Just a few Pokemon fan fiction ideas. Might come up with more later if I can think of any else. 
Enjoy!

Well teaching students certainly helps me relax as it is an act of imparting knowledge, opinion, emotion and philosophy thus relaxing my mind it also strengthen my design seed and the foundation of my own unique design philosophy and specialization as both aspects of me as a mech designer is concerned mine is more of unifying the various aspects that will affect the trinity mech pilots, mech and mech designers which is very broad in my case both physical and spiritual aspects of mech designing must be continuously improving so my overall ability increase thus teaching mech designers allows me to increase my foundation which will affect the future development of my career so let's go back to work today which will involve teaching at this University for a week and this will be my second day

Now for today's lesson I will teach  how to formulate your very own design philosophy as a mech designer it is important to set up your goals and potential which is why design philosophy are unique to certain individuals as it encompasses the unification of your thoughts, emotions, knowledge , skills and experience

Thoughts ideas which you form help create the framework for your design philosophy 

Emotions help fuel the drive of how you continue moving forward and affect the direction of your career which will be decided by your design philosophy

Knowledge adds color to your design philosophy which can strengthen the foundation of your mech designing skills

Skills add life to your design philosophy allowing you to achieve and unify the various aspects of your design reflecting on your philosophy

Experience allows you to grow up and improve shaping your own design thus testing the limit of your design philosophy


Now when you create your own design philosophy you start the true beginning of your life as a mech designer your philosophy  reflecting your skills and who you are like it is equally important to improve with your skills it will create your foundation which will help you reference to what you need to do to improve  like selection of skills and choosing your own specialization so while mech designing is both an art and a science aspects you need to improve so with this I can conclude that while art was the spiritual aspect of mech designing and science was the physical aspect only with both one can truly show it's it's full potential thus improving both is my answer despite the fact that most prefer specialization

Reincarnated in the Mech Touch as a girl with knowledge from Big Hero Six, Marvel, KADO:The Right Answer, Sword Art Online, Zoids with extra cheats such as Haki Training Manual (Includes all three types of Haki and how to awaken them) and Heaven's Path Soul Art(to raise her spiritual energy which is needed for her design philosophy and raising the x factor of her mechs) plus infinite amount of materials such as andamantanium, vibranium , uru metal and etc.

The Immortal’s Poison is a modern wuxia novel, written by Cataclysmic Bean.
This is the story of the young man Wen Leyang, born into the family with an expertise in the cultivation of the Art of Poisons. 
The enemy may not always be evil, and someone evil may not necessarily be the enemy. However, one thing is certain. Wen Leyang is a frank and honest young man, a delightful hero who possesses a kind disposition towards any living creature.
 
Learn about his journey as he embarks on an adventure of cultivating into an immortal.

Bai Qiao's wish was surprisingly unusual, but it wasn't unachievable. After the exorcism convention, Boss Jin received a massive sum of prize money. He was extraordinarily good to his wild daughter, even though in Bai Qiao's eyes, Boss Jin this daddy was nothing but a means for her own enjoyment… 
After the negotiation, Bai Qiao signed a new agreement with Wang Ling: as long as he could fulfill her wish to develop a game, she would be willing to return with him.
But now there was another problem.
Everyone here was good at playing games, but not at making them… Games didn't just require a high level of creativity – the level of scrutiny had progressively increased in recent years, and many new games weren't even able to obtain license approvals from the relevant body, all of them ultimately rotting away in the hands of the game companies.
In exchange for these huge investment costs, the games couldn't even be released – for the time being, game companies big and small on the market were caught in a dilemma.
So, the question was what kind of game they should make. Large game companies like Horseguin and NetHard[1] dominated the top rankings with games like MOBA and PUBG. If they developed a similar type of game, it would be very hard to steal a piece of this pie.
But before even getting that far, no matter how exquisitely made a game was, small game companies couldn't compare with established companies in terms of server operations and maintenance – as soon as a huge number of users flooded the server, it would most likely crash.
But Bai Qiao already had her own ideas about the game design. If a new game wanted to gain a foothold in the game market monopoly, creativity would be a key factor.
It was August 29th, the sixteenth day of the summer vacation. Wang Ling's room had never been this lively with so many people. Wang Ming, who had been pushed around for a long time in the lab by Zhai Yin, had also come… however, it wasn't Wang Ming himself who came, but the mecha armor he was controlling remotely, Wang Ling Two.
After the trip to Beast King's Remains the last time, the latest Wang Ling Two had been upgraded and modified using Wang Ling One as the base. Not only could it be used in battle via long-range control, it could also be recalled at a click to combine with the original body. Most crucially, Wang Ling Two already had basic artificial intelligence and thus had its own consciousness.
That was to say, Wang Ling Two's current capability was already very close to that of the advanced clone "Crispy Noodles Dao Monarch" which Wang Ling had created by using the Great Separation Spell. Wang Ling Two's memories would also synchronize with Wang Ming's brain. The only difference was that Wang Ling Two wasn't as strong as Crispy Noodles Dao Monarch.
In the room, Dog Two, Jingke, Little Silver, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Wang Ling Two surrounded Bai Qiao in a circle.
"Tell us your ideas for the design first; you can leave the rest to me after that." When Wang Ling Two this artificial human replica spoke, it was with Wang Ming's distinct voice.
"I want to design a cultivation simulation sandbox game with a high degree of freedom!" Bai Qiao's face brightened when the subject of games was brought up, and her eyes seemed to shine with light. "I'm going to call it 'Cultivation Emulator.' Characters, spells, cultivation arts, magic artifacts… including the world itself, everyone can set the parameters themselves. Players don't operate characters, but an entire world – they have to consider the power balance between forces and maintain order in the world. To ensure that the world you create can develop in a sustainable way – this is the key to this game!"
"So the main point of the game is to run a whole world? Will in-game purchases be possible?" Little Silver asked. As another fan of games, he had played some of the top-ranking games in the months that he had been living at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's place, and whatever he could spend on, he would! The one he hated the most was "Dungeon & Devils." He was rendered speechless by the game's weapon upgrade system – he had even thrown in his food delivery money, but still couldn't upgrade his weapons no matter what.
Later, after Little Silver watched some online videos, he found out that those who had successfully upgraded their weapons had been kowtowing on the side as it happened – they used their foreheads to click the mouse to demonstrate their sincerity… 
"There won't be any in-game purchases; it's an absolutely fair game. In order to make money, however, we can instead design trendy fashion to sell."
"Will wearing trendy clothes add to your attributes? Like an extra 10 ATK?" Little Silver raised his hand and asked.
"No."
Bai Qiao resolutely shook her head.
"What about the power struggle?"
"That will automatically take place depending on the design parameters and the basic characters. For example, you can pre-set how many major forces your world will have, the distribution of power, and so on. However, the composition and size of the force will depend on character parameters. As for each character's talents, attributes, personality and so on… the player can freely design all these at the beginning.
"Based on their attributes and personalities, these characters will develop freely in the world and finally form their own forces according to the pre-installed script. Players won't have any control over this, which is why the characters' personalities have to be defined right from the start."
"Can we set up a world without any villains?" Dog Two asked.
"You can! In this free cultivation world, the player is god. Of course it's fine if you want to create a perfect world without any evil. However, whether a world like that can continue to run is another matter. You've heard the story of the catfish and sardines, right? A civilization grows in strife. If there is no pursuit of or desire to change, the world itself will not progress," Bai Qiao said.
Wang Ling Two nodded. "I have a rough idea of what you want now. However, we still need a sandbox game template and some basic programming parameters. I need some real data as reference."
Right after Wang Ming said that, Book of Sage Immortal suddenly spoke up before Wang Ling could say a word. "I calculate that there's a 98% chance that my lord will have me search for a suitable world and imitate its parameters."
Wang Ling: "…"
"Can a super outdated tablet like you do that?" Bai Qiao's eyes sparkled.
"Yes, Miss Bai Qiao! It's very easy!" Book of Sage Immortal replied.
Book of Sage Immortal then projected an image of a blue and brown planet. "These are the parameters for Earth in the tenth universe from six hundred million years ago. Miss Bai Qiao can create the characters now; I'll combine them with this tenth universe, and extrapolating from that, simulate the future development of the world.
"Not just Miss Bai Qiao, but everyone here can also try creating your own characters. Let's see what sort of impact they'll have on the world in the future…"
Saying this, Book of Sage Immortal turned to look at Wang Ling. "My lord, would you like to create the first character?"
Book of Sage Immortal was well aware that in the end, its master was Wang Ling. Giving Wang Ling first priority in creating a character was giving him face, and there was a 78% chance that its lord wouldn't smash it to bits… 
[1] A riff on Tencent's penguin mascot and Chinese game company NetEase.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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For the rest of the afternoon, Lily helped Susu brainstorm for designs. Susu enjoyed her company as she tried to sketch different designs that are nature related. Rather than reusing or searching online for common ideas such as flowers and other things that are most likely going to clash with others, she decided to think in a reverse order.

Lily brought up wild ideas that triggered Susu's creative mind. Susu doodled randomly while Lily made adjustments to the sketches to present her thoughts.

Lily asked, "Can I draw on top of this sketch?" Susu nodded while welcoming any thoughts that Lily had on her mind. She watched as Lily drew lines and simple shapes to promote her idea. 

"I know my sketches are chicken scratches since art has always been my weakest subject, but you get this sketch~ See! They said nature right? But roses with thorns don't necessarily mean you need to use a rose. You can use substitutions!"

Susu listened attentively, "hmm... substitutions..."

"Yeah! Like thorns could be bandages or like ropes or whips to tie someone up! Those kind! But what I mean is that you don't have to follow exactly as the original form of the object. You can use something that brings out that idea."

"I understand what you mean, and I also had the same thought myself. I want to improvise on my own and create a design that is nature related once someone wears it. Also, these BDSM lines are pretty cool."

Lily clapped excitedly with the red marker in her hand, "Right? Right?! I may not be able to guarantee anything about drawing and designing, but if you want any naughty ideas, I can definitely market it for you! No problem! Hehehehe other than bondage, there are also different exotic ways to make your work the main highlight."

"Oh~ It seems like I should always look for you when it comes to bedroom play then. Hehe. Your ideas are very wild and does trigger the parts that I lack for my designs. Don't worry, though, no matter what, I won't steal any of these designs."

Susu looked at the design with her eyes filled with passion. She could feel her hands itching to create her new design. It's been a while since she's felt this way and she was eager to try this new product out once it completes.

Lily patted Susu's shoulder, "My Su, you can have my body if you wanted and I still wouldn't say no. Why would I even care if you decide to take my ideas? I'm sure you can make much better use of it than me with my chicken ragged shapes. The mama chickens from farms would probably die from puking out blood after seeing my designs."

"Oh! You're right."

"Uh huh, even you say so right?" Lily cupped her cheeks with her eyes closed and shook her head exaggeratedly.

"No, no. I don't mean your drawings. Your sketches are like every other artist's first drafts. I meant your body! Give your body to me!" Susu stood up from her chair and held Lily's shoulder sounding extremely excited.

"H..huh? Uhm uhm y...you really mean it? W...Well, if it is you, you can do anything you want." Lily blinked at her with shyness written all over her face.

"Yes!! Your body is perfect for my design! Muahhhh, my dear! You just saved me so much time and effort! Haaaa, now, let's take your body measurements!" 

"Ahahhaa! Oh my!!! Who could say no to you? Geez! You got my heart racing crazily just now!! You must be the queen in the bedroom! A feisty mighty one wooo!" She patted her chest and soothed her racing heart.

"Awww honey, I love you soooo much!" Susu squealed in excitement and hugged Lily tightly. 
"C..can't breathee" she patted her buddy on the back.

"Oh.. ehehehe sorry, too excited for the new designs I have in my mind." Susu loosened her embrace while Lily laughed, "Aiyo~ I love this part of you even though your excitement almost squeezed me to death pffft. Haaa I love you soo much too honey bun." 

Their confessions were quite moving, but for those who were sitting around them, that was eye candy. Two pretty girls confessing their love to each other with tight hugs. Which guy wouldn't fall for it?

"Ahem." Two voices broke the girl's warm moment. The girls turned their heads with their smiles frozen at the two men standing with their arms crossed.

They parted from each other and quickly hopped like a bunny to Chen Mu and Lin Que. 

Susu placed her warms on Chen Mu's face and pushed his cheeks together, making his lips form a fish shape. Seeing his girl laugh heartily, his arms wrapped around her slim waist, "Weady to guu hom?" 

She giggled at his silliness, "yep! And I have the perfect model and designs in mind!!! I'm super excited!!!! You're coming with me right? To Huang Corps' annual event as my companion." 

He smiled as she let go of his cheeks and placed her palms against his chest, "Of course. I would always support you."

Susu had already explained everything to Chen Mu, and he was well informed about her decision to enter the event. With his resources, she will definitely make it in time with her completed designs to attend the event in a month.

Meanwhile, Lily jumped into Lin Que's arms. With his doting nature, how could he continue pretending to be the jealous fiance and in the rejecting hug pose? His arms spread to let her fall comfortably in his arms. 

As his arms covered her small body, she chuckled and looked up, "My Mister Lin, will you care to join Huang Corps' annual event to support your little bunny who will act as a model that day?"

Lin Que pinched the tip of his nose gently, "I'd love to accept your invitation. No man can see what I don't see. Especially the things that only I could see, they will never be able to see. Plus, these wolves gotta learn their places that day. Shall we head home?"

"Uh huh! Hehehe." She spread her arms and enjoyed the man's cologne before holding his hand to bid goodbye to Susu and Chen Mu. The two pairs split as their parking spots were on opposite ways.

Chen Mu and Susu also waved goodbye to them before holding each others hand and walked towards the exit of the mall.

A game of "Let's Switch" changed the fate of three youths.

Tian Yuo (Age 6): "Nobody will notice, especially her! I don't want to play with her."

Chen Mu frowned from his behavior, "But she is your future fiance. You're meeting her for the first time anyways."

Tian Yuo: "Come on, let's switch for the day. Sometimes even our mothers can't figure us out because we swapped our clothes and accessories! Please...I'm going to tell my mom that I don't want to marry her anyways."

Chen Mu: "I still don't think it's a good idea.."

Tian Yuo: "Didn't you hate hanging out with Chu Yao? I'll help you avoid her for this whole school semester if you switch with me."

Chen Mu sighed, "Fine. Only this time." 

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Tian Yuo: "I don't want to marry Yin Susu. I don't love her, and she will never be my bride."

He shouted out loud in front of his parents, Yin Zin Leung (Susu's father), and Karen (Susu's step sister). Before leaving the room, he grabbed Karen's hand and looked back with a sharp glare towards Susu, "I will only have one wife and she's Karen."

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Karen handed Susu a glass of wine, "Sis, please forgive me. Bro Yuo and I really love each other. I'll drink this glass of wine as an apology. It's my engagement night, so I hope you could give us your blessing."

Susu felt tightness in her chest as she chugged the glass of wine in her hands down her throat. She didn't notice the smirk on Karen's face while she was swallowing the wine. 

Feeling ill, Susu went upstairs to escape the loudness that gave her a headache. She leaned against the wall and sloppily entered a guest room. Once entered, she stripped naked from feeling the heat in the room.

The next morning, she woke up to find Tian Yuo sleeping naked next to her. Her face turned pale as she felt cramps on her lower abdomen when she moved. A noticeable blood stain was on the bed...

'Did..w..what happened..?'

The guest room door swung open and Karen shockingly stood by the door. Her loud gasp and unsettled tone rung Susu and Tian Yuo's ears, "Sis! Bro Yuo!! How could you two do this to me?"

Tian Yuo immediately sat up and caught a glimpse of what had happened. Quickly he refuted any accusations that were thrown at him, "It's not like that! I didn't! Karen, it was her! She drugged me! I drank the wine that was from her and then I woke up just now!!"

He angrily looked to his left and growled, "Yin Susu! I never thought you'd go this far!!!"

Susu cried, "It's not me!!! It's Karen!!!"

Karen's tears were similar to a nonstop flood, "Sis, you're too much!!! How could you!!!"

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Tian Yuo coldly scowled at Susu on their wedding night, "We may be married, but I would never touch you. You'll live with an emptied title. You'll never get the love you wish to get from me. Understand?"

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Chen Mu spotted Tian Yuo at a bar after paying Susu a visit. He ran towards the handsome man who was flirting with a group of girls, "You bastard! If you never loved her, why marry her in the first place?!"

"To torture her."

"If you don't know how to care for your own wife, then I won't hold back! I won't let anyone hurt her. Not even if you are my closest friend."

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Author's note: Chen Mu is the Male Lead in this story.
 
The book cover image does not belong to me. Credits are given to whoever the author is for the image that I found on Google. I edited and added onto the image for the book cover.

Gun-Ho was informed that the art gallery's interior work in his building in Sinsa Town was completed. He headed to Seoul to see it. When he arrived at the building, President Jeong-Sook Shin was already at the site. The stairs leading down to the basement were built out of wood and it looked elegant. The business sign was placed on the spot where people could easily see from the main road.
"GH Gallery…"
The business sign was artistically designed but it clearly showed the name of the gallery, which was 'GH Gallery'. President Jeong-Sook Shin took Gun-Ho to the inside of the gallery. When Gun-Ho entered the gallery, Director Kang turned on the lights.
"These are all indirect lighting. President Shin often came to the gallery during the renovation and gave us advice on the interior work."
"It looks great. It seemed the interior design company did a very good job here. I do like the lighting and the layout of the interior, but the gallery hall seems a bit small."
President Jeong-Sook Shin responded to Gun-Ho's comment with a smile,
"It's not a small space, sir, for an art gallery. This is twice larger than the Sotdae Art Gallery in Insa Town. Unless there are so many paintings to display, this is actually a good sized art gallery."
"Oh, I heard that you have sold all of Mr. Ding Feng's paintings already."
"Actually, we have two paintings left. Those two paintings are hard to sell in Korea because of the cultural differences. However, the art exhibition itself was a big success. Mr. Ding Feng was very satisfied with how his art exhibition turned out."
 
While Gun-Ho was having a conversation with President Jeong-Sook Shin, he received a call from Min-Hyeok Kim in China.
"President Goo? My father-in-law seems to be very happy. He is constantly bragging about his art exhibition in Korea to everyone he sees. He said that he made a bigger success in Korea than Japan or Hong Kong, with his art exhibition. He asked me to tell you that he appreciates you and President Shin's help and he is really grateful."
"Well, we made money with his art exhibition too."
"He sent two of his paintings by mail for you and President Shin as a token of his appreciation. Those are a gift from him."
"He didn't have to, but I thank him for the paintings. I will hang it on the wall in my office of the building in Sinsa Town."
 
Gun-Ho and President Shin followed Director Kang to the rooftop.
The rooftop was neatly cleaned, and new grass was growing there with other plants and trees. There were a small gazebo and wooden benches as well.
"Wow. The space looks totally different."
President Shin seemed to be impressed.
"Do you see the empty space over there? That's the space where we will build a small construction for business use."
President Shin seemed to be excited about the space, and said,
"Sir, I think we can run a book café there. We can connect it with the art gallery in the basement. This rooftop space looks amazing. The office workers in this building can take a break here. It can be a nice place for the old ladies from Gangnam District to meet with their friends too."
"Once I rent the spaces for the art gallery and the book café to GH Media, you will have to pay the rent on time. Are you confident that you can handle it?"
"Can we start with a low rent in the beginning? I want to give a try."
"Sure. Director Kang, make a design request to the construction company and apply for the building permit. I will send Director Yoon from Dyeon Korea here; he is the expert in the construction field. He will be of great help. I believe, you and Director Yoon together will make a nice book café space in this rooftop."
"Okay, sir."
 
Gun-Ho made a phone call to Seukang Li to Shanghai.
"Mr. Ding Feng's art exhibition in Korea was a success."
"Really? Congratulations."
"Do you know the art gallery which handled the Chinese young painters' avant-garde art exhibition?"
"Of course, I do."
"I will visit Shanghai soon with President Jeong-Sook Shin. Can you introduce the gallery to us?"
"Sure. It's my job to promote Chinese artists' art exhibitions abroad. Come quick."
"Okay. I will be there next week."
"I hope that GH Media expands its business to other fields like art, music, soap opera, and movie, not just publishing books."
 
On Friday, Gun-Ho went to Japan. His passport became shabby with a lot of stamps from the immigration office, because of his frequent trips to Japan and China.
Once he arrived at the New Otani Hotel in Akasaka, Tokyo, he looked for the hotel manager.
"Hi. I made a reservation to use the small meeting room—Gekkyu."
"Oh, hi. You reserved it for four hours of use, right?"
"Yes, I did. I'm not sure if I'm going to have a meal or not, but even though I decide not to have a meal, I will pay the basic cost for it."
"Hai, Wakarimashita (I understood)."
Gekkyu was located on the 18th floor. It had the full view of the forest around Japan's State Guest House. Once the sun went down, the lights on the streets and the surrounding buildings were turned on one by one. Gun-Ho looked out of the window while sitting on a chair in Gekkyu. Gun-Ho looked at his watch. The appointment time he gave to Seol-Bing was 6 pm and it was already twenty minutes past six. Gun-Ho thought Seong-Bing wouldn't show up again. The hotel staff came into the room and filled up Gun-Ho's empty glass with water. Gun-Ho ordered a glass of wine, and he continued to look out of the window while having the wine. It was dark outside, and he saw Seol-Bing's reflection in the window.
'Oh, my gosh. Did I see a ghost just now? Am I that desperate to see her?'
Gun-Ho continued to drink his wine while thinking it was just an image his desperate mind created. But he then felt like someone was standing behind him.
"Oh, Seol-Bing!"
Seol-Bing came into the room quietly and she was standing behind Gun-Ho. She was still wearing her dark sunglasses and she was wearing a coat.
"I thought you wouldn't be able to make it. Thank you for coming. Please have a seat."
Seol-Bing sat on a chair. She didn't take off her sunglasses.
"Why did you want to see me?"
"Do you, by any chance, know of a Chinese production company called Huace Media?"
"Yes, I do."
"I have a company named GH Media, and I am seriously reviewing the possibility of acquiring a Chinese entertainment company."
Seol-Bing didn't say a word but she was listening to Gun-Ho quietly.
"It's not a Korean company but it is a Chinese company that I'm thinking of acquiring. If that company produces a movie, can you help us?"
"It's not something I can decide. My agency makes a decision for all of my work."
"Does your agency decide whether you can see someone or not?"
Seol-Bing smiled slightly.
"Would you like to have a glass of wine?"
"I'm good, but thank you."
Even though Seol-Bing expressed her unwillingness of having a glass of wine, Gun-Ho ordered one more glass and filled up the glass with the wine.
"That's all you wanted to ask me?"
Gun-Ho placed the glass of wine in front of Seol-Bing in response to her question. Seol-Bing didn't even lay her eyes on the glass of wine and said,
"To be honest with you, it was really hard for me to come here to meet with you. I'm supposed to make a report to my agency about every single move I make."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

I relaxed for the next few days. The rabbit's leg on the other hand healed properly and it was now able to walk without the cloth and sticks wrapped around it. The medicine it ate as well as the raw herbs, increased the healing process greatly. I released the rabbit on the 4th day. The rabbit was surprised that I just let it go but didn't linger around for fear of me changing my mind.

"Thanks to you, my arm is now attached back together. Live your life to the fullest" I said out loud even though the rabbit was long gone. 'I will have to heal it first and then start the rehabilitation process. It will take a while for my arm to return to the previous state but with the spring approaching, I should be able to find even more herbs' I thought and took out a book. Past those few days, I couldn't really train my skills, even more so my strength, therefore I opted for books. Knowledge was also part of one's strength.

In those few days, I completely memorised the Corporeal Structure book as well as the Nerves and Pressure Points book. They were quite useful and I already had some ideas how I could use the latter for medical purposes. On the other hand, my fighting ability suffered a lot. My close combat was really lacking as well. If I were to compare it with the woman who severed my arm, my skills in that department were pretty much non existent. 'That attack of her… It wasn't done by sheer strength. Was this also an Aura? I mean that Eterian Laly, if that is really her name, said humans have Auras but can Aura attack as well?' I thought. 

My Auras couldn't create such attacks, they only possessed certain effects that could increase my pain resistance and instincts for example. This may be possible. Afterall, I only experienced my own auras as well as that Eterian's Ability. I didn't feel any Aura from the sword woman when she attacked normally, it was entirely possible that the final attack was an Aura.

'Even if an Aura can be used this way, I have too much going on now. As soon as I get better, I need to master the Natural Path skill. The blood figure gave me some ideas about it due to its advanced use of my skill. If I'm correct, I should be able to improve it a lot. This would mean that catching me, will be very difficult' I thought and started reading the book in my hands.

I was reading the Bone Treatment Log. This book couldn't help with my case but it was interesting nevertheless. 'It seems that someone who wrote this log, treated a lot of bones with defects and illnesses' I thought. The book described cases such as hollow bone structure, it would mean that the bone had no marrow. This was a very serious condition and quite rare but the person who wrote this, actually managed to heal it and described how it was done. 

Another such case was, when the author encountered a patient which seemed to be born without the bones in few of his fingers. The patient couldn't move those fingers whatsoever as there was no bone structure to support that movement. Yet the author claims that he healed that defect after a long time. It took him over a year to implant some bones and carry out the procedures in order for the patient's fingers to work again. 'If what this book says is true, then that author was a bone doctor. He specialised in bones most probably, while he could also do some other procedures as well. Stuff like implanting bones into the patient's body and so on' I thought.

I found the book interesting and read it from cover to cover, stopping only for some food. I had some food stored up in my bag and because I didn't practice anything while my hand was in healing process, it would be enough for one more week. I didn't have to hunt and simply rest.

A few more days passed and I was quite bored. The books I had, were already finished. I decided to spend some time thinking about all my skills and what to do next. 'Besides rehabilitation, I need a plan. I still want to go north, even though it's so dangerous. Everyone I met, said I would die in the north. Just what exactly is there, that it's so dangerous?' I thought.

My thoughts continued 'Going there with my still healing arm, is out of the question. With my rehabilitation, I should practice the Natural Path skill until I'm able to complete the movements of the Blood Figure from my dreams. It shouldn't take me long, I already saw the the Blood Figure do it. Perhaps a few months of time but I still lack in my combat departament. There is the Wind Daggers skill I could practice but it's not going to be easy. Although I incorporated that under the Art of Hidden Weapons, It really is an art on its own. Mastering it would take me too much time. What else can I do?'.

I went through my mind and besides the archery, there was also the Stringed Hidden Weapons which I couldn't practice either. The close combat was abysmal compared to some strong people. I had no techniques like the others. Even though I still remembered the book about fist skills, what good was it against opponents that used weapons?

Poison was a supportive skill and I also needed tools as well as herbs in order to produce a decent poison. 'I have nothing. Wind Daggers or archery is my only option. The problem is, those are not close combat skills. Wind Daggers require daggers which I have very little of. Archery requires bow and arrows, I can make arrows myself or reuse the ones I have but it is a long distance combat. If something comes closer to me and is powerful, I have no way of counterattacking. I can only… Wait!' I thought.

There was a skill I could utilise with my daggers. 'I forgot about it. This was the skill from the book about fist techniques but I can adapt it to my daggers! The book described a skill that utilised speed in order to punch multiple times. It's not really difficult to do when someone is as strong as me and I can do it with my daggers already' I thought. What I had in mind was not that simple thing, the attacking points would become the most important parts. 'This should be a start, a skill in close combat I could use. I will test that later when my arm heals but the real practice will begin after the Natural Path skill is completed. If I had the skills of the Blood Figure from my dreams, I might not have had my arm severed' I thought and laid down. The days ahead would be boring but I was already fired up to try some of the ideas I had.

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Have you ever considered, what is a Limit? Well, I have. I’ve seen people who were as strong, as wild animals. Those that were faster than the wind. Some that shined with intellect. Yet, what are the Limits of mankind’s strength, or intelligence? 

No one seems to know. We develop more and more, seemingly without an end. What if, someone was the smartest in the world? Would that suggest the Limit? What if, someone was the strongest in the world? Would that be the Limit? Would that make that someone, more than a Human? These are just questions, but what if I saw people reach their Limits? What if I know what happens, when you break the Limits? What if I were to tell you about it, would you believe me? 
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Huang Xuan spent the following day at the Beta factory, watching the banknotes continuously come out of the machine, he even felt that the noise sounded pleasing.
The printers that had been retrofitted by Rolin still looked and worked the same, but the banknotes were real. To make it easier to use the money, Huang Xuan asked Rolin to make the notes look used. This was normally a simple operation, but asking Rolin to do it costed him around $3,000,000 USD worth of energy.
By a rough estimate, Rolin had already used $25,000,000 USD since they had arrived at P101. If it wasn't for the light oil they had purchased before, if they just depended on the electrolytic aluminum plants, then they wouldn't even have enough energy to return home. Luckily, its reached the time for them to harvest their returns.
Beta Factory printed $15,000,000 USD worth of banknotes overnight. Even before the great depression, this amount was equivalent to half of Ford's yearly profits, enough to put him on the list of richest people in America.
Huang Xuan first put around 20 kg of green bills, around $2,000,000 USD or so, into a duffel bag. Afterwards, he put the rest of the banknotes into the Plane Passage, then he turned off the machines and left the workshop. He gave the duffel bag to Hans and said, "Chase Manhattan Bank."
In the lobby of the bank, Joseph immediately noticed the tall Hans and the bag in his hand.
"How may I help you?" Joseph asked while holding his white gloved hand with fingers cross near his waist. He led Huang Xuan into the VIP room. With a deposit of 600,000 dollars, he could use this room at anytime.
There was only the three of them inside this delicately decorated room. At this time, there wouldn't be anyone monitoring the room, so Huang Xuan took the bag from Hans, opened it and said, "Please count the money inside, I would like to deposit all of it into your bank."
With only a quick glance, Joseph knew that his goal for the month had just been achieved. He quickly called for his deputy to come in, refilled coffee for Huang Xuan and said, "Please wait for a moment, our employees will be done counting soon."
Huang Xuan nodded apathetically. "I want to meet with Mr. Rockefeller, John Rockefeller."
"I will pass on your request for you," Joseph responded and walked away.
Huang Xuan was confident that Rockefeller would meet with him. $2,000,000 USD was a lot of money, if you must compare, it would be equivalent to $100,000,000 USD in 2001. Especially in 1931, when liquid assets was in short supply, this infusion of cash could be seen as rain after a drought. During the 1933 bank runs, many banks closed due to lack of liquidity. Two years prior to that, warning signs could already be seen."
"Hans, go get the design from the car." Huang Xuan said as he gently stirred his coffee.
"Alright." Hans looked at the employees in the room, called over a bodyguard and whispered a few words. Afterwards, he stood behind Huang Xuan again.
Rockefeller Jr. spent a lot of time on Chase Manhattan Bank's business, today wasn't any different. After he received the message from Joseph, he quickly finished up and went downstairs. He shook hands with Huang Xuan and said, "I heard you are from China? It is a beautiful place."
In the 1930's, China actually wasn't that good, the golden age of national capitalism had just ended. However, it gave Huang Xuan a favourable impression that Rockefeller had started the conversation with that.
"Mr. Rockefeller, I know you are very busy, so I will cut to the chase. I heard that you have invested in Pan Am. Is it true?"
"Yes." Rockefeller poured some whiskey for himself and added, "Are you interested in investing in Pan Am as well?"
During the great depression, Pan Am was one of the few large corporations that wasn't losing money. By 1931, there was more and more people who wanted to invest in Pan Am. Naturally, Rockefeller thought that Huang Xuan was thinking of the same thing.
To his surprise, Huang Xuan shook his head. Huang Xuan took the designs from Hans' arms, opened them and said, "You must be curious to why Mr. Sloan and Ford both have connections with me."
"A little bit." Rockefeller acknowledged.
"It is because of this." While speaking, Huang Xuan opened the design and handed it over to Joseph. Standing beside Rockefeller, he said: "Are you interested in it?"
"This is... the design of a plane?"
"Yes." answered Huang Xuan. Then he smiled, rolled up the design, and then passed it over to Rockefeller and said: "If you are interested, you can come find me. " Then he looked over at Joseph. The manager quickly reacted and took the deposit receipt from his deputy. He then handed it to Huang Xuan with both hands and said: "The total was $2,084,700 USD, thank you for using to Chase Manhattan Bank."
"Thank you." Huang Xuan took another look at Rockefeller and left with a smile on his face. Actually, he wasn't really trying to sell the design to Rockefeller. He didn't have enough time for that, also, now that he could print money, doing business with Rockefeller was just wasting time. Offering the design only had one advantage, as long as he could keep Rockefeller interested, then Rockefeller wouldn't dig too deeply into the mysterious and large amount of money deposited into his account.
As Huang Xuan walked down the bank steps, his expression became serious. Take a deep breath, he got in the car and said to Hans, "Let's go see Mr. Hammer."
Even in America, Hammer was a legend, he was called the King of Golden Ideas. This Russian American had gotten involved in many different industries, from breeding, pencils, medicine, art collectibles, and even to oil. In every industry he was able to earn a lot, and in the collectibles industry, which Huang Xuan cared the most about, Hammer similarly had an amazing amount of experience.
In 1922, Hammer brought his younger brother (an Antique Appraiser) to Russia to look for Russian Artifacts, an area not yet covered by other people. They grew their collection bit by bit, and arranged their villa in Moscow like a museum. One day, an American antiques dealer called E. Sarkozy came to visit their villa. When he saw the interior of the villa, his eyes almost popped out. Hammer got inspired by this, so he shipped most of his collection back to America after he paid a 15% export duty. The collection would be handled by Sarkozy's trading company. After Sarkozy went bankrupt, Hammer bought his shares of the company.
During the great depression, from 1931, Hammer did something that surprised many people. He bravely started to sell art works at the counter of department stores and was extremely successful. This was the most severe depression in American history, yet Hammer profited millions of dollars. And the place that Huang Xuan was going to now, was Hammer's department store. 
At a time where most goods were being affected by heavy deflation, art works was one of the few types that was able to keep or increase its value. Due to this fact, Hammer's department store was one of New York's most popular places.
After Huang Xuan got of of the car, the busy mall gave him the feeling that he was watching a movie from the 1990's.
The gentlemen were wearing top hats, holdings sticks and walking by politely, arm in arm with their ladies. The small parking lot was filled with all kinds of cars, as if a vintage car exhibition was being held. The 33-year Armand Hammer was in a tight-fitted suit with a stand-up collar. He circulated around the lobby and greeted every customer near him. He noticed Huang Xuan's arrival immediately.
When Hammer saw a yellow-skinned man with two bodyguards, he recalled his experience in Russia. He handed over his work to the manager, walked over quickly, and said slowly in english: "Hello, my name is Armand Hammer, the owner of this Art Dealership, is there anything I can help you with?"
"I think so." Huang Xuan replied with an East-coast accent. He had picked up quite a few slangs while living in America these last few days.
Huang Xuan walked further in and looked around at the art works. He then told Rolin: "Take a look and find out what isn't available in P112. It needs to be valuable and unique, understand?"
"No problem." Rolin was now used to this type of searching and started to work right away. 
"I heard that you have the most complete collection of Russian Royal Antiques, so I came to take a look." Huang Xuan told Hammer.
Like with every change in regime, the fall of the House of Romanov ended the Tsar's collections. By the order of Lenin, all art works and collectibles were sent to Moscow. In a dark storeroom inside the arsenal of the Kremlin, some treasures had disappeared and non one knew where they were. The willow chests that held these treasures were completely intact, in-fact they were still sealed and was guarded by the army. However, when Stalin took power, all the effort Lenin made to preserve the cultural heritage of Russia was erased. To obtain economic support from the Western powers, Stalin even traded the royal relics. In 1927, the new regime started to take out piece of treasure to have them appraised, and eventually sold to the west. In their eyes, using these treasures that represented decay to trade for economic support was a natural thing.
Sadly, Russian relics were undervalued from the beginning, especially its art value. Just as Chinese calligraphy and paintings were mostly appreciated by the Chinese, the value of Russian art works, especially their cultural value, was mostly only appreciated by the Russians.
In 1931, Hammer took thousands of Russian Art Relics to New York, as he intended to sell them for the new regime. Although he did well, compared with the value of these items 70 years later, the price was undervalued by up to 100 times.
Of course, Hammer didn't know about all of this. He was already happy that someone wanted to buy Russian art, not to mention someone who looked like they wanted to make a bulk purchase.
"Let's talk inside." Hammer was insightful, he felt this young man was willing to spend more money than anyone else present.
Huang Xuan smiled and nodded.


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



All of my artworks on Sustaining the King's Life will be posted on my twitter:
@chains_lock / https://twitter.com/chains_lock

What will be found on my twitter?
1. Every new volume = new cover/artwork
2. Map design
3. Character design
4. Random scenes from the book
5. Art requests *scenes/characters
6. Q&A to characters themselves/author. (YESSS YOU CAN ASK THEM QUESTIONS LMAO)
7. ...and more!

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On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

- > Photo used is RE-DRAWN by Chainslock from the manhwa: 【폭군의 번역기가 되어버렸다 | AUTHOR: 샤무아】

『The image is redrew to fit the character description. Credits to the artist for the reference photo.』

[1-2 chapters a day (GMT+8)]

All of my artworks on Searching For Andromeda will be posted on my twitter:
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What will be found on my twitter?
1. Every new volume = new cover/artwork
2. Map design
3. Character design
4. Random scenes from the book
5. Art requests *scenes/characters
6. Q&A to characters themselves/author. (YESSS YOU CAN ASK THEM QUESTIONS LMAO)
7. ...and more!

Follow me on twitter! https://twitter.com/chains_lock or just simply type @chains_lock

Ephraim, or as called by his colleagues, Raim, is an archeologist. Upon his commencement, he was stationed with a task force consisting of a researcher, a biologist, a doctor, and a former sergeant-in-arms; their team entrusted with a duty to examine the desolated lab of an abandoned former space station: ANDROMEDA. 

As a man of science, he knew what his weakness was: curiosity. Upon entering the premises of ANDROMEDA, Raim discovers that succumbing to his desires would prove fatal one day. 

And that day has come. 

By the end of the darkness of the seemingly isolated laboratory was not obscurity filled with dust and desolation—but a tunnel leading to another realm of knowledge. A pathway to another dimension. 

No . . . the -pathway- to another world. 

The entrance to a completely different time where magic, knights, kingdom, monsters, and battles reigned supreme; now Ephraim and his task force must utilize their knowledge to survive onslaughts and drive the kingdom of another world to prosperity. 

! ! ! ARTWORK and COVER created and designed by Chainslock ! ! ! [credits to Mikebosi’s Windreader Zell for the reference photo]

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