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 ��Take care of yourself.��
 ��Alright, be safe.��
 Mr. Moon sent the students away and stayed behind, in the science room, on his own. There were five notebooks piled up on the desk, all submitted by the members. They were new and spotless.
 He opened the notebook on the top of the pile. It was the time to listen to the voices of his young pupils.
 ��My name is Sun Hwa Ahn. I��m 17 years old, and my blood type is B. I��m maintaining my grades at a higher tier, and my hobby is reading comic books. I enjoy comics. The reason why I joined the Literature Club instead of the Comic Club is that the Comic Club at our school is not a genuine club.��
 From that point on, Sun Hwa wrote at good length on her complaints toward the school��s club management. Wasn��t it supposed to be a self-introduction?
 About half of what she wrote was about comics. When it came to the things she liked, they were described in great detail.
 ��I hope you can view me as a bright and healthy student! Thank you Mr. Moon!��
 She was straightforward to the end. She had the courage to speak up about the things she liked. Mr. Moon was able to immediately picture Sun Hwa. Considering how it painted a fairly accurate picture of herself, that had been a decent self-introduction.
 He picked up the second notebook. It was a similar notebook to Sun Hwa��s, and it wasn��t hard to guess who it belonged to.
 ��My name is Bom Yoon. I��m 17, and my blood type is A. My hobby is reading. I like both comics and literature. I joined the Literature Club at the suggestion of a friend. Everyone here seems to have distinct personalities, so I look forward to being part of this club. Thank you Mr. Moon.��
 That was it. There were traces of her erasing in the blank space. Timid and a woman of few words, it seemed like she was still working on introducing herself. Despite the length, it was easy to identify her characteristics. She was complimenting a group of people around her when she had barely met them. Her style was similar to Sun Hwa��s. Her self-introduction was focused more on the others than herself.
 Perhaps she��s sensitive to her surroundings.
 After some thought, Mr. Moon moved onto the next notebook. The name Seo Kwang Kim was visible.
 ��To Mr. Moon.
 This is Seo Kwang Kim. I��ve chosen the Literature Club as my first club after coming up to high school. The reason why I didn��t choose another club that could potentially look better on my school record is simply because I��m not interested in getting good grades. Nobody enjoys studying, but I seriously despise being forced to do something.
 My parents call me immature. They say that I��m going to regret this in the future, but I know for a fact that regret isn��t going to be the only sentiment I feel when I look back to this moment.
 I love books. That��s the reason why I joined the Literature Club. The first time I came to like books was the moment I shed a tear onto the page of a book. I��ve cried reading a book in the past. It was an amazing experience. Although I wasn��t listening to beautiful music or was able to see gorgeous colors, I was being moved from deep within.��
 Mr. Moon related to Seo Kwang��s statement. You could never forget the moment of being moved by that thing called a book. Many people kept crying and laughing from stories left by great storytellers. A person could grow solely through that.
 Seo Kwang described himself at the end in a single line, ��Your pupil who��s in love with all of the stories in this world, Seo Kwang Kim.��
 
 Next was Baron. When that kid showed up to the staffroom for the first time, Mr. Moon was honestly shocked.
 ��I want to draw.��
 Mr. Moon replied, ��I��m a literature teacher.��
 Then, Baron answered, ��I��m aware.��
 ��Who would��ve thought a rebel could be so polite?�� Mr.Moon quickly gave him permission. ��It was good to have at least one person around who liked to go against the flow. Others could find that a motivation to write.��
 What kind of things would a artist pupil of a literature teacher draw?
 Mr. Moon opened the sketchbook and smiled with satisfaction. It was a very familiar drawing, a bird in a white background. It immediately reminded him of a book cover, and he felt a small bit of relief. After reading that book, he had to feel something, whatever that might be.
 Mr. Moon picked up the last notebook, Juho Woo��s. That kid was hard to read. He seemed innocent, but on the other hand, mature. He appeared to have a floaty kind of personality, but at the same time, he blended well with others. It was hard to tell if he was calm or just absent-minded.
 ��Maybe his introduction will tell me.��
 He turned the page.
 ��Oh man, this kid.��
 Could that be better described as brilliant or off the wall? Mr. Moon chuckled at the title written on the first sentence.
 ��About Grilled Mackerel.
 Mackerel is referred to as the blue fish. Its clean, buttery-tasting meat is worthy of being called ��the porkbelly of the sea.�� If the fish is of high quality, all it needs is a little salt. Otherwise, it will require a bit of trimming. This is to eliminate the fishy smell.
 Prepare some rice water or water with a little bit of soybean paste. Soak the fish for about ten minutes, then wash it in running water. The odor will disappear. If you add lemon or finely ground daikon radish and soy sauce, the fish becomes a delicacy.
 I��m always eating grilled mackerel that��s been tidily prepared. Only, my father is not fond of that.
 He dislikes the fact that the human hand is extinguishing even the essence of the ocean. Even if it were the fishiest smelling mackerel, he says that he prefers that over the mackerel that��s been prepared to people��s liking.
 Standing next my father longing for the lost essence of the fish, I find myself subconsciously picturing him when he was full of the fragrance of life.
 With a hope of having grilled mackerel for dinner tonight, I now bring this composition to an end.��
 ��Grilled Mackerel.��
 ��I like it.�� Mr. Moon read Juho��s writing again. It was flawless as a self-introduction.
 ��I wouldn��t have know. This kid is very interesting. Are kids good at writing by default nowadays?�� Murmured Mr. Moon as he thought of a young author in his head.
 ��
 As Juho read in his room, he heard the front door opening. His mother was home.
 ��Welcome back.��
 ��You must be hungry. I��ll grill some mackerel.��
 ��Sure.��
 Juho felt awkward about speaking to his parents in casual language. For some time, he had been speaking to them properly. His parents were thinking that their son had grown up after moving up to high school.
 ��What about father?��
 ��He must be busy at work. He said he��ll be late.��
 His mother took off her work clothes and immediately started cooking in the kitchen. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, there was vigor in the house. Rustling, the sound of chopping, smell of fish�� All those came together and transformed into a mouth-watering smell. With hands of experience, she had quickly filled the dinner table. She hadn��t been doing that for mere a day or two. It was precise, and skillful. All Juho could do was to place the utensils on the table or scooping rice into the bowls.
 ��Thank you for the food.��
 Juho took some the white mackerel meat from the plate and put it in his mouth. The meat was just buttery enough, giving it a smooth texture. It was perfectly combined with rice. He felt like he could eat an entire bowl just with the mackerel.
 ��Is everything OK at school?��
 ��Of course.��
 ��Has there been anything interesting lately?��
 
 As usual, she calmly asked about her son��s day. Naturally, Juho told his mother about what had happened that day. It was mostly about what he had talked about with his friends or funny things his teachers had said. When it came to the club activity in the science room, Juho only picked things that his mother might laugh at. In response, Juho��s mother started sharing about her day and the things that happened between the neighbors.
 ��It��s impossible to have a conversation with that lady. It��s like she��s from another dimension.��
 ��Is that right?��
 ��Yeah! She even talks like a baby.��
 Then, she impersonated the lady��s speech. Her lisp was rather funny. After they had finished talking, she added these words as always, ��There are things that should stay within the family. Just because I said what I said, you can��t be going around telling your friends. You know what I mean?��
 ��I understand.��
 Her concern for her son was habitual. After cleaning up, she cut up some persimmons. They were sweet and pleasant. After Juho took a bite from a soft piece of persimmon, his mother asked, ��How are you feeling these days?��
 To that unexpected question, Juho asked back, ��What do you mean?��
 ��You��re famous now. Your books are selling well. Are you excited?��
 Juho��s mother said it playfully, but Juho wasn��t that naive. He sensed concern behind her words. It had to be something about her son becoming arrogant from the unexpected success. There had been moments like that in the past. His mother would carefully ask Juho a question after dinner, and back then, her immature son found her concern to be a hassle.
 His parents had to have been caught off guard by their son��s success. They probably weren��t sure of how to raise him properly in such a situation. Coming to think of it, Juho��s parents had always done their best to encourage him. He was solely responsible for neglecting their words and choosing not to listen. A child was not some creature that grew according to how its parents raised it. The reason Juho��s life came to such an end was because of his choices.
 ��It is exciting.��
 ��Still, you know that you shouldn��t be too excited, right? Things could fall apart at any moment.��
 ��I know. That��s why I��ve been putting all my money into the savings account.��
 ��Great, that��s my son! You��re the spice of my life.��
 Juho reassured his mother, and for the first time in a while, he spent time with her in front of a TV.
 ��Honey, the mackerel is too fishy. Do we have any lemon?��
 ��It��s a fish. It��s supposed to smell like that. We don��t have any, so you��ll just have to eat it.��
 Coming in late from work, Juho��s father had to get an earful from his wife after complaining about the mackerel.
 ��
 ��Hey, play a different song. Something exciting.��
 ��Got it.��
 The music filled the classroom. It had been a trend to listen to music during recess using the computer in the classroom. The song selection usually varied depending on who was sitting in front of the podium, but it was generally pop.
 The class president held the mouse today, and unlike other days, he played a music video of a foreign pop singer. Seeing the sexy dance moves, the boys cheered and whistled. Even the girls joined in. ��Take me.�� The sound of laughter mingled with the music.
 While bobbing his head to the intro of the song, Juho realized that he felt like the lyrics were being translated simultaneously and focused on listening.
 ��Why do you look so serious listening to a song?��
 ��I had something to think about.��
 While he enjoyed the song, Seo Kwang saw Juho with a serious face and laughed. Juho paid no attention and kept listening. After testing himself for several days, Juho realized that his head was able to translate any language after some time. It wasn��t just English.
 Click.
 The phenomenon began with a sound that rang out in Juho��s head. It was bizarre. He remembered seeing some five or seven year old prodigies on TV. Those kids learned several languages on their own and shocked the adults around them. Were those kids learning languages by using the same ability as Juho?
 ��Hey, there��s something going on outside,�� Seo Kwang said with his eyes fixed on the hallway.
 ��Huh?��
 By the time Juho had stopped thinking and reconnected with reality, there was a sharp scream. The music stopped, and the kids came out of their class one by one. Seo Kwang and Juho also left their seats to see what was happening. Kids who were walking on the hallway stopped and approached the scene. There was nothing at the center of the crowd standing in a circle.
 ��What��s going on?��
 ��I can��t really see.��
 The kids closed in to get a better look. All of a sudden, the circle broke apart and split open like Moses splitting the red sea. There were screams occasionally. It was neither a god, nor a person that walked through the opening of the crowd. It was a centipede, with more legs than anyone could count.
 ��Oh, my! It��s huge!��
 ��That is so gross!��
 ��Somebody, kill it.��
 The centipede was busy moving around between the kids�� feet. From the centipede��s perspective, that group of kids probably had more legs. The centipede had to have probably realized it by now,
 ��I shouldn��t have come here.��
 Due to the school being close to a mountain, Juho heard a teacher saying that centipedes were a common find. The first years were on a high alert because a centipede had appeared before them. The school being in Seoul, most kids probably weren��t used to seeing centipedes right in front of their eyes.
 ��It might be poisonous.��
 Squirming what looked like either a head or tail, the centipede came closer. It was a threat. That thing was dangerous.
 ��Let��s kill it!��
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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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 He was an addict, a loser, a despicable human being.
 But, one fleeting dream that may not have been a dream at all reawakens his once-lost senses.
 Possessing a very unique ability, he would use that, and the dream, to forge his path in the world now known as the Lost Paradise.
 ….
 “The son of god Gula has returned.”
 I was lost in the world of gambling.
 I turned my back on my family and even betrayed my lover.
 I wasted every day of my life.
 It was a life of trash.
 The reality told me thus:
 That I would amount to nothing no matter what I did.
 In order to change my pathetic life, I chose fantasy, instead.
 Even then, it was the same story.
 I wondered if salvation would come at the end of the long road.
 But, I was forced to kneel down in defeat in front of a powerful entity.
 The tower I built up with my own hands crumbled into nothingness.
 Just for once, I dearly wished to know the truth about myself.
 – Come closer, my child…
 I will not hold back this time.
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 Su An was thrown into a world of quick transmigration by his suitor, who attempts to approach him with a different identity.
 Hidden dangers can not be prevented, but fortunately, with sweet words and beauty, Su An has won the love of the big bosses from each world.
 An indifferent painter suffering from mental illness, a flirtatious bandit young master from a wealthy family, a demon monk with powerful martial arts skills…
 To Su An’s surprise: Every big boss is poking my appetite!
 The big bosses who got hooked up: …
 They all gave a meaningful smile.
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 Shen Yan insisted on marrying this Fu Hang even at the risk of being abandoned by her family and relatives. She thought that after three years, she would be able to melt the ice in his heart. However, when this man detained her and forced her to kneel in front of his family to confess to mistakes she never committed, Shen Yan realized that this man’s heart was made of ice. When she fell into the water alongside her elder sister-in-law, Lin Xing, Fu Hang jumped down at the first moment and saved Lin Xing. He carried Lin Xing to the hospital while Shen Yan, who did not know how to swim, could only wait for the guard to save her. The child in Lin Xing’s stomach could not survive the ordeal and she had a miscarriage. Fu Hang brought Shen Yan to his family without any explanation and asked her to kneel and admit her mistake. His eyes under his sharp brows were piercingly ruthless as if he stabbed a knife into Shen Yan’s heart. “After Big Brother passed away, he only left a child behind. You shouldn’t have killed this child!” “I didn’t do it. She jumped down herself!” “What are you waiting for? Kneel and admit your mistake!” Three years into her marriage, Shen Yan was convinced that even a dog was more valuable than her in the Fu family, what more Lin Xing who Fu Hang really loved. Right before one of her kneecaps was about to land on the ground, Fu Hang still thought that Shen Yan would admit to her mistake. Little did he expect Shen Yan to slowly straighten up and said, “Fu Hang, let’s divorce. I’ll just pretend that I fed the past three years to the dogs. Nobody is worth wasting my youth on after this!” Therefore, Shen Yan decided to return home and accept her inheritance that was worth hundreds of billions. A glorious life awaited!
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 Mu Chun, who woke up after a burst of dizziness, didn’t know whether he had entered another personality or another universe. 
 The eldest daughter of the lawyer family told Mu Chun that he was the most promising inheritor of the school of psychoanalysis and the most gifted therapist. 
 This era is also very strange. All kinds of physical and mental diseases can be seen everywhere, such as mania, insomnia, dysfunction, persecutory delusions, transvestism… emerge one after another, but the treatment methods stay in the era of psychoanalysis. 
 Mu Chun just wanted to keep her own law and order, earn money to support her family, and coax the eldest lady to go home to become a lawyer, while she was dawdling in the community hospital. 
 The eldest lady stalked him to become the greatest therapist.
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 Gu Yuanyaun had transmigrated inside a currently popular novel. She transmigrated into the body of a woman that carried the same name as her. Coincidentally, the woman already had four sons but was forcibly separated from them by an accident and ended up with a miserable ending.
 As time gradually passed by, it was always accompanied by change. The four sons grew up and became successful individuals. They became the bosses on their own chosen fields while on the contrary, their mother, Gu Yuanyuan, instead turned into a teenager which was even younger than her sons.
 Seeing that the hurdle was too high, Gu Yuanyuan, who became a pea princess on the story, decided to find her four sons.
 The eldest son was a billionaire.
 The second son was a legendary medical doctor.
 The third son was a martial arts prodigy.
 And lastly, the fourth son was a genius professor.
 Gu Yuanyuan smiled with a kind face and said: “Dabao, Erbao, Sanbao, and Xiaobao. I’m your mother”
 Looking at their mother’s appearance that could be mistaken as their own daughter’s, the four big sons was: “…???…”
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 For your sake, I don’t care even if I’m to face against the entire world. The young girl’s extreme love obsession had already deeply hurt the young boy…. Years later, the boy had already grown up; he understood that he cannot face the other party’s feelings head on, so he chose to forget…. but little did he know about the kind of path that he walked on to, and what waited for him there, will be…
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 After 18 hours of operation, a certain handsome doctor died on the operating table, only to wake up and discover that he had transmigrated into an alpha’s body.
 A pitiful omega sat next to his bed. When the omega noticed him waking up, his small face immediately turned pale!
 Jiang Yunshu: I used to treat you badly?
 Bai Tang trembled and didn’t dare to talk.
 Jiang Yunshu: ….
 Jiang Yunshu: It won’t happen again.
 Jiang Yunshu found that Bai Tang’s body was covered with wounds, and his left arm was fractured.
 Jiang Yunshu: I used to hit you?
 Bai Tang turned pale and whimpered: No…
 Jiang Yunshu: ….
 Jiang Yunshu: It won’t happen again.
 Jiang Yunshu found that Bai Tang didn’t even attempt to dine at the table at home since the original owner would not allow it.
 The original owner forbade him to eat meat because it was tasty. He couldn’t sleep in bed because the original owner didn’t like him. Jiang Yunshu also found out that something was amiss with Bai Tang. His gland was utterly f*cked up.
 Jiang Yunshu, who hardly cursed: f*ck.
 Later, Jiang Yunshu also learned that every time the original owner domestically abused Bai Tang, he would say the same sentence, “It won’t happen again”, but the next time he’d only hit harder.
 Jiang Yunshu: Bastard!!!
 But luckily, Jiang Yunshu is a patient man, and as a doctor, he’d be able to gradually nurse this beautiful but broken omega back. He even went so far as to spend his entire life proving to Bai Tang what he meant when he said, “It won’t happen again.”
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 In an era when holographic films were popular, the World Youth Championships recurve bow archery champion, Ji Dong, saw a strange thriller trailer in the cinema.
 After the movie was over, the maglev rail he was riding in was involved in a bridge accident.
 When Ji Dong opened his eyes again, he found himself in the thriller world of the movie trailer he had just seen. What’s more, he has to do everything he can to survive before the playback bar reaches 100% progress.
 Fortunately, he has a strong heart, and even though he is only a novice village player, he dares to participate at the top level.
 Traveling around this strange world, even if you can’t win, you can at least bluff. No matter what you encounter, you are not afraid!
 …Just this friend, what’s the matter with you?
 As a horror film player, you are so delicate and weak that you vomit blood and faint at every turn, but you are handsome and beautiful, and you are also very charming…
 Faced with such “baggage,” Ji Dong, a patient with severe facial paralysis, said—— I! Throw! Do not! Under! Hand! What!
 This is actually a story of [returning amnesia, the essence of the unknown. A full-level master at attack Ren Jianmo × A fast-growing rookie pretending to be a master Ji Dong.]
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 “You once loved the 16-year-old me, can you come to love the 30-year-old me again?”
 The film emperor was involved in two car accidents at a young age which resulted in brain damage.
 The psychiatrist worked on curing him, but the film emperor ended up with a lovestruck brain instead.
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 Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her.
 His eyes were dark and serious. “…Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours.”
 Gu Nianzhi: “!!!”
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 Even though he lived in America, Tang Cu had been deemed the “godly author” since his debut 8 years ago on a famous Chinese online novel website. However, many people did not know he had a severe social anxiety disorder which caused him to be considered “cold.” After being invited to do an interview for the company’s 10 year anniversary celebration in China, he finally gathered his courage to meet with his #1 fan, Pian Yu.
 Pian Yu had been following Tang Cu’s novels for his entire career and, after noticing the lack of romance in Tang Cu’s popular novels, they wrote fanfiction for his novels to include the ‘romance’ Tang Cu left out.
 However, Pian Yu turned out to be a male college student named Lu LianGuang.
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