Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

In many professions, finding two helpers for the same job was avoided as it would make the other party feel that they were untrustworthy.
However, it was different when it came to the appreciation and authentication of artwork. Normally, a piece of valuable artwork required more than three official authentication organizations to authenticate the artwork.
This was in part due to the buyers. As there were so many buyers all over the world, they could not possibly all trust a single authentication organization. Some would trust one organization and others would trust another. So, in order to sell for a good price, it was best to get both organizations to carry out the authentication.
The two organizations that Roger found for Li Du had a lot of influence. One of the organizations was a commercial auction house while the other was a museum that specialized in collections. All in all, the authentication results from both organizations would be accepted by every buyer.
Experts from both organizations knew one another. After they met and shook hands, they greeted each other:
"Ah, Teacher Kevin, so happy to meet you here. Want to grab a drink after the authentication results are out?"
"Of course, Mr. Saunders. Our previous meeting in New York is still clear in my mind."
"Professor Sughri, very happy to meet you. Please have a seat."
Although they seemed very enthusiastic, they were enthusiastic to each other only. No one was concerned with Li Du, despite him being the customer.
However, as Li Du was well-tempered, he only felt a little displeased and did not express it in his face.
After the exchange of greetings, both parties sat. Professor Kevin, who was the oldest, said, "Mr. Li, I think you can take out the oil paintings now. However, I would like to say a few words before the authentication. Is that alright?"
"Anything," Li Du said, sipping his coffee.
Professor Kevin tapped on the table with his finger and said, "According to Mr. Roger's words, you want to authenticate two different creations of Van Gogh: 'Beach at Scheveningen in Stormy Weather,' which was painted in 1882, and 'Congregation Leaving the Reformed Church in Nuenen,' which was painted between 1884 and 1885."
"Correct."
Professor Kevin laughed bitterly and said, "Those two paintings were stolen around 40 years ago. Subsequently, a lot of 'Beach at Scheveningen in Stormy Weathers' and 'Congregation Leaving the Reformed Church in Nuenens' appeared in the market. I hope you're prepared."
Li Du understood his meaning. "You suspect these two paintings are fake?"
Saunder, who was the expert working for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, said, "Maybe they are high-quality imitation products. It is very difficult to tell their authenticity and hence, there will always be people mistaking them."
Li Du smiled. "I understand. You guys can go ahead and authenticate. Regardless of the outcome, I will accept it."
The experts looked at each other and gestured to Li Du to open the oil paintings before starting their work.
As Roger had also considered the fact that there were two paintings, he invited two groups of experts. The two paintings were aptly split between the two groups, with each group in charge of one painting. After which, the two groups would exchange their views.
Authenticating oil paintings was a simple yet complicated matter. It was a simple matter as, if it were fake, an expert would be able to make a judgment after finding just one flaw.
However, if the oil painting were real, it was strenuous to determine the authenticity of a genuine product as an expert would be required to carry out checks and logical deductions from every angle before they could make a judgment.
The experts from the auction house were in charge of authenticating "Beach at Scheveningen in Stormy Weather." This painting used rough lines and bright golden yellows to express the roaring and surging sea that came before a storm. It was very vibrant.
Once the oil painting was taken out, the experts inhaled a breath of cold air after taking a glance at it.
After all, Van Gogh was a famous artist, who was able to drive the oil painting trend for more than a century. However, this was not because everyone was speculating his works, but because his oil paintings indeed possessed an extraordinary charm.
On the canvas, this painting depicted a vast scenery. As the experts had seen a lot of Van Gogh's works, both genuine and counterfeit, they had a hunch after taking just one glance: this could be a genuine painting!
The art industry took intuition, which was also the sixth sense, very seriously. Outstanding, experienced experts would first follow their intuition when they looked at an artwork.
If they felt that the painting was a fake, they would look for a flaw. If they felt that the painting was genuine, they would carry out the proper procedures to verify it.
Professor Kevin used a magnifying glass to look in detail at the lines of the painting and said, "The oil painting's colors are vibrant enough. The outlines are drawn meticulously and rigidly with the style of Japanese print and the portrait does not have the standard 'three-dimensional sense of realism.' It fits the unique style of Van Gogh . . . "
"The canvas is rough with damages and wormholes. There are small grains of sand stuck onto the surface. They are already embedded into the canvas and have become one with it. It is evident that a long period of time . . . "
"According to historical records, Van Gogh painted this painting while he stayed on Scheveningen Beach, which was near The Hague. He had to withstand the raging sea breeze while painting. Quite a few grains of sand and moisture in the air were blown onto the canvas, ultimately leaving behind . . . "
Among the four experts, three of them authenticated the paintings while one of them recorded their words. Professor Kevin used a magnifying glass to inspect the painting, Professor Surghi assessed the canvas and paint based on historical records, and the other expert used a small machine to scan the painting.
As the authentication progressed, both groups of experts looked more and more dismayed and their gazes became more and more serious, unlike the lighthearted atmosphere before.
Li Du understood the reason behind them being unconcerned with him earlier. It was because they had speculated that his paintings were fakes and thought him a fool who wanted to get rich overnight.
The authentication took two and a half hours. Even though Li Du did not understand the terminologies used by the experts and was also unable to follow their train of thought when they were authenticating, he tried learning from them.
He did indeed learn some things that would definitely help develop his career.
The experts from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art reached an outcome first. Saunders, an expert in oil paintings, looked at him in amazement. "God, this 'Congregation Leaving the Reformed Church in Nuenen' is genuine!"
Li Du smiled. "That's fantastic. However, it's not surprising. I knew that they were genuine. Genuine paintings can always be distinguished with just a glance."
Sughri and his colleagues took out a certificate of authenticity from the bag that they had brought with them and wrote down the outcome of the authentication, before signing and stamping it.
After another quarter of an hour, the experts from Christie's had come to a conclusion. All four experts had the same surprised look on their faces.
Professor Kevin said, "Mr. Li, after our authentication and negotiation, we have all come to the conclusion that your painting is genuine. You have found a world-renowned painting that was lost for nearly half a century!"
"I am too fortunate," Li Du responded. "This really is a joyous matter."
Both parties no longer dared to belittle him. All of a sudden, their attitude toward him changed greatly. They kept calling him "Mr. Li," spoke with their heads lowered and their backs bent, and used words that were all very respectful.
Subsequently, they exchanged the two paintings and continued to authenticate them, which required over another two hours.
Despite that, both parties did not mind the exhaustion and instead, were more and more energized and excited.
For them, who loved artwork and oil paintings, being able to authenticate world-renowned paintings was a type of enjoyment as well as a great opportunity to improve their skills and accumulate experience.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

After being horrendously ravaged, An Lin finally accepted his fate and lay on the ground with an expression filled with despair.
Lin Junjun's beautiful features appeared in front of his eyes again. Even though she wore an enchanting smile, in An Lin's eyes, her expression looked akin to the sinister smile of the devil.
"Did my artworks make for good viewing for Mr. An?" Lin Junjun asked with a smile.
"Master Tianyu's artworks are so profound and exquisite, they are truly unmatched by anyone!" An Lin feebly continued with his words of praise.
"That's good to hear, I actually have one last piece of art for you to critique." Her voice was soft and mellow like a gently flowing creek, but An Lin couldn't help but shiver at the sound.
He almost leaped up in fright. "There's still more!?"
Lin Junjun's brows furrowed slightly. "Why, you don't like my art?"
"I do… I love your art." An Lin forced a smile onto his face. If he had a mirror, he would discover that the smile on his face was even more hideous than a grimace.
An Lin stood up with difficulty and limped toward Lin Junjun. Her final piece of artwork was probably her finishing technique, this notion made him extremely uneasy.
However, when the artwork was presented before his eyes, he was immediately rooted to the spot.
The artwork depicted an extremely life-like white crane soaring through a cluster of mountains. The artwork exuded a sense of ethereal grace and was exquisitely beautiful; the only thing missing was a set of eyes which hadn't yet been drawn onto the white crane.
He stared blankly at the familiar artwork and after a long while, he finally opened his mouth. "This is… the huge-eyed crane!?"
Lin Junjun was initially quite satisfied with An Lin's reaction, but her chest tightened immediately at his remark. "Heh, it is indeed that huge-eyed crane… The white crane in the artwork only became the huge-eyed crane due to a certain rude person's intrusion. Now, I've drawn it again to show you what the end product should look like."
"Eh…?" An Lin blinked at Lin Junjun's words, but a hint of speculation was already surfacing in his mind.
Lin Junjun gently touched her paintbrush to the canvas, imbuing the white crane with a pair of eyes and completing the artwork.
A pair of vivid, lifelike eyes appeared on the white crane's head.
Instantly, vital energy began to surge violently all around them and white mist began to filter out from the artwork.
An Lin saw the projection of the cluster of mountains and heard the sweet-sounding call of a white crane in the small pavilion.
A white figure leaped out from the canvas. It was so beautiful, with its long, snowy white body, wide yet flexible wings, a proud, long neck, and big, vibrant eyes.
An Lin stared at the white crane with wide eyes and his mouth agape, seemingly shocked into silence.
Lin Junjun was very satisfied with An Lin's expression. This perfect artwork was her real trump card. So An Lin insulted her artwork in the past? Well, this was the best way to slap An Lin in the face!
She raised her head to look up at the white crane as a light smile surfaced on her face.
But her smile soon froze on her face as her cherry lips became slightly agape, and she stared in disbelief up at the white crane flying in circles within the pavilion.
The white crane did indeed have a pair of big, vibrant eyes. Yes, its eyes were even bigger than its head…
Its bulbous eyes jutted out like two black watermelons as it flew around slowly in a hilarious display.
An Lin's lips trembled violently and his face turned bright red as he tried to suppress his laughter.
Don't laugh, don't laugh…
Lin Junjun's body swayed slightly as if she had received a heavy psychological blow. "The image comes from the heart… this huge-eyed crane reflects the image in my heart. My Dao Heart is still unable to break through this obstacle…"
Plop!
Finally, the two huge eyes were unable to support their own weight and detached themselves from the white crane's head before tumbling to the ground.
The white crane disappeared into a puddle of ink, and only its huge eyes were left to roll about, and they slowly rolled toward An Lin.
The eyes were extremely lifelike, and they blinked at An Lin innocently.
"Puahahaha…" An Lin couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter as he pointed at the huge eyeballs. "Those f*cking eyes are the actual body, right?!"
Immediately after this, his body began to tremble involuntarily.
There's killing intent!
He looked up at Lin Junjun and was greeted to the sight of countless fist projections burying him from every direction.
Thump! Thump! Thump!… 
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!…
Puff! Puff! Puff!…
After a one-sided beating, An Lin fell to the ground with a bloody nose and swollen face, unable to laugh any longer.
Lin Junjun clapped her slim hands together as she suddenly realized something.
As expected it was much more convenient and satisfying to vent your rage by your own hands.
 …
…
After a long while, An Lin finally managed to somewhat recover after applying some ointment to himself. After that, he began to discuss the next order of business with Lin Junjun.
"Next, tell me all the information you have about the Purple Star Research Institute. I'll take all the information you have!" Lin Junjun calmed her anger and spoke.
An Lin's eyes lit up, he knew it was time to further increase his wealth.
Lin Junjun's heart shuddered for some reason after seeing An Lin's expression, and she hurriedly posed a question, "Wait, umm… approximately how much information do you have left?"
An Lin stroked his chin and thought about it for a short while. "Uh… I haven't counted before, all types of symbols, formations, research papers, and mechanical blueprints combined… it comes to a total of around one or two hundred…"
"Another one or two hundred!? How… how do you have so many more! You didn't just steal the mastermind, did you?" Lin Junjun exclaimed in shock.
"Oh, no, I didn't get that far, I was kicked after receiving half the information in the mastermind," An Lin replied honestly.
Lin Junjun: "…"
"So, you want all of it, right?" An Lin asked.
He could already envision himself becoming the youngest rich tycoon of the immortal world. Just the thought of it was getting him a little worked up.
"Er…" Lin Junjun averted her gaze. "The weather is nice today."
"M-hm, the weather is indeed not bad." An Lin nodded before continuing in his questioning, "Didn't you say you'd take all the information I had? I'm gonna bring it all out now."
Lin Junjun's lips twitched slightly as she brought out 320 vital stones from her storage ring and cleared her throat. "Let's have forty formations first!"
Forty formations? That will amount to eighty thousand spirit stones per formation? An Lin blinked and thought back to the treasures he had exchanged in the past. The price Lin Junjun was offering this time was not bad. In fact, it was a little bit better than the last time.
An Lin drew up forty formations for Lin Junjun as requested and gleefully stowed away the 320 vital stones before turning to stare at Lin Junjun as his eyes glowed with anticipation.
"What are you still looking at me for?" A light blush appeared on Lin Junjun's porcelain-like features.
"I still have symbols, research papers, and mechanical blueprints. How many would Master Tianyu like?" An Lin continued to stare at her with anticipation.
Lin Junjun: "…"
Can I just say none… Lin Junjun was on the brink of collapse.
She had originally thought that she would be able to shock An Lin with the amount of money she was offering, but she did not expect An Lin to have such huge quantities of information. If things continued like this, she was about to be thoroughly embarrassed again…
"Oh, the weather sure is fine today."
"Master Tianyu, you've already said that. The weather is indeed fantastic today, but can we get back to business…"
"The weather is too good today, so I have to take this opportunity to go look at some scenery."
Lin Junjun did not wait for a reply from An Lin, and she immediately withdrew the concealment spell formation before fleeing into the air.
"Hey! Then what about all this information that I have left?!" An Lin yelled.
"Save it for next time!"
Lin Junjun's gentle voice disappeared along with her escaping figure.
An Lin stared after her and blinked vacantly.
He then shook his head in resignation.
"Sigh, I only earned 3.2 million spirit stones. I originally planned to take this opportunity to accumulate ten million spirit stones and repay my huge debt to Celestial Maiden Chang'e…"
Aside from the few pieces of information that he couldn't tell anyone, there were still 130 pieces of information he could exchange for profit. Hopefully, Master Tianyu could bring more spirit stones with her next time…


On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God. 
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father's immense debt, putting his life at risk. 
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.
    
After learning that he was saved by an Immortal, An Lin is gifted, seemingly out of pure generosity, the 'God Of War System,' and a pass to a new realm.
Follow An Lin as he experiences a whole new world of legends, meets many new friends, acquires legendary weapons and tools, and starts on his path of becoming a powerful cultivator. There is never a dull time in An Lin's new life with his ‘great’ new system!

Since she wasn't working on something that would take too much time— she was just offering a demonstration to Yunhe— Yujia decided to do a quick and easy painting of a cow.
She would only draw the head and part of the body of the cow, in order to give her some more time to work on details like the face. Only drawing the top half of the cow was also something that made her capability to draw a cow, despite not knowing cow anatomy very well, easier.
She began by taking some of the black paint, and with a tiny brush, she placed a quick sketch down on the canvas. Back in the modern world, sometimes she made sketches with paint like what she was doing now. Other times, she would use pencils. However, when using pencils and oil paint, a fixative was required. So, in cases like this, it was better to work with a paint sketch.
Yujia didn't have a reference picture to work with. Sadly, the internet and search engines didn't exist. So, she summoned her best recollection of what a cow looked like from the various cow-paintings she had seen in this time, and the photos she saw in her past life.
Once she had the basic sketch down, which looked decent in her opinion, she went to take a bit of the reds, yellows, and blacks. She demonstrated to Yunhe as she blended the colors.
"I'm making a brown here," she explained, "So mixing these paints on this glass will make the shade of brown that I'm looking for."
He nodded thoughtfully.
The browns were blended in with the blacks, laying down the basic shadows of the cow. The shades of blacks and browns acted as the base layer of the cow. Though later, Yujia planned to layer more colors on top of it, the base layer would still show through, making this step the foundation of her painting. 
Next, Yujia mixed yellow and white, going in with this cream color to the actual furs of the cow. She applied the paint with brush strokes that went with the same direction of the cow furs, in order to maximize the realistic texture. Though this painting wouldn't be the most realistic because of the time frame, she still wanted to capture as much of the cow as she could.
Just like this, Yujia continued her painting with layers and layers and more layers. She would use bits of white to mix highlights, then bits of black to add darker brown shadows. 
All the while she painted, Yujia explained her steps and actions to Yunhe. She tried to explain with as basic language as possible, just so that he could understand all these unfamiliar terms and concepts. 
She also took a bit of blue, which was shocking to Yunhe since he didn't expect her to use the blue. However, Yujia toned down the blue a bit by mixing some white and black, making it more of a blue-gray. With this cold-toned shade, she blended it into the shadows, her reasoning being that this blue would allow color complexity, further emphasizing the realism.
Her finishing touches ended with a few loose brush strokes that acted as highlights.
Once she did that, Yujia stepped back. 
What was depicted on the canvas in front of her was indeed the subject of her lunch: a nice portrait of a cow.
"See," Yujia said with a smile, "This is why I like oil paint so much."
Yunhe blinked, rising up to look at the canvas on the easel a little closer. "Wow. I like it too." 
Yujia personally thought that the painting turned out nice, considering how quickly she accomplished it— within an hour. The cow looked gentle, giving off a calm, relaxed energy.
It also reminded Yujia of her lunch. She was hungry again.
To tear her thoughts away from lunch, Yujia asked, "You wanna try?" 
"Yes. Of course." Yunhe paused. "But first, let me just look at your artwork for a few moments."
"Be careful though. It's not dry yet," she warned.
She probably didn't need to say that. Yunhe was generally a very meticulous person. 
"Oh yeah. How long will it take for it to dry?" he ended up asking.
Yujia thought for a moment, then answered, "It depends. I've never used this specific formula for oil paint before. The drying time can vary depending on what materials the paint is composed of. Sometimes, it can dry in a day, and other times, it takes more than a week. It also depends on the solvent and medium used."
"I see."
"Oh," Yujia pointed out, "Also, because of some of the materials used, the fumes when painting might be toxic. They're kind of bad for you. That's why you should always do oil paint in a well-ventilated room. Since we're painting out in the open air today, it wasn't too big of a concern."
Yunhe's eyes narrowed. "It's… unhealthy to paint with oil paint?" He took a wary step back from the canvas he was observing.
"Well, as long as you're careful, you'll be fine. In a well-ventilated space, the things you breathe in won't be enough to affect you." Yujia shrugged.
"Painting with normal ink is not damaging," he stated.
"Painting with normal ink also cannot achieve this effect, don't you think?" Yujia laughed. "I think it's all worth it. Don't you think it's so satisfying to work with oil paint? And the fact that it takes so long to dry really does help, especially when I was trying to figure out the fur strokes and the contrast of shadows and highlight. You can't blend so well with ink, don't you think?"
"You're right," Yunhe eventually admitted, smiling too. "I want to give it a try sometime."
"You definitely can. I have plenty of supplies in this kit, and I plan to ask Master to give me the formula so I can make more myself," Yujia replied cheerfully.
"For your shop?" Yunhe tilted his head.
"Exactly."
Now that he finished observing the cow, Yunhe rested his head on a propped up hand. "I wonder what the introduction of this strange paint will do to the art world. What about all those concepts and principles of art? Do you think they'll change?"
Yujia thought about it. "Hm. Principles are principles. Mediums are mediums. What you use to create the artwork does not alter the basic principles. I think they'll stay the same, frankly."
"Ah, great. So I'll just keep working on Spirit Resonance," Yunhe laughed. 
Yujia thought back to how her master insulted— or no, critiqued— Yunhe, telling him that he lacked Spirit Resonance. She laughed a bit too.
Then, Yunhe pointed out, "You're not wearing your pendant today?"
"Even you noticed?" Yujia's hand instinctively dropped down to her waistband, which should've held the pendant. "I guess I need to be more careful."
"No. I just tend to notice random details like this."
"I think I left the pendant at the Yu Villa, while I was visiting…"
Yunhe's eyes widened. "You visited the Yu Villa? When?" 
"Just yesterday." She gave him a puzzled smile. "Senior Brother didn't know?"
"No."
Yujia sat down, tapping her fingers against the table. "Well, I was visiting Noble Yu— or, he's Senior Brother Yu now, I suppose. He's all busy preparing for the exams that he got sick."
She brought up this fact since she was under the impression that Yu Zixu and Ye Yunhe were fairly good friends.
"That's not good," Yunhe sighed.
"Definitely not. I'm pretty sure I left my pendant there on accident. I'll have to go pick it up sometime later, but I feel like I've been disturbing him too much lately. I don't want to be the reason for why he can't study well for the exams."
Yunhe glanced up, thinking. "The exams are going to happen tomorrow, aren't they?" 
"Yeah. I'll go get my pendant tomorrow, after he takes the exams." 
"You can take your time," Yunhe told her, "The pendant honestly doesn't mean that much. And if you've for sure lost it, we can always replace it."
"That's a relief to hear." Her lips curled up slightly, relaxed with the idea that it wasn't a big deal.
"Yes. And also, when was my Junior Sister so considerate? Afraid that searching for a pendant would disturb the studies of someone else?" He grinned.
"I haven't been considerate in the past?"
He half-shrugged. "I don't know. You feel more considerate than usual."
"Am I, really?" 
Yujia snorted at the thought. She imagined that she was just being a decent person. 
If it was her Senior Brother Yunhe in the scenario instead of Yu Zixu, surely she would act the same towards him, wouldn't she?


At 24 years old, Yang Yujia is an unemployed art major, living off heavy debt and instant noodles, both of her irresponsible parents refusing to support her. During a high-school reunion, Yujia gets drunk, does stupid things, and when she wakes up again, Yujia is no longer in the correct world, time-period, or body. 

Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, Yujia does not seem to have much luck either— instead of transmigrating with a set of stunning martial arts skills, knowledge that would aid her in troubling situations, or a position of royalty that would make her life much easier, Yujia is the fourth (illegitimate) daughter of a small merchant. And what skills does she have to help her survive this world?

A pretty face, witty mouth, and useless artistic talent?

Good enough. 

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Rhode turned around and looked at the direction that Christie was pointing.
Both of them had walked to the middle of the market, stopping at a circular flight of stairs. This location was a designated section of the market for shop owners or customers alike to take a break. However, since it was still noon, most of the citizens were still hard at work, leaving only a few people at the resting area. A few children and elderly were sitting and chatting by the side while small street performers There were also street performers preparing for their next act.
Christie pointed to a man that was wearing a green overall with a feather on top of his hat. He was sitting on a chair and drawing on a white canvas in front of him.
"That's an artist."
Rhode identified the man with a single glance.
"They are here to draw sceneries and human portraits. And if anyone likes their art, then they would request to purchase them. Of course, if these artists found someone intriguing to draw, then they wouldn't hesitate to take the initiative to ask…"
Rhode frowned as he explained. In fact, he had been approached by artists several times when he passed the market. And of course, Rhode didn't comply. As these people were only ordinary civilians, he didn't want to be put into a situation where he had to kill them with his sword. If it weren't for Christie being with him today, he would've just avoided this place.
"What's the matter? Are you interested?"
He knew he couldn't avoid it since Christie's eyes were already beaming with curiosity.
"Sigh… then let's go."
Rhode sighed and held the little girl's hand before walking to the artist.
"Oh! Greetings to both of you, it's a pleasant day today."
The artist immediately sprang up upon Rhode and Christie's arrival. He exaggeratedly but passionately bowed towards them. His unusual and overstated tone was as if he was singing, but was severely out of tune.
"May I know how I could be of help to both of you? If it's for a portrait, I guarantee to give my 200% passion, so please rest assured. I, Francisco, am a well-known professional of Deep Stone City, and I have reasonable pricing. Just five silver coins. Five silver coins is all I humbly request, and I can draw you a beautiful portrait of your esteemed self. Customer satisfaction guaranteed! If you're unhappy with the outcome, then you can refund it for free!"
"… Sir… Are all these hand-drawn?"
Christie didn't seem to have any reactions to the self-proclaimed artist's exaggerated words. Her attention was solely focused on the art pieces displayed. It was Deep Stone City's mountain scenery. Other than his bragging, the art that this artist produced was indeed something. Some of the other artists in Deep Stone City were so terrible that Rhode couldn't even make out what they were drawing. Did it resemble an alien or human? The answer was neither. Furthermore, Rhode's standard of art wasn't THAT high. As long he could understand what they were drawing, then that was good enough. Thus, for those abstract pieces, he would rather leave it to the professionals to debate.
"Of course, my lady."
His eyes studied his potential customers, and judging from the laced cloak she wore; he concluded that this girl in front of him should be one of the daughters that belonged to a particular noble family who slipped out to play.
"All these artwork were drawn by me. If you are interested, please feel free to appreciate them."
Christie hesitated at Francisco's warm invitation and eventually chose to stay behind Rhode's back. She held onto Rhode's hand as she curiously peeked from the sides. As she admired the landscape and humans on the canvas, she remained silent in thought. Meanwhile, Rhode kept quiet while he caressed her hair gently and waited for her next decision.
But he soon discovered that Christie was concentrating on a portrait drawing by the side. The portrait was depicted a little girl and her mother. The mother was carrying her child, and both of them revealed a warm smile. This artist's piece was indeed on point. He was able to invoke the emotions of others through his drawing. However, he wasn't sure if it was the same for Christie.
And at this moment, Christie finally spoke.
"… Sir… Can you please draw a portrait of myself?"
"That's not a problem, my lady."
Having acquired a new customer, Francisco passionately moved up a step and quickly placed a fresh sheet of white canvas on his easel. Next, he politely gestured to Christie to come closer.
"Please stand here."
"I… I need to stand there?"
Hearing the artist's request, Christie opened her eyes wide with surprise. She grabbed onto Rhode's clothes with uncertainty. Hearing her question, Francisco laughed as he felt this little girl was too interesting. Could it be that she doesn't know what to do?
"Yes, of course, my lady. I need to have a good look at you so I can draw you. How am I suppose to draw if you are wrapped up in your cloak? I can't possibly draw you like that."
Francisco explained to Christie while smiling and waving his carbon pen. However, the little girl still seemed to possess some lingering hesitation and looked at the crowd with uncertainty. Rhode had already read Christie's thoughts and knew that Christie absolutely wanted a portrait, but she felt uneasy in crowded places. Now that it was bustling with noise and excitement, he could imagine the amount of attention she would receive after removing her cloak. For Christie, it was torture.
"Don't worry, Christie."
Rhode tapped on her little shoulders lightly and consoled her.
"Go ahead. I will be by your side to protect you. Don't worry; no one will do anything to you."
"…"
Christie finally nodded after listening to Rhode's comforting words. She stayed silent for a moment before summoning enough courage to walk forward. But before she took her third step, the little girl suddenly stopped walking. She stared at the portrait once again and turned around, pulling on the hem of Rhode's clothes.
"… Rhode…"
"Yes, Christie?"
"Can you do it with me?"
"…"
Hearing Christie's request, Rhode's heart dropped. He suddenly realized he had jumped deep into this pit that he dug for himself…
In any case, Christie was a girl, and people would say: 'What a beautiful and sweet looking little girl!' Which, in her case, was a compliment for a female.
But for himself?
'What a beautiful and sweet looking man…?"
Thinking of this, Rhode had the urge to draw his sword and kill anyone who said that.
If it was anyone else who requested Rhode for this, he would never comply. But as for Christie, Rhode could never reject her. Similarly, just like Christie could only truly be at ease with Rhode by her side. So, Rhode could choose to reject everyone else, but he definitely couldn't reject Christie. He didn't know why it was this way, just like how Christie didn't understand why she would be fondly attached to Rhode. Perhaps the similar appearance might be one of the reasons, but there was probably another deeper connection between them which they themselves can't understand yet.
In the end, agreed to Christie's request.
Rhode's worries were indeed reasonable. After removing his cloak, both of them received quite a lot of attention. The elderly and children that were resting on the stairs started flocking over curiously. Even the workers who were busy also noticed the crowd surrounding Rhode, which piqued their curiosity. After all, it was no surprise as both of them were beautiful, and looked almost identical.
After Francisco saw both of their faces, he was also inexplicably over the moon. As an artist, of course, he wished to retain beautiful things. Francisco wanted to compliment both of them again, but Rhode's deathly gaze brought him back from fantasy.
As everyone stood in a circle and watched, Christie became increasingly nervous. She inched closer to Rhode's side and clung tightly to his clothes with both hands. Rhode stroked the girl's long hair, and at the same time, shot daggers at the surroundings with his cold gaze. It proved useful, as some people within the crowd started moving away. Although Rhode didn't like his face, his special features were actually useful for making announcements. All the bullies and rogues knew about the incident when Rhode killed someone outside the Mercenary Association. Due to his distinctive facial features, everyone could recognize him.
After dispersing the crowd, Rhode and Christie finally could relax for a while. Francisco also started to display his artistic flair as his fingers flicked left and right on the canvas with incredible speed.
Francisco's speed wasn't slow at all, which was to be expected because he did this for a living. If he needed a few hours to complete a portrait, then it would be questionable if any model would want to stand there for that long. Also, Rhode's killer eyes subtly forced this artist to increase his speed to ensure his customer's satisfaction. Francisco didn't think that this was a bad deal either. He felt lucky that both of them had outstanding traits, unlike his other customers who required necessary touchups which took up some time.
So, without letting both of them wait for too long, Francisco quickly finished his artwork.
"Both of you, please enjoy."
Rhode took the canvas and carefully examined it. He had to admit that this artist was well versed in his profession. He captured a very sensitive motion between the two of them as the theme of his art. On the canvas, Rhode was caressing Christie's hair gently with his head lowered, revealing a warm smile. Whereas the little girl lifted her head, both of her hands were clinging to Rhode's clothes, and her slightly dilated eyes were filled with intentions to never part with him. Anyone who viewed this portrait would lament to the harmonious and beautiful relationship between the two of them. Even Rhode who had experience with photoshopped pictures on the internet exclaimed in admiration after looking at the final product.
"The time is limited, so this was all I can do."
Francisco revealed a helpless smile.
"If you would grant me the pleasure, I wish to spend more time to touch up on…"
"That's not necessary. This is good enough."
Looking at the portrait in his hands, Rhode nodded his head with satisfaction. Later, he handed it to Christie and tossed a gold coin over to Francisco. Francisco, who was shocked at the gold coin on his palm, tried to bite it with his teeth as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Then he exposed an excited, smiling face.
"Thank you for your kindness, my esteemed customer. You are too kind. To be honest, I had actually decided not to charge a fee. As an artist, to preserve eternal beauty is my pride. It is my honor for you to give me this chance, and I…"
Rhode nodded his head without any interest to listen to what he had to say and immediately pulled up his cloak with the intention of leaving. However, suddenly, a female voice sounded out.
"Never did I expect to see such a beautiful little girl here."
Followed by this voice, a woman who was exceptionally well-dressed, appeared in front of Rhode and Christie. She smiled as she looked at the little girl and extended her hand.
"Come, little one, let this older sister take a good look at you."
Facing the woman's extended hand, Christie was a little terrified. She moved back and shrunk her lower body. And at this moment, Rhode grabbed onto the woman's wrist.


Rhode is a legendary guild leader of the most influential guild in the VRMMO, Dragon Soul Continent. In order to cope with the death of his beloved sister, he dived into the game for seven long years. During this period, Rhode tries his best to alleviate his emotional pain through gaming, but alas, his life shatters once more when he heard his parents perish in a plane crash.

A month after the incident, he made a decision to quit the game and return to the real world. But just before that, as a final farewell, Rhode decides to fight the most powerful BOSS in the game with his guildmates. In the end, he defeats the BOSS at the expense of his avatar's life. Rhode smiles as his avatar dissipates in a beam of light. However, instead of respawning at the usual platform...

...

"W-wha...!"

Rhode shot up and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.

And thus, a player who had been creating legends in the game for three eras disappeared just like that...

Painting used to come naturally to Rylee. She could pick up a brush and splash colors on canvas without hesitation or regret. She was always the first to bring new ideas to her parents, or tack unfinished art pieces on the wall. It was only lately that it became a fight, and all those ideas changed. 

When she looked at a canvas now she had to force herself to get started. There was always a voice in the back of her mind doubting every choice. 'The eyes aren't right. The fur isn't spaced correctly. I don't like that color choice.' 

The longer she looked, the harder it became to move her hand. She wanted to create freely like she once had. Now she just eyed the imperfections and froze in place. It was like her own hands would not listen to instructions. 

Evan encouraged her, reminding her to keep working even when she didn't want to. The worst obstacle was the empty canvas. He believed in the slow and steady mentality that could fix anything. That was why he went for supplies and made her wait at home. He was trying to keep her from avoiding her lack of inspiration and teach her how to continue when she was feeling defeated. 

Rylee wondered how he would react seeing the hopeless paint blobs she had shuffled across the background. She felt ashamed as she set down her supplies and stared wistfully at the ceiling.

However, letting go of her brush turned out to be a bad idea.

Bandit took her preoccupation as an opportunity to steal one of her paint brushes and bolt out of the room with a tail wag of delight. Rylee yelled in surprise and scrambled to her feet, torn between the desire to stop her wayward dog and the interest in not injure herself further. All the commotion must have drawn attention because Evan rushed into the apartment looking winded, dropping his bags and snatching Bandit before he could splash any paint on the doorframe.

"I see I'm missing all the fun," he panted. Rylee bent to pick up the bags with an embarrassed expression on her face.

"At least he didn't eat the paint this time...." she joked. They returned to her room and Evan glanced at the discarded picture on the floor. 

"No luck?"

Rylee shook her head. He surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.  

"Maybe it's time for a break then. That trip to the store was more exhausting than I predicted."

"What happened?"

"Just some obnoxious strangers." He sat on the bed and pulled her next to him. Rylee accepted his affection, but her worry didn't dissipate.

"You can tell me about it," she insisted, catching his eyes. He seemed sad, and that made her even more concerned.

After a moments hesitation, Evan sighed, "I'm worried I've put a target on you. When I was at the store someone recognized me. What's worse, I guess the fan group for my comic found out you're my girlfriend. They seemed to feel entitled to invade more of my privacy the stronger my following becomes."

Rylee's brain struggled with the new information. It was crazy to think Evan's artwork had reached the point he had a fan group, let alone one that would even care about his love life. "Why would it matter who you date?" She asked.

Evan sighed, "It shouldn't, right? But I still want to protect you. I've heard endless stories of stalker fans. I don't want to feel comfortable because I'm just a web artist. Crazy doesn't have limits."

Rylee's heart sped up and she felt touched by his words. She hugged him tighter and kissed his neck affectionately. "I'll just take it as a challenge. I'll work hard to get up to your level. Maybe then they won't have much to complain about."

It felt like the spark she was missing suddenly appeared. She had something to prove now. She didn't want to drag Evan down, so the only solution was to catch up to him. If she also had popularity, maybe he wouldn't feel so guilty. Evan presses his face against her hair so his breathe was warming her scalp.

"We still...have plans for FanQuest?" Rylee asked timidly. Evan pulled back and looked at her, suddenly stern.

"Of course! I'm not going to let some teenage brats ruin our time together! Although I'm starting to wish I could spend the whole show by your side," he grumbled.

Rylee laughed, "Hey, we have jobs to do. We gotta make a living somehow." She looked down at the canvas, and reached to claim the discarded paintbrush from him. "Enough distractions. I better work. The show will be here before we know it!"

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

"The place where Elder Zheng stays at is really not bad," Lin Fan sat in his car, looked around and couldn't help but say with a smile.
He had given a call to Lil’ Wang and Lil’ Wang immediately drove over to fetch him.
He still owed Elder Zheng a favor for the previous night. He had to return his debt since there was no reason to drag it out.
Moreover, he wasn't stupid. Of course, he knew that Elder Zheng wanted very badly to have one of his paintings. Now that he was in Beijing, why not do a painting for Elder Zheng? After all, making a painting, to Lin Fan, was a simple task.
By drawing a single painting, he could cause Elder Zheng to be delighted. Lin Fan thought that this was definitely worth it.
Lil’ Wang chuckled. He liked the environment here very much as well. If he wasn't Elder Zheng’s security guard, he wouldn't have been able to enter this place.
Not long after.
They reached the destination.
Lil’ Wang hurriedly got off the car and opened the door for Lin Fan. "Master Lin, we're here. Please get off the car. When Elder Zheng heard that you were coming, his mood became very good."
Lin Fan nodded. This Elder Zheng’s mood had to be pretty good. After knowing that Lin Fan was going to draw him a painting, how could he not be happy?
"Elder Lin." At that moment, Elder Zheng stood in the doorway. When he saw Lin Fan, he waved happily.
Lin Fan waved back, then went forward and said, "Thank you so much for yesterday. If it wasn't for your help, the situation wouldn't have been resolved so easily."
"Haha." Elder Zheng’s thick palm patted Lin Fan's shoulder. He said, "Elder Lin, we're all friends here. That was just a small matter. No need to think so much of it."
Lin Fan knew about Elder Zheng’s personality and didn't say much after. That kind of matter, even to Wu Yun Gang, had been troublesome. But to Elder Zheng, it was a simple matter indeed.
It was the smallest of small matters. It may not even be considered a matter at all.
In the house.
Lin Fan's arrival made Elder Zheng very happy. A wide smile was spread across his face. He hadn't told anyone about this. To Elder Zheng, Master Lin now belonged to him. If he called anyone else over, who knew what would happen? If he didn't get a painting, then it would be a great loss.
As the President of the Chinese Arts Association, even though he was considered to be the biggest leader, he wasn’t a very prestigious President. If he was, he would've gotten a painting by now.
Tao Shi Gang and Yue Qiu Ju Shi, in particular, showed off so much that he almost couldn't stand it.
Lin Fan looked at the surroundings in the house. There were numerous Chinese paintings and calligraphy works hung on the walls. With one look, he could tell that all these were probably made by masters and had a pretty high market price. But to people like Elder Zheng, judging these paintings by price was very crude.
"Elder Lin, come here and take a look. This is my collection and some paintings that were given to me by my old friends. Now, I can only see these paintings and think of them. Sigh, humans are such fragile creatures," said Elder Zheng with a sigh.
Lin Fan nodded. Elder Zheng’s collection was shocking. It was really extraordinary. If another collector came to take a look at this scene, his jaw would drop.
The young man and the old man chatted together. Most of what they talked about was related to Chinese arts.
When one reaches a certain age, he or she stops caring about other things and only focuses on bettering oneself.
"Oh right, Master Lin, about last night, I've already told Lil’ Wang to communicate with those people's elders. Your friend can rest easy now. He won't receive any retaliation in Beijing," said Elder Zheng.
Lin Fan thanked him, "Thank you very much."
Elder Zheng smiled as he waved his hand, "I already said don't mention it. We have to commit to what we do, especially in this kind of situations. If we don't settle it completely, there might be hidden complications."
"That is true." Lin Fan nodded. He agreed with this statement very much.
They made their way to the study room.
Elder Zheng’s room was old-fashioned and had an aroma to it. When one entered, one could feel a peaceful atmosphere. In such an atmosphere, Elder Zheng’s heart could become quiet, so he could start creating paintings.
Lin Fan went in front of the drawing table. "Elder Zheng, today, I shall display my lowly skills."
Elder Zheng instantly laughed, "Elder Lin, your skills aren't lowly at all. It's not good to be too humble. Your paintings can honestly be said to be the best in our Chinese Arts Association. You don't know this but those old guys at the dinner last night hold your paintings in high esteem. Each of them wanted to request a piece but if even I didn’t have one yet, how could they?"
Lin Fan shook his head as he smiled. How could Lin Fan not know what Elder Zheng was thinking? This time he came, Elder Zheng was so excited, of course, it was because he knew that he was going to get a painting.
However, Lin Fan didn't say much. Elder Zheng had indeed helped him with a big favor, so Lin Fan had to thank him properly. Since Elder Zheng though so highly of his paintings, Lin Fan was going to do one for him.
At that moment, Lin Fan held the brush and paused for a moment. He was thinking of what he should draw.
Meanwhile, Elder Zheng stood there without disturbing Lin Fan. He didn't want his words to disrupt Lin Fan's train of thoughts.
After a certain period of time.
Lin Fan put down the brush, then took a deep breath. He looked at the artwork in front of him and nodded contentedly. "Elder Zheng, what do you think?"
This time, he had drawn for a relatively long time. However, Lin Fan was also a little shocked by Elder Zheng’s way of doing things. This canvas was quite big, so the amount of content drawn was quite great. This Elder Zheng had probably already prepared the tools long before he knew that Lin Fan was coming. He even got a bigger canvas on purpose. It was at least twice the size of the paintings that Lin Fan had made for Yue Qiu Ju Shi. Needless to say, as a person grows old with experience, his methods of doing things get deeper.
"Good, good, good…" When Elder Zheng saw this painting, he cried out in excitement thrice.
Then, he impatiently went in front of the artwork and studied it closely. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. It was as if he was immersed in the scene inside the painting and he couldn't remove himself from it.
"Grandpa…"
At that moment, a child's voice came from downstairs.
Elder Zheng was looking at the artwork in front of him and completely neglected this voice as if he didn't even hear it. He didn't bother about it at all as he was completely engrossed.
When Lin Fan heard the voice, he said, "Elder Zheng, someone is calling you."
"Huh?" Elder Zheng came back to his senses, then heard his grandson calling him once more. He instantly smiled and said, "My wife brought my grandson out for a stroll. Looks like they're back. This painting must be properly appreciated but now isn't the right time."
Then, Elder Zheng slowly placed the painting nicely. Since it had just been painted, the ink was still wet and he couldn't keep it yet. He just placed it outside.
"Alright, Elder Lin. With this painting, I am satisfied." Elder Zheng no longer had any desires. With this painting in his possession, what else could he say? "Let's go downstairs, Elder Lin."
"Alright."
Downstairs.
It was the first time Lin Fan saw Elder Zheng’s wife. She seemed like a peaceful old lady. When she saw Lin Fan, she was clearly a little startled because it was the first time she had seen her husband bring a young man home.
Elder Zheng went forward and said, "Xiu Fang, this is Elder Lin, a new member of our association. However, don't judge him by his age. Even at such an age, his art skills are extraordinary. He just drew a painting for me upstairs. I'll bring you up to see it later. It will definitely open up your eyes."
Being praised by Elder Zheng like that, Lin Fan was a little embarrassed. However, he could still accept it.
Because it was the truth. There was nothing wrong with what he had said.
However, when Lin Fan saw Elder Zheng’s grandson, his expression changed slightly.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Joshua found a very familiar object in the atelier. It was the same thing that Joshua had used to earn a living back on Earth—a graphics tablet.
It was with the advent of the graphics tablet that the Internet back on Earth officially entered the age of arts. All kinds of civilian CG masters emerged, and a large number of excellent CG artwork began to appear one after another.
Joshua slid his fingertips above the faint blue cube as it let out a faint shimmer and an unknown rune started to appear on its surface. The drawing interface was presented in the form of a runic projection.
His experience in using it made it hard for him to believe that he was in an age where carriages were the most common form of transportation. It... was the kind interface that humans would see in space travel.
Perhaps Earth had already accomplished it long ago? Joshua had previously tried an AR device in Google's HQ, and after he wore it, he was able to draw as well as paint freely in the space around him.
With a blank sheet of paper and a paintbrush, Joshua, with his "big tentacle", needed to try the new drawing method, which was generations in advance.
In just ten short minutes, Joshua had quickly outlined the image of an elf with sharp eyes and a figure that all women would aspire to have.
The elf was a character that most gamers on Earth would recognize. It was Queen Sylvanas Windrunner of the Forsaken from World of Warcraft.
Joshua had only managed to outline a rough draft, but the interface's function was rather potent. It had the most basic of coloring functions at the very least.
In the time that Joshua made Sylvanas' line draft, Ciri and Hyrlan had walked out of the small cubicle.
"I have some knowledge of arcanotech as well, so I could not help but try out your work, I... didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"
Joshua stopped his drawing and looked at Hyrlan as well as Ciri.
Hyrlan was the owner of the atelier, and the interface was probably something Hyrlan had made.
 "Oh, I don't mind it... Joshua. It is there for visitors to try out."
Hyrlan glanced at the drawing projected above the cube, and Joshua's line draft very quicky attracted Hyrlan's attention.
Many human painters had created paintings of elves as the main theme. After all, the elven race was synonymous with beauty in terms of human aesthetics, yet Hyrlan felt that this one looked a little different from the elves living in the forest.
"Visitors? It's a display object?"
Joshua looked at the other places within the atelier, and he did not see any other person aside from Hyrlan and Ciri. Besides, compared with the other ateliers Joshua had passed by earlier, this place looked a little deserted.
"So, Ms. Lloyd, are you planning to take part in the World Exhibition with this arcane device?"
Joshua's question seemed to stabbed into Hyrlan's sore spot, and her expression turned downcast.
"It would be nice if I could participate in the exhibition. All of the arcane devices on display in the exhibition will all be made from the hands of renowned masters... Although I really hope my work can be showcased there, regrettably, I should be thinking about how to use this device to get some money."
Hyrlan's tone was extremely self-deprecating. Compared with money, she was more eager for fame, but reality forced Hyrlan to face the importance of cold hard currency.
She used to be one of the talented students in one of Norland's finest magic academies, and the study allowance provided every year was enough for Hyrlan to live very comfortably. But of late, in order to get her mother's work showcased in the World Exhibition, she went all in to complete her arcane device.
In the end, Hyrlan's gamble did not pay off. Not only did she lose her fundings, but even her eligibility for subsidies was now in jeopardy. All of her savings had been invested in the production of the device.
"Ah, so it's like that."
Joshua could understand the reason why Hyrlan's futuristic invention would be ignored. Her invention was simply too "futuristic".
Back on Earth, the same situation would be like how people were amazed by the appearance of the small steam engine as they declared the coming of the industrial revolution, while someone suddenly came up with a graphics tablet on an LCD screen. It would be so outlandish for the people of that age that it would not be accepted by the masses.
There were no famous legacy paintings that were stored as "data". Only canvas-based paintings were eligible to be considered as a legacy.
"Then... Ms. Lloyd, I would like to invest in your research. Perhaps invest is a little inappropriate, maybe a cooperative venture... or an enterprise."
Joshua, however, was not a person living in the age of the Industrial Revolution. He was a person from the Age of Information in the 21st century. He clearly knew the value of Hyrlan's device, and it would play a big role in bringing this world into the Age of the Internet. More importantly... Joshua could use it to draw video game CG art.
"Enterprise?"
Hyrlan somewhat understood the first two words Joshua said, but Hyrlan had never heard of the word "enterprise", so she turned to Ciri with a confused look.
Ciri only shrugged, motioning that she was used to it.
"It is to work with you to promote the artwork created by your device to the world."
"Artwork? Joshua, the artwork drawn with this device is only saved within the mana stream of the runic unit. The art itself is an entity that cannot be touched, and if the device were to get damaged, all of the artwork will disappear."
Even though Hyrland knew how to store the "mana streams" within the runic unit inside an originium crystal, but the ethereal nature of the painting meant that they did not have any value. No matter how artistic it was, it could never be displayed in an art gallery.
"Value? Everything in this world has no value in the beginning. Their value is created by men."
Joshua obviously did not expect this world that did not know anything about the Internet to know that CG art could sell for tens of thousands. Nonetheless, even in the 21st century, painstakingly drawn CG could also be worth nothing because data... could be copied.
"Created value?"
Hyrlan's puzzled expression made Ciri inexplicably happy as it was the same when Ciri communicated with Joshua.
"Allow me to demonstrate."
Joshua walked to the Sylvanas line draft he had drawn earlier and added a few more signs on the drawing. Following that, he added the number "6" on the top left corner and the number "5" was written on the bottom left and right.
Joshua adjusted the details of the outline slightly and included some words in the middle of the frame. "Deathrattle: Take control of a random enemy minion."
Soon after, one of the strongest neutral orange Deathrattle cards from a card game called Hearthstone back on Earth—Sylvanas Windrunner—appeared before Joshua!
In the past, Joshua had handed over more than six hundred RMB to Blizzard[1] before he managed to draw that legendary card!
A normal draft or CG art may not be worth anything, but after turning the art into one of the rarest cards in a card game, countless people would not hesitate to go ham in order to get her.

And this was what Joshua meant by man-made value!
　　


A group of dragons binging on a Game of Thrones marathon day and night.
Elven druids are crying fountains of tears to the story of Hachiko. 
Humans and dwarves trashing a pub just for a legendary Hearthstone card.
Even the gods have descended from the heavens to rush the publication of “Sherlock Holmes”.
Last but not the least, the archdruids setting up an online auction house business with the gnomes and dwarves as the cultural invasion from Earth descends upon this other world!

"Ahh! Blue, how dare you turn this lovely garden into a chaotic and bloody garden to your canvas!" biting her red lip she lamented as she look at Blue her eyes are now full of blame. 


   Sadly, the person doesn't even put an interest to look at her. And keep her hands to finish her artwork. Then in a indifferent tone said "It is my interpretation, what can you do."


   This crazy girl! Ahh, truly infuriating. What interpretation?! its obviously her way to send her to death as she knows that the garden was her sacred and favorite place.


   "I'll tell this to Rancour and to Faust its their favorite place too that you were ruining." as she turn around she saw the two person who's walking to their side.


   "Faust and Ran, its good that you're here now, look at what this Blue girl done to our favorite place! Making it into a cursed place inside her canvass." 


   Faust cough a little as he look at the energetic girl and then to a girl who still coldly continuing her masterpiece as if there's no one around her. He then looked at the indifferent girl beside him as he helplessly look up at the sky and again to pray for his soul.


    "My great Lady Ragee i think its still normal for Lady Blue to paint this place to her liking." with his low and gently tone he tried to coax the girl.



    "How can it be normal!? This place are full of beautiful flowers that i personally planted and take care of them as a mother taking care  of her babies!" she shouted as she looked heatedly to the poor Faust. "To think that its all our favorite place...I Ragee's truly feel betrayed today!" with full of agony and reddining eyes she lamented as she looks at the people around her.


    'Not only stupid you're also an abnormal turning this garden into a graveyard then planting a different varieties of flowers so its only natural that Lady Blue take this place as a perfect gory model to her next project.' Faust silently scold the girl in front of him.


   As if she can read his thought she silently look at him and smiled mysteriously.


   "An abnormal indeed." as she said it she turned around and gracefully walked out leaving the three person with different thoughts.


   Making happiness are truly hard to obtain ah.

Lady Ragee 
 Being a secret daughter of a mad and obsessive doctor, Ragee's life had never been easy for her. Seeing his father abducting children and making them as his guinea pigs for his experiment can truly make someone insane. What will happen if the spoiled daughter of this mad doctor fall inlove? Lets see, will she become like his father? 


 Shin Ran Zandikcar
 a mysterious powerful man with his legal and illegal businesses. Has he charmed Ragee's unintentionally or it was one of his dark plans to take revenge.

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