Visual atau penglihatan itu mulai jadi penilaian seseorang tidak hanya dari penampilan tapi bentuk rupa juga masuk ke dalam kategori itu, dan itu juga di alami oleh Ferdi yang mempunyai bentuk rupa yang tidak disukai banyak orang atau sering disebut banyak orang dengan istilah jelek Ferdi yang ter lahir seperti itu tidak bisa menyalahkan siapa pun dia hanya bisa berkeluh kesah soal wajah yang dimilikinya tapi ada juga beberapa keberuntungan yang ia dapatkan dari wajah tersebut.
Kebalikan dari Ferdi, Gery justru mempunyai wajah yang disukai banyak orang atau istilahnya Tampan atau ganteng di masa sekolahnya dia sangat populer di kalangan para wanita bahkan sosial media nya sangat mempunyai banyak pengikut tapi di balik wajahnya tersebut dia juga punya banyak keluh kesah karena banyak disukai banyak orang. 
Ketika mereka beranjak dewasa mereka mulai di hadapkan dengan masa pubertas, mereka mulai ingin mencari pendamping hidup atau pujaan hati dan ini bukan hal mudah buat Ferdi dan tidak mudah juga untuk Gery banyak masalah yang mereka hadapi.

See the world through the eyes of our unnamed protagonist, who wakes up being subjected to the fate of a visual novel protagonist: forced to make a choice of the lesser evil and be inexplicably surrounded by cute girls he had never seen before. Will his choices lead to a start of rose-colored wonderful harem life? Or will he take the path of mayhem and learn the truth behind this Phenomenon?

It's really up to the choices he makes!

Mina is a foreign exchange student from Japan. She has always been shy and timid specially around Mark. The guy of her dreams who seems to only see her bestfriend Sana.

In his last senior highschool year, Student Council President Sanada Kyousuke dies saving after saving a girl. But not before finishing all the routes in the popular visual novel "If My Heart Had Wings".
He wakes up to find himself reincarnated as a baby named Shirou Kazuya. And a voice told him "For your selfless act of heroism I have awarded you another chance to live your life in the world of your favorite visual novel. Enjoy!"

A 25yo man was starting a new game+++ of his favorite 18+ visual novel-rpg game, this time with cheat programs. As he finished, a glowing white meteorite with purple sparks crashed in his room. He woke up in another world.

A 25yo man was starting a new game+++ of his favorite 18+ visual novel-rpg game, this time with cheat programs. As he finished, a glowing white meteorite with purple sparks crashed in his room. He woke up in another world.

Edit June 2021: Rebooted!!

Haneul woke up after resting for almost the whole day. He looked to his left and right and saw all his members was sleeping right now.
Haneul sighed and checked his phone,
            03.00 a.m.
Haneul stretched his body and cracked his bone before he got up and went to the bathroom. Based on his schedule, he should be training again right now since he spent almost ten hours of sleep.
Haneul wore his training pants and t-shirt, then he went to the dance studio on the same floor to start rehearsing himself.
However, when he was about to enter the dance studio, he heard the sound of their song being played inside. Haneul frowned and pushed the door open.
            'So give it to me, baby,
            I'm here to punish you, beauty.
            I'm here to be your doom, baby.'
He saw Jay was dancing sharply according to the music. His body popped at the right moment, and his great body isolation made a movement that looked both powerful and fluid, like an ocean wave that came crushing towards you. His movement really had a long-lasting impact on them.
Han watched in awe as Jay finished his dance with a cool pose. He looked tired but still had enormous energy. His chest was rising up and down because he danced for so long, but right now, what Han doing was feasting on this handsome eye candy.
Jay was the tallest of them all, boasting 190 cm in height, and he was quite muscular. He had sharp eyes that could definitely make people squeal. Although Kyong was the real visual of the group, Han found himself to be liking Jay's visual more. Because he looked strong and masculine, something that Han really liked as a personal preference.
But Jay was the least popular of them all because he was mostly quiet and just stuck around Han without saying anything. He didn't seem to care much about popularity since all he wanted to do was dance.[Pupa, what is the popularity ranking of BXB69 right now?]
[Pupa: You know that ranking popularity might hurt the members, right?]
[But I want to know~]
[Pupa:… Han is the most popular, he is an all-rounder centre that is just good with everything, and his visual is no joke also. The second most popular is Kyong, because of his angelic voice and perfect visual, third and fourth are the twins, Taeyang and Taesa, because of their quirkiness, and last is Jay.]
[So my prediction is correct, Jay is the least popular. Although, for me, he is actually the best looking.]
[Pupa: It's because of his attitude. He is a nonchalant, stone-faced, quiet guy. So it is hard to get close to him, especially with his posture. He looks intimidating for many fans. Still a great dancer, though.]
Haneul approached Jay, who sat on the floor after a long dancing session. Jay looked in Han's direction and smiled, "Hyung, I thought you are sleeping."
"Well, I thought you are sleeping," Han laughing and sat beside Jay. "It's already three in the morning, I know that you are very passionate about dancing, but you can't strain your body."
Jay chuckled and rubbed Haneul's hair, "No, Hyung. As the main dancer and choreographer, I need to make everything perfect for our performance. This one is on MBink! I've posted on our fansite, and our fans said they would come to cheer us! Of course, we need to be perfect for them!"
Jay reminisced about the time before he joined BXB69. He was the one with the shortest trainee time, only one year. That was because he was a street dancer before the company noticed him.
How did the company notice him? Through Haneul, of course.
"I remember when you said that you want me to be in this boy group because you need a capable dancer. I thought you are crazy at that time," Jay said.
"Why? Because I keep on following you?" Han asked with a laugh.
"Because you keep saying that we can make it as five, and we will be the best boyband in the country, I really thought you are crazy at that time," Jay answered with a smile.
"Then, what about now? You still think I'm crazy?"
"Yes, but the difference is…" Jay looked at Han's eyes full of meaning, "I don't mind joining your craziness. It's fun."
"Wha—"
Jay hurriedly got up and left the surprised Han. He went to play another music on his phone and returned back to Han, "Let's practice again."
"Sure… but this is Trouble Maker, by Trouble Maker. It's a sexy duo song…" Han said.
"Yeah, and?" Jay asked nonchalantly. The beats started, and he extended his hand. "You don't want to practice? This song is perfect for making our move smoother." Jay persuaded.
Haneul sighed and reached Jay's arm, and they were ready for their practice.
            [Song: Trouble Maker, by Trouble Maker.]
Han and Jay started dancing through the song. They practised this song a few times. Since both of them liked this song, it was not hard to synchronize. There was only one thing that Han complained about every single time, though.
"Why am I always the one dancing as the woman?" Han complained but still followed the song beat as Jay grabbed his ass licentiously, even went as far as fondling it a bit. "Y—Your hands!"
Jay laughed while dancing through the beat, "This is part of the dance move, remember?"
"But I'm not that sexy Hyuna-Nim!" Han protested. Jay seemed to ignore it and held Haneul's hips with his strong hands while controlling it like a joystick. "Damn it, Jay!"
Jay laughed harder. He seemed to get energized and happier, "You are always protesting when dancing this with me, but you never try to take charge as the man. I'm starting to wonder if you actually enjoy dancing the woman part more."
"I—I'm not!" Han protested. But they continued enjoying the dance until the last part when the woman extended her hand up, and the man would trail his nose through her hands up to her cheek.
Han extended his hand, and Jay trailed his nose to kiss Han's hand from the tip of his fingers, wrist, arm, up to his cheek. Han thought Jay wouldn't do anything crazy, but Jay actually kissed his cheek, leaving Han stunned.
Han paused for a moment, and then he glanced at Han, "W—What was that for?"
"Huh? Why are you asking that? It's just a kiss from me," Jay replied with an innocent smile.
"B—But you don't need to actually kiss me!"
"Well, I just feel like it," Jay shrugged lightly. "Why are you so pressed, Hyung? Is it because I'm all sweaty? We kissed many times, and you never protested once."
            …
[… Pupa, come here and let me ask you something.]
[Pupa: What?]
[What is the relationship between Jay and me aside from that we are in the same boygroup?]
[Pupa: You two have been dating for almost a year now. Jay agreed to join this boy group because he is attracted to you and would stick around you to support whatever you are doing. Yeah, you shouldn't be surprised when he kissed you again later, because you are his boyfriend.]
[I'm his whaaaaaaaaaat?]


Transmigrated to be a Homewrecker?!
Bai Yunyu was a sunny, nineteen years old who just got his first role as a small actor. 

However, a small unfortunate step on the road almost costed him his life! 

A strange, orange pupa shaped robot called Homewrecker System appeared in front of him and saved his life. It forced Yunyu to jump into many worlds to complete the task to be a Homewrecker between the main couple to save the world! 

Yunyu is a serious student, his objective is to save the world! But the target of each world seems to be attracted to him in some weird way.

Yunyu: System! I feel like they fall in love with me easily, am I too handsome to handle?
Pupa: No, you are just cheap.
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Hi! ForeverPupa here! ^u^)/
This is a BL (Boys Love) Quick Transmigration novel with many worlds! 
There will be many weird setups for us to discover! 
Please expect:
- 1v1 main ship.
- Comedy and Angst blended into one!
- Smut, Smut, and SMUTT!
- PLOT TWIST. 
PS: This book is original and exclusive book in Webnovel. If you're reading this in another site. Please support author by reading it in the official site. Thank you.
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Current cover is not mine, credits to the original artist.
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Check my other novel! 
BL novels: 
- Homewrecker System
- Werewolf Prince is My New Pet! 
- Gardenia of Blooming Desire (Completed)
- Mr. CEO Secretly reads BL 
FL novels
- Class Villainess 
- Rent A Boyfriend (Completed)
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INTRODUCTION

"School Days" is a Visual Novel which had been adapted into Anime in "2007". This Visual Novel was developed for Windows, PS2 and PSP. The Anime Adaptation of this Visual Novel of 12 episode and 2 OVA.
The genre in which this Anime is focused is "Harem, Romance and Slice Of Life". This Visual Novel was announced in October of "2004".
The game ranked as the best-selling Visual Novel and then Overflow (Developer) decided to produce multiple sequal with a spin-off named "Summer Days", "Island Days" and a parallel story named "Cross Days".
After 6 years of the release of the original series, "School Days" was remastered as "School Days HQ" in the same month as the first release.

PLOT
The plot of the story is focused on the life of a first-year high-school student "Makoto Ito" living with his divorced and unseen mother in the city of "Haramihara".
During his second-term,. he becomes attaracted towards "Kotonoha Katsura", a soft-spoken schoolmate who shares same train rides with him to the same route.
When his homeroom seating plan was rearranged, he becomes acquaintances with "Sekai Saionji", an exited girl, who takes a special interest in this newfound crush, befriending the two and providing them the opportunity to meet.
In spite of her successful efforts however, "Sekai" becomes jealous of the new couple, having developed feelings for "Makoto" to herself.

Eriri had come out from the bathroom and her eyes were red. 

Makoto tried to calm her along with her cat and a familiar, Chito. 

Yukana also helped her and Ranko tried to stop Utaha from mocking Eriri again. 

Yuuki was in front of everyone while bringing a whiteboard, "Ok, let's talk about the visual novel." He looked at everyone and said, "Do any of you know what a visual novel is?" He looked at everyone and Utaha raised her hand, "Yes, please, Utaha." 

Utaha coughed for a bit and said, "It is a game for a virgin." She looked very confident in her answer. 

Everyone looked at her with a strange expression. 

"No, a visual novel is a work of art!! This is a dream of everyone!!" Eriri rebutted. 

Utaha snorted at him, "But the one who played it is a group of single dog and virgin! You can't deny this fact!!" 

"YOU!!!" Eriri was beyond angry. 

They started to fight again but this time everyone separated them swiftly. 

"Ok, enough, don't talk nonsense again, let me tell you about, what is a visual novel," Yuuki said. He started to explain especially to Makoto, Ranko, and Yukana since they were quite clueless about this. 

A visual novel is an interactive game genre, which originated in Japan, featuring text-based stories with narrative style of literature and interactivity aided by static or sprite-based visuals, most often using anime-style art or occasionally live-action stills. 

"Do you understand?" Yuuki asked and added, "There are a lot of genres but most of them are romance to hentai." 

Utaha looked quite proud, saying, "I am right!" 

Yuuki shook his head, "But this time, we will make something different since I decided to make this visual novel, I won't be satisfied if we don't become the best." 

They felt he was very handsome when he said this. 

"Do you have a story?" Utaha asked. Even though she looked reluctantly but she had the interest to make this visual novel, especially, when the director is the best seller of both mangaka and novelist. She also wanted to improve her writing skill and entered this project. 

Yuuki smiled, "Yes, I have it, this time, I will also ask Makoto, Yukana, Ranko, and even Shouko for this project, let's make this together." 

"What?" Makoto, Yukana, and Ranko were surprised. They had never thought that they would also join the process of making this visual novel. They had seen him making a lot of things but they couldn't help him. When he asked them to join they elated but they weren't sure what kind of thing they could help with. 

"Ok, let me tell you, what is the most important aspect in making a visual novel," Yuuki started to write it on the whiteboard, "There are five important things, plot, programming, characters, music, and voice." 

They nodded at his explanation since it was pretty much simple. 

"Now, the three of you, I want you to help with a voice," Yuuki said and added, "I want you to become the voice actress for this VN." 

"Voice actress? Can we do that?" Yukana asked. 

Yuuki nodded, "Yes, it is pretty simple, after all, you only need to read it and I will record that voice." He looked at everyone and said, "I will become the director of this project." 

They nodded at him since there was no one who was more suitable than him. 

"Utaha will become the scriptwriter, can you do it?" Yuuki asked. 

Utaha nodded and said, "Of course, but let me see the plot of this VN first." 

Yuuki nodded, "Don't worry, I have prepared for it for a while since I have a plan to make it in the past, but let me tell everyone roles first." He looked at Eriri and said, "You will be in charge of the arts of the VN." 

"Yes," Eriri looked very spirited. She was also curious about what kind of VN that he would make. 

"Makoto, Yukana, and Ranko will be a voice actress," Yuuki said. 

"Yes," Yukana nodded and also felt happy that she could join in. 

"Of course, I will be happy to help," Makoto said. 

"Leave it to me, I can make a lewd sound at ease," Ranko said while letting out her lewd voice. 

Yuuki didn't need to hear it since he had heard her every day in the bed. He shook his head and stopped her, "You can make it later in bed." 

Makoto and Eriri were blushing very hard and thought it wasn't acting but a real thing happened every night. 

"Ahem, I will take care of the programming, I can also ask the Eagle Jump to send someone to help since this is also a game project," Yuuki said and looked at Eriri, "If you need someone to help you, don't be shy and ask me." 

"Yes," Eriri said and felt warm inside. 

"Poor milk," Utaha spit at her. 

"KASUMIGAOKA UTAHA!!!" Eriri became very annoyed at her. 

They sighed and separated them. They were wondering whether they could stop fighting.

Yuuki continued to tell the roles of everyone but he had a lot of roles since he was also in charge of both music and programming. He went to his room to make three VN plans since he wanted the opinion of everyone. Each of his game plans had a different genre and it was very interesting on its own. He gave each of them a copies and told them to read. 

Utaha raised her eyebrows: "Three game plans?"

Yuuki nodded, "Yes, you can choose one of them and tell me which one is the best, they have their own charm and a different one to another." 

They nodded and looked at the title of each VN. 

"Clannad, School Days, and Fate/Stay Night, huh?" Ranko said. 

"Let's start with School Days since the title is the most normal," Yukaana said. 

They nodded and started to read School Days.

2 chapters / days

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Crossing into the anime world and have a rescue system that will pop out a quest suddenly.

Can I get items and abilities after completion?

Do I have to travel to another world?

But before that Yuuki needs to save the world of otaku? Even though he is a Yakuza?

Everything start from here.

(This synopsis looked like the one from my Hitotose Note).

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'I write these words in wood, for I'm afraid, anything that We have written will be exalted.' 

'We wandered the darkness, hoping to die along the way.'

'My brethren ignored the other facts, We cannot die. We were created for something bigger.'

'He will find Us.'

'Perhaps, send someone.'

'A signal went off, We found it. Our Salvation.'

'For good, We left the Path to freeze in the North.'

'They decided; help the inhabitants of this world.'

'This world is strange, they have something what they called a Core.'

'Perhaps They are right, I am mad, or simple daft. But, I have broken the rule. And this world isn't safe. There are things coming to this world. Things not even Us could stop.'

'I am wrong. We are wrong. Only I can die. Now, They are jealous and so am I. I wanted to live. They wanted to die. Now, They broke the rules, and left the inhabitants to wander.' 

'He discovered something, our true Salvation.'

'Our fault has begun; the first Gate appeared.'

'They left everyone to die; for the same reason We left our home.' 

'I found a way to survive. A vessel.' 

'I will return. No—I need to return for the sake of all. Even if it means to sacrifice, all and Them.' 

The air went quiet as the elf read the book written in an unknown language. The elf sat in a wooden chair, coiled with vines that brimmed with life. He was a High Elf, his build was slim but strong, like a dagger. An elf with pointed ears and eyebrows elegantly slanted and he wore his golden hair full of pride. He looked young, despite his age—for humans, he was around fifteen or sixteen, but they would gape knowing his real age. 

An elegant sword pressed against the wooden chair. Not far from him was a powerful bow slung against the burnished wall, opposite to it a quiver of arrow fletched with feathers. 

The ash-wood door fanned open and another elf came by. Wearing unlike the elf in the chair, but still, he wore his green robe with joy as he knelt with one. 

He was quiet for a moment as he kept on staring at the matted floor. Behind the High elf were fossil-old books arranged perfectly inside a case made of wood. Windows covered with tiny leaves ran the room in circle. 

"Forgive me, Prince Aesril," the kneeling elf said. Soft and careful. Brown hair tied neatly to avoid hanging. 

"You know me, Gelethorn," Aesril said. Nonchalantly waving his hand to dismiss the honest Wood Elf. "In my chamber, all regality is dismissed. Now stand, and sit."

Prince Aesril snapped his finger, then a chair made of climbing vines was formed. 

Without a doubt, the two were friends, as Gelethorn or Gele, as the prince called his elfhood friend, sat overflowing with a smile in the vine-made chair. The chair was fitted perfectly to Gele as his thin or needle-like saber hangs beside his waist. 

"That nameless book again, my Prince?" Gele said, without dropping the title, pointing his gaze at the old and shabby book on Aesril's lap. 

"Ná, Gele," Aesril said. Excited to share what he learned, which he always does, especially to Gele. "Did you know, that originally this book—"pointing with finger at the book—"was written in wood but only transferred due to the passing of time?" 

"Yes, my Prince," Gele said with less care. "We were taught by Elder Calanye during our first hundred years. And my Prince, elves are required to learn our history, and unfortunately, human history as well." 

Prince Aesril lowered his shoulder. "Of course," he said sighing. "Elves must learn all these things: history, magic, technology, bestiary, religion, topography...

"My Prince."

language, crafting...

"My Prince."

alchemy—"

"Prince Aesril!" Gele cried. But as soft as he could. 

Aesril almost jumped off his seat. "Maker's tongue!" he said cursing. "I raved, again?"

"Ná, my Prince," Gele said, not in surprise. "Of all the books, why read that book that is halfway done?"

Prince Aesril was entranced by the knowledge that he rarely went out of his study chamber and mingled with his fellow elves. Even his father, the King, King Ascathan of the Final Seed, must force Aesril out his chamber. 

"This book," he said. Looking seriously at the old stack of papers. "Intrigues me, no one knew the author, not even our Elder. But what he wrote, almost, matched the history of Earflgard. I wanted to preserve this, but no matter how long I kept it inside my ring, the pages are torn every time I took it out." 

"Maybe it was supposed to be made that way," Gele said, matching his Prince tone of voice. "You said it yourself, and it was written: 'I write these words in wood, for I'm afraid, anything that We have written will be exalted'. Maybe whoever wrote it doesn't want to be praised, because, after all, what he wrote was a lie." 

"You got a point, Gele," Prince Aesril said, rubbing his delicate chin. "But—"

"But," Gele interrupts. "My Prince, your father wished to see you, the Seed Assembly is about to start, and you're nowhere to be found at the Upper Seed Hall. Elders are making their way. And you don't want Elder Calanye's wrath, do you?" 

"The assembly?" Aesril said, closing the book with care, the same as how he cared for his sword and bow. "Why would they need me? And the Elders?"

"Yes, my Prince," Gele nodded. "The assembly  is utmost importance since the Elders from the Middle and Lower Seed are summoned as well." 

Prince Aesril shrugged his shoulders. "Indeed it is," He said. "If they're willing to set aside their qualms, then, it must be extremely important." 

"Plus," Gelethorn said smiling. "Princess Gadsi will be there." 


Prince Aesril waved his hand, the vine that Gele sat, vanished and he fell with his butt. The great Wood Elf Ranger could only shake a head with embarrassment. 

As if the vines have a life of their own, they moved to give way to Prince Aesril and Gelethorn in a chamber of woods. The two reached with great pace the rounded chamber, the structure was the same with the rest; walled with giant vines, and formed like a giant basket with intricate vines acted as support. 

Prince Aesril went with haste beside the great throne. There, standing, within the gaps of the vines, Prince Aesril smiled as he looked at the thousands of giant leaves waving back and forth. Branches as big as a city stretched far and wide. Underneath, were hundreds of purple fruits as big as towns clamped together. 

Gelethorn remained together with the rest of the attendants, at the corner of the vine chamber. Some lesser council members were seated at the edges of the council room. In the middle— there, assembled a group of elves brimming with wisdom.

Three elders sat in a fan-shaped position, behind these Elders were their successors. Divided by a turning table, facing Prince Aesril and an elf sitting in an enormous throne made of vines. Leaves, sprouts with each vine that coiled the throne. 

Beside the king, stood Prince Aesril. Silent, and studying. 

Pointed ears, sharp green eyes, and golden thread of hair faced the elders. His armor, green and soft, made of roots acting like chainmail. He sat illustriously. "My elders," The King of Elves announced, his voice round and elegant. "We hid too much—that humans forget us. Us who taught them the ways of magic. It would be pleasant if we lived in the past. But now... "

Only Aesril saw the King gripping with might the edge of his throne.

The King continued. "Semsmir Scouts sent a word." 

Elves were classified according to their bloodlines. And the three Purebloods were: High Elf—Absmir. Wood Elf—Kahmsir, and Dark Elf—Carsmir. Below the Purebloods were Elf—Smir, and Half-elf—Semsmir. And the Blood Elf—the tainted and simply the lowest, that the King of Elves, doesn't bother to name them. 

Before the Great Race War, Elves were called according to their tongue languages. Only the Elders remained to call them with their original names after the unification. 

King Ascathan flicked his wrist. Smooth edged stone appeared and handed it to Prince Aesril, which formed a knitted brow on the latter. 


Prince Aesril knew what to do, he's been doing the assembly for as long as he could remember. He nodded at the successor behind an old gloomy elf, placed the stone in the winding table, and injected mana into it. The same mana his Father has—Pure High Elf mana. 

The stone lit blue and a visual of three-figure dashed in an abandoned town. Bodies scattered as wide as the visual of the stone could reach. One of them stopped, pulled a dagger behind his waist, and precisely cut the human-like beasts, that lunged toward him, in the neck. Dark blood oozed, but the three weren't bothered by the incoming beasts. They evaded, and dashed, going inside the forest. 

Wood Elf Elder gasped. "By the Maker!" he said, clinching his gingered fist. "Ghouls!"

"Alghouls as well, Elder Naglanor," said Elder Calanye, the Elder for High-Elf. Silver hair, and wrinkled pointy ears. 

The King remained silent, watching, how the three Elders would react. 

In the visual stone, one of the scouts died, as hundreds of Alghouls feasted in his body. But the two continued dashing forward inside the darkened forest. 

"What are your thoughts, Elder Madras," Naglanor said, the Elder for the Wood Elf, curly brown hair, knitted reaching his waist. 

Elder for Dark Elf remained silent. He was focused on the stone as the two evaded hundreds of ghouls and alghouls. 

"Father Madras" soft voice rung behind his pointed ears. Princess Gadsi leaned and whispered. "They are asking you."

Dark Elf Elder Madras gestured his hand to dismiss his daughter. He knew, but he could care less to answer the two Elder. 


The two scouts stopped. Not far from them an obscured image went inside the Gate, and with a rippling burst. The Gate released an immense light, with thunder before it exploded.   "My King," one of the scout whispered. Then, thousands of mindless beast exited the Gate. 

Before the two could react, one of them was swept away by a black and massive figure. The remaining scout gasped, and instinct told him that he needed to move. The scout dashed away from the Gate. The Half-elf cried and the stone went dim. 

The Upper Seed Chamber fell silent. 

"My King," Prince Aesril said. Breaking the agreed silence."The Gate, wasn't normal, was it?"

King Ascathan gave his son a nod. "The Gate," he said. Addressing the elves. "Was created by men, not just men, I believe, these men, are closely related—if not, a soldier of the Overlord Genesys. But, there's more to it. And that is the reason why I summoned you all—despite our differences. I could care less if humans slaughter their own. But our Ancestors made a promise to one of the Maker." King Ascathan paused, waiting for someone to raise a doubt. Which he was right. 

"Maker," Elder Madras scoffed. Dark and purple veins popped his neck. It showed his bloodline. Dark-Elf. "How sure are we that they exist? It wasn't even sure if the last Maker appeared a thousand years ago was real. I suggest we let the traitors perish by their own stupidity! Just as how they slaughtered our kin!"

Attendants, council members, and the three Elders went into an uproar. 

"Ná!"

"Let them!"

"For my Ancestor!"

"My King! Let them die!"

"Throw them to the pits!"

King Ascathan raised a hand, the room fell to silence. "Our ancestor's promise lead us—the elves, to near extinction. It's just thanks to Pin'Tu, that helped us to recover. But that doesn't mean we could let the world around us perish. If Earflgard perish, so our chance going back home. The appearance of this Gate—which according to the stone's visual and the information gathered by the scouts, must lead to another realm."

"By the Maker!"

"A realm!"

"Home!"

"I know," The King said with joy. "It is possible, that whoever made the Gate could lead is back to our realm."

"So you're saying, that the Gate was connected to a realm, rather than a Bridge?" Elder Naglanor asked in surprise. 

"Possible," The King answered. "It's also possible that it isn't, that is why—we needed more evidence. My brothers and sisters! It's time."

"Father," Prince Aesril whispered, now standing next to the King. His face was filled with different emotions. "Don't tell me."

"Yes!" The King pronounced. "It's time to venture the Outside. Great Elders! Showered by the wisdom of our Maker—Isashil. Assemble a team, send it to the island. Go inside the Gate, and find the door that will lead us to our home—Elfeinheim.

"I was supposed to be sent to earth. But I ended up in a completely different world. A world where magic exists. And here I thought I`m a Hollow—born without magic. That was until my system activated and guided me to embrace my past, deal with my present, and prepare for my future."

"With the memory of my past, information from the earth, and a bizarre world I`m in, my implanted A.I. will do everything to ensure my survival and venture the unknown. But first, I must deal with my past to move on, leave the island, and explore the world and become a Legend!"

"But how can I, if my Master is all weak and alone?"

"May the Maker have mercy upon my enemy, Because I won`t" - Ned, Becoming Legend.

My phone was already telling me it was 12 am in the morning but I couldn't sleep yet. I didn't want to leave all of this work alone. Part of me wanted to just sleep after this smoke, but I know that it wouldn't leave me alone. These novels usually take a while for me to edit because there's nothing that actually interests me. Most of the time people just follow the same formula without actually understanding what makes them great.

See how the klutzy archetype can be expanded with different styles of executions just being wasted by being called a trope. Or how the shy quiet one will always just be a shy one because she's shy. So much wasted potential on characters that infinitely deserve to be fleshed out but instead are seen as objects of humiliation for the main character.

Weirdly enough the one character that I do relate with in this trash series would be the self aware girl that the protagonist is pursuing. She knows that if she goes with him then she'll lose part of herself. It beautifully shows that all loves have thorns, no matter how perfect it is on paper.

Sadly she's the most unliked girl in the series because she's the only one that refuses to follow the protagonists shenanigans. Instead, all of Morisson's viewers want to see more of the raunchy scenes that make your heart warm for a split second only for it to fall comedically flat on its face. In the end, the real girl is ignored because she's too realistic.

I puffed another out to the window of my room, there was no way that I was going to be ignored for being realistic. I want to be the one that steals the show and be the best girl of the show. Just like the girl in the story, I'll be someone that'll ignore everyone who'll pursue me, even if it means abandoning the notion of falling in love.

Looking around my small room, there were just too many scattered pieces of paper everywhere. Too many things that were left undone because I just didn't have the time. Or maybe the proper  phrase would be because I was scared of what would happen if I showed it to the world. I'm scared of being rejected. I'm scared that if I did my best and poured my heart into it, it would still be rejected. That's why I prefer editing. Hurting the hearts of others would be easier for me than someone actually hurting me.

Music sheets that I promised myself I'd memorize, works in progress that haven't been updated in forever, and art pieces that haven't even reached the halfway sketches. I really am some kind of monster that never finishes anything.

The door made a knocking sound, as I looked at it the door opened up. A boy came into my room that appeared around the same age as me. Though his face looked a bit embarrassed as he entered in, this wasn't his first time in here. He held his nose as the smell of smoke filled him up.

This was Josh, he was the son of the family I was staying with. He had some kind of strange flat hair that the anime protagonist would be modeled after. However, unlike most protagonists Josh was blonde instead of dark. He was about a couple of years younger than me but already taller than me.

Josh: Mako, dinner is ready.

Mako: Thanks, you can leave now.

Josh: Mom and Dad aren't here tonight…

Mako: Oh.

Josh: Could we do it again?

Mako: You sure won't cry this time? Last time we did it, you were clearly trying your best. Sadly, it's just not good enough for me.

Josh: Please! I only want you!

Mako: Only me? Don't you have other people to do it with you?

Josh: They're not as good as you! I want you!

Mako: Geez, you're such a noisy kid. Let me just change into something comfortable then. I'll wait by your room just like last time.

Josh: Thanks! You're the best!

This was our little secret. Each time his parents weren't home, I'd sneak into his room. This started happening after I discovered his past time. Though it was more of an accident. After slipping out of my school uniform then into my pajamas, I headed right to his room. I brought my things like tissues with me too because I knew it was going to get messy.

As I opened up the door, he had too many dirty clothes around the place making it stink. I forget that this kid forgets to clean up after himself. Josh looked at me hungered. This time he was ready compared to previous times. He shoved everything at me nervously. Quite excited unlike last time. I took the laptop from him and sighed.

Josh was a visual novel maker! A degenerate that wants to make money! Though compared to Morrison, Josh prefers to write about fantasy stuff. It's certainly something that I could wrap my time around if it weren't for the fact that the stuff he writes is just surface level!

Josh: Here it is! I've made sure that I made it clearer than the last time!

He pressed up next to me with his laptop like some kind of excited dog, I recoiled away from him because of how close he was getting. Though I did welcome that kind of enthusiasm. It's a lot better than those who write a bunch of shit just for the sake of people liking it. Some low tier shit. However, Josh's work just isn't that good.

Mako: Don't fucking cry next time. Geez, you made it seem like it was going to be the end of the world last time.

Josh: That's because you say a lot of mean things! It just hurts a lot whenever you straight up tell it to my face with facts too! You just don't like sugar coating things do you.

Mako: Irrelevant information. I hope that you have my money?

Josh: Yes! Of course! I've already transferred the money to your bank account so it should be there right now. So tell me what you think! I'm pretty sure you're going to love this one!

Mako: I'll be the judge of that. And don't say that creepy shit. I'm already swamped with work right now but I can't say no to money.

Josh: Take your time!

Reading through these starting pages had already gotten my attention but in a bad way. What makes fantasy the powerful genre is its ability to take the strange and make it interesting. Putting it into perspective, no one in real life would actually want to live in the middle ages or medieval times with magic. No internet to help grind stats, no proper medicine to mend deadly wounds, and magic is only for the extremely talented or lucky. Those are just the base concerns but there's definitely more that like monsters and such. Yet the genre managed to convince the world that living in a world like that would be fun.

However, the fantasy genre could also be easily torn down to clichés and obvious plot flaws that people can see. That doesn't even begin to consider the power scaling issue in modern stories! Being able to execute fantasy is truly something someone has to strive or be drowned in a torrent of similar generic stories. It's hard to stand on your own in the fantasy market.

Mako: It's fucking sucks.

Josh: What!? You barely even read it!

Mako: Yeah, you already made me bored. It's a good thing that I'm talking straight to your face too. If I was your actual editor, I'd be extremely annoyed that I have to read every single page and passage of this garbage!

Josh: Hey… It's not that bad. I put a lot of work into it too...

Mako: But it is that bad. The story is generic, it follows a simple quest that wants to be expanded. It's almost like you don't have a fucking clue yet to what you want to do in the story. So you're just clouding the reader by saying the character has to do this vague questline like save a monarch or slay the demon king.

Josh: But you haven't even finished reading! It gets better later on I promise!

Mako: Y'know what I fucking hate! Is when authors like you use that excuse of it getting better in the series. How are you supposed to be able to find loyal readers if your hook to catch them is too weak. If they read this, they'll just think it's a generic piece of rubbish. There's nothing actually to be invested about!

Josh: But I'm sure they'll be rewarded if they'll stay!

Mako: How could you be certain? How are you sure that they'll be rewarded? You won't! Be fucking realistic, Josh. It's better to just have a better idea from the start and give the reader something to look forward to than just letting the motions be. That way it makes the story become a lot more solid.

Josh: There's more isn't there?

Mako: Also I don't like how your characters are bland from the start! What are these characters even supposed to be? They feel absolutely useless to the story! You could write them out and it'll be the same story. They're just praise machines!

Josh: Oh the girl healer is supposed to be smart, assertive, and always supporting the main male lead. I want her to be well likable for the female and male viewers alike. She's going to be our poster girl and -

I slammed my hand on the door behind me because he was starting to piss me off. Josh accidentally tripped back to his bed, cowering in fear. Looking through the pages again, there was nothing that kept me interested. Even the characters themselves were just formulas from other novels! Nothing original! Almost like Josh was scared to put an ounce of his personality because it's not deemed fantasy or if it didn't follow everything mainstream.

Mako: So I was right. She's just the eye candy. But you're just disguising it by giving her empowerment traits that you've read off an article or video.

Josh: That's not what I meant at all!

Mako: Then explain further.

Josh: She's the main romance point too of course. She'll have development and everything!

Mako: I've scanned over your first three chapters of your novel and all she does is make cute noises or give praises to the main character's superb abilities. Then she's also the damsel in distress you meet first in the story and other than that she won't be given any development…

Josh: I'm sorry…

Mako: Listen, kid. You can have those things but you have to make sure your characters are fleshed out for the right reasons. You're just putting these things here because you learned it from other tropes. I'm fine with the girl healer aspect because that's just something to a preference but the way you wrote it was degrading and shallow. You're just following what's popular and don't even know why it's popular in the first place. I know these are just fantasy but at least make them a tiny bit realistic.

Josh: How do I even do that when I don't even talk to people?

Mako: Just write them like your male protagonists. Same with the girls, girls that have followed through this line of thinking are quite successful in the genre. Don't overthink it. Write what you want to feel would be a memorable character. Other than that your visual novel could have potential. Also your male side characters are nothing but useless cannon fodder just for the male lead to gain power ups through emotions. That part is pretty stupid.

Josh: Okay...

Eh? He didn't cry this time but he did piss his pants. I facepalmed because I didn't expect that to happen. Josh must've done it unconsciously because he only realized it now. His face turned bright red then reached over a towel quickly!

Josh: I'm sorry! You just scare me so much! I thought for sure you were going to hit me!

Mako: Pathetic...

Mako, an unlikable girl that only loves to care about herself, sees herself as her own main character in this crappy city of Polarity. However, Mera drops expectedly into her life showing her that she's not the only main character in this world. Now Mako has to watch over Mera as she stumbles through her rowdy life which infuriates Mako who only wants to fulfill her dreams of being a writer.

Not my cover. Please whoever owns this beautiful piece, message me about it. I'll take it down or commission you.

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