Just a bunch of writing assignments from school that I thought I should post on my Wattpad.

so this book is really about going through hight school as a trand man, they didnt have a lgbt male lead option so.

December 29, 2019

Uhhhh... another boring day again?? I mean not "again", since I just started writing this book today, but the boring day loop is happening all over again!!

So you're wondering why did I created this book, or should I say, my semi-journal (P.S.: my grammar is realllyyyy terrible coz I'm a Filipino citizen). To be frank, I'm a terrible writer. I didn't have a good background at writing, and I'm a lazy ass fucking procrastinator. So if you're looking for some Shakespeare-like style of writing, then that's not me. Plus, I always swear in this book, because it's the real Greg you're looking at.

I can see my writing style as a "write and post" dude. I don't settle for drafts and revision shits, because I'm a lazy ass writer!! I just want my first-hand opinions to be posted immediately, if I'm not lazy. If I forgot something to write out, then it's okay, because I can check this chapter out the other day and update it, or maybe I'll just post my thoughts to the next chapter so that I'll have my book's content properly served for my audience. 

Speaking of my audience, what should I call you? Maybe... Gregorians? Nahhh, it's taken by the Gregorian chant. How about... GREGORITAS *insert I Like It by Cardi B* (just imagine playing that music while reading that gReGorITAs). So yeah, wazzup Gregoritas!! (Yey)

Going back to the really main question, why did I came up with this book? Well, I see this book as my rant book. My life is fucked up. I have no friends and even my family doesn't support my passion, which is being a Twitch streamer and a YouTuber. I'm proficient at playing League of Legends, but my boomer mom always warns me not to play that game due to my terrible eyesight. She always says that playing video games only give me sickness, and I won't profit from it. As a typical Asian boy, I minimized my playing time and still obeyed my parents, because I still love them, even though I get salty for a mean time.

It's hard having strict Asian parents like mine. They expect you to have a very high grade and good performance in school, but at the same time, they don't want you to review very late. Like why the fuck would they refrain me from reviewing at 3 A.M if they want me to have 99 100 98 on the report card. It's just ironic to me. 

I always tell my parents, specifically my mom that I'm not the Young Greg that can have instant 99 on the card, because high school is a tough life. After graduating in a conservative Christian school back in my junior high school, they put me in a science high school, though it's my 1/2 decision coz it's for my future also.

My first impression in my science school was "Dammmmnnnn, I think I can handle this shit coz I got raining 99s and 98s on my Grade 10 report card." But now, being a Grade 12 student, chilling from my "unproductive vacation", my impression was like "Fuck this shit, man. I'm out. I just wanna graduate with my OG friends (shout-out if you're reading this, you're awesome)." 

Being in a science school is tiring, man. If today was an ordinary school day, I can't write these damn 500 words in just one sitting. I'll be having random Messenger pop-ups like, "Greg, how's the research doing", "Greg, can you please edit this shit", and so on. I have endless workload in my school and I can't escape from it. Currently, I have a research running up ahead and my missed physics lessons, but since my classmates and teachers are on vacation mode, then fuck it, I'm just gonna do my passion right now, which is writing this book.

Yes, that's right, I love writing, but I lack skills in writing thrilling and adventurous writing, so I wrote my life. I also lack the sense of humor, so I wrote this life, since my life is a big joke (you should be laughing right now, coz this is fucking literal).

I think this is enough for my Day 1 of my rants and stories, because I want to divide my content properly so that I can have another content the next day. Since this is daily, I also keep track on my number of words to determine if I went too much or too little. In every chapter, I keep the number of words lowkey on 500 to 1000 words, depending on my time allotted to my writing, but since it's my vacation and this is a prologue chapter, then fuck this shit let's go 1000 words!! Nah, just kidding, I'm becoming lazy again.

Speaking of "just kidding", sometimes this phrase boggles up my brain cells as a Filipino philosopher.

How can you say "just kidding" as an adult? You can't just say "kidding" if it's not appropriate for your proper age. Why not say "just adulting"? That way, the relationship between you and the word is correct, but if you're an adult who acts like a kid, well you can say "just kidding". Nah, just joking.

Okay, my battery right now is just 2%, and I am typing this sentence near my charging station. I just want to finish this chapter, but as a prologue and an attraction to my future Gregoritas, I'll make it a thousand words for you, hehe. 

Shit! I didn't realize it was 1 A.M of December 30, a Rizal Day in the Philippines. Damn, I miss this late night typing in my phone. The last time I was doing this "late night typing" is when I am talking to my crush, which then on the latter part she rejected me, then after a few months she apologized to me saying, "Greg, I think I'm starting to like you". At that fucking moment, my love for her was gone; I moved on. I realized that I was only infatuated to her. Nevermind, it's a long story, and I reached more than 1000 words *insert yehey sound effects*. 

Maybe tomorrow, I will tell the whole story, since I moved on from that cringy past of me. Past is past. I don't want to fall into traps anymore. I learned a lot this 2019, so 2020, bring it on. Give me your best shot, 2020!

The daily adventures of Greg, a lazy procrastinator who is battling against his anxiety and depression.

So this is just some random thoughts I ask for your opinion 

I been having difficulty writing. I mean I like writing Eros but lately I feel its difficult to write it... Oh no this isn't news like I'm dropping it silly

Boku no hero I don't love boku no hero, I like it but thats it. Also I can't imagine him teaching or going to school. At first I thought it was because it was school but my other novel focuses on school.

The best familiar action is like Goku in school in dragon ball  the movie. You get it. you understand it, but its weird. The only thing is Eros is a True God of Attraction

I also want to write NSFW chapters more often but everytime I write them I get no comments so makes me not want to write them. 

I actually was going to start writing daily this but I was just hearing crickets here so it demotivated me to writing this. I understand sometimes you don't feel like writing a comment or your busy, I get it but I don't get anything from this remember I just got out of the hospital too... and webnovel interface is really pissing me off. I almost quit webnovel because of how much of a pain it was. (those of you who are writers here know what I'm talking about)

Well now lets talk about some ideas

I want Eros to go to Danmachi ...wow I wonder what the tower that showed up is...

I want Eros to finish up stuff from Naruto, Rwby, fairy tail and high school dxd 

Eros had his ring stolen from coiling dragon...

I know who the 8th sin is. As for the 8 order...don't worry about it

I now know how I want to end Eros destroying the multiverse

Tell me what you want to see more of or want Eros to do. 

any ideas for the story...any suggestions. Oh and not just rewrite the previous chapters or something...

Eros the god of Lust is a primeval god whose mischievous meddling in the affairs of gods and mortals caused bonds of love to form and drama to unfold.

Feeling frustrated over being with a single wife he begins to make mistakes till the gods are pissed off 

One thing led to another and Zeus gave him the power Dimensional travel.  (the gods wanted him to leave and never come back.) 

Eros will travel to many worlds not caring about the plot or fate of the universe. (not that he knows it) even if the guy is 'heavens child' (plot armor) he might still take his girl. 

First world- SAO

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Even if she had the money to pick it up in the bookstore, she might not be able to choose a book that suited her so well.
When Qiao Nan reached home, Qiao Dongliang and Ding Jiayi were already around. Qiao Nan put away her school bag. She saw that Ding Jiayi had a look of excitement on her face, both eyes were as bright as the daylight - did she pick up some money from the streets?
"Zijin is so capable. A prominent school lives up to its name. The High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China is excellent. I feel that I have made the best decision in my life by admitting her into the school."
"It's not bad. Have you gotten someone to bring the money over to Zijin?" Qiao Dongliang was all smiles too, with a expression full of glory."Zijin is not at home, today, you should prepare a good meal too, we can celebrate." 
The elder daughter was so capable, Qiao Dongliang was really pleased.
"Fine!" Ding Jiayi agreed without any hesitation."Good food today all thanks to Zijin."
While saying that, Ding Jiayi shifted her glance to Qiao Nan, if not for the sake of celebrating for Zijin, she also did not wish to prepare a good meal when Zijin was away and benefit the wretched girl. 
"Nan Nan is back." Qiao Dongliang, who was in a good mood, saw everything positively. "Nan Nan, Zijin got a place to participate in the provincial city essay writing competition. Your sister has really improved." 
"Provincial city essay writing competition?" Having heard this, Qiao Nan raised her eyebrows. Such a coincidence?
But, with Qiao Zijin's essay, was she qualified to join the competition?
"Yes, Nan Nan, when you study in the senior high school, like Zijin, you will also have the opportunity to participate in the Provincial city essay writing competition." At the thought that the younger daughter's grades were better, Qiao Dongliang believed that she would certainly have the chance to do so in future.
"Old Qiao, you don't need to give Qiao Nan so much pressure, can any Tom, Dick and Harry take part in the provincial city composition competition? Zijin asked someone to passed the message that the whole school only sent 10 people. One out of 10, there are so many students in the school, and all these are good students. Zijin has done us proud!" Ding Jiayi became more excited as she continued. "You used to control Zijin. Zijin told me that, putting the storyline aside, the writing in the novels that she read previously is good. Reading more will help greatly in essay writing. You see, Zijin did not waste money or read the books without giving any thoughts. She had a reason for reading those books."
While drinking her water, Qiao Nan casually asked, "Dad, when is Sister going to the competition?" 
"Your sister will not be back next week, she has to stay in the school for training because the essay writing competition is on the weekend of the week after next."
"Oh, same for me too."
"Same?" Qiao Dongliang blinked his eyes. "Nan Nan, you are also joining the competition?"
"Yes."
"What yes, Zijin is participating in the provincial city essay competition, how can it be the same?" Ding Jiayi casted an unhappy look at Qiao Nan.
"I am also joining the competition, and at the same timing as Sister, that's why I said it's a coincidence."
Qiao Nan's words should be good news for the family, but at that moment, the smiles on the faces of Qiao Dongliang and Ding Jiayi were frozen for a while.
Qiao Dongliang was happy, but at this moment he had further thoughts.
Qiao Zijin was able to participate in the competition and would not be coming home next week. She specially asked someone to sent a message to request money from the Qiao couple to buy an essay writing book to read.
When the child has progressed in her learning, performed well, and wanted to buy a decent and proper essay writing book, there was no reason for the parent to reject this request.
So, Qiao Dongliang and Ding Jiayi had come up with 10 yuan and asked the messenger to pass it to Qiao Zijin.
There comes the problem. Both daughters would be joining the competition. He had given the elder daughter 10 yuan to purchase learning materials, it would be unfair not to give the same to his younger daughter? 
Qiao Dongliang, who always like to advocate "Fairness, Justice, and Transparency", was hesitating as he thought about the amount of money in his pocket.
There was famine in the family, and without savings, Qiao Dongliang did not feel assured and had been finding ways to save up a little here and there.
The 10 yuan earlier was already an extra expense. If he had to give away another 10 yuan, that would be really hard.
If he did not give, Qiao Dongliang felt bad about being biased, but if he give, that would be too much expenditure. Qiao Dongliang was feeling the pinch.
Ding Jiayi quickly pulled Qiao Dongliang. Qiao Nan was not at home, and was not aware that they had given 10 yuan to Qiao Zijin. "That's a good thing, I am going to prepare dinner, you may return to your room quickly to read your books."
For the first time, Ding Jiayi was so willing to watch Qiao Nan go to her room without helping in any household chores and read her own books.
"Yes." Qiao Nan replied with a word and went to her room, while carrying her schoolbag.
Before the couple could breathe a sigh of relief, at the moment where Qiao Nan opened the door of her room, she turned her head and asked. "Sister will be joining the competition, did you all give her money to buy the learning materials?"
Ding Jiayi's smiling face turned stiff at that instant.
Qiao Dongliang was full of embarrassment. He already said, he could not let his child suffer no matter how poor he was or how hard he had to work. Qiao Dongliang bit his tongue and reached into the pocket of his trousers. "Yes, I just asked someone to bring 10 yuan for your sister. Qiao Nan, come, take this 10 yuan. If you need any learning materials, go and buy. It is rare to have this opportunity, we have to cherish this." 
Ding Jiayi wanted to open her mouth to shout when she heard that they were also giving 10 yuan to Qiao Nan.
Qiao Dongliang glared at Ding Jiayi. "If you are not willing to, sure, I will make a trip to Zijin's school later and retrieve that 10 yuan?" 
"Is it the same, Zijin is in senior high school and the materials are expensive. 10 yuan is fine. But she is only in junior high school, and joining different competitions, not together. Can't you just give her a few yuan?" Ding Jiayi was making a lot of noise.
"Why don't you just give one or two cents?" Qiao Dongliang rolled her eyes at Ding Jiayi. "Equal treatment, if Zijin gets 10 yuan, of course Qiao Nan should also get 10 yuan. This matter is decided. Nan Nan, take the money!"
Looking at the 10 yuan that was forced into her hands, Qiao Nan initially felt bad but she felt more at ease now.
At least her father tried his best to be fair to both Qiao Zijin and her.
"Dad, I don't need it. Sister bought so many essay writing books. If I really need it, I will read hers. But next week when we are at the competition outside, 10 yuan is not necessary, but you still need to give me two yuan. I can't possibly let the teachers treat me to the meals." After returning Qiao Dongliang 10 yuan, Qiao Nan separately asked for the money.
Qiao Nan's words made Qiao Dongliang felt quite bad. The elder daughter had so many revision materials. In his impression, the younger daughter had never bought any.
Fairness, the family had never been fair.
But he had no choice. Zijin would be taking in a son-in-law in future. The child of Zijin would bear the surname of Qiao. If he could treat Nan Nan better, he would try his best to do so. "Fine, here's three yuan. Keep it." 


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

<Thank You>
 
Well first I thank all of you who read After School Tuition Centre, I know I know everyone thank their readers. Well if you wrote a novel and no one read, vote for it, or add it into their collection will you still want to write?
 
If yes then you are a God, bye bye you can go now. If no then…thank everyone who has supported you all this time.
 
I also want to thank my friends who unknowingly became my lab rats, for quite some time I let them react to the first few ASTC.
 
Well I did not let them know I was writing a novel at the busiest year of our lives, instead I told them stories about the chapters and ask them is it funny?
 
Thank guys…
 
<Inspiration>
 
When I first started ASTC, I read a manga called Grand Blue. It was one of the reasons why I wanted to write ASTC, other than that there was also a song called Gag by Hoshino Gen.
 
Without Gag ASTC first few moments will never occur in my mind and the web novel might never be written.
 
Then there was Giddens, his During Class Don't series is why my writing style turned like this. Yes, he taught me this hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
 
But the biggest inspiration of them all is actually my friends that I go to tuition with.
 
<Background>
 
Since I was young I was considered one of the rare Asians who don't need to go to tuition the moment you could start speaking (my sister not so lucky). It was until I was form 4, the same time where ASTC started that I went to tuition for the first time in my life and that tuition centre I went to became After School Tuition Centre. (From now on I will be referring to the tuition centre I went to as After School Tuition Centre.)
 
But that isn't the first time I went to After School Tuition Centre, when I was a kid I followed my sister to send her of for her first day at After School Tuition Centre. Little did I know years later I would come back there and write a novel about my days there.
 
Not everything is perfect, during my first year I hated it there. I did not attended the tuition centre on day one, instead I went there around august which is really really late. Everyone already know each other and I turned into the lonely kid, and dumb me decided to forget to bring my calculator to class. (You ever tried to do physics without a calculator? Don't). And then yours truly place his add maths classes after his physics classes.
 
By that point I already felt like shit and just wanted to get this over with, I just sat down and starred at the teacher. (Really nice guy by the way.) And then a friend of mine that I have known since primary school walked in, I do not know that he was attending tuition there. If I did not decided to place all my classes in one day because I was lazy, ASTC would not exist because he then told me that there are others attending tuition on another day, Monday and Friday was the only day that no one from my will be there. I unknowingly picked the short end of the stick. (I blame add maths for this, two classes per week and both of them are during Thursday and Friday.)
 
So I stayed for the rest of the year and things turned from bad to okay, but it was the second year I was there that changed everything.
 
Five guys from the same school, one table and one crazy teacher. So one day I thought to myself, since I don't feel like writing The Damn Hunter might as well write a new novel. (Totally forgot there was a girl, but our tuition centre did not allow girls and boys to sit together unless if it is a punishment. Plus she always sat behind us and I don't grow eyes on my back.)
 
You all know about the sudden hiatus of ASTC right? If you don't during July ASTC stopped updating and there were two reasons for that. The first is a burnout from me and the second is one of the guys left, he changed his class to another day so he could see a girl he likes. (The girl did not know about him…but I respected that and sometimes he showed up with us occasionally)
 
And that is how ASTC was born. No one knows about this novel, and their personalities and names are changed. A good portion of the events are true and was used as an idea for ASTC chapter.
 
I also used another version of ASTC pilot for my SPM essay, all I can say is the person who marked my paper is a true man of culture. (Including the person who marked my 1119 paper, I don't know why you give ASTC 2A, but I still think that the score is too high. XD)
 
<Advice>
 
I know some of you younger ones reading this might hate this, but if you read this during 2020 and you are 20 years old then you are the old guy here.
 
If you are still in school, treasure every moment with your friends. You will miss them, you might not now but you will soon after you graduate. I was lucky enough to go on a trip with my friends( Not the ones from the tuition centre)and have a fun time at CF that year.
 
Other than that, don't create impossible deadlines for yourself. I mentioned that ASTC went into hiatus and one of the reasons is burnout, during a two week school holiday I decided to finish ASTC. To finish writing a whole novel in two weeks seems easy, especially for ASTC because the number of words rarely exceeded 800, but in one week I wrote 40+ chapters and decided to stop writing and just study the holiday away.
 
I hated ASTC during that time, I truly hated this novel. Plus the bad collections, views and power stones vote did not really help much.
 
After that one week, I kept on calculating how much longer till I reach my deadline and let me tell you something. 
 
The deadline is on September of 2019, it is almost the end of June 2020 (I finished the novel during June and finish publishing during July).
 
If it is a deadline made by your boss then follow it, you don't have much choice. But if it is your own deadline, then forget about it and never force yourself to chase time until you die.
 
<What will happen next?>
 
For starters I will take a break, I just finished Two Stack: A DOTA2 Story and immediately started writing ASTC. I don't know how long my break will last, but I don't think it will be that long.
 
For ASTC, this isn't a true end. ASTC is a part of the series I called the real life series which includes Two Stack and love between musicians, but the end of ASTC will mark a hiatus for the real life series for some time. ASTC will get occasional extra chapters, some that are already planned and some for example A Normal First Day was created by for other purposes but was not used.
 
For those readers who like all my work (I know you don't exist, if you do message me.) The Damn Hunter will come back for a while. While we are talking, a chapter has been released and the details for the release rate is written in the author's note.
 
If you really like my comedy, I think you could guess what I'm going to do next. I will be writing my next comedy will I'm working on two other novels, so don't really have your hopes up.
 
I would be attending university during September so I don't know how much longer I could write. But I hope that I could keep on continue writing and tell the stories that I want to tell.
 
<The End>
 
Thank you for reading After School Tuition Centre.
 
If you are interested in my other words just click on my profile. (Just don't click Path To The Top, God of Sabers or Love Between Musicians.)
 
Goodbye and enjoy the extra chapters of After School Tuition Centre.

Ahh! 

School had ended and it is time to go home and relax... 

Who am I lying to? I have tuition after school every day, being forced to learn some useless facts with a bunch of idiots with the risk of being killed by a back scratcher.

You don't know what tuition is?

Count yourself lucky, but if you are curious…

Come and join a colourful cast of characters as they give you the most inaccurate representation of what a tuition center is!

An adventure filled with laughs, love, friendships, perverts, and stupidity. Not so sure about the friendship and love part, but the stupidity and perverts are one hundred percent correct!

Writing means to mean everything. Writing is how I express myself and how I can tell people about my life without hurting anyone else. I began writing in middle school when I was struggling a lot and then in high school. I am not myself without my writing. Now that I am a mother and a wife writing and crocheting is my outlet to the world around me and what is happening. I'm not a person who can speak their mind unless it's on paper and I am nowhere to be seen. I absolutely hate conflicts so hiding behind a book, crocheting, and my writing is the only way I can keep myself inline and not scared. That is what writing means to me. What does writing mean to you? If you have a hard situation that you are going through or went through then writing about; even if that means turning it fiction by changing the names of the people and adding to it, helps you get through life. Absolutely don't hold yourself back from expressing yourself. 

Hi everyone! I use the name Li or Yi Wei. I don't have experience writing nor am I good at writing or English in general even though I am based in the United States. I like writing (these type of stories especially) stories that I think of writing after reading web novels so I decided to take a break from school and stress and when I have time to write a chapter or two. I hope you'll enjoy my books. Its inevitable that I'll make grammar mistakes or mistakes in general because I'm still in school so please bare with me. I hope you'll enjoy my book so sit back and enjoy. Please also remember that I cannot post chapters super frequently since I have school work and such.

- Li (Yi Wei)

Li Xiu Ying, 26, is the daughter of Li Wei, the former CEO of the Li Empire which specialized in military equipment and secret intel groups and that sort of business but also has subsidiary groups that do other fields of business [i.e: technology, medical/health, etc] (Xiu Ying is now the CEO). She is known as a kind and gentle person but merciless and ruthless with her enemies. Wang Yang, age 28, is the eldest son in the Wang family. He made his business from scratch with his family’s support and help called Wang Enterprise specializing in a bit of everything from medicine to technology. He is known as cold and heartless even to his family with exception to his parents and sister. Though his family is one of the top families in China, he wanted to be in a different field of business and deal with a bit of everything and not just the medical field. Both are also known for their beauty, Ying’s for her alluring yet elegant looks and Yang for his classic, elegant and fitness. They met during a party, and fate kept pulling them together. Later, he dotes on Ying more than his own family. They are childhood friends but they had to be separated because certain things happened…

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TLDR: I will be taking a break for around a week due to my school assignments/examinations coming up and will remain posting on 30th July 2018. For my new Webnovel viewers, I wouldn't mind you not voting for me using your power stones next week since I won't be posting for that week!

Hi! For my QI readers, I realised that you didn't get to read how I started writing Spirit Immortal. So below is a short description of myself!


Background about myself and inspirations for writing Spirit Immortal
Currently, I am a university undergraduate, and I have been reading fiction for years. I first got into reading fiction because of anime. Initially, I was a pure anime/manga fan. But I then found out about the existence of light novels. Light novels were far ahead from the existing anime, so I started to binge read translated volumes on Baka-Tsuki. It became somewhat of a drug to me. I kept reading and eventually, fictions had become part of my daily life. However, everything changed when the Yen Press attacked… Suddenly, many of my favourite novels disappeared, and less and less light novel translations surfaced. 

Finding myself in a severe deficit of fictions to read, I found something called Novelupdates. Every few minutes, there was a new novel chapter being released. I was overjoyed. Finally, I was able to satisfy my daily fiction needs. That was how I got into wuxia/xianxia novels. Being ethnically Chinese and fluent in both English and Chinese, there was a great allure for me in these stories. When I was younger, I would frequently watch The Legend of the Condor Heroes and many what we call "wuxia xiaoshuo." So seeing that the traditional stories blend with modern themes was somewhat shocking to me. To think that such a part of the internet existed!

So I started reading a lot of wuxia/xianxia stories. I remember the early days of Coiling Dragon and Stellar Transformations. The friendly competition between Gravitytales and Wuxiaworld. But one day, I encountered Doulou Dalu. For those who have not noticed, Spirit Immortal's cultivation system is inspired by this very novel. The reason being, it was the only cultivation system that I could actually follow. It's a very simplistic system, rank 1-100. The other Wuxia novels cultivation systems confused the heck out of me. However, worry not, Spirit Immortal is not a fanfiction of Doulou Dalu. In fact, other than the cultivation levels, they are nothing alike.

For a while, Doulou Dalu was my favourite novel. To a certain extent, it still is my favourite translated wuxia/xianxia novel. But I started feeling bored. Every single book that I read followed the same format. And after many disappointing stories, I thought to myself… Hey, I could just write something I like!

Thus, the idea of Spirit Immortal started germinating in my mind. It took me over five months to finish plotting the major arcs, characters and finally the ending before I started typing my first word. Majority of the reason why it took so long for me to start writing this story is because of my procrastination and school. Additionally, I didn't know if the story was going to be well received. But eventually, I steeled my mind and said: "Whatever, as long as I am satisfied with the story, who cares?"

So yeah, currently the number one fan of Spirit Immortal is myself, and I can't wait to put the entire story I have in my head into words for all of you to read. It will take time though, so do stick around!


Issues I have had when writing Book Two
I have realised that many of you were unsatisfied with the pace of the story, saying that it is too slow and whatnot. And guess what, I agree! I have been putting the character and world development at the forefront of my story thus slowing down the story progression, However, fret not, now that the first two books are completed, the story progression would begin to expedite as I believe that I have sufficiently developed my characters!

I'm trying to be more descriptive in my writing but that is still a work in progress. Perhaps it would be the greatest hurdle for me but rest assured, I will try my best!

Another major issue I had was time management. I started writing Spirit Immortal during my semester break where I had plenty of time. I even managed to complete Book 1 during that break itself! However, once school started, I had to figure out a way to balance work, personal life and writing Spirit Immortal. There were some days where I only had three hours to efficiently write, proofread and edit my chapter before I deemed it ready to be published. Hence, there might be times where my writing quality dropped slightly but I'm trying my best to ensure that I retain and even improve on my writing quality, so please be patient with me on that one.


Future of Spirit Immortal
Once my semester break hits once more, I will be sitting myself down in order to write as many chapters as I can. Perhaps, eventually, I will take the road of creating a ******* account to allow you guys to read advance chapters and at the same time, give myself some funding to weather through the school days. 

So yeah, I can't thank you guys enough for continuing to stick with me as I continue to write Spirit Immortal. I hope that I will be able to deliver the satisfying fiction that I have conjured up and brought you as much enjoyment as I had in writing this story!

Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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Tags: Action, Comedy, Romance, Fantasy, Drama, Male Lead, Tragedy.

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After English class was over, I waited until almost everybody except the two nice people I met earlier left the classroom before gathering my things, and making my way to my next class. 

    After most of the class had gone, I got out of my seat and started gathering my books. As I stuffed my navy-blue sketch pad into my backpack, I began to remember the day it was given to me. It was before I had started school. Before my parents started wishing I had never been born….. Before I stopped speaking. 

    It was my fourth birthday when I recieved my sketch pad. I had so many presents, but the one that stuck out to me most was a medium sized box neatly wrapped in light-purple wrapping-paper, and topped with a silver bow. Back then light purple was my favorite color. And silver things fascinated me.

    "Which present do you want first princess lamia?" My father asked, in an affectinat tone. 

    I immediately pointed to the present I had been eyeing. I always loved drawing and coloring, so it was no suprise that my parents had gotten me the sketch pad I had been asking for all year long.

    "Thank you Mommy and Daddy!" I cried out, almost to the point of tears. 

    "Oh baby girl, your welcome. Mommy and Daddy love you so much!" My parents said in unison. 
    
     That was one of my favorite memories. But that memory brought me more pain then any other memory I had. It reminded me of how things were before I started school. My parents loved me then, and it hurt me deeply to know that if I would have been more like my sister my parents would still love me. 
    
     Suddenly I saw Malachi's hand reach and grab one of my books and place it in my backpack. This pulled me out of my happy yet painful memory. Following shortly after Malachi's hand, another hand, the hand of my protector, as she had proven to be grabbed one of my books and placed it in my backpack. 


   "Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself before Lamia. My name is Melanie Smith, it's very nice to meet you. And as you already know, thanks to his late entry, this is my friend Malachi." She said, then looking at Malachi stuck her tongue out at him.


   Malachi's quickly sprang from his mouth. 


    "At least I didn't trip, crash into a desk, spill a young ladies drink on her, and headbutt her while trying to pick up her books the first day I came to school. Like someone I know." 

     Melanie stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes in response.


   "So Lamia, are you on the messaging app Propsite? If you are, I can message you when we are not at school. And if we ever get teamed up for an assignment, we can work on it while we are at our houses."  

   Melanie asked, with such excitement you'd think I had just promised to give her a puppy. 

     
    "For your sake Lamia, I will try my best to make sure you are never stuck working with her." Malachi said, looking at Melanie while sticking his tongue out. 


    As I watched Malachi and Melanie pick on each other, I realized I hadn't laughed this much in a very long time. 

  
   "No, b-but I don't mind d-downloading it on my ph-phone." I answered, laughing slightly and trying my best not to stutter. 

  
    "OK. That sounds great, I'll write down my information so you can contact me when you download it." Melanie responded, as she took a piece of paper and a pen from her backpack.. 

    After writing down her information, she handed the pen to Malachi. 

 
    "Malachi you have Propsite too, right?" She inquired, with a mischievous grin on her face. I had the feeling she was up to something, but I wasn't sure what it was yet.


     "Yes, I do. I'll write my information down for you as well Lamia. You may contact me whenever you like." He said softly, not taking his eyes off me until he  grabbed the pen from Melanie's hand. 

     
     "T-thank you M-Malachi." I stuttered. 


    It was embarrassing to stutter, but even more when in front of Malachi. It seemed as though the room had been turned into a huge oven, it was so hot.        

    
     With a little bit of a giggle, he looked up at me with his beautiful eyes. "No problem." 

 
      I couldn't help but blush when I thought of how silly I must have sounded to both of them. It's not easy making a good first impression when you stutter like Porky the Pig.


     "Welp, I better get to Math class." With a groan, Melanie ran to her locker and on to Math class. 


      There I was, in the English room with the most handsome boy in the whole class. I felt as though I was melting. 

 
      "So, where did you go to school before this?" He asked, still writing down his information. 

  
      "M-Maryville city S-school." I replied slowly, in an atempt to avoid stuttering. 


      "How did you like it there?" He asked, still writing down his information for me.

   
      As his questioning went on, I began to feel less nervous. I was still stuttering a little but not near as much as I had been. Malachi seemed to have a way of calming my nerves, just as Melanie did, but in a more quiet way.


     "It was nice, b-but loud." I said, looking at his eyes, which seemed glued to the piece of paper he was writing on.

    
      As he finished writing, he gave me the piece of paper he had been writing on, and went to his desk to grab his own backpack. 

         
      "Well, since we have the same class next, do you want to walk with me to my locker? Then we will make our way to class." 

    
       I was so happy he asked me, nobody at my last school ever wanted anything to do with me cause I was the weird quiet girl. Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed my backpack and with a stutter accepted his invitation to walk with him. 

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