a simple living twenty years old boy jack got himself in park of life where he will experience joy sadness jealousy with his bossy but towards him gently husbend .

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200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Many stories of someone's life that have passed, took place, or will come .. Here is seen that in fact this life consists of trillions of types of life that exist outside our Reason, infinite vast and infinite Small ..
This is where the theme of Exploration of Space, Anami Nina begins with the exploration of Planet Guldish, in search of the Spirit Soul Key and Solve the Secret behind the Universe, Meet the Creator of Universe ... Is that true?
Will Nina be able to solve it?
Or maybe Nina will be destroyed?
Let's ... see the story. :)

A Space Explorer, Anami Nina. Carrying out her duties as one of the Master Legends from Planet Herby to find the Creator's existence and The Godmote, a God's heirloom. Expose the rottenness of the ESDA and the Cosmos Government that deceived the Universe. Will Nina succeed? The story begins with the rescue of their comrades who seem to have been caught on Planet Guldish. Which is controlled by the ESDA Organization...

Feng opened his laptop . He opened his drawing application that was already installed on the laptop .


He was satisfied with the laptop condition . He then asked for forgiveness from 'Hiroshi Fujimoto and Motoo Abiko' . 



He then started drawing outline for the characters . They were easy and simple to draw . He was satisfied with the drawing level .


He drew every moments clearly where Doraemon came from the future , various scenes where he helped Nobita at the time of need as well Nobita , Doraemon and his friends enjoying adventures .


He finished about 10 Chapters by 3 PM . Color was well used as he remembered . He looked at the blank space for words and wondered which language to use . 


Finally he decided to launch in English language at first . He wondered where to publish it and decided to use 'HR Comics' which was famous globally after shut down of 'Manga Rock' . He created a account named 'Zero' which he thought of using as pen name for comic . 


He shared the internet from his mobile . He then uploaded the files in High Definition . He saw that there was a option to add music in the background while reading . 


He thought about it for a while and decided to use 'Doraemon' theme music here . He knew that , this theme song was also responsible for making anime popular . 

Ye Feng voice was not good so he only recorded whistle sound of the music .

 He then  decided to use System to improve his voice in the future . For an assassin , voice was necessary . Disguise would be imperfect if voice was inflexible .


He was helpless to use System for this matter as practice doesn't change voice quality by much . He wasn't conceited person to think that he could do everything by himself .

This System was quite helpful for something he couldn't do by himself . It was the reason he found System to be Interesting.


He recorded the whistle music and was satisfied to listen to it . He posted the 10 Chapters and the music was set on loop .


He didn't locked the 10 chapters to earn high money from unlocking . 


He also left a notice that Mass Release will take place in a week . This was necessary and most effective way of advertising.

(A/N: Same Here Mass Release If Collection Increase 😊❣️❣️)


He then took a final look at his work . He was satisfied . The Colored Manga had every characters flying using a gadget as the Cover Picture . Chibi/Mini Doraemon was taking out something from his pocket , it looked cute .


There was short description about the general  information of the story . 

There was 'By Zero' written on both Cover Picture and  description using Stylish font .

The File was posted . Feng exited the site as he knew , gathering audience was long process . He closed his laptop .

At this day , 'Doraemon' entered this world .



It was already 3:40 in the morning . He wasn't feeling much sleepy . Ye Feng was used to sleeping less in his mission . 


He walked out of the house for his daily exercise . Like yesterday , there were not much people at such early in the morning . 


Today but he saw someone familiar . It was his partner from Sword Class, Wang Jia . He didn't bothered with her and continued his training as he was not close toward her .



To Be Continued
Next Chapter Soon
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Assassin Born In Another World?
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Doctor Born In Another World ?
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Pro Player Born In Another World?
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Writer Born In Another World ?
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Singer Born In Another World ?
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Master Of All Trades Born In Another World ?
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Nope . Its All Me . Its All I.
And I " I AM A LEGEND "






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"MISS WEATHERS, LESS WRITING—"

A hand slammed down onto my desk, scaring the crap out of me that I let out a tiny yelp. Oh crab cakes, I thought as I looked up to see the mild look of disapproval on my English teacher's face, Mrs Kent. She pushed her thin-framed glasses up her nose, her other hand grabbing my own, lifting it up and swiftly snatched my notebook off of my desk,  into her own hands.

"More paying attention, please." She said before she turned and walked over to her own desk, opening up a drawer and placing my beloved notebook inside. "I am keeping this until the end of the lesson, that's when you can come and collect it."

End of the lesson? God damn it, that lady.

A scowl made its way onto my face, and I sank down in my seat.

"If you'd rather spend your time in detention after school, Nova, then I'd suggest you wipe that scowl off your face and sit up in your seat. I am not your mother, I shouldn't have to be telling you these things." Mrs Kent spoke again, and a few snickers and 'oohs' filled the classroom.

I nodded, looking down and avoiding the stares of my fellow classmates. I could feel myself getting hot as I nervously began to pick at the ends of my yellow sweater. "Y-yes Mrs Kent."

This was the second time I had gotten caught writing inside my notebook. It was a separate book from my normal notebooks I use for my classes, and usually I was very slick at hiding it away from teachers, but never from Mrs Kent. She was very good at catching people.

"Can anyone tell me a theme from The Great Gatsby?"

I've only seen the film, I have not read the book.

I hope she would not pick me to answer this difficult question. I peeked up at her, seeing her hawk-like green eyes sweep over the students in the class. I grimaced when they landed on mine, and immediately my eyes looked down at my English notebook, written with today's date and a title at the top of the page: The Great Gatsby, with nothing else under it. I knew what themes were, but I didn't have time to write them down because another idea for my novel popped inside my head and I knew I had to write it down before I forgot about it, and I knew I would regret it later if I didn't write it down.

I certainly wouldn't be able to think of themes on the spot like this, if she asked me. I need time to think about it since it's been a few days when I last watched the film.

"Nova?" said my teacher, making me freeze. I could feel my other classmates stare at me, although I don't know why. I shyly looked up from my desk and into Mrs Kent's eyes. "Yes?"

"Name a theme from The Great Gatsby."

Crap. Okay, Nova. Theme? Did she want a theme from the book or the movie? Who cares, they're all the same, aren't they?

"D-does it have to be from the film or the book?" I felt mortified hearing myself stammer. I sounded like a broken record.

I watched my teacher shrug. "Either one, it doesn't matter."

"Um..." I began. "Love?" It came out more like a question rather than a statement. But at least I said something, I just hoped it was the right thing.

She smiled. "Good."

I mentally cheered, happy with myself that I got something right in class. But then Mrs Kent went to say the words I dreaded to hear, and that happiness of mine was short-lived. 

"What about Love? How is it shown in the film or the novel? Is there a difference in the love between Daisy and Gatsby versus Daisy and Tom?"

Oh crap. How did she expect me to answer this? I hadn't watched the film in days, and my memory is so terrible. 

I probably looked like a fish out of water to her, my mouth open as I struggled to find words. She looked at me intently, sighing. "Nova, you watched the film. Correct?"

Not wanting to disappoint her anymore than I already have, I nodded. "Yes I have, Mrs Kent."

"Then you should be able to answer this simple question. Why is Love an important theme? What does it show us?"

I could tell her patience with me was wearing thin. I nodded frantically, feeling myself grow hotter as I gazed down at my notebook, pretending to read my nonexistent notes as if I'd written something that would help me find my answer. I knew there were students who were waiting for my answer just as Mrs Kent was, and I already knew what they were thinking of me. I shoved those thoughts down, not wanting to look like a fool.

"Nova? I'm waiting." I heard Mrs Kent say, and the tapping of feet against the floor had begun. Great. I've made her impatient and disappointed. I'm never going to get my notebook back now. 

I could feel tears threatening to make their way out of my eyes, but I blinked to make them go away. My throat felt tight. Don't cry. Don't let them see you like this.

"The theme of Love is evident in both film and novel of The Great Gatsby. My memory is a bit hazy from the novel as I haven't read it in years, so bear with me. But the love Daisy feels towards Gatsby is entirely inaccurate." said a voice from behind me.

As shocked as I was, I didn't want to turn around. I knew who that voice belonged to. Harley Reid. He was the school's resident bad boy, and so were his two friends, Alastair and Bodhi. They've been friends since childhood, and rumour had it that they were apart of a gang, something which I found ridiculous. Gangs? There weren't any gangs in our town. Unless there were and I was unaware of it? He was a bad boy, but he was also very intelligent, one of the top students in our grade. He was the type of person to get top grades in everything, something I was envious of. He speaks like he spouts poetry.

"She claims to love him, when in fact it is his wealth she is in love with. As for Gatsby himself, whether he loves her or not is an open question. Does he genuinely love Daisy? Or is he in love with the idea of her? As for Tom and Daisy, they do not love each other. They married for what may seem like the wrong reasons, and both seem to be quite miserable in their marriage. Tom seeks out new women on the daily to please him, much like Daisy does in Gatsby when he returns, creating a whole mess of problems. I do think that there is a difference between the two couples. One couple got together at the wrong time, and the other got married at the right time, just for the wrong reasons."

The whole class was stunned, even Mrs Kent who looked at Harley like she was his own son, beginning to praise him and she started to clap. "Oh my, that was wonderful Mr Reid. Wonderful explanation of the definition of love in our studied film."

I could have come up with an explanation just like that! If only I wasn't so nervous. As much as I hate to admit it, I was thankful that he had answered the question, saving me from further humiliation. I shook my head. No, he did not save me. He just happened to have the words I did and said it much better. 

I couldn't imagine the look on Harley's face, perhaps he was smirking like the arrogant bastard he is. What if I turned around to look at him? I mean, everyone is doing it so I should too, right? 

I slowly turned my head around and found him at a desk near the corner of the room. The students beside him were patting him on the back, giving him fist bumps and high fives. I watched as he grinned, raising his fist to bump other fists. His gaze swept across the room, seeming to look for something. I didn't have time to look away before his eyes locked with mine. His eyes were a gorgeous colour, and something about them made me shudder. I watched as his eyes bored into mine before he winked at me.

All the colour drained from my face and I turned around in my seat, feeling my cheeks flush. I felt my hand fly up to fiddle with my locker around my neck, something I always did when I was nervous. Oh yes, I get nervous whenever anyone makes eye contact with me, not just boys. My father always reminds me it's important to make eye contact with someone when you're talking to someone so that you are perceived as rude or dismissive.

After the praise of Harley Reid was over, I was hoping Mrs Kent would forget about me and put all of her attention on Harley, but no. Instead, she looked at me and pointed her thick finger right at me. "You could learn a thing or two from Mr Reid, Nova." 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Instead, I nodded. "Yes Mrs Kent."

The bell rang, dismissing students from class. I quickly packed up my things, moving toward the door when I was called back. When I did go back to stand in front of Mrs Kent's desk, from my peripheral vision I noticed that Harley and his friends hadn't left the class yet. From the looks of it, they were on their phones. I wonder why they hadn't left yet? Everyone else had.

Hopefully, she wanted to give my notebook back. "Nova.." She began. Wrinkles on the sides of her eyes were visible, and strands of grey hair popped out from her bun in her black hair. She looked worried.

"You are a smart girl. For the past two years since I've had you in my class, you have continued to amaze me with the top marks that you receive on almost every assignment given, high enough marks to possibly match Harley over there." She said, gesturing to the boy behind me.

I could sense a 'but' was coming. "But I can't help but feel as if... something isn't right with you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't understand."

"Is everything alright at home?" She questioned, searching my eyes for something, anything that might say No. There is something wrong at home and I need your help. 

"Yes, everything's fine at home. Why do you ask?" I questioned, my hands clenching by my sides. My nails dug into the skin of my palms, and it hurt. But I didn't care. I never did. 

"I'm just concerned. I mean," She pauses, moving to grab something from her drawer. I assumed it was my notebook. "The things you've written in here.." She held up my notebook in front of my face, and I was tempted to reach out, grab it and run. "are of worry and concern to me."

She read my notebook? Why would she do that? Isn't that an invasion of privacy? I was hurt. Frustrated. Angry.

As much as it hurt, I shoved my anger down, something which I knew was a bad, bad idea. Instead, I chuckled, which made me wince. It sounded foreign to my own ears. "Mrs Kent, those are just stories I write in there. Made up from my own imagination. Purely fictional. They're not based on anything."

I wasn't a good liar. But sometimes if I tried hard enough, I was able to convince people that I was fine, and more often than not, they believed me.

Under the scrutinising gaze of Mrs Kent, which lasted a few good seconds, she seemed to believe me. Her mouth said some things, but her eyes said something else.

"Alright." She said and smiled. When I looked into her eyes, I could tell she was struggling with whether to believe me or not. But I didn't care. "I guess I should give this back and let you go to lunch."

I thanked her and took my notebook from her hands, avoiding her gaze. Once I was out of the classroom, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I'm glad I got my notebook back, but the pain in my palms was killing me. Gritting my teeth, I opened my palm and saw what looked like red crescent moons in a small row in the middle of my palm. There was no doubt in my mind that it was the same on my other palm.

I sighed and begun making my way to the cafeteria with a smile on my face.

•••

❝True love is when you've shown them your soul, and they still want to kiss your lips. ❞

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Seventeen year old Nova Weathers is your average teenager. While others went out and partied, Nova would stay at home and binge her favourite TV shows or write stories. She disliked the idea of socialising, partying and having to make 'small talk'. but if there was one thing to know about her, it was that she loved to write.

As the majority of her time is spent writing stories and creating worlds inside of her mind, she barely pays any attention in her classes, resulting in a drop in grades.

So when her English teacher is tired of Nova not getting her grades higher than he would have liked, he assigns the most popular and school's resident bad boy Harley Reid (who also happens to be very intelligent and the top student of the school) to tutor Nova, and they're both in for one hell of a ride.

After all, it's just a few days of tutoring right? And when Nova's grades fly sky high above Harley's, they're done with each other, or at least what they think.

[An Original Story]

Sports occupies a vital role in our lives. It keeps us fit, healthy and makes us active. The secret to having a healthy and positive lifestyle is to have a positive mind and body. Sports is one such activity which helps us in maintaining a proper physique and a positive mentality.

Apart from keeping a healthy body and mind, sports also helps us in alerting our senses, keeps us aware and an undaunting personality and outlook on life. Hence, sports has a multi-faceted role in our lives. Students in schools are asked to write essays on the topic of sports for their exams and assignments. For their convenience, we have provided sample essays on the subject.One extended essay on sports, one short essay on sports and ten lines on the topic of sports essay have been provided further. The extended essay is of 450-500 words and the short one of 100-150 words. The long sports essay is for students studying in classes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. The short sports essay is for students in grades 7, 8, 9 and 10.

THE BEST ARTICLE ON LOVE & RELATIONSHIPS THAT I'VE EVER READ {AND THAT YOU NEED TO READ TOO}
Well, it's Valentine's Day and what better time to share with you one of the most influential articles I've ever read about love & relationships. Mark Manson, our author, decided to poll his own blog audience for advice in the week leading up to his own wedding. To borrow from Mark, "I sent out the call the week before my wedding: anyone who has been married for 10+ years and is still happy in their relationship, what lessons would you pass down to others if you could? What is working for you and your partner? And if you are divorced, what didn't work previously?" This article was pulled from the overwhelming response Mark received from almost 1,500 people from around the world. The reasons why are not only insightful, but downright relatable to any person in any sort of relationship.
Every single time I've read this article, I learn something new about myself, the way I show love, and those relationships close to me, so I'm incredibly excited to share it with you all in the hopes that you find as much inspiration {and dare I say, motivation?} from it as I do. We all know love is a constant ebb and flow of emotions, and even the strongest, healthiest relationships need help & advice sometimes. I have found ways to relate to Mark's words in numerous ways – from his analogies to his real-life examples from readers, his article is raw and real, and just the reminder we all need sometimes.
I could have easily copy/pasted this entire article simply because there are so many incredible call outs & points being being made {and you might read the below and think that I did!} But, believe it or not, I showed restraint, even when I didn't want too. With that being said, I highly encourage you, if you have the time, to should read this article in it's entirety because it may very well change your relationship, and your life.
Below you will find my favorite points from each of Mark's '13 reasons why' every relationship can be successful.
Every Successful Relationship is Successful For The Same Exact Reasons
Be together for the right reasons….everything that makes a relationship "work" (and by work, I mean that it is happy and sustainable for both people involved) requires a genuine, deep-level admiration for each other. Without that mutual admiration, everything else will unravel.
It's useful to point out that love, itself, is neutral. It is something that can be both healthy or unhealthy, helpful or harmful, depending on why and how you love someone else and are loved by someone else. By itself, love is never enough to sustain a relationship.
SPACE
Have realistic expectations about relationships and romanceThere will be days, or weeks, or maybe even longer, when you aren't all mushy-gushy in-love. You're even going to wake up some morning and think, "Ugh, you're still here…." That's normal! And more importantly, sticking it out is totally worth it, because that, too, will change. In a day, or a week, or maybe even longer, you'll look at that person and a giant wave of love will inundate you, and you'll love them so much you think your heart can't possibly hold it all and is going to burst. Because a love that's alive is also constantly evolving. It expands and contracts and mellows and deepens. It's not going to be the way it used to be, or the way it will be, and it shouldn't be.
True love—that is, deep, abiding love that is impervious to emotional whims or fancy—is a choice. It's a constant commitment to a person regardless of the present circumstances. It's a commitment to a person who you understand isn't going to always make you happy—nor should they!—and a person who will need to rely on you at times, just as you will rely on them.
That form of love is much harder. Primarily because it often doesn't feel very good. It's unglamorous. It's lots of early morning doctor's visits. It's cleaning up bodily fluids you'd rather not be cleaning up. It's dealing with another person's insecurities and fears and ideas, even when you don't want to.
But this form of love is also far more satisfying and meaningful. And, at the end of the day, it brings true happiness, not just another series of highs.
SPACE
The most important factor in a relationship is not communication, but respectAs we scanned through the hundreds of responses we received, my assistant and I began to notice an interesting trend. People who had been through divorces and/or had only been with their partners for 10-15 years almost always talked about communication being the most important part of making things work. Talk frequently. Talk openly. Talk about everything, even if it hurts. And there is some merit to that (which I'll get to later). But we noticed that the thing people with marriages going on 20, 30, or even 40 years talked about most was respect. My sense is that these people, through sheer quantity of experience, have learned that communication, no matter how open, transparent and disciplined, will always break down at some point. Conflicts are ultimately unavoidable, and feelings will always be hurt. And the only thing that can save you and your partner, that can cushion you both to the hard landing of human fallibility, is an unerring respect for one another, the fact that you hold each other in high esteem, believe in one another—often more than you each believe in yourselves—and trust that your partner is doing his/her best with what they've got. Without that bedrock of respect underneath you, you will doubt each other's intentions. You will judge their choices and encroach on their independence. You will feel the need to hide things from one another for fear of criticism. And this is when the cracks in the edifice begin to appear.
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Marguerite is oblivious as she folds Arthmael's body into beautiful silhouettes. Following the familiar choreography, she dances relentlessly.

Grand Jete! Penche! followed by a series of graceful pas de chats. All concatenated in front of the enthralled emperor.

When the music reaches the outro in a full stop, Marguerite falls gracefully on the floor in a pose. She stays there and waits for the king to tell her she can leave.

She stays on the ground for a long time but hears nothing from him. Wondering if she did anything wrong, she wants to lift her head to look at the king's face, but quickly remembers the warning he gave her. If she disrespects him any further, who knows what he might do to her.

She suddenly feels her chin being lifted, her eyes meet the hazels of Demian. She forgets to breathe and falls from her pose onto the floor. She doesn't have time to regain her senses before two strong arms lift her off the floor.

She is about to question him on his weird behaviour when her mouth is suddenly covered by his in a kiss.

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Marguerite is very talented. She has a beautiful voice, a great passion for music and various talents in the arts. Unfortunately, her bright future gets compromised when she is forced to leave her world to fulfill the wish of someone else. Marguerite wanting to go home as soon as possible, accepts. However things turn out quite unexpected for her.

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At 8 PM that night, a brand-new series and a brand-new video had successfully passed the auditing process. The first episode of the 'Products of the Gods' series: Game Designer and a Large-Scale Performance Art!
Teacher Qiao's fans were stunned. What was happening? Wasn't he pretending to be dead? After playing dead for three days, was he back to commit the offense despite the eyes that were on him? 
Moreover, was it a paid video for the same game? He was trying to cause a commotion!
Recently, 'Qiao-logy' had surprisingly become popular on many video websites. Although other content creators posted similar videos, Teacher Qiao was the first to do that. Therefore, he became the main person held responsible for those videos.
Given the current situation—as expected, the comments section was bombarded by people who were posting about that meme.
Was he… going all out since he had nothing to lose?
Since there was no way he could salvage his reputation, maybe he was trying to maintain his popularity by building a notorious reputation? Maybe he wanted to ride the wave of the popularity of 'Qiao-logy' and profit from that?
Considering Teacher Qiao's current circumstances, it was hard for his fans to not have such thoughts. The netizens were prepared to roast him as they opened the video with anxious or worried feelings. Some onlookers just wanted to join in the chaos.
However, Teacher Qiao's first sentence in the video shut them up.
"Hey, y'all. I am still your Teacher Qiao. I know what everyone wants to say. Before you guys start roasting me, I want to announce something really regrettable.
"Three days ago, on the first of April, on April Fool's Day; we conducted a large-scale performance art and achieved incredible success. However, the results of this art experiment were really upsetting.
"That's right. The theme of this performance art was: in the digital age, what content will become popular more easily—an intentionally silly short video or a high-quality game that cost millions and was rich with content?
"After our experiment, I am here to announce a really regrettable result.
"The former won."
Many people wanted to start roasting him, but the opening speech stuffed their words back into their mouths. Only confusion was left.
What? Performance art? What show are you acting?
They continued watching on with confused feelings.
Teacher Qiao continued introducing the act in the video. He explained the concept and definition of performance art and the motive for the performance art that he participated in. According to him, this performance art was started by Teacher Qiao. Its purpose was to explore a really deep theme.
In the digital age, people were bombarded by information. This was an age when an explosion of information and a lack of information existed concurrently.
Information explosion referred to the huge volumes of information that everyone saw online every day. An insignificant incident at the corner of a small city could be popularized within one night for an unknown reason. The very next day, everyone in the country would know about the incident.
The lack of information referred to the scenario when information that possessed true value and meaning was buried by the huge volume of fast-paced, entertaining, and sensationalized information trash.
Therefore, this performance art did a comparison.
Teacher Qiao and many other content creators would upload their respective videos. The content of the videos was simple and utilized exaggerated tones and words to lick their boots. Everyone's video was largely similar and used the exact same script.
In order to capture audiences' attention, the video did all that it could. For example, it did things that instigated their distaste such as by mixing Chinese and English together in their speech and used huge amounts of discourse fillers.
The video itself was pointless and meaningless. However, since many video UP Masters uploaded them concurrently—coupled with the video's sensationalized and attention-drawing content, netizens would ride the wave naturally. That instantly produced a unique trend on the internet!
The rise of 'Qiao-logy' proved that point.
An intentionally silly short video became popular and turned into a popular meme because it was stupid enough and that many people followed the trend. That proved that in this age, many events that one thought had unexpectedly become popular were actually planned by someone in the dark!
On the other hand, Tengda's new Game Designer was an unpopular work. It had really deep, concealed intentions and required players to be patient enough to dig it out. It exposed the state of the industry currently and satirized the chaos within the industry. Its voice-overs, graphics style, and game modes were all filled with creativity and sincerity.
However, what is the state of this content-rich game now?
It had mixed reviews. The players did not recognize the game! Most players did not even explore the game further and quitted after five minutes into the game.
The comparison between the short videos and this game was the crux of this performance art. This was already ironic enough in itself.
Many viewers were dumbfounded as they watched up to that part. So that was what happened? To think of it, it seemed pretty reasonable.
Which games companies would be that stupid to make the content creator promote the game so deliberately and disgustingly? Wouldn't that affect the company's image and the image of its products, too?
Although Teacher Qiao wasn't very ethical, one could tell that he devoted his entire heart into his videos from the videos that he had previously released. Why would he utilize such a cheap method for his sponsored partnerships?
It wasn't that the act didn't befit his morals. It was mainly inconsistent with his wits.
Moreover, Teacher Qiao was not a special occurrence. There were so many content creators, and they had all used the same publicity script. How could one explain this then? Could it be that those content creators approached him and copied Teacher Qiao's script on their own accord?
No way!
The only plausible explanation was that Tengda had given them the same script! Why would the big client want all the content creators that it had paid to use the same script? Moreover, the script was so badly written.
Wouldn't it be better for them to create their own content? They would be able to achieve better publicity results with the same amount of money. Why wouldn't they do that?
Yet, Tengda chose a really stupid publicity method. It requested all the content creators to read off the script and achieve an almost completely opposite publicity effect!
This was indeed pretty unreasonable.
Now that they thought of it, Teacher Qiao's reasoning seemed to be the only possible explanation.
This was indeed a large-scale performance art! The events that followed had indeed validated this point. 'Qiao-logy' became popular, and yet Game Designer did not.
Didn't that prove that view? In the digital age, cultural works that encompassed true meaning were often buried while information trash filled up netizens' time!
The more they heard, the more reasonable it sounded. They continued watching the video. The topic of the video naturally went to Game Designer. That was Teacher Qiao's forte. The series name was called 'Products of the Gods'. It utilized a completely different commentary style from Trash Games Diss and New Recommended Games of the Month.
Teacher Qiao analyzed the reasons why Game Designer could be called a masterpiece.
"Many players think that the main ways to tell if a game could be considered a masterpiece were to analyze its graphics, game modes, story plot, game controls, ease of playing, and more.
"However, those merely differentiated 'great works' from 'ordinary works'. They had nothing to do with a 'masterpiece'.
"A 'masterpiece' must be able to have a huge impact within the industry. It must be rich with meaning. It must be able to withstand the test of continuous discussion and polishing. It must be able to resonate with our soul!
"Works that could not do that could only be considered to be great. They could not be called masterpieces.
"Game Designer is a classic masterpiece that fits the descriptions!"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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This book is highly popular in China and has set off a new trend. Webnovel has very high expectations for this book and has gotten the author to refine the first chapter as an exclusive for global readers. We hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

Okay! we all know there are three main characters in this book and a non-existent love triangle. *Smiles proudly*


Number One:  [Blu Smith] [25] [She loves pizza] [Just wants to live a normal life] 

Pronunciation of Name:
- ᒥSay "Blu" like Blue colorᒧ 
- There you go! Now you can pronounce her name now. 
[Mission passed! Respect + plays in the background]

 Hardware : 
- Approx. 5 foot 4 inches tall. [Not your average short girl]
[Imagine Blu's physical appearance by yourself and unlock Imagination Achievement]
- Existing on earth since 1995. 
- Running on caffeine and pizza.

Software : 
- Ultimate Painter & Sculptor Simulator 9.0 pro – daily updating 
- Sarcasm & Comeback Simulator 2.0 beta [Crackhead Energy Executor]

Audio channel:
 - English and Bitch [but in New Times Roman font] 
- Rhythm thief but its cursed plays in the background when in trouble - embedded
- Wii Theme Music plays 24/7 in the background normally - embedded

Input: 
- Artistic heart 
- Creative mind 

Extension:
- She just wants to be an artist. That's it.
- Also wants to eat pizza for life. That's IT it.
- If you want more info read the story. THAT'S IT IT IT!

•••


Number Two:  [Kae] [Immortal] [Great Demon of Change] [Just wants to go back to hell]

Pronunciation of Name:
 - ᒥSay "Ka" like crow's Kaᒧ
- ᒥSay "e" like A, the first letter of Alphabetᒧ 
- There you go! Now you can easily chant his name while summoning him. :)
[Gangsta's paradise by Coolio plays in the background]

Hardware: 
- Approx. 12 foot tall. [Height goals for demons]
- Big, Buff Boi and Dark like a shadow. [Sorry weebs, he ain't your average anime demon]
- Running on negative energy and on "how to survive as a human" A book by Blu Smith.

Software: 
- Dark Magical Powers Simulator 9.0 pro – daily downgrading 
- A sinnamon roll 6.6.6 ver. [Big Dick Energy Executor]

Audio channel: 
- English and Demonic Language [A.K.A Despacito]
- Run by Awolnation plays in the background when someone tries to bring trouble - embedded
- Elevator Music plays 24/7 in the background normally - embedded

Input: 
- Chaotic good by heart [Sometimes] 
- Chaotic Evil by mind
- Overall dark and evil.

Extension:
- He just wants to go back to hell.
- Kill Arthur Smith & take Blu Smith's soul to hell with him. That's it.

•••


Number Three:  [Jayden Park] [32] [Arthur Smith's Personal Assitant] [He simply does not exist as a person almost in whole story like the use of pythagorean theorem in real life]

Pronunciation of Name:
- ᒥSay "Jay" like J, the tenth letter of Alphabetᒧ
- ᒥSay "Den" like Ten but instead of 'T' add 'D'ᒧ 
- There you go! Now you can easily pronounce his name. :)
[Curb Your Enthusiasm theme plays in the background as Directed by Robert b. Weide appears on screen]

Hardware: 
- Approx. 5 feet 9 inches tall. [Author shoving Jayden Park out of your view before you will start to stan him like Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단)... Nah! for real he's hot.]
- Lean and tall man. [Yep! He is literally the man of your dreams.]
- Error 404: Spoilers not found.

Software: 
-  Sugar (like 1D), Spice like (BTS) and everything nice Simulator 9.0 pro– fully upgraded 
- Looks like a K-Drama Boyfriend ver. 9.0 pro [**L.L.A.C.R.A.I.A.A.C.R.B.C.K.Y.I.H.W.T. Energy Executor]
**looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll but could kill you if he wants to.

Audio channel: 
- English.
- Mortal Kombat Theme plays in the background when he wants to bring trouble - embedded
- Thomas the tank engine theme plays 24/7 in the background normally - embedded

Input: 
- Gentle by heart 
- Good by mind
- Overall a gentleman. 

Extension:
- Error 404: Spoiler not found

1st book in the series of "Out of this World"

You ever saw those commercials where people screw up the simplest of tasks in the most idiotic fashion ever?

Yeah, that's basically what happened here.

Meet, Blu Smith who got kidnapped by a demon. Apparently, her father, Arthur Smith is a politician. So, in order to win his next election campaign; he decided to sacrifice his daughter to a demon named, Kae.  

Her dad idiotically but still fashionably screwed up the whole deal by accidentally not saying the exact rank of Kae and her father also jumbled up the words of the demon summoning spell which made Kae somehow get trapped in a human body AKA her dad's secretary, Jayden Park's body.

In order to get out of Jayden's body, Kae needs to find Jayden's soulmate.

But there are three problems.
- They don't know where is Jayden's soul?
- They don't know who Jayden's soulmate is.
- The pizza delivery guy was late again.

Blu smiled as she spoke up: "I know you're all confused. I was too and so was Kae but you'll understand when I'll tell you the whole story."

Epilogue 

 

 Colonel Huang added, before closing the session. 

 "It is unnecessary to tell you that everything discussed at this meeting is absolutely confidential. The seriousness of the possible consequences of the action of the subversive elements demands all our attention and dedication.” 

 While the other participants were leaving Chang approached Lian and told her. 

 "Stay with me in my office for a moment.” 

 After dismissing the rest of his colleagues Huang closed the office door and tenderly embraced the woman and said. 

 “Dear child. You have no idea how pleased I am with this news.” 

 "Of which you are partly responsible." Lian smiled. 

 "I have somehow helped, but your courage was what triggered this whole process. Sit down.” 

 "Your new post will be based in Lanzhou, a city you know well. What worries me is how you're going to manage your tasks with your pregnancy being alone there.” 

 The woman made a gesture of relief as she met her next destination. 

 "I will ask my mother and perhaps one of my brothers to accompany me. The theme will be how they will adapt to life in a fairly large city.” 

 "By no means do I intend to interfere in your life but ... what the child's father?" 

 "He’s out of the picture. At least for now. He lives in Italy.” 

 "Cannot you ask him to come and help you deal with the situation?" 

 "I´d rather do it on my own." 

 Chang rose from his chair and kissed the woman on the forehead. 

 "Good girl. I'm proud of you.” 

 Lian was well aware of the affection her superior felt for her, partly reflecting the love he felt for her own daughter, who lived with her husband away from Beijing. 

 

 The woman formally saluted her boss and after leaving the office returned home, yearning to be alone to process the novelties that were about to change her life once more, determine what her first steps would be and get in touch with the people who should know about her new situation. 

 

 The months had passed without news and Ivo was impatient not to hear from Lian. His numerous e-mail messages had been unanswered and the young man knew that the circulation of news inside China and particularly abroad was not easy. Daily he opened his mail box waiting for news that did not arrive and Federica somehow guessed the reasons for his anxiety. Although he had no dates or other concrete data Ivo calculated that the child's birth was about to happen and the distance did not calm his nerves. 

 That day the man returned from the Foundation and before taking a shower decided to take a look at the mails. When the post showed him that he had a message from Lian his heart quickened, especially when he perceived that it arrived with attachments. When he saw that the text of the mail was long decided to open the attachments first. These consisted of three photographs of mediocre quality and definition but their content was clear. In the first of them Bo appeared holding a baby, from which, in fact, only a jumble of blankets and diapers were visible in what was evidently a hospital room. In the second picture Lian was in bed with the baby next to her. When trying to enlarge the photo the same quickly lost definition, but in the third only the face of the creature could be clearly seen, a newborn with closed eyes and the reddened face of the childbirth. Ivo felt an indefinable sensation, never experienced before but very strong. Unable to control his nerves, he also checked that the mail was also in his cell phone, slipped it on his jacket pocket and set off without a fixed direction, moved by an unconscious urge to move to calm his anxiety. 

 When he returned he remembered that he had not yet read Lian's e-mail. He learned of the news about the new military rank and the fact that she was in Lanzhou, a city the boy knew well. Lian did not give any explanation about the reasons for the move but Ivo assumed it was her new destination in the army. 

 The man eagerly opened the new mail. The child had received the name of Enlai, so he was therefore Zhou Enlai. Ivo wondered if it should not be called Bianchi Enlai, or rather Bianchi Stefano Enlai and so asked in his reply. 

 Lian also narrated the arrival in the city of her mother and her favorite brother Bo, and added that they intended to stay but only to accompany her in the initial times as the crowd of people in the streets typical of Chinese cities and sounds of all kinds were insufferable for them. 

 The young man re-read every phrase in the mail until he almost learned it by heart. Then collapsed on the couch in complete silence and with a flood of passions in his heart. 

 

 Three months had passed since Enlai's birth, and the news were not flowing. Ivo knew that the Lian had resumed her activities, of which he had no specifics, although she had to return home several times every day to nurse the child. The woman told him that the infant seemed to have clear eyes and a reddish tint in his hair, although in the pictures she attached he looked simply as a Chinese baby. 

 One day when he returned from his work Ivo opened the mail as usual, and found the message that Lian sent him with approximately weekly regularity and that had become practically the main focus of attention in his life. The email came with an attachment, so Ivo assumed that it would be the photos of Enlai evolution 

 Opening the file in his sight he found it difficult to understand what he was seeing, until he could delineate dubbed bronze objects without doubt very old, full of marks and dirt. The e-mail was eagerly read, but it was extremely brief. 

 "Helmet and chest of undoubted Roman origin, part of what was found in an excavation 150 miles from Liqian, in what apparently was the site of a hard battle. They were surrounded by countless bones and remains of men and horses of Mongolian origin. They are being classified and will be brought to the Lanzhou Museum. " 

 

 He fastened his seat belt and closed the window curtain. He just wanted to put his mind blank without distractions. The conflict of feelings and loyalties was not resolved and his heart and mind were split, but he was doing what an irresistible internal force urged him to do. Behind stayed his plans for an academic and bourgeois life and above all Federica, that is to say everything that had represented his comfort zone in the world, everything that sheltered and protected him, what was known and reliable and satisfied his aversion to risk. 

 Ahead was Lian, who had always represented the disruptive change and even imminent danger but also challenge and growth. 

 Ivo put on his headphones and turned on loud music to silence his anguish. He had finally understood that the enigma raised by the fate of the Legion was above all his personal challenge. From the Author 

 

 Dear reader 

 I appreciate your interest in reading these few words in which I talk about my work. It is a good habit to try to understand what led an author to write a particular book, because the motivations vary from author to author and from book to book. 

 As a sign of respect for the reader, in all my books I make a thorough previous investigation of the facts the work refers to, particularly considering that many of them take place in places sometimes very far apart from each other and also in various historical periods; my books often travel indeed through dilated stretches in time and space. 

 These searches are based on my memory, in the large family library and the huge quarry of facts and data existing in the Internet. In the global network everyone can search but not all find the same ... fortunately, since this results in a huge variability and diversity. 

 The plot of course comes from the imagination and fantasy. This is critical for me and I confess that I would never write a book that I wouldn´t like to read; my interests as a writer and as a reader coincide to a large degree. 

 My works often take place in exotic locations and refer sometimes to surprising and even paradoxical facts, but never enter the realm of the fantastic and incredible. Moreover, the most bizarre events are often true. 

 

 About the Author 

 

 Cedric Daurio is the pen name an Argentine novelist uses for certain types of narrative, in general thrillers with esoteric or paranormal content. The author has lived in New York for years and now resides in Buenos Aires, his hometown. His style is clear and straightforward, and does not hesitate to tackle thorny issues. 

 

 Works by Cèdric Daurio 

 

 

In English 

 

 Blood Runes 

 The Agartha Star 

 Love Affair in New York 

 The Lost Legion 

 

 

 En Spanish 

 

 Runas de Sangre La Estrella de Agartha Idilio en Nueva York La Legión Perdida 

 Coordinates of the Author 

 

 Mailto: cedricdaurio@gmail.com 

 Blog: https://cedricdauriobooks.wordpress.com/blog/ 

 



In the year 53 b.C. a Roman army is defeated in Asia Minor. A legion survives and settles in China. At the present time an Italian historian travels to unveil the mystery of the fate of those 10,000 men near the Gobi Desert. In that endeavor he finds the love of a Chinese Anthropologist but also the danger of dark interests that do not want their presence in the region. The quest  becomes a personal challenge. A brilliant exponent of the historical fiction genre. The Lost Legion is a thriller that will keep your breath until the end.

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