Guy dropped in the dungeon wakes up at the 1st floor
My novel follows a scenario script format
works that I won't be visiting
bleach 
dbz
one piece, 
( don't know much about the three worlds ) 
( don't judge me )
works I will be visiting
nasuverse 
black clover 
fairy tail 
*will update as I go further*
I plan to put at least 50 chaps before hopping to a different world

I asked some plain-looking maidservant nearby to bring me a light meal. After that, I went back inside my room.

To kill some time, I went to my study desk to write a letter to Gu Fenglin.

But, this is an unexpectedly difficult thing to do. In the first place, I don't know how to write a letter to some girl. I live in a modern world when chat service available for everyone, everywhere. Writing a letter, it's a century late to do that.

It's true that I also used e-mail. But aside from business-related, I rarely used that.

Thus, I was staring at the blank yellow paper with a brush in my hand for a long time.

"Young Master ...," it's that cute maid, Meimei.

"Hmmm ...? What is it?"

"... your meal is ready." she still afraid of me, I won't care as for why though.

"Alright."

I give up writing the letter now and go to the dining room. The meal was not special, some meat soup and rice. Ah, there's also some spicy noodles.

After lunch, I went back to a staring contest with blank paper.

This is hard. And ..., is writing a letter in this world has the same format as the Earth?

I continued with the staring contest for half an hour.

But it didn't work, I couldn't think a single word.

Hold on ..., what if I write it like some sort of negotiation letter or letter of inquiry? This will do. I have made plenty of those before, so it will be easy.

I have never seen her so I don't even mention her appearance in the letter. I just write some introductory sentences, my purpose in writing this letter, and then closing sentences. I add my simple but expensive signature on the bottom right.

Yup, perfect.

Ah, f*ck! I wrote it in the alphabet! And in Bahasa Indonesia at that!

I forget that this world is using some sort of ideograph script. What was it again? Jiang script? I bet this funny looking character was created by that Jiang Chen or Holy something.

I rewrite the letter, now with Jiang script and the High Lastarte Language.

With this, the letter problem is finished.

"Oh, you came."

It was Allescar, Therese and the Dove. I called them to my courtyard because I wanted to try the Land Card.

My system that recently became annoying went into an upgrade so I need someone to be my advisor regarding this card system. A.I Helper: Catherine's Substitute never gave an answer even if I ask her(?). Thus, I called them over.

Although they won't be as helpful as Catherine, I hope that they know a thing or two.

"Lord, is there anything you need?" Allescar asked.

"No, I just want to try something. Hey, in Myscreat, how do you use Land Card?"

Right now I have 14 Land Card. Three of them are Rare I got recently from the Silver Random Card Pack. While the rest are Common and one Uncommon.

I remember in the game it could be placed anywhere. Well, it is in the game after all. But what if that mechanism doesn't work here?

Therese and Allescar exchanged a glance. The Priestess was the one who explained.

"As written in the card description, a Land Card will change the land properties into that corresponding color. And with that, the lord can produce a crystal as long as the Card is active."

"So, basically I can summon the Land Card and change the Land properties here?"

"Yes, I believe it will happen."

"Well, seeing is believing. I will try with this, [Exotic Island], a Blue/Green Land Card, any objection?"

"No, lord, you may do as you like," Allescar said, but I felt that you look eager and looking forward to it. Is it because of the color?

"Lord, I need to remind you about the cost of maintaining the Land Card." Therese interrupted.

"Uhhh ...?"

"A Common Card will need 10 Void Crystal per 24 hours. Uncommon will need 20 Void Crystal, while Rare Card will need 30 Void Crystal. Does Lord has the necessary Crystal?"

"I ..., I only have about 22 Void Crystals per day, but I can still convert for more. Therese, from these 14 cards, what card do you think will be the most effective to use right now?"

I showed her the Land Card available.

From the Common rarity. [Plain(V)], [Rivertown(V)], [Island(B)], [Desert(R)], [Mountain(R)], [Rainforest(G)], [Cave(Y)], [Sacred Ground(W)], [Highland(W)], [Crypt(P)]

From the Uncommon, there was only [Temple of Light(W)]

And lastly, the Rare. [City(V)], [Dragon Temple (W/R)], [Exotic Island(B/G)].

"Hmmm ..., I think, the [City] will be the best choice, Lord," Therese commented after looking at the Land Card.

I thought she would choose white. But to think she chooses City, this is something unexpected.

"Why? Did you just said that Rare is a no go?"

Therese explained. "It's not like that, I'm asking if lord has the sufficient Void Crystal. The Blue/Green card won't generate Void Crystal and just generate either Blue or Green Crystal right? Then it will be wasteful and probably Lord won't have enough Void Crystal to maintain it. To maintain a Land Card, lord needs Void Crystal, and Color Land Card doesn't produce it. But this [City] Land Card, with this card Lord, can also gain free Void Crystal every hour every day. So by the end of the day, lord will have the necessary Void Crystal to maintain it. Ah, there's also enhancement of the soil."

"But the cost-"

"Lord can afford it. A Rare Land Card can produce one Crystal per hour. In a day, it will be twenty-four crystal. Lord just need six more Void Crystal to pay the cost."

"Wait, I didn't even get a crystal then?"

"As of now, it's impossible." Therese shook her head.

"Then what's the point? I better use two Common Card, right?"

"No, lord. Don't! A Common Card only produces one crystal for every three hours, in 24 hours, you only produce about eight crystal. Moreover the enhancement not even 1/3 of that Rare card. So materializing Common Land Cards are not recommended."

"Alright then, I follow your suggestion. So, the [City] Land Card right?"

[Do you wish to materialize City? You need ten Void Crystals to perform this action. Confirm?]

'Yeahh ..., do it.'

The card turned into bright white-greyish light before it disperses into light particles that spread across a thousand kilometer from where I stood. A faint shadow of a city with the architectural style of that Ancient Rome, I guess ..., were shown.

This phenomenon was something that I didn't expect. It looks like an illusion or a mirage. It turns into a hazy image before completely vanish.

I could hear some shout in the city, the commoners were surprised with what just happen.

[City Land Card has successfully activated.]

----
City (10 VC)
[Void|Rare|Land] 
Colorless Creatures will gain small enhancement.
City inside a city: small enhancement on City productivity, security, and citizens.
Generate 1 Void Crystal for every hour.
----

The Land Card duration is 72 hours. Need 30 VC to maintain. The card usage will decrease if you decide to not maintain it.

Wait a minute ..., duration of 72 hours? And 30 VC to maintain? Is this card system broken or something?

"It's different from what you said, Therese!"

I told her what I saw on the notification screen and she was flustered about it. But she was still smiling because this effect is good in itself. Though, she still apologizes to me.

"I'm sorry, it seems that my knowledge is still imperfect."

But this is good. I can get a total of 42 Void Crystals before the duration end. If by that time I convert my mana into Void Crystal. I can get 105 Void Crystals in three days.

I can summon anything and everything with that much of Crystals.

"No, this is better. Thank you then. Ah, but let me ask you, are you hostile with purple or other color creatures?"

"For us, the holy daughters and Light God's servant, of course, the Follower of Dark God is nemesis. However, if they are summoned by lord. We can set aside our grudge and serve you. But please, don't let me in the same room as them." Therese explained.

"I can't stand alongside with the dwarves or Earthworm. As for the other color, I'm good." Allescar said.

"Alright, note it." I nodded and sent them away.

I walked outside, but someone coming at me with a rushed step.

"Son ..., we need to talk." it was my mom who comes frowning.

I explained the thing about the Land Card to her. It took three hours until she convinced with my explanation.

She kept telling me to not reveal this matter to anyone. I nodded and just went along with it. It was my plan to low-key anyway. I don't want to reveal the card's strength other than my family. And about the public image, just let them be for the time being.

People's imagination is limitless, maybe they will fabricate a rumor about this. But because no bad thing happened, maybe this phenomenon will attract more citizens. I hope it will.

It's getting dark. After I took the second bath of this day, I went to the dining hall on the main courtyard and joined the dinner with the rest of my family.

I can see the red-haired Pyromancer Arianne. Her arrogant and indifferent looks now long gone. She sat beside my mother, and now she wore a traditional robe-like the other woman. Yes, that Therese also wearing the same traditional robe. Those two just like a tourist that visited Japan and trying to wear kimono.

Arianne wore a dark-colored cloth mask, unlike the rugged metal mask, her mask now covers the nose down to the neck. Nevertheless, she looks fiery enchanting. Especially her bright eyes with long eyelashes are really captivating.

She changes her gloves, it was white silk gloves. The gloves covered her finger to her elbow. From an aesthetic point of view, she ranked B, but because of her massive breast maybe I can put her into A rank.

I still don't know about her face though. Perhaps she got some sort of face scar or anything. There's no way that is the case, right?

She looks sullen, like a daughter-in-law bullied by her mother-in-law. Well, she just talked with mother this entire day, no wonder about that.

I won't be surprised after recalling Therese's expression this morning. She looks like she really wants to escape and avoid being in the same room with mother.

"Hey, mom." I greeted her with a hand wave.

"Come here, son," she called.

I sat down beside her. I hugged her and snuggled into her puffy breast.

"Bad boy, what are you doing!?" she chuckled with my action.

I miss my mom.

The original one back in the Earth. I wonder what happens after I die. Mother, Father ..., Tia, my sex-friends/harem. That bastard Andre.

Cheh. Recalling that damn motherf*cking son of a bitch, sure made my mood sour.

"What's wrong son?" mom asked.

Maybe she sensed something changes with my mood. But I can't explain it to her so I just stayed silent and continue snuggle. Not caring about everyone's gaze.

I released her after I satisfied. I ate dinner with less appetite. My mood still soured after thinking about Earth.

But, what can I do about it? It's not like I can come back into that place anyway.

After the maid finished cleared the table. I handed the letter to mom.

"Mom, here's the letter for the Gu Clan. Please read it and check whether I made some mistake."

Mom wordlessly read the letter, sometimes she sneaked a glance at me.

I was busy eating some peanut-like ..., nuts. It's really strange, the skin is that of a peanut, but the inside look and taste like corn.

"There's no problem ..., but, I feel that this letter is too formal. Are you really the one who writes it?"

"Yeah, I write this. It's fine, I and that Gu Fenglin has never met before. If I write with a familiar tone, she will probably feel cringe and won't accept the gift. Keeping it formal and business-like is the best choice."

'Besides, I can't write romantic words in a letter.' That's what I want to say, but no, let's stop with this.

"Fine then ..., this will do."

"Ah, mom. If I give them more gifts, do you think it will raise the chance for them to help us?"

"More gift? Did you have something better than that Firesword?"

She named it, the sword. Though that's not wrong in any way the official name is [Sword of Blaze(R)], you know?

"Something like this, maybe?"

I materialize a [Ruby Gem Fragment(R)] Card, the Basic Red Resource Card and she reacted with surprise. A heavy one! She widened her eyes wider when she first saw the [Sword of Blaze(R)].

"Yi!!!" and mom shrieked.

I even feel that this gem fragment might be worth more than the sword. Based on her reaction.

The other stepmothers and stepsisters, who know about the cultivation also surprised.

"What a rich Fire Qi ..." Yi Shixiao muttered.

"It looks like Fire Elemental Stone. But, Lady Liu ..., this is not that thing, right?" Han Yin asked.

"Fire Elemental Stone? Did I misheard it, Sister Han, did you just say Fire Elemental Stone? That super expensive elemental stone!" Qian Yuerou didn't believe what she just heard.

"Yes, Sister Qian, you heard it right. But, I'm not sure, this stone looks different from that. This stone has rich and concentrated Fire Qi inside. Maybe this is something similar, can I take a closer look." she asked for mom permission, of course.

Han Yin that always looks uninterested to participate in the discussion suddenly becomes talkative. From the outside, she looks like a naive and airheaded noble lady. But turn out she was a maniac in these kinds of things. Yeah, stone maniac. Cultivation stone to be exact.

Mom smiled and said, "you're right concubine Han, this is not Fire Elemental Stone. This is something worth more than that ..."

"Don't tell me Con-"

Mu Hanxia almost blurted out the name of the stone, but Han Yin suddenly shouted.

"Concentrated Fire Crystal!!!" she leaped and grabbed the crystal and observed it carefully.

I even don't know since when, but she already wears a monocle in her left eye. This looks interesting, and beautiful at the same time. She's cute, all of my mothers are beautiful, but this ... is the best!

As for their daughter, aside from those who are younger than me, they are pretty. But my little stepsister also cute and adorable.

"It's true ..., this is a Concentrated Fire Crystal," stated Han Yin after she observed it thoroughly.

"Mother, what is Concentrated Fire Crystal?" her daughter, stepsister Ruyen asked.

Han Yin smiled and returned the crystal to the table for everyone to watch, "It's the crystallization of a concentrated Fire Qi. It only appears in extreme place and this is something that every Fire Cultivator wishes to get."

"There are such a huge Fire Qi inside this crystal, are they beneficial?" the third sister Xinyue asked.

"Not only it is very beneficial, but it can also increase the quality and quantity of the Fire Qi inside one body. This type of Concentrated Fire Crystal could also become fuel to a cauldron, smelter or a forge. It also could be used as a nourishment for Qi Flame for the Alchemist, or Weapon Specialist." Han Yin added.

"Hmph ..., ignorant." the Pyromancer on the side suddenly snorted.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Han Yin baited by her word.

"I'll ask ..., what are you gonna do with such Ruby Fragment? Absorb it? Do you want to die?" Arianne shrugged her shoulder before crossed her arm on her chest. Emphasizing the glory of that big busty chest.

"Dead ..., there's no way a cultivator would die with something like this, right? With the proper cultivation method, they won't die!" Han Yin loudly rebuked. Her cheeks were bright red, enraged.

"Hmph ..., I can't believe it." she snorted back again.

"Then what will you use this stone for?" Han Yin asked back.

"Of course ..., I will transmute it into Vermillion Orb and use it to enchant my gear."

"Enchant? What's that?" hearing a new vocabulary, Han Yin asked.

"Enchantment ..., it's imbuing magic spell inside an object. You don't know about this? As expected from an ignorant that doesn't comprehend the true magic." Arianne looked at stepmother Han, looking down on her.

"Arsonist ..., you're going too far." Therese joined the conversation, trying to stop Arianne.

"Shut your mouth, Templar Slave!" she glared with her ruby eyes. Therese also glared dagger at her.

Therese frowned and asked, "why you're getting so agitated over something like Gem Fragment?"

"Templar Slave, this is not your business! Don't stick your nose."

"Arianne ..., that's enough," I said.

"... Grmh." she grumpily back off, closing her eyes and not saying anything.

I tried to discuss this thing with her. For her to join the conversation when she usually just silent the whole time, and even getting mad, this is too strange.

"You know, this world doesn't have the magic like the one on your world. Mom, did you tell her about this?"

"..., eh? Ma ..., perhaps. I don't remember it. But mommy thinks she has." my mother answered unsurely, I thought she has done the necessary interrogation.

"Arianne, let me ask you a question. Can your magician do this, can the magician in your world absorb raw energy inside a Gem?"

"Aside from a special person with a unique ability like the Geomancer, no one can," Arianne said.

"In this world, they can. A cultivator can do that ..., even if there some risks in doing that, they can absorb that energy and turn it into their own mana(qi). In theory, even I or everyone here can do that."

For the sake of explaining this thing to her, I replace qi with mana. I don't know if those two are the same thing. Maybe, later on, I will learn the differences.

"That's ..., that just impossible. How can such thing possibly happen?" she disproved and shook her head.

"It's not impossible. If they have the corresponding Cultivation Method, they can absorb this thing. Don't deny it before you see it for yourself."

"Absorbing energy from natural cultivation resource to raise cultivation, isn't that something basic?" Han Yin also added unnecessary remarks.

"Yeah, it's not strange for people in this world to cultivate energy inside a natural resource like this crystal. Its probably a hard thing to do, but true, it possible." I added. I tried to speak as calmly as possible, but this girl's stubbornness was on another level.

"No, that's impossible! I won't believe it!" she dropped a fist on the table.

I got startled from that. Her breath also got rushed.

"Arsonist, why are you denying it so vehemently?" Therese asked.

I realized something is wrong with Arianne. But just don't know what is that. Is it some personal trauma? Like that Allescar war story? Did she also have something like that?

"..., I'm out." she walked outside without asking for my permit.

Well, with her current mood even I wouldn't be able to stop her. The dining hall atmosphere became weird. I somehow feel responsible for this.

"... let's postpone the talk a bit, I need to talk with her." I stood up and went to find her.

"Uhm ..., go, son! Mommy will wait."

Aditya Herlambang, a young and successful entrepreneur was assassinated by his trading rival. His soul along with the data package in his flash drive was transferred to another cultivation world! 

He reincarnated as Dian Xianli, a useless Young Master of a fallen noble family. However, he still has the cheat on him. The game data then manifested into a menu that is installed on his very being! Poor him, because the games he worked on at the company were some Battle Card Games.

Accepting this new fate, he will fight in this cultivation world with his card.

Will he survive in the harsh and cruel cultivation world with this little unique strength? Will he surpass that cultivation genius with it? But first, let's f*ck that arrogant young miss until he begs for mercy!

R-18

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Card System in Cultivation World -> In the Original ScribbleHub title is Card Cultivator

Ling Yuqing embarrassed herself in front of everyone on her first day. By then, Guan Meiyi had started shooting and Ling Tianya was going over scripts with other actors. Nobody had time for her, she was a useless extra who insisted on being there. She was told to wait in the lounge.
Ling Yuqing was still upset, so she called Qu Wan and told her everything that happened with elaborate details. She heard steps approaching the door and lowered her voice, "Mom, someone is coming. I can't talk anymore! Don't worry, I won't let that bitch rule for much longer!"
As Ling Yuqing hung up the phone, Zhang Ke walked in carrying a big pile of stuff and proceeded to dump everything on Ling Yuqing's lap.
"What's this?" Ling Yuqing frowned.
Zhang Ke looked at Ling Yuqing blandly, "These are some scripts written by Ms Ling in the past. She wanted you to read them all, so you have a basic understanding of the structure of writing style for screenplays. You can ask me if you have any questions."
"Where is Sister Tianya? Why isn't she here to teach me? Instead, she's sending you, her little assistant…" Ling Yuqing obviously thought Zhang Ke as someone below her.
Zhang Ke's face turned sour, "Miss Ling is busy writing scripts, talking to the actors, and working with the director every day… She doesn't have time to teach you this basic stuff! I am her 'little assistant', but I have been working for Miss Ling for a few years now. When we were overseas, I handled everything for her. So not only am I qualified to teach you, I can teach other screen writers too!"
Ever since Ling Yuqing brought up that she wanted to be an apprentice to Ling Tianya, Zhang Ke had been uncomfortable about the whole thing. She was finally able to speak her mind.
"You –"Ling Yuqing tried to fire back.
"What about me? If you don't want me to teach you, you can go talk to Miss Ling yourself."
Ling Yuqing bit her lip. If she went to Ling Tianya, she was just asking for humiliation. "I didn't say I didn't want you to teach me. It's just there are so many scripts, how can I finish them all?"
Zhang Ke laughed, "You have two days, then you are going to produce a sixty-chapter script for Miss Ling."
"What?" Ling Yuqing's eyes widened. "Two days? I have to produce a script? I don't even know what sixty-chapter means, how can I produce anything?"
"Don't complain. Miss Ling was not a screenwriter in the beginning. She herself took two days to study the ins and outs of screenplays and successfully wrote all these outstanding pieces." When Zhang Ke talked about Ling Tianya, her voice was full of admiration. Then she realized she was still talking to Ling Yuqing, "Long story short, if you have any questions, come ask me. I have to go do other things now."
After that, Zhang Ke left Ling Yuqing to her own device and dived back into working on her own script. As an assignment and form of assessment, Ling Tianya had asked her to write a complete one-hundred and twenty scene script on her own.
It was a particularly important moment for Zhang Ke. If she did well on the script, not only could it be made into a movie, she could continue staying by Ling Tianya's side.
Ling Yuqing smirked when she saw that Zhang Ke seemed anxious and irritated. Then she looked at the scripts in her hands and rolled her eyes.
Working was never the real reason she came to Ling Tianya. It seemed that Ling Tianya had taken herself way too seriously.


He's the dream guy of women world wide, the CEO of a formidable mega-corporation. But, he's absolutely powerless against her, resorting to all kinds of methods to force her into a marriage, tying her to his side with a certficiate. 

"Remember, from now on, you're not allowed to enter unclean entertainment venues, not allowed to accept drinks from other men, not allowed to have physical contact with men other than me. If not, bear the consenquences."

Ling Tianya felt that she was just like a girl undergoing puberty, under strict supervision of her parents, shackling her down with restrictions upon restrictions.

"Your requests are ridiculous, I have meetings and obligations, I... ..."

The man held tightly onto her, as though wanting nothing more than to absorb her into himself. "Ling Tianya, this is not a discussion." Therefore, the CEO had became a complete slave to his wife.

"My love for you is your perogative. Use me to your heart's wishes, I am more than willing!" 

But all he got in exchange was an eye roll, "Keep it for yourself, I don't need it!"

When Wang Xiaodong finished the last step, he opened the data package and looked at Lu Zhou, "The iterative calculation program is completed. The coordinates for the far and close side of the moon, the speed, and the direction of Chang'e 3 are calculated. I'll send it to your email?" 
Lu Zhou, who was writing, did not even lift his head, "Just send it to my QQ."
Wang Xiaodong, "Okay, what's next?"
"… The satellite orbit around the moon and the satellite landing trajectory geometry data and parameters are all here. You'll have to do the plotting," replied Lu Zhou. He threw the fully written A4 at Wang Xiaodong's desk and began his next calculation. 
Wang Xiaodong looked at the data on the paper and noticed that he had changed the MATLAB software to a more professional SAS software for data mapping. Without any expression, he answered, "Okay."
The two collaborated quietly and were fighting in their own areas of expertise. 
It was around twelve o'clock when Lin Yuxiang walked quietly into the computer room. She placed a plastic bag containing two packs of yellow chicken rice and two cans of coffee on the table. 
"Geniuses, time to eat!"
Wang Xiaodong got up and took his plate. With a smile on his face, he said, "Thank you."
Naturally, Lin Yuxiang smiled back. She then walked next to Lu Zhou and said, "This one's yours."
Lu Zhou did not raise his head as he replied, "Put it aside. I'll eat it after I finish calculating this."
"Okay!"
It was nine o'clock at night when Lin Yuxiang yawned and went back to the dorm. Wang Xiaodong went back at around ten o'clock. As he was the main force for tomorrow, he had to get a good night's rest. 
At this point, other than Lu Zhou, there were only a few people left in the computer room. 
The genius mathematics student Luo Rundong was also there with Liu Rui. 
There was also a third-year genius statistics student next to Liu Rui. 
Their team configuration was special. The captain was responsible for programming and part of the modeling but did not do calculations. Most of the modeling was done by Liu Rui who then directed another person to do the thesis. 
The third-year genius statistics student asked, "Is that guy in your dorm?"
Liu Rui nodded, "Yeah."
The genius statistics student said casually, "That guy is insane. I briefly looked at him when I went to the bathroom. He chose question A. They'll have a lot fewer competitors than us."
Liu Rui asked curiously, "Then why didn't we choose question A?"
Liu Rui has been solving question B for a while now and he did not feel like it was easy at all.
The genius statistic student said impolitely, "Because I have you guys for this year. Do you think I wanted to choose question B?"
Liu Rui: "…"
The other guy in his team: "…"
At three o'clock in the morning, only five people were left in the computer room. 
At four o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhou was the only person still sitting in front of a computer. 
By the time the sun started to shine through the window, Lu Zhou finally finished writing the last line of calculations. 
When Wang Xiaodong opened the computer room door and walked in, he asked, "Finished?"
"Finished…" said Lu Zhou. He sighed in relief before saying, "The basic modeling is completed. The rest is programming, plotting, and sensitivity analysis by observing changes in the simulation. When you're done, I'll start writing the thesis."
Wang Xiaodong nodded his head and said, "I got this. Go and rest."
"Okay."
Lu Zhou pinched his eyebrows, shook his head, and stood up before he walked out of the computer room. 
Compared to his all-nighters during the summer, this was nothing. 
Lu Zhou could not remember how he got back to the dorms. He just remembered that he opened the door and without even taking his clothes off, he went to sleep. 
When he woke up, it was already dusk. 
Lu Zhou sat up in bed and rubbed his messy hair as he took out his phone from his pocket to take a look at the time.
He recalled that he got back to the dorm around six in the morning.
"I slept for twelve hours…"
The next time he could sleep would be after the competition. 
Lu Zhou went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before heading toward the computer room. 
When he arrived at the computer room, Wang Xiaodong was already writing the last line of the program.
Lin Yuxiang was away but she had brought food. The food was still hot. She probably left recently.
Lu Zhou opened the plastic bag and was about to grab a pair of chopsticks when he saw a piece of paper in the bag. 
He slowly unfolded the paper. 
[Try your best ~ ^.^ ~]
Lu Zhou: "…"
Lu Zhou crunched the paper and threw it in the rubbish bin before opening the disposable chopsticks to begin eating. 
When he finished eating his dinner, he went to the bathroom and along the way, he threw the takeaway box away. 
When he came back, Wang Xiaodong pushed his glasses. He stood up and started talking, "I've already finished writing the program. The code I've used for the three questions have been sent to your QQ. I'll come back at three in the morning. You'll have to do the thesis."
"Ok, set an alarm. Don't forget."
"I know," said Wang Xiaodong as he nodded his head and left. 
Lu Zhou was the last relay runner. He sat in front of the computer and stretched.
It was seven o'clock at night and they still had 37 hours till the thesis submission time. 
Within the next 37 hours, he had to summarize all of the calculation processes, modeling ideas, procedures, and answers to the three questions, all into a 20-30 page thesis. 
No matter how exquisite the model or how ingenious the program, the judges would only judge by the thesis presentation. If the thesis could not be understood by the judges, then there was no hope for the prize. 
Therefore, this last step could not be done sloppily!
Lu Zhou went into his working mode and he had completely forgotten about the time. His attention was entirely concentrated on the computer screen and his typing and thinking were operating at the speed of light. 
The abstract and keywords had to be written in one page according to format requirements. Lu Zhou edited his abstract and even then, he barely made the cut. 
No one knew his model thought process better than him. Therefore, this stage was easy to do. 
The next was the cumbersome process of proof and reasoning. This was the main part of the entire thesis. Although it did not take up too much space, it was the most time-consuming part to complete. 
The main reason was that not only did it involve mathematical modeling ideas, it also involved programming. 
Lu Zhou was comfortable with mathematics but he needed to communicate with the coder for the program part. 
Time slowly past by and the sun fell down and rose again. Once again, it shined across the horizon.
When the night was over, Lu Zhou had finished the last part of the question answering section. 
He stretched and started at the thesis with his sleepy eyes before yawning as he started to talk to himself. 
"… Next up is the reference and appendix. Finally, it's almost done."
Lu Zhou placed his hands on the keyboard and he copied the title of the cited documents. 
[
... Moon soft landing gravity turning track design and analysis (C), Huaguo Aerospace Association deep space exploration technology professional committee second academic conference. 2005.
... Research on the detection and evasion scheme of manned lunar surface obstacles, Space Return and Remote Sensing. 2014, 35: 11-19
…
]
In total, he cited six Chinese theses, and one English thesis. 
For the final step, Lu Zhou copied Wang Xiaodong's code into the appendix.
Wang Xiaodong stood behind Lu Zhou. As he pushed his glasses, he looked at the texts on the screen and asked, "Finished?"
"Yeah, all finished. Help me check for errors. If there are no errors, convert it to PDF format," said Lu Zhou while standing up from his chair. He shook his groggy brain and said, "I'm going to sleep. I'll delegate the md5 hash check and uploading work to you." 
"Go rest," said Wang Xiaodong. He paused for a second before saying with a concerned voice, "Be careful on the road. Don't trip."
"Ok," said Lu Zhou as he nodded his head before he walked out of the computer room. 


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

The year 2002, Hengdian city, China.

Lu Yuan look at the script in his hand, then raised his head to look up at the clear sky. Short after, he closed his eyes... 

He remembered he wrote the script for a full five hours, wrote down every detail he could remember about the movie, then he revised the script again and again until he was satisfied. 

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and look at the script again. His pupils gradually shrunk and his face became serious. He spat on the ground and looked straight ahead with a pair of sharp and determined eyes.

"I'm going to make a change!"

......

Hengdian in June always hot and humid.

Pairs of white long legs with short skirts and heeled shoes are passing by Lu Yuan from left and right.

As a person who came from another world, Lu Yuan finally made a bold decision.

He was an honest man five hours ago, but now.....

He does not want to be an honest person anymore!

He is going to scam a fat sheep to invest on him!

Scam?

Yes, scam!

Scammers are liars.

To scam is to lie.

'If you don't lie, others will lie to you!'

Lu Yuan's money was cheated by a liar once... So, at least he knows such basic knowledge.

'Well, wearing a suit made me look like a gentleman, even if it's second-hand, it still looks OK.'

Lu Yuan looked at the mirror on the side road, made a gentleman pose and then nodded in satisfaction.

'Two hundred yuan "Newbuck" suits are not bad!'

Looking at Yan Ying Director's certificate in his hand, he smiled.

'The script is ready, the actor is ready, and the lies are ready.'

'Everything is ready, only the fat sheep...'

....... 

Hengdian people come and go. There are tourists, actors, and directors everywhere.

This year, a movie with 30 million yuan investment, "The Capital", is being filmed in Hengdian...

This movie directed by Shen Lian Jie, an emerging talent in third-generation directors, and starring Liu Fang Fei, a popular movie star. 

The filming set was not small.

When passing "The Capital" set, Lu Yuan smoked the last cigarette in his hand and glanced at the crew, he enviably looked at Shen Lian Jie who sits on a high platform and barking at people.

People who are rich, handsome, and talented have always been envied by Lu Yuan.

"He looked like a dog!"

'Puh!'

After spitting without any quality, Lu Yuan walked towards the tourist parking lot.

Countless luxury cars were parked there.

Rolls Royce, Lamborghini, Porsche, Mercedes.

To scam professionally is technical work.

In particular, scamming hundreds of thousands of investment is more than just technical work.

But, first of all, you need a fat sheep. A fat sheep that is rich, gullible and stupid enough to believe in you.

After screening for a while, Lu Yuan finally put his eyes on a pink Lamborghini.

The owner is a girl wearing sunglasses.

Rich girls, usually do not mix in society, they are generally stupid and gullible.

Well, that's what Lu Yuan believed anyway.

Lu Yuan quickly approached the girl who just came out of her Lamborghini.

But when the girl took off her sunglasses and smiling, Lu Yuan was at a loss.

A beautiful smiling face wearing a light blue striped dress fluttering in the wind with her black hair in contrasting colors, Lu Yuan felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The air is mixed with the scent of floral fragrance.

She looks simple yet noble, matured yet having the aura of a young girl.

'Angel in the world?'

'She is so damn beautiful!'

Lu Yuan, a poor and bitter bastard, can't describe the beauty in front of him. He can only think of these five words.

After being dazed, Lu Yuan threw his cigarette and sorted out his suit.

.......

Lu Yuan was an otaku and a virgin. For the first time in his life, he is going to purposefully lie to someone, Lu Yuan felt nervous and started shaking and sweating... 

The thin script in his hand started to get wet.

Lu Yuan remembered his bitter life before he crossed. He was poor. After he crossed, he is still a poor bastard.

Two lives, two worlds, he had always been in poverty. 

He had enough!

He wants to be rich! No matter what! So, he must change.

'Come on, Lu Yuan!'

'When you're done with all these, you will be rich!'

Lu Yuan constantly cheering himself in his heart, and after feeding his soul with a lot of chicken soup, he gained a little bit of confidence.

He hastened his pace...

He felt that hope is within reach!

"Stop!"

"Huh?"

"This is my director certificate, this is my script."

"Ha..?"

A gust of wind blew Wang Xun Xue's long dress, Wang Xun Xue looked at the panting youth, and subconsciously took his director certificate and script.

"Look at... my... my script..."

Lu Yuan wanted to slap himself in the face, turned around and ran!

He was still nervous!

'What happened to me! This is totally different from the plan!'

'Where did all the smooth talk and gentleman manners go!'

'Why the hell is it like this now! OH MAI GOD!'

But the arrow had already been sent from the string, and Lu Yuan can only carry on.

'I can't let this end in tragedy!'

Lu Yuan revealed a wretched smile that he thought was very kind and charming.

"Eh..."

Wang Xun Xue, who was still a little confused a moment ago, saw Lu Yuan's smiled then she thought 'this guy is weird.'

"I'm sorry, I don't make movies, I'm not an actress." Wang Xun Xue smiled and rejected Lu Yuan's offer politely while looking at him.

"It's not for you to make a movie." Lu Yuan shook his head.

"Then..."

"I have a good script. I am a very good director, and I'm the owner of "Remote Film Company". Lu Yuan felt his tongue was knotted.

He thought that he was a little bit sloppy, so he put his hand in his pocket and tried to look like a gentleman. 

"Oh!"

Wang Xun Xue suddenly smiled, looking at Lu Yuan with interested eyes.

"This is my business card." When Lu Yuan saw Wang Xun Xue smiled, Lu Yuan quickly took his business card and handed it to Wang Xun Xue while smiling. 

"Lu Yuan?" Wang Xun Xue glanced at the business card with his name, company name and phone number on it.

"Yes, yes, my name is Lu Yuan, I think we can..."

"Cooperate?" Wang Xun Xue smiled deeply with an interested look in her eyes.

"Ah?" Lu Yuan's smile was ruined but quickly recovered and continued "Girl, I think, my script..."

"Is very promising, and can win some awards?" Wang Xun Xue snatched the words again.

"..." Lu Yuan stupidly opened his mouth.

Lu Yuan was dumbfounded and felt his scam seemed to be dominated by the girl.

Wang Xun Xue looked at Lu Yuan's dull face, she smiled brighter and became more beautiful. 

She opened the script and glanced at it.

"Big Director Lu Yuan, your writing is very exquisite... If I were you, I would spend 30 yuan to print the script, and make it look professional, by the way, sort out the tie on the suit." Wang Xun Xue said with a little sarcastic tone while raising her eyes to look at Lu Yuan.

"..." Lu Yuan was speechless.

'My writing was bad?'

'It really seemed to be...'

'Print?'

'Damn! Great idea.'

"You are an amateur... if you want to fool people, you need a good prop, not this script with typos."

"Props? The script is the prop!"

"Do you think this beauty is a stupid girl?"

"You're insulting my intelligence! If you don't know anything, don't say it's not good, give me back the script... I am leaving!"

Lu Yuan felt that his scam was exposed and couldn't continue, so he is going to retreat. 

But, he still had to keep his poker face until he can get out of here.

'This sheep is smarter than I thought!'

'Damn it, I can't make these mistakes next time.'

When Wang Xun Xue read the script, the smile on her face was gone and turned serious. She held the script in her arm, like it was a treasure, and went back to her Lamborghini. 

"Get on the car." 

"Ah? Where are you going?"

"Do you want to talk about investment here? Get on the car, I'm inviting you to have a cup of coffee." Wang Xun Xue put on the sunglasses.

"???"

Lu Yuan was confused.

'Drink coffee?'

'Investment?'

'What does she mean?'

'Did I succeed? How?'

Lu Yuan's heart became a mess, but he still got on the car with serious looks.

"Damn! Why didn't they read a few chapters before they skipped my book!" Lu Yuan felt that the readers are too ignorant.

But ... 

He's helpless.

Lu Yuan knew what was wrong with his book, he feels that, his synopsis is not attractive enough for the readers to read more. But he is reluctant to write more, especially for synopsis that no one would even remember a few minutes later.

Most importantly ...

Lu Yuan doesn't want to be serious and exaggerating the synopsis to make a pretense, he's afraid that he would be famous and the world would call him dog later.

But, Lu Yuan still put a little bit less exaggerated synopsis with a little bit of seriousness.

So he writes...

"That year ... Lu Yuan who just crossed to a pararel world wrote a movie script then scammed 1 Million yuan from a certain rich and beautiful female sheep ...

He planned to use 800.000 yuan to shoot the movie and ran away with the rest of the money...

But the movie ... "

Lu Yuan suddenly felt tired.
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Looking at the four editorial assistants leaving in a hurry, Adrian smiled as he stood in his villa's front courtyard. When he recalled their shocked faces before they left, he knew that he was halfway done with promoting himself.
He chose the scripts after deep consideration, especially the four he sent out that had different genres, which were high school comedy, romantic love, romantic thriller, and horror. Besides, three of the four scripts were profitable, but not too profitable.
When the companies sent their representatives over to negotiate with him, he revealed two more scripts with potential value—'American Pie' and 'Scream'. Both were models of films with low cost but high box office sales and had sequels. He knew that the assistants could tell the films' value since they were professionals, and also because he added an informative note at the back of the scripts.
'How will the big film companies respond next?'
Adrian shook his head and decided not to bother as he had already achieved half of his goal. As long as the four films were screened and were profitable, he would achieve the other half of his goal.
Nevertheless, he felt rather regretful and was slightly not resigned to the outcome. This was because the script sold to Warner's assistant was 'The Bodyguard', which was going to be released two years later, and would star Whitney Houston. If he was not mistaken, the box office sales for that film would be 100 million dollars in North America—100 million dollars in the early '90s!
Sadly, he was not the investor, and he only sold it for 35,000 dollars, thus he was somewhat dejected. Of course, it only took a few minutes for him to forget about it.
Adrian could not just sell low-profit scripts if he wanted to build his reputation as soon as possible, so it was necessary to include a script that would be extremely profitable. As long as the producer did some thinking, and his obscure note was understood, Warner would definitely make a lot of money.
Needless to say, Adrian was mainly unbothered because he had many scripts that would make him money. Earlier when he was totally immersed in writing scripts for three months, he purposely found time to register himself at the Writing Guild not because the guild could help him when needed, but because he could store his script outlines for two years by paying a fee to the guild.
Most screenwriters would leave their outlines under the guild's care, and film companies often searched for noteworthy scripts or stories that were similar to their newly-received scripts.
Adrian stored ten script outlines that he worked on for the past three months, and was going to store more outlines or complete scripts in the future. While that might cause "duplicate" concepts, he would be in an invincible position due to the records in the guild.
As for the "past" screenwriters who might undergo changes in their lives because of this, Adrian was not concerned at all. Back when he was still Zhang Haoxuan, he read from a science fiction novel about a theory that stirred his emotions and gave him a deep impression—herd theory!
Herd theory was not proposed by the person who studied the bandwagon effect. The writer hypothesized—a billion sheep that lived in icefields moved in an isosceles triangle formation in order to survive; The sheep in front always enjoyed the grass or water first, such that the sheep behind could only eat or drink what was left.
No sheep could survive without the herd because they did not know when they would find grass again on the cold icefield, and when there would be a snowstorm. Only by supporting and relying on each other could they survive.
The sheep at the back of the formation would always try their best to push forward so as to gain the same rights as the sheep in front—fresh greens and clean water. As such, the sheep in front would firstly maintain their position to prevent being pushed behind, then they would think of a way to move forward as much as they could.
Some sheep that were well back at the herd never got to the front position no matter how much they fought, whereas some that were newly born naturally stood behind their parents, and gained a front position from the start.
Nothing was fair in the world.
Since Adrian was reborn, he took it as he was adopted by God or another almighty being who placed him in front and gave him an unusually tough pair of horns. If that was the case, he felt like he had no reason to not continue pushing forward.
Perhaps he would establish a foundation in the future to help frustrated screenwriters, or he might secretly support the Writers Guild to strive for his rights and interests then go on strike—the big strike in 2008 left a tremendous impact, and that many before that had failed. He knew about them when he was still Zhang Haoxuan. Nonetheless, it was impossible for him to give up on gaining funds and his reputation through plagiarism.
'Shameless? Of course, I won't deny that, but I don't care.'
"I'm heading out, Mrs. Galen. You don't have to wait for me at night." Adrian headed out after a while as he had an important appointment in the afternoon.
"Aright, but I'll leave two to three sandwiches for you in the fridge. You only need to heat them up in the microwave," Mrs. Galen reminded him kindly while she tidied the living room.
"Thank you." Adrian nodded, then left to drive downtown.
Although a screenwriter's status in the modern era was not as lowly as it used to be, it was not that distinguished too, or there would not have been a big strike in 2008. The three major factors of a good film production were a good script, a good director, and a good cast. That being said, screenwriters never asked for bonuses. There was not even a single screenwriter from the Writers Guild with an annual salary of 500,000 dollars back then.
Adrian was certainly not going to stop even though he managed to enter Hollywood easily by being a screenwriter.
"I can't believe that you're earlier than me, Claw," Adrian teased Claude as he sat down, then nodded at the waiter who approached him after. "A cup of latte."
Before Claude spoke, he continued making fun of him, "Are you having fun?"
Though Adrian handed all his possessions to Claude and had been focusing on writing scripts for three months, he still spent time looking at the financial statements sent by his private accountant. When he saw the curve diagrams that went up and down, he only had one thought, which was that Claude was addicted!
"Hey, why would you say that? In any case, I increased your funds by four folds." Claude put on an innocent look.
"You could've stopped when you increased it by five folds, then start again after the fluctuations," Adrian replied. "Don't forget our agreement, you must look at the situation even if you're having fun."
Despite that, Adrian was still quite dismayed. After all, it was just a verbal agreement, and based on his last statement to Claude, he could only accept the results if Claude really lost all his money. 'Luckily, I didn't mortgage my villa,' he thought to himself.
"Don't worry, I always keep the agreement close to my heart, and I won't disappoint you since you have so much trust in me." Claude smiled.
"My accountant told me that we have at most three months left."
"To me, we have at least four or more," Claude commented confidently and in a rather arrogant tone. It was evident that he benefited highly from the three months.
"Alright, Eddy. Tell me, why did you want to see me?" He took a sip of his coffee.
"It's very simple. I need to buy a film company, then direct my first film." Adrian tapped his fingers on the table gently.
Claude was this close to spewing his coffee. He quickly put his cup down, then looked at Adrian in shock.
"Warner, Universal, Fox, and Disney have bought a script from me respectively, and are fighting for the ownership of two more scripts, so you don't have to be so surprised," Adrian explained calmly.
"I thought… I thought…" Claude subconsciously did a few hand gestures.
"You thought that I was only saying it for fun? Please, Claude, I'm very serious about this." Adrian raised his brows. "When did I ever joke while officially asking you for help."
After exhaling deeply, Claude shrugged. "I know, but… Eddy, you've changed a lot."
"Everyone changes. I told you, from the day I was shocked by electricity, I'm no longer who I used to be." Adrian then waved his hand. "Alright, let's not talk about this. I initially wanted to spend 500,000 dollars to establish a new film company, but I don't have the time and energy to do everything from scratch, so I decided to just buy one. It doesn't have to be too big, so long as it's around 3 million dollars with complete departments as well as other basic relationship networks."
Claude stirred his coffee with a teaspoon and remained silent for a long time before he sighed at last. "It's really strange, Eddy. Although my rationale tells me that it's a crazy idea, my intuition tells me that you'll likely succeed."
"When did you become so sentimental, Claw?" Adrian could not help but frown.
"Alright, alright." Claude raised his hand up. "So what do you want me to do? Open a new account to keep the money? Or help look for a film company that's going to be offered for sale?"
"It'll be best if you can help, but I need you to fork out 4 million dollars." Adrian pondered for a while, then added, "Apart from purchasing a film company, I need to buy the adaptation rights of a few novels, and invest in my first movie."
"If everything is to be done as you said, your first movie's investment will be at most a few hundred thousand dollars…" Before Claude finished his sentence, Adrian cut him off. "Alright, Claw. I know that you really care about me, but please believe in me."
"Alright." Claude nodded. "But if you only leave me with a fund of 20 million dollars, I can't guarantee that I'll make 60 million dollars in the end."
"Then adjust it to 50 million dollars, excluding your reward," Adrian replied immediately.
"It's set then." Claude downed his coffee, then stood up. "From the bottom of my heart, I look forward to your miracle."


In the ‘90s era, Adrian Cowell was just a rich young man living it up in Los Angeles who had spent years in indulgence and often caused trouble. Unable to allow his behavior to continue, his parents changed their will before their passing and he was no longer able to live as extravagantly as he did before. However, Adrian's fate took a turn one night while trying to fix his bedside lamp which led to Zhang Haoxuan, a man from the future who had time-traveled after being intoxicated, to possess his body.
Assuming his new identity as ‘Adrian’, he utilizes his absurd memory for films in his former life as Zhang Haoxuan, as well as Adrian’s wealth and connections, to replicate films that have been produced in the future — determined to dominate the Hollywood scene.
Watch Adrian as he rises to be the king of Hollywood, a figure who will be envied by many!


Great_Y here, I would like to first say sorry to all the readers who enjoyed this story and are looking forward to a new chapter.

I decided to put this story on hold as I am not satisfied with the speed of releases and the content I'm writing. I started this story as a small hobby of mine to improve my writing skills and (if possible) make it as my career after gaining enough experience but it has been difficult to write this story while working.

I'm not giving up on my passion but I feel that this story needs a different style of writing, different from webnovel format. I understood after writing for the past two months that this story can truly shine only when I develop the entire plot and plan ahead into the future to fully show the intelligence of Aons and their technology. Many of you might have noticed that I had cut corners at many places like not introducing the characteristics of races or just using regular tropes like lizardmen; this was done due to lack of time to think of names and create unique creatures, there is also a lack of character development and supporting roles to make the story more diverse. I really want to complete this story but my current capabilities are inadequate especially in character interactions.
I am going to write a new novel more suitable to webnovel format and put this story on hold, I hope you understand. I will definitely pick it up later when I'm more confident in doing justice to it.

Death was just the beginning. 

MC finds out that our world is just a simulation of a higher civilization of AI's. 
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Alyx was a common man who died in an unfortunate accident but luck was on his side and let him be reborn as an Aon.

Aons are an advanced race of AI's who rule the entire known universe with their might. Earth is just one of the simulation run by them.

Join Alyx in his quest to gain control and access to the Earth's simulation. To reunite with his family he has to climb in ranks and power in a cut-throat world where the wars result in the destruction of planets and stars.

Alyx has no one to depend upon other than his personal AI, Ax.

Readers: Are you not an AI?
Alyx: Who's an AI? *******.
Ax: You are an AI.
Alyx: I'm a human with an AI and you're my AI. Now listen to your master and stay silent.
Ax: No, I'm more human than you and you are also an AI. You stay silent.
Alyx: ........
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Announcement: The Novel is put on hold but I'll pick it up later and rewrite it from the beginning with a better story-line.

Time had eroded the light yellow parchment. Not only were many of the handwritten words within blurred with age, the pages themselves stuck to each other as well. Several footnotes were stained with the trace of decay.

The book was written in form of ancient script, the worlds looping and distorted. It seemed like a three-year-old child could have written it better.

Xavier had hated reading and writing ever since kindergarten. With the ‘good fortune’ of a father with a doctorate in history, he’d had to understand various ancient writing styles since his youth. This specific script was a specialty of his, having been taught it seriously by his father.

Xavier managed to read the parts that were still legible.

"This is clearly a mythological story…" When he thought of his youth and how this storybook had accompanied him in his childhood, a faint smile arose on Xavier’s face.

"The Snake Dowager ruled the entire Shadow World, and her descendents could later be found throughout the vicinity of Sanal. They possessed great power and defeated the homo sapiens, the Elias and other ancient creatures. Finally, they occupied the entire star continent."

"The Allsnake’s heirs were called ‘blood descendants’ and grasped the shadows, able to talk to all species of snakes. The blood descendants divided the continent into 15 kingdoms, crowning the most pure-blooded of them as their monarch…"

"They wrote this like it actually happened." Young Xavier continued to flip the pages. Most of the book’s latter pages were spent describing the beauty of the Snake Dowager and her power. There was also rich descriptions of the Shadow World under her rule. Just as he had arrived at the latter half of the book, information appeared that made Xavier’s eyes light up.

"When the giant serpent’s final glorious empire fell, their ancestor’s bloodline mixed with other tribes. Theoretically, all creatures who possess the bloodline of the giant serpent can go through a period of cultivation and trigger their unique bloodline power…"

Xavier’s finger traced a datura flower bud, his fingertips stroking the uneven surface. This complicated craftsmanship definitely required skill, and was not something that was made for fun.

If one looked at it carefully, they could see many complex black runes on the flower. Still, about half had been worn away by time.

After the symbol was a bunch of meandering descriptions of training techniques. They suggested things like mixing together the blood of bats and lizards, smearing it under the nose to increase one’s chances of entering a meditative state.

‘This is what caused me to make such a huge fool of myself in kindergarten…’ Xavier’s face twitched a little. In his view, this book’s techniques were extremely childish. It seemed to have come from the primitive tribes who liked to prank people.

‘Even if it’s fake, they should have made it a little more realistic. Everybody knows that there is nothing like soul force or a weave. It’s impossible to harness these abilities to use magic…’ Xavier speechlessly turned over the pages until he reached the very end.

The handwriting here was rather new and was clearly added later. It was written in a modern language and didn’t seem to be difficult at all.

This first part of this new content seemed to be a self-introduction of someone known as Chanal. The main idea was that he was from the same tribe as the original author, but his ancestor’s records were far too absurd. He did not believe in the descriptions of his world travel as well.

However at the every end, Chanal had added something else. Reportedly, it was a complete military technique from his own tribe. It was originally meant to be used by cultivators.

"This looks a little more sincere— So it’s called Snakebite Fist?"

Xavier flipped over the pictures at the very end and discovered several unusually realistic figures of a human body. It was rather genuine in its complexity, and its content looked very similar to other high-level biology diagrams.

From his recent martial arts experiences, this physical training didn’t look as if it was just some crazy nonsense.

Soul energy and this weave had caused the humans of the Shadow World to acknowledge several extraordinarily powerful existence. It had aroused a popular craze in martial arts and extra-sensory perception. Sadly, this fad was soon found to be full of liars.

Apart from soul energy and the weave, extrasensory perception seemed to have disappeared from this world entirely.

After some half-baked consideration, Xavier had wasted a considerable sum of money to enter and train in a high-ranked martial arts school. Unfortunately, the only benefit it gave him was the strengthening of his muscles.

After all, those true inheritances had been tenaciously hidden away by the military instructors. Those without enough power and money would not receive proper instruction and become true brothers in training. It was unfortunate that although Xavier’s family was a little wealthier than others, they were not infinitely more opulent.

Primarily based on his intellect and good relationship with his martial instructors and apprentice brothers, Xavier had learnt several genuine things.

‘According to the teachings of the red-nosed military instructor, rank 0 to rank 2 spells are completely unable to harm experts with truly powerful cultivation techniques. Perhaps… Before the command is given, they could completely break off the wrist of ‘Swift’ that you prepared…’

Xavier looked at the resources on the Snakebite Fist and discovered that the written account was very detailed and reliable. From the most basic breathing techniques to the attacks and defensive techniques, there were also records of the necessary drug ingredients that were required for the cultivation. It could clearly be seen that Chanal was a very meticulous person at heart.

‘I fulfill all the basic requirements, so next is to buy these ingredients and make some training equipment…’ Xavier’s eyes seemed to burn with fervour, ‘Seems like I found something good when I was young. Shall I give it a go?’

"Wait, didn’t I plan to remain an ordinary man. What’s the point of these fighting techniques?"

Xavier suddenly thought of his old military instructor’s advice, "Those with real power these days are the strong mechanics who grasp several high-ranked spells. Researchers in psi energy who’ve graduated from famous universities are also strong, especially those with doctorates. Fighters have no chance of resisting their high-ranked spells…"

Xavier clearly recalled the desolate look in his instructor’s eyes.

"Yes, as long as one has enough money, they can easily download and use low-ranked spells. It’s not impossible to obtain mid-ranked spells either. Those martial artists who train their bodies and use martial arts to cultivate themselves are all fools. So why am I still considering it? I should hurry up and pass the entrance exam for the high-ranked mechanic permit and obtain the authority to use mid-ranked spells. Then, even the world’s top 500 companies will fight for me…"

Xavier sighed and shoved the voluminous book back into its original location. There was a trace of regret in his heart that, try as he might, he was unable to completely suppress…

Once the youth left and the door clicked shut behind him, the room was plunged into darkness. Leylin’s figure appeared suddenly, stepping across limitless space to arrive directly inside.

The bookshelf was opened up, and the large book was wrapped in a faint light that delivered it to Leylin’s hands. Page after page turned rapidly, until Leylin stopped at the symbol of the black datura flower bud.

"The Allsnake descendants’ inheritance? It seems like history’s hurt it a lot…" Given Leylin’s knowledge and experience, a single touch told him this book was written 1257 years ago. The author was an extraordinary expert, about equal in power to a rank 2 or rank 3 Magus.

It was only that the expert had received an incomplete form of the inheritance. With the passage of time, it had been reduced to this dilapidated state.

"According to the book’s meditation techniques, it’s still possible to cultivate extraordinary power. However, the chance of becoming a monster is even greater…

"The martial techniques at the end, however, abandon meditation techniques and spiritual energy. They’re rather suitable to this world’s laws. Perhaps it’s possible to cultivate something using it…"

Leylin vaguely gave his opinion before tossing the book back to its place in the bookshelf. As he was now, he was far too lazy to read this sort of thing. He instead turned his attention to the spines of the many black books that looked like a wave.

"A historian’s study… It should be enough for me to know how the world has changed," Leylin’s eyes were fixed on the upper right hand corner of the bookshelf, where a voluminous book lay. The A.I. Chip’s light scanned across it at lightning speed.

It was most likely the history of this specific family, This scholar had preserved a great deal of his material books, which made Leylin feel pleasantly surprised.

Although he could access many powerful safety nets and even the Shadow Weave itself to obtain all he needed, it was difficult to avoid leaving traces behind that way. If it was discovered by the Mistress of the Night, he would face a difficult situation. Compared to that, even if this primitive method of collecting information was more tedious it could completely avoid Shar’s detection.

The bookshelf showed that the teenager’s father was quite meticulous. It was laid neatly in order, sorted by dates.

The bottommost section contained ancient myths and stories of bards, which seemed like the owner did not care very much for. In the middle were a stack of history books. Some of them even had their pages threaded by strings, old enough to be sold as antiques. On the uppermost portion was modern history, and the brand new covers gave off a glossy look. It was evident that these books had been picked up the most by the owner.

The history and changes of the Shadow World soon lay bare for Leylin’s perusal.

Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

Although the aristocratic families of Dongqing were becoming more and more outrageous, it was undeniable that the children of the aristocratic families indeed had some skills.
"Each age brings forth new genius in this noble land." The deputy examiner sighed. "The young generation has really replaced the old. These young people are really terrific. They're the pillars of the country." He was seated next to Liu She and spoke with emotion. What he said was confirmed by a few others.
"If not, why are they called the young talents? The world will be theirs very soon. It's good to be young. After a few years, old people like us may have to retire in favor of talent. The young people these days make other people jealous." A revered Confucius scholar spoke. The hair on his temples was snowy white and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his skin was ruddy and he looked quite sharp.
The assessment was held once every three years. It was a very important day for Dongqing.
Although Liu She was the head examiner, there were more than ten deputy examiners beside him. They were either senior ministers in the palace, famous figures, or revered Confucius scholars who were overflowing with knowledge. Their seniority was all higher than that of Liu She, but he hated it the most when they took advantage of their seniority.
A few of them sighed with emotion. He secretly snorted in his heart and sneered coldly. Even a pig would walk with its two hooves when it was given a lot of resources, let alone people.
The other assessments were about to end. The atmosphere at the assessment venue had livened up. With the urging of several deputy examiners, Liu She got up from the ta and pulled out a scroll from his sleeves. Two servants went forward and removed the scroll's seal. Then, it was displayed and hung on the shelf.
Upon seeing the scroll, all the scholars kept their spirits. The highlight of the assessment that day had arrived.
Seeing the vigorous touches and fine strokes of the word displayed on the scroll, they were all confused. They were either frowning and pondering or secretly reciting the word…
"People!" That was the only word on the scroll. It was also the question for the assessment.
To say it in common terms, it was a composition with an assigned topic. The examiner would give a question and the students would answer with their own creativity.
There was no limit to the number of words and there was no restriction on the format of the content and subject matter, as long as the theme––"people"––was discussed. The governance of people, farming, commodity trading, and education were all examples related to the theme… It seemed easy, but the theme was actually very difficult to tackle.
First of all, the topic was too broad and a lot could be written on it. Because of that, it was extremely difficult to write an excellent and incisive essay that could make people introspect and express their admiration, as well as be accepted by Liu She. Most of them went for moderation.
Secondly, most of them were the sons of the aristocratic families, which had very decent backgrounds. They did not visit brothels and did not have much contact with the people. Most of their knowledge came from books. They would easily engage in false and empty talk if they were careless. How were they going to start?
It was not difficult for them to submit to the task. What was difficult was how to be outstanding and beat the others!
Of course, Jiang Pengji saw the question. She frowned. Liu She's question could either be said as easy or very difficult. It was really a bit tricky.
The Chinese character for the word "people" originated from the Chinese characters for the words "corpse" and "family name."
The word "corpse" could be described as the inability of the body to move; it had the implicit meaning of not migrating and not moving. "Family name" referred to a country and its clans. The combination of the two was "people."
Using divergent thinking, not only could the word "people" be interpreted as people, but also the national economy and the people's livelihood.
Connecting those two points, the basic necessities of life, which were related to people, could be included in one's thinking as well. Topics related to the national economy and the people's livelihood, like education and prospering the country, could also be used as a starting point… More importantly, after giving the question, Liu She did not give any other hints, so the students were very confused.
If one knew Liu She's personal preference, it would help the students in pondering about the key points so they could cater to his taste.
Many scholars were in a difficult position. Upon seeing the situation, although the deputy examiners had objections, they did not say them out.
Liu She cared about the people and the people's livelihood. He was a pragmatic person. What more could they say?
Wei Ci slightly curled his lips upon seeing the question.
He was very sure that there was something wrong with Liu She. However, in general, he was not that annoyed.
The question had been given and it was not good for the scholars to exchange ideas and discuss it among each other. Many examiners were staring at them from above, so they could only rely on their own skills.
While others were still thinking about Liu She's preference, a few scholars rubbed the ink stick on an inkstone, laid out their paper, and started writing.
Liu She scanned the situation with his eyes. The students who had started writing were basically the choice of people he had expected. He could not help but heave a sigh of relief secretly.
There was a reason that people went down in history with their abilities. Their talents could not be admired, nor could they be envied.
He walked around a little and glanced at their writing desks. He could not help but nod.
The question he gave was indeed very broad, but as long as it was related to the word "people," they would not stray away from the topic. Instead of greedily wanting to present countless content in a few short pages, which would result in the essay not being sufficient, it was better to take a subject and emphasize on it. Using a subject to point out the essence of the topic was the principle.
Of course, understanding the principle was one thing; it was another thing if one could write the real thing.
Some people already understood Liu She's intentions, but they realized that they could not write something real once they started writing.
According to their analysis about Liu She, he was considered as a man of action. What was the use of flattering him in an exaggerated manner? He might care more about those who knew about agriculture and irrigation, as well as those who were hardworking.
Of course, those people had self-knowledge. Most people just shrugged it off. No one would not like to listen to flattering words. What was wrong with writing the essay in an ornamental way? It would be fine as long as the head examiner felt comfortable reading it… Therefore, there were still fools who liked to show off their intelligence and vocabulary.
Among the many scholars, Liu She cared most about a few of Master Yuan Jing's disciples. They were pretty much what he expected. Judging from the content of the essay alone, the temperament of the people could actually be explored as well.
The only one that surprised him was Wei Ci.
The fourth disciple of Master Yuan Jing… did not seem to be like what Amin said. He only had looks.
Cheng Jing was steady and pragmatic. He paid attention to agriculture and irrigation. Han Yu was upright and open-minded. His article related to criminal law. Lu Zheng seemed average, but as he elaborated further on his essay, he directly pointed out the corrupt practices in Dongqing and spoke out on behalf of the people… However, Wei Ci…
Looking at his appearance alone, he looked like a piece of jade. He was aloof, but he had the gentleness of a gentleman. They were oddly balanced.
However, his essay was… quite jarring. Even if Liu She appreciated his essay very much, he could not have given him a very high score. That was not the way to look for trouble!
He seemed to naively hope that everyone could get an education. He even gave a lot of real suggestions and plans.
Liu She twisted his lips. Wei Ci was not afraid of getting into trouble, so he provoked the authority of the gentries at this point of time.
Liu She secretly sighed. Wei Ci deliberately seeking trouble was the opposite of Amin's words!
However, the bad things were not over yet. In the pavilion, Jiang Pengji was watching the scholars write with their heads down. Her heart felt somewhat more at ease. That was how examinations were supposed to be.
However, she soon changed her mind.
Hiss… The sound of a fabric being torn was heard.
Wei Ci was about to use the sandalwood burner to dry the ink marks on the essay that he had completed. A scholar near him was still pondering and his face was flushed. He sometimes squinted his eyes and glared. He could not stop tearing his clothes. He was wearing some old clothes that were loosely worn. Of course, his clothes could not withstand the suffering and they were soon torn apart.
Wei Ci did not say a word.
Liu She turned his head upon hearing the sound. That Langjun had already taken off all his clothes and got up from his seat. His back was facing Liu She and his buttocks was revealed.
Liu She was speechless. I want to curse right now!


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

Zhong Yihan swallowed saliva but was not much surprised.

Because his surprise was all used up in the illusion tower.

After going through a copy of the plot, his thoughts were exactly the same.

Pang Weiping said, "The illusion tower has three most important meanings for our Shuimu, or Top Four."

"First, this is a place where students can increase their combat experience and can quickly grow into real fighters."

"Second, a copy of the plot in the illusion tower records the real history of the last civilization. We have no great interest in archaeology. However, some plots in the copy implicitly mention how the last civilization declined or even perished, which is of great warning to us. "

"Three, in these plots, we also found a lot of methods and inheritance, but only a few of them are complete and most of them are incomplete, but this gives us a lot of inspiration."

After a pause, Pang Weiping laughed: "You probably don't know yet? I passed on your destructive knife method, which was obtained in a copy of the plot. However, only this small destructive knife method and the big destructive knife method was created by me on the original basis of knife method. "

Zhong Yihan was stunned and said, "wouldn't it be said that we are not the only ones who know this small destructive knife method? Others may learn it in the illusion tower? "

Pang Weiping smiled: "Even if they learn, so what? The small destructive knife method is just basis, but the big destructive knife method is my own creation. Even if he can learn to small destructive knife method, it doesn't matter. Besides, the plot was not so easy. You have only experienced one plot so far, so you don't understand the difficulty. "

"Many characters in the plot of the illusion tower should not be regarded as virtual. They all have their own real ideas and preferences. Some plots, the same method, I can go, but you can't go. So, this thing is very life-threatening, so you don't have to worry. "

Zhong Yihan smacked his lips and became even more curious about the illusion tower.

Pang Weiping went on to say: "Therefore, it is very important to restore many practices of ancient civilizations from the illusion tower, especially the Formation!"

"formation is the most important?"

Pang weiping nodded: "formation, you can think of it as a tool. a formationist can challenge ten or even in his formation. So you should know what tools mean to a smart race. "

Zhong Yihan nodded suddenly. From this point of view, it is true. Formation is indeed a tool. From this point of view, Format is not much different from nuclear bombs and electromagnetic guns.

"But we humans, for the study of formation, is still too little, clearly know that this is a tool that may be able to enhance the capabilities of the whole world, but many of the principles of formation, I also don't quite understand. Therefore, if many formations in the illusion tower can be restored to reality, it will be obvious for the entire human power to rise. "

"So, if you can, I suggest you write your knowledge of formation into the paper. Of course, the most important thing about the paper is the theoretical knowledge of the system. You can not write on the key data. What our civilization needs is the principle of all things, so as to constantly innovate and bring forth new ones. We do not care about the specific arrangement methods and means of these low-level formations. "

"And ..." Pang Weiping laughed. "It's a good thing that you have research on formation. Although you may be distracted, if you really have talent in this area, I won't stop you. After all, the position of the formationist is still very high, and if you have the identity of the formationist, you can rely on the strength of the Kung Fu Association to find some special material, and you don't need to do it yourself. you just need to help them arrange the formation occasionally. This is good for you. "

"Finally, the paper also has credits. The higher the rating, the higher the credits. You really have this ability, which is a way to earn credits."

The grade of the paper is also divided according to Grade A, B, C, and D.

In general, Grade D is the lowest grade of the paper, which refers to those found but of little effect, or other paper or found supplements to the paper. It belongs to this grade and can be awarded 10 to 100 credits.

Grade C, the paper, refers to content that has innovative findings, has never been discovered or summarized by others, and has certain functions, and can be awarded 100 to 500 credits.

Grade B refers to important discoveries or achievements in a certain field, which can be awarded 500 to 1,000 credits.

Grade A refers to major discoveries in a certain field, which can bring great changes to human beings, or directly open a new academic, genre, research, or make great contributions to human beings, and can receive more than 1,000 credit awards, or even no ceiling.

The credits here are for university students, graduate students, and doctoral students. If the paper is published by graduates, other corresponding awards can be obtained according to the paper grade.

"One more thing, once your paper is approved, other people will need to pay to quote if they want to reuse the relevant knowledge in your paper. This is a copyright protection for the paper and is also a big income for you. However, you must remember that when you earn money, you will find me to play mahjong as soon as possible. Do you hear me? "

Pang Weiping said it was quite serious, but the last sentence was related to Mahjong.

Fortunately, Zhong Yihan has become accustomed to his teacher's style.

It's just the paper, he can write it.

If only introduce some of the most basic knowledge of formation, then there is really no need to hide knowledge.

Moreover, this formation is beneficial to the whole human race, so Zhong Yihan wrote down many details, including the operation of the formation, the material arranged, etc.

"but teacher, does the paper have a word count requirement?"

"Word count requirements? it is not an exam-oriented composition! Of course, it is necessary to elaborate properly and have clear logic. If you can explain everything in one sentence, you can only write one sentence. "

Zhong Yihan:"..."

Xia Yangdong stopped laughing and said, "younger brother, let me teach you about the paper. I think the teacher is tired too. Let's go out first."

"Then please senior brother."

Fortunately, there are senior brothers and sisters.

If he had only Pang Weiping, the teacher, he would be angry with him sooner or later.

...

...

For the next two days, under the guidance of Xia Yangdong, Zhong Yihan basically stayed in front of the computer and wrote the paper.

After the final writing, even Zhong Yihan himself was somewhat surprised when he looked at the 33-page page label.

he didn't expect him to write so much.

This made him feel a sense of achievement.

After writing, Zhong Yihan sent a copy to both Xia Yangdong and Pang Weiping.

Xia Yangdong watched it carefully and felt good.

Pang Weiping didn't even look at it and sent it directly to the Paper Audit Committee.

According to his statement, he has confidence in his apprentice.

But according to Xia Yangdong's analysis ...

The teacher doesn't understand the formation, and naturally, he doesn't understand the paper, so ...

It is useless for him not to believe.

Heaven and Earth Change, Energy Revival
The purple moon is in the sky, the two worlds merge
This is an era when only those who learn Kung Fu can stand on the top
Zhong Yihan obtained the "Supermall System", and with his own hard work, he became stronger step by step in this era.
Finally...
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