An Asian girl named Judy on a hard study tour.

The most popular East Asia Military Region that had been undefeated since the start of the tournament had finally lost. Furthermore, they lost in the main event of the recruit tournament, the martial arts tournament.
Qin Fen gradually walked to the center of the field. His first opponent was a West Asian recruit.
Like the other West Asian recruit, Qin Fen had yet to stand still when he could already feel the hatred-filled eyes of his opponent.
Hatred? Qin Fen helplessly heaved a sigh. Should I stand still that day and let the three heroes of West Asia kill me? Are only the lives of the three heroes of West Asia lives and the lives of others, weeds?
"Qin Fen!" A hatred-filled voice squeezed out from the teeth of the West Asian recruit. "Today, I will make you regret what you have done."
Adjusting his mood slightly, Qin Fen looked at his opponent in a calm and poised manner. A one-point eight meters tall martial artist could not be considered very tall, but it was enough to call him a relatively tall martial artist. His hands had thick calluses, he must have practiced some Iron Sand Palm-like tenacious art.
"Regret?" Qin Fen shook his head. "Only a weak and incompetent person would live with regret. I never regret anything I have done. Even if it happened a hundred times, a thousand times, I would still make the same choice."
The conversation between the two was transmitted to the grandstands. Listening to their confusing conversation, the audience could not make out what these two were talking about. All they could feel was that the West Asian recruits were exuding an ice-cold killing intent.
Had it not been for the rules of the recruit tournament, everyone had not the slightest bit of doubt that these West Asian recruits would've rushed to attack Qin Fen.
Yang Lie neither cared about the West Asian recruits nor did he bother to speculate about the conversation between the two. He just kept looking at Qin Fen quietly. Although the entire upper group still had other young experts and there wasn't too big of a chance of him encountering Qin Fen, he still held some expectations that he may end up in a fight with Qin Fen.
The overbearing and innovative battle style shown in the pistol shooting tournament had filled everyone with expectations for Qin Fen's performance in the martial arts tournament.
In the European recruit area, Caesar was very calmly looking at Qin Fen.
Both of them were in different groups. If he wanted to fight with Qin Fen, it would only be possible if both of them entered the finals. But it was still better to see what kind of battle style this popular recruit of East Asia uses.
"Everyone, you may not know this Qin Fen very well." A commentator looked at the information in his hand and said, "I will give everyone a simple introduction. This Qin Fen is the champion of the pistol shooting tournament as well as the semi-automatic rifle tournament held over the last two days. His brilliant performance was more than enough to be get the pioneers of recruit tournament to judge."
"Yes, yes, I wonder how will he perform today?"
"I don't think it will be bad. I heard that he had broken the slabs of dozens of floors. He can be said to be a brute force martial artist. I wonder if those brutal steps of his would appear today, or if there will be some rare wrestling?"
"Only God can know this. I heard that this player has a very creative battle style."
The three commentators chimed in to stir up the atmosphere once more.
The bell had yet not been rung but the West Asian recruit had already taken his stance. The true energy circulation in his meridians had already reached the climax. Qin Fen could clearly sense the strength of his opponent, a four-star martial artist.
Four-star!? Qin Fen was slightly disappointed. With such an opponent, it would be difficult to learn anything.
As the bell rang to start the fight, the West Asian recruit took action immediately.
When it came to Qin Fen, any West Asian recruit was filled with hatred. They could not wait to blow Qin Fen into pieces with a mortar.
Taking a lightning-like step, his long arm gave rise to the wind as it smashed towards Qin Fen's head like a giant ax splitting a mountain on an ancient battlefield. His pair of iron palm turned blue from its original yellow. This Iron Sand Palm of his had been smelted in the fire several times already. He may not be able to split a mountain apart, but it was more than enough to split rolling boulders apart.
The West Asian uniform was far more loose than East Asian uniform. As his arm chopped down, his sleeve flapped against the wind like a big flag being waved vigorously in an ancient battlefield.
"Its speed is good, strength is also firm and fierce, but..."
The knowledge would naturally improve with more fights.
Just looking at this attack of West Asian recruit, Qin Fen knew that this man had really put tremendous effort into this Iron Sand Palm. But unfortunately, his lower body was a bit unstable. If it was in the Sky Martial Battle Network, such strength would not be a problem. But bringing such strength into the recruit tournament was rather somewhat insufficient.
Looking at the oncoming Iron Palm, Qin Fen suddenly pivoted his ankle! While driven by the momentum from the twisting force, Qin Fen bent his waist at the same time. Owing to which, his body avoided that splitting mountain-like Iron Sand Palm with a hair's breadth as he appeared next to the West Asian recruit.
"Wow..."
Tens of thousands of spectators broke into an uproar. The commentator too expressed his emotions, "What day is today? Arhat Fist's Dragon Guard is actually being used in two consecutive fights!?"
Yang Lie's dashing eyebrows suddenly twitched. As the user of fitness exercise techniques, he had the absolute right to speak whether the way this Dragon Guard was used was good or bad.
"Is it Dragon Fist?" A faint smile appeared on Yang Lie's lips. "If it's truly the Dragon Fist, then, I hope we can have a fight to see who among us is the real dragon."
The other young martial artists present in the stadium may not be proficient in fitness exercise techniques, but they could see that Qin Fen's Dragon Guard wasn't the slightest bit inferior to Yang Lie's.
Some people even began to simulate whether their attack, under the same condition, could hit Qin Fen if he used the Dragon Guard.
The West Asian recruit was slightly taken aback. It's actually Dragon Guard!? Hearing the howl of the wind as a palm cut behind him, he promptly shrunk his entire neck like he was trying to shrink his neck completely into his chest before he rolled his body forward on the spot.
Ape Neck Shrink!? Donkey Roll!? Qin Fen smiled faintly and didn't give chase. Having forced his opponent to resort to Donkey Roll, if he pursued and defeated his opponent by taking advantage of this situation, he would look petty.
The West Asian recruit stood up, his eyes burning with complete anger. To his dismay, the opponent used a fitness exercise technique like Dragon Guard and attacked him with the neo karate knife hand strike! This East Asian recruit was also looking down at him too much!
Pa... pa...
Two subsequent cracks rang underneath the West Asian recruit's feet as he used the Ape Jumping Into The Forest to pounce at Qin Fen. His Iron Sand Palm came crashing down on Qin Fen's head like a dark cloud coming down on his head.
Qin Fen thought and lowered his waist, taking a horse stance as he used the Cloud Hands from Twenty-four Simplified Tai Chi Fist. Then, carrying the West Asian recruit's Iron Sand Palm by his wrists, Qin Fen diverted it to the one side along with the strength of his opponent.
The West Asian recruit had never expected that his opponent would not only use the fitness exercise technique but also use the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists that were even worse than fitness exercise techniques.
In a hurry, the West Asian recruit applied pressure to his arms once more, threatening to break Qin Fen's arm.
Crack...
With both arms entangled, the West Asian recruit felt a tremendous sticky force clinging to his wrists. The next moment, that strength, like opening up a canal, led his surging river-like strength to the other path.
BOOM...
The West Asian recruit's palm struck the air. Meanwhile, he repeatedly took several steps to stabilize himself. As he turned back to look, he happened to see Qin Fen firmly taking the stance of Playing Pipa from the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists.
"What the hell is going on today?" The commentator's sharp voice was filled with extreme confusion. "First it was Little Dragon King - Yang Lie using fitness exercise technique, and now, the East Asian recruit is using the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists, which is only used by old people, to fight. The fighting method of this champion of two shooting tournaments is really strange."
Yang Lie was also looking at Qin Fen in confusion. What does this guy want to do? He can easily win, so why use Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists? Does he want to play with his opponent? No! It doesn't seem he is the type that likes playing with someone.
Qin Fen, taking the stance of Playing Pipa, looked at his opponent with an encouraging look.
If you don't know softness, how can you know what true hardness is? Qin Fen had been training in Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists for a while now, but he didn't have many opportunities to use it again against others.
In the past, all the battles had been a life and death struggle. Naturally, he would have to resort to finishing moves; he seldom had the time to stop and use the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists against others.
Although he could understand how softness gives birth to hardness by practicing Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists' stance, it was still far worse than the experience gained from fighting with others.
Facing an opponent who was using the Iron Sand Palm that leaned towards hardness, Qin Fen suddenly discovered that this was a pretty good opportunity in and of itself.
Practicing in the highlight event of the recruit tournament!? If Zhao Huzi came to know about it, perhaps he might even tear off his beard in anger. Treating your opponent as a sparring partner without even spending a dime could even be said to be unprecedented in the recruit tournament.
In the West Asian recruit's eyes, Qin Fen's encouraging look suddenly turned provocative.
Without any verbal provocation, the West Asian recruit flew up again as his hands, using the move Strike to Ears with Both Fists, smashed towards Qin Fen's temple from left and right. He didn't even consider that such an attack distance might be excessive, and left his middle body completely unprotected.
Just so it happened, Qin Fen had a thorough understanding of hardness in softness. So, why would he use High Pat on Horse to kick the oncoming opponent? With just a small step, his body advanced half a meter as he used Cloud Hands to resolve his opponent's attack, once more.
Having been thrown out with power once more, the West Asian recruit rolled on the ground and reached his hand into his pocket. Blocking everyone's line of sight with his body, he quickly took out two pills from the pocket and stuffed them into his mouth.
At this angle, he might have hoodwinked a majority of the audience and even hoodwinked the referee standing by the field, but he was unable to hide it from his opponent, Qin Fen.
"Berserker Pill?"
A gleam of understanding immediately flashed past Qin Fen's eyes. After the hatred had reached a certain level, this West Asian recruit risked the trouble of being investigated by the committee after the match and resolutely took the Berserker Pill.
In order to implement the principle of fairness in any event of the recruit tournament, the tournament committee had explicitly stated that the contestants were prohibited from taking any drugs in any event. Especially in the martial arts tournament, it was stated even more clearly that the usage of items such as the Berserker Pill, Armor Pill, and biochemical beasts was banned.
Any user of such items would immediately be disqualified upon discovery.
Nonetheless, the West Asian recruit didn't care. The enmity of his comrades along with the fact that he was sent rolling on the ground by Qin Fen using Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists made him unable to vent all the anger seething in his chest.
Having taken the Berserker Pill, the West Asian recruit's true energy soar suddenly and sharply. In an instant, he reached the peak of the four-star level. At the sight of his black as carbon hands, the eyes of spectating recruit flickered with a faint sadness; they all knew what was going on.
Qin Fen, on the other hand, still maintained the stance of Playing Pipa. With his opponent taking the Berserker Pill, it was even better. It was even more conducive to experiencing the power of hardness in softness.


"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)


"I want to exchange beginner for intermediate spirit potion materials."
Joelson had already thought it through and said directly.
The surrounding people were surprised again.
"Joelson is also studying pharmaceutics?!"
Intermediate materials? Could it be that he had already begun to try to concoct intermediate magic potions? The God of Magic! He was only sixteen years old!
"It should just be an attempt. He's a genius. It's always easy to be too proud and think that he's outstanding in every field."
Joelson ignored the discussions of the others and only looked at the red-haired girl.
"Can I?"
The red-haired girl came back to her senses and said, "Oh, of course."
"The materials for the beginner-level spirit potion are the stalks of the ghost face vine and the saliva of the bull horn magic snake. Hmm, each set of materials requires one credit to exchange."
So cheap?
Joelson was slightly surprised. It seemed that the value of the credit was even higher than he had imagined.
"What about the materials for the intermediate-level spirit potion?"
The red-haired girl glanced at her hands and replied, "15 credits per set."
Joelson raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is there such a big difference?"
The red-haired girl explained, "Because the intermediate-level spirit potion requires the saliva of the Asian Dragon. The Asian Dragon is a magical beast with an average strength of at least tier 5. It is relatively rare, so the price is a little more expensive."
Joelson thought for a moment and replied, "Then what if we remove the Asian Dragon's saliva?"
"Remove the Asian Dragon's saliva?"
The red-haired girl was stunned for a moment when she heard that.
The Asian Dragon's saliva was a key ingredient in the concoction of the intermediate spirit potion. Without it, it was impossible to concoct it. Why would they remove it?
Although she did not understand, she still answered Joelson's question. "In that case, we only need seven credits."
A portion of Yalong saliva was worth eight credits. It was more precious than all the other materials added together.
"Then." Joelson said, "Please help me exchange for one portion of intermediate spiritual medicine materials, four portions of intermediate spiritual medicine materials excluding Yalong saliva, and five portions of beginner spiritual medicine materials."
The red-haired girl blinked her eyes and said subconsciously, "Then you won't have a single credit left."
"I know."
"Junior Joelson, if you don't have enough credits, you can't advance to the third grade."
"I know."
Joelson interrupted the red-haired girl and said seriously, "Can you please hurry up?"
The red-haired girl opened her mouth and nodded helplessly.
Alright, she had said too much.
How could a super genius like Joelson worry about credits like ordinary students? The monthly homework test was enough for him to accumulate a year's worth of credits.
To be honest, after working at the Truth Society for so long, this was the first time she had seen someone squander credits like this.
Joelson exchanged for the materials he wanted. After confirming that there were no problems, he thanked them and left under the surprised gazes of the people around him.
Back at his residence, in the underground magic laboratory.
"The key to making a magic potion is the dosage of each material. It is similar to the chemical reaction experiment in my previous life. A little more or a little less might cause unexpected accidents, leading to the failure of the experiment in the end."
Joelson's hands were very steady, and his eyes were calm. He placed the last material into the test bottle.
As the last material was added, a magical reaction occurred. The turbid liquid in the bottle slowly became clear and transparent, and finally turned into a beautiful light blue color.
"The preparation of a beginner's potion is not difficult at all for my current spiritual power," Joelson said.
In front of him, there were already two bottles of the beginner's spiritual potion that had been prepared.
He had tried it three times, and all of them were successful.
If Gerrard and Elsa saw this, their jaws would drop in shock.
"It's time to try the intermediate level."
Joelson did not take out the remaining two sets of basic materials, but took out the intermediate magic materials.
"Intermediate fire-type gem powder, bloodthirsty vine root and leaf, and this one."
Joelson raised a small transparent bottle in his hand, which was filled with lead-gray turbid liquid.
"Yalong saliva."
There were five sets of materials in total, but there was only one set of Yalong saliva. It did not seem to be enough.
However, Joelson had already made a plan.
According to the magic potion book, the reason why the Yalong saliva was used in the preparation of the spirit potion was because it contained a thin dragon bloodline. As long as it was the saliva of a dragon descendant, it could be used as a substitute. The thicker the bloodline, the better the effect."
Joelson said in a deep voice, "In that case, then Du Lu's saliva can also be used. It is a pure-blooded fire-type giant dragon, so the effect should be even better!"
It was obvious that Joelson had already planned this.
"Come out, Du Lu."
In the dark basement, a red light suddenly lit up.
Du Lu, a fire-type dragon that had already advanced to the fourth rank, appeared in front of Joelson.
Its body was already very huge. Its length was close to ten meters, and its height was about five to six meters. The small basement could barely accommodate it.
Du Lu had to try its best to curl up.
"Du Lu du Lu."
Du Lu was like a big dog. It growled at Joelson in a wronged manner.
This place was too small. It felt very uncomfortable.
Joelson patted Du Lu's scalding head twice and comforted it, "Bear with it, just bear with it. I'm here to ask for your help."
Joelson picked up a crystal test tube and said to Du Lu, "Open your mouth."
Du Lu obediently opened his mouth, revealing his huge mouth.
His teeth were as sharp as knives and his throat was like a black hole.
Fortunately, du Lu had grown up eating dragon scale fruits and had never eaten meat, so his breath was not heavy.
However, when the hot breath blew onto Joelson's face, he could almost smell the burnt smell of his own hair.
Joelson knocked on Du Lu's chin and scolded jokingly, "Don't breathe too hard, hold it in."
"Du Lu du Lu." Du Lu called out twice, his black gem-like eyes full of grievance.
His breath was much weaker.
Joelson inserted the crystal test tube between Du Lu's teeth, and threads of transparent birth water slowly dripped in, quickly filling a bottle.
"Not bad, very clean!"
Joelson sized up the crystal test tube and nodded in satisfaction.
Du Lu's saliva was as clear as water, as sticky as glue, and still boiling hot.
"The next step is almost the same as the initial stage."
Joelson skillfully handled all kinds of magic materials.
The preparation of an intermediate potion was the same as the initial stage, except that there were more materials and it was more complicated.
The real test was still the control of spiritual power.
Half an hour later.
"What a pity."
Joelson sighed regretfully.
He had almost succeeded. He had made a small mistake.
Come!
"Open your mouth! Du Lu!"
Du Lu shook his big head hard.
No, no, I'm an arrogant giant dragon. It's already shameful enough to open my mouth a second time. I'll never do it again.
"Baby, I'm trying to make money. I'm going to make money to build a bigger house for you! Think about the beautiful active volcano. Don't you want to lie in the crater of the volcano and roll around?"
Joelson felt like a child snatcher with lollipops.
Only the target was a dragon.


My name is Joelson, and I traversed across the world. I arrived at a continent of sword and magic and became a noble sorcerer. 
Unfortunately, my talent in magic was mediocre, and I was vexed. 
Fortunately, I have a cheating system—a magical ranch that can breed dragons. 
In order to survive, I began to raise dragons. Fire dragon. Earth dragon. Ice dragon. Wind dragon. Chaos dragon. Dark demon dragon. Light dragon... 
Many years later, legends about me were spread everywhere on this continent. The name everyone addressed to me also changed. Some called me God of Magic! Some called me Dragon Master! Some even called me, "the man beyond the gods"!

"DAD? WHAT THE—
I couldn't find a way to put into words of what I'd just seen.
He staggered toward the pickup and I closed my eyes. I would be scarred for the rest of my life after seeing him naked. My mind went crazy with words like "dragon," and "Dad," and "dragon" again—thoughts that would land me in the nuthouse if spoken out loud.
The zip of his army bag pierced the silence. I could hear him struggling to get into his pants. I pinched myself with shaky fingers.How did I not know any of this? Is this actually happening? No, it's a dream. I'm going to wake up soon and—
"You can open your eyes, Elena." His voice interrupted my string of thoughts and I knew I wasn't dreaming.
I opened my eyes and stared at him. "Dad, why didn't—"
"I didn't want you to find out this way. I'm so sorry." He cleaned the cuts on his face with another t-shirt. Our eyes met, and he looked at me with a clenched jaw. All traces of the copper beast were gone, not one scale in sight.
He held out his hand for mine, his other raised, as if to signal surrender. Trembling, I accepted and he helped me get out through the opening where the windshield should've been. My entire body shook now, and the cut on my head stung fiercely.
My hoody and jeans hooked and tore on pieces of broken glass as I placed my shoes on the crumpled bonnet, but my gaze didn't leave Dad as I climbed through the jagged gap. When I was free from the truck, I watched him pour clean water from a bottle onto a shirt that he pressed to my head.
"Ow!" I pulled away my head.
"Hold still," he said, and patted my forehead softly with the cool, wet shirt.
I ground my teeth. It felt as if someone had hit me with a baseball bat.
I didn't know what to say, and a horrible silence filled the air between us while he put a Band-Aid on my face.
"I need to make a call."
"Dad?" I grabbed his arm, and he turned back around to face me. "Are more dragons coming for us?��
"I don't know, Bear." He caressed my cheek gently with his thumb. He dialed a number and held the phone carefully to his ear. His eyes searched everywhere, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the phone. "Matt, Herbert here. We got attacked by dragons." Dad spoke fast and listened for a few seconds. He walked away from me, facing away from the truck. "No...I told you, not over the phone." He spoke softly. "We are stuck on Interstate Forty, just meet us and please hurry...I don't know if more are coming." Dad switched off the phone, returned it to the pocket of his pants then faced me again.
"Elena, I need to tell you something. Believe me when I say this wasn't how I planned on doing this." He sniffed hard and wiped his nose with his index finger and thumb. His eyes searched the horizon before they fell back onto mine. "I wanted to take you out for a nice dinner and maybe ease into things." The corner of his lips curved softly, and then the smile disappeared just as fast. "But..." He sighed, blinked a few times, and looked away. "Bear." His gaze found mine again with tears in his eyes. "I love you more than life itself, and I would never let anything happen to you. You need to understand that."
I nodded more than once, but struggled to wrap my head around the fact that my Dad could morph into a dragon.
He swallowed hard and lowered his gaze.
What is he not telling me?
A screech that pierced the darkness made both of us jump.
"Elena, just run," Dad hissed and pushed me gently in the direction I needed to follow. "As fast as you can. Matt is on his way, go, now!"
I heard the sound of ripping jeans, and when I looked back, a huge dragon stood in the place where my father had been seconds ago. I didn't even have time to say goodbye or "I love you." All I could do was what he asked, and I started to run.
Tears blurred my vision, and I wiped them away vigorously. Not that it helped; everything was pitch-dark and I couldn't see a thing in front of me. I fell down hard but got back up and kept running. I didn't look back as I silently prayed for the motel to come into sight. Another screech made me stumble again. This time fire lit up the entire road. I looked at the sky and saw the outline of the dragon, the one with the beautiful face. A shiver ran up my spine as I remembered the evil emanating from him.
Where is my father? I'm going to die. Don't give up, Elena. Get up! I kept running, while the dragon, lurking in the darkness, followed my trail. A predator that I could not see was stalking me, but each new shiver told me it was there.
I shrieked as something hard pressed into my rib cage. I hadn't even heard it coming. One moment my feet were touching the ground, the next, I was soaring through the air. Its talons pressed hard into my flesh. If it pressed any harder, it would snap me in two.
The flapping of its wings was loud and it reeked of sulfur. I started to cough uncontrollably as the strong smell crept into my lungs. My eyes started to burn, and it felt as if my head were going to explode.
My whole body shook when the dragon collided with something hard. The dragon's weight was thrown back, and his grip around my torso vanished.
I tumbled through the air. A vague vision of another dragon snapping at the red dragon came into view. The red dragon breathed fire that lit up the sky. The two dragons became smaller as I descended. My heart beat so fast. Then everything went black and all became silent.
* * *
DULL VOICES SPOKE quietly in the background. At first, I couldn't make out what was being said. It sounded hollow, as if they were speaking into a tin can. One question dwelled in my mind: Was Dad okay?
Sight returned in shadows, first the light, then a bit of gray. Four figures stood over me, but I couldn't tell whether they were male or female.
"Constance?" A man with a strong Asian accent spoke clearly.
"Not now, Master Longwei," a woman admonished in a British accent.
I tried to lift my hands from my sides. I couldn't move.
Why can't I move?
The British woman barked a breakdown of medical stuff to someone, and one of the figures disappeared.
"There's something else you need to know," a man who sounded vaguely American said to my right. "She has the mark. It's a dark one too."
Mark? What does that mean? Am I dangerous? Will I be okay?
My heart rate rose again, something heavy sat on my chest.
"But you said that her father was a dragon," the Asian man said, sounding confused.
"How is this possible, Matt?" the British woman asked.
"I don't know, Constance. I told you everything I know."
Matt? Where's my Dad?
The three figures lean over me. The British woman wore a long, white lab coat and had a stethoscope draped around her neck. She had the strangest silver glow in her hair, and she exuded confidence. The Asian man was short, middle-aged, and wore the ugliest Hawaiian shirt I had ever seen. The American, who I assumed was Matt, appeared to be in his fifties, with golden blond hair and a huge nose.
"You did well, Matt." The Asian man patted him on the shoulder
"I just wish that I'd gotten there sooner," Matt said with a darkness returning to his eyes. My heart beat faster.
The doctor turned her attention to me. "Do you know her name?"
"I think he said it was Eloise, or Elena. I think it is Elena," Matt said.
"Elena, can you hear me?" she asked, shining a light into my eyes. Dark spots danced across my sight.
I hate that.
The woman repeated my name. Each time she became more anxious.
The Asian man touched the woman's shoulder gently. "Constance?"
Her gaze snapped back to him. "No, Master Longwei," she said in a firm tone. "I'm not giving up. She's too young and she has barely lived. I will—"
"You can't save them, Constance. Their minds don't perceive our reality. She needs—"
"No! I won't give her the serum. Her mark is dark; we should try to get her back!" Her gaze fell on mine again. "Elena, please!" She had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with my immobile body. "Just blink once. It's all you have to do."
Blink, Elena, blink, the voice in my head demanded. I didn't want any serum, but I couldn't blink.
She waited a few seconds. "Elena!" she yelled.
The Asian gawked at her, stunned by the sudden outburst.
I finally blinked. I did it multiple times, afraid they hadn't seen.
A hysterical laugh mixed with relief escaped from the doctor's lips as she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
Matt took a deep breath.
"What can I do, Constance?" asked the Asian, I assumed was Master Long-something.
"Nothing at the moment, just let her rest. She's been through enough for one day."
* * *
MY EYES OPENED, and I found myself lying on a small bed in an infirmary. Each limb worked again, except my arms. They did their own crazy thing and moved without my control. My one hand clawed and pulled at the IV bulging from under my skin. Liquid squirted everywhere and the machine connected to the syringe made a crazy high-pitched sound.
The rest of the beds were empty and I pushed myself up straight while I desperately searched for Dad.
Haven't they found him?
"Everything is going to be okay." The doctor's voice came from right next to me. It made me jerk. I hadn't even seen her.
Our eyes met, and I ended up staring like an idiot. Her light gray eyes, with dark spots inside the irises, started to calm my nerves.
With warm hands she pressed gently against my jaw.
I felt the cold metal disk of her stethoscope on my back. Goosebumps blossomed everywhere on my skin, as she moved the metal disk around.
"Breathe," she ordered, authority filling her voice.
I took a deep breath. The question of my father's fate scorched the tip of my tongue as I struggled to take another breath. Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes as different scenarios played around The stethoscope went back around her neck when she finished.
"Where's...my dad?"
The corners of her mouth dropped and her eyes became soft.
I knew with what had happened last night that the chances of him being alive were slim. "Is he...dead?" It scarcely came out as my chest contracted with barely contained emotion.
She nodded.
"No," I said in a soft whisper, and a tear rolled down my cheek and landed on the white linens of my bed. My throat closed up, and I struggled to breathe. She carefully helped me dangle my bare feet over the edge of the bed then placed an oxygen mask over my face. Air filled my lungs once more as she ordered me to take deep breaths.
An image of Dad in our last moments before that dragon came back played in my mind. He had wanted to tell me something, but had never gotten the chance.
A shattering pain went through my heart, breaking it into a million pieces. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and I let them run angrily across my flushed face.
"Sweetheart?" The doctor cupped my face in her hands and crouched in front of me. She pressed me tightly against her chest, and her arms curled around my shoulders, while she waited for me to calm down. It was only when my sobs turned into heaves that she spoke again. "My name is Constance. You came to us two days ago. Do you remember?"
Two days ago? I nodded as my teeth dented the inside of my mouth. My jaw muscles tightened. "How did he die?"
"The dragons killed him," Constance said.
I bit hard on my lip as I tried to force back more tears.
She told me about Matt catching me right before I hit the ground. Matt must have been the other dragon that collided with the red one. He was part of the FBI and one of his co-workers who worked with him on the scene had gone to look for any survivors, but they had found none.
She told me how every dragon was registered, except for us. Her explanation raised more questions than it gave answers—questions I couldn't answer.
She poured a glass of water. "Elena, why were the dragons after your father?"
"I don't know. I didn't even know he was a dragon!" I said as I took the glass from her hand.
"When did you find out?" she asked.
"The night on Interstate Forty." It sounded like the title of a bad love song.
The conversation in the pickup before the accident suddenly jumped into my head.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"You're inside Paegeia. It's a world—"
"I know about Paegeia." I didn't know what to make of it.
"He told you about our world?"
I nodded as deeply as my bruised neck would allow.
"Then I'm sure that you know that no human can leave after going past the Wall."
I sighed. The stories were foggy. 'The Bermuda Triangle' were the only words that occupied my mind. I struggled to remember more details. Tears welled up in my eyes again. I succumbed, buried my face in my palms, and sobbed.
She held me close against her chest and murmured words of comfort into my hair. When my crying reduced to dry heaves yet again, Constance spoke cautiously. "I'm sorry to ask you this, Elena, but did your father ever mention the mark of the Dragonians?"
I snapped up my head and stared at her. "The what?"
"Your mark is of true significance on this side," she continued. "One as dark as yours, well, let's just say that dragon children don't bear something that special."
I remembered them speaking about the mark earlier, but I still didn't know what it meant for me. I shook my head.
Everything twirled inside my mind, making me dizzy. Touching my cheeks, and sliding my hands to the back of my neck, I leaned against the pillow. I stared at the ceiling, watching a fan spin really fast until it blurred out, into nothing.
Dad's gone. I'll never see him again. "I shouldn't have left him that night." I spoke to the ceiling until I broke down again. I didn't even say goodbye.
"Don't blame yourself, Elena," Constance said, offering me only comfort; no words could erase the pain and guilt.
She caressed my arm and waited patiently for me to finish processing.
"Wait, if Dad was a dragon, am I—" I said in a panic, attempting to push myself back up to a sitting position.
"No." She giggled, and helped me back down onto the bed. Sorry, Constance mouthed and took a deep breath. "You would've known by now if you were a dragon." She pulled the blankets back over me. "I think that's enough for one night, don't you?"
I glanced at the clock on the wall. The arms showed three o'clock, and by the silence, I guessed it was a.m.
I nodded slowly, positioning my head back onto the soft pillow. Our conversation had ended.

Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year old Elena Watkins was no different.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena’s in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a Prince wants Elena’s heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh. And the only way Elena’s going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales. Now it’s time for Elena to believe – in herself.


Ye Xiwen’s heavenly phoenix regeneration was actually a supreme level secret technique. However, the consumption of life essence was something that even the phoenix race couldn’t escape despite being so loved and favored by the heavens, let alone a human expert like him. It was said that at the end of a millennium of its lifespan, a phoenix reached nirvana and took rebirth after completely regaining its exhausted life essence.
Ye Xiwen did not have the miraculous skill of the phoenix race as reaching nirvana was equivalent to dying as a result of exhausting one’s life essence entirely. Life essence is fundamental to maintain the life of all living beings and the so-called process of strengthening the foundation is to find ways to increase the reserve of one’s life essence.
While leading a pious life of martial arts practice, every breakthrough into the next stage can increase the lifespan by a corresponding increase in the life essence. However Ye Xiwen’s consumption of life essence was just too fast, in fact he estimated that he had already ended up consuming more than 50 years worth of life essence, particularly while regenerating fatal wounds. He had been able to survive all those life threatening situations all thanks to phoenix regeneration technique. So he was reluctant to avoid using this technique even after knowing its shortcomings.
Ye Xiwen could only continue to make breakthroughs one after another to offset the consumed life essence. So long as the breakthrough speed was fast enough to make sure that the regeneration rate of the life essence would always remain above the consumption rate, he should be able to survive.
“I will need to buy some appropriate herbs after exiting this world.” Ye Xiwen nodded and said.
“Yes, these herbs can be used to refine Shou Dan (Longevity Dan), and I have a gift to add to Shou Dan’s formula. So, all you need to do is pay attention to collecting those raw materials for the medicinal pills. The refined pills always give more benefits compared to the ingredients, not to mention you can just sell the ones you don’t need. This would form a positive feedback circle and you will never lack life essence as a result of that.” Ye Mo said.
(NT: Ye Mo is telling him to concoct immortality pills, then use the ones he needs to increase his life essence and sell the ones he doesn’t need. The selling of pills will bring in Ling Dans which would then be helpful in his cultivation and breakthroughs. The breakthroughs will increase his overall reserves of life essence.)
“En!” Ye Xiwen nodded as on the road of martial art practice, the biggest natural enemy was none other than time itself. As long as there was enough time, even a pig should be able to practice. However, the struggle of life with the heavens could never be a simple matter because there was an absolute requirement of longer practice time to reach the higher levels of cultivation.
Even if a Shou Dan would add only 50 years of life to one’s lifespan, it was still enough to make everyone go crazy over it. It was well-known fact that the owner of an alchemy refining furnace would never lack financial resources. Of course, Ye Xiwen was aware of this and had been looking for a good opportunity to learn how to use it properly. Not to mention he had already obtained a mighty technique called ‘Celestial Emperor Tool Refining Tactics’ from Ye Mo. It was the key to demonstrating the gate to the enlightenment of Dao, thereby making it more valuable than the ancient scriptures. Unfortunately, his Dao was not in agreement with it, otherwise, his cultivation would be far greater than what it current was. However even so, the ‘Celestial Emperor Tool Refining Tactics’ was of great significance to him.
(NT: This above-mentioned tactic was introduced in Chapter 163)
The refining method of Poisonous Dragon Water Control Flag had also come from the ‘Celestial Emperor Tool Refining Tactics’.
Ye Xiwen and his team continued to go deeper into the underground palace. After stepping down a very long ladder which went all the way down seven hundred meters, they saw a pleasant-looking hall which was really massive; it was hundreds of meters in height. They weren’t able to guess the width and depth of this hall but they certainly saw a pool of blood that was about 100 feet in length; it was exuding traces of coercion in the air.
“F**k! This is the blood pool of a flood dragon!” The wolf cub glanced at the pool and exclaimed. The blood pool was long and slender like a river. When looking from above, it would actually appear in the shape of a flood dragon.
“Legends tell that flood dragons actually belong to the species of Asian Dragons (Yalong species) and are closest to the real dragons in terms of habits and appearance, unlike other kinds of Asian Dragon variants. This flood dragon’s blood pool is an irrefutable evidence of that.” The wolf cub said with a sigh full of emotions, “According to the legends, the depths of the dragon world has dragon blood and if an Asian Dragon gets the opportunity to take a dip in it, it would be able to wash away the blood of other demon beasts from its own blood vessels and would acquire the pure blood of a real dragon. The gathering places of flood dragon tribal groups often have these so-called ‘flood dragon’s blood pool’. A very powerful flood dragon is able to release a part of its essence and blood to form a blood pool while some Asian Dragon species can soak in the blood pool to turn into pureblood flood dragons.”
Ye Xiwen looked at the wolf cub and thought that this little beast really knew a lot about all this stuff related to dragons.
“However it’s such a pity that the essence and blood of flood dragon have almost been consumed up. The remaining blood will only give some ordinary effects if applied.” The wolf cub said in a disappointed tone.
Ye Xiwen was not disheartened because so much blood was present in the such a big blood pool. He could always extract enough essence and blood to make the Poisonous Dragon Water Control Flag take a thorough rebirth with all of the deepwater black snakes evolving into flood dragons.
Ye Xiwen was about to seize the flood dragon blood when the entire pool shook up all of a sudden and a group of huge monsters soared out. More than a hundred huge figures appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.
“Flood dragons, how can there be so many of them!” Exclaimed Ye Mo as he remembered how hectic it had been to defeat one young flood dragon,and now that so many of them suddenly appeared out of the blue; he didn’t know what to do.
Ye Xiwen also saw that these monsters had dark bodies and were releasing terrifying Dragon Power just like the young flood dragon that he had seen earlier.
But he was suddenly overjoyed to see so many flood dragons at once, after all even one young flood dragon had piqued the interest of so many people earlier. He calculated that all these flood dragons should be enough to refine all of the 108 sides of the Poisonous Dragon Water Control Flag Array, thereby reaching its perfection level along with an ultimate power surge.
Moreover, the soul of deepwater black snake king that was sealed inside the Poisonous Dragon Water Control Flag would also transform into a flood dragon directly, which would then greatly increase its might.
Ye Xiwen noticed that these flood dragons were different from that young flood dragon he had fought earlier. These baby dragons were originally from the Asian Dragon species (Yalong species) and successfully transformed into flood dragons after immersing themselves into the flood dragon blood pool. Although they were at legendary first stage or second stage, they weren’t as aggressive as the young flood dragon he fought previously. This difference arose from the inherent disparity between Xiantian (inborn nature) and Houtian (nurture).
“Roar!” The flood dragons roared simultaneously in abundance and it seemed like the sky would be torn to shreds anytime now. At this time, they suddenly spat water swords from their mouths toward Ye Xiwen. The water swords instantly punctured the sky like extremely sharp thorns before falling down toward him.
The attacks of these legendary level flood dragons were very swift and fierce. In fact, there was some kind of world law contained in those water swords, making them even more horrifying.
“Humph!” Ye Xiwen snorted and congealed a big golden hand. The water swords were all directly grasped by that big golden hand and crushed to pieces.
Fortunately, these baby dragons had recently transformed into flood dragons, so their cultivation wasn’t going to be too profound, or else, the situation might turn quite troublesome.
The big golden hand of Ye Xiwen instantly rose against the wind while simultaneously getting bigger and bigger and then, almost covered the entire underground hall as it grasped toward those flood dragons.
His hand was like a giant fishing net which immediately entrapped those flood dragons. They were struggling like trapped fishes but had no way to break out of his clutches.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The flood dragons counter-attacked furiously by spitting lightning from their mouths and violently somersaulting inside his grasp. It seemed as if thunder and lightning were dancing vertically and horizontally among cloud-covered mountains.
These dragons were enraged as they opened their mouths to attack, but Ye Xiwen’s golden hand was just too big like the layers of golden clouds. The attacks certainly did hit his golden hand but could only set off a burst of golden ripples in the divinities. There simply was no way to break free from his grasp.
Ye Xiwen’s gilded tyrant form had been practiced to the fourth layer; and after passing through the baptism of both heavenly tribulation and that young flood dragon’s blood, he had already reached the fourth layer’s peak. Even after achieving such a tyrannical form, his gilded tyrant form didn’t have a breakthrough because the fifth layer was yet to be deduced.
These days, the mysterious space’s main task had been to continue to deduce all sorts of ancient avenues. It could be said that he obtained enormous benefits as a result of that, which broadened his horizon as well as improved his cultivation.
However, the deductions of other martial arts fell down significantly, in fact even the deduction of ‘coiling dragon palm’ diminished. Ye Xiwen had obtained stunning inheritances such as the ‘gilded tyrant form’ that could grant him enough power to tear even the gods and devils to shreds. Similarly, the coiling dragon palm could break the heaven and earth when practiced to the acme level. But none of the two were complete. Each new layer needed full-fledged deduction in the mysterious space.
Moreover, Ye Xiwen also lacked enough Ling Dans to fulfill the requirement, especially when the requirement was so enormous. During the last two week’s time, he had continued to kill demon beasts in order to obtain their demon cores. Now he was using the cores as the last resort. That was why he set a firm resolve that he would find a way to fix this problem after exiting this world.
Wealth and cultivation go hand-in-hand on the path of martial arts practice; this is something which will always be true.
Even if Ye Xiwen had enough Ling Dans, the deduction of the next layers of such stunning secret techniques would need large numbers of Ling Dan and a lot of time to master as well. Fortunately, he had obtained the full version of phoenix regeneration technique, so he didn’t need to deduce the missing parts for this one. However, in order to grasp it more profoundly, he must spend a lot of time to comprehend it.
All of these deduction processes involved huge energy requirements which always worried Ye Xiwen. However, they would certainly seem like worthwhile worries to the others.
This explained why the gilded tyrant form didn’t have a breakthrough to the fifth layer even after reaching the peak of the fourth layer. Not to mention if it had actually reached the fifth layer, then the attacks of those flood dragons wouldn’t have been able to set off ripples in the divinities.
When an exceptional expert like the fifth god was completely suppressed by Ye Xiwen, these baby dragons simply didn’t stand a chance against him. Ye Xiwen was basically invincible while they actually needed a breakthrough to the third stage of legendary realm if they even considered giving him a good enough challenge.
Ye Xiwen’s big golden hand started to shrink in midair; it now appeared like a huge cage that had entrapped all those flood dragons. They simply had no way to escape from his clutches.
“Boom!” At this instant, he suddenly closed his big golden hand and more than a hundred flood dragons were directly squeezed to death.
He was not at all hesitant in offering those flood dragons to the Poisonous Dragon Water Control Flag and began to refine them one after another.




Ye Xiwen was previously only an ordinary university student on Earth, but unexpectedly crossed through into the world known as the Zhen Wu Jie world! In this world, formidable warriors are able of turning over mountains and collapsing the ocean, destroying the sky and extinguishing the earth! He originally had ordinary aptitude, because of that he received the mysterious special space! Any martial art can be deduced within the mysterious space, other people practice for decades, he only needs a year! So long as he has enough spirit stones, any talents he faces are all floating clouds!

At the moment, the explosive power of every flux energy arrow shot by Li Yunmu was almost eight to ten times greater than that of an ordinary range attacker. Let alone speaking of the might of five arrows, three of which hit the same place. 
Instantly, the group of the fifth dimension’s hegemons of the skies was massacred by Li Yunmu’s deadly move. Moreover, he wasn’t the only one attacking them, for there were three of him. 
When Li Yunmu, Li Yun, and Li Feng simultaneously shot arrows at the thirty rooster dragons, immediately these overlords of the sky who had extremely formidable physical body began to fall, one after another, like dumplings from a bucket that was turned over. 
When the pride of the rooster dragons got close to Li Yunmu with great difficulty, only a dozen or so of them remained.
However, the dimensional beasts possessing the asian dragon bloodline were extremely savage. If they were a group of ordinary beasts, they would have dispersed the moment more than a third of them was killed. 
However, these rooster dragons didn’t, because they were extremely confident that there wasn’t any specie who could challenge them in close combat, including even rainbow crystal layer flying dimensional beasts. If they attacked in a group, the other could only be food for them. 
However, today they were left thoroughly shocked. Li Yunmu remained motionless while Li Yun and Li Feng, these two shadows, switched their underworld raven sage bows for blood fiend cold thunder blades. 
Violent Blade Critical Leap Strike, first strike, second strike, seventh strike, thirteenth strike, seventeenth strike, nineteenth strike… The rooster dragons with their formidable defense were completely destroyed. 
Although every strike of the Violent Blade Skill was swifter and more powerful compared to last one, it still required Li Yun and Li Feng to continue attacking until the nineteenth strike to ruthlessly chopped each rooster dragon into two. 
And this was under the circumstances that presently Li Yunmu’s war blade was infused with freezing and thunder runes as well as had the vengeful soul of the dwarf witch clan’s king dimensional monster as its mortal soul. 
Due to this, the blade energy seeping out of Li Yun and Li Feng’s blood fiend cold thunder blade’s every strike contained dangerous freezing and thunder energy. This allowed the shadows to kill rooster dragons one after another. 
It wasn’t in vain that Li Yunmu called his defence unrivaled. With his current four layers, even these peak silver crystal asian dragon’s descendants were unable to break through and injure him. 
At most, they could barely touch the third layer, the iron body. However, despite this, Li Yunmu was greatly startled. No wonder the price of these dimensional beasts possessing the asian dragon bloodline was so high. Every one of them was worth a small fortune. 
He could imagine that if he still had the B grade Snow Guzzle Cold Blade in his hands, then he probably wouldn’t be able to truly kill them. Luckily, his blood fiend cold thunder blade now had three types of dark flux energy infused within it. 
The first of them was the thunder energy. After the blade fused with the thunder rune and Li Yunmu used the lightning dark flux energy to move it, the power of the war blade’s lightning was substantially amplified. Each of its strikes had extremely high destructive energy. 
This was Li Yunmu’s blood fiend cold thunder blade’s most powerful type of ability. 
Second came the freezing energy. The Snow Guzzle Cold Blade had been manufactured from millenium cold essence, and after being refined with the freezing rune, the cold energy within it was further amplified. Once the enemy came in contact with this bone chilling cold energy, their movements in battle would be greatly reduced. 
Li Yunmu had already made Li Feng test this property at the monster battlefield of the dimensional battlefield. Even a rainbow crystal dimensional beast with its extremely resistant body, if invaded by the cold energy, would still be greatly slowed. 
Furthermore, this cold energy was extremely compatible with the Violent Blade Skill. Even if the enemy had high resistance, when Li Yunmu struck continuously, the cold energy invading the enemy’s body would become stronger and stronger with each strike. It would continue until the moment when the enemy would lose all mobility due to being frozen by the cold energy. 
As for the third type of energy, it was the most unique one. It couldn’t deal any direct injury, but it was still the most terrifying one. This was the blood fiend’s energy. 
Snow Guzzle Cold Blade was created from the millenium core essence and an extremely rare black crow ore. It had all started the moment when Li Yunmu went into berserk mode at the city lord’s residence, which invoked the fusion of the blood fiend energy with the black crow ore used to create the war blade. The amplification then provided to the black crow ore reached the pinnacle. 
This blood fiend’s energy couldn’t amplify the damage dealt. Instead, the more life-forms were killed by this blood fiend cold thunder blade, the more fierce the blood fiend would become. 
As it grew, its killing intent oozing out from the blade would also increase to the extent that opponents with ordinary willpower would lose their will to fight on sight. 
But was this the only ability of the blood fiend energy?
Naturally no, because the accumulation of blood fiend’s energy was also related to the might of Deity Execution, which Li Yunmu had comprehended at the city lord’s mansion. 
At the time when Li Yunmu used that skill to slay Tang Baichen, he had completely used up all the blood fiend energy accumulated within his blade. But presently, with the three of them killing increasingly more rooster dragons, the blood fiend energy within the blade was gradually beginning to accumulate again. 
If Li Yunmu hadn’t refined this blood fiend cold thunder blade, then he probably wouldn’t be able to fight against the dragons in close combat. 
[Ding, your shadow has killed a grade thirty-six monster, rooster dragon. Because you’ve killed a monster whose strength is more than three grades higher than you, you will harvest triple the amount of experience and ability points, altogether you have obtained 108 experience and ability points.]
[Ding, you killed a grade thirty-six monster, rooster dragon. Your blood fiend cold thunder blade had absorbed thirty-six points of blood fiend energy.]
Li Yunmu had never expected that he would obtain more than a hundred experience and ability points for each of these thirty rooster dragons.
Just awesome. 
When he had previously killed third layer human type monsters, he hadn’t received this bonus reward of triple experience and ability points. This wasn’t because the system was lower level, but because the difference between the strength of human type monsters and these rooster dragons who possessed the bloodline of the asian dragon was just too great. It was then impossible that the two of them would give the same amount of points.
The massacre of this pride of thirty rooster dragons provided Li Yunmu with 3,780 experience and ability points. This amount of earnings was equal to Li Yunmu’s one night of profit when he had been fighting again the dwarf witches. 
But Li Yunmu had now only spent half an hour to kill these thirty-something rooster dragons. The blood fiend cold thunder blade, in the meantime, had also accumulated 1080 points. 
If Li Yunmu continued to kill with this efficiency, he would only need to kill three hundred rooster dragons to obtain 10,000 points of blood fiend energy. When he accumulates that amount, he would be able to once again use the sage level skill Deity Execution. 
It has to be said that this time, his earnings in all aspects were very generous. Li Yunmu quickly flew down and collected the corpses of the rooster dragons, which were falling from sky one after another, and put them in his heavenly world. 
More than thirty million dimensional coins in less than half an hour, how could it possibly get any better? 
"Wait a minute, don’t kill the final one, I want to capture it alive."
When Li Yun and Li Feng were rushing to attack the final rooster dragon, Li Yunmu stepped in personally. 
After all, the price of a living rooster dragon was thirty times higher than that of a dead one. In other words, he would receive a minimum of thirty million dimensional coins at least. The reason for this steep increase in price was these beasts could be tamed and were suitable to be used as highest quality flying mounts. 
At this moment Li Yunmu wished to expand his heavenly world as quickly as possible, so naturally he wouldn’t miss a chance to make a great fortune. 


By coincidence, Li Yunmu found a super machine from humanity’s age of darkness. From that point onwards, his ordinary life would never be the same! Aptitude? Innate talent? What are these? Could they be eaten? 
I have neither aptitude nor innate skill, but my shadow can level up using hacks.Experience, Ability points, battle prowess…….all of them could be hacked. Even while he is asleep or tired, he could still increase his skills.
[Ding, your shadow has killed an ant, you have gained experience points and ability points.]
[Ding, your shadow has successfully killed a dragonfly, it dropped a dimensional box.]
Crap, even killing insects can also increase his experience and get him rewards. What else!

The two old men sat on leather lounge chairs in a quiet corner of Lamora Airport. It was getting late. The sun had sunk far under the horizon hours ago and the only other occupants were a lone female traveler with headphones not too far from them and a hapless family of five.

One of the men was a short, formally dressed man of Asian descent with white hair and a graying stubble. The other man, seated adjacently, was a tall, pale, brute of a man. Although he was of considerable age, his well defined muscles were still visible through his clothing.

The short Asian studied a lined document as his companion watched intently.

The Asian man put down the document and frowned. "It seems our little secret is out."

"How?" the taller man asked with an accent. "One of your assistants? A spy? How did they find the compound?"

"I trust my assistants with my life," the Asian man replied. "I have an idea on just exactly who our culprit is. It seems Doctor Augustus has been making inquiries into the matter of my absences from the Academy."

"So what next?"

"We wait. The Academy can't handle a project this big on their own. I'm sure they'll outsource, find archaeologists and scientists from the outside. I hear they've already contacted O'keefe and Klienmen."

The taller man frowned. "So you're just going to watch this opportunity get taken from you? We've spent decades on this project, you can't just walk away."

The Asian man leaned forward, his hand resting on his lip. "Oh, I don't plan to walk away. Augustus isn't going to let me anywhere near this project. So I'll just send someone in my stead."
The taller man nodded. "Right, a proxy. This could work. Who do you have in mind?"

"My daughter."

"What?" the other man exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

"Settle down, you're making a scene," the professor said, tugging on the taller man's sleeves.

He sat back down on his lounge chair, crossing his arms. "You can't be seriously considering Cecilia. Impossible. She's too green."

"She's our best bet. We don't have much other choice."

The taller man leaned back into his chair, letting loose a string of unflattering curses in Russian. "Fine. But I cannot trust her to do this without adult supervision. My operatives will accompany her on this excursion."

The Asian man lifted his chin and barked out a sardonic laugh. "Rich talk coming from a man with a shut in son."

"He has a different path in life," the taller man replied with a frown. "We should get back to the subject."

The Asian man nodded. "Right. When's the earliest you can get your men to Dragon Station?"

"I can have them arranged to meet your daughter at the station in a matter of days."

"No… not at the station, that would draw too much suspicion. We'll have them pose as part of her research team. I'll direct her to Tokyo, I expect your men there by the end of next week."

They both stood up and shook hands. The professor bade him farewell and left the terminal. The taller man watched his departing back with a cold gaze and slunk down into his chair.

Not too far from them, the lone female with the headphones grinned like a child discovering a new toy. She then stood up and followed the Asian man out of the terminal.

Cecilia Lin's work had taken her all over the world. From delving into ancient temples to excavating ruins of lost civilizations, she had seen it all. But nothing could've prepared her and the world for the year of 2190. Evidence of a forerunner civilization was found deep beneath the Dragon's Triangle. The world's greatest archaeologists and scientists flocked to the ruins of their forerunners, some seeking fame and glory, others hoping to find the forerunners themselves.

Hawk had fought in battles all over the world. It's what he was bred for. War and violence came naturally to him, it was ingrained in his DNA, it ran in his blood. The thrill of a heated firefight, the stench of blood running on a battlefield, he had grown to enjoy it. But his world is shattered when he is assigned to bodyguard a young archaeologist in an ancient ruin.

Chapter 55. Black Dragon Down, Part I
 
Translator: Khan
Editor: RED
 
 
1.
The Pentagon building…

Once the largest building in mankind, it had so many rooms that it matched its grandeur. There were rooms that had not been used properly for more than half a century since the Pentagon had been built.
 
The same was true of the days after the monsters appeared. When the Pentagon building became the headquarters of the Pentagon, not the United States Department of Defense, nobody felt there was not enough room for the small number of people belonging to the Pentagon who began to live in the Pentagon building.
 
Mao Spencer could quietly watch the Globe of Behaim, which showed the location of legendary relics, alone in a room with a sunny window, with a magnifying glass. He was looking at Asia now. It was a small piece of land on the globe, but not China or Japan: the Korean Peninsula.
 
Mao was breathing, staring silently at it with a magnifying glass. In Mao's eyes, several very small lights, little more than dust, shone on the Korean Peninsula and disappeared. Mao looked away from the magnifying glass.
 
"If I see that most of the legendary relics still remain in Korea… there is no particular movement."
 
The Globe of Behaim, the first globe of mankind, had the ability to tell the location of legendary relics in the world. It did not inform easily. Once a day a light came up like a lightning strike from the dry sky in the area of legendary relics. The light was not observable by a camera or anything, and only visible to the naked eye. That was why Mao spent his time holding a magnifying glass in front of the globe.
 
'Everything is going well.' Of course, Mao had no complaints about it. He would not have come here without this Behaim Globe.
 
"If we gain the Mayan Calendar and Dr. Chang's research is fruitful, there will be no more games." Most of all, what Mao was satisfied with was that there would be nothing to stop him sooner or later. Just remembering that, Mao could smile at any time, and under any circumstances.
 
"Mr. Mao." Major Chinshan came into his room.
 
"What's the matter?"
 
"The Pentagon is getting busy." As he spoke, Major Chinshan also moved his mouth without any sound, like a carp.
-Paul Fork left the Pentagon with his troops.-
 
Mao received the silent message and immediately analyzed what Chinshan had told him. There was nothing hard about it.
 
'If the Hyena moves, there's only one reason.'
 
Paul Fork was the leader of the Hyena Unit, one of the core Hunter units of the Pentagon. In addition, the Hyena Unit was a unit that handled what someone had left behind. The fact that they moved meant that someone else did not perform their mission properly. There was only one place where the mission the Pentagon assigned was urgent and important enough for the Paul Fork and the Hyena Unit to move.
 
'There's a problem in the West.' It was not difficult for Mao to reach that conclusion. He was not particularly interested in the fact.
 
-They found the Mayan Calendar.-
The subsequent words of Chinshan did not let Mao worry about anything else. The Mayan Calendar was what Mao had hoped for.
 
'Finally, I can wake Quetzalcoatl whenever I want.'
 
The world that the Six Snakes wanted needed monsters, especially a very powerful monster. That way, the world would be afraid of monsters and would be absolutely loyal and obedient to those who fought against the monsters. In other words, the ability to control powerful monsters was the most necessary ability for Mao's world.
 
'The strongest and worst Dragon is now in my hands.'
 
The Mayan Calendar, the relic, was a terrible thing that could wake up the Quetzalcoatl, the strongest and worst of the purple-grade monsters. It was the monster of the monsters, and could not be compared to the Orc Emperor or the Immortal Wolf that had appeared so far. It was a disaster that could lead the world to an end, to final destruction.
 
'I've got the best shield.'
 
In other words, it was the best shield. No one in the world would want to face Quetzalcoatl in exchange for killing Mao. Even Mao himself did not intend to face Quetzalcoatl. So it was the best shield.
 
'There's only one left.' So now Mao had only one thing to do: getting the strongest spear that could break anything in the world at once.
 
'When Dr. Chang's research is fruitful, even the best spear will come into my hands.' It would not be long before even the spear would come in Mao's hand. And as soon as the day came, Mao would not spare what he had.
 
'Judgment Day is coming.' Mao smiled a deeper smile. At this moment he was sure the game was actually over, until he heard the news from the city of Dallas, the center of Texas.
 
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2.
The biggest problem that mankind had faced since the advent of monsters would be sufficiently explained by this short word: energy shortage. People lacked the energy to move their bodies, and they didn't have enough energy to rebuild civilization.
 
In such a situation, the value of oil was could not be matched by dollars and gold. It did not take long for those who survived the appearance of the monsters to realize that.
 
The same was true of America. The survivors of the United States, who had the most powerful army in the world, were freer to carry guns than any other country, and were able to win more victories than any other country in the war against the monsters that started suddenly.
 
"The world once blamed the legalization of American gun possession, and it was America that was right, because only those with guns could survive when the monsters appeared. That's why all the Hunters carry guns."
 
Those who had won naturally began to flock to Texas, where the Texas oil fields were, the most important oil fields in the Americas.
 
"That's how the smartest of the survivors knew where to go with there guns." So until mid-2017, Texas was virtually the center of the United States.
 
"The major cities, Dallas, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, of the state of Texas were full of people." All the survivors were in Texas, and the power gathered in Texas was beyond common sense.
 
"The army was gathered, of course. Everyone believed that this war would not last long." So the Americans in Texas did not doubt that they could win, and establish a great America again, until the Black Dragon with blue eyes appeared.
 
"However, as soon as the Black Dragon came in, everything collapsed. Texas became Ground Zero. No one dared to deal with the Black Dragon. Texas was Hell at that time. It was even July 4th when it first appeared." On July 4, 2017, with the appearance of the Black Dragon in Texas, virtually all functions of Texas were suspended. 
 
"It was no different than the Independence Day movie. No, the scene that the Black Dragon vomited its breath was more shocking than the UFO spaceship shooting down the laser beam over the White House on Independence Day." It was an age of despair. It was heavenly luck that the sky had given them to stop the era of despair.
 
"But it suddenly fell asleep in the vicinity of Lake Eagle Mountain in Fort Worth." In Fort Worth, one of the most prominent cities in Texas and one of the major cities of survivors gathered in Texas, the Black Dragon fell to sleep.
 
"However, an Indian Cherokee said it was because of a crystal totem in Eagle Mount Lake." The legendary relic, the Cherokee Totem, made the dreadful Dragon fall asleep.
 
"Of course, at the moment, everyone was distracted by the escape, and before the Dragon woke up, they ran away madly. Some to the west, some to the east, but the Black Dragon did not wake up. And then people started to change their minds." It was a sign that bad luck often brought good luck.
 
"There are no monsters where the Dragon sleeps, and paradoxically Texas has become the safest place in the United States, because the Black Dragon is asleep."
 
Animals could not live by the beast, but humans were animals that could live on cliffs as well as with the beasts if it meant surviving. The Black Dragon was no different. The fugitives flocked back to Texas. For those who had come so far, there was one absolute rule that everyone kept: never touch Cherokee Totem; never wake the Black Dragon from sleep.
 
"As long as the Cherokee Totem is safe, the Dragon will be the guardian of Texas. That's the only rule you'll have to follow in Dallas City from now on."
 
Kim Tae-hoon, riding in a Ford truck, nodded at the words.
 
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3.
When the Black Dragon began to sleep in Fort Worth, the biggest beneficiary was Dallas, which was next door to Fort Worth. Dallas City had become virtually the center and the whole of Texas. Naturally, everything in Texas was gathered in Dallas City. Oil gathered, people gathered, and Hunters gathered.
 
Dallas City began to enjoy an unprecedented boom. The most popular thing in the boom was the bar. It was a natural procedure. Now, the best way to spend time in a boring world without baseball, football, or ice hockey was to play poker, darts, or chat with a red-faced drunk.
 
The same was true of a bar named Dallas Cowboy, located outside Dallas. The bar was crowded, even if it was outside of the city.
 
The bustle did not change much when a new Asian guest came alone. No one was very concerned that the man had two unique swords on his back. The bartender was the same. The bartender did not ask where he came from, what his nationality was, how hard it was to get there, what his job was, or if he was a Hunter. They weren't something to be curious about in Texas.
 
"What would you like to order?" So the bartender spoke briefly and to the point.
 
"Coffee."
 
But when the man answered, the mood changed a little. The bartender smiled awkwardly for a moment in front of this ridiculous order.
 
"I'm sorry, but I don't sell coffee here."
 
"Then a glass of hot water and a mug."
 
The bartender cocked his head again, but it was not a statement of doubt. The bartender's eyes were proof of it. There was no question mark in the bartender's eyes.
 
A man approached in the strange atmosphere of the bartender and the Asian guest.
 
"Hey, there." He was a man drinking from a large beer glass filled with beer nearby. "I don't know where you came from, but this is a bar. There are only two things you can order. Drinks and women."
 
Kim Tae-hoon said quietly at the words of the man filled with the smell of beer, "Jenny, Mitchell."
 
At that moment the mood changed. Those who seated at a table far away from the bar moved. The men holding the glasses laid them down on the table, and the men who were not holding the glasses moved their hands toward the guns that were on their thighs or sides or at their backs. The atmosphere began to spread, eventually reaching the point of an Asian man who said the name, Jennifer Mitchell.
 
Click! The sound of a revolver hammer being thrown back entered the ear of the man in front of the bartender.
 
The bartender, who had not lost his courtesy in the midst of the situation, stared at the man with an eerie look on his face. "Where are you from?"
 
"Las Vegas."
 
"What about the proof?"
 
At the cross-question of the bartender, he slipped his hand quietly into his trouser pocket.
 
As soon as he saw it, the bartender winked at the person who was pointing the gun at the customer in front of him: don't pull the trigger, but if something suspicious appears in that pocket, pull it without delay.
 
The man took out a finely folded paper between the gruesome glances. To be exact, it was a movie poster cut off, a short-cut poster with only the leading actress. Inside the poster, a blond woman with emerald eyes wearing red lipstick was posing in a stiff posture. She was an indescribably charming, captivating woman.
 
The Asian man who took out the poster looked at it and then turned to the waitress who was looking at him from the corner of the bar.
 
"Jennifer Mitchell."
 
Blam! Instantly, the gun went off, and with the shot, everyone pulled their guns in response. Dozens of guns locked on one place. The many eyes of those holding the guns also looked at that place. They could see that the man had snatched the bullet from the air as it was. No, to be exact, no one had seen it properly. It was something they could not see with simple eyes, done in an eyeblink
 
Instead, the man who grabbed the bullet with his hand dropped a small hunk of lead, clattering to the floor of the wooden bar, letting them guess what had happened before and after at that moment.
 
'No way!'
'Did he catch the bullet?'
 
It was an absurd situation. The man who did such a crazy thing in such a situation was still looking at the waitress, without even glancing at other people.
 
"Let's start the briefing. Sooner or later, the Black Dragon will come to the city of Dallas. All the functions of Dallas will be paralyzed. Take control of the city of Dallas, aiming at the cracks."
 
The waitress asked the man, "Who are you?"
 
The man spoke briefly at the question. "I'm Kim Tae-hoon, the Master of Mac Guild."

The world has changed and so have the people.

December 31st, 2016 – the day before New Year's. Kim Taehoon was just casually shopping for groceries at the large store. Monsters suddenly appeared out of thin air. With the highly trained skills that he had gained from his previous occupation, he starts to hunt the monsters down and manages to win, saving countless people who were also at the mall.

But there are more and they don't stop coming.
Will he be able to survive until the end? 
Will he be able to beat the countless monsters that only seem to get stronger?
And will it just be monsters that he has to worry about? 

The journey of Kim Taehoon, The First Hunter, begins.
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Editor's views  - from Ekdud

The First Hunter is a short Korean, action-fantasy novel situated in a post-apocalyptic world. Monsters start appearing out of nowhere and people are unlocking strange powers. Those who unlock such powers are called ‘Hunters’, ones with the strength to kill the monsters. To fight and survive, that is their goal. Society crumbles and the world burns.

A very fun novel that dives into the plot almost instantly. The novel is interesting in a way that it depicts a lot of human nature and what people would do in a situation such as this is quite an accurate manner. The character development is also very good as you get to learn about the characters, their backgrounds, and their stories. All in all, this is another novel I’d recommend to a lot of readers who are interested in reading fantasy and gaming novels.

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**A licensed novel from Munpia**

        Dmitri called each Asian Season Restaurant that he owns around the world to save a day at the same date in the Philippines to hold a celebration. It's his day off and family comes first. While they are busy preparing for the celebration that Andromeda wanted him to set up. He knew exactly what Andy wanted and soon, the Eagle Empire's real King is going to show up in the Philippines to visit the facility before they launch for the final plan.
        While he's busy cooking for his family, he kept glancing at his daughter outside to the garden who mimic him every day. She would press her ear on her mother's tummy and looked up at her mother and then she would stand up and kissed her mother's lips. She's somehow mimicking what he is doing, and Demi will be a lovable big sister.
        He plated the foods that his wife craved for and then with the tray of foods and drinks, he went outside and put it on the table. His wife sits up from the reclining chair and took her daughter with her. She put her in her highchair.
        He pulled a chair for his wife and she thanked him. Then he organized the foods first and then he poured her a drink and also give her daughter her bottle of juice. She clapped her hands and then pointed out the food.
"She must be hungry." Dmitri kissed Agatha's lips. "I'll get the other foods."
"Why did you prepare so much?" She asked.
"It's your cravings." He touched her tummy and then he took the tray and went back inside to take the casserole and pitcher of water full of ice.
        He went back there, and he placed the tablet on the stand as he looked around the perimeter where he installed cameras.
"Eat up." Agatha put the French Ratatouille on his plate. She took a bowl for Demi and pout a French Onion soup and she made sure that it wasn't hot.
"You eat up, I'll feed Demi." He took Demi's spoon and started feeding her. She eats a lot and while he's feeding Demi, Agatha is feeding him.
        It's a simple family time Lunch and he missed this so much. He just realized that her daughter had grown so much and she's already one year old. They already held a big party at her grandparent's house, and she received a lot of expensive gifts.
"Demi seemed to gain weight." He noted.
"She gained two kilos." Agatha chuckled. "I was eating a lot and she joined me."
"That's good." Dmitri smiled on Demi's fat cheeks and dimples are showing as she smiled and laugh.
****
        Freya set up some decorations on the beach while Steven is bathing the boys. She already set up their cute beach clothes so it will be easy for Steven to dress them. She set up a big umbrella and since palm trees and Sea Grape Tree and Molave.
        She already put up the lanterns and string lights around the trees with balloons that she set up early morning.
"Our hot mommy!" Steven said with a camera on one hand and the twins are holding hands and Steven is holding the other's hand.
"Mimi!" The twins squealed. She waved at them. She wiped her sweats and took Rhys to the wide crib followed by Raiden.
"Okay, I will prepare snacks." He reached her cheeks and kissed her passionately and then he rubbed her naked sides. "We can get naked on this beach." He roamed his eyes around her body. "Sexy bikinis."
        She smacked his chest and she kissed her once again. After Steven left, Freya reached her phone and contact his men to gather around in Asian Season. All Phoenix will be gathered around the world on the same day and same time.
        They will be using Philippine time and it's going to be a hell of a show.
        Steven only prepares foods that are suitable for the babies and good enough for them. He grilled the steak with vegetables and Freya set up a bone fire. It's already sunset when they start the birthday celebration for the twins. They set up cameras around as footage for the twins' birthday.
        They sing for the twins and they clapped their hands and they blow the candles from the cake that Freya baked for them. Steven tasted it first and he hummed. It tastes really special and not like other cakes. The twins also like it, but they didn't feed them a lot of it.
        Freya snuggled on the hammock with Steven and twins with them. It's a fun day alone from all stress and people.
"Did you have a fun day, babe?" Freya asked and looked up at the handsome one.
"I do. It's always a fun day around you." He kissed her forehead. "Let's just say here forever."
"Babe, that can't happen. Soon, my brother will be visible as the King of the Phoenix Empire."
"But that can't make me stop making love to you later."
"Okay, let's take the twins upstairs so we could shake this island." She told and Steven laughed. The twins got startled but then they go back to their sleep.
****
        The Day of Celebration.
        Adrian is curious when he passed by from the blocks. Asian Seasons are closed each of the restaurants and yet many people are going inside. He is also curious about the new building across his hotel. It's still covered with a cloth after months of re-constructing it.
"Find out on what's going on," Adrian told his assistant. His assistant sent someone over there, but guards blocked them and after a few minutes, the assistant came saying that there seemed to be a celebration. They are all wearing Phoenix brooch on their jackets.
"Why are the Phoenix gathered in the Asian Season?" Adrian mumbled. Asian Season is one of the competitors and as he knows, it's also part of Dragon Empire Corporation.
        Adrian felt something isn't right. He arrived at his hotel and then he looked over the building just in front of their hotel. There are lights on the building and in each room, the lights make a figure of a bird. But not just a bird. It's Phoenix!
"Are you seeing this?" Ivana rushed to his room.
"Yes,"
"Freya is dead." Ivana exhaled and then there are fireworks on top of the building and they also removed the cloth and it showed the Emblem of the Phoenix Empire.
        On the big screens are advertisements for the Phoenix Empire's businesses. Bars, Resorts, Hotels, and Restaurants. Dmitri is on the screen and he's wearing a maroon suit and then on his left chest is a brooch of a Phoenix.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to introduce you, Phoenix Corporation," Dmitri said through the advertisement, and with the beautiful graphics it caught up people's attention. Few people stopped and watched the advertisement.
"Sir," his assistant came up running, and then he showed it to him. It was aired around the world.
        Adrian felt betrayed as he called Allona. Allona isn't answering at this moment. This is also bad. The Rose Empire is also advertising it.
"Why is he the Phoenix?" Ivana asked and she holds on the wall feeling dizzy from the happenings.
        Adrian just realized the game. The Dragon Empire adopted Dmitri because he's a Phoenix. They keep his identity for so long until this day. It wasn't just Freya. He chuckled. That's why Dmitri and Freya look alike.
        He scoffed and laughed and then he punched his assistant on the abdomen and the assistant groaned in pain and he tried to stand still despite the pain.
"Call Allona right now!" Adrian screamed. His assistant struggle for a little and he ignored him and took his phone instead. He called Allona and she answered.
"Tell me what happened," Adrian said quickly.
"Who is this?" Zachary asked from the other line. Adrian stopped.
"To Andromeda. I need to talk to her."
        Zachary stopped on the other line and Adrian suddenly heard screaming. It's Allona. She seemed to be struggling and in pain.
"Adrian!" Allona screamed aloud.
"Andromeda is dead," Zachary said it monotonously. His voice sounding dead.
        Adrian is in horror as he listened to Allona's cries and the sound of whipping.
"Thank you for bringing me the woman who killed my first baby," Zachary said. "I want you to listen to her cries. Endlessly. Since you like fucking her while she's wearing my wife's face."
"Zach, please… please make it stop!" Allona pleaded on the other line. The whip sounding more furious.
        Adrian gulped hard. He tried to swallow the thick lumped on his throat. He looked at Dmitri on the big screen introducing the foods and accompaniments of resorts and clubs. He also advertised the Dragon Corporation and the Rose Corporation together with the Knight Corporation as their investments and team.
"For every 20 percent that we income every day, we gave it to the orphanage, soldiers, armies, and people who make it impossible for us." He is also discussing the hospitals and other collapsing companies that help to raise and give people lots of jobs.
"Impossible." Adrian dropped his phone.


>>>Mature Content !!! Read at your Own Risk... too much killing. 

Too much love could kill a person. 
For Andromeda, love could indeed kill her—if not physically, then mentally. It shattered her heart and soul when Zachary left her on that cold day.
Can love kill you twice? When they meet again for a twisted arranged marriage, she knows she should never fall again. But here she goes… falling for him slowly.  
*** 
For Zachary, love could bring everyone into life. However, his soul is dead after he left her cold and broken. He broke her wings. 
Zachary loves her dearly that he's willing to let her go so she won't get hurt and so she could fly and find someone who would protect her well. 
He gave her up, so she could find someone that would fulfill the duty of protecting her more than he could.
His love for her is too much that could give him life but somehow, that love makes him torture himself every day.
Now, it seemed like destiny brings them together and this time he will do everything for her. Even his life is at cost.

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