A look at the life of Indians belonging to the LGBTQ community facing different hurdles in life.
Five stories come together to share what a problem it is to live as you want.
Story 1: My Darling
Romit[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'mi' as in (Mi)ster] and Rokesh[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'ke' as in (Ke)lp] secretly give each other pleasure because they don't know whether it is what they truly want or that it is the effect of being a teenager. But they both aren't stopping it, that they know for sure.

Story 2: Love
Jayden and Jacob are officially a couple since Jayden just confessed his love for Jacob in front of everyone at DJ night. As expected, not everyone was fond of it but they are prepared for whatever may come.

Story 3: You
Riyaz['Ri' as in (Ri)p, 'ya' as in (Ya)cht] is looking forward to his studies in college as he wishes to become the CEO of any famous company. But what he waited for 6 years i.e. college, he is hating it on the very first day as a dreadful thing happens. He finds a boy named Ahmed[Pronunciation:- 'me' as in (Me)sh] cute.

Story 4: Him in a Shirt
Harsh[Pronunciation:- 'Ha' as in (Hu)nger] is interrupted from his sweet, easy-going life when Deep from slum Dharavi arrives at his bungalow to work as a worker. How? Harsh finds Deep cute.

Story 5: Cupid's Arrow
What Luvraj[Pronunciation:- 'Luv' as in Love, 'ra' as in (Ra)lph] didn't see coming was being a part of a triangle formed between him and his two best friends named Aman[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] and Amar[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] who were once a tight group of 3.

A look at the life of Indians belonging to the LGBTQ community having something so beautiful and precious face different hurdles in life.
Five stories come together to share what a problem it is to live as you want.
Story 1: My Darling
Romit[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'mi' as in (Mi)ster] and Rokesh[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'ke' as in (Ke)lp] secretly give each other pleasure because they don't know whether it is what they truly want or that it is the effect of being a teenager. But they both aren't stopping it, that they know for sure.

Story 2: Love
Jayden and Jacob are officially a couple since Jayden just confessed his love for Jacob in front of everyone at DJ night. As expected, not everyone was fond of it but they are prepared for whatever may come.

Story 3: You
Riyaz['Ri' as in (Ri)p, 'ya' as in (Ya)cht] is looking forward to his studies in college as he wishes to become the CEO of any famous company. But what he waited for 6 years i.e. college, he is hating it on the very first day as a dreadful thing happens. He finds a boy named Ahmed[Pronunciation:- 'me' as in (Me)sh] cute.

Story 4: Him in a Shirt
Harsh[Pronunciation:- 'Ha' as in (Hu)nger] is interrupted from his sweet, easy-going life when Deep from slum Dharavi arrives at his bungalow to work as a worker. How? Harsh finds Deep cute.

Story 5: Cupid's Arrow
What Luvraj[Pronunciation:- 'Luv' as in Love, 'ra' as in (Ra)lph] didn't see coming was being a part of a triangle formed between him and his two best friends named Aman[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] and Amar[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] who were once a tight group of 3.

AFTER 10000 YEARS, is a novella on an imaginative story about Humans who will be known as Humanates in those days? The story begins with the beginning of the war of their pride. Humanates are the successors of today's Humans. The story is a fictional answer to the quest for Human life after thousands of years.


Note: use an appendix, and pronunciation of each word are given in a footnote.

Kazuma was shocked.
He didn't know reciting poems could trigger buffs too!
No wonder all the famous generals during the Japanese Warring States Period liked to recite poems or sing a few lines from musicals before heading to the battlefield.
So it appeared that a possible reason for the fact that Nishikiyama Heita did not fall despite being under continuous attacks for so long was that he harbored no evil thoughts. But how could a yakuza man possibly be not evil? That's impossible!
Kazuma did not believe that there was such a thing as a kind yakuza member. That only existed in games.
In fact, Nishikiyama had done all sorts of bad things too. If Kazuma had been the one who lost today, the dojo would probably be sold cheaply. Chiyoko and Fujii would face ill fates too.
Therefore, Kazuma believed that his mental buff had been effective on Nishikiyama. The fact that he could resist for so long meant that he was not a simple person.
But he said that Tsuda Masaaki was more ruthless than him. What kind of monster could he be?
Kazuma tensed up again.
He had to sell the dojo as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knew what other monsters would appear?
Besides, he had to think of alternative plans.
If he could not sell the dojo at a fair price, then he could only rely on the power provided by his cheat to fight back against his enemies.
Judging from today's situation, he'd been in a state of emotional outburst. After he recited a poem, he was able to compete with a veteran yakuza like Nishikiyama Heita.
Of course, the fighting ground was to his advantage too. If they'd been in a narrow place with a lot of miscellaneous items, Kazuma would probably have been badly beaten up. Even Chiyoko would not have been of help.
In that case, his cheat had been quite useful. At least, he could choose the fighting ground based on his opponents' weaknesses.
All in all, it was a hard-fought match. Kazuma had gained a significant advantage in terms of the surrounding environment. Also, the temporary surge of emotions had been helpful too.
There were obviously two ways to enhance his strength. One was to level up through hard work. The cheat had given him a number for each skill, so he should be able to level up.
Another way was to figure out the pattern of emotional outbursts and try to achieve that freely.
Kazuma decided to trigger his anger.
Hence, he began to imagine that something bad had happened to Fujii.
Then, he realized that it was useless.
He tried other methods, such as recalling the times when he met toxic people in games in his previous life.
Again, it was ineffective.
He tried many ways, but none of them made him angry.
Perhaps he could not get angry just by thinking about it. He could only wait until something really happened.
When he really encountered sh*tty things or people, he wouldn't be able to hold his anger even if he wanted to. Therefore, Kazuma was not in a hurry to master the secret of becoming angry at any time.
Once he had the money and time in the future, he could find a good psychiatrist or actor and learn emotional control from them.
Kazuma decided to try something else first.
He wanted to test the effects of reciting poems.
After reciting a well-known poem from his past life, he checked his condition.
Nothing new had appeared, and the note "Protector of Home and Family" was also gone because the time was up.
Kazuma decided to try another poem.
But it was still useless.
'Could it be this too depends on the situation? Maybe the buff can only be triggered when I recite poems with the right conditions?'
To verify this idea, he decided to recite a poem that matched the current circumstances to see if it was effective.
He reached into his mind to feel his emotions.
The excitement from the fight was still lingering in his body. Although his body was aching, he felt like he had just escaped death. It was a relaxed feeling.
Kazuma suddenly felt that he should not be reciting a poem right now. Perhaps humming a song was more appropriate.
Besides, there was no need to keep it to himself. He could hum it aloud.
After all, it would be strange to suddenly recite a poem at this moment, but humming a suitable tune to express his feelings would be understandable.
Hence, Kazuma started to hum. The song he chose was the theme song of the popular show "You Must Cross the River of Wrath." Kazuma still hadn't found out the real name of the song, so he was used to calling it "La Ya La" because the song kept repeating "La Ya La."
As Kazuma hummed the tune of "La la la la," he sensed a pleasant change to his mood.
He did not know how to describe it, but he found a new note in his status column.
"Victory Song"
The description was: "Have a drink after victory and hum a song. It is good for the body and mind."
'F*ck, why?'
'Why is it always so vague? Why don't you tell me how it benefits the body and mind?!'
Despite his complaints, Kazuma continued to hum. Drinking was probably out of the question as Japan was very strict in this regard. Buying alcohol before the age of 20 was not an easy task. Furthermore, there was no alcohol in the huge abode of the Kiryuu family.
As Kazuma continued to hum, he suddenly realized that he had gone from Actual Combat 3 to Actual Combat 4.
So that seemed to be the case. Extra experience points could be obtained through methods like this.
Who designed this cheat? Kazuma wanted to give him a good beating right now—'Can't you make it simpler?'
Since the cheat was designed as such, Kazuma would have to hum a tune and drink a little after every fight in the future. He might even need to appreciate cherry blossoms or something in order to maximize the experience points…
It was a wonderful lifestyle, but the people around him would probably think that Kiryuu Kazuma was a freak!
***
Nishikiyama Heita was already falling asleep. He had no doubt in Bandō's loyalty, so he trusted that he could handle it.
However, he suddenly heard Kiryuu Kazuma humming.
Besides, the tune he was humming was the theme song of Takakura Ken's masterpiece, "You Must Cross the River of Wrath."
He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Kiryuu Kazuma. He found that this young man was sitting in the middle of the dojo, facing the side door.
The side door was wide open. Outside, there was a large engawa[1] that did not match the Kiryuu family's financial situation, as well as a courtyard with a dried pond.
The Kiryuu family did not have any money, so the pond had been dry for a long time. The bamboo device on the side of the pond that was meant to supply water was no longer operational either.
After all, this device was only used by the rich who pursued Zen, tranquility, and peace in their courtyard. The poor had other things to bother about other than Zen.
Although the entire courtyard was dilapidated, the huge cherry blossom tree in the center was still blooming exuberantly with cherry blossoms.
There was no wind, but the petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered in the early night, as if echoing Kiryuu Kazuma's tune.
Nishikiyama frowned slightly.
When he first came to Honjima from Okinawa, he had practiced kendo for a period of time, during which he heard many bizarre stories.
It was said that when a kendo master's sword skills had reached a certain level, they could unlock the Mind's Eye and comprehend the ultimate meaning of the Union of Heaven and Man.
Nishikiyama always took it with a pinch of salt.
But now, as he listened to Kiryuu Kazuma's humming and looked at the falling cherry blossoms in the night breeze, Nishikiyama was no longer certain.
Could it really exist?
However, after staring at the cherry blossoms for a while, he felt that he was thinking too much. The petals of the cherry blossoms were just falling normally, dancing in the breeze that could not be sensed in the room.
However, no matter what, Kiryuu Kazuma was definitely no ordinary person since he could hum tunes so calmly after a deathmatch.
Nishikiyama whispered Kiryuu Kazuma's surname.
"Kiryuu…"
In Japan, there were plenty of Chinese characters with the same pronunciation. The pronunciation "Kiryuu" could mean the surname "Kiryuu" or "a radiant dragon."
'A dragon…'
Nishikiyama sighed softly.
"Dragons are lonely," he whispered.
At that time, Kazuma was still humming his tune, so he did not hear what Nishikiyama had said. Otherwise, he would have been shocked. This was because Nishikiyama had said that "Dragons are lonely" in a colloquial way, which sounded almost the same as "Like A Dragon" in Japanese.
And "Yakuza: Like A Dragon" was Kazuma's favorite yakuza-themed video game.
The name of the game itself contained the meaning that "Dragons Are Lonely."
If Kazuma had heard Nishikiyama, he might think that he was also a transmigrator.
It was also worth mentioning that the protagonist in "Yakuza: Like A Dragon" was called Kiryu Kazuma, which shared almost the same pronunciation as Kiryuu Kazuma.
However, Kiryuu Kazuma would definitely not take the same path as the game character Kiryu Kazuma.
A dragon that came from the east was no doubt different from a native one.
Of course, Nishikiyama did not know about this. He was just recalling what Kiryuu Kazuma had said.
Kiryuu Kazuma had said that he would not join the yakuza. Initially, Nishikiyama did not believe it. Kiryuu Kazuma was a sharp blade, and Nishikiyama planned to recruit him once the siblings were desperate.
From the looks of it now, it was very likely that Kiryuu Kazuma would never join the yakuza.
It was a pity that he would be smashed into pieces in the fight against the Tsuda Family.
Nishikiyama took another puff calmly and made up his mind. This young man had obtained his recognition, and he wanted to watch him as he walked toward the end of his life.
'If you die, I will take care of your sister,' he said to Kiryuu Kazuma in his heart.
[1] An edging strip of flooring in Japanese architecture that resembles a porch


Tired of the rat race of the 21st century, Wang Jian transmigrates to 1980, hoping to start his life anew and seek his fortune. 
Now living as Kiryuu Kazuma, he inherits a family dojo in Katsushika District, Tokyo. Blessed with a cute younger sister, a spacious house, and absolute freedom after both of Kazuma's parents died, everything seems to bode well for Kazuma's new life. Soon, however, all kinds of problems start to surface. Unable to recruit any students for the dojo, the Kiryuu siblings find it hard to make ends meet. 
One day, they are horrified to find a dead rooster hanging outside their door. It is a death threat from a Yakuza syndicate, urging them to sell their dojo cheaply! What should Kazuma do? Please send help. It's urgent!
Never mind. Happiness is all that matters.
Now then, face the storm! 
Kazuma with his newfound cheat is invincible!

Wen Xinya was in the midst of browsing a magazine that was reporting about Xia Ruya's scandal. Bored out of her wits, she proceeded to look for Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan was in the midst of a phone call, during which he spoke in Russian.
She could not help but find Russian to be an extremely refined and exquisite language, especially the way the words were mouthed and pronounced. She felt that Si Yiyan appeared much more classy and formidable whenever he spoke in Russian. He was stunning and suave.
He spoke each and every word with an inexplicable sexiness that never failed to tempt and allure her.
She could not help but recall "ЯтакжеотделаYanженщина," the Russian phrase that Si Yiyan had thought her. She murmured, "ЯтакжеотделаYanженщина." 
She had secretly practiced and recited the phrase repeatedly. However, regardless of how hard she tried, she could never speak it in a manner that was as refined as Si Yiyan did. She still sounded stiff, awkward and shy like a beginner.
She still remembered the day that she learned Russian from Si Yiyan and the numerous times that she repeated the phrase. She had even turned parched and thirsty. At last, she finally realized that the phrase meant "I'm Si Yiyan's woman!" 
She was infuriated.
At this moment, Si Yiyan ended the call and gazed at her intently. "I thought you had already forgotten about the Russian phrase that I taught you. Turns out you still remember how it goes. You've gotten much better at pronunciation. Seems like you've been practicing in your free time."
Blushing red with shyness, Wen Xinya glared at Si Yiyan and said, "I'm naturally smart and intelligent. I'm a fast learner too. Do I even need to practice in secret? You've belittled me."
Si Yiyan leaned closer towards her and said flirtatiously, "Recite it again! Will you?"
In fact, he was not asking a question at all. It seemed there was no way she could reject him. Pouting her lips, Wen Xinya said, "Sing to me in Russian and I'll recite the phrase again."
Staring at the glow in her eyes which resembled the stars in the sky, Si Yiyan said, "I can't sing in Russian, but… I do know a few romantic Russian poems. Would you like to hear me recite them?"
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and she retorted teasingly. "I don't want to listen to them. Who knows which lover of yours has heard it before?"
Finding her to be extremely adorable, Si Yiyan asked, "You really don't want to hear it?"
"No, I don't." Wen Xinya insisted bitterly. 
Si Yiyan said, "You may not want to hear it, but I want to recite it!" 
Despite trying her best to press her lips together, Wen Xinya could not resist the urge to smile joyously.
Si Yiyan began reciting a romantic poem in a clear and refined voice.
You're the person I'm looking for, 
I only understand now, 
That you're what I want to pursue,
God gave me life, just so I could meet you and fall in love with you,
You've woven yourself into my soul, 
You've allowed me to transcend worldliness and put an end to my karma,
Regardless of whether I'm awake or dreaming, 
I want to be with you. 
I want to hold your shoulder gently 
and whisper into your ear.
I belong to you and you're my one and only. You're irreplaceable.
The exquisiteness of the Russian language made the romantic poem sound exceptionally beautiful and mesmerizing. Si Yiyan's voice sounded just like the alluring sounds of an ancient poem, clear and rhythmic, yet calm and irresistible. His voice was as clear as water. 
"I said I didn't want to hear it and yet you still recited it," Wen Xinya said deliberately. Although she did not understand what the poem meant, she could not help but blush shyly. Having lived through two lives, it was the first time that someone had ever read a romantic poem to her. It was a really effective courting trick. It was little wonder that young girls love showing off the love letters that they received.
Si Yiyan chuckled and teased. "Who said I was reading it to you? I read it for myself."
Wen Xinya glared at him in disgruntlement.
Si Yiyane said softly, "The title of this poem is 'You're The One I'm Searching For'. It's a very popular romantic poem in Russia."
He had chanced upon the romantic poem when he was reading a Russian book and hence, decided to memorize it because he felt like he could relate to it. 
Wen Xinya hurriedly whipped out her mobile phone and searched about the poem on the internet, in a bid to find out the meaning and significance behind the poem. Staring at the Mandarin translation of the poem, she began to turn as red as a tomato.
Si Yiyan asked softly, "Could you recite that Russian phrase that I had taught you previously?"
Blushing tremendously, Wen Xinya had no choice but to recite the phrase since Si Yiyan had already recited a few stanzas of the poem. She murmured, "ЯтакжеотделаYanженщина."
Si Yiyan gazed at her tenderly. 
Wen Xinya hurriedly tried to change the subject. "Si Yiyan, Xia Ruya has never been one to sit back and do nothing. What do you think she'll do about the matter this time?"
Xia Ruya was an extremely intelligent person who could get herself out of trouble and shrug all responsibility regardless of what happened. She would not be defeated by anything. She would never resign to fate and she could often find herself again quickly. A small spark was enough to rekindle the fire within her.
Si Yiyan smiled even wider. She had always left him out of her affairs. However, she had now begun discussing with him and seeking his opinion. "She'll struggle until she dies!" he answered. 
"Well, she's still going to die at the end of the day," Wen Xinya remarked nonchalantly. Xia Ruya is a smart person. She won't do such a foolish thing, will she!?!
Wen Xinya had had lots of scuffles with Xia Ruya, none of which she ever succeeded in harming the other. Hence, she was certain that Xia Ruya wouldn't be easily defeated.
To Xia Ruya, Wen Xinya was a tough nut to crack and almost impossible to defeat. Likewise, Wen Xinya also found it difficult to deal with Xia Ruya.
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "Well, there is a difference. Those who struggle are those who choose to die willingly, whereas those who don't are often revered by many pious religious followers. They're incredibly respected." 
Wen Xinya said in enlightenment, "Well, they're just choosing to die with pride."
Xia Ruya had always valued her reputation more than anything else and struggling was the only option she had. However, Wen Xinya was uncertain about what Xia Ruya would pick.
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "You're right, but no one would be willing to die in a horrendous manner. Keep your eyes peeled for the interesting show that's about to come on."
Wen Xinya nodded.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

Zhao Yu had been involved in criminal investigation for a long period of time, so when he found a large number of numeric symbols in the book, he did some quick research and figured out some clues.
First, he searched the Internet and found out that these numeric symbols were a kind of phonetic symbol used during the period of the Republic of China. It represented the Chinese Pinyin during that period. According to the Internet, as the usage of Mandarin was not popular during that time, the Chinese Pinyin was not the same as today. Instead, it was made up of forty symbols that looked like Latin alphabets.
Next, Zhao Yu made a comparison between the numeric symbols and a previous hexagram. Very quickly, he found a matching symbol.
As this was a phonetic symbol, only the correct pronunciation of the hexagram poem mattered, not the exact meaning of the words.
In front of each symbol, there was a corresponding Arabic number. These numbers were not arranged in order of size. Some numbers were one or two digits, whereas others were three or four. There seemed to be no regular pattern at all.
After Zhao Yu found the corresponding symbol to the hexagram poem, he got a long string of numbers.
Strange!
Zhao Yu frowned, as he did not understand what the long string of numbers meant. With a growing sense of curiosity, he flipped through a few more pages. Unfortunately, the last few pages of the ancient book were previously drenched, and many wordings faded off.
From the front page of the book, Zhao Yu saw a drawing. On this drawing was a huge cross, placed right in the middle. In the middle of the cross was a big circle, which was divided into many parts, with some symbols and numbers in it.
Although the drawing was badly damaged, Zhao Yu could still learn a few clues from it. At first glance, it seemed to look like an ordinary math problem on a test paper. But after some careful analysis of both the drawing and the long string of numbers, Zhao Yu finally understood the mystery.
Wow!
Witnessing all these things made Zhao Yu very excited. He hurriedly put out his cigarette and opened another hexagram. In order to not wake Miao Ying, he even covered himself with a quilt.
He coughed under the quilt, and a new hexagram was opened. It was "Dui Zhen hexagram, Dui Ze Zhen Lei. Zhao Ze Yan Lei, Qi Zhuo Bu Wen, Shen Ya Lan Dai, Yu Yi Hun Chen".
Zhao Yu quickly jotted down this group of hexagram poems on the paper, and began to analyze the hexagram in accordance with his latest findings. First, he tagged all the words according to the phonetic symbol of the Republic of China.
The first portion of the hexagram poem was the "Dui Zhen hexagram" and "Dui Ze Zhen Lei", all of which corresponded to "0". Although the book did not clearly explain in detail what it meant, Zhao Yu felt that these two sentences should be the name and beginning of the hexagram poem. Since it was expressed as "0", it most likely meant nothing.
So, he set aside the two sentences and focused on examining the remaining 16 characters in the hexagram poem. These 16 words were evenly divided into four groups. After comparison, he found out that each group had its corresponding Arabic number.
The group "Zhao Ze Yan Lei" was expressed as 1507, "Qi Zhuo Bu Wen" as 8927, "Shen Ya Lan Dai" as 0013 and "Yu Yi Hun Chen" as 2109.
1507, 8927, 0013, 2109.
When the four seemingly meaningless numbers appeared in front of him, Zhao Yu thought through for a long time, and after awhile, seemed to have unraveled the mystery behind it.
He immediately took the drawing from the book and did a comparison. It took him only half an hour, before he found out what these numbers meant.
Unexpectedly, the meaning of this string of numbers matched some of his previous conjectures. First, Zhao Yu looked at the first set of numbers, 1507. Long ago, Zhao Yu had always wondered about those obscure hexagrams, whether they would indicate a certain direction or not. After all, it was a miracle system. If there was an adventure, there must be a place and a direction.
In hindsight, this conjecture is likely to be established.
It turned out that, on that cross, Zhao Yu found location information. Thus, Zhao Yu tried to look at the cross like an azimuth diagram, which then made everything seem to make sense.
Taking the center of the cross as the middle, he would draw a line repeatedly for every 10 degrees. So, 36 lines would be drawn, looking just like an azimuth map. And the 36 lines were undoubtedly representing 360 degrees, with every ten degrees corresponding to one direction!
For example, looking up the azimuth map with 1507, the 15th line indicated the eastern south direction. As for the 07 in the rear, if a person simply divided the map equally into 10 portions for every 10 degrees, the 07 represented one of them. Thus, this method could accurately indicate a location.
Once the location was confirmed, Zhao Yu guessed that the next set of numbers was likely to represent distance.
The next set of numbers was 8927. If 8927 represented distance, its measurement unit could not be either kilometers or centimeters. The most likely measurement unit would be the meter. That is to say, from the location where he opened the hexagram, 8927 meters in the eastern south direction, would be the exact place where his adventure would take place!
Although Zhao Yu also considered that, in ancient China, it was possible to use "feet" or other units of measurement, he was not in the mood to look deeper, and thus moved on to the next set of numbers.
According to his inference, the third set of numbers, following the location and distance, must be time. Time is an essential factor in any adventure.
However, the third set of numbers was 0013, something that was difficult for Zhao Yu to guess. If it was interpreted as time, the time would be in the early hour of the day. But the time right then was already three o'clock in the morning. Would that mean that the adventure was already over?
Besides, Zhao Yu opened the hexagram at two o'clock in the morning. It could not be that the adventure was already over, not when he had only just opened the hexagram! This meant that the set of numbers 0013 might be referring to the time on the next day. Otherwise, 0013 might not even be referring to time at all!
So... If it was not referring to time, what else could it be?
Could it be… Space?
Oh... 0013, could it be... Representing 13 meters high? Is it? But, if an adventure were to happen in an underground carpark, would this be a negative number?
A negative number... A negative number...
Zhao Yu searched the symbol graph, but did not find any negative numbers. He only found Arabic numbers.
With much uncertainty, Zhao Yu shifted his attention to the fourth set of numbers.
2109!
Hmm... Looking at this set of numbers, Zhao Yu's first thought was as to whether it was reasonable for these numbers to represent time.
Then… 2109 would be 09:09 pm in the evening?
Tsk tsk…
Although Zhao Yu felt that he might have unraveled the meaning of hexagram poem, when he saw the current time, he inevitably had some doubts.
Could this be wrong?
The Ghost Eight Diagrams came from ancient China. In ancient China, a 12-hour clock was used to tell the time. Could they have used the advanced 24-hour clock system instead?
As for the measurement for distance, could it be in meters? If 0013 represented the height, would the unit of measurement then be in meters as well?
Does this sound a bit far-fetched?
Could the Ghost Eight Diagrams really have predicted the future, so many thousands of years ago?
Or could it be that the Ghost Eight Diagrams and Miracle system were not created by humans?
Zhao Yu was a smart man. He knew that if he kept on harping on this, he would not get anywhere. So, as a detective, Zhao Yu quickly adjusted his thinking.
Yes!
Now that I might have found the mystery behind the hexagram poem, why don't I head to the southern east direction from my house, 8927 meters away, at 9:09 pm tomorrow, to take a look and see what happens over there… What?


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

"Good morning class." A red-haired woman with green eyes and a big smile greeted her students, it's been almost a year since she started to teach in this school now, she only speaks in English to her students to have them quickly get used to it, but when necessary she will speak in fluent Japanese. "Today we have a new student that will join us, please greet Otosaka Yu." Amanda smiled as she politely introduced Yu, who could barely understand the things she was saying, he smiled, but if someone could see the corner of his mouth twitch as he was trying to keep his perfect smile and his 'Ikeman' or hot guy persona.

"N-nice to meet you. My name is Otosaka Yu." Yu spoke in broken English, which was very bad, but hey! At least he is trying. "Okay class, sit down now as we will recap everything that happened this last week." Amanda smiled, she liked this job because she could torture her students, you see, being an experiment changes someone. While Maw became an angsty man, Kevin became a masochist, she became a sadist. She smiled as her students groaned in annoyance as they had to repeat some things they did last week. "Now now... We have a new student with us, so he must have the... honor... to do it right?" She smiled as Yu froze, everyone moved their eyes and looked at Yu, smiling. They were happy to see someone else suffering from the same fate as them.

"W-what?" Yu asked as cold sweat ran down his whole body. "W-what do I have to do?" Amanda smiled, Yu had a very bad feeling about this. "Oh... All you have to do is read this out loud, and if your pronunciation is slightly off... Then everyone will have to read it out loud, in the same pace, tone, and speed." Amanda's smile grew wider as the pressure under Yu's shoulders grew heavier and heavier, suddenly it was broken by the slap of a book on the teacher's desk. It was an English book that he was familiar with... [Memento Mori].

One day, a month ago or so, his "uncle" sent him this book with a letter telling him to read this book out loud to practice, which he simply didn't do that much. He did it for, like, five days before he gave up and forgot about the book? Yeah, approximately 4 to 5 days. 

[Memento Mori] was a thick book, full of poems and letters to humanity as to remember that death is inevitable and that everything one day has to end. Be it life or even death itself. The book speaks about immortality, curses, pain, sadness, and death as the main theme, but there are other tales and poems such as the poem that he had to read. Named [Gardens of Elysium]

"Where the good souls rest."

"Where the Lethe lay nest."

"Where the waters are deep."

"Deep enough to sink."

"In the ocean of memories."

"In the camps of love."

"In the canopies of forgotten miseries."

"Where the heroes lie down to sleep."

"Where rest is enough to keep."

"Keep the memories away, if you take a sip."

"A sip from Lethe, river of forgetfulness."

"Or you may remember, restless. 

"So take a sip, take a dip. Till there's no more residue."

"From the river that flows through the gardens, the gardens of Elysium."

"The garden made for the good soul."

"Where the good souls rest"

(A/N: The poem above is written by myself.)

Yu's reading was somewhat smooth as he had read this poem before, he was nervous that he would mess it up and everyone would have to read it too, this would make him the hated kid in the class! As he finished reading the poem, he closed the book and sat down as the students were sincerely surprised, even Amanda was. She expected him to be nervous and read it wrong so she can have the whole class read it again, as she did last week. But this was good enough for now, she just nodded and resumed her lessons like nothing happened at all.

-Scene Break-

When class ended, Yu was greeted by Nao Tomori and Jojiro Takajo, both of them invited him to the student council room. And by invited I mean forced him to come, when he entered the room... There they were, three teachers, standing there in the middle of the room, not suspicious at all. "So... What's happening here?" Yu asked as he looked at the teachers, he knew only two of them, the blond guy and the red-haired woman, but this guy... Who's this guy, he has grey hair and great eyes, he looks more like a wolf than a human, his whole body gives this feeling of being in the presence of s predator. "From now on you are a member of the student council too. You see, this school was built to protect those who have powers from becoming experiments." Tomori answered.

Yu almost snickered, becoming experiment? Isn't that just a thing that happens in movies? And how the hell would they find him? 

"I know what you're thinking." Suddenly, the wolf-man said, his grey eyes locking on Yu's brown eyes. "It is in the lines of 'Isn't that just a thing that happens in movies? And how the hell would they find me?' right?" Yu was truly shocked, does this guy know how to read minds!? "No. i can't read minds... I can read bodies and reactions. The body reacts to every thought, emotion, or even a blink can mean more than a thousand words." The man smirked, it was a wolfish smile and Yu could see the man's canines and they were big... Bigger than a normal human. "But let me tell you something, you will be part of this council because there is no other option. To keep you safe, this school safe. All you need to do is investigate rumors of people using their abilities, so you may reach out to them and warn them, or even capture them if necessary." 

The man locked eyes with the other two teachers in the room, he smiled softly and said: "So you may not become an experiment too." Yu soon understood... This man was an experiment... "You would be lucky to end up like them," Tomori said, from behind him. "My brother still hasn't recovered." Yu was about to say something when the doors swung open and another student entered the room. Yu was shocked and jump scared by the student, who was soaking wet. He ignored everyone around him and pointed towards the table when he was near it, his hand just above the map on the table. When he suddenly said: "Power: X-Ray." After saying that, he left.

Yu looked around as everyone didn't find it strange at all and were looking at the table. "It seems like you have another mission." The blond guy smiled as Tomori sighed and Takajo smiled. Yu could do nothing but follow, as it was the rules, and he would be expelled if he didn't cooperate.

When you die and are selected to the [Afterlife Battle Royal] to fight again everything hag has died at the same time as you to the death again just to get the chance to have another life...

I was selected and won.

I got to spin the wheel of powers once, but luck was by my side because of what I got:

[Superior Adaptability] 

X-x-X

This novel's main character is gay.

He will be in a relationship with another man, I repeat, he likes guys.

So if you are not interested then bye.

Also, I've never seen a multiverse story with a gay main character or an LGBTQ+ main character in any crossover/anime world, so I decided to write my own. This will be no harem for I am terrible at writing those!

Also, the main romance is going to be introduced later on, I have decided on who to put my little gremlin hands on.

Slow-paced (I am serious)

Also, romance isn't the focus of the 1st world because I want to have a plot.

In the room.

Complete silence.

In fact, they had not even prepared the second question. They planned to brush Zhang Ye off with the first, but now under these circumstances, the eight interviewers looked at each other without knowing how to give a score. According to the on-the-spot performance, giving this young man a hundred points was necessary. No, it wasn't too much to give 200!

He had read it in ten seconds? Recited more than 900 words off script?

What sort of godly person could do this?

Previously, the interviewers thought Zhang Ye was an idiot for not having any expression. However, apparently it was because he was extremely confident. He had never found the thousand words a problem. Correspondingly, it was them, as interviewers, who were idiots!

However, if they were to give Zhang Ye a perfect score, then it was equivalent to hiring him. This young man's written test results may have passed, but it was not outstanding amongst the more than 20 people. The differences between the candidates weren't huge, so the interview was the best way to differentiate them. 80 points was a very high score, so giving a perfect score meant that he would definitely be ranked in the top two amongst the more than 20 people. Unfortunately, Zhang Ye's qualifications were not acceptable to them. His looks were too average and even a radio host who usually does not need to show his face would still need to show his face occasionally. For example, there would be activities or public appearances. If his looks did not make the cut, it would affect the listeners after they saw him. Hence, good looks and a tall height were essential.

Li Honglian was in a dilemma, "Old Zhao?"

Zhao Guozhou sighed and said earnestly to Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang, we can tell from the written interview that you are a rare talent. Furthermore, you are a specialized course graduate. We should greatly welcome you, and indeed that is the case. However, you...chose the wrong profession. I do not need to talk about your looks. I assume your college professors have given you advice on that matter. The radio profession is like that. How about this? I'll give you a backdoor and we don't need to have the second interview question. There are many positions in our radio station. As long as it’s a behind-the-scenes position and not a host, you can choose any of them. I will pass you immediately. Bring your things tomorrow and report for work. If you want to go down the road of being a host, then it is really not easy. Think through my words." 

Without a second thought, Zhang Ye said, "Teacher, thank you for your kindness. I know my qualifications make my path arduous. However, I only want to apply to be a broadcasting host." This was his insistence on his dreams. If he were willing to switch to another job, Zhang Ye would have done so long ago. He would not have remained jobless to this day.

Zhao Guozhou waved his hand. This kid sure didn't listen to advice.

Li Honglian also smacked her lips, "Are you sure? Let me give you a warning. The second interview question is harder than the first. It's almost impossible for you to pass. Young lad, it's not that we are purposely making it difficult for you. Interviews are like that. We give a question of appropriate difficulty according to the candidate's qualifications. Your qualifications really can't pass the threshold needed for a broadcasting host. That's why our questions are correspondingly harder. As such, you need to have far more outstanding talent in order to mask the qualifications you lack. I advise you to think over Director Zhao's words."

Wasn't this making it difficult?

You are intentionally making it difficult!

Zhang Ye was a very stubborn man, and insisted, "There is no need to think about it further. Please give your second question."

Li Honglian was exasperated at his failure to be reasonable. She shook her head and was also angry. "Alright, I am in charge of the foreign language channel. There are many English-speaking talents in the station, but we are lacking a person with talent in Russian. This recruiter was originally hoping to get someone who had a basic foundation in Russian. If you can compose a modern poem in Russian that makes us satisfied, then I'll give you full marks for the interview!"

Russian?

He still needed to compose a poem in Russian?

Zhao Guozhou looked sideways at Li Honglian and did not make a sound. It was a tacit consent.

The other interviewers had different expressions on their faces. Zhang Ye had showcased something that had left them speechless. They knew Zhang Ye was someone with ability, but not having good looks in the broadcasting host profession was a lethal blow. Except for a very few people with extremely outstanding talent, very few people could break through this situation. Hence, it could be seen from the second question that Li Honglian was not giving Zhang Ye an inkling of a chance. Russian?  Zhang Ye's resume was right in front of them. The foreign language listed there was only English. That was the only foreign language taught in the university. He wasn't in a foreign language major and, even if he was in a specialized class, a teacher would not be so free as to teach Russian! Without knowing this language, there was no reason to even mention composing poems. If you couldn't even speak it, how could you compose it?

Zhang Ye had already expected that the second question would not be easy, but he never expected it to be of such difficulty. Not a single chance was given to him. And it was in Russian? Zhang Ye wasn't even good at English. He had barely passed the basic eligibility test for graduation, so how could he know some bullsh*t Russian!? Damn it, I have a harder path ahead, just because I'm not good looking? And I need to suffer such unfair treatment and torture? What are you basing it on? What are you basing your decision on that makes you think I can’t make the cut? Why would no one give me a chance? I want fairness! Is that so hard?

Li Honglian's nails were tinkling on her tea cup. "The poem needs to be an original work of yours. Do not read the famous works of the famous Chen Tianmo or Wells. I'm looking at your language skills and also your literature knowledge. These are all related. Begin."

And it had to be an original poem? Another interviewer was even thinking, "What's the point of carrying on? Just get the next person. Even a person who professionally does Russian would not be able to use Russian to compose a poem, much less a person who doesn't know Russian!

Chen Tianmo?

Wells?

Who are they? Why does it sound familiar?

Zhang Ye suddenly recalled. Chen Tianmo was someone he caught a glimpse of when he searched the internet. He was now one of the most famous poets in the country. In the altered world, Zhang Ye's Xu Zhimo poem collection by the window sill had changed into Chen Tianmo's! He had nearly forgotten that this world no longer had Xu Zhimo or Pushkin. Replacing them were this world's poets and works he had never seen before. Zhang Ye finally refocused and had a brilliant flash in his mind. If he had never seen the poems in this world, then this world would definitely not have seen the famous poems of his world!

Zhao Guozhou was slightly sympathetic and added on, "Little Zhang, it's not too late to regret now. My offer still stands. You don't have to take the second question's test. I will arrange for a behind-the-scenes position for you."

Don't take the test?

Why should I not take the test?

Zhang Ye was already fed up. They had made it difficult for him so many times. Were they even done yet? You want an original poem in Russian? Sure! I'll create a poem today just for you! I don't know Russian? So what! Zhang Ye had never learned Russian, but that did not mean he didn't know Russian poems! Were these two sentences contradictory? It was completely not in conflict. Back in his college days, the broadcasting major teachers would create all sorts of difficult problems to train them. For example, Zhang Ye clearly remembered one from the second semester of his third year. Their vocal teacher had brought a Russian pronunciation recording of a famous Russian prose to force Zhang Ye and company to memorize it. Zhang Ye and his classmates found it torturous and took a month before they memorized it. Those days were like a nightmare. But only after memorizing it did Zhang Ye understand his teacher's intentions. His speaking ability and memory had greatly increased. This way of memorizing something not through understanding the meaning behind the words, but directly through the words themselves was very taxing. It was likely that all those who came from the specialized class had such a training experience.

"If you can't do it, let's get the next person." Li Honglian began to chase him away as she flipped to the next resume.

Zhang Ye recalled his Year 3's basic skills and said, "Is prose okay?"

"Prose?" Li Honglian was dumbfounded. You want to do prose? This was even harder than normal modern poems. Furthermore, it was a foreign language’s prose. To Li Honglian, this was on a completely different level of difficulty. She was the only person present who knew Russian. But when she encountered prose, Li Honglian would find it extremely difficult to read it, let alone compose a poem. This Little Zhang sure was good at raising the stakes. "If you want to choose to do the harder prose, I will not stop you. As long as it's an original Russian poem, any theme would do."

"Alright." After he said that, Zhang Ye closed his eyes and stayed silent. He was adjusting his mood.

"Are you done?"

"Why aren't you beginning?"

"Forget it. You haven't even learned Russian. Come again next time for an interview."

"Can you stop wasting our time? There are still others waiting behind you. Go back. Your qualifications are really lacking for a broadcasting host!"

After not getting a response for a long time, the interviewers became more impatient. They began nagging. None of them believed he could speak Russian. Wasn't this a joke!?

As they spoke with doubt and sarcasm, Zhang Ye sounded out from his diaphragm as his eyes opened. The first sentence he said left all the interviewers present gaping!

"Песня-о-буревестнике，Над-седой-равниной-моря-ветер-тучи-собирает，Между-тучами-и-морем-гордо-реет-Буревестник，черной-молнии-подобный."

"Ah?"

"He really could speak it?"

"What language was that?"

Zhao Guozhou’s eyes glazed over as he looked back at Li Honglian, "Old Li? This is?"

The other interviewers stared back at Director Li. They, too, knew that Director Li knew Russian.

But as they looked over, they saw Li Honglian's eyes staring larger than them. Without a word, everyone knew instantly!

What the f**k!

You can even speak Russian!?

Zhang Ye began speaking faster and faster. In his voice, it was mixed with pride and apathetic emotion. This was because this poem needed to be recited with such emotions!

Gorky's "The Song of the Stormy Petrel"!

This was a Russian poem that everyone in his world knew. It was even in middle school textbooks. This poem was also precisely expressing the emotions Zhang Ye was feeling at the moment. He recited it with glee. The last sentence was especially nearly shouted out by him!

"Пусть-сильнее-грянет-буря!"

The poem was done!

Everyone turned silly!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

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