When people are rich, every breath is grand…

Exchange for the Golden Flood Dragon template. Transform into a Flood Dragon, stirring up trouble.

Exchange for the True Dragon template. True Dragon descends, wielding divine authority.

Exchange for the Golden Crow template. As the Sun incarnate, source of all fire, born with ten suns…

Some animes/Light Novels/Manga/Webnovels that would serve as great templates for Fanfics.

Sadly barely anyone makes stories about them

Some animes/Light Novels/Manga/Webnovels that would serve as great templates for Fanfics.

Sadly barely anyone makes stories about them. (some of them do have quite a bit of Fanfics)

This is not a true novel. It is, in fact, just me writing parodies of the popular novel templates. It can be anything, from the cold-blooded assassin of the 21st Century that got reincarnated to the usual Xanxia and its many tropes.
If you think they are funny, or even better, really looked like a few novels, that meant I did a great job. Feel free to comment if you think I missed a specific sentence or a plot that I forgot, like, in VR novel, the MC is always an "expert", "he is an expert", "such expert".

It is truly a side project, so no scheduled update, it is meant to help me write my true novel. As for the end of this project, when people will stop doing the same thing, over and over and over again, expecting something to change, that is when I will stop it.

* Orthodox Writing

Everyone knows what format a web novel is written in : Protagonist starts at the lowest point, gains a cheat, then kicks asses of various levels depending on difficulty.

These protagonists (only talking about male targeted audience) come in various types :
 01. Sword wielding ones – most popular bunch.
 02. Treasure wielders
 03. Having an expert mentors, etc. 


There are many more, and all of these are common templates, which are frequently used.


* What readers seek ?

It is a misconception that the protagonist of a story must be like an expert, who never loses, and searches for something elusive such as 'the peak of the sword' etc.

Actually, the readers do not care what kind of person the protagonist is, as they might be reading multiple web novels in a single day. What the readers search for are only three things :
 1. Authority
 2. Success
 3. Improvement

A web novel is a wish fulfillment novel, where the readers imagine themselves to be the Protagonist. This is why the Protagonist must, after a certain point, have high status in the story, success in all fields, whether academic or relationship, and a tremendous improvement compared to their past selves.

Such protagonists are called as the Orthodox Protagonists, who follow the pre-defined templates.


* Unorthodox Writing

Consider a typical scenario :

A teenage boy of sixteen pulls a holy sword from a rock, becoming a hero. Eventually, he sets off with a party of four – the hero wielding a sword, a barbarian man with a shield, an beautiful elf with a bow and arrow, and an innocent and curvy healer.

This is a common template, which has been used and refined over the years, with the hero who wields the sword being the Protagonist. The sword wielding hero will eventually seduce the elf and the innocent healer, and the barbarian man will become his best friend and right hand man (a.k.a. his subordinate).

Such web novels are difficult to write, as they have been already explored, and the readers are fed up with it.

This calls for a change in perspective.

Perhaps a story centered around the barbarian man.

Remember that your web novel must be "immersive", just like a good video game. If a novel is very immersive, then it will be hard for the readers to part with your created world.


* How to make a web novel immersive ?

01. Your Protagonist must not be a typical protagonist. In the above example, he can be anyone other than the sword wielding hero, like the barbarian man, the demon king, a merchant in the world, the king of the human world, etc.

The reason is that the template protagonists are usually elusive, and they are not much in contact with the world because of their 'mission'. On the other hand, a 'mob character' is more connected to the world, yet does not attract as much aggro as these supposedly main characters.

02. Your Protagonist must be a typical mortal.

Unlike the typical protagonists with indomitable wills and heavenly luck, your Protagonist can be a person with faults, like being greedy, lazy, or arrogant, etc.

These faults help the character to fit in the world better.

03. Your Protagonist should be affected by the world around him.

For example, if the Protagonist is a merchant, then he might hear of the hero's expedition and guess the demands in market for weapons, communication devices, food, etc. and make a killing.

Another example, if the Protagonist is a human city lord with a demon wife, he would proceed on a city expansion path to protect his demon acquaintances.
The point is, just as a hero has his quest, mob characters also have their own quests.


* Reference

The best example for Unorthodox Writing is Fang Xiang's masterpiece "The World of Cultivation".

Even the pets in this novel have their own characters and personalities, and aren't just weapons or mounts. They are just like pets in real life- we do not expect our pets to work. We only keep them because of our emotional attachment.

Need guidance, or ideas for novels ?

This is the perfect place !

Different ideas with comprehensive explainations.

Inspire yourself today !

( Yes, I know it sounds cheesy.)

There was nothing I was nothing nothing was there nothing existed nothing was everything and everything was nothing then out of-nothing was a brilliant flash of white then gold then silver then blue red orange green purple grey pink brown and so so so many more then finally black then darkness.

After that the darkness felt different for there was something that wasn't nothing for I was something for there where little dots of color that still persisted in the black darkness that existed that was so different then the nothingness before but yet still the same. 

 I existed and now was something I was something so different yet the same  like the darkness before me then all of a sudden a black box with silver writing appeared before me.

Black box
(Hello inconsistency's as u are an anomaly and are somehow older then then even my existence and have borne witness to the creation of the first universe of an entirely new Omni and multi verse u have been given these options of creation and the title borne of nothing and everything son of existence and the name inconsiderables, the options I mentioned before are these templates)

(A/N the options below don't show evry option there is but the only the ones that matter at this moment)

:Templates
Vampire, Werewolf, Mage, Fae, Beast, Angel, Promethean, Mummy, Wraith, Hunter, Scion, Demon. 

Black box
(As the first of the now newly named inconsiderable's u have first pick of these many many many options but know the option u pick will take 1/2 of the option and only one other inconsiderable can take the same basic template as you good day inconsiderable and have fun existing and being in reborn within a corporeal form)

What is this I'm an inconsiderable ?I'm borne of nothing and everything son of existence ? What's a corporeal form and what is existence ?there's more of me but I thought I was the only me and I'm the first of me ?of course I'm the first me I'm me . 

So I have to choose these options what option should I choose I know I'll choose this one because it's the first on and I'm the first one! Perfect now how do I choose never mind I don't feel like thinking or seeing anymore, then everything went to the same darkness from the beginning.

This book has been moved over to my new account,
Link here, and Link in comment to this book's new link.
It's called the previous name, 
Order & Recieve: Koju Reawakened
In a day's time, all chapters up with the new chapter will be released there.
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For those wondering, why this is in the original section instead of the fanfic sec, I'm just moving away from the fanfic section and this is a writing where anime/mana/etc plots aren't a part of the story, It's using things as templates. Doesn't mean it's a original or anything, as anime/manga/etc character's will come into play at some point though not an important part of the story nor frequent nor the focus.
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This account had been abandoned,

Not sure how many had made it to here but, this is important for those wanting for this to come back,
It isn't.
I've stopped reading, watching, and just generally doing lots of things and as such, at this point, writing a fanfic like this {World Travel} with anime and stuff is going to limit me far too much. It will cost me far too long to research this and that to stay accurate when I know and remember nothing.
One piece, solo leveling, the worlds so far here, I've basically forgotten those worlds plots, see the problem? It would waste so much time that I'm not willing to give at this point. The style of this also makes me hate it so much...
Also, I won't make this needlessly long but,
For those who might have seen my other thing, Order & Receive : Koju Reawakened might be saying 'Then why are you doing another World Travel fic?' well to that, It's an easy answer.
That fanfic isn't about interacting with the MC and storyline of a world, it is simply using the worlds as templates. Of course, there will be familiar interactions with characters some point but... nothing that will be the focus or will impact much. Original Worlds influenced by some manga/anime/stuff, I don't have to do TOO much research and I aren't restricted.
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Last thing, this account is getting abandoned by me, I'll be moving Order & Receive : Koju Reawakened over {Will give notice for that in that}, but this account will be abandoned as there is no way to delete one, not that I know of. {If you know how, please do tell.}
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With that, I offer a moment of silence for this fallen 2.5/5-star writing.
TLDR: I've lost the little weebness I had, lol. I forgot most things. This account is going to be abandoned in a bit. O&R: KR moved to other account.

Riloth 19th the 5th
Dear Spellbook,
This coffee stuff is growing on me. I didn't expect it to, seeing as my body seems to restore itself to this state of misery every day. 
Show me the doodle I ripped out the today before.
It seems pages not in you during a reset don't come back with us. Before when I ripped pages out they would return at dawn the next day, that at least tells us that the resets occur before dawn. I was up till 12:40 last night, but I dozed off and on all night and missed it again. I'm going to need to take a nap one of these todays to figure that out.
[Doodles of Daulf trying to wrangle a giant goat]
Riloth 17th
That morning I was not woken by a thunderous knock, Daulf being busy saving the world or something. The first thing I did that day was ring the room service bell to see about getting a bath. Simon was not on duty that day and I never caught the names of most of the other attendants. They directed me to a room on the first floor behind the kitchen.
What I expected was a small private room with a wooden bathing tub. What I got surpassed my wildest dreams. Well, wildest bathing-related dreams at least.
It was quite possibly the single most magnificent thing I have seen in my entire life. The bathhouse was made entirely from marble. A long pool took up the floor entirely beyond the entryway. The pool was one hundred feet long and twenty feet wide, and every ten feet it had an opening for a private bathing area. My first step in was magical. I can literally do magic, and it was magical. I think that if I could cast Clean, I would still come here every day just to experience it.
The water was JUST on the edge of being unbearably hot, and it smelled wonderful, like a mix of roses and fresh crisp winter air after snow. The entire chamber was made of the purest white marble and the floor of the pool —also marble—was so smooth it was as if I wasn't even touching the floor but floating. At first I thought the water might become stagnant, but once I was chest-deep I noticed a subtle flow to the pool. If I let it take me it drew me to a drain in the very center. Looking down at the drain through the water I could make out the faint lines of ward runes.
The private bathing areas were ten-foot square enclaves along the edge of the pool. The rooms had submerged benches and enchanted braziers outside the water you could ladle water onto to fill the enclave with steam, and lounging benches outside the water to lay on. You could seal the area off and get out of the pool and enjoy a private sauna. I had balked at the two silver entry fee, but I would easily pay double for this.
I may have gotten carried away with the description of the bath, needless to say, I stayed there till lunch. They wouldn't deliver it to the bath even though the kitchen was RIGHT THERE. Simon's second betrayal of many.
After a long bath and a quick lunch, I headed out to check out the libraries in town. Everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing today so I decided to get to work translating the passages you showed me.
Asking the front desk of the hotel, not Simon, I was directed to the town's library. For a town of Crossroads size, the library was out of place. I speak from experience, having seen a lot of libraries in my day and browsed countless books. Don't be jealous, they didn't mean anything to me.
Something about this library seemed not to fit the town. I had seen larger libraries and fancier libraries but never one with so much... weight? As if the knowledge inside was affecting the world around it in a tangible way.
The library was built in the same style and colors as the Parlor. The steps leading up to the front door were a miniature version of the grand stairs leading up to the Parlor. Above the entrance, a sign read "Crystal Dragon Book Repository". The sign showed a dragon coiled possessively around a horde of books.
On the door was carved a notice "Books cannot leave the premise." As I opened the door and stepped through it, the open door revealed that the threshold was inscribed with intricate warding runes. At the time I did not notice these, but it is strange that I've seen two instances of rune wards in this small town when I'd only ever seen a handful in my life. There must be a resident warder somewhere. This could be a great opportunity to learn the skill. The few who know it outside of the dwarves guard the art as much as the dwarves do.
Inside there was a sign on a lecture with the same message and I was greeted with, "Good afternoon, welcome to the Crystal Dragon Book Repository. Books cannot leave the premises. How can I assist you today?" The speaker was an elderly man who stood behind a desk. He was dressed in a less fanciful variation of the uniform worn by the Parlor staff and was working on a book's binding as I walked in.
Looking me up and down I saw recognition in his eyes, "Oh yes, you must be Apprentice Theral! Kine told me to expect you. I am the keeper of this wondrous collection, you can call me Jarreth. What can I help you find? An epic? A romance? An epic romance?"
He said the last one with a wink.
I'm not sure how he got word to this man so fast. Kine, apparently the name of the man at the desk, must have some magical means of communication with Jarreth. This is another odd quirk of yours. I could not remember Kine's name while writing about speaking to him, even though I learned it later and since forgot. I could have told you the number of buttons on his shirt had I tried, but not a name I didn't know in that moment. I suspect there is something going on here beyond simple memory enhancement. Some of the things I'm remembering don't seem possible for me to have perceived, even passively, when the events occurred. The runes on the door jam, for instance, I know I was not looking at the floor as I crossed the threshold because I read the sign as soon as the door opened.
I digress. I get distracted easily as you are learning. But you also are a book and are incapable of caring. Right?
So back to the library. In answer to Jarreth's offer of aid, I pulled out a sheet of the unknown text which I tore out of you that morning. "I'm afraid my pursuits are a hair more academic in nature. I am looking to translate this text, do you recognize it?"
It seemed like I came to the right man for while studying the page he began to speak excitedly "I can't say that I have. This is fascinating. This could be a Pre-Flood script that didn't survive the trip to The Continent. The writing implement seems to be some sort of dull tipped quill, which rules out the Dwarves and Gnomes and all the other deep dwellers who developed writing using sharp chisels. The elves have records from their original written language and that used brushes and looked nothing like this. Orcs didn't write before... They still don't really write. The Demonblood script is known to me and is more certainly not this, again like the elves has survived the ages unchanged. And halflings never had a script of their own." He stopped and took a breath.
"So what we have here is either a lost human language or—" He paused, maybe to think, but I suspect it was for dramatic effect, "a script of an unblessed sentient race."
Unblessed sentient race is a very scholarly way of saying monster. Minotaurs, harpies, sirens, centaurs, goblins, and so on. The races the gods created but lacked the full capacity of thought they wanted to imbue into the races of men. Some can be as smart or smarter than men, but those with cunning lack in other areas. A kobold can make a trap of a complexity that would surpass the work of a human but they can't count past eight or control themselves when they see a shiny object.
He continued "I am afraid to say, but no book here is going to help you identify this language, but you're free to see that for yourself. I recommend you start in aisle 4 D. If you have any more text like this, I'd love to see it."
"Thank you for your advice. I think I will try anyway. Unfortunately, that page is all I have but I will keep you in mind if I find more, or translate it." I lied.
The stacks of books were spectacular. Each shelf reached the full height to the ten-foot ceiling and had a ladder on a track that ran its length. The shelves themselves were made of slabs of marble that left me with many questions as to their construction method.
I fought my worst nature and surveyed the recommended section. To my father's endless frustration, my typical "strategy" when first entering a new library, was to wander aimlessly until something struck my eye and read it cover to cover before picking something new. After a few hours, I made a discovery: Jarreth was correct. None of the books had anything close to the language in your pages.
One thing about the library that is coming back to me now, which I hadn't realized at the time, was that each book had a small gemstone set somewhere on the book and it was surrounded by a rune. Most were on the spine but some were on the inside cover. I will have to go back and investigate those. Runes and wards are very rare outside of dwarven holds.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. Simon was off duty so Kine brought my dinner up to the room. While the room rates were extortion the meals were fair, expensive for sure, but worth every copper bit. I spent a lovely evening alone in my room, and eventually decided to study the spellforms in your pages
I tried to decipher the Light spellform that night as well, but I couldn't figure it out. Its appearance didn't match the lessons my mother taught me or the crude examples she drew. Each spellform, or so I was taught, is drawn on a frame of three concentric circles. The outer frame is the anchor for the construct template. The middle ring holds the locations of the gate you must enter the Arcane Realm through, and the inner ring holds the Font you are drawing from. Between the middle and inner rings lies the path. Each of these is represented by complicated swirling curved lines that mean nothing in and of themselves but hold in them Imbued Will with the knowledge needed to learn the spell.
The spellforms in your pages are wrong. Sorry if that offends you but they look incomplete. They have only two framing circles, the construct and the Font. Furthermore, the construct is far more complicated than it should be for a cantrip. I'd say my mother's lessons were completely wrong, but the Font is identical as she described. Who was your previous owner?
Maybe if I can figure out what's written below it will shed some light on the mystery. I took a stab at trying to translate that text that matched the language of the spell. This is not going to be an easy process. I planned to spend the night translating that document, but I couldn't recognize any of the text. It doesn't resemble any language and without something to go off of, I'm at an impasse. Is it an impasse if you've made zero progress before being forced to stop? 
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-Leads-
Leads:
House Barion
Landing Command tent
Giant north of the town
Outlaws out in forest ruins.
Investigate runes
Baths
Before writing I'd say that day had been uneventful, but those runes are certainly something I need to investigate. Runes are very rare outside of the Dwarven holds. Not that I or anyone I'd ever met before Edgewater had ever been to one. Another lead that's unlikely to lead to the cause of this prison, but it is an oddity that should not be overlooked and maybe a big opportunity.
Needless to say, the baths require extensive further study.
Resources
Library
Copy my To Do list below the line I will draw.
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 To Do
Find a way out of these resets
Find others aware of the resets
Find a way to wake up early
Cure this hangover
Learn the capabilities of this book
Learn the language of the spellforms
Learn how to read spellforms
Learn spellform writing
Interesting. I can give you a command that's delayed to a trigger. This definitely requires some more exploring.
I'm off to spend the rest of the night in the bath till the reset. I think I might try to sneak some food in. What are they going to do, kick me out?
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Dear Spellbook, 
I snuck pastries into the bath last night but they got really gross in the heat and humidity. In here but now I can't relax. I keep thinking about my life before this loop. My parents, our travels, my "training". 
I grew up on the road, traveling with my parents. We traveled all over The Continent, looking through private libraries and forgotten ruins. We never stayed in a place as nice as the Crystal Dragon, my father would have shared Roland's sentiment of the rates, but his idea of luxurious relaxation was discovering a new edition of a book he'd previously read and trying to identify the differences. From memory. Without reading the footnotes. How he won my mother I never knew. We'd stay in the larger cities for longer, sometimes over a year, but when we did either my mother or father would disappear for weeks at a time without giving a very convincing reason why. My father was always looking for any scrap of pre-Flood history, and my mother was torturing me to unlock my sorcerous powers. And when I say torture, I do mean torture. A sorcerer doesn't learn new spells through study and patience. They manifest spells when faced with a life-or-death situation. To "teach" me, my mother would create situations where I believed my life to be in danger. Manufactured life or death situations are less effective than real ones because part of your mind knows what's happening, but all that means is that it takes longer—and you need to try more often.
To learn to manifest fire, I was soaked in water and left in a pit during the winter with a pile of rags and paper. Most nights ended with me succumbing to hypothermia and being rescued. Finally, one night shortly before my scheduled unconsciousness, I willed fire into being and ignited the pile of combustibles. My mother was impressed that it only took me two weeks to learn, she told me it had taken her three—and that had been a record for her clan. At that, I started to suspect that maybe my mother ran away from home instead of being cast out.
In similar fashions, my mother stranded me in a small sailboat in a barracuda-infested lake, so I could learn to manifest wind. I learned mage hand early in that week while trying to catch something to eat and finally got the hang of gust when my boat started to take on water and I started to panic.
She tried to teach me Arcane Armor by throwing stones at me while I was tied to a tree, but instead, I teleported away. She saw that as a failure on my part and tied me back up, this time blindfolded.
On top of those, I learned a spell or two the old-fashioned way. Real, un-manufactured, peril. When our donkey got spooked and dragged our cart off a cliff, I saved us by slowing our fall with a focused upward blast of wind. Unfortunately, I could only save my parents and me, the donkey did not make it.
When a pack of wolves attacked our camp, my small flame-producing skill grew into a genuine Firebolt to drive them away.
I don't want you to think that my mother was sadistic. Can you think? I suspect you must have some level of cognition. She was not cruel, she was preparing me for the world. Without being able to replicate the standard repertoire of any Tower or Stormcaller Wizard apprentice, there is no way I would survive on my own in the continent. Not if I wanted to make use of my abilities that is.
A huge red flag that a "wizard" is actually a sorcerer in disguise is a lack of variety in the abilities they display. If all it took to fool a Seeker was to lug around a book of doodles, there would be a lot more sorcerers running around. A sorcerer's power manifests as a spell that best solves the immediate problem, but if you can already do something that will almost solve the problem, the spell you manifest is likely to be a growth from that.
For example, when the wolves attacked, I was able to cast Firebolt because I could already create fire. When all you have is a hammer, everything is a nail. When all you can cast is Firebolt, most of your problems get solved by being lit on fire. Once a sorcerer learns one element, they rarely learn to manifest a second; narrowly focused elementalists are on the Seekers short list of suspects. Being able to cast Firebolt and Lightning Bolt is often enough to deter suspicion.
I wasn't clear yesterday on the wizardry aspect of my training. I wrote of constructs, but I have never explained them. I meant to but got distracted by that spellform. A mental construct is what a wizard must use to harness the fonts to an intended effect. When casting, wizards do not simply build these on the fly, but instead build them from the images of them they store in their minds, exerting will in the effort. I refer to them as templates, though I am sure they have some official name amongst the classically trained.
The first step in learning wizardry is to learn to build a place in your mind to store these templates. From this mental vault, you can then learn to access the arcane realm, and this vault governs the shape that realm takes in your mind. My mother's vault takes the form of a ship at sea, and to her, the arcane realm is an ocean floor. Mine is a small apartment and when I exit a door to the arcane realm it appears as an endless city.
To cast a spell a wizard must have these templates stored in their mind. Without them, the complexity of a spell is too much to create in a moment. The more of these a wizard maintains, the more spells they have access to at any moment, but holding more in your mind reduces the amount of will you have available when fully rested. I have heard of ritual casting but never seen it. I suspect that is a method of casting to bypass the need for templates, but it requires ward-like runes as well.
When my mother taught me spells, it was these templates that she taught me to shape in my mind. Each night I must check the integrity of them to make sure they do not decay. If I catch the decay, I can repair it, but if they are lost I doubt I would be able to rebuild them.
This is the magic, if you will, of spellforms. A wizard can copy a template from their spellbook in a relatively short time, even if the one in their mind is completely gone.

Live. Study. Repeat.

Tal is a sorcerer in a world where they are killed on sight, traveling with a man charged with carrying out the task. Every night Tal must pretend to study his spellbook to maintain his disguise as a Wizard’s Apprentice. If his disguise slips and his charade is uncovered, it will be his death. Seeking answers to mysteries that arose after his parent’s murder, Tal must accept any allies, no matter the risks, to uncover his family’s secret. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself trapped repeating the same day, he has to overcome his challenges all on his own.

If Naga-ashi could turn back time to three days ago, she would see that Lin Sanjiu was having some kind of trouble after finishing the tea. During that time, she had still been sitting inside the tent. Her head was still on top of her shoulders, but her brows were knitted tightly. She would sigh from time to time, earning herself several surreptitious gazes from the tea shop owner.
"Can I really trust this thing? It doesn't look so promising to me though," Lin Sanjiu mumbled as she flipped through the forms in her hand. "There are so few types of templates…This is so difficult. Just how stingy am I as Party A?" 
There were a total of five templates proposed by the [Party B's Designer], which was respectively divided into "Offensive", "Dodge & Defense", "Conceal & Control", "Non-offensive & Household Goods", and "Communication, Travel & Searching". 
She picked the "Non-offensive" as this was the one the looked the most promising out of all. However, she just took a glance at the first column and was stumped by the instructions.
[Please describe the shape of the Special Item in the space provided below.]
[The shape of the Special Item is not only related to its performance but will also directly determine the nature of the Special Item and how it works.]
[Please take note that your description of the Special Item must not include the following three forms:
1. Humanoid
2. The Image of God
3. Convertible Form]
Staring at the instructions, Lin Sanjiu could not come to her senses for a long time.
"Humanoid form is prohibited?" She narrowed her eyes to have a better look, hoping it was not true. Be that as it may, no matter how many times she read through the instructions, it remained the same. "But a humanoid is what I need right now!" she complained exasperatedly.
She put down the template and moved to the next one. Out of the remaining templates, only "Offensive" had the humanoid form under the customization options. No sooner had her eyes glowed up in happiness, then she caught sight of the next line of instructions, and her face scrunched up in disappointment.
[Please take note that the holder will not be able to communicate in any form with an "Offensive" type of Special Item.] 
'This won't work as well.' Lin Sanjiu sighed and picked the "Non-offensive" template. 
Her plan was simple. She needed a doppelganger to help her attract and lure the personalities out of the dark. It would be best if she could lead the personalities down the road to the intersection as she needed more time to mobilize her plan. 
However, nothing could be done without a humanoid Special Item.
'This Special Item is more useless than Puppeteer's puppets.'
"Just leave it blank first. Let's move to the next column," Mrs. Manas suggested. 
The next two instructions were [Please fill in the performance of the Special Item in the space provided below] and [The description of the effect of the Special Item]. As she read further down, her brows furrowed even more.
[Please make sure to conform to the rules as follow before writing down your description: 
1. The maximum area of effect cannot be more than 10 km.
2. The duration of the effect cannot be more than 2 hours. 
3. If the Special Item is set to activate under a certain condition, please make sure the condition corresponds to the effect. Otherwise, the effect will be invalidated.
4. Includes raw material in the description. 
5. The target of the effect should not be more than 1 person. 
6. Life creation is prohibited. 
7. The effect must be within the performance scope of the Special Item.]
Amongst the restrictions, the one that made Lin Sanjiu frowned the most was this—[Please take note that after filling in all the columns, depending on the appearance and performance of the Special Item, further restrictions may be enforced].
Lin Sanjiu fell into thought for a moment. She had no idea what kind of restriction might be enforced, so she reckoned that she must be extra careful when filling the column in. Therefore, after a short bout of hesitation, she decided not to write anything first and continued to read further. 
Aside from the [Activation method], she had to explain the [Circumstance where the Special Item could not be activated] and make up the [History of the Special Item]. Besides that, she also had to think of every possible raw material in the [List of raw materials] to prevent her Special Item from failing during activation. 
Other than the big items, the remaining minor requirements were easy to fulfill. 
'Is there any non-humanoid Special Item that can provide the same result? How about an illusion? I can create an illusion to make people believe that I'm there… No, the target cannot be more than 1 person. This won't cut it.'
Lin Sanjiu let out a deep sigh and the tea shop owner walked towards her. Lin Sanjiu raised her head and she had no idea why, but she felt that the girl's face had gotten even redder. Holding a pot, she asked, "Would you like to order something else? If not, there's another customer waiting for the table."
"Ah, I'm sorry," Lin Sanjiu said as she stood up. She had been so engrossed in customizing her Special Item using the [Party B's Designer] that she had forgotten about the tea. "I'm leaving now."
Since she needed to wait for two days before she could get her hand on the Special Item, she found a hotel and decided to stay in Black's Market. Her brows were still tightly creased in the center of her forehead when she threw herself on the bed. She stared at the form for a long while, but she still could not make up her mind.
"Oh my, you can't force yourself like that. Relax." 
A crisp and sweet voice shattered the silence in the room. Startled, Lin Sanjiu jumped up from the bed and went into her hypersensory state. "Who is that?" she shouted menacingly, glancing around the room. 
Soon enough, she felt something small hop onto her bed behind and rustle the sheets. 
She spun around, and then, she froze. 
A chubby, fingernail-sized, green tea leaf appeared in Lin Sanjiu's vision. She shouted in disbelief, "A-are you the tea leaf I consumed just now?" 
The tea leaf nodded with some difficulty. Like a Japanese Daifuku, it sat obediently on the bed. 
"Don't you know?" It spoke in a low and careful voice as if it was afraid of scaring her again. "I'm the big brother." 
"Hold on. Big brother? That means—"
Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized something before she could finish her sentence. She seemed to have consumed four leaves just now. 
"Aren't you a tea leaf? How can you speak and how did you get out of my stomach?" Lin Sanjiu fired several questions at the tea leaf in front of her. 
'Is it too late for me to spit them out now?'
"Well, we died in your stomach, so we are now what you humans call...a ghost," another similar voice rang out from the corner of the bed. Lin Sanjiu turned her head to see that another leaf had appeared. Including the two "brothers" behind the second leaf, all four of them looked like mirror images of each other. "But don't be startled. We are here to accompany you. We are the companion tea leaves, so relieving your loneliness is our mission."
'Mission? Companion tea leaves? Am I dreaming?' Lin Sanjiu began to question her sanity. 
"Anyway, we are the smartest amongst the companion tea leaves," one of the tea leaves said, "If you have something troubling you, you can tell us and we can discuss it together! You know, three...three…What was that phrase already? Ahh, forget about it. You can talk about any of your concerns to us and we will help you out!" 
'Well…that wasn't helpful at all. Besides, they are called Faint Lights of Wisdom, right?'
Lin Sanjiu let out a sigh and threw the stack of forms on the table. The tea leaf brothers all scattered. They only climbed up the forms and began examining them after the forms had stopped fluttering. 
"All right, let's pool our thoughts together," Lin Sanjiu said although she did not have much hope of them. "I need a non-humanoid Special Item that can create another version of me. A friendly reminder: no illusions or replicas."


Lin Sanjiu is a normal woman in modern-day society. Everyone admires her outstandingly handsome, gentle, and rich boyfriend. However, Lin Sanjiu feels vaguely afraid of this "perfect" boyfriend. She's always felt that her boyfriend looks at her like she's a tasty piece of meat...

The transformation happened one night. Sanjiu got into an argument with her boyfriend, and he finally revealed his true colors. As it turns out, he was a being with special abilities from an apocalyptic world who wanted to eat Sanjiu to help him evolve. To his dismay, he ended up being the one killed by Sanjiu with her hidden abilities instead.

However, Sanjiu's troubles don't end with her dead boyfriend. In fact, the world she resides in is starting to go through unusual changes. This world is becoming a scorching hot hellhole...

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