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How did he become this talented?
Everyone secretly said in their hearts.
"Akaba-kun, you are a prodigy."
Orochimaru sighed lightly.
He used to be the most talented student among his peers, but now he acknowledges someone equal or even above him. It was Akabane Kurama. That's why he needs to work harder.
"Hey, let's go back."
After the rematch, Shikato and Murasaki prepared to leave.
Akabane turned around and was about to went back to sleep, but he heard a cough: "Cough cough...Did you forget, I haven't drawn a lottery yet!"
Yoriko Gekko, A petite kid, was dressed in black because she doesn't speak much, and she is easily forgotten.
"Ah, haha... sorry about that.. come and take a draw."
Akabane's clone awkwardly took out the box and let her took her chance...
Yoriko grabbed a paper and read it with a disappointed tone.
"Thank you for your patronage…"
"Well... if you are willing to buy another copy, I can give you another chance."
The clone shamelessly tried to persuade her to buy another copy.
"Huh? Really?"
"Yep."
He nodded.
He is not certain of her luck, but that's the purpose of his lottery, to let people bough comics more than once.
Yoriko hesitated for a moment, then took out another hundred taels.
The clone handed the box again, and she got another one,
"Thank you for your patronage…"
Yoriko looked over him, her eyes full of sorrow. She almost about to cry.
"Ah, this... I tell you what, if you buy another copy, I'll give you a small poster as the compensation."
The clone said awkwardly.
Her luck must be at the rock bottom...
"Ughh, why do I need more comic?"
Yoriko sighed. There was a segment within her tone.
Akabane, who was helping to load the goods, heard this with a look of approval.
However…After her third chance, she finally won the third prize.
"Yeay! This means I get two posters, right? Cough.."
Akabane handed her poster himself.
After taking a look at her posters, she cheerfully smiles.
"Thank you, Akaba. I'm leaving too."
Holding the posters, she turned to catch up with the others.
One of his staff, who was loading the goods on the side, looked at them. He hesitated for a while but then asked: "Akabane-san, why did she want to buy more than one copy?"
"Of course, one comic is enough for her, but after seeing her friends got another prize from the lottery, she couldn't help but felt jealous at them. Its just human nature."
Akabane knew it well.
Every game that he played in his previous life had this kind of marketing strategy to let people spent their money more than they should have."
Besides, 100 Ryō per copy was already a low price for a comic.
Before long, many customers came to buy his comics, and soon there was only a few more space left for the 100th first customer.
…
Until one last place, Akabane was there. He looked sleepy.
Almost fell asleep, but he heard footsteps coming at him...
The last customer?
Want to greet the person, Akabane slowly saw the person from the bottom to the top. He saw a pair of wooden clog that worn by a black-coat man.
Slowly moved up, it was a man, his face was stiff and firm.
Who is this?
Akabane felt familiar, but couldn't remember who he was.
"I want one."
His tone was indifferent.
Akabane immediately picked out a book and handed it to him, hoping that he would leave soon, but unfortunately, the men didn't intend to leave, so he took the book and stood by the door quietly reading it.
After reading a few pages, he closed the comic "Is this telling about Naruto Uzumaki or yourself?"
"Of course, it is about Naruto Uzumaki, and I am not a Jinchuriki."
Akabane answered with a smile.
But the bottom of his heart, he became more and more certain that this man is a bad person.
"Not really, there is history about the Kurama Clan having a monster of their own."
He replied aggressively.
Akabane suddenly felt a terrifying chakra rushing toward him, making him unable to move.
Is this a murderous intent?
"My clan's monster?"
"Yes, I'm aware that you knew about it."
The men's eyes became firmer. "I looked at you, and knowing that you're not a hardworking person, why did you spend your time on such a useless thing as drawing comic?"
"How can it be useless? This is a form of culture and moreover.."
Akabane finally understood the identity of the men whom he talked to and dare not to open his mouth again.
"You need a strong physique and mind to control your chakra Akabane Kurama! Why are you slacking like this?"
He sharpened his eyes and scolded Akabane.
At this current time, there is only one person on Konoha who was this stiff and bloodcurdling, the founder and the leader of Roots and notorious as the Darkness of the Shinobi.
Danzo Shimura.
Of course…
At this period, Danzo hasn't gained such a reputation as the Darkness of the Shinobi.
But his characters were always the same, cold and stiff.
"To be honest, I just have a passion for drawing and story-telling."
"If you want to make a scene, I already wasted my stamina on the previous one."
Knowing that he was talking to Danzo, he could uncover any layer of his heart, so it was better to just tell the truth.
"You are smarter than I thought."
Danzo nodded approvingly.
Then, he dropped a hundred Ryō, took the comics, and left the store.
Danzo did not reveal his identity, nor did he say everything, but he seemed certain that Akabane would notice to whom he talked to.
"huh.. not that I have a genius friends now I have a genius mentor. I just want to live at ease…"
Akabane lamented in his heart.
Now that he had seen Danzo in person, he must agree that the rumor was precise, and the name of the Darkness of the Shinobi for him was well deserved.
But Danzo didn't come for his comic. He just wants to saw his new student.
"Forget it, take one step at a time, you want to do something to me, don't blame me if I take it personally."
Akabane said secretly.
His idea is very simple. Just for the sake of having a peaceful life, whoever tried to cause him trouble, he'll take it seriously.
"That comic would be the 100th sale today, Tsunade, I'm afraid you won't be able to get your prize.."
Akabane glanced at the lottery box.
"Ahh, but yeah... I forgot I promised her one extra lottery…"
There was only one lottery left, which was specially left for Tsunade.
Hmm... this would only mean cheating.. but after all, she wouldn't care.
However, the longer Tsunade left, the more worried he was for Jiraiya. If he did according to what he guessed, Akabane must soon visit him at the hospital.
"Poor Jiraiya.."
As Akabane was about to sigh, suddenly, there was a figure in green clothes leaping down from above.
"Gyaaah!"
Tsunade jumped in front of Akabane and gave him a little heart attack.
Judging from the bloodstains on the corners of her clothes, Jiraiya must've been sent to the emergency room.
Akabane didn't dare to ask the detail, but smiled slightly and said, "rest assured. I left one for you. It's your turn to draw."
"Really?"
"Yep, you happened to be the hundredth, because the last person didn't take his lottery."
And it's true that there was one last lottery. She took her lottery aggressively, Akabane almost drops the box.
At first glance, she couldn't help exclaiming, "Only one last poster left!?"
But when she saw the prize...
"Wow, you are really lucky. Congratulations on your first prize."
In an exaggerated tone, Akabane gave her his biggest poster that was stored on a paper tube looking fancy.
"Woaaw.."
She just stared at the rolled-up poster for a while. Just by looking at the size of it she knew that the poster was special.
She spread it out, and her eyes were gleaming in excitement.
"This.. this is!!!"

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
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Pitch black!


In an instant, Akabane's vision was surrounded by complete darkness.


Akabane took a deep breath and quickly adapted to the darkness.


"What do you think of it?"


Hiruzen smiled slightly.


Hiruzen doesn't have many genjutsu, but Infinite Darkness Jutsu is very handy, especially when dealing with certain clans…


"Of course, sensei!"


It's a rare chance to learn ninjutsu from the Third Hokage. Anything that he knows must be valuable.


Akabane listened carefully and quickly remembered the seals and the ninjutsu.


But this was an A-level genjutsu, and it would take a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list


the name [Infinite Darkness Jutsu] did not appear on it.


"Should I practice it by myself…"


He smacked his mouth regretfully.


A-level genjutsu must take a lot of time to practice; besides, my current Genjutsu is enough…


"Forget it. I might as well draw a few more if I have the time."


Akabane comforted himself in his heart.


Hiruzen didn't know what he was thinking, but based on his personality, it was not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.


As expected…


"Sensei, where do we stay for the night?"


He hasn't taken a proper rest for some time, and it was almost noon. Akabane wants to find some nice place to sleep tonight.


Practicing this new ninjutsu could come later. Well, I'll just let my clone draw the next chapter. The most suited task for me right now is to take a rest.

 

"Don't worry. You can continue to practice your genjutsu."


Hiruzen said with a dense smile.


"…"


Akabane sneered.


He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.


"I'll see how the comics are selling."


There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing here all day.


"…"


This kid just needs to be more diligent.


Hiruzen's expression was stiff and took a breath after he left.


Akabane left the yard and joined the caravan at the entrance of the village.


Although he is a stranger, because he came out of the patriarch's house, there is no trouble coming out like this.


When he reached the village gate, he finally saw a group of people with Kazama on the side.


"Move the cabinet, yes yes, just put it here!"


Kazama commanded loudly to let people quickly arrange their goods into an abandoned house.


This house was idle for some time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.


But…


"What are you putting on?"


Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.


"Akabane-san, what bothered you?"


Kazama asked in astonishment.


When he said that, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious.


No matter how you look at it, nothing felt wrong!


"These decorations are awful. How are we supposed to expect the customers to buy anything from here."


"Do you know what symmetry is?"


Akabane looks like someone with constipation on his face. He is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but their perception of symmetry is a mess, and it insults his characters as a former art student.


This is just a decoration. Does it need to be exaggerated?

 

Kazama pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Akabane meant.


Akabane turned around, then took his pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.


Afterward, he handed the sketch into Kazama's left hand.


"Do it like this."


The old man glanced carefully for a while, and then let someone follow this arrangement.


With the sketches in their hand, everyone followed his order swiftly.


Before long, the store gradually became neatly arranged


The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, with a table in the middle, and comics on the top.


"Akabane-san, it is really a lot more satisfying to see this way!"


Kazama said in surprise.


"This is still not enough."


Akabane takes a vintage view from the outside.


He shook his head regretfully, still missing a few posters.


He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea.


"When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do they have a comic to buy, but they can also get a hand-drawn poster at random chances."


Akabane cast hand seals, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.


"Okay, I will do it, as you said."


Kazama accepted the task without complaining even if he looked a little confused.


There were still a lot of Uzumaki Members who were not ninjas around the village. And those people we're their target for selling the comics.


So he hurriedly off, holding a comic book, and visited every family house to start promoting it.


In front of the shop, Akabane's shadow clone set up the utensils and sat down to start making posters.


Street performance!


The method that Akabane thought of was to draw in front of everyone that passed by the store to build some curiosity around the villager.


As for him… After moving the comic on the cart, Akabane spread out a few pieces of fabric and lay on it.


"It's a pity that the second volume was still in print when I went here. Otherwise, the first and second volumes will be sold together, and that is how I could gain tons of points."


He thought to himself.


Calculating the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.


But there is no way that he could go back to Konoha now. Hiruzen and Danzo will force him to stay here for the time being.


If he collects enough points to exchange for Sharingan or The Uzumaki's half-immortal vitality, then his survivability will dramatically improve.


Akabane thought to himself.


Until now, he has never had the chance to use Fire Release or Silent Killing. But in the future, this ninjutsu would come in handy.


"With these peaceful times, I won't need to use this ninjutsu. It is such a shame…"


Akabane lay down on the cart, staring at the trees and flowers.


For him now, lying down and resting are the most precious things. Perhaps tomorrow, he will be given the task to hunt down the rebels just like his other friends.


As things were done, his surroundings gradually calmed down, leaving only the sound of tools that were used by the workers.


Akabane lay on top, slowly becoming sleepy.


At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.


Subsequently, these voices became clearer.


Akabane raised his head, and the child rushed from behind.


Only a child?


He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, who will pay for them?


Is it impossible to do a giveaway!


"Akaba-nii, Ojisan was right, you are here!"


Suddenly, a delicate voice came.


Who does this voice belong to?


 Akabane slowly raised his head to look at his clone, who was exactly like him.


A bunch of children arrived, and it was Tomiko who was leading them who talked.


"Wow, what is your plan now, Sarutobi-sensei…?"


Akabane uncomfortably tried to avoid contact, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation Jutsu.


However…


"Hey, this is the real Akaba-nii!"


Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane was shamefully caught even if he had already transformed.


"Didn't I give you a comic before?"


He sat up and coughed embarrassingly.


"I came to see you Akaba-nii, but I heard from Kazama-jiisan that you were here."


Tomiko said.


She came all the way here, and no one seemed to lead the way, which may indicate…


"Her ability is perception!"


He said inwardly.


In the actual comic, Karin possessed the ability of Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which could the user sensed chakra from an exceptional distance with great detail.


This is indeed a huge benefit for the side that the user chooses on the battlefield.


Akabane became worried. In his mind, the Third Hokage, Danzo, etc. flashed by.


These people someday we'll know, and I am afraid that they will not let her spend her life easily.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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When the Prom Queen is drugged into bowel distress, her best friend suggests rather absurd solution, balantantly ignoring their moral responsibility.
 Tade is banished from home because of his unusual familiarisation with human beings, into the regularly polluted lake of Badagry.
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"The son of prophecy will bring doom to us, so, kill him, Elder. Do not hesitate!"
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I was sent to her.
An answer to her prayer.
I dared the heavens for her sake
And i was hunted, 
Like a demon from the bottomless
I was chained, Like Lucifer.
Forbidden like the devils with him.
The heavens took her breath to punish me. 
But i am resilient.
My love for her is greater than the heavens itself.
And i will Make the heavens burn
I will trail the recesses of darkness,
Till i get stronger. 
Strong enough to bring her back.
Strong enough to destroy the heavens
I will take revenge and i will spare No ONE
I am SUNDAY and 
MY WORD IS FINAL!
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"The wish in your heart will come into fruition? Wait, but there's no time limit, and it didn't even explain how long it will take for the wish to come true. Each use will exhaust one page of the comic, will it? This strongest power of the Lesser Red Specter is not as powerful as I anticipated." Chen Ge read through the introduction on Yan Danian's special power seriously. "If I have a wish in my heart, I will use my hands to fulfil it. By exhausting another's life to complete my own dream, even if it does come true, the dream will turn rather meaningless."
Reading the words on the black phone, Chen Ge could sense the trace of melancholy behind it. Danian painted a strange and curious world with his pens, but at that same time, that world could be seen as the purest and cleanest. It was called supernatural by others simply because it would not have been a part of reality.
Chen Ge put the phone away, and not long after that, Shinozaki and his assistant came out from the room with a large bag. They looked so excited.
"How did the discussion go?" Chen Ge asked.
"Someone like Master Yan is a true artist. It is truly my honor and good fortune to have been given a chance to cooperate with him." Shinozaki was a prideful man, and it was not easy for him to admit something like that.
"Yan Danian has spent his whole drawing and working. He is a straight-minded person and doesn't even know how to be cunning. I hope you are sincere in cooperating with him and will not resort to underhanded tricks." Chen Ge stood in the middle of the dark corridor. He had the bloodied doctor's outfit on. The chains dragged on the ground, trailing into the darkness.
"Understood, you don't need to worry about that." Cold sweat poured out of Shinozaki's forehead involuntarily. His experience at the Haunted House earlier returned; that memory would probably haunt him for life.
"I'm glad to hear that. I hope for the two of you to have a good collaboration then. Other than that, if it's possible, I hope that you can mention Western Jiujiang Haunted House on the published comic. After all, Yan Danian is still my employee," Chen Ge suggested casually.
"That's no problem, we should help each other." Shinozaki was familiar with the world of business, but he could not explain his innate fear of this young man. After sending Shinozaki and his assistant away, Chen Ge went to have a chat with Yan Danian.
Yan Danian had handed his work over to the Shinozaki's studio, and they would publish two comics soon—Ghost Tenants and Underworld Academy.
Ghost Tenants was inspired by Yan Danian's own life while Underworld Academy was a brand-new work using Mu Yang High School as the background. Both of them would appear on comic websites over the world in serial format. The author would have Yan Danian's name, and the royalties would be shared 50-50 between Yan Danian and Shinozaki's studio. Based on Shinozaki's prediction, Yan Danian could hope to enjoy a comfortable life in the future.
"Money is the source of many sins; Danian is too innocent to handle so much money. To maintain his passion for art, I mustn't allow him to be corrupted by money. I think I should look after his royalties for now."
As Yan Danian's name grew, this Lesser Red Specter might become one of the central pillars of the Haunted House. After dealing with Yan Danian, Chen Ge's mood turned better. He walked out from the Haunted House. Xu Wan and Xiao Gu left after cleaning the place, but Scissors and Zhang Jingjiu stayed.
"Both of you have done quite well today, but there is room for improvement." Chen Ge took out his phone and glanced at the memo. "Scissors, you have a natural talent for this, but you still haven't explored it to its full potential. When we cornered that visitor earlier, why did he choose to run toward you? It's because he saw weakness in you that he could take advantage of.
"Jingjiu, you don't need to rush. There are many things that a Haunted House worker needs to learn. You've gotten used to the darkness, and that is already a big improvement. Take it slow and give it time. I'll go to the hotel and act as the owner once. Perhaps my interaction with the visitors will give you some inspiration."
After communicating with the new workers, Chen Ge recommended some material for them to read before allowing them to go off work.
"Li Wan City's mission is already over, but there are still loose ends." Chen Ge waited until sundown before he grabbed his backpack and hailed a taxi to get to White Dragon Cave Tunnel. When he reached the tunnel, the sky was completely dark.
"The shadow's heart was shared by Zhang Ya and Doctor Gao, and it has completely disappeared, but the ghost fetus is still alive. This four-star mission will definitely be much more difficult than Li Wan City. After it is birthed, it will come to find me trouble, so the best solution is to locate it before its birth."
The ghost fetus was probably a Greater Red Specter and a Specter more terrifying than Zhang Ya.
"If I can't stop it before its birth, then my hope is on Zhang Ya making a breakthrough."
Both sides were racing against time, and the current calm was exactly the state before the storm. Closing his eyes, Chen Ge touched the wall and headed deeper into the jungle. He recited a name in his heart. When he got to the forty-fourth recitation, the air around him thickened, and a chilling presence surged around his heart.
"You managed to return alive?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Chen Ge's eyes slowly opened. "You should be more familiar with the changes in Eastern Jiujiang than I am. The shadow has already been consumed."
The large spider shadow loomed over Chen Ge. At the top of the tunnel, large appendages crawled out from the darkness, and a hissing spider dangled above Chen Ge's head.
"The shadow has been consumed? By whom?" The spider's upper body was that of a boy. This was the woman in the tunnel's son, and he was the real owner of the three-star mission, The Tunnel.
"It doesn't really matter. The important thing is that we seem to have created a bigger problem." Chen Ge told him about the ghost fetus; he wanted to drag this Red Specter before him into the mess. Chen Ge's words confirmed some of the boy's suspicions. The more he heard, the darker his face became. Killing Chen Ge now would amount to nothing.
"I've brought her back safely, and I hope we can cooperate again in the future." After saying all he needed to, Chen Ge released the boy's mother from the comic and retraced his step.
Walking out the tunnel, Chen Ge went down the street for half an hour before he caught a cab. He carried his bag and rode the taxi to a certain abandoned mental asylum in Western Jiujiang. Chen Ge leaped over the wall with ease to enter the Third Sick Hall. He pried open the door and entered the corridor filled with pillows and mattresses.
"Men Nan?" Opening the comic, Chen Ge summoned Men Nan. The red shadow appeared beside Chen Ge. When Men Nan saw the familiar halls, he felt hot tears prickling his eyes.
"Welcome home." Chen Ge stretched lazily. He felt weirdly comfortable at this strange place, probably because he had been there way too many times.
"This is my home, not yours!" Men Nan complained weakly. As a Red Specter, he felt like he should act with the dignity of one, but whenever he saw Chen Ge, he felt the urge to go on a rampage.


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

With the rising of the morning sun, Trent knew he was screwed. Putting down the game controller, he quickly grabbed his phone to check the time. Thank God, it's only 6:30. He has to be ready in thirty minutes to make for his bus. He's made it to the bus at later times. Just some things need to be sacrificed. Trent rushed to clean up his room. There were chip bags and sodas all over the floor. There was also an unidentified young man lying on the floor.

"Micah! Come on man wake up. We'll be late if we don't get up," Trent said as he kicked his little brother awake. Startled, Micah shot up from his spot on the floor. Looking around, he also realized what time it was as he sped back to his own room.

The Davis family is made up of four members. There is Trent, the oldest son at seventeen, Micah the youngest son at sixteen, Arielle, the only daughter at fourteen, and Debra, their mother at thirty-four. Their father died when Trent was four but their mother raised them well on her own. After his father died, Trent turned to comic books to keep his spirits up. He didn't care about the franchise feud that went on. He just cared about the stories and what the heroes would do with their powers and abilities. Growing up as the oldest, the other siblings began to take on his love for comic books as well, causing the house to be a den of comic books, action figures, and various comic paraphernalia.

Their mother Debra, was out of state on a business trip, so Trent and Micah decided they'd play the new Spiderman game and didn't realize how late it got.

Hurrying to get themselves ready, there was a knock on the door.

"Trent, Micah, I finished making breakfast so hurry up or you'll miss the bus." Their sister Arielle said through the door before leaving. Knowing he didn't want to skip breakfast, Trent kicked himself into overdrive, hopping out of the room with half his clothes on. As he stumbled out of the room, Trent tripped down the steps leading down to the first floor.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Screaming swears on the way down, Trent finally reached the ground.

"Man that hurt a bit." Trent got off the floor and rubbed his sore ankle. On the way down it banged on the steps a couple of times so he would probably have to put more pressure on the other foot. Quickly finishing readjusting his clothes, he limped into the kitchen.

"Are you alright? That sounded painful." Arielle said in a teasing tone, but not completely able to hide the hint of concern in her voice.

"Nah I'm good. I've dealt with a whole lot worse than that." Trent slid onto a chair and began to eat his breakfast. Despite her age, Arielle was the best cook in the house. Trent was well enough to cook for himself, but it wouldn't taste more than average. Not to mention his culinarily inept brother.

As he finished up his breakfast in less than two minutes, not even breaking his record, Micah came down the stairs, ready to leave.

"Bruh you good? Cause it sounded like a cartoon. I thought I was gonna have to call somebody." Micah looked at his brother with a smile on the corner of his lips, barely keeping in his laughter.

"You're just mad cause I only died once on my play-through." Trent retorted back to Micah with a satisfied smile on his face.

"It was all just luck. It'll never happen again in a million years." Micah walked in and sat down to eat his own breakfast.

"Don't need it to Micah, don't need it to."

Finishing up their food, Trent and Micah moved to wash the dishes. They followed a set of unspoken rules. Whoever cooks is exempt from washing the dishes. They looked at the clock. They had two minutes left before their bus got to their street.

"Alright let's head out, I'll lock up behind us." Trent grabbed his bag and the keys from beside the entrance and waited for his siblings. As a high school senior, Trent didn't have much work he had in his bag so he would leave at the door so he wouldn't have to pack it everyday. Thankfully, they made it to their bus. Other than Trent falling, there was no accidents throughout their ride.

As their bus pulled into the high school, Trent made sure to step off first. He had the habit of sitting at the front of every bus he got on so he was always first off. Although he had a license himself, he wasn't allowed to drive his mother's car when she wasn't there. 

Standing a little ways from the bus, Trent waited for his siblings to get off. As they got close to the entrance of the bus, shouting was heard from the side of the school. Suddenly, a car drove on the sidewalk of the school, scattering some students and bulldozing over others.

Realizing that he was in the pathway of the car, Trent tried to run to the safest area near him, his bus. Taking a step, ready to sprint to the bus, a shock ran up his leg and he fell. His ankle was still hurt from the fall! Looking up and seeing the horrified face of his brother and sister, Trent rushed to stand back up but, he was too late. The car's bumper smashed directly into Trent's head and darkness engulfed his surroundings.

[System integration 50%...75%...100%]

[System Integration complete]

Before completely losing consciousness, Trent heard a mechanical voice echoing in his head before he embraced the darkness.

After a freak accident, Trent wakes up in a new world of magic. Along with a system that gives him the powers of heroes and villains from comic books, Trent fights monsters, bandits, and nobles to find a way back home and to prove that powers are better than magic. (Note: Uses strong language throughout the book so if any are offended, just know that this is the way the character's personalities are made.)

Kevin was about to say hello, but because of a sore throat, he had to cough. With a handkerchief in his hand, he let a faint cough. But as time passed, the coughing never stopped.
In the end, young Vincent got annoyed for interrupting his once in every few days of pleasant silence. He raised his head and turned to shoo the coughing man away.
Kevin soon let out a loud cough. That's when young Vincent's sad green eyes picked up blood on the handkerchief. 
However, he soon realized it wasn't normal blood. Instead, it was green and gunky like old paint. The man sitting near him wasn't a visitor but as an infected survivor like him.
The young Vincent frowned in shock, said nothing, and quickly averted his eyes.
"Sorry young man for my coughing. When I get tired, this happens. Don't worry, boy. It's not infectious. " Kevin was used apologizing these past two years, like a habit he expressed an apology.
Young Vincent's eyes soon picked an interesting picture on the cover in the man's hands. He kept staring for quite a while until Kevin noticed the boy's gaze.
"Huh? " Young Vincent became surprised when he heard the man beside him chuckle for no apparent no reason while staring at Vincent's eyes as if he found treasure.
"Sorry, boy. But your cool looking green eyes resemble the Hero on the front page of this comic. " Kevin placed the comic book on young Vincent's lap with a bright smile. It wasn't the smile of a sick person, but one full of life.
Young Vincent felt a bit weird by this, yet strangely intrigued at the same time. His green eyes made everyone around him treat him like a monster, but now a man said they were cool.
"Cool? I resent my eyes. They remind me of my deceased parents. I wished to go to the amusement park... they died, but I lived. I killed them... " Young Vincent despised his eyes as they meant what he had done.
Forcing his parents to take him to the grand event, he believed their deaths were on his hands. A sin no son should ever make.
Unfortunately, he didn't know yet how his parents didn't care about his school result; they only cared about his happiness, and that's why they took him there.
Vincent could only know their real feelings in the memory from the dream-like vision before landing in the new magical world. The deja vu sickness usually didn't show the past, but instead, it showed a different present.
The Vincent dreaming all this in the wisp body acted strangely. Bright white tears flowed from his eyes because of the emotions surging in his small wisp body.
[Vincent, resist the feelings you once had. Only then can you move forward. If the past chained you, then break the shackles that bind you. Your new present is beside three beauties.]
Vincent understood her words while the turmoil in his heart began settling. This was the past, and the past can't get changed. Even if he could change the past, he couldn't live without meeting Kevin's family.
"Don't be sad, boy. My name is Kevin Brooks. Take a look at this Hero, you both look alike. " Kevin introduced himself while trying to cheer the sad young Vincent. His hand approached the comic and pointed at the Hero on the front page's cover.
However, Kevin could see that his words weren't reaching the young Vincent, who stared at the picture in a daze. He appeared both bothered and surprised.
Kevin grabbed the book, flipped the page at the best action scene, and placed it back on his lap.
"The green-eyed Hero fights the evil immortal villain, that is the most interesting fight I might say. So... What's your name? " Kevin persisted while trying this new tactic. Then he placed the open comic on young Vincent's lap once again.
Young Vincent sighed in annoyance as his head lowered down. On his lap was the comic book displaying a two-page fighting scene. It had impeccable art, artistically depicting the Hero as someone grand.
The green-eyed Hero donned a short curly brown hair, a toned muscular build while his body left a faint green trail on his every move. He wore a sleeveless thorn outfit with a hoodie and a face mask.
In this image, the green-eyed Hero was delivering a mighty blow to the Villan while his skin had a sheen. As if it was sweat from heat or hard skin. 
The hoddie was half thorn displaying his curly hair and a gaze which could pierce any evil doer to death. One which would make any reader feel the intensity of this fight. It felt real, and this gaze caught young Vincent's attention. 
Vincent would later become so impressed that he would sometimes dream of being this character and relive the chapters in his dreams. 
This was the start, the trigger which made Vincent a fanatic of Heroic stories to no end. The thrill of discovering a new power, a new Hero, and a different world made Vincent desire to read more.
"Vin... Vincent. " Young Vincent for the first time in two years said his name out of his free will. Even though it felt forced, Kevin wasn't demanding his name, only bothering him in a friendly manner.
Kevin felt the bait finally worked. He hoped that now, this comic book could a least give the young Vincent's eyes some life. It was one of the favorites Kevin liked to keep with him.
"Here... there... ok, now flip that page. " Kevin revealed to the young Vincent the most important parts of the comic.
Every scene the young Vincent's eyes laid upon made him more interested in reading it alone. Kevin was too cheerful and pushy for his tastes.
"So what do you think? As I said before, green eyes are cool. Don't worry about the past. It's the future that you must shape with your own two hands. " Kevin said. His hand gently landed on young Vincent's head and patted his head.
Young Vincent raised his gaze in surprise, then stared at Kevin with a frown. Kevin acted like a cheerful kid. It was hard to become angry at such a warm genuine smile.
"Come on... please... pretty please? Tell me what you think? It's awesome right, and with your eyes, I feel like I'm seeing the Hero in person, haha." Kevin sent a barrage of winks while curving his lips, forming a funny smile and laughing a the same time. It was weird yet hilarious to watch.
Vincent felt his heart suddenly feel at ease and happy. His emotions were strangely linked to the past young Vincent as he felt every emotion his past self felt.
Regrettably, this fateful encounter didn't last long. Before young Vincent could answer his question with a yes, a nurse approached both of them and said, "Vincent Agius, you may follow me to the testing lab." 
"Hey, Vincent. Every week, I will be here since I bought an apartment complex and inherited an old library from a relative. I will bring the next chapter for you to read if you want." Kevin handed the comic book to the young Vincent and waved his hand goodbye.
"Can I ask something? " Young Vincent asked with a hint of red cheeks. He wasn't used to talking for so long, and more so because he wanted to ask a personal question as he continued, "If the green-eyed Hero needs help, what can he do? "
It was a tricky question since Kevin noticed it felt a bit personal; it was as if the young Vincent was talking about himself. He needed saving, but who could save him from all this suffering?
"They help themselves since they are their own Heroes. " Kevin said with a light giggle, then he placed his hand on the young Vincent's shoulder, and with a reassuring grip, he continued, "That's why if you don't help yourself, as you are experiencing, no one can help you. Be your own green-eyed Hero Vincent."
The wisp Vincent realized something. Kevin said a phrase that Vincent had forgotten. But now, these words resounded in his heart. He was currently in a world where only by helping himself could he survive.
-Only by helping my self can I be the Hero of my life. Only then can I have the strength to protect my new family.-
As Vincent uttered these words in realization, everything froze in place. It felt like the dream-like vision hit a pause button.
Suddenly, darkness filled both their view as the scenery faded into darkness. Soon, wisp Vincent and Kazumi could only see each other, but he didn't wake up from this dream-like vision.
The light slowly returned, but this time a blurry scene in a room Vincent never saw appeared before them. In the room were four men with their faces blurred out, sitting in what seemed like a rehabilitation room.
One man wore a white nurse outfit with a notebook in his hands while writing something. It was a specialized psychiatrist for the mutated patients as the person felt familiar to Vincent the more he focused on him.
-Where are we?-
[Is it perhaps a group rehabilitation room? The nurse person wearing white resembles the psychiatrist who took care of you.]
-Why are we here? I know this isn't a deja vu dream since it shouldn't show the past, but... a place I never visited has appeared in front of us.-
Before Kazumi was about to reply, the door opened. Soon entered two people with their faces unblurred in the room while saying hi. One of the two was Kevin, beside him stood a shy looking Japanese woman.
She had a nerdy girl's appearance as her clothes seemed used and old. A pair of old glasses on her face and a comic book of the green-eyed Hero held in her hand. Most likely given by Kevin.
[Pff... Who is this nerdy chick? She looks hilarious, haha.]
Kazumi laughed at the woman's appearance, but as some say, karma is a bitch.
"Welcome, Kevin. Is this Kazumi Chiba, who should join us today?" The psychiatrist said with a welcoming tone.
Kazumi stopped laughing. She felt something was strange about this situation. The nerdy woman in the room can't possibly be her, right? This is one of the many questions that echoed in her heart.
-Hey Kazumi, what's wrong? That woman... it can't be you, right? This is my dream, but... -
-Wait! Could it be that when you linked with my soul, this link gave us the ability to share our dream?-
Many questing filled their minds, but no one could answer them. The only way was to patiently watch the scene before them unfold. To hope that a hint about why this is happening, and if it was Kazumi in the room. If so, then she was most definitely a real living person.
"Kazumi was lost on the first floor. After asking me about this floor, we ended up in the same room, haha." Kevin laughed while patting the shy Kazumi on the back. Unlike the-wisp Kazumi, this shy version was like night and day.

Vincent lost his parents at a young age to an unknown infection that mysteriously spread in a large city which was holding a massive worldwide event. He survives but he becomes mutated by the infection. In the end, he blamed himself for his parents' deaths because he was the one who insisted on visiting the event.

Years later, Vincent meets with an infected survivor named Kevin, who helped him heal his heart. However, not all stories have a happy ending. Unfortunately, Kevin would pass away ten years later and leave a book with heroic tales as promised behind. 

However, the book wasn't as it seemed and after Vincent reads the book, it teleports him to the world the book depicts. A world of sword and magic with a horrible twist. Heroes are referred to as invaders, so people hate, persecute, and kill any otherworldy hero summoned to their world. 

As an oddity to the world and possessing an oddity residing in his body, Vincent becomes the only person in the world to awaken two classes. A Hero and a Mutation class. The more retainers he acquires, the stronger he becomes through mutation.

This is the journey where Vincent starts from naive to brave, zero to a hero. From a single young adult to a harem king, from a nobody to an important person to many. 

As Vincent tries to survive with people he can trust, he would receive many titles such as Harem King, God, Miracle Worker, Hero, Husband, Master, King, Monster, and many more.

Multiple questions will haunt Vincent's thoughts while living in the new mystical and strange world.
Go back to Earth?
Protect his new loved ones?
Find the mystery of the teleporting book?
Or create a haven where he and his loved ones can live in peace? 

These questions are for the readers of the book of heroes to discover as his story unveils itself.
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The first season, survival in a new world, will span around 200+ chapters.
The second season, eventful six months (might change the name later) draft is in progress.

The rainbow butterfly was a rare creature that evolved from the rainbow bug. Live ones were worth about 100 Moe Coins, and the specimens were worth about 50 Moe Coins, which could be used to make items.
In total, they caught seven rainbow butterflies at the first try, and the whole process of rainbow planting required two days of meditation, three days of planting, one day of silk throwing and one day of weaving, and when the entire process finished, a week was also over. In other words, it would take seven days to produce one chapter, and about 700 Moe Coins could be earned on the side, which was not bad.
Hank, the stray cat, was the only merchant in Luhua village. It often walked around the village, selling its merchandise. Since Zhou Yu had enough Moe Coins, he would occasionally visit its shop, and if there were anything that he was interested in, he would also buy it as well.
But today, this smart businessman was here to buy the rainbow butterflies.
"Dear guardian, although I know you do not want to sell the rainbow butterfly, as a businessman in Luhua village, I still want to give you my advice. Our Luhua village commercial level is too low, except for some adventurers, almost no one buys stuff. I know that you intend to set up your own business and upgrade Luhua village to Luhua city, but if the commercial level is too low, even if you find the code of law, you are still unable to upgrade the village."
Today was probably the only day that the stray cat Hank talked to Zhou Yu the longest. In the past, Zhou Yu didn't care about the mini Luhua village's business. Apart from the pub, there were almost no other places that the villagers could spend their money. Even the mini amusement park did not sell tickets, resulting in Luhua's business transactions far less than the amount needed to upgrade the village.
In the mini amusement park, except for some wandering street performers, there wasn't even a regular street vendor. It looked very sad. It was not a nature reserve but looked more like a natural reserve. Probably no one would be able to find such a clean business district elsewhere.
Since Hank was already a merchant in Luhua village, naturally, it would not want this kind of thing to happen, but the guardian Zhou Yu was not interested in developing the business, so it could only try its best to maintain the existing business activities. However, since the guardian had the intention to become a Lord, then the business development naturally became a necessary part.
Zhou Yu did not know that the upgrade of Luhua village had this kind of compulsory requirement. Originally, he thought that finding the code of law was more than enough, but now it seemed like there were also other requirements, so he asked hurriedly, "so according to your idea, how should Luhua village improve its commercial level?"
"The rainbow butterfly is a rare animal and selling it can get high commercial points. Normally, every harvest of the colorful cloud silk can get 5~10 rainbow butterflies. If you are willing to give me half of it every time and let me sell it to other regions, then the commercial level of Luhua village will probably be able to be upgraded soon."
Then, Hank explained to Zhou Yu the advantages of upgrading the commercial level, that was, some wandering merchants would be willing to stay in Luhua village to set up their shops. In this way, he could get a certain amount of business tax. It would be much better than the current state of Luhua village, which had zero tax.
More shops mean the tourists of the mini amusement park would be more satisfied, and then it would naturally attract more tourists, and then the commercial level would be increased again. The higher the commercial level the more merchants would join Luhua village, and then there would be more shops. With this kind of virtuous cycle, mini Luhua village would thrive very soon.
Taking out half of the rainbow butterflies was actually nothing to Zhou Yu, after all, currently, Luhua village did not have an item craftsman. If he took out half and saved half, not only could it improve the commercial level of Luhua village, but he could also earn Moe Coins, it was a good thing. Besides, in order to build a city, he had to level up the commercial levels.
So, Zhou Yu agreed to Hank's proposal and entrusted it to sell three rainbow butterflies.
"Dear guardian, please wait for my good news, I'll definitely sell them at a good price."
And just as Hank, the stray cat, was about to start running around the streets selling its merchandise with a huge backpack, the king of thieves came running.
"Wait, Hank. I'll go with you."
The King of thieves was entrusted by Zhou Yu to investigate the situations of the forces nearby, and being a wandering merchant was the best way to hide his identity, so he took this opportunity to start his espionage. Recently, there was nothing happening in the amusement park, and Zhou Yu also didn't need the protection from the King of thieves, so Zhou Yu nodded and agreed to the King of thieves' request.
.........
Two days later, Zhou Yu finally saw the latest comic book of Ying Xiu comic studio, "The hunt for revenge".
A long piece of cloth was laid out neatly. If Zhou Yu hadn't known it in advance, he would have thought that he had just entered a cloth store. However, this was the final look of the comic. Fortunately, the studio was still able to produce the paper copy and the digital copy of the comic. Otherwise, Zhou Yu really wouldn't know what to do.
The setting of the story was still modern. Judging from the world background displayed in the first 50 pages, the main storyline was probably about the various prehistoric giant beasts in the Chinese mythologies that escaped from their seal and lurked in the human world doing evil things. The main character, Song Ci, who bore the blood of a Daoist family, came out from a secluded mountain to retrieve these beasts one by one.
It was indeed still a Shonen manga, it was just that it had a very rich legend flavor and coupled with the style, which was as strange and fanciful as the Classic Of Mountains And Seas, it showed a wonderful and unknown world.
The emotional tone of the story was similar to that of "assassin", which was all about the aloofness and coldness of the protagonist, lacking some gags. However, it was still slightly different. The darkness and coldness of Impermanence in the assassin was caused by the feud he bore. In fact, deep inside, he still had a warm heart. However, Song Ci of "The hunt for revenge" was indifferent. Seemingly smiling all the time, but actually, he was very ruthless.
Even though he was smiling, his smile still gave people a chilly feeling.
This was the comment of a passer-by in the comic.
Of course, this was only the first chapter, Zhou Yu still could not tell the protagonist's character completely. In the later chapters, the story would reveal the more detailed inner world of the protagonist. But from an old comic fan's point of view, Zhou Yu could tell that this comic was very good. The combat scene of the comic was extraordinary. The sense of attack and the sense of pleasure was displayed perfectly in the comic.
However, there was a problem. Because the colorful cloud brocade was weaved by using the colorful cloud silk, so Zhou Yu always thought that it would be a colored comic. However, when the first chapter of "The hunt for revenge" was produced, it was still in the black and white style, where did those colors go?
This was soon explained by the fast-handed Wang, "the colors of the colorful cloud silk are, in fact, not just colors that simple, they represent people's emotions, love, hate, joys, and sorrows, etc... Don't you see that the comic, that was made of it, is full of emotion and very moving?"
Hearing what he said, Zhou Yu thought for a second. Indeed, with just one chapter, he was already impressed by some of the characters in the story. Originally, he thought that the fast-handed Wang's drawing skill had improved again, but he did not expect that it was because of the colorful cloud silk.
"Then, what do we do with these colorful cloud cloths?"
Since he had already gotten the paper copy and the digital copy, he really did not know what to do with those cloths.
"The colorful cloud cloth is not top-quality cloth, but it is still ok. If you sell it in Star Light city, you should be able to make some money. Didn't you ask Hank to upgrade the commercial level of Luhua village? You can ask him to sell these colorful cloud cloths as well"
Oh yeah, I almost forget about that one.


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
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