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 Sun Hwa and Bom took out their comics, and Baron pulled out a book. Like members of the Literature Club, they were all reading something. Juho, sitting still, picked up one of the compilations. It was 'Volume 34,' the most recent one.
 The publishing date on the book was eight years ago. The compilation was titled 'Memories.' The letters, printed on a yellow background, reminded Juho of autumn, the season for books. The table of contents listed the names of the past members. Seeing how diverse the topics were, the club must have also been pretty flexible back then. Short stories, poems, essays, book report, letters to the incoming members… Juho opened to the middle of the book.
 In slightly awkward sentences, the writer was talking about what the Literature Club meant to him, "The air is cold at school. We walk on the rigid marble floor. I look out through the metal beams. I have no complaints about things like that. It's just that my feet would get unbearably cold at times. So, feeling like I was buying a pair of cheap socks from the street, I joined the Literature Club. When I tried on the pair of yellow socks, they were thicker and warmer than they had seemed."
 "Yellow socks…"
 Maybe that was why the background was yellow.
 "Hm?"
 "There's something written here."
 "What does it say?"
 Seo Kwang took the compilation book from Juho's hand. While he was reading, Juho picked up a different compilation book. His eyes were caught on 'Volume 1.' Juho carefully opened the book, and, there were noticeably more names on the members' list.
 That must have been the club's prime. The book was titled 'The Beginning.' Like the title, it was the beginning of a tradition.
 Upon reading it, Juho learned that that book was closer to being an anthology. It was rather tasteful.
 "Look at this. The two teachers were dating back then."
 "Seriously? Let me see."
 That was a conversation between Seo Kwang and Sun Hwa. Soon, with the exception of Baron, there was a compilation in the hands of each club member. Baron didn't take his eyes off of his book and paid no attention to all the compilation books.
 "Aren't you going to read one, Baron?"
 "I'm good."
 Juho had made the question, but what came back was Baron's dry answer.
 "Who has Volume 1?"
 "Here!"
 "Did you finish it? Can I read it?"
 "Yeah."
 Sun Hwa had asked as if she were reading a comic book. As Bom put down 'Volume 23' after reading it, Juho picked it up. Surprisingly, the science room ghost story was in there. Though after reading it, it seemed to have failed to frighten the students. In addition, there was a serious study on the mannequin. At the very end, was a story of people putting themselves through courage test.
 "They went through a courage test."
 "At night? Is that OK?"
 "They must have sneaked in, and it seems like they never got caught. Let's hope that the principal hasn't read this yet."
 Seo Kwang interrupted as Juho was answering Sun Hwa's question, "That sounds fun. Should we do it too?"
 "You won't find anything at school at night other than the kids who are sticking around for late night study sessions."
 "Where's the romance? I swear…"
 Juho didn't take Seo Kwang's complaint seriously. Next, he picked up 'Volume 17.' Most of the compositions were written as reviews, and it gave Juho the impression that the trendy writing style at the time mimicked book reports. There were reports on various books, both famous and unfamiliar. There was a page with multiple reflections written by a several people after reading a book as a group. As Juho read on, he felt the urge to search for the same book. The brief synopsis aroused his interest. 'Maybe I should stop by the bookstore after school,' thought Juho.
 "This is actually pretty good," Seo Kwang murmured.
 "I'm sure the incoming students will be reading our writing too. I really want to do well," Sun Hwa said.
 Bom gave a big nod. There was vigor in the three students' eyes.
 "Reading this is making me want to wear yellow socks."
 Sun Hwa added to Bom's timid voice, "Let's all get matching socks, all six of us, including the teacher."
 Seo Kwang agreed, "We should have our club name on them too."
 Juho replied with a unimpressed voice, "That sounds tacky just thinking about it."
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 At home, Juho was lying in bed staring at his debut work sitting on the bookshelf. He thought of what Seo Kwang had said earlier. "You haven't read it, haven't you?"
 "Read it or not, I wrote it," Juho quietly repeated the words that he couldn't bring himself to say.
 Nobody was around to listen.
 Seo Kwang gave Juho book recommendations repeatedly after that day. When giving a recommendation, some sort of responsibility was bound to follow. There was an assessment on whether the recommendation met the other party's tastes. That wasn't just for the other person, but it was also for the one recommending the book. Did the one doing the recommendation introduce something that could be well-received? Was the recommendation to the person's satisfaction?
 According to his own assessment result, Seo Kwang excelled at recommending books.
 Every single one of his recommendations had been nothing but gems. By default, Juho read all books without discrimination, but just like everyone else, he did have authors or topics that he was particularly drawn to. Seo Kwang was impeccable when it came to picking out books that Juho might like.
 Juho had been quite satisfied with Seo Kwang's recommendations, but there was one thing that he fell short on.
 Without fail, Seo Kwang always recommended 'The Trace of a Bird.'
 Juho didn't feel the same way toward his own writing as other people. Also, he didn't really feel like reading it. He sat up after thinking about Seo Kwang and his tireless efforts.
 "Maybe I should check it out. It's been a while."
 Seo Kwang was a passionate fan after all, reading the book that left Juho dissatisfied. Writings existed to be read. An author didn't exist without a reader.
 Juho picked up the book and opened it to a random page. It was the part when the protagonist "Yun" gets out of bed at night to go for a walk. Yun washed his face and changed his clothes in the dark. He could do nothing until his eyes had adjusted to the lack of light.
 As Juho read on, he had one thought, 'Just turn on the light, caveman.'
 Most of the book took place at night. Juho had been strict about setting the character's activities at night. He wanted Yun to be lonely.
 An empty cup was needed in order to fill it with water.
 All the existing characters had their own views of the 'bird.' They turned away, killed, neglected and searched for it. It sounded multifaceted, but all of those characters possessed one true color. Night dyed everything in darkness.
 After reading about five lines, Juho forcefully closed the book. Even at a glimpse, it was incredibly cringe-worthy and pretentious.
 "Why is this so popular anyway?"
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 "Hello," Juho greeted Baron as he walked into the science room.
 Keeping his eyes on his book, Baron replied, "You don't have to greet me every time."
 His tone was dry. It wasn't a consideration of an upperclassman trying to make the underclassman feel less burdened. It was like a line that had been drawn on the desk. 'It's my turf past this line. Don't you dare cross it.'
 At that moment, that big, black upperclassman seemed a bit more innocent. It was the privilege of a child to blatantly put up a wall.
 One could draw all the lines they wanted, but the reality of the world was that it was nearly impossible for one to own that solitary land.
 "I'll still say hi."
 "…"
 Without a word, Baron redirected his attention to his book. There was approval in what he had done.
 "Everyone seems to be present," Mr. Moon came in last without even bringing his attendance sheet.
 "I guess ditching isn't an option," Seo Kwang murmured.
 The small number of people was definitely not a plus.
 "Everyone brought something to write with and on?"
 "Yes, sir."
 On a long desk, there were five notebooks. Sun Hwa had a matching notebook to Bom's. They had to have bought it together.
 "Good. Technically, today's the official first day. On the first day, I believe self-introduction to be a must."
 Sun Hwa let out a short groan. She was direct when it came to expressing her feelings. Bom was sitting next to her, and she didn't appear to be all that excited. Expressing themselves in front of a crowd while being the center of attention was a tall order for most Korean teenagers.
 "Could I have one person come out at a time?"
 "Mr. Moon, is this necessary? We got pretty close last time."
 Everyone agreed with Sun Hwa.
 "Not with me."
 Sun Hwa stopped talking, as if she had been stricken by her conscience to say that Mr.Moon was part of the circle. At that, like he knew all about it, Mr.Moon nodded.
 "This is because you guys don't want to be in front of people, right? Then let's do this. Since we're a Literature Club, let's all write them out?"
 "Oh! Yes, please!"
 It didn't matter to Juho, but he did feel more comfortable writing, so he quietly agreed. Since nobody had to stand at the front to introduce themselves, everyone took to their pens with pleasure.
 "How much do we write?"
 "However much you like."
 "So, it's OK if I write one line?" Seo Kwang asked playfully.
 Mr. Moon responded nonchalantly, "If you can express yourself in one sentence, then be my guest."
 "That sounds harder."
 Seo Kwang didn't say anything else and immersed himself in his thoughts, 'How should I start? Probably best to start with my name.'
 He thought of the most generic self-introduction, 'I am so and so. I'm so many years old. My hobby is reading and listening to music.'
 "This could be better."
 Seo Kwang went back to the basics. A self-introduction, from its definition, was writing that introduced yourself to another person. Yourself to another person, maybe one could think in reverse and write about things that the other person might want to know about "yourself."
 'What would Mr. Moon want to know about me? My grades? Maybe my writing skills since this is the Literature Club.' By that point, Seo Kwang quietly asked himself, 'Are you good at writing?' There was only one answer: 'I don't know either.'
 Seo Kwang sighed. How could he introduce himself when he didn't even know himself?
 "My ego hasn't been fully formed."
 "You went that far with the self-introduction?" Juho asked with a smile.
 Seo Kwang glimpsed at Juho's note. It was blank, just like his own. How was he so calm?
 "I don't know myself, so how can YOU know ME?"
 "I thought this was supposed to a self-introduction, but you seem like you're more on the self-realization side. Good for you."
 Seo Kwang explained his stream of consciousness to Juho, "What if you write 'I know nothing about myself.'?"
 "I'd sound like a rebel."
 "It's true though."
 "Hm," Seo Kwang contemplated it. He didn't fully agree with Juho because he knew Juho wasn't right.
 "I mean, I know something."
 Juho shrugged his shoulder as if he weren't seeing a problem.
 "Then you should write about what you do know."
 "Ah!" Seo Kwang exclaimed. It felt like he had finally figured out where things had gone wrong. He decided to be honest. When he focused on what others might want to know about him, he couldn't write a single word. 'Juho, this guy, maybe he knew it all along.'
 Juho was resting his jaw on his hand, staring off into thin air. His page was still empty. Maybe he didn't really know.
 "You put a lot of thought into this."
 "What the… Why are you eavesdropping?"
 "It's not like I'm not sitting right next to you. No wonder you can't write anything. Draw a line so that something comes out."
 "Aha! So, that's how you ended up with eraser dust everywhere. Can you stop blowing it on me?"
 There was about a third of a page worth of writing in Sun Hwa's notebook. It was surrounded by eraser dust. When Seo Kwang blatantly moved the dust away, Sun Hwa glared at him. He wasn't backing out either.
 "At least I wrote something, unlike somebody."
 "Juho's page is blank too, you know."
 "Look to your side."
 Seo Kwang looked to where Sun Hwa was pointing. In no time, his notebook had been filled about a third way.
 "What the, when did you write all that?"
 "When you were busy talking," Juho responded as he kept moving his pen. Feeling a sense of urgency, Seo Kwang stopped his quarrel with Sun Hwa and started writing in a hurry.
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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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 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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 On the server “Altar,” a high-class survival game was officially launched. Survival was the only logic in the human game of alliance, betrayal, and human-natured games of deceit and treachery. After the smoke of gunpowder ends, only the survivors can speak.
 As soon as he opened his eyes, the amnesiac An Wujiu saw a person at his side killed. While in confusion, a floating green typeface appeared before him.
 Variable Name: An Wujiu 
 Attributes: Male, 20 years old 
 Game Rounds: 5 
 Win Rate: 100/100 
 Danger Rank: SSS
 No wonder they were afraid.
 The first time he saw An Wujiu, Shen Ti felt curious. The kindness and fragility in those eyes were not fake, so how could he survive in the Altar? It was until he saw the man had a sudden personality change. He recklessly gambled regardless of the cost, casually estranged people, grew further excited on the verge of death, and even calculated against himself to win. Only then did Shen Ti realize that it was his own cognitive bias.
 Fortunately, he wasn’t a normal person either.
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 When she reborn, she finally understood; men can never be relied on. 
 That being the case, she can only rely on herself to win, that 
 splendid brilliance she yearned for, in this lifetime.
 To my scheming Stepmother and ruthless sister, I will 
 destroy all your backings, pull off your wings, and step on your 
 arrogance! As for Grandmother whom speaks kindly but has a snake-like heart, 
 and a father who is hypocritical and exploits advantages; I will tear 
 off your pretense and cut off your hope! Let’s see how you can still 
 scheme against me!
 Witness her splendid fight against her stepmother, punish scum men, 
 and create havoc in the imperial court, as she soars with the wind and 
 rises above the water!
 But as for that man who still stands! How dare he play with my heart?
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 He is a bastard who tries to trample all American police under his feet-GCPD.
 He is like the 21st century Robin Hood, who can easily disguise himself as the person you are most familiar with. We are not even sure whether he is a “he” or “her”-CIA
 We may have to spend a lifetime to hunt him down, but in the end, it is mostly useless-FBI&nbsp;
 The magician under the moonlight of. His risk assessment… is very complicated, but we can at least be sure that he is much more skilled than most members of the Avengers-SHIELD,
 He is our dream lover-Female fans.
 “In this world, treasures, and beauties are the most indispensable”- Mathison
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 The day a mysterious darkness enshrouded the world. It was theorized that the earth’s magnetic field had been changed, the data that corresponded to it also changed. The previous academic knowledge had been overturned, and numerous things had to be re-explored.
 The science that humanity was familiar with had been disrupted, including the genes of human beings. One of the largest disasters brought by the change was that 80% of humanity transformed into zombies. After years of struggling, a few lucky survivors would evolve and awaken a power inside themselves. Chu Han was never that lucky.
 While holding on against the first wave, humans weren’t the only ones getting stronger. Soon, stage 1 zombies evolved into stage 2 then 3 and so on. 10 years after the mysterious meltdown, the world of man belonged to the zombies. Humanity was nearing the of the end of the eschatology.
 One day, Chu Han consciousness came back ten years before the end of the world came. He was awakened by a loud noise in a dormitory in Minqiu University. With only 1 day to prepare before the meltdown begins, he slowly begins to realised that he had undergone a rebirth. A power was awaking inside of him now despite never appearing in the hellish future. It calls itself the meltdown system.
 Despite losing the monstrous strength gained through years of harsh training, this system claims to trade kills for talents. This is a story of a collapsing world, a meltdown system, and Chu Han being on stage as he travels to save those he could not save before.
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 Crossing to the Naruto World, Uchiha Tonan obtained the ‘Legacy Inheritance System’. As long as the people who acknowledged him died, he could inherit all abilities of the deceased. 
 Therefore… 
 “Konoha’s higher-ups mistreated the Uchihas. So, I’ve decided to lead the clan to launch a coup d’état after three years.” 
 “Ding! Gained Uchiha clan’s acknowledgment.” 
 Two years later. 
 “Tonan, this is the evidence of the Uchiha clan’s betrayal. When all is said and done, it’s your clan. So, I want to hear your opinion.” 
 “I’ll always stand on the village’s side.” 
 On that fateful night, Tonan stood on the Hokage Rock, coldly watching the Uchihas’ annihilation. 
 He spread his hands, being grateful to his clansmen’s gifts. 
 The next day. 
 “Lord Hokage, I shed blood for Konoha and became the village’s sword. And this was how you treated the meritorious clan.” 
 “Tonan, didn’t you agree to it!?” 
 “I don’t know what you are talking about. The fury of clan extermination is irreconcilable. Today, I will destroy the Sarutobi and Shimura clans to appease my clan members’ souls in heaven.” 
 A high-leveled hunter often puts on a disguise to lower the prey’s guard.
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 Some people transmigrate into Emperors, others become wangye.
 They live in luxury; their hands covering the Heavens.
 Some people transmigrate into shizuns, or sect leaders.
 They would have the respect of all, their powers supernatural.
 Some unlucky souls become villains, but even with their terrible reputations they would still have enough power to summon rain from the sky, maybe even manage to kill off the protagonist.
 But Li Changtian, a stand up young man from a good family, who died on the battlefield protecting someone, widened his eyes.
 He! Transmigrated!
 Into a person everyone wanted dead, with an unabsolvable crime!
 Li Changtian: “??? Wait wait, did something go wrong somewhere?”
 The magistrate of the Imperial Justice Bureau, Yan Shu, who hated injustice more than anything in the world had just stepped onto his head and said in an ice cold voice: “A life for a life.”
 Li Changtian: “&amp;%%%￥&amp;￥#@”
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 A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? 
 Thales did not have the answer. 
 He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. 
 The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. 
 But Thales had nothing. 
 The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. 
 “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline’s glory rests on the deeds of the King.” 
 Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.
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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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