A beautiful  girl from a rich family  decided  to eloped  with her boyfriend to escape from everyone,but on reaching  at the train station  she found him kissing his childhood  friend . 
     When she decided to end her life she bumped  into him and unknowingly became of him she started to live again.


A handsome  soldier  who had retired  to join his family business from army bumped  to a beautiful  girl at the Train  station  and since  then fated fate keep playing with both of them.

Ziyi's week was extremely busy. She almost went crazy doing all her assignments and course works. She even skipped Jiang Chen's lecture to avoid meeting him.Finally, the university holidays were officially started.
Ziyi packed her luggage and along with her friends, everyone went to the Sheffield Railway station. Angela, Zaw, AJ, Aseem and Mian planned for a one week trip to Paris and as usual, Ziyi planned to leave for US. So, Ziyi would go to her home in London and fly from Heathrow airport, where as her friends would fly from Manchester directly. As Ziyi's train to London approached, She hugged everyone and bid her goodbye. She told them to enjoy their trip and got inside the train. The train would just halt only 4 minutes in Sheffield, so she hurriedly got inside the train.
But to her surprise, there wasn't a single passenger in the entire compartment. Even her friends were surprised standing on the platform.Everyone went to the near by costa except Zaw. He stood at the same place as before. East Midland Train from Manchester to London Kings cross that too at the peak hour, being completely empty is practically impossible. Just when something crossed her mind, the doors for the train were closed. Zaw dialed her number immediately but the network is unreachable. Ziyi looked at her mobile and her mobile network showed 'No connection'. 
The train started immediately and Zaw stared at her intently. She signaled him that everything is okay looking at his worried face. Slowly, the train left. He immediately made few calls and then headed back to the costa. Ziyi, then tried to connect to the train Wi-fi, but there was connection failed error.It didn't take much time for Ziyi to process that jammers  are installed in the train.
She placed her trolley near the luggage area. Then she she tried to enter the next compartment. There are no passengers in the next compartment also. she walked further more and found even third compartment was empty. Without probing any further, she walked back to her original compartment. She took her airpods out and connected her phone. Then, started playing some music while reading a novel in her hand.She looked very calm and relaxed, though she knew that someone did it deliberately.
The train crossed three stations without even stopping. She didn't pay any attention but instead focused on reading the novel. After sometime, she glanced at her watch once and started counting
10
9
...
1
Suddenly, a handsome hand placed a cup of coffee infront of her. Without even, lifting her head, she grabbed the coffee and started drinking it slowly without any response.
He waited for a long time to see if she would at least panic when such strange things do occur. There is not even a single passenger in the entire train. Her mobile has got no signal and wifi couldn't be connected. The train even didn't stop at the other stations, when it's not a direct one.If it happens to any other 22 year old girl, she might be scared atleast even if it is not to death.
But her posture looks completely relaxed and even seemed to be enjoying...!!
" Prof Jiang, I never knew that I was this expensive", she spoke without even lifting her head.
"Huhhh...??", Jiang Chen exclaimed.
" Don't you agree ?", she questioned again, still not lifting her head.
"Nothing in this world could match up, to give you a price !! You are just priceless ", in a calm manner he answered.
"Never imagined that the fortune rich billionaire is an open flirt !!", she sounded nonchalant.
"It depends on the person I meet". He continued staring at her, but so far, she still hasn't lifted head to see him.
The girl remained silent. 
"Why did you book the entire train ?"
"To talk about our marriage", his voice was calm.
"What ????" her eyes were wide open and the novel in her hand slipped due to the shock.

For five long years, without giving upon a single day, he searched for her !!

To Jiang Chen,the only heir of Jiang group, she is an obsession. He couldn’t understand the reason why his best friend, cut off all the contacts without any reason. Her leaving was a nightmare and he couldn’t sleep well from the day she left.

As a miracle, he met her in the UK. 

To Zhang Zhiyi, Jiang Chen was always her unrequited first love. A man for whom,she was willing to give up everything, turned into an enemy. At present she even hates to breathe the same air if he is within the vicinity.

A story of two childhood best friends, grown with a strong bond of affection turned into two adults who hate each other.

Little Ziyi proposed little Jiang Chen when she was three years. 

Ziyi: “I love you”
Chen: “I am too small to give you love now. When I become an adult, I will give you all the love in this world"

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Chen: “Be ready at tomorrow morning. We will go to Civil Affairs Bureau to register marriage"
Ziyi: “No way. I won’t”
Chen: “I didn't ask for your permission. This is just an information”
Ziyi: “I will marry in your dreams”

Chen leaned forward and saying, "I have no interest in virtual marriages. But if you insist, I will sleep here to marry in dreams"

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The next day he dragged her to Civil affairs Bureau to get red book and the first thing he did after marriage was sleeping for 22 hours continuously !!!!

A story that blends love-hate relationship and mirrors friendship and portraying college life with lot of mysterious twists, is on its way. Hope you all will enjoy it. This is my first novel and pardon me if there are any errors

note: The cover page of this book does not belong to me.. It's just a picture, I found in google

If one day the world collapses—either out of an asteroid fall, nuclear wars, or dreadful climate change—at certain point I might still be on the way to my job, taking the train. 

"What," you might say, "the world is ending and you're talking about taking a train ride? How can one be so boring?"

In actuality though, what I experienced as of the moment could be someone else's case any day. Of you; of me, or of anyone— we could all be the same. It's not impossible. To further the idea, what I mean is this: Once you've been working the same job for a year—in my case, for two—the habit of waking up in the morning to catch the train would be automatic. Sooner or later, you get used to the mundane of everyday life—of how societal and economic systems work—like how the mass accommodate a bad Internet novel in the mainstream media. Be it on a normal day or the day when the world ends, human existence can feel one and the same. 

If that's true, then, anyone can be what you call 'boring' in the midst of the world collapsing. 

In the train. Like me, the passengers appeared to be wearing what needs to be worn. That is, what most company these days only allowed: something appropriate to the eyes of the norm. And yet, inside, I couldn't see anyone wearing something grandiose— instead I see professionalism. Everyone, including me, was in their corporate attires: long-sleeved polos and pants for men like me, while blazers and blouses and skirts for women. 

Station by station the train would stop and gather a number of passengers, quickly increasing its current count. Meaning, station by station, the remaining spaces inside get occupied by the new wayfarers. All the same, the train kept going onto its course. It went on and on, filling almost every space remaining.

A few stations passed. 

All the while, eventually, us passengers got filled with workers and—now—students going to their universities. Although, due to the compression of the train passengers, I couldn't take a better look of the occupied spaces. 

Nothing new here, too. It was a typical day in a train: first, you take the ride with only a few passengers—mostly people like me, who were under a business company. Then, as the train passes each station, it gets crowded until you can smell anyone's perfume or bad odor.

On the way to the next station, I heard not from afar a conversation about the duality of art and reality. I couldn't see where the talkers were, nor could I take a glimpse to their faces. Although, I was certain of hearing two young-sounded students. 

"See," said the girl, "if I'm writing a novel and I include my own self as a character, it means I'm living two lives…"

"Two lives?"

"First and foremost, I'm there in the novel," she said. "If I'm written vividly, then I'm alive on the pages and within the lines. But at the same time, I'm here with you, riding a train as well. You see, I'm immortal there, and here as a human I'm decaying."

"Meaning, in your way of thinking, there's no duality of the two? Of art and reality?" asked the boy whom, if I'd take a guess of their academic status, I'd say they were both in high school. "Is that your point?"

"Uh-huh," the girl said. "What I believe."

"What if, for example, the 'self' you embedded in the novel isn't all of you?"

"Come again?"

"What if the character you're writing about is not all you, but rather, just a part of you?"

"Okay, I grasp what you're pointing."

"Good," the boy replied. "So, is it still considered as living two lives?"

"Hmm, I think yes," she replied in tone of confidence, like walking with a proud face on the hall of fame in Hollywood. "A part of you is still you. Which is why it's important to know yourself first before you write about 'you.' Only if you're writing a character with perfect accuracy of your fragments, only then you're actually living inside a book."

"But not all people know themselves. Some are searching still."

"I know."

"Now you know, too, the reason why not everyone can live two lives."

Not afar, the high school couple were talking not aloud. And yet, as someone in a difficult standing position inside the crowded train, I could hear their conversation pretty well. Could my ears be anymore clearer? 

I knew by then how their dialogue can stretch for hours to come, about this certain topic of duality. But then turned on the audio-speakers. 

"Sta. Mesa Station," announced the audio-speakers located on the upper corners. A tiny fact: wherever you sit or stand inside the transport, the announcer's voice still sounded robotic and almost incomprehensible to one's ears. "We're here in Sta. Mesa Station..." It continued, "Passengers, please give way to the students. So they can get out of the train safely. Thank you."

Near this train station stood the public university where I studied. Before I became a worker under a corporate company, I used to study there for four years as a Philosophy major. Back then I was a mere student; nothing more. Nonetheless, the name of the university— what is it again? That I kind of forgot.

After the audio-speakers announcement all of the train doors opened and, as far as I could see, every passenger wearing white uniform exited the transporter. They slid across other passengers and barely made it out fresh, because of the crowdedness of the inside train. While I, standing far from the nearest opened door, observed them who struggled sliding out. All those who wear white uniforms. 

True enough, I couldn't remember I used to wear a uniform whenever I was on my way to the university. That if I remember correctly, back then I mostly wore casual clothes: a plain T-shirt, tattered-style denim pants, and black rubber shoes. Back then wearing a uniform wasn't required. 

Still, in the train. All university students were off eventually, but the spaces inside the train didn't free up one spacious bit. The moment the students were out, in quick return there were more passengers who entered the train in unhesitant manner. On their faces intact the urge to do anything—be it pushing and tackling other passengers—just to get inside the train. Like me, they wore appropriate attires, for this day's working and business hours. 

Speaking of time. I looked at my wristwatch, and saw it was already past 7 o'clock. In my case, to be on time at work, I already had less than an hour. 

I remained standing on the way to my job. All the while, the train remained crowded. But worry not, for my body and feet were used to this daily scenario. For years. I was standing still, because it was almost impossible to get a chance sitting on the train seats every day, considering how many passengers were early-comers than me. Also, along the way, even when most of those seat-takers hopped off the train and reached their corresponding destinations, they'd be immediately replaced by the ones near them. Especially, by women and children. 

"FTI Station," the audio-speakers finally announced. "We're here in FTI Station…" 

At exactly 7:44 AM, I reached the station I supposed to set foot on. My body pushed against the others until my feet got the taste of what it felt outside the train. 

7:45 stroke. Only fifteen minutes left before the working and business hours among all the corporate opened. Likewise, it was also fifteen minutes of walk with someone I know, six times a week, toward the company building.

It is what it is.
Literary. Magic Realism.

" I understand my books are very popular but I truly only do this for a hobby. You know how young I am. If I spend too much time I might miss my youth" Iyzai mutter while staring out of the train. His gaze was on the large grassland on the right side of the train.

" Iyzai. Yes I admire your work but if you don't put in more effort and try to finish your book you might lose your fans" A cheerful mature voice echo through Iyzai phone causing him to sigh.

" I am a highschool student for god sake sonata, don't over work me. I already told you by Christmas I will give you the remaining volume for five novel. The last five I will just have to make the fans wait.

For the dragon Ball manga I have also finish the second volume and will send it to you after settling at Kuoh." Iyzai said getting slightly annoyed.

" The second volume is out? No wait you already drew it. Hurry up and send it. I have been getting several scolding from my boss for that novel. Me, him along with everyone in the company love that one." Sonata complains causing Iyzai to smile lightly.

" Really huh. Dont worry just wait. The wait make it even more better. Also I have two other manga that might be just as popular." Iyzai said recalling two shonen manga from his previous life.

" Really, I can't wait to see them. Anyway you said your going to Kuoh  for highschool. You plan to stay their for college as well. Think carefully or I might be force to relocate with you" Sonata said seriously.

" Ah, yep just pack your luggage from now. I probably spend the rest of my life in Kuoh." Iyzai said with a cheeky smile.

" Sigh. Anyway let me know when you are settled in." Sonata said with a depress sigh.

" Sure thing" Iyzai said while ending call.

" Master I find it you have a bad habit of teasing women. Should I take your words as you wanting to take Sonata as a wife." Seras said coolly while looking at Iyzai.

" I guess it a habit of mine and for Sonata I don't like her that way. Maybe as older sister but romantically nope" Iyzai said while looking out at the wonderful scenery before him.

" If you say so. I will remind you that you have me, Erza, Ikaros and that Dragon Ophis to satisfy already." Seras commented causing Iyzai to frown.

" Oh you didn't mention Kuroka?" Iyzai said while looking at Seras.
" My mistake. You have five girl to satisfy." Seras corrected herself.

" If you say so. By the way Ophis is only curious about me. Maybe a bit clingy but she doesn't like me." Iyzai said.

" Master we both know curiosity is only the beginning stage to cause a girl to fall for a man" Seras said.
" And you should know Ophis is no normal girl" Iyzai said calmly while glancing at Erza and Ikaros sitting on a seat just beside them. Only the passage way separate them.

" Speaking of girl, this Isa Hyoudou. I recall this is master stalker..." Cutting her short with a glance Iyzai resume enjoying the surrounding.

" My love life may concern you since I accepted your feeling but I want things to be natural. Accepting you three was easy. You guys have spent three years wth me. I was only a bit shy to actually make a move." Iyzai said while he look through the window.
" Truly I love all three of you dearly. Ophis and Kuroka is a different matter all together. Now Isa? Well she is just complicated" Iyzai mutter.

The previous Iyzai had like Isa despite her perverted tendency as his stalker but he was different. He knew her a bit through the memories he got but he wanted to meet this girl in person. He owe it to the previous Iyzai to take care of her but he won't force any love between the two. 

"Love should be natural" Iyzai mutter with a calm smile but Seras heard. Responding with a similar small smile she look at her master charming. 

' Although I have to share him, he is sincere with his love.' She thought with a smile.

' I will also get more sister. I guess I wanted some since I didn't have any before meeting master.'

~~~~~~~

A month had pass rather quickly this time for Iyzai and his group as he rarely used his golden palace. He wanted to relax during this period of time and focus on his actual life in the human world. 

Getting his novel sold by a legit company and earning a suitable income was his main goal. He had look for an agent after finishing four volume of five of his novel.

The agent he had found was Sonata Hinoto. A young woman in her late twenty with dark brown hair and dark green eyes. She posses a cheerful personality that is easy to like making her a very friendly person.

Becoming his agent several of his novel was then place on the market for the entire of Japan to read. It didn't take long for his novel to sell like hot cakes making his pen name Yuki sensei very popular. Since Yuki was common name within the country Iyzai didn't worry about being found out either.

He rather keep his human part of his life peacefully and quiet since that would be difficult in his supernatural part.

Like that he got himself a job with income that would become very large soon. He had also began planning to open a restaurant within Kuoh.

He was an excellent cook. To be honest in his previous life he was consider one of the top ten bachelor within Tokyo City. He was rich, handsome, smart and unlike many kind. He could take care of himself and other as well. Often cooking his own meal he was an excellent chef.

Moving on.

In the first day after Vali battle with Yuki, the two had spar with each other over ten time utilising their full strength. These time Iyzai didn't lose control but the matches still ended in a draw each time. Vali power however did increase in term of strenght and magical power.

Le Fay also gotten stronger with the ridiculous density of pure mana in the training ground. Before she was only a low level high class Mage but now she was closing the peak. Maybe if she had stayed she would have broken into Ultimate Class.

Kuroka on the other hand had already broken through after five days inside. On the first day it was troublesome for her to handle the density of yokai energy inside and she almost went in heat but thankfully Iyzai kick her out before that happens. 

More prepared, she enter soon after. She was still affected by the immense energy in a lewd way but she manage to keep her self together and train. This allow her to breakthrough to ultimate class. During the remainder of the time left she would get closer to Iyzai. 

It could have been to seduce him to get him to do want she want or she was just horny and was attracted to him, Iyzai had no clue. He still kept his innocence despite how hard it was. Ophis was a huge help though although she grew intrigue by what Kuroka was doing.

This had seriously frighten Iyzai at that time when Kuroka said something about making babies.

It was only after Seras spoke Ophis out of it for the time being could Iyzai finally relax.

' I should have hit Kuroka harder in the head for that time' Iyzai thought with a pissed face.

It was also hard to get Ophis to leave but after promising she could visit him anything she reluctantly left. She  knew his scent and magic signature  so she could find him any way on earth, the underworld or even heaven.


" Master what are you thinking about" Seras suddenly ask.

" Just wondering how Ophis is doing. I guess if you simplify her goal all she want is to go back home" Iyzai mutter before he heard the train speaker.

*Passenger we shall be reaching Kuoh station in five minutes. Please arrange your luggage and prepare for departure.*

" It look like I am home" Iyzai said while looking at Seras.

In a forest of white mist a boy name Stein Yamamoto awaken with amnesia. The first thing he saw was beautiful girl but unlike what he knew was normal she was thirty feet tall.

In a world with giants and whatnot supernatural, Stein discovers who and what he truly is.

* This is a Seven Deadly Sin Fanfic. All characters beside my original creature are the of the ownership of the author of seven deadly sins.*



Tags: Harem, Op Mc, Romance, Comedy, Action, Adventure, Random characters, Sketchy Plot, Handsome Mc, Op Mc girlfriend

* Lemons or sex scenes what ever you call it I am an amateur.*

Warning: The grammar in this book is terrible and need some work. I will try to edit it as I go by but expect poor grammar.

"I finally have a thousand followers on my SNS~ And the sales quota for my light novel has been reached too~" 

Honoka hummed in her apartment as she had just checked her follower account and at the same time her hands typed away on her laptop working on the first chapter of the new volume of her light novel.

*Ding!*

Her smartphone had just received a message making her stop what she was doing and grab it, and it was from her editor Shigure...

"The artist that wanted to adapt your light novel wants to do a meeting for you to discuss the adaptation."

"When?" 

she quickly replied not even thinking about anything else beside the discussion on hand, though something about the whole thing was a little suspicious to her.

"Thursday, here at the publishing office at around the afternoon."

I thought she was going to say sunday... 

She let out a short sigh before grabbing her laptop to start working on the first chapter of her light novel.

X X X

On a train on the way to the publisher's office...

I thought I was gonna oversleep or something... Luckily I got an alarm to wake me up...

Wearing her lolita dress once again and a parasol in one hand and a backpack on her bag, she made her way to the nearest station from the publishing office a station at a time.

This is making nervous... What if the artist isn't someone that I can get along with easily...? What do I do then...?

Honoka worried as her stop was coming closer and closer as the time passed, anxiety and nervousness got a hold of her feelings making her heart beat faster than normal... Along with the sweat that dripped down her back from the humidy of the fully-packed train that she rode, it also gave her a uncomfortable feeling as a result.

As she attempts to force herself to endure a little bit longer until the train got to her stop the announce for her stop- shibuya station where the publishing office is just across the street from it.

Finally... I can finally get off...

She made her way out of the station in a steady pace with sweat still dripping as if she was melting like a piece of ice and got to the publishing office within just ten minutes of walking from one of the exits of the aforementioned station.

*Ding!* 

The elevator doors opened to the floor where the conference rooms were and she was spotted by her editor immediately, beckoning her towards one of the doors.

"The manga artist is just about to arrive, we'll wait for her in here in the meantime."

Her editor Shigure stated with a teacup containing some tea which she placed infront of Honoka and another one that she placed infront of the seat that she was gonna be sitting on.

So the artist is a girl... 

Honoka didn't say anything and just took her smartphone out of one of her hoodie's pockets and just started messing with it.

*Click*

After waiting for five minutes, the door of the conference room swung open slowly with a girl with curly hair with some of it braided on the right and real cat ears on top of her head along with a tail pocking out of the backside of her clothes, wearing a sailor uniform style dress with excessively long sleeves which had fully covered her hands making it look like the dress was too big for her and a man that looked like he was middle-aged wearing a black business suit with a matching blue necktie.

Shigure immediately gotten up and greeted the two with a handshake before they both got to seat down across the table inside of the room.

Is she the artist...? She looks like a little kid... 

Honoka couldn't help but stare at the very young looking girl in front of her with eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

In response to her staring the young looking girl said: "I may look like this but I'm actually twenty three years old."

She titled her head with a smile as if she was just joking.

Honoka got up from her seat and exclaimed: "Y-You're how old??" With her eyes round as marbles opened wide to the cat humanoid's statement.

"Sit down, Honoka. We're about to start."

The humanoid merely just laughed at her reaction as Honoka quitely sat down again after being told so by Shigure.

What the hell...? She looks way to young to be in her twenties... There's just no way... But then again... I've been alive for decades so this shouldn't surprise me...

Her thoughts were all over the place as she tried figuring out how this girl that she's sitting in front of looks so young...

Her thoughts continued to be like this as she answered questions that were about how that girl which had the name Koto as her pen name would go about certain scenes like the fight scenes, comic relief scenes, and many others.

Her phone which had been set to silent mode was also vibrating every few minutes as they discussed from the notifications from the chat group app on her phone.

Their meeting ended after a really long back and forth when it comes to answering between Honoka and Koto, along with their editors.

As they were about to leave the said room Koto went up to Honoka and whispered: "I'm a cosplayer too and part of the cosplaying chat group." before she said: "Nyahah~☆"

All her whisper did was just make Honoka even more confused, but this time it wasn't her appearance that got her confused.

But instead it was the fact that she was a member of the same chat group that she was in...

She probably saw the selfie that Yuuki took with me without asking me first from that time when we went to harajuku...

Now that the meeting was over she was now finally able to go back home.

[To Be Continued...]

A female immortal around the age of 800 decided to join a chat group for cosplayers that had members that are immortals, vampires, hackers, demons, and many more immortal creatures including some fantasy creatures as members.

But the only problem is she has almost no experience in cosplaying and only has a year of experience and writes light novels as a job so she barely has anytime to work on her costumes.

It was a few minutes before the train was to arrive and Finn was just about reached the station. The station was big and it was owned by Phoenix Academy. That meant That everyone there were people who were selected to go to Phoenix Academy or they were examinees like he was.
He saw a girl who looked like she was taking the exam like he was. Finn walked up to the girl in hopes to spark a conversation.
He walked up to her and said "Hi how's it going are you taking the exam?" She replied by saying yes she was indeed taking the exam and that her name was Annalee Blackburn.
Finn thought to himself "Annalee?! she's the heroine of the novel?!"
She carried a box wrapped with a piece of cloth on her back when Finn asked her what it was for she said that she carried her weapon in the box.
Finn smiled at her and talked to her for the rest of the train ride.
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this isn't a novel without a train ride incident.
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'THUD BOOM' in middle of the train ride a Headless-Giant destroyed the bridge that was connecting the two mountains. In an effort the train stopped before they could reach bridge.
Finn leaped out off the train surprising the second-years who had just come from their break and sliced the Headless-Giant in half.
everyone on the train was surprised at this even Anton because you have to be at least a 5th year to kill a Monstrous Level monster with one hit.
Needless to say he was praised and the train quickly reached Phoenix academy after that.
The Examination had 3 stages, the first was a physical stage to check your physical abilities and the second was about theory and history of mana. The third stage was Mana aptitude and the fourth and final stage was about using mana while fighting.
First Finn had to take the Physical test, he aced it and gained a place in the hall of fame as 'the person who scored highest on the examination for people who want to attend Phoenix Academy Physical test'.
Then came the Theory Exam, truth be told Finn was not good at subjects but Han Kwan was. Finn did average on the test as far as he is concerned.
It was finally time for the third test, the fourth test would take place the next day and the examinees would stay in a temporary dorm.
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the examinees will stay 3 days and the first day is for the first 3 tests the second day is the final test and the third day is for the results.
I will only write the mana aptitudes of 5 people and the 6th one being the average aptitude.
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There were a total of 5 Student Guilds and all of them came to see any upcoming students that may want to join their guild. Right now they were taking notes to see any students that are worth joining their guild and when the results are out they ask the noted student to join their guild.
The first one to take their aptitude was Dalton McLaurin. He was a infamous for being a bully to those weaker than him. The aptitude machine was a small ball that was connected to a bigger ball with a screen on it.
The screen tells you the core mana of the person by the amount of mana the person outs in the screen will turn blue for blue mana and yellow for yellow mana.
To Be Continued...

"ugh, my head hurts" said Han Kwan. the last thing Han Kwan remembered was getting hit by a truck, 'ahhhhhh'. Han Kwan had died on earth and was reincarnated as 6 year old Finn Hildreth the antagonist of the famous novel and 'OFFLINE' videogame 'Diary of the Ultimate Hero'
Welcome to the story of Finn Hildreth, the Antagonist who doesn't want to be one.

"So when will we train?" Li Shi Ying covered her mouth to yawn as she asked Qiao Mo curiously. She was already sleepy, but she still felt energetic if she thought about the training.
"We will train tomorrow morning at 7 a.m, okay? You don't need to watch the first match, just choose whoever you think will mostly win." Qiao Mo stretched his hand, about to stroke Li Shi Ying's head with a gentle smile on his face, when his hand suddenly paused on top of Li Shi Ying's head.
Qiao Mo saw that Long Ao Zhen was glaring at him with a murderous glare, and couldn't help but retract his hand again, feeling awkward that he couldn't even stroke his disciple because of this jealous dragon.
"If the talk is done, we will excuse ourselves. It's already late, Li Shi Ying needs to sleep or else she can't train tomorrow." Long Ao Zhen put his hand on Li Shi Ying's shoulder as he glared at Qiao Mo with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
Really a dragon, such a possessive man! 
"Yes, you can go now. Sleep well because for three days ahead you won't be getting enough sleep, I bet. Right, don't forget to meet me again here at 7 a.m tomorrow." Qiao Mo waved his hand, allowing Li Shi Ying to go. It's indeed already late at night and Li Shi Ying should sleep well now if she wanted to start her training tomorrow.
"Yes, I won't be late. Then...I'll is going the first master, thank you." Li Shi Ying stood up and bowed to Qiao Mo like an obedient little disciple. Right after, Long Ao Zhen dragged her away back to their inn to rest. Tomorrow would be an exhausting day for her, so better sleep well tonight.
Long Ao Zhen carried Li Shi Ying like before, and the two of them disappeared from the restaurant back to the inn. No one knew where they went earlier, and thus the two went to sleep right away after they arrived at the inn.
7 a.m Gold Restaurant.
"So where is the training ground?" Li Shi Ying fixed the ponytail hairstyle that Jiu Wei arranged for her as she asked Qiao Mo, who was sitting leisurely in front of her. The girl wore rather simple clothes today, meant to train in martial arts.
Of course, Jiu Wei was the one preparing the clothes, but Long Ao Zhen also checked if the clothes were appropriate for Li Shi Ying or not.
Long Ao Zhen was also there with Li Shi Ying in the restaurant. The man sat next to the girl as he sipped tea as if he was here as only a spectator and nothing more.
"We will train here." Qiao Mo smiled as he took out a small purple pouch from his sleeves. Today, the man didn't wear green clothes anymore. It was surprisingly purple, matching the pouch he put on the table.
"Train here? You mean in the restaurant?" Li Shi Ying tilted her head in confusion. She looked around and could only see a small VIP room she visited before. How could someone train martial arts here?
"Not in this room. I mean in this pouch." Qiao Mo chuckled, seeing that Li Shi Ying didn't know anything about this world, just like he expected. The girl wouldn't know about this pouch either right?
"....huh?? In this pouch? Master, you mean inside the pouch?!" Li Shi Ying paused for a second before almost slapping Long Ao Zhen on his back out of shock.
Her mouth opened wide forming a big 'o' as she looked at the purple pouch in front of her. The pouch was so small that even her palm alone couldn't fit in if she put it inside the pouch.
Master said they would train in the pouch? Is this a joke or?
Li Shi Ying's head spun as she tried to recall every treasure commonly used to assist someone's training. If her memory served her right...there was an item in this kind of world that would function as another dimension?
You know, usually, the female lead had this kind of cheat where she could train all she liked, but outside the dimension, time passed only by a bit. This made the female lead, along with her friend, manage to cultivate so much faster than other people.
...don't tell her this small pouch is?!
"So you know about this pouch? This is a dimension pouch. There is a training ground inside, and the time inside the pouch goes so much faster than the outside, so if it was 3 months inside the pouch, outside it would only be 3 days."
Qiao Mo smiled, feeling a bit proud that his disciple at least knew about a treasure like this. The pouch was indeed a treasure that not anyone could get their hands on.
"So it's that legendary pouch!" Li Shi Ying's eyes brightened as she eyed the pouch. This kind of treasure, Meng Yue Ming should have it right? How come she didn't have it yet?
Little did she know that Meng Yue Ming was supposed to find this treasure right now before the final tournament but a pity, Qiao Mo bested her to it and got the treasure for Li Shi Ying before Meng Yue Ming did.
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COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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While people all over the world were paying attention to the battle between Goku and King Piccolo and spiritedly talking about it, the tempo of the battle was getting faster, with afterimages appearing one by one. At the same time, the scale of victory was slowly tilting towards Goku.
King Piccolo was strong⁠—stronger than most of the martial artists on Earth; however, his body was old and decaying. In front of Goku whose strength and vitality was far greater than his, King Piccolo gradually couldn't endure, and after a few hundred rounds of battle, he was on the verge of being defeated.
 

"How can this be!? How are you so powerful?" King Piccolo's eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief; his wrinkled face was completely distorted.
When Master Mutaito used the Evil Containment Wave to seal him in the past, King Piccolo didn't mind; after all, it was a fraudulent skill. 'But… who the hell is this kid? He is actually able to defeat me…'
'I've waited for three hundred years… Could it be that another strong opponent has sprung up?'
Fuelled by rage, King Piccolo seemed to have lost his rationality as he recklessly attacked Goku. 'If you wish to destroy someone, you must first provoke them,' Goku mused and sneered. Goku moved at high-speeds, and after several afterimages flashed, he arrived before King Piccolo.
As a pair of icy and pitch-black eyes stared at him, King Piccolo's body trembled, and a sharp pain came from his abdomen.
King Piccolo lowered his head in disbelief to find, in shock, a big hole on his chest.
King Piccolo bitterly smiled. Suddenly, he spat a white egg from his mouth and threw it into the depths of the sea far away from West City. "Hehe, no one can defeat King Piccolo, much less you humans. One day, we the demon race will rule this world!"
With a violent explosion, King Piccolo turned into a ball of fire in mid-air.


People all over the world froze momentarily before erupting in cheers; it was as though dawn had finally arrived after a night of despair.
"Great, King Piccolo is dead."
"The world is saved! That boy is the Saviour…"
"Martial arts are so powerful! We have been looking down on it all this time; maybe, we should also study martial arts in addition to technology."
"West City doesn't have to be destroyed; the world doesn't have to be in fear anymore…"
The time interval between King Piccolo spitting out the egg and his self-detonation was too short, so even Goku did not notice King Piccolo's hidden action. The chaotic flow generated by the explosion achieved the purpose of covering King Piccolo's actions.
Half a day later, Master Roshi and Hasky arrived at West City on an aircraft. Originally, Master Roshi was prepared to fight to the death with King Piccolo, but he obtained the news that King Piccolo had been defeated by Goku.
Master Roshi was momentarily stunned, and huge waves churned in his heart; waves that refused to grow calm for a very long time. "So, Goku has already grown so powerful. Now, it is really the time of young people." "
Master Roshi sighed with emotion, but he was very pleased in his heart.
After King Piccolo's annihilation, Master Roshi also stayed at Bulma's home to celebrate.
On the Korin Tower…
Krillin and Yamcha stood silently in front of the water jar, and the scenes displayed on the surface of the water were exactly the battle between Goku and King Piccolo.
"Goku is actually so powerful. If it wasn't for King Piccolo, we really wouldn't know," Krillin's voice was somewhat trembling as he said. Not long ago, they were still on the same starting line, but the gap between them had grown farther apart before they knew it.
"I will definitely catch up to him."
Yamcha also looked on silently, but it could be discerned from the trembling fists of the two people that they were both extremely restless at the moment.
Korin narrowed his eyes and consoled them, "The reason why Goku is so strong is that he has trained little by little. If you both train seriously, you can also reach his level." In order not to give the two young human talents in front of him a crushing blow, Korin didn't inform them that Goku was actually a Saiyan.
"Umm, we will train well."
"We request for Immortal Korin to give us pointers."
After being in low spirits for a short time, Krillin and Yamcha quickly became full of fighting spirit. They vowed to surpass Goku in the next martial arts tournament.

"Korin, after you are done training them, have them come to the Heavenly Realm's Lookout. Mr Popo and I will train them personally." Kami's voice rang out in Korin's ear.

Korin was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded calmly.
"Oh, by the way, a girl named Chi-Chi is also approaching Korin Tower. Let her come over too. That girl is smart and very pure; she can be cultivated."
"Okay, I will properly train them."
Korin walked to the guardrail at the top of the tower with the help of a cane and, with a calm demeanor, looked down at the thin clouds below; Korin couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he mused, 'This era is really a gathering of talents… So many people have appeared who can be chosen as a candidate by Kami.'
A month later.
The recovery phase of West City was completed, and the widespread panic ushered in by King Piccolo to the world was slowly disappearing. Furthermore, after the battle between Goku and King Piccolo, people gradually realized the importance of martial arts. After training in martial arts to a certain level, not only will people be capable of withstanding guns, but just like King Piccolo, they can wield a nuclear bomb-like frightening power with the rise of a hand and stamp of a foot
"Martial arts have to be learned on a large scale on Earth."
This was the latest policy set by the King of the Central City.
Meanwhile, a novel with Goku as the model had quietly entered the public's sight.
The author, called Tights, was always at the forefront of producing works of fiction. She had depicted a story of the magnificent North Area's civilization, and the various strange aliens living there in her previous work, with various new and fascinating settings of Battle Armor and Battle Power. However, her new novel was based on Earth, and it also implemented the Battle Power setting. The two novels were systematically and inextricably linked.
At a glance, people could see that the setting of the new novel was entirely based on real life. Like the Korin Tower and World Martial Arts Tournament, it had signs that could be followed, which couldn't help but cause people to ponder, 'Is the previous novel also based on real-life?'
'Frieza, Saiyans… Do they really exist?'
Of course, no one really believed that there were such people in the universe, and even if they existed, how would a puny human author possibly know about them? However, the novel had more or less left an impression in the hearts of all the readers.
With Tights' two novels selling like hotcakes, her work caused a stir, and the setting of the various civilizations of the universe became popular on Earth.
One day, a black man arrived on a woolen Carpet before Goku and Bulma. He wanted to talk to Goku.
"What? You want me to train on the Heavenly Realm's Lookout?" Goku pointed at himself and asked in disbelief.
Mr. Popo said with indifference, "This is Kami's order; because you defeated King Piccolo, Kami has specially permitted you to enter the Lookout to accept his instructions."
"Is Kami very powerful?"
"Yes, Kami is the most powerful being on Earth. Moreover, only those who have obtained the approval of Korin can see Kami. At this moment, several of your fellow apprentices, Krillin, Yamcha, and Chi-Chi are receiving Kami's pointers on the Lookout, preparing for the next World Martial Arts Tournament."
"So, they are also on the Lookout."
Goku was very interested, and he couldn't help but feel eager. He turned around and looked at Bulma.
Bulma's mouth twitched. She knew that anytime Goku hears about learning martial arts, he would ignore everything else, so she sighed and said, "Goku, go if you want to. Unfortunately, I can't go to the Lookout, or I would've come over to see you."
Goku laughed, stepped forward, patted Bulma's shoulder, and said, "During the next martial arts tournament, you have to cheer for me; I must win the championship."
Bulma gave him a blank look and said, "That would have to wait until you defeat Launch; plus, there is also Tien Shinhan. Don't be a runner-up again at that time."
"I won't. I will absolutely train well in these three years!" Goku beat his chest and promised.
After that, Goku sat on Mr. Popo's Magic Carpet, waved at Bulma and disappeared from her sight. Bulma stared blankly into space for a while, laughed and went back into her house.

Xiaya reincarnated in the Dragon Ball Universe as a Saiyan 12 years before the destruction of Planet Vegeta.

Watch him as he creates the strongest legend of Dragon Ball World from the beginning.

SPECIAL NOTE 
This is not my story, I saw even though it was already on this platform, but it stopped posting on 20+ something chapters, so I decided to spread it on this platform.

The author of this story from my knowledge is:
Maple Leaf Connection

WHEN I STEPPED OUT OF THE DOORS OF THE AIRPORT, my face was immediately pummelled by the frigid wind outside. I flinched in shock, but continued to move on, afraid of getting left behind in the crowd. The sky surprisingly retained its light blue colour, making it difficult to perceive the white dots of snow that littered the sky until it is about a meter from your face. The sun is not as aggressive as in Indonesia due to the snow. The best thing it could do is attempt at clawing your face before sinking into its bed earlier than it usually does.
--------------After a train ride and a stop in our hotel to put down our luggage---------------
HAVE YOU EVER FELT THAT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING BUT YOU ALSO DON'T WANT TO DO THAT SOMETHING? That's a very annoying feeling, especially when you're gonna do something that you don't get to do often. It was the feeling my heart decided to rub on my face when my family and the other families are going out again after putting down our luggage. Usually, I would let it win because I never liked touring around anyway, but since this is Japan and it's winter too, I won't let my heart have its way this time. After waiting for 15 whole minutes, we finally could start walking around.
Tokyo, capital of Japan, lives up its title as most populous prefecture in Japan. There are men with black coats walking so fast that it is a miracle that they didn't slip... Oh, one of them slipped... Moving on! Women laughed with each other as they sip their hot Starbucks coffees and looking through some of the shop's windows, middle-schoolers and high-schoolers are making use of the grace period given to them. I smiled; grace periods for me never really exist unless I'm on vacation which usually happens once a year. Every other time is study, study, study.
I looked in front once more to see if I'm still following my vacation "buddies" before letting out a sigh which the air freezes in an attempt to preserve that specific respiration product. After a few minutes of walking, we passed by a light novel publishing company. Fantastica or Fantasia something. I don't really remember. Not that I care. I will never be able to submit a light novel to a light novel publisher; I'm not Japanese after all. I let out another sigh. Maybe I'm being too pessimistic, I thought to myself. It quickly became forgotten and discarded like every ambition that I ever dreamt of doing in my life.
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IT HAS BEEN QUITE A WHILE SINCE WE'VE WALKED. I was starting to get bored of my surroundings and started to pray that we will return to our hotel rooms to rest. I asked for the time and it turned out that it has only been five minutes since we left the hotel. Japan is more boring than I thought it would be, I thought to myself, Or maybe I just have a really short attention span.
In order to keep my mind entertained, I started to count the number of alleys I could see up ahead. One... ... ... Two... ... ... ... Three. Am I trying to sleep or keep myself entertained? I asked myself before realising that if you couldn't entertain your mind, make it sleep. For some reason, my mind was retarded with boredom so I actually thought it was a good idea. It took me 2 minutes to realise that sleeping in a public street wouldn't be a good idea.
Even though I know this, I continued to count the alleys; it's actually fun.
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MY MIND DROPPED THE 'COUNTING ALLEYS' IDEA AND ATTEMPTED TO LOOK AT ITS SURROUNDINGS FOR HELP , BUT THE SURROUNDINGS DID NOTHING. I let out another sigh. My parents noticed my boredom and told me about the plan of riding a bullet train somewhere. They expect me to say 'wow' when I'm totally not interested in a train that just moves faster than normal trains. It's noon and the sun is shining high in the air, trying to scratch me with its light when it's most powerful. Too bad it ain't Indonesia or the sun would have won...
The families were thinking about eating and we're heading towards some restaurant that I don't know the name of (most likely it's sushi). We made a right turn in which I followed, only to suddenly fall down on the snow-covered street and after a few seconds, my abdominal areas and my back screamed in pain. I ignored the painful screams and looked at what or who have made me fall and ask him/her/it to be careful...
In front of me was a girl with black-onyx-coloured hair rubbing her head in pain, brownish envelopes, where business files were usually put in, scattered 10 cm away from the girl. Her black plastic glasses was out of place on her nose and was slowly cursing at herself. Her eyes opened, revealing the colour of the sky on a spring day; her eyes showed maturity and yet there's a hint of childishness inside those eyes. I immediately recognised her as the girl in my dreams. You could say that time I was staring at her in awe, but in truth, my mind was retarded with pain. I immediately regained control of my thoughts and proceeded to gather up the fallen envelopes, which she followed soon after, and gave it to her when she stood up.
I gathered all the Japanese I have learned from anime and actual language learning websites and asked, "Daijobudeska?"
"Genki, genki. yabai yabai," she answered, annoyed for some reason, and then rushed towards the direction where my family and the others came from. I watched the girl running once more for a few seconds before shrugging and catching up with the others who had stopped when one of the neighbouring kids told the parents about what happened. I smiled at the sky; I was happy that I met the girl in my dreams, but would I ever meet her again? I told myself what I always say to other people when there is no answer: Let's see what has fate decided on...

The screams of the newspaper vendor filled the tunnels, the busy people of Paris kept on walking, not one of them being bothered by the events of last night. The killer walked along the tunnels too, blending in with the rest of the crowd, carrying a cup of coffee and a new mop of silver hair. No one bothered to look twice as she passed by, she was just another human in there, not a ruthless killer. What she loved the most about mornings was watching the faces in the crowd, how each one of them was completely absorbed in their own world, completely oblivious to the events occurring around them. She saw the man selling the newspapers and silently bought a newspaper from him. With a brisk nod of gratitude, the girl kept on walking while flipping through the pages, searching for news on last night. At last, she found the article, it was considerably small (as always) thanks to the lack of information.

"Yet another night ended in bloodlust in Paris when the infamous Hairlock Killer struck again, this time the victim was a woman in her mid-fifties, and authorities claim the killer had already fled the scene when she arrived. No other information was disclosed"

No pictures, no testimonies, no evidence, perfect work. She smiled and tore off the page, throwing off the rest of the newspaper in a nearby bin, she took the torn page and shoved it inside her pocket, careful not to let anything peek through. She walked to the station she needed to take today, the crowd thinning considerably. The station she was in was considerably empty, a man was snoring loudly, carefully propped against the wall. She stopped by one of the boarding lines and patiently waited. As the train she was boarding arrived, she was greatly amused by how empty the wagons were. Finishing her coffee she stepped in, just as she did every morning. Not a single soul that was in the metro that day noticed the soulless killer walking amongst them.
In the seat across from her, two young men were deeply engrossed in their conversations. For some unknown reason they spiked up her interest, she started observing them carefully. One of them, the one seated at the left was reading some sort of fantasy novel, that was what she could tell from the book sticking out of his backpack.  The other one who was seated on the right seemed to be writing stuff down in a small notepad, and showing the other one. He shook his head, slowly pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket. Her gaze lowered, not finding their notepad interesting anymore, and focused on their clothes.  They were heading to their workplace, that much was obvious, just like herself. 
After a while, the fantasy novel guy lifted his hand up, brushing his hair as he frowned at whatever his friend was showing him in the notepad. A black shiny handle strapped to the belt of his pants caught the killer's view, that was all she needed to confirm her suspicions. Without making major moves, the woman wrapped her scarf around her neck, covering her mouth. She lowered her gaze, careful not to make any sudden moves. Luckily, since she had boarded, more people had gotten on the wagon, blocking her from view. She was not nervous at all, it was not uncommon to encounter the likes of them in her day to day life. 
She did not notice the burning glance of both men directed at her, even if a couple of people were blocking their view. The train came to a stop, and she stood up as soon as she saw the people in front of her moving. The counting in her head began, she had 30 seconds. Between the cluster of people she caught the fantasy novel guy's glare, he was holding up a piece of paper and looking at her. She quickly covered her face even more and stopped walking, allowing herself to be completely surrounded.  A couple of complaints could be heard from the people around her, telling her to move but the counting in her head told her to stay in her place for just 5 more seconds.  Realizing what she was planning, the two men stood up, trying to push through the crowd, who wouldn't let them through. As she reached the 20-second mark she exited the train, letting the people through, the force made her exit the wagon too, and just she had hoped the people who were eager to get into the wagon started pushing. The two men were still trying to get through the doors, but after a few more seconds they got shut, leaving them inside.
The notepad man punched the door, watching how the girl who had stopped the crowd walked up the stairs. He was hoping she would look back at them, so he could catch her face clearly, the only memory of her being her silver hair that had caught his attention. He looked down at the pad that lay discarded on his seat, little did he know that showing the notepad to his partner had betrayed them and ruined their shot. Three words were clearly written. 
"Go get her." 
He looked back at his partner who kept staring at the picture, the old woman who was killed last night staring back at him. He gripped the picture a bit harder, if only they had both noticed just a few seconds earlier. He knelt down by where she was sitting and slowly started inspecting the seat, ignoring the glances from the people around him. He ran his hand through the seat, trying not to think too much about how dirty it was. He looked at his hand and found what he was looking for, a single silver hair belonging to the woman who had escaped. 
"Nice work Elliot," mumbled the man as he watched his buddy examine a single hair, the sarcasm in his tone showing clear frustration, he sat down on his seat and pressed his fingers to his temple. The train lurched forward, nearing their destination.

File #3904

Name: Hairlock Killer
Gender: Female 
Age: Unknown 
Nationality: Unknown 
Height: Unknown 
Whereabouts: Unknown 

How do you search for someone who’s information is defined by one simple word. Two detectives have set themselves up for the difficult task of capturing the highest ranking serial killer in their careers, the well known Hairlock Killer whose ruthlessness and efficacy spreads fear into every single home, leaving people to question who might be next. 
As their journey goes on, the mystery behind the killer seems to expand, soon they will find themselves in a battle against something greater.

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