Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
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Sprawled across 3 seats with his head resting on top of  his bag, was a sleeping Seamus. He was brought out of his dreams, due to the bus driver's shaking. " Hey, Kid wake up!, last stop, Leeds"

Seamus jumped up straight with a fright and started patting himself down and touching his face, only to notice, the bus driver was giving him a puzzled stare " bad dream.....Thank you for waking me " 

"Aye" The driver shook his head and walked off the bus, followed by a fumbling half-asleep Seamus. 

{Gate 3 - For the 13:10 from Leeds to Scotland….. For the 13:10 , Leeds to Scotland,  proceed to Gate 3  }

After getting his bearings and finding the taxi rink at the station, he could only see one taxi waiting. " Where you heading lad?"  The driver looked back using his rear-view mirror,  seeing a young  man climb into the back, with a rucksack. 

Seamus started rummaging through his bag, past endless amounts of papers and some notebooks. " ah!" He pulled out a printed PDF page with the venue details. " Can you get me to L52 1DG, St Bernard Street" 

" Sure thing... You're here for the festival too? " 

" Uh ...Yeah, I'm performing as a supporting act, How did you know?" Seamus replied as he was organising his backpack. 

" I've taken quite a few people there today ... performer you say, any tunes I've heard before?...you got a little Scottish twang in your voice, you from Scotland? My miss's is Scottish" 

'Damm, a talker ' Seamus slumped back into the seat and conversed with the driver along the way to the venue.

....

" Ah, lad there's a massive traffic jam,tch.. this must be one hell of a festival " 

Seamus looked out the window, to see convoy of cars wrapping around a corner, that was hidden by bushes and set of chain linked fences. 'Is this a prison' 

"Yeh…. I think so" Seamus could his heart beat pumping a bit faster 'My first performance in this world… I've got to make this good' 

An orchestra of car horns accompanied Seamus and the driver, as the taxi nugged along for the next 20 minutes. Seamus could only watch the rate climb up to nearly  £20, he could hear his wallet screaming. 

" Sorry Kid, I'm gonna have to drop you off here, I've got bookings to hit .... " 

'Thank god' The taxi driver dropped Seamus off, outside the chain linked fences. Strapping his rucksack over his shoulders, he watched the driver struggled to leave the convoy, as multiple RV looking buses were going the opposite way.

'I need to get one of those'  Seamus started walking down the pathway, past rows of disused industrial site buildings, some had parts of the roof missing or were tagged with graffiti, ' Is this were I die... damm, all this for 15mins' he gingerly kept following the traffic jam around the windy road, whilst avoiding meeting the weird stares directed at him, from the people inside their cars.

'Who puts a festival in an area like this!' After 20 minutes of walking, Seamus finally came around the corner and was greeted by the site of black massive stand with the words 'WEMX' plastered on the side in purple, and a large row people lined up next to black gates getting their tickets checked.

Seamus walked around the rows of people, to the area where the RV's where leaving and parked. He walked to a black t-shirt man with an organizer tag plastered on his shirt.  " Hey, my name is Seamus Meonch, I am a support act, under the name Moench" He pulled out the paper prints showing his performer details. 

The man stepped away with the paper from Seamus whilst talking into a walkie-talkie before returning " That's all good, just walk past those barriers, turn left and you'll come up to the performer area, there's other guys already in there… we are bit understaffed, so I can't take you there myself" 

Seamus followed the organizers instructions ' Where is everyone' as he walked he was unable to find any other 'Organizers' around this area, only a few security guards walking around. As he turned left and walked past black curtains, he came into a medium sized room that had a few artists walking around. It was filled with speakers boxers, audio equipment and all sorts,  with stairs that signaled to staging area. 

The other artists didn't pay any attention when he walked in, Seamus could only find a speaker box to sit on, after reading the set timings that was next to the stairs. He pulled out his laptop wanting to recheck his music list for his set. 

As he let out a yawn before starting, his eyes caught a group of three guys dressed in leather studied outfits practicing away in a corner, with black and white face paint. His eyes opened wide and his jaw extended to the floor. ' Is that KISS?' 

His puzzled face didn't change as he kept looking at the group and booting up his laptop ' Do I know any KISS songs?' Seamus started trying to hum a tune and pulled out a notebook from his rucksack and started a writing score. 

….

{ Outside the WEMX venue }

More and more People had begun lining up to queue at the festival entry gates, the grass had become mud under the feet of the crowds, but smiles could be clearly seen on their faces as they chatted and waited to get their tickets checked.  

Near the entrance was a group of four casually dressed waiting like the rest. 

Group member 1:  "Hey doesn't this place look understaffed compared to InTWO festival last year?" 

Group member 2: " Yeah but who cares! TenCairo are playing!"

Group member 3: " Sorry to kill you man, but TenCairo have pulled out! Checked their BlueBird" 

Group member 2, quickly pulled out his phone and scrolled to the TenCairo, BlueBird page  and read aloud to his friends  ' To all our fans, due to a dispute with the WEMX Festival organizers, we have had to cancel our act, we want to apologise to all our TEN's who travelled to LEEDS! We will look to make it up to all of you  '

Group member 2 looked at his friends with a look of disbelif  " What the fuck is shit! Na i'm going home!"

Seamus dies standing, Seamus wakes up standing. 

Now living an alternative life with a unique system, and missing some of the comforts and stars of his old world.

How will Seamus survive. 


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Inspired by what I've read, so expect some similarities with other stories

Some people did not treasure their lives. The day's meeting was regarding the new companies they might take under their wing, and some of their representatives decided to ingratiate themselves with Kyro before the meeting even started. However, when one man left almost in tears, the others finally realized that this was a minefield they should approach with care. 

The meeting then passed in relative calm. 

When Kyro returned to his office, it was past one o'clock. Opening his email, he found that there was a message from the detective. 

[Why would you have me investigate some missing girl in another continent? My connections are great, but they're on this side of the Atlantic.] 

'Missing girl?' That part startled him. Why was she missing? It brought her no advantages, did it? 

He quickly clicked on the attachment and opened the pdf file. The first page had a dossier style introduction. On the left there was a photo of the girl, while on the right there was some basic information about her. 

[Name: Iris     Surname: Warren
Age: 23        Date of Birth: 09-17-1994 
Sex: Female    Country: United Kingdom]

Below were a number of her social media accounts, but he passed them by for the moment and looked at the 'Background' section. 

[Iris was born in Kendal in 1994. Her parents were both British and happily married for three years. When Iris was four, her parents were in a car accident. Her mother died on the spot, while her father was brought to the hospital, but his life could not be saved. Two days later, he died as well. 

After that, Iris went to live with her mother's older sister Madeline Nicholls, who is a graphic designer. She didn't earn much from that, so they were part of the lower middle class. 

There are few records of Iris' life after that. She has never attended any competitions or won any prizes. Her school life lacked any achievements. 

Once she finished high school, she took  a year off before starting her studies. There's no data regarding what she did during that time. When she applied for college, it was for one place and a degree in Economics. Her marks during exams were average, neither too good nor on the verge of failing. 

This year, on May 29th, she disappeared without a trace. She came to class, stayed for half a lecture, then was gone before anyone could notice. No one has seen her since then. The strange thing here, her aunt has not reported this to the police as a missing person's case.] 

Kyro leaned back in his chair, trying to make sense of what he'd read. This did seem like a perfect profile for someone nefarious, and that last comment about the aunt was highly suspicious. Yet this life could also be true. The girl did act like she had nowhere else to be besides his place. 

'I really need some damn answers,' he thought while massaging his temples. 

…

When Iris woke up, it was already past midday. For a moment, she lay without moving, hoping to fall asleep again. In her subconsciousness, she knew that something bad would happen once she opened her eyes. 

Her stomach growled soon, though, and she forced herself to get up. Blinking, she noticed that she was covered by a blanket. 'That wasn't there yesterday,' she noted, puzzling over the matter. 'Kyro must have put it on me!' 

And then the dam was broken. The memories from yesterday came crashing in, and she dug herself under the blanket to hide her face. "I'm an idiot, I'm such an idiot!" she whispered, almost in tears. 

Instead of acting like a person, she had been stuttering and not saying anything, avoiding him. In his own apartment. She was a stranger, more or less, yet acting like it was fine for her to stay here without any explanation. When he wanted to talk, she even fell asleep! 

'He must think I'm a fool and a joke by now.' 

But it was too damn embarrassing! First, he mentioned seeing what happened in the warehouse. Then, he asked about how Lucifer got injured, and his voice when she said that it was to protect her… It was full of so much incredulity, she wanted to die from shame… 

'Argh… He'll probably want to talk to me when he wakes up again, and this time I won't be able to avoid it…' 

She stayed hidden for a bit longer, debating whether she was more hungry or more afraid of meeting Kyro. The latter was an incredibly scary proposition, but she was starving. 

Without making a sound, she crawled off the sofa and went toward the kitchen. On her way, she noticed that the bedroom's door was open, and light was coming in there from the open curtains. She sneaked closer to get a better look, and her face brightened up with a wide smile. 

'He's not home!' 

This was the best news there could be. Even if it was delaying the inevitable, she did not mind. Anything that allowed her to stay around here for a bit longer was a welcome turn of events. 

Freely then, she went into the kitchen to raid the refrigerator, but there was nothing there besides a pack of blueberries, five eggs, and an old tomato. 'This… I know my refrigerator was lean when I lived alone, but this… There's nothing to eat here!' 

She wanted to give Kyro a good talking regarding the state of food in his apartment, but he wasn't around. Thus, she was forced to just scramble the eggs with salt and pepper and keep quiet. At least there were blueberries for a desert. 

When finishing the last berry, she couldn't help but lament to Lucifer, who had come over to check on her, "I've turned into a human, so why is my diet still the same as when I was a fox?"

Iris didn’t think much of her life until one day she found herself in the body of a baby fox. Before she could wrap her head around it, she was bullied by a kid and saved by a handsome stranger. It was almost like a fairy tale ending, just why is she still a fox?! Is there like a certain duration or will she need to stay like this forever? No way!

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Derek's taken back by her suggestion. He glances at himself, then at Page before looking back to Ada.

"...No," He replies sternly, "That, can't be what he planned to do," Glancing back at Page, he notices the radio on her belt. He walks over and cautiously takes the radio off her belt as if it might wake her, "Jacob, you there?" He asks into the radio, "Jacob!" Some time passes by, and no response.

Derek stands there, staring at the radio, hoping for a response.

"Derek come on," Ada says as she places a hand on his shoulder, "We don't have-"

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Fifteen minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

"Time…Jacob, you better know what you're doing…" Ada mutters as she looks up at the ceiling where the automated voice came from, "Maybe there's a map of the place in here," She states as she walks over to the computer, a timer in the upper right corner displaying a timer till the meltdown, "We need to find a lab…" She mutters as she starts typing away.

"Derek, you there?!" Jacob's voice suddenly exclaims from the radio.

"Jacob, everything alright?" Derek asks.

"Everything's fine-!" His voice quickly cuts off, a loud metallic bang echoing somewhere near him. Ada glances over at Derek as she plugs her phone into the computer, "What's wrong?"

"...Were you planning on injecting Page with the virus that's in me?" Derek asks as more noises can be heard in the background.

"I doubt that's how Luther brought you back, he must have made something new. Check all the files, there must be something about reviving dead people somewhere in the place,"

There's a lot more clanging.

"Get back here!" A deep, disgruntled, unknown voice shouts.

"Who's that? What's going on Jacob?" Ada asks as she walks up to Derek.

"Nothing, everything's fine! Just focus on finding that revive!"

"Jacob? Jacob?!" Derek asks, but there's no response.

"I was barely able to get access to the map of this place," Ada says as she unplugs her phone from the computer, "If we have any chance of getting any important files we need to get to Luther's personal computer," She grabs her phone, opening a map of the lab, "But I don't see a head office of any sorts,"

"Let me see," Derek says, holding a hand out. Ada hands him the phone and he looks through it. There's an upper floor, which they're on, and a lower floor. Leaving the hall would put them in the upper east wing, with the door to their left being a break room that has stairs leading down below. The first room of the lab they had entered was Sub Lab 2, which connects to a garden room and the Upper Main Lab. There's a room for offices on the lower floor, but there's no main office.

Luther had his own office back at the lab I was in...but he did most of his stuff on the computers in the labs themselves…

"The main lab," Derek says, turning the screen toward Ada and pointing at it, "Luther must have used a computer in there to keep his data,"

"The main labs split into two floors," Ada grabs a knife from her belt and hands it to Derek, "I'll check downstairs, you check up here,"

Derek nods in response before Ada grabs her phone and heads out of the room into the upper east wing. Derek soons follows, seeing Ada disappear into the door to the left. As the door clicks he stands there for a second, staring at the door leading out to sub lab 2. He tightens his grip on the knife and heads for the door. Entering sub lab 2 the zombie Ada had shot and kicked to the floor was back up, and only a few feet from Derek, quickly taking notice of him. He swings the knife upward at the zombie, salshing it across the face.

Before the zombie can recover from the blow Derek plunges the knife into the side of its head. The zombie starts to fall to the floor, Derek having to let go of the knife before it breaks from the pressure. Two other zombies in the room take notice of him and start making their way to him as he pulls the knife out of the corpse's head. The lights suddenly turn off, with red ones turning on, giving the lab an unnerving redish-black tone.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Ten minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Fuck, I don't have time for this!

Derek runs towards the door to the main lab, a zombie blocking his path. He jumps up onto a nearby table, knocking over several glass vials. He jumps off the other end of the table and runs for the door. He enters a massive room full of tables, giant testing tubes filled with glowing liquids, and some computers on some tables at the ends of the room. The red lights almost make the liquid in the tubes look like blood. The room is easily twice the size of the sub lab. One of those large creatures that had chased Derek back in the lab he had woken up in floats inside one of the test tubes near the middle of the room.

He hurries over to the closest computer which is only a few feet away to his left. The computer is already unlocked, a timer in the upper right corner and a red warning symbol in the bottom right by the date. Several folders cover the desktop, a lot with different names in other languages that must be the names of various B.O.W's and viruses. He stops scanning the names when he sees one called "Derek". He quickly opens it up, a little over eight minutes left on the timer.

Opening the folder, even more folders are inside. Derek lets out a grunt of annoyance as he quickly reads the names of the folders. They're all dates. Some date to shortly after the incident in China. He starts with the most recent date, which dates back a couple months ago. An email labeled, "Success" catches his eyes. Opening it, he sees it's addressed to some guy named Norton. It reads:

"Success! After all this time, Phoenix is complete, and I was able to bring back Derek C. Simmons from the dead! I'm sure you're excited about this too, I'm already working on another vial of it and will send it to the lab in Mazraea along with the instructions on how to make it as promised,"

Derek clicks on the attachment in the email and a pdf opens up giving detailed instructions on how to make Phoenix. He sees a printer sitting right by the computer, so he clicks print and the pages soon start coming out of the printer.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Five minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Derek quickly grabs the pages, opening up a map of the lab and locating the chemical mixing lab, which is connected to the upper main lab in the far back left of the room.

I need more time! Jacob, I'm counting on you…

He runs through the main lab, hurrying to the chemical mixing lab.

…

"I'll check downstairs, you check up here," Ada says before leaving the hall and entering the east wing. Heading for the door to the left she enters a medium sized room a little smaller than the one she was in. The room has a tile floor, most of it being covered by a large carpet rug. Wooden counters line the right side of the room, a staircase leading downstairs sits at the other end of the room on the left side. A long blood trail leads from the door over the carpet to the stairs. She double checks her magazine.

Whatever made this trail better die in six bullets.

With time being a luxury she knows she doesn't have, Ada heads for the stairs. As she reaches the bottom half of the stairs she sees something feeding on a corpse that's the source of the blood trail. In the right side of the room down below is what looks like a human with a larger upper body hunching over its meal. Its left arm appears to be slightly more muscular than the average person's arm, but it's right arm has swollen up to something much larger. She can just barely see part of a giant eye on the shoulder.

You've got to be kidding me, did that lunatic really make another G?!

Before Ada can attempt to make her way down  the lights suddenly go out, with red ones turning on and dimly lighting up the place.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Ten minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Gosh dammit! I don't have time to have this thing chasing me, there's no way six bullets are enough for it! … Maybe, that thing Luther gave me will come in handy after all…

She reaches in her back pocket, pulling out a pair of ordinary looking shades. Putting them on and pressing a small button on the side she looks around, the glasses scanning the room for electronics. They lock on too many of the things on the counters, but she finds something on the door leading to the lower east wing. She clicks on another button, locking onto it. She grabs her phone, showing her an image of the thing she's locked onto.

Metal shutters, perfect.

She starts tapping on various things, getting it ready to close. Holding her phone tightly, she runs down the stairs, the mutated man taking notice of her. It lets out an inhuman roar before it starts to dash toward her as she runs past. She bursts through the door, quickly closing it and jumping away as she taps on the engage button. A heavy metal door comes down in front of the door. As she takes the glasses off she can hear the thing banging on the other side of the metal wall.

Hopefully that'll hold it…

Turning around into the east wing she sees she's not alone, six other zombies in the room with her. She presses a button on the inside of the glasses between the lenses before chucking it into the middle of the room. She puts an arm over her eyes as the glass explode with a bright flash, tiny flaming sparks flying around. One lands on her arm and she quickly puts it out. The zombies walk around blindly, some starting to catch fire from the sparks. She runs through them and heads into the sub lab 4. It looks identical to the room Derek, Jacob, and her had first entered. Luckily this room seems to be empty. She hurries to the door to the far right of the room leading to the main lab, but her steps awaken the zombies on the ground. They start to stand up, a couple standing in her path. She slides over a nearby table into the walkway in the middle and continues to the door. She enters a massive room, easily twice the size of the one she was just in. Tons of test tubes make two rows going down almost the entire length of the room. In the middle of the room is a slightly raised platform with stairs leading up to it from all four sides. Several computers sit in the corners of the platform.

She hurries past the test tubes, most filled with various disgusting things like human bodies in various stages of rot or mutation. Some of them look like even more messed up versions of the thing in the break room. She reaches the platform and goes to the closest computer, which is already unlocked, another timer in the upper right corner, displaying a little less than eight minutes, and a red warning symbol in the lower right by the date. Several folders with names of B.O.W's and other things cover the desktop. She sees one named "Derek" and clicks on it. It opens to show more folders, all labeled with various dates. Some date to shortly after the incident in China. Ada opens the most recent on, finding an email labeled, "Success". Opening it, she sees it's addressed to Norton.

So, you were still working with him all this time...guess you getting fired was just a cover up.

After she finishes reading it she clicks on the attachment, opening up the instructions. She plugs her phone into the computer and starts copying the files into it.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Five minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

The files in her phone, she quickly detaches it, pulling up the map on it and looking for a room where she could make it. The chemical mixing lab upstairs seems to be the best bet, however it's connected only to the upper main lab. An elevator sits at the far end on the left side of the room though, connecting the upper and lower main labs. She heads for the elevator. Reaching it she gets inside and presses the button to go up, the door closing before it starts up.

Jacob, you better do something and fast, you promised to help me get him back...

Terrasave agent Page is sent to a remote island to arrest her old work partner, who went rogue some time ago, and will end up fighting for her life as she struggles to survive a nightmarish outbreak that's unlike anything she's ever encountered.

-SI in to Worm with a bloody Necronomicon, thankfully not the same Necronomicon from Ash Vs Evil Dead~ Chaotic Evil MC taking advantage of the better Book of the Dead!

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional) 

Frank awoke with a jolt, the concrete he laid upon offered little comfort as he stood with a groan. He was in an alley, but that couldn't be right, the shitty little town he lived in barely had two buildings close enough. He rubbed the grime out of his eyes, and groped around for his glasses, eventually finding them in his jeans, slipping them on he finally got a good look around.

It was the most stereotypical alleyway he could ever have conceived of and up above the tall buildings was a brilliant blue sky. He hadn't the faintest clue how he got here, the last thing he could remember was going out on a walk, or something, the past few hours were a little fuzzy. Had he been kidnapped or something? Almost as if to answer his question a heavy tome landed at his feet with a thud.

"What in the fuck?!" He exclaimed. But after a moment's hesitation, he bent down and picked up the strangely colored book.

'Necronomicon,' it read. Just beneath the gold emblazoned title was a note pinned to the distressingly textured cover. Written upon a thick parchment it read, 'Transported to a realm not thine own, with but two gifts and only a note to guide thee. Thou hast been granted an opened mind and a tome of great knowledge. The Queen Administrator shall fail, defeat the Warrior's shade and thine fate shall be revealed. Be forewarned displaced one, should thee fail in thine quest, death shall be a kindness.'

"What." The note was absorbed into the book's disturbingly textured cover. He blinked, the shock quickly wore away as he mulled over the note's words. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what was happening, and he was going to get an answer. The brown-haired man strolled out of the alleyway onto the mostly vacant sidewalk and walked up to a poor looking fellow leaning up against an abandoned storefront.

"Legend or Eidolon?" He asked.

"Psh, Alexandria's where it's at man, she's got an ass you could bounce a dime off," responded the scruffy-looking man with a chuckle.

"...Right, thanks," said Frank. He walked away without another word. All around him he saw a dense cityscape, off into the distance he could see a bay, leading out into the Atlantic, and right smack dab in the middle of it was an oil rig, enshrouded by a hazy energy field. The realization hit him like a hammer, and Frank couldn't decide between screaming out of fanboyish glee or gut-wrenching horror.

He leaned up against a building on the sidewalk, shaking lightly and nearly hyperventilating. Frank slowly leaned up against the wall and slide down it, eyes wide and mind racing the possibilities thrumming through his mind at a mile a minute. He was in Worm and had the Necronomicon, he was in fucking Worm and had the fucking Necronomicon. Frank chuckled lightly, and then it swiftly grew into deep belly-aching laughter.

After a moment, he collected himself, standing up he straightened his ruffled dull grey jacket, with a face filled with determination and heart full of terror he set out.

Chapter 2

The first order of business for any aspiring super person was to find a base of operations. Which was why Frank was strolling through a rundown neighborhood as he slowly stroked the cover of his new favorite book.

Judging by the distinct lack of swastikas and oriental people, in addition to the vast amount of shady looking poor people, he had to assume he was in or around the Merchant's turf, which was probably for the best, all things considered.

Frank slowly wandered the streets, looking through the run-down neighborhood after run-down neighborhood, attempting to find an abandoned house that hopefully wouldn't cave in on him. After nearly an hour of searching, he found just the right place, a tiny, shitty looking house surrounded by other, tiny, shitty looking houses.

It was a small one-floor abode, the paint was largely chipped away, the lawn overgrown and the windows mostly shattered, it was perfect. Frank walked along the overgrown brickwork leading up to the front door, idly kicking detritus out of the way. He pulled out his only weapon, a tiny, dull pocket knife. When he reached the entrance he walked over to an empty window frame and peered inside, it looked vacant, but who knew what horrors could be hiding inside. He climbed through the window frame as quietly as he could.

Frank's search of the largely barren home was uneventful and brief, the small one-bedroom home was inhabited with nothing but several rat carcasses, a small mountain of ancient used syringes, and a few badly worn pieces of furniture.

Frank plopped down on a cushionless couch that was the sole occupant of the living room and set the fleshy tome on his lap. Before him lay a book filled with untold horrors awaiting to be unleashed, a book filled with more eldritch knowledge than could even be conceived of by mortal man. His task was nigh insurmountable, and this was the tool given to him to accomplish it. Frank pondered his options for a long while, what he was willing to do to survive, what he was willing to do to win. He came to his resolution with a grimace, and a tinge of excitement, after all, Worm was all about doing the wrong things for the right reasons.

But before he set out on his quest there was one more thing he had to do. Frank held the book up by the back cover so that the pages at the end would fall to the front, they did, and then they continued to fall. He held it in that position for over a minute as pages continued to fall, the size of the book never changing. He chuckled. Frank stared at the book for a while longer, fear gripping his heart, preventing him from taking the first step.

He let out a quiet sight, with a determination born of a fear of another sort and an immense curiosity, he opened the Necronomicon. The language it was written in was of a strange sort, while appearing to just be random gibberish on the page, it somehow directly communicated the raw intent of the words into his mind. The first page was a preface of sorts, it stated that this 'Necronomicon' (as it's actual name was physically unpronounceable by humans) was a kind of compilation of all 'relevant' knowledge in the entire multiverse. Thank whatever random omnipotent being gave him this version, as the actual Necronomicon would have been fucking useless.

He turned the page, it was a table of contents.

'ROB is being so kind,' he thought.

As he read through the table of contents he realized something that should have been rather obvious. Not only was this tome a source of immense arcane lore, but technological knowledge as well. As he continued to read he also noticed that there were no page numbers. He pondered this issue for a moment if ROB was being so kind already… He thought of Shoggoths and turned the page, on it was a detailed entry on the biology and creation process of Shoggoths.

Before he really dived into it, he wanted to confirm a niggling suspicion he had. Turning to a page on directed energy weapons, he briefly skimmed it. Unlike tinker tech, the technology in this was completely genuine, no hyperdimensional fuckery here, just honest to tentacle covered god technology. Hopefully magic would be a bit easier to learn.

Turning to the introductory page on magic, he read over it, and it was actually fairly simple at its core. Magic was a lot like flexing a hidden muscle that you never knew you had. It was your connection to the very universe, something that most mortals never realized was there.

The first 'spell' the book stated a practitioner of magic should learn was a simple focusing exercise. Continuing with the muscle analogy, it was a lot like lifting weights, magical weights. It took him a couple of minutes to figure it out, but it was surprisingly easy. He continued the focusing exercise for a long while until he felt that he'd mostly gotten the hang of it.

He eagerly turned the page, now that he was a fully qualified wizard, it was time to learn some real magic!

Chapter 3

A/N: I'm grabbing most of the spells from the Call of Cthulhu Spell Grimoire (with some liberal modifications). You can find a free complete PDF online if you care to look it up.

The sun was rising, he hadn't even noticed the sunset in the first place. He closed the Necronomicon with a satisfying snap and stretched as he stood up, then immediately rushed outback as his bladder screamed for release.

After finishing his business he went into the kitchen and attempted to turn on the sink's faucet, nothing came out, while he hadn't expected the water to be on in this abandoned shithole, it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, he had yet to discover the secrets of immortality, so he still had to eat and drink, among all those other things those pesky mortals had to deal with. He needed to get money and food somehow, and he didn't have his wallet on him, so what other option was there but to go out and murder random Merchants and steal their stuff. In addition to some other things, of course.

Fortunately, during his binge reading session, he'd managed to learn one actual spell, plus a few other fun things. The spell allowed him to conjure an invisible, extendable, and exceedingly sharp razor out of thin air. It was basically Jack Slash's more obvious power, but better. And if Jack Slash could go head to head with the mightiest heroes, while murdering scores of people, obviously he could too.
​
But first, he'd need a few things, some clothing to better blend in and something to carry his stuff around in. He'd ended up stealing his disguise from a probably dead homeless person he'd found behind an abandoned store, which consisted of a brown jacket that was filthier than dirt, a beanie that smelled like it'd came out of a grease pit, and a bandanna that actually didn't smell or look that bad. His second item appeared in the form of a backpack that was made almost entirely of duct tape, which he'd found next to a homeless person that probably wasn't dead. Within the backpack he stored his precious Necronomicon, it was far more convenient than stuffing it under his shirt as he had been.

Finally, Frank began his hunt and did so for nearly three hours before he found his mark. It was an isolated group of shady looking guys leaned up against a wall quietly talking to each other. Logically, they had to be drug dealers working for the Merchants, and if not, oh well.

"Hey, you guys got any drugs?" Frank asked as he approached them. They stared at him, varying looks of incredulity on their faces.

"Fuck off?" Said the one in the center.

"Go to the Merchants if you want your fix, freak," said the one on the left.

"Well, fancy you should say that," Frank said with a laugh. He conjured and swung his invisible blade, neatly decapitating the one in the middle, and nearly decapitating the one on the right. The one on the left tried to run, but with a neat flick of his wrist his prey fell to the ground, his Achilles tendons cut, and with a few quick slashes, his final target perished.

He walked up to the corpses with a casual stroll and dragged them into the dead-end of the alleyway they had been standing outside of. The alleyway was as filthy and cluttered as most other alleys were in Brockton Bay, but luckily for him, this one was a bit different, with a decently large alcove at the very end of it, which would hopefully obscure his upcoming sorcery from the wandering eye.

Several minutes later he had finished dragging the last corpse into the alley, he walked back out, looking at the large pool of blood and obvious drag marks in the concrete, he hoped nobody would be stupid enough to interfere.

Frank plopped down next to the pile of corpses, cracking open the Necronomicon he flipped to the page with the ritual on it, he reread it once more to assuage his paranoia.

He stripped the corpses of their clothing and valuables, stowing them in his backpack. Frank conjured his spectral razor once more, it doubled as an effective ritual blade. He began to flay one of the dead men, slowly but surely, he cut away the flesh with his ethereal blade, the process was surprisingly quick, taking only a few minutes. He repeated this process twice more, neatly stacking the flayed strips of flesh on top of each other. Once completed, he picked up the Necronomicon in his off-hand and placed his right hand on top of the stack. Frank read the accursed words slowly but surely, only five minutes passed and the ritual was complete, a blob of alabaster Flesh was now where the strips of skin were, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, he wasn't finished yet.

Frank laid the Necronomicon on the ground off to the side, he'd need it as a guide for this ritual as well. He rubbed his fingers around on the flayed body, smearing as much blood as he could on them and crawled back to a portion of the alcove that wasn't already drenched in blood. With painstaking slowness he drew out the runes copied from the Necronomicon on the ground, it took nearly an hour to do so.

Once he finished quadruple checking the circle, he couldn't help but let out a nervous breath Frank picked up the blob of Flesh and gingerly placed it in the proper position in front of the circle, and then stripped off every article of clothing, placing them next to his backpack.

As carefully as he could he eased himself down inside of the circle on his knees, he began to chant, the same alien phrase, over and over, for nearly a minute nothing happened, but slowly and surely the Flesh that laid before him swept up into the air as if by some invisible current, it encircled Frank, spinning slowly around him. It drifted closer and closer to him as if by a gentle breeze, and then it flowed on top of him, the pale Flesh merging with his own.

It was agonizing, and it wasn't supposed to be, properly performed this ritual was supposed to be painless. Normally if he were subject this level of raw bleeding agony, he would be a screaming wreck writhing about on the ground, but it seemed the paralyzing effect of the ritual had taken effect, locking his body into place and preventing even a twinge. It continued like this for several more minutes before the ritual finally finished, and it took several more minutes for the paralysis to wear off. When he could finally move, he bonelessly collapsed to the ground, every motion felt like sandpaper grinding into his flesh.

Minutes passed before he could work up the energy to stand. Frank inspected his Flesh as he hobbled to his pile of clothing, he looked emaciated now, the Flesh absorbing most of his body fat in the bonding process. His skin was far too pale, far too smooth, almost like porcelain, he knew it would get better in time, but it would never look like a human's again. He was also completely bald, he really hoped he could grow his hair back.

The pain had largely faded as he slipped on the last of his clothing. Frank looked over to the bodies, there was one more ritual that he should have performed, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then again, it was barely even worth being called a ritual, all he'd have to do was say a few words and… The bile rose up in his throat, later, he would do it later. Frank hurried out of the alley, he quickly checked the men's wallets, combined they had around fifty dollars, a surprising haul for such an impoverished area. At least he could afford food now.

I've had enough of the "fanfics" here being dialogues and so must you... here's some self insert fanfictions that you'll probably like! Some from DC, Naruto, Marvel... will most likely add more. 

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When Wang Xiaodong finished the last step, he opened the data package and looked at Lu Zhou, "The iterative calculation program is completed. The coordinates for the far and close side of the moon, the speed, and the direction of Chang'e 3 are calculated. I'll send it to your email?" 
Lu Zhou, who was writing, did not even lift his head, "Just send it to my QQ."
Wang Xiaodong, "Okay, what's next?"
"… The satellite orbit around the moon and the satellite landing trajectory geometry data and parameters are all here. You'll have to do the plotting," replied Lu Zhou. He threw the fully written A4 at Wang Xiaodong's desk and began his next calculation. 
Wang Xiaodong looked at the data on the paper and noticed that he had changed the MATLAB software to a more professional SAS software for data mapping. Without any expression, he answered, "Okay."
The two collaborated quietly and were fighting in their own areas of expertise. 
It was around twelve o'clock when Lin Yuxiang walked quietly into the computer room. She placed a plastic bag containing two packs of yellow chicken rice and two cans of coffee on the table. 
"Geniuses, time to eat!"
Wang Xiaodong got up and took his plate. With a smile on his face, he said, "Thank you."
Naturally, Lin Yuxiang smiled back. She then walked next to Lu Zhou and said, "This one's yours."
Lu Zhou did not raise his head as he replied, "Put it aside. I'll eat it after I finish calculating this."
"Okay!"
It was nine o'clock at night when Lin Yuxiang yawned and went back to the dorm. Wang Xiaodong went back at around ten o'clock. As he was the main force for tomorrow, he had to get a good night's rest. 
At this point, other than Lu Zhou, there were only a few people left in the computer room. 
The genius mathematics student Luo Rundong was also there with Liu Rui. 
There was also a third-year genius statistics student next to Liu Rui. 
Their team configuration was special. The captain was responsible for programming and part of the modeling but did not do calculations. Most of the modeling was done by Liu Rui who then directed another person to do the thesis. 
The third-year genius statistics student asked, "Is that guy in your dorm?"
Liu Rui nodded, "Yeah."
The genius statistics student said casually, "That guy is insane. I briefly looked at him when I went to the bathroom. He chose question A. They'll have a lot fewer competitors than us."
Liu Rui asked curiously, "Then why didn't we choose question A?"
Liu Rui has been solving question B for a while now and he did not feel like it was easy at all.
The genius statistic student said impolitely, "Because I have you guys for this year. Do you think I wanted to choose question B?"
Liu Rui: "…"
The other guy in his team: "…"
At three o'clock in the morning, only five people were left in the computer room. 
At four o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhou was the only person still sitting in front of a computer. 
By the time the sun started to shine through the window, Lu Zhou finally finished writing the last line of calculations. 
When Wang Xiaodong opened the computer room door and walked in, he asked, "Finished?"
"Finished…" said Lu Zhou. He sighed in relief before saying, "The basic modeling is completed. The rest is programming, plotting, and sensitivity analysis by observing changes in the simulation. When you're done, I'll start writing the thesis."
Wang Xiaodong nodded his head and said, "I got this. Go and rest."
"Okay."
Lu Zhou pinched his eyebrows, shook his head, and stood up before he walked out of the computer room. 
Compared to his all-nighters during the summer, this was nothing. 
Lu Zhou could not remember how he got back to the dorms. He just remembered that he opened the door and without even taking his clothes off, he went to sleep. 
When he woke up, it was already dusk. 
Lu Zhou sat up in bed and rubbed his messy hair as he took out his phone from his pocket to take a look at the time.
He recalled that he got back to the dorm around six in the morning.
"I slept for twelve hours…"
The next time he could sleep would be after the competition. 
Lu Zhou went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before heading toward the computer room. 
When he arrived at the computer room, Wang Xiaodong was already writing the last line of the program.
Lin Yuxiang was away but she had brought food. The food was still hot. She probably left recently.
Lu Zhou opened the plastic bag and was about to grab a pair of chopsticks when he saw a piece of paper in the bag. 
He slowly unfolded the paper. 
[Try your best ~ ^.^ ~]
Lu Zhou: "…"
Lu Zhou crunched the paper and threw it in the rubbish bin before opening the disposable chopsticks to begin eating. 
When he finished eating his dinner, he went to the bathroom and along the way, he threw the takeaway box away. 
When he came back, Wang Xiaodong pushed his glasses. He stood up and started talking, "I've already finished writing the program. The code I've used for the three questions have been sent to your QQ. I'll come back at three in the morning. You'll have to do the thesis."
"Ok, set an alarm. Don't forget."
"I know," said Wang Xiaodong as he nodded his head and left. 
Lu Zhou was the last relay runner. He sat in front of the computer and stretched.
It was seven o'clock at night and they still had 37 hours till the thesis submission time. 
Within the next 37 hours, he had to summarize all of the calculation processes, modeling ideas, procedures, and answers to the three questions, all into a 20-30 page thesis. 
No matter how exquisite the model or how ingenious the program, the judges would only judge by the thesis presentation. If the thesis could not be understood by the judges, then there was no hope for the prize. 
Therefore, this last step could not be done sloppily!
Lu Zhou went into his working mode and he had completely forgotten about the time. His attention was entirely concentrated on the computer screen and his typing and thinking were operating at the speed of light. 
The abstract and keywords had to be written in one page according to format requirements. Lu Zhou edited his abstract and even then, he barely made the cut. 
No one knew his model thought process better than him. Therefore, this stage was easy to do. 
The next was the cumbersome process of proof and reasoning. This was the main part of the entire thesis. Although it did not take up too much space, it was the most time-consuming part to complete. 
The main reason was that not only did it involve mathematical modeling ideas, it also involved programming. 
Lu Zhou was comfortable with mathematics but he needed to communicate with the coder for the program part. 
Time slowly past by and the sun fell down and rose again. Once again, it shined across the horizon.
When the night was over, Lu Zhou had finished the last part of the question answering section. 
He stretched and started at the thesis with his sleepy eyes before yawning as he started to talk to himself. 
"… Next up is the reference and appendix. Finally, it's almost done."
Lu Zhou placed his hands on the keyboard and he copied the title of the cited documents. 
[
... Moon soft landing gravity turning track design and analysis (C), Huaguo Aerospace Association deep space exploration technology professional committee second academic conference. 2005.
... Research on the detection and evasion scheme of manned lunar surface obstacles, Space Return and Remote Sensing. 2014, 35: 11-19
…
]
In total, he cited six Chinese theses, and one English thesis. 
For the final step, Lu Zhou copied Wang Xiaodong's code into the appendix.
Wang Xiaodong stood behind Lu Zhou. As he pushed his glasses, he looked at the texts on the screen and asked, "Finished?"
"Yeah, all finished. Help me check for errors. If there are no errors, convert it to PDF format," said Lu Zhou while standing up from his chair. He shook his groggy brain and said, "I'm going to sleep. I'll delegate the md5 hash check and uploading work to you." 
"Go rest," said Wang Xiaodong. He paused for a second before saying with a concerned voice, "Be careful on the road. Don't trip."
"Ok," said Lu Zhou as he nodded his head before he walked out of the computer room. 


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

A single things that's unpolarised me is love, oh let to be clear it's not only because she rejected me, yes it's because I deserves the expectations. Generally I do mistakes but perposing .. no I don't think it is .... If falling in doesn't a mistake then how it be by expressing.
Integrals of moment doesn't define anything untill the response taken, yap it's full of stupidity to give lacture about love or attraction what always she call the feeling.
The order of life that I always follow is love and smile. But being with her I got engaged with ignorenes and seriousness ah! I hadn't change just added up...
Are you a writer?
No!
Then why?
What why?
Nothing leave it...
Hey , things you are talking about why?
Leave it Sachin
Are you confusing me?
Are you confused!
May be!
Really
I guess!
Chutiya.,.....
Dekho Sakshi gaali nai.(plz don't abuse sakshi)
I will
See next turn is mine plz don't dawn my mood.
Let's welcome Mrs Sachin ray for his poetry and guys he is here to present his piece "parinda" , also. Sachin congratulations for completing your 2k followers on Instagram in just 3months, keep writing and take, mic is your (anchor anounced).
All the best and be confident (Sakshi toned in audience)
"Thanx....Sakshi" and thanx to you all for being here and thanx Patna diaries for giving me this opportunity and making a platform for youngsters to put their words to world, 
You had made it it's awsm Sachin  send me the PDF on my what's up
Sakshi !
Yes
Thanx and you are askiy about my phone number? I smiled
No I am just giving you mine...
Three things I'm band to do?
What?
I don't share phone number, my time and my poem. And why to give u we don't even know each other just last 2 hour conversation...
Isn't it enough?
No it's not.
Let's have a next meeting.
You're asking about date?
No it's not.... maybe
Let you to be clear I'm not rich not have bike.
So?
We have 2 hour left in this hall.
So?
I'm sharing you 3 of mine story.
Why you have only thee things..
Should I or not?
Ok continue.....
Once upon a time there was ... I started with hard voice ...
Are this yours? She smiled
Yes?
Then I don't want to listen.
Ok
What ok just tell the story with out any drama...
Let me ...

I reached out and grabbed Min's shaft, my hand working steadily up and down his cock. It was warm and hard between my fingers, and I loved the elasticity and feel. Well, I had created this cock myself with the help of Pratter and Sandor. This cock would feel exactly the way I wanted it to feel, and I made it feel exactly to my tastes. Just imaging the hard thing plunging into me already excited me. It was big, but not too big. It was hard, but no too hard. It was the perfect dick for my pussy. 
"You know, Min, I've been thinking a bit." I sighed as my fingers worked over his cock. 
"Mm? Vesse?" Min asked cautiously. 
I moved myself, swinging my leg up over Min and mounting him. His perfect cock was now sticking right up under my pussy, waiting to impale me. I lowered my hips until just the head touched, but didn't slam it home. Instead, I teased the top of his cock with my pussy, squatting just enough so that it touched me, but didn't penetrate. A wet strain of lust, although I couldn't tell if it was his or mine, reached from his cock tip to my pussy lips. It was a visible conformation of how perfect our parts fit together. 
"I realized…" I continued. "That a lot of people don't tend to read author's notes and thus don't know any information about this story." 
"Re-really?" Min was breathing hard, the teasing being too much for him, especially as I started playing with his nipples, on top of two clearly feminine mounds.
"Mm… so I reckon a lot of readers don't know a lot of important details about my Tales as a Seductress." I sigh, squeezing his nipples tightly in the way he liked and eliciting a pleasing gasp. 
"Such as?" Min's face scrunched, fighting the pleasure my body was giving him. 
"For example, this story had already been out in entirety on machineslicedbread.xyz for over a year, and it is also the location of many of the writer's other erotic stories." 
"Vesse sell readers short, most know that." Min blushed. 
I finally dropped my hips down, letting that perfect cock slam into me. The warmth of it slid deep into my womb, and the feel was incredible enough my pussy trembled slightly in a mini-orgasm. That's what I got for being so teasing. In the end, I was the one who was most aroused. However, Min was flushed and breathing hard as well, so clearly it was doing it for him. 
"I'm not so sure they're aware of the blog whatsawhizzer.wordpress.com, where the author translated Arifureta, wrote Requiem to the Stars and Time and Place, and don't even get me started on his continuing series, Power of Creation and the World of Women, two very erotic and very different novels. Both have completed volumes that can be downloaded for free for all ******* supporters." 
"Of course, Vesse… aaaaa… it's tight." 
"Mmm, I'm not tight. Min is just too big." I tease as I rise my hips up and down, feeling his cock slid up and down inside me. "Either way, ******* support gets people early access to released chapters, full colored illustrations, re-edited pdfs, and some exclusive patreon-only content."
"Most reader, only want Tales…" Min shrugged, his mouth open as he panted in pleasure. 
"Ah, it's because they want to see me fucking my sexy wife." I chuckle, picking up the pace until each time my hips drop I can hear the wet sound of it sliding in. 
"Ahnn… t-tease!" Min cried out. "T-tell them… important things about tales." 
"Ah… I guess I should tell them some things. For example, this next chapter will be the last chapter of Tales of a Seductress." 
Min gasps. "Th-then, no more us?" 
I chuckle. "Of course not. Naturally, my Min and I will return in the sequel, Tales of an Enchantress. A story currently being written and released on machineslicedbread.xyz." 
"Ho-how many chapters so far?" 
"Nearly 50! Ahh… Min, right there… move your hips, ahhhh… right there!" I let out a cry as he started to hit me in the right spot.
He thrust his hips up into me roughly and a moment later I started cumming. 
As I panted and moaned, my devilish Min kept up the thrusting past my tolerance. I could barely talk, my voice coming out in a panting high-pitched moan. "Ahh… I can't get enough of Min! If readers want… want Min too… they should know about Min's story, a-a- a – aaahhhhh… a short side series following Min's origin and point of view through Tales of a Seductress!" 
"Vesse, C-cumming!" 
"Cum! Cum in me, Min!" I shouted lustfully, my tits bouncing up and down as I rode him as hard as I could. 
"I-is that all Vesse say?" Min demanded, his eyes flashing mischievously. 
"No… I have more… oh.. it's too good, you're driving me crazy with your cock, I can't stop cumming!" I cry out, my mind turning to mush. 
"Must say it or Min won't stop!" 
"Ahn… Mi-min is teasing too much, I'm really going crazy, but it's the most important part!" I cry out as I pant, erotic explosions shooting through my body as I leak all over Min's cock, my pussy clamping down in perpetually orgasm as Min penetrates me over and over again. "Next month will signify the official release of Tales of a Seductress the pdf. It includes this complete book, edited and formatted for ease of reading in a phone friendly pdf. It costs $5 to buy the book or it is free for all ******* supporters of $1 or more! Inkstone doesn't even allow simple bold and italics formatting, so it's a much different experience on pdf." 
"But what about future release!" Min demands just as he grabs my ass tightly, pulling it down until he penetrates me at the maximum level. 
A moment later I feel gobs of warm stuff shoot into me. It was Min's lust, magically converted into semen. It started filling up my womb, and for a second my eyes rolled up in my head. Min had to pinch my thigh before I could focus again. 
"Un… I feel it! I feel Min inside me!" I cried until he pinched even harder and I shook out of it. "Tales was released on inkstone to drive up interest for the pdf. Its sales success will dictate how quickly Tales of an Enchantress is finished and ultimately whether it's worth the author's time to release it on inkstone at all."
"So, if they don't pay, he stop writing? What Bastard!" 
"No, Min… ahn… it's so warm, I can feel it growing soft…" I relaxed, finally regaining my faculties. "Tales of an Enchantress already has 40 chapters out and will continue to release on machinslicedbread.xyz no matter what. However, if you want to read the completed book as a pdf, if you want to see TOAE and Min's story released on inkstone, or if you want TOAE increased in release speed (right now, it's been about twice a month), then you might want to consider dropping $1-$5 to support the author. He has many writing responsibilities, and so TOAS must prove to be financially worth his time."
With that, I lean over and take Min's lips, tasting my sweet and beautiful wife. Our tongues combine for a few minutes while our sweaty bodies heave against each other, the sweet smell of sex wafting from the pair of us. When we finally separated, Min gave a coquettish smile. 
"Basically, author greedy, want money?" Min summarized. 
"Exactly…" 
"…" 
"So, the TOAS pdf will release on 11/14/18. ******* supporters will not only get that book, but access to all other ******* content including previous finished pdfs. ******* will have various fundraising goals dictating whether TOAE will be released on Inkstone (Raise $100, TOAE once a week), Whether TOAE will pick up releases to twice a week ($200), or three times a week ($300). Basically, if there is a total of $300 increase in ******* and paypal pdf purchases between 11/7/18 and 12/1/18 (that's just 60 people buying TOAS at its retail price guys), then you will get the max releases of TOAE until this book is finished. Please support the release at *******.com/whatsawhizzer or visit the TOAS Table of Contents on Machineslicedbread.xyz to buy directly." 
"Sound good. What next?" 
"How about we start the Epilogue to Tales of a Seductress. Enjoy!"

After an unfortunate mishap with some stairs, I found myself in a fantasy world filled with sex and violence. Stripped of everything and turned into breeding stock by the first band of goblins I encountered, I turned to the only weapon I had available to me. Now, I’m a seductress, the first and only RPG class that weaponizes the art of seduction. I will survive this new and dangerous world the only way I know how: one person at a time.

One foot is bolder and another is timid. I have a mixture of feelings that i couldn't express, i wasn't that bold to accept all the comments and go easy. How could I completely changed my look in a day like ranveer singh?. You have to be bold to face everything, subconscious added. As i entered inside, i felt everyone's eye on me, i just want to run back to my room and hide. But, how long?. I acted like courageous girl on the corridor. I just felt how many people know me because of my big salwar. Actually, i am not different. All girls in this college wears whatever they like. No strict conditions. but, still everyone looked at me different and few complimented.

"i feel different today to come with you meera"riya said in hoarse voice.

I happened to see deepika and her friends near laboratory, they looked pale and dejected.

"they surely worried for messing up with you.", asha laughed and i joined. My class came first, they hugged me and went to their respective classes. Asusual dinesh came late, but today my bench was preoccupied by someone. He easily exchanged the seat with the person beside me and winked considering it as a victory. my heart shook and without my knowledge i seen him many times. Tough teenage life!. 
i barely listened class, again he came to take my notebook. But this time i holded it harder, i dont want him to comment or tell me anything. He began to give his little force to get my notebook, i too did the same. In sometime, we forget that we are in class. he began to deceive me with simple cheap tricks to get my notebook, but i didn't give up. We both holded the notebook harder and dragged on our respective side.

"meeeera"

He is too strong to compete with me. he almost got it from my hand, but i wont give up. I gave my full strength, but he seized it. how dare?

"meera and dinesh, follow me to the principal room", professor yelled and waited for us outside. we glared each other in disbelief , tried to convince and apologize our professor. But, he didn't hear us. He left us near principal and gone for class. I practised to keep my face as pity as possible . i made my lips downturned and made my eyebrows lowest.

"hey, please don't keep your face like that inside. he is almost 70 years , He may die anytime",he laughed at his own stupid joke.
We were called inside. its a highly furnished air conditioned room and an old man sat in cushioned  black rotating chair, paired up with a green marble table. What a life!
  He had our past records in hands analysing.
"dinesh foot ball champion
Meera badminton national player
Both are department toppers", he muttered and kept our files on table.
 so, give me that note book.", principal got it from him and scrutinized every page for something he didn't write. This is my new notebook so, i am sure it don't have anything other than todays note which i took before he coming to class. After searching, he looked at us blankly.

"so ,why did you fight for this?", he asked dinesh with little irritation. I looked at him because i have the same question in mind. 
He hesitated a little and looked at me. i am aware that we made a first eye contact.
."you are uniquely beautiful", he blurt out. These few words from his lips made my whole body to tremble. I lowered my gaze from him.
"what?", principal got both of our attention.
"sir, actually i was late today  just  to check what professor taught. I tried to get her notebook But everything is messed up", he said by glancing both of us. 
Principal looked not satisfied with his answer and looked my side,
"why you didn't give?"
"sir class was going on and already  i missed few notes", i blabbered.
"don't behave like kids. Do something bigger this is the most silly and ridiculous case i dealt in my history."


"fine, listen classes and don't disturb teachers again. then, i need to suspend you people. This will be your last warn", he told us and we dismissed.
 If dinesh spoke all this before my school principal, he definitely call our parents and delivered TC. Here , they just warned us. And my mind shifted to the notebook i was holding.
Do he really came to write beautiful. If i known this before, i would have given him my notebook and this would have not ended like this.  I cursed myself and followed him to class smiling at him. He turned suddenly on the way
,"hey, don't take anything serious what i said to prici,i was just........ kidding", he stressed the word kidding for some reason.
He changed my whole good mood to irritation in a single sentence. i wanted to punch him harder for all the mess he did. but i just decided not to talk with him, all the glitters are not gold- he is harmful to my mind and studies. I packed all the belongings from class and moved
"hey",
My legs automatically stopped in midway.
"you looked good in salwar too"
I continued walking.

~mobile beeps~
New number:"hey i looked at your records, you are a real pro in badminton(".
I am hardly trying to forget him  , but now he came in my mobile too.  I saved his number as injuriousD. I don't want to reply him. i kept my mobile aside so i couldn't reach when it vibrates again.
injuriousD:"why you stopped playing????", mobile beeped and i tried to peekout.
Riya looked at my activity."Are you playing hide and seek with your mobile?",
 she tried to study my facial reaction.
"no.. i was just...", i took my mobile as it vibrates.
Me: "i used to play from 5th grade. My parents don't want me to continue outdoor games from my 11th grade. So , i quitted."
injuriousD: oh. Fine i sent you some pdf for analysis. Check your mail.
I checked my mail after sometime.
"a lot of papers?", i whispered. I just glanced everything. It was like some business company analysis paper. Why doesn't that company hire person to analyse this. almost 1200 pages, it nearly takes me this whole semester to complete this paperwork. I found why he gave me this idiotic stuff.If i spend time in analysing all this, he will be the definite topper this year, subconscious added. 
But,I wondered Why i like him?. no one in my life came across like him and i never felt this weak. There are few people in my life i can comfortably speak from my heart without any filter. Because, i trust or like them much. I have a feel they will be my side anytime. Few people break it and few strengthen that feel. When they break it, i never trust or allow people in my life for few months and when they strengthen it it, i cherish every people with love. I don't know how he will be? But my heart wants to trust him even my brain don't want to.

This story is about a girl from village and a boy from City. They together come across avrious dilemma, love, romance and problems. How she console her joint family to accept Dinesh and how they faced their hurdles. A beautiful love story ends with a tragedy.

Spirit Curing Pet Clinic. 
Sun Xiaomeng was sitting alone in her office, contemplating with her chin rested on her hands. 
In front of her, the computer screen was displaying two documents: one was a PDF file in English about animal behaviorism, and the other one was a Word file where the cursor was blinking. It was the Chinese version of the PDF file which was translated by a translation software. 
On her right side, a pot of bracket plant on the windowsill was bathing in the soft autumn sunshine and growing healthily, bringing vigor to this quiet and simple office. 
Behind her was a customized bookshelf that almost covered the whole wall. The bookshelf was stuffed with all kinds of professional books. Voluminous books that were as thick as dictionaries were put on the bottom, regular academic books were placed on the top shelves where she could reach them by raising her hands, and in the prime position in the middle were the latest journals and magazines in Chinese and in English. If she was going to relocate her clinic in the future, it would take much effort to move this bookshelf alone. 
It was not accurate to say that she was in contemplation: she was absent-minded. Her brain was completely vacant, a status she enjoyed very much, because she could temporarily get away from her busy schedule in the clinic and her studies so that her brain could get a rest. 
Knock, knock! 
She was woken up from her vacant status by a knock on her office door. 
"Come in." She rubbed her palms and placed her warm palms on her cheeks so that her stiff face became softer. 
Wang Qian and Li Kun pushed the door open, but they didn't come in. They just stood at the door and said, "Sister Xiaomeng, we have cleaned everywhere else except your office. Would you like to check up our work?" 
Sun Xiaomeng didn't ask them to clean this office because her "patients’" medical records were placed on her desk, and she was afraid that they would mess them up. Besides, she was the only one who usually came in this office, so it was not dirty at all. 
"No, I won’t check. You can leave earlier if you have finished your work." She trusted them and was satisfied with their work. Cleaning for a clinic was heavy work, but they had done it really well. 
In the beginning, Sun Xiaomeng was really disgusted by their stupid talking, and for a time, she really wanted to tell them not to come to her clinic anymore. But later, she found that they were very responsible at work, and since they had experience working for a pet shop, they were also good at taking care of pets. Their stupid talking was dwarfed by their excellent work, so she gradually got used to their presence in her clinic. 
"Okay, we are leaving then." They said goodbye to Sun Xiaomeng and closed the door softly. 
They didn't leave the clinic right away. Instead, they went to the cashier and cozied up to Long Xian again. It was obvious that they quite liked the new nurse. Why? Probably because Long Xian was very patient and could tolerate their stupid talking, though in the eyes of Sun Xiaomeng, Long Xian was just being polite. 
After a while, their voices disappeared. They probably had left the clinic and went back  to the university for classes. 
Knock, knock! 
Someone was knocking at the door again. 
"Come in." 
Long Xian pushed open the door and stuck in her head, "Sister Xiaomeng, Wu Yue is here. I have brought her to the operating room." 
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." 
Sun Xiaomeng checked the calendar on her computer, and pulled a medical records file from the cubbyholes on her desk. She put it under one arm, walked out of the office quickly, made a right turn and then arrived at the operating room. 
"Hello, Doctor, I’m here to trouble you again." 
In the operating room was a middle-aged woman holding a flight case. She was dressed up elegantly, wearing a beige woolen coat that fit her well and a pale blue scarf that suited her temperament. She seemed well-educated from her behaviors and the way she talked. 
"Madam Wu, you are punctual as always." Sun Xiaomeng smiled at her cordially. Wu Yue was her long-term client, and she had been visiting her clinic every day recently. 
"I am very sorry to trouble you every day," said Wu Yue very politely. 
"What are you talking about? I’m just doing my job." Sun Xiaomeng had a very good impression of Wu Yue, not only because of her temperament and the way she talked, but also because of her decision. 
Sun Xiaomeng looked out the window, "It's a nice day today, but according to the weather forecast, tomorrow will be windy with temperature drops. Please keep warm and don't catch a cold." 
"Really? Thanks for reminding me. I will put on more clothes tomorrow." Wu Yue smiled gently. 
"Also, please keep Little White warm," Sun Xiaomeng reminded her. 
"Yes, absolutely." Wu Yue put the flight case in her hands on the ground and opened the case. She held up a Pekingese dog from the case. 
The Pekingese dog gazed at Sun Xiaomeng with its black-and-white eyes open wide, sticking its tongue out fawningly towards Sun Xiaomeng. It seemed quite perky. 
"Hello, Little White, how are you?" Sun Xiaomeng rubbed its chin and it barked twice. Little White enjoyed when she got close to it. 
Little White was a normal Pekingese dog that was wearing a pair of special shorts for dogs on its butt—this was quite normal, because many dog owners would put such shorts on their pets for many different reasons. For example, when the dogs were on their menstrual periods, or when the owners didn’t want their dogs to be sterilized nor did they want their dogs to get pregnant, or when their dogs were sick... 
Sun Xiaomeng held up Little White to the operating table, and Wu Yue put her hands on its body and touched it softly to stop it from moving. Little White was lying with its stomach on the table without moving or barking. Little White was not like this the first time it was here - it tried to run away a couple of times after seeing all the strange-looking tools and the cold stainless-steel operative instruments. 
Sun Xiaomeng opened the file and looked at Little White’s case. Though she could almost recite what was in there, she read through the file seriously out of respect to Wu Yue. 
"Is Little White’s diet schedule and bowel movements normal?" She put on the disposable rubber gloves and started the regular inquiry as diagnosis. 
"Yes, I totally follow the diet standard made by you," answered Wu Yue earnestly. Sun Xiaomeng formulated nutritional meals with ingredients precise to the unit of gram according to Little White’s age and weight. Little White seemed to be in good spirits recently, and it was probably due to Sun Xiaomeng’s nutritional menu. 
"Good to know." Sun Xiaomeng took out a small flashlight from the pocket of her white gown, turned it on and observed closely Little White’s eyes, nose, and ear canals. She then pinched its chin to observe its tongue and throat. 
She nodded towards Wu Yue, indicating everything was normal. 
Sun Xiaomeng took off the dog shorts worn by Little White. There was medical cotton and medical gauze circling Little White’s stomach and the binding was stabilized by medical tape. The furs around its stomach were shaved so short that its pink skin was visible. A bit of transparent plastic tube was sticking out from beneath the cotton. 
Wu Yue turned away her head. She couldn't bear to see it like this. 
Sun Xiaomeng took out Vaseline from the medicine cabinet and applied it on the anal thermometer to test the body temperature of Little White. 
Since they had been meeting every day, Little White felt very close to Sun Xiaomeng and almost treated her as its second owner. Though it shuddered a bit, it lay on the operating table still and didn't struggle or run away. 
Two minutes later, Sun Xiaomeng pulled out the anal thermometer and looked at the temperature indicated on it. 
"How is it?" Wu Yue asked anxiously. 
Sun Xiaomeng nodded towards Wu Yue again and smiled, "Its body temperature is normal. Little White is in good condition." 
Wu Yue exhaled one long breath, and relaxed for the first time since they met.


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