I Will Change The Genre

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

"Do you believe in magic?" Those where the last words the old woman said to the young man before handing over a silver spoon. Three wishes he had to make with that spoon and a chance to change time. However, a mystery was attached to everyone who owns the spoon. The pathetic man who had seperate with his wife and child due to poverty, ridicules her words because only kids believed in such saying. He jokingly made a wish with the spoon and suddenly found himself in an unknown land where everyone referred to him as; "The man from the future" With that mysterious spoon, what kind of wish could he have made? Would he ever get united with his family when he finds himself in a strange land?

Ace was trapped in the cruel fate of being poor and oppresed student. He endured a barrage of insult and criticisms, facing constant verbal assault from all angles. To make matters worse, he was dealt a heart-rending blow as his lover betrayed him right before his very eyes. Until one day, his life changed substantially, [Ding!] [Host Found, VIP System activated] [Make you a VIP Person in the world, destroy your enemies, and also get the woman you want to further establish DAI TECHNOLOGY as the best technology to change the world as you want.] [Brooklyn Central Bank] The account balance with account number XXX18 is USD 20,000,000,000,000.00. This point made Ace's early life turn pinnacle of the hierarchy.

It is 1941. Joaquim Dela Cruz is a Filipino pilot on an obsolete plane, a down-and-out fighter squadron, and is up against the might and the insurmountable force of Imperial Japan. When Joaquim is shot down and crashes in the jungles of Batangas, he transforms into something unexpected: a five-inch dwende. There is a hidden history in the Philippines, stories historians can't record, and it's called Folklores. And it's one Joaquim suddenly finds himself thrust into. He has no idea how and why someone played this trick on him. Joaquim finds out he isn't living in a bedtime fairy tale, this is as real as it gets—too real, in fact, that whoever caused this silly little metamorphosis, on whatever new mission he needs to do, can change the tides of war.

Ace was reincarnated into a fantasy world. Born in a poor family, he could hardly feed himself. Life was hard but somehow he managed to survive with his adopted mother and a disabled sister. At the age of fourteen, every member has to undergo the awakening ceremony. This day can change your destiny if you awaken a good talent then you will be like a rising star but if you awakened a bad talent then your life would be very ordinary. On the day of the awakening ceremony, Ace's name was called. The instructor said," the talent is colorful grass". The people looked at Ace with dazed expressions and then they began to look at him disgusted. The principal of the academy said," you are expelled from the academy. Don't ever people let them know that you study in my school".

In his first year of college, Noah discovers that he is nothing more than the fake heir of the Bennett family. After the real heir returns, he is cast out and loses everything. From a young master, he falls into a poor student who is bullied and looked down on. Meanwhile, the real heir, who was raised in simplicity, is known to be intelligent and perfect. Until one day, the bullying nearly takes his life. But Noah does not die. When he opens his eyes, a mysterious system appears, giving him the chance to become rich and change his fate. This time, he will not just survive he will rise to the top.

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction… So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how it really happened. I can't seem to remember much. Compared to when i first awoken, 50 years ago, even if it's a fraction I'd call it progress. Over 200 years has passed since the event and I'm trying to find the answer to how this place came to be. I know it's not going to be easy and you can guarantee I'm going to fall into some unwanted predicaments. My goal: return it to the time before even if it takes destroying this world. To do that i think i have to find the one who cursed me and stole my memories... What i truly am, I'm yet to find out, and how I plunge the world into its current state. Author's note: I know my synopsis sucks but pls bear with me.

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Running away from home is just the only option I have right now to stay away from this toxic man, how can I even survive a day with a man I never loved? A wicked and heartless man. I have to make a plan now before it becomes too late to escape. What if I run away with my daughter, will I succeed? What if he sends his men after me? How will I manage to outrun them? But this is my only chance, if I can make it to the Moon Sea outside the borders before dawn, he will not notice I’m gone and before he realizes it, I will be two steps ahead. But I have a problem, how will I run away with my little baby without being noticed? Or should I leave her behind? He has placed a spell on this bangle on her wrist, if she goes close to the Khah’s Kingdom Magic barriers, it will trigger the alarm and I will be spotted in no time. What will I do? Should I leave my baby behind and run for my life and come back later? What if she dies?

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.