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Chapter 15. Daedongyeojido, Part II

Translator: Khan
Editor: RED
 

4.
The destructive power created Kim Tae-hoon's fist was enormous yet horrifying. The wall crumbled like a cookie. Splatter! The parts of the wall fell to the floor like a piece of a cookie. 

'Ah!'  However, Jang Sung-hoon was not surprised by Kim Tae-hoon's fist. All he could see was a ball of translucent vinyl through the broken wall. 

Tap tap!  Kim Tae-hoon took the plastic bag out of the wall and immediately handed it to Jang Sung-hoon. Jang Sung-hoon accepted it carefully and began to release the plastic. After the plastic was removed from the skin, a luxurious blue roll of silk appeared. 

'It's not a common silk.'  The silk itself looked like a very high-quality product. The texture was the same. Jang Sung-hoon's touch revealed that the silk was not a relic, but quality silk that was not cheap. Yet it was nothing compared to what was hiding inside the silk. 

"… this is so ridiculous." 

A book was revealed within the silk. It was an old book, which could be looked to a normal person as an ordinary book. 

'How could this be here?' The letters written on the cover of the book in black ink were enough to make Jang Sung-hoon's mind go dark. 

Daedongyeojido 大東輿地圖 

"… it's Daedongyeojido." 

Daedongyeojido. 
What kind of explanation was needed? 
It was the most precious thing Gosanja Kim Jeong-ho had seen in his whole life, and it was also a heritage for future generations. For them to explain and evaluate it would just be ridiculous. 

"It's different from the Daedongyeojido that I know." 

"This is the wood-block printed version. To be exact, the Daedongyeojido was made of wood blocks. The Daedongyeojido we see in the textbooks was combined from each wood-block printed version made of wood-block like a puzzle. And this is… probably an unpublished wood-block printed version," Jang Sung-hoon explained. 

At that moment, he recalled the rumor that a wood-block printed version of Daedongyeojido that was not released to the world was floating around. "I heard a rumor, but I thought it was fake…" 

But honestly, when he heard the rumor, he thought it was false. Those kinds of rumors were everywhere, and if it were a wood-block printed version of Daedongyeojido, it would not be just a thing floating around by just rumors. If it were real, very big hands would have moved to take it. 

But the rumor was true. And the owner was Baek Sung-taek! 'So he kept it in the wall. Yeah, it's worth keeping it in the wall. A thief can't trust a safe.'
 
Jang Sung-hoon, who held Daedongyeojido in his hand, asked in return, "How did you know it was in the wall?"
 
His Eyes of the Black Snake only saw something in detail, but there was no such ability as seeing through.
 
It meant that he did not have the ability to see through the wall. However, Kim Tae-hoon, as if it were perfectly natural, punched the wall without any hesitation.
 
"That's the only part of the wall that has a different texture."
 
"Different texture? Did you see it with your Eyes?"
 
Instead of answering, Kim Tae-hoon's eyes turned black again. With the Eyes of Black Snake, he looked at the wood-block printed version of Daedongyeojido which Jang Sung-hoon held in his hands.
 
==[Daedongyeojido]
- Relic Grade: Grade 4
- Relic Value: Special
- Relic Effect: The location of monsters are displayed on the map.]==
 
Jang Sung-hoon also immediately took out his smartphone and confirmed the ability of Daedongyeojido.
 
Jang Sung-hoon, who had confirmed its ability, began to flip the pages of the book carefully, with his surprised look.
 
Flip-flip! With the sound of turning over the pages, he scanned the great map of Daedongyeojido, which was divided into pieces.
 
At the same time, he began to combine the pieces of the map mentally. It was one of his talents.
 
A person who was not capable could not make counterfeit goods. He had to be able to make counterfeit goods that could deceive others; when he saw the original art, he could recall it perfectly later and then recreate the same in reality.
 
It was not difficult for Jang Sung-hoon to complete the integrated map in his mind while looking at the broken pieces of the map.
 
Flip! As soon as Jang Sung-hoon saw the last page, the map was completed in his mind.
 
"This map is a kind of map nucleus." He quickly figured out its characteristics.
 
"A map nucleus?" Kim Tae-hoon put his head a little to one side. The game term was not familiar to him.
 
Jang Sung-hoon began to explain for him. His fingers began to scan the wood-block printed version of Daedongyeojido again.
 
Soon his hand stopped, and he showed the page to Kim Tae-hoon. A lot of red and orange lights were clustered on the map which was broken to pieces.
 
"This is the map of the place that is now Bucheon."
 
"These lights…"
 
"... mark the monsters."
 
"In detail."
 
"It marks the monsters around, starting with the owner of the map. It's like a radar. It can show small things close by, but those far away can only show big ones. The small ones here mean the weak monsters, and the big ones mean the powerful monsters."
 
One question came to mind when Kim Tae-hoon heard this. "What's the highest level of monsters we've ever seen?"
 
"There is a dark blue light on Mt. Halla and Mt. Baekdu in Jeju Island."
 
Dark blue meant that there was a monster of the same grade as the dragon at the beginning and the end of the Korean Peninsula.
 
That was not good news.
 
It was a kind of evidence that this world had become so much more miserable than they had imagined.
 
But there was something else they had to worry about right now; an orange light and a red light were moving on the map!
 
That meant the monsters were moving!
 
"Take only what's important."
 
"Yes."
 
5.
 
It was Brown Goblins, attacking the cleaners who were working the road cleared by Kim Tae-hoon. They were familiar monsters to the Mac Clan's soldiers and Bang Hyun-wook.
 
"Everybody, get on the truck!"
 
A Brown Goblin itself was weak. An ordinary armed adult man could sufficiently deal with it.
 
Kieee!
 
The problem was that Brown Goblins moved under the command of a Hobgoblin, not individually. Moreover, the unique spell of the Hobgoblin took away the pain and fear from Brown Goblins.
 
The monsters who lost their pain and horror were terrifying over the imagination. The ferocious waves of the monster groups, numbering more than a hundred, destroyed the fighting spirit of those who faced them, before the fight.
 
"Awooo!"
 
In front of this scene, Bang Hyun-wook used the Howling power which he had acquired by eating the monster stone of a Black Wolf given by Kim Tae-hoon.
 
He dashed toward the Brown Goblins running at him, with the Howling. It was to earn some time and to express his confidence at the same time.
 
"I'll kill you all!" At the shout, Bang Hyun-wook's Energy churned. The Energy made his whole body grow stronger.
 
Except for Kim Tae-hoon, he had the highest stats in Strength and Health among the Awakeners. Therefore, being stronger than before would be a terrifying thing for the Brown Goblins that had to face him.
 
Moreover, he was wrapped by the leather armor of the Black Orc.
 
The leather of the Black Orc was not as strong as the leather of the Black Snake, but it was not the leather which the teeth or the nails of the Brown Goblins could do anything to. Therefore, the battlefield that Bang Hyun-wook threw himself into was like a free batting practice for him.
 
'Free batting is that you set the ball and hit it with a bat, free.' 

There only difference was that a Brown Goblin's head was in place, instead of the ball.
 
Bang! So Bang Hyun-wook started to go crazy. Meanwhile, the Mac Clan's soldiers in the truck also passed Bang Hyun-wook, and began to pull the trigger at the approaching Brown Goblins.
 
Tutu! Now their shots were controlled, not wasting bullets, and not pointing guns at allies. No one was as frightened as before and just fired blindly toward the Brown Goblins.
 
"Kieee!"
 
Of course, the Goblins that ran into controlled gunshots began to fall rapidly. Nevertheless, the rush of Brown Goblins gradually narrowed the distance to the truck. There was no stopping them. They seemed to be getting faster every time they stepped on a dead colleague.
 
Kieee! The same was true of the anger in their eyes. The death throes of their companions fanned their anger. 

It was a featherless arrow from somewhere that reversed the situation.
 
Swish!
 
The movement of the arrow that appeared was similar to that of a skilled person sewing beads. The arrow began to move like it was sewing the heads of the Brown Goblins.
 
Bloosh! The running Brown Goblins began to fall to the ground like puppets with cut strings, some falling on them and others falling on them again, then a wall was made.
 
Kieeek!The remaining Goblins fell to the ground, piling onto the bodies of their fellows. It was total chaos. In this ridiculous situation, the survivors were surprised at this absurd jaw-dropping scene, but not for long.
 
"Wooooooow!"
 
There was no reason to doubt who created this ridiculous sight.
 
"Master! Master is here!"
 
The main character was like a savior to those here now. A real Messiah.
 
There was no one who would not be proud at the appearance of their savior.
 
"Master is here!"
 
"Kill them all!"
 
So now the eyes of those facing the Brown Goblins began to burn. The spirit they created reached the Hobgoblin, who was commanding the Brown Goblins far away.
 
Kirr kirrk!
 
The Hobgoblin shuddered at the spirit that crushed the madness it had created. It was its last act. 

His shivering head fell to the ground. A well-prepared Sword had sliced through the Hobgoblin's neck. At the same time, the pain and horror taken away were returned to the Brown Goblins.
 
Kiee! Kii, kiii! The Brown Goblins, again feeling pain and horror, began to run away speaking weak death throes. 

Bang Hyun-wook looked at the Goblins who ran away silently, and he saw Kim Tae-hoon, who came back after finishing everything.
 
6.
 
Jang Sung-hoon carefully wrapped Daedongyeojido and the writing of Choosa Kim Jeong-hee with silk. However, he didn't need to. When they became the relics, they gained new lives. There was no need to worry about them getting worn out. But he could not dare do otherwise.
 
'I never thought I would get this treasure.'
 
To mistreat a relic which could be only described with the word 'treasure' dared not be done by those who devoted their passion and dreams to art. 

Jang Sung-hoon prepared a bag to put the precious treasure in. The bag was also a bag containing important things that he always had to carry.
 
"Eh?"
 
 For example, it had a crystal glass decorated with gold that contained red liquid.

The world has changed and so have the people.

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

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

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

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

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

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**A licensed novel from Munpia**

"Finally... I'm done with the dishes... " I wiped sweat awat from my forehead. "I'm starting to feel a little sticky... " I haven't taken a bath for a day. I don't have any clothes with me. Should I borrow some from Joshua? "Hey Joshua, can I borrow some clothes? I want to take a bath... " He seems to be distracted.   "Uhhh... Um sure! Sure! Choose from any of the clothes inside the drawers. "Alright. Thanks. I'll go ahead and take a bath now. " 

     I went inside the bathroom. "Well this is different. There is a sink, a mirror, a toilet and some sort of fabric hanging on a pole. There seems to be no bath inside. "How am I supposed to take a bath? " I went further inside the room. The fabric was covering another portion of the bathroom. I went inside and I saw some sort of contraption on the wall. I turned a knob-like thing on the wall. "What the?! " Water rushed through some sort of a pipe above the knob thing. I hurriedly turned the knob to the opposite direction. "Aww... Now my clothes are wet. I removed my wet garments and placed them over the toilet. I turned the knob again and I started to take a bath. "Ahhh... This is refreshing... " After a while, I finished my bath. "Mmmh... That was wonderful. I feel like a new woman. Now where did I put my towel? " I searched around the bathroom for the towel. "Eh? " I can't find it. 



     "There's still no discussions about UR partner cards... " I scrolled down the breadeat forums for a while. It seems that I am the only one who pulled a UR partner card. "Well. I don't want anyone to know about this anyway. Things might get a bit salty if they knew about this. " I closed my phone and I looked at the clock. "Huh? It's already 12:45? She's been in the bathroom for about an hour already. Do girls take very long baths? " *Yawn* 


     "Hnnnn... I've been stuck in here for a while now... " What should I do? What should I do?! Should I call Joshua? I slightly opened the door and I took a peek. Joshua seems to be asleep. "Should I just make a run for the dressing room? But what if he wakes up?? " I knocked on the door to see if he will wake up. *knock knock* He didn't wake up. "Oh good.. I can make a run for it. *Slip* "Wah! " *Blam* "Huh? What? " He woke up! He blinked a few times and said "Ehh? What are you doing over there? " 



     *Blam* "Uh.. What was that?" Huh? Wait? WHOAAAAAAAAA! WHAT THE FUCK?!  Why is she sitting naked on the floor? What should I do should I help her? I know! I should play it cool! "Ehh? What are you doing over there? " "Uwahh! " She tried cover herself with her hands. "D-d-don't look! " Ehhh?!! How could I possibly not look? She really has a nice figure... Her skin looks so smooth... And she's really...  How do I put this?... Well endowed... And her thighs... I remembered something a wise man once said... 'I want them to sandwich me... Amelia grabbed her rapier which was leaning on the wall. She then unsheathed it and pointed the blade towards me. "W-why are you still looking?! "  Her face is so red. She looks like she's about to cry. Ahh right... "Just let me savor the moment a bit. " I muttered unconsciously. "What?!?! " "N-nothing... Put that thingy down..." I stood up and headed towards the dresser. I took a bath tower and threw it to Amelia. "Don't just sit there. You're gonna get sick. " "I'll go out for a bit okay? " "You should've went out right away!!! " Joshua went out the door. 




     "Thank you for the feast. " I silently muttered before turning around and exiting thr door. Ahhh... Did I die and go to heaven? I must've looked like a complete pervert. I think I stared at her for too long. But who could blame me? At least I didn't wuss out and stood up like a man! Although I guess I should apologize to her. But that will make me look like I did something wrong? It's not wrong to appreciate art right?! I mean you can't see such beauty somewhere else right?! Why am I trying to convince myself I did nothing wrong?! Just act cool Joshua! Just act cool! 




     "Huuuuuuu.....  This is horrible... I feel so dirty... Now I'll never get married! " I returned the rapier and slowly stood up. "Arghhh.. Should I take a bath again? " I took a quick bath and I headed to the dressing room. "Ehhh.. There's nothing here that fits me... " I decided to get the most comfortable looking shirt and a pair of shorts. "I guess this will do... " The shirt is too long... It looks like a dress... "You could come in now... " I said. "You sure? " Joshua replied. "Yeah." Joshua entered the room with his hands inside his pockets. "Hmm... Those clothes are too big for you. " Joshua said calmly. Eh? Why is he so calm? Is he not embarrassed by the situation earlier? "W-well! All of the clothes in the dresser do not fit me! " "Ahhh. I see. Don't tell me you're not wearing anything underneath. " "W-wha?! N-no! I! I'm wearing a pair of shorts. " "Ahhh. I thought you liked that sort of thing. " "What?! I wouldn't do such indecent t-things! " My goodness! What does this man take me for??? "Oh yeah. Amelia. What the hell happened earlier? " Eeep!  "I uh... I..  I forgot to bring a towel and I slipped while I was running to the dressing room. " "Ahh. I see. Don't run while you're wet. You're really gonna slip like before if you do. " "Well then. Let's sleep. It's already way too late. I still have work tomorrow. "

     We prepared for sleep. Joshua lied down on the floor and I lied down on the bed. He appears to be asleep. "What's with that guy... " I said silently. "Doesn't he feel any shame or embarrassment? " "Hnnnnnn. Maybe he's just a pervert? " But he didn't take advantage of me. "Maybe he's a chivalrous pervert? "

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I closed the door to my room and faced the double-faced Kross. I said:
"Who the fuck is she?"
"Chill it, Oscar. She is who she says she is. A surgeon working here under a contract with the UN. Officially."
"And unofficially?"
"She might be doing a little work for SDECE - for the French intelligence service."
"She's a fucking spy!"
"She's not a fucking spy, and you're fucking stupid. She might be a source for the French, but chances are she isn't even aware of it."
"What!?" He shook his head and gave me a reproachful look. Then he said:
"It usually goes like this: you have a friend. You have a beer with your friend and talk about what you've been up to, oh I drove down to Abidjan to get some shopping done and I ran into those two guys. Then the friend goes and writes a report. Got it? What did you think, that spies have I AM A SPY printed on their foreheads?"
"If she isn't aware she's being used, what was that crack about cars equipped with machine guns?"
He smiled thinly and said:
"I told you I drove armored cars for a living at one point. And like most sensible people, she doesn't like guns."
"You  like guns."
"I belong to the sensible minority that does," he said.
"Don't bullshit me," I said. "She sounded too suspicious. She didn't meet you while you were driving an armored car, did she? She knew."

He let out an irritated snort and shifted his weight from one foot to the other and said:
"Yes, that's exactly how we met, while I was driving around in a fucking armored car. Look, we can go over everything later. We can spend all afternoon and evening tomorrow, if you like. But right now I've got her waiting for me."

This I knew to be true; as we parted company with Mireille, Kross offered assistance in getting her shopping to her car. She wasn't staying at the megahotel; she was just shopping there. Apparently, that was what a lot of whites did, belonging as they did to the local consumer aristocracy. That's the aristocracy of our modern, democratic times: he who pays most is the most noble.

I stared at Kross for a while. Then I said:
"Okay. There are still a couple of questions I need answered tonight. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow I have the whole day to relax, right? Tonight."
"That's my boy," he said. He actually reached out and patted me on my arm. "I'll see you later." And he fucked off, leaving me alone in my room.

It wasn't a bad room to be left alone in; it definitely ranked among the top ten hotel rooms in my life. Like the other nine, it was built to international jetsetter standard, and could have equally well belonged in a hotel located in Paris or New York: true home away from home. The big bed's carved headboard and a couple of pictures (antelopes loping through long yellow savannah grass, a very happy, young, very pretty African female with a bunch of green bananas) indicated the room, and its accompanying bathroom, were in fact located in Africa.

However, the bathroom - and particularly the space-age toilet - were extremely unAfrican. Made of stainless steel, the toilet was a beautifully designed piece. It was the ultimate receptacle for jetsetter waste, and its oval promise was echoed in the stainless steel bidet under the opposing wall. Hygiene-minded jetsetters could hold mini-conferences in this bathroom, the bidet-sitter releasing a warm, comforting spray on the gonads as needed. It would be nice to immobilize Kross there, legs splayed right over the spray nozzle, then switch the water to boiling hot prior to asking a few questions. Question number one would ask Kross to explain what Mireille meant by mischief, no offhand remarks about driving armored cars accepted. Question number two would be whether we really were going to visit her.

I  wanted to see her. I had lots of questions for her, too. Once she'd revealed herself as a surgeon, Mireille changed. It was as if bringing it up had reminded her of the right code of conduct for a professional woman. She became politely friendly with Kross, and friendly polite with me (I didn't mind; I'd just noticed she didn't wear a wedding band).

There were no further remarks about guns or mischief, and she didn't retract or water down her invitation. When we were saying goodbye, she actually said 'see you' to me. What was best, she hadn't cracked a single joke about my name, looks, and the Academy Awards. I hadn't been so smitten by a woman in a long, long time.

I groaned and sat down on the bed. This reminded me of the many useless hours spent in the room next to the toilet, so I moved into the armchair that had been thoughtfully positioned by the window. I couldn't see the lagoon or the office towers. All I could see was night, with a scattering of lights both above and below. Even the moon had fucked off somewhere else; it had better things to do than to be watched by Oscar Hansen. I cast a couple of longing glances at the mini bar, giving my willpower a good workout. I got up and walked around the room once again, stopping to prod a button on the big hotel TV - much bigger than the one I'd had back in my world class home. It burst into life with a spastic crackle, eventually rewarding me with a closeup of an unshaven man mouthing a big breast that had a nipple the size of the business end of the average liquor bottle. There were two fairly long black hairs growing next to the nipple: very unprofessional.

I switched the TV off, feinted towards the mini bar and ended up sitting in the armchair yet again. I sat there, drinkless, and looked at the night. It held no answer; night never does. Neither does the day, but it looks better. It looks as if there was an answer or two - somewhere.

I had a long wait. Kross returned late: my adjusted, re-synchronized watch told me it was nearly eleven local time. By then, I had added several questions to the original Kross list, the most pressing of which was, of course, the most common question asked by fellow travelers, or where the fuck have you been. But it became apparent that all questions will have to wait when he entered.

He brought two women with him, two good-looking hotel whores. They were both mulattas with long, snakelike braided hair: twenty-year-old modern Medusas wearing skimpy vinyl. One had white vinyl hot pants and a black vinyl vest. The other had a black vinyl miniskirt and a white vinyl bolero. It was impossible not to imagine them going down on each other. I said:

"Kross. What the fuck is this?"
"This," he said, "Is Angelique. And this is Monique. They both speak English. They've been around."

He put his arms around them as he spoke, and they giggled appreciatively. The three of them had been drinking or doing drugs or both. They were high, but they were in control. They were true professionals.

"Hello," the white hot pants said to me. She was the slightly uglier one, but still very good-looking. They both had a shining if slightly creaky future in their chosen business. I said:
"I repeat. What the fuck is this?"
"I saw the way you looked at Mireille, and thought it was time for a little rest and recreation," Kross said. "We've worked so hard to get here. It's all part of getting acclimatized."
If he had noticed, then so had Mireille. I swallowed and said:
"I thought you had a full day tomorrow."
"Don't worry about me. I just have to make a couple of calls, and pay someone a visit. I'll be done by the afternoon. Which one do you like better? I like Angelique."

He squeezed the hip of the black miniskirt and she let out a delighted yelp and bit him on the ear. He liked it. He said something French to the hotpants, and opened the door.

"Kross," I said, "Wait. For fuck's sake. We were supposed to talk."
"We'll talk tomorrow."
"Tomorrow when?"
"First thing. Crack of dawn - say, around eleven. I'll give you a shout." He allowed the giggling Angelique to pull him out into the corridor.

The door slammed shut. I looked at Monique. She looked back at me. I asked:
"Would you like a drink?"

She shook her head, grinning, and walked up to me. She got uncomfortably close and I moved a step back.
"My name is Monique," she said.
"I know. My name is Oscar."
"I know," she said, and stepped forward again. I stepped back. I said:
"Look, I don't know if I'm up to this."

Her grin didn't waver. She put a hand on her crotch and gave it a squeaky squeeze. She said:
"Then you can watch."

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What do you do when you've just lost your job, your wife, your home?
The answer is simple: you go looking for treasure in Africa.
NOTE: This is a completed novel I wrote a long time ago.

The dummy opened up, revealing a small metallic lockbox within it. The box was of a matte black texture, with a slight green tint. I took it out of the dummy with my bare hands, inspecting it more closely.

'Fuck, it's locked.' The lockbox is locked, to be honest, I should have known when I identified it as a fucking lockbox.

'Maybe I can use Pure Focus to find out a way to open it without a key...' I did just that.

I closed my eyes and sat in front of the lockbox, dragging my finger tips around the edges and crevasses. 

As I did this, my mind started to split off into branches of thought. I was thinking of many things simultaneously. One of those things was the situation I am in.

I am Haven, an academy for the elite. 'What an overused plot, am I right?' What type of school though?

Haven is a academy located in the eastern continent of Terra. This western continent is called Azya. Haven just so happens to be the most elite academy in the continent, an academy that trains 'visionaries'. Visionaries are classed into 3 general branches which split off into more branches. These 3 branches are the Warriors, the Mages, and the Rangers.

A visionary is someone that makes use of their VQ to work in one of the three branches. Below visionaries are the auxiliaries, the auxiliaries make up the majority of the lower and middle class of society. But that doesn't necessarily mean that they are picked on, so long as they don't pick fights with visionaries, there won't be any accidents.

I just so happen to be a Ranger student.

In the novel, Simon had naturally superior eyesight and hearing. Seeing this, he naturally applied to become a ranger. His father was not too fond of this idea, but gave in on the condition that Simon makes the top 10 in the first exam of the semester. Because of Simon's hard work, I inherited a body with mouldable foundations.

Now... what about the ODC? Where do I even start-

TICK

Something clicked in my head. It is the solution for the lockbox!

I quickly jammed the dagger into a almost unnoticeable slit on the bottom of the lockbox, opening it.

There, laying on a velvet cushion from within the lockbox, was a small vinyl disc player, playing the contents of the dagger art. Along with it, was a small book filled with stances and movement patterns which a quickly memorised the pictures of. All in all, it took me a good 5 minutes to memories everything.

'Poof.' Now the hardest part has begun: practicing the damn art.

To train the art, I have too be in a state of absolute concentration and I can't waver for even a split second, or else I might literally 'blow up'. As to why, that all lies in the fact that this art is the most dangerous of all. But that shouldn't be a problem for me...

Well, I have to go through with this, I literally have no experience yet, so I need some instant growth. Otherwise the ODC will shred me within the first minutes of the siege. I very much don't want to die this early into the 'plot'.

I started the basic motions from the manual and went along with the worded instructions from the disc player. The instructions were clear and the motions where consistent. However, the strain on my body hurt like a hammer. It felt like a land whale was sitting on me while jumping around like on a bouncy castle. 

After a while, I was bleeding from a bunch of places, but nothing was serious. 'Man, the things you do to live...' I said to myself. My body felt like shit, but at least in these last few hours of hell, I finally understand how to use a dagger in combat. Now I just need to fight a living being... 

'Yep, I haven't even killed anyone before. I guess tonight will be sleepless.'

(Extended Hiatus)


Being a socially inept terminally ill person for most of his life, Simon dies after completing his novel. 

What is waiting for him? 

A cliche mess that he had written himself.

Watch as he becomes OP through his knowledge and random coincidence. 

“Why did I make my MC an edgelord?”

“Why does this system make me too OP?”

“Why am I bored?”

“Why did I put harem in my novel?”

Read before the MC drops this novel himself!

- Next Day - 

Bai Chen felt his muscles were sore. This was a result of the push-ups he did yesterday. He didn't feel bad, he felt good instead. No pain, no gain. He wouldn't do push-ups today so he could give his muscles time to grow. He would do a different exercise today and that was running. He decided to do this to build his leg strength, cardiovascular strength and endurance. 

He jumped up from bed then left his room. After receiving a kiss on the forehead from his mom, he left the house and went out into the street. There, he began to run. He ran at moderate speed as he jogged and exhaled in and out with every step. His aim of doing this was to increase his lungs capacity. 

This caught people's attention which made some of them greatly surprised. What was this boy doing and at such an age? He was too young for this. While others looked at him with the idea that he was trying to get attention. They smiled over it and continued with what they were doing. 

Not very long, some people came to join him. These people were young kids just like him. Five to six years in age. "Bai Chen, wait for us. Let us join you in your fun". But he ignored them and continued with what he was doing. 

The kids that ran up to him, although they met him, couldn't continue. They were totally out of breath. They returned to their parents' homes while Bai Chen continued. He was tired but he still continued to push himself. He had reached his limit but he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. 

Few minutes later, he couldn't take it again. Then he returned home. When he got home, his mother and sisters were taken aback by his appearance. He was all soaked in sweat. 

"Feeling strong now?" Bai Meixue asked with a mocking voice. Bai Chen smiled and only looked on without responding. "Bai Meixue go bath your brother" His mother said. "Hey conscious fellow. Come with me now" Bai Meixue said in a commanding tone. Bai Chen could only obey or she would seriously spank him. Especially now that she had been given authority. He followed behind her like a docile cub to the bathroom for her to bath him. 

After dressing up, he went to eat. Then he went back into his room to relax. He thought back to the jogging exercise he did which he only lasted for twenty minutes. That was pretty good for a five-year old child. 

Right now, his legs felt heavy like they were filled with lead. But he didn't care. Then he began to move about in his room doing martial art footworks. He had begun to practice martial art.

Back in his world, he was an expert martial art fighter and a good boxer. He knew about twelve martial arts which he learnt from his maternal and paternal family. 

He was born into a family of martial art experts who all knew individually two martial arts or three. He learnt the martial art moves from them pretty fast and mastered them. He was a martial art genius which made him an highly skilled soldier. He was unequalled amongst his peers. 

After practicing for hours, he hydrated himself and laid on his bed. He was really tired from practice. 

......... 

Bai Chen continued to practice for months. He did squats, bicep curls, push-ups, pull-ups, presses as his father had gotten him a few weights and ate a lot of meats and vegetables. By now, his body had been conditioned to the maximum.

People in the neighborhood were surprised by Bai Chen. The boy they thought that with time would stop all that he was doing when he became fatigued or gives up continued on for weeks to months to years. 

- Five years later - 

One day while he was running back home from a pretty far place he had jogged to. The cloud darkened and rain began to fall. It was a very heavy downpour that could cause strong floods to appear. 

Many minutes after the rain started to fall, Bai Chen looked for a place to shelter himself from the rain but he he couldn't find a place. He had no option than to run home but he was extremely far away. He wished he hadn't jogged today. But if time was reversed and he was told rain would fall, he would still jog. This was because it was his personality. He's not the procrastinating type and he is very disciplined."

Then he saw a small building far in the distance to his left. This building looked abandoned and was dilapidated. 

He didn't think much about it, he simply ran there to hide his body from the torrential rainfall. He had even begun to shake. The cold brought about by the rain had gotten deep into his body. 

When he got in. He saw an old man resting against a wall. He looked really old and he had long white hairs. He wore a hat and a tattered grey robe. And when the old man raised his face to look at the person that had barged in. He was surprised when he saw a boy that looked twelve. Then his eyes turned white. 

Bai Chen's heart suddenly immersed in fear when the man looked at him. 

When Bai Chen looked at the the old man's face and then at his completely white eyes, he suddenly felt that the gaze was powerful as he felt a strong sharp itch in his eyes and on his entire body. 

It was like he was suddenly pierced by millions of thin needles in an instant. 

Then a realization suddenly hit him giving him a hint of who this old man would be. 

He is a cultivator!

This was his first time experiencing the power of cultivators. He quickly clasped his hands and greeted in a bow. "Senior, this junior pays his greeting". The man nodded with indifference. 

Bai Chen became curious. He had always wanted to know about cultivation and the powers cultivators could gain by practicing it. 

The idea of having supernatural powers greatly unsettled his mind. When he was young, he had always imagined himself flying, talking underwater, shooting beams off his eyes, swim to the heart of a lava pool etc. 

He now wants to know how the old man did that. He was very careful of bad guys but this old man although looked terrifying seemed harmless or perhaps he was too powerful to bully a child. 

He moved closer to the man and said with his hands still clasped. "Senior, when I saw your eyes, I suddenly felt I was pelted by thousands of nails in an instant. Can senior please me how you did that?" 

Then the man's indifferent eyes shone with interest. He smiled and said "You want to learn how I did that?". Bai Chen nodded. "Hmm. Very good. Then you must pass a simple test"

Henry Chen was a battle-seasoned soldier that fought in the ultimate war against zombies that had mysteriously appeared on earth. Then a nuclear bomb was detonated and everything was reduced to ashes. 

He wakes up as a child named Bai Chen, in a cultivation world where evil seemed to be overpowering good. 

Someone must come up and strike a balance between these and that person would be him. For he would study certain antiquated methodologies that would enable him to possess superhuman powers that can unleash destruction at a vast, astronomical degree. 

Journey with Bai Chen as he studies these ancient methodologies and how he would gradually climb up to be a peerless expert in a world full of terrifying experts. 

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Chapter  1
Morning  brakes  ayaat was asleep suddenly got up when  she heard ringing. It was her alarm clock which was ringing continuously she scratch her had to side table  to switch off her alarm clock. After switching off and saw wall clock it was 6:30 in the morning  she curse herself in her heart sleepy head never gonna wake up early after cursing herself she hurriedly rush to bathroom  'bang' she knock off her nose from bath room door. She rubbed her nose with one hand and with another scratch open the door and entered the bathroom and took bath. after 10 min she came back to her room and walked to the closet when she was choosing  what  to wear her phone rang she picked her phone and saw it was her assistant kouser she pick up her call. Kouser greeted her with respect "good morning mam I'll  be there in 15min with 2 workers" after listening  to her she said "ok" then hang up after that she got ready she wear peach coloured silk blouse with Marion coloured knee length skirt and simple diamond but unique wrist watch which her dad have  gaven to her. with high heels after that she applied light peach coloured lipstick she never us any makeup because she naturally so beautiful with bright white skin after getting ready she hurriedly rush to her kitchen and took some bread and applied  some butter on it and ate it in just two bites and poure some milk in a glass when she started drinking the door bell rang she sipped her milk in one gulp and reach to entrance door and quickly open. She saw her assistant kouser was standing in front of the door with 2 workers. Kouser once again greeted her "good morning mam I am here  with workers to get the paintings" ayaat nodded to her and replied "morning, the paintings are in  study room upstairs on the table" she pointed to the stairs. Going to upstairs kouser admires ayaat apartment in her heart. Ayaat apartment was very beautifully and elegantly designed by ayaat. it gave her warm feeling. ayaat house was not that big because is was designed for only one person. It has the combination of both white and yellow lights it has center hall with dark purple colours furniture at the left it has dining hall with kitchen room. from centre hell ther was a stairs to study room and bed room  after admiring ayaat house kouser entered study room saw paintings on the table kouser ordered to workers to carefully wrap the paintings and carry to the vain after all work was done. In the car kouser notifies ayaat about her schedule and said "mam this is ur schedule. first we have to deliver your paintings to charity auction with in two hours and then after checking your art gallery and some documents we will leave to you designing office after arriving there you have meetings with sharif brothers on 2 o'clock" ayaat replied little nod after sometimes they arriving to her art gallery and check her paintings and then she ordered her workers to deliver the paintings carefully to charity auction after taking some documents from art gallery and handed to kouser and said "lets leave here" after leaving they arrived to her designing office. her office was not so big but it have few dozens of workers she work heard to reach to her carrier and got popular in B state. on the other hand no one knows that she was a daughter of great  businessman man rehman ali's. But some close friends and relatives know that she was his daughter when she entered her office building her phone rang once again she picked her phone and saw that it was her father. With smile she picked up his call and greet him with respect "good morning dad" the person on the phone melted from her voice and replied "a very good morning to you too my treasure" and start complaining "where are you, why didn't you came home the 2 weekends. your mom haven't seen you this two weeks! that's the reason your mom always angry up on me and curse me to approving ur wish to leave home and struggle, so tell me when are you coming" after listening to her father she softly sighed a relive and replied  "dad you know tonight was an charity banquet where my work, my paintings going to auction. I was busy with it so I didn't got time to see you and mama"  "and i know that you got invitation latter from sharif brothers" after listening to her daughter he replied   "oh yes i got invitation letter but i don't have any mood to go, if you agree to go with me and your mother then i can think of it" after listening to her father she said "dad you know they didn't sent me any invitation letter so how can i go" he got angry and said " who said you didn't got any invitation letter? you got through me, if i got you got because your my daughter, Rehman ali's daughter so you have to come with me" he ordered but she chuckled and said   "yes dad iam your's daughter but no one knows that iam your daughter professionally so how can I go with you" afterhearing her he asked   "ok then I'll give  you 2 years to build up your career but only for two years. after two years iam going to expose this secret to whole world that your my child and hairs of ali's corporation is that clear" not waiting for her reply he quick end the call saying " ok bye sweetie. we have to buy a gown to your mom for tonight banquet. See you soon" and he cuts her call...

Story about Arhum khan 25 year's old famous bachelor in B state and ice cold ceo of khan corporation
 And
Ayaat ali 22 years old who's doted by her family and kind hearted hard working women and daughter of famous businessmen rehman ali (ceo of ali corporation) expect from being daughter of rehman Ali she is a popular artist and designer in B state

 You can see how they got married and why. 
 it is a sweetest and cutest love story you ever have read before.
And u can feel all type of emotions hate deep love joyful sad hart broken anger 

This is my first novel. i hope you all love my work if you found any mistake please comment with the screenshot

After enjoying their date Luci walked out along with both his girlfriends. Both of them were eating cotton candy while both of them had genuine smiles over their faces. Luci was also happy to see them this much happy. Then Luci saw someone which he didn't expect to see at least not here, not now.
Luci: This is quite a surprise, Maria.
Maria: I hoped that we didn't meet each other under these circumstances. Something happened and I need to talk with you. Can we go to your café??
Luci: Of course Maria.
After that three of them entered the car along with Maria and they headed towards café Morningstar. The three of them were sure that this was related to the slaughter that happened in the docks. They soon reached the café and Luci invited Maria inside. Maria took a seat and let out a big sigh.
Luci: So what happened??
Maria: Ok, I am not going to beat around the bush. I know that Bella you are the one killed slaughtered them in the docks.
Bella: Yes I did, so what now arrest me??
Maria: No no don't get me wrong, I am happy that you killed them. In fact, I wanted to thank you for doing that. Those mother******* deserved to die.
Luci: Then what is the problem??
Maria: We recovered the drive which contained the CCTV footage of the docks. We clearly saw Bella making her art but there was someone else who saw her art from some remote location.
Bella: You mean to say that someone else knows that I did this??
Maria: Yes exactly and I think that someone belongs to the Hand. So I wanted to give you guys some security.
Luci: We appreciate your offer Maria but I have to decline that. I can take care of my girlfriends and if Hand is stupid enough to come after Bella even after what she did then they are just simply stupid.
Maria: I know you are strong it was just a friendly gesture towards you from me and S.H.I.E.L.D.
Luci: Well then you know me.
Maria: Then I guess I will be taking my leave today and if they attack please inform me so I can clean the bodies.
Luci: That I will do.
After that Maria hands Luci her card and leaves the café along with her men. After they left Bella and Nat went upstairs to take a bath while Luci was downstairs scrolling through his phone. After some time the girls can down and Luci went to take a bath. After they had dinner all of them went to sleep.
During mid-night suddenly Luci and Bella opened their eyes and got out of bed.
Bella: I never thought that humans were so stupid.
Luci: Don't you remember D*ck Fury.
Bella: Oh, yes they are stupid, proven.
Both of them sensed about 50 men surrounding their café. Bella showed a bloodthirsty grin and was about to jump down and slaughter them but Luci stopped her.
Luci: You had your fun yesterday, I will take care of this.
Bella pouts but she didn't refute to Luci, she knew that if Luci decided to do something then no one can change his mind not even her. Luci snapped his fingers and disintegrated 49 men into a puddle of blood and stopped the last man from doing anything. Then they wore some clothes and went downstairs and Nat was also awake by now but she knew that she didn't need to go because they were already dead.
Luci: Bella read his mind and he is all yours. I want the name of who sent him.
Bella went out of the café and grabbed the man and read his mind. Then she turned towards Luci.
Bella: Some weird guy called Harold Meachum.
After that, she again grabs the guy by his neck and disappears by diving in her own shadow. Luci takes out his phone and calls Maria. Maria picks up the phone.
Maria: This is Agent Maria Hills who am I speaking with??
Luci: Maria this is Lucifer. Well they were stupid and they attacked us, I disintegrated all of them except one. Now there are blood puddles surrounding my café. I would really appreciate if you can send a cleaning crew.
Maria: Ok, but what happened to the one who you spared??
Luci: Well Bella took him somewhere, I guess she will make another art with him.
Maria: F*ck it…!! Is that all?
Luci: No wait, what can you tell me about Harold Meachum?
Maria: Well he was the owner of Rand Enterprises but he died a few years ago.
Luci: I can guarantee you that he is still alive.
Maria: Are you sure Luci??
Luci: I will verify that just text me his address or previous address.
Maria: Ok sure.
After a couple of minutes, Luci receives a text from Maria giving him the address and also saying that the cleaning crew is on its way. Luci unfurls his wings and disappears from that spot. Luci appears on the top of the building in the given address and starts to check around. He then found a man who is living on the top floor without any workers. Luci searches for Harold Meachum on his phone and matches the guy with the picture and it was the same guy. Luci touches the wall and blows a hole outside.
Inside there were only two men Harold and some unknown computer dude. Harold was shocked to see Luci enter his house while his wings were on the show. He was honestly scared to be said. He ran to a table and pulled out a gun and points that at Luci.
Harold: Who are you??
Luci: You are not needed here.
Luci snaps his finger and turns the computer dude into a puddle of blood. Harold saw this and became more scared. His hands started to shake which he turned completely pale.
Luci: I will ask you once nicely. If you give the answer your death will be painless like him and if not then you will just wish that you die.
Harold heard this and gulped hard, he knew that he will die today the question was if he was going to die painlessly or painfully.
Luci: Are you an immortal??
Harold: N—No, I am not.
Luci: So who asked you to kill Isabella Osa??
Harold: I don't know what you are talking about.
Luci: Unfortunately that was the wrong answer.
Luci snapped his fingers and broke the ankles and wrists of Harold and dropped to the ground while screaming his lungs out. Luci turned towards his own shadow and whispered Bella's name. Instantly Bella's head popped out of his shadow.
Bella: I was making another art why did you call me??
Luci: Read his mind and tell me who asked him to send those men.
Bella again dived into his shadow and came out of Harold's shadow. Harold was completely scared now. Bella read his mind and turned towards Luci.
Bella: Someone named Madame Gao.
Luci: Ok, did you see where I can find her or how does she look??
Bella didn't say anything and imprints everything into Luci's mind.
Luci: Ok take him with you.
Bella: Oh… Thanks, babe. I love you so much.
Luci: I just had to jinx myself before…..

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