Hi readers,
This story was a product of boredom. 
Once my friends said that they were bored so I made up this story and told them for three long days through WhatsApp.
Thus, this was the very first story created for this series. 
Well, actually this wasn't a series, to begin with. They were all independent of each other. I tried my best to sew them into a series. 
This story is basically spun around the theme of 'love at first sight'. 
I am a practical person so it is difficult for me to imagine how it works. But I've tried to some extent to merge it here.
Also, English isn't my mother tongue. If I make any errors in the structuring of the story then I ask my readers to forgive me.
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This is the third part of a series. And the first two books are
1. Arranged by chance and Married by choice
2. Runaway rich guy's love endeavour
And the characters are as follows
Timo: the ML. He's the eldest and the visual of a boyband '5 Emperors'. He's 29 years old.
Kai: the leader of the said boyband. His age is 28 years
Ray/ Liu Wei Xin: Second good looking male of the boyband. He is also 28 years old.
Mui: The smiling angel of the group. He's one of the mischief-makers. He is 27 years old.
Vic: The youngest of the group. He is 26 years old.
And last but not the least
Shew: the MC. She's 27 years old. She had a past and a motive in the present.
The setting is five years after where the first book ended. The premises are set for this story in the second book.
Let's get on with the story and hope you all enjoy.

They met by pure chance. 
They fell for each other in that single encounter.
This thing called 'love at first sight' defies logic. But who would dare tell this to Timo?
He has been waiting for that one person for five long years. 
Whether she remembers his existence in the hurricane that her life brings her and sets her on a path of no return is yet to be known.
***
This story is purely based on 'love at first sight' with some dark undertones and many ups and downs.
(But there is no backstabbing, betrayal and other kinds of usual trope)
The other stories in this series are:
1. Arranged by chance and Married by choice
2. Runaway rich guy's love endeavour.

Hello to all who have been reading this up until this point so this is the end of the story for now. So let me explain the plan going forward I'm plain that each new part of the story will be 20 chapters each 21 counting if they have prologues or epilogues, but that's how I'm structuring them I do again apologize for the poor gram, but I will be fixing with updates every so often with adding words to make sentences more coherent and fixing words so their correct. Now with that said I will continue the story I just want to put it on hold for a while so I can fix this first part and make it readable, but I want you guys and gals to decide I'm either going to make it an expansion of this as another volume or with a whole other book with the same title just with a suffix so I want you to comment down below if you on which one you want. Again I'd like to thank all those who have support this and have enjoyed it looking forward to making the next installment.

Akira Sojiro was a normal Highschooler growing up in Tokyo, Japan until he was summoned to another world by a dying god given powers only ever used by a god and tasked with one of the most important quest out there he most defeat Ymir the great Demon Lord who threatens Yggdrasil, there was just one problem with that plan the day he was summoned was also the day another hero just so happen to kill Ymir now stuck with incredible power and nothing better to do he’s pretty much stuck without a way home. Now three years later he has an adventurer stumble across him in isolation and now he is thrusted into an adventure one he can’t say no to, but with all that power can he keep people safe or will mysterious contract he signed turn him into a monster only time will tell

Hi there, paddyptah89 !

Sorry this review took a while. 

So I checked your book out and jotted down some notes on your work. But before we get to the general feedback, let's first deal with the blurb.

I took the liberty of editing your blurb / summary because I noticed it was more of a draft.

Edited version:

"Good and evil is in all of us—that is the truth. It is our choices that make us sinners or saints. 



History is written by the victors. So was the Bible written by victors?

Just imagine if Lucifer, the shining light, is really the good guy made out to be bad.

Mad, I know.



This story challenges and rivals the notorious Bible, perhaps the greatest book ever written in all of mankind's existence.

Ask yourself: What if it is all a lie?"

General Feedback on the first parts:

The prologue was quite lengthier than most of what I've read in other books,  but that's not much of an issue, I guess. It was action-packed, the way the imagery was written was rather impressive, and the character development was effective.

If Cain is the protagonist/antagonist in this story, I'm pretty sure many readers will be intrigued to find out what happens to him next after he's committed the crime of murdering his own parents.

The narration had strong points save for the minor punctuation issues, sentence structure errors, among other technical stuff. I also came across some dialogue punctuation errors, some grammar and tense issues, and I'll be detailing them below.

Suggested corrections:

They are there, alright. I sense it. Glenveigh Castle. That is where my parents—the Guardians—are. Azrael told me himself my parents Jon and Valerie Magia hold two of the twelve keys of power, keys that unlock the beast's box. Keys I must retrieve for my master.

youth of fifteen, very captivating despite (a pause is necessary. u can also use a dash after 'fifteen')

head to toe in black death had come. (this part sounds iffy. did u mean to say: "head to toe in black, as if death had come." ? )

The hall itself (proper capitalization needed)

specks of glistening gold. ('spec' is a different word that means 'specifications')

The giant windows on either side of the hall made him feel quite small. (u could balance the telling and showing parts in the descriptive paragraphs to make keep the narration lively and captivating)

crystal chandelier looming above all in the center of the room. (u could omit some parts to make the sentences less wordy and to keep up the active voice)

It was New Year's Eve, so the many distinguished guests dressed to impress, as well as the Magia family. (inserting pauses would improve the narrative flow)

A show band entertained them onstage at the far end of the hall, and the performers were just getting ready to play when Cain appeared. (you could rephrase some sentences from passive to active voice)

Everyone began to fret (this is too short and didn't describe just how the crowd reacted to his sudden presence in the hall. maybe you could add more details?)

with a long chin and sported some stubble. (more correct sentence structure)

in Ireland—one of the few not corrupt.

Valerie Magia, a few years younger than her husband Jon.

Valerie was easy to spot; (a comma would be the incorrect punctuation to connect the two independent clauses) the striking red hair, the curvaceous frame, and her alluring sapphire eyes were her distinguishing features. (better narrative flow)

warm welcoming smile. One could also see his dimples as his eyes opened wide in disbelief. (keep the POV in third person) He moved closer to Cain, closer than anyone else dared to. (more correct sentence structuring)

"Oh, it is you," Valerie reiterated, turning to (a comma/pause is needed after a dialog tag)

joy in her eyes. She, too, moved closer to him. (break up the sentences since the last part is another independent clause)

But Cain did not share his parents' joy (misused apostrophe)

"W-What is it, my son?" Jon asked, now standing within 

held it out. Wisely, Jon stepped backward. (break up the two ind. clauses)

old sword that Cain wielded; the skull on the hilt verified that this was indeed the special, soul-absorbing sword which Cain had simply named "Avenger." (more correct sentence structuring and punctuation)

All the good swords had names he was told. (tense switch)

knew now that Cain was an Elementalist

"I have come for the keys." Cain finally stated his intentions with a proud stature, his voice uncannily soothing for such an adversary. (the phrase after the dialog is not exactly a dialog tag so a full stop is needed after the spoken dialogue.)

He lowered his flaming sword, thinking his parents (better sentence structuring)

"Keys? What keys?" everybody asked, looking at one another, rather bemused. ('everybody asked' is a dialog tag so it must be in lowercase. short pauses/comma are needed after each descriptive phrase)

Valerie stated firmly.

Jon added stubbornly.

Cain calmly asked. 

(this dialog exchange can do without the telling adverbs being in such close proximity)

"Let these innocent people go!" Jon held out his arm to the pale-faced and terrified crowd of guests, as if to defend them from him. "Then we can talk. Man to man."

"...a swift, clean death." Cain raised a brow and twitched his nose, eyeing up all the Norms 

('raised a brow' is not a dialog tag so a full stop is needed after the spoken dialog)

The Norms looked horrified (proper capitalization) (maybe u could add a little more descriptive lines to tell the reader how the Norms reacted to Cain's threats, and not just tell them they 'looked horrified')

"Where are the keys?" he asked again, but he was getting fed up asking the same question over and over again. (better sentence structure)

"You'll never get them!" Jon maintained a stern and loud voice as he had put his foot down on the matter.  (some parts can do without the dialog tags that just sound unnecessary with the adverbs also written in them)

orange aura, then created an orb 

flame towards where Jon stood. 

Everyone could not bear to watch

opened their eyes, they saw something

Elementalist, too. Somehow he was able to shield himself

from Cain's palms once again

looked at his son, moved his lips, and seemed to think for a second before he spoke the truth. (sentence structure)

do not have," Jon informed him. (comma for the dialog tag)

Cain was seething, but he sensed they were telling the truth. He bit his lower lip and spoke again. "Then who    (better sentence structure)

walked forward, trailing "Avenger" on the ground   (this part is choppy narration-wise, so try rephrasing it)

attacked back; he decided to fight fire with fire. (try not to overuse/misuse commas)

to duel Jon and defeat him in combat. He was cocky—too cocky, perhaps. (proper punctuation. use em dashes or long dashes to indicate a break in thought or dialogue)

Cain held "Avenger" (omit the first comma) out, and now Jon needed a blade of his own if he were to

thinner than Cain's sword

"Now go!" He glared at his wife. ('he demanded his wife' sounds odd)



**

So those are just some of the edits I suggest you make to help improve the narration and polish off your prologue. I apologize that I didn't have time to read through everything. But after reading and taking note of my proofreading comments, I'm fairly certain you will get the hang of it, and that you'll be able to polish off the next chapters on your own. 

Just make time for some proofreading/revisions to make your writing skills more consistent and appealing to the target audience.

All in all, I enjoyed your work and the amount of imagery you included, as well as the premise and your knack for character dev't.

Keep it up. Good luck.



Your friendly critic,

M

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Season 2 really was a drastic shift in tone and the way the stories are told, to be honest. 
The story started off as a wild idea off a meme on IG, and immediately I realized a world where you have superpowered beings fighting and superpowered cameraman filming would take on a hilarious undertone similar to how One punch man and MHA tackles superhuman societies. However, the darker parts of the society immediately come out starting from the Beacon arc and Abandoned City arc, when I was also catching up on FMA at that point in time.
Realizing that I can actually do quite a lot with this Red Blob thing, more than the extracts of superhumans used to enhance one's power, the allegory extends out to the way certain white powders are consumed in certain regions of the world, regardless of how much blood is behind the production of such a substance.
I wasn't expecting how the story ended up taking me, ending the second season with the longest arc yet, the Underworld arc. Initially, the plan was only for the underworld arc to be one of the smaller and shorter arcs, with two more arcs to follow in season 2, but it turns out that will have to be pushed back to season 3 for the sake of around 30-40 chapters per season.

Of course, there is next to 0 percent chance that this will be made an anime, (and if it does happen, the story of how it becomes an anime should be an anime in itself), but I do enjoy structuring my stories in this way, as I often thought about how animes would read in stories, and this is what I want to do with this particular story.
SPOILERS
Some personal highlights of season 2 are how sick I made myself feel when writing the 'Superhuman Supermarket' chapter, and how I thought the fight and escalation with Kron ended. There was a little bit of ass pulling from Jon, but then again, he IS the world's strongest cameraman haha.....no but seriously, I hope there is enough hint towards the nature of his power and how Kron's power work to make the conclusion somewhat satisfying. 

I wanted the story to contain an unassuming yet overpowered protagonist, but I do not want him to solve every problem ever and do everything by himself, and I hope I have at least somewhat accomplished that goal.
In season 3, the investigation of the Red continues, with the Ten Fingers taking a crack at the case. The first arc was the initially pushed back Meeting of the Ten Fingers, when the ten strongest superhumans are shown. The second arc would be focused around Ally and Jon, similarly to how season 1 ended with the Resort arc.
I know that some of the big books have thousands upon thousands of collections, but when I started, I was ecstatic to cross 100 col, while we are now standing at 116 before my contract was verified.
Oh, I did win the silver tier of the WPC!
Here's to more seasons!

[COMPLETED! For more of my work, check out my new book that's coming out: The Fourth Savior is Powerless! https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-fourth-savior-is-powerless_19917082105816805]

Pethant Ouph was the laughing stock of the Cameraman's Association in a city filled with superhumans, and his life would be forever changed when he met the unassuming Jon Bo, the world's strongest cameraman.

'With every legendary fight throughout history, there had always been a need for a witness to tell the tale. Some say the one who is able to capture it is logically the strongest of them all.'

Be it the groundbreaking clashes of professional fighters, the bloody debut of superheroes, breakouts at the most dangerous prison, a war between the National Treasure superhumans of two tyrannical governments, or a squabble between the two of the world's ten strongest superhumans, the world's strongest cameraman is always going to be there to stand witness.

Not only for the content, or the fights, but also the occasional panty shots.

Check out the first six chapters and see if this story is for you! 

The first 3 chapters are like the pilot episode of an anime, and the next 3 is the first mini-arc about the bloody debut of the pro hero.

[COMPLETED! For more of my work, check out my new book that's coming out: The Fourth Savior is Powerless! https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-fourth-savior-is-powerless_19917082105816805]

[Also, I love reading and replying to comments, good and bad! Just be a professional cameraman about it!]

[Chat to me on discord: https://discord.gg/5AAyr5r]

[Thanks to the therealsamie_'s IG comment who gave me this ridiculous idea. Writing this for the contest, but had too many wacky ideas to stop there. THE STORY IS ALL PLANNED OUT AND I DO NOT DROP STORIES!]

It was not impossible for a qualified combat magician to be a magic engineer instead, but the same couldn't be said the other way around. Magic engineering was normally being chosen by magicians with lower mana affinity after all.
Although magicians with lower mana affinity could be in combat, they would normally fail to become a licensed combat magician.
"I'm not quite sure as well, but I heard it in passing."
"I see, but our academy doesn't have the best quality of equipment in artifact forging, if she really plans to build a foundation in magic engineering, I believe their family can afford her to study at Mystic Gate Academy."
'It was two cities away but that should be a minor concern.' Wallace added in his mind.
It was not bizarre for 2nd year student to change course. Academies permitted those changes as they let the magician decide their career.
It may also be the reason why during the first year in the academy, they were being taught general knowledge for both courses with only a few discrepancies. In the first year, both combat class and artifact forging class were being taught from their foundation and were completing practical classes.
Combat magicians were required to at least have a general knowledge of artifact forging as that would prove helpful in the long run for a magician. There was even a saying that a good combat mage would be a good magic engineer. It could be true in some parts, as they were mostly the users of the complex magic structures. Unfortunately, studying both would only hinder one from reaching the peak of one's ability. Magic engineering consumed a lot of time to completely grasp and sometimes could be boring for others. So those combat magicians who had a chance to be licensed would quickly seize the opportunity.
Both of them were not aware of the reason why Sherly would transfer in a different course. But since she was popular, there would definitely be more news later on.
Everyone in the classroom was chatting happily as they talked about their recent vacation. At exactly 8 AM, a stocky middle-aged man wearing an instructor uniform entered and everyone was confused as this guy wasn't the one they're expecting.
"Miss Tales won't be able to guide you this semester so I'm here to guide you temporarily while she's out. For those who don't know me. I'm Garen, a new instructor here. I mainly teach complex magic structuring. Supposedly, I'll only teach 3rd years. Sigh... In your first semester, you already learned and completed multiple artifacts forging tasks, but your 4th gen artifact was made by groups. This semester, we will have to focus on practical exams and this time you'll try to create a 5th gen artifact alone."
"Eh? Sir, did I misheard you saying we'll create 5th gen artifact and we'll do it alone?"
"What happened to Ms. Tales?"
They didn't even have time to lament about Miss Tales story of leaving them when he mentioned something ridiculous. Though some concerned students asked after they remembered.
"I just did. About Ms. Tales, she has some family concerns, I'm not quite sure as well but you can ask the dean."
Instructor Garen answered with a grin on his face. As if they could meet the elusive dean.
Everyone thought that they misheard him about creating the 5th gen artifact. He just said himself that we created 4th gen by groups of students. It was six people in a group so a total of 5 groups created five 4th gen artifacts. Now you want us to complete a 5th gen alone? They could not believe it. Although they had already learned the theory, without enough practice it would be difficult for them. Especially now that they had created a 4th gen, they knew how difficult it would be.
A majority of his classmates were dumbfounded when they heard it. If he hadn't consumed 3 memory crystal prior to this, he would be raising a fuss as well. Wallace noticed that some of his classmates were uninterested even after Instructor Garen declared his intention. He thought for a bit and realized that these seven students had prominent backgrounds.
Perhaps they have consumed memory crystals as well. Wallace shook his head and thought that he was sure that they did. After all, these seven students were the top performers of the class and were all aiming to be included in the Twelve Magic Academies Competition or TMAC.
I can't slack here, with 4 months until the selection, I need to have opportunities to prove my skills.
He couldn't help being nervous. The memory crystals only provided knowledge and not practical experience after all. But the excitement was also visible in his expression as he wanted to try his skills.
When Instructor Garen finished answering some doubt of the students, he further explained.
"Although I said you will create 5th gen. It will just be some kind of simulation with a readied device, but before that - I need to know how much you've already learned."
Their excitement died down a bit after being told that it would just be a simulation. Immediately after he announced this, their desk all lit up, questions appeared on the desk, and with a touch on it using their palm, their student information appeared and their examination began as they answered the questions.
This lasted for three hours. You could only hear people typing on keyboards during this time as they diligently answered. Questions not being taught in the academy appeared quite a lot. Being a magician, they had better memory and could absorb a lot more knowledge. So with free access to the library, even though some questions weren't particularly being taught they could still answer them.
But when questions about 5th gen appeared, their pace clearly slowed down. Questions related to Mana-to-Element compatibility, Mana Conversion Theories, compound magic structuring, and even mana particle emission. With all these difficult questions, the instructor really wanted to see the limits of everyone's knowledge.
Instructor Garen collected the results in his device and he dismissed the class after telling them there would be practical ability test tomorrow. They somehow expected that practical skills were still the best way to have a grasp on someone's ability.
Homeroom classes only happened in the morning and students were allowed to use the facilities in the academy in the afternoon. Of course, the Main Artifact Forging room was not included.
Wallace and Gilbert stayed in the room and used their desk to browse through the academy website. Wallace carefully browsed information about mana infused device. Apparently, almost all electronic devices being regarded here were the ones with infused mana. Technological advancements here were still relying heavily on mana usage so alternative sources of energy were not being particularly researched.
The appearance of magic engineering with the 1st generation several centuries ago allowed normal people to use most basic mana infused materials which lasted particularly longer than those not infused.
Wallace sighed as he checked the technological advancement of this Earth. He had already witnessed the several thousand years of innovation made by human civilization so he could see that this Earth was in its infancy stage.
He still had some time before lunch in their cafeteria when he remembered something. He immediately left the classroom and headed for the library after telling Gilbert that they would meet at the cafeteria for lunch.
He reserved a room in the library and opened a computer device inside. There wasn't really surveillance in the reserved room and only the things you searched online were being monitored. But he wasn't here to browse online for something.
"Uhmm. Excuse me, you can now activate this Pathfinder you mentioned a while ago."
[ Affirmative. ]


Volume 1: Spaceship's Retrieval
Volume 2: Returning to Outer Space
Volume 3: Empire's Descent: Space Aliens vs Magicians 
[Completed Book ] 
[ A 20-chapter side story about MC's love life will be uploaded at a later date. ] 

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A planet that was not recorded in the database containing records of almost all human discoveries in thousands of years. This is where Wallace has to live and survive until he discovers a way home. 

He was left with a damaged spaceship that can only be used as a shelter now. Equipped with his bio-armor, laser gun, and other advanced technology equipment, he was confident that he can somehow survive in this world. But there is something here that is not existing in many galaxies that humans have conquered... magic.

Unfortunately for him, before he could explore the new world that resembles Earth, he died.

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Yes, the whole volume 1 was for the sake of retrieving the spaceship aside from world-building, etc. 

There will be a lot of unanswered questions or missing information at the beginning but don't worry... everything is planned and will be revealed in later chapters.

Also, the first half of the first volume was inspired by 6 or so animes and 4 other novels. Good luck finding them. 
Thanks for reading!

[ P.S. This is my first book so please keep it in mind. I hope you consider reading all free chapters first. Anyway, I assure you that my writing will get better as the story goes. ]

Di Fuyi sighed. "That was only their perception. Why would I give your body to someone else? The mermaid family is one of the best places to safe keep the body. Not only will the place prevent the body from rotting, but it is also able to give the body an eternal life by enhancing its spiritual power while it is kept in hibernation mode."
Gu Xijiu remained silent.
She was startled for a moment. "Since you are not planning to give my body to the former empress, why won't you let me return to that body? You should know that I like being inside a real human body…"
Di Fuyi closed his eyes slightly. "It is a confidential matter. I am afraid that I am not at liberty to share it with you. However, I can guarantee you that the body will always be yours and no one else's. It's only a matter of time before you get your body back, but for now…"
Gu Xijiu was speechless. She never expected him to deny everything.
She took a deep breath. "You said that the former empress was not your fiancé, but her sister has been referring to you as her brother in law, and you have never denied…"
Di Fuyi sighed. "It… It's my fault. Calling me by that title has been one of her habits since a thousand years ago."
Gu Xijiu looked at him. "You mean, you used to be her brother-in-law-to-be? Otherwise, she would not be referring to you this way. Correct?"
Di Fuyi thought for a moment and sighed. The story between Lan Jingke and I happened a very long time ago. Since she had passed away, I wanted to pay my respects to her. Therefore, I did not speak about our past. However, since you have misunderstood us, I think that I should explain it to you now."
Gu Xijiu's heartbeat became slightly faster. She looked at him. "I am not forcing you to tell me anything. I merely wanted to confirm the relationship between you and her…"
"Would you believe me if I told you that she was just my friend and all this is just a big misunderstanding?"
Gu Xijiu took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "If this is how you put it, I believe you!"
Di Fuyi laughed. "No, I know that you don't truly believe me. If I don't explain it to you properly, there will be a burden in your heart forever. I don't want you to misunderstand me all the time. Let me briefly explain our situation to you."
He seemed like he was structuring his thoughts. After a while, he asked, "Xijiu, how do you think I got to become The Lord?"
Gu Xijiu was shocked. "By nature? You are a God, aren't you?"
Di Fuyi lazily smiled. "No one is born a God… In other words, even if I possessed the characteristics of a God and am destined to dominate the world ever since I was young, I would have to go through all sorts of hardship to gain experience…"
Gu Xijiu nodded. "I understand. The Heaven's train a person to be tough by assigning them with challenging tasks. Therefore, it is inevitable to face all kinds of different catastrophes. Why are you mentioning this now?"
Di Fuyi played with his teacup using his finger. He said, "What I am trying to tell you is that I had been growing from the time when I was weak as a teenager just like what you have been through. There was a time when I was not as capable as others and was constantly bullied."
Gu Xijiu remained silent. She thought that he was naturally born to be The Lord. She never expected that he had to work so hard to grow stronger and gain more experience. She decided not to interrupt him and allowed Di Fuyi to continue talking.
She discovered that the relationship between Di Fuyi and Lan Jingke was not that complicated after all. Five thousand years ago, Di Fuyi was still a young man. There was one time where his enemy attacked him, and he fell into the sea. Lan Jingke was the one who had saved him.
During that time, Lan Jingke was still suffering from the death of her father and the mermaid family was undergoing an internal war to seize the throne.


In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general's daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need. 

How does she intend to adapt and survive in such a foreign and hostile world? Follow Gu Xijiu on her journey to discover her one true love!

"Little one, let me tell you a story!" 
This is the exact point in time my fight against insanity began.
I keep talking not to lose my mind. 
You see, here, the only unit of time measurement I have are my stories. 
Humans usually rely upon the sun to keep track of the passage of time. 
The day is bright, and the night is dark. 
Also full of terror you know. 
Still, it is a simple and basic system that works well for its intended purpose. 
Everyone can agree on it. 
If you are ever wondering, you can always look at the giant flaming ball in the sky. 
What happens when there is no such option? 
Let's say you are underground or for whatever reason you need to remain cooped-up inside a building with no windows. 
Then time can be told using technology. 
You can look at your watch and know for sure.
What happens in cases where both options are unavailable?
Well, there is always the biological clock. 
Humans nowadays are used to regular schedules. 
People have a time they wake up and a time they go to sleep. 
Just by knowing how sleepy one is, it's possible to figure that information out. 
Hell, some people even have an internal clock for shiting. 
Especially these guys that make sure to do their business on company time. 
I am in a peculiar situation. 
There is no sun, there is no technology and I have no physical body. 
This means that I had to get creative. 
I started noticing the flow of time by the flow of my stories. 
One anime episode narration recap, one whole movie recap, one gaming highlight recap. 
All of this is done through me talking about my life to my buddy. 
For hours and hours or as I would call it episodes. 
He is a really good listener. 
It is a great help, to be honest. 
Loneliness is no joke. 
Most of the suicides are committed because of that. 
Because of a feeling of not belonging anywhere. 
My recommendation for people that want more friends to talk to is to join the discords of their favorite novels. 
Easy way to find people sharing the same hobbies. 
In that regard, he does keep me company. 
I call it he, but I truly don't know if my companion has a gender, or what it is at all. 
From time to time, he will answer with a well-timed distorted sound. 
Kinda like the nod equivalent humans have. 
Or the use of the ever so useful "Okay.". 
Well, that might be me comforting myself. 
After all, I have no proof whatsoever that it is consciously listening to me. 
It might be more the instinctive reaction to my presence. 
Still, I would rather think him a friend than a detached bystander or even a potential enemy.
Being an optimist is sometimes necessary. 
Hope is necessary to live. 
So, I keep recounting my life experiences to him. 
Sometimes I backtrack to retell the same story but in a better way. 
I feel like the more I keep at it the more I am improving. 
Kinda like that one author I knew. 
That mad lad didn't even speak English when he started his novel. 
Then a few months later he was releasing 3 chapters a day. 
I am in a similar situation. 
At first, I had trouble structuring my ideas. 
Don't get me wrong I'm still not a good storyteller. 
But at least I'm now able to tell a story without adding tons of "ehhh…and this happened ahh….and this". 
But there are bad days too. 
Well, bad undefined timeframes where it is harder. 
Sometimes, for some reason, my friend goes into sleep mode. 
At least that's how I call it. 
He'll just stand there (not literally) and do nothing. 
Says nothing either. 
Then this turns into a one-man show. 
Me talking aloud to no one. 
That reminds me of the time I tried streaming. 
I was truly lucky. 
At the time I had released a few gaming videos and I was well known in a small gaming community. 
As soon as I started, I already had a few viewers to share with and talk to. 
But I did hear horror stories of streaming. 
People staring and talking to their camera for hours with not a single soul to answer them. 
Scary stuff really. 
Sometimes a friend is all one needs. 
That famous painter that used to be on tv would say the same.
God, I loved that guy! 
 After every sleep session, the creature I spend my time with comes back quickly to its curious self.
 Hopping around me (not literally) and awaiting my lectures. 
In such a way a lot of stories happen. 
Many, many stories. 
To put things into perspective I get the feeling I have been here for at least a few years. 
I might be wrong. 
I have no clue. 
I wonder how long such a thing will keep going? 
I have asked myself that same question in countless instances already. 
We keep going this way until I notice the sleep mode happening again. 
I am used to it. 
Just need to wait for a little while. 
For some reason, this seems to take longer than usual. 
I guess I am getting impatient. 
Such is the effect of time. 
But that does not matter. 
I just need to hold on. 
No matter what. 
I just need to remain hopeful and mentally strong. 
I just need…this is definitely taking longer than usual. 
At first, it is only a slight feeling, but soon enough I know it for a fact. 
Don't tell me my friend succumbed?! 
No…. I don't want to be left alone!
"Stay with me! Don't give up! 
I have so much more to tell you! 
You can't do this to me! 
You need to be there to cheer me up! 
You can't! 
You just can't! 
C'mon fight! 
Just fight! 
I don't fucking care how! 
Without you, there is no way I will be able to hold on. 
Please. My friend. 
Please. Fight it." 
"Please Please Please Please Please Please 
Please Please Please Please Please Please 
Please Please Please Please Please Please 
Please Please Please Please Please Please " 
I wait but it doesn't react. 
This is over. 
All over. 
I tried my best. 
I truly did. 
Let this void claim me. 
Let my existence be extinguished. 
I do not care anymore. I just want this pain to be over. 
My only friend. The last one. 
Gone like that. 
Not waking up anymore.
I won't hear its cute gibberish. 
I won't converse with it anymore. 
I opened my heart and soul to it. 
A part of me died with it. 
I won't be myself anymore. 
I'm mentally strong?
I can do this for so long?
Who am I kidding? 
I can't. 
How risible.
I can already feel my soul weakening. 
This is for the best. 
Let it end. 
That's when I hear it. 
A deep melodious voice. 
Seemingly as ancient as the world. 
[Hello little friend.] 
Wait?! 
Is that who I think this is?! 
I would cry tears of joy right now if I could!
I can't wait to have a proper conversation with my friend!

Yggdrasil’s Pupil. 
A direct representative of the God Tree. 
A protector and a bridge with the world. 
No one truly knows where he came from. 
The one that would come to lead them all. 
Guiding the Eternal Forest’s inhabitants. 
A place of myth and legends. 
All we know is he left his mark everywhere in the world. 

I spent my whole life looking for answers. 
I just found a manuscript apparently shedding light on it all. 
I just have one thing to say:
“What the fuck is this?!” 
*Sigh* 
I will just copy it in its entirety. 
You guys can judge for yourselves. 

*PS: Volume 1 is mostly Slice of Life ;)*

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"We are the ammo, time is the trigger and history is the lead bullets"
- Taher Fadia


Raining, as Lilia out of the car to the station that day we'll be seeing each other again in 5 years, as Cass will go to the mastering class school, Lilia would be sent to a special boarding school at the surburbs of the capitol city. It was a special boardinh school for the rich and political leaders. As Cass always think of Lilia as he's own sister imagine how hard 5 years is to wait for. "Cheer up Cass! It's not forever it's 5 years, it's shorter than how long you have been with my family and me" Lilia seems trying to fortify her aching heart. Smiling coldly, Cass looking down than push his face close to Lilia "Dont screw up there, i would not be at your back!". "Like i give a shit!" Lilia slap Cass in the stomach. "Smart ass!" Cass laughing. " I gonna miss ya Fang, not your heartless master!" Lilia saying goodbye to Fang. "I wish daddy was here" Lilia sad. "Hey come on, no one should know that you are here, too many enemies" said Cass with a serious face.
Barnaby is watching not far through a binocullar, as Lilia turn back and stroll into the train. "Let's go home Arthur". "Yes Mr. BB sir!" Arthur is driving the black car. As window rolled up the car leave the central station.
"How long has you work for me Art?" A raspy sound of Barnaby asking the driver. "Almost half of my life sir" the driver answering. "And how long you has been in my house?" Again he asks. "About 9 years sir, this year includes" again the driver answer. "What about your enemies? Have you any?" Barnaby smirking. "That depends what you decided sir" Arthur smiling. "Smart answers" reply the passengger. And the driver drove the car a little bit faster.


That later in the evening Barnaby summons Cass to the study, he is reading a book when Cass knock and standing inside the study with eyes looking down infront of Barnaby. "You request me boss?" Cass with a supple tone. "Ah yes Cass sit!" As he stand up to get a glass of single malt scotch pointing at the chair in front of desk. "How long have you been with me now?" Barnaby asking. "I have for 9 years and my father longer" said Cass.
"And how many enemies do you have?" Asking again.
"Well that depends how many do you have sir?" Cass in a more supple tone then the last.
"Well tought, hahahaha" Barnaby is laughing clapping his hand.
"Now listen Cass, you have been on this house since you are 5 years old, have i ever mistreat you that deserve your apologies?" Barnaby baiting for a real answer.
Before Cass answer it he set a sign to be quiet, and reaching for a blade. Than he throws it on the door, the blade sunk in fully a spill of blood gushing from that sunk in blade, the door knob pulled and drawn. "Ye damn spy!" Barnaby mumbling. It was the new guard that been assigned this afternoon by Matt the new head honco of the Barnes. Looking back at Cass "get me Matt!" . Suddenly entering from the same door where the new guard deadbody, a big white artic wolf draging a half mauled face of Matt. The wolf put down the dying guy and sit beside Cass's chair. "Who sends you fucker?" Barnaby step on Matt's finger. "Ahhhhhh ahhhh" Matt wont talk.
"Do i need to pull his tongue so you can cut it sir, or pierce his ear with a blade sir, seems he is not listening or answering at the moments" Cass asking. "Ow, have you got any new suggestion? That may make this one talk?" Said Barnaby humouring Cass question.
"Lets give Fang a chance to chew one of his legs and.."
"Noooo please Mr Barnes, keep that monster away from me! I'll talk keep my body intact.. please.." the guys is scared his pants off.
"Start singing!" Said Barnaby.


The Fadia a new family organization that recently competing for turf leads by Taher Fadia has been ussurping the Barnes for bones and rags. The reason Lilia left without anyone knowing is that the Fadia is lurking to take the change to hack the Barnes family one by one. Last night one of the Barnes hiding hole has been raided, and burned. The Fadia came from the sand city of Karmel, located in the west of Rogan this city that currently owned by the Barnes. They are competing to gain control the river port to the north, which is the very center of Barnes smuggling operations. The advancement of nanites research on Karmel is limited as they dwell on the artifact of old tech. They said the deserts that around the city of Karmel was man made, millions of infantry master compiler died on that very spots at the ends of the nanowars, the day Richard Cumolo unleash the strain.
Rogan, is on duress the new power is protruding to make haste take over. The Barnes is on edge, so does their armies, this was a gang war.


"Okay now Cass try to make a spesific command to Fang" the teacher said. The 200 meters far wolf begin to roll over on the field.
"Now send it 300 meters and do it again" in the end about 500 meters that the commands start to gone missing as Fang begins to dig a hole on the field.
"Wow 400 meters that is very far" the teacher giving a grade.
"You'll get an A+ for efforts and A++ for talent Mr.Reed, from 300 to 400 in 3 months, you are really pushing that frequency transmiter" the teacher in awe.
"Ok everyone to the next classroom, thats all for today" the bell rang for the next subject all the developer class compiler on the field calling back their slavenites. The one with no slavenites will be given a device that need to prick the hand to draw a drop of blood to activated a temp slavenites, to measures their abilities to command over distance.
The next class was structuring, this was the hardest class on elementery school. It was the last subject to be learned to applying for high graded master compiler school,  they have math, language, history, geography, PE and Remoting. Why only structuring used as a passing point for elementary to graduate?
The training is using a glass box which inside it contains a roundnites, it was a nanites for shapeshifter, a special nanites that can be formed and molded as an all weapon, an all weapon technique will be given with a supercores will be given as a passing achivement. A supercores is a micro engine with 4 different nanites that can produce power that enhanced healing, remoting, structuring and sentinel, each layer control a function, a master control 4 functions at the same time. A well high developing will have to runs on 1 layer of supercores. Training structuring the capacity of function will be higher. We have a tasked to manipulated the roundnites to lift up from the bottom of the box to the other side of the palm it works like a magnet. The roundnites is about 6mm in size we have to magnetize it one by one, sure you can try the barbaric ways ussually the round nites will drop as soon as it reach the glass all at once, it was called the feedback effects. The one that manage to pick up all of the roundnites will advance to Structured class low grade and begin a basic pre high school training for the summer to advance to the high grade, and for the high grade master school one has to pass the test to advance to semi master class at luck mercy one would graduate high school with mid grade master class.
The pledge companies would give a high grade roundnites as a gift for overachiver.
The round nites have a low, mid and high grade, the higher the grade the purer the nanites, the hardness, the volatileness and seamless forming.


That night the rain is pouring, my dad havent got home and its late. My mother was worried. Suddenly a banging at the door, opening it two man collapse one is Mr.Barnes the other is Arthur, my dad.
"Please see Mr.Barnes first, im okay! We were ambush near the bridge, they slash the tire and the car just flew to the side of the bridge, i manage to carry Mr.Barnes to the side, and we walk here by foot". "Get him on the table Cass!" Cortina asking Cass to take Mr.Barnes to lay him on the kitchen table. There are gunshot on the side of Mr.Barnes it was cleanedly pass through, washing the wound and stopping the bleeding, as Cortina heating ke knife to seared the wound to stop the bleeding.
"It was the Fadia we should"
"Dad! Sit rest i'll handle this, your safe, this is my watch!" Cass managing the situation.
Arthur smilling "now that is a tiger!! I raise you right son! We'll settle the score i will rest here.. i feel tired.." Arthur fainted.
"Dont mind that old Ox! Get the family doctor on the phone! Sound the assembly call in the honcos" Cortina busy cleaning the floor of blood.
"There are so many! I hope Mr.Barnes survive this one!"
Looking at the blood on the floor Cass realizing something when Fang licking Arthur's hand, that many blood was gushing from a sleeping man on the floor.
Arthur was sleeping smilling it was a warrior death a proud father saying "i raise you right!" He have no regrets in his heart, he died for everthing bad traded for everything good.
Tears falling from Cassidy's eyes, hugging his mom that begin to cried but no scream able to leave the open mouth, it was a muffled cried.


All the Barnes gang was assambled that night, the doctor came and stabilized Mr.Barnes, Cortina is sleeping after being injected with a sedative. The body of arthur is laying on the casket that the coffin's seller has arrange in the big family room. The diener came as he cleaned and dressed his corpse with his best formal suit. "I sorry sir, i can take that smile of his face it'll ruins the face skins if i did, the man died happy i guess". It was okay, i sent the diener home.
Cass was remembering Arthur, his words his behaviours as a father, friend and role model. "He was never that right!" Talking while mourning.
Arthur was a damn good father, reckless as a wild bull, but never step down from a fight. He was honest as a stupid thugs and loyal as a errand for Mr.Barnes.
"No oh no noooooooo" Mr.Barnes barely walking straight charging for the coffin.
He is angry that his best men has gone leaving him alone as a survivor of the attacks.
One hour later, as the service of Arthur funeral begins, the head honcos of the Barnes organization gathered, as retaliating for the goons are a show of weakness, with the attempted murder reasons the Barnes hunt down the Karmel gangs. All the Fadia turf was invaded that night, mens killed, buildings burned. A full scale gang wars, the 2 giant power of two cities erupted in Rogan. Hunting the remnats of the Fadia's for 3 straight days on the small house near the city limits under the basement they bound Taher Fadia by hand.
Barnaby Barnes came to the location bringing Cass and Fang. "It was a pleasure to meet you Barnes" sneering Taher talking rubbish.
"Shut up!" One of Barnes man lay a punch to his face.
"Ugh! Not in the mood for small talk are we?" Spitting blood.
"Under any conditions we always can reasons, that is beyond what we have here!" Said Barnaby.
"So what you want torture me? Hit me? Kill me? Or you just let me go, i promise i'll go on my merry way and let this one slides"
Once again  a punch came down his face.
"HEY FUCK YOU! BARNES GANGS!"
going to punch him Mr.Barnes stop the goon.
"Bring him to the basement, strip him naked, bind his hand and feet" Barnes ordered the goon.
"What are you going with this Barnes? You sick fuck! Are you some kind of queer or something, hey Barnes!" He keeps mocking.
When everything is settle the last order is to gag the mouth.
"Everybody out!" Barnes give the order.
Cass and Fang entered the room, the door is locked from outside.
The muffled laugh of Taher fills the room, a puny little boy trying to scare me with an oversized dog.
That when the piercing eye of a fatherless boy pointing in front of his face.
"Start from the face then arms and legs, keep him alive as long as possible!" Opening the door leaving Fang alone in the room with Taher.
A last order came of Cassidy's mouth.
"SI'C EM FANG!"
a series of muffled scream heard for hours and hours, no one dare to open the door until it calm down.
A red wolf left the room.


Later that night a box was dropped in front of the Fadia manor in the city of Karmel. 


As a warning for crossing with the Barnes.

Nanites, a nano robots created with a hitech engineering, this was the age of wars. When a majority of the world seek refuge from the engineers, when country sold their prides for science and science is Gods. The forbidden fruits of knowledge has been unleashed, where we studied human and their abilities and boosted it to the very efficiency it has to offers. The time is 200 years ago, the name of the era is "Nanowars".

"You will grow with the main character, a steampunk industrialist era, with modern technology cowboy meet alien style, it also includes full event story, cheat skills, pets, flying pets, unique pets, girls and boys in tight body suits, romance, drama and politics"
- author

"Vrinda Chaturvedi..." 

The pale lady, dressed in simple and comfortable clothes, repeated after Sucheta as she looked at the picture of herself and her family in the album, hoping for some sense of familiarity strike her but it was of no avail. She just felt blank and lost despite scrutinizing the family photo with every bit of her consciousness in a hope of igniting her mind. 

"He was your father," said Sucheta as she pointed to the man with kind eyes who held himself in a prideful posture, "Bhanuprakash Chaturvedi." 

"Bhanuprakash Chaturvedi.." Vrinda repeated after her once again, in a futile attempt to rouse some memory of the man who was her father. But the only solace was the warmth which spread through her as she continued looking at him.

"And she was your mother, Sandhya Chaturvedi nee Trivedi." 

The woman in the pictured was a simple and docile looking lady whose smile emanated love and affection. Vrinda could feel the warmth coursing through her heart increase despite not able to recall anything about the woman, whom she was sure, loved her dearly and she loved her the same if not more. 

"You used to call them Paa and Maa. Your father began one of the most successful companies of Uttar Pradesh - DioTech, based on DNA structuring and biotechnology, being a molecular biologist himself. The company produces a major part of the technology used in hospitals, medicolegal setups and labs along with their own lab which is one of the main centers of DNA Fingerprinting in the country. Your mother chose to be homemaker, despite a sound knowledge in finance," explained Sucheta, showing the data related to DioTech and a few more pictures of her family. 

Vrinda found herself proud after listening to her father's achievements and her mother being a homemaker did not shock her since her smile was unadulterated and her eyes held so much of love which, despite losing her memory, Vrinda felt that she could have lost if she had worked in the corporate world. 

"Am I the only child?" questioned Vrinda, hoping that she had some family left in the world. 

To avoid the repercussions of the revelation, Sucheta decided to divulge the truth about the death of her parents while Vrinda was still in the hospital when she had fervently questioned about Sucheta's identity and demanded an explanation for the delay in rescuing her, from what she described to be the hell descended onto earth. 

"Yes, you are. Sir and Didi had many siblings themselves and they saw their parents struggling to balance between their kids and they thought that they were not capable of balancing in the way their parents did and they decided to have just one child. Quite luckily for them, they wanted a daughter and God decided to bless them with you," answered Sucheta, reminiscing the jubilation dancing on her parents faces at the time of her birth.
"And my name? I heard the nurses speaking that my name is not a very common name. Why Vrinda?" the lost lady asked, wondering if there could be any special story behind her naming. 

"You were supposed to be Radha Chaturvedi. According to astrology, you should be addressed with name beginning with 'ra' and your mother had chosen Radha but your father had a different wish. He never believed in these superstitions and hence quashed the restriction. More than the superstition, I guess, it was the meaning of the name which mattered to him. He wanted his daughter to be known for purity like Vrinda, which is another name for Tulasi, rather than Radha which is the name of eternal lover of Krishna. He had heard of so many failed love marriages, humiliated parents and cheated spouses that he despised the idea of falling in love and hence everything associated with it," Sucheta explained, the happenings of the naming ceremony playing on the canvas of her mind. 

She always found it slightly irritating that he publicly rejected the name chosen by his wife because Radha was the epitome of love, forgetting that she is a Goddess and it was love that kept the world going. 

Vrinda could not understand the psyche of her late father. It was true that he had the right to decide the name of his daughter but not believing superstitions yet believing that name can hold so much value felt contradicting to her. 

"How was I as a child? Fast learner or slow?"
--FLASHBACK--
"I don't know what is wrong with Vrinda, Sucheta. She is almost fifteen months old and she still has not taken her first step. I am worried if there is any problem with her. Our family doctor, Ayush Ji, said that she just does not have the will to walk and there is no physical disability. I wonder when she will take her first step," exclaimed Sandhya, as she flipped through the book about children and walking to find any solution to her daughter's problem. 

"Relax, Didi. I am sure she will start walking anyday. If there is no developmental anomaly, then it is just a matter of time that she will start walking. Maybe, she is waiting to surprise you," consoled Sucheta, placing her palm over Sandhya's shoulder affectionately in an assuring gesture. 

"MALKIN! Beti Ji Chalne Lag Gayi Hai!" shouted the nanny, making Sucheta and Sandhya jump from their seats and run to the play area where their kids were playing to witness a beautiful sight playing out infront of them. 

Vivaan had just started to walk and Sucheta could only guess that seeing someone of her age walk in front of her compelled Vrinda to stand up and begin walking but the beauty lied in the way their tiny palms were intertwined and it appeared that the two kids supported each other, making their way to their mothers. 

Sucheta smiled warmly at the kids before looking at Sandhya, whose happiness knew no bounds, in a loving way. Sandhya had helped her greatly after the birth of Vivaan despite giving birth few weeks before her and it gave Sucheta great pleasure to see her son helping her friend's daughter. 

Although they had begun walking, they could not walk for a long distance. Vrinda was the first one to land on the ground while her weight pulled Vivaan down due to their joined hands, making their mothers run to their rescue once again.
--FLASHBACK ENDS--
"Vivaan? Who is he?" questioned Vrinda, the mere utterance of his name making a shiver run across her spine in the most tantalizing manner. 

Sucehta knew that the question would be coming and she vested hours wondering what could she answer in reply to the question.
"My son and your bestfriend - Vivaan Agarwal."

structuring a story novel

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The Hero Summoned By God

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World's Strongest Cameraman

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