Immortals exist.

Be it the Vampires of Transylvania, or the Daoists of Kunlun. Immortals always left indelible trails of their legends in the mark of history.

However, faced with the technological advancement of mankind, even the long-living felt the need to lay low and hide behind the curtains of society.

The consequences of getting discovered was something that Claude personally experienced during the chaos of World War 3. And with his constitution being uniquely different even among other types of Immortals, what followed after was a life of experiments and imprisonment.

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Decades passed... People died and the war had ended.

Yet even after the experiments had stopped, no one was able to discover his existence that was trapped inside a World War 3 bunker.

Only after what seemed like an eternity later did the Heavens saw fit to free him from his cage. But to his surprise, what had greeted him was not the wasteland and nuclear winter he had expected the war to create.

No.

It was a vast expanse of extreme wilderness with overgrown trees and titan-like beasts roaming the Earth unobstructed. A land where humankind were once again at the mercy of nature.

"Humans... What have they done...?"

It was year 0, the mark of mankind, called Judgement Day, but it was not the coming of God’s wrath to execute those who sinned, but the mindless and deadly massacre of all humans.

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info, 
au; modern post apocalyptic.
genre; fiction, action, thriller, slice-of-life. also comedy kind of.
status; on going.
warnings; slight blood, foul language, suicide, horror in a way. also, anything that happens has nothing to do with my real intentions and is purely just a part of a fictional plot. 

.characters;

•Mark;;
-leader like persona 
-trusts too easy and is very emotional 
-good at close-combat but still works wonders with guns, bows, and arrows
-"we've gotten this far, we can't give up now!"


•Renjun;;
-medic of the group 
-gets rattled quickly
-has a temper
-knows his shit and gets with it
-avoids emotions
-vegan and often appetite-less 
-always looking after everyone's dumbasses 
-"I told you you shouldn't have done that stupid thing 'cause it'll hurt you! I'll kill you for this!"

•Jeno;;
-leader of the group
-really good at close-combat but hates it
-skilled with guns and knives
-is only willing to live because a jaemin still exists in his life
-impromptu but still does the right thing
-"trust me, we'll be alright."

•Haechan;;
-offense of the group, in charge of attacking physically the infected, verbally the members of his team
-highly alert 24/7
-screams if needed
-loves mind games
-hates showing emotion but does anyway
-prefers guns, bows, and arrows over close-combat weapons
-willing to trade all his emotions to Satan for a potato chip 
-"I'm sorry you had to see that."

•You;;
-the brains of the group
-satan's child
-should get an oscar for acting tough 24/7 when actually all you want to do is cry 
-seem careless and cold-hearted when really you're very sensitive and get hurt emotionally very easily
-hates how quick you catch The Feels™
-"well shit.. it's way easier to just kill ourselves at this point."

•Jaemin;;
-in charge of all kinds of supplies; food, water, medical, sanitary, etc.
-always finds a way to make the circumstances they're under seem ok
-very close friends with jeno 
-a daredevil 
-impulsive 
-"what do you think will happen if we do this stupid thing like, right now??"

•Chenle;;
-happy virus and walking map of the group
-makes sure everyone knows he's there
-screams a lot 
-knows how to make use of maps, compasses, locations, cardinal points, etc.
-"guys, it's this way! Let's go!"

•Jisung;; 
-the tech of the group
-oftentimes is lost somewhere
-everyone is soft for him
-quiet and reserved 
-regularly inquires himself  what's the point of surviving when the world looks like it's ending already 
-youngest of the group
-"ugh! No wifi connection... we're done for!"

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again, this entire thing is merely a work of fiction. copying my story in any way is prohibited. the characters' original real life personality will be slightly altered to fit the plot, and their ages as well. i promise i hate myself for doing all of this too lol.

From ordinary teens to survivors, a group of friends fight for their lives through the war against the infected; suffocating in a dark labyrinth of choked up emotions and loathed memories.

Summary:
The story unfolds after the friendly aliens saved our Blue Planet from death, but the problems kept arising here and there and both races act together, trying to save humanity this time for sure. At least, so it seems on a face of it. 
The young earthling and, not as young but certainly a full of energy, extraterrestrial race individual come to the forefront of the story. 
How do they get along? Do they need to? Who is a true friend? I will try to reveal these and a couple of hundred more questions in the story.
 
Author's Commentary:
So, the novel I'm working on – Earth | 9th century AR [after reload]
It is a science fiction covering few thousand years ahead. Post-apocalyptic but rather utopian, kind of))
Estimated word-count: 50 000+
Rating: definitely explicit, but the first very-really-truly NSFW scene will take place in around 15-th chapter.
Also it's a slow-burn, pinning, teacher-student, alien-human, age difference and MPREG(!) novel (but it is not about the pregnancy itself.. if that's of any importance).
Now you may consider yourself totally warned. Read at your own discretion. And if you do – I really hope you'll enjoy the ride!
Cover and arts made by me.
 
Vocabulary:
Here are some words & phrases the purpose of which is to ensure the smooth reading process:
Sirkazai [sirkʌ`tsa:i] – my aliens' home-planet
Sirka [`sirkʌ] – aliens' language
Zirkaazte [zir`ka:tstə], zirka(/zirks) [`zirkʌ] – formal race name and informal singular and plural individual name used by humans only
Erzketau [ertske`ta:u] – main zirka character's name
Krezke-Plau [`kretskə-`pla:u] - zirks' emperor's personal name
Akkatl [ʌ`k:a:tl] – zirks' emperor, chief, leader; a general name
-kri & -kaia – somewhat an honorific suffixes used when addressing a male & female respectfully
To pronounce race and characters' names as I pronounce them in my head, you might need a reference. I mean the [ts] sound. It must sound strong and sharp, don't mute the [t]. It is quite similar to the one appears in "pizza" or to Japanese sounding of the syllable つ [tsu].
 
Other Notes:
I won't post often but will try to do it regularly once a month. Any feedback is more than welcome and appreciated! ATM I have a draft of about 15 chapters that still need to be revised and edited, so I would like to know in advance whether it is worth it, or is it better to go learn the beads knitting craft instead :)
And one more thing. If you believe that you know a lot about biology, human body, genetics, fertilization, etc. and you clearly see that I miss something huge and pull a real nonsense here – please let me know and I'll think how to correct this applying your advises. Thanks!
 
 Copyright © BakeNekoMadara 2015-2020. All rights reserved.

The story unfolds after the friendly aliens saved our Blue Planet from death, but the problems kept arising here and there, and both races act together, trying to save humanity this time for sure. At least so it seems on a face of it. The young earthling and ... not as young, but certainly a full of energy UFO representative come to the forefront of the story. How do they get along? Do they need to? Who is a true friend? I will try to reveal these and a couple of hundred more questions in the story.

*Tag MPREG doesn't mean that the story is all about the pregnancy term... if that matters ;)

First 12 chapters will be uploaded fast enough. And the further update pattern will be 1 ch. per 3-5 weeks.
I update weekly on Tapas with the split chapters. If you prefer it more often in smaller bites - please visit the Earth there and subscribe

Sitting on a bench on the grounds of Beacon Academy, I contemplate my life choices. 
It's been a few hours since I found myself in the body of a random student in a world I thought was only fiction just the day before.
I got transmigrated to the world of RWBY. Not only that.  Apparently I'm also training to become some kind of mercenary/monster killer or whatever a Huntsman counts as. Awesome, right?
Yeah, no.
When I first arrived, I was freaking the hell out. I thought that maybe someone had drugged and kidnapped me. All the people walking around with all sorts of weapons did nothing to dissuade me of that notion, up until the moment when my mind was assaulted by a bunch of foreign memories.
A common trope in web novels is going to another world in the body of another person, and then recieving the memories of the previous owner of said body. 
What those novels don't tell you is that it hurts like a bitch. 
The bright side is that I stopped freaking about about me getting kidnapped, just to start freaking out because I was going to fucking die.
'What are you afraid of?' you say? 'Aren't you going to become a hunstman? What's the problem?' Well, let me tell you something. 
Grimm are fucking terrifying.
The Creatures of Grimm, beasts that have harassed human and faunus kind since time inmemorial. The spawns of the God of Darkness, made with the sole purpose of destroying humanity and everything it has built.
That sounds nice and all. A perfect plot for a web show full of cool battles and waifus. The problem is that grimm are way more terrible in real life than the show made them out to be.
A single beowulf, a grimm that can be considered as cannon fodder, is enough to kill a big group of normal people. Easily, I may add.
Now imagine an army of those coming at you with the intent to rip your body to shreds. Yeah, I don't like my odds either.
Aura, you say? Pffhh, aura can only protect you so far, and its ability to empower you depends mainly on your own talent. 
People like Ruby Rose are considered prodigies. Trained since childhood by some of the best hunstmen and huntresess, and born with a bigger than average pool of aura. People like that are the main characters. 
Then we have people like the boy I stole the body from, people like me. Those without talent and without the guidance of strong people. Those who were lucky to survive till now in a career where  there's no retirement plan that doesn't involve being dead or crippled for life. The people who only look like the silhouette of a person at the bottom of the screen in the original web show.
I close my eyes and  let out a long, depressed sigh. That's it, I'm a mob character. A mob character in a post-apocalyptic world. A mob character studying in a school where shit is going to hit the fan in at most half a year.
Yay, me.
Opening my eyes, I take a look at the floating screen in front of my face. The helplessness filling my mind is replaced with determination as my gaze roams over the words covering my vision. Luckily, I wasn't completely doomed.
[Quest Completed!]
[Description: Ask any woman from the main cast on a date.
Reward: Random Sacred Gear]
.
.
.
[Do you wish to recieve you reward? Yes / No]
I mentally select yes and a new screen materializes, displaying the image of a person surrounded by what appears to be a purple mist.
[Congratulations! You have recieved the Sacred Gear: Dimension Lost!]
After reading the last annoucement, I suddenly feel like my body is on fire. I curl into ball on top of the bench as the feeling of something being shoved into my soul slowly recedes. A few passers by gave me pitying looks, while some others smirked condesently at my writhing form. The bastards.
When the pain finally stops, I slowly stand up from the bench. I recall old memories from my past life. Memories of watching an anime where the protagonists was an unrepentant pervert for boobs. Memories of a bespectacled man doing real crazy shit in said anime with this same sacred gear. 
My mouth widens into a grin as I lift the palm of my right hand in front of me. That grin turns into mad cackles as wisps of purple mist come out of my hand.
Ignoring the creeped out people close by, I begin making my way towards the academy. A determined smile set on my face the entire time.
Fuck being a mob character.

Hugh squeaked at the sound of a man's sweet tenor. He looked around for the source, but didn't immediately find it.
"Over here," the man said. "Come closer to the fire. You're out of range of the illusion."
Hugh climbed to his feet and dusted himself off, carefully keeping the Book open to the Navigator's page in the process. As he inched toward the fire, he asked, "Who are you?"
"Come closer and you'll see," he replied playfully. The taunt backfired. Hugh stopped moving, mentally reminding himself this was a game. For all he knew, the owner of the voice was an enemy set to spawn at a certain time of day.
"I'm staying here until you tell me who you are," Hugh said stubbornly.
"I can't tell you who I am until you give me a name, but I can tell you what I am. I am your Fully Optimized Navigator Assistant, created for the dual purpose of providing you with support and acting as your liaison with the Navigator Core System. My appearance was created using the Book of Life in your hands, although I can't be finalized into a corporeal form until you're within viewing range of the illusion and confirm my appearance meets your expectations."
"Corporeal," Hugh repeated. "That means 'solid'. Right?"
"It does. I can speak more plainly in the future, if you prefer."
Hugh nodded, even though he couldn't see who he was talking with. "Yeah, that might be a good idea. I've picked up some big words while gaming, but half the time I'm just guessing what they mean. My mom would be the first to tell you I'm dumb as a box of rocks."
"I don't know about that," he replied dubiously. "It's widely believed there are multiple forms of intelligence. Perhaps you're not book smart or street smart, but you possess gaming smarts? I can see in your profile you're an avid gamer with a massive amount of achievements attached to your gaming alias."
Hugh gaped. "You can see that? How?"
"The World Council's information network is as vast as the Net itself. When they gave the Navigator Core System full access, everything they know was integrated into our databanks. What they know, Navigator now knows. As a subprogram, I'm only allowed to see information pertaining to you specifically, but my access level was sufficient to trace you to your gaming alias through links to the bank accounts in your profile. Why? Was it confidential? If so, you don't have to worry. I'm programmed to keep secrets."
"You talk a lot," he replied.
There was a long pause, then the Navigator said, "You didn't understand half of what I just told you."
"Not really," Hugh agreed. "But you don't sound like a bad guy, so I'm going to come closer now."
"Take your time," the Navigator soothed. "I'm aware most humans have trouble accepting things that seem magical, hence why the range of the illusion was limited to make players more comfortable with its existence."
That didn't make sense to Hugh. "Why? We're in a game. Of course magic can be real here."
"That's a good way to look at it, but many of the beta-testers had trouble remembering they're in a game. It's one of the drawbacks of using a full immersion interface. Many players needed technology to explain the magic rather than accepting the very air they're breathing is artificial."
"Is that the backstory for the factions?" Hugh asked as he began inching closer to the fire again. "Is magic for people who accept the unexplained and Tech for those who don't? What's neutral then? For people in denial they're in a game at all?"
"And you said you weren't smart," the Navigator teased. "I think you're going to have a very strong magical alignment when we get to that part."
"Magic is cool, but—oh." Hugh's jaw dropped as he finally approached close enough to see the illusion. Between one step and the next, the Navigator appeared hovering over the fire like a ghost. He looked exactly like Hugh's typical gaming avatar, which was the epitome of a ruggedly handsome fighter. If this had been a zombie game, it would be automatically assumed the Navigator was the token cop. In a fantasy game, he'd have been the human archer. Science fiction games would equal a roughneck Captain and post-apocalyptic games would make him a mercenary.
Aside from all the tropes, he was everything Hugh wished he could be. He was tall and muscled, but in a way that made him appear lean and compact. Hugh felt like a hulking brute in comparison. The Navigator's face was chiseled and his laugh lines were visible through his black five o'clock shadow, whereas Hugh's face was more rounded and he'd never managed more than splotches of peach-fuzz. The most telling of all was the Navigator's bright blue eyes. They were vivid with humor and self-confidence, both of which Hugh knew he was lacking.

The world is dying.  To buy time to find a way to revive it, humanity retreats into cryogenic stasis and uses a game called 'Thrive' to allow society to continue to function.  This story follows an average adult gaymer, Hugh, and his AI Navigator, Dex, as they explore this new world.

The recruitment ads that they released recently were divided into two different types, one for workers who were willing to come here to do a job, and one for the residents of this new base. The people who wanted to change their environment were welcome to join the new base. 
Except for the ones who harbored evil intentions, or people like post-apocalyptic robbers, the new base would accept almost all sorts of applicants. And of course, the ones who chose to join the new base would be paid well. 
The new residents of the base would be put in the positions which fit their contributions to the base.
That was a common rule in all bases.
"Did anything happen to Miss. Lu?" Mrs. Lin asked with concern.
Lin Wenwen smiled and responded, "She should be fine. Ugh, I want to tell you about what happened in Sea City Base yesterday."
Hearing that, the others immediately turned to her with curiosity. Only Mrs. Lin showed a trace of worry on her face. However, she didn't ask any further question, but walked into the lobby with the others. 
Yuan Tianxing said to Chen Yuting and Lin Feng, "Yesterday in Sea City Base, Yang Chao and his people were destroyed by Chief Wu and Chief Zou. Yang Chao died." 
Chen Yuting and the others who had just walked into the lobby all froze when they heard that, gazing at Yuan Tianxing in disbelief. 
"What? He died? How did that happen so suddenly? Our Chief wasn't ready to take action, was he?" Chen Yuting asked with surprise.
Yuan Tianxing responded while walking straight to the few clean couches in the lobby, "In fact, something happened the day you guys left. Because of that, Chief Wu quickly launched a counter strike. All that happened was also the result of some troublemaker's deeds." 
While speaking, he laughed with a complicated expression.
Chen Yuting and the others curiously surrounded him. "Tell us what exactly happened there!"
Yuan Tianxing said, "That night, one of Yang Chao's Deputy Chief died. The man named Piao Gecang was bitten by a zombie that came from nowhere. After that, he went to the research institute of Sea City Base for some reason, and started a fight against some people in the research institute. At last, some other guy killed him. One researcher died as well."
Hearing Piao Gecang's name, Chen Yuting paused for a second. But soon, he stared at Yuan Tianxing in shock and said, "What did you say? Piao Gecang died?"
That man had given him a hard time not long ago. At that time, Chen Yuting didn't know that the latter was the man who caused his Jen's death yet. He was only surprised because that man who had troubled him not long ago was suddenly dead.
Yuan Tianxing said, "Yeah! More than two people died that night. Yang Chao's sister, Yang Yan also died."
"Eh? Wasn't she who encouraged her son to harass Wenwen? She died as well? Who killed her?" Lin Feng asked.
The others quickly glanced at Lin Wenwen.
Yuan Tianxing also gave Lin Wenwen a glance when answering the question, "Miss. Lu said that she did it. But, I heard that Yang Yuan's head and arm were bitten off by some kind of beast, and that she died very miserably! None of her people saw how she died."
Lin Feng and the others glanced at each other in shock. "Miss. Lu? How come she's involved in it too?"
"We're not sure," said Yuan Tianxing, "But that's what she said. She also found that a level-seven superpowered man on Yang Chao's side had been hiding in Sea City Base. Next day at the meeting of all the senior base administrators, they started the war. What caused the war was that Yang Chao had run some kind of virus experiment with hundreds of people from Sea City Base, and gotten them all killed. Some of his subordinates were infected as well. At last, they all became half-zombie, half-human monsters, and ended up being killed." 
"Are you saying that he ran experiments on live human beings? My God!" Mrs. Lin exclaimed. 
After the apocalypse, the world had become sparsely populated. However, Yang Chao actually ran experiments on healthy people. That was truly insane! Also, judging by Yuan Tianxing's words, those people didn't volunteer, but were all forced. 
Yuan Tianxing nodded and continued, "Yang Chao thought no one knew about his secret experiment. However, Chief had collected all the information about it since long ago. So on that day, he uncovered it and joined hands with the other leader of Sea City Base to banish Yang Chao." 
Chen Yuting wore an angry face. Hearing Yuan Tianxing say that Yang Chao was only banished, he asked with discontentment, "Why did they only banish him? His kind of people should be destroyed!" 
His Jen was also injected with the zombie virus, and now, he learned that Yang Chao and his people had been hurting more innocent people in that way.
Yuan Tianxing shook his head and explained, "They banished him, so he wasn't a base leader anymore. That was only the first step. The second step was the key… He was executed for murdering hundreds of people. That was an explanation to the people in the base." 
Chen Yuting calmed down slightly after hearing that. "You're right…"
"Captain Chen, you don't need to be angry," said Lin Feng, "As Tianxing said, Yang Chao has died. All the people who deserved death are already dead." 
After comforting Chen Yuting, Lin Feng continued, "And then? What happened at last?"
"At last, Yang Chao became a monster," said Yuan Tianxing, "Chief Wu and a few others killed him joint-handedly. But, I heard that the man who was there to help him ran away upon realizing that the situation was unfavorable."
"Eh? He ran away? Yang Chao must be so angry about it," said Mrs. Lin with surprise. 
Yuan Tianxing smilingly nodded and said, "Perhaps. We weren't on the scene, so we don't know how he reacted."
The others glanced at each other. Picturing what happened at that time, they all wanted to laugh.
"Where did he find such an unreliable help? Who is that man?" Mrs. Lin laughed at first, then asked.
"Miss. Lu said that he's a post-apocalyptic robber," said Lin Wenwen.
"Post-apocalyptic robber? Yang Chao was really insane. He not only turned himself into a monster, but also ganged up with a robber from the outside. He could really do anything," Mrs. Lin sighed. 
Yuan Tianxing suddenly thought of something. "Speaking of that post-apocalyptic robber," he said with a serious face, "we need to be careful. Miss. Lu said that he had watched us for a whole night. His target should be Wenwen. Now, Yang Chao has died, and he has escaped. But still, he's a robber. We can't tell for sure if he'll keep following us."
Hearing that a level-seven post-apocalyptic robber might be targeting them, all Lin Family people turned vigilant.
"That's possible! Post-apocalyptic robbers are all vengeful. They'll do whatever they can to get whatever they want. We'll be in serious troubles if he has his eyes on us!" Lin Feng wore a grim look as well. 


Lin Qiao remembers nothing from the past five years since the post-apocalyptic era began. She wakes up only to find herself having become a newborn, superpowered zombie, in a body that used to belong to an evil and notorious woman!

Having kidnapped a girl and raped her father, the previous host met her demise at the very hands of the conspiracies she courted all her life, leaving Lin Qiao no choice but to deal with the consequences while trying to figure out her own past and the fate of her loved ones. 

As for the little girl’s father, can’t he just have a decent fight? He’s a human being, but why is he biting a zombie? She’s the zombie! She’s the one who’s supposed to bite! 

It was a hot summer when the college entrance examination results were released.
The examination results of 2014 weren’t very different from previous years. Chang Liu checked his grade online the moment it was released—519. A grade like that would only get him into an average college. In a small town in northern China, such a standing was neither good nor bad. It wasn’t worthy to show off, but it wouldn’t be made fun of either. It was ordinary, just like he was.
Seeing the result, Chang wasn’t pleased nor saddened. He quietly clicked the cross on the upper right corner of the web browser, and then subsequently threw himself onto his bed.
Ring ring ring ...
The phone rang. Chang didn’t set any fancy ringtones like his peers would usually do; he was just a person as boring as his ringtone.
He saw that the call was from his mother as he answered.
"Hey son, I heard that the results come out today. I just saw Wang’s son from the convenience store. He got a score of...."
"519." Chang didn't wait for his mother to finish the sentence. He emotionlessly reported his score, interrupting his mother's lecturing. Then, he casually said a few words, and then hung up. Without a second thought, he turned off his phone.
July and August were the hottest months of the year, and even though the room cooled down by the air conditioning, the heat seemed impossible to drive away. Tossing and turning on his bed, Chang couldn’t fall asleep, so he got up and turned on his computer to watch a movie….
It seemed like nothing could excite him; even the movie that he used to enjoy was now a tedious task for him to watch. "My life is monotonous and passionless," he thought. He muted the computer and stared at the stained ceiling. For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether he was tired or just bored, and slowly, he fell asleep.
The sky was slightly dark when Chang was awakened by someone’s footstep. During the summer, there were more hours of daylight, so the slight darkness in the sky meant it was just past 7 o’clock.
His parent came home from work. This meant that a family meeting was about to begin.
On the table.
"It won’t be a problem for you to go to an average college with this grade, but what you can do in the future after graduating from there?" Apparently, Hua Wu–Chang’s mother–was very attentive toward her son’s education and knew the cutoff line for the renowned universities before anyone else in the family.
"Your dad and I…we respect your decision. Tell us what you are thinking. Do you want to just go to an average college and be an ordinary person for the rest of your life, or do you want to repeat a year in high school to improve your grade so that you can go to a prestigious university?"
"Any college is fine." Chang took a bite of broccoli, and then put down his chopsticks.
"Think about it carefully." Hui Liu, Chang’s father, waved his hand, and with that the meeting ended in silence.
Three days later.
"You know, our family has always been democratic. We never thought of interfering with your decisions and we respect your choice. But knowing the pressure and competition in finding employment, if you’re a graduate from an average college, I know you can imagine the difficulty of finding a job. Your dad and I aren’t resourceful either…."
Hua kept mumbling, "Tell me, which one you would rather do, repeat a year or go to any college that accepts you?"
"I told you, any college is…"
His mother interrupted him, "Think about it again."
...
Two days later.
"The fact is, you have nothing to be afraid of when you’re young; few people are successful in their first attempt. You know that kid from our neighborhood? He’s 5 years older than you and didn’t get a good grade on his first try, so he repeated a year and ended up in a famous university. Now that he has graduated, jobs are hunting for him. What I mean is that the reality of this society is cruel, and having a diploma from a famous college will gain you access to everything. Think about it again, whether you want to repeat a year or go to a random college to…"
"I’ll go to any college."
"Think about it again," his mother sighed.
...
The day after.
"Son, you may think that I’m being annoying, but sometimes a decision you make will determine your life. Whether it’s heaven or hell is a very thin line…"
"Mom, I want to repeat a year of high school!" Chang clenched his teeth, ending his mother's rant.
"Well, well, well, this is what you said; we didn’t force you!" As if she didn’t understand her son’s current mood, Hua finally cracked a smile.
"You know, our family has always been democratic. Since you chose you own path, you need to study hard this year. In order to support your choice, we have contacted a boarding school for you. There are fewer students in each grade, so it’ll be less chaotic. We figure that the time you wasted on commuting to school could’ve been used to study. Since you chose to pursue this path, every second is important. Some students who’ve repeated high school already have a head start..."
...
The next day, Chang packed his luggage, grabbed some utensils and a few sets of clothes and arrived in Xing Zhi, a small boarding school. As all the students there had repeated high school, their motivation to study was erased by the summer heat. After just 3 days, old habits were restored.
Three days were enough for the boarding students to get to know each other. After night class, Chang took a shower and laid on his bunk bed, chatting with his roommates.
"Hey, did you guys choose to repeat a year?" Chang said as he looked at the other three.
One man wore glasses and seemed like he never cared about his hygiene. His hair was always greasy. Most of the time, he held a thick book. Judging from his appearance, it looked like he was a hard working student, but apparently he went in the wrong direction – the book he read wasn’t a textbook. So obviously, he didn’t choose to come here.
"I'm not sure, I didn’t even pass the examination. I wanted to go to an engineering school or something, but my dad disagreed." The man wearing glasses responded; his gaze never left his book.
"Hey kid, what do you read every day then?" A voice came from the upper bed. Pang Zi was a chubby man and also a fan of web fiction, but he didn’t like whatever that man was reading.
"Apocalyptic fiction."
"Come on, let me take a look," Pang Zi took the book away swiftly. Within a few glances he said, "Zombies again? Why does all apocalyptic fiction mention zombies? It’s such a joke!"
Pang Zi returned the glasses man’s book while ranting.
"It’s been more than 10 years since the release of the Resident Evil series, yet everyone still thinks that zombies are a key element of apocalyptic fiction. They have no creativity at all! If viruses aren’t transmittable through the air, then zombies can’t be considered a threat to humans."
"Breathing heavily, walking slowly, mental retardation and those stupid ‘ah, ah’ sounds they make. For any normal human, it’s impossible to be bitten by such a creature. Think of our ancestors from ancient times. Facing all kind of predators who were way stronger and more flexible than humans, humankind still managed to thrive."
"I’m not bragging, but even if all the students in our school turned into zombies one day, I could still run out of here safe and sound, if you know what I mean."
Pang Zi shook his belly while talking.
The last person in the dorm interrupted Pang Zi’s lecture as he became arrogant.
"In fact, the zombie theme didn’t originate from Resident Evil series, but rather from European Medieval Literature. In 1968, the American movie ‘Night of the Living Dead’ set the tone for apocalyptic novels and movies. The concept of killing zombies by shooting their heads and viruses being contagious through zombie bites…that movie basically proposed everything we know about zombies today."
Tao explained calmly. Within the four of them, he was the only one with a good academic standing. Tao was really close to getting into Peking University, which was one of the best universities in the country. Unsurprisingly, not only was he good at studying, but he also had extensive knowledge in different disciplines. From time to time, Tao loved to show off his mastery of all kinds of knowledge.
"Hence, the zombie theme has been boring ever since it was popularized four or five decades ago. And Pang Zi, your opinion is correct; we don’t need to fear zombies. As long as they aren’t intelligent, their chances of being a threat to humans is infinitely close to zero."
"Hey, I was asking whether or not you came here voluntarily. Stop changing the topic." Chang interrupted the "good student" and brought the conversation back on track.
"Obviously no one came here voluntarily aside from me," Tao concluded everything with a single sentence.
"Ah, these days, we never really get to make our own choices, even though our parents insist that they respect our decisions. From my viewpoint, it’d be better for me if they just said things straightforwardly." Chang laid on the bed and recalled what happened a few days ago.
Right after he spoke, the door opened and a teacher wearing a pair of rimless glasses came in.
"Stop chitchatting and go to sleep, you have classes early in the morning." He shut the door upon leaving the command, but his last statement snuck through the door, "In the history of evolution, small and medium sized predators who made heavy footsteps became extinct, not to mention those who moved slowly. There’s no significance in discussing this issue, so go sleep!"
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Chang Liu - Chang means fast, fluent, carefree.


Five hundred million years ago, an epoch of extraordinarily fast evolution and mutation took place. It is said that all ancestors of today’s species on Earth derive from those that appeared in the “Cambrian Period”. 

Unfortunately, nothing gold can stay. After the brief “Cambrian Period”, life on Earth entered a period of stagnation. Humans came out on top, becoming the most powerful species on Earth.

A second age has come.

During the first “Cambrian Period” humanity was kicked off of the throne of the food chain quickly. Now, during the second “Cambrian Period”, what will happen to humanity?

The real end of the world is not the tale of brainless zombies. 

It is paradise.

Having her coronation as President broadcasted was just a small thing for Zhao Youyue. So was removing people she detested from her sight.
It had not required any effort on her part. After all, she could care less about what people thought of her.
Cao Chuanguang was no longer in the picture. Now, she could start placing her chess pieces down. As for those who were competent at their current roles and knew their places, she would grant mercy. Her influence as an empress had definitely won over their loyalties.
Zhao Youyue would never waste her time over such small matters. Even if something prompted her to take action, she would not depend on her character cards.
Under such circumstances, she promoted the silent Bai Yunshan and inconspicuous roommate Yu Xuefei to manage the small matters and the well-being of other members.
People were jealous of how lucky these two were. They were once nothing, and in the blink of an eye, they were now secretaries of the president. Now that Lady Zhao had nothing to worry about, she did what she loved the most… exploring the "Two-Dimensional Gate."
Zhao Youyue had not only yielded a great harvest from the source world, she had also replenished the cooldown of the "Two-Dimensional Gate." By sacrificing a character card, she could now select a novel with potential.
She sacrificed the card that allowed her to speak to cats. In the source worlds, this card allowed her to transform into a black cat.
Gone were the glorious days of the horror genre. The character card had long been sitting dormant -- it was close to expiring soon.
Perhaps the trend of animal-themed novels was also dying. Perhaps they might rebound, but that's for another day.
By her memory, the author often indulged himself in Mahjong games. He did not even need that side income. His tenants kept him well-fed.
If he was one day forced to pursue his career in writing, he might produce something better.
Zhao Youyue always believed that iconic novels could only be written by two types of authors. One would be like Han Leng -- highly gifted in writing talents and keen on pursuing the beauty of words. The other would be Su Li, disciplined and dedicated, always striving for self-improvement. Every post she made was fresh and trendy. She did not need the improvement, but she went for it anyway. As long as her passion remains, so would her popularity and along with it, her income.
WIth how competitive novels were, the only way one could keep oneself irreplaceable was to have a fresh and unique character in our masterpieces. When you define the genre of your novel, you would be one of a kind.
However, the reality was never ideal. No masterpiece would ever be one of its kind. Billions of people passing through the passage of time -- a repetition of ideas was bound to happen somewhere. To remain relevant, one had to follow the trend.
Zhao Youyue found a novel worthy for the sacrifice of her character card. It was titled "Endless Apocalypse," written by one whose fans called him, Master PhD[1].
PhD was an enigma. Even his gender was unknown, but they largely assumed him to be male, based on his style of writing. His story was always firm and logical, while the chemistry between his paired couples always wandered towards eternal friendship, rather than romance. Master PhD often exaggerated on brotherhood and the bonds between men. Reading his work was more like a gay romance than the story between friends.
This was the age of Yaoi[2]. He was not deliberately promoting Boy Love, but fujoshis[3] often gave his work praise. Master PhD was just so good at portraying how men strengthen each other with trust and encouragement. His stories were so great, so manly.
Readers assumed that only a man could write such a great novel. The author might even be a muscular gym junkie.
Two elements determined his success. One was the exclusivity of the platform he used. Yes, he was an Ancient High God author, but he had taken a risk when he left Qidian, a.k.a. China Literature Limited before that platform monopolized that sector. He had joined an equally solid competitor, just because they offered him far better pay than Qidian's.
As time passed, that platform changed its course and no longer could afford to keep an Ancient High God author such as Master PhD. The other element was his genre of choice. It was neither mainstream, nor popular. In the end, both parties decided to mutually end their contract.
Master PhD then returned to Qidian and published his novel, "Endless Apocalypse." Having left Qidian for so many years, his image needed some rebuilding.
As a veteran author, Master PhD had braved through many storms and lived through them. Perhaps it was his attitude that kept him going. He was highly passionate when it came to writing -- nothing would shake his faith. His efficiency was unwavering.
Authors like Master PhD could usually be trusted when it came to producing remarkable stories. His novels all started with a few great opening chapters. Eventually, he would twist his stories into unacceptable endings that left readers greatly disappointed. Some even called him the "the crazed devil that burns its tail"...
It was not that he was not a terrific writer. It was his readers who were misled into expecting more from such promising opening chapters. They wanted better endings. They had set their expectations through the roof. How could they still blame the author?
Master PhD was actively involved in the fight against the apps that promoted piracy like Baidu Tieba. [4] He mocked readers who supported piracy, earning their ire in return. It was an era where blatant piracy was rampant. Readers of pirated works firmly believed that they were supporting the author's hard work…
Now, things were different. As the management of online platforms improved its quality, readers have begun to realize the greater good in banning piracy. With the increase of wealthy readers online such as Lady Zhao, online novels were moving towards a better direction.
Lady Zhao was impressed with PhD's "Endless Apocalypse." It had the makings of an original, iconic apocalyptic novel!
Translation Note:
[1] "Master PhD" (p大) is a nickname for the author PhD.
[2] Yaoi fandom (基者见基,腐者见腐) refers to readers of yaoi (also called Boys' Love or BL), a genre of male-male romance narratives aimed at those who participate in communal activities organized around yaoi, such as attending conventions, maintaining or posting to fansites, creating fanfiction or fanart, etc. In the mid-1990s, estimates of the size of the Japanese yaoi fandom were at 100,000-500,000 people, but in 2008, despite increased knowledge of the genre among the general public, readership remains limited. English-language fan translations of From Eroica with Love circulated through the slash fiction community in the 1980s, forging a link between slash fiction fandom and Yaoi fandom.
[3] Fujoshi (腐女): Most yaoi fans are teenage girls or young women. In Japan, female fans are called fujoshi, denoting how a woman who enjoys fictional gay content is "rotten," too ruined to be married. The male equivalent is called a fudanshi. The words' origin can be found in the online image board 2channel.
[4] Baidu Tieba (Chinese: 百度贴吧; pinyin: bǎidù tiēbā; literally: "Baidu Paste Bar") is the largest Chinese communication platform provided by the Chinese search engine company, Baidu. It is an online community bound tightly to internet search services, one of the central business of Baidu. The website functions by having users search or create a bar (Forum) by typing a keyword, and if the bar has not been created before, it is then built upon the search.


An introverted girl has had enough of the isolation inadvertently formed by her solitary nature. Things changed when she discovers that she has the ability to transverse across the fabric of our universe into the dimensions of multiple storylines. Not only do these storylines leave her with invaluable lessons - they also impart a portion of their power - if she is deserving of it. The time has come for Zhao Youyue to change her fate. Never again, will she remain as a Side-Character!

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