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 When the first years returned from the library, there was a small change in the science room. Next to Mr. Moon, was a mound of crumpled up graph-like paper that came up to his calves.
 "We're the Literature Club for god's sake. We should at least be writing on Korean manuscript paper."
 Mr. Moon distributed the sheets of paper to each member. Juho saw the red squared on the paper in front of him and thought, 'It's been a while.'
 "You all know the writing format for this paper, right?"
 "Just barely."
 "That's true. It's really tricky to understand, especially when writing a citation page."
 The kids were staring at their sheets of paper as if they had never seen them before. Mr. Moon encouraged them and began to explain things, "What do you think the reason is for leaving the first square blank when starting a paragraph?"
 He stopped for a brief moment and went on to answer his own question, "So, it looks neat."
 The kids appeared unsatisfied with Mr. Moon's answer.
 "A piece of writing exists to be read. Moving down a line when starting a new paragraph or dialogue is for this very purpose. It enables the readers to read more comfortably. If everything was stuck together back to back, it'd be impossible to read. So, you switch over to the next line and skip a square. Then, what do you think you should do when the dialogic sentence starts to get longer?"
 Sun Hwa thought briefly, and answered carefully, "Go to the next line?"
 "Why?"
 "So it looks better."
 "That's correct."
 She was truly like an exemplary student. Even while Mr. Moon was explaining punctuation, arabic numerals and spacing in the English alphabet, he emphasized repeatedly that writing existed to be read. Manuscript paper, according to him, was like a well-decorated cake.
 As the students slowly began to come to grasp how to write using the manuscript paper, Mr. Moon explained the mission he had previously given. He revealed why he had sent everyone all the way to the library in the middle of club activities.
 "Do you guys know what a transcription is?"
 "We've heard of it, but it's definitely not something you hear everyday," Bom answered. The others must have felt no different.
 "How about copying?"
 "We've heard of that, mainly when I got in trouble with my teacher," Seo Kwang said playfully, as if he was reminiscing to a time when he had been caught.
 "They mean the same thing. From now on, you guys are going to be transcribing the book that you checked out from the library."
 "We're copying them?"
 The word 'copy' had an unpleasant connotation. As Seo Kwang had said earlier, the word was often associated with warning statements. A student could get into a world of trouble with the teacher for copying his friend's homework.
 Mr. Moon took a deep breath and started speaking, "The copying we're about to do is for practice. It's a commendable deed. You guys might not be aware, but you'll find this often when a famous author is being interviewed: 'I've transcribed the work of an author I respect the most.'"
 It wasn't clear who he was imitating, but Juho understood what Mr. Moon was saying. For the would-be novelists, transcription was something they tried at least once. It was a natural occurrence. For anybody who aspired to be a novelist, even without being told, if he or she was human, there would be at least one or two authors he or she admired. When memorizing the names of every single book written by an author and reading their work repeatedly no longer satisfied one's heart, one began to copy the author's writing.
 'I want to be able to write like this person. I'm jealous of everything this author has. I'm mesmerized by his writing.' It was a heart like that that motivated them to move their hands, so that they could turn their idol's talents into their very own.
 "One thing to be mindful of when you're copying is to not do it in a hurry. You have to follow the intention of the author as-is. In order to do that, you copy every character down to every single punctuation."
 "Yes, Mr. Moon."
 'That's right.' Something any would-be novelist tried at least once. For that reason, Juho didn't have experience with transcription. His first full-length novel had been his debut work, which meant that he couldn't be considered to be an aspiring novelist.
 Juho opened his book, 'The Winter,' written by Hyun Do Lim, and started with a narration of the protagonist reminiscing about his past. He was an old man, well past his sixties and was an unwavering and stubborn person. He had declared to his family that he would not be joining them on a family trip that had been long-due. After all, his wife and child had left him behind.
 Left alone, the old man spent time going through various emotions and eventually came to recognize the three brothers living next door. They always played near the old man's house. He spent time listening to their conversations. Soon, the eldest among the three got bullied by the other two, and the old man believed that the two were doing the right thing. He found himself in a good mood. Then, the old man received a call and discovers that his family had been tragically killed. Finally, the old man looked into the mirror and ended his story.
 Juho looked around. Mr. Moon was gone and Seo Kwang was distracted, reading instead of writing. Sun Hwa and Bom were working hard on transcribing their books. So, Juho slowly copied the content of his book. It was the scene when the old man declared his solitude after sending his family away.
 Although their deaths were yet to be known by the old man, he lethargically reminisced about his life. That perilous tone itself was foreshadow. It was quiet and lonely and it was consistent from the beginning and to the end of the novel.
 As he copied the novel, Juho felt down for no apparent reason. He was experiencing the extreme emotions that existed in midst of silence. It was different from merely reading. It was blatant and uncomfortable.
 He put down his pen for a brief moment. After taking a short break, he asked Baron, who was in the middle of drawing, a question, "What are you drawing Baron?"
 "A book illustration."
 He gave Juho a short answer, and Juho looked closer and saw the printed images. There was a character with a playful expression holding a rice paddle in one hand. He appeared to be Nol-bu. Aside from the character, there were also the drawings of a freckled girl in a dress and a kid with a runny nose.
 It was artwork to be inserted in between the pages of a novel.
 Though the genre was different, Baron seemed to be participating in a form of copying.
 In his case, he wanted to be able to draw better. Overhearing the conversation, Seo Kwang poked his head in, looked at the drawings and asked, "When did you start drawing?"
 "When I was young. I went to an art institute instead of kindergarten."
 "So, it's been a while."
 Baron shrugged without saying much. He seemed to be putting even more distance between himself and the other club members. Juho recognized that and no longer tried to talk to him. Although Seo Kwang was someone who knew when to push and when to pull away, he too no longer tried to interact with Baron. Sun Hwa was glaring fiercely at the guys as they talked. Soon, there was only the sound of friction between pen and paper.
 As soon as the members finished transcribing about seven pages, the bell rang and indicated the end of club activities.
 The next day, Bom made a move to convince Baron to give her a sample of his writing. Unlike Sun Hwa previously, Bom had been discrete.
 "So, it's a bribe?"
 "Not exactly."
 "Wouldn't it have been better if you handed it to him in person? It won't do anything if the receiver doesn't know the giver."
 "I felt weird about handing it to him in person."
 Bom couldn't gather her words between Sun Hwa and Seo Kwang's discussion. Apparently, she had come to school early and gone into the empty second year classroom to leave a bag on Baron's desk. The bag was filled with other bags of chips and cookies.
 'When did she find the time to watch Baron eat?' Juho thought to himself, impressed by her.
 "Does this mean you can demand a written note from Baron as he munches on your chips and cookies? 'I'll take your writing as payment.'?"
 "What?" Bom was startled by Juho's words.
 "What's the matter? Didn't you give Baron all those snacks to get him to write something for you?"
 "It's true, but I don't feel confident about speaking to him directly."
 "Do as Sun Hwa did, as if you were blind."
 "Who's blind?"
 "That's even worse."
 As Sun Hwa appeared, Bom expressed a strong denial to Juho. At the end, Bom wasn't able to ask for anything, so she had left Baron a gift without even revealing her name. Despite Seo Kwang's frustration over her generosity, that was the extent of her effort.
 As if left with no choice, Seo Kwang shook his head and said, "Very well. I'll tell Baron while I'm on it!"
 "Huh?"
 He must've had a plan.
 "What is it? What are you planning on doing?" Sun Hwa asked.
 "Hold on to your hats."
 After seeing his confident display, Juho had already lost interest. Ignoring the insincere response of the crowd, Seo Kwang kept on, "If you want something from a person, then you should prepare something he wants."
 "Duh! That's obvious."
 That was why Bom had given all those snacks to Baron, like Robin Hood.
 "Then, there's one question left. What does Baron want?"
 "Snacks?" Bom answered timidly, and Seo Kwang gestured at her answer.
 "Snacks are good, but I have something more delicious in my hand."
 "What is it, chocolate?" Sun Hwa answered in a lukewarm manner.
 Realizing that Seo Kwang wasn't going to stop anytime soon, Juho took out a book from his bag. It was 'The Winter,' the book he had checked out of the library for transcription, and he thought to himself that he'd read it again from cover to cover as he transcribed it.
 "I found a clue for the author who wrote 'The Trace of a Bird.'"
 Juho's hand stopped in its place.
 "Are you serious?"
 "Where did you find it? Tell us!"
 'He can't possibly be talking about me,' thought Juho as he slowly put down his book. In contrast to his calm appearance, his mind was working frantically.
 Yun Woo. Identity. Clue. There hadn't been any updates from the editor either.
 "Whoa! Control yourselves."
 "Did Baron read the book too?"
 "I saw it with my own eyes."
 Juho had seen it too. The book Baron had read on his first day of club activities had been 'The Trace of a Bird.' He still remembered the expression on Seo Kwang's face when he saw the book in Baron's hand. He looked like he was about to wrap his arm around Baron.
 "How do you know that he's a fan of the author though? It's weird to make an assumption like that just because he was reading the book."
 'That's true,' Juho agreed silently. There was no proof that Baron was obsessed with the author simply because he had read the book.
 As if he was mocking Juho and Sun Hwa, Seo Kwang clicked his tongue and said, "Since he's read the book, it'd be impossible for Baron not to be curious about the author."
 "You know, not everyone's like you just because they're a fan."
 "Who said anything about a fan? I'm simply saying that he'd be curious. Imagine you found $10,000 on the street. Wouldn't you think about who it belonged to? It would too big of an amount, so you wouldn't be able to celebrate either. You'd stay up all night deciding whether you should take it to the police or not. 'The Trace of a Bird' is just like that."
 "What the heck are you talking about? How can book and money be the same?"
 "You know, I can't help but notice that you've been commenting on my analogies."
 Seeing how the two were starting to digress, Bom chimed in. She was curious about the clue Seo Kwang had found on the mysterious author, "Seo Kwang, did you find out who the author of 'The Trace of a Bird' is?"
 "Yes, that's the main focus."
 Seo Kwang cleared his throat and lowered his voice. The room felt hushed, and he pulled out a piece of paper from his chest.
 "So, I ran into something really interesting on a blog."
 "Show us."
 Standing behind Sun Hwa holding Seo Kwang's piece of paper in her hand, Juho read the note faster than anyone else there. The first thing that caught his eyes was the title. 'Revealing the Identity of Yun Woo, the Author of 'The Trace of a Bird.'"
 The intent was quite provocative.
 &lt;A Clue Regarding an Identity&gt; The End
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 Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.
 A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.
 This is the beginning of that journey.
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 There is a new player in the Infinite World, he is hidden in the crowd of NPCs. Only at the end did everyone get given a surprise:
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 During the funeral vigil, he ate melon as the pampered A Fei.
 In the apartment full of hidden dangers, he was the harmless and helpless blind young man, Song Bozhi
 At the banquet of monsters, he was the powerful and arrogant demon crane lord.
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 Albarino was a forensic pathologist at Westland Forensic Bureau, single, witty, and would go out for a drink with his colleagues – just like any other forensic pathologist. 
 Except for one thing: he was secretly a psycho serial killer. 
 For the longest time, Albarino had a normal 3-point-1-line life [1] from home – Forensic Bureau – crime scene (his own or someone else’s), until one day, another psycho serial killer unintentionally killed his target he had planned to kill for 3 months. 
 With all his meticulous planning ruined, he was pissed off, so he decided to provoke the other serial killer himself. 
 [1] a boring, monotone, unchanging life. 
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 Her best friend turned into her younger sister, destroyed her appearance, broke her legs, snatched her powerful fiancé, and designed to kill her mother. Unsatisfied, she locked her up in a mental asylum to be tortured until death! 
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 Oppress the poisonous sister, beat up the scumbag fiancé, become the top student, become a scholarly expert, become a manhua artist. In the end, she became the chief anchorwoman on the largest global broadcast… 
 With one careless mistake, she accidentally took the gold medal during the Olympic swimming competition. The entire country cheered for the champion without knowing that she had no such intentions… 
 But all along the way, that unapproachable man protected her from nearby. 
 He spoke: For you, I would block deities. For you, I would fight gods. For you, I would kill Buddha! 
 He spoke again: If you don’t leave me, I won’t give you up either. I would rather turn my back on the world than slight my darling.
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 After losing his job Bai Liu became involved with an unstoppable horror live streaming game full of various monsters and players with killer intent. 
 Initially, everyone thought Bai Liu was just an ordinary person who strayed into the game. 
 Later, they realized it was this game that welcomed its god with victory and a laurel crown saying, “Welcome home.” 
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 The Su family has twin daughters.
 They were like the sun and the moon; one sister was bright and had a carefree disposition while the other one was demure and reserved.
 But it never occurred to anyone that when the twins grew up, the introverted sister would step into the entertainment circle and became a well-known flower! While the other one packed up her school bag, and aiming to become a doctor of Geology, sailed all the way across the ocean!
 One day, while the other sister’s intoxicated face was exploring the wild, a manager with a group of bodyguards tied her up and brought her to a variety show!
 “What bedroom scene are you trying to make me do?! Let this old woman go!!!”
 “Su Jishi, your sister left a retirement letter and disappeared! All her endorsements, variety shows, and movie contracts add up to more than three billion dollars in liquidated damages! If she still won’t show up, then you have to take her place for the meantime!
 “What?!”
 “By the way, she’s currently dating the vice president of XX Group and you have an appointment with him tomorrow night.”
 Manager: “You are three centimeters taller than your sister, two degrees darker than her skin…your hair is fifty centimeters shorter, and a mole is missing from the corner of your eye. The most important thing is that you are ten pounds heavier than her! Starting today, you have to strictly follow a diet to lose weight! Are you allergic to anything or abstain from any food?
 Woman: “I’m not a vegetarian.”
 Manager: “…”
 The president held the woman’s face in his hands and affectionately said, “Dear, this mole on the corner of your eye was made to be kissed by me.”
 The woman raised her hand to wipe off the mole: “Sorry, this mole was only painted!”
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 I shall die and die again to know that life is inexhaustible.
 Rabindranath Tagore [Stray Birds].
 -&gt; Reset world
 The ghost monsters are resetting…. The world is resetting… Resurrecting all the players… Other than [Core Player], all other player’s memories are erased… Relationship meter is erased…
 ! Warning ! Detected [Player X]’s memory is still partially retained.
 Resetting player again.
 ! Warning ! [Player X]’s memory imprint is too deep to be erased.
 Deleting the player.
 ! Warning ! [Player X] is an important character and cannot be deleted.
 …..
 Override the bug, reset the world to the beginning.
 ***After completing the Nth+1 time of resetting***
 **Instance is restarting**
 ! Warning ! [Player X] has made contact with [Core Player].
 ! Warning ! [Player X]’s feelings towards [Core Player] has exceeded the maximum threshold.
 ! Warning ! [Player X] and [Core Player] are commencing indescribable actions.
 ! Warning! The following content cannot be displayed according to the relevant rules and regulations.
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 Life Mission – a game that has become reality.
 What started out as a virtual reality game, after being suspended out of the blue, has turned into a reality. The perks are amazing and real – where points can be used to buy precious metals and cures for terminal illnesses. But so are the consequences. Death in this new reality game…is just as real.
 Our MC was one of the best players of the virtual reality game. But will he be able to become the best in this new version?
 Who will die and who will survive?
 Resident Evil-esque later in the story
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 Liu Mianmian had transmigrated and became the cannon fodder who was married to a rich and powerful family in the novel. She will be cheated by the male protagonist, she will be suppressed by the female for a lifetime without being able to turn over her life, and she will be driven out of the house by her mother-in-law to lead a wandering life in poverty in the streets.
 Shen Shenxing was an illegitimate son who was laughed at in the aristocratic circle. He was unreasonable, proud, aloof, and conceited. Half a year later, the media exposed that the Shen family’s illegitimate son was loaded with a net worth of over 100 million.
 When all the women were racking their brains wanting to climb into his bed, the impeccably attired young man was coaxing his sulky little wife in a gentle and soft voice, he couldn’t wait to hold her in the palm of his hand and pour out his heart.
 Very late at night, Liu Mianmian was confined in the arms of a domineering, calm, and collected young man. She had no way out. Her lips were red and swollen: “Shen Shenxing, you rogue!”
 The boy laughed lowly: “Hmm, I apologize.”
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 She went out of the way to help him build a business empire and get his inheritance. When she thought they would live happily ever after, she and her entire family were quietly gotten rid of and burned to ashes. As the blaze seared her skin, she was overcome by deep hatred and bitter regret, and wished she had another chance…
 Dizziness jolted her out of unconsciousness.
 She is now known as Miss Su. She tried to run from her wedding, but slipped and fell in the river, which incidentally, brought great shame upon both her and her fiance’s family. The word on the street is that her fiance is a playboy, a make-out king, and a bit of a lady’s man. But she has to salvage this marriage to carry out her revenge plan.
 And… the more she gets to know her future husband, the more she needs to find out. He turns out to be much deeper and more sophisticated than he cares to show to the outside world.
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 The strangest fate, the most exciting mind games, the cruelest survival battle, the craziest fantasy, the most bizarre truth… The first is here to battle for another ten years! 
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 When she woke up from the rebirth, she understood that the creditor who was staying outside the ward was not a good person, and that her parents and friends who had traveled thousands of miles were actually coveting the inheritance. The only person who could save her from the predicament seemed to be the upright female reporter. 
 Qin Qianrou is not at all as gentle as her name, and has been a well-known local reporter for several years. She takes the interview questions that others don’t want to take over, she dares to interview the characters that others dare not, and she can do the areas that others can’t touch. 
 Do your best to restore the truth. 
 As capable and cold as her, she went to the hospital because of a strange call. The pale child on the hospital bed rushed over as soon as she saw her, screaming hoarsely, “Aunt Qin, save me!” 
 From then on, Qin Qianrou had a small tail beside her. At first, she would only follow her, occasionally peeking at her shyly. Later, the child became more and more powerful. Not only did he accompany her out for interviews, but he also protected her everywhere, eliminating all dangers. 
 Until one night, the moon was sultry, Shen Yiqiu threw herself into her arms again, and said sincerely, “Aunt Qin, I love you.”
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