In Xi Wu Empire, there is Donglin County. With mountains and tall trees to heaven. And among these mountains and rocks, there are 18 huge, fortified stone fortresses. Powered by powerful clans. Ye Cheng, son of the head of the clan E. Previously, he was an outstanding genius of his clan. it was said about him that such a genius appears once every hundred years. He had high hopes. However, misfortune overtook Ye Chen. On one trip, he was ambushed, and the canals inside the body were damaged. Ye Chen managed to stay alive, only he became disabled. Now he wants to regain his cultivation, and restore justice ...

This story is about one of the thousands of SAO survivers thats loosly based on the anime Sword Art Online. This story is told in a journal like form. Hope you enjoy.

Anything can be bound. Anything can be sealed. Anything can be restricted. Only time will tell how long these will last. A rewrite from my original Book 1 of the Gamer Series.

This is also on Fanfiction.net, same name and everything. The author is the same, but with Web novel limiting the word count, so I had to make it similar to my fanfic's username. 

Warning: Bad grammar, English not my first language. 

Check the other stories of mine in https://www.fanfiction.net/~imboredsojustdoingrandomfanfic

AND DONE! The 4th of July, 2020 is when this fanfic is completed!

I write this with regret after looking at a line of lanterns extending for thousands of Li. If not for the actions of the past few years, perhaps we would never have been forced into this predicament.

The Boxer Uprising began towards the end of the 19th century. Angered by the actions of foreign nations to forcibly open up China for international trade, commoners and the disciples of seclusive sects and young masters of notable families rallied under the common cry to exterminate the foreigners. 

However, the elders of every major power declined to take part in the conflict, worried that any mishap would cause a change in the current power structure. Furthermore, they saw the revolution as a means for the younger generation to temper themselves, as well as establish themselves in China.

Due to the gradual lessening of Qi as time passed, the younger generation was much weaker than previous ones. It was considered extraordinary for individuals to be at the Foundation Building Realm at the twilight of their teenaged years. Unaware of the strength of foreign guns, the younger generation of mostly Qi-refining and Foundation building realm cultivators rushed into warfare over the next two years.

What happened next could only be described as a massacre. 

China's major powerhouses rushed to stop the uprising, however, over 95% of the younger generation were already buried within the dirt. Due to their arrogance, countless geniuses fell, as they were the ones who usually rushed into the battle first. What remained in the younger generations were cultivators of lacking talent.

Knowing that their future was bleak, the major powers had to make concessions to the Eight Nation Alliance. Nearly half a decade later, the deaths of powerhouses in the major powers facilitated the Chinese Revolution of 1949. 

Most among the major powers desperately fled China, taking with them their strongest skills, treasures, and rare herbs, burning the rest of their possessions such as common qi-gathering techniques and body-refining techniques. Bandits, wanting these possessions, ambushed the people fleeing towards the coast of China. 

Just after a few months, the absence of these common techniques already haunted the major powers, as without qi-gathering and body-refining techniques, their strongest skills are useless.

The powers that had chosen to remain in China were not much better off. Investigated by the new government of China, many famed sects and notable families were forced to burn many of their precious skills linked to the previous government, limiting their future power. 

Regardless of the treasures that were lost, the most precious thing lost to us is our home. During the journey, several seclusive masters, having long claimed to have thrown away their secular attachments, still broke down from the idea that they would never be able to return to the land they considered home. From the ashes of the old government, a new tiger rises.

                                                 - Journal of a Nameless Cultivator


In a dimly lit room filled with books in every corner, an old man sighed after rereading the journal of one of his ancestors. 

Whenever he read this journal, he would always feel a mixture of feelings ranging from regret to anger. As described in the journal, in the room with him were some of the strongest skills known to man, yet the number of qi-gathering techniques numbered few.

Regardless of his feelings, the old man quietly got up and went to sleep. He needed to be ready. 

After all, his youngest grandson would attend school for the first day tomorrow.

A fatty attempts to find a main character in the modern world of cultivation.

Nezex(Cave)
17:20 Pm


Within the Cave, Lu tong silently gazed at his talent tree.

Pugilists focused on strength and combat, and they practiced the art of Qi. Some of their skills included [Qi Burst], which is self-explanatory, and [Dash], which allowed instantaneous dodging of attacks. 

Although Pugilists practiced and employed different kinds of teachings and techniques, all of them were centered around the use of qi. 

Mages and Taoist Masters were far more unique, including several other classes with different resource pool, Each of them possessed different kinds of supernatural powers respectively. Through leveling up their talent tree, their control over their powers would increase: power, speed, control, etc.

Of course, two people with the same superpower might not necessarily use them in the same ways. For example, not all Pryomancer would be able to emulate each other's feats and applications of flame Magic.

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* Automaton master
*Weapon specialist 
* ?????
 
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Lu tong looked at the talent tree once more and quickly selected the third option which quickly expanded before him. 

Each skill depicted different Humanoid creatures, this were all talking about different kinds of humanoid puppets and its characteristics, like the maximum distance you can control it from.

'But first I have to know how to craft them first' I thought as I opened the journal once again.

 Immediately, columns of texts and complex diagrams flashed across on his face. 

_____________________ 

Advanced knowledge detected. 

[Advanced Material Composition] 


Use 200 experience points to learn. Y/N 

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"Yes!" 

He began to grow dizzy as all the knowledge on the screen started to transmit into his brain. 

_____________________ 

Learning in progress, do not cancel. 

1%... 12%... 37%... 

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Although the entire process only took a few seconds, it felt much longer to him.

Suddenly, He flung his head back. The 'upload' had been completed successfully. 

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Success! You have learnt [Advanced Material Composition], unlocking advanced Puppet talents! 


You may now choose one of the following three advanced Puppets: Taoist, Pulgist, or Monk, or you can spend 12,000 experience points to merge them all into one.

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These were the first three puppets available in the third skill tree, and choosing one was an irreversible decision for your first puppet as it would be the base for all your future works.

Taoist specialized in long-ranged bombardment with spells and Charms.

Pulgist, on the other hand, allows you to employ advanced combat techniques with your puppet to fight at close range.

 the Monk, simply has a little of both while allowing to be much more tank-like.

"I can only imagine what this hidden class would have been like, if someone succeeded in getting it in last life." Lu tong said out loud as he flipped to the next page.

each skill were exclusive to each base puppet type, so choosing either path would mean forfeiting the ability to create many higher-level puppet unless you merge them all into one.

"haa!...I'll have to grind for the exp tomorrow while searching for materials" He sighed while gently resting his back.

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Suddenly, the interface lit up, reminding him that he had yet to create a persona on his mask.

Only then did he remember he was wear a plane White mask, looking like a slimmer 'Jason'.

Without hesitation, he chose to create a persona and he was pulled into the character creation page of the game but without the limit placed at the beginning, so he could edit till his heart content.

For his First slot, He chose to create an old man with pure white hair and beards, tired looking eyes with a stern expression on his face. this made it look to be around his 70s-80s. he then Adjusted his bones and skin tone before viewing it with different lightning and attire before pressing complete.
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Now there was an Old man standing in place of him, dressed in a Dark Blue Hanfu.

"Now I look like stern Grand pa next door"Lu tong couldn't help laughing at the thought. Although it looked like he was just wearing an ordinary Hanfu, He's gear and accessories were simply hidden. all this were bonuses from the Mask.

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<Wilbur's Mask(Epic): A Master piece made with the Ballistic Spider Queen's silk. It was made by Master Wilbur at the peak of his assassin Career.

(upgradeable)

Effects: 

+13% critical Hit rate

+50 Focus
+2000 to Overall Power
+4% intimidation
+2% Charisma

Skills: 

*Master of disguise: This skill allows the User change his or her looks to an already created persona within the Number of Slots. 

(1/4)

Curse: Upon Death of the Spider Queen,  She had placed a curse on the Silk or any material pulled out of her.

Effect: Unable to pull off until the Unique grade.

Materials: 
*Superior spirit stones x50

* Griffin Feathers x10
*Golden Blood essence

Bound to Lu Tong.
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He quickly looked at his status immediately as the effects activated.
[Status]
Name: Lu Tong
Gender: Male
Blood line: Lu / ????
Bloodline grade: Silver
Level: 30(Next LV: 422000)
Model: NPC ( Countdown to Beta: 98 days, 8 hours & 23 minutes)(NEW)

Class: Apprentice Puppeteer(Onalphyss)
Age: 18 and a half years
Power Rating: 4400(2400+2000)

Skills:
Basic Slash(906/1000)LV5
Basic Thrust(1208/1500)LV6
Pierce(0/2000)LV1
Charge(807/1500) LV 6
Lightning Slash(200/2000)Max Level(Evolve)
Sneak(831/1000)LV5
Hide(900/3000)LV6
Skinning(2562/3000)LV5

Nifty Finger(-)

Weapon Mastery(-)

Joruk(101/11500)LV 10

Heart strings Lv2 (0/10000): Connects Strings from your joruk to an item of your respective skill tree (0/3). Number of items increases as the skill level increases.

Lion Heart(Passive): This skill is a symbol of Bravery, Very few in the world are able to stand up to dangerous situations. It reduces the timer for Skill induced status effect and increases all stats by 5% when in battle mode.

Flash step{Rare}Lv 1(0/10000): This is a minor teleportation skill that ranges from 1m to 8m, it also gives 0.5sec immune to attacks except Blindness. Can be performed up to 6 times before going into a cool down period of 5 minutes.

Domain Lv5(0/30000): Gives the user minor control over what happens within 25x25m of him or her.

insidious whisper Lv5(0/30000): affect the mindset of any one with a lower will and spirit for 30secs. (cooldown: 8 secs). It's effect depends on opponents spirit and will.

*Basic Sword art (Φ)LV 10 Max(Evolve): This allows the User to get basic Understanding of the Sword. +40% Damage when fighting with a Sword.

*Unarmed Combat(Φ)LV10 Max(Evolve): + 40% damage when fighting Unarmed.

(That doesn't mean you are made of steel)

*Qi blocking fist technique(Φ)Lv 10 Max: This technique is used to Block the opponents Acupoints in order to disrupt Qi flow. Rate of blockage depends on Opponents level.

+5% chance to stun opponent(Stackable x5).

When the stun stacks up to 5 times, there's an 80% to paralyze opponent. Duration depends on Overall battle power.

+20% chance to slow opponent (Stackable x2)

Profession: None

Title: Bastard(Unequipped), Barbarian(Equipped),Executioner 1(Equipped), Wolf exterminator (equipped) Hunter 1(Equipped).
The One who surpasses the limit{Special} (locked): grants 0.5% stats boost... 
Defeat 2 Elites to unlock completely(1/2).

Hp: 3450/3450
Mp/Energy: 10000/10000 (5500+4500)
Hunger: 58%

Thirst: 44%

STR:105 WIL:80 AGI:70 SPI:280 FOC:80(+50)
BR:60 STA:85 COM: 44 LUCK: 6

Unassigned stat points: 0

Experience Points(5103)



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When the process ended, Lu tong felt as though his body had been entirely remodeled. 

He could now see with stunning clarity the tiny specks of dust in the Cave, and even the Darkness outside seemed clear.

"so that's how it really works!" He said as though he just figured out something.
 

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At a time when Vrmmorpg's became a norm and the competition between gaming companies was at a point that there seemed to be no way forward any more.

 A new gaming company (Zion) somehow pulled other companies under their banner to make the biggest, most immersive game together.

A game where everything was possible, You could become a General in the army of an Empire or you could live a normal life as a fisherman or decide to create your own kingdom or even find a wife, get married with kids e.t.c.

This was a Game that promised to change fates, A game that promises you a second life.

Well it did Change my Fate...

 after playing the game for years and struggling for the Top. At the point where I was about to fulfil my Dreams, I was betrayed and killed. 

But somehow I ended up alive again and found that I had gone back in time to a date that was months before the game's release date.

Although it was good and all,  there was one problem though!


I WOKE UP AS AN NPC!!!! 


This is where our story begins, let's join Lu Tong on his Journey to Greatness and revenge.



Author: this Story is my First Original Novel.

Don't worry I'm not dropping it.

Cover photo isn't mine and I can't remember the name of the artist... sadly but you are amazing!.

It has been two month and a youth can be seen running through an obstacle course with such elegance and grace it looked as if he was a falcon flying through the nine heavens next to the obstacle course were three men who watching the youth going through the obstacle course pride could be seen faintly emanating from them, they were sir Eric, uncle Sam and Bernard.

"James control over his strength is just tremendous and is even on par with a xiantian expert control "Sam said while looking astounded this was surprising because the xiantian realm was a watershed for cultivators.

 This is when you evolve and refine the body into a celestial body this is the first true step towards becoming a cultivator in this realm spiritual energy is passed through the celestial veins towards the dantian and then passed throughout the body in order to refine it and if any mistakes happens the persons cultivation might be crippled so to see that James control of his body has reached the xiantian stage without him even being equivalent to a houtian expert was pretty surprising.

"Yes and he even did it under three months which is surprising because I thought he would conclude it in three years with his level of fitness and I didn't even know you could have control of your body to this degree Bernard" chuckled to himself and beamed proudly looking at James he couldn't help but feel proud as James was his greatest student to date too bad he wasn't a cultivator or what he would he could have achieved would have been tremendous Bernard mused

A few minutes later James was done running through the obstacle and then came toward his the three men watching him Mr. Bernard how was I he asked as he knew this was the final day of his training and he wanted it to be done to perfection.

"Was I good "asked James a bit nervously because if he still lacked something he would have to wait longer before truly training which would push back his plans quite a lot?    

"Congratulation young master James you have completed your fitness training and I must say you were simply superb your control over your body is at the xiantian expert level and as long as you keep that level of control you wouldn't face much hardship in mastering the art of refining but you should know that you shouldn't be too arrogant and lose your way "Bernard said earnestly then he threw him a small book which looked like a diary and said ok and also take this is a journal of my training in  the art of refining I hope that with this and with the training that you got that nothing untoward will happen to you during your training.

"Thank you Mr. Bernard I very much appreciate what you have been doing for me and all the help that you have provided for me" James said while trying and failing to look somber.

He couldn't help but be ecstatic as these although it was a small thing showed that his life was finally coming on track and a trace of ambition and confidence could be seen between his brows even though I don't have the so called celestial veins I don't believe that I can't cultivate, I believe that with hard work anything is possible .

As sir Eric saw the air of confidence that was radiating from James he couldn't help but nod his head in pride because he believed that in anything that life has dished to you a person should keep their head high and always try to move forward he didn't like the way his son was behaving before wallowing in depression and self-hate but now that he had brought his head out of the clouds he couldn't help but be proud of him and his achievement's.

"Mr. Bernard I can't say how happy I am with the results of the training you gave to my son you go to treasurer kip and ask him to give you ten black gold coins" chortled Sir Eric a grin could be seen on his face which showed how good he was feeling since he rarely smiled in public and with his subordinate's. 

When the other people there heard the amount he said they couldn't help but be very surprised as ten black gold coin was a lot of money  the currency of the allgod world is a unified currency which is managed by the number merchant company in the world the black merchant company this was a merchant company which spanned the whole world which  showed how powerful it is the currency being copper coin, silver coin, gold coin, and black gold coins with a hundred copper coins equivalent to one silver coin and vice versa  and a peasant family needs only ten silver coins in order to survive a year and even though a knights takes more for upkeep ten black gold coins was still a large sum of money.

"Thank you sir Eric I am glad to be of service to you and the young master" Bernard said while chuckling elatedly he was also proud of James achievement and he was rewarded handsomely.

You can go now I want to speak to my son in private "sir Eric then turned to James as he finished saying this the hall had already been cleared in an orderly fashion when it was quiet in the hall again sir Eric just stood there looking at James for a few minutes without speaking as James was starting to get uncomfortable sir Eric beamed proudly

"Son I like how you  out of the funk you have been in for the last few years because not being able to cultivate is not the end of the world for example five thousand years ago the prime minister of the empire Lancelot was a mere mortal but he still became the prime minister of the empire being under one and above many do you know how he achieved this it was through his power mind and his attitude to never let anything put him down he was even honored posthumously as state teacher which was the highest honor a scholar can achieve as during his tenure the sky empire moved from the seventh ranked to the third ranked empire and it was said that if he wasn't a mortal and could cultivate and had the added lifespan the empire could have unified this island in a few centuries so cheer up son and always move forward toward your goal" sir Eric advised while looking at James with love in his eyes

"Yes father" said James feeling touched" how you are father and the preparations for the war I hasn't been seeing you and Uncle Sam this past few month has the war gotten that intense" 

"Son the war has not even started except for some skirmish and ambush here and there but no real armies has been deployed we are just trying to evacuate the commoners around the region and I and your uncle has been just swamped with the workload, you and I know it's the peasants who always suffer during a war well I have to be going soon and I hope that you are very well prepared for the training that you are going to undergo I will make you a promise once you make to the refining marrow level of the art of refining I will take you to the warfront if this war really intensifies then started leaving"

"Really father you must remember your promise" James shouted almost jumping with joy to his father's back he then decided to go to the manor he first went to the martial arts repository where he has always been throughout the past few month he had already read must of the martial arts books and even all the cultivation books that the manor had the reasons he read this was because he was an erudite man who liked to be always prepared.
 
While he was reading he found out that cultivation and mortal martial art had a lot of similarities the mortal martial arts looked like someone wanted to find a way to refine the body with spiritual energy just like how demonic beast and fiend did in lieu of just refining qi like has been the mainstream path but perhaps because of lack of knowledge about the human body or simply like of skill the person or group of people couldn't even get the spiritual energy in their dantian to refine their body they had to use such a crude method as using spiritual herbs to refine it and it thereby downgraded the result of the techniques .

Although this was just a hypothesis of James he was pretty sure that he was mostly correct on his hypothesis  as the mnemonic chants and circulatory routes of the both of them flow in the same general direction although he couldn't understand some terms like dantian or celestial veins and spirit channels but he believed that he would eventually make sense of it later after spending a few hours in the martial arts repository reflecting and reading through the martial arts after that he had his dinner and then went to bed he decided that he would be well rested when he start his training the next day so there will be no mistakes in his training.

The next day James woke up at the crack of dawn took his bath and cleaned himself then he told his maid to go to the treasury and get the herbs that he would use for the training a few minutes later the maid announced that the herbs had been prepared after she dropped the tray he told her to leave and then picked up one of the herbs and started absorbing it according to the circulatory method he was surprised when he found out that he energy he felt was very familiar with this was the same energy he felt when he performed his  fourth dimensional experiment .

He was so surprised that he almost hurt himself  by going along the wrong circulation the skin  that he was refining got torn up and James looked as if he had been put through the shredder but he wasn't aware of his body  condition  because the kind of shock he got was kind of astounding  and the possibilities were endless  you could imagine when he performed his experiment back on earth his connection with the fourth dimension raised his body to the houtian level even without cultivation techniques so this can be a whole new path has opened for him.

James a biochemist in his past life just got murdered by his best friend  he is then transmigrated into the body of  a youth without celestial veins watch at how he rules the heavens as the celestial sovereign

After Sanguine Warflag left, everyone stood up and surrounded Fearless with ill intent written all over their faces.
"Bastards flocking here huh…"
"Underlings huh…"
Fearless quickly replied, "Please don't mess around, I am the guild master after all, you guys should show me some respect."
"So that's how you've sold us?" Spring Halo said as he raised his brows.
Fearless calmly retorted, "Why? Aren't you satisfied with the price?"
500 gold was worth 50 000 dollars on the market. The most expensive equipment so far was only 300 gold. It was an exorbitant price for helping out with a headquarters defence quest. Apart from huge guilds with thousands of members like Sanguine Alliance, no one would be able to pay for it.
Despite the rise in cost of living, and the depreciation of the dollar's value. 50000 dollars was still a big sum of money for most people.
"We are pretty satisfied with the price. But, the way you labelled us and priced us like vegetables pisses me off!" Wang Yu added his thoughts.
"Yes, that's right…" Everyone else agreed with him.
"Fine, then how about I don't charge you guys for the intermediary fees?" Fearless said shamelessly. Not only did he sell his friends, he still wanted to charge them for it.
"Intermediary fees my ass! Didn't you ask for another 200 gold in the end? You're going to split that with us evenly, or we'll f**k you up!" Frost Blade was being pragmatic and cut to the chase.
"I hate robberies like this, not a single bit of technicality included." Fearless dared not refuse, but did not want to back down verbally.
"This is extortion!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.
"F*ck!" Fearless was melancholic, that was supposed to be his line.
After the mess, everyone returned to their seats. Fearless cleared his throat and said, "Let's go make our preparations now, we'll meet back here in 20 minutes."
The group left, and Wang Yu came to the blacksmith to retrieve his weapon.
NPCs were always on time. An hour meant an hour, not a second more or less.
Simba was already waiting for Wang Yu outside the shop.
"Master, is my weapon repaired?" Wang Yu asked respectfully.
Simba stroked his beard and cried, "It's done. This is the most perfect weapon I've repaired in my life! This has almost raised my forgery skill by another level…"
"Thank you, master." Wang Yu was delighted and quickly reached out to collect his weapon.
Unexpectedly, Simba reached out as well, and said to Wang Yu, "100 gold...."
"100 gold !?!?" Wang Yu was stunned, "Your skill level has increased, yet you ask for gold?"
In order to do well in game, Wang Yu had read many gaming guides. In other games, if the blacksmith' skill level increased while making weapons for the player, it would be free of charge. The blacksmith would even gratefully gift many weapons to the player as well. Yet, Wang Yu was charged when he did not even ask for gifts, he was puzzled.
Simba shook his head and said, "You've thought too much! It's my own effort for increasing my skill level, the price for repairing wouldn't be a cent less!"
"Good for you!" Wang Yu sighed and handed the gold to Simba.
100 gold was enough to buy a top-tier weapon, yet it was only enough as repair fees here. If Wang Yu was not loaded, he would have just left without the weapon.
Simba smiled and said, "Your equipment is definitely worth the price." He then took out a fist weapon and threw it to Wang Yu.
Wang Yu took a look at his weapon, and smiled satisfactorily at Simba, "Thank you, master!"
<Martial Artist's Regret (Fist Weapon) (Obsidian) (Repairable) (Upgradeable)>
Physical Attack: 200-200
Magical Attack: 200-200
+20 Strength
+20 Dexterity
Effects:
[Haste] (Passive): Attack speed is increased by 30%
[Splash] (Passive): 20% of physical damage dealt to the target will hit the monsters surrounding it, up to a maximum of 65% of the original attack.
[Battle Fury] (Passive): Every 5% decrease in HP increases Battle Fury by 1 level, each level adds 1% attack.
[Insight] (Passive): 10% chance for critical attack.
Special Skills:
[Swallow] (Active): This equipment can merge with other equipments of the same grade, to repair itself and advance its grade.
[Fluidity] (Active): Switches to other forms of weapon as needed.
Currently unlocked forms:
1. Pole (Extra skill: Hinder)
2. Universe Sword (Extra skill: Quick Switch)
Job Requirement: Martial Artist
Level Requirement: 20
Simba had somehow managed to fuse Martial Artist's Regret and Universe Sword. Martial Artist's Regret had now unlocked the form of Universe Sword, it had even offsetted the weakness of Universe Sword.
Wang Yu now felt that the weapon was definitely worth 100 gold.
Just as Wang Yu was about to leave, a golden light surrounded him, and he reached Level 22 shortly.
<System notification: Congratulations, you have completed "A Passable Blacksmith". You have received 5 000 000 experience points, and the item "Simba's Forging Journal" as a reward.">
"Simba's Forging Journal? What the hell is this?" Wang Yu fished out a dirty and thick journal from his bag and asked Simba.
As soon as Simba saw it, he shouted, "That's my journal, where did you find it?"
"Mission reward." Wang Yu replied.
"Give it to me!" Simba said with his hands sticking out.
Wang Yu quickly withdrew the journal and said, "This is my mission reward, why should I give it to you?"
Simba replied, "I'm the only one who could tell you how to use it."
<System notification: Do you return Simba's journal to him?>
Wang Yu scratched his head and said, 'This journal isn't of much use to me, but could you tell me what's in it for me if I return it to you?"
"I'll teach you the greatest forgery techniques!" Simba exclaimed excitedly.
Wang Yu asked again, "Can you teach me first?" After Wang Yu had done a quest with both Spring Halo and Ming Du, he had learnt all about their cunning and lowly ways.
Simba tossed out a leather book impatiently. As Wang Yu grabbed the book, the journal in his hands went to Simba as well.
<Simba's Leather Blueprint>
Rare item used for creating blueprints
Durability: 10/10
"Hey you're ripping me off, what happened to teaching me the greatest forgery techniques?" Wang Yu said unhappily.
Simba explained, "In the system's setting, if you return the journal to me, I'll teach you the Blueprint Creation. However, you insisted on cheating the system, so I could only follow the rules and give you this item."
"F*ck! That's allowed? Can I choose again?" Wang Yu asked regretfully. He tried to outsmart the system, only to fall in its trap. Now a permanent skill had turned into a skill with limited uses.
"No." Simba shook his head, then added, "Actually, items have their own advantages as well, you'll soon understand."


Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of a true martial artist. But where can a martial artist stand in an era of material pursuit?

Join Wang Yu, the greatest martial genius the world has ever seen, as he takes on the gaming world of <<REBIRTH>>, where dragons, demons and immortals are more than just legends.

News of the second attack soon filled the school and rumors were flying around everywhere. Art ignored most of the rumors and researched more about the Basilisk. Seeing it's weakness was the sound of a rooster he was excited and headed down to Hagrid's hut. To his disappointment, Hagrid's roosters were all killed, confirming Art's theory about it being a Basilisk. 

'Someone knew that the cry of a rooster could kill it so they killed them to protect it.' 

Frustrated, he wrote his letter to Newt, asking for advice on how to handle the Basilisk. He met the twins in the Room of Requirement and informed them about his finds. They had a different reactions compared to Cedric. 

"A great giant snake is slithering around the castle? We have to stop it!" 

"Maybe we can lay a trap for it? Lure it in somehow and kill it." 

Art laughed at his friends bitterly, they truly were fearless. 

"How do you plan to fight something that you can't look at?" Art asked. 

"Well I am sure you can think of something. You're the brains while we are the muscle." Fred said laughing, patting Art's shoulder. 

Art gave him a cold look and continued to read the book. 

Soon a different kind of news spread throughout the castle, a Dueling Club was being formed and Lockhart was the teacher teaching it. 

"What a waste of time, he's an idiot." Art said harshly as he read the paper. 

A couple of students heard him and looked at him with weird eyes as they signed up. 

"He can't be an idiot Artland, have you read his books? He has done many incredible things." Hermoine said, defending Lockhart. 

"Books are books Hermoine. Has he done anything incredible since he has been here? All he has done is make his class a joke and got rid of the bones in Harry's arms." Art said, looking at the bushy haired girl. 

She seemed to disagree with Art but didn't say anything and walked away. Art's classes with Flitwick were getting more intense and they couldn't use his classroom anymore and opted for Dueling club room. This made it harder for Art to use his unique style but he welcomed the challenge. Flitwick was still energetic as always, staying that Art had real talent for dueling. 

"Should we go?" Cedric asked, appearing behind Art. 

Art shook his head lightly, "No I have better things to do. How about you?" 

"I think so. It will be enjoyable to watch Lockhart make a fool out of himself." Cedric smiled evilly. 

Art laughed and headed toward class. He was working on his inventing his own spell which would allow him to create a map of his surroundings in his head. It would allow him 360 degree vision which could come in handy if he had to fight the Basilisk. 

That night he found himself in the Room of Requirement working on his spell. He had failed countless times already but didn't give up hope. He sat down and tried to figure out what he was missing. 

Suddenly he slapped the ground, a flash of inspiration came to him. 

"A bat! A bat uses echolocation to map its surroundings! I could do the same but with magic! Small but constant burst of magic that would reflect off of my surroundings!" he said out loud. He stood up and tried to control his magic, sending out small waves of magic. 

"It works!" he yelled, he laughed in joy as he continued to refine it. 

After a few hours of work, he closed his eyes and said, "Omnis Oculus!" 

Slowly a grid appeared in his head with his surroundings coming into clear view. He laughed again and tried to walk around. He fell a couple of times due to being a little unbalanced but eventually got the hang of it. 

"My first spell." he said, opening his eyes. He felt happiness and pride, it also gave him a new desire to create his own spells. 

He looked at the time and saw it was already late so he quickly made his way back to his dorm where he saw the twins were already sleeping. 

The next day the twins told Art something that shocked Art. Harry was a parseltongue and he talked to a snake during the Dueling Club. 

'But Harry can't be the heir.' Art thought. 

The school seemed to be a buzz with the thought that Harry was the heir of Slytherin. People avoided him and stared at him with fear. The twins found this amusing and were yelling at people in the hallway. 

"Make way! The heir of Slytherin is coming!" they said, creating a big wake for Harry. 

Harry seemed to feel better about it after the twins made such a big joke out of it. Art smiled to himself, glad the twins the way they were. Another attack shook the school, this time it was a second year. What shocked everyone was that Nearly Headless Nick, a ghost, was also petrified. 

Art felt immense pressure and started to patrol the hallways, looking for the Basilisk. The great snake seemed to disappear though and Art felt frustrated. Soon Christmas came and almost everyone opted to leave the castle. Art also went home that Christmas as well, missing his parents. 

Seeing his parents on the platform, he gave them both a big hug before getting into the car. Being home he felt relaxed and enjoyed spending time with his family. On Christmas he exchanged gifts with his parents, he also received gifts from the twins, Cedric and Newt. From Newt he received his new book about beasts and his private journal from his travels around the world. 

From the twins he received a book on advanced spells and from Cedric he got a Sneakoscope. Happy with his gifts Art started to read Newt's journal. The vacation was short lived though and was heading back to Hogwarts. 

When he got back, he heard that Hermoine was in the hospital wing. He went to check on her but Madam Pomfrey said she didn't want to see him. Art understood and told Madam Pomfrey to tell her he wishes her to get better soon. 

Seeing Art leave, Pomfrey went and checked on Hermione. "You know dear, you could have probably let him see you." 

Hermoine peeked out from her hands which were covering her face. Her face was covered with brown hair and her eyes were yellow. "Not like this Madam Pomfrey, I look like a cat." she said quietly. 

Madam Pomfrey shook her head softly but didn't say anything more. A week later she was discharged from the hospital but didn't say why she was there causing Art to be suspicious. 

He didn't ask them though, as they didn't seem to want to share. The term started again and everyone was busy with class.

Artland Cason lost everything at a young age to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. Though it is years later his anger and hatred burn just as hot.

"And where is he now?" Namjoon questioned as he carelessly glanced over a few scrolls that the tutor had left open.

The elderly man sighed despondently as he continued to tidy things away in his classroom. "I have not the faintest clue. The Young Master has not been attending his lessons for the last couple of days and in truth, Master Namjoon, I am at my tether with him."

Namjoon chuckled at the elder's ramblings.

"It is not a laughing matter, Master Namjoon! That child is beyond help. Why, one time, I caught him spiking my tea with ink." He bared his teeth to reveal his blackened dentures. "It is taking weeks for my teeth to return back to their natural colour!"

Namjoon's eyes widened with amusement. He replied, "Taehyung is not a bad child, Tutor Wentai. He is just—"

"Undisciplined?"

"Yes, I guess that is the right word for it" Namjoon eyed another set of scrolls that referred to the human anatomy. "He is just going through a phase. You know what boys are like. He will grow out of it soon."

The elderly man hummed doubtfully as he finished putting away the scrolls that he had been using earlier that day. "If only the Young Master could be like Master Jongin, such a model student."

Again, Namjoon chuckled. "Tutor Wentai, not everyone can be as bright as Cousin Jongin."

The tutor agreed. "Indeed. Well, there still might be some hope left for the Young Master. After all, if I recall correctly, you were quite the trickster when you were his age."

"Not this again" Namjoon muttered under his breath.

"Why, when you were a lad," the tutor reminisced, "you used to pull tricks as ingenious as the Young Master."

"That was a long time ago," Namjoon whined while rolling his eyes, "I have matured since then."

"Exactly!" the tutor exclaimed. "But this profound change in your character was not realised until much later. Even in your teens, you were a carefree person." The tutor continued to amble around the classroom as he stacked away scroll after scroll, "You used to always sneak out of the household to paint and do all sorts."

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes, I did use to do that..."

"Perhaps," the tutor suggested while inspecting a piece of paper in his hand. "You became more mature after entering the military. Maybe, the Young Master should do the same when he is of age."

At this, Namjoon was quiet as he contemplated the elder's words. He was indeed right that that time of his life was when his outlook on life had changed. Joining the military had worked for him: it had made him more aware, more thoughtful and most of all, more disciplined. Could the same be done for Taehyung?

Namjoon thought about this as he busied himself with eyeing the opened scrolls. He still couldn't find what he was searching for. "I wish there was some sort of way to keep all these scrolls in order," he said to himself.

The elder snickered. "That is what I say to myself every day. Be grateful that the medical journals you are searching for are kept in here rather than the old library: that place is a labyrinth."

"Tell me about it" Namjoon agreed. "I wish uncle would hire someone to organise it—" Namjoon suddenly stopped midway his sentence as he came across something that caught his eye.

The tutor approached Namjoon to see what had made him speechless. "Ah, do you remember this?"

Namjoon nodded as he continued to gape at the painting of a magnolia tree. Its delicate hues of pinks and greens gave off a mystifying and surreal ambience despite its life-like resemblance. Something within Namjoon stirred as his eyes took in the beauty of the artwork.

"Yes," Namjoon managed to reply, his voice somewhat breathless. "I painted this a long time ago."

The tutor nodded, "That is right. You gifted it to me when you finished your studies."

Namjoon's eyes traced the brush strokes of the painted branches, his mind subconsciously recollecting the flicks of the hand as if he was holding an invisible paint brush like it was an extension of his body. It had been so long since he last painted anything yet his body tingled at the memory. Suddenly, his trail of thought wandered into an area of his memory that he didn't want to touch. Memories of her long ebony hair, her bright smile, and her silvery voice resurfaced, triggering both fond and painful thoughts that made his heart ache. He looked away.

"I-I should- I should probably go" Namjoon mumbled as he hastily covered the painting up with the scrolls again.

Tutor Wentai eyed him understandingly. "Yes, it is getting late. You are off to the sanatorium again?"

"Yes- yes, I am" he replied, still slightly perturbed.

The tutor stared at him intently and wondered if he should pry. Instead, he said, "Well, if you happen to come across the Young Master, please remind him that he has homework to turn in."

"Right, of-of course" Namjoon murmured. He turned at his heel and hurriedly paced towards the door.

"Oh, but before you go," the tutor called, "I have found the medical journal you were looking for."

Namjoon halted at his step and doubled back to the tutor. He handed him a large scroll. Namjoon opened it eagerly and beamed when he saw that it was indeed what he had been searching for: it was a scroll on reviving techniques.

"Thank you, Tutor Wentai. I will make sure to return it to you once I have finished with it."

The elder smiled as he watched Namjoon leave the classroom with a relatively cheerful appearance compared to the one he was exhibiting earlier. Once he was gone, Tutor Wentai turned his attention to the piece of art that was buried underneath several scrolls. He sighed pityingly as he glanced down at the beautiful painting.

"That poor boy" he whispered to himself. "I hope that he too will grow out of it." He breathed out heavily once more, "It is time that he moved on from loving her."

Transported to an unknown era, Subin, a teenage girl raised with western values, wakes up in the body of a serf. In this unknown land, she encounters the aristocratic Kim brothers and finds herself entangled in the webs of deceit; woven by rivalry, politics and hunger for power.

[Third person Perspective]

In the mornings, Hiroto would get up and get prepared for the training to come. Tanjiro keeps a journal that he's writing in. When Hiroto asks Tanjiro why he's writing it Tanjiro responds, 

"Well, I'm keeping a journal about our training and everyday life, so that when Nezuko wakes up she can read about what we did so far," Tanjiro responds by putting down the ink brush and closing his book.

Leaning sideways on the doorframe, Hiroto looks towards Nezuko's sleeping figure inside their room. Ever since the night at the temple, Nezuko hasn't woken up yet. Hiroto and Tanjiro just assume that it's probably something that Demons do to rest.

"Let's go." An aged voice comes from the main room. Tanjiro and Hiroto leave their room and close the door, taking a last look at Nezuko's sleeping figure.

When the three arrived at the clearing with the sun cascading through the forest top, Urokodaki turns and tells them. "The Demon Slayer Corps has around several hundred members." Hiroto and Tanjiro listen closely to the lecture.

"It's an organization unrecognized by the government. However, they still exist and continue to kill Demons. Nobody knows who is leading the band of Demon Hunters… still shrouded in mystery." Turning towards the rising sun, Urokodaki continues.

"Demons. Their main source of food; Humans. They kill Humans and consume their flesh. When they were first born or where they came from is still unknown. They have powerful physical abilities and even when injured, they are able to immediately heal themselves. Body parts hacked off will still have some sort of connection and they are able to grow completely new arms and legs." Pausing for a bit, he looks at the reaction of the two siblings to see them in shock at the information told of Demons.

"There also exist Demons that have incredible abilities to change their body structure. If one does not use a blade of special quality, even after chopping the Demon's head off, the Demon will not die." Urokodaki continues, as Hiroto interrupts at this point. 

"Was the sword that Tomioka-san used made of the special material?" Hiroto asked, looking for confirmation.

Nodding his head Urokodaki replies, "Yes, each member of the Demon Slayer Corps carries a blade of the special material that is able to kill a Demon permanently when beheading them."

Urokodaki continues from where Hiroto interrupted him. "The Demon Slayer Corps fights the Demons with their mortal flesh and blood. Due to them being Humans their injuries recover slowly and lost limbs will never regrow. Even so, they still fight the Demons of Humanity… to protect other humans." Urokodaki concludes.

"I am a trainer! I train swordsmen. There are a lot more of these trainers who train swordsmen with a variety of techniques in a variety of places. If one wants to enter the Demon Slayer Corps then they must survive in the "Final Selection" held on Mt. Fujikasane. Whether or not you're eligible for "Final Selection"... is up to me." 

*gulp* Hiroto and Tanjiro look on to Urokodaki with some anxiety. 

[Training Montage (little time skips here and there)]

The two boys keep training each day, waking up early running up the mountain and passing the traps one by one again. As the days go by, the traps get deadlier and more viscous. 

'He's really trying to kill us!' Hiroto thought to himself, pulling Tanjiro who is balancing himself from falling into a pit trap full of sharp blades. 

*whoosh* a log flies towards their direction, forcing the two to keep running and dodging.

'We have to train our hardest so we won't die during the Final Selection. I won't be able to be with Tanjiro all the time during it, so he needs to get stronger. So do I. For Nezuko's sake.' Hiroto thought to himself.

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After repeatedly descending the mountain, day after day, the two boys start to memorize and learn how to avoid most of the traps based on instinct alone.

The constant running and jumping helps to build up their strength faster, with the two being more proficient at using their senses better than before.

With Hiroto's eyesight being more redefined, and Tanjiro's sense of smell being sharper.

However, as the two boys get stronger, the traps keep on getting more and more difficult. 

Ending each day, Hiroto sits next to Nezuko as he slowly wipes her face clean from some of the dust, and Tanjiro next to his desk as always writing in his Journal. After several months had passed, the amount of books has started to increase in size as the days of training pass by. 

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After half a year has passed by, the two boys were given a katana as they ran down the mountain together, dodging the traps with a sword in hand. 

What they realized was that with the addition of the sword, both of their movements were hampered significantly as they had to be aware of the katana's size and how to properly hold it when running down the mountain avoiding the traps. 

With the addition of the katana's, the two boys find themselves getting ensnared by traps they would've previously avoided a lot more frequently, as Tanjiro currently dangles from a foot trap upside under a tree and Hiroto being tangled up in some rope, unable to move.

In the evenings when the two descended the mountain, they would swing their katana over and over again until their swords nearly fall off.

"998! 999! 1000!!" The two boys yell out, as they swing their sword in rhythm for the final time.

"500 more!" The devil's voi *cough* Urokodaki's voice sounds out from behind, causing the two to freeze and wallow in their misfortune.

Once night arrived, as usual, Hiroto would tend to Nezuko, as well as practice how to breathe in a pattern, while Tanjiro writes in his journal of what they did during the day. When Tanjiro asked what Hiroto was doing, Hiroto responded with,

 "... Breathing!" 

This caused a small vein to bulge on Tanjiro's head, annoyed at the stupid simple answer, twitching.

Some days, instead of running down the mountain Urokodaki would take the two and instruct them on how to use the katana.

"Katanas break easily," Urokodaki told them.

"Though it's strong vertically, it's weak horizontally, so you need to apply the force straight along the blade," Urokodaki says, before swinging his katana at the 3 tatami mats rolled and stacked side by side. As his sword passes through effortlessly, a clean and straight diagonal line is shown from the cut made. 

"The blade's direction and the direction in which you apply the force must be exactly the same." He says, before pointing towards the two boys.

"If you ever damage the blade, in other words, break it, I'll snap your bones, as well." in a threatening tone of voice. Hiroto looks away as Tanjiro's pupils into a dot.

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After some time, standing in a clearing surrounded by trees Hiroto and Tanjiro both have their sword poised ready in front of them. Opposite to them 20ft away stood Urokodaki, barehanded. 

The two boys stared at Urokodaki's tengu mask not making a move when suddenly the world started turning in front of them.

"Ehh?/Huh?" The two mutter, as they start falling to the ground sideways.

Urokodaki's body flickers away from their sight as he stands over them in a fighting pose after flipping the two on the ground.

This training session was to get the two boys used to being thrown around and recovering from any fallen position quickly while trying to defend themselves.

This continued for hours before the two collapsed from fatigue with bruises littering their bodies, and muck in their hair.

The day after, Urokodaki started teaching breathing techniques to the two boys.

When he saw Hiroto performing the proper, although slightly different, breathing form he was surprised.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Urokodaki asked him.

"Hiroto scratched the back of his head before replying, "Well, I remember my Dad telling me how to people are able to get more strength and focus better when breathing in a certain manner and pattern while I was a kid." 

Tanjiro hearing this was shocked, "Dad told you that? How come I didn't know?"

"Well, you were still really young and was still crawling around so you wouldn't remember," Hiroto replied.

Urokodaki, when he heard this was curious about what their parents were but left it at that. 

"This breathing technique is called "Total Concentration Breathing", and it's similar to what you did Hiroto. Did you feel your physical and mental abilities being improved when performing it?" Urokodaki said, looking towards Hiroto.

"Yes, I felt that I could move and think faster, it also enhanced my sight a lot more so I can see things easier," Hiroto said, nodding his head.

"That's right, you need to take a long breath so the oxygen flows into every cell in your body. Doing this will enhance your body's natural healing power too, and both stabilize and energize your spirit." Urokodai lectured, crossing his arms.

"What you can do Hiroto is just the tip of the iceberg. You are just starting to break through into the full extent of "Total Concentration Breathing". Relax your upper body, while bracing your lower half." Urokodaki instructed.

The two boys followed the instructions and did as told, relaxing their upper half while bracing the lower half of their bodies. 

"Alright, now breathe!" Urokodaki commanded.

Tanjiro took a deep breath in*suuuuu* and exhaled *haaaaaaaa* *SMACK* "GACK!"* Tanjiro coughed out at the end of exhaling as his stomach was slapped by Urokodaki. 

"Wrong!"

Hiroto on the side tried it as well, *Suuuuuuu* exhaling through his teeth, *Fooooo* as the sound of compressed air escapes from between. 

"Good," Urokodaki said nodding, before slapping Hiroto's stomach too. 

"GACK! What did I do wrong?!" Hiroto exclaims, clutching his stomach in pain. 

"Whenever Tanjiro gets it wrong from now on, you will also be punished," Urokodaki said, in a low and menacing tone.

Hiroto slowly looked over to Tanjiro who then looked away and started whistling.

After training on breathing techniques, they were taken to a lake with a waterfall. Standing up on a cliff ledge over the water Urokodaki instructed the two boys to, "Become one with the water."

Needless to say, the two boys have never swum before so they don't know how to.

"Get in there!" Urokodaki's voice sounds out from behind as he proceeded to kick Tanjiro off the ledge.

"AGGGHhhhhhh" Tanjiro yells out as his voice fades away before *Splash* falling into the water.

"Tanjiro!" Hiroto yells before kneeling and clasping his palms together. "Don't worry Tanjiro, your big bro will look after Nezuko. Rest well in the afterlife."

Urokodaki then proceeded to kick Hiroto over the ledge as Hiroto screams out, "NEZUKOOOOooo" *splash* 

Two bodies could be seen lifelessly floating in the river.

Afterward, they would have to train by withstanding the water pressure directly underneath a waterfall.

"AHH NEZUKO!! WE ARE WATER!! AHHhhhouwwwahhhh." The two voices of the boys could be heard fading under the waterfall.

Before shortly collapsing under the strong currents and floating away peacefully.

The story follows Hiroto Kamado, a young boy who becomes a demon slayer following the slaughter of his entire family by the lord of demons, except for his little sister and brother Tanjiro and Nezuko. Nezuko, however, was turned into a demon herself. Hiroto, alongside his younger brother Tanjiro, vows to find a cure to save and turn Nezuko back into a Human and find whoever was responsible for the death of his family.

(Action, Demons, Tragedy,)
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