Not a real story but a hot and Sexy story and also not only having fun with step-mom but blood to blood brother. 
ALSO NOT FOR KIDS. UNDER 12 YEARS OLD SO PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IF YOUR JUSTS GOING TO REPORT IT SO I WARNED YOU

Bella was let out of the hospital in time for Sunday dinner. Father Joseph brought the three kids and Josh and Ben talked to them about the adoption.

Bobby was very excited to finally get a dad.

Kimmy was also glad, she asked, "who is daddy and who is mommy?"

Bobby said,"Silly we will have two daddys."

"Oh" Kimmy said.

Bella was sat down and not allowed to do anything. Even though she still was unhappy about what had happened. She came here with her husband but they had yet to talk about it.

"How's things going?" Ben asked.

"I don't know, I can't make myself forgive him. I really know it's not his fault but last time he could fight it because I was more important now, I wish I had not married him right now." Bella said.

Josh brought  Maggie over for Bella to hold. Bella sat playing with her. Zane watched with sad eyes.

That night as they got ready for bed Zane said, Bella, can we get past all of this?"

She hung her head, "I'm trying really it just hurts so much. It was our wedding day."

"I'm sorry. Tell me what to do to make it better?" He knelt in front of her.

"I don't know. I really don't know." She pulled away and laid down.

He changed and laid next to her. "I won't give up on us Bella. I can't do that."

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Lily was put in charge of Zane's case. The district attorney was willing to prosecute giving her 5 years in prison.

She had to get a lawyer so her grandmother went to her old friend Samuel Sanders. Old man Sanders assigned Oliver to the case.

He went to the jail to find out what this case was about.

"Miss Hillman, I am your attorney Oliver McLaughlin. I want to know in your own words what happened before I read the police reports and the district attorney's report." Oliver said.

"Well, my boss had me stay late working on a business deal that was falling apart. I ordered dinner and took it in for him then I went back to my desk to eat. Someone spiked both our meals. I could not think straight and not sure all the details but we ended up having sex. I did not know he was married and why would I jeopardize my job.  I just moved here to be closer to my grandmother. Then I was taken to the hospital and I don't remember doing it but they said I attacked a pregnant woman. Please can you help me." She begged.

"Sounds to me like someone maybe set you up. However if drugs were found in your system then we can use the defense of diminishing capacity and asked for time served. Who was this man?" Oliver asked.

"Zane Heart"

Oliver stopped writing. This was going to be a hard case. He excused him self to call old man Sanders.

"You need to send someone else here." he said.

"Oliver,  you are the best we have. She needs you." Samuel said.

"The person on the prosecutor's side is Zane Heart." Oliver said.

Samuel stop, he had been friends with the Hearts for years going all the way back to Zane grandfather. 

"Also, I am dating Zane's sister-in-law. Betty Beauté, Harry help her adopt two kids and is helping Ben Beauté adopt three. Zane is married to their sister who Miss Hillman attacked." Oliver paused.

Mr. Sanders then said, "Sorry Oliver but you are her lawyer. Do your best son. Everyone is entitled to a defence."

Oliver hung up and went back in. "Miss Hillman, I am going to be honest here. I have ties to the Heart and Beauté family. However Mr. Sanders has asked me to help you."

"Will you do your best to get me off?" She asked.

"If that is your choice then yes. I'll look over all of the case files and come see you tomorrow to go over everything." He said getting up.

He went to the main office and found Lily there. She gave him copies of police report,  forensic report, and a copy of the  surveillance camera.

He then went and got statement and doctors report from the DA office. Working through these she is guilty but he had a job to do.

When Lily got home that night she told Betty what was going on. Betty asked if Lily could watch the kids and she drove over to Oliver house.

"Oliver was just getting out of the shower when a book came flying at him. "Wow, what did I do to piss you off?"

"How about working for the woman who caused so much pain to my baby sister."

"Let me explain." He said.

"Go ahead I'm listening." She sat down on the bed.

"Old man Sanders is a friend to Miss Hillman grandmother and before he knew the other party was Zane Heart he had promised our office would defend her. I have no choice in the matter. I tried to get another lawyer but he said no." 

"Why does it have to be you?" she asked.

"Because I'm the best. I'm sorry." He pulled on shorts and a shirt and sat next to her. 

"I need to go. Please don't come over until this is all over. You are betraying my family and it breaks my heart." She started to walk out.

Oliver grabbed her arm. "Please, I love you but I need to do my job."

She pulled loose, "Just till it's all over then we will talk."

He watched as she walked out the door. Why did he have to defend the guilty.

Betty drove home in a daze. Trevor ran to her and asked for a story after dinner. She could not say to him and soon her mind was no longer on Oliver but her boys.

Lily finished making dinner with Bert's help. She like living in a family environment.

Bert came from behind and kissed the top of her head. "Everything smells great."

"Thanks, I hope it taste good." She said.

"Lily I'm glad you moved in. I love having you here everyday. Rose is also happier. She asked me today if she could call me dad." he said.

"What did you say?" Lily asked.

"I said I would have to talk to you. Lily in order for her to call me dad you would need to call me hubby. So will you?" He asked.

"I can't call you that. Are you crazy."

"Lily, I would treat you as a princess and always be there for you and Rose. Will you marry me and let me adopt Rose?" he asked.

Lily froze she did not know what to say.

There once was a powerful Prince who ruled the business world with no heart.

Everything he wanted he took.

One day a cleaning girl getting his home ready for a party caught his eye.

Could someone so simple thaw his hear and turn the beast into a man?

He quickly turned. He picked up a vase and threw it.

He stormed down stairs. "Who is in charge?" he roared.

Bella stood up, "I am sir, my name is Bella Beauté, what can I help you with?" She held out her hand.

He stared at it but could not take in, "It is improper to sit out in front of my home and have a picnic. There is a park down the road eat there."

"I do apologize sir. We will do that from now on. Is there anything else?" Bella tried to keep calm.

With out a word he stormed back into his home. There was still 40 minutes for lunch so they packed up their lunch and headed to the park.

From the window he watched the little girl drive away. 'Bella Beauté... Beauté is french for beauty and she was a beauty.'

[The book is also full of fairytales Bella loves to read]


"What are you doing, miss?" A little cute messy girl approaches the woman who was writing something in a piece of paper. 

"Uhm, writing?" she smiled.
"Whoa… This is how you write?" the little girl yelp in excitement since she was never taught how to write. Servants never had the chance to learn anyway.
"Do you want me to teach you?" she smiled.
"Ehm!"

Since she is not doing anything, she started to teach the little girl how to read and write. It was hard for her since the child doesn't know anything at all so she'll have to start at the beginning.

She taught her how to write her name and when the little girl was able to write some of it, she run to where her mom is and told her about the kind lady who was teaching her. The next hours, the little girl went back to where Diana was. but this time, she brought a few kids along with her.

Diana creased her brow. how can she teach these children with just a very limited pen and paper? She thought.

"Having a problem?" Daniel came to the problematic woman.
"You can say that." she looked at him dejectedly.
"Ha-ha! That's something you created, unfortunately I can't help you with that." the man chuckled.
"Young miss, please take this." Amon came to the young woman and handed her some old books and notebooks as well. "The people brought what they have and told me to give it to you. hope this can help you bring a little joy to these little kids." He smiled.

Education. It was everybody's dream. unfortunately, not everyone was privilege to have it. 
Therefore, Diana took it and started to teach the children how to write their own names. If she can only change how this country operates and gives people the access to education then it might change a lot of citizen's lives. 

Change. This country needs to see some changes! She thought.

She's been teaching the kids for quite some hours now and the people outside could hear happy chanting's as well. Aside from the kids, the mothers as well as the old people also joined their singing. They were so happy that it caught the villager's attention as well as the raiders.

Some people who were intrigued by the happy noises surrounded the gates and had been watching the poor people dance and sing. They were so happy that the villagers wanted to join too, however, the men guarding the gates stopped them from entering.

"What's the commotion outside all about?" The leader of the band asked one of his men posted outside as a guard. They were inside their tent and was having a meeting with the others regarding their next target.

"The noise came from the slaves camp." He reported. "They're singing and dancing, both young and old."
"Tsk!" he scoffed. "Let them rejoice for now because they won't be able to do it again." then he turned to his subjects and asked about the situation at the main town of the land.

"Looks like they heard about us so they have mustered all their men to prepare for battle. The other towns that we didn't captured yet were all afraid so they joined them as well."

"Damn it!" The leader hit the table and all his subjects jerked in fear. "How many men do we have now?"
"400 in total."
"Choose among the villagers including the slaves all the men who can still fight. Even the old men who can still hold a sword, trained them all."
"A-are you serious? Those old men might die along the way!"
"And who cares about them? they'll die soon anyway so why not die a worthy death instead?" 

The men lowered their head after listening to their heartless leader. Indeed, they were young men who has been against the royal bloods and the kingdom laws but this is not what they wanted. All they wanted is equality. To fight for their rights even if they were some outcasts in the country.

However, their main goals when they were yet starting slowly faded away. They've become more and more ruthless!

"And what are you still doing here?" the boss eyed them murderously so they all stood in unison and left the tent at once.

Meanwhile, Liam and the others went to the chief's house to gather information since according to Sarah, they were indeed together.

"Who are you?" Drake asked when the servants opened the gates for them.
"My name is Liam, this is Asher, Lemuel and Sarah. We are here to----"
"Liam? so you know Diana?"
"That's why we came here."
"Please come in. I'm sorry I don't know how to find you to inform you about her." his eyes glowered with sadness.
"Do you have any information who might have taken them?"
"No." he sighed. "Unfortunately, our men are still unconcious from their attack. However, I heard some news that a particular group have invaded some of the towns of Tubal. It was just a theory but that land is the nearest place where the raiders could keep all their captives."

Drake laid an old map in front of them and started pointing some possible towns where they might have kept the prisoners. 

"I heard some reports that the mainland town isn't captured yet and they were preparing for battle in case the raiders attacks them. The other towns near them were shaking in fear but they sent their men to help protect the land. There are at least four villages under the group. Unfortunately, they were all heavily guarded and we don't have any report as to what town did they use to hide the hostages."

"They're here." Sarah pointed a small town. They were all looking at her and Drake was about to oppose but Liam butt in.

"I'll try to sneak inside the town later tonight. As for you guys, go to the main town and give them all the help they need."
"I'll go with you---"
"No. I am going alone. You must go with them. I'll try to send a message as soon as I can."  he refused Asher's suggestion. Then he faces Drake once again.
"How many men do you have in total?"
"We have almost a hundred. But if we need more people then I could request a backup from my grandfather's friends."
"No it's okay. Sent 50 of your men to main town and the rest will lie in wait outside the walls of the Land. We will attack them side by side."
"Oh okay." Drake nodded in response before he left them to gather his men.

"But wait, I should be the one giving out instructions here since this is my place. How dare him tell me what to do?" Drake hissed in annoyance when he suddenly realizes how obedient he was to Liam. he was about to go back when he recalls how Diana talks about him.

Diana said he is good and is a leader of a group as well. hmmm, how good is he and how big is his group anyway? he thought. Well, this is not the time for such thoughts right now. what's important is to save the people and his grandfather as well. He also needs to prove his ability to his grandfather. Who knows he might appoint him as the next chief after this. he-he!






Yana is a simple lady yet feisty with a bubbly personality. A lady who grew up in a democratic country whose only dream in life is to see the world’s bright. She never thought that her hobby as a blogger would drag her into a country where royalties battle for one throne—the throne of Allen. Never in her wildest dream did she imagine to be trapped in that unknown kingdom.

Yet in pursuit of her dream, a life and death experience would lead her to meet a mysterious yet alluring man –Liam. The man who escaped the harsh life of slavery and grew up as one of the respected leader of an infamous group. Fate will cause these people with different worlds and with different race to collide. A collision that will trigger the dark secrets that had been buried for years. Ancient enigmas that will ignite the greatest havoc of all time.

EXCERPTS FROM THE HEART:

“We may be destined to find each other but we were never meant to be together. Our paths may have crossed but were never meant to walk the same road. This is our fate and we must accept it for our own sake. She had served her purpose in my journey to greatness, but I think it’s time to end this madness. If I have known that our journey together will end this way, I should have not allowed my heart to be swayed. Ah! should I keep her in my side and lose my birthright?” ~~~~ LIAM

“Destiny is sure cruel. He gives easily but takes back cruelly. I was taught to fight for what I want in life. but now, I don’t know if it is right. what must I do? should I stay or should I go? should I pursue my dreams in life or should I fight for my love?” ~~~ DIANA

“I love you, you love me; then why don’t we write our own story? It is risky, but what if, it’s worthy? We had endured so much trials together, walked the same path altogether. Can’t we surpassed this rock bottom as ever? Should we just give up all the journeys we had and allow our different worlds to destroy the building rocks that we had created? Is love enough to overcome the hurdles alongside us?"~~ DIANA and LIAM

"Mom. Mom. Mom!"
Violet's voice snapped Keeley out of her half asleep state. She was so tired. Her daughter looked at her expectantly and she realized she had probably been trying to talk to her.
"I'm sorry, Vi. Could you repeat that?" she asked in a weary voice. 
"I said I need a ride to Noah's house. He needs help on his science fair project," Violet replied impatiently. "What's with you? You've been such a space case lately."
Keeley couldn't deny it. She hadn't missed any major commitments and let her kids or friends down—thank goodness—but she was pretty out of it. Her mind was either back in the lab or on a tropical island somewhere.
She needed a vacation so badly but wasn't likely to get one until the current trial finished. Then she might be able to take a week off.
"Work is getting to me," Keeley confessed. "Don't worry about it though. I'm fine."
Violet scrutinized her. "You're not fine. You are clearly in desperate need of a vacation. When does your trial end?"
"The end of March."
"Perfect! We can go somewhere for spring break. If you plan this far ahead there's no way your boss could say no. You usually have a couple weeks between trials anyway to write the report for the FDA, right?"
Keeley sighed. Yes, but the entire two weeks was spent writing. She supposed her research assistants knew the material well enough to do most of it if she did take a week to get away. All she would have to do is triple check everything when she got back.
She had become nearly as severe of a workaholic as Aaron had been in their first life. She needed to take time off for the sake of her sanity and to focus on her family for a while.
"Sure, Vi. I'll ask Doctor Butler," Keeley promised. 
Her daughter smiled and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. "Great! Now take me to Noah's please."
Leaving the other kids in the care of their older brother, Keeley went down to the basement and started up the car. This would be so much easier once Violet and Kaleb could drive. They were only a little over a year away now!
Aaron could obviously afford to get them each their own car. Violet could drive herself to ballet or the Singletons' place whenever she wanted. Kaleb could take himself to all of his sports practices. They might even be persuaded to help chauffeur their siblings.
Would it be easier to hire another driver? Probably. But after Henry died driving the car Keeley was in she felt like she couldn't risk anybody else's life. Aaron hadn't been able to persuade her otherwise.
When she dropped her daughter off, she briefly stopped in to say hi to Jennica. They caught up for a few minutes (they had barely seen each other two days ago) and Jennica offered to have Violet stay for dinner.
She or Cameron could drop her off afterwards in exchange for the help she was giving Noah on his project. Both of them were hopeless when it came to science, which was why he had conscripted his best friend.
Like her mother, Violet had a natural aptitude for science. The difference was that she didn't enjoy it. Her science grades were always at the top of the class though.
Keeley left Noah's project in her daughter's capable hands and went home to lie down. Aaron should be home soon; he could handle the kids for a little bit while she ordered some takeout. She definitely did not have enough energy to cook tonight.
===
"I've done enough science fair projects in my day that I've compiled a list of ideas for you," Violet said as she pulled a neatly folded piece of paper out of her back pocket.
She handed it to her best friend who read it eagerly. As he did, she sat cross-legged on his bed and sighed. Her mom's blatant exhaustion was contagious. Now she was tired too.
It must be hard balancing a career and a family. Her mom never missed a single event or skipped out on driving her kids to their activities even if she was a bit spacey lately. It had definitely taken a toll on her.
To be perfectly honest, it was part of why Violet had chosen to be a ballerina. Of course she loved to dance—it was her favorite thing to do—but something about the timeline appealed to her. Dancers typically retired before the age of 35.
Violet could dance to her heart's content for a while and then get married and focus on being a mom. Once her kids were older, she could be a dance teacher or something. Provided she was even able to find a husband.
At age fourteen, she had never been asked on a date. Tons of other eighth graders she knew had boyfriends or girlfriends. So why did no one want her? She had specifically worked on not keeping to herself so much!
She was at an age where she wondered what it was like to love and be loved. It was hard not to considering how lovey dovey her parents were all the time. Was it so bad to imagine having something like that for herself?
The romance novels she had been into recently didn't help matters. Despite her cold exterior, Violet was actually quite sensitive.
She squealed to herself reading about all of the cute things in her novels when no one else was around. How romantic would it be if a handsome guy did those sorts of things with her? Ah, she couldn't wait for the day she had her epic love story.
Speaking any of those thoughts aloud was impossible though. Her brothers would never let her hear the end of it. Violet would talk to her mom about it if she wasn't so obviously worn out; she didn't need anything else to worry about right now.
"What about the teeth stains one? That seems easy enough to do," Noah said, jolting Violet out of her thoughts.
"Oh sure. Just make sure you have a hypothesis beforehand. Like which liquids would stain teeth the most ranked down from there," she said absentmindedly.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you alright? You were totally zoned out there for a minute."
"Yeah, I was just thinking about something."
She certainly couldn't tell Noah her worries about romance. He was a boy. He wouldn't get it.
At least he probably wouldn't tease her like Kaleb did. Nobody teased more than her twin. Noah typically defended her when he did it within earshot and her brother always called him a spoilsport or a suck up or lame. Violet didn't think sticking up for someone made them lame. She always let her friend know she appreciated it somehow.
"What could you be thinking about that made you look like that?" he persisted.
Violet hid her embarrassment by being brusque. "Do you want my help on this project or not? Focus, Noah!"
"Right, sorry."


Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.


"It's awake! My hamster is awake!" Little Celery exclaimed excitedly.
"Mine's too!"
"Mine moved a little!"
The other hamsters slowly woke up from their hibernation, squirming in the kids' palms, opening their blurry eyes to once again see the world.
Zhang Zian removed all the litter sand from the cages, so now they were filled with wood shavings. He told everyone to place the revived hamsters inside the cage so that he could cover them up with wood shavings.
Everyone's heart ached for the hamsters that just escaped death, they all wanted to hold them a little longer, but Zhang Zian reminded them, "If your palms are sweaty, it's best not to hold them for too long, or else it might make their body temperature go back down."
As the kids were nervous, their palms were all sweaty. As soon as they heard what Zhang Zian said, they quickly placed the hamsters into cage. The hamsters instinctively dug a hole and covered themselves in the wood shavings.
They continued the process, saving hamsters one by one. Near the end, they started a competition of who could save the most hamsters. Watching all the little hamsters come back to life, they all felt happy and proud.
However, there was a sole hamster that remained in temporary hibernation, it was the Djungarian hamster that was in the birdcage. Everyone took turns rubbing their palms together before holding it, desperately puffing hot air on it, but it didn't even flinch, like it was really dead.
"Let me show you!" Wang Yaning pushed the others to the side, and grabbed the hamster confidently.
She had saved the most hamsters, she began to think that her body temperature was higher than the others. However, no matter how long she held the hamster, it didn't move.
"What's going on? This hamster can't really be dead, right?" she asked.
"Store Manager, why is the hamster not waking up?" Little Celery's began to panic.
"That's because the hamster was frozen the most." Zhang Zian pointed at the birdcage that was well ventilated, barely even blocking the cold air.
A hamster's ability to adjust its body temperature was very bad because their environment was supposed to be warm in the winter and cool in the summer. In the summer, their living space must be well ventilated and sheltered from direct sunlight, while in the winter, their living space must be sheltered from the cold air. The birdcage did nothing to block cold air, it'd be a nice living area for summer.
"Now, what do we do?" Little Celery pulled on her little pigtails. "We don't have anything else, our teacher didn't want us to spend money."
"There's no need to spend money, the solution is actually very simple." Zhang Zian took an empty cardboard box from a corner and covered the birdcage. "As long as you poke a few holes in the box to let air in, you can put in on at night and remove it in the morning. It'll shelter the hamster from the cold, although just raising it in the box would be better. We need to try everything. Do you have a thick towel here?" Zhang Zian asked.
The kids took out their own towels and offered them to Zian.
Zhang Zian got a cup and filled it to the brim with hot water. He covered the top of the cup with a few layers of the towel before placing the unresponsive hamster on the towel, wrapping it tightly.
A hamster's normal body temperature is higher than that of a human. If a human's body temperature couldn't bring it out of its hibernation, then maybe hot water could. When such measures are taken, much care is required. If the temperature wasn't controlled or if there wasn't a towel, the hamsters would easily be injured. However, like Zhang Zian said earlier, they had to try everything.
Zhang Zian couldn't just wait, so he called the two boys to assist him in carrying the shelf to the west window, where there was better sunlight.
There was only one air conditioner in the room, which was quite limited in maintaining the temperature. Zhang Zian heard the kids say that the air conditioner will switch off at night in response to the school's effort in saving electricity. It was no wonder the hamsters went into temporary hibernation last night.
There was nothing Zhang Zian could do about the air conditioner, but the kids could ask the school not to turn off the air conditioner at night. Saving electricity was, of course, a good thing, but it depended on the situation.
Wang Yaning recorded everything into her notebook, so it'd be best if she was the one who contacted the school.
"It moved!"
"Look! It's awake!"
Little Celery and the other girl screamed together, clapping their hands in joy.
The Djungarian hamster that was wrapped in the towel opened its eye. It moved its small head to look around and stuck its nose out to sniff the air. It tried to squirm out of the towel, but Little Celery quickly caught it before its soft paws came into direct contact with the metal lid, stopping it from getting burned.
"That's great! It finally woke up!"
The two boys were also elated. Their four little heads squeezed together to observe the Djungarian hamster. Wang Yaning also wanted to take a closer look, but since she was class president, she suppressed her urge.
"Next time, just be more careful when it comes to the temperature." Zhang Zian let out a sigh of relief. If the hamster lost its life because of their negligence, they'd feel guilty for a long time.
Zhang Zian called the kids over, so that they could see the newly changed wood shavings and litter sand. "Do you guys know what that is?" Zhang Zian pointed at a few soft-looking orange drops.
Little Celery raised her hand. "I know! It's the hamster's poop!"
"That's right." Zhang Zian gave her a look of encouragement. "You know Ling, the hamster in my store? What color is her poop and what's it like?"
Little Celery tried to remember, but her observation skills weren't really that good.
Wang Yaning frowned and said, "I think it was black. They're like small drops."
Yaning had accompanied Little Celery to Zhang Zian's pet store before, but he never expected her memory to be so good. It was no wonder she was a straight-A student.
Zhang Zian nodded. "A hamster's normal poop looks like tiny black drops, but this..." He pointed at the soft orange poop in the litter sand. "The soft poop is a sign that you have to be cautious, if it isn't handled well, it might get diarrhea."
The kids looked at each other.
"What do we do?"
"Does it need an injection?"
"How about medicines?"
All of them started to ask questions, not willing to lose the hamsters they just saved again. All their faces paled at the mention of injections and medicine.
"There's no need for injections or medications. It's winter, so all of you have apples at home, right? We can make some homemade dried apple rings, it's good for treating hamsters with diarrhea," Zhang Zian explained. "Although, it's more convenient to get them online, your teacher told you guys to refrain from spending money. It's not that hard to make them at home."
Zhang Zian told them how to make the dried apple rings.
The method on making dried apple rings was actually very simple. All you had to do was peel the skin, remove the core, and slice them into thin pieces before boiling it in hot water. After you take them out the water, place them on a tray and microwave it for two to three minutes. Make sure to flip them over and do the same for the other side before drying them. If they have a food dehydrator at home, then it'd be much easier.
Zhang Zian reminded them, "Although dried apple rings will help, they can't eat too much of it, if they do, they'll suffer from constipation.
Thank goodness he came over with Little Celery. Even though the hamsters survived temporary hibernation, they'd probably die from diarrhea and dehydration.
While the other kids were listening and asking questions, Wang Yaning was writing everything down in her notebook. She had learned a lot today, and she wanted to show that in their report. At first, she worried that there was nothing much to write about. Now, she knew that taking care of a hamster required a lot of knowledge, it'll be worth taking the time at home to absorb everything she learned today.
After the kids listened to what Zhang Zian said, they knew that raising a hamster wasn't as easy as they thought. In other words, life was fragile and needed to be taken care of and appreciated. Saving a life made them happy, but watching a life slowly slip through their fingers was painful. They learned the value of life way before other kids their age.
Zhang Zian was pleased as he looked at them. He had always believed that kids who loved animals never had violent tendencies. Now, he knew he was right.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Feng Bujue opened his eyes to be greeted by the weak, soft light from inside of the gaming hub. Since he did not sleep the day before and the erratic sleep pattern that followed, his biological clock of sleeping from 4 am to noon that he had built over time was thrown for a loop.
At 2:30 am, he disconnected from the psychological connection and stepped out of the hub because he was struck by a sudden writing inspiration. Opening the door, he took the first step and felt a ball of something gooey and soft under his feet…
At the time, the room was very dark, and he was only wearing his socks. In the short moment, he already came to the correct deduction.
"If this is not cat poop…" He lowered his head. "What else could it be‽"
Twenty minutes later, he wiped the floor clean, washed the socks, and sat on the computer table, staring at Arthas, who looked at him like he had done nothing wrong. These days, personal privacy was a common thing; therefore, the building had a good sound proof system, or else Feng Bujue's screaming, operating the washing machine, and mopping the ground would have sent his neighbors knocking on his door.
Arthas' eyes released a green light in the dark, and looking at it for too long would be rather scary. Feng Bujue stared at the cat for a while before sighing. "I'll deal with you tomorrow."
He chased the cat off the table and opened the computer to start writing. He had not even started the draft for that month's Hapless Detective and his Cat, so since he had some inspiration, he might as well make use of it and start writing. The issue with the Anomaly made Feng Bujue feel conflicted. "If the mere existence of a lifeform is a mistake, then what would the meaning of its existence be?"
This question circled around the man's heart.
When he failed to grasp the answer, he would write about it inside his work—not because he was hoping to get the answer from the readers because he knew some things were unanswerable—he was merely sharing the conundrum with others. To put it simply, when he was caught up in an unsolvable problem, he would turn that problem that affected one person into one that affected many people. In the end, everyone would be dragged into the same position as him. In other words, it was the highest state of harming others without bringing benefit to oneself.
Of course, Feng Bujue could not write about his actual experience from the game in his story, so he had to set up a different plot to tell the Anomaly's story from another perspective, adopting it into an arc within the Hapless Detective and his Cat.
Time flew as he focused on one thing. When he drew away from the story, he realized that the sun was already up, and the draft that he needed for this month was forming. Feng Bujue naturally could not have finished the whole draft within those five to six hours; he was merely constructing the frame. Even so, that was often the most demanding step. After completing this step, the rest was relatively easy. Filling in the content, editing, and then proof-reading! The editor would handle the quality control, but normally, Feng Bujue's draft did not need any checking. He was one who valued his writing quality.
It was a Sunday, and the weather was nice. To Feng Bujue's knowledge, Wang Tanzhi would volunteer at the kindergarten every Sunday, or to use Feng Bujue's own words, it was to 'spend more time with people his own age'.
Feng Bujue did not feel the same fire for voluntary work. Compared to a stand-up youth like Xiao Tan, if he really got involved in things like that… it was more likely for him to scare or be a bad example to the kids.
Speaking of Feng Bujue, the police station in his neighborhood knew his name well. Brother Jue was considered a legendary character there. For cases like a missing body at the hospital, the dog of a family giving birth to a cat, a child suddenly gaining the ability to smash a lightbulb using telekinesis, crop circles, or meteor pieces… As long as someone came to file a report about something supernatural, it was the right thing to find Feng Bujue. Usually, either he was responsible for it, it was related to him, or at the very least, he would be able to help them solve it.
Feng Bujue thought that this was not that bad. For someone like him who did not like to beg others for help but was willing to give others help, instead of saying that he was helping others, it was more like he enjoyed the feeling of 'being needed'. To put it simply, he liked to have others come beg him, and this psychological thought had nothing to do with a sense of social justice—it was mainly his interest.
In any case, this Sunday was going to be a free day for Feng Bujue again. He only had gotten two hours sleep the previous night, and it was a dream-like sleep that was spent in-game. Then he continued to write until dawn. By then, he was quite sleepy. He yawned and crawled back to bed.
When he woke up, it was already noon. This time, Feng Bujue glanced to see if there were newly buried 'mines' from Arthas beside his bed. Thankfully, there were none, but he quickly ran into another when he walked into the living room.
As one who had once had a cat, he had the solution. First, he dragged Arthas to its creation and used both of his hands to hold the cat's face to the feces. Then, before its eyes, he used a paper napkin to pick up the thing and placed it inside the litter box. He led Arthas to the litter box and patted its head to make sure it could recognize the location.
Feng Bujue had tried to use this method when he was small to train his pet to use the human toilet, but it had ended with a failure. Reality proved that the flushing toilet was not designed with a cat in mind. If they were not careful, they would slip, and well…
After cleaning up the mess, he went to cook noodles for himself. He did not have much change left after buying breakfast yesterday, and Feng Bujue was literally penniless. Thankfully, he had Master Bao and Xiao Tan to treat him to two meals earlier to fill his stomach nicely. For the next nine days, until the next month when he could get his book royalties, those chances would not show up again, so he had to follow his meal rations closely and satisfy himself with soup noodles daily.
"Meow…" Arthas looked at Feng Bujue, who was cooking. It seemed to think that he was making something good and wanted a part of it.
Feng Bujue lowered his head to look at it. "Your cat food is far more delicious than this."
Arthas seemed to understand him. It turned and jumped up the sofa to continue sleeping.
Ten minutes later, Feng Bujue carried his noodles to the computer and turned on the monitor. He logged into the forum for Thriller Paradise. Since who knew when, he had adopted the habit of watching or chatting when he ate, or else it would feel like he was wasting his life.
He just slurped down the first bunch of noodles when his eyes landed on the screen, and the first sentence at the top of forum almost made him cough the noodles out.
"As the number of players who have reached the maximum level during Closed Beta has passed ten percent of the total number of players, the server is now closed. We will perform the full upgrade in the next forty-eight hours and reveal the official Open Beta. Thank you."
 


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


When Victor finally reached King's Campus, the sun was already up and the school was already bustling. Victor walked through the entrance beneath a banner that read 'King's Campus Open House. All Are Welcome!'. Victor finally got a lucky break. Today was the open house of the local school, and the Finder informed him one of his grandchildren studied here.   
Like lower campus everywhere, King's Campus took in children in the primary and secondary school age group. Not only do they teach all the relevant courses of education, the school also train the children in their talents. These are magic, science, martial arts, and of course superpowers. 
Victor have mixed feelings about being here. Being in a school again brought back memories, and not all of them were good. All round him, kids were running around, and in many ways, this was where it started for him. The cruel reality of the superhero world was that powers equaled status. Having a superpower, no matter how weak, was a dream everyone possessed. However less than five percent of the world's population were born with a power. They were the lucky few. They were the 'Heroes'.
For the remaining ninety-five percentage of the world's population, they were the mucks of the world. Forever second-class citizens of a world where only some selected men could fly into space and shoot lasers out of their eyes. For some of these people, it was unacceptable. They also wanted to step into the world of the powers, and they did what they could to enter the world. They trained their bodies and minds in anything that could give them an edge over ordinary men and women. This had been the way for centuries and a few succeeded. They were so exceptional in martial arts, magic, or technology that the people and governments had no choice but to give them the title of 'Heroes'. 
Most failed, and Victor was one of these failures. In his youth, he wanted to be a hero. Born without a superpower, he did what everyone else did. He trained. He wasn't very smart; he had no talent for magic; but he was big, strong, and tough. In school, he enrolled into one of the numerous martial arts clubs and devoted his life to the fighting arts. It was not enough. 
There was always someone better. Someone stronger, faster, or more technically sound than him. Every year he applied himself but when he graduated from lower campus, none of the hero academies invited him to enroll as a student. The writing was on the wall. Victor was never going to be a hero. Even though there was no route to his dream, years of practice had given Victor skills. With these skills, he became a villain. 
Victor walked through the main administration building and saw the inside of the campus. The campus was spilt in two with the primary and secondary schools on different sides of the campus. According to the report the Finder got him, his grandchild was only eight years old, so Victor headed towards the primary school building. It was a big light-blue five storey building with its own basketball court, and football field. The primary school also had its own carpark. A carpark that had been converted into a staging area for the open house. 
As he approached, Victor could see that the children had already prepared for the open house. Stands had been built, and the children were manning them. More than a few adults were around acting as chaperones and Victor didn't stand out that much. Tattoos didn't mean much in a world where a man with light blue skin was considered the greatest hero alive. It didn't take long for Victor to notice how the stands were divided.  
Schools operated open houses in a bid to bond with the local communities and as such, the schools always try to showcase their best upfront. The best meant those students with superpowers. 
Stalls operated by clubs with super-powered members took prominence with them being front and center. Stalls operated by students with science and magical gifts were at the sides and the martial arts stalls were at the far end. Victor took care to look at all the students while walking around. With so many children around, he could miss his grandchild and that's the last thing he wanted. It turned out to be a needless worry. One of the kids Victor saw was surrounded by a glowing red outline, and a message visible only to Victor appeared. 

Task Complete. Please return to the formation for the reward. 
Name: Zachary Woo Liu Yang
Relation: Grandson
Occupation: Student 
Power: Magic (Low)
Attribute: None
Recommendation: Zachary's ability in the magical arts is low and he has no talent in cultivation or science. However, he currently has a strong interest in the study of runecraft. It is the System's advice that the best route for this descendant is to study the magical art of 'Enchantment'. 

Zachary Woo! That was his name. The task was complete, and Victor knew he should just turn back. He has a death sentence hanging over him and he should just leave and clear the task. He also needed to ask Reunion about this recommendation that popped up. She didn't say anything about that. He could always come back and see the kid later…if ever! The kid most probably didn't know Victor was his grandfather. Heck, his mother might not know who he was! It wasn't not out of the question. Victor should just leave. He knew all that and began walking towards his grandchild anyway.

Sweet Fist was a joke. He has no superpowers. He was merely a guy with some martial arts who dress up in a costume with a candy theme. He said stupid things like 'Sweet Dreams' and 'Choco Punch' when fighting and was an embrassment to the supervillain community. He has just been released after spending twenty years in prison. 
Now he got a System, and the System informed the villain that he had many kids and even some grandchildren. The System want the villain to reunite with his family. Failure means death. Only one problem; Sweet Fist never knew he had kids. How was a bad guy supposed to reunite with a family he never knew existed?

Author's notes first then Chapter.

So its been awhile. Been dealing with alot of real life stuff but things have mainly calmed down. I wasn't quite ready to start releaseing chapters again but i wanted to give an update and i hate just doing a 'fake' chapter that appears on people's updated list. 

Here's where i'm currently at with regards to writing. I'm putting Bleached Multiverse on the shelf for a bit. I realized a massive issue with it overall, i don't really have a direction for it. I never really had an ending it mind so i've just been muddling around it for a bit. I've written quite a few chapters and deleted a few chapters. Its been a cycle that made me realize i don't know what i want to do with it so i figured i wouldn't stress over it and focus on this story that i actually planned out for the most part. I've already gotten some idea for Bleached Multiverse just from writing for this story that i've made notes of. 

Where i'm at with this story and what my schedule is going to be. First off i have been writing for this story quite a bit and i have alot saved up for massive releases....later on. I don't think i made that clear last time. I have chapters stored up but they're all over the place with regards to future arcs. Like quite a few of them are after Arthur and Medusa are back together. Since i havn't had a schedule i have just been writing for fun whenever something pops up in my head even if i don't plan on using it. I have a few chapters that start an arc i never plan on using but i just randomly had the idea, i thought maybe i would release them later on as 'side stories' or omakes. So this leads into my new schedule, i don't want to burn myself out so i'm going to put the minimum at 1 chapters every couple days. I may do more but i'm shooting for that being the minimum. 

Anyways, i'll be checking the comments if anyone has any questions or remarks.

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Alex was sitting in his apartment, he was meditating. It was something he started to do after his initial incident over a week ago. 

It was a surprisingly effective 'technique'. Just trying his best to clear his mind and focus on the events that had transpired. 

He was currently replaying the events that had happened earlier. Truthfully, he didn't feel mentally unstable or anything in that regard, but having two distinct 'people' almost merge together was apparently having more of a burden on him than initially thought. He wanted to make sure his decisions were not made for the wrong reasons.

After a couple hours of mulling it over he came to the conclusion he was thinking logically and that it was the correct decision when he only had a few moments to consider. After using that weapon once, his desire to use it again plummeted. It was a difficult sensation to describe, it was equal parts exhilarating and frightening. That amount of power he could wield with a swing of the weapon.... he now understood much better why there were seals on his own blade. 

He also had a better understanding on how reality marbles were so close to true magic. The creature had been using what could be described as the very, very, basics of true magic while inside.  He was reversing 'time' to restore himself and possibly touching upon the denial of nothingness to create things within. Though Alex wasn't anywhere near a Magicians's level so he couldn't truly say this was correct for certain. It frankly could have just been a very good illusion and Alex got played the fool, but he made his decisions without regret and he would deal with the consequences. 

He finally moved onto the creature. He was sure it was destroyed, but he didn't know if it was the 'same' one from before or a different one altogether. It was able to use the corpse of the alchemist and warp it enough to fully put out a genuine reality marble. Did that creature want to fully take over the corpse and posses it indefinitely or was it just using it as a weapon against him or the ones he was protecting? There were so many questions that he just didn't have the information to answer. 
His thoughts finally drifted towards the future. He was considering what the fallout would be especially after his little 'run in' with the Roman Catholic Knight's the group met when they left the school.

The Catholic church had sent in their own order of knights and after a few of their number fell inside the facility, they opted for a more....indirect approach.
The knights were about to bombard the entire building and kill everyone within just to get to the Alchemist.

Alex did not take this well.

He did not kill any of them, but he made it abundantly clear among the bodies that were laying on the ground, that such a course of action was unacceptable to one who called themselves a knight. They would not be doing any field work for several months after that encounter. 

The various organizations around the world were just now learning of the events that had transpired. Aureolus was a renown magician so his involvement raised quite a few eyebrows, but the main concern was the man who dealt with such a powerful magician. 

They only had a name and his residence in Academy city. Alexander Penn, level 2 esper, known ability: Wind Blade.

It was obvious from the reports given that this was fake, he was using magic as clear as day from the reports. 

Stiyl's report that he had delivered to the Church of England was also making its rounds. Alex had pretty much given the go ahead to report what ever he wanted so he did. The first concern that various organizations were having, the mythological weapons that he had displayed. 

Many organizations were about to start making claims to them until the second part of the report was read. 

The man had defeated a saint. A self-proclaimed human had caused a Saint to admit defeat. They only cross blades for an instant, but the saint in question had judged that to be enough to not continue the battle.

It was a ridiculous notion, but almost everyone who had the report understood the pride that most Saints held. They would not admit defeat so easily, the chances of Kaori actually being on the losing end was high. 

There were also reports on what happened to the corpse of the Alchemist, it became almost possessed by some kind of entity, which followed up the crutch of the meetings around the world. The final weapon shown by the mysterious man.

The weapon had ruptured the earth and destroyed space. It was a weapon of the highest caliber and it was completely unknown, and in the hands of someone unknown. Countermeasures were trying to be drawn, but most people were coming up with blanks. Various organizations were preparing to send people to monitor or gather information on this mysterious man. But they very well couldn't march into Academy city and demand answers less they wanted a war on their hands with the science part of the world. And that wasn't even taking into account he individual's own power. 
Overall, the hands of most organizations were tied, be it politically or manpower-wise. They could really only delve into their own archives or try to gather information subtly at the moment. The individual hadn't made any aggressive move against the world and even helped solve a crisis, for the most part they would adopt a wait and see approach.

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A few days had gone by, Alex tried to stay clear of the duo for a bit and let them settle down. Even without displaying that weapon, it had been hard on them both. Death is a hard thing to be around for those who had been sheltered like they had, in the modern world you would be unlucky to ever even see a corpse, let alone multiple people killed in front of you. 

Alex was making a bit of progress in his own magecraft in the meantime. He was to the point where he was able to some-what test the limits of his circuits. It was basically muddling through since he didn't have a teacher and only knew a bit of second hand information. He dared not try to draw form his Dragon's Core intentionally like he was his circuits. It was much too powerful for the current beginner magus. If his circuits were batteries, his core would be a nuclear reactor. He had absolutely no idea how it would react if he actively tried to draw mana from the atmosphere with it. He may completely overload his body and explode or get mana poisoning if he tried. Hell, he wasn't even confidant to reinforce himself using his circuits yet. He had relied on its passive effect of pumping prana throughout his body his entire life, thinking that was enough previously. 

Though there was the exception with his mana burst ability. It was one of the few things he 'learned' from merlin. Basically, she kept tossing him into life or death situations until he would instinctually use his Dragon's core without killing himself. He honestly didn't even know how he did it to be able to mimic its effect to use on other things. At the very least Merlin did warn him about using it after he 'mastered' mana burst. Something about a painful death from exploding with too much mana. 
His current thoughts were to wait until he mastered his circuit's use first and when his parameters were much higher to not risk a painful death.

He also couldn't afford the next in the 'series' of Magecraft books from the shop. He was working towards his next status upgrade at 50,000 points. 

There was so much to do and he was getting a bit of anxiety.

He had to get stronger, but he couldn't rush it. He had to complete his missions so he could see her again, but they would take time. He missed the days where he could just point his sword and charge through all obstacles. 

"Wonder how Percy is doing…." Alex said quietly.

Those shitty gods were bound to do something stupid and make his nephew put his life in danger for their sake. He was sure going to have words with them once he gets back and possibly train the boy a bit. Giving him a few items for defense wouldn't hurt either. 

He thought about what to give the boy when he saw him again and remembered he still needed to shift through the vault and start making a note of what it contained. His mind was rather messy at the moment, so it would be something easy to work on. 

As he was shifting through the vault he found some interesting items, a giant ballista that he remembered was the 'true nine-lives', he found a hot spring...a literal hot spring noble phantasm. He was dumbfounded for a moment before he actually realized how convenient that actually was. After that he found another large item he recognized, Vimana. That 'aircraft' that Gilgamesh was fond of using. The one made of gold and gems with a golden throne on it. As gaudy as it was, it was very useful. Finally he found something that made him do a double take. Merodach, the precursor to all noble phantasms that have the identity of 'Selection' or something along those lines. It was similar to Caliburn. 

Oh how he missed that blade. He was similar to Artoria in that regard...he truly loved Caliburn possibly more so than Excalibur even if the latter was much stronger. It was through his own faults that it shattered and was lost forever. 

His mind began to wonder again, thinking about those old days from pulling the sword out of the stone up until his first death.

"Mordred...." He said quietly.

His Daughter. She was similar to Artoria's Mordred, it was a bit shocking how similar their aspects were even with the difference in gender. 

He had thought of her briefly since his 'return' but…..he had not really given it any deep thought. He had been a horrible father. Regardless of her origin, she was his daughter and he failed to recognize that. He pushed the sin's of her mother onto her.

Looking back on everything, he couldn't completely blame her for her actions. He tried to rationalize it to himself, saying he was different then….but it didn't matter. He was the cause of it, he never recognized her and pushed her away. She lashed out when all she wanted was a chance to prove herself. She didn't care if she failed, she just wanted to try. And he never even gave her that chance. 
He knew she was in the throne of heroes. But he was scared. He didn't know if he should summon her later on. Did he even deserve a chance to try and be her father again? Did she even want to come back? 

He decided to push the thoughts down for the moment. Goals were good, but he had too much on his plate at the moment. First thing first, he would focus on his mission that was coming up and try to get stronger. Then he would bring Medusa along with him. He could always ask her advice on the matter. 

He was broken from his thoughts as he heard a knock on his door.

It was the duo from across the hall.

"Well, come in." Alex said as he opened the door wide.

They both had an awkward expression on their faces.

Alex set out some tea for the duo as he sat down at the table with them.

"Still a bit shaken?" Alex asked.

The two both nodded their heads absentmindedly. 

"The girl...the one with the deepblood ability…..the church took her in." Index said quietly.

"That's good." Alex responded. 

There was a brief moment of silence before Touma spoke up.

"How do you deal with it?" He asked.

"The fighting.....the killing?" He spoke again.

Alex looked at both him and Index for a moment, it was easy to forget they were just kids sometimes. 

"You focus on something important, something that was worth fighting and killing to protect." Alex replied. It was a simple concept yet hard to understand at the same time. They had not been exposed to this part of the world until recently so they were still trying to rationalize everything and hold onto what made sense previously, it was a turning point, adapt or die. 

He must have struck a cord thankfully as their expression alleviated a bit after some thinking. Their expression quickly turned away from the depression they once held. 

Its not like he imparted some sage wisdom, but sometimes you just needed someone to give you a push in the right direction.

"Well since you both are here, why don't I make something to eat?" Alex said.

The duo both had a grin appear on their faces as they realized they hadn't had any food in a while.

In his first life, he died dreaming of a normal life. In his second life, he felt something missing. In his third life..... 

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A version of Proto Arthur from the fate series travels to different worlds.

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Jane calmed down after a few seconds of what was nearly racism.

"Right, sorry" said Jane

"No need to apologize" I retorted

"I'm pretty sure she does" mumbled Peter "So, what's your name?" he turned to the man.

"Rupert Yamazaki" he answered

"We are detectives and we would like to see everything the cameras recorded from last week"

"Yeah, okay. But, I can only let you peek when the arcade closes by 9:00pm"

"Understood, we will come back later. Come, you two" Peter lead Jane and I back to the arcade. I noticed that Peter's frightened eyes, from seeing Jane earlier, went away. I thought it was because of my presence.

"Shall we grab coffee?" I suggested.

"Actually, " Jane smirked "We haven't used our arcade tokens. What time is it?"

"Quarter to three" said Peter, looking at his wrist watch.

"Oh, awesome, c'mon William, let's play!"

"What?" I asked. "I haven't played a video game since I lost my sister"

"We're here on a case!" Peter reminded. His eyebrows slightly crossed, and his voice strict.

"Yeah, and we have a few hours before we continue"  Jane implied. "Also, you're not my dad"
Peter nodded and said nothing. Jane and I ran off and Peter, once again, yelled for us to be careful. Jane was the first to decide which game to play, she chose the crane game upon seeing her favorite video game character- Blinky the ghost from Pac-Man- only to lose three times and threatened me to choose a game. I chose a shoot-'em-up.

"Have you and your sister ever played a video game?" Jane asked.

"Of course" I answered "We played so many video games and played all day, non-stop"
I finally bumped into a game over screen and we walked to our next game chosen by Jane.
"Of course" I continued "She was always player 2 because she was the younger sibling"

"You big brothers can be too cruel sometimes"

"Enough about me, we keep talking about me, let's talk about you. Did you have any sibling?"

"No, actually, I don't remember anything from before I started working as a detective. Although, my former psychiatrist said I had an accident involving a run-and-gun"

" 'Former'? What happened to him-slash-her?"

"I had a mental breakdown and scared him away. None of it matters" she smirked.

We continued to play arcade games for an hour and had a really great time. The young people did not seem to have cared that we shoved them off their games when we ran out of tokens, except this one lad who kicked Jane between the legs because he thought she was a boy and got him calling for his mother.

Hours have passed and the arcade closed by 9:00pm. Peter returned eating a corndog "Did you kids have fun?" he teased

"You're only calling us kids because you're old" Jane sassed.

"Older than you by two years. Don't know about this guy, though" Peter tilted his head to my direction. "Let's go"
We went back to the security room and Rupert permitted us to look at footages from last week. All the footages were in greyscale with a high gamma level. To our astonishment, there was indeed David McCoy playing games and treating the youngsters. We fast-forwarded to the day yesterday. He came everyday by 6:00 or 6-43pm and left by 8:30 or 8:40pm. Nothing was out of the ordinary and he never touched Polybius when it respawned the day before yesterday. In the last footage of him he came and left with a box of pretzels.

"By the way" mentioned Rupert "When I was on my way to this room one day, I heard him talk about death and how he awaits the Grimm Reaper. He claimed he had nothing to lose"

"I think" said Peter "We have all the information we need, thank you. Our answer is in that box of pretzels"

The three of us walked out and discussed everything in a bar.

"Why a bar?" I asked "I think better with coffee!"

"Give this man a coffee, bartender!" yelled Peter. "You have to think fast"
The bartender pushed my cup of coffee across the bar to make it slide to me. Thanks to my incredible reflexes I reached out my hand fast enough to accidentally push it away and make it fly off the wall to shatter the glass and spill the coffee.

"Not that fast!" cried Peter. "Get this man another one" out came another cup of coffee, this time it was handed to me gently.

"So," Jane interrupted "What do you guys think of the man's death? I personally think it was suicide"

"Neither suicide nor murder" I exclaimed

"Really?" exclaimed Peter "How so? I think it was murder"

"Okay, we will explain nonsensical bullshit one by one. You first Jane"

"Well" began my friend "His favorite snack was pretzels and he wanted it to be the last snack he consumed. In the camera footage, I noticed when he came in with the box of pretzels, his walking was slightly limped which means he was in a hurry. He just couldn't wait to die, so when he arrived home and ate his last pretzel, he made sure his appendix would burst"

"What?"

"I haven't told you about this small paper I found in his pocket with a doctor's handwriting that said he was diagnosed with Appendicitis?" She pulled out the mentioned paper from her pocket which had no writing, only squiggly lines.

"How'd you know his diagnosis by the squiggly lines?"

"Those aren't squiggly lines, stupid. Look closely, from the darkest ink to the lightest, as you can see it goes up and down from the darkest ink which means the doctor wrote an A, and upon the lightest part on the right you can see the top parts of T, I, and S. It's a doctor's handwriting. The letters are obvious!"

"I never thought somebody could actually read doctor. I am impressed"

"Now let's hear why you think it's neither"

"Peter first"

"If you meddling kids insist" said peter "I saw, on the box of pretzels, the name of a company- SebastianBoron- not listed in Idio Town. All official companies here are listed alphabetically by our Government for safety inspections. From A to Z. But no such Company in this town starts with the letter S. So, theoretically, he bought that box of pretzels illegally not knowing that the Pretzels inside were poisoned and whoever sold it to him is a serial killer. If i'm right, then we'll have a murderer on our hands. All right, you have heard my story and we have heard Jane's, that leaves you, Detective Habitat"

"All right" I began "It was not murder, and it was not suicide"

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Shush" said Jane.

"You mixed up which letters were not listed in the list of official companies" I continued " 'SebastianBoron' is an actual pretzel company in this town, in fact one of the stores is right infront of my house. Well, it's like, the only SebastianBoron store in Town, their ratings are low. The letters that are not on the list are I, H, and K. David knew where to buy his favorite snack. After buying one yesterday he saved it for after his playtime at the arcade. He ate his pretzels at home but, upon eating too fast because he loved pretzels too much, he choked on one and died. His death was an accident. But, atleast, like Rupert said, he was ready to die anytime and did not give a fuck about any fucking thing anymore"

"He didn't say the last part" mentioned Jane.

"Only one way to find out which if us is correct" said Peter "We shall go to the morgue and review the autopsy report" he stood up "I will see you two there tomorrow after breakfast" then took off.

"Hey, Jane" I called "If i'm right you give me your next car, and if you're right i'll give you 600 in cash"

"Deal!" yelped my friend.

The next morning we gathered together at the entrance of the morgue. Peter, leaning back on his car, was the first to arrive, Next was me, and then Jane.

"You were right" she pointed out "It was a hearse, not a cadillac"

We followed Peter in and asked for the autopsy report of David McCoy.

"Oh, you're in the morgue" said the autopsy "His body is being shipped overseas"

"Who the fuck would ship a corpse overseas?" I asked. "Where is the giant boat-"

"Ship" Peter corrected.

"Where is the shit now?"

"Over at Barber Harbor" claimed the autopsy. "It's scheduled to leave by 10. The cargo ship's name is C. That's it, just a simple letter C"

The three of us ran off into Peter's car, Jane sat next to Peter, and reached the harbor by 9:50. We could have arrived earlier if it were not for the damn traffic.

"That's a pretty big ship for a cargo ship" exclaimed Peter. "We won't get up there in time"

"Let me take the wheel" insisted Jane. Peter had known her long enough to not let her drive. Jane, however, was very determined and stepped on Peter's foot resting on the acceleration pedal. He screamed in pain and we drove off.

"Not again, Jane!" I cried "I'm gonna die for a man who theoretically choked on a fucking pretzel!"

"And a virgin" mentioned Jane

"Shut up! You're a virgin too!"

"Why do people always bring that up when death is involved?" complained Peter "It doesn't even matter!"

She grabbed the wheel and turned for an unused metal platform diagonal on a rock and used it as a platform to get to the deck of the ship. Peter and I screamed, but Jane stayed calm. We landed on the deck on all four wheels.

"Oh, thank goodness" exclaimed Peter "You did not destroy my car like you did on all of my previous cars"
Jane ran outside to a woman who worked for the harbor "Postpone your travels" she demanded.

We examined the corpse of David and, a closer look at his neck and an x-ray footage, confirmed my theory that he indeed choked on a pretzel. There was no pretzel stuck, but traces showed that, it went down too slowly causing him to choke to death. His throat, however, was damaged.

"I think," I said "instead of going through what we went through. We could've just gone to the morgue to check his stupid corpse!"















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「「Now now, defective, that's just putting away all the fun」」- Cupcake

(Volume 1)
Taking place in 2018,
Mr. William Habitat has the ultimate deduction skills. Deducing the obvious when other people are not able to notice the obvious because they are that dumb. His companion Jane Surname is as sassy as she is brilliant. Together they solve cases and annoy each other like playful children.
Join them as you cringe through their adventures with inappropriate jokes and a little bit of gore.

(Volume 2)
Year 2022. William Habitat and Jane Surname Habitat married each other but continued to consider themselves as best friends. They only married each other to take care and nurture and die together because, the thought of being a sweet couple makes them cringe. They moved to Norway with their pet dog Emily, named after William's sister. Everything was all good until William met a strange man who claims to be Sherlock Holmes, but we all know it is not him. Now they must figure out who this man really is (or was) while facing a man he claims to be Professor James Moriarty. Join them once again in this volume that's probably not as good as the first (Because... "Sequels") but still enjoyable.

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