Like every other Story about Video Games, trying to become the best!

At the Teleportation Site in the East city, Randy and Zhen Yi walked side by side.

Now, their house was near the Teleportation Site. Only a few minutes walked and they will arrive at their house.

The restaurant still had not officially opened yet.

They went to the 'Headquarter' for their guild to wash up first. 15 minutes later, Randy and Zhen Yi exited the headquarter. They walked together to the restaurant.

When they entered the restaurant, there were six women inside. Three women wore a yellow chef uniform with a black apron. The others three women wore a yellow collared shirt, and on the back shirt, there was a smiling emoji, while in the front of the shirt written 'Happy Restaurant'.

Randy recognized all of them. The three women who wore a yellow chef uniform were, his mother, his mother-in-law, and auntie Hellen, Michael's mother. The three women who wore a yellow collared shirt was his best friend's sister but he didn't see Widi's mother.

The tanned skin and with a black curly hair was Widi's younger sister, Selin. If he was not mistaken her age was 17 years old, and the girl with a black long hair till her waist was Widi's older sister, Bella. Actually, Widi had three siblings, two sisters, and one younger brother, but he didn't see his younger brother, Billy.

The last girl wore the yellow-collared shirt was Michael's younger sister, Mika. Her age the same as the Widi's younger sister, 17 years old. She tied up her long brown hair with a ponytail, also she had bright blue eyes with white smooth skin made her made her a beauty. It's just that her body not mature enough because she was still in her teen. Maybe in three or four years, her beauty would be comparable to his wife.

Afterward, he looked at his wife which besides him. His wife also looked at him. He could look from her face, it was like she asked him, "Who is this?"

Randy told his wife, who the four girls were. After heard what Randy said, she nodded her head. She already knew about Randy's two best friends.

She also knew about Randy's two best friends which died on the second day Battle of Ascension started. She also knew about him who so depressed, felt guilty, and locked himself after his two best died. Of course, she knew about this from Almira.

"You are back," Almira greeted them after see her son and daughter-in-law.

Randy and Zhen Yi smiled. He pulled his wife's hand before walked to the front of four women and introduced her to them.

"Ahem, Hello auntie Hellen. This is my wife, Zhen Yi," Randy introduced his wife to the auntie Hellen first before he introduced her to three girls.

After he just finished introduced his wife, there was another woman with a yellow chef uniform get down from the second floor. She was Widi's mother, Yunita.

Seeing this, he felt odd. The most restaurant had more the waiter or waitress but in this restaurant had more chef than the waitress, fours chefs, and three waitresses.

"All right, you guys wait here. We the chefs will be starting cook now," Almira said enthusiastically. She was so excited that her restaurant would be officially opened in two days.

"Mom, where is dad?" Randy asked.

"Your dad was in his workshop. You call him to wash up, it's almost time for the dinner," Afterward Almira headed toward the kitchen with the others three chefs.

After Almira, the chatterbox gone the atmosphere fell silent and awkward. He wanted to start a conversation but all of them women, he didn't know what to talk about. So, he just excused himself and went to his father workshop.

"I will call my father first," Afterward he ran to the workshop. Actually, he was close to Mika but after Michael died, he never spoke with her anymore. Also, this was the first he saw her after Michael's death.

The workshop was beside the restaurant. Soon, he arrived in the front of the workshop. He opened the door and entered the workshop.

The condition inside the workshop was hot but not as hot as the East Blacksmith. Inside, there were three men, circled at the table with swords on the top of the table.

The three men were his father, Widi's father, and Widi's younger brother.

Widi's father, Daniel had black short hair which some already starting whiten, his skin was tanned, and about 1.7 meters tall, while Billy had black hair that reached his neck, and had the same skin as his father. He was about 1.6 meters tall, also he was about 2 years younger than him, 19 years old.

This was made him odd. Widi's tall was about 1.96 meters, yet in his family, the highest was his father except for Widi. "Where his tall gene came from?" Randy thought. Basically, Widi was like a giant in his family.

Remembered about Widi, he sighed ruefully. His father and the rest didn't notice that he entered the workshop. Looked like they discussing so earnestly.

"Dad, Uncle Daniel," Randy greeted, while he nodded his head toward Billy.

"Oh, you back. Why you come here?" Wisen asked without even glanced toward him, while Daniel and Billy nodded their head toward him with a smile.

"Your beloved wife said: Call your dad to wash up, it's almost time for dinner," Randy said while imitated Almira's tone and voice.

Hearing what Randy, Wisen took the three swords on the top table, stored it to his System Storage and said, "let's continue tomorrow, it's almost time for dinner,"

Afterward, he immediately walked out of the workshop. Randy followed in the suit while grinning.

They back to the restaurant together. In the front of the restaurant, he could hear laughter from a woman.

When he entered the restaurant, he saw the girls chatting merrily. When he left the restaurant the atmosphere was awkward. Now, after he just left for a few minutes, when he back to the restaurant the atmosphere already changed became cheerful.

"Woman is a miraculous creature," He said silently.

The women were sat in the roundtable, in the middle of the restaurant. He didn't join them, he sat at the table in the front of the counter. Afterward, he took out the Guild Establishment Permit.

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Guild Establishment Permit

Guild Name:

Guild Emblem:
*You can draw the emblem in here or you can paste the emblem through the picture that you already draw.

Guild Leader:

Guild Vice Leader 1:

Guild Vice Leader 2:
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He wrote his name beside the Guild Vice Leader 1 and wrote Zhen Yi name beside the Guild Leader. Because his intention was to attract people with Zhen Yi name, which on the top 10 of Level Ranking. So, he decided that his wife as the Guild Leader.

Now, it's time to decide the Guild Name. He held chin, thinking about 'Cool Name' for his guild.

Not long after, Zhen Yi came to him and sat beside him.

"So, what is the name for our guild," Randy looked at his wife.

Zhen Yi fell silent. Likely, she also thinking about the Guild Name seriously.

Suddenly, he heard his mom voice on his ears, "What is this?"

Randy wanted to take back the Guild Establishment Permit to his Storage System, but his mom's hands were faster than his hands.

"Woah, this scroll color is Gold. Is this a new skill for cooking or a new recipe?" Almira exclaimed.

"Guild Establishment Permit?" Almira puzzled. She didn't understand much about the guild. She scanned to the below.

"Mom this is..." Just when he wanted to explain and took back the scroll. His mom took the tool for writing from his hand. The tool for writing in the scroll was different from the normal pencil. It was like a pencil but the color was all gold. The woman at the Adventure Guild said the pencil would be disappeared after he finished writing the Guild Establishment Permit.

His mom took the scroll to the girl's table then she sat down to write. Randy just looked at his mom helplessly, it was impossible for him to took it back now.

After a while, his mom stood up and paste the scroll to smile emoji at the Mika shirt. After his mother finished, the scroll and the tool for writing disappeared, and also there was a notice from the Battle System ringing in his head.

Battle System: Happy Guild has been established.

Battle System: Zhen Yi is the Guild Leader of the Happy Guild.

Battle System: You have been appointed as the Vice Guild Leader 1 of the Happy Guild.

Battle System: Almira is the Vice Guild Leader 2 of the Happy Guild.

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Humanity is trying to overcome a crisis that has occurred on Earth, but all effort has become futile.

In the face of a dead end, waiting only for the destruction of the Earth, a voice suddenly rang out broadcast to the whole planet.

Ding !!!

"Battle of Ascension Phase 1: Preparation, begin!"

Ding !!!

"Battle System will active after Phase 1 starts"

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Special thanks for Butterz
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After breakfast Laura asked Violetta to clean up. She wanted a word with Amistad. Amistad was nervous to leave his daughter's side even for a moment. He had Araminty and one of his twin robots join Violetta in the kitchen.
The other twin robot followed after him and his wife. "Does it have to follow us?" Laura asked him.
"It's just a precaution," he explained. "We don't know if that disgusting curator will follow us here and cause trouble."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Laura said. "Do you think we should hire some bodyguards?"
"It's not a bad idea," Amistad agreed. "We shouldn't worry Violetta though. It's her last major year of school before she becomes an apprentice. It would probably add too much stress if she knew the full value of the Eitri writing. I know she had a decent idea but-"
"I know," Laura interrupted. "It's something she'll learn about once she is in the work field. I'm going to see who I can contact regarding a bodyguard service. I'll be in my room a while. Ok?"
"Ok," Amistad agreed, and sent the robot with his wife.
"Oh and Amistad," Laura called before she went upstairs. She waited for Amistad to look at her before smiling at him and saying, "You should put your trick book away." Amistad smiled at her and nodded. "I was thinking of giving it to Violetta, I think She'll like it."
He once showed Laura the book when he was younger. She couldn't open it. And when he opened the book for her it was full of funny pictures. He was going to tell her the truth, but without proof of what was really in the book, would she have believed him? He decided it was best to let her think it was a trick book. He still kept it locked up most of the time. There was always a slight chance that there was someone who would be able to see what was written inside. That wasn't something he could risk.
Then his daughter was born. She had the sight. She could see his hand was special, but the book could see his daughter was special. He went back to find Violetta finished with the clean up. 
Violetta looked at her father holding his book full of mysteries. She couldn't read it, but apparently he could. She really didn't understand what he wanted from her right now. Why did he keep looking at her so strangely? Why did he now just openly carry the book he had hidden her whole life? She just didn't understand. What she really needed now was something she could understand.
"I'm going to the workshop." Violetta walked past her father who looked like he was about to say something.
In the garage lay an almost perfectly completed rocket. There were just a few wires left to connect, and a couple of tests to be run, and then it would be completed. Well, It was just a few wires to Violetta. To anyone else it would have been a whole days worth of work to try and connect each wire to the proper base. Violetta had it memorized though. She knew exactly where to connect everything making it a much shorter time that she would need to work on it. She might be done in just a couple of hours. After that she could work on the tests. That would take her the rest of the day. Who said Heath wouldn't be able to go to space if he didn't have a blood test. Ha! She would make sure his dream came true!
Violetta had partially gone into the workshop to avoid whatever her father wanted to talk to her about. But it was useless to try and avoid the man today. He was her shadow. Why was he following her?
Violetta was about to ask when a very excited head popped into the workshop. "I'm going to go shopping, do you guys need anything?
"No," Violetta said, "I'm good."
"Ok," Laura said as she turned to walk away.
"Wait," Amistad called out to her. "Take the robot with you to help you carry things. And see if you can get me some rice milk."
"Oooh," Violetta loved rice milk. "Me too please mom!"
Laura laughed as she left the workshop, "Ok, ok. You guys have fun in there. I'll be back."
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…
A robot unit of 5 dressed in costume came into an old familiar building. They had brought what was asked for. A circular tattoo, and a circular book. Over the years they had come here less and less. It was difficult to find information. They also didn't like binging other people here. This old man though. He wanted to die. Was this still ok? The books on Ethics that their father Freddie had given them said it was a bad idea to do this.
...But the old man had begged them.
As they processed the paperwork about the old man, they saw a familiar cloaked figure walk in. This was the big boss wasn't it?
Tarragon had kept an eye on their progress. He saw that they did bring in what he asked for, but most of the people they had brought over the years had been bums and vagabonds.
None of them had been worth the time and effort put into the search.
Tarragon approached the Robot Unit Leader and held his hand out for the book. The robot obediently handed it to him. This was not the book either.
Then Tarragon grabbed the Old man's left hand. Perhaps she should have specified the age and gender to these mechanical imbeciles. This man was way too old to be his baby brother.
The elderly man did indeed have a circular tattoo on his left hand. It read [To Love is life. Life is to Love.]
"This isn't the right one either," Tarragon said nonchalantly as he cut off the elderly man's head with his sword. He looked at the Robot unit and questioned, "Why are you dressed so strangely?"
"We figured out humans trust us more when we are dressed like this. They don't see us as a threat and are more forthcoming with information," the robot leader replied. Tarragon had them programmed to be investigative, and adaptive. It made sense that this unit would dress up to perform psychological warfare.
This Unit had lasted the longest, but they were still so useless. Perhaps it was time to dispose of them. He could have new models made.
Tarragon was about to order the destruction of the unit, when suddenly a call came through. This line was only to be used for one thing. The Eitri writing had appeared somewhere.
He forgot to order the destruction of the robot unit as he answered the call. He did not outwardly show any excitement, but in his heart he was anticipating the location of the book.
"Your majesty! Glory and Ista[1] to you!" Glory and knowledge. If they found the book with Eitri writing, he would have both.
"Report," Tarragon demanded in a bored tone.
"Reporting," came the excited voice. "Eitri writing has been found in the home of a noble household. They are historians, so this alone would not have warranted any action. However this family already has a flag in the system. The Noblis Family ward, Heath Moyer, has disappeared after refusing to take the mandatory blood test for his assessment. When his communicator signal was followed, it disappeared at an old orphanage. We found it ruined by acid. The Janitor's door lock was forced so we think he broke in to get rid of the evidence on the communicator. We do not know the current location of the boy. And now a complete piece of Eitri writing has been reported to be in the Noblis household's possession. May we have your orders sir?"
[1]= Ista is elvish for knowledge.

...if we do not change the future we shall be compelled to endure it. -Alvin Toffler

Synopsis:
Violetta was raised to be independent. She was raised to think through her problems, and she was raised to be spoiled. She was the Daughter of a noble woman, and a commoner man. This just wasn’t done in Nobility. Her Mother was proud, cool, and fought the class system from within the nobility. Her Father was also very proud, but didn’t always take credit for the good he did. He was gentle. Violetta was definitely a daddy’s girl. 
One day everything she thought she knew changes. Her parents' marriage fell apart when the new maid came into the house with her son. Knowing that the boy was not at fault for the grown-ups falling apart around them, she befriends the boy, but still avoids his mother. She had to go back and forth between the houses, and now… Everything is about to change again. It turns out, Violetta is a Princess. How does this young, rocket building, grease monkey become a princess? 

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 “Just look at it, I have to start all over again anyway. There's something wrong with the kanthal coil over here,” she pointed out a spot near the robot’s chest.

 “Because when I connect this component to the indutor, I’m getting an adverse reaction.” She frowned, not watching his face at all. She began to get more technical in her speech and movements as she showed him what was wrong with it. 

At first when he had heard her speak, he thought she was just copying words her father had said. But as she kept speaking about inductors, and vaporizers that will enable the robot to run on steam and sunlight, he became convinced. This little brat really did build this robot. And now she was asking him for advice? How was he supposed to know!? He wasn’t a mechanic or an engineer. 

He looked at her a little lost, as she looked at him expectantly. He swallowed loudly. “I... I don’t know about robots,” he admitted honestly.


"Conclusion-- I can't change your mind?"


"You know the answer Kate."

"I am just trying my luck. Who knows it may work this time?"

"The line where you are trying your luck is blocked. Please try another day."




"oh Jesus! This ugly dog again. Go away go away. You beast." Kate shrieked in fear and strutted on the couch in the living area.



Mr. bean was staring at kate,  amusement dancing in mischievous his eyes.


Kate had severe cynophobia and was always scared of her wits in front of Sonnet's dog. Though Mr bean never bit her still she couldn't help but shrink in fear.


"Come here, beany boy. Enough for today. Don't scare her", murmured Sonnet while patting his non-existent furs.


Mr bean was rescued by Sonnet two years ago. since then it had been her only family.

Mr. Bean saw her. He didn't see the broken and lost girl. He didn't care about her past or her broken soul. He didn't judge. He saw her – Sonnet.

He was her family. The only family left in the world.

So what if he looked ugly! Or one of his ear was missing. 

" I'm going back to my office and please complete this within 5 days. And Do not forget you had agreed with Carla for some kind of weird workshop that I'd no idea about," Kate grumbled.


Sonnet was aware of the fact that kate never liked Carla as she had a benign crush on Jeffrey, Kate's husband. 

But the idea of the workshop was too tempting to refuse. 


"Okay Kat ," said Sonnet softly gulping water.

 Kate went back to her office. While Sonnet was speculating about changing her door code as so she had a habit of inviting herself in.

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At ten in the night, Sonnet  completed the book. She was never this lazy with her work. Though she loved lazing around, she never liked to  delay her work. 

 Truth be told, she never wanted to write this book. This was something she never liked writing about. But she had to write to fill her and Mr bean's stomach. The writing was her perfect escape from this hard life.

But writing for money was hard. 

Now it was hard for her to sleep because of the vigorous and disgruntled protests from her stomach which was asking for food. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't had any real food since last night

No wonder her stomach was waging war against her!

Trotting towards the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator only to find that there were only water and juice bottles inside.

She cursed her luck.

Then again, when was luck on her side?


Sigh! she had to go grocery shopping. But it was something she hated the most.

Her apartment  was located in very safe area and she didn't have to walk much to the convenience store. 

But the fear of known always reared its head time-to-time.


She brought groceries for a week and left the store. She was walking towards her apartment, when the flashing light blinded her, as the car almost knocked her on the road, the groceries fell and scattered on the ground.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Fear crippled her.

She couldn't move. Walk or run.

She clasped her hands tightly, nails digging in her palms. 

Pain. Such a connection she had with pain. It provided her momentarily solace.

Suddenly, a hand came before her eyes followed by the most beautiful honey coloured eyes she had ever seen.

"Give me your hand."

"Why?" She clipped, her whole body shaking.


"I'm here to save you."


Save her.


He was here to save her.


Who was he?


 My Knight?




 







Agata Pov

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After Agata sent Loseram to HOTD she snaps her fingers, her clothes change to black panties and a shirt with the print (Best Wife). The television turns on by itself and her husband appears sleeping in the bed in the house she built for him.

{Haaa ~ he is so beautiful in his sleep, I feel like bringing him back ... No! Agata badly, you are his wife and you must let him strengthen himself first.} Agata speaks with desire biting his fingers.

Loseram wake up and start the day. She sees him come into the workshop and draw wooden swords, she thinks it's cute that he didn't ask for a metal one, {maybe I should send one when the disease starts.} She ponders while watching him work.

He finishes the drawings and goes to the kitchen. She smiles amusedly watching him try to cook, she knows he doesn't know how to cook. That is why she learned to cook, it is the wife's duty to make delicious food for her husband.

He finishes his food, takes some money that I gave him and left. It's really cute that he looks around like a child.

{I would like to be with him walking with hands in hand * sigh * we could do so many things together.} Agata sighs with regret {Maybe when he goes to a world with strong enough laws I can go with him in a weaker body ~} she rejoices over future possibilities.

The rest of the walk goes by without a problem and he returns home.

When he enters the workshop and starts to work, she gets excited with his serious look. In his eyes, he gets very hot when he works, his strong muscles covered with sweat, when he takes a towel to dry himself it is as if he were a god, perfect in every way.

{Dear ~ you are perfect for me, just seeing you get wet.} She starts to bite the finger of one hand while the other travels to the lower region.

Time passes and night comes. When she sees two women she starts paying attention again.

{Huuh! Finally, Shizuka and Rika appeared.} She speaks to herself with a voice full of jealousy.

You may be wondering why I was jealous when I was the one who encouraged him to go after the other women he loved. The answer is simple, I, Agata am the first wife, I may not be the first to have sex with him but I am the first in his heart!

She watches their interaction. The initial jealousy turns into fun because Rika is concerned about Shizuka being taken advantage of by Loseram, Shizuka being Shizuka and Loseram being the gentleman trying to reassure Rika and get Shizuka off him.

Soon she realizes that this combination is interesting and begins to make plans for the future.

{Fufufufu ~ things will be interesting from now on} she comments in amusement when she sees the two of them leave and Loseram goes to sleep.

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The next day was pretty normal. He wakes up and finishes the sword quickly, makes his breakfast after a lot of fighting * laughs * and goes out to get an animal.

Agata observes Loseram's interaction with the attendant. He looks at animals as nothing more than a test subject {He has changed after many years with me, he is still a friendly person to others, but I can see in his eyes the coldness of a murderer, in case anyone goes against him and those who he considers a friend ... He does it all just to be by my side. What a husband I have ~} she ends with a voice full of affection while watching him return home.

She will see him adapt with the explosive increase in statistics until the moment he enters the workshop. This time of day is undoubtedly what she finds most exciting, that serious look on his face while working always gets her wet {How will he look when he starts killing zombies and other people?} She comments with an expectant look. She sees Loseram increase his trade kingdom and congratulates him.

The rest of the day is quite simple. She watches him experiment with his enhanced senses and things like that until it's time to cook dinner ... He stands in front of the television with a resolute look writing down everything the chef says. His obsession with making dinner without making a mistake is exciting.

After an amusing failure and she consoles him, the time has come.

Agata sits down to pay attention to Loseram and Shizuka's interaction. At first it's like two friends talking, after the two start drinking the situation changes, Shizuka overflows with sensuality in everything she does. Agata observes the moment when Loseram tries to take she to Rika's house. When he gives up and takes her to sleep in her room, she sees Shizuka pull him to the bed.

With an evil laugh, Agata takes a sheet and begins to write on it.

{Muhahahaha you will thank me later dear ~} Agata finishes writing and the letter disappears with a snap of the fingers.

Thrown into the void he found himself in despair, from despair came acceptance, from acceptance came love. Now i'm married and i need to get stronger to stay with my wife. Traveling through the anime world to kill enemies and get stronger.
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Zhang Ruiqiang looks at the Feng Yu's prepared documents. All necessary documents are in place. The documents are ready but the company's general manager, does not seems to be the person in front of him.

"Who is Feng Xingtai?" Zhang Ruiqiang asked.

"That's my dad. He went out to do sales. Chief Zhang, what other documents do you need from me?" Feng Yu asked.

"Everything's here. You fill up this and come back in one-week time." Zhang Ruiqiang said.

Feng Yu is a bit disappointed. Why didn't Zhang Ruiqiang make things difficult for him so he can have the chance to build a good relationship with him? But at the same time, Feng Yu knew that Zhang Ruiqiang had a good reputation. If not, how can Zhang Ruiqiang promote so fast in the future?

Feng Yu is in a very good mood when he left the Foreign Trade Office. Once the import papers are out, his company can earn a lot of money!

Once back at the company, Feng Yu sent all the lads out to do market research. Don't know what is market research? No problem. You just go to every major marketplace, shops and ask what are the things that sell well in the Soviet Union and what are the things they want from the Soviet Union.

Although these young men have no experience, they are willing to endure hardship and they are also very smart. But after sending them all out, Feng Yu regretted.

Feng Yu is alone in the large warehouse. There is no one to speak to, no computers and no television. The warehouse is also stuffy and is no wind at all. With nothing to do, Feng Yu can only start writing the company's rules and regulations.

Then Feng Yu suddenly had inspiration and started writing the rules. He had only wanted to write 108 rules but found that it is not enough. Will 1008 rules too much for his staff?

When Feng Yu is writing rule number 368, the lads came back. Everyone is sweating buckets. It is only the start of summer and the weather is so hot.

"Buy some electric fans tomorrow. The heat is killing me." Feng Yu said.

"Manager Feng, electric fans are very expensive and still need to use electricity. We can just use normal fans." One of the lads said.

Handheld fan

These lads are feeling embarrassed. Last month, they did not do anything and Feng Yu still give them 100 RMB salary each. Where else can they find such good boss? As such, they want to save for Feng Yu.

Feng Yu asked: "How much is the electric fan?"

"The cheapest electric fan in the mall is more than 100 RMB. The better ones are about 400 to 500 RMB." The lad replied.

What the hell? The electric fan so expensive now? There should be no technologies involved for electric fans. There should be at least 8,000 to 10,000 factories producing fans in China now. Why did the price still so high?

"Yes. I bought one electric fan for my family a few days ago. About this big and can still rotate. It is made of metal and the wind is strong." Another lad said.

Wait a minute. All metal? So, one electric fan, made from steel should be at least more than 5 KG? Now steel is not cheap. No wonder the electric fans are so expensive. It is all material costs.

A standing metal fan

But are these manufacturers stupid? Why use steel? There is plastic now. Light and durable. This way, the cost will be lowered.

"Big Li, do we have any factories producing electric fans in Bing City?" Feng Yu asked one of the lads.

Everyone turned and look at Feng Yu, making him confused.

"We are from the factory that produces electric fans. Our fans are very durable. The one at my house is six years old and there is no problem." The lad said.

Feng Yu forgot that these lads are the children of the motor factory workers. An electric fan can last for six years? No wonder the factory can't make money!

"Who knows the factory leader?" Feng Yu asked.

All the lads looked at the Wu Zhigang. This Wu Zhigang is the son of the factory leader?

"My uncle is the head of the second workshop. Can be considered a leader. But now the second workshop is operating one day and rest two days. Even if they produce more products, they have no way to sell them." Wu Zhigang said.

"Go visit your uncle. Tell him I am giving them a big order!" Feng Yu said.

...

"Xiao Gang, is this your friend?" Wu Zhigang's Aunt sighed. This kid chose dinner time to visit. It's fine if he comes alone for dinner, but he brought a friend along? Now the factory is not making money. Wu Zhigang's uncle is only getting 50% of his monthly salary for the past few months.

"Good afternoon Aunty. We are looking for Director Zhao." Feng Yu said with his most handsome smile.

"Xiao Gang just came. Must have not eaten. The food will be ready soon. Let's eat together." Director Zhao said. He was sitting on the sofa watching TV when he saw his nephew brought a friend over. He thought Wu Zhigang must have fought with other people and came over to hide.

But something is not right. How come he is carrying cigarettes and alcohol? Did this kid steal from the factory?

"Hi, Director Zhao. I am Feng Yu, deputy manager of Tai Hua Trading Company. I have some business to discuss with you." Feng Yu said.

Director Zhao looked at Feng Yu. What did this kid say? He is the deputy manager of a trading company? How old is he?

"Sit down, what do you want to buy? But let me be straight. We will not sell the factory's products cheaply to you!" Director Zhao said.

Feng Yu smiled and said: "I want to buy a batch of electric fans."

"Fan? How much do you want?" Although there is no stock in the factory, their workshop can easily produce hundreds of units a day. If the order is big, he can let other workshops to produce together. If not, he can let the workers work overtime.

"The first batch, I want 10,000 units." Feng Yu said.

"How many? 10,000 units? No problem, I can deliver within 10 days!" Director Zhao is overjoyed. If he can sell 10,000 fans, it will be enough for this month factory's salary.

"Director Zhao, slow down. What I wanted is not the current fans that your factory is producing. I want something smaller and lighter." Feng Yu said.

Now, the electric fans produced are those standing fans. Every fan is more than one meter tall and weighs a ton. Feng Yu wanted those small table fans. In addition, Feng Yu wanted to use plastic as the main material. Unless necessary, all metal parts have to be replaced by plastic, especially the blades.

"Smaller and lighter? What do you mean?" Director Zhao asked.

"Except for the parts where steel is needed, the rest will be plastic. For example, the fan blades. The height should be about thirty to forty centimeters and the motor can also be smaller." Feng Yu said while gesturing with his hands.

"If it produces this way, who would buy it? Firstly, the wind does not reach your face. Secondly, it will not be durable." Director Zhao said.

Feng Yu smiled and said: "Director Zhao. Don't worry about this. I will order 10,000 units first. Just tell me if it can be done and how much is the cost."

Director Zhao hesitated for a while. The factory is able to produce the fans Feng Yu wanted but can it really sell? Aren't these inferior products? Will their factory's reputation be tarnished?

"I need to speak to my leader first." Director Zhao said.

"Director Zhao, very soon your workshop will not be able to pay your workers' wages. I heard the consumer products your factory produce is not doing well in the market and sales have been dropping. Look at your dinner. There is not even a meat dish. You don't have to worry if I am not able to pay you. You can ask Xiao Gang how much is he getting a month. He had started working for my brother-in-law three months ago." Feng Yu said.

Wu Zhigang said: "Uncle. I am earning 100 RMB a month and there are bonuses at the end of the month. The company also provide lodgings and meals."

Director Zhao said surprisingly: "You earn 100 RMB a month?" The average wages of their factory workers are not even 100 RMB!

What trading company is this? Feng Yu seems quite rich. This matter must be reported to the leaders immediately. The workers are still waiting for their wages.

"I will go to Factory Director Li's home now. You all eat first. Don't wait for me!" Director Zhao said.

A failed investor from 2017 got drunk and woke up in the 1980s. China is just opening up, and the economy is blooming. There is also the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the bursting of the Dot-com bubble and other financial crisis. He used his knowledge of the future and slowly build up his empire. 

This is not my story. I enjoyed it on another site so i decided to share it here. If owner of this story has problems with it please contact me i will delete it

*Clack* I was woken up by the front door closing. I then brushed aside the curtain by my window to see the sky outside. The sky is still dark, so I'm confused at why the front door was shut. I quickly got up from my bed and saw from the gap under my door that the lights are turned on in the living room. I silently creep to my door and slowly opened slightly it to take a peek. I then saw Tayaw walk by towards the kitchen. 
As I watched his back, he suddenly looked back, looking straight to my eyes. I was so started I shut the door immediately. I then heard him laugh from outside the door. I'm getting kind of scared of Tayaw. I can't prank him anymore. Whenever I creep behind him or follow him when he's going out somewhere, he always finds out. I don't know how he does it. When he finds me, he's not angry but just brings me along with him to wherever he goes. 
He's also weird. Whenever I join him in his truck and drive somewhere, it's always somewhere there are no people. He brings his guitar with him to the brook, to the neighbor's farm, or to the forests. He just stares into nothing while playing his guitar with ugly tunes. The guitar would sound ugly at first then become more and more beautiful. It's weird.  
Tayaw is awesome though. He can play awesome guitar and can sing awesome songs. I like it when he plays the songs I hear from dad's radio. I think he's even better than the singers in the radio. When we saw him sing when we were in Nashville, the white people like listening to him. A lot of ladies also looked at him with googly eyes. I think they have a crush on Tayaw.
He also makes good food. Whenever he's home, I eat a lot because he cooks all the time. I once said to dad that Tayaw's food is better than mom's. Dad just laughed and said 'Don't tell your mom you like Tayaw's food better'. I asked why, but he just said that 'I'm still too young to understand.' I also asked Payew, maybe he knows, but he said he doesn't know. 
I also asked Tayaw but he just said 'Listen to dad well.' They're weird. They said it's bad to lie, but they're lying to mom. I said it to Tayaw and he said 'Lying is not always bad. You can lie as long as you did not do anything wrong. You can lie too when you're not planning something bad.' It makes sense, but why lie at all if you're doing something good? Tayaw and dad are weird.
Just like now, I think Tayaw just came back from somewhere and didn't tell mom and dad. He was wearing PE uniform for college students. You don't wear that at home. So, he lied but maybe he did not do anything wrong outside. 
I suddenly feel that below my tummy hurts. I have to pee, so I opened my door again to go the bathroom. When I entered the living room, I saw Tayaw sitting in the couch, he already changed out of his PE clothes. "Why are you up early?" Tayaw asked. "I was awaken by the door." I said, I pointed at the front door before I rushed to the bathroom. 
After washing my hands, I went back to the living room to join Tayaw. He's always up early so I wonder what he's doing. I saw Tayaw doing something in his laptop. He's probably writing something. Tayaw is also awesome because he makes good stories. I read his stories a lot. "Are you writing?" I asked Tayaw. "No. I'm just researching." He replied 
"For school?" I asked again. "Yeah… For school." Tayaw answered, chuckling. That was weird. It wasn't funny. "Where did you go?" I asked again. "Oh. I went jogging." Tayaw said. "Oh. Okay." I said. I understand now why he wore his PE clothes. I looked at his arms and noticed that they're bigger than dad's. "Does jogging give you a lot of muscles?" I asked. "No. But you don't get tired easily if you jog." Tayaw answered. He then closed his laptop. 
"How about you? What were you doing while I was away?" Tayaw asked this time. "School. Homework. Then I paint or make pots." I answered. "Really? Can I see your pots?" Tayaw asked. "SURE!" I said, happy that he asked. "Alright. Bring me to your workshop." Tayaw said and he stood up from the couch. "What's a workshop?" I asked. "The place you make your pots." Tayaw answered. "Workshop…" I like it. So my pottery base is called a workshop. 
A few moments later, we arrived at my workshop behind the house. Tayaw turned on the light and he saw my workshop for the first time. Mom and dad said that all the stuff I use is all bought with Tayaw's money, so I have to be careful when using them. Thankfully, I didn't break anything yet aside from the pots I made. 
"Ooh. You're making a vase already?" Tayaw asked. As he was about to pick up the piece I'm working on, my tummy felt weird. "STOP!" I shouted, surprising even myself. Tayaw also stopped and looked at me weirdly. "What's up?" Tayaw asked. "They're not dry yet." I said. Thank goodness, he didn't touch it. 
"Oh. Sorry about that. How about these? Are they okay to pick up?" Tayaw asked as he pointed at where I put the ones that dad had the guy in town bake for me. "Yeah. But they're not done. I'm going to paint them." I replied. "Oh cool.  Can I see the ones you have already baked?" Tayaw asked again after studying the bisque-fired vases. 
"Here they are." I said and removed the plywood covering the vases I already glazed. Tayaw walked to them and picked one up. He looked at them closely and I see his face get serious. Tayaw also knows pottery? I became nervous that he will say it's bad. "Hmm… Hey. Isn't this guy uhh… Falbo Fabbins?" Tayaw said and he pointed at the small guy I painted on the surface of the vase. 
"Haha! No! It's Rumplestiltskin!" I said, correcting him. "Oh. Well, they're both little people so I got confused." Tayaw said. I took a closer look at my painting and realized that if I didn't draw it, I would have mistaken it for Falbo too. But because I made it, when I say it's Rumplestiltskin, then it is Rumplestiltskin. 
"Here. This is Falbo with Grandalf." I said to Tayaw as I picked out one of my finished vases from my 'finished stuff' shelf. "Oh. I see. Hey, it's cool." Tayaw said. I felt happy when he said it's good. "By the way, why is this one shiny? That Rumplestiltskin is not?" Tayaw asked. This made me stop… So he doesn't know anything about pottery after all. 
"Well. The Rumple one was … only baked once before I painted it. The Falbo one … Was baked.. then I painted it .. then baked again, now they're shiny." I struggled explaining. Tayaw just looked at me for a few seconds, and then nodded as if he understood. 
"So. What you do is to create that shape over there on the wheel, yes?" Tayaw asked. "No. I prepare the clay first. I roll them. Then I put them on the wheel." I said. "Oh. Okay. Then after you make the shape, you have it baked in Tabila, right?" Tayaw guessed the next step. "No. They have to be dried for two days first." I said. "Hmm. Then you have it baked, then." Tayaw said. "Yes." I nodded.
"Alright. After it's baked, you bring them home to paint, yes?" Tayaw guessed again. "Yes." He's right this time. "Then after you paint them again. You let them dry. Then you bake them again to make them shiny?" Tayaw asked. "Yes." I said, glad that he understood. "So. Aside from dad having your stuff baked, you don't need help?" Tayaw asked. "At first. It was hard to roll the clay, so I had dad or Payew help. Then I learned how to use a rolling pin." I explained. My hands are not that strong yet. 
"Why don't you teach me?" Tayaw said as he rolled up his sleeves. I'm curious too. I want to see what Tayaw can do. "Here. Let me mix the clay and the water first." After a minute or so of mixing, we let the mixture sit for a few minutes. After the clay mixture is ready, it's finally time for Tayaw to wedge the clay. "Okay. Wedge it." I told Tayaw. "What's wedge?" Tayaw asked in return. I'm stuck. 
Seeing that I can't explain, Tayaw just played with the clay, and was actually wedging the clay. "That's wedging!" I told him. "AH! So this is wedging. Well, in baking, this is called kneading.  We knead the flour to make into dough bake it to make bread." Tayaw said while chuckling. It reminded me of what I saw on TV once. A chef was playing with the dough on TV. So kneading is what it's called. 
"Okay. But make sure to remove the air. It will be bad if there are bubbles when it gets baked." I instructed next. Looking at the way Tayaw wedges the clay, though, I am shocked. He's doing so easily and very quickly. I poked the clay from time to time just to check, but it is still as hard as the clay that I know. 
"You're strong." I could only say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Ullr opened his eyes and found himself back in the Respawn temple after the giant spider killed him. He looked around and saw the usual scene of people praying, but something was different. Ullr discovered that one of the five pedestal was filled with a strange bulky mannequin, like if some artist started making a statue but didn't finish it.
Also, a robot that looked like the boss of the first floor was standing in a corner and Ullr could just observe how it created a metal skeleton out of iron and finishing it with some gears and a mana core. Ullr nearly drew his weapon but he suddenly saw a player tag emerge above the robot. He remembered the server announcement from several days ago that mechanoids could be played now.
Ullr shrugged his shoulders and went outside.
He wandered around the city in deep thought...
John once again walked around the city in his dwarven appearance, he delivered some of the swords he and Olaf created.
When John delivered everything he took a stroll around and observed how the situation changed for the better after he ordered his bots to provide for the refugees. The whole city was livelier and there were only a few beggars sitting on the sidewalk while peddlers were selling their wares to an abundance of people of all races. From humans to demons, angels and even a few Mechanoids. Everything seemed harmonic and John nearly forgot that war was soon to be fought.
John shook his head on that thought when he suddenly saw Ullr trotting around in deep thought. John remembered something he wanted to ask Ullr for some days and walked towards him. John greeted him but Ullr seemed to overhear him as he was in deep thought, only after John called out to him a second time did Ullr notice him.
John led Ullr to their usual workshop because they wouldn't be bothered by anybody there.
He took out an item and laid it on the table and asked: "Ullr could you do me a favor? Would you mind creating a usable and useful item out of this?"
Ullr looked at a pile of scrap leather, that looked like a child had a blunt knife and was bored and tortured some leather, while John explained: "It was my first try at working with leather and as you see it didn't go well. And now a poor man out there has to live a miserable undead life because of me. And I want you to help me end his misery."
Ullr didn't hesitate and grabbed the leather, he cut two stripes out of it which were long enough to fit around their wrist and still had a bit extra length. He asked John to make two buttons while he was cutting two lines on the leather pieces so that he had three strands of leather for every stripe which were connected by about 2cm of leather which wasn't cut on each side. Then he made some tiny holes on one side of the leather stripes while cutting out a small thin rectangle on the other side.
He sewed on the buttons he got from John and started braiding the strands. At first, it looked strange because the braiding didn't seem to work at the bottom of the workpiece was closed but after Ullr made some strange hand movement that pulled one end of the leather through itself, it ended up as a perfectly braided piece which seemed impossible to make.
Ullr gave one to John while equipping the second.
John received it and looked at the description.
Symbol of friendship
Rank normal
As a true symbol of friendship, this item was made. It was made out of an item that represented the disgrace of a craftsman. But now the hunter that produced this leather and was doomed for an eternal life of undeath can finally rest in peace.
John even got the notification that the title "Disgrace of all crafters" is deactivated as long as you wear the "Symbol of Friendship".
John was even more surprised when he suddenly got another notification.
" Assimilation of devil powers complete, Contract Quest and Fire Walking unlocked."
"New Contract Quest, target Ullr!"
John was dumbfounded and quickly said goodbye to Ullr and ran into the next alley he could find. He read the quest description and it told him that he would be punished if he didn't complete the quest so he had to do it.
John quickly changed his appearance, he grew taller while his hair changed to a darker black and was oiled back to fit better to a devil. His eyes became red and his ears started to become pointy like the ones from an elf. Also his clothes changed from and dirty leather apron with cotton garments to a shiny white suit with a tie in the same color.
John transformation finished and as Ullr was still in the workshop, John used Fire Walking to teleport into the Workshop by using the fire of the forge that was inside. Ullr was startled when John suddenly emerged out of the fire but before anyone could say anything the game took over John character and said: "Mr.Ullr I would presume, it came to my attention that you've got a problem that you got stuck on. So I have here a small contract for the both of us that let us exchange two, let's call them, favors. My favor for you is that you get something that allows you to overcome your problem while your favor may be collected on another day or never what do you say?"
Ullr felt reminded of his brother but something was different like the person standing in front of him had no ulterior motives like his brother had. Ullr didn't need to think long he agreed to the contract so the man gave him a blue shining scroll and a quill. But just when Ullr started writing the quill developed sharp spikes that drew blood from his hands while the ink he was writing it was red.
Ullr gave back the contract and the quill and watched how the man went up in flames and vanished only leaving a small box behind...


John Smith an unlucky guy, with a brother who is way to lucky, embarks on a virtual journey to find the meaning of his life while crafting.

Special thanks to Java that works as the Editor of this novel

Days, weeks, months passed… just like ordinary days. Nothing is changed and all is going well for Zia. 
That is what people think because that is what they saw but that is what Zia want them to see.
Zia goes to school like usual and busy herself with their squad practicing their dance steps for the cheerleading competition, she participated in the theater practice and luckily she is one of the selected students to compete on the inter-school competition. 

Their club is also busy with the preparations for the upcoming art workshop. She's one of the senior members of the club, so they are responsible for organizing the event. From checking the venue until checking the supplies and list of participants, you will see an energetic Zia. She will even accompany her other club members buying the art supplies, t-shirts for the workshop and the preparation of certificates.

All their preparations are for the approaching school festival. Though there is a lot to do, Zia maintained her happy appearance and tried to cope up with the feeling of emptiness and there is nothing visibly unusual on her.

But sometimes when there is nothing to do Zia will be in a daze looking at something but her mind is obviously preoccupied by other things.

Sometimes, when all her tasks are finished she will borrow some books and start reading to keep her mind from thinking.

Perhaps on her own pace, she is trying to move on even though the pain she's suffering seems like not subsiding.

Sometimes, when she couldn't keep up she will find herself reading some of the messages from him. Though, she didn't read it repeatedly and didn't end up crying all night… she's still grieving.

When she is alone, Zia tried to write a story to cope with her overwhelming feelings. At least in doing that she can vent out her hidden feelings in pen and paper without bothering anyone. 

When someone caught her writing, she could easily say that she was just writing some nonsense and doodling but she never let anyone read it and tried to hide it as fast as possible. 

She was afraid that they will be able to tell see that it is somewhat familiar. She was afraid because it feels like she is reliving the time when she was with him and get ridiculed in return. Maybe she is just remorseful that she tends to overthink.

In fact, she was just afraid to lay bare her feelings… afraid to admit that until now the feelings he gave for him is still strong like before… afraid that her thoughts will affect her behavior… afraid to accept the reality that he will never coming back… afraid to wake up from her daydream. 

It may seem like she is torturing herself from this pain by recalling those times that they were happy, that they were together… but what can she do? Zia's young heart was broken. And her innocent mind can only do this much.

She took her pen and started to write about her feelings. Right, she tried to write a story about herself, a girl who fall in love helplessly. 

One day in school, Zia is quietly sitting inside the classroom when she suddenly remembers something. She leaned on the side of her chair and started whispering on her seatmate.

"Hey Jeh, do you have Ivy's number? I can't reach her." Zia asked her classmate.

Jeh was one of the member of the drum and lyre band of their school and Ivy was one of it's members. Ivy is Jacobs' cousin. 

"Ivy? Yeah, I have." Jeh answered.

"Can you send it to me? I have something to ask her." Zia asked again.

"Sure." Jeh answered again.

"Thanks." Zia smiled lightly.

"Huh?" Zia was surprised to see that the number Jeh sent to her was familiar to her.

'This is Jacobs'. Why is she using Jacob's number?' Zia thought to herself.

"Hey Jeh, is this her new number?" Zia asked her classmate again.

"Nope, she's using it for a long time now." Jeh answered her promptly.

Zia became uneasy, her heart started to ache. 

She begun to think, 'When and where exactly did we meet each other?"

Her first love died due to a heart failure and her heart died the instant she heard the news. 

At that moment, time stood still for the young Zia but after a year, she found out a horrible truth about the man she deeply loved. 

The emotions she invested in him, 

love,
happiness, 
hate, 
pain, 
anger,  
all of it.... exploded... 

like a fireworks in the middle of the night.

It's been a good few years I've been training and studying hard since this world has not much else to do, I tried looking for movies, however, they are all not interesting,  nothing I've seen from my world it's all just action and war no other genre. No Romance, comedy, or Adventure which is pretty sad. 

 

I asked my Father for a 'Tendo Sixty-Four' and he looked at me with a puzzled expression. Seems like they don't have games here. the internet here isn't widely used but mostly used by High class. The computers remind me of the ones that were made in the 1990s pretty weird if I remember correctly they were antiques and could be sold for a lot of money. One of my jobs as a Marksman was killing a Pawn Shop owner and he had a bunch of those, sadly they were blown up with the store cause I killed the owner and the bullet went through him hitting a propane tank, oopsie and accidental explosion.  Good times..

 

I looked for Music entertainment on the computer, and bullshit all I found is slow music sound slike stuff from Beethoven's time well not gonna lie I do like Beethoven's but I need some good music with words like proper wor-.

 

"That gives me an idea"

 

I knock on my Father's office door.

 

"Who is it?"

 

"It's me Father"

 

"Come in, Son"

 

I walk into the room seeing him writing down work on documents I'm guessing he was busy. 

 

"What brings you here son? Is something the matter?" he says questionably. Seeming concerned since I usually never visit his office.

 

"No, Father I just want to ask if we have a workshop or any place that will have tools"

 

"Hmm, yes we do it's your grandpa's workshop he used to love to build stuff haha, you know your father helped create the 'Soul Channeller' however the workshop will be on the southern district of Vierrrault. Take Erina and Lisa with you as well oh and Leona, I think they'll gladly enjoy a walk. And here is the location of the Workshop" he hands me a piece of paper with the general location, as there are no addresses. 

 

We live in the Semi-North of Vierrault which is where Mansions are placed, the Southern District is where most businesses are and it's not far I'll just take a horse.

"Why Do you want to use the workshop?"

 

"I have been studying hard and I want to try something new"

 

"Mmm okay then just be careful"

 

I make my way to Erina's room and I knock

 

"Come in!"

 

I walk in and see her dark brown hair being brushed by Lisa. Lisa is Erina's Personal maid who's been with her for three years. She is very trusted by our family. She isn't a slave or anything she just chose to be a Maid. when Lisa turned her head towards me. I'm not sure that i saw right but her pointy ears turned red. 

 

"W-Welcome Master, I am just brushing Mrs' lovely hair " Lisa bows and her Silky blonde hair flows with her bow, I can see that her hair has been done as well since she has a crown style hair. 

 

Yes, Lisa is an elf there are multiple demi-humans ranging from elves to dwarves when we first got Lisa I had a strange urge to touch her ears When I did she blushed so weirdly. Demi-humans have a similar history in the US, they had a civil war 200 years ago it was the Unionist Vs the  Semitist, that was one of the bloodiest battles during the creation of the D'or Era, of course, the Unionist won, however, they both had different government ideals so their friendship fell apart and the CORES(The Commonwealth of the Republican Erial States) broke off and fought for their independence. Which of course they have won, it toom them 14 longs agonizing years, called the Fourteenth Year War or the what the CORES likes to call it "Independence War".

 

"Jesper! what brings you here?" she comes up and hugs me. Haha this feels familiar

 

"Oh, I'm heading down to the Southern District at some workshop and I wanted to see if you want to come?

 

"Mmm Yes, let me change first"

 

"Okay, Lisa you should change as well, well be taking the horses so I'll wait for you at the stables."

 

I quickly left the room to let them change.

 

…

 

"Geez… they take so long. Well, my Wife took longer."

 

Speaking about my wife, I remember having someone else in my life, but it doesn't show in my memories. Oh well.

 

"I'm here"

 

Looking at her Lovely outfit she is wearing white Jodhpurs and a cutesy black top with her dark brown hair tied up in a bun. Behind her is Lisa with the same hairstyle but her maid skirt is a bit longer.

 

"Jesper, I'll be taking Shira and you take Blackjack. Lisa go with Brother."

 

"Yes, Mrs." she responds quietly and blushes. I get that she likes me, however, I have no feelings to be with her. For all the years that I've been alive, I've learned not to date based on one-sided feelings. Well, that's one of the no-nos but if I ever do achieve feelings for her, well.. That's for another time.

 

Blackjack is a real beauty, her short black hair and she gallops fast. 

 

"Well let's go, follow your older brother, Erina" 

 

"Muu, you're only older by 2 years" she pouts, well, of course, I'm 10 and she is 8 but she acts mature for her age, well so do I.

 

…

 

As we take a detour through the forest to arrive at the southern district, Lisa was not sitting correctly but had both her legs outward on one side, for that reason she gets scared and starts to tighten her grip around my waist. 

 

If I didn't train properly she probably would have crushed this small body's innards by now

 

…

 

Arriving close to the location of the old workshop, the sidewalks are bustling with people buying groceries from the vendors, entering tailor shops, living there daily lives. 

 

We go forward to the location of the workshop

 

In a back alleyway, a dark alley where the sun rays don't hit.

 

"Please don't hurt my child I'll give you any- GAHHH"

"Hehehe we got a rare catch this little girl will do…"

 

The silent girl sits next to her lifeless mom, No tears nor sounds

 

'why!! , I don't understand, why did Dad do this to us? I can't feel anything, I wonder why?' she asks her self in confusion.

 

She gets up and picks up one of the short swords from one of the dead bodyguards.

 

"Oh look at this girl, let her fight, I bet this little princess can't do jack shit hahaha- Huh? What? I feel light yo, Simon you- WHAT THE FUCK!! Ahhhh" The quick movements faster than they can react they were on the ground"

 

"I don't feel anything? And ouch…. My eyes hurt… I wonder why?"

 

The little girl falls unconscious as Military Police find her.

 

"Hey, call in the doctors Immediately!!!"

 

"Yes Sir!!" the two men rush out to find help.

 

"Holy fuck what happen here?"

 

The Bloodied alleyway, is now the name but that's for another time.

 

A/N: News I'll be joining a competition on web novel so expect delays on releases

Welcome to my second novel! you can find my discord here>> https://discord.gg/AKWrwjD
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Synopsis: Xavier “SelViko” Connor MarGrav was not a simple man as he grew up as a father in his teens. His family disowned him making him poor and start looking for a job for that reason he became the World’s best Marksman. Doing jobs for the underground High-Table, one day his final job went south and ended up in betrayal, leaving a piece of him in that world.
Name: Xavier Connor MarGrav
Age: 26
Regret: Leaving his loved ones
COD: Bullet to the head
“Hmm such a waste of potential, I’ll take him”
“Why?”
“My World is shit, it needs a new factor in the equation”
“My boy who has died I shall give you a second chance, Why? you will fix my world”
“What why?!! I died and I died I don’t deserve a second chance”
“haha, that’s what you think but your eyes will be the X in the change so enjoy”
The World’s best Marksman Reborn, and his eyes are the key to change this wrong-sided world

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