This is based on real stories happened when I was a kid.

Before getting off work.

Zhao Guozhou called Zhang Ye into his office, "Little Zhang, now that it's just the two of us, I want to have a nice chat with you." He said earnestly, "You were brought in by me. The facts have proven that I was not wrong. Your ability has been acknowledged by everyone. You have also gained the recognition of the listeners. However, humans are not lone individuals in this society. You need to eat, you need to survive, you need to cater to others, you need to be tactful. The station had planned the case regarding "Ghost Blows Out the Light" for a very long time. It had even established a special small planning team for it. Just because of one simple word from you of not selling, all the plans the station’s management had gone up into smoke. How could the station not be angry about this? Me suppressing you a bit this time was beyond my control. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Zhang Ye said with a deadpan expression.

"That's good, then about the copyright..." Zhao Guozhou persuaded.

Zhang Ye said without hesitation, "Not selling."

Zhao Guozhou turned mad again, "You really can't give me peace of mind!"

Zhang Ye also said his heartfelt feelings, "Director Zhao, I know you greatly appreciated me. Back then it was you who took me in despite my looks. For this favor, I'll remember you for life. I know the station is repressing me, so it's fine no matter how you treat me. However, about the copyright, I will say that same line forever - not selling!"

"You are willing to not go on a segment in the future?" Zhao Guozhou asked as he worried over his talent.

Zhang Ye said, "I still have a segment now. I will pull it up!"

Zhao Guozhou knocked on the form on his table, "The afternoon listenership rates have been handed out. Although it will only be announced tomorrow, I shall take this opportunity to tell you that ‘Old and Young Story Club’ is still in last place. This segment cannot be pulled up. It's useless, no matter who it is. Your talent should be placed on a bigger stage, but why are you so stubborn? You...Hai, forget it. Go back."

Lining the bottom once again?

Really can't be pulled up?

Zhang Ye refused to believe that it was so. If two episodes weren't enough, he would record a third. If the third recording wasn't enough, he would record a fourth. He still had three days’ time. It was still possible for him to turn the situation around!

...

The sky still was bright, even after he returned home.

The rental apartment was quiet and lonely. It was like his current situation.

Zhang Ye switched on the computer as he absent-mindedly read the news. After some analysis, he realized that the reason why the ratings had not been pulled up was not the fault of the story. How could "Snow White" and "The Emperor's New Clothes" have a problem? They were the classic fairy tales out of the classics fairy tales from his world. The reason was apparently due to inertia. There were not that many people listening to this segment. New listeners were already completely disappointed with the present fairy tales, or they were sick of them. There was no habit to even listen in. There would not be any fresh blood being injected, so it would only be odd if the listenership rates could be high!

How was he to attract new listeners?

He felt that he needed an opportunity; otherwise, it would be very difficult!

Zhang Ye left his mouse as he switched on television, planning to watch the News Channel. As someone working in the media industry, watching the news was part and parcel of one's daily work.

"Today, another heinous case of a missing child happened in the capital. In a small district near to Cheng Nan Jia Yuan, four-year-old Wen Wen was left alone at home with his parents at work. According to police investigations and analysis of closed-circuit TV footage, Wen Wen had opened the door to a male stranger around the age of 35. It is unknown what method this person used to gain Wen Wen's trust. Not only did he bring away Wen Wen, he had taken several valuables in the house. According to the closed-circuit TV footage, Wen Wen apparently was not crying. Currently, the police are using all their efforts to take in criminal suspects. This is the picture of the suspect taken from the closed-circuit TV. If anyone sees this suspect, please immediately contact the number shown on your screen!" The Central TV's News Channel's female anchorwoman said solemnly with a tinge of anger.

Next were street and school interviews.

A woman holding a vegetable basket said to the reporter, "This is already the fourth time a child has been abducted from home this month, right? It's so depraved! These people should be shot to death!"

An old man said, "Why do these sort of things keep happening? Why would a child open the door to a stranger? I think it's a problem with our education!"

At a particular kindergarten, the reporter interviewed at a promotional event held in the school. There were many people gathered in the school field. There were teachers, older students and parents.

"Little friends, remember that when you are alone at home, you must never open the door to strangers. Did you hear that?"

"Heard that!"

"Can you remember?"

"Yes!"

The screen switched back to the studio. The female anchor said, "Actually, the instructions of never to open the door to a stranger has been repeated countless numbers of times in the children education system. All the children know this, but when they meet strangers who claim to be "Mommy's" or "Daddy's" colleague, they will still open the door. This is the fourth time that it has happened this month. I do not know what has gone wrong in our education system. 

Maybe we should use a teaching method more suitable for children to tell them this. It should not be something repeated to them in a dogmatic manner. Children have their children's way of thinking and their own world. The way we indoctrinate them with ideas might not be something they can understand. Hence, a week ago, Beijing's Education Ministry has led the way by organizing the historically largest fairy tale essay competition event. The name is "Fairy Tale Essays Collection for Not Opening the Door to Strangers", The goal is to use these fairy tales to caution children in a fun and educative manner, so as to let children genuinely realize how to protect themselves."

Fairy Tale Essays Collection?

Zhang Ye immediately had a feeling. Here came an opportunity!

But the next thing the female anchor said made him disappointed, "Submissions began last week and the deadline is at midnight, tonight. During this period, the education ministry has allowed people to vote as a fair way to choose the number one story. From that, kindergarten and elementary schools or other child care groups will receive large-scale promotions!"

It was already 7+ P.M.!

There was less than five hours left?

Zhang Ye switched off the television and hurriedly opened the Beijing's Education Ministry's specially created essay website. There were many publicity pictures on it. They were filled with pictures of children that had gone missing in Beijing. Their smiling faces, their pictures of their lives and the crying expressions of the parents whose children had gone missing. There was only one slogan: Please use your words to help children. Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye's heart felt heavy, as if he felt suffocated. He was planning to look for an opportunity to improve the segment's ratings. But upon seeing that the deadline was at midnight, Zhang Ye knew that it was impossible. Others had accumulated a full week of votes, so how could he exceed them within just a few hours? However, when he followed the stories of how children were abducted, Zhang Ye felt that he had to write something. It had nothing to do with his segment, nor did it have to do with anything else. He just wanted to contribute a portion of his strength!

So what if he did not succeed?

It was enough, as long as he did something!

...

As this matter caused quite a commotion in society, people on the streets, in public transport, on the internet and those interacting with online media were all reflecting and discussing about it. It could be considered a hot topic amongst all the citizens. Anything that was child-related would forever be something that grabbed the hearts of people. Hence, this continuous outbreak of heinous crimes had caused great concern for society. As such, this fairy tale essay competition had become abnormally well-received. Many people published their stories.

The most famous one was by Tao Xueru, the highest-paid female children's fairy tale author in the country. 

Secondly, there was Little Red Mushroom. It was a stage name. She, too, was a female children's fairy tale author. The sales of her books were inferior to Tao Xueru, but the most famous fairy tale in the country was hers.

The both of them were practically propping up about half of the children's fairy tale industry in the country.

There were other children's literature authors. Many authors of fairy tales that people were familiar with when they were young had submitted their stories to the essay competition.

The ranking was as follows.

Little Red Mushroom: 28,018 votes.

Tao Xueru: 24,311 votes.

Old Lee: 17,223 votes.

Zhang Qiang: 16,976 votes.

For the story competition, the authors who submitted their works would show their verified status. For example, Little Red Mushroom and company all had their verified status. Zhang Qiang, who was ranked at fourth place, was a children's literature author. Only Old Lee, who was in third place, was not in the industry. In his verification status, there was written "Office Employee".

Zhang Ye flipped through the stories. Ever since the world changed into a different world, Zhang Ye always had a feeling of looking down upon others. However, when he looked at the top ranking stories, he was quite impressed. They were worthy of being the top figures in the field of children's literature. They were well written, especially Little Red Mushroom's children story that was ranked first. Even if it was brought to Zhang Ye's world, it was a high-quality fairy tale that could be remade into an animation.

However, it was still lacking slightly. It was not that the story was poor, but it was because the story was slightly complex. After all, the target audience of a fairy tale to warn children not to open a door to a stranger was definitely very young. One could not expect them to understand things that were too complicated. Little Red Mushroom's story was 8,000 thousand words long. So although it was really good, there were too many characters. Zhang Ye suspected that children would not be able to finish reading it properly.

The further he went down the ranks, the more horrible the stories became.

Ignoring those who were not professional authors, some of those with verification statuses were children's literature authors. How could they write such a mess? These stories all had a serious problem. Either they were so childish that even children themselves would find it childish, or they were too mature, where the entire story was written according to an adult's way of thinking. How could these be shown to children?

None of them could work!

All of the stories were inappropriate!

Zhang Ye pulled up his sleeves and got to work. He felt that he had a story that was extremely appropriate. It was also a story gathered out of the overall essence from his world. It would be perfect if used in this essay competition. There was no other story that was better than that one.

Zhang Ye first used his Weibo's information to gain the recognition on the education website. After obtaining his verification, Zhang Ye began typing. He clacked away before uploading it!

The story's name: "Little Bunnies Be Good".

Mommy Bunny had three children. One was called Little Red Eyes, one was called Long Ears, and one was called Stumpy Tail.

One day, Mommy Bunny said to her children, "Mommy is going to the fields to pick carrots. Watch the house and close the door. Don't open the door to anyone; open the door only when Mommy comes."

Mommy Bunny carried her basket and walked towards the fields. The Little Bunnies remembered Mommy's words and locked the door well.

Later on, the Big Bad Wolf came. He wanted to enter the Little Bunnies' house, but the door was tightly closed by the Little Bunnies, so he could not enter!

The Big Bad Wolf sat by the Little Bunnies' door. He narrowed his eyes and thought of a bad idea. Suddenly, he saw Mommy Bunny return. He quickly ran and hid behind a large tree.

Mommy Bunny came to the door. She pushed the door but the door was tightly closed. As she knocked, she sang, "Little Bunnies be good; open the door! Come, open it quickly; I want to come in."


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

The stone in my hand trembled like it was alive.

[You have acquired a new story!]

[The story 'The Stone and I' wants to continue.]

It was a first for me. I just touched the stone and a story occurred? There were all sorts of complicated hypotheses in my head but I didn't have an answer.

[The probability of the first generation is around you.]

[Currently, the Fourth Wall is in a very thin state.]

The only doubts were these two system messages. Yoo Hosung stared at me with suspicious eyes. "I see, you are a reincarnator. Is that right?"
I
t seemed he had the wrong hypothesis about me.

"Were you stoned to death in your previous life? That's why the stone is..."

"No."

"Oh, you're a stone head. That's why the stone―"

I picked up a branch thrown by Yoo Hosung.

[The material of the story is sensitive to you.]

[The story 'Kim Dokja Likes a Branch' has begun!]

I glanced towards the dazed Yoo Hosung who had a gaping mouth. "I'm afraid that my head isn't that bad."

By my side, Lee Jihye glared at me. Yoo Hosung shouted with wide eyes.

"H-Hold this!"

I accepted the flower that Yoo Hosung gave me.

[The story material has an affinity for you.]

[The story 'Kim Dokja with a Flower' has begun.]

Yoo Hosung continued to give me things and I accepted all of them.

[The story material has an affinity for you.]

[The story material has an affinity for you.]

My surroundings were filled with singing stones and flowers. After much agonizing, Yoo Hosung made a decision.

"...Grab me."

"Where do you mean?"

"Here, grab me here."

Yoo Hosung's eyes were blazing. I understood his anger. The 'real stories' that took 10, 100 or even 1000 years to build up were easily obtained by me... he was bound to feel like this.

"If you wish... please excuse me."

I sighed and placed a hand on Yoo Hosung's shoulder.

...Why was this small shoulder so hard?

Yoo Hosung said, "There is no change. Is it limited to inanimate objects? Hrmm..."

[The character 'Yoo Hosung' shows a small liking towards you.]

The shocked Yoo Hosung withdrew from my hand. "W-What is this?"

The next second, I heard a message in my ears.

[The story 'Person Who is Loved by All' has been acquired!]

***

It was the other residents of the village who showed interest in me while Yoo Hosung was in shock.

"It has been a long time since I've seen this crazy talent."

"Huh, this is a rare friend... did you come from the outside?"

"Are you interested in the cattle feed?"

I accepted the cattle feed that the woman gave me in a dazed mood.

Human Kim Dokja. This was the first time I received such attention in my almost 30 years of living. I... was talented?

「 (Dokja-ssi is definitely talented. You've been reading this novel for over ten years.) 」

Perhaps her librarian's work had been busy lately because Yoo Sangah sounded tired.

'Is it related to reading the novel?'

「 (I can't think of anything else but that.) 」

'This has never happened in the meantime...;

Come to think of it, that wasn't true. There were some characters who had good feelings towards me as soon as they saw me.

「 (Maybe it is because the wall is thinner?) 」

I heard Yoo Sangah's words and thought it was possible. I didn't know the exact reason but it was possible the failure of the Fourth Wall had closed the distance between the world and me. Then how far did this power apply?

Looking back, Lee Jihye seemed to have her own sense of pride as she muttered to herself while holding a branch in her hand. I poked her with my finger.

"Eek!" The startled Lee Jihye screamed. "Ahjussi, are you crazy? The finger that touched poop...!"

It didn't work. Now, let's see...

I poked the shoulder of Cheok Jungyeong sitting next to me. 

"Is this a challenge?"

"That's not it."

...This didn't work either. Then what were the principles behind it? No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't figure out how my talent worked.

"It is really fucking talent. I can't explain it any other way."

The one who spoke with Yoo Hosung, who had been preoccupied with his thoughts for a long time.
Ferocious anger was seething on his face.

Yoo Hosung approached me with a child's stride. "You might not know but I hate strange fates the most. In particular, I hate those like you who don't try hard and easily obtain something.

One Invincible Fist Yoo Hosung was such a person. He liked people with a persistent spirit and cared for those who strove to overcome their insurmountable talent. In Yoo Hosung's eyes, a man like me was a criminal who would destroy the first generation with talent.

"For the first time today, I am going to break my belief."

Huh?

"I will teach you Story Control."

***

I didn't know why Yoo Hosung changed his mind. The only certainty was that he discovered some possibilities from me. As if to leave a lifelong disciple, Yoo Hosung troubled me day and night.

"Phenomena and truth aren't the same. Using a story properly means understanding its language."

"Solid ground is needed to leap into abstraction. That is the details of the stories you have built up."

...Etc. There were so many ghostly words that I thought it would be better to read Ways of Survival again.

I ate a tangerine that the villagers gave me and thought hard about it.

"Stupid guy. It is a face that doesn't understand anything."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't try to understand it if you don't know. Not everyone will learn control in the same way."

"What are you saying?"

It was like I was struck.

"It is your problem from the beginning.  You lack respect for the elderly."

"..."

"You must learn how to listen first."

"I don't think I can listen better than this."

"I'm telling you to listen to the words of your story!"

...Words of the story? Was this mentioned in Ways of Survival?

"You already have the talent to communicate with stories. It is the talent to listen to their emotions and words."

It was true. I didn't know when but I was able to read the stories, just like they were people. 

"However, I want to control the stories, not chat."

"The stories aren't controllable."

The one saying this was the person who taught the method to control stories.

"Can you control your thoughts?"

"Of course I can..."

"Then don't think of anything for five minutes."

I nodded as if it was easy. Don't think, don't think...

Damn, I was thinking 'don't think'. I tried hard to escape my thoughts but it wasn't easy.

In five minutes, many things passed through my head. For example, the probability of Yoo Jonghyuk becoming a girl and killing the demon kings or Han Sooyoung suffering from an unknown delirium declaring, "I'm sorry for plagiarizing Kim Dokja at the time"...

I raised both hands and surrendered. "...I can't do it."

"You're a fool."

[The story 'Demon King of Salvation' is laughing at you.]

"This is what you have to do from today. Listen to the words of the story."

"But..."

"Don't be afraid. No matter how big the story, they are stories that you gained."

Turning away, Yoo Hosung looked like a teacher for the first time.

"A story can dominate us but sometimes it tells us the way."

From that day on, I started practicing Story Control. To be precise, it was practice to hear the voices of the story more accurately.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is annoyed by your interest.]

The stories were unfamiliar to me but after a day or two, they started to gradually open up. I listened to the voices of the stories that had refrained from expressing their emotions so far.

[The story 'King of a Kingless World' says it was very happy at the time.]

The stories told their tales and I heard them. The stories became the memories we accumulated.

The feeling of pleasure as the Four Yin Demonic Beheading Sword broke the Absolute Throne. Yes, I really enjoyed it. It was because this was my first story.

[The story 'Person who Opposes the Miracle' says the returnee was really troublesome.

That's right, the Myung Ilsang bastard was really tricky. I fought with Yoo Jonghyuk and Han Sooyoung and still almost died.

[The story 'One Who Hunted the King of Disasters' misses the taste of the snake wine.]

[The story 'One Who Killed an Outer God' is asking you to remember.]

Every time I heard these words, I was immersed in my memories. On the other hand, it was hard to suppress the urgency if I delayed here for too long.

Han Sooyoung, Yoo Jonghyuk, Anna Croft...

Those who pursued a different ending from me might already be knocking at the door of the next scenario.

[The story 'Demon King of Salvation' says you shouldn't run away anymore.]

I focused on the story again. From a certain point, the voices of the stories grew and I found it hard to distinguish between reality and the illusion. My sense of space was fading. I couldn't tell if I was in the story or if I was listening to the story in reality.

[The story 'Revolutionary of the Silver Screen' is hungry for a new revolution.]

Yes, I'm sorry. I neglected you for too long.

[The story 'Gourmet Association's Heretic' is complaining of hunger!]

[The story ' Miracle Gambler' wants another big bet.]

In between, dream-like screens passed by.

-Dokja-ssi. We almost died. Do you know?

-Ahjussi!

The voices of the party members were faintly heard from somewhere.

-...Oh, how cheap. You are training alone?

-We will learn quickly! Who can we learn from?

I had a thought while listening to those voices. If this was really a dream, it was a sweet dream.

-...Why am I not getting a story? Dokja hyung got a story from doing this.

-Get your hands off him, Lee Gilyoung.

-You stay away, Shin Yoosung.

In my dream, I heard the children muttering things like 'Ahjussi and I' or 'Dokja hyung and Lee Gilyoung'. I didn't know how they would use such stories even if they did obtain them but...

[The giant story 'Demon World's Spring' is looking at your story together.]

Why? I listened to the voices of the children and felt warm. In my dim vision, countless stories were watching the scene with me.

[The story 'Person Who is Loved by an Archangel' likes your stories.]

[The story 'King of a Kingless World' is watching the children.]

[The story 'Giant's Liberator' is looking at the party members with fond eyes.]

All the stories resembled me and I resembled all the stories. If so, that guy alone on the other side was surely part of us.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is turning away from you.]

I spoke to it. 'Stop being grumpy and come here.'

There was no answer. The one who threatened other stories with its size was turning its back to us. Its head was drooping like a child reading something.

Maybe I already knew. This was a small child immersed in its own story. Still, such stories couldn't exist alone.

I spoke carefully to its back. 'It looks interesting.'

The Torch That Swallowed the Myth looked up at me and raised its body.

「 You...! 」

The story will a very large body glared at me. Strangely, I wasn't afraid of it. This guy was a story. All stories had to flow somewhere.

'Where do you want to go?'

It couldn't easily answer my question and shut its mouth. It probably couldn't answer. I knew its heart.

'Come with me.'

「 ...To where? 」

I slowly opened my mouth and spoke. I wanted all my stories to reach ■■.

The story asked,「 What is at the end of the whole story? 」

'I don't know. Still, at least we won't be alone.'

[The story 'Hell of Eternity' is looking at you.]

After a while, I felt the stories wrapping around my fingertips. My body floating in the waves of the story gradually became heavy and I slowly opened my eyes.

I couldn't tell how much time had passed.

My legs were numb. I looked down and saw Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung leaning against them while sleeping. They weren't stories. They were children with real bodies. I lightly stroked the hair of the children.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is listening to your story.]

Finally, I was ready to leave for the next scenario.

***

At this time, the only survivor of the 331st island was moving towards the next scenario.

[You have slaughtered all participants on the island.]

[You are the only survivor of the 331st Island.]

[You are qualified to enter the following scenario.]

A black coat was flapping and the Black Demon Sword shone. Looking at the portal to the next scenario, Yoo Jonghyuk was reminded of the insidious presence he met just before coming here. The outer god in the third round whose identity was unknown.

-I can't tell you the full contents of the revelation. It is too much of a breach of probability, even for me. However, I can give this much. This way, it will be a fair fight.

He turned on the smartphone and a text file appeared.

『 Han Sooyoung - Record of the 1863rd Round (First) 』

Yoo Jonghyuk moved towards the portal while opening the first chapter of the story he didn't know.

TL Note: Due to personal reasons, I have quit and will no longer be translating Omniscient Reader. A new translator has already found so there should be no gaps in the chapters, but some terms and stuff might change.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Life never came easily for Dino.
Everything he did would 99 percent of the time fail.
Everyone he cared for would abandon him, in one way or another.
Money would pretty much run off on its own, somehow.
The only thing that came easy to Dino was dying.
But for all the times Dino died, he would never stay dead.
His death count at the time he was twenty one had already hit seven.
Doctors would always say what a miracle it was, the fact that he'd revive himself from death every single time but to Dino it was a curse.
The only peace.
The only tranquility. 
The only time he felt like everything would be okay was when he was dead, as odd as that sounds.
The quietness of death was comforting to him.
Don't get me wrong, Dino never tried to kill himself; it was just his bad luck.
Again it was due to his bad luck or just the universe hating him, he could never tell which.
The simple fact about his deaths was his heart, or more accurately a heart condition.
An exceedingly rare heart condition,
How rare you ask?
Only 1 in every 2 billion people have it.
So yeah, it was super rare and Dino was the lucky recipient.
Despite the fact that life had dealt him such a shitty hand, Dino was a good person.
Due to his condition, work wasn't exactly on the table; due to the whole dying thing.
No one would employ him.
But he'd still keep himself busy.
At care homes, helping the elderly.
At the local orphanage, teaching the older children basic maths, English and some history and geography.
For the younger children he'd read stories or make them up.
Stories of gallant heroes, god-like adventures and super powered beings from otherworld's.
It was fair to say that the children, old and young loved him but as did everyone else in his life, they would eventually leave and he'd still be stuck; never going forward or backwards.
Time rolled by.
Dino was 23.
He was still helping out at care homes and at the orphanage.
But the difference between when he was 21 and 23 was simply success.
When he was 22 he had decided to write the stories, he'd told the children over the years down into books and their success exploded.
Selling millions of copies all over the world.
Some had even been turned into movies and comics.
Gaining success similar to the marvel movies and comics.
Fanfiction had even started to be written about them, which Dino had to admit he enjoyed reading.
So let's just say he wasn't short on money.
Despite the fact he was pretty much rolling in cash, he never kept more than he needed.
The money he'd earnt went straight back into the orphanage where all of his stories had originated.
Because of this, he became the orphanages biggest donor and its biggest helper.
The children's lives became better than ever.
They all knew where it came from, their big brother Dino or that's at least what all of them had taken to calling him.
He still read to the younger children and taught the older children which they all seemed to listen to more than their actual teachers.
The only down side to all to the last few years was the fact that Dino's heart condition had become more life-threatening.
How you ask?
Unlike before, where there was only a chance of him dying at any moment; now it was almost a certainty. Although he was safe as long as he didn't physically stress his body, which was pretty simple with his current lifestyle.
Well that's what he thought anyway.

When your luck is so bad you die 11 times by the age of 23. Most people would give up but not Dino. He kept walking forward despite all the obstacles placed before him. Helping people as he went. When he finally died he was given a chance at a new life with some perks. Which he embraced wholeheartedly. Follow him as he journey's in this new world, he now calls home.

There will be at least 3 chp/week 
100 power stones - 1 extra chapter
250 power stones - 2 extra chapters
500 power stones - 3 extra chapters

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There was a time when storybooks were the only means of entertainment for children. A decade or two ago, kids spent their time reading stories and role playing their favourite characters from the stories. However, times have changed now – in the age of the internet, kids spend most of their time playing games on smartphones or watching cartoons or videos on YouTube.

But if you want your kids to take a break from screens and experience your childhood, you can read short stories to them. By narrating stories to your kids, you will impart wisdom to them and also spend much-needed quality time with them. We have a collection of some popular short stories with moral values that you can read to your kids.

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If you want to imbibe good habits in your kids from early on and watch them grow up to become good individuals, read moral stories to them. Here are 20 children's stories with moral values that you can read to your kids!

1. The Lion and the Mouse

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A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion's sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to eat the mouse when the mouse desperately requested the lion to set him free. "I promise you, I will be of great help to you someday if you save me." The lion laughed at the mouse's confidence and let him go.

One day, a few hunters came into the forest and took the lion with them. They tied him up against a tree. The lion was struggling to get out and started to whimper. Soon, the mouse walked past and noticed the lion in trouble. Quickly, he ran and gnawed on the ropes to set the lion free. Both of them sped off into the jungle.

Moral of the Story

A small act of kindness can go a long way.

Also Read: Childhood Stories of Lord Krishna for Kids

2. Count Wisely

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One day, king Akbar asked a question in his court that left everyone in the courtroom puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked in and asked what the matter was. They repeated the question to him.

The question was, "How many crows are there in the city?"

Birbal immediately smiled and went up to Akbar. He announced the answer; he said there were twenty-one thousand, five hundred and twenty-three crows in the city. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, "Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the relatives of the crows must be visiting them from nearby cities. If there are fewer, then the crows from our city must be visiting their relatives who live outside the city." Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.

Moral of the Story

Having an explanation for your answer is just as important as having an answer.

Also Read: Fascinating Ramayana Stories for Children

3. The Boy Who Cried Wolf

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In a village, lived a carefree boy with his father. The boy's father told him that he was old enough to watch over the sheep while they graze in the fields. Every day, he had to take the sheep to the grassy fields and watch them as they graze. However, the boy was unhappy and didn't want to take the sheep to the fields. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep graze in the field. So, he decided to have some fun. He cried, "Wolf! Wolf!" until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. When the villagers saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy had wasted their time. The next day, the boy cried once more, "Wolf! Wolf!" and, again, the villagers rushed there to chase the wolf away.

The boy laughed at the fright he had caused. This time, the villagers left angrily. The third day, as the boy went up the small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!", but not a single villager came to help him. The villagers thought that he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue him or his sheep. The little boy lost many sheep that day, all because of his foolishness.

Moral of the Story

It is difficult to trust people who lie, so it's important to always be truthful.

4. The Fox and the Stork

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One day, a selfish fox invited a stork for dinner. Stork was very happy with the invitation – she reached the fox's home on time and knocked at the door with her long beak. The fox took her to the dinner table and served some soup in shallow bowls for both of them. As the bowl was too shallow for the stork, she couldn't have soup at all. But, the fox licked up his soup quickly.

The stork was angry and upset, but she didn't show her anger and behaved politely. To teach a lesson to the fox, she then invited him for dinner the next day. She too served soup, but this time the soup was served in two tall narrow vases. The stork devoured the soup from her vase, but the fox couldn't drink any of it because of his narrow neck. The fox realised his mistake and went home famished.

Moral of the Story

A selfish act backfires sooner or later!

Also Read: Indian Mythological Stories for Kids

5. The Golden Touch

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Once there lived a greedy man in a small town. He was very rich, and he loved gold and all things fancy. But he loved his daughter more than anything. One day, he chanced upon a fairy. The fairy's hair was caught in a few tree branches. He helped her out, but as his greediness took over, he realised that he had an opportunity to become richer by asking for a wish in return (by helping her out). The fairy granted him a wish. He said, "All that I touch should turn to gold." And his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.

The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his wish, all the while touching stones and pebbles and watching them convert into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He was devastated and started crying and trying to bring his daughter back to life. He realised his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.

Moral of the Story

Greed will always lead to downfall.

6. The Milkmaid and Her Pail

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Patty, a milkmaid milked her cow and had two full pails of fresh, creamy milk. She put both pails of milk on a stick and set off to the market to sell the milk. As she took steps towards the market, her thoughts took steps towards wealth. On her way, she kept thinking about the money she would make from selling the milk. Then she thought about what she would do with that money.

She was talking to herself and said, "Once I get the money, I'll buy a chicken. The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They'll all lay eggs, and I will sell them for more money. Then, I'll buy the house on the hill and everyone will envy me." She was very happy that soon she would be very rich. With these happy thoughts, she marched ahead. But suddenly, she tripped and fell. Both the pails of the milk fell and all her dreams were shattered. The milk spilt onto the ground, and all Patty could do was cry. "No more dream," she cried foolishly!

Moral of the Story

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

Also Read: Popular Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

7. When Adversity Knocks

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This is a story that explains how adversity is met differently by different people. There was a girl named Asha who lived with her mother and father in a village. One day, her father assigned her a simple task. He took three vessels filled with boiling water. He placed an egg in one vessel, a potato in the second vessel, and some tea leaves in the third vessel. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for about ten to fifteen minutes while the three ingredients in three separate vessels boiled. After the said time, he asked Asha to peel the potato and egg, and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled – she understood her father was trying to explain her something, but she didn't know what it was.

Her father explained, "All three items were put in the same circumstances. See how they've responded differently." He said that the potato turned soft, the egg turned hard, and the tea leaves changed the colour and taste of the water. He further said, "We are all like one of these items. When adversity calls, we respond exactly the way they do. Now, are you a potato, an egg, or tea leaves?"

Moral of the Story

We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.

8. The Proud Rose

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful rose plant in a garden. One rose flower on the plant was proud of its beauty. However, it was disappointed that it was growing next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus about its looks, but the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to stop the rose from bullying the cactus, but the rose was too swayed by its own beauty to listen to anyone.

One summer, a well in the garden dried up and there was no water for the plants. The rose slowly began to wilt. The rose saw a sparrow dip its beak into the cactus for some water. The rose then felt ashamed for having made fun of the cactus all this time. But because it was in need of water, it went to ask the cactus if it could have some water. The kind cactus agreed, and they both got through summer as friends.

Moral of the Story

Never judge someone by the way they look.

Also Read: Bible Stories for Children

9. The Tale of the Pencil

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A boy named Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. He was sitting in his room when his grandmother came and comforted him. His grandmother sat beside him and gave him a pencil. Raj looked at his grandma puzzled, and said he didn't deserve a pencil after his performance in the test.

His grandma explained, "You can learn many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to." Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.

Moral of the Story

We all have the strength to be who we wish to be.

10. The Crystal Ball

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Nasir, a small boy, found a crystal ball behind the banyan tree of his garden. The tree told him that it would grant him a wish. He was very happy and he thought hard, but unfortunately, he could not come up with anything he wanted. So, he kept the crystal ball in his bag and waited until he could decide on his wish.

Days went by without him making a wish but his best friend saw him looking at the crystal ball. He stole it from Nasir and showed it to everyone in the village. They all asked for palaces and riches and lots of gold, but could not make more than one wish. In the end, everyone was angry because no one could have everything they wanted. They became very unhappy and decided to ask Nasir for help. Nasir wished that everything would go back to how it was once – before the villagers had tried to satisfy their greed. The palaces and gold vanished and the villagers once again became happy and content.

Moral of the Story

Money and wealth do not always bring happiness.

11. A Bundle of Sticks

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Once upon a time, three neighbours living in a village were having trouble with their crops. Each of the neighbours had one field, but the crops on their fields were infested with pests and were wilting. Every day, they would come up with different ideas to help their crops. The first one tried using a scarecrow in his field, the second used pesticides, and the third built a fence on his field, all to no avail.

One day, the village head came by and called the three farmers. He gave them each a stick and asked them to break it. The farmers could break them easily. He then gave them a bundle of three sticks, and again, asked them to break it. This time, the farmers struggled to break the sticks. The village head said, "Together, you are stronger and work better than you do it alone." The farmers understood what the village head was saying. They pooled in their resources and got rid of the pests from their fields.

Moral of the Story

There is strength in unity.

These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

Night came and she was taking care of the two children by telling them a story. The king would also come over to the children's room. To put it nicely, he was here to spend time with his children as father and sons.
It might have been because of the king's presence, but Jing Xi felt like she didn't know how to tell the story anymore. So as to not cause them to become bored, Jing Xi intentionally said, "Little princes, do you guys want to listen to an even better story?"
"Yes! We want to listen to it!" the two children shouted energetically.
"His majesty the king knows how to tell very good stories. You guys should ask your father to tell them!"
When the two fellas heard her, they started to ask Huo Yunshen to come over and tell a story. The man who was invited came over to sit by the bed and started to tell the children a story.
The stories he told were stories he had told Little Cherry in the past. Those stories were deeply embedded in his mind so he had no difficulty in telling them now.
The children started to listen earnestly. Jing Xi was also listening. She realized the story the king told was very enjoyable. The reason it sounded so good might be because of his attractive voice.
As Little Grape listened to it, he thought of an idea. "Dad, can you lie down to tell your story?"
He hoped his dad could also lie beside them to tell them stories.
"Okay then!" This was exactly what Huo Yunshen wanted so he took advantage of the moment and came to lie down.
He leaned against the front of the bed and pressed against Little Grape and Little Apple. Coincidentally, Jing Xi, who was at the side, was also within his vision.
There were two children between them but the distance couldn't be considered far.
Jing Xi realized his majesty the king had lain down and she panicked so much that she quickly got up. There was no way she could lie down in the same bed as the king. That would be too outrageous.
The children pulled her just as Jing Xi got up. Little Apple asked, "Mom, where are you going?"
Jing Xi turned her head to look at the children. She laughed, "Auntie Xiaoxi can go out now since your dad is here to tell you guys stories."
"No! Mom, don't go!"
"Auntie Xiaoxi, don't go!"
Together, the two children made her stay. Huo Yunshen also said, "Since the children don't want you to leave, then just stay and lie down!"
"This…" Jing Xi looked at the big bed and hesitated, thinking about what she should do.
"I am the king and even I don't mind, so what is there for you to feel concerned about? I asked you to lie down, so just lie down!" Huo Yunshen intentionally spoke more forcefully so that it sounded like an order.
Jing Xi had no choice but to obediently go lie back down. And so, two adults lay down side by side with two children.
While Huo Yunshen slowly told the story, he would occasionally glance at the children and the woman who was directly in front of him.
Such a night with such an atmosphere really made him feel at ease.
It wasn't clear how many stories he told but after a while, the two fellas fell asleep. Jing Xi also fell asleep.
Huo Yunshen realized they fell asleep so he gently helped to cover them with blankets. He also chased after them to go to dreamland together.
When Jing Xi was about to wake up the next day, she felt an arm on her body. She thought it was one of the children who grabbed her so she also grabbed him without concern.
However, it felt unusual. She woke up immediately to look. Oh my god!
Why was she sleeping with the king?
Moreover, the arm on her body didn't belong to a child, it was the king's. The most shocking thing was that she was also holding him.
She forcefully suppressed her frantic heart. Jing Xi decided to take advantage of the fact that the king hadn't woke up yet to pull her hand back. However, the man seemed to have felt it. Not only did he not let go of her, but he pulled her into his embrace.
This time, it was a seamless fit.
Suddenly touching him so closely frightened Jing Xi. She didn't even dare to breathe. She wanted to escape but, at this moment, the king opened his eyes.
 …


"He is the entertainment king who is in charge of everything. Been single for years, he had zero scandal. One day, a woman and a girl turned his life upside down. 
The little cutie held him tight, not letting go. ""Handsome uncle, you look very much like the daddy I have lost for many years!"" Huo Yunshen felt depressed. “Me? Daddy?!” 
The little cutie proudly pulled her mommy over, ""Mommy, I have found a long-term meal ticket for you, handsome and gullible."" 
Xu Xiyan smiled at the elegant man. 
Recalling the accident five years ago, his face sank. ""How dare you steal my DNA?"" 
She laughed. ""Not steal, just borrow!"" The man took her in his arms and warned in a dangerous tone, ""Woman, should I get what’s mine back, with interest?"" 
She stood on her toes. ""Yeah, how about another baby?"""



"Mrs. Fuentes!" I perk up as my name is called out in a small child-like voice. "Can you tell us a story?"
I smile warmly and settle onto my bench under the shadowy canopy of our rooftop paradise. A class of around twelve children sits in front of me, a blending of schools from Sector One and Sector Thirteen. Over the years we discovered what a benefit it was to have the children go on field trips and learn together. As the threat of Primitives grew less and less, we started taking groups of children beyond the wall, out into the desert so they can experience the bounty of our planet beyond Sanctuary. 
Today they are on my rooftop learning about the value of greenhouses and hearing sensational stories of their mighty Warlord and his rebellious wife, the Desert Wren. I hadn't intended to discuss our past with them, but then I'd broken down and told a few stories. It's good for them to understand what sparked the rebellion and how we managed to resolve it.
I'm surprised and pleased that these children know of my old nickname. Either they are taught about us in school or their parents are gossiping. But it's harmless, since our story has a happy ending. Or I should say middle, since our story is by no means done yet.
"Of course, I'll tell you a story," I say, sitting on the warm bench near the ledge looking out over our Sanctuary. Diogo built a higher fence on it so none of the children can climb up and accidentally fall. "Have you heard the story of Stryker and Abrielle?" A few nod, but most tell me no, I haven't told them this one yet. "Well, let me tell you then. Stryker was a mighty warrior, almost as mighty as our Warlord. He was happily married to the lovely Abrielle in the San Antonio Sanctuary..."
I tell them of Stryker's story, giving them every detail I remember, a story that I repeat over and over, along with all the other stories I've gathered. I tell them the sad along with the happy, though I do make sure I'm speaking in age appropriate terms. I have made it my mission to collect and tell stories, to encourage others to remember and repeat these stories. Paper is scarce, as is our ability to record information that isn't absolutely necessary. Thus we are using the tradition of oral storytelling, a practice used by many cultures before writing was developed. The oral tradition conveys generations of information that might otherwise become lost. I talk about Emery often, Garrett, Talon, Stryker, Jorje Cruz, Victoria Greystone, my parents, my grandparents, everyone.
I talk with the children, telling them stories and then listening to theirs, laughing and clapping with them. Time and again my gaze is drawn to one little boy with his cap of dark hair and penetrating grey eyes. His expression is so solemn, but I know he is just thinking, processing everything we say and turning it over in his intelligent little mind. I know this because I am his proud mama.
Blaze is now in his second year at the Sector One school. He loves his time spent with his teacher and classmates and is always eager to come and tell us all about his day. Diogo brags about Blaze's skills in combat and survival, things his father is teaching him, but I know that my son is a thoughtful and kind young man. He absorbs everything around him with a curiosity and intelligence that makes me ache with motherly pride and a little bit of sadness at his independence.
Soon the children are gathered up and taken back to their schools, an echo of 'thank you's' thrown back at me as they leave. I wave to them and tell them to be careful on their trek back down the stairs.
"Mama." I look down as my four-year-old daughter grips the edge of my shirt and scowls up at me.
"Yes, Rayne?"
"When can I go to school?"
I smile at her and gently remind her that she has one more year before she's old enough. She's been asking this question almost every day for two years as she watches her brother leave the apartment each morning with Diogo where he will be dropped at his school with his bodyguard Karl in tow. Rayne hates being separated from her older brother. And he is, of course, patiently wonderful with his demanding little sister.
I sit on the warm patio tiles and pull Rayne down onto my lap. Together we pull a pot toward us. A tomato pot that we planted only the week before.
"Look at the tiny little sprout," I point out to her.
"Your favourite, mama," she says happily digging her fingers into the dirt next to mine.
"Yes, my favourite," I say with a grin and drop a kiss on the soft red flyaway hair.
Together we sit out there in the warm sunshine planting more for our rooftop garden and talking about her desire to adopt one of the city animals. I laugh at her childish arguments. They need homes. Aren't they cold in the barns? Wouldn't the baby chicks be more comfortable set loose in her bedroom?
"But what about Skye?" I ask her, trying to divert her attention. "I don't think she would like to share her home with another animal. She's kind of a loner."
We both look up at the bird chirping in the foliage above our heads. The desert wren that comes back every year to visit and recreate her nest. The first time she came to us I'd been stunned and had exclaimed excitedly to Diogo that somehow our bird had found us. He was sceptical and dismissed my fanciful idea, saying it was a different bird. But I know it's her, my original Skye, my sweet little desert wren.
I know, because she came to me two weeks before I gave birth to my daughter. I was terrified about something happening. The stress of Blaze's birth left its mark on me, one that I will never get over. That stress caused complications in my second pregnancy. But the moment I saw that bird I knew I wasn't alone. We were two mothers who had found our Sanctuary. I spent every moment I could watching her build her nest and lay her eggs, taking comfort in the normal instinct-driven routine. Then it was time for me to give birth.
Bishop came to our apartment and, with Diogo at my side the entire time, I birthed our daughter in the comfort of my own bed. As we looked down at our brand-new daughter together, I couldn't help but feel an intense hope. Hope for us, for humans, as we begin to flourish once more. Only this time we will do better, we'll learn from our mistakes and nurture a healthy and strong world that our children will be proud to live in. 
"I don't think Skye cares if we have baby chicks," Rayne pouts. "She's just a bird."
"She's more than a bird, sweetheart, she's a symbol."
"What's that?"
I explain to her about my belief that Skye is a symbol of our healing planet, that she comes to us each year to show us that our natural world is still producing miracles, still surviving despite what humans have done to it and ourselves. Eventually she will learn in school about the rise of the Primitives and the hand that humans had in the spread of the disease. Most historians believe that Necrotitis Primeval could have been stopped in its infancy if humans had taken a different path.
For now, we compromise, and I agree to take her to the farm tomorrow so we can play with the baby chicks. A reasonable compromise to having chicken poop all over her bedroom.
Later, as I lay in bed with Diogo, our children safely in their beds, I make slow leisurely love to him, worshipping his body with my tongue and hands. With every sweep of my hands on his body I tell him of my love for him, with every kiss I thank him for my life and my children. And as I mount him and take him into my body, his hands on my hips, the entire world fades to just the two of us. Time stands still as we move together, coming together in an explosive climax. He catches my face between his palms and kisses me with the fierce love that has grown brighter and hotter with each passing year.
We hold each other after, no words between us. Only our breaths mingling until they slow as we close our eyes on the gift of another day, the gift of Sanctuary.
THE END


Hi, my name is Nikita Slater and I'm the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. I've loved the written word my entire life and am an avid reader, as well as a writer. I live, eat and breathe books and I'm always working on something new!
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I live on the beautiful Canadian prairies with my son and crazy awesome dog. I have an unholy affinity for books (especially dark romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in my books (which are pure fun and fantasy), I am a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When I'm not writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, I love to help others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work.

Only the strongest can survive in a hostile world ravaged by a disease that turns humans into primitives.

She is the Desert Wren, a rebel bent on providing safe passage to illegal refugees entering into her Sanctuary city. If she’s caught she’ll be executed, but the price is worth the privilege of doing what she knows is right. Except when she’s finally caught, the sentence isn’t death, it’s her freedom.

It’s the Warlord’s job to weed out the weak and sacrifice them for the good of the Sanctuary. Brutal and autocratic, he is the highest authority. The only threat to his dictatorship is a rebel faction rising up from the slums of his city. When he arrests a rebel leader, the Desert Wren, he sees his redemption. She will help him guide Sanctuary into the future. He just needs to convince his little captive that she’s better off with him than flying free.

What is the price of Sanctuary in a dying world and is it worth the sacrifice?


(Special mention for web novel [without space between the two words] reader aistitch, who work under web novel [without space between the two words] reader Deelah)
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"YAYYY!"
Seeing the children were happy, Deelah nodded in satisfaction. Behind her, Sister Aina peeked her head and grinned. "Also, since there are a lot of guests today, they will all sing a song once we have finished our lunch."
The children's eyes landed on the young men and women who came. They could only smile bitterly and nodded. Well, it was just singing. No harm would happen if they sang.
"I'll play the piano to accompany you," Lyna suggested.
"That'll be a good idea."
"Now, who wants to hear a story before we begin to eat?" Lyna asked again because she noticed that the food was not ready yet. She needed to buy some time for Deelah and Sister Aina to finish cooking.
"Me! Me!"
"I want a story of Fiore Group!"
"Ah, that story again?"
"YES!"
A young man named Ronoa shoved Lucas' ribs. "Your brother's group is very popular."
"Everyone is talking about Fiore Group lately," Lucas replied with a smile. "It's not that weird to say that they're famous."
"Of course, I have already heard a lot about their endeavor," another young man chirped in. "But I could never expect that the leader is bad at cooking."
The others: "…" everyone has their own weakness.
That was all they could think in their mind to console their hearts. Kanae and Kevin visited the orphanage a few times in the past, so they knew them. When they found out that both were really bad at cooking, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
However, it was needless to say that they idolized them very much.
"Ah, if I'm not wrong, they should be coming here too, right?" Lucas remarked.
"Did your brother say anything?"
Lucas smiled but didn't reply. Tommy did say that Kanae and Kevin would make the time to come here later at night. However, at that time, most children might be already sleeping since the younger ones would have problems to stay awake when it was so late.
However, let it be a surprise for the older ones.
"Oh right, since you're Tommy's younger brother, how about introducing him to us?"
"Yes, yes. I want to know more about him too."
"Agree!"
In the end, Lucas had no other choice but to agree to their request.
In the kitchen, Sister Aina had just finished putting the braised meat on the plate when she heard the cheers from the children. She arched her eyebrows. "Are they having another story telling session again?"
Deelah laughed and skillfully turned the braised meat on the wok. They were cooking by parts since they had to prepare a large portion. "What else can possibly make them so happy? These children love stories about Fiore Group and Ryukalin Clan the most."
"Most of the stories are a bit exaggerated," Sister Aina said with amusement.
"Even if it's exaggerated, it gives the effect that they wanted. Besides, who can say that their lives' stories are not interesting?" Deelah asked. She put on the braised meat on the plate and smiled brightly. "They're amazing children. I only hope that they can learn cooking."
"You can teach them when they come here tonight."
"Please, I'm incapable of handling their innate ability to turn perfectly well food to have awful taste."
Sister Aina laughed and helped Deelah to prepare the food. She glanced out of the door and saw the children laughing happily. This was only the small portion of the city that had changed ever since Ryukalin Clan, Wells Family, Nali Family, Fiore Group, and many other small organizations began to unite and try to improve the city.
It was not easy.
There were many obstacles.
But seeing the smile of these children, Sister Aina knew that it was one of their goals. These children would have a much better future in a much better shaped city. Unlike the previous state when the city was still very dangerous and unsafe, this version was clearly much better.
She hoped that things would continue to progress this way.
So that the children, adults, and everyone living in this city could have a chance for a better and happier life.
"Sister Aina, is the food ready?"
"I can smell it from here."
"You brats are so impatient," Sister Aina said with a laugh. "Don't worry, we have made enough for all of you."
"YAY!"
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(End of Side Story 10)
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P.S: This is also the last side story that I make. I want to thank Piku1309, Helpful2468, nicacob, aistitch, kawaiishieli9, and Deelah for their lovely suggestions for all of the side stories.
There are many other suggestions given to me, but I can't write all of them. I can only pick some of them. >.<
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P.S 2:
There was one request from Helpful2468 for the characters to torture the author…
I don't want to be tortured. (That's obvious) But since I have gained a lot of 'rioters' thanks to this novel…. I decided to make a mini theater:
Kevin: Ah, is this already the time for me to make an appearance? I have been itching to give you a lesson for making me wait very long to know her real identity.
Author: Ah, that's….
Kanae: *cracked her fist* you're right, I have been wanting to ask so many questions to you, Author.
Author: *backed away* Uh, can I leave now?
Kevin: How about if you start answering, Author. We have a lot of questions to ask. Don't worry, I have a lot of free time before I have to return back to the story and finish the work as Ryukalin Clan head.
Author: (I should have made you have much more work)
Kevin: Did you say anything?
Author: I still have to make the epilogue, so… BYE!
Kanae: You can't leave now!
In the end, it was impossible for the ordinary author to beat the two experienced fighters. The 'questioning' session turned pretty long.
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P.S 3: Just like what I said in the mini theater, there will be 3 epilogues that I'll make. It'll be continuing the real timeline in the far future.
The release rate will still be a bit erratic, but I'll try to finish it as soon as possible.
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P.S 4:
Reader: Why are there so many P.S, Author?
Author: This is the last one. I want to thank everyone who read up until this far. :D
I wish you enjoyed the journey so far and have a good day, Lovelies! <3


In the City of Crime, one law stands above them all: Only the strongest can live.

Fighting is normal, extortion is common, and death is inevitable.

Born into a wealthy family yet forced to live in poverty, Kanae Nali vowed to become strong enough to take back what rightfully belonged to her—even if it meant that she had to face the consequences and brave the dangers lurking in every corner.

Yet on the outside, just like her mysterious peers, she was no different from the other high school students living their lives to the fullest.

“Under the ray of light, my ability will only make me die faster. Under the veil of night, my ability allows me to survive longer.”

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Story set in fictional city. Any similarities with real world's event is purely coincidence. 

Special thanks for Coraphyll, Jiyen, Aistich, Cailin, Lyna, and Chip for their help in making the synopsis

Word count: 1000-1500 words/chapter

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Stories were always told of the boogeyman, it was to keep us obedient as all parents presented this to their child to keep them walking a respectful life. 
Growing up the stories use to scare us. leaving this scar of fear to the thing that makes the bump sound at night. 

How evil will evolve and become powerful enough to change you. 
There were stories of how these beasts came about in my culture and it was gained by a murderous intent. People have tested the story and only caused themselves harm. Why anyone would want that trait I don't not know?

Becoming older while growing to be wiser, attaining balance on mind body and spirit became more of curious mystery with a feeling to solve.. understanding and accepting that all can evolve. That peace is an attribute. 
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In our clan our generation origins are passed down through the daughters, we inherit our mothers blood. 
She is the giver of who we are to become. To carry on the tradition.
When my mom talked about animals and become one with our spirit we though more simple, be good to everyone, respect everything. 
So when she would talk about how beautiful animals were, what they look like in the forest. How they look when they jump and run almost inspired us to ignore the rest of the story get up and take a nature walk to see what she see's...
How inspired it made u feel about loving life, all of it. The smell the weather the way the trees sounded the amount of animals that can change how u take in one moment. 
She would mention how beautiful a deer was wonder in the world, how they see the light and hear every sound and the wonders of what a puma must feel being wild it's feet going anywhere, no wall to stop a run and the withdraw was a vacation from crowd, how a wolf strength and love was so strong the wonderful smells the earth puts off, how sweet streams must taste to a wolf. She made it sound like a dream a beautiful dream.
She loved animals. She loved nature. She was the light that grounded us the compass to where our hearts would lead us. 
We've heard the myth of shapeshifters, howlers, skin-walkers, werewolves. Science dismisses them. So there stories become horror stories Amongst the common people. 
Mother never cared for movies because of this. Anymore that had those in the synopsis she refused for us to watch or read about. It didn't stop us from being curious. 
We were away it was part of the religion to fear. 
The reason it was always a backstory was do to the people who were murdered to be given and evil gift they didn't receive.

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Our heritage was such a dominate lifestyle. How we treat each other and show our love for one another. 
It's filled with stories and origins. Tales of what can be. 
How our life in this glitter world is to provide life's gifts, the greatness of what people can become. The effort and pull between good and evil was another life, we must preserve the story of how good prevailed and with it a present was given to the first women. She was the deity. The one to restore goodness in this world. 
How we mustn't throw it away because of greed. We mustn't let this world go because we might not be able climb our way out to the next. 

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Moms clans start of when the first entered, she was taken by others who hadn't discovered what they could become yet. Her gift were taken advantage of. She became a warrior or which we strive to as women . She lead the people who adopted her to a better place to live good lives. 
The story wasn't happy. As she got stronger those who followed her developed hate and jealousy. They wanted what she had. The tricked her into giving them the gift. Drinking all of her life force like it was a the only way to attain . There actions lead to a lack or protection, she was their savior, their compass to where life can exists. She had been teaching them how to evolve, to become better beings within themselves. She was already trying to show them how a gift  can be earned. She was willing teach it, but she found out to late that her gift was her own, that she could change people's perception of respect. Her influence only changed a few. People who admired her courage. Respected her actions as an orphan who lead and protected a clan that she was not born into. 

Before she died the children in her care two of whom were her own children in all the braves were a number of 9. 7 given to the clan after being outcasted . They held her power because she raised them. She fed them, she taught them how to survive, how to read the land and smell the weather. She gave them the steps and traits to evolve into her family. 

They were casted out after. Those who respected and trusted her with all they had followed them. The start of her clan lead by her adopted and born children. They held ideas of what we can be as people. As a clan they were formidable in battle, respect in all families, gave without return. Encouraged and never lied to themselves.
Followed instinct and trust intuitions. They relied only on self obedience to maintain peace within the clan. Ages pass and the clan still takes these teachings and they pass it down to the children. We're taught the first law she had provided, only applying to ourselves and no one else. As individuals we encourage ourselves to follow them. 
The world has changed since then, cities, towns, skyscrapers, national parks, its been so long and those stories old enough to be before settlements happened. How wonderful it might have been to have seen that the world in that time. The simple wonderful life.

These are just stories, told mostly by my mother. How it's the origins of our clan. My grandmother tried to tell us but she never would go into detail, I never meant my great grandmother so her stories never made it to our ears. My father parents had stories to, they were as wondrous as my mothers. How they explain the life force of animals and how beautiful the weather felt, it seemed like they had this deep understanding of life, a connection to anything that had electricity. 
I envied they're voice, there deep focused eyes when the paragraphs  entangled with visions because it made sense. Life was right when they spoke of this.

In the end, they still felt that Gu Jingyu had the greatest possibility. It so happened that Gu Jingyu had also gone overseas to study for a while. Who knew what he had gone to do?
However, no one had any evidence and thus, could only guess amongst themselves.
Lin Che didn't pay any attention to this matter, and this took a lot of people by surprise.
She continued to focus on her filming as if she wasn't affected by this incident at all.
Even Glorious Star couldn't hold it in anymore, despite keeping an eye on this matter.
During the event, when Wu Yufei was interviewed, she was asked about Lin Che's scandal. She was asked how they felt about this, and if they have heard anything about it. Did they know that Lin Che was already married? Or have they heard any news if Lin Che had been very close to other men?
Wu Yufei smiled and shook her head. "Why did you guys come to ask me? I'm not close to Lin Che. But there was one time when I saw her with what seemed like two children. I don't know anything else."
Her words brought forth another wave of commotion. Many people started to ask if this meant that this was verified and that Lin Che really had children.
The story was widely discussed on the Internet once again. Everyone felt that this was really the greatest mystery of the year. While Lin Che was closed off from the world and focusing on her filming, she suddenly posted a photo of her eating watermelon one night, together with the text, "I'm now also in the audience watching the show." This caused even more people's imaginations to run wild. However, Lin Che didn't say anything thereafter.
In order to force Lin Che out to give a response to this matter, the paparazzi continued to stir the matter up, saying bad things about Lin Che online.
They asked why Lin Che wasn't responding to this matter. Was it because she had nothing to say?
They said that Lin Che was too unbelievable. She should say it if she already had children.
They even scolded Lin Che outright, wondering if this scandal would turn from an exposed relationship to an extramarital affair. That would turn the tables around completely. 
At this moment, someone thought about a person—Mu Feiran. Since she was very close friends with Lin Che, she should know about it. Why did no one think of asking her?
When Mu Feiran was attending a show, the reporters swarmed up to her and asked, "Have you heard of the recent rumors online about Lin Che?"
When Mu Feiran heard this, she didn't seem happy.
"Lin Che had already said in the beginning that she doesn't wish for people to put so much focus on her private life, yet you guys are still pursuing this relentlessly."
A reporter said, "But someone is saying that this is an extramarital affair."
Mu Feiran laughed. "What extramarital affair? Those paparazzi are too good at writing stories. Are they so broke that they've gone crazy? If they are so good at coming up with stories to gain that bit of traffic volume, then why don't they write scripts? They'd definitely be able to come up with great mystical stories."
"Are you aware that this isn't an extramarital affair then? What about the children? What about Zhou Yu?"
Mu Feiran smiled, wearing a deep and unfathomable expression, which made the reporters had even greater anticipation. However, Mu Feiran stroke her hair indifferently, before keeping them in suspense, "Zhou Yu? Haha, the children are his."
"…"
The reporters were all stunned.
Mu Feiran had suddenly given them two pieces of news. The first one was that it was true that Lin Che had children. The other one was… that the children's father was Zhou Yu. Was that for real?
The reporters continued to ask, "Did they know each other long ago?"
"Then why is Zhou Yu still a new artist?"
Mu Feiran said, "All their close friends know about it. We are very clear about their relationship. I can only say that this matter can only be shared by the person in question, and we won't be sharing it on her behalf. People who are making wild guesses should stop doing that. The two of them have a great relationship and it's useless no matter how much you try to use rumors to break them up."
When the paparazzi heard Mu Feiran's words, they felt anxious. What on earth was going on…
Lin Che's children… were Zhou Yu's?
At this moment, Lin Che finally stepped out.
That night, Lin Che's family of four appeared before the cameras.
A group of people took a photo of Lin Che bringing along two children, a boy and a girl, shopping with Zhou Yu.
They were eating street food while bringing the children to catch toys from the machines.
Mu Feiran's words were instantly verified.
The next day, a photo of the family of four was uploaded to the Internet.
At this moment, Lin Che finally decided to invite the reporters to the celebratory banquet for the completion of their drama's filming. It was an indication that she was ready to give a response to the entire matter.
That night, the celebratory banquet for the 'Dirty Celestial' was going to be the greatest one amongst all the celebratory banquets held for dramas' filming completion. 
It was unprecedented, and no one knew if a similar one would take place in the future.
The hotel was almost congested and taken over by reporters.
Everyone immediately stood to the back when they saw how many people there were.
Ou Lie, as the main lead, felt very excited when he came out and saw that there were so many reporters.
Oh my, it was really true that it was beneficial to be sticking with Lin Che. With so many reporters around, the drama was sure to become a hit before it was released.
He immediately went out to say, "Hello everyone, hello. Please remain in order."
However, the reporters seemed as if they hadn't noticed him and just asked, "When will Lin Che be coming out?"
"That's right. What about Zhou Yu? Is Zhou Yu here?"
"Do you guys know of their relationship?"
"Have they really known each other for very long?"
"…"
Ou Lie was screaming out in his heart: I'm the main lead!
Why were these questions all about Zhou Yu?
Moreover, he was also considered a young star, and wouldn't be neglected no matter where he went.
However, at this moment, someone suddenly cried out, "Lin Che is here!"
The reporters almost stomp over his head and rushed straight toward Lin Che.
"Lin Che, you're finally here."
"Lin Che, what is going on? Is it true that you have a family of four?"
"Didn't Zhou Yu come?"
"Is it true that you have children?"
Lin Che smiled as she looked at all the reporters. She waited for everyone to finish asking questions before she slowly said, "Thank you everyone for coming to show support for our celebratory banquet. I know that my family's private matter has recently taken up a lot of public resources and attention. I don't like to create scandals, and only want to lead a peaceful life. However, there are always people who try to force me to give a response. I'll be giving a response then. I hope that they can let us have a few days of peace and stop coming up with stories."
Everyone listened attentively. The place suddenly became very quiet, with only Lin Che's voice ringing out amidst the silence.
She said, "That's right. Zhou Yu and I are married. We've known each other for many years and already have two children. In order to protect the children's privacy, I don't wish to talk too much about them. They are both attending kindergarten at the moment, and have their own innocent lives to leave. Zhou Yu isn't actually a professional actor, nor does he plan on joining the entertainment circle. The reason he took on the name Zhou Yu and took part in the filming is just that he wanted to accompany me on my job, and experience what my job is like. We had no idea that this would bring about so much disturbance to everyone. We apologize for that."


Wealthy, powerful and handsome; Gu Jingze is the cream of the crop in the entire country. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him. His life is perfect... except that he has one tiny secret that keeps him from getting close to any woman—apparent impotency.

That is, until he wakes up in bed with a total stranger one day. The next thing he knows, he is forced to marry this stranger; a feisty and boisterous woman by the name of Lin Che. 

Lin Che is an average girl whose only aim is to become a successful actress. Ostracized by her family and forced to become independent, she cooks up a scheme to attain her goal. But her plan fails and she ends up marrying this cold and seemingly heartless Gu Jingze. Not only that, she must now find her place in high society, where jealous women and devious plots lay abound - all while juggling her new career.  

Two strangers under one roof: From the outset, they agree to stay out of each other’s lives, but he somehow always manages to appear during her moments of crisis. Slowly and unwittingly, Lin Che begins to find it difficult to imagine a future without him. Will their relationship grow, or is their marriage destined to remain just a contract?

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