Mara Hardsand is just a poor girl trying to stay alive on the City-Station of Wakefield. Denys Harcrow is just a son coming into adulthood under a father he's never earned the respect of. And Ashton Coppatt is just an outlaw in search of a place to lay low as the anniversary of humanity's tragic first-contact with an alien species known as the 'Rhea Massacre.’ But the lives of all three of them are about to be changed forever as Colonel Basileus Ryker arrives on the City-Station, bringing with him a dark conspiracy. A young orphan named Sorena has fled to Wakefield in search of sanctuary and Mara has sworn to protect her at all costs. With the aid of Denys, Mara enlists Ash to help them get to the Rogue Sectors aboard the stolen ship, Maid Marian, to escape the military commander and live free from the Government of humanity which has grown more tyrannical in the wake of first-contact.

	The sound of the music box was replaced by a heavy silence. The people recorded might've been from another species, but the fear inherent in a child’s keening for her parent was something that was instinctual. The child’s mewling understandably pulled a few heartstrings. 
	10 seconds later, Yao Yuan said firmly, "Alright, let’s all first collect our feelings. I know what we’ve heard is difficult to stomach, but we need to understand that this might have happened thousands of years ago… It shouldn’t weigh us down. If anything, we should be that much more wary if we don’t want the devastation that happened in the recording to happen to us."
	Yao Yuan continued, in a measured voice, "Continue analyzing this music box. I want to know everything there is to know about this music box. There is no detail that is too small."
	Before Yao Yuan could finish, a scientist stepped forth. "Captain, it is my belief that this music box is no less valuable than say a weapon blueprint or a computer chip. Of course, we need more analysis to be precise, but for starters, this music box has an incredibly powerful battery.
	"As you’ve said, this music box might be from thousands of years ago, but as we’ve seen for ourselves, it’s still fully functional. The only plausible rationale is that it is supported by a powerful battery, and the battery itself must be small, because the whole music box is only so big. With that theory in mind, one can’t help but draw a parallel to the lights emanating from the spaceship carcasses. Why do you think the lights on the spaceship pieces are still functional?"
	Yao Yuan turned back to the music box and concluded, "Yes, a small power system that could store an impressive amount of energy for an extended period of time. That would be a valuable technology for us to learn… What else?"
	With fear of being overshadowed, another scientist came forth and uttered excitedly, "Captain, there is also a small software program that we could study. Even though we already have a certain degree of mastery over sound-operated technology, there are still ways to go until we reach perfection. For example, we can turn lights on and off using our voices, but that is limited by volume and accents. Furthermore, because this function is directed by a written software program, the intended device has to be connected to a computer."
	Pointing at the music box, he continued, "Our analysis showed that the sound trigger for this music box is not influenced by conventional nuances like volume. It also responds to recorded clapping sounds. Such high sensitivity could only be explained by the presence of a highly effective sound recognition program. In other words, there exists a computer within this fist-sized object, one that is as powerful as our common home PC!"
	Yao Yuan started to view the music box in a new light. He was surprised to realize that this unassuming object of a child’s fist-size could harbor so many valuable technological marvels. He couldn’t help but feel delighted at the discovery. 
	"The technology for this civilization is, as expected, far more advanced than ours, but…" Yao Yuan hesitated before adding, "These are imaginable technologies… They’re not science fiction-esque technologies like the ones on U…" he caught himself and coughed, "Like the ones we have on the Hope, like the space-warping and anti-gravitational technologies."
	Yao Yuan almost blurted out the word ‘UFO,’ but thankfully he was quick to realize his mistake, because most of the people in the room had no inkling of its existence. 
	A girl among the scientists caught Yao Yuan’s verbal faux pas, and that girl was Bo Li. She narrowed her eyes at Yao Yuan as if admonishing him for almost accidentally spilling top secret information. Cornered into an uncomfortable position, Yao Yuan hacked out a few dry coughs. 
	In an attempt to divert attention, Bo Li said, "Further analysis could be done on this music box’s structural construction, raw materials, and even internal circuits. This reminds me. The metallic planks that Captain brought back were identified as a type of feather-weight alloy. Its light weight aside, it also has a tensile strength and melting point that is greater than all known metals. We’ve only managed to melt a tiny section of it by using plasma rays. We’ve learned of its empirical formula, but we still can’t manufacture this alloy because its atomic arrangement is one that we’re not familiar with."
	Recovered from his previous faux pas, Yao Yuan continued after some serious consideration. "Then could anyone ballpark for me how far ahead is this civilization’s technology from ours? We don’t need to go into something as detailed as how many years because too many factors could play into that, so describe it instead in terms of revolution. This civilization would represent which of our industrial revolutions?"
	"The fourth!"
	"The end of the fourth revolution!"
	"The middle of the fourth…"
	"The early fifth…"
	There were multiple answers, but they fell within the general duration from the late middle of the fourth industrial revolution to the cusp of the fifth. 
	Yao Yuan had studied plenty of scientific treatises ever since he got on the Hope, but he was ultimately not a trained scientist, so he asked, "Why are all of you so sure? Is there a huge difference between the end of the fourth revolution to the start of the fifth that there needs a distinction? Also, could such a huge fleet of warships really be created during the fourth revolution?"
	The leading scientist, Silewei, stepped forth to answer. "Captain, to understand all that, you first have to fix a misconception, one about industrial revolution… First, did you know that the advancement from the 20th century to the early 21st century is several hundred times greater than the total scientific advancement for the whole history of humanity? And the scientific progress achieved in the 10 years after the start of the 3rd revolution was about 100 times greater than the progress accumulated by man throughout both the first and second industrial revolutions?
	"Industrial or scientific revolutions are scientific progress calculated in exponential and not incremental increase. For example, if the first revolution is represented by the multiplier of 1, the second revolution would not be 2, instead it could 20 or even 200, and when it reaches the third revolution, the multiplier could be in the thousands or millions!"
	Silewei continued firmly, "Traditionally speaking, we can only predict what will happen in the next revolution. It is impossible to predict the one after that. Take the first revolution for an example, people in the 18th and 19th century couldn’t possibly imagine what things would look like in the third revolution. Important events like the moon landing, personal computers, and genetic engineering were for them stuff of science fiction. In contrast, they managed to predict the promises our second revolution would usher in, most notably being the discovery of electricity. This proves once more that my theory that man could only correctly predict the discoveries in the approaching scientific revolution but not the ones after that."
	Silewei stopped before pointing straight at the music box. "Captain, it is undeniable that this music box has opened a door for us. Instead of technologies like space-warping and anti-gravitational systems that we couldn’t wrap our heads around, this music box provides us with familiar but decidedly far more advanced technologies in fields of electrical systems, manufacturing, and computer science. This is definite proof that this alien civilization, with this music box as an example of its scientific product, is at the end of our fourth industrial revolution!"
	Yao Yuan sighed in relief. "That’s definitely good to know… I’ll be frank, I’ve been afraid the technology from this civilization would be far too advanced for us to study. Just like how it was with the space-warping technology, we couldn’t make headway into understanding it even though it is technically in our possession. That would also seriously deter our exploratory plans because its defensive system would probably be powerful enough to annihilate us with just one hit.
	So thank you for relieving me of my worries. This also confirms my suspicion that we will enter the fourth revolution after we acquire more of this civilization’s technologies. That will prove invaluable to our overall survival in space. Knowing this, I’m also less worried about sending our men into the junkyard."
	Pausing for thought, Yao Yuan breathed in and out several times before stressing adamantly, "The mission to scour the outer perimeter of the junkyard will resume tomorrow. Please do not stop with your analyses and experiments, because after we’ve acquired several more pieces of the alien product to ascertain its technological level…
	"We shall venture into one of the warship husks!"


Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration! 


John Smith grew up in foster care. Though he was a good kid, he always got paired up with families that kept him for a year or so. Many of these families were abusive, and didn't provide for him properly. Because of how often he moved around, he was never able to really have friends. Instead of wallowing in his sorrows, he read and learned. By the time he was ten, he knew more things than most highschool kids. He understood calculus and was fascinated with science. He knew that he likely wouldn't get anywhere with friends because of his situation, but his education would. When he turned nine, he joined the Brilliant family. They were quite nice people, and had two younger kids of their own. They wanted to take on foster care in hopes of helping a kid, as well as learning how to deal with older ones. John really liked his new placement, and was the first place he remembered where he could not worry about if he was going to eat that night. On the night of John's birthday, he went out for a walk by himself. It was the first time he recalled having such a large amount of interpersonal activity that he just needed some time to think. As he continued on, he felt a sudden shock swell through his body. Then, a large boot of purple lightning went through his body. The lightning continued for a few seconds, and by that time people had come out to see what was going on. As they looked at where John was standing, they saw electrical currents flowing through and around him. As someone tried to approach him, the lightning flowed over to him. John soon reality that his power would transfer over to anyone near him, so he quickly ran off down the street. There was a junkyard down the road and he hoped that it would act as a large battery to hold his electrical charge. As he entered, the electrical currents flowed into the nearby metal scraps and old cars. Soon the whole junkyard was lit up by purple electricity. He was finally able to stabilize himself, but not without a cost. The family never looked at him the same afterwards, and almost saw him as some sort of monster. After that point, John spent much of his free time alone reading, or down by the junkyard. After the events that played out that night, all of his friends stayed away from him at school. He was left to his own graces again, and found out ways to pass the time. Using old directions from the manuals in the junkyard, he was able to wire up a old computer and tap into a nearby cell tower reception. Because of how old it was, the tower didn't see it as another line being attached to it. When summer came around, he set himself out to learn as much about his new found powers as possible. He figured that he could try to get into a special school for kids with powers, but it cost money that he didn't have, and that his foster family likely wouldn't give out. With that in mind, he focused all his attention on practicing and learning ways to improve. He learned from public websites that the electrical power affinity was the weakest of all the known ones. This was because it involves either taking in electrical energy from an outside source, or self generation. Because of how these operated, it would be like using a battery or using a steam powered generator to power a city. So he began to research different types of metals that would conduct electricity better in hopes of maybe gathering radiant energy. He found out that a lot of these old pieces of junk had valuable material in them in high amounts such as gold, silver, osmium, titanium z and many other rare materials. After a few weeks of scavenging, he got around two pounds of gold and silver. He also gathered about six pounds of rare metals. With his gathered items, he used an old blast furnace and tapped into the power lines to create a Plasma chamber. He then made a cast for a rod and spear tip. Using the new plasma chamber and his gathered materials, he made himself a spear/lightning rod. It then took him the rest of the summer to refine it and make it smooth and sharp. The spear in it's final product didn't look that abnormal in color, but bad hints of gold and blue in it. He then took the remaining material and saved it for a time where he could sell it for money if he needed to. He continued his training into the next school year, when things started to really rev up.

In the year 2030, Humanity was faced with a cataclysmic event. A large meteor was going to hit the earth, so world leaders took the risk and fired nukes at it in a last ditch attempt. Far from what they expected, the reaction with the meteors material sent a shockwave around the planet. This shockwave killed thousands, and knocked out power for weeks. After all had settled down, humanity began to rebuild. In that aftermath, children starting at the age of 8 began developing new found powers and abilities. They did research on it, and found that there was a mutation on chromosome 23. With this, a new age if humanity commenced.

"Is this a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" asked Lea Panatella, grinning coquettishly. She took a step forward, which brought the tips of her Zeppelins into contact with Carlton Brock's chest.

Carlton grinned too, but took a small step back. Lea was a hell of a chick. That was why he'd made her Chief of Staff. But the President of the United States did not fuck around. No sir!

Carlton Brock was married to the daughter of the chairman of his party. She was pretty and wealthy and had been very determined to become the First Lady. She had badgered her pa until he threw his support behind her husband in the primaries. These concluded with Carlton Brock being elected his party's candidate for President.

Marrying the party chairman's daughter had been a very smart move. There was no way Brock would allow anything to upset the relationship he had with his wife and thus with her father, the party chairman.
He looked at Lea and said:

"It's a gun. I'm going to spend the afternoon out. Gotta show the people the boss is here, and in charge. No TV, Lea. We've been heavily fucked by no TV. And they still can't sort out the power thing. Small generators and battery-operated stuff work fine, but that's about it. So I gotta hit the streets and walk around a little and smile a lot. You know how it goes."
"Walk around? Mister President! If battery-powered appliances and generators work, so should car engines. Can't you ride around in a vehicle?"
"The cars, all the vehicles are still fucked, Lea. Don't ask me why. I don't know."
"It's because they are loaded with electronics. But remember that Studebaker that's on display at the car dealer's a few blocks from here? You commented on it last time we passed it. I think a car like that might work."
"It might, Lea! You're right! You're a genius, that's who you are. I should make you Minister of Industry or something. Get going on that Studebaker thing. I, uh - what am I supposed to do next?"
"I'm not sure," said Lea. "You told me the plan has changed. That the economics meeting ended early, and that the schedule for the rest of the day might be reshuffled. Has it been reshuffled, mister President?"
"Nah, it hasn't. Everything goes on as planned. It's just that the meeting on world economy wrapped up real fast."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Good, I guess. Everyone agreed we're introducing a new, universal, world currency based on gold and silver and stuff. And that there is going to be a global minimum guaranteed income program. And no income tax, but a big, big increase in taxes worldwide. Everything's going to be taxed at least 100%, Lea. Energy in all shapes and forms - 500%. That includes all appliances, all machines that use fuel or electric power. The base charge for electric power is going to be raised, too. Ten times, Lea! One... thousand... percent. You know what this means? No more holidays on Bali for this boy here, or for you, or for anyone else. Except for the guys that live there, of course."
"A thousand percent! I'd better remember about switching off the lights when I leave a room."
"Yeah. Well, gotta get money somewhere to fund this guaranteed income business. Things are going to get pretty interesting moneywise, Lea. My tip: any money you have, you better invest it all in gold jewelry, and do it quick."
Thank you, mister President. You look after me so well. You look after all of us so well. We all really appreciate it."

Clayton Brock smirked and adjusted the blond lock that kept falling over his right eye. He said:

"Right. So what am I supposed to do next?"
"A conference on the administrative and economic system in the New World. Guido Worst."
"What?"
"He's another of those geniuses with solutions."
"Hey, don't knock geniuses, Lea. This Troll guy came up with some pretty good stuff. Know who has the biggest gold reserves in the world? We do. And gold will rule the new currency. Nice, eh? That Patel woman also made a big contribution. It was her idea to tax energy so heavily."
"You liked it?"
"Sure I liked it. I like to take a walk in the woods sometimes. You know what's been happening to jungles, forests, stuff like that. We gotta cut consumption of energy."
"Of course."
"Okay. Now run along and get going on that Studebaker. I'm off to see the Worst. Ha, ha."
"Ha, ha."

As Carlton Brock made his way to the conference room, he felt vaguely guilty, as if he'd lied to Lea. But he hadn't lied to Lea! All this green stuff was important. It was a complete coincidence that his evil, scheming deputy came from an established oil family. The vice-president personally stood to lose a couple of hundred million dollars as the whole fossil fuel industry shrank to a fraction of what it had been before. The new energy tax would see to that.

Carlton Brock entered the conference room just as Guido Worst rose from a seat at the back, and began to shakily make his way to the lectern.

Guido Worst was completely terrified. He had just finished talking to Kasper Weinberger, head of the International Monetary Fund. Weinberger was in a state of total panic. His proposals had all been rejected at the economic meeting that had just ended. He had no idea of what to do next. The whole financial system had just been turned upside down. There would be one hell of an economic crisis, and he would be one of the people held responsible.

Weinberger had said he was seriously contemplating suicide. His gout had been giving him hell anyway. He was old and he was tired. Enough was enough.

Guido Worst wasn't old - he was in his middle forties - and he didn't feel tired, even though he'd hardly slept the night before. He'd spent most of it preparing his plan, the grand plan for the New World. In the process, he consumed nearly half a gram of pure pseudoephedrine, the legal, cheap speed sold as decongestant.

As he made his way to the lectern, his mouth and throat were parched. Grinding his teeth, he ascended the small stage and walked up to the lectern. He emptied the glass of water that had been prepared, and refilled it from the jug.

The people assembled before him had all been to the economic conference. They knew the score. They had approved a worldwide economic revolution. Guido Worst had no idea of what to say. The plan he'd come up with during his night-time vigil was in tatters. It made no sense with the new economic setup.

There was only one thing he could do: become a revolutionary himself. Emulate Troll and Patel. At the very least, he would shock his audience. He was going to enjoy that. He would make up his new plan as he went along, guided by common sense. He said:

"The colonization of the New World will require substantial funding. As we all know by now, funding anything is going to be a problem for a while."

An appreciative titter ran through his audience. Even Ruslan Grot allowed himself a small smile. Encouraged by that, Worst continued:

"We must make the colonization effort self-financing from the very outset. We know it has the potential to become very profitable. So, point one: setting up and maintaining administration in the New World must require very little or no funding to start with. It would be best if it was profitable. Every administrative center must also be a producer and supplier of New World goods and resources."

He broke off to gauge the reaction of his audience. They were all listening closely! Listening to him, Guido Worst! Maybe I really am a genius after all, Worst thought. Maybe all I need to do is just go with the flow. He smiled, and said:

"Point two. We must introduce a licensing system for colonizers. Every individual wishing to replicate in the New World must first obtain a license to colonize. This will include an implant kit, a hiber bed, and a documentation scroll. Licenses will be obtained at existing local government offices which will now all have a Colonial section. I propose that they cost the equivalent of a year's worth of the guaranteed minimum income that is about to be introduced. In addition, a licensed colonizer would lose the right to receive guaranteed minimum income payouts.

"Let's face it: a settlement in the New World will be like a money machine for its owners. They will be easily able to support themselves, and eventually become rich by trading New World goods and resources back on Earth. According to the documentation, transporting these to Earth is very easy. Which leads me to ask mister Carlton Brock: Mister President, have your people managed to transport anything from the New World?"

Carlton Brock flushed. He had been very reticent about the teams of soldiers and policemen and craftsmen that had been exploring the New World for almost a full week - over two months' worth of New World time. He knew he was envied by the heads of state that were cut off from their own countries.

They were also angry because the staff they'd sent to the New World had been chased off by Carlton Brock's men. He'd had to relent and allow each country to send a single representative. They were a fucking pain, over there. They had to be fed and clothed and housed and they poked their noses into everything Brock's men did.

Luckily, they hadn't discovered yet the launching pads built some distance from the settlement Brock's men had established. The pads had been built a couple of kilometers away from the settlement to ensure transported goods would arrive in a chosen spot back on Earth. A temporary receiving port had been hastily established in Central Park. The Park, which had a glowing cube of its own, had been cordoned off by soldiers and policemen. No one unauthorized was permitted to enter.

Carlton Brock said:

"Unfortunately, my guys haven't yet managed to find a good source of tiger rock. You know, the stuff necessary to build launch platforms. And they've been very busy building a settlement. It's not easy to do in the middle of the winter with nothing but stone and wooden tools. And on top of everything else, they have to take care of nearly two hundred other guys and girls who wander around and generally are a big pain."

He turned and glared at the people around him. Fucking freeloaders! Same old story yet again: people equated Uncle Sam with Santa Claus. So as much as he disliked lying, he didn't feel at all guilty when he said:

"We haven't received anything yet. The first launch pad, a tiny thing, that we managed to assemble was in the wrong spot. Everything went into the ocean or the river or whatever. We are relocating it and continuing to look for a good source of tiger rock. Unfortunately, that's all I can tell you at present."

Carlton Brock was lying. The big army tent erected in Central Park was half-full of stuff that had been sent from the New World, mostly minerals. The minerals included several big gold nuggets. That was yet another reason why he had supported Troll's proposal for a new world currency.

But he sure as hell wasn't going to tell them about that.

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SYNOPSIS

It is January 2nd, 2035. In New York, leaders of all the world's nations are assembling to agree on a plan to save the dying planet: Earth.

Before they can agree on anything, disaster strikes. An electromagnetic storm destroys the global power grid, and cuts communications. Billions of people die.

But as soon as the storm dies down, millions of mysterious, glowing cubes appear all over the globe. The cubes contain tools that will let humans colonize a new planet: a bigger, richer version of Earth.

The newly formed Colonial Council, which answers to the United Nations, has one goal: to ease the crisis on Earth by transfers of goods and resources from the New World.

Millions of new colonizers rush to the New World, united by a common purpose: to turn their dreams into reality.

Some dream of getting rich by trading New World goods. Some dream of conquest, and building an empire. Some dream of peace, adoration, and love.

Some will succeed, and others will fail.

But fortune always favors the brave.

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"I am going to go for my shift. See you later, Doctor Ling." Qin Min was a very decisive person. When she failed to attract Ling Ran's attention even with her uniform and cute dog, she did not take her losses and gains to heart. She did not even leave behind her WeChat ID. She just waved and left.
The Labrador reluctantly rubbed against Ling Ran's trousers, whimpered, followed Qin Min, looked back at Ling Ran, and pouted.
Dogs had their own spotlights shining on them the moment they started acting cute. Ling Ran could not help but wave goodbye at the dog.
The Labrador let its tongue roll out its mouth and ran a little faster.
"Having a dog can be quite fun." Ling Ran smiled at Yu Yuan and took out his phone.
"Wait until you have a dog that has coprophagy. That'll be interesting." Yu Yuan wrinkled her nose in disgust, expressing indignation toward this behavior.
Once Ling Ran thought about it, he found that he could not quite accept the idea, so he sighed, "Indeed, other people's dogs are the most fun to play with."
Yu Yuan nodded. "It's still alright if the dog eats its own poop… It'll be troublesome if it eats another dog's poop. Some dogs would even go and lick other dogs' butts. The most terrible thing is eating another species' poop..."
When Yu Yuan thought of this, she furrowed her eyebrows, "I have seen dogs who like eat elephant poop. You know that elephant's poop is rich in cellulose, right? If dogs like to eat cellulose, why not eat grass instead? Why must they waste elephant poop? Stupid animals."
Ling Ran chuckled, "You saw it at the zoo? There are strange animals in the zoo."
Yu Yuan was silent for a few seconds before she summarized solemnly. "In short, dogs are very dangerous."
Ling Ran smiled and did not take it to heart. He just continued to play his mobile game.
After all, there were no surgeries to be performed today. The ward area was in chaos. Even doctors have begun to provide the patients with information regarding the conference. They started doing short-term lessons so that they could make the knowledge available to the general public.
Ling Ran always avoided troubling matters like these. What he liked was orderly, organized medicine, not a chaotic conference. He even regretted coming because of the invitation. It was a waste of time.
Although it was said that surgeons had to participate in various conferences in the path of becoming a surgeon, the conferences themselves barely added much to their skill. Surgeons would still need to depend on their foundation.
If Ling Ran needed to waste a week or more to attend the conference, he would rather go back to Yun Hua Hospital. He chose to leave for a week because another batch of beds in Yun Hua Hospital would be vacated in a week's time.
Meanwhile, the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center had indeed vacated more beds.
They had fewer than fifty patients in their center, which meant that there were one hundred and thirty ward beds remaining. Of course, they would not have so many patients during the conference, but if he could last until the conference was completed, the current single-person rooms would be transformed into double, triple or even quad rooms. It was like a car transforming into a Transformer. Those rooms will become really great.
The last time Ling Ran was in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center, an extra one hundred beds were added. If the number of extra beds were taken into consideration, the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center still seemed very promising...
The next day.
With the surgery table as his guide, Ling Ran came to the operating theater.
It was clear on the printing paper hung outside the Operating Area that the only surgery scheduled today was Ji Tianlu's hip replacement surgery.
Ji Tianlu followed the model of having three surgery days in a week. For the remaining four days, he would be in the clinic for a day, and use the other two for meetings. He would then use the last remaining day as a freelance surgeon or perform some surgery that cannot be postponed any further, or continue to perform freelance surgeries. If there was really nothing to do, he would lead a bunch of juniors and teach them ward rounds, and he would do a good job at it. He could go home and sleep for four or five days a week. He was a young, capable, and a middle-aged model doctor who could take care of his family and career.
However, since the conference was going to be held at the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center soon, Ji Tianlu also only operated on every other day to ease the itch to perform surgery.
Therefore, a doctor like himself would be one who understood Ling Ran the most. He looked at how Ling Ran wore a scrub and came to the operating theater, pretending that he wanted to learn. He asked directly, "Do you want to be involved?"
"Yes!" Ling Ran had no talent in acting at all. He turned around and said, "Wait for me while I wash my hands."
After Ling Ran came back once he washed his hands thoroughly, he put on the surgical gown with the help of the nurse.
The surgical gown was fully sterilized. Although the scrubs were sterilized when it was worn, the sterilization requirements on it were not strict. As he donned the scrubs and washed his hands, it had definitely been contaminated with bacteria.
A purely sterile environment was very difficult to achieve, even in hospitals. To get a purely sterile operating theater, doctors and nurses would need to pay an incredibly great price for it.
An ordinary surgery could be done in a clean operating theater. Some could not even be performed in a clean operating theater, such as anorectal and general surgeries. If they had to use extremely clean operating theaters every time, their speed would be affected, because they had to clean it for two days before they can use it again.
Of course, the privileged can always enjoy better treatment. It was also possible for some people to prick hemorrhoids in a particularly clean ISO class 2 operating theater. That would depend on the level of privilege the patient had.
The hip joint replacement surgery was carried out in an ISO class 1 operating theater. Ji Tianlu waited for Ling Ran to come before he officially started the surgery.
As for the unnamed attending physician who had just changed his clothes and revised for an entire night, he could only replace the resident doctor who acted as the second assistant.
Doctors who were talented and had good techniques were valued and were more likely to get opportunities to perform surgeries. This was pretty indisputable. Attending physicians who could perform hip replacement surgery also competed fiercely with others who were of the same age to be able to be where they were now. However, in places like the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center, one would face stronger competition after becoming an attending physician.
If one managed to be outstanding in his circle, one would become like Ji Tianlu, a young and promising chief physician of around forty in the top hospitals in China. If one could not brave the hard work required, he could also transfer to other hospitals. Naturally, the person would become an associate chief physician or chief physician who would be valued at the age of fifty.
Ji Tianlu himself went through the whole process like that. So, he did not have any sympathy for any doctors under himself.
Doctors used the life span of patients as resources to get better. An ordinary doctor with ordinary talent can only do ordinary things. For those doctors who were not exceptionally talented but wanted to be a top doctor, they would just have to listen to fate.
He would not deliberately make things easy for other doctors.
Ling Ran stood at the operating table, but he did not harbor any other thoughts. While listening to Ji Tianlu's orders, he tried his best to reminiscence the various details of hip replacement surgeries.
Since he performed that one hip replacement surgery last time, Ling Ran had been reading a lot of literature regarding this surgery. After looking at Ji Tianlu's roster, Ling Ran decided to increase his knowledge about the surgery. He used the time he spent waiting for the game to end once his character died to think. He would read up the materials when he was the game banned him from competing.
Ji Tianlu did hip replacement surgeries in Mayo Clinic. After returning to China, he had more opportunities to practice and was quite skilled.
Although Ling Ran had never performed such an operation, he could perform nerve anastomosis, blood vessel anastomosis, perform tendon repair well, and he could suture skin well. The only drawback was that he did not understand the surgical method and also lacked the corresponding anatomical knowledge. However, based on the standards of local hospitals, Ling Ran could already take up one-quarter to one-third of the tasks directly without any problem. He was far more capable than attending physicians.
To put it simply, nowadays, there was no doctor who could only depend on one skill to survive. Compared to Ling Ran, those doctors were worthless.
If it were someone else, he may have become tired of being someone else's assistant, but Ling Ran still obediently followed Ji Tianlu like an ordinary resident doctor to accumulate experience, and he did not feel frustrated.
Ji Tianlu performed the surgery quite smoothly and was in a good mood. When he saw how Ling Ran behaved like the standard new resident doctor, he could not help but laugh, "You didn't manage to perform any surgeries over the last few days. Did you feel exceptionally anxious?"
"Yes." Ling Ran had his head bent and sutured with his typical competence. He did not understand it much, but when it came to sutures, he knew what was going on with just one glance. Furthermore, he had also looked at some hip replacement surgery videos. He was not completely clueless.
Ji Tianlu operated comfortably and said, "Wait until Academician Zhu comes back. Since he wants you to be a guest, then I am sure he would have found you a patient with a ruptured Achilles tendon. That patient is most likely an athlete."
"Will he?" Ling Ran's tone was full of expectation, and his hand movements became brisker. He even hummed a short tune through his nose.
The circulating nurse beside him was unable to resist the temptation while she watched him. She took out her mobile phone sneakily and secretly took a photo from a blind spot before she sent a message with it. [Doctor Ling is so cute. He was humming just now.]
[What song is he humming?]
[Wow, boys who hum songs are totally cool.]
[No matter from what angle, he looks so extremely handsome.]
[Just like a cute little cub.]
[You mean a cute lion. Look at Doctor Ling's muscles, that feeling of strength coming from it, wow…]
[His eyes are so mysterious. It's like I could see a whole universe…]
The circulating nurse smugly put the phone back into her pocket. She would just let the other b*tches have a little taste of Ling Ran. Doctor Ling belonged to the operating theater.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

The academy was beautiful, to say the least. The building walls were cream and it had victorian golden accents at the corners and edges, accompanied by blue tinted windows. There was a garden with paddy green grass and delicate pastel coloured flowers. A path made of stone led to the main entrance of the school.

Sam had a continuous discomfort since the time he entered the academy. There were countless butterflies in his stomach that kept on telling 'Leave this place right now'. Sam tried to wade off the feeling by talking to someone. He turned to Spence, who seemed quite content.

"Um... Spence, are you sure we are doing the right thing?" He questioned.

"Yeah. This is one of the safest places in the world."

"I am getting nervous by thinking about everything. My gut instincts are never wrong." Sam began to fiddle with his fingers.

"Dude, chill. Everything is fine." Spence consoled."

"You are right. I must be overthinking." Sam agreed.

They saw a man standing near the main entrance. He was tall and thin. There was something very unusual about that person but sam could not put a finger upon it. The person walked towards them and everyone stopped walking. He smiled at them, but the smile was nothing less than terrifying. His yellow teeth full of plague could give nightmares to people. Also, when he smiled, his eyebrows arched upward, making him look downright scary.

This person looks like a killer on loose.

"Hello everyone! My name is Adam and I will be your school-guide for the day." He had a sweet tone of voice.

I guess we should never judge a book by its cover. I need to stop overthinking!The person opened the doors and signalled something to the person standing in the corner of the massive room. All the students of the school gathered near the entrance, to welcome their new fellow mates. Their uniforms were clean and ironed. The boys wore cream shirts and cream pants with golden brocade, like the theme of the school. The girls wore navy blue cotton dresses with pink ties.

They all showcased warm smiles on their faces and displayed gentle gestures, like elite people of the society. After all, they all belonged to the high-class society. Only rich people attended this school until now. A boy from that group walked towards them.

"Welcome to the Bright Leaders Academy. I'm Richard, The Student Council President. I hope you all have a good time here," He said.

"Now, we will take you all to your dorms. You can rest today and join your classes tomorrow onwards," The instructor stated.

He walked ahead of the group and everyone follow. They were lead to a locked door with card access. He swiped his card and the locks clicked. The door opened inwards to a darker place.

Why is it dark?

"Don't worry my children, the lights are automatic and will switch on once you enter the room." He assured, once again flashing the creepy smile of his.

Am I prone to telepathy?

As soon as everyone entered the room, the lights switched on one by one. It became a brighter place. Sam could see everything now. The place was carpeted with red fabric and each of the dorms' room was made with oak wood and was coated with a heavy layer of varnish. Every room had a piece of paper stuck to it with the names of two students who joined in with him.

Why does it look temporary?

"Bond! I was searching for you for such a long time." Someone yelled within the crowd.

Sam turned back to see what was going on. It was a boy, about his age walking towards the stranger. He seemed quite different compared to the stranger. His dark brown hair, brown eyes made him stand out. The stranger had blonde hair and blue eyes. The only similar thing was their Asian features.

"Where... had...you... gone?" The brown haired person questioned between each heavy breath.

"I lost track of your whereabouts. I'm sorry Pin." Bond replied.

"At least you should have called me."

"My phone's battery died." Bond smiled.

Wow! This guy knows how to smile.

Even if they looked different, the two people seemed to know each other for a long time. They almost seemed like best friends. It is because they were.

"Sam, can you please stop staring at random people?" Spence tapped Sam's shoulder.

"Yeah... I was not even staring... at them." Sam rubbed the back of his head.

"Bro, I saw you now. You were smiling also."

"I was?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, It was kind of creepy," Spence answered.

The guide led each of the students into their respective rooms. Each person had a partner along with him. They had divided the rooms on the basis of the country where they came from. Sam followed Bond and Pin to see which country they were from. They entered the dorm with a tiny Thai flag attached to the nameplate. As for Sam and Spence, they entered the one with the Indian flag and slogged upon the beds.

"All students please report to the classrooms at 8:30 a.m sharp." Someone announced on the P.A system.

Seems like there is a lot to know about here.

With that, Sam delved into a deep sleep, unaware of what was going to happen next.

"What happens when you get trapped in your own life?"

Just yesterday, Sam was sitting in the comfort of his home and today, He was inside an anchor boat's berth, squeezed in with 32 other people with darkness surrounding him from all sides.

"Hell yeah! This is a perfect adventure but what the heck is going on?!"

"It all started with an innocent letter."

Sam and Spence were very ordinary high school students who were one of the 14 chosen candidates for Bright Leaders Academy, a highly prestigious school for elites. However, as time passes by, they discover something about the school and themselves, which they were not supposed to. The question is: Who will survive in this battle of time, wits and survival of the fittest?

I don't know where I am. I woke up in a room with black flooring and walls. I look around and there's nothing. It's all black, no exit, no entrance, no ventilation..There's no signs of life in the room. Everything is a pristine dark marble texture. I'm writing this hoping to get a reply from somebody, but I don't know where I'm gonna post it. 

If you're reading this, I am trapped somewhere. I don't know where, I don't know how I got here, all I know is that it's pitch black and the walls are slowly closing in. I've been here for multiple hours at this point and I'm afraid I'll never escape. All I have is my clothes and my phone. The room is completely sealed. No signs of anyone being able to enter or exit, and due to how clear the floors and walls are, nobody's ever been here before.

I aimlessly bash my hands on the wall, but to no avail. The walls don't react, but after a while, my hands are bloody. I try to wrap my shirt around my fist to cushion the blow to my hands, but nothing works. The room is too dark to see in. I can barely see my hands and feet. The phone's flashlight helps slightly, but not too much. I eventually give up and slide onto the glossy marble floors of my tomb.

If you're reading this, I've been here for what feels like days. There's no food, or water, or anything. There's no internet, either. The walls have closed in, and now I'm curled up in the middle of the room, tears staining my face. It's so dark. All I see is the light of my phone. My phone is at 3% battery, and it's getting more and more cramped.

If I ever escape, I'm never turning off the lights.

Multiple short stories based around one thing; fears.

When Kimura Kazuki and Sei Shigeru returned to Unto Shrine, they saw that Harunaka and others were already waiting for them.
Seeing that, Sei Shigeru laughed. "Why aren't you all sleeping?"
"Grandpa, how could we sleep? Just look at the time!" Asuka said unsatisfyingly. His stomach was growling when they were at the shrine just now, yet grandpa asked them to go to sleep. So they had no other choice but to lie down on their beds.
Mei, who was at the side, also nodded depressingly. She actually wanted to go with her grandpa to enrich her experience, but her grandpa obviously did not want to bring them along.
Not long after they had lay down, they heard some noises. They knew that their grandpa was waiting for them to sleep so he could go down the mountain to investigate. They did consider this, so they also pretended to have fallen asleep. Nevertheless, asking them to sleep at eight o'clock was too much for them. As modern people in Tokyo, if it was not twelve o'clock, they would not even want to touch their beds.
Harunaka grinned sheepishly at the side without saying anything. She actually had not fallen asleep either, even when Grandpa Shigeru came to look for her senior. She knew about that but she did not wake up. Her power was too little, so naturally she would not act recklessly. She was already content for being able to investigate this unusual incident with her senior.
Sei Shigeru smiled without saying much. He handed over the packed dishes to the three people. Their eyes shone brightly. Clearly, they were starving.
Harunaka returned the Jade of Four Souls in her pocket to her senior. The Jade of Four Souls had the power to calm wraiths. Therefore, even though they had not encountered any weird things at Unto Shrine, Kimura Kazuki let Harunaka held on to the Jade of Four Souls to keep Harunaka from any danger, just in case of an emergency when he could not react as quickly as he should.
"You hold on to this." Kimura Kazuki did not accept it and said calmly, "You can return it to me when we get back."
"Okay." Harunaka pleasantly kept it after hearing that. Clearly, her senior was worried about her safety.
As the three were eating, Sei Shigeru and Kimura Kazuki did not stay idle.
The things that happened when they went down the mountain were too suspicious. Even if it was tradition, it did not make any sense.
"Unto Shrine might have records at the Deity Rising Palace, but it was always outside the community. So basically no one comes to the Sakagami Village." Sei Shigeru once again gazed afar at the Sakagami Village below the mountain. He stayed silent for a while and spoke, "Now that I think about it, clearly Unto Shrine did this on purpose. Besides, the Onmyoji and witch from Unto Shrine never communicated with the people inside the circle. The reason that witch visited last time was because she saved the lives of the people from Unto Shrine before. That's why she could communicate with the people of Unto Shrine… Otherwise, even if Unto Shrine was destroyed, it would take a long time until it is found."
This length of time might be a few years… It might even be more than a decade.
It was because no one would intentionally come to Sakagami Village for a vacation. Besides, if one wanted to leave the village, there would be only one bus trip at noon each day. Sakagami Village which was practically isolated from the world would not be easily found by anyone in a short time, even if the entire village was wiped out.
"Looks like this is all because of Sakagami Village's tradition." Kimura Kazuki emphasized on the word tradition as he clearly did not believe that sleeping during the day and coming out at night was the tradition of Sakagami Village because this was illogical. If this was a tradition, then there was no reason for Unto Shrine to hide it. If it really was a tradition, there would be no issue for it to be investigated.
Even if it was exposed, people would just discuss it over the internet and would never dig deep into this because there were too many weird traditions in this world. Since they intentionally hid it, there might be more to this so called tradition.
Sei Shigeru nodded in agreement, but now that the two were in Unto Shrine and not off the mountain, it would be a long run even if they wanted to investigate.
Nonetheless, Sei Shigeru had looked for Kimura Kazuki during the summer holidays. Thus, he had clearly made the decision for a battle of attrition. The only thing was that they would have to go out and buy some food at noon the next day, otherwise, getting food from Otome Sakagami everyday would be inappropriate as well.
After Harunaka and others finished eating, they went into the house quietly.
Asuka kept sighing. Clearly, there was no entertainment of sorts at the Cloud Island. There was no telephone reception too. Playing an online game was a fleeting dream. Even if he were to play offline games, the battery would run out after a while. Then, he could only eat and sleep, or make some research about Enchanted Talismans.
At midnight, Kimura Kazuki woke up and helplessly caressed his belly. He was woken up by hunger, because what he had at Otome Sakagami's house previously was only snack foods according to modern people's glossary. They were not filling at all.
While thinking, he looked at Harunaka who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Obviously she was really asleep and not faking it anymore. He sneakily went out, wanting to see whether there were any special local products on Mount Unto.
This place was covered entirely by plantlife, the forest was thick and there must be some wild animals living in it. Maybe he could hunt and roast something for himself. If he were to battle with an empty stomach and could not concentrate, would that not give the enemy a chance?
Under the starry sky at midnight, the surroundings were dead silent. Kimura Kazuki could only hear a few breathing noises all around him.
These breathing noises clearly came from Sei Shigeru and the rest. Although Sei Shigeru was a grand Onmyoji, he still needed the sleep. After all, there was no human in this modern world who had reached the level of not requiring any sleep. At most, they would have more energy than other people, so they would not be affected even without sleeping for a few days. But with this way, they would not be able to concentrate well. In short, modern day cultivators would maintain a full energy of spirit.
Kimura Kazuki did not hunt around Unto Shrine, since Unto Shrine had 1,000 years of history on Mount Unto. The wild animals would probably not come to Unto Shrine and cause trouble.
Not far away from Mount Unto, Kimura Kazuki heard weird movements. Immediately, his ears straightened slightly and he listened carefully. That was the sound of chewing.
"There's animal hunting?" Hearing this, Kimura Kazuki's eyes seemed pleasantly surprised. It could not be helped, humans cannot live without food and his stomach was famished. Having meat would be the best option to fill his tummy.
Following the sound, Kimura Kazuki hid his presence. As animals were naturally more sensitive than humans, he did not want to startle his target.
However, after walking not further than 100 meters, Kimura Kazuki saw the scene before his eyes and his pupils shrank. Just about 30 meters away from him, there was a silhouette on the ground under the lights from the stars. The person's hands were holding a grey hare and he was viciously tearing at its flesh with his mouth.
Even without the star lights, with Kimura Kazuki's eyesight he could see clearly what was happening. The person who was lying in front of him had a buffed body and his clothing was coarse linen. This material was rare in modern days, but Kimura Kazuki knew that the people of Sakagami Village were mostly poor, so they made their own clothes. The person in front of him was most probably from Sakagami Village.
Yet now this villager from Sakagami Village was holding a live hare without even worrying about infection and was directly tearing it apart with his mouth. Kimura Kazuki could clearly see the fresh blood on the person's hands and also the blood and flesh on the mouth. At such a night, it was truly horrifying!
"Hiss…"
The hare's noise grew weak. It obviously never expected that someone would capture it and eat it directly with their mouth without first killing it. This kind of torture-like pain left it begging for death.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

"The sirens again." I muttered to my self.

Alarmed, the noise giving me a false sense of emergency. Its been a few days since the first time, I've woken up to the sounds of the shrieking sirens filling the halls outside and nearby rooms with high pitched tones. Five days ago, I awoke to the same loud noise. Nervous, sweating and frustrated inside the clinic bedroom with a head injury.  It was the same now, however, there weren't any bandages on my head. the reverberations kept ringing inside my head. I never got used to it.

I eagerly looked at the door. Even though I've long realized that the door wouldn't open, from what I had inspected the security lock on the doors of the facility automatically lock themselves in case of emergencies.

My bed creaked. 

I pulled myself towards the bedside, sitting at the edge while wondering—how did I end up here? or where am I? Confused, I ruffled my disheveled brown hair. "Argh!" I grunted painfully, as I felt the back of my head, swollen and tender.  The pain reminded me of my head injury that hasn't fully recovered yet. I covered my ears in hopes of blocking out the blaring noises. The noises were a burden to my aching head.

Frustrated, I went for the door. It was only a few meters away from my bed. I peeked through the small blurred window—flashing neon red lights met my eyes, I flinched. Concentrating my vision: I saw the white hallway filled with blinking red lights, bits and pieces, here and there. Outlines of papers, documents, furniture were everywhere. Some doors left opened, it was chaos. I could tell people fled. Something must've happened before I was conscious.

Finally it was quiet.

 My mind settled, its thoughts told me to open the door. I backed away from the window, and tried my hand anxiously onto the scanner. It felt like it was my millionth time doing this, I've tried so many times. To the point it made me anxious, frightened, jittery. What if?—I thought to myself, that I'd be spending the rest of my life here. Alone in this God forsaken enclosure. Now I knew what animals must've felt like stuck in Zoo's and cages. I shrugged off my negativity hoping that this time it might finally open. 

Electronic beeping sounds filled the silence. 

After a brief moment, a bright red light denied me of my intentions. Enraged, I kept slamming my hand on the panel out of desperation. Each pounding instilled a sense of dread within me. The thoughts of myself succumbing to dehydration and starvation—like a caged animal, scared me. what was I expecting?—I already knew it wouldn't open, but deep in my thoughts, I clung to the idea of freedom.

I had enough, my grumbling stomach reminded me of my hunger. Disheartened I turned away from the door, and eyed my surroundings. Beds were aligned from the far left of the room, all the way to the right. There was one open spot where a bed should be. The walls were white and clean, the interior was futuristic, metals used for furniture were chromatic in nature. The lights were lined along the corners of the ceiling, imbedded inside the walls. It looked more like a luxurious five-star hotel than a patients room except it had no windows. I fixated my gaze on the beds, while sluggishly walking along towards the end of the room. My left hand brushed by each bed railing, counting them to ease my exasperation.

"two, three, four, five." I whispered.

Seven beds in total, but only one of them was messy, used: it was mine. It had my name on a holographic plate above it. "Sylas Cree Illenium, patient no. seventeen". I must've been in an accident to be here. Each of the beds were a reminder that people were here, yet why was I the only one here?—like a prisoner in solitary confinement. I arrived calm, collected. In front of me stood a machine built into the wall, I timidly smiled at its presence. It was a sight for sore eyes. I neared the machine, peering at its buttons, so as to make a selection. I noticed an engraving along its serial number at the top.

"Food and Nourishment Auto-supplier (F.N.A.)." 

The word "supplier" stuck with him. The thought of suppliers came to my head, they were people that provided resources from place to place. I for one, should know—when I was young my father had been working in a company. He was a distributor, but he always had a knack for machinery. he'd always fix appliances. People, and friends hired him as a handyman. He's the reason why I had become an engineer. The low growling sounds of my bowels took me back to reality. I shook my head, and gaze upon the selection again. There were three buttons: breakfast, lunch, dinner. I pressed the first button and looked upon the digital wall clock above it. "08:13" I read, it was still early. A winding sound started and the F.N.A. Slid down a tray covered with plastic wrap, the inside was moist from the heat of the food.

I was chowing down on the overbed table before I knew it. It was the best part of the day because I never felt alone. I shut my eyes and chewed slowly with every spoon full. The meals reminded me of times I ate with my family when I was younger. My mother would make my favourite, apple pies. My father on the other hand was busy sipping coffee. My silbings argued, I stopped their childish banter because I was the eldest. Those memories made me wish I remembered how I had ended up here. I tried recalling, but I couldn't. Anything later than past memories was a blur. My empty tray and foodless plate brought me back to my horrid reality. I stood up, picked up the tray alongside it's empty contents then proceeded to the F.N.A. beside it was a chute meant for disposal. 

There I dropped it and went back.

Hours past since breakfast, and my stomach grumbled once more but only this time I wasn't hungry. It was already in the afternoon I had just done lunch. I went to the rest room. It was times like this that I was reminded that I'm lucky enough to have a working restroom. After I did my business it was already "02:34". There was a digitalized clock on the mirror to its left side, it caught my eye because of its neon red color. I set aside my glasses—dipped my hands into the sink and cupped my hands, it filled with water. I splashed it on my face. Staring into my reflection, I looked so lifeless. My eyes were tired, it had bags underneath. My hair was shaggy all the way to my shoulders. I was a mess, and worn the same clothes since day one. A white long sleeved shirt and black cargo pants marked with small letters that spelled out "ENGR" on its right side. I never thought that being isolated affected my state so much. I went out.

At times I struggled with entertaining myself. Since I was stuck in this room, for patients with all the beds, I.V. Stands, and charts. Especially now, I needed to distract myself from the silence. There wasn't anything at first glance in the room, but throughout the days, I managed to scrounge up some items. I found papers and some pens, along side some books with different topics, glow in the dark playing cards, an electric igniter, and a bunchload of all sorts of random items that people left here. They were all bundled up on the bed next to mine. 

In front of my overbed table, and sitting on the comfort of my own bed while reading. My mind drew constant thoughts of the isolated situation I was in. I couldn't help it. The silence grew, slowly haunting me. I forcefully diverted my attention onto the book, trying to ignore my loud thoughts. My mind blanked out—The silence felt unbearable to me, it felt as though my skin was crawling out of desperation. I was in a trance, thoughts bombarded my head. Each constant bombardment of explosions emerged stronger, and louder by the second. Slowly closing in my vicinity. I felt powerless, trapped in my own mind. Bang! the sound of the metallic table echoed inside the room. As I dropped my head on top of the book. Hoping I would gain control. It had already been five days since the first time I woke up. At the start I could tolerate it, and I would. The following days I had a hard time dealing with the silence. I gripped my hair. my face contorted out of pain, and confusion. Tears rolled down my face. I couldn't take it anymore. 

My distress fueled tears stopped as I heard a faint and clear voice that echoed across the room.

Stuck in a room to live an isolated life, is a man named Sylas Cree Illenium. Spending each day alone is a struggle. Will he eventually found out what's beyond his room? Will he discover the reason behind his confinement? How did he get there? Or will he succumb to insanity? Or will he survive.

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