Not A Book, but read if you want, your comments would help motivate me

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I get it, sometimes it can be easy to be swayed to write something you don't enjoy. Say if everyone around you loved romance and sci-fi books, but you loved history books. You would be drawn to write sci-fi or romance so that your friends will read it. Don't! 
Doing that is only going to make writing it insufferable to you. Before I turned this into a book that will help starter witters write, this was going to be a sci-fi book. I tried to force myself to write chapters I didn't want to, so instead I changed it to an educational book. I find this much more enjoyable and easy to do. 
I'm not saying you shouldn't challenge yourself to write about themes other than the ones that you enjoy. That is a very good idea, sometimes it just takes a dip into another world to see things from a whole new perspective. That's the reason I was writing the sci-fi book, if i hadn't it wouldn't have turned into to this. Sometimes you might get into that theme of book and start writing it more often.
If you enjoy writing what you write, other people will see it. There will be things like editing a chapter 3 times in a week or writing a new one everyday. If you don't enjoy writing the book, you might just say the editing takes a while which is why you only update the story once a week. That isn't good! 
Of course sometimes you'll get busy with life and won't have the time you need to write the chapter, but if you enjoy what you write you'll want to come back to it every day or every other day. Take Valerie the Orphan as an example, I uploaded a chapter everyday because I was so in love with the characters and the plot and the timing and just everything!

Speaking of timing, if you want to write a fantasy book from way back in the 1700's, do it! Don't not write it just because you think other people won't like it. I'm sure there have been many people wondering if someone's ever gonna make a fantasy book from back in the 1700's. 

Thank you for joining today's class, now that it's over I want you to try to read a theme of book you haven't even looked the direction in before!

This book will be full of helpful tips on how to start your own book. There is no lead, this is not about history. History was just the closet thing to education I could find. I hope you enjoy these tips for amateurs!

My name is Shiomiya Shiori. 16 years old teenage girl. I live with my parents. The thing I love in this world is Book. Book is my friend. Book is my life. Book is my everything. There is many thing inside the book. I read them. I love them. I care for them.
"So for now we will get everything ready. Please take note of any book people didn't ask anymore. We will change them to digital." The Librarian's leader orders us to get rid of a book that people rarely read.
I want to tell them not to that. I want to. But every time I open my mouth I can't say anything. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that everything will not be okay. I'm afraid that everyone will hate me.
So I only can keep quite.
The next day I was in the help desk waiting for people who need a book from the library while reading many books that I want.
Right now I'm reading a novel, Harry Potter. A novel about wizarding boy who have adventure in a school called Hogwarts. I hear the writer was in this school. I want to meet him. I want to ask how he can create something like this. I want to learn to make my own book.
"Excuse me. Can you help me get some book about fire truck?" Saying this the girl in front of me with strange accessories a skull as a hairpin.
"Please... please come here after school. I will... I will get the books ready by then." I hope I didn't stutter so much when talking to people.
"Oke. Thank you, Shiomiya-san!" Huh? She knows my name. Oh. Right. She probably see my nametag.
I can only nod at her.
"Let's go Nii-sama." She grabs the boy beside her. Brother? So he isn't her boyfriend.
I see his nametag. Katsuragi Keima. Huh? I look again at the novel. There is the name.
"Excuse me?" The two of them stop hearing I talk.
"Are you? Are you the writer of Harry Potter?"  I ask him with shining eyes.
"Right. I write them. So you know." He replied to my question with a smile.
"I'm a fan. I love it." Saying this I get my copy of the novel and bring it out.
"Please sign-in my copy!" Ah, I hope he didn't mind me.
"Sure!" Saying this I get him a pen so that he can Sign-in my copy.
"I want to. I want to make novel too." She give me the novel back. And look at me with higher eyebrows.
"Oh, you want to make one?"
I nodded my head hurriedly.
"Can you give me tips?"
"I don't know about that. Maybe if you want to write something just write what you want to write. You know in this world you will many who don't like what you write. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. The only thing that's matter is you write what you want." Saying this the two of them left.
Writing what I want? What did I want to write?
Saying this I get my notebook and start to write about my idea.

Its a Story about a man who died saving someone and given a second chance at a new life in The World God Only Knows world and there are also many characters from other anime. That sum this story.
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My first English story please understand the grammar isn't good enough. I did use Grammarly the free version though so I hope it can make my story more readable.
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The Update is always 2 chapters/day. Except when I have something to do which I will add the chapters to the next day to that day's chapters.

Title: End Times

Splat!
Blood splattered everywhere. A man let out his final pained groan as his dazed eyes landed on the sword that pierced through his chest. When he felt the coldness of the blade penetrating his heart, his pupils constricted as his body slowly lost its strength.
AAAHHH!!!
As the man collapsed onto the ground, an anguished cry rang out as another man rushed towards the sword-wielding man. The swordsman swiftly turned around, his movements didn't display any panic and with a single slash of his sword, another life ended once again.
"You... Why are you not... why are you not helping your comrades?"
The swordsman turned to look at the distance where another man was standing with tears streaming down his face. In the fact of death, the man was utterly terrified but in order to practice his calling, his profession, or some may call his class to the very end. The man remained standing there, scribbling some words on a piece of paper.
Gustav, my best friend of thirty-years died from the hands of the prey... I merely stood in the distance and did nothing.
I am nothing but a mere observer. 
George, a man of sheer will and determination also died from the hands of the same prey. His movements looked full of fear to me, yet his actions never lagged and had no hesitation as he swung his sword and aimed to end the life of the prey.
But in the end, it doesn't even matter.
The prey was too strong.
Us, predators...
Couldn't do anything about him.
The man scribbled down these words in the piece of paper and as he wrote the final words in the sentence. The piece of paper shone in a brilliant light. A thick book radiating an air of ancientness appeared beside the piece of paper and it sucked the paper into it, forming a page that could never be removed, defaced, nor altered. 
"That..."
The swordsman who had already pointed his sword at the man stopped what he was doing. Disbelief appeared on his face when he saw the book, but his expression quickly turned into mocking and some pity when he realized the profession of the man standing in front of him.
"I see..."
"So, the reason why you haven't died yet is because of this..."
"His Majesty purposely spared you from death so you can record all significant events of this turning point of destiny within that book of history in your hands."
The swordsman shook his head and laughingly mocked, "You truly are a pitiful man." He then sheathed his sword back to its scabbard before stretching his hand towards the man's collar.
"Since your job is to observe and record everything that you see, then fine... Record everything... I won't let you die. If you are severely injured from the shockwaves of the battle then I will heal you until you're at your top condition. I won't let you die... I will let you see... I will let you see everything..."
"I will let you see how my sword cuts through each and every comrade of yours, you pathetic so-called Predator!" The swordsman boisterously laughed and he dragged the man with such force that he felt painfully suffocated, yet he couldn't even die nor kill himself.
He then proceeded to do just as he was told.
He recorded everything.
While bawling his eyes out, he stayed true to the facts and wrote every death and every slaughter that he saw into the Great Book of History. There were times when he thought of changing the facts within the Great Book of History so that humanity wouldn't look so pathetic in their fight against the invader, yet he decided that in the end...
He must stay true to his profession and write without any bias.
Humanity had ample time to prepare. 
But each and every one of them ignored all the warning signs until it was already too late.
In other words, they reaped what they sowed.
The historian could only let out a sigh.
In the end, he was just a mere observer. Of course, he would still die when his job was done, but until then. He would stay true to his profession and write down everything that he needed to write. Years, after years, after years passed and the historian never falsified any information that he wrote within the Great Book of History.
Humanity suffered a lot and now, the end finally arrived.
Cough...
The collapsed woman let out a dry cough. The surroundings were filled with ashes, suffocating her lungs. But her discomfort only lasted for a few moments. She lifted her head and surveyed her surroundings.
"Hello..."
"Is anybody there?"
A defiant light flashed across the woman's eyes as she forcefully raised her severely injured body from the ground. She took a good look at her surroundings and her pupils constricted when she realized where she was standing. 
"Dead... Everyone... They're dead..." 
She looked at a mutilated corpse near her and bitterly smiled for she realized that the state of this corpse was far better than the others. Some of the corpses didn't even have the shape of a human anymore. Instead, they looked like lumps of meat and some even looked like pancakes.
Ugh...
The woman covered her mouth.
She managed to forcefully swallow down the vomit that threatened to come out her mouth. Despite seeing hundreds of slaughters within the past several decades. The scene around her still disturbed her will as her expression quickly became as pale as a sheet of paper.
"How..."
"How did Humanity end up like this...?"
She collapsed on the ground.
She could still remember that day when everything changed.
Several years before that change.
Humanity suddenly gained random supernatural abilities. Along with the appearance of what looked to be system prompts, every human being in the world gained abilities that science couldn't explain. Of course, some abilities were far stronger than others and the woman was one of those lucky ones that gained such an ability.
The woman was delighted by the change that the abilities brought to the world and she quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming an Apex Predator, classified as one of the strongest humans in the world. But in the end, her abilities were for naught.
The invaders were far stronger than any Apex Predator and no amount of technology and magic engineering could suppress the invaders. 
Humanity fought valiantly, yet in just several decades.
Their final bastion, the Empire of the South Eastern Seas finally collapsed from the attacks of the invaders.
At this moment, the woman reckoned that she was the only survivor.
But why did these invaders invade her homeland in the first place?
Even now, the woman still couldn't find the answer to this burning question of hers.
And from the looks of it, she'll forever be curious even as a ghost.
"Write it down."
A charming voice belonging to a man suddenly rang out.
The fog that surrounded the woman disappeared and she found herself standing in the middle of a deep valley. Above her were several hundreds of invaders. They were staring at her with this triumphant look in their eyes.
But the woman's eyes weren't focused on these invaders.
Instead, they were focused on the image of a trembling man standing at the edge of the valley.
"You..."
"You're that..."
"You're that coward!"
"You're that coward who instead of fighting for the sake of the homeland, insists on writing on that stupid book instead!"
"How are you alive?"
"How come that you're alive?"
"Everyone is already dead, but you're still alive?"
"On what basis?!"
"How is a coward like you still alive?!"
The woman suddenly became hysterical. 
She lost all her dignity as the Goddess of the Blade and started cursing at the trembling man.
The man cowered in fear when he saw the actions of the Goddess of the Blade. But her words made sense for him.
Yes, he was a coward.
After acquiring his Calling, Diary-Keeper. He had never done anything other than write. 
He thought that he'd become stronger than anyone just by writing and he did!
From Diary-Keeper, he became a Scribe, a Historian and now, he was a Keeper of History.
He still wanted to advance, the next sequence of his calling was Author.
He reckoned that in order to become an Author. He must write books.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the time nor the leeway to write a book.
In the end, he got stuck as a Keeper of History and now, the end times have arrived.
His Great Book of History has reached its limits and only a single sentence could be written. 
Every word that a Keeper of History wrote into the Great Book of History could never be changed. Anyone, including those that have the capability to transcend time, would be unable to go back and change the history that was already written in the Great Book of History.
This was the reason why the invaders kept the man alive.
He was basically their shield against time-transcending humans that may go back to the past and change the course of history from there.
But the powers of a Keeper of History were limited.
To be exact, the pages of the Great Book of History was limited.
It was said that if he ascended and became an Author. He would be able to change, write, delete everything as much as he wanted, but alas. The man never had the opportunity to ascend.
In fact, he didn't even understand what an Author was.
Profession Ascension required a deep understanding of that particular profession and since the man didn't understand what an Author was. It was basically impossible for him to become an Author.
Only a single final sentence could be written within the Great Book of History. 
But a single sentence was enough to seal the fate of humanity.
"What's wrong? Write it... That's the final page of the Great Book of History, right? Go ahead. Write it. Write the end." 
The charming voice spoke once again.
The man trembled as his hand holding the pen floated over the last space of the Great Book of History's final page.
Once he wrote the final sentence, there was no going back.
The true end of humanity would come.
The woman beneath the valley seemed to have recognized this as she cried out.
"No!"
"Don't..."
"Don't write it!"
"Let them kill you, but don't write it!"
"Do you really think that they are going to let you off once you've done your job?"
"No!" 
"These sons of bitches are the devils! They will never honor a promise!"
"Shut up!"
The charming voice coldly responded and his voice seemed to transform into an incomparably sharp blade that sliced the head of the woman from her shoulders. 
Just like that, the life of the Goddess of the Blade ended.
"Ah..."
"Ahhh!!!"
The man loudly screamed and tears rolled down his cheeks as he let out a sorrowful cry.
"How pathetic...
"Just write the final sentence already and I'll grant you a painless death."
"I am not a completely cold man, so you can consider that painless death as my reward for your service. The great traitor of humanity." The charming voice's tone of speaking suddenly became filled with intense mocking.
The trembling man sucked a mouthful of cold air.
His eyes reddened and he seemed to have lost his mind as he cried out.
"Fine... You want me to write?"
"I'll write it then..."
"I'll write..."
"I'll write..."
"I'll write!!!"
The pen landed on the final page and left its mark as it wrote the final sentence of the Great Book of History.
Out of defiance and deep regret, the Scribe, the Historian, The Keeper of History, and the great traitor of humanity wrote at the final pages of the Great Book of History.
"With my body as the sacrifice, I'll turn back time, change the past, and change the harrowing destiny of humanity!"
As the pen wrote the exclamation mark, the Great Book of History closed on its own for it has already completed its job.
It transformed into a dazzling light before diving into the forehead of the historian.
[You have exhausted the pages of the Great Heavenly Profound Treasure: The Great Book of History.] 
[You have witnessed everything and wrote the end times of Humanity while staying true to the facts.]
[Your name has left its mark on The Great Book of History.]
[You have become the Author of The Great Book of History.]
[Congratulations to the user for becoming an Apex Predator in the Writer Profession!]
[You have obtained the Calling: Author of Fate.]
[With your will as the canvas and your body as the ink. The Author of Fate wrote...]
[I'll turn back time, change the past, and change the harrowing destiny of humanity!]


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Records of the Weakest Emperor

Disclaimer: This novel is inspired by other great works such as SCOG, OG, DE, and all other works that the author admires and reads on a daily basis 

Left alone, scarred and swimming with debt after his parents' death. Our protagonist, Joseph is now on the quest of erasing his debt along with keeping himself afloat without being homeless…

Left without other choices, he turned to the world of Victory for solace only to find out that everything wasn't so simple like he expected. Even after two months of complete dedication to the game. He hasn't achieved any of his goals at all…

But fortunately, lady luck soon blessed his hopeless life… He managed on erasing his debt, angering the gods living above the heavens and even acquiring a Mythical Class! But Joseph is a young man left with scars due to his past. Can he even become someone suitable for the grandeur of a Mythical Class? The Sun that Overlooks Everything?

"Aye wait bro, don't attack ye- Sike! You thought!" 

"Alice, I really love it that you keep yourself feminine for the sake of your Swordsmanship. But can you not wear skirts while we're practicing? I can basically see what's underneath." 

"Abyssal Flame Master, why do you remind me of the alter-ego that I sealed a long time ago back when I was in middle school?"

Fueled with the determination of being the strongest. Joseph, along with the comrades that he gathered on his journey shall crush those that dare stand before their path. 

But why? 

Because he's the Grand Duelist, destined to be at the top of everything.

Artwork: This is a collaboration between me and the Connoisseur of the Dao of Sticc, Truedawn. We spent countless nights depicting the awesomeness of the MC through the Dao of the Sticc, I hope it is appreciated.

Splat! 
Blood splattered everywhere. A man let out his final pained groan as his dazed eyes landed on the sword that pierced through his chest. When he felt the coldness of the blade penetrating his heart, his pupils constricted as his body slowly lost its strength. 
AAAHHH!!! 
As the man collapsed onto the ground, an anguished cry rang out as another man rushed towards the sword-wielding man. The swordsman swiftly turned around, his movements didn't display any panic and with a single slash of his sword, another life ended once again. 
"You... Why are you not... why are you not helping your comrades?" 
The swordsman turned to look at the distance where another man was standing with tears streaming down his face. In the fact of death, the man was utterly terrified but in order to practice his calling, his profession, or some may call his class to the very end. The man remained standing there, scribbling some words on a piece of paper. 
Gustav, my best friend of thirty-years died from the hands of the prey... I merely stood in the distance and did nothing. 
I am nothing but a mere observer.  
George, a man of sheer will and determination also died from the hands of the same prey. His movements looked full of fear to me, yet his actions never lagged and had no hesitation as he swung his sword and aimed to end the life of the prey. 
But in the end, it doesn't even matter. 
The prey was too strong. 
Us, predators... 
Couldn't do anything about him. 
The man scribbled down these words in the piece of paper and as he wrote the final words in the sentence. The piece of paper shone in a brilliant light. A thick book radiating an air of ancientness appeared beside the piece of paper and it sucked the paper into it, forming a page that could never be removed, defaced, nor altered.  
"That..." 
The swordsman who had already pointed his sword at the man stopped what he was doing. Disbelief appeared on his face when he saw the book, but his expression quickly turned into mocking and some pity when he realized the profession of the man standing in front of him. 
"I see..." 
"So, the reason why you haven't died yet is because of this..." 
"His Majesty purposely spared you from death so you can record all significant events of this turning point of destiny within that book of history in your hands." 
The swordsman shook his head and laughingly mocked, "You truly are a pitiful man." He then sheathed his sword back to its scabbard before stretching his hand towards the man's collar. 
"Since your job is to observe and record everything that you see, then fine... Record everything... I won't let you die. If you are severely injured from the shockwaves of the battle then I will heal you until you're at your top condition. I won't let you die... I will let you see... I will let you see everything..." 
"I will let you see how my sword cuts through each and every comrade of yours, you pathetic so-called Predator!" The swordsman boisterously laughed and he dragged the man with such force that he felt painfully suffocated, yet he couldn't even die nor kill himself. 
He then proceeded to do just as he was told. 
He recorded everything. 
While bawling his eyes out, he stayed true to the facts and wrote every death and every slaughter that he saw into the Great Book of History. There were times when he thought of changing the facts within the Great Book of History so that humanity wouldn't look so pathetic in their fight against the invader, yet he decided that in the end... 
He must stay true to his profession and write without any bias. 
Humanity had ample time to prepare.  
But each and every one of them ignored all the warning signs until it was already too late. 
In other words, they reaped what they sowed. 
The historian could only let out a sigh. 
In the end, he was just a mere observer. Of course, he would still die when his job was done, but until then. He would stay true to his profession and write down everything that he needed to write. Years, after years, after years passed and the historian never falsified any information that he wrote within the Great Book of History. 
Humanity suffered a lot and now, the end finally arrived. 
Cough... 
The collapsed woman let out a dry cough. The surroundings were filled with ashes, suffocating her lungs. But her discomfort only lasted for a few moments. She lifted her head and surveyed her surroundings. 
"Hello..." 
"Is anybody there?" 
A defiant light flashed across the woman's eyes as she forcefully raised her severely injured body from the ground. She took a good look at her surroundings and her pupils constricted when she realized where she was standing.  
"Dead... Everyone... They're dead..."  
She looked at a mutilated corpse near her and bitterly smiled for she realized that the state of this corpse was far better than the others. Some of the corpses didn't even have the shape of a human anymore. Instead, they looked like lumps of meat and some even looked like pancakes. 
Ugh... 
The woman covered her mouth. 
She managed to forcefully swallow down the vomit that threatened to come out her mouth. Despite seeing hundreds of slaughters within the past several decades. The scene around her still disturbed her will as her expression quickly became as pale as a sheet of paper. 
"How..." 
"How did Humanity end up like this...?" 
She collapsed on the ground. 
She could still remember that day when everything changed. 
Several years before that change. 
Humanity suddenly gained random supernatural abilities. Along with the appearance of what looked to be system prompts, every human being in the world gained abilities that science couldn't explain. Of course, some abilities were far stronger than others and the woman was one of those lucky ones that gained such an ability. 
The woman was delighted by the change that the abilities brought to the world and she quickly rose through the ranks, eventually becoming an Apex Predator, classified as one of the strongest humans in the world. But in the end, her abilities were for naught. 
The invaders were far stronger than any Apex Predator and no amount of technology and magic engineering could suppress the invaders.  
Humanity fought valiantly, yet in just several decades. 
Their final bastion, the Empire of the South Eastern Seas finally collapsed from the attacks of the invaders. 
At this moment, the woman reckoned that she was the only survivor. 
But why did these invaders invade her homeland in the first place? 
Even now, the woman still couldn't find the answer to this burning question of hers. 
And from the looks of it, she'll forever be curious even as a ghost. 
"Write it down." 
A charming voice belonging to a man suddenly rang out. 
The fog that surrounded the woman disappeared and she found herself standing in the middle of a deep valley. Above her were several hundreds of invaders. They were staring at her with this triumphant look in their eyes. 
But the woman's eyes weren't focused on these invaders. 
Instead, they were focused on the image of a trembling man standing at the edge of the valley. 
"You..." 
"You're that..." 
"You're that coward!" 
"You're that coward who instead of fighting for the sake of the homeland, insists on writing on that stupid book instead!" 
"How are you alive?" 
"How come that you're alive?" 
"Everyone is already dead, but you're still alive?" 
"On what basis?!" 
"How is a coward like you still alive?!" 
The woman suddenly became hysterical.  
She lost all her dignity as the Goddess of the Blade and started cursing at the trembling man. 
The man cowered in fear when he saw the actions of the Goddess of the Blade. But her words made sense for him. 
Yes, he was a coward. 
After acquiring his Calling, Diary-Keeper. He had never done anything other than write.  
He thought that he'd become stronger than anyone just by writing and he did! 
From Diary-Keeper, he became a Scribe, a Historian and now, he was a Keeper of History. 
He still wanted to advance, the next sequence of his calling was Author. 
He reckoned that in order to become an Author. He must write books. 
Unfortunately, he didn't have the time nor the leeway to write a book. 
In the end, he got stuck as a Keeper of History and now, the end times have arrived. 
His Great Book of History has reached its limits and only a single sentence could be written.  
Every word that a Keeper of History wrote into the Great Book of History could never be changed. Anyone, including those that have the capability to transcend time, would be unable to go back and change the history that was already written in the Great Book of History. 
This was the reason why the invaders kept the man alive. 
He was basically their shield against time-transcending humans that may go back to the past and change the course of history from there. 
But the powers of a Keeper of History were limited. 
To be exact, the pages of the Great Book of History was limited. 
It was said that if he ascended and became an Author. He would be able to change, write, delete everything as much as he wanted, but alas. The man never had the opportunity to ascend. 
In fact, he didn't even understand what an Author was. 
Profession Ascension required a deep understanding of that particular profession and since the man didn't understand what an Author was. It was basically impossible for him to become an Author. 
Only a single final sentence could be written within the Great Book of History.  
But a single sentence was enough to seal the fate of humanity. 
"What's wrong? Write it... That's the final page of the Great Book of History, right? Go ahead. Write it. Write the end."  
The charming voice spoke once again. 
The man trembled as his hand holding the pen floated over the last space of the Great Book of History's final page. 
Once he wrote the final sentence, there was no going back. 
The true end of humanity would come. 
The woman beneath the valley seemed to have recognized this as she cried out. 
"No!" 
"Don't..." 
"Don't write it!" 
"Let them kill you, but don't write it!" 
"Do you really think that they are going to let you off once you've done your job?" 
"No!"  
"These sons of bitches are the devils! They will never honor a promise!" 
"Shut up!" 
The charming voice coldly responded and his voice seemed to transform into an incomparably sharp blade that sliced the head of the woman from her shoulders.  
Just like that, the life of the Goddess of the Blade ended. 
"Ah..." 
"Ahhh!!!" 
The man loudly screamed and tears rolled down his cheeks as he let out a sorrowful cry. 
"How pathetic... 
"Just write the final sentence already and I'll grant you a painless death." 
"I am not a completely cold man, so you can consider that painless death as my reward for your service. The great traitor of humanity." The charming voice's tone of speaking suddenly became filled with intense mocking. 
The trembling man sucked a mouthful of cold air. 
His eyes reddened and he seemed to have lost his mind as he cried out. 
"Fine... You want me to write?" 
"I'll write it then..." 
"I'll write..." 
"I'll write..." 
"I'll write!!!" 
The pen landed on the final page and left its mark as it wrote the final sentence of the Great Book of History. 
Out of defiance and deep regret, the Scribe, the Historian, The Keeper of History, and the great traitor of humanity wrote at the final pages of the Great Book of History. 
"With my body as the sacrifice, I'll turn back time, change the past, and change the harrowing destiny of humanity!" 
As the pen wrote the exclamation mark, the Great Book of History closed on its own for it has already completed its job. 
It transformed into a dazzling light before diving into the forehead of the historian. 
[You have exhausted the pages of the Great Heavenly Profound Treasure: The Great Book of History.]  
[You have witnessed everything and wrote the end times of Humanity while staying true to the facts.] 
[Your name has left its mark on The Great Book of History.] 
[You have become the Author of The Great Book of History.] 
[Congratulations to the user for becoming an Apex Predator in the Writer Profession!] 
[You have obtained the Calling: Author of Fate.] 
[With your will as the canvas and your body as the ink. The Author of Fate wrote...] 
[I'll turn back time, change the past, and change the harrowing destiny of humanity!]

Calvin Villanueva was once heralded as the savior of the world. His might was unrivaled despite possessing the weakest class in Las Felipinas. But in a cruel twist of fate, his achievements were turned against him and in a span of a single night, he went from experiencing heaven to plunging into the deepest parts of hell.

Captured and imprisoned by the Sucklings, an alien invader who came from a different realm. Calvin became their Scribe, the Keeper of History, and ultimately... He arrived at the peak of the weakest Writer Profession and became the Author of Fate. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The world was now in ruins and Calvin only had a single choice in front of him. 

It was death.

He may have chosen death but he had proven before his death that he was indeed the true savior of humanity.

Manipulating fate, twisting time and space... 

Calvin went back to the past for a second chance to turn things around!

This is a story of someone who was once at the peak, striving to return to the summit while correcting his past mistakes, against all odds, and clashes against unscrupulous gods and the supernatural he shall once again find his own path to the top.

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Adventure, Action, Evil Gods, Evil Religions, Goddesses, Hidden Abilities, Industrialization, Mature Protagonist, Manipulative Characters, Mystery Solving, Mythology, Nobles, Time Travel

Disclaimer: 

Reviews comparing the novel to scog will be deleted. Don't be so braindead to think that just because the mc has similar circumstances to the mc of that novel the novel is now a copycat of that awesome novel.

By that logic, all isekai is a copy of the Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court and all FPS games are a copy of Halo.

Read on and if you hate the similarity then, move on.

Thanks!

In the mornings, in the absence of Valentina, I could receive customers in a corner of the living room and advance my service without interference. Many times I thought about carrying the computer and the dictionaries home, but it was perhaps what David needed to get me out of the company. He had already greatly reduced my quota, with some reason.  It was not for him to bear the wages of a dozen writers who, rightly or wrongly, were entrusted with my responsibilities. But with five per cent of Melo & Silva, he said, I could lead the life of a nawab, have lunch in Paris and dine in New York, dive in the Caribbean with my wife, go around the world until I get dizzy. And I was just thinking about Valentina's next vacation, on the day that David burst into my room with a new phone, talking louder than usual.

It was the first time I saw that model and, distracted, I almost forgot to hide the monitor. But between my fingers, he must have seen a heart, diamonds, a king, an eight of swords, the green screen. There was a time I just turned on the computer to play solitaire.

He was on a call with the Russian, apologizing on my behalf for the word committed, for the deadline, for the advance spent abroad, for the derisive contractual fine. He hung up and said that if I did not care, he would outsource the Russian's book because he had just hired a boy who was a genius, and I do not know if he was bluffing or if he just intended to trample me. Anyway, I closed the game, rolled up my sleeves, put my fingers on the keyboard, sailed from Arkhangelsk, entered Santos Bay, and preferred not to listen to the Russian's tapes. I was a fair and healthy young man when I entered Santos Bay, I wandered through the streets of Sao Paulo and met Maria. When I heard Maria sing, I fell in love with her language – and after three pernicious months, I felt I had the story of the Russian at my fingertips. Writing came spontaneously, in a rhythm that was not mine – and it was in Teresa's leg potato that I wrote the first words in her native language. At first, she even liked it, she was flattered when I told her I was writing a book on her. Then she became jealous, she refused to let me touch her body, she said that I was only looking for her to write in her, and the book was already in the seventh chapter when she abandoned me. Without her, I was off the rails, I returned to the preface, my knowledge of the language regressed, I even thought to drop everything and returning to Arkhangelsk. I spent the days in a catatonic state, in front of a blank sheet of paper, I had become addicted to Teresa. I tried to write something in myself, but it was not as good, so I went to Augusta Avenue look for whores.

I paid to write on them, and perhaps, I had paid them beyond what I owed because they mimicked orgasms that robbed me of all concentration. I ringed at Teresa's house, she was married, I cried, she gave me her hand, allowed me to write a few words while her husband did not come. I began to harass the trainees, who sometimes let me write on their blouses, then on the fold of the arm, where they felt ticklish, then on the skirt, on the thighs. And they showed these writings to her colleagues, who appreciated them very much, and they went up to my apartment and asked me to write the book in their faces, at the neck, then they would undress the blouse and offer me their breasts, bellies and backs. And they supplied my writings to new colleagues to read, who came up to my apartment and begged me to tear off their panties, and the black of my letters glistened on their pinkish buttocks. Young women came and went, and my book was scattered around, each chapter flying to one side. That's when the one who laid in my bed and taught me to write back and forth appeared. Zealous of my writings, only she could read them, looking at herself in the mirror, and at night she erased what had been written so that I would never cease to write my book in her. And she became pregnant of me, and in her belly, the book gained new forms.

And went on for days and nights without pause, without eating a sandwich, locked in the agency's room, until I could, at the limit of strength, utter the final phrase: "She got on top of me. That might be the subject of an interesting story, but my story is ended."

I returned to the beginning of the text and revised. Revising a book always was a time of extreme attachment to me. Soon soon, it would have a new author, and giving up a ready and finished book was always painful, even for a hard-nosed professional like me. But the Russian's book, perhaps because it was written in a spurt, I could not even enjoy it, the words escaped me. Newly written words, as quickly as they had been written, were no longer my own. I could see my words on the screen and, horrified, I imagined they would abandon me as the Russian lost hair.

I printed the book, I leafed through it for the last time, and because it felt like it was my last book, I did not want to sell it for any more money. I got to keep the originals in the drawer, I locked it, then I thought about David's face, I opened the drawer. I slipped the packet into a brown envelope, wrote on the label, by hand, the title 'From Brazil, Without Love', and the letters went pale, it seemed that my own ink was running out of it.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

Hey Guys,

Author-san here,

Just wanted to let you guys know about my current situation.

First of all, I am glad that you guys are able to enjoy this book, and so am I to see your reactions to every chapter. My initial aim when starting this book was not to create the best fan-fiction. That's right. I never intended to create this book in the first place.

You see guys, I am a lazy bum in the real world, and pretty much a loser when seen in current society. I am an introvert who barely makes friends and spend all my time watching anime, tv shows, movies etc in various different languages. I also read manga, light novels, cultivation novels. However, I have never even bothered to read fan-fictions (a shame really!).
I am a quitter, when it comes to doing work!
I pretty much lose interest in whatever I start in the matter of minutes or within one or two days.
Back in my school days, I would write books or potential new anime plots all by myself and show them off to friends. They would ridicule me at times, later on, they never bothered as final exams came up...

Before I started this book, I had a month off from Uni, during December holidays. While everyone in the hostel I live travelled back to their hometowns, I lived all alone.
I thought, why not write a book on this website for fun. (I did not realize inkstone existed, nor was I aware of originals book section.)

I initially wanted to write an original, for fun. So I started browsing around for a few guidelines on how to start a book and what books were trending.
Funny thing is this website tends to have quite a lot of those I accidentally married a CEO books.
I am like, really? I who had no experience in romance had to write this kind of a genre (to try and attract crowd...)

Hmm? What's this?
I came across a book written by webnovel authors. a guideline book for starting out with a new novel on this website.

I read across a few guidelines to start a new story.
The first point I came across was, to start as an author, it would be better to gain experience by starting to write a fan fiction.

I am like, that's a great idea...
And the first thought was for me to write Naruto, since I was kinda missing it since the show ended and went on with the boruto series.

I read a lot of reincarnation novels, with tales of demons and gods concept being one of my favorites. So, I was like, why not send Naruto back into the past, this time instead of a book, I would use something related to Otsutsuki clan as a base to send Naruto back.

And bam! I ended up starting this book on the evening of 22nd of December 2018.

Back then, my aim was to test my will power to stick to a promise I made to myself. I will not quit until I finish the first book of the story ie. the Early Naruto timeline.

And here we are today!

So that's the story behind starting this book.

I want you all to know, that as much as I would like to spend every spare moment I have to update this book. I am being burdened by duties in real life.

Ever since the day I started this book, I have been working myself to the bone to turn myself into a better person than the person I was yesterday.

Recently, I have been frustrated with all my piling up work in real life, and some new routines I have started like jogging 5km in the morning, and now I am kind of poor as well...

So author-san here is looking for a part-time job now.

So here's how my day goes (at least this is how it looks on weekdays.)

Get up

Go jogging

Get ready

Go Uni

Come Back

Cook

Eat

Finish Work (HW and projects)

Type a chapter

Wait a few mins to read comments

Go to sleep.

Repeat.

I barely eat once a day and pretty much occupied with the rest of the day.

Despite this, I have been doing research and work day and night to improve my skill and interact with you guys.

The most funniest fact is despite all the work I do, I still seem like a jobless guy on the surface.
(angry)

If you guys have been counting, despite promising to upload 7 chapters a week, I do manage to add in extra chapters here and then, for ex. the recent week had nine chapters in total.

I write with the flow, and the new chapters are taking up quite the toll on me since everything from the last few chapters have all been original, as you all may have noticed.

Especially the last four or five chapters took almost twice the time as usual, (close to 4 hours to come up with ideas and type.)

Now, if I do get a part-time job, I will still do my best to keep up with the regular updates.

But all I ask for you guys, is to be patient.

I as the author am not able to read my book with enthusiasm like you guys since I already know what's going to happen, so despite all the fun you guys have, I don't really get the same reaction on my side. It's like I am a deaf person who reads lips and understand what you guys are saying, at least that's how it feels to be as an author, which is why I read your comments.

I hope I have been able to provide you guys with the same experience you get like you used to watch the anime, where there are scene changes, POV changes and you get to see a bit of everyone's POV here and there.

Once again I want everyone to appreciate the fact that the work that all the original authors do are free and are not really pushed by money like many other novels, except in very little cases where the chapters are being supported on *******.

Thank You for taking your time to read this novel.

I will complete this novel to the very END!

Next chapter at usual time!

Sincerely

indie131998 (Sudharshan Sundar)

After facing off the last of the Õtsutsuki clan members a forbidden seal activates on the last descendant's body sending Naruto back into the past before his change began.  Naruto is back in the academy with a few days remaining before the academy graduation exam. Naruto now has the opportunity to relive either as a loser who became the hero or awaken as a reborn genius that surpassed all his peers and changes the future.

Naruto Anime Vs Novel.

Canon - Check
FlashBacks - Check
Talk no Jutsu - Check
Side Character Development - Check
Sakura's stupidity - Check
Fillers between Battles - Check
Long Ass Arcs - Check
Multiple Scene Changes like Episode - Check

Everything you love in the anime, everything you hate about the anime is in this novel.

This story is to recreate the emotions of watching the episodes everyday.

Let's all reaccompany Naruto for one last time.

- Peace


Warning: I do not own this franchise. All characters belong to the respective owner.

Requirements to read: Must have prior knowledge of Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, and Boruto (Boruto movie works as well!).

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