An Asian girl named Judy on a hard study tour.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lifting his head to look at his plain red wall, the young man sighed, "Why the hell do I have to do this, why can't my partners for the assignments ever help me. I mean, we're in college, can't they have some responsibility." 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rubbing his forehead and pulling at his hair. The young man looked back down at his homework, he sighed again. He put his hand on his desk and struggled to push himself up. His red eyes and dilated pupils pulsed from exhaustion.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was soon to be summer break, and his group still hadn't finished their group final project for english, his main subject. It should've been a cumulative effort between all of them, but instead, all the work was passed to him. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not given a chance to say no, and the looming threat of failing in his first year of university. He had no option but to accept his dire situation and pull through it. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He always hated being the scapegoat for the popular kids to get good grades, but the teacher chooses the groups, and he was extremely unlucky.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was the middle of the night, half past 2, and the project was due tomorrow, but the young man could no longer stay awake. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His eyelids were heavy from fatigue, dark circles had long since formed beneath them. His brain felt like it could no longer function. All he wanted to do was tuck into the bed a few meters away, forgetting all about this tedious work.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was extremely tempted by the allure of sleep, looking towards the bed longingly, he could no longer bear it. He set an alarm for 5 oclock before turning into bed. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As long as he got up early and worked fast, he told himself that he could finish the project with a passing grade. 'Just a few hours, I can still do it.'
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As he removed the covers of the bed and got under them, he felt like the bed was a warm embrace, lulling his exhausted mind, body and spirit to sleep.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But unbeknownst to him, tremendous changes were occurring all over the world. A silent but huge disaster. There were no disturbances, but huge changes were made to the world. Aside from all human cities on the globe, the entire earth was expanding at an increasing pace.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2X, 10X, 50X, 200X before the expansion finally stopped around 500X its original size. Ignoring human settlements, for every step before the expansion, there would be 4000 after. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The previous topographic scene of the world had completely changed, deserts had popped up within the most luscious forests, and mountains came charging out of the oceans, creating new coasts, islands, and even continents.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The expansion only lasted a moment, but the after effects were tremendous. The earth was no longer earth, it was a super huge planet that had a size as larger than 5 suns put together, if it was before the expansion that is. It wasn't just the earth which had increased in size, all planets and huge groups of mass in the galaxy had increased in size, along with space itself.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Power grids all over the world shut down and any form of telecommunication ceased to work. It wasn't that all technology ceased to work, but that the expansion fried all of the present technology due to the change in pressure, atmosphere, etc. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even the phone beside the young man had its hardware fried, rendering it unable to work, and unable to go off at the time he had set it for. The should be blaring alarm was instead replaced by calm silence, none almost silent electronics noises. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The city was unnaturally serene. But as time passed, the sun came up and more and more people became aware of the changes. Inexplicable things filled their heads, leading some people all around the world to doubt whether it was all just a dream.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Felix sat up in his bed, his head fuzzy and distant with forein information. He put his right hand to his head instinctively, trying to come to his senses. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The information within his brain plagued him, keeping him dizzy, unable to wake up. Felix shook around vigorously, his brain was trying to force itself back to his senses.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Within his mind, Felix saw pictures and scenes but when he tried to recall them he couldn't remember anything clearly. The only thing that was preserved within his memory of the scene was being in a small spherical space. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The space was barely large enough to be considered a small room, no bigger than the room Felix slept in at his dorm, but the feeling it gave Felix was something inexplicably close, like it was his childhood room.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Inside the space, Felix had been floating around. Unable to interact with the empty space, he floated about, motionless. His eyes were fixed on the book at the centre of the space. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The mysterious book had a black cover with flawless white pages at the centre, even the purest shades of white couldn't compare to the pages of this book.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Felix was entranced by it, he felt that he had a connection to the book and as he kept staring at it, the feeling of connection only grew stronger. Finally, after an indeterminate amount of time, he woke up. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Breaking from his daze, there was a searing pain on his forehead, like a brand had been placed upon it.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Felix shot up from his bed and tried to cover his forehead with his hands in an attempt to stop the pain, but it wouldn't go away. He threw himself out of bed and started bolting towards his washroom, where there was a mirror. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In his panicked state, Felix hurriedly ran through his dorm, knocking over some of the already packed boxes, spilling their contents all over the floor.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Felix finally reached the washroom, he had already made a mess of the previously clean dorm. Packed up clothes and school books littered the previously clean floor.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His eyes were still adjusting to the light coming from the window in the room. His hair, which fell downwards over his eyes, was still messy from just waking up. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once he opened them fully, Felix lifted his hair, gazing at the origin of his burning pain. For a moment, shock tensed up his whole being, making him stand still without movement.
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Felix stared into the mirror and watched as a life like tattoo of the book in his dreams disappeared from his forehead. The burning sensation disappeared along with it. 
<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, as if to tell him that it was all real, new information was transmitted into his brain.

All ten worlds have awakened.
Law and order thrown to chaos.
To become a peasant or a king, is all up to your cultivation.
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"I am a Chosen One! I refuse to bow down to society! Society must bow down to me!" 


Nathan is your average 24-year old man. Just like everyone else, he experienced both pain and happiness in his life which shaped him into the man who he is. 


One day, God unleashed a zombie apocalypse and gave humanity the System that allows them to level-up, forever changing the world. And among the humans, there are beings called Chosen Ones who are slightly better off than the average humans. 


Follow the journey of a man who slowly descends into madness as he survives in a zombie apocalypse and rises to power. 


Author's note: I took some ideas from the novel [God and Devil World].

Black propaganda was often referred to as the "matador," a strategy that created and propagated groundless information that did not reveal its source or was not based on facts, thus intentionally putting the other person in trouble.
The original meaning came from the Spanish word "matador," which meant bullfighter.
The matador was a bullfighter who was in charge of killing a bull in the end by putting a knife on the top of its head after several bullfighters took the spirit out of it.
In Germany, the matador referred to the best trump of a card game and the most surface-to-air missile used in modern warfare because the meaning of this was a move that could decide a victory or defeat.
 
Youngho decided to play the matador against China.
There was nothing better than media play to make China impatient.
He told the world's leading news agencies that Kazakhstan would enter into Thailand's "Kra" canal project with its experience and know-hows that led to the expansion of the Russian canal project. He also said that although it was possible to build the project independently, he was willing to form the consortium if Asian countries participate.
Meanwhile, he made a fuss about sending proposals for joint projects to South Korea, Japan, Vietnam, the Philippines, and Taiwan.

It was only natural that the Chinese government was upset.
It questioned why a Central Asian country which had no connection to the project China had proposed first to Thailand was stepping up.
Youngho responded by suggesting competing openly in Southeast Asian waters as it was under a route used by both European and Asian countries.

The Malaysian and Singaporean governments, which felt a sense of crisis, opposed, saying they might sever diplomatic ties with countries participating in the canal project.
Despite that, he made a fuss by sending a team of inspectors to the canal project as if he were to participate in the canal project at any time soon.
The ties of the Central Asian countries and the Southeast Asian countries were only symbolic anyway and there were not much economic exchanges except for occasional travelers between countries.
Kazakhstan, which still did not have diplomatic ties with many countries in the global community, had not even been hit by a brief diplomatic dispute with some Southeast Asian countries. This could be recovered after the work was finished later.


"Your Highness. Shouldn't we send a diplomatic letter to both countries? If we really cut off our diplomatic ties, our ships could be penalized for passing through the Strait of Malacca."


Min-seok had a serious look on his face as he delivered Singapore's diplomatic documents from the foreign ministry.


"Is there a law against merchant ships from countries that had no diplomatic relations? According to international maritime law, it is not allowed to refuse entry unless prohibited items are transported."

"Our ships can be disadvantaged if they want."
 
"There's nothing to worry about, as they're supposed to give humanitarian relief for vessels that want water, oil, and food. And it is also a diplomatic discourtesy for the royal family to step up to protest against our government. Just staying still is a way to help."


If a diplomatic letter was sent to the Kazakh royal family, Youngho would have to give a proper answer, but he was relaxed because those letters were sent to the Kazakh government.
The Kazakh royal family mentioned the "Kra Canal" case, but protesting against the Kazakh government without protesting against the royal family was a diplomatic gesture.


"This will be over soon. We do not participate in the canal construction in any case. It's just a counterattack."

"Can't you let them know about it?"

"You don't think any Malaysian or Singaporean politician or bureaucrat has a line with the Chinese government? As soon as we tell them what we're up to, the plan will go useless."

"Even so, it won't be easy to restore diplomatic relations back to the way they were..."

"In the worst case, I don't care if we can't recover them. You have to be prepared for that kind of loss to trick China."


Singapore or Malaysia had no choice but to react aggressively because it was a matter of national destiny.
Maybe they sent a diplomatic letter not only to Kazakhstan but also to all countries interested in the canal.
However, if the canal project was pushed ahead, they would not make such a fool of themselves by disconnecting their diplomatic ties with those countries. It would find an alternative to cope with the situation.
It was impossible for a country that earned a living through trade to sever diplomatic relations with other countries.
If China showed its willingness to participate in the canal project regardless of a diplomatic break, it would rush to sign the contract without fail.
That was what Youngho was after.


***


At a time when Asia was dealing with the issue of the canal project, the Thai foreign minister secretly visited the royal territory.
He was frustrated as a Thai minister and wondered why Kazakhstan was causing a disturbance when it was not even a Southeast Asian country.
 

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness."


Minister Prayut, a short, dark-skinned man greeted Youngho politely.


"Thank you for coming all the way."


The purpose was already told in advance, so they went straight to the point after a handshake.
 

"Your Highness, I have come to ask that the Kazakh royal family no longer intervene in the canal issue."


Youngho already predicted what he was going to say, but he was slightly embarrassed because he was so direct.


"Wouldn't our royal family be more favorable to your country if we intervened? We have the canal technology ahead of China. I'm sure you know that we're working on a canal project in Russia."

"We are not questioning the technical skills of the Kazakh royal family, but it's because of our neighboring countries. As the Kazakh royal family stepped forward, neighboring countries are pressuring us. It's been a secret project with China for years, and now it's a fait accompli."


The Malaysian and Singaporean governments were pressuring Thailand with a break in diplomatic relations.


"The Strait of Malacca is not just a route for a specific country, but for East and West to manage together. I thought any of the interested parties in the Strait of Malacca could participate, but I'm very disappointed that you've already made an agreement with China."

"The Strait of Malacca won't shut down even if the canal is opened, but everyone seems to be too sensitive."

"From what I know, your home country reviewed the canal project in 2004 and did not proceed with it. But I suspect that the re-emergence at this point reflects China's position to seek exclusive status. So, are you also participating in the canal management, too?"

"..."


The foreign minister was not able to answer questions from Youngho.
How could Thailand participate in canal management when China was paying 100 percent of the cost? It would only be getting a small portion of canal revenue.


"It's a good thing to open the canal, but I think we should also consider neighboring countries that are disadvantaged by the canal. Then, if you open a way for Malaysia or Singapore to participate, I think there would be less opposition."

"We want many countries to make an investment rather than China's sole investment. But when will the canal open if we do that? The canal project must be implemented as soon as possible, to ease our country's economic difficulties."


Youngho could see why Thailand was trying to give China the canal project.
China would have promised economic aid on the condition of canal construction.


"I don`t mean to interrupt your home event, so don`t get me wrong. If countries show interest in the canal project, you will be in a more advantageous position."

"It's too late to discuss now. I'm here to tell you about our country's stance."

"I understand. If Chinese investment is delayed, please let me know. I'm thinking of investing right away. It's an attractive business that Singapore or Malaysia can endure even if they play out their diplomatic cards."


Youngho acted as if he was going to invest immediately if China was lukewarm.
When the foreign minister returned home, Thailand would surely deliver this fact to the Chinese government.
China would have no choice but to hurry to stop the Kazakh royal family from jumping into the canal project while being readily willing to break diplomatic ties with Southeast Asian countries.
 

***


"I don't think Thailand will budge no matter what conditions we offer."

"No, it won't. Domestic political strife has been a drag on Thailand's economy, which once recorded negative growth. China's aid will be vital because Thailand's manufacturing and infrastructure are so weak. Recently, the economy has been reeling from flood damage. I think China has cleverly penetrated the gap. How urgent would it have been that the foreign minister came after you and asked you not to intervene in the canal?"

"I heard the royal authority of Thailand is great, but I don't know why it's still before the military coup."

"Although the royal family is absolutely respected and followed by the people, it is not enough to fundamentally adjust the friction between political forces. The problem is that it doesn't have any money like our royal family. Politics also requires money. In that case, I'm proud of our powerful royal family."

"Well, is that a compliment? I'm flattered. By the way, since we've smoked this smokescreen, China must be anxious, too."

"Your Highness, why don't we make a last move? Why don't we spread the rumor that China's technological prowess is questionable whether it could afford to do complex canal construction."

"How are we going to do so?"

"We need to use the Asian countries that are concerned."

"Asian countries will not come forward easily because they are afraid of China."

"The Strait of Malacca accounts for 20 percent of the world's shipments. They are the countries most troubled when China takes control of the Strait of Malacca. We need to use the media to shake China one more time. I'll take care of it myself."


If Eriksson stepped up, he would probably mobilize the Information Agency. The use of consulting branches of the agency in all countries could make a global temporary issue.


"I'm curious about the method."

"Since Singapore and Malaysia are most sensitive about the canal, shouldn't they add a hand? They have to take the lead in wiping out pirates, the danger of the Malacca Strait. We should encourage them to create an environment where they don't need a canal."

"How can the two countries wipe out pirates?"

"It's impossible, so we're going to encourage it. And even if the pirates temporarily disappear, the canal project is bound to start. This is because China invests in Thailand's infrastructure before the canal project. It won't be able to pull out so easily."


Eriksson said that China would not be able to pull out because of the money it spent on Thailand.


"Then we can delay the construction in another way so that we can drain China's strength. Let's see if the canal operates well after its construction is complete."


There was still an assignment left to make many ships use the Strait of Malacca even after the canal was opened.

Empire of the Ring is a Korean modern fantasy epic adventure novel that sets in the nations of the Caucasus mountain range which separates Europe and Asia. The nations of Caucasus are regions of many conflicts over territories, ethnicities, and religions. The story begins as Lee Youngho, a warm-hearted Korean merchandiser, takes a business trip to a disputed territory of the Caucasus nations to sell Korean unmanned security systems only to get misconstrued as a spy and caught by Armenian militia. Youngho eventually gets involved with the militia and CIA to help out people of the regions from conflicts and works toward a birth of a new empire in Caucasus.

This is an ongoing novel from Korea with more than 750 chapters as of today. The pace can feel a little bit slow in the beginning but as the story unfolds, you will be drawn into the world of Caucasus. If you are a modern fantasy/adventure lover, you will enjoy learning about different regions and cultures in Eurasia and Eastern Europe as Youngho travels around the places. Happy reading! 

*Disclaimer: The following contains depictions of religion and ethnic disputes. We do not support the author's views, we are only translating and editing the novel. This fictional novel is inspired by real-world people, places, and events — the author has taken these people, places, and events and embellished them as characters with conversations and backgrounds as done in fiction.

IMPORTANT NOTE: do we know anything about how orphanages work.

People: Macy: 11 years old, Mimi's twin, has glasses, British, Asian 

Mimi: 11 years old, Macy's twin, doesn't have glasses, British, Asian

Alyssa(Jello):8 years old, loves pops (Popsicle), British, Asian

Cleo: 7 years old, youngest in family, LOVES lollies, British, Asian

Olivia: 13 years old, oldest in the orphanage, British, no one knows her real name

HeDiTh the child predator: Age: unknown

There was a happy family. They lived in an average-sized house. The children were Macy, Mimi, Jello, and Cleo. (Macy and Mimi are twins). Cleo is a lolly-loving 7-year-old who also plays soccer. She gets really annoying at times... ALSO speaks in third person Mimi is an 11-year-old who was very good at yelling at Cleo to shut up. She also watches anime and has a thick British accent. Macy is very good at imitating an American accent but it still sounds British. She's calmer but sometimes yells too with Mimi. Macy also does art. Alyssa, more known as Jello is a pop-loving 8-year-old, she's always fighting Cleo but is somehow BFF's with her. There, you've met the Mai family.

Inside the conference room, Galaxy technology,

Representatives from various companies such as Suzuki, Tata, General motors, Tesla, BMW,etc were seated while Ankit stood at the podium.

Yes, Ankit was the one who was doing this. Ankit had decided to take part in this kind of events because he couldn't  keep pushing this off to Ashly.

As the owner of the company, he had to be the face of it.

"Hello. I am Ankit alderson, the owner of galaxy technology. As you all know, today we will be deciding on the share each company has in the annual production of the medium sized atomic matrix battery of our company."

"Our comany would like to buy this technology? ", a voice said. It was none other than Mr. Suzuki, owner of the Suzuki motor corporation.

Soon, others followed.

"Gentlemen. We are here for deciding who gets to buy our battery. We are only selling the product  and not the technology. This is not negotiable. You can leave if you do not intend to cooperate.", Ankit said calmly.

Everybody then sat down with a cold expression. Galaxy technology was going to eat the whole market share for this new battery. These people still didn't leave because everybody knew how impaortant this battery was to them.

Ankit smiled and continued, "Now, onto the main event. The current production capacity of our company is 2 million medium sized batteries per month. This number will soon increase to 10 million per month after the first quarter of the next year."

"We have invited you to conduct an auction for the share of these batteries. This contract will last for 1 year and we will hold this auction next year as well."

"Each share is worth 10% of the production. This means we will supply 200,000 in the first quarter of next year and 1 million in the next three quarters."

" 1 billion."

"1.1 billion"

"1.5 billion."

"1.75 billion"

"2 billion"

"2 billion going once."

"2 billion going twice."

"Sold."

The first share was bought by General Motors. They surprisingly spent $2 billion on it.

"Now for, the second share…"

The auction went on and ended finally after an hour or so. The one's who bought the share were General Motors who bought two shares for a total of 4.25 billion dollars, Tata who bought one share for 1.8 billion dollars, Suzuki motor corporation who bought one share for 1.65 billion dollars, Dongfeng motor corporation who bought two shares for 5.1 billion dollars,  Volkswagen who bought one share for 2.1 billion dollars, Bayerische Motoren Werke AG (BMW) bought one share for 2.35 billion dollars, Tesla bought one share for 1.9 billion dollars and last but not least, Hyundai bought one share for 1.85 billion dollars.

All ten shares were bought at varying prices but were sold.
"Finally, the price. The price of each battery is $1,000. This is also not negotiable."

All the companies that had bid transferred money to galaxy technology's account.

The eight companies that bought these shares were excited while other companies were disappointed and expressed thei hope to Ankit and asked him to increase production.

Ankit then went to check the progess of the material science laboratory and spent rest of his day there. No matter what, he was still more into research than socializing.

The total money obtained after this was $ 21 billion dollars. More than that, the order they had just settled was worth $ 96 billion. So, whole total, this year alone, the profit made by this battery was $117 billion dollars.

The profit from this atomic matrix battery technology was just unimaginable. This was just the statics for now. Next year with increased production, they could bring in even more money. Also, after a new battery technology has been researched, this technology could be sold too.

The news of this cooperation was not leaked. It was requested by Ankit. He wanted to reveal atomic matrix battery technology at the conference along with the civilian robot.

There was some news around that galaxy technology might cooperate with auto makers but noone was sure about the specific content. Some said smart cars while some said electric cars. Noone was sure but most people believed smart cars as galaxy technology had released a very good AI along with it's AI.

The next day, same setting but the audience was different. The people present here right now were representatives sent by the wealthy families and the wealthiest of consortiums. These people represented what you would call the top 1% of the top 1%.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. I am Ankit Alderson, the owner of Galaxy technology. Today, we are here for the civilian robots sales rights auction. As you guys can see, this is a civillian robot and we have already provided you with all the technical information about the robot along with the invitation."

"We will be auctioning the sales rights based on regions. We have divided up roughly eight regions which are the North american region, Latin American region, European region, Russian region, Southwest asian region, South asian region, Southeast asian region and the African region."

"Each region will get 10% of our current production while we will conduct another sales for remaining 10% of the production while remaining 10% will be handled by the company."

"Now, let's begin the auction. First up is the North american region."


" 10 billion."

"15 billion."

"18 billion."

"25 billion."

"27 billion"

"27 billion going once."

"27 billion going twice."

"sold."

The auction continued. The eight regions were obtained by Walton family that got the north american region for 37 billion dollars, Rothschild family that got the European region for 39 billion dollars, Rockefeller family that got the Latin american and African region for 53.5 billion dollars, Mitsui family that got the South asian region for 34 billion dollars, Al-saud family that got the southwest asian region for 35.5 billion dollars, Li family that got the south east asian region for 38.75 billion dollars and finally Morgan family that got the Russian region for 36.5 billion dollars.

Compared to yesterday today was a real big transaction. The sales rights alone were worth $274.25 billion dollars. This was just 80% of the shares.

The remaining 10% extra share was bought by Walton family for $40 billion dollars, which made the total sales rights worth 314.25 billion dollars.

Unlike the other battery sales, these families had gotten a five year sales rights.

"The price of each robot is $90,000 for you guys which you can sell from $100,000 to $180,000. The price in your region is controlled by you but you cannot go above or below the price we have specified. In the first quarter of the next year, our production capacity will be 200,000 robots a month while in the following three quarters our capacity will be 1 million robots a month."

Ankit shook hands with the partners while Ashly who was looking from side started planning for the new conference that would soon have to be held.

Today's orders were worth $864 billion. Together this was around $1.17 trillion. Along with the atomic matrix battery sales, this was around $1.3 trillion. In two days.

Ankit gets inventor system that helps him make continous breakthroughs in various black technologies and give him various black technologies. Ankit uses these technologies to advance the level of civilization of earth and fight against the universe.

This was honestly hard for me to write. I was very hesitant about writing and bringing up the racism and hate crimes that Asians and Asian Americans are experiencing here in America. 
Not because I am afraid to speak out or that I am afraid of the feedback that I would receive from my readers. 
If you guys have been reading my story then you know that I am never one to stay silent because of a fear to talk about social issues. 
In fact I try to include some of said issues in my writing as a way to bring attention and awareness to it. The reason why it was so hard for me to speak about Asian hate is because of the weight that I felt.
This felt like such a heavy topic because I felt as though if I were to write something or speak about this issue then my delivery would have to be perfect.
It seemed to me as though it had to be perfect because it was going to be my input and my voice on an issue pertaining to my community.
Not to say that I didn't feel any pressure when I wrote my piece about how I felt with Black Lives Matter. I wrote that with the entirety of my heart and with all the sincerity in the world.
But no matter how much of an ally as I am for Black people around the world, no matter how much I think of my Black friends as family, I am still not a member of that community.
I am sure that many of my readers who are minorities or People of Color who reside in the United States can sympathize with what I am about to say.
As a first generation Asian American my parents always wanted nothing more than for me to be seen and accepted as an American.
They would tell me that whenever I was out that I had to speak perfect English. So that no one would have even the smallest reason to say that 'I didn't belong.' or that 'I wasn't from here.'
They tried their hardest to take on American traditions that didn't really mean anything to them just so that I would be able to share similar stories with my classmate after holiday breaks.
To them we had to put in more effort so that we could fit in and assimilate as 'Americans.' And it wasn't just about us.
We had to put more effort into being American because we didn't just represent ourselves or our family.
We were representing all the Asians and Asian Americans here in the states. Only speak English when you're out or it'll make Asians seem even more foreign.
Don't get into a accident, you're just going to reinforce the Asians are bad drivers stereotype. Don't get into fights, you'll make Asians look violent.
Having to act not only in a way that represents myself in a good light but a whole group of people was exhausting.
And the same went for this. Thinking that I was writing something that someone might take as a representation of Asian American sentiment was very draining.
But I realized something. No matter what words I choose to use and how I use them it is impossible for me to write something that is perfect and without fault.
So instead of something that is supposed to be a perfect representation for Asian American sentiment I chose to write something that is simply a representation of me.
An Asian American dude that grew up in Moreno Valley California. An Asian American dude that was taken in by my friends in the Black community and saw their struggle.
A struggle that has a long and complex connection to the struggle of the Asian American community.  
If you are interested in learning about the long history shared between the Black and Asian community in the United states I would recommend learning about the model minority myth and how it was weaponized against other communities of POC.
But I don't really want to write about that as it would end up taking chapters worth of words. Instead what I want to talk about is this.
In these difficult times I understand that it is easy to feel divided. A lot of people have been trying to throw the blame around saying that it's one groups fault or the others.
Don't get me wrong. I'll be honest and say that I've laughed at a few jokes about white people being colonizers and the such.
But just as we POC say to white people when a joke has gone too far or is clearly offensive there is a line that I think isn't too hard to miss.
I have seen some POC say that they think that white people are the problem and that they are the enemy of all minorities.
And although I understand where the anger and animosity is coming from we have to understand that just as there are some White people who want nothing more than to protect their privilege there are also those who are acting as allies to help us reach real change.
In my opinion there is no one group of people who are the enemy. Instead I believe that our enemy is a mindset.
A mindset that says that one person's life inherently holds more value over another's solely because of the color of their skin.
And as hard as it may be to believe that mindset exists in people from all communities. I'm calling out the Asian community for their colorism and racism.
The terms Jungle Asian and Fancy Asian shouldn't be a thing. A beautiful Filipino girl shouldn't feel discouraged simply because of the shade of her skin.
I'm calling out the Latino community for their racism and colorism as well. There are Afro Latinos who are ashamed to claim their Blackness because they feel that Black is below them.
And I will also call out the Black community for their colorism and for being anti LGBT although honestly that is something I feel a lot of communities need to be called out for including the Asian community.
So many times have I heard people say 'She ain't pretty, she too dark.' and sometimes I hear it from people in my own circle.
There isn't one person or group that is perfect. So let's all work towards improving and policing our own communities so that we can make some real change.


“I'll just force them to recognize and respect the blood and sweat that I'm dripping on the hardwood. Because I don't hold anything back. I leave everything out on the court." -Jason Yang.


Ever since one fateful moment Jason had been hooked to basketball. The phrase “Ball is life” couldn’t be anymore true for Jason. He wasn’t born with any god given talent nor did he posses the body of a natural born athlete. The only thing Jason could rely on was his unbreakable will. But after ten years of not being able to make the jump to the professional level doubts begin to crawl into Jason’s mind for the first time. Just as he was at a turning point in his life Jason dies only to find that he has woken up twenty years in the past. Can he utilize his years of experience and the skills he developed as a collegiate player to make it to the professional level in this second chance at life?

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Yang Ming had always been ignored by the Li Zhichun father and sons. In their view, Yang Ming was not important. They simply did not regard Yang Ming as a character.
Before today, they even had the stupid and naive thought that the Huang Family could get through the disaster entirely because of Huang Xiaofei's mouth, which persuaded that dumb*ss, Zhang Jingyao, to help him. This fool would also regret it sooner or later.
But today, Li Zhichun and his sons saw a different side. It seemed that the person who had all the power to determine everything was Yang Ming; it had nothing to do with other people!
Huang Xiaofei or Zhang Jingyao, they should not be the leaders of this matter, and Yang Ming was the one who knew Li Qiang and General Kars.
Judging from the seats of Yang Ming and Huang Lele and their arrogant attitude, Li Qiang and General Kars may have a lower but not higher status than him!
So what did this mean? The cold sweat of the Li Zhichun father and sons immediately came out, and Li Zhichun's face became pale. "Yang Ming, we've underestimated him."
Li Tianjia and Li Tianyu seemed to have thought of the same problem. If Yang Ming was really the mastermind, could he be disadvantageous to the Li Family?
While Li Zhichun's family was in fear, the bidding had officially started.
In fact, the bidding process was far from the heroic and sensation of the auctions. Most people had similar fair prices, and the bids were also concentrated on the more profitable gold mines and diamond mines. They did not compete on other mines.
At the entire bidding conference, the main event was the tournament at the end. Each mine owner would send a female slave who was either trained by them or a fighting master who they hired from other places at a high price to win the final victory.
Among them, the most bidding was done by a Euro-American person. He was sitting behind Yang Ming. This was considered as the top position in the whole venue. Of course, the order of these positions was also allocated according to their own economic strength.
That this guy could sit here meant that his own ability was good. When he bid, Yang Ming noticed him, and he obviously noticed Yang Ming too.
From the beginning of Yang Ming's entry, this guy's eyes often looked at Yang Ming, General Kars, and Li Qiang. Of course, he just threw a few glances at Huang Lele next to Yang Ming, and he did not do further assessing.
Obviously, he was a very intuitive person. From the nameplate in front of his seat, Yang Ming learned of his name. Bobby, a very common Euro-American name, was nothing special.
However, Bobby had his wealth and status today because of his keen observation. When Yang Ming "inadvertently" looked back, Bobby keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.
"Hi, sir. I am Bobby, an investor." Bobby smiled and looked at Yang Ming, talking at an appropriate speed.
Yang Ming did not have to turn back when he wanted to observe someone; he could just observe with his special abilities. However, Yang Ming did it deliberately to see what kind of person Bobby was and if he needed to get acquainted with him.
After all, Country X was now his own territory. If Yang Ming could get acquainted with this kind of big investor in his own territory, he would try it.
However, Bobby obviously did not want to give up any opportunity.
"Hi, have you invested in a lot of mines?" Yang Ming nodded to him and spoke casually.
"Yeah, hehe, who doesn't want to make a fortune? Who would complain that they have little money?" Bobby suddenly rejoiced to see that Yang Ming did not disregard him. "Sir, are you here to invest too?"
Yang Ming shook his head and smiled. "Do you think I am investing?"
After listening to Yang Ming, Bobby was slightly stunned, but then he laughed. "Of course, we are all here to invest in you."
Yang Ming was a little impressed by Bobby's quick reaction. He could figure out that Yang Ming was the real behind-the-scenes leader from just a few details. It seemed that this Bobby was a smart person, and it was a very happy matter to deal with intelligent people. Yang Ming also welcomed these people to invest in his private island.
"I welcome your support," Yang Ming said faintly.
However, these four simple words had greatly increased Bobby's interest, and his mood was extremely excited.
If Bobby could sit in this position at the bidding, it meant he had something extraordinary. The bidding seats were arranged by the number of mines that these mine owners once owned, so this also represented Bobby's glory in Country X.
There must be a close relationship between him and General Kars. Now, Yang Ming was sitting in the VIP seat while General Kars and Li Qiang were sitting aside. Moreover, when Yang Ming turned back to talk to him, General Kars did not show anything. Especially when Yang Ming said the words, "I welcome your support," General Kars would have heard them since he sat not far away.
What did these four words represent? This represented the rights to the land and absolute power! It was impossible for someone who did not have absolute power in Country X to say such an arrogant sentence.
Yang Ming said this sentence naturally instead. This indirectly explained Yang Ming's identity.
Bobby could easily guess Yang Ming's position in Country X. It could be said that if he got acquainted with Yang Ming successfully, then he would be able to stand firm in Country X. At least, he would not be bullied.
Bobby was not afraid of other mine owners bullying him. He had a lot of armed forces in his hands, but he feared Country X officially bullying him. The power in Li Qiang's hands was not something that they could compete with.
"This is my boxer. What do you think of her?" Bobby pointed to an Asian girl in front of the ring and asked.
Yang Ming's eyes looked to the front of the ring where Bobby's finger pointed.
Indeed, in a row of Euro-American black female boxers, the Asian female boxer appeared to be a little thin. Some of the black female boxers were twice her size.
The Asian female boxer stood there quietly; she looked very depressed, unlike others who were gearing up. However, Yang Ming did not have the slightest scorn for her. In the eyes of this female boxer, Yang Ming saw indifference and numbness. Other than that, there were no emotions on her face.
Yang Ming's heart was suddenly astounded. He once saw such an expression in the eyes. The female assassin who broke into Wang Xiaoyan's villa had similar eyes! It could be said that when a person achieved such a level, he could not be regarded as a person anymore, but a machine that harvests human life.
They would simply obey the orders of the master to kill someone. If he did not achieve your goal, he would never give up.
However, Yang Ming certainly did not think that there was any connection between the female boxer in front and the female assassin who broke into Wang Xiaoyan's villa last time. Although this kind of person was relatively rare, there would be someone like this out there. At least, he heard from Fang Tian that the Butterfly Family could train such an assassin.
However, the Butterfly Family was only training for others; they would not train such a killing machine in their own family.
At this moment, Yang Ming was somewhat impressed by this Bobby. He could actually get such a killing machine. Perhaps, this boxing match already had results.
Although the muscles of this Asian female player were not very developed, and there were no muscles on her, in many cases, killing people did not require too many bodybuilding muscles.
As long as the muscles of the legs, arms and other parts were routinely trained, one could complete some strange killing moves. Wang Xiaoyan was a typical example.
Although Yang Ming did not hate those women who were covered in muscles, Yang Ming did not like to sleep with them on the same bed.
"Not bad. How much did you spend on her?" Yang Ming asked in a plain tone.
"Not much; five million dollars." Bobby was not sure if Yang Ming could understand the underground boxing match, and he was not clear whether Yang Ming could see the special features of the Asian female boxer. Therefore, he could only tell the truth for Yang Ming's question.
However, the special features of this female boxer could not be noticed by ordinary people, including the other female boxers on the stage and the mine owners below the stage. They all looked at the Asian female boxer with mocking eyes.
In their opinion, Bobby was purely making a fool of himself. Did he dare to put such a thin woman in the ring? Wasn't she the kind of character who would be defeated in one punch?
In addition to Bobby's Asian female boxer, there was also another Asian female boxer on the stage, Li Lexin. However, Li Lexin was now warming up seriously in a Muay Thai costume, so the others did not underestimate her.
Muay Thai had its own strength. Although many online legends said that Muay Thai originated in Emei, some also said that Muay Thai was created by Nai Khanomtom [1] in the 18th century Ayutthaya Kingdom.
However, no matter what the truth was if a martial arts could be passed down for many years, it must have its own strengths. Therefore, the people on the stage did not dare to take lightly Li Lexin who seemed to have real skills.
Bobby's Asian female boxer was standing still on the stage and looked like she was here to make up the numbers.
"Five million dollars? It's very cheap." Yang Ming was telling the truth. Five million dollars was not expensive for this kind of killing machine. How much money could an assassination mission earn? Therefore, it seemed that Bobby had gotten a big bargain.
"Yeah..." Bobby did not even know whether Yang Ming was praising him or being sarcastic to him because Yang Ming's face had no expression at all. Bobby was a very perceptive person, but he always could not understand Yang Ming's real thoughts when he was facing Yang Ming. "I also met her by accident. When I saw her, I almost ignored her. If it weren't for her amazing performance, I wouldn't pay so high a price."
Bobby did not understand Yang Ming's real thoughts, so he could only explain it self-servingly.
"She is a killing machine..."


Yang Ming is an underachiever in high school. Unmotivated, he skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. However, by an act of goodwill and fate, he obtains some high-tech contact lenses that give him superpowers. Together with his gangster street-smarts and ruthless fighting skills, it doesn't take long for him dramatically change his life for the better.
As his journey unfolds, he battles against society's big guns and attempts to bring justice into an unjust world. Along the way, he has many interesting and romantic encounters with the ladies who are charmed by his shameless flirting.
How will he use his superpowers?
Will he be able to overcome evil and bring justice to the world?
Who will he choose to be with at the end? 
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