This explains the whole creation of the new 62. The new 62 is the universe where we write all of our characters. If you have any questions about our stories, and what the universe behind them is, than read this.

P.S this includes Marvel/dc heroes

The Violet Rosewood Farmer's Hut: belongs to the farmer Tian Niang - level (one star), who likes to take care of all kinds of flowers, dislike to take care of animals, no particular skills.

There was finally a female in the ACG world! And it was a female human, not an animal. However, it was just that the character dressed like a middle-aged woman. It was not exactly the type of Moe character that he had expected. But nevertheless, it was an improvement, and the possibility of having a house that was full of Moe girls was greatly increased.

After placing the farmer's hut next to other pot plants, Tian Niang began to automatically take care of the nearest pot plants. One star farmer could only take care of five pot plants at the same time. Luckily, the pot plants he had at the moment didn't exceed that number. But in the future, if he wanted to plant any more, he would probably need to remove the old ones.

The farmer would consume three units of food a day, and require 30 Moe Coins as the monthly salary. The food unit problem could be solved by using the fish he had caught, the monthly salary also wasn't too expensive. So it was still affordable. In terms of the leveling up requirements, apart from the required proficiency level, he also needed to build a Rural Cooperative Association. This was going to be another big expense.

Having settled Tian Niang down, Zhou Yu returned to his house satisfactorily.

Since he had the eyes of the ACG world, the time he spent on the internet was greatly reduced. Apart from writing some chapters, he almost didn't do anything else. He had also stopped playing many games.

Actually, with just selling pot plants online, he would be able to have a decent income. As long as he could get some less rare pot plants. Although the growing speed of the plants that had the ACG world's attributes would be very fast during their vegetative phase. But once they became stable, they were no different than the regular plants. So it would not be a problem to deceive anyone.

It was too bad that Zhou Yu was not interested in doing business. He even had no interest in opening a pot-plants online shop. After all, he had not reached a condition where he was in need of money. Although writing stories online did not make much money, as long as he could survive, there was no need for him to become a full-fledged member of society.

The fun after writing the story online was to release the hunter's latest fan-made chapters online to mesmerize that gang of comic fanatics to a point that their minds go blank, and enjoy the pleasure of being worshipped.

 .........…

Apart from having an artistic talent that could compete with Yoshihiro Togashi, the imprisoned Toaist's chapter releasing speed was also extremely shocking. One chapter a day, and it had been half a month now, there was no sign of stopping. If it was in Japan, this kind of production speed was enough for the publisher to survive for several months.

Geniues were usually weirdos. Although the Taoist was very talented, he never talked to anyone, nor did he revealed his real information to anyone. His mysterious identity made many people constantly discussing who he really was. Normally, with the help of those posts and after having enough followers, the Taoist should have come out to collect his fame and fortune. But why he was still hiding behind the internet?

This was the question that Lou Gongcai, who worked for Tencent Animations and Comics, also could not understand.

As the hunter's official publisher in China, Tencent animations and comics also started to pay attention to this imprisoned Taoist after the original post blew up. Especially through their own contacts in Japan, they learned that Yoshihiro Togashi himself also gave a high complimentary remark to those fan-make chapters. They really hope that they could sign up this person. With this person's ability and talent, plus the person was so hardworking, they would definitely be able to successfully rebrand this person to become a super famous Chinese manga artist.

However, after the passionate and excited discussion in the internal meeting, they met with an embarrassing problem - Who was this Imprisoned Taoist? It seemed like so far, the Taoist had not revealed his true identity to anyone. There was not any information about him on the internet.

"No matter where he is, we need to find this 'prisoner'!" Liu Gongcai slammed his hands on his desk and said.

Oh well… it seemed easy to say, and no one seemed to think that it would difficult. Although the Taoist did not leave any contact information, he often appeared in Baidu hunterxhunter forum, so they could still private message him.

However, all the private messages had been fabulously ignored. It was not that Zhou Yu did it on purpose. He often just log into his account to upload some chapters. He hardly ever checked if someone had messaged him or not. But what Tencent animations and comics did not know was, that it was not just one company was looking for him. Many popular comics sites, manga magazine publishers or even sites were also looking for this Internet celebrity. Some companies had even mentioned how much they would pay in the private message.

It was a shame that they met someone, who was only fond of playing. They were just unlucky. Zhou Yu also would not agree to become a manga artist. Because the permanent comic studio had not been built yet, and after releasing the 300 imitated chapters, the current one would also disappear. At that time, what could he use to fool them?

After the information about many companies were looking for the Taoist, was leaked out, many fans were not surprised.

It would only be strange if no one was looking for him. After all, before he even formally drew anything, he had already gained enough reputations.

The only thing that made the fans felt strange was that not a single company said that they had signed up the Taoist successfully, but the Taoist was still releasing the chapters once a day at a crazy speed.

Did he ask for a lot of money?

Although many fans were happy to see the fan-made chapters, they would prefer to see some good Chinese manga, and with the talent that the imprisoned Taoist had, it would not be difficult.

Having this kind of hopes in their minds, more and more people began to urge Taoist to join the Chinese animation companies.

With this kind of post became more and more, it finally gained Zhou Yu's attention. Only until this moment, did he realized that his inbox was full.

Becoming a manga artist? Although it was very interesting, he couldn't do it at the moment. He had to wait for the permanent comics studio. So Zhou Yu specially posted a new thread.

He first stated that he was thrilled that everyone loved his chapters, and also mentioned that the reason he drew those chapters was that he liked Hunter X Hunter. However, at the moment, he was not interested in becoming a full-time manga artist. He wanted to wait until he was good enough in the future, and then he would repay everyone's appreciation with his own manga.

Of course, there as another hidden meaning in the post. It meant that those companies should stop looking for him.

Seeing the post, many fans expressed that they were willing to wait. After all, they still could read Hunter's chapters. However, all those companies were dumbfounded.

What was wrong with this Taoist? He should've taken this opportunity to publish his own works to gather as much profit as possible. Why was he still drawing the fan-made chapters? Could he even make money from it? No matter how good his drawing was, if he carried on doing this, he was just a Dōjin artist.

However, after that post, the Taoist went back to his normal routine again. It seemed like he was determined to become a Hunter Dojin artist. Realizing that, many companies gave up inviting him. Until one day...

After a month of growing the plant, the idol flower finally bloomed. The light pink flowers were very beautiful. But that was not important to Zhou Yu. The important thing was that when he looked at the center of the biggest flower using his Eyes of the ACG world, he saw a very pretty kid.

The story of Thumbelina by Andersen was very well-known, so it was not too surprised for Zhou Yu to see a kid that was around 10cm big in the Camellia japonica's flower. It was just that...

'I want a girl, not a boy!"

Although he was small, and from his appearance, Zhou Yu couldn't tell his gender, he was dressing the men's clothing, so it meant that he was definitely a boy.

However, no matter how frustrated Zhou Yu was, he was not able to return it. This was a common feature of the gashapon machine and the vending machine. The gender of the idol flower was completely random, so it was normal to come out a male idol.

What was more sad about it was, that the boy was in a deep deep sleep. Zhou Yu had been observing it for two days. But its status was always shown - sleeping. There was no sign that he would wake up anytime soon. So he invited three animated creatures to come over and have a look.

The carpenter and the fisherman couldn't help. This was not within their knowledge field. Only when the old dragon king checked the idol flower from the top to the bottom did he finally said, "is it possible that it has been cursed by magic?"

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

This story is not made by me but I am transporting it here so people so could this Author amazing work.

The Amadell family are finally home.

Myleka is late reading her favorite book: Mari and her detective crew, while sitting on the bed with her lamp on.

Myaleka is eating popcorn, while sitting on the carpet with Mina.

Kaima is meditating in the guest room with her hair waving in the air.

Ben is working on his computer.

Plaimq is sitting in a tree, looking at the moon, thinking about what will he do now.

Kaima's eyes are glowing green, making aura center around her, and levatiting.

A week later, the kids get ready for the school.
Myaleka and Myleka get their stuff ready, and went through a portal.

Comiclover23 is the first to run out the door with his head with a comic book on the X-men.

Percy has a pece of toast in his mouth, holding his bookbag tight,and meets up with Comiclover23 .

Comiclover23 takes a piece of toast from Percy tastes it, and says "It needed more butter".

"Always with the butter", said Percy muffled.
Ka Mary is already outside heading for her friends, while kicking her soccer ball with her knee.

May is with Ka Mary, both of them playing soccer as they head for the bus stop.

Harmony is playing on a flute along with Dot and Devin as his audience.

Marcus is listening to music and waves at Kell.
Kell waves at Marcus.

Myaleka and Myleka appear at the bus stop with the others.

Kell smiles at Myleka.

Ka Mary looks at Myleka.

"So, who's ready for school!" exclaimed Comiclover23.

"I guess, since I actually did read the school rulebook", said Marcus.

"That's an accomplishment", said Dot.

"What does that mean ?" asked Marcus.

"Just what I say", said Dot, as she pats Marcus on the head.

Kell pushes the red button on the bus stop and this teleports the kids inside Moonshine Academy.

Comiclover23 notice somebody tapping on his shoulder, he turns around to see Redcrow:a girl who has long black hair, wearing skull earrings, black shirt with a picture of a purple lightning bolt,purple skirt with black stripes, black boots; who is holding his comic book.

"Comiclover23, long time no see, still reading X-men", Redcrow noticed.

"I feel mutual comics until I found a comic about a goth team of mutants, which made me smile with happiness I have inside of me", Redcrow admitted.

"Really! What's it called?" wondered Comiclover23, with a smile on his face.

Myleka is taking notes of Comiclover23 and Redcrow's conversation.

"You read comics?" Myaleka asks Myleka in a whisper.

Myleka ignores Myaleka.

Redcrow and Comiclover23 continue talking until they see Blueberry: a boy with red hair, wearing a long black dress, two purple rings , and purple heels.

Next to Blueberry is Flower, a girl who has blond hair wearing a black eye shadow, black/purple dress, black gloves, and shoes that match the dress.

"Marcus, what a surprise", said Flower.

"Yeah", said Marcus.

As the bell rings, the goths walk away.

"See you at lunch", said Flower.

"See ya", said Marcus.

The kids go to the classroom.

The teacher has long grey hair, white skin, wearing a turtleneck, wedding ring, blue jeans, and white sneakers. His name is Mr. Peach.

"I'm Mr. Peach, your music teacher, today we will playing a special Egyptian music note", said Mr. Peach.

So, everybody grab a flute, that's on hanging on the wall.

Four flutes are different from the other flutes.
The classroom is filled with music.

The sound of the flute opens a portal that shows a woman who has black hair, wearing a white top hat, a white shirt, pants, and boots named Amiak.

"Whoa!" exclaimed the kids.

"Children, meet Amiak", said Mr. Peach.

"lla, uoy teem ot erusaelp a s'ti", said Aimiak.

"What?" asked Dot.

"She said it's a pleasure to meet you all", said Myleka.

"Let guess, you speak backwards", said Myaleka.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" answered Myleka.
"Never mind", said Myaleka.

"?VT fo mlaer eht levart ot stnaw ohW", said Aimiak.

"She said who wants to travel into the realm of TV", replied Myleka.

"I would love to, give it a try, you want to join Myaleka?" Ka Mary tells Aimiak.

"Yeah, why not?" asked Myaleka, shrugging her shoulder.

Aimiak opens a portal, which Ka Mary and Myaleka go through.

From the portal, Ka Mary and Myaleka see a desert and a motorcycle.

Ka Mary and Myaleka ride the motorcycle to a diner.

Inside a diner, there is a 7-year-old boy who has black hair wearing a red suit drinking wine.

"What is going on?" asked Ka Mary in a whisper.

"We must be in the show 'I'm from the future'. It's a classic in my opinion", said Myaleka in a whisper.

"Oh, I watched only season 2, I was going to go to season 1, after school", said Ka Mary.

"So, who are two lovely ladies?" asked Trent.

"Follow my lead", Myaleka whispered.

"Okay", said Ka Mary.

"We're travelers, this is my girlfriend: Ka Mary and i'm Myaleka", said Myaleka, with her arm around Ka Mary.

'This is going to be a weird adventure', thought Ka Mary.

"So, you went through the aging affect too", said Trent.

"Yup", said Ka Mary and Myaleka.

"Good, because I have to go on a special mission, and I might need assistance", said Trent.

"Really? What kind of mission?" asked Ka Mary.

"It requires time travel", said Trent.

"How much trouble?" asked Myaleka, as a smoothie appears in front of her and Ka Mary.

"Nothing life threatening, but you still should be cautious", said Trent. "Well?"

"We accept", said Ka Mary.

"Good, we leave at dawn", said Trent, heading to the back.

"When can leave this realm?" asked Ka Mary, concerned.

"After we complete the mission, he won't get suspicious", said Myaleka.

Somebody puts a dagger is put by Myaleka's neck, and says "Don't move".

"I wouldn't do that", said Ka Mary.

"Why not?" asked The biker.

The biker has brown hair, red scarf on his head, mustache, wearing a black outfit.

The biker sees his dagger melting and Myaleka's eyes glowing.

"Uh oh", said the biker..

A few minutes later.

Ka Mary and Myleka joins Trent outside and ride off on their motorcycles.

Deadpool felt nothing at all when he heard someone calling.

"Your Highness, wake up..."

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep."

"Your Highness, my Royal Prince!"

"Damn it, smugscholar, you're only doing this to get that damn Hardcore RTW Fan Badge! They haven't even officially announced it and you've already started? Disqualified!"

"Please wake up! You need to announce your verdict!"

"I don't think QI will give it to you anyway! They'll get you to delete this fanfiction. It's copyright! It's a scam. Here's 95 reasons why..."

Roland, or Deadpool, opened his eyes and looked the person that was trying try wake him up. The person's face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe. Deadpool's jaw dropped in awe and he was quite surprised.

"At first glance, had a little resemblance to Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings, said the original author. Man, will we get more cameos like this? Does that count as copyright too?" Deadpool said as he jumped up energetically, studying this 'Gandalf'.

"Your Highness, I do not understand what you're saying. Please enlighten this old one," 'Gandalf' said.

Deadpool, or Wade Wilson, as he was known on Earth and probably other planets across several universes and timelines, looked around.

Apparently, he was in a public square and was standing near gallows that was too hard to describe. He had seen such a thing before, but most notably during that one time when he played with Professor X's Cerebro. He could've sworn that he had looked into the past and saw a poor girl by the name of Joan d'Arc executed using the same device. Maybe it was another girl. He wasn't too sure.

Speaking of girls, he saw a hooded felon who had her hands tied behind her back. She was wearing a piece of rag and she was so skinny that he could use a strand of his hair to break her bones, should he have any.

"Yes, I don't have hair," Deadpool addressed the readers who are reading this right now. "I mean, check the movie, not the comics. Who are comics? No, why are comics?"

Deadpool shook his head in disappointment as he imagining himself as Ryan Reynolds is better than being a 2D character.

The girl shivered due to the cold wind but her determination in trying to stand straight was commendable.

"Well, poor girl. I'll just have to get this done and over with before settling shit with Thanos for sending me here," Deadpool said as he checked himself out for a moment there. He felt his face and it felt the same as it was, the only exception being that he did not have his classic red suit on.

He felt his 'power' surging through this body and as he was checking himself out, memories that were not his own came flooding into his poor brain. The memories of the person he was in had updated him on everything he needed to know about this world.

Looking at the girl, Deadpool muttered, "Witch, huh."

"Your Highness?" 'Gandalf' urged cautiously.

"Shut it, Dumbledore, I'm thinking," Deadpool knew that his name was Barov but meh, who cares. He's the Assistant Minister of Finance, and was sent here to assist me with government affairs.

Moving onto first-person view huh? Alright.

As for myself, I'm the Fourth Prince of yadda yadda yadda... whatever, you've probably read all this before. Do you want me to spoil you what happened in Deadpool 2 starring Ryan Reynolds? No? Okay.

So basically my dad in this life, who goes by Wimbledon III, which is the name of an absolute fuck twat, decided to let his kids fight for the throne based on their capability to govern. He gave each of them five years to manage different territories and whoever becomes the biggest deal wins the big prize.

Well, Deadpool had no issues with this. Aside from that fact that each territory is different and some had more advantage than others, there are no problems at all. The King of Graycastle is indeed wise, like every other villain in you'll find in the novels at this site.

Pondering more about it, Deadpool felt that he has an overwhelming advantage as compared to his siblings. He came from a world where mutants and gods fight all day long and technology reigned supreme! He could basically push his territory to industrialization and win the game!

Alternatively...

"I could create Skynet and destroy this world for good before asking one of the Terminators to send me back to whence I came," Deadpool thought aloud, to the confusion of the people around him. This was especially so for big old white-bearded Braavos who was standing next to him.

"Whatever. Everybody dismissed! Go home! I need to think this through."

I postponed the execution of the girl (who reminded me of Firefist, that poor lad) to another day and after fifteen minutes of arguing with a group of nobles on why I decided not to kill that witch on the spot with my bare hands (or the gallows, whichever they preferred), I was escorted to a nice room. As I mulled around in bed which smelled as if a group of more than ten people had made love on, I started thinking on what to do next. Should I let her go? Or should I kill her and break this fan-fiction for good? 

Either ways, I ended up here because I was stroking Thanos' chin like it was a sleeping baby when he was busy spending daddy time with Gamora, and somehow banished me into this place where I ended up being this guy named Roland who looked exactly just like me and could do the shit I do, which includes but are not limited to regeneration, not dying and other stuff.

Oh, and the author changed back to third-person view later on in chapter 1.

Two viewpoints in ONE chapter. This is going well so far.

"Forget it, no matter what, at least I am still alive and shouldn't complain too much because I was not wiped out of existence. Thankfully, Thanos didn't pull that trick where half of my body would disappear. That would be quite sad," Deadpool began to wise up to the fact that he would need to adjust to this life because he was sure that he would be here for a good amount of time. 

Messing around with spacetime and trying to get back to his original universe would be something hard to achieve but as Vanessa once said, "Well, sweetie, I DO have my ways, you know..."

And so do I, baby, so do I.

Damn it, Thanos!

You used your fucking Space and Time gems on me because I stroked your chin like it was a sleeping baby? Now I ended up becoming an honorable prince in the Middle Ages of Europe. I'm still ugly and my suit is in my knapsack?! I thought this was a reincarnation fan-fiction but hmm... something is not quite right here. 

Hey author! Smugscholar, that's right. What's going on here? There's what now? B-bitches? Oh, witches. And I'm not on Earth? Monkey balls, that's just great.

Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief (what's a fief?), spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city (I should build an Avengers Tower here), while fighting against his siblings for the throne (Thor x Loki) and absolute control over the kingdom (anddddd... that's boring). 

Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders from the realm of evil. 

Alright, that last part is just bullshit. Fuck friendships, fuck allies, I just want to get home back to Vanessa. And I'll smack anyone with a Nine Legendary Brick (or something) should they stand in my way.

I got the badge already. I'll finish this within the next 5 chapters unless there's a demand.

P.S. Per the questioning of some hardcore fans, I have adapted the character of Deadpool™ for the market of Qidian International™. Any similarities or differences doesn't really matter as this is a sub-par fan-fiction done for an online badge. Thank you.

P.P.S. Check out the GATE fanfiction.  It sure as hell is better than this and hella more suitable for this market.

P.P.P.S DONE

Monday. 
Li Lanni's class had successfully completed the first volume of the comic they were drawing.
Today, they started the second volume. 
As usual, after the lecture was done, the professor asked them to draw the comics for the second volume based on the story they were asked to read. While they were doing so, the professor walked around the classroom, silently assessing the comics made by the students. 
'This batch of students have improved a lot' the professor was delighted when he saw the paintings. Each one of them was unique and creative.
But then he stopped next to Li Lanni with a frown when he saw her painting. This girl… 
To avoid making her feel humiliated, he waited until the class ended, then called her to his office and questioned her. "Have you really read the novel and understood it?" 
Li Lanni nodded, wondering why he would ask such a question. They were in the second volume already. Wasn't that a given? 
"Really? I don't think you have really understood it enough. Because if you had, you would know that the novel is quite a happy one. Your comic wouldn't hold such darkness." 
Darkness? Li Lanni thought back to her comic. 
"It is easier for people who have read the original novel to overlook such a plot error. However, new readers will misunderstand it. As I said before, you should put yourself into character every time you make a sketch. Also, this is not the only problem I have noticed in your drafts. I am disappointed to say this, but your performance has significantly deteriorated since you first joined the class. While the others are improving, you are seriously lagging behind. Are you experiencing some problems? If you have some problems, you can share it with me." Though his words were condemning, his voice was gentle.
"No…" Li Lanni frowned, all this seeming new to her. When had she not put herself into character? 
"I will not take up too much of your time, but I haven't expected this results from you, who hwas the grand winner in the previous painting contest. Go on and think about it." The tutor said with a gentle smile. He hesitantly added, "You should know that no matter how much effort you put in something if you are being forced into it, all your efforts will be futile." 
"Thank you, sir. However, I'm not being forced into anything. I willingly joined this class." 
When Li Lanni left his office, the first thing she did was open her locker and take out all the drafts to take a look. These were just copies, she kept the originals at home but had copies in the studio locker for reference. 
She checked through them from the first chapter. At first, there wasn't any change. But from the fourth chapter, she began to notice that what the tutor had said was true. Seriously, if one were to see her latest chapter, there was no one would believe that she had joined the class by winning a contest. 
More importantly, it looked like the story had strayed from the original. If the dialogue were to be added, it was sure that it would look misplaced. 
But hadn't she been working hard? 
What went wrong?
___
Later in the afternoon,
Ji Xiehan completed his work earlier, pushed the less urgent documents aside before leaving his office. He would work on them later at night.
After asking Lin Jian and being laughed at for half an hour, he finally got his way around finding the least frequented movie theater. He had selected a popular movie more suitable for female audiences and booked tickets. 
All the previous times, he had got her to go out with him using schemes and tricks. This was the first time she had willingly agreed to go somewhere with him. This should be considered their first official date, right? 
So he followed Lin Jian's advice and found a present. He already had one; the bracelet he had bought her when they went shopping but didn't have the chance to give it to her. 
He wore the watch that was a match with it and took the bracelet with him. 
Feeling more confident, he let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and went to pick Li Lanni up. 
The girl didn't make him wait too long. Two minutes after he sent her a text, he saw her exit the villa, wearing a blue dress that matched the color of his tie. 
He couldn't help smiling. What a sweet coincidence. 
"Did I keep you waiting?" She asked, her eyes staying on his tie for a few seconds. 
"No. I just arrived. You look beautiful." 
She blushed and unknowingly tightened her fists. "T-thank you." She had dressed up for him. It would be disappointing if she didn't look beautiful. She was happy that he liked it, and was even more pleased that their clothes were a complementing match. They looked just like a couple in love. Though she refused to accept it, she was delighted inside.
Once they were at the movies, he went ahead to buy snacks as she waited for him. "I booked tickets for a teenage drama 'Our Youthful Love.' I didn't know what kind of movies you liked, so I asked some of my female colleagues, and everyone said this was a nice one." He informed. 
"Haha…" When Li Lanni heard him say, she broke into a peal of laughter.
"What's so funny?" he was puzzled by her sudden laughter. 
Li Lanni burst into another round of laughter. "Haha..oh my god...haha..I can't control myself ..haha..Your face when you said the name of the movie was amusing." 
Ji Xiehan laughed at himself too. It was just that he was a little unsure. After buying the tickets for the teenage drama, he only later realized that it was full of fluffy romance. Then he remembered that when they talked about online novels, she mentioned a few that she liked. Those were all detective novels, and even if there were some romance ones, the main theme was a crime. 
Most people liked the same genre of movies and novels, so she should like detective and mystery, right?
But then again, she played otome games once in a while. So he didn't know whether to change the tickets or not. 
Li Lanni figured out why he was confused. She felt happy that he prioritized her choice. "I'm not really picky with what I read or watch. I only do it to pass the time, so you should have chosen what you like instead." 
"Then let's watch the teenage drama. I've never watched one before." He happily led the way, and she instinctively clung to his arm because he had popcorn and coke in both hands. 
They took a seat close to the front. They were quite early, so there were only a handful of people aside from them.


"Little troubleshooter, we meet again. If you are still thinking of trying to get away, you better give up that silly idea." Ji Xiehan said, pinning her against the wall. 
Li Lanni pushed her fists against his chest. "Is this how you say hi to all your interviewers, Mr. Ji?" 
"There is no interviewer and certainly no interviewee." The man grinned devilishly. "There is only a husband and a wife. My darling, how are you going to compensate for all the emotional damage you caused me by slipping away?" 
"What?" Heavens... just what had she gotten herself into?
...
Her life almost came to an end because of a tragic accident but instead, she lost her memory. 
Who would have thought that just when she she was starting to get used to her new life, she would get trapped in a whirlwind engagement? 

Out of all kinds of injustice fate could do to her, why did her fiancé have to be that white-haired pervert?! 

" You better not fall in love with me!" she snarled at the man grinning before her. 
Ji Xiehan's smile deepened. "Are you... kidding me? Why would I fall in love with you?" 
Li Lanni: "You better mark your words." 
The man grinned. Of course I will not fall in love with a woman I already love. I'm keeping my promise, right?
Ji Xiehan took up the challenge to crawl into her heart. 
(Warning: This book features mature content) 


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The costume looked splendid on Qin Guan. It was not overshadowed by the previous or following costumes.
It was the one the designer had been the most worried about, but Qin Guan made it looks new with his figure. The designer kept Qin Guan in his mind. In the following days, Qin Guan performed in several shows smoothly thanks to John’s help. After nine days, it was finally time for the closing show.
 
The night was tender, and the lights were twinkling. Media, businessmen, designers and brand agents from every corner of the world had taken their seats, waiting for the fashion feast to begin.
Qin Guan was speechless before the different groups of models backstage. He handed his luggage to Sister Xue and entered the dressing room first. He was surprised at Cabben's investment in the room. 
All the costumes were hanging in the closets, the correspondent shoes under them. The socks and sleeve buttons were also easily accessible.
Why are my shoes not in place? Qin Guan took a pair of Oxfords from the shelf. 
"Ouch! What the hell is that?" Qin Guan put his fingers inside the shoes and took out a clip used for pinning clothes. He wouldn't have found it if he didn’t make a habit of checking the accessories before changing into his clothes.
If he’d put his foot in, he would have gotten injured. Qin Guan stared at the blood on his fingertip, falling into deep thought.
The perpetrator had to be a member of the staff or a model. There were no cameras in the fitting rooms, so it would be hard to find him.
Qin Guan went out of the fitting room with the shoes and informed Sister Xue of the incident.
It was performing time. As a model, his most important task was the show.
Qin Guan put on short pants, a colorful silk shirt, a round-collar leisure suit, and a curled wig for the reminiscence. He looked like a weird, fashionable guy.
The assistant was listening to Sister Xue's description with a serious expression. He seemed to be getting more and more angry. He had witnessed plenty of secret feuds among models that meant nothing to designers and brands. For them, models were cabbages on shelves in the supermarket. They would pick up the best one and cook it at home. 
When the dish was ready, they would either like it or not. The cabbage had already been used anyway. If they poisoned each other before the cabbage was cooked though, the feast would be destroyed. It would be unbearable for the host of the show!
In the resting area, the designer told his staff calmly, "We can’t let this go. Make an inquiry. There must be some clues around."
Then he waved at Qin Guan and patted him on the arm. "Are you angry? Can you finish the show?" 
"It's fine."
"So what are you waiting for? Go! Go! Go! Put on a good show!" 
Confused, Qin Guan was pushed towards the entrance. Fireworks exploded in the sky as a dreamy flare burned by the stage. Cabben models with a rare, wild style walked on the stage in a most unrestrained manner.
The model behind Qin Guan, who was from the Pickle Nation, was watching his light steps. Qin Guan attracted all the attention of the audience and the photographers.
His eyes twinkled as he unconsciously looked at the guest area of the entertainment circle, where his new Chinese friend Shao Xiaobing was sitting. 
He knew that after the show, his so-called friendship with Shao would be over. Shao’s plan had failed. The small trouble backstage, which usually succeeded, hadn't had any effect on Qin Guan.
Shao would be disappointed with himself and cease any communication with him.
Qin Guan dared not think about that problem. He refused to think about Shao Xiaobing sitting under the stage, staring calmly at him. Qin Guan turned around to return backstage. He looked as hot and bright as a burning torch on the T stage.
Shao glanced at the model behind Qin Guan with shining eyes before he looked down indifferently.
I shouldn’t have placed my hopes on the idiot from the Pickle Nation.
He left silently before the end of the show. No one noticed him, as their attention was on the performance.
If I get a chance, I’ll still suppress him. His position is almost the same as mine.
The models clustered around the chief designer of Cabben, whose appearance brought the audience to its feet in applause. The show ended, leaving all the staff and models changing clothes in noisy disorder. 
During the quiet after the show, there was a serious stalemate. Several models from the Pickle Nation and Qin Guan had stayed behind at the office of the designer. They were all looking at each other. 
The designer spoke first. "Tell me, why?"
Qin Guan was curious himself. I know I must have caused public outrage by passing too many auditions, but better models should make more money. It's reasonable. Those kind of tricks are disgusting. 
Qin Guan hadn’t thought that they would play such a dirty trick on a local model in a foreign country. They had overestimated their power though. At the beginning, Qin Guan had thought the trick had been a Plaster Flag Nation model’s job. There were too many similar plots in their comics on school bullies. A blade in a shoe sole was a classic prank. (Although he’d only read the comics, that was what real life was like in that country.) 


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Lin Juntao and the others tuned into the CCTV footage as soon as the athletes left to understand the reason behind the riot. The Tokyo Dome had a comprehensive security system, and except for blind spots for people, there was nothing that could be hidden from the cameras. 
After watching the monitors, everyone — including the organizers of the event — were stunned. 
For whatever reason, they didn't even pay attention to anything else aside from Meng Fan's monster-like performance. 
"Who is he?!" 
When Lin Juntao and the others had come in, they indeed saw Meng Fan throwing two guys within a short period of time. At first, Lin Juntao didn't pay much attention to Meng Fan; but really, how could he be so strong?
"He is from Huaxia, no doubt, but seems like he doesn't belong to any of the four Chinese teams."
"It's impossible for a contestant of this caliber to stay unrecognizable!"
"Tell me, how strong is he?"
"Very strong! Regardless that the level of participants is lower than his, he still can defeat more than forty people in such a short time, which is enough to prove his strength."
"Strength is strength, but there is a difference between melees and arena fights. But if he can decently perform in the ring, he would easily become famous!"
"...Ok, let's not talk about this man for now. Tell me how to deal with today's mess!"
Lin Juntao stopped chit-chatting and turned to them to discuss the formalities.
Martial arts laws prohibited such self-righteous battles.
Whether in ancient or modern times, the matter of private fights of martial artists have always been treated with great seriousness. Even if it happened in the martial arts hall this time and could be dubbed as training, the situation was still grave. None of these supervisors dared to deal with it in a perfunctory manner.
Those who started the fight must be severely punished.
Those who took advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble also need to be punished.
Those who participated in the fighting certainly cannot escape punishment.
Even those who were only watching and cheering should be disciplined.
Basically, few people were able to escape.
Moreover, it must be done fast. This kind of thing was impossible to hide. In no way would the organizers would want a third party to be dragged into this; that would be really troublesome.
They discussed and discussed, until finally they focused on Meng Fun.
What about this guy?
As someone who didn't belong to the martial artists society, he couldn't be punished by them.
And it would be even worse to leave it to the third party; the police, for example. Things would immediately go down badly.
Lin Juntao got a headache, rubbed his temples, and said: "The person in charge of the Japanese Martial Arts Museum should be here soon. You all go on, develop the specific punishment plan. I will go to the Japanese team to find Wu Ji."
...
And indeed, just as expected by Lin Juntao and the others, the chaos in the Tokyo Dome could not be concealed. Soon, there was a video of this riot online — and not only one. There were pictures captured by surveillance, and some taken by onlookers' mobile phones, all of quite good quality.
However it leaked, it didn't matter.
The conflicts in the ring were nothing new in the fighting world, not to mention this kind of conflicts happening during training sessions. Even though there were many ring fights between teams during the competition, the non-professional conflicts between athletes also occur. One can easily find a lot of exciting images and videos posted online.
Recently, there was one concerning a coach sitting in the audience in a suit, who got provoked, ascended to the arena, and KO-ed the opponent and his instructor — each of them with just one kick. It was really thrilling.
And a lot of these incidents were hyped, even dubbed as "what a story needs". At this point, it was undoubtedly the WWE who promoted the rotten and dodgy from-the-streets kind of fun. However, American wrestling did originate as a form of entertainment with its "scripted" fights and shows. And WWE actually means World Wrestling Entertainment.
——WWE, because of its performing nature, has really produced a lot of actors and actresses. The most famous one was Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, who has topped the global actor income rankings. In addition, WWE has also often invited celebrities to participate in shows, such as Schwarzenegger, Tyson, O'Neill, and many more, as well as many former presidents who have also spoken on the spot. What's even funnier, the current president had participated in the classic performance once when he had shaved the head of the WWE president. And he was also elected to the WWE Hall of Fame!
WWE's shows were brilliant but not real, and thus not as exciting as the online videos exposed today — in which one can see authentic provocation and beating.
About a hundred MMA fighters were fighting each other. This was a very attractive headline. And the content was even more exciting. Whether be it a surveillance video or a mobile phone video, the main character was always Meng Fan.
At the very beginning, he was a victim of a sneak attack, then he ran desperately to protect a "team member," and he went into a rampage, madly beating everyone and everywhere.
One catch, one hit, one throw, one kill. Wherever he went, there was no foe who could have stood a chance. The scene was really mesmerizing!
If all the falls and hits weren't so authentic, it could really be mistaken for a movie scene.
These videos first appeared on YouTube, and later were forwarded to Twitter by some people, and then spread more and more widely.
Slowly, articles about the MMA athletes' scuffle appeared also on some news websites.
Moreover, it quickly spread back to China. The reason for that was very simple, as the protagonists of these videos are Huaxia people. With the advent of the news, the causes and effects of the matter had also come to light. Meng Fan stood up to protect his extremely exhausted, brilliant "teammate."
In addition, the stories about punching Japanese and kicking Koreans have always been very well-received in China. As soon as it appeared in the country, it was immediately reposted and Meng Fan got recognized.
"Meng Fatty? Is it really my homie Meng Fatty?"
"Absolutely! Didn't he beat a South Korean in a martial arts hall last time? It seems that Iron God is going to go the fighter's way!"
"Is Boss Meng not a cartoonist? Yesterday, it was reported that he had won a million Huaxia coins for his comics. How did he get to Japan?"
"The Iron Giant is so hardcore!"
"Hahaha, Iron God did it again!"
"Shoot, can't you calm down for a while? There is a hot topic practically every day. How can you — a non-entertainer — make this idol-like site traffic?!"
"Those who say Iron God has an advantage in body shape and that's why he beat that Korean guy, better watch closely! Your old Iron God did beat Koreans again, and this time several at once, hahaha!"
"At least forty fell, and they are all MMA athletes! How strong must he be!"
"All taken down. Iron God is undoubtedly the strongest man on Earth!"
"Meng Fat said he had no choice: 'I also wanted to keep a low-profile, but my strength didn't allow that!'"
"..."
Chinese netizens have always been very good at digging and connecting dots, but it was interesting that no one has linked Meng Fan to the Singapore hijacking incident. It's hard to know whether it was caused by seemingly different circumstances of these two situations, or maybe some people see that there were clues only when everything was clear.
More interestingly, the identity of the "teammate" who was fiercely protected by Meng Fan was quickly discovered on the next day when Meng Fan was flying back to Huaxia. After all, as the top Chinese MMA athlete, he was very well-known. It was Wu Ji, the brother of Wu Tong, the "painting fairy" that became popular not long ago. Then a hashtag was created.
#ProtectBrotherInLaw!


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

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As I lay in my hospital bed, I begin to feel my body giving up. Years of fighting off the cancer has finally come to a stop. In a way, I welcome the end. I am tired of fighting it for so long. I know the financial burden I have caused for my parents is huge. I feel the coldness increase around me. I shiver from the sudden drop in temperature. I'm not sure if the temperature in the room changed or if my body temperature dropped. I feel the sudden overwhelming urge to sleep. As I close my eyes, I start to recall my life so far. I do not know why the sudden memories all decided to emerge. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism the brain makes to ease someone to their death. 
 
I was born in the US and my parents decided to name me Nickolas Jackson. I grew up in a normal household. My parents tried their best at bringing me up. When I was in middle school, I started to develop a cough that wouldn't go away. After two months passed, my parents decided to see a doctor. The doctors at the time said it was chronic bronchitis and sent me home with some antibiotics and an inhaler. It worked after a couple of weeks. When I entered high school, I was your typical introvert nerd. I loved to read comics and play video games. I got bullied a lot but nothing physical. It was mostly verbal harassment. It wasn't something I couldn't handle but it was annoying. I just dedicated my time to studying, playing video games, and reading comics. Around this time, I started to develop a small cough again but thought nothing of it. 
 
My mom found out that my dad cheated on her during my senior year in high school. That destroyed our family and they got divorced. Now I had to spend time with both in separate houses. I think that was the most annoying part. It felt like being pulled in separate directions all the time. When I finally graduated, I had the excuse that I was attending college in order to spend some time for myself. I decided to study the field of computers since I have spent so much time with them.
 
During this time, my cough got worse and I thought it was the chronic bronchitis again. I went to the hospital and they performed a lot of tests. That's when they discovered that I had lung cancer and it has progressed slowly. This event made my parents have a common goal to settle their differences, even though me being their son was not enough to do that. Going through different treatment plans that my parents decided for me, the doctors saw that I was getting better and concluded that it might be curable. I went back to studying college but all of it was online. I rarely went out and had to move into my mom's house. It was filled with air purifiers which gave the house an odd smell. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it doesn't work like that when fighting lung cancer, but I just let her have it.
 
I remember saving someone from a car that was running a red light one time during one of my rare grocery shopping trips. I think that was one of my proudest moments. The person I saved was very grateful and wanted to buy me some coffee. As I was antisocial and did not talk with people often, I flat out rejected and went on my way. Looking back that was stupid. I always kept to myself and just liked to observe and keep to my studies. It's partly why I took up gaming. Something about role playing another person in game just made me feel great. I guess it took my mind off things and the world around me. 
 
With the numerous amounts of chemicals in my body, I couldn't focus on my studies anymore. Leading me to where I am now. Dying alone. Cancer made a come back with full force. There was nothing the doctors could do except ease the pain. I kind of prefer it this way. Less faking emotions and having to deal with people. Being stuck in the hospital allowed me to spend more time reading comics and watching movies. I start to feel my energy escaping me as I finally close my eyes. The sound of the heart monitor starts to slow down and fade. After all the radiation tests and chemical injections, its finally over. I'm just tired of fighting. I had nothing keeping me here.
 
Darkness greets me when I try to open my eyes. Aren't I supposed to see light or maybe fire? Before I knew it was in a white space with a figure sitting in a chair and an empty chair in front it. I looked down and I found myself still wearing the hospital gown I had. My skin complexion returned to normal and I could feel my hair on my head. 
 
The figure points to the empty chair and I take that as my signal to take a seat. I figured this where I get judged to where I'm going or to what is going to happen to me. As I get close, I begin to see the figure more accurately. I could see that the person was a male, or at least I think it was. The person was completely white. It looked like a manikin that was all white. It didn't wear anything and was sitting lounged with fingers interlocked and elbows resting on its knees. I finally reached the chair and sat down. I looked at the figure and saw the creepiest smile ever. The wide smile with teeth exposed. I felt a chill run down my spine as I saw that. Was that even possible for a person to do?
 
"Fascinating" It said. Its voice was hoarse and deep. It sounded male.
 
"I wonder if I should try again" It said in a whisper with its head turned to the side. It turned its head to me, and I had a confused look on.
 
"Try what?" I asked hoping to figure out what was going on here.
 
"Welcome, you have died" It said. I realized that much for myself already, so it wasn't shocking. What was more shocking was that it had the wide smile again. It completely terrifies me now.
 
"Thanks?" I still wasn't sure what was happening, but I figured I'll find out soon.
 
"You're correct about that" It said with that creepy smile. I couldn't help but sigh inside my head. Of course, it can read minds. Why wouldn't it be able to.
 
"I am what your people refer to as "God", but you can just call me Sir for now." It took me a minute to process that information but I kind of concluded that was the case.
 
"What is going to happen now?" I asked, still unsure of what my fate is.
 
"Well…" Sir started off but stopped and looked off to the distance somewhere. Sir turned his gaze back to me with that smile again.
 
"I have just the thing for you" Sir spoke
 
"I'm sorry?" I was very confused with the situation. Am I being judged, am I going to hell, or am I going to heaven?
 
"Oh, none of those are for you, in fact those places don't exist. Its rather funny what your people come up with in my absence." Sir spoke again after reading my thoughts. It feels wrong having no protection against him when he probes through my head like that, but there's not much I can do.
 
"You're right about that" Sir said again as he laughed. Even his laugh is creepy. I decided to abandon thinking inside my head.
 
"So, what is going to happen to me?" I asked.
 
"You'll entertain me" Sir said. I thought it was not possible for that smile of his to get even creeper, but it did.
 
"What does that mean?" I asked confused. I'm going to be entertainment for God? 
 
"You see, usually when people die, they just get reincarnated and repeat the cycle, of course they have no memories of their past lives. But every now and then I get bored and decide to randomly pick a soul that has recently died and follow their life when they get reincarnated. I usually grant some requests from the person to make it more interesting for me. You get where I'm going with this right?" Sir finished after explaining that to me. 
 
"I do but I'm just going to be back on Earth? What year will I be born in?" I asked
 
"Oh no, you're not going to this Earth. You'll be going to Earth 200000. I've recently recreated it just for you." That smile again came. Earth 200000. As in the Marvel universe?
 
"Correct!" Sir exclaimed.
 
"So, I'm assuming you're not just dropping me there defenseless right? That'll be a quick end for me." I asked rather concerned. If I'm supposed to survive in a universe full of beings that could squish me with but a thought, I rather have some ability to at least survive.
 
"Correct, in fact I'll listen to your request. But keep in mind that I'm not just going to grant you all your requests otherwise it wouldn't be entertaining to watch. You have some time to think about your requests, I will just do some tweaking in that universe before I send you there to make it more fun." Sir finished speaking and turned his head to the side staring off to the distance.
 
I began to think about what I could request. He probably won't allow something too powerful. I was desperately trying to use what knowledge I knew about the comics and the movies to find a way to survive all the destruction that will happen. Maybe I could ask to be a mutant and have a power that would grow stronger. If possible, I'll ask for two mutations. I wonder if I could request to be placed in a specific time. I could have time to prepare for the coming battles and make allies with the heroes there. I could even change some outcomes too and prevent tragedies from happening. Although that would also change the timeline with the butterfly effect kicking in. In fact, my mere presence could be enough to change what I knew. I began thinking as fast as I could about what I could do. I wasn't keeping track of how much time past, but it was enough for Sir to finish whatever he was doing as I could see him turning his head towards me again.
 
"What are you requests?" Sir asked as I looked at him. I knew he could read my thoughts, so I just began to list all my requests. I knew some were not going to be granted but I figured I'll ask them. After I finished, he was silent and looked to the side again. I figured maybe he was seeing what he would grant.
 
"Decided to do something else after hearing your requests." He said as he turned his head back to me putting that smile again. I guess he was changing something again in that universe.
 
"I'll grant the following" He finally said after a long pause. I was anxious to hear what I would receive.
 
"You'll get your enhanced memory and accelerated thought processing. After hearing your request, I'll make you a mutant. You'll be the twin of James Howlett and have the same powers as him." He finished speaking.
 
"Can I exchange the bone claws for an improved regeneration power?" I asked hopefully. I would much rather not have claws sticking out of my hands and dealing with that pain all the time.
 
"Yes, I'll throw in that power you wanted as well. The ability for your blood to adjust to foreign blood introduced into your bloodstream and absorb the power contained in them. I've made it so that you'll need at least 4 liters of blood otherwise the powers you gain will only be temporary and weaken." Sir finished with returning to his creepy smile again.

"...Thank you" I said. I am beginning to get rather suspicious of him. It was something I knew he might not grant it since I could become a force to be reckoned with if I used that blood power the right way. Why would he grant me that power knowing that?
 
"I knew picking you was the right choice. You've handled all this quite nicely!" Sir said smiling. Pick me? I thought it was random. I was about to ask what he meant by that when he lifted his right hand and moved his fingers in the position to snap.
 
"Bye!" He said with the widest, creepiest smile I've seen so far. He snapped his fingers, and everything turned black.

Reincarnated in Earth 200000 universe to be some entertainment for God. I didn't think this would happen to me but I guess it's better than nothing. Let's see where this goes.

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