Reincarnated in the Marvel Universe, within the Spider fanfiction, loved that fanfiction

Its a fanfiction of a fanfiction while I read about fanfiction.

Just for fun, Might write more If i get into it.

(COMPLETED)

Sa isla ng Zambales nag-umpisa ang lahat.Si Damien Cadenza ay isang Landscape Photographer at siya ang tipo ng lalaking naniniwala tungkol sa tadhana. Habang kumukuha siya ng litrato ay nakita niya sa viewfinder ng camera niya ang isang babae.At siya si Caelian Joy Pangilinan, isang Tragic author at ang babaeng mahilig sa twist.

Pinagtagpo ang dalawang uri ng tao na iba ang paniniwala at parehong may mga masakit na nakaraan.


Will they take the chance to hold onto Destiny's Grasp?

Damien Cadenza is a Landscape Photographer while, Caelian Joy Pangilinan is a Tragic Author.

Two people who have the same passion to achieve their dreams. Two people who mourns to their painful past.

When love arrives, when problem strikes, and when hurt is at the corner.

Can they take the chance to hold onto destiny's grasp?

(All rights reserved by Shay C.)

There will be always be different kind of goals amount the people who takes missions, some was for money, others for fame, and others, almost all of them are greedy of something. But there are some that all they want is be strong, be someone worthy.
There is a balance between good and bad, in society is difficult to find good among the bad.
In the case of the royals only the top 6 families fight, and became stronger for protect what's theirs, the rest are greedy for money, fame, desire, hate, revenge, jealousy and even love.
But there always be exceptions to that kind of 'rules', Number 5 and Number 6 are two of them.
Back to the room where Team Leader Beth is resting, well, supposed to be resting. The room is simple, a bed besides the window, a desk with its comfortable chair, next to it the is a bookshelf, the floor is covered with a black rug and the walls are painted in white.
Beth was on the desk in front is a silver laptop, unknown logo, black keyboard, and white letters, and the screen of the laptop was playing different kinds of videos.
If the members could see what she was seeing, they'll be stunned, because it's the recording of each one of them during the mission.
One of the lowest rules of the academy for the ones doing a mission, is to wear, and never take off the sun glasses, or glasses for read, but in reality, is only when the Team Leader tell them to wear them. Each member is bound to the glasses, the reason… there is a mini camera 4K, for recording the actions of each member on the mission. But they only know that when they are Team Leaders or part of the fourth rank of the academy.
The thing is that this rule is only part of it, the other part is that only authorized people can watch the video recording, it needs a special account to access to them, and our Team Leader is one of them. This rule is only for the heirs of the Golden Royals, and the heads of the same. That's because they are the only ones who can approach and take them under their wing.
…
Meanwhile Beth is confirming each member, she took a notice of two exceptional seeds, worth growing.
Turning on her ear device.
"Report files of number 5 and number 6"
A few seconds later… The other side of the ear device:
"Number 5,
Name: Jordan Dimas.
Age 14.
Parents were killed by an enemy's company, a little sister of 12 years old, is still alive, but hostage by the uncle who wants the assets of the deceased parents.
Note: he has 4 years to grow stronger to protect the family's assets and rescue his little sister"
Another few seconds later…
"Number 6,
Name: Edmond Scott,
Age: 14,
Second son of Scott family, a Cooper Royal.
Two years ago, he was disowned and kick it out by the current Head of the family, Liam Scott.
Reason: his elder brother Osman Scott two years older, accuse him for molesting all the female servants of the mansion, and his father blamed the former for not live up to the family's name.
Note: he has 4 years to grow stronger and clear his name, making regret the decision of kick him out of the ancestral home"
Beth went silent for a couple of minutes. Then she spoke again.
"Transfer their files to my name, they'll be under my ban, and protect their files with classification S"
Classifications are: the lowest F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS and SSS as the highest
These are restrictions for missions or verification of the files of each member or student in the academy, only the six Golden Royals can have access to the S and above classifications.
"…"
The other side, Delta, was a little surprised, but this little Team Leader has qualifications for authorize it, and he knows it so, it didn't take long for him to do it.
"Roger…. Done"
"Thanks Phillip"
"No problem Little Lady"
Delta Phillip is one of many that are groomed by her Lockhart family, only they know who is she. And the reason they are compelled to take care of her.
Even if the Golden Royals hides their identity, their people know who, and where are they. That's more easily to protect them, and give them special resources just for them.
"By the way, if Osman Scott is the older one, what is his rank?"
"He's still stuck in the fifth rank, doing Raid missions, but all are A class"
This answer makes Beth frown.
"Qualifications of each mission?"
"All his missions have the qualification 'F' and he's Team Leader each time, since the beginning"
"Strange… Who is his mentor?"
Each member has to have a mentor from the Academy, each mentor can have up to 15 disciples. But each member can only have mentor when they finish their year of doing low missions
"… Viewfinder Nadal…" *
Beth got in a daze…
"Mediocre master, mediocre disciple"
Viewfinder is high level in the fifth ranks, they are supposed to be only a year doing missions, then they can be part of the Raid the middle level, that they are missions at big scale, and the highest level on the rank are the viewfinder they only need three years to climb the fourth rank, but Viewfinder Nadal has been in the same level in the past 5 years, arrogant, selfish and lax woman, being the reasons why she hasn't climb ranks.
"Get me the evidence for viewfinder Nadal, I want to deal once and for all of that woman, she is making use of her power to make mediocre people to advance"
"Only my name can access to their files so, evidence for the little sister of number 5, and how could Osman Scott accuse his younger brother"
"Roger"
"Also, put their names under my family's, I will adopt them but they will keep their same last name, they can become the heir in a later date"
"Roger"
And this is the start of the two aces, right-hand man and left-hand man from the….
***Ups, I would not do it… it will be more spoiler if I said more***
"Also, send me the detailed files of number 10"
Seconds later...
"Done"
...

Elizabeth Lockhart has grown up under strict training, doing all kinds of missions. She got engaged to the child with beautiful sky-blue eyes, Vincent Greenwood.
They didn't meet each other often, and when they meet and want to be together, is too late... 
She died in his arms, but when she opened her eyes once again, she was in her room...10 years before her death.

***
He doesn't want to waste too much time, "Our wedding will be on your 21st birthday."
She agrees with it, but... "Isn't in eight months? Don't you think that the time is too short?"
He looks at her eagerly, with passion, "Not at all, I need my wedding night!"
Poor him, he has been celibate for... only he knows how long...

After so many hardships, waiting for their family reunion, they can hold their wedding.

He must have the wedding night that he has longed for... "I must keep my promise!"

She will make it possible for their wedding to take place. "Nothing must happen this day." She said to herself as she saw the beautiful, golden-eyed lady in front of the mirror.

Everyone around them, "What's the rush to get married?"

They both answer in unison, "We've already lost ten years without being together."

Could they have a peaceful wedding despite so many enemies around? 
How long will it take them to reach the aisle? 

>>>>

*Author Notes:
This is my first novel. Hope that is to your liking! English is not my main language. (づ￣ ³￣)づ
The Editions for grammatical mistakes are ongoing... 

>>>The purpose of volume 1 is to get a better understanding of certain characters who will assist our FL and ML in the future.
Because the rebirth story starts in volume 2, you can skip volume 1 and go straight into chapter 24.

And thanks for reading! 
*Any resemblance with places, names, and others to reality is pure coincidence.*

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After killing the Viewfinder, the man with glasses turned to look at the empty section of space in front of them, right where the planet was hiding. However, he couldn't feel anything there.
"Aren't you going to absorb her?.. Plenty of nutrients in a spawn of Destiny." Said a young and serious-looking young man in leather armor, who carried a decorative spear made of simple steel and wood strapped to his back. He was looking at what was left of the Viewfinder with what someone could mistake as hunger.
The man in glasses shook his head, then said, "Let her come back. You can have her after we take the legacy."
As soon as the man with glasses finished speaking, the woman in skimpy clothes placed her right hand onto her side, and said, "Speaking of which, why can't I feel it? It has been three months since we have lost traces of it.. Is his lordship really dead?"
"The little spawn of Destiny would not dare lie to us." Said the man in glasses with a calm and composed tone. Soon after, his lips curved into a smile, and he added, "If there is something we can be sure of, is that that bastard would have never kicked the bucket without leaving behind the rest of his lifework. Thinking of us murdering each other for it, that is a plus. He must have died with a smile on his face."
From behind came the loud laugh of the muscular man in the tanktop, "haha, but he was right, wasn't he?" he asked, already aware of what would happen the very moment their eyes would land on the person who was holding the missing step of their cultivation. The step that would elevate them from being servants to a tyrannical god, to the state of the Murderous God itself.
The blood cultivator with glasses ignored the question of his muscular companion, and instead, he once again removed his glasses. His hazel-colored irises, black pupils, and white scleras quickly changed into red, charging with the blood essence contained in his body. Once identical in color to fresh blood, this film of concentrated blood essence separated from his eyes, and shot out in the distance.
This film was similar to the one he had used to kill the Viewfinder, but instead of being a net big enough to kill a single person, it quickly expanded to a point where it could split a planet as big as a star into rows of cleanly cut and identical squares.
The moment Nova saw this net, he activated one of the functions of the spatial formation. 
The space contained in the formation began to stretch and curve, until finally, when the net reached the planet, the side that was closer to it had become narrow enough to go in between threads of blood. The narrow part of the planet followed the path of the net, turning the planet into what would appear like a very exaggerated hourglass, and ended the moment the net passed it completely, changing the planet back into its original round shape.
Nova had already guessed that this attack was nothing but an attempt to force them out of their hiding spot, but right when he started to think that they might have avoided the trouble, the man in glasses showed an amused smile, and put his glasses back on.
Before Nova could realize it, the immense net that had moved past them not only had stopped its original motion and was coming back, but while maintaining its grate-like pattern, it had started to spin at a speed that turned it into a pink dish.
When this spinning plate touched Daniel's planet, it came in conflict with the defensive measures of its spatial formation, which in need of all of the power emanated by the artifact, redirected the sustainment required to keep up the spatial shield that made the planet completely invisible, into reinforcing its defences. This forced the planet to  appear in all of its splendor, right in front of these six cultivators, and the recovering Viewfinder.
"There they are.." Said a girl in her early teens, dressed in the kind of formal clothes that only a member of an imperial family would wear. However, in her tone, just like on the faces of all of her companions, there was no happiness. The reason for that was that while they had found something, they still couldn't see or feel the presence of their legacy.
Just when the failsafe ability of the Viewfinder's system completed its job and brought its wielder back to life, the skimpily dressed woman turned to look at her with an expression filled with irritation, and asked, "Where is he? You said he would be here!!" 
Terrified, the Viewfinder lowered her eyes and said while stuttering, "H-He is h-here.. I am s-s-sure of it.." In her mind there was nothing but regret. In hope to recover her artifact, she had used her system to create a mission that could allow her to find Daniel. This mission had tasked her with forming an alliance with these blood cultivators, bringing them to Daniel's general position, and using their power to kill him.
What she was not aware of, was how little these individuals would care about the life of others. Even those who helped them were nothing but little dots in the tapestry of their lives, which they would not think twice about erasing the moment they would stop being useful. A hasty feeling of irritation had already cost her a life, and now that she had witnessed their power, she knew that she had put herself in between the rock and a hard place.
Now that one of these moody cultivators was looking at her with anger, she felt her life slip away, just like someone who would witness his death approach when free falling onto a rocky wall. However, for how close she had felt it, her death never arrived. Instead, the attention of the blood cultivators was taken away by a pair of immense green eyes, which appeared in their sight right before the lights went out, and they found themselves living random memories of their past.
This trick did not work long, as opposed to the Murderous God, these cultivators were the ones sent by him as the generals of an army whose only purpose had been, for millions of years, to exterminate any form of cultivator that would refuse to submit, or join the multidimensional domain of the blood sect. In millions of years spent campaigning against mysterious forces, there wasn't a single one of them that did not have experience against mental attacks, so when they encountered one, it was just as easy for them to come back to their senses, as it had been for their late lord.
When they opened their eyes, however, the starlight that delivered the images of the faraway stars had disappeared, and around them, was nothing but darkness.
"What trick is this?" Asked the young girl in royal clothes right before looking down, and finally noticing that underneath them, instead of the infinite dark expanse they had seen ahead, lay a discolored pink surface, which became grey in the middle.
After noticing the rosy pavement, they looked in the distance, and in the darkness of their surroundings, recognized the silhouette of what appeared to be a white and smooth mountain chain that surrounded them like an immense prison.
The blood cultivators put two and two together, and realized inside what they were currently trapped, but before they could react, a blinding blue light started to shine against their backs, increasing in intensity by the moment, and carrying a heath that from the distance, would be able to vaporize the body of any low level cultivator in the universe, leaving nothing but the memory of them.
The nature of this light was quickly revealed to be a wave of blue flames, which brightened the area, showing the inside of Xargy's immense mouth. This wave engulfed them, consequently trying to find a way out of his mouth by rushing towards the openings in between his teeth, but of the end of this wave, no trace could be seen yet.
After more than a minute, Xargy ran out of the combustible gases and liquids produced by his lungs, so just as he was about to stop, he opened his mouth, and allowed his flames to push anything that was inside his mouth out, and into space.
The blue flames were the last power Xargy had obtained. They were the hottest flames of the draconic kin, and at his level of power, they could outperform any fire construct that a normal cultivator would be able to create. This had been the first time he had used them, so as he stabilized his breathing, he looked at the result with curiosity.
The flames of destruction would burn anything that existed in nature, with an exception made for superior elements like space and time. This was the reason why the flames kept expanding in space like gigantic nuclear mushrooms before finally disappearing.
When the light produced by the flames disappeared, Xargy, as well as the others who had joined him after he had turned back to his human size, quickly noticed the figures of the six cultivators. All of them were covered in injuries of varying seriousness, and yet, none of these injuries were caused by his flames.
Xargy swallowed with difficulty as he realized that, not only had his flames failed to injure these six cultivators, but they posed such a low level of threat, that they had used their incapacitating abilities to attack one another, and gain an advantage for when they would be competing for the legacy of the Murderous God.
What Daniel and his companions did not know, was that there was a limitation that would be placed on the cultivators that would visit an aware and ownerless dimension. This limitation had been placed by the kin of the aspects of existence, so that they could stop their immensely powerful champions from stomping the weaker dimensions into submission in a matter of days.
The existence of this limitation was part of the reason why the Murderous God had taken such a liking into Edmund, whom he believed he would be able to use to travel between dimensions without having to suffer the limitations.
Unfortunately, the presence of a limitation, at the moment, was of no use to Daniel's group. After all, each of these blood cultivators possessed, just like the murderous god whom they had faced, a cultivation that went far beyond that of the limitation, and therefore, each of them was in no way weaker than the person they had barely managed to kill.
"You are nasty as always.." Said the woman in skimpy clothes to the man with glasses. On her face was an amused expression, which was strange to see since both of her legs were missing, cleanly cut off at the height of the knee, and already replaced by two new ones made completely out of blood essence, which signified the beginning of her recovery. The man with glasses was not faring any better. His fancy clothes were covered in holes, from which small beads of blood floated out like confetti.
The rest of the blood cultivators were in similar situations, and had barely managed to infer some damage before being damaged themselves. They stared at one another as if ready to go for another round.
After a moment of silence, the girl in regal clothes, whose chest had been slashed by what appeared like the claws of an animal, said, "Shouldn't we do this after we get the legacy? We don't even know if it's here."
By the time the young girl had finished speaking, the majority of the injuries present on their bodies had healed. "Very well." Said the man with glasses before turning to look at the figures of Xargy, Edmund, Nova, Sewah, Aeron, and Jerigh. "He better be here.. Since our guide is gone." he then added after finally noticing that the Viewfinder that was standing a few meters from their previous position, had been vaporized by the blue flames of the dragon.


What would you do if you could control and use your Karma?

What if your actions could be repaid right away?

Not an obscure and distant promise anymore.

Follow Daniel's story as he uses his karmic system to cultivate, cheat, gain and become a sovereign in his world.. and beyond.

Birdsong can be heard as a little boy, lying right next to a tree, awoke. He opened his eyes and got up, touching his head to find a bump.

[Initialization of the system... System successfully linked to the heart of the host. Please start your first invocation by invoking the invocation tab]

I heard a voice in my head quite neutral, without feeling telling me to invoke something. I then thought of all these novels of summoning system and I quickly became joyful, no longer thinking about my situation in this forest.

[Before entities can be invoked, please provide essential information:

Name:

Honorary:

Country name:

This information is required in order to summon troops]

I've been thinking for quite a while until I find a good name

Name: Ash

Honorary Title: Emperor

Country Name: Shadow Empire

[Complete information designation, invocations of current entities... Entities invoked and ready to be used]

Black smoke billed before me and a dozen soldiers resembling U.S. Marines came out of the smoke. They are all equipped with M4A4 with holographic viewfinder, including 2 with grenade launchers, a Glock with red dot viewfinder and some fragmentation and flash grenades.

As for their outfit, they are identical to the marines, helmet with a module to hang thermal glasses, a vest with a lot of pockets as well as pants and shoes all in sand color.

"We salute the Emperor" The soldiers spoke immediately, bowing their heads. I looked at my invocations for a few more minutes before I thought of anything. These soldiers look too much like the Marines, how the differentiated...

[You can change any cosmetic detail of your invocations, including the color of the equipment]

So he also reads my thoughts, good to know his... I changed the color of my soldiers' equipment to pure black and put their eyes in red, each soldier will have their eyes in red to instill fear in the enemy!

"System, can I change myself?"

[Yes, but you are extremely limited on the changes made to your body. You can't change your appearance by more than 10%]

I was a little disappointed at first, turning my eyes into dark red, and my hair black. I then put a plan in my head, created an army to conquer the world! And to help me, unlimited invocations

[You just have a free summons, to unlock other summonses, you have to perform missions]

"Ah, plan change, what mission should I do?"

[Beginner mission:

Mission 1: Melt a Modern City. Built city: 0/1. Reward: 2 invocations, 1 item

Mission 2: Gather information about the world around you. Information collected: 0/200. Reward: 5 invocations, 2 item

Mission 3: Become a soldier. Take training with the "instructor" tab in the system. Training "instructor" followed: 0/10. Reward:???

Beware, some mission can put you in danger]

Hmmm, I'll start by collecting info, it's simple its! I climbed on a big rock next door and turned to the soldiers who were the same size as myself on the rock.

"Listen soldier! You don't have anything to defend as a house at the moment, but that's going to change! I want you to collect information about this unknown world so that you can build something to protect!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

An adult dies and is reincarnated in the body of a child with a system with the possibility of creating an overpowering country. Thinking he's on another world, what happens when he finds out he's still on Earth?

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Day Dreams are make-belief.
 
I always disagree.
 
I travel this world of discrepancies.
 
Eyes watching for someone weak.
 
They all want someone to use.
 
They all want someone to abuse.
 
Viewfinder on me.
 
This is why I disagree.

    Kevin Thomas was really frightened. He had more psychological warfare from Ye Wei and more professional and efficient lawyers from Salton. The matter progressed very quickly. On this evening, the two parties were drafting the agreement. The words were signed, and Kevin Thomas was killed. 

    20% of the shares were transferred by US$1, and Ye Haogen's $500,000 was reimbursed, the resignation, the dividend terms of the "marriage period" were cancelled, and other investors were notified... The 

    image is a limited partnership. In short, the company has Two kinds of partners, one is a limited partner, provide funds, bear limited liability, the loss will not exceed its investment amount, but there is no power to manage the company affairs; the other is the general partner, who has the management right. 

    The original share structure of the company is like this: Ye Haogen, who originally invested 1.5 million, holds 55% of the shares, Kevin Thomas takes 20% of the shares, and the other five limited partners have invested 500,000. 100,000 people, each accounting for 5% of the company's shares. 

    Later, Ye Haogen once again made a capital injection of 300,000 yuan. As a distribution fee for the film, the company's shares changed, becoming 58%, 20%, and 4. 4% each. 

    Now, there is only one general partner left, it is Ye Haogen who holds 78% of the shares, so the next step of "Marriage is coming" depends entirely on the meaning of Ye Family, or the meaning of Ye Wei. . 

    After two days of change, Ye Haogen and Gu Qiao understood that his son really changed and changed in a good direction, and he said that he "has always been a hidden genius, but it is necessary to reveal it now" The two were dubious, but they were always very pleased. 

    They are willing to listen to their son's ideas. In fact, as early as when planning last night, they have already talked about it. 

    In addition to the compensation, there are still about 100,000 left in the company's account, and the funds to be used for the issuance are their previous capital injections. 

    Ye Wei wants to terminate all the issuance of "Wedding is coming", like the stop loss of stock trading, the self-funded screenings of the three theaters are all cancelled. Although the money for copying money, posters and other promotional expenses have already been spent, they have to compensate for some liquidated damages, but they can take Back to more than 20,000, but also maintain a film-like reputation.

    In this case, a total of more than 600,000 can be recovered, of which 500,000 are their private accounts, and the family will not be so tight, and they can slowly repay the 1.5 million debts. 

    As for how to clean up the mess of "Wedding is coming", Ye Wei also had an idea. 

    "We don't think about selling copyrights. There isn't an attractive star in its staff. The quality is too bad, so we can't sell any money. If you sell it, it's too bad. We can find it based on the existing lens material. A market position that is more suitable for it, re-editing, maybe also need to make up some shots, add some dialogue, re-sort, make a version as good as possible, and then participate in those festivals that don't cost money, start Famous, sell a good price. You know, I don't mind taking over these things." The 

    night is dark, bright and spacious Yejia Hall, Ye Wei is telling his parents about his plans. 

    Because I just played a big victory, although the road ahead is still very difficult, the atmosphere is quite peaceful, and although the fire of hope is swaying, it has not been extinguished. 

    "In fact, I have been studying movies for a long time, and I am capable of this task." Ye Wei said very confidently. This is not a bragging. The teaching of the University of South Africa is really not covered. 

    Ye Haogen and Gu Qiao have the same wow, showing a helpless smile, believe it, or do not believe it? The son really does learn everything, but everything is three minutes hot, it seems that there is no ability to ... and he is still only a child under the age of 16. 

    "You give me peace of mind to go to school, the company's affairs are handled by me and your father." Gu Qiao made a reasonable decision. 

    "Yes." Ye Haogen nodded and agreed. 

    Ye Wei wrinkled his brows. He already had a good plan for how to reproduce the "Weekly Coming". "In fact, I wonder if I want to drop out of school..." 

    "No, of course not!" Ye Haogen, Gu Qiao was shocked and almost jumped up and dropped out of school! ? What is the difference between this and suicide?

    They felt that they heard him say, "I want to ruin myself, because you are a junk parent who can't afford to study for children and can't raise a family." The growth education of children is more important than their lives! Traditional thinking, everything is good, go to school, must go to school! 

    Even if he is a genius, he also gets the school. It is not just learning the textbook knowledge! Like his age, he should enjoy his youth on campus, play with friends, pursue girls... and go to college! How can they let their son live a life without going to college... 

    "Only!" Ye Haogen was very excited and excited. "You must not think so! Dad, mother will get the problem of money, you just go to school, you must Don't..." 

    His face was ugly, Gu Qiao didn't notice because he was in a hurry. "Yes, your father is right, you have to go back to school tomorrow!" 

    "Dad, mom, calm, I am just joking." Ye Wei said quickly, he was scared when he saw his father's emotions. "Just kidding!" The 

    couple suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, jokes, just jokes... 

    Ye Wei smiled and did not insist on this idea. Can he still understand his parents' wishes? If he does not wear a bachelor's suit and throws a bachelor's hat, they will not be happy forever. And he also wants to go to school, just saying that the family is the most important, for the happiness of the family, if necessary, he can give up everything. 

    But now it is not that level, he seriously said: "I will go to school, I will also be busy with the movie, I can handle it at the same time." 

    "You still said." Gu Qiao gave him a look, "Those debts." You don't have to worry, it's okay, my mother also goes out to work, and I look for a cheaper nursery." 

    Hearing this, Ye Weixin suddenly showed a scene, which is the face of the dream mother's overworked illness. He hurriedly said: "Mom, what kind of nursery can't give mother's love, blossoming needs your care! Believe me, I can solve those debts." 

    "Don't say anything, now, I can support alone. It's okay to stay in the clinic more than one day." Ye Haogen interrupted the two and his attitude was very determined.

    Ye Wei nodded silently and did not argue with his father for the time being. Gu Qiao squinted silently, not knowing what to think. 

    "There is one more thing..." Ye Haogen hesitated for a while, or said: "But I want to leave a theater and continue to issue "Wedding is coming" on Friday." 

    His look is complicated, both shy and shining. A different kind of look, "I saw this movie on the big screen in the theater. I hope this time is too long... although 99% will lose money, but... Joe, can you understand me? " 

    Ye Wei nodded heavily and certainly understood that this is Dad's dream." 

    "I hope for too long... And, we have already invited a lot of relatives and friends to go to the party, everyone is looking forward to it, and we can't suddenly cancel it..." 

    "Yes." Gu Qiao shook her husband's hand. A gentle smile said: "Yes, leave a theater, or there will be regrets." 

    Ye Wei looked at his parents, his mother just wanted to dream, and Dad seemed to have a little more hope for a miracle, the film's Good or bad to the big screen decision? Alright alright. He nodded and said: "Leave a family and spend money to realize your wishes." 

    "Well, thank you..." Ye Haogen showed a bitter smile, his heart muttered: "Son, I only hope that you can be proud of me." 

    The three people talked for a while and ended the talks. Ye Wei was severely ordered to return to school tomorrow. He had been absent from school for a day and a half. 

    Learning to do, other things have to be done. Ye Wei keeps this thought, and it is not enough to reproduce "Marriage is coming". I hope that its remastered version can sell 1 million. It is better to think about whether there are other opportunities... 

    Go back to his room, he glances Around, the wide room is very crowded, the wall is covered with movies, beautiful women, stars and other posters, filled with things, comics and books in a cabinet, soldiers, cowboy Woody, Buzz Lightyear, There are countless toys such as panda dolls, and there are 1:1 R2-D2 and C-3po robots in the corner.

    Look again, Chinese swords, air guns, nunchakus, sandbags, football, basketball, Playboy magazine, computers, guitars, drawing boards, DV cameras, DVDs, astronomical telescopes, biological microscopes, amber fossils, volcano models, globes, Spaceship... The Blackstone of 2001: Space Roaming, 1:1! 

    There are still a lot of things that make him feel messy and bizarre. For example, the one wire has a black box of "sense sensor", and the AA battery is installed. The black box can receive other people's brain waves, and then pass Telekinesis is transmitted to the brain of the electric shocker to achieve telepathy. 

    The most outrageous is not that he was beaten by electricity except for the screams. Even Toto couldn't feel anything, but it cost $2,000 to buy in the flea market. 

    These things have witnessed his three-minute heat and the previous defeat! 

    "Fortunately, I have already quit." Ye Weizhen, his eyes finally stopped on an item hanging on the wall. It was the 10th birthday gift that Dad gave him: the director's viewfinder. 

    filming? His mind was moving, and this idea could no longer be recovered. "I am a professional college graduate. Even if I let me direct a script, there is no problem!" 

    He walked over and took the director's viewfinder, heartbeat. Soon, this is not a daydream. Spielberg used Super 8 to shoot a feature film when he was 16 years old. When it comes to short films, this big director started at 11 years old! 

    Tim Burton is 13 years old, Peter Jackson is 16 years old, Martin Scorsese is 17 years old, Sam Remy is 18 years old, and Oxon Wells is 19 years old! 

    There are still many people who have been confused in the film industry when they were younger. As I am now, I can't shoot TV commercials or corporate videos... 

    Why can't it be me? 

    I have so many advantages with his female horse! 

    A bad movie is the source of all problems, and a good movie can solve all problems.

    "Yes, that's right." Ye Wei thought, nodding his head, the more he wanted to be more ambitious, that's it! This is what he has to do! 

    He squinted and looked around with the viewfinder, everything became like a screen, and it was fun to see the world through the lens! 

    At this time, there was a brisk walk into the room, but it was Toto. It came here, shaking his tail, and his round eyes looked at him. 

    "Hey, man." Ye Wei looked at it with the viewfinder. It looked at his head with pity. He smiled. "Yes, something happened at home, but OK, everything will be fine. You said me. How about making a movie? Correct, great idea! We can first notice if there is any good opportunity in the industry recently. Anyway, we are busy, "We will be released on Friday," and I will have it tomorrow. Going to school. What are you thinking about, nonsense? Haha, yes, nonsense!" 

    He sat down on the floor, stroking Toto's head, and smiled: "Man, five hours of squid, I think it's a headache. ... would it be fun?"

Some people say that he is a young genius, and some people say that he is an arrogant fool. Some people say that he is a playboy, and some people say that he is a peerless man... The 
    film critics love him, the fans are crazy for him, the female stars want to approach him, the theater owners are more like him as God... look at his The list of works, both Oscar-level literary classics and phenomena-level commercial writing, he always leads the trend of the film. 
    A Chinese-American devotee who studied in Harvard West Lake Middle School, wakes up in time and embarks on a glorious thorn road to save his family and pursue his dreams. 
    Ye Wei, a film master is on the rise.

Eduard Grau stood in front of the viewfinder, glanced at it absentmindedly, and then said perfunctorily, "No more questions."


Alex Villagrasa has been busy for a full forty-five minutes for such a light effect, and seeing such a perfunctory reply from Eduard, he immediately smashed the microphone sponge in his hand in dissatisfaction, "Stupid pig, if you continue to wander off, I'll just kick your ass! After the lighter is lit, can you see the face clearly?"


According to the design, the first light source Paul used after he came to his senses in the coffin was a lighter. Generally speaking, the lighting range of a lighter is very limited, especially in absolute darkness; but this is a film, if the light is not bright enough not only would it affect the viewing experience, but also affect the performance of the actors, "Buried" was not "The Blair Witch Project" as it was not a work that tried to create a sense of realism, so it needed enough light to present the details of the performance.


So, Alex being responsible for visual effects, sound and lighting, was adjusting the size of the lighter flame, testing the brightness of the light source, and through the hidden reflector he tried to achieve the effect of gathering light; Eduard, as the cameraman, must check everything from the perspective of photography to test the effect.


Eduard retracted his gaze and concentrated on the viewfinder and then switched between two different angles to show his professionalism, "No more problems. However, for the close-up, the angle of the reflector needs to be readjusted so that the lens can see the reflector when shot from the side."


Alex also walked to the viewfinder and changed the angle to confirm it. Standing up straight, Alex saw Eduard's eyes drifting to the side again. He was a bit helpless, "What is up with you? We are only freelancers, just cooperating on a project. He is an Englishman and will probably not come to Spain to film in the future, so we will not cross paths in the future."


Not far away, Renly quietly sat on top of a pile of wood, heads down, carefully reading the script. His habit of reading the script was very strange, not reciting lines, nor browsing the plot. His eyes always stayed on a single page of the script, people giving him a glance might think he was lost in thought, not in reading the script. On a closer look though, you could detect that he was repeatedly reading the same paragraph, and then diving deep into some thought process.


To look at it optimistically, it was commitment; to look at it cynically, it was nervousness.


"Do you think he is pretending, or is he the real deal?" Eduard finally didn't hold back as he lowered his voice to discuss with Alex. However, without waiting for Alex to answer, Eduard spoke out instead, "I think it must be putting on airs. He looks like a high school graduate at most. How can he have any strength? I really don't know what's wrong with Rodrigo, how come he picked such an actor, could it be that he has slept with Rodrigo?"


Facing Eduard's provocation, Alex knew that he was still holding on to the recent embarrassment - Eduard was the big boy with curly hair just now.


In fact, Eduard's joke in itself was nothing. If it was the kind of face-to-face banter between men, even if it were more vulgar and spiteful, it would've been okay. Not only will it not destroy the relationships but also become something to talk and joke about; but if it was badmouthing done behind the back that was spotted right there, it would only lead to embarrassment and shame, really letting people down.


No one expected that Renly's Spanish would be so good, it's like cursing in Chinese abroad and suddenly realizing that the other person's Chinese is as good as his own. That would be really embarrassing.


Eduard was a little annoyed, but Alex did not want to get involved in this mess.


The entire crew of "Buried" consisted of only eight people: a cameraman, a special effects artist, a director's assistant, a make-up artist, and a crew member. Then add a director, a screenwriter and an actor - only eight people. In addition to the core three creators, Alex and Eduard were just freelancers. They were not any reputable professionals, but just people on the fringe who had done some self-study.


As he said, they were hired to shoot "Buried". After the end of the shooting, they would go their own way, so there was no need to be scheming.


"We'll know the result when we start shooting soon, won't we? Whether he is a king in the rags or pauper in the robes. "Alex shrugged his shoulders and said with carelessness.


Honestly, leaving aside Eduard's personal grudge, Alex was actually a little curious about what this Renly Hall was all about.


Objectively speaking, Renly looked nothing like a high school student, he was wearing a beard, neatly trimmed scruff added a touch of vicissitudes and maturity, deliberately unkempt golden brown curls felt like they were several days without being washed, messy and greasy. The only that really stood out was his eyes, bright as the stars, shining with vigor and vitality. Though such brilliance couldn't possibly be on someone thirtyish, but if he was told that Renly was twenty-five/ twenty-six years old, Alex was willing to believe.


But even so, if he wanted to play the role of Paul Conroy, it would definitely not be an easy task.


He appeared ... seemingly without any aggressiveness, not that it was bad, but it was less of the usual kind of unstoppable sharpness most good actors had about them - of course, the moment of giving a spanking to Eduard was an exception.


After the greeting, he did not continue to pursue Eduard's fault; but he also didn't take advantage of the circumstance to try to defuse the awkwardness of after-fight, as he just sat alone next to the scene to study the script.

The crew was preparing for the shoot, and an hour had passed. He sat there for the whole duration of the hour, without perceiving any disturbance from the surrounding atmosphere, and without moving his position at all. Was he a sociopath?


Eduard could not anticipate what would happen after Renly is put in the shooting, nor could he anticipate what the performance presented by Renly would look like. Deep inside, he also had some vague expectations.


"Humph, let's wait and see then." Eduard clicked his tongue, still wanting to say some harsh words, but finally stopped talking, turned his head and just busied himself with the work.


Mónica Alarcón stood in front of Renly and waved her hand politely, trying to get Renly's attention but failing to do so. Renly was still concentrated on the script in his hands, as if he didn't even realize that someone had appeared in front of him, so she had to call him out, "Sir, sir?"


Only then did Renly look up. His eyes swept blankly and somewhat sluggishly focused on Mónica, his eyes showing uncomprehending doubts. Mónica raised the makeup bag she was holding, "I'm here to do your makeup. We need to cover up these handsome cheeks of yours." She joked in a flirtatious tone.


Renly held up the script in his hand, "I'll be reading the script and won't interfere with your work." And then, Renly sat up straight, lifting the script slightly, pulling it away from him, so that he could reveal his face and continue reading it at the same time.


Mónica froze, her joke actually fell flat, which made her a little flummoxed. She could only gather up her emotions and then busy herself, concentrating on the makeup work.


Paul Conroy's makeup was not really difficult, because it was not beauty makeup, but makeup that was as close to real life as possible, makeup that really showed Renly's original face completely; or more accurately, dirty makeup, the one that showed Paul being in a wretched condition, sweaty and even greasy after he was kidnapped.


Mónica quickly finished her work, and then she kindly said, "It's done, you're ready for camera now!"


Renly put his hand down with the script. He nodded with an "OK" gesture and gave Mónica a light smile, "Thank you for your hard work. "


The smile with a tinge of sunshine made Mónica's heart somewhat warm, so she couldn't help but reply with a bright smile, "This is my job. I am very much looking forward to your next performance." Mónica said positively, but she didn't think that Renly's attention would immediately shift to the script again, so seemed to have no idea how to continue the conversation. It made her suddenly become embarrassed, her smile stiffened at the corners.


Staying in place for a few seconds, Mónica found that Renly had no intention of conversing any further, hence her ardour hit a big iceberg - she stood here for so long, not to mention her admiring eyes, but Renly did not even entertain the idea to look up. With the surge of embarrassment, Mónica suddenly dropped a sentence, "So good luck.", and then turned around and left in big strides.


Walking out a distance, Mónica could not help but stop and turn around again to look, only to find that Renly still did not have any reaction, completely immersed in the script. She could not help but stomp her feet, walking away in indignation.


"Buried"'s crew was not only smaller in size compared to "The Pacific", but the order on the set was also a bit chaotic, and the crew was not really familiar with the work, the efficiency was very low, and the organization and discipline of the freelancers was general to put it nicely. Fortunately, this was a small crew, its staff and the work to do was not really much, otherwise the complexity of the project would be hard to imagine.


Renly did not realize that within just one hour, he had become the target of the crew, inadvertently offending people left and right. Even if he knew, he did not have time to pay attention, because he had to devote himself to the role. He was not yet the acting master, so he couldn't enter the performance state at any time and anywhere. Before committing to the performance, he needed adequate preparation.


"Renly? Renly!" Rodrigo went up and called out three times in a row without getting a response, and finally had to swing his hand between Renly's eyes and the script to get a response, "You can start shooting."

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

ENGLISH NOT MY MOTHER LANGUAGE. YOU CAN READ IT WITH 'TRANSLATE' IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MY FANFIC. I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER. I FIND COVER BOOK IN LUSCIOUSDOTNET, TELL ME IF OWNER OF THAT COVER WANT ME TO DELETE IT. IF YOU DONT LIKE MY STORY, JUST LEAVE IT. ENJOY AND BEWARE!

Kouki jolted awake with a gasp. He then fell onto his backside as the vision came to an end. Frantically, he reached up to touch his head with both hands. Feeling no abnormalities or pain, the young man breathed out a sigh of relief before shifting his attention to survey his surrounding instead. 

He was currently alone within a room with lit lanterns on a long stand at each of the four corners. An unoccupied futon with the duvet flipped to one side was right in front of him and a small stuffed doll was lying on its side on top of the exposed futon. 

It was a stuffed doll with four pointed limbs and a big round head. The general facial features of the doll were sewn using black thread and a tuft of black hair was attached to the top of the doll's head. With all four limbs directed forward, the image of the doll when it was turned over on its stomach was fitting of its moniker, Hoko, which meant "Crawling Baby". Such doll was usually given as a protective charm to pregnant women in order to protect the mother and the unborn child. 

Staring at the once-white stuffed doll that was currently yellowish-brown in color, the memories that he had witnessed in the earlier vision came back to him. So, the woman in red kimono was confirmed to be Kaede, the mistress of the Aofuji. Having lost her parents at a young age, she was taken in by the Aofuji family and was raised to be the wife of Arata, who was the future head of the family at that time. 

From the flashbacks, Kaede seemed to have feelings for Makoto, but she wasn't fully aware of it herself. Nonetheless, she went along with the arranged marriage, believing that she would eventually find happiness with Arata as time passed. Unfortunately, she was never far from the reach of misfortune. 

After experiencing two miscarriages, the young woman was told that she was incapable of bearing children anymore. With the continuation of a family lineage being of the utmost importance in the past, especially for a distinguished family, childbearing was considered a woman's principal and sole significance in life, aside from the role of managing the household, which might be shared with the family head. 

In other words, for a woman to be barren would be the same as her having lost the worth of her existence. Therefore, Kouki could understand the reason for Kaede to be so anxious and her reluctance in telling Arata about it…even though Kouki didn't agree with her choice of bearing the secret on her own. After all, it was this decision of hers that had led her on the path to an unfortunate end.

Amidst the memories, Kouki had glimpsed on Kaede being in a place surrounded by black water and white mist. Kouki had no idea where was that and how Kaede got there, but it was after this incident that strange things started to happen to Kaede, such as the sudden loss of her memory regarding her second miscarriage and everything that followed after that. 

Even though Makoto had reminded her of her miscarriage, Kouki doubted that someone would tell Kaede about her barren state since she was the only person in the Aofuji family who knew about it. It was even more unlikely for her to recall it on her own since it was the memory that she wanted to forget about the most. Still, the loss of that memory should have been a good thing for the young woman as she could carry on her life unknowingly in bliss as she had wished. 

Even so, Kaede had still committed suicide in the end. 

Something had pushed her to take her own life and Kouki believed it had to do with the second time the young woman was seen at the place with the black water. Kouki wasn't certain how that place had affected Kaede, but it was certainly related to her odd condition. 

Speaking of that, the violent change in behavior that was mentioned by the female servant in her diary...Kouki didn't saw any of those moments in the vision of Kaede's past. In fact, from the moment when Kouki first encountered Kaede's spirit until the end of the vision that showed her past, Kouki had not seen the young woman flipped out at all. 

Since allowing someone to view your past would be equivalent to baring your soul to the person, Kouki was certain that Kaede didn't hide anything from him. She had shown him everything that she knew...which meant that she might not even be aware of her bouts of violence and abuse towards the female servant. 

Just when Kouki was mulling over this, he heard a very faint but constant buzzing sound, followed by a light vibration on his chest. Looking down, he noticed that the vibration was coming from the camera that was resting on his chest. As a matter of fact, when he lifted it and placed it close to his ear, he discovered that the buzzing sound was actually coming from the camera. He hadn't heard anything about this from his father regarding the camera. So, Kouki wasn't sure what to do in this situation.

The first thing he could think of was to lift the camera to his eye and looked through the viewfinder. Much to his surprise, Kouki noticed that the tubular filament at the top of the camera's viewfinder was giving out a noticeable blue glow. Moreover, the filament's blue glow and the buzzing sound that was emitted by the camera became weaker when he aimed the camera away from the futon. 

After focusing the camera closer towards the futon, the young man discovered that the camera was actually reacting to the Hoko doll on the futon as the capture circle at the center of the viewfinder was glowing bright blue when Kouki positioned the doll within its center. So, the young man pressed the shutter button without hesitation.

Immediately after that, the typical whirring sound of the film being processed within the camera was heard before a photo was ejected from the bottom of the camera. Kouki grasped the photo and held it still while waiting for the image to fully develop, which took less than a minute. However, instead of showing the Hoko doll on the futon, what was shown in the photo was a completely different image. 

In the photo, Kaede, who was dressed in her red kimono and with her hair let loose, was standing before the opened window at the long corridor. The photo's angle seemed to have been taken from a distance at Kaede's side profile and Kouki recognized the image as the scene of the moment when Kaede was going to commit suicide. 

However, the most disconcerting part of the photo was the appearance of another Kaede standing back-to-back with the one who was facing the opened window. Both women were exactly the same, except for their expressions. There was a sorrowful expression for the Kaede that was facing the opened window, while the other Kaede had a deep scowl on her face, as though she was furious about something. 

Looking at the photo, Kouki wondered about its implication. Two identical people with different expressions, the loss of unpleasant memories, sudden changes in behavior... Kouki had a suspicion of what Kaede's condition might be, but since he wasn't a medical professional and he hadn't personally witnessed her condition, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. With the photo kept within his satchel, the young man then stood up to his full height. 

Ever since he took a photo of the Hoko doll, his camera had stopped vibrating. It was also no longer emitting any buzzing sound. Even the capture circle and the filament of the viewfinder were no longer glowing bright blue when Kouki aimed the camera at the doll again. This was an astonishing discovery for Kouki as he never knew that the Camera Obscura was capable of revealing clues to him in this manner. 

It made him wondered if there was anything else that he wasn't aware of regarding the camera's capabilities. Although it was an exciting prospect, he wasn't in a hurry to probe into the camera's ability. If it was truly necessary, he believed that he would eventually discover it when the situation calls for it.

With a glance around the room, Kouki then started searching through the drawer and chests in the Japanese-styled room, but he couldn't find anything useful or any other clues. So, he left the room after taking out the flashlight from his satchel and turning it on. Once he stepped out into the corridor, he was greeted by a draft to his face, which carried a lingering woman's voice.

"Makoto..."

Following the direction of the voice, Kouki saw a semi-transparent silhouette of a long-haired Kaede in her red kimono standing in front of the door that was across from him at the end of the corridor. After placing a hand on the door, the silhouette disappeared. Curious, Kouki went to the door and tried to open it, but he found that it was locked from the inside. 

It was then that Kouki felt the Camera Obscura vibrating once again as it gave out a buzzing sound. Knowing what it meant this time, the young man raised the camera and aimed it towards the locked door. As expected, the filament at the top of the viewfinder was glowing a similarly bright blue color as the capture circle that was focused on the door. After pressing the shutter button and holding the ejected photo for a while, Kouki examined the developed photo.

The photo was showing a room that Kouki had never seen before and it seemed to have been taken from a corner of that unknown room. Within the photo, there was three rows of wooden tablets being displayed at different height levels on long tables that were covered with black cloths. There were burning white candles at both ends of the long tables and a smaller table with candlesticks and other objects were placed before the long tables near to the center. In conclusion, the photo seemed to show an altar room.

Considering that the photo came from taking a picture of the locked door, Kouki assumed that the clue to unlocking the door would be to go to that altar room. Since the altar room was at a place that Kouki hadn't explored yet, there was only two places that he could think of being unexplored within the mansion, excluding the locked door before him. 

One was the locked door at the guest-receiving room and the other was the door before the staircase that he had climbed to reach the second floor. As he hadn't found the key for the locked door at the guest-receiving room, he could only try the door before the staircase. 

When he was about to walk away from the door, Kouki noticed a slip of paper under the locked door's slit. He was sure it wasn't there just now. Picking up the paper, there was only one line of words written on it.

Find the key in the drawer next to the staircase.

Kouki stared back at the locked door. There was someone inside, who was trying to help him. The young man wondered if he should try calling out to the person beyond the door, but after a moment of thought, he decided not to do so. After all, he had nothing else to say. Even if there was anything he wanted to ask, he would say it face-to-face to the person inside when he had unlocked the door.

Turning away from the door, Kouki retraced his way back to the staircase without encountering anything unusual. As he stood at the top of the staircase with his hand gripping the handrail, he suddenly saw Makoto's body laying at the bottom of the stairs. However, it was gone right after he had blinked his eyes, which made him wondered if he had merely imagined it. 

Truth be told, Kouki was still unsettled by the incident regarding Makoto's fall from the stairs. Although he had witnessed Kaede's memories, there was still so many uncertainties surrounding Arata's involvement in Makoto's death. Three individuals who shared a close bond. One was murdered, another committed suicide, while the last one's fate remained unknown. It was difficult to say if Arata had lived on until the downfall of the village or if he had passed away before that. Nevertheless, Kouki can't help but to wonder...

Is Arata afflicted with the same peculiar condition as Kaede?

Is that why Arata was acting strangely within the vision at the staircase?

Shaking those thoughts aside, the young man descended down the staircase. Once he was at the bottom, he followed the clue given by the note and went straight towards the dusty wooden drawer next to the staircase. After searching through the first two tiers of the drawer, Kouki eventually found the key with a hexagonal mark in the last tier. It was unlikely that the key was for the locked door on the second floor since the clue given for it was the altar room. So, the only locked door that he could try the key on would be the one in the guest-receiving room. 

Still, before going there, he decided to search through the stacks of tied-up long chests that was placed next to the drawer. At the end of his search, he found a folded paper, along with a long and thin steel stake, hidden within one of those chests. The stake and the folded paper don't seemed to belong in the chest. If anything, it was as though someone had hid the items there while in a hurry. 

Upon closer examination, Kouki found that the kanji of the word "Soul" was etched on the stake's blunt end, while the supposedly pointed end was jagged like a saw. Intrigued by the peculiarity of the stake, Kouki decided to keep it in his inventory. After keeping the stake in his satchel, Kouki then read through the folded paper.

Old Folded Paper: [Page 1/1] The duty of the sacred families is to protect the soul of the living, while bestowing peace to the souls of the deceased. As long as the sacred families continue to exist, the village's survival will be ensured. 

After reading the paper, Kouki folded it and put it inside his satchel. The sacred families … Are they the families with floral symbols on their entrance doors? Moreover, how does the continuity of the sacred families be related with the survival of the village? Well, at least, Kouki got to confirm that the downfall of the village did had something to do with these sacred families. 

After that, the young man made his way to the guest-receiving room by passing through the room with rubble and collapsed beams. Surprisingly, he didn't encounter any spirits on his way there. Even when he reached his destination, he was able to fit the key with the hexagonal mark into the locked door without any interruptions. 

A clear clicking sound was heard as Kouki turned the key in the lock. With a slight push, the wooden door had swung open with ease to reveal a storage room that contained an array of boxes and rope-bounded chests. The air was musty and there wasn't any light in the room, except for the illumination from his flashlight. Moreover, he found that everything in the room was covered by a thick gray layer of dust, as if the storage room had been neglected for a far longer time than any other parts of the mansion. 

Even so, Kouki felt drawn towards something inside the room and this feeling had persisted ever since he first entered the guest-receiving room. Guided by this feeling, Kouki entered the room while glancing at the stacked-up boxes. He eventually stopped in between two stacks of boxes that was taller than him. As he shone his flashlight at the thin gap between the stacks, the light had hit on something stark white. 

Since the stacks of boxes were too heavy to move aside on his own, Kouki had to squeeze his arm into the gap between the two stacks of boxes in order to retrieve the object. He struggled for quite a while due to the tight gap, but he eventually grabbed hold of the item and managed to pull it out of the gap for a close examination. 

It was actually a piece of white lacquered wood, but Kouki couldn't figure out what part of object did it came from. However, he was certain that this was the thing that had been drawing him into the room since a soothing energy was radiating out of it. Deeming it important, the young man kept it in his satchel. 

After massaging his sore arm for a while, Kouki then proceeded with checking the boxes that was accessible to him. He lifted the lids of some of these boxes to find that they were storing scrolls and old books. Most of the books and scrolls had been so deteriorated that they had crumbled into pieces upon Kouki's touch. It was only when he opened the rope-bounded chests that he managed to find some books that were in better condition for him to examine. 

The first book he read was an old black tome with the title on the cover already faded away. Even the pages inside were unintelligible, except for the few sentences on a yellowed page. The first sentence on the page had caught Kouki's attention as he remembered that it was the hint that Kizuna had told him before he entered the mansion.

Black Tome with Faded Title: The unchanging reflection of one's emotion is the embodiment of the Aofuji's sacred duty. The firstborn son who is bound to inherit the sacred duty from the head of the family must offer ———(The rest of the page was ineligible)

Kouki was rarely annoyed, but he can't help but to be irritated by the incomplete text on the yellowed page that had left his curious mind hanging in midair. What exactly is the meaning of the Aofuji's sacred duty and what did the firstborn son had to offer to inherit the duty? It seemed to be a piece of key information, but Kouki was unable to decipher the unintelligible writing regardless of how hard he tried since the faded writing was currently no different from the dust marks on the yellowed page. If only there was another well-preserved copy, but Kouki doubted that he will be so lucky as to find one in this dilapidated village that was more than a century old.

After putting the tome aside, Kouki then picked up a diary with blue wisteria cover. This diary was in the best condition among all the other books that Kouki had seen inside the storage room. As a matter of fact, it was odd that a diary, which was something that people frequently wrote on, would be kept in a place that was rarely searched. Unless, the owner no longer needs it. Even so, wouldn't you rather burn the diary than to risk for it to be found by someone one day, like Kouki did now? Putting these odd circumstances aside, Kouki flipped to the first written page of the diary. 

Diary with Blue Wisteria Cover: [Page 1/48] Arata-niisama had given me this book as a birthday gift. Before this, he had given me a magatama charm, which I am still carrying with me wherever I go. He always knew what I like, even though I had never spoken to him about it. He could even know what I am thinking at certain times. Arata-niisama is amazing. I wish I could be like him.

After reading the first page, Kouki was certain that this diary belonged to Makoto, the second young master of the Aofuji family and Arata's younger brother. Although Kouki didn't expect to find his diary in this storage room, he was glad that he did because this might provide him with information from Makoto's perspective. After all, he was one of the main characters who was involved with what happened to the Aofuji family.

After looking around the room and ensuring that he was alone, Kouki continued reading the pages of the diary.

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