Power Stone Goals from now on: I always post a minimum of 5 chapters. Henceforth the following are the goals:
Every 150 powerstones, I upload an extra chapter.
If we hit top 30 in the 30-90 days power stone rankings, thats 1 more chapter
If we hit top 10 in the 30-90 days power stone rankings, thats 1 more chapter
If we are top 5...well lets get to that first. Happy readings!
Chapter 16: Make out tactics ahh chapter
Michael had just gotten home from a long, tiring day at school. Most of the day had been spent in creative writing class, which, ironically, had done nothing to inspire him. He hadn't enjoyed a single second of it.
If anything, the whole school day had just drained him. He was annoyed with school, annoyed with the world in general—but if there was one thing he still liked, it was fiction.
So, after throwing his bag onto the floor and kicking off his shoes, he flopped onto his bed. He grabbed his phone, pulled up his usual fiction site, and started scrolling.
Wrapped in a blanket, he mumbled, "Why is everything so bad lately?"
All he wanted was a decent novel to help him wind down from the day. Something new, something interesting.
But everything on the homepage looked either repetitive or just plain bad. He scrolled through a few pages and was about to give up when a new title caught his eye.
"Lord of the Mysteries?" he muttered, tilting his head. He hadn't seen that one before. It only had 15 chapters uploaded so far.
Part of him hesitated. He didn't really like starting things that weren't already a few hundred chapters in. It felt risky. What if it was good, and he got stuck waiting for updates?
Still, the title was interesting, so he tapped on the synopsis.
"In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve the extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world. Firearms, cannons, battleships, airships, and strange machines... potions, divinations, curses, hangmen, seers with odd defects... the light shone brightly. The secrets of the world were never far away. This was a legend. This was the legend of the Fool."
Michael raised an eyebrow. It didn't sound like the usual generic stuff he came across. The mix of historical vibes, mystery, and supernatural elements—it was unusual, but in a good way.
"Alright, guess I'll give chapter one a shot."
He clicked on it and began reading.
From the very first paragraph, he was pulled in. The atmosphere was strange, quiet, and unsettling. The main character, Zhou Mingrui, wasn't just a blank slate. There was a weird tension, something different about how he saw the world. And then it hit—he had become someone else: Klein Moretti.
Michael sat up a little, his interest rising. The way the story introduced the concept of the Beyonders and the mysterious world behind the veil felt fresh. Each line had weight. It didn't feel rushed or bloated. It was just... engaging.
By the time he finished the first chapter, he knew he was hooked.
"Okay, that was actually good," he said to himself, surprised.
He went to the review section out of curiosity and saw that no one had posted anything yet. Without thinking much, he typed a quick note:
"Seems to have really high potential. Hope the author can consistently upload. Would recommend anyone to read. Definitely unique."
He hit send, tossed his phone beside him, and laid back with a sigh.
Little did Michael know, he'd just stumbled into the beginning of something much bigger.
He was hooked, whether he realized it or not.
He was the first member of the church of The Fool.
…
The morning after uploading my story, I woke up to a message from the System:
[90 Entertainment Points Gained].
I stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out how the number was calculated. I still didn't really understand how the entertainment points worked—was it based on views, engagement, reviews?
No clue.
But it didn't matter all that much. What did matter was that people were reading my novel and actually enjoying it.
That alone was enough to put me in a good mood. I got dressed, had a light breakfast, and went on with my day.
Time moved fast after that. Two weeks passed before I really noticed. During that time, I spent a few days crashing at Sam's place.
We hung out, talked about the book, and played games when I wasn't busy with set work. But eventually, the director asked me to stay on-site again as we moved into more focused shooting days.
While juggling everything, I managed to keep up with my upload schedule. In those two weeks, I posted another 28 chapters of Lord of the Mysteries.
The story was starting to grow a bit of a reader base. Comments were still sparse, but every now and then, someone would post a line or two about how much they liked a twist or how the worldbuilding stood out.
It was quiet progress, but progress all the same.
I ended up gaining another 300 EP, which brought my total up to 390 EP. At this rate it was going to be forever by the time I reached the required 100,000 EP.
I also got paid from the show again.
And now, here I was—standing on set, script in hand, running through my lines for the next scene.
We were filming season one, episode four of Teen Wolf, and I was about to do a scene I had been dreading since the table read.
My first make-out scene.
On-screen, my character was finally going to have a proper moment with his girlfriend.
Off-screen, I was mentally preparing to stay calm and professional about it.
"This is going to be fun," I muttered under my breath, half-sarcastic.
Someone on the crew gave me a thumbs-up as they adjusted the lighting.
Yup. Showtime.
…
I was cycling frantically toward Allison's house, pedaling faster than I ever had before. My legs burned, and I barely noticed the streets flying past me. Just as she pulled her car into the driveway, I skidded to a stop right in front of it.
She hit the brakes and stared at me, surprised. I quickly took off my helmet, trying to catch my breath.
"How did you...?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Surprise," I said, still panting. "You got here the same time I did."
She stepped out with a stack of books in her arms, shutting the car door with her hip. "That's kind of impressive," she said as we walked toward the front door.
"Oh yeah, I just took a shortcut. A really short shortcut."
She looked at me and tilted her head. "What is going on with you today? You're acting all kinds of bizarre."
"Just stressing about classes," I said. "I'm not doing as good this year."
"Not doing as well," she corrected.
"See? Exactly. Maybe we should start with English."
She laughed as she unlocked the door. "No one's home for hours, so we're gonna be fine," she said casually.
We headed upstairs, and she glanced back. "I'm still unpacking," she said as we entered her room. There were boxes scattered everywhere.
"You've been here for a month," I pointed out.
"I'm taking my time," she replied with a smile.
"Hey, so I was thinking we start with history—" I began, pulling off my jacket. But when I turned around, she was suddenly close. Too close.
She leaned in, her face just inches from mine.
Her lips met mine before I even had time to think. Soft at first.
I didn't know where to place my hands at first. My heart was beating too fast, and the entire room felt like it had shrunk around the two of us.
I rested my hands on her waist, careful at first, until she pulled me closer.
Every part of my mind screamed at me to slow down, to think, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than her. Allison had always been pretty—more than pretty—but now, up close, feeling her breath mix with mine, she felt completely irresistible.
It wasn't just the way she looked. It was the way she was. The way she smiled with her eyes. The way she always corrected me without making me feel dumb. The way she laughed, like the sound was meant just for me.
And now she was here, pressed against me, her hands in my hair, her lips warm and unrelenting. I could barely believe this was happening.
It was like everything else—school, stress, expectations—just faded out. All I could feel was her. All I wanted, in that moment, was more.
My hands slid up her back as she pulled me toward her bed, and we stumbled a little, laughing between kisses. But even as we laughed, the kiss never lost its pull.
…
(3rd person)
Crystal ran her fingers over his perfect shoulders, arms and eight pack, making Jace moan in pleasure, and she felt his body shudder.
She giggled, and could feel Jace's half-smirk against her lips.Jace grabbed onto the waistband of her black tights, ripping them off, causing Allison to pull her lips away from his to gasp at his boldness…he wasn't supposed to do this.
This was not part of the script…but it was something she wasn't against.
Juce was never like this with her. He always made sure she was comfortable in what he was doing, and never was aggressive.
No matter the shoot he remained polite to her... But she had to admit, she liked this new version of him. It worked for him.
"I'll buy you another pair," Jace barely got out, his voice a lot raspier and lower than usual. He was definitely honing himself in…Wow was he an amazing actor… Or maybe he wasn't acting?
He grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips back on his, Crystal moaning into his mouth.
Scott's rough, calloused hands from lacrosse inched up under Allison's blouse, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her dark, lacy, almost see through bra, making Jace moan.
But soon the two of them got to their dialogues…and both of them were left wanting more.
…
As the scene wrapped, everything shifted—literally. We were no longer in the same location as earlier, and it took me a second to realize how much time had passed since the last take.
The moment with Allison felt far away now, replaced by bright lights, crew chatter, and the general chaos of a working set.
I blinked a few times, steadying myself. The energy from earlier had worn off, replaced by the normal hum of production. I still had to stay on set; the day wasn't over, and we had more scenes to shoot.
Just as I was heading toward the back to grab some water, I heard Crystal's voice behind me.
"Hey, what are you doing for the next few hours?" she asked casually, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Nothing much," I replied. "Was just planning to head back to my trailer and chill for a bit. Maybe review lines. You?"
She smiled. "I don't have anything going on either, and our next scene is together anyway. Was wondering if you wanted to do something."
I raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"Well... how about we go get some food?"
I paused. Honestly, that sounded great. I hadn't eaten anything real since breakfast. But there was a catch.
"Sure," I said, "but there's one slight problem."
Crystal tilted her head. "And what's that?"
"I don't have a car."
Her eyebrows lifted in amused surprise. "Wait, seriously?"
"Yeah. Still working on that whole driving adulting thing," I said with a half-smile.
She laughed. "You're literally in a major TV show and don't have a car?"
"Hey, some of us are efficient pedestrians."
She shook her head, still smiling. "Alright then, lucky for you, I do have a car. Come on, let's go."
"You're serious?"
"Of course. I know a great place not far from here. You'll like it."
"Well then," I said, grabbing my hoodie from the trailer steps, "lead the way, chauffeur."
We walked off set together, past the camera rigs and lights, toward the parking lot.
Just two people, coworkers maybe, but for now just trying to eat something decent and talk about anything but scripts.
As we got into her car, I buckled up and glanced at her. "So, what kind of food are we talking about? I need to mentally prepare myself in case it's, like, ultra-green vegan health food."
Crystal gave me a side glance. "I was thinking tacos."
I grinned. "You know what? I take back everything I said about you being scary in scenes. That's the best answer you could've given."
She laughed as she started the engine. "You're so dramatic."
(Authors note: Fam did you all watch that match between Port and Spain...I want to cry.)
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Authors note:
You can read some chapters ahead if you want to on my p#treon.com/Fat_Cultivator