The Meiji period marks the re-opening of Japan to the West, ending over two centuries of period of national seclusion, and a period of rapid industrialization. The introduction of European literature brought free verse into the poetic repertoire. It became widely used for longer works embodying new intellectual themes. Young Japanese prose writers and dramatists struggled with a whole galaxy of new ideas and artistic schools, but novelists were the first to assimilate some of these concepts successfully.

Natsume Sōseki's (1867–1916) humorous novel Wagahai wa neko de aru(I Am a Cat, 1905) employed a cat as the narrator, and he also wrote the famous novels Botchan (1906) and Kokoro(1914). Natsume, Mori Ōgai, and Shiga Naoya who was called "god of the novel" as the most prominent "I novel" writer, were instrumental in adopting and adapting Western literary conventions and techniques. Ryūnosuke Akutagawais known especially for his historical short stories. Ozaki Kōyō, Kyōka Izumi, and Ichiyo Higuchi represent a strain of writers whose style hearkens back to early-Modern Japanese literature.


In the early Meiji period (1868–1880s), Fukuzawa Yukichi authored Enlightenment literature, while pre-modern popular books depicted the quickly changing country. Then Realismwas brought in by Tsubouchi Shōyō and Futabatei Shimei in the mid-Meiji (late 1880s–early 1890s) while the Classicism of Ozaki Kōyō, Yamada Bimyo and Kōda Rohan gained popularity. Ichiyō Higuchi, a rare female writer in this era, wrote short stories on powerless women of this age in a simple style in between literary and colloquial. Kyōka Izumi, a favored disciple of Ozaki, pursued a flowing and elegant style and wrote early novels such as The Operating Room (1895) in literary style and later ones including The Holy Man of Mount Koya (1900) in colloquial.

Romanticism was brought in by Mori Ōgai with his anthology of translated poems (1889) and carried to its height by Tōson Shimazaki etc. and magazines Myōjō and Bungaku-kai in early 1900s. Mori also wrote some modern novels including The Dancing Girl (1890), The Wild Geese (1911), then later wrote historical novels. Natsume Sōseki, who is often compared with Mori Ōgai, wrote I Am a Cat (1905) with humor and satire, then depicted fresh and pure youth in Botchan (1906) and Sanshirô (1908). He eventually pursued transcendence of human emotions and egoism in his later works including Kokoro (1914) his last and unfinished novel Light and darkness(1916).

Shimazaki shifted from Romanticism to Naturalism which was established with his The Broken Commandment (1906) and Katai Tayama's Futon (1907). Naturalism hatched "I Novel" (Watakushi-shôsetu) that describes about the authors themselves and depicts their own mental states. Neo-romanticism came out of anti-naturalism and was led by Kafū Nagai, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Kōtarō Takamura, Hakushū Kitahara and so on in the early 1910s. Saneatsu Mushanokōji, Naoya Shiga and others founded a magazine Shirakaba in 1910. They shared a common characteristic, Humanism. Shiga's style was autobiographical and depicted states of his mind and sometimes classified as "I Novel" in this sense. Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, who was highly praised by Soseki, wrote short stories including Rashōmon (1915) with an intellectual and analytic attitude, and represented Neo-realism in the mid-1910s.

During the 1920s and early 1930s the proletarian literary movement, comprising such writers as Takiji Kobayashi, Denji Kuroshima, Yuriko Miyamoto, and Ineko Sata produced a politically radical literature depicting the harsh lives of workers, peasants, women, and other downtrodden members of society, and their struggles for change.

War-time Japan saw the début of several authors best known for the beauty of their language and their tales of love and sensuality, notably Jun'ichirō Tanizaki and Japan's first winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, Yasunari Kawabata, a master of psychological fiction. Ashihei Hino wrote lyrical bestsellers glorifying the war, while Tatsuzō Ishikawa attempted to publish a disturbingly realistic account of the advance on Nanjing. Writers who opposed the war include Denji Kuroshima, Mitsuharu Kaneko, Hideo Oguma, and Jun Ishikawa.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

"Ahh!" Tang Yue pointed at the screen as he turned around to shout to Tomcat.
"Why are you screaming? Is this a call to arms? Isn't Lu Xun's collection done?" Tomcat kept typing on the keyboard. "Call to Arms and Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk have been sent out, right? Mr. Lu Xun's words of enlightenment have already been forever engraved in the memories of the Universe."
"I'm referring to Munch's The Scream!" Tang Yue clasped his cheeks with his hands as he mimicked the figure in the painting. "Is this real?" 
"Are you dumb?" Tomcat continued typing. "The genuine piece of work is stored at the National Gallery and Munch Museum in Norway. It vanished along with the Earth. What you have is just a scanned photo."
"I'm asking if this is a photo of the genuine piece."
"Determine it yourself," Tomcat said. "Look at the picture from different angles and directions. If the figure keeps staring at you, it means it's real."
Tang Yue straightened his body as he craned his neck to look at the screen from different angles. Moments later, he was alarmed.
"Oh my, it's real! The figure is really staring at me… Damn it, it's really creepy."
Tomcat sighed.
In many matters, Tang Yue's intelligence was definitely not the best in the world. Perhaps having a simple brain was the main reason he had survived to this day.
"Any picture with eyes that directs the gaze at someone standing in front of it will appear to you as if it's staring at you from any angle. This is an optical illusion. It has nothing to do with its authenticity." Tomcat held a piece of scrap paper in its paw. It was covered with equations and numbers that matched the numbers on the monitor. "Hmm… The ballistic coefficient doesn't exceed 100 kg/m². This object's damping ratio at a zero angle of attack is 1.86…"
"For real?"
"You can give it a try," Tomcat said.
Tang Yue drew a cat's face on a piece of paper and drew a pair of big eyes. Then, he moved the paper away from him as it moved it to the sides.
"Hey, it really seems to be the case…"
Tomcat couldn't be bothered with Tang Yue as it continued its work, handling the complicated data.
The work involved complicated orbital mechanics and fluid dynamics. It needed an immense amount of calculation. Tang Yue and Mai Dong naturally couldn't provide any help, so Tomcat busied itself with the work together with Kunlun Station's computers. Tomcat was in charge of issuing the commands while the workstation would fire up all its cores and work without rest. As for Tang Yue and Mai Dong, they were in charge of recording the developmental history of the human race.
The history of art was a very complex subject. Before beginning, Tang Yue imagined that he just needed to write the story of Leonardo da Vinci's drawing of an egg.
But when the references came into view, Tang Yue was astounded by the massive amount of information. Just the different art movements numbered more than a hundred. There was Romanticism, Realism, Impressionism, Neo-impressionism, and a huge bunch of names that he had never heard of.
Tang Yue scraped a few artist names such as Leonardo da Vinci, Pablo Picasso, Vincent van Gogh, and Qi Baishi from his memories, but even that didn't use up his five fingers.
He had to admit that he didn't have any artistic genes in him.
"I have to compare their parachute deployment Mach numbers. This is 1.1. This is 1.77. This is… 1.57. When a parachute is deployed, the dynamic pressure is between 350 and 750." Tomcat spun the pen in its paw as it muttered. "Then, their vertical descent speed is 2.4, 12.5, as well as 8.0…"
"Mass! Mass! Mass!
"Momentum! Momentum! Momentum!
"Speed!
"And density!"
Tomcat bellowed in frustration as it widened its eyes.
Numbers and equations ran through its mind.
It had told Tang Yue and Mai Dong that there was hope, allowing the latter to use Orion II to proceed with a landing, at the cost of abandoning the entire spacecraft, to bring her down. However, it was ultimately a crazy and bold plan. It was extremely risky and any tiny mishap would lead to failure.
In human aeronautical history, there had never been such an operation. Just the thought of it would seem ridiculous to a layman—a spacecraft with a mass of more than 400 tonnes was to descend into the atmosphere with merely reverse thrusters. This was only something that appeared in science-fiction movies.
It was no wonder that Tang Yue's first reaction was that it was impossible.
However, Tomcat's calculations supported this incredulous idea. It said that at times, its technique was crazier than anyone else.
This was the rigidity of mathematics and physics. Even if many believed it impossible and even if it looked incredulous, as long as it was permitted by them, there was a possibility of success. At times, the rigid laws of the Universe could force you into a corner, but at times, it was the safety rope that you relied on for survival.
However, Orion was ultimately not designed for atmospheric entry, and although Tomcat's original calculations were supported, it was only theoretically possible. To go from theory to practice needed many steps and massive amounts of calculations and adjustments. There were also many problems that needed resolving.
Tomcat called it crossing a river on a paper boat.
Tang Yue asked what it meant.
Tomcat folded a piece of scrap paper into a boat and placed it on the table.
If you wished to traverse a wide and turbulent river, but only had a tiny paper boat to use, would you dare embark if the mathematical calculations said that the boat would ferry you across the river before it sank? 
If they weren't out of options, Tomcat would definitely not taken such a risky step. Orion II was that paper boat that could sink at any time. In theory, it could safely send Mai Dong across the river, but with a bit of wind or a few waves, it would face the danger of sinking.
"1, 2, 3, 4… The peak aerodynamic heat will reach 56 W/cm². Damn it. What's the material on the surface of the reservoir? SLV-561? No, it's not." Tomcat shook its head. "OK, this process has ended. The flow computations are completed."
"Hey, Tomcat. I have a question." Tang Yue placed the piece of paper down.
"Speak." Tomcat rotated the left monitor.
"If we follow your plan, allowing Orion's speed to decrease to zero before it lands, there's no way to land normally without any landing gear, right?" Tang Yue asked. "Orion will definitely crash. After the fuel is expended, it will smash into the ground. Then, what will happen to the Eagle?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how do we deal with the final step?" Tang Yue asked. "Even if we successfully survive the first 120 kilometers, what about the last eighty meters? If we assume ideal conditions, and the depletion of Orion's propellant is controlled perfectly, allowing Orion to successfully hover a centimeter off the ground, it's still eighty meters tall. That's thirty stories high. To come down from that height…"
Tang Yue's worries weren't without reason. Even though a height of eighty meters looked like a negligible number when it came to aeronautical numbers, it wasn't something that could be neglected for a human. Falling from a height of thirty stories was death.
Tang Yue's and Tomcat's goal was to ensure Mai Dong's safety. If Mai Dong couldn't reach the ground safely, all their hard work would have been for nothing.
Having worked hard to overcome so many obstacles, they couldn't trip up at the final step.
"I don't need you to remind me." Tomcat smacked its lips. "I've already considered it. A smart cat has no lack of ideas."


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

AN: Sorry for not updating. I have been busy with other matters.

-*-*-*-

"Okay since we've finished eating, let's take a bath." Rias says.

"Bath huh..." Masrur let out a small murmur. Now that Morgiana is not with him, he feels a little strange bathing alone. They took a bath together almost everytime so he feels a little lonely.

"Ara ara~ Masrur-kun. Are you planning on peeking on us bathing?" Akeno teases Masrur.

Peeking... Now that he thinks about it, he still didn't managed to peek on a girl's baths in an onsen before. More like he never been on an onsen before. 

No... 

Before he was even released he never had known the concept of a bath before. He only settled with licking his body to keep himself clean. In parts where he can't reach like his back, other tribe members of the Fanalis will do it for him when they're still alive.

He also wondered if the legendary mist. knows that it was fiction, but he also wondered if the steam in it was made of magical properties that it automatically covers girls private parts. If that really is true, then peeking would be useless.

"Hmm... I never really peeked on a girl bathing before. That might be a good idea." Masrur said as he swallowed the last bite of his meal.

One could not underestimate the power of social belonging. This romanticism of social belonging could spread roots of feelings into people's hearts, and the power of romanticism could nurture soldiers that would die for their country.

Masrur had watched a lot of shonen animes with friendships. One Piece being comrades, Naruto being loyal to ones village, and especially in Fairy Tail being a one big family. Now that he also can experience this, he found it very pleasing.

Masrur already felt he belonged to this group. He was a full fledged Gremory devil now. If he wanted to borrow the words of those shows, then he will say 'If you hurt my friends I will make you pay' kind of thing.

"Want to go in together with us? I won't mind." Rias says with a cheerful tome. Then she looks at Akeno, "How about you Akeno?"

"Ufufufu~ I don't mind if it's Masrur-kun. I also want to try washing a gentleman's back." Akeno says with a her usual smile.

"Asia, you won't object to bathing with Masrur-kun right?" Rias then asked Asia.

Asia pondered a little and made a small nod. She heard from Aika that skinship is also a way to get closer with people in Japanese culture. Having made friends with everyone she thinks that it would be a good idea.

"Lastly Koneko? How about it?" Rias then turns to Koneko.

".....If it's senpai, then I don't mind." She says a little bit hesitant.

"Yuuto, how about you?" Rias looks at Kiba.

"If Buchuo says so, then I'll gladly accept the invitation." Kiba replied.

-*-*-*-

In the onsen, Masrur was getting his back scrubbed by Akeno. He had a towel covering his lower part in courtesy of the girls.

"Ufufufu~ Your back is so big, and wide. So a man's back feels like this." Akeno whispered in Masrur's ears seductively.

Masrur felt his dick getting hard when she did that.

"Umm... Akeno, your breasts..." Masrur warned her.

"What is?" She asked.

"Your breast is touching my back." He told her upfront.

Akeno is scrubbing her boobs on his back.

"Ara? Did you not like it?" Akeno asked teasingly.

"It felt good... I like it." He answered honestly. Anyone who says they don't like it are not men.

"Then there's no problem." Akeno said with a teasing smile. Akeno continued to scrub his back, pecs, abs, and even legs.

After that she rinsed Masrur with water washing away the soap of his body.

"Let me wash you, Akeno..." Masrur then takes a soap and the scrub.

"Ara ara~ Be gentle with this onee-san okay." she says entrusting her body to him.

Masrur starts to scrub her body gently. Using his years of training in controlling his monstrous physical strength he can scrub anyone's body just fine without hurting them.

"Umm... I don't have a boobs so... Akeno, what do you want me to do?" He asked.

When Akeno heard that she was a bit baffled. Of course men doesn't have boobs, what did he mean by that?

"Masrur-kun wants to rub his body in mine?" Akeno asked.

"...No, since Akeno did something like that, I want to do something for you too." Masrur just replied.

Akeno just looks at him wanting to see through his true intentions. She can see that he's being honest.

"Ufufufu~ Quite bold are we? Then how about this?" Akeno then grabs Masrur's wrists and wrapped it around her body in an embrace. "I always wanted a man to do this to me.

The scent of a woman, the warmth of her body, the sight of her sexy nape. The sensation that Masrur felt made his sexual hormones activated. 

His dick turned hard and it accidentally poked Akeno's butt cheeks.

"Umm... I'm sorry..." He apologized.

"Ara ara~ Don't worry about it. That's a normal reaction coming from a healthy young man." Akeno replied.

After a while Masrur was done cleaning up Akeno's body. Even her chest were cleaned by him making even more stimulating for him.

Walking to the pool of hot water, Rias, Asia, Koneko, and Kiba were already there laughing while having a relaxing conversation.

Masrur and Akeno joined them as they started to relax and look at the starry night skies.

"...Is this you first time in an onsen, Asia?"

"Y-Yes..." Asia looks at Masrur's naked body.

They sat near to each other so they began talking. They seem to talk naturally with each other. Though Masrur had the vibe of an elder brother taking care of his little sister.

Asia and Masrur is living in the same home so they ought to get closer than anyone else.

"I wonder if Morgiana-chan is okay." Asia looks worried.

"Don't worry. She's strong by herself." He said.

If there are anyone who dares mess with her, you need to be worried on their safety than hers.

-*-*-*-

It was already midnight...

After a hard work of training the Gremory group had started to take a rest and went to bed.

As an Otaku, Masrur is used to being deprived from sleep. Right now he just finished watching an anime episode and felt he's quite thirsty. He decided to go and grab some water for a drink.

"Ara? Your awake?" Rias was at the living room and saw Masrur drinking a glass of water.

"Ah... Hello..." Masrur replied with a nod.

"Why are you so stiff? Good timing, let's talk for a bit." Rias invited Masrur.

Masrur goes to the sofa where Rias was and sits. There's no awkwardness in his movements. Even thought there is another sofa across Rias, Masrur chose to seat close to her. In his mind it is easier to talk to someone if they are close to each other, there's no any meaning behind it.

Even with Rias looking very beautiful and sexy, Masrur did not have any erotic thoughts at all. It still didn't register on his mind  He's still reminiscing the scenes in the anime he watched and it was quite entertaining for him especially the fight scenes. He's even thinking of recreating the moves he saw into real life.

"...You look good in that glasses." shockingly Masrur initiated a conversation. He only does it to few people close to him. And also he implemented what Aika told him, to compliment girls.

"Oh, this? It's just for looks. I can think more clearly while having my glasses on. Fufufu, this is the proof that I have been in the human's world for so long." Rias chuckled softly.

Masrur looks at the table in front of him and saw plenty of books and papers. Maps, battle formations, strategy and tactics. Seeing that Rias had working hard on her own way, Masrur respected it.

"…To be honest, the only thing I will get by reading this is to have a peace of mind." Rias said while making a sigh.

Masrur nods at her words saying he also understands what she feels. Though Masrur dislikes studying, he likes reading mangas and light novels and it's a breath of fresh air.

"...What's wrong? You look troubled." He asked.

"Raiser is a troublesome enemy. No... The biggest problem is that the enemy was a Phoenix/Phenex." Rias says.

"A Phoenix huh..." Masrur thought. From the anime shows and several interesting stories he knew, Phoenix had the characteristics of 'immortality'.

Just the idea of fighting an enemy that is an 'immortal' made his blood boil in excitement. He might not show it, but as a Fanalis fighting is in their blood. Being a warrior is in his nature.

Coupled with the fact that he can fight for someone he respected, Masrur felt he was fortunate.

"Rias-buchuo, I want to know the reason why you do fight." He asked.

"...Why do?" She asked

"So that I will be able to fight with everything I have..." A strong glint in his eyes coming from a warrior. His face looks handsome and manly.

Seeing this Rias slightly blushed a little. She starts to remember the night where they are indulging themselves in lust together.

Shaking her head from such thoughts, she thinks about what to answer. She sighed.

"…I'm a [Gremory]."

"..."

"No. I didn't re-introduce myself. I'm a Devil from the House of Gremory, and that name will follow me to wherever I go."

"...You hate it?"

"I feel proud of it. However, this is also something that is a burden to me. Everyone looks at me as Rias from the Gremory. I can't have them look at me simply as Rias. That's why I'm enjoying my life in the human world. They don't know about the Gremory the Devil. Everyone looks at me as who I am. I really like that feeling. I never felt something like this in the Devils' society, and I never will now on as well. The only time I can enjoy my life as myself is time I can enjoy my life as myself is when I'm in the human world." Rias has a distant look. She also has very sad eyes.

"..." Masrur was thinking deeply.

To be valued by people because of your background but not the person itself, that's something she felt.

Masrur had also experienced that kind of thing. But unlike Rias, his experience were much more abusive.

He's a member of a tribe of the Fanalis. And he grew up in that underground arena being used as entertainment to fight against viscous monsters. Other people just considers him as a rooster in a cockfight they can use to gamble for money and entertainment.

But that didn't really bothered him too much. He didn't really mind what people thought of him except the people he was closed to. He doesn't mind if he only had one person by his side. Even if the whole world hated him, he could keep living if that person needed him.

"I want to be with someone who will love me as Rias without the fact that I'm a Gremory. That's my small dream I have... Unfortunately, Raiser only looks at me as Rias from the Gremory. And he loves me as Rias from the Gremory. That's why I hate it. But still, the pride of being a Gremory is very important. My feelings may be complicated, but I want to cherish this small dream I have."

And there she is. This person needed him to cherish her little dream. That alone is enough for him to form his fist and fight against a strong enemy. A reason not to lose no matter what...

"Rias-buchuo... No... I should call you Rias." Masrur corrected himself. "Rias... For the sake of your dream, I will fight." He then clenched his fists tightly in front of him. His state of mind is already pumped up for a fight that will happen. His facial expressions shows a strong warrior.

When Rias looks at him, her heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks turned red, and her slanted upturned eyes looking at him.

-*-*-*-

On the day of the battle.

Masrur is mentally preparing himself closing his eyes while having a steady breathing.

He wore a light armor covered in gold plates. There's a short sword on his waist too. It made him look like a gladiator. (Image in paragraph comments). 

*Knock Knock*

A knock interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in." He said.

It was Asia.

"Umm... Masrur-san, may I sit beside you?" She asked.

"Yes..." He replied.

Asia approaches Masrur who is sitting on his bed and then she sits beside him. She then hugs onto his arm tightly.

"...Are you afraid?" He asked.

"…I can't stop shaking when I think that there is a scary battle waiting for us. But if Masrur-san is with me, I will be okay." She said.

Masrur gave her a headpat. She reassuringly said to her, "Don't worry, you don't need to fight head on. Leave it all to us."

Asia felt a little relieved when he said that.

And so the upcoming fight will begin...

Fifty shades of gray ...
 American Pie ...
 Sex Friends ...
 So much film that makes you want ...
 Not bad ...
 Most young people love hot moments ...
 When the characters undress ...
 They stick ...
 Kiss ...
 Sniff each other ...
 Their sweats stick ...
 The breath of someone different than yourself ...
 Brrrrrr ...
 Yes I'm exaggerating ...
 They also make him leave me alone ...
 Therefore...
 The romanticism in this is what I like ...
 And also the funny parts ...
 But the romance of each of these films is ...
 Like a breath of fresh air ...
 So different and more or less similar to reality ...
 Of course with exaggeration ...
 Whore...
 I remember not having put in the category 🔞 ...
 I will do it after this chapter ...
 Yes, as you will understand ...
 We're going to talk about sex ...
 And romanticism ...
 I was saying...
 This kind of film awakens the senses ...
 Especially the bottom one for the most part ...
 But what is sex ...
 What does this mean for different people ...
 Is it a similar concept for all ...
 Or just an unimportant word ...
 Or just a word that means more than you think ...
 Hmmm ...
 There are different groups of people ...
 Each of these groups have an idea of ​​sex ...
 First there are the asexuals ...
 They know what sex is but are not necessarily attracted ...
 They can, however ...
 But it's not like a loving activity for them ...
 It's a bit like "I don't care but I do it for my partner" ...
 However, life is tough for them ...
 But that's not the subject ...
 I will possibly speak about it in the next chapters ...
 Then there are those who partially love sex ...
 And yes...
 These people like sex but ...
 They don't make it their priority ...
 It just seems like that for them ...
 In short...
 Their lives can be difficult too ...
 Then there are those who love sex ...
 They make it ...
 They love...
 But, however, are not idiots ...
 And finally there are the addicts ...
 Sex addicts ...
 They don't go a minute without thinking about fucking ...
 They love to fuck ...
 They love everything that is synonymous with sex ...
 There are some who are to the point of just seeing the word sex ...
 That they are already hot to fuck ...
 We call them pervert assholes ...
 And of course all these categories are not just for men ...
 Women too ...
 Exactly...
 I was saying...
 Sex is an activity ...
 It allows you to discover yourself and to discover the other ...
 You should also know that there is the category ...
 I will not do anything until I get married ...
 Yes it still exists ...
 Although we are in the 21 st century ...
 So close your valve ...
 These people live normally ...
 And they are human ...
 But in reality what is sex ...
 Why do it ???
 Is it that good ???
 Where is it also because of our fantasies ...
 Of course, of course...
 We feel a lot of things during this activity ...
 The contraction of muscles ...
 A feeling of well-being ...
 A special moment that makes you forget your damn problems ...
 But after ???
 What will there be ???
 We can't fuck 24 hours ...
 Is it really necessary ...
 Isn't it an exaggeration to live on sex ...
 Isn't it just a set of conviction ...
 Convictions that make you think that it is necessarily necessary ...
 Or maybe also that it is necessary ...
 Is it good ...
 Is this wrong ...
 As I said at the beginning ...
 Everyone has their own vision ...
 Everyone has their own perception of things ...
 What is good for me may not be good for you ...
 Just like what's good for you can be bad for ...
 Each of these beliefs ...
 But personally ...
 This book does not give a conclusion ...
 Just for you to think ...
 And keep his comment in his head ...
 Just like the book ...
 Yes, I advertise and then ...
 Damn !!!  I just hope this book will be read ...
 Mainly by open-minded people ...

 Chapter 12 ???  No...
 I do...

"I still feel."
A gentle breeze played with the strands of my hair.
Under the warmth of the sun that blows life into my body.
Staring in amazement at the majesty of the pyramids that stood proudly, as if I were not willing to touch.
Down the Nile that never gets tired and provides the value of life.
Home to sailboats stretching out their white wings like flocks of birds flying hand in hand.
Shares the countless numbers of stories, stored in those beautiful white sails.
"Beautiful Egypt, I will return."
I turned off the Ipad after leaving a few verses there. This morning I was sitting sweetly in the cabin seat of the plane that was about to take us away from Egypt. I looked once more towards the view below me, before the plane drifted away and the clouds swallowed my view. The Nile seemingly winding framed by green strips of palm trees growing around on the reddish-yellow dry land. The glare of the sun peeking out from behind the glass window made me put on sunglasses, I looked up at Valter who was reading a book.
"Honey, get some rest, save some energy, so you can look fresh later," Valter soon realized when I turned to look at him.
I tried to close my sleepy eyes, still imagining the trip I had in Egypt that still squeals within me. Pieces of random images of Egypt and its life accompanying my dreams throughout my afternoon.
The sound of the ding from the direction of the plane's speakers woke me up. The sound of the cabin crew informing me that the plane we were on was going to land in the next thirty minutes. It was very uplifting news. I moved my body slowly, so my side was sitting comfortable. Valter was already smiling while gently thrusting water towards me. I took water from Valter's hand and drank it immediately. While I was drinking Valter again thrust bread and pudding on a small tray.
"You skipped lunch, I didn't have the heart to wake you up, since it looked like you were sleeping deeply," he said again.
I immediately finished the pudding and bread, my stomach was indeed churning but I deliberately didn't eat any heavy food. I did not want to mess up the trip by nausea and fullness due to the aroma of heavy food.
"Thank you, honey," I said after feeling pretty full.
Valter shifted towards me and kissed my forehead. I then smoothed my hair, opened the plane window and straightened my seat position, and started to get ready for landing. We made a safe landing at Ivato international airport located in the city of Antananarivo, Madagascar.
After finishing our immigration business we immediately stepped out picking up our luggage. Several times I glanced back at the ticket in my hand, making sure that we were in the right city. "What's the matter, honey, have you looked confused and agitated?"
"Honey, aren't we in the wrong place? We're in Madagascar, Africa aren't we?" I asked, looking into Valter's eyes.
Valter looked into my eyes. "Yes dear, we have just landed in Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar," he said laughing.
"Why?" I pointed to the passer-bys as we stepped outside the airport, with their faces glued to us in confusion.
Madagascar people have a physical form that is almost similar to Indonesians, my feelings start to feel mixed, such as looking at the physical reflection of the nation itself, thinking I was back in Indonesia. Valter laughed, and walked closer to embrace me. "Madagascar society is dominated by Malagasy people, the story is told through generations, that people from the archipelago or Malays came centuries ago through ship expeditions to Madagascar," said Valter.
"So their ancestors were Indonesians?" I asked still with a face of amazement that I could not hide.
Valter nods as he walked to a nearby waiting taxi, and opened the door that will take us to the hotel in the city.
My eyes were on the hotel service driver who took us. The man was physically very similar to an Indonesian man. He also introduced himself by the name of Andry, a name that is common in Indonesia. Andry said 'salama' when greeting us the first time, as heard the greeting 'congratulations' that we usually use in Indonesia when greeting.
The hilly city is dominated by narrow roads that go up sharply and also down. Sometimes cars have to stop for a while to let vehicles from other directions pass. It feels chaotic and jammed with a dense number of people who are active on the sidewalks. The pulse of the city's activities seems to be competing against the cars, taxis, buses, pick up cars, motorcycles and rickshaws pulled by people who later became known as poussepousse-a kind of local transportation that was pulled using people power, such as Japanese transportation during the time of the Meiji kingdom.
It's interesting to notice the atmosphere of the city in the middle of a car that runs slowly into the heart of the city. It is very easy to find various foods in the city, the rows of restaurants and street food are almost scattered everywhere. Yellow umbrellas of food vendors, food carts on the roadside, all those sights remind me of the atmosphere in Asia, such as returning home to taste. I also swallowed saliva when I saw the sight of mothers selling food such as satay and being cooked on the side of the road. Oh, I miss home.
Speaking of satay, my mind immediately floated considering my favorite satay place in Jakarta, Hein often invited me to enjoy satay 'gang catfish' in jatinegara area. East Jakarta, Indonesia- a traditional market area in Jakarta that has been legendary for a long time- known as Mester. It is said that the legendary satay has been established since Hein's grandfather was young, this satay business has been passed down through generations from the original founder.
Clearly remembering, the sound of keroncong music, accompanying and entertaining the visitors who came alternately. Occasionally puffs of satay smoke filled the market. My favorite dish on the menu is a plate of tongseng with spicy sambal, 10 skewers with large pieces with slices of chili and onions with sosro bottled tea. I know it sounds like an advertisement, but that's okay, count the extensions for the bottled tea fortune. There is also a selection of cincau ice offered by the ice carts that often pass by the place.
The place was never deserted by visitors, although having to sit at a table with unknown people, did not stop our desire to enjoy the food, and the typical music of old times in the place.
The hoarseness of romanticism from old musicians accompanied by two or three classical guitars and old cellos often singing past hits that are rarely heard in the present, such as 'bengawan solo or 'aryati' blending intimately, making out the senses of taste and sense of hearing, as well as a feeling of longing for the visitors who come.
For me, until now there is no satay that can beat the taste of satay gang catfish.
"Baby, let's go." Valter touched my arm, as I woke up from my daydream about a plate of fat satay alley catfish, unknowingly the car that took us from the airport to the hotel had reached its destination.
I lifted up and slowly got out of the car, watching the driver who helped drop our luggage.
🚙🚙🚙


This story focuses on the journey of a girl "Jade Marry William" (24 years) traveling around 1000 cities. Starting with being disappointed with her current reality of her unfair life.

Living alone from her teens, and betrayed by the her first love who she spent 7 years with.

A journey that opens her mind, calls her to rebuild her life goals, as well as enriched her knowledge of history and world culture. A packed love story with several male, friendships, intrigue of revenge, and betrayal.

How is Jade living her life as a traveler?

Who will Jade hook up with and stop her adventuring with?


I really need input, criticism and suggestions from readers.
I hope the novel can entertain readers.

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The Colton Star Cluster had quite a few opportunities, and the Mercenary Alliance's dataset was the easiest way to find the missions. Han Xiao picked some of the missions that he knew.
To be a free mercenary was a very good choice. One could earn a lot of money while networking with major organizations. It was a free path of promotion to a higher status.
But Han Xiao's plan did not stop there. The next action was the most crucial.
Mercenaries identity interface had an option 'Create a Mercenary Group'. Han Xiao clicked in without hesitation.
"Are you sure that you want to create a mercenary group?"
A mercenary group was a team made out of mercenaries that could accept people's missions. A mercenary group also had a rating system, and all their actions would be recorded in the system.
Even a member who finished a mission by themselves would be recorded in the ratings of the mercenary group. At the same time, if a member left a bad record, it would also influence the rating of the mercenary group. Han Xiao's record for his mercenary missions was still blank, and the same went for this group.
Sky Ring Army was another large-scale mercenary group that took missions all over the place. They had a wide market with new members joining every day. Their reputation was well known.
If one did not have an extremely bad history, anyone could start a mercenary group. One person could only make one mercenary group. One could not create a new group unless the previous one was disbanded.
"Please enter the name of your mercenary group."
After some thought, Han Xiao directly used his code name and called it 'Black Star Mercenary Group'. He confirmed the name, and the interface suddenly changed from a personal one to a mercenary group interface.
The target members for this group were clearly the players as they were there to provide hard labor. Ah, that's not right, they're warriors.
Life as a mercenary was extremely dangerous, but players could always revive, so there would not be any loss. This job perfectly suited the players' natural advantage, and with the players, developing a new empire was twice as easy.
Let the players join my mercenary group, then we can start a new base.
Han Xiao's eyes looked deep as he smirked.
Building a base was one core components of his plan. It could tie the players as a beneficiary on his tank, and the players would be more concentrated together while decreasing the chance of players leaving. This was the plan that Han Xiao had finally come up with after pulling his hair out.
At the same time, he could build a closer bond with the players, and their relationship could move from one purely out of benefits to comrades.
Think about it, building a mercenary group by himself with professional players as the initial players of the organization would create a lot of news in the world and attract even more players' attention. He could then use rewards to lure in other skillful players and strengthen his mercenary group. They would think that it was the result of their hard work.
Emphasizing the players' contributions could incentivize the growth of the faction, and players could find meaning in fighting for their own organization and view the faction's achievement as their own. In the end, this sense of belonging and pride could create satisfaction and fulfillment in the players.
One could not underestimate the power of social belonging. This romanticism of social belonging could spread roots of feelings into players hearts, and the power of romanticism could nurture soldiers that would die for their country.
For the majority of the players, the games were just entertainment. The element of role-playing and the option for players to choose a faction could further strengthen the vision and ideology of the faction. On top of that, this setting would attract even more players to join! Everyone's heart would be filled with passion and loyalty. The emotion of sacrificing one's life for an organization, which was unbelievable in the real world, could now be released in a video game without any repercussions. Han Xiao wanted to lure out this romanticism in players' hearts for the sake of his faction.
Han Xiao just wanted to make his faction into the hope of the players, and he was the perfect leader to win the players' heart. Along with the growth of his faction, Han Xiao could earn more benefits and obtain better items, all while rewarding the players' contributions. The whole process would be a virtuous cycle, and through this, Han Xiao could aggregate the power of the players to assist him to his goals.
Building a mercenary group was the first stage of his plan, and through Bun-hit-dog's show, he could keep refreshing his presence. Once the future version was updated, Han Xiao could simply wave his hand, and all the players would rush to him to join the faction.
Of course, it was just an outline of the plan. The actual execution was complicated, and it would take a lot of time and resources to reach the end stage. However, once the plan succeeded, it would be revolutionary for the players, just like the alliances and the Hordes in World of Warcraft.
This was the blueprint of Han Xiao's new empire!
"You all have the requirement to register as a mercenary. Join my mercenary group, and I will take care of you all," Han Xiao said in a seductive voice.
Frenzied Sword did not hesitate and was the first to register. He only had two rules. First, he could eat well if he followed Han Xiao. Second, Han Xiao was always right.
The other players slowly joined, and Han Xiao smiled as he watched the whole process, as if he was seeing all the seeds buried into the soil, waiting for them to grow.
The display quickly switched to a new interface.
_____________________
Black Star Mercenary group
Credibility: 10
Scale: 47 members
Class C: 37 members
Missions Completed: 0
Active Region: None
Records: None
Creator: Black Star—Han Xiao
Creation date: Galaxy Calendar 2 October 688
Summary: Trainee mercenary group, small scale, abilities are similar among the members, no obvious strength.
_____________________
As the mercenary group had just started, they had no information. There were three criteria to rate a mercenary group: scale, strength, and credibility. The first two were requirements to determine which missions the organization could apply. For credibility, it was the 'level' of a mercenary group. The points for credibility could be gained after missions were completed. The credibility was the core representation of the reputation.
Many employers had standards for the credibility of the mercenaries. If the credibility score was too low, then the employer would reject the application of the mercenaries.
Credibility was also equivalent to popularity. Of course, in the formal document, it wouldn't use such an informal word. But in the reputation system, it quantified the reputation system of the mercenary group, and only Han Xiao could see it.
Li Ge and Temple of God were not in the scene and ran around by themselves, so they were the only two groups that did not join the mercenary group. Han Xiao was irritated.
At this time, Han Xiao's interface popped out a hint.
_____________________
Faction formed: Black Star Mercenary Group
Faction Management Function activated.
_____________________
The NPC model added a new option named [Faction Management], which was located to the side of [Dungeon Creation].
I knew it! Han Xiao was excited.
After he succeeded in dungeon creation, he had been wondering what other functions the NPC model had. He had expected a faction option to be one of the functions, but he had never activated it. He figured that, since he had belonged to the Dark Net, which Bennett was the boss of, the functions had never been needed before.
He had been pretty confident that only by creating a faction himself would the function be activated.
And he was right.
If the interface did not work, he probably would have given up, but now, with the management interface, it simplified the whole process.
Han Xiao quickly clicked into [Faction Management] and experimented with things, getting more excited as he looked on.
There was only one way to describe this function.
You could do anything you want!


What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? 
What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC - you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched! 
What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? 
Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life's knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

There seemed to be a new fortune teller somewhere near Gallo Road. Well, a fortune teller was nothing new to the residents, but a potent one however, would be a different story. 

"Welcome." Said the lady behind the table at the innermost corner. The wooden pieces hung on top clattered when Daniel pushed the door open. "How may I assist you?"  Daniel forced himself into this mysterious space. She was potent he heard, that she was addressed as a "witch" by some of his classmates, although there was nothing particularly magical he saw on her. The shop was much more cramped than what he saw from the outside. It was a shop sitting between the two stores on one street he had frequented to. He got to admit that the shop was never part of his attention considering how easily-overlooked the shop naturally was at its location. 

But how could I have not seen it before?

"My name is Dan…"
"Yes, Daniel. I know…" The lady shattered his introduction. 
"H-how do you know my name?" Daniel stumbled upon the unidentified sorcery.
"Well, after a query or what? Anyway, take a seat first, Daniel." Hurried the lady. 
The lady poured Daniel some tea and turned away, rummaging the cabinet behind her.
The curtains were waving gracefully as the wind crept in through the gap of the window.
"Umm… I-"
"Shh!" The lady carried on going through her belongings. It felt like she was digging something out of the abyss somehow… Daniel eventually succumbed to a total 10 minutes of anticipation in silence as he grabbed one pink cushion from the table and squeezed it between his arms.
He somehow could hear the wind whispering.
"So…"
"Yeah, how may I assist you, my little boy?" She turned back and smiled. 
"Umm… I…I-"
"Was it about school?" 
"I…I…I-" 
"Relationship?" She raised her brows.
"Uhhh…"
"Finance?" She put up the expression of the receptionist at a local bank on a Monday morning.
"Family? Friends?" He shook his head.
"What is it then?" 
"I don't know… I just feel like asking if…"
"Uh huh?" The brows formed a slope. 
"I wanted to know if I'm ga- I mean I would like to know my orientation."
"This is not the student services you know. If you wanted information on the newcomers' program, it's at the other building." The brows puckered. 
"I mean, sexual orientation…" It did take Daniel a while to muster the courage to do a pseudo-confession. "Oh…" The lady's brows had raised to another horizon on her forehead. "I… see."She laid her hand to the cabinet behind her and lifted a box out of it. 

"Please… thank you…"

People tend to rely on the unknown when they refused to face the unknown. The possibilities were there but they never failed to deny them. They could not face tomorrows as they have only discerned today, on times of crisis they would go and inquire about tomorrows since they have known everything else than themselves. An escapism people called "giving in to the tomorrow" yet it was a kind of "believing in the unknown" romanticism to them. Daniel did not have the intention of knowing when and how his partner would ever come into light. He just wanted advices, in the form of archaic beliefs, from a channel which would lead to the truth he believed. 

Having a less-dominated sexual identity in the society is nothing astounding as before. Well, at least one would not be dragged to a Sicilian Bull for being gay, just like how one would not be put in an Iron Maiden for being a lesbian. Nevertheless, coming out to someone remained as challenging to a newbie. Daniel  was not sure, as this odd gut feeling ran deep down in his blood whenever Jake was there. It was confusing since there was no acceleration of his heartbeat, neither there was a difficulty of breathing, as illustrated in those stories he had heard before. There was no dramatic reaction from talking to Daniel compared to those times he talked to the girls in his class. In spite of the lack of passionate, mouth-watering, armpit-wetting, heart-racing arousing feeling, there was this very strange feeling recurring in him. 

"Alright." 
The lady gave a brief stare at the boy who seemed to be sweating.

There was no further question from her as she began shuffling the deck she took out from the box. She was mumbling something with her eyes closed as she shuffled on. "Take this." She then asked Daniel to cut them into portions randomly and stacked them back together. "Feel the cards." She said.

The topmost card was drawn and placed before Daniel.

It was a card with really bizarre illustration, that it struck upon Daniel on first sight. Between the two tombs he caught a profile of a man, in a luminous circle, shooting glows towards the land where two beasts howled upon with a lobster crawling out of the stream. There was a writing at the bottom but he could not recognize it, that he felt he turned illiterate out of sudden. To prove that the fortune-teller was not an opportunistic fraud, Daniel decided to zip his mouth and see what she had to tell.

"What do you see? Do you see the woman's profile?" Asked the lady. That was a killer question to Daniel. "Could you tell me what do you see in the card?" 

… … … 

Half a minute lapsed in silence, "You see…" Initiated the lady, "You are… sort of unsure of yourself…" Elaborated the lady, "You let the instincts run over your head all the time." Daniel knew it was not true especially when the explanation was so general that it felt it was from a beginner's handbook for Tarots or something. "You are lying." Daniel flinched. "You are blinding yourself. You fear…" The lady ceased her word, her lips crumpled. She inhaled slowly, "A rather troubled kind aren't you?" Sipped her tea, she sank to her seat. "There were things you tried but failed to explain in your own senses."

"You listen to your heart, selectively." 

… 
Daniel was trying to find the hidden EJECT button somewhere on the chair.

He sprang from his seat and reached into his pocket, "Wait. You don't have to pay for this. I only charge for advices, I don't charge for reading." Said the lady hastily. Daniel set off a gaze at the demure lady, his eyes squeezed a little, "…I see…"  

"Thank you. May your soul be on a journey!" The wooden pieces clattered once more.

Outside he took a glance at the lady in the shop and breathed in deeply. His thoughts at the moment could hardly be put into words. There were times when he would question everything about himself, whether the motive was right, whether the direction he was heading was fine, whether for it he would be judged upon, whether… he really liked something…

What else to do anyway? He felt the rumbling of the stack of business cards he got from all sorts of places in his coat. Chuckled, he seemed to be ridiculing himself for he had been searching for the answer everywhere when he just had the answer right inside him. 

"You are sort of unsure of yourself." 

His eyes felt wet.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, the name on the screen was giving him mixed feelings, "Hey man!" He smiled through his call anyway, with passion and joyfulness, like the way he was, "Yeah! … Uh… nowt… I was hanging around, I wanted to go for classes but people been faffin' around with me." 

"You don't like my faked accent? Aw, those ain't fake yer know! They are as authentic as my personality. Hm… Ahahaha! Nay, nay, I'm comin' for ya." He walked away, "Alright, alright. I will stop this accent-act if you do not fancy it. You see I…"

The door creaked as the wooden pieces rattled.
Daniel left the scene as soon as a girl entered.

"Hi… oh these? I just had done reading for a client." 
"Isn't this The Moon?"
"Oh, you know your tarots, don't you dear?" 
"Well… it's written there, t-h-e-m-o-o-n. I heard it determines your subconscious thoughts."
"Hahahaha, you are a peculiar kind indeed. Now sit down, where did we stop last week?"

It's a collection of lovely fairytale, of hopes and dreams, butterflies and prince. 

A fantastic town of stories for both children and adults. 
;-)

Entertaining yet inspiring, has a lesson told in kindergarten style. 

Surely naive and cute.

Happily Ever After.

By : self-ish

Poetic, she is not
Just a woman who has  beautiful abundance thoughts 
Romanticism is engraved in every words her pencil's tip touched

Pathetic, she was not
Just a little girl who was counting in a dot. 
To be elaborated into narrative as she thought. 
Happily ever after would end the riot.

Lunatic, she is not
Neither she was
She is summoned 
By her who was crying alone in the mattress
"Ssshhhh, i am here, i am here" "No, you were not" "I want to help you" "If you wanted to help me, help yourself to engrave dot by dot. Forming happily ever after words"

Lunatic, she is not
Merry, she was not
Both just want the end of the riot.

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Harumi has been Sota's best friend (and only female friend) ever since childhood, which makes them very close. From time to time she'd flirt with Sota, tease him, and give him a nice big slap on the back. A Scorpio woman does not tolerate falseness of character in anyone, and look for ambition and courage in those they are interested in. If her sixth sense gets a feeling of falseness, she'll reject you outright; the best you can hope for is that she doesn't tell you, because she can really make it hurt.
Age: 14-15
Birthday: November 8 (Scorpio)
Hobbies: Yoga, meditation, art, philosophy, astrology
 Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Strengths: Merciful, artistic, intuitive, kind, smart, musical
Weaknesses: Afraid of many things, too naïve, moody
 Pisces Likes: Solitude, sleeping, music, romanticism, arts, swimming. 
Pisces Dislikes: Criticism, inability to get rid of the past, violence, cruel behavior
Future Career: Scientist

Sota Toyoda is a small boy who lost his parents at a young age and now lives with his aunt Ruka.  His only friend is Harumi, who often berates him. He is a shy guy who lacks self-confidence and his classmates take advantage of him. One day, a portal opens and a fairy enters his bathtub. Eventually, Sota became a love magnet for four fairies!

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