A rather prideful young man is sent to another world with the beautiful body of an uknown presitess to form and create the greatest idol group in history. 

Not having any other choice, his old life has now ended and his soul is now at the mercy of a heated discussion between Heavens highest office angels and Hells most prominent figures, including Lucifer himself all in an effort to obtain his soul. 

'What will become of our unlikely, pathetic and lewd hero whose manly pride had been shattered when his lively hood was taken from him... What dangers and wonders await within the new reality he awoke in.. '

WILL BE POSTPONED TO FOCUS ON THE OTHER STORY AT THE MOMENT.

WILL BACK SOON!

wracking, but also systematic. Time continued to pass without Richard noticing it, the boy remaining unchanged. However, he continued to receive more and more unexpected income as the months went by, most of it under Sharon's Delight. Richard didn't understand why he was getting it, but he could practically feel the weight of all that gold at the end of every month. Even a grand mage would go bankrupt if they spent like that.

Though Sharon seemed to be appreciating him every month, Richard only managed to break even. His spending had only gone up to unimaginable heights, almost growing to be endless. This was partially due to the change in his timetable as of late, where formerly infrequent lessons had been extended in his schedule. Unlike philosophy, politics, or alchemy, sometimes he was the only one in these classes, definitely not a good sign.

A professor commanded a certain amount of remuneration for every class they held, and this fee was normally split across all the students attending the lesson. If one were the only student in a class, they would have to bear the full cost of that class, which was an ever-growing expense.

Richard noticed the attention he'd been getting ever since the first time he'd been given money under Sharon's Delight. There were often people pointing fingers and whispering about him as they passed by. His perception wasn't strong enough to know just what they were talking about, but the newfound attention made him feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Sharon couldn't keep the secret in for more than a week. She spilled the beans to her inner circle, and they in turn spread it out through theirs. The legendary mage's newest disciple was a runemaster in the making!

It took only two months for the entirety of the Deepblue to learn of the situation. Sharon's predictions always held true despite the future being ever-changing, and she'd predicted the birth of a new runemaster. People still doubted it, but they were smart enough to not say anything. Only the stupid were honest about such things, and other people would long since have eliminated those idiots for some of Sharon's Delight.

By this point, there was only one person who didn't know about the future runemaster, and that was clearly Richard himself. Of course he wasn't clueless to the changes— the increase of lessons related to spell formations like math, geometry, practical art, and art appreciation— and there was also the fact that he was the only student now in some classes that had started off with others beside him as well. However, the only thing that worried him was the ever-increasing lesson costs, and not what the actual reason for the changes was.

Richard's timetable had been changed again as of late. He'd experienced an exponential increase in drawing lessons, the foundational subject being sketching. This was a new domain for him, but still every piece of work he handed in only netted a dumbfounded lesson from the level 15 artist-mage that was teaching him. The robotic precision of the sketches surprised the once-renowned artist: Where was the charm?

Sketching was art, not just a simple recreation of reality. Was it still art if there was basically no difference from the actual object? It frustrated the man to see Richard's works, and they were like giant stones that smashed against his chest to crush his original beliefs and understanding of art itself. How could he possibly be so precise?

And yet he couldn't reprimand Richard even once. Although the sketches didn't fit with his conventional thinking, was not any extreme—in this case, the precision— an art unto itself? As a mage himself, the man knew well— even if Richard didn't have a flair for the arts, this unerring accuracy made him an unrivalled talent as a mage; especially as a runemaster.

There was no need for him to make any unnecessary comments despite his passion, because he too could not overlook Sharon's Delight. Coin was a foundational requirement for art as well. And if he ruined a future runemaster just because of his personal taste for the arts, what awaited him may instead be Sharon's Rage. The mysophobe shuddered at the thought; he'd rather just be killed by the dwarves.

Richard had less time to stress over his bills now. He had homework to complete in the evening— an average of a drawing, two to five magic formation breakdowns and a mountain's worth of planar geometry every night. And yet, even ignoring the difficulty of the homework, the stationery too was a considerable expense.

First, he needed a large number of magic papers to write on: constellation papers, moonscar papers, abyssal nightmare paper, and the like. He also needed all sorts of inks from regular dark ink to Lorskar Hell Ink. The one thing everything had in common was how expensive it all was, and the longer the name the more pricey it generally was.

And because planar geometry involved 3D compositions, he had to use a magical projector to finish his assignments. Richard had already lost count of the number of magic crystals that had used up; it was a common thing now for fully loaded boxes to be emptied by the time he was done.

Richard didn't know what he would've done without the continued joy of the legendary mage. His best case right now was maintaining a balance, and even then his time wasn't managed well. He still had meditation and magic practice outside of the lessons, and the time given to them had been compressed to an absolute minimum.

His growth would be affected if he cut down any further. Richard only paced himself to the average student instead of people like Minnie, but even then he had to rely on the 500 coin mana potions every day to maintain a basic rate of progress. That was another 15,000 coins down the drain.

The only thing he could do anymore was cut down on his sleep, but he was a growing boy. He was being provided with curated meals, the flesh and blood of various rare mythical beasts, and the blood essence that they condensed in his body only increased his growth when he was asleep. Thankfully there were tons of meditation techniques in the Deepblue that could be used in sleep, and although they had limited effects they were better than nothing.

And thus Richard's biggest problem right now: He had too many things to do, and too little time to do it. He faced the mathematical problem of how to allocate time and resources to maximise the effects of every part of his school life, and the complexity of this problem only increased as time went by. Richard ended up spending four days sorting this all out, categorising it and specifying some essentials.

This only spoke to the boy's intellect— he'd taken those few days to compute the best way to distribute resources and time, finally solving the question that had been hounding him. The four days were well spent, his gift of Precision told him that the new plan saved far more than the four days he'd lost in coming up with it.

At this point Richard realised he was living like a homunculus, but that didn't bother him. His world was already a digital one, so it didn't matter if he grew more robotic. And that was how he welcomed his first spring in the Deepblue, as a perfect robot with a jam-packed schedule.

On the morning of his eleventh birthday, Richard stood before his mirror to stare at his reflection; what looked back at him was a young man.

Kids from the mountains were normally a little larger than normal. With all the special meals he'd been eating lately, Richard was already half a head taller than others his age. He looked 13 or 14 years old, his childlike features fading into maturity. His eyes had already grown so deep that people could mistake him for an adult. Perhaps it was because of the many misfortunes he'd experienced, or maybe it was because of his Archeron bloodline.

He also already had defined muscles along his jaw, crescent eyes, thick luscious brows, and a straight tall nose. These were features of superior royal elves. Richard was never one who cared about looks, but all those art lessons made him aware of his good looks.

Oops, Precision corrected him, rare looks.

So what? Little Richard didn't care all that much. The six intensive months in the Deepblue had deeply influenced his mindset: beautiful things only served as accessories, decorations. Just like how accomplished men took beautiful women as trophies. Of course, he'd learnt by now that pretty men were even rarer than trophy wives.

Nonetheless, Richard had turned 11 years old now. Children from the mountains matured quickly, and 12-year-olds having families were not unheard of. Elena had summed up his year for every birthday so far, telling him what to take away from the year. But now?

The only thing Richard saw on his eleventh birthday was a reflection in a mirror. The only thing on his mind? The raging flames from his memories… 

Every drop of this family bloodline is stained with sin. They are the embodiment of contradiction; calm yet maniacal, with great memories yet often forgetful. They pledge themselves to their dreams yet often compromise, are angels that are also devils… It’s why I hate them. And also love them. The only hope of his family, a youth with the blood of elves and devils walks on a battleground of annihilation and rebirth. He wills his way through boiling lava and icy depths, killing on this field of despair to strike down the lofty figure in his sight. One day he’ll grasp his blade tightly and survey his surroundings, only to find no more enemies to kill.

btw, i own nothing

Life in the Deepblue was nerve-wracking, but also systematic. Time continued to pass without Richard noticing it, the boy remaining unchanged. However, he continued to receive more and more unexpected income as the months went by, most of it under Sharon's Delight. Richard didn't understand why he was getting it, but he could practically feel the weight of all that gold at the end of every month. Even a grand mage would go bankrupt if they spent like that.
Though Sharon seemed to be appreciating him every month, Richard only managed to break even. His spending had only gone up to unimaginable heights, almost growing to be endless. This was partially due to the change in his timetable as of late, where formerly infrequent lessons had been extended in his schedule. Unlike philosophy, politics, or alchemy, sometimes he was the only one in these classes, definitely not a good sign.
A professor commanded a certain amount of remuneration for every class they held, and this fee was normally split across all the students attending the lesson. If one were the only student in a class, they would have to bear the full cost of that class, which was an ever-growing expense.
Richard noticed the attention he'd been getting ever since the first time he'd been given money under Sharon's Delight. There were often people pointing fingers and whispering about him as they passed by. His perception wasn't strong enough to know just what they were talking about, but the newfound attention made him feel increasingly uncomfortable.
Sharon couldn't keep the secret in for more than a week. She spilled the beans to her inner circle, and they in turn spread it out through theirs. The legendary mage's newest disciple was a runemaster in the making!
It took only two months for the entirety of the Deepblue to learn of the situation. Sharon's predictions always held true despite the future being ever-changing, and she'd predicted the birth of a new runemaster. People still doubted it, but they were smart enough to not say anything. Only the stupid were honest about such things, and other people would long since have eliminated those idiots for some of Sharon's Delight.
By this point, there was only one person who didn't know about the future runemaster, and that was clearly Richard himself. Of course he wasn't clueless to the changes— the increase of lessons related to spell formations like math, geometry, practical art, and art appreciation— and there was also the fact that he was the only student now in some classes that had started off with others beside him as well. However, the only thing that worried him was the ever-increasing lesson costs, and not what the actual reason for the changes was.
Richard's timetable had been changed again as of late. He'd experienced an exponential increase in drawing lessons, the foundational subject being sketching. This was a new domain for him, but still every piece of work he handed in only netted a dumbfounded lesson from the level 15 artist-mage that was teaching him. The robotic precision of the sketches surprised the once-renowned artist: Where was the charm?
Sketching was art, not just a simple recreation of reality. Was it still art if there was basically no difference from the actual object? It frustrated the man to see Richard's works, and they were like giant stones that smashed against his chest to crush his original beliefs and understanding of art itself. How could he possibly be so precise?
And yet he couldn't reprimand Richard even once. Although the sketches didn't fit with his conventional thinking, was not any extreme—in this case, the precision— an art unto itself? As a mage himself, the man knew well— even if Richard didn't have a flair for the arts, this unerring accuracy made him an unrivalled talent as a mage; especially as a runemaster.
There was no need for him to make any unnecessary comments despite his passion, because he too could not overlook Sharon's Delight. Coin was a foundational requirement for art as well. And if he ruined a future runemaster just because of his personal taste for the arts, what awaited him may instead be Sharon's Rage. The mysophobe shuddered at the thought; he'd rather just be killed by the dwarves.
Richard had less time to stress over his bills now. He had homework to complete in the evening— an average of a drawing, two to five magic formation breakdowns and a mountain's worth of planar geometry every night. And yet, even ignoring the difficulty of the homework, the stationery too was a considerable expense. First, he needed a large number of magic papers to write on: constellation papers, moonscar papers, abyssal nightmare paper, and the like. He also needed all sorts of inks from regular dark ink to Lorskar Hell Ink. The one thing everything had in common was how expensive it all was, and the longer the name the more pricey it generally was.
And because planar geometry involved 3D compositions, he had to use a magical projector to finish his assignments. Richard had already lost count of the number of magic crystals that had used up; it was a common thing now for fully loaded boxes to be emptied by the time he was done.
Richard didn't know what he would've done without the continued joy of the legendary mage. His best case right now was maintaining a balance, and even then his time wasn't managed well. He still had meditation and magic practice outside of the lessons, and the time given to them had been compressed to an absolute minimum. His growth would be affected if he cut down any further. Richard only paced himself to the average student instead of people like Minnie, but even then he had to rely on the 500 coin mana potions every day to maintain a basic rate of progress. That was another 15,000 coins down the drain.
The only thing he could do anymore was cut down on his sleep, but he was a growing boy. He was being provided with curated meals, the flesh and blood of various rare mythical beasts, and the blood essence that they condensed in his body only increased his growth when he was asleep. Thankfully there were tons of meditation techniques in the Deepblue that could be used in sleep, and although they had limited effects they were better than nothing.
And thus Richard's biggest problem right now: He had too many things to do, and too little time to do it. He faced the mathematical problem of how to allocate time and resources to maximise the effects of every part of his school life, and the complexity of this problem only increased as time went by. Richard ended up spending four days sorting this all out, categorising it and specifying some essentials. This only spoke to the boy's intellect— he'd taken those few days to compute the best way to distribute resources and time, finally solving the question that had been hounding him. The four days were well spent, his gift of Precision told him that the new plan saved far more than the four days he'd lost in coming up with it.
At this point Richard realised he was living like a homunculus, but that didn't bother him. His world was already a digital one, so it didn't matter if he grew more robotic. And that was how he welcomed his first spring in the Deepblue, as a perfect robot with a jam-packed schedule.
On the morning of his eleventh birthday, Richard stood before his mirror to stare at his reflection; what looked back at him was a young man.
Kids from the mountains were normally a little larger than normal. With all the special meals he'd been eating lately, Richard was already half a head taller than others his age. He looked 13 or 14 years old, his childlike features fading into maturity. His eyes had already grown so deep that people could mistake him for an a.d.u.l.t. Perhaps it was because of the many misfortunes he'd experienced, or maybe it was because of his Archeron bloodline.
He also already had defined muscles along his jaw, crescent eyes, thick luscious brows, and a straight tall nose. These were features of superior royal elves. Richard was never one who cared about looks, but all those art lessons made him aware of his good looks.
Oops, Precision corrected him, rare looks.
So what? Little Richard didn't care all that much. The six intensive months in the Deepblue had deeply influenced his mindset: beautiful things only served as accessories, decorations. Just like how accomplished men took beautiful women as trophies. Of course, he'd learnt by now that pretty men were even rarer than trophy wives.
Nonetheless, Richard had turned 11 years old now. Children from the mountains matured quickly, and 12-year-olds having families were not unheard of. Elena had summed up his year for every birthday so far, telling him what to take away from the year. But now?
The only thing Richard saw on his eleventh birthday was a reflection in a mirror. The only thing on his mind? The raging flames from his memories…

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Every drop of this family bloodline is stained with sin. They are the embodiment of contradiction; calm yet maniacal, with great memories yet often forgetful. They pledge themselves to their dreams yet often compromise, are angels that are also devils… It’s why I hate them. And also love them.

The only hope of his family, a youth with the blood of elves and devils walks on a battleground of annihilation and rebirth. He wills his way through boiling lava and icy depths, killing on this field of despair to strike down the lofty figure in his sight. One day he’ll grasp his blade tightly and survey his surroundings, only to find no more enemies to kill.

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(Note: I didn't own 罪恶之城, I just translate it from Chinese To English)

The next day after Charms class, Professor Flitwick told Art to stay after class. Confused on what was going on, Art sat down and waited for Flitwick to talk. 

"Art my boy, some teachers have decided to give you some extra lessons to help challenge you. Your homework must still be done for other classes though, and we will be checking." Professor Flitwick said, with a stern gaze but Art could see a smile behind it. 

Art was shocked but his face lit up. He thanked Flitwick generously and left the room. 

So his extra lessons with Professor McGonagall and Flitwick started. McGonagall taught his more advanced Transfiguration, almost a 4th year level, which Art soaked up like a sponge. The harder the challenge the more Art seemed to enjoy himself. Flitwick also gave Art advanced Charms to learn, even showing Art proper Dueling edicate. Though these lessons now made his time at Hogwarts less boring, he still made sure to practice wandless magic and continued in attempting nonverbal spells. Art noticed he was still lacking a fundamental part of his education, Defence Against the Dark Arts. 

Professor Quirell was timid and hardly let them do any magic in class which made Art resort to learning them on his own. Though he was able to do it, without practice on someone it wouldn't mean much in an actual fight. Art heard a rumor that Professor Snape wanted the Defence Against the Dark Arts gig but Dumbledore wouldn't let him have it. With this in mind, Art stayed after Potions class one day to talk to Professor Snape. 

"What do you want Mr. Cason?" Snape asked, not looking at him and kept focused on the parchment in front of him. 

"I was wondering sir if you…" Art started but Snape interrupted. 

"I will not give you extra potions lessoned Cason, no matter how much the other teachers think you are a genius." he said coldly, giving Art a glance before turning back to the parchment in front of him. 

"That wasn't what I was going to ask sir. Potions is one of the few classes that I am not bored with." Art said, getting Snape's attention. 

"Then what do you want Cason?" Snape said, looking at Art now. 

"I was wondering if you could teach me Defence Against the Dark Arts class." 

Snape's eyes lit up before dimming down again. He sneered, "You have a teacher already, ask him." 

"No offense to Professor Quirell but his class isn't… educational." Art camly said before continuing, "I would like to learn from you if possible." 

Snape black eyes stared into Art's, making him feel like his thoughts were exposed. 

"I will have to ask the Head Master… come see me after next Potions class." Snape said absently before turning back to the parchment in front of him. 

Art gave his thanks and made his way to his next class. 

Later that week in the Head Master's office. 

"Head Master?" 

Albus Dumbledore looked up and saw Professor Snape standing there. A smile lit up his face, "Ah, Severus. Come in, it looks like you want to talk about something." 

Severus sat across from Dumbledore but didn't say anything for a bit. Dumbledore waited patiently while he sipped some tea. 

"The Cason child has asked me to teach him Defence Against the Dark Arts." Snape said slowly.

Dumbledore's face dimmed after hearing that. He slowly stirred his tea with a spoon. "And you want to… but Severus do you think that it is a smart choice?" 

Snape looked down at his hands before clenching them. "I know my past sins are something I can never make up for but… I owe the child at least this much." 

"And when he finds out?" Dumbledore asked quietly. 

"We have years until that happens." 

Dumbledore continued to stir the tea until giving a light sigh. "Take care of the boy." 

Hearing this Snape stood up and walked out of the office. Dumbledore sat there, his face unreadable. 

Art got some great news after his Potions class, that Snape was going to teach him but Snape had some conditions. He wasn't allowed to tell anyone, he was to call him sir or professor when speaking to him, and if he was ever late the lesson would be cancelled. Art eagerly agreed to all these rules. The lessons would be every Monday night at Snape's office. 

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick both continued to teach Art after lessons and much to their delight, he excelled at everything they threw at him. If he was stumped with a spell by the next lesson he showed them that he mastered it. Lessons with Professor Snape was strict and no fun and games. He started by seeing the spells Art knows and after showing him, Snape called them sloppy and weak. Art didn't retort and listened to what Snape said. Demonstrating how the right technique and movement, Art mimicked Snape and quickly felt a difference. The magic he used casting the spells was less than before causing Art to smile. 

Soon Christmas came and Art headed home for the holidays. His teachers had given him lots of homework to do over the break and Snape told him to practice clearing his mind before bed. Although Art didn't know why, he listened to him. 

Seeing his parents, Art ran up and hugged them tightly. Bella had tears in her eyes while Tim had a light smile. Leaving the train platform and getting into their car, Art started telling them all the amazing things he had experienced at school and how he was taking extra lessons because he was bored in class. 

His parents were amazed to hear about Hogwarts and how magical it was. Bella loved the idea of making the ceiling reflect of sky outside like in the Great Hall. The three of them spent Christmas together, Art was surprised to find that he got a Christmas card from the Delacours. The picture was them standing in front of their mansion in the snow. They all looked stunning as the picture moved and they were laughing and waving at Art. Writing them back, he told them that he had started his year at Hogwarts and that he hoped to see them during summer vacation. Christmas day came and the three of them exchanged gifts. It was peaceful and helped Art unwind and clear his head. 

When Tim asked Art to spar he shuddered. He hadn't practiced since he left for Hogwarts and he knew Tim was going to kick his ass. As predicted, Art found himself on the ground and covered in bruises. 

"You learn magic so you quit training?" Tim asked, frowning and clearly upset. Art was too gifted to let his talent go to waste. 

"I'm sorry. I will start training again." he promised before brushing himself off. 

Amelia came over and gave Art a scolding for not writing to her which he found himself apologizing for. He gifted Susan a gaming console which she squealed with delight at. The rest of the holidays passed quickly and Art soon found himself on the Hogwarts Express back to school. 

The school remained unchanged as he entered the castle. Fred and George were already back and causing trouble. Stealing food from the kitchens, much to the annoyance of the house elves. The new term soon started and Art was back in classes. His extra lessons seemed more difficult than before and Snape was pushing him harder than before. Art took it in stride and pushed himself harder to improve. He made sure to take an hour everyday to work out and practice hand to hand combat so he wouldn't get beaten down so hard by Tim next time they fought.

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.

Softly walking through the grass, Gosura had the black sword in his right hand. He could sense a ninja following him from afar, but he didn't mind. His stealth skill wasn't the greatest, so this was to be expected. 

A 5-foot tall male caring a long black sword sneaking out in the middle of the night is awfully suspicious. Gosura would doubt Konoha's strength if there wasn't a ninja following him, but the ninja has yet to confront him, so Gosura ignored it. After 10 minutes, he was about 2-3 miles away from the village, his eyes that were straining due to a lack of light had adapted to the night. Looking around, he spotted a large snake slithering about. He smiled, unleashed his beastly battle aura, and charged into battle. 

The snake noticed Gosura approach at shocking speeds. It released it's own aura and swung down with its tail to smash Gosura.

Gosura unleashed an upward vertical slash collided with the tail. The two forces seemed equally strong and canceled each other out, but neither opponents backed down as they kept clashing with each other at high speeds. Blade versus Tail and for some reason, the sword only made scratches against the tail. "This wasn't just a big snake," Gosura's smile widen even more. His aura got fiercer as he sped up his attacks even further. 

"Storming Hyrda!" Gosura roared, his blade seemed to multiply as the speed of his sword exceeded his limits. This was a new technique Gosura made and added into the Wild Blade Arts, using chakra to increase the velocity of his swings, while pumping sword essence into the Katana. It essentially creates a storm of blades. Scales of the snake starts to fly off. The snake immediately backs off in fear of being chopped into pieces, it opens its mouth wide as it sprays a mist of poison.

Gosura didn't come out of the previous clash unharmed, the downside of using Storming Hydra was the conflict between sword essence and chakra in his body. Because sword essence isn't a natural form of energy, chakra rejects it entirely. This causes bursts of sword essence cut up his arms every time the two energies make the slightest bit of contact. 

Looking at the mist of poison Gosura charges into it, like poison could ever kill Gosura faster then he would adapt to it. Looking through the mist he couldn't find the snakes location, he strained his eyes as he felt around for its life force. 

"Hawk Point." Gosura struck fast. He heard a loud hiss for a moment, but the silence returned soon after. After the mist subsided he saw a trail of blood and a folded piece of paper, but no snake. 

"Why did it disappear so suddenly, it probably underestimated my range since I only have a sword. The snake was probably from a summoning jutsu as well. Were summons supposed to be this strong?" He unfolded the paper to find out it was a report about the leaf meant for Orochimaru.

"Hey, you can come out ya know," Gosura shouted. A ninja with a single eye and white hair appeared from behind holding a Kunai knife on his throat. 

"So mind explaining to me why a man would come out in the middle of the night just to fight a large snake."

"Well, I haven't had a good fight in a while. So I came here to duke it out." Gosura replies honestly. 

"Bullshit... wait you're one of those weirdos, aren't you? A battle junkie?"  The nin loosened up and sat on a tree stump one of my sword strikes had cut down. 

"Pretty much, you believed in me that fast?"

"Well, I have a friend... who is quite similar to you..." The white-haired nin spoke with fear. "I was observing you and what you said matches up with most of your attitude. So, you much be one of the new chunins. Your skills are quite good. Why did you call me out?"

"Oh, you flatter me. I haven't even attended the academy. How could I be a chunin." The ninja's jaws drop at the statement. Gosura smiles and continues, "I called you out to give you this." He handed the paper over, at this point, the ninja noticed the damage on Gosura arms had healed up. 

"Kekkai Genkai, read the paper." The ninja nodded and studies the paper, his face darkened as he read the content of the message.

"The snake dropped this?" 

"Yep, and do you see the snake."

"Sadly, no. I do not. Man, this is annoying, and I just had to poke my nose into this. Should have stayed home and reread the 'Make Out' series." The ninja got up and began to walk away, "By the way, this is now an S rank mission, you are not to tell anyone the content of this letter. Also, the name is Kakashi."

"Gosura, I also hope to meet your friend, he seems willing to fight in a friendly spar."

"SHE probably wouldn't mind, I'll let her know." The ninja walked away. 

"Hold up... Did Kakashi just say she? Gai is a... impossible... but." Gosura was confused for a solid minute. Gosura didn't remember much about the original Naruto series, but he did remember Gai and Lee, two MEN who were very much like himself (less battle for blood, more spar for youth). Kakashi probably meant it as a joke...

Gosura made his way back home, took a bath and cleared out the smell of blood. Then he went to his room took a look at the worn-out Katana he had placed underneath Agetha's art. Lied down on the bed, and took a nap.

"It's been a while, Master," A tall man with a full suit appeared.

"Hello, Delight." Gosura didn't question the systems current form. Delight would never look like the same as the previous time he came here. 

Would you like to see your stats?" Delight begins to unbuckle his belt and was about remove his pants.

"Just toss me the stat window." 

"You're no fun."

Gosura 

Physical Strength: Jonin
Chakra Level: 1.5 Tails

Passive:
- Sage Chakra Generation [Atomic]
- Sage Body [Atomic]
- Life Force Sensory Lv: 2
- Regen G-1
- Monstrous Body Lv:1
- Adaptation
- Chromosomal Manipulation
- Sword Body Technique Lv: 1
- Near Photographic Memory
- Fatigue Denial
- Self Sufficiency
- Night Vision
- Gentle Hands Lv: 5

Active:
- Kaiju Form (Godzilla X)-110m
- Atomic Sage Breath
- Beastly Intimidation
- Stealth Lv: 2
- Muay Thai Lv: 9
- Wild Blade Art Lv: 8
- Cooking Lv: 9
- Cleaning Lv14
- Art of Tea Making Lv: 7
- Massaging Lv: 6

Jutsu's
- 

Spirit Essence: 1000

"You will be learning a variety of different jutsu's soon, so too not make everything so convoluted. I add a new section, also if you don't want to see everything. Then ask for the specific section only next time." 

"Alright, how did I get so much essence?" 

"Essence represents your accomplishments in this world. The harder missions you get, the more essence you will receive. S-Rank gives 1000, A-Rank gives 100 and etc. You need 1000 spirit points to redeem skills, skills are always randomized. Except for the first two skills you received. Did that answer all your questions?"

"No... what is considered a Kaiju."

"Any Non-humanoid being that is above 50 meters in height. Because Kaiju directly translates to "strange/giant monster, and that is pretty vague. For example, a gigantic Superman can't be a Kaiju, while King Kong is, despite the fact that King Kong's genetics is probably a closer match to humans then Superman's. So... Ya get what ya get, and you can't do anything about it." Delight shrugged. 

"I see, buy a new skill for me."

"Finally, here ya go." Delight pulls out a large wheel, then gives it a turn. The wheel turns until it lands on...

[Ghidora's Regeneration: Rebirth of Mothra 3]
[Regen G-1] has fused with the skill [Ghidora's Regeneration: Rebirth of Mothra 3]
New skill created [Regeneration G-X]

A Man Wished to have all the powers of every fictional kaijus created in a humanoid body, his wish was granted... kinda. Watch as Gosura takes world of ninja’s and becomes King of the Bijuu’s.

*All rights to characters mentioned in this novel belongs to their respective owners.*

"Assassins Organisation?" , Someone asked.

Laimeel said, " That's right! The Assassins Organisation. It's an horrible and nasty organisation. For the past three billion years this mysterious organisation has given a huge headache for all the bigshots in the God Realm. This organisation is so mysterious that not even the 12 supreme gods has no clue about them."

"WHAT?" , said a supreme general in terror. 

Mizumeel said, " They are really mysterious. They never leave any kind of traces for their dirty works. No one knows who their leader is. No one knows where exactly their headquarters is located. No one knows anything about them. Our Father sent elder brother Fukumeel to investigate on them. After some tough investigation, elder brother Fukumeel was able to figure out their organisation's sigil. As for the name of the organisation, no one knows."

A dragon from the God realm said, " If someone like Lord Fukumeel couldn't bring any valuable news about this organisation, then what exactly can we figure out. They are so mysterious. They are well disciplined to the extent where they don't even think twice to self explode if things go wrong. If that is the case then how could we catch them. They have a way to forge a weapon that could slay dragons. If someone like Lord Fukumeel is helpless against this organisation, then how exactly are we dragons going to fare against them with that sword that slays the dragon."

Laimeel said, " Whatever it is, don't underestimate this issue just because they are humans. If you do that, then that will be your biggest mistake."

"Yes sir!" , All the dragons said in union.

A local dragon came forward and said, " Your Majesty! I have something to say."

A dragon from the God Realm said arrogantly, " Since when a mere trash like you has the guts to talk with the great elemental king dragons? Know your place you piece of trash."

That local dragon bent it's head and walked back in humiliation. It was burning in anger, but they know that it's pointless.

Laimeel said, " Lagor! You are one of the five generals of our army. You also have the responsibility to look after the dragons well beings. It doesn't matter if that dragon is from Life Realm or the God Realm. The reason why we sent the dragons with poor talents to the Life Realm is because they cannot survive the war. It's not because we consider them as trash. Don't ever discourage them like that. Do you understand? I'm warning every dragons. Don't discourage the dragons from the Life Realm."

"Yes, My Lord!" , said all the dragons in union.

Laimeel looked at that local dragon and said, " Come forward."

That local dragon came forward hurriedly and bowed respectfully to all four elemental king dragons.

Laimeel said, " Good! Now tell us. What is your name?"

That local dragon bowed once again in respect and said, " My Lord! My name is Eldrum!"

Laimeel said, " Good! Now Eldrum, What exactly do you want to say?"

Eldrum said, " Your Majesty! I don't know whether what I'm going to say is useful for you or not. But there exist an Assassins Organisation in the Life Realm. They have that same owl tattoo on them as it was on that human who self exploded."

"WHAT?" , said Kuromeel this time in astonishment.

Eldrum said, " Yes Your Majesty! There exist four human empires in the Life Realm. But the Assassins Organisation is the true ruler in shadow. They are mysterious and ruthless. No one knew their origins at all."

Earmeel said in delight, " Good, good, good! You have given a valuable information. At least it will help us to move forward in elder brother's investigation. Kuromeel, this Eldrum is a dark dragon. So gift him with something."

Kuromeel nodded his head and said, " Give him 100 years worth of cultivation rescorces. And no extortion. I don't want any fight for those cultivation rescorces."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" , Someone from the Dark Dragon said.

Eldrum bowed his head and said in delight, " Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty!"

Someone asked, " It looks like the Assassins Organisation is making things difficult for us. Should we organise the competition? Or shall we stop?""

Laimeel said, " Humph! Why should we be afraid of some puny humans? The competition will take place as per the schedule. No backfoots for some issue. Prepare for the competition."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" All the dragons acknowledged their orders and dispersed to carry on their orders.

Laimeel said, " Take rest, Leizer! I'll see if I can restore your cultivation."

Leizer's eyes lit up in delight. He said, " Thank you for your care, Your Majesty!"

Laimeel nodded his head in return.

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Five days passed in the blink of an eye. Arjun and Rick were in the closed door seclusion. At present they learnt the <<SIZE MANIPULATION ART>>. They were practising it until they were perfect in it.

<<SIZE MANIPULATION ART>> allows the user to manipulate the size of anything. They can shrink a mountain to hand size and carry it in their pocket. They can also shribk their bodies to a very small size and walk in the park without anybody noticing. 

Arjun and Rick learned this Art to shrink themselves into small size. They believed that all the dragons concentrate fully on the competition. So the things will be easy for them to store the power of the elemental king dragons.  

At that time Alwyn sent a mental message, " Boss! Lord Magmeel is here."

Arjun opened his eyes. He sent mentally, "Alright! We are coming."

Both of them got up. They walked out of the room and met Magmeel who is in the human form.

Magmeel looked at them and asked, " Are you two ready?"

Arjun nodded his head and said, " Yes. We are ready."

Magmeel asked, "Are you nervous?"

Rick replied, " No. Definitely not. In fact, we are looking forward to it."

Magmeel smiled and said, " That's the spirit."

Magmeel took a deep breath and said, " Now, let's go."

All of them got out of the empire. Magmeel transformed into his dragon's form. Arjun and Rick sat on Magmeel's back. Magmeel flew in a air and left. Logan and others who looked at the scene were amazed.

At the same time they were nervous. After all Arjun and Rick are risking their lives to bring Divine Power for them. If they get the Divine Power, then they will be able to enter the city of darkness. All of them walked inside. royal palace with anxiety. They were anticipating for their boss's success. If Arjun and Rick managed to bring the Divine Power for them, then their six member team would be perfect. So they were praying inwardly for Arjun and Rick's success.

This is the world where magicians are respected.. and the weak people ar doomed. Arjun Kumar our main protagonist is dsired to become the great magician but later finds that he has no "magic core" at all. Arjun didn't fell disappointed. He trains in Willpower the lengthy and time consuming way.

But his fate changes when he meets a poweful Dragon named 'Magneel' who is kind to Humans and gives his power to Arjun and trains him. 

Join the adventures of Arjun and Magmeel who together joins in an adventures along with the interesting new characters who will be introduced in the future.

"I'm sure that you've all finished introducing yourselves so let's first go back and rest. I'll show you all some definitely surprising things tomorrow so make sure you all rest well." said Tian Long as looked towards Jian Chen and the others.

Everyone nodded their heads and wondered what the surprising thing Tian Long was talking about.

Tian Long simply smiled at them and walked back to his villa.

...

Night time.

Tian Long checked the system logs since he had been heard the system's prompts when he accepted his four new disciples to his sect.

"Hmm, I wonder if it's another gift pack from the system..." muttered Tian Long as he wondered.

When he opened the system logs, he smiled in delight because his hunch was right indeed!

There were four system messages in the logs which he started reading with excitement.

[ Ding! Congratulations to host Tian Long for accepting three miraculous disciples: Long Wang, Long Xue, and Zhuang Yan into the Eternal Glory Sect! You have obtained 150,000 apex points, 600,000 sect merit points, and {Random Gift Box} x3. ]

[ Ding! Congratulations to host Tian Long for accepting the apex genius: Chu Feng into the Eternal Glory Sect! You have obtained 500,000 apex points, 2,000,000 sect merit points, and a {Miracle Gift Box}. ]

Tian Long's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he kept reading those wonderful words.

"The system termed Long Wang, Long Xue and Zhuang Yan as 'miraculous disciples' and it seems that these 'miraculous disciples' would give 50,000 apex points, 600,000 merit points, and a random gift box each when I accept them into the sect... That seems to be a great and fast way to earn apex and merit points." pondered Tian Long with a wide grin on his face.

"This Chu Feng is indeed something else, being termed as an 'apex genius' even by the system itself! How fierce! And it even gave me such generous rewards!" he said with a voice full of astonishment.

After a moment of wonder, Tian Long first opened the three Random Gift Boxes with excitement.

[ Ding! Congratulations to host Tian Long for obtaining {Gravity Room} x10. ]

[ Ding! Congratulations to host Tian Long for obtaining a {Seed of Nirvana Fruit Tree}. ]

[ Ding! Congratulations to host for Tian Long for obtaining the high-ranked Immortal grade item {Immaculate Flame Furnace}. ]

"Gravity Rooms... That reminds me, I still haven't installed the ones that I received last time, I should do it later then. I actually got a seed of a Nirvana Fruit Tree and an Immortal grade Furnace, great!" said Tian Long with delight.

You have to know that Immortal grade items are incredibly rare in this world, and especially a sacred tree such as the Nirvana Fruit Tree which are basically impossible to encounter in one's life. 

Tian Long then checked the Miracle Gift Box's description.
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{Miracle Gift Box}: Once opened, gives 1 to 3 rewards of either cultivation methods, martial skills, treasures, pills, etc. Minimum rank of rewards is set at Saint grade.
_______________________

When Tian Long read the description, he was immensely overjoyed. "The rewards that I'll get are at least Saint Grade and above?! How unbelievable!"

He immediately urged the system to open it at once.

[ Ding! Congratulations to host Tian Long for obtaining the supreme-ranked Immortal grade technique {Imperishable Blood Art}. ]

[ Ding! Congratulations to host Tian Long for obtaining the {Origin Coin Fountain}. ]

Right after Tian Long received the rewards, he immediately checked the description of all the items he obtained.
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{Seed of Nirvana Fruit Tree}: A seed of the Sacred Nirvana Fruit Tree. Once matured, the tree will produce magical Nirvana Fruits. Once consumed, the mortal body of the person will shatter and crumble, only to once again be reconstructed and remolded into something better, akin to being reborn. The new body will have a huge increase in one's innate talent, physique, and comprehension. The higher one's cultivation is, the lesser the improvements are. The fruit only works for those below the True God Level.

{Immaculate Flame Furnace}: An ancient furnace once owned by a peerless human alchemist who lived innumerable years ago. The owner of the furnace will be able to wield the Immaculate Flame, one of the sacred flames in the Boundless Heaven World. Pills refined within the furnace will have a definite increase of 60% chance of success. 

{Imperishable Blood Art}: A gift from the Apex System to the host Tian Long. Once cultivated, the host's blood, vitality, and regeneration will have a gigantic increase. As the level increases, the host will be able to restore severed limbs, crushed bones, ruptured organs etc and dodge death itself. Once cultivated to the peak, the host will be able to revive from a single drop of blood and fully restore himself. This technique grants the user an immense strength, blood energy, and powerful physique. Requires the blood essence of creatures to cultivate to further stages.

{Origin Coin Fountain}: A one and only kind of fountain which magically produces Spirit and Imperial coins endlessly. The size of the fountain and the rate of production of the coins increases as the cultivation of the host increases.
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Tian Long's eyes were shining so bright that one he could illuminate a whole city as he read the description of the rewards that he received.

He couldn't help but smile foolishly as he thanked Chu Feng for the astounding gifts he earned. 

If any of these things appeared in the world, even those Divine-ranked powers and influences would go crazy over them. Rivers of blood would spill and mountains of corpses would be left from the insane wars that would take place. Even those True Gods would go green with envy if they found out the total number of Tian Long's treasures and their quality.
(Note: Check glossary for the rank of sects/empires/clans etc.)

You have to know that treasures, cultivation methods, and techniques above the Heaven grade are incredibly rare in the world, yet Tian Long had a number of them with him. It's simply unthinkable and impossible!

"I can plant the Nirvana Fruit Tree seed inside the Celestial Mountain along with the Gravity Rooms and the Origin Coin Fountain as well..." muttered Tian Long.

He then re-checked the {Imperishable Blood Art} and giggled as he thought to himself. 'With the {Heavenly Lightning Body Refining Method} and {Universal Body Origin Technique} I'll have an insanely powerful physique with an almost endless supply of the purest heavenly energy. Add to that the powerful soul that I would cultivate with the {Everlasting Soul Manual} and the fearsome vitality and regeneration given by the {Imperishable Blood Art}, I'll basically become invincible and eventually be unrivaled under and above the heavens!'

This novel has been rebooted, look up Apex System if you're interested in reading the new version!

A thousand meters... Two thousand meters... Three thousand meters... Three thousand and one hundred meters....
Jin Kui finally couldn't hold on any longer. His heavy footsteps began to slow down, and a batch of recruits who were equally lacking in physical strength smiled in delight one after another. Last place was finally about to appear.
"I'm next!"
Du Peng slowed his pace. Jin Kui thought for a moment before firmly jumping onto Du Peng's back. This action immediately stupefied the recruits behind them.
Had they gone crazy? Running while carrying someone? This meant that the person who would be second to last had appeared! The recruits in the back watched Du Peng with quite the shock, as he maintained a decent pace.
The seasoned veterans of Second Battalion were shocked by Du Peng's actions as well. Even though Du Peng had the makings of a great soldier, it was impossible for him not to end up in last place when carrying Jin Kui.
After running for some distance, Du Peng's face was drenched with sweath. His breathing began to grow heavier and heavier. Qin Fen silently calculated the distance to himself. If Du Peng were to pass Jin Kui to Qin Fen right now, they still might not be able to avoid last place, but Du Peng might not be able to hold out if he doesn't pass Jin Kui.
"Allow me."
In a split second decision, Qin Fen had Du Peng pass Jin Kui to him, and Du Peng's complexion immediately took a turn for the better. Carrying someone in a long distance dash wasn't easy, especially in a race against others.
Squad Leader Hao laughed. Relaying? These two super recruits really did believe themselves to be omnipotent.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art instantly difused through his entire body. Qin Fen increased his running speed after putting Jin Kui on his back, further stupefying the recruits behind him. 
Even if he did get first place in swimming, carrying someone to run the remaining distance was too ridiculous, right?
The last five hundred meters.... The last four hundred meters....
Qin Fen's speed had already begun to drop. Even though he had pulled some distance away from the recruits behind him, there was still the last four hundred meters to go....
"I'm next!"
Deng Biao, who had been tossed by Qin Fen back on the ship, suddenly spoke.
"You...."
"Give him to me!" Deng Biao wiped the sweat off his forehead, "We're one collective!"
After a brief moment of thought, Qin Fen passed Jin Kui to Deng Biao. The other recruits of Second Squad stuck closely beside Deng Biao, "Biaoster! Let us know when you're tired!"
In this moment, the recruits who had been left in the dust understood that the two strongest recruits of Second Squad weren't the only ones who were going to carry Jin Kui. The others would carry as well in this crazy run!
After snapping back to reality, the recruits had to ignore the weariness of their bodies as they swung their feet in a pursuit of Deng Biao.
Three hundred meters.... Two hundred meters.... One hundred meters....
Thud....
Zhang Xiangyang, the recruit who carried Jin Kui into boot camp, simply plopped to lie on the ground. Laughter of delight was staggered throughout his intense wheezing.
Six to last place! This was a very bad performance among two thousand recruits, but it was an achievement that made one incomparably delighted!
Qin Fen and Du Peng were the only ones of Second Squad, First Platoon, Third Company, Second Battalion who remained standing. The two had their hands on their knees, as their chests heaved up and down in equal intensity. Sweat trickled down their chin and the tip of their nose, dripping onto the cement ground.
It was very tiresome to carry someone in a long distance dash, and running on sandy shores was much more tiresome than running on cement ground. They managed not to be in last place thanks to Qin Fen crazily using his strength midway. 
"Excellent, excellent." Squad Leader Hao smied showed genuine happiness, "Though there is suspicion of cheating, I'm very happy! After you finish dinner, follow me to your living quarters for some rest."
Recruit boot camp was much bigger than Qin Fen expected. Standing in the middle of it was akin to standing in the middle of a gigantic ancient city. Streets, buildings, and training fields could be seen all over, and steel-like roars could be heard coming from each of the training fields.
The Federation gathered recruits not once a year but once a month. Someone who reached of age could sign up at any time. There were quite a few recruits at the training fields who had arrived a few month earlier than them. Compared to their group of recruits who had just arrived, these recruits already possessed the bearing of seasoned soldiers.
Qin Fen listened to Squad Leader Hao's introduction as they walked on the road to their living quarters. This was a large military camp, capable of housing fifty thousand people. There were a total of five camps like this one in Australia. There were smaller camps on other islands. The total people numbered nearly to a million. 
The recruit camp's living quarters were much larger than those on the transport ship. Of course, people weren't divided into units of squads in them, but into units of companies. Nearly eighty beds were neatly arranged in living quarters similar to cargo holds.
These were the living quarters of Third Company, Second Battalion. The other squads, who had finished running earlier than them, had found already their designated beds.
Qin Fen soon found his bed thanks to his military card. Daily necessities of every kind, as provided by the Federation, were placed not far from the head of the bed.
All the recruits of Second Squad, First Platoon, Third Company, Second Battalion planted headfirst into their beds at practically the same time. Even Du Peng, who stood tall and straight all the time with his military bearing, could no longer keep up his appearance of a soldier. He too fell onto his bed.
Relaying and carrying Jin Kui wasn't too tough of a task, but carrying him in an all-out dash was a totally different situation.
Qin Fen lay for a while before dragging his weary body into sitting up again. There was quite some time until dinner. There was enough time to perform one cycle of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.
As a man, Qin Fen had the unparalleled thirst to becoming stronger. Because of his financial issues in the past, he couldn't afford to set aside time for cultivation and had to save as much of his strength. He exchanged his time and energy for money to fill his stomach.
Now, he suddenly didn't have to worry about food and clothes. The biggest burdens in Qin Fen's heart had disappeared, he had seen just how powerful Squad Leader Hao was, and he had heard of his big brother's deeds. His thirst for becoming stronger had grown even greater. He immediately began to carry out the cultivation method introduced by the figure of light.
The third stage of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art continued to circulate within his body as dryly and heavily as before. His weary body made performing the art even more difficult, and soon the living quarters began to echo with his drawn-out breathing.
Du Peng, who still lay on the bed, watched Qin Fen with shock. Qin Fen was the person who had ran the fastest and the longest while carrying Jin Kui amongst their squad. He should be the most tired one, yet he actually began cultivating!
Huff!
Du Peng suddenly sat up as well, soon engaging in weary cultivation just like Qin Fen.
The drawn-out breathings of the two undulated without end within the sleeping quarters. Their squadmates looked at one another before collectively sitting cross-legged. They copied the two and began to cultivate.
Jin Kui looked at his seven squadmates all sitting cross-legged. He whispered to himself over and over, "I just want to be a small businessman. I really don't want to be some outstanding soldier...."


"Qin Fen had once been abandoned and broken until, one day, he picked up a liquid metal ball that turned his life upside down.
This is the interplanetary era where Classical and Modern Wushu are competing. Classical Wushu enables followers to grow as powerful as dragons and elephants, whereas Modern Wushu enables followers to freeze monsters or even extinguish erupting volcanoes.
Qin Fen steps onto the stage of both Classical and Modern Wushu while belonging to neither. With the exquisite combination of both Classical Wushu and modern technology, he will pave a way to become a legend.
He is one of a kind, a favored son of heaven." -KyleChow_
"He is a youth, a gentleman, and a scholar cultivating in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. He has the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, producing clouds with a turn of a hand and rain with the other. This is a story about the clash of passions between neo martial arts and paleo martial arts. This is a story about transcending the apex, about forcefully slaughtering one's way into the legends. This is a story about fading into nirvana, about the prideful of heaven!
In this world, cultivating the paleo martial art known as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the pinnacle allows one to possess the enormous strength of ten dragons and ten elephants! In this world, the Nitrogen Freezing Magic can freeze even a volcano on the verge of eruption! In this world, the Magma Art can instantly melt and vaporize a glacier!
This is a heavy undertaking by Skyscrapper back in 2009! This is a story of affection, of love. This is a story never lacking in friendship. This story, overflowing with heated blood, is certain to cause your own passion to surge!
This is a radiant era where hot-blood, friendship, love, and heroes converge, shine, and interweave upon each other.
Click and fall in love with this legend." -Strivon (Translation of original synopsis)


A coat of average quality could be made from a Complete Wolf Pelt. When Happy returned to Gusu City with the rewards he reaped, he managed to get forty taels of silver crumbs from the clothing shop. 
As a newbie, he could buy a set of equipment of average quality with forty taels of silver crumbs. In fact, he could even buy two simple martial art manuals in the market or a long saber or shortsword. With such items, he could make himself look more like a wanderer!
However, Happy did not have such intentions. With the money in hand, he hurried out of the city and headed to Purple Bamboo Forest, which was to the east of the city.
He had spent the entire day dealing with dozens of adult wolves, and they had contributed quite a lot to his growth. Aside from the forty taels of silver crumbs, they had also raised his Long Fist from the first realm to the sixth realm. The martial art had reached Level 53.8. 
However, as the lethality of the technique increased, it became increasingly more difficult to ensure that the wolf pelt remained in perfect condition. During the second half of the day, Happy did not even have the mood to pick up the wolf pelts anymore. He just left them there to dry in the wind before they vanished. 
The way to increase the levels of all martial arts was the same. The stronger the opponent one faced and the more in sync the mind and body were, the faster the martial art would improve. 
Once the martial art reached the sixth realm, however, it would be difficult for adult wolves to help with improving the martial art any further. That was why the moment it happened, Happy left the forest and returned to fulfill his promise. 
"Heh. You really came."
There were not that many onlookers this time around Purple Bamboo Forest, but there were some who were still determined to enter the sect of the master of Purple Bamboo Forest. When they saw the young house servant from the Murong Clan, delight filled their faces. 
With their judgment, they were naturally unable to tell just what was the difference between the Happy on that day compared to the one before. 
"Go."
The master of Purple Bamboo Forest gave a signal from the pavilion, and the sword servant walked out with his sword. He stood like a wall before Happy with faint traces of derision and mockery in his eyes. 
"I made a mistake by delivering the second strike last time. This time, I will not give you the same chance again."
Once the sword servant found out that the boy before him was a spy sent by the Murong Clan to learn their foundations, he was no longer as cordial as before. 
Happy did not bother with small talk either and just placed his palms flat against each other. 
"Please grant me your instruction!"
The sword servant might be in a hurry to send him away, but Happy, too, was in a hurry to prove to him his hard work over the past few days. While the disparity between their strength was great, Happy believed that he had a certain degree of chance to withstand three of his attacks. 
The woman in the pavilion stopped playing her zither. With her eyes shining, she looked at them from the forest with an expression of interest. 
The players around the area felt that the situation was abnormally exciting. They quickly found their spots to stand around and stare at the fighters. After all, they had played World of Martial Arts for a long time, but they had never actually managed to see any NPC fight against a player. 
"Receive my Mad Demon Staff Technique!"
When the sword servant shouted those words, he did not use the longsword in his hands. Instead, with an abnormal degree of flashiness, he attacked with a hand aimed at the boy's chest.
Even though he knew that the boy came from the Murong Clan and had definitely received instructions from a powerful martial artist, he refused to believe that a boy who had just recently began to learn martial arts could learn anything useful within a few days. 
The momentum of his first attack might have been fierce, but he held back a little. He did not use his full strength. 
Even though his strength had been seen through, Happy still did not show any emotion!
The moment the sword servant's attack reached its peak, Happy moved to the side and narrowly avoided the strike. By doing so, he managed to avoid the sword servant's first attack. 
His actions were performed in a calm and collected fashion. They were swift, simple, and had even a hint of indifference to them. In the meantime, the sword servant who had been careless and missed his attack looked ridiculous. 
"There are two more strikes."
"You impudent brat!"
After being mocked by the boy, the sword servant flew into a rage. 
Whoosh!
The sword in his hand was thrown swiftly into the air; the sword servant had let go of his sword! He formed his hands into the shape of claws and moved as if he was flying. In an instant, he closed in on Happy, giving him no time to dodge. 
But Happy did not plan to dodge anyway!
He simply allowed himself to be grabbed by his shoulders. Then, at the instant the sword servant was taken aback by his action, he exerted force and executed a Python Flip. He twisted his shoulder, caught the sword servant off guard, released the strength he had in his shoulder, tapped the sword servant on the chest, and used his full strength to send the man flying several feet away from him. 
The boy and sword landed on the ground at the same time!
"There's still the last atta—"
"Very good!"
Before Happy could finish speaking, the sword servant suddenly spoke loudly. He was not angry, but rather amused.
"A well executed Python Flip. You are truly an intelligent boy! Very well, I accept my defeat!"
At that moment, he fully understood Happy's strategy. 
Happy used the sword servant's derision against him in the first attack and moved lightly to avoid the attack. By doing so, he would be considered to have withstood the attack, and he also hid the fact that he practiced Shaolin's Long Fist. Then, during the critical moment, he used a Python Flip to escape his clutches and withstood the second attack! 
Because of it, regardless of whether he managed to withstand the third attack, Happy would be considered to have made it through all the attacks. The Murong Clan had already won its gamble. 
It was, of course, not pleasant to lose to a child, but it was worthy of a drink to be toyed around by an intelligent boy with great comprehension! The sword servant was not a petty person nor someone who broke his promises. He went into the forest and brought out a long, dark-purple bamboo which he handed to Happy. He also gave him a book. 
"Brat, by the looks of it, you have only started learning martial arts. If you find yourself unable to continue staying in the Murong Clan, come and search for my master. I will give you this qi cultivation book. While Complete Reality Qi Cultivation Technique is a traditional technique from a legit school, it is still a normal, low-tier qi cultivation technique. With your comprehension, practicing that qi cultivation technique is a disgrace to you… I will give you this book. When you are free, practice it."
Happy quickly glanced at the words on the book, and his heart trembled. He sucked in a few deep breaths before expressing his gratitude. 
"Noble sir, thank you for your gift! Please tell me your names."
A normal sword servant had actually generously gifted Happy Seven Stars Sword, the high-tier martial art from Complete Reality School. It not only had high-level incantations for qi cultivation techniques, but also contained forty-nine ingenious sword skills. While it could not be considered a peerless martial art, a player could still move into the ranks of the powerful with this sword manual alone. 
Such a gift was very good!
"There is no need for you to ask for our names. I will give you this plate. If you decide to leave the Murong Clan, you can head to Sword of Heavenly Lake Faction. They will treat you politely."
Once he finished speaking, the sword servant turned around and left. 
Happy might still have had some questions unanswered, but he knew that even if he continued lingering around the area, he would not be able to learn anything. He could only return to the Murong Clan with surprise, delight, and concern while carrying the manual and the purple bamboo. 
"A sword servant… from Sword of Heavenly Lake Faction?"
The Murong Clan Lady had been waiting for him in the backyard for a long time. When she saw the plate Happy handed to her, she pondered over it for a moment before swiftly returning the plate to him. 
"It's a rather famous sect, alright. They are also quite generous with their gifts, hmm? Seven Stars Sword, eh? Bah! Do they think that the Murong Clan doesn't have any high-tier martial arts? How dare they try to poach Murong Clan disciples in Gusu City's territory… Happy!"
Happy did not say anything to interrupt the Murong Clan Lady since the start of her rant, but he was already dancing in joy in his heart. He actually longed for the Murong Clan Lady to be so agitated that she would just teach him Shifting Stars. 
"From now on, you are Murong Clan's inner sect disciple. Hmph! There is no need for you to continue practicing Complete Reality Qi Cultivation Technique. Didn't he give you Seven Stars Sword?
"It's quite well-timed, because I will give you another book. It will teach you the Murong Clan's Swimming Dragon. Once you learn and understand the martial arts from the other sects to a certain degree, report to the master of the clan. He will teach you Shifting Stars."
"My Lady, thank you for teaching me!"


When he returned to the World of Martial Arts, the game was filled with blood and battles! Chen Kaixin had chased after the footsteps of the one emperor, two empresses, three princes, seven dukes, and thirteen aces for three years, but during the eve of the Sword Among Us tournament in Mount Hua, he was ambushed by evil bastards, and was killed so much that his level dropped to that of a newbie. He completely lost the chance to join the ranks of the powerful players in the game! In great disappointment, Kaixin quit the game and got drunk so that he could forget his sadness, but during that stormy night, Chen Kaixin found that he had actually dreamed for a total of three years, because when he woke up again, he woke up to three years ago, when he was still a student. 

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