Once The Bringer of hope defied, It Disrupts to become a chaotic Death Bringer.
 
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Word Count for every Chapters is 150- 300

The cart took about more than an hour, to reach the stone quarry.
They passed from the edge of stone quarry village, then turn to a fork in the road, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, they see a large field in front of the exposed loess.
The middle is broad and flat, one side is the entrance, another side was a big pile of well-made brick,and another two sides was seven large and small kiln entrance that was placed along the mountain, next to the kiln entrance was piles of yellow clay, brick mold, wood kiln fire, barrels, tubs, shovels, small carts and other objects. Five or six workers wore patches of brown were busy.
Seeing them come over, the owner, old villager Shi was smiling with both hands covered by the sleeves, greeted: "This brother, are you here to buy bricks or tiles ah?"
Li Da Mu then laughed: "My neighbor wants to repair their roof. They purposely come here to buy some tiles.
"Oh, this way please, please! Here we got good mud; the kiln is also great, bake out the best quality tiles. Not only is it durable, but the price is also fair ah!" old villager Shi smiled and led them to one side, where the pile of tiles was placed.
Lian Fang Zhou smiled: "We have three rooms; one and a half need to replace old tiles. I'm afraid the other one and a half have to change some. A total of two rooms should be enough! Should be a total of 50 square. Can you calculate how much we need?"
She shyly smiled as she spoke: "We do not have much money, and also embarrassed to bargain the price! Since you said the price is fine, then that's fine! When we build a new house in the future, we'll come here to patronize you!"
Lian Fang Zhou spoke very clearly, fluent words, like flowing water and as clear as noonday, making old villager Shi hearing it feel startled.
Old villager Shi can't help but narrowed his half-lidded eyes and looked at the girl in front of him. Fourteen years of age, slightly thin physique, wearing old and clean coarse red floral clothes. She had a clear thin face, a pair of pupils that are bright and piercing, compact little lips carrying a slight smile. Her hair combed into completely neat, ordinary rural girl style. The whole person reveals a spirit of vigor, making the people that meet her can't help but have a good feeling inside.
Old villager Shi couldn't help smile. Looking at Lian Fang Zhou, he said a few "good" word. He gave a thumbs up and smiled: "The girl is really clever and refreshingly smart. Oh, I don't know which family is so blessed, to have such a good daughter! It's settled, with your words, this old man hearing it feel comfortable. The price I'll give you is the lowest, and the things also give you the best!"
"Then many thank boss Shi!" Even Fang Zhou grinned as she nodded.
Since the past two days, Lian Ze became familiar with Lian Fang Zhou's tongue, so he didn't feel anything strange. However, Li Da Mu, like old villager Shi, was stunned!
Lian Fang Zhou's performance just now overturned his impression of her in his mind.
If it wasn't human or still that person, and the appearance didn't change, and also have Lian Ze by her side, he would be suspicious about whether the girl in front him was really Lian Fang Zhou?
Li Da Mu secretly sighed: it seems that Yang dissolving the engagement and Hua family's daughter-in-law creating a scene stimulated this girl to change dramatically!
"You're welcome," Old villager Shi smiled as he said. Suddenly was in a teasing mood. He then turned to Lian Fang Zhou again and grinned: "Little girl ah, my tiles are this big, if you can figure out how many pieces are needed, I will give you another two percent discount, how about it?"
Lian Fang Zhou eyes flashed, but still smiled: "How can I actually calculate that accurately, don't make fun of me."
Old villager Shi waved his hand, swept away that neither long or short beard of his and laughed:"I am not joking, I'm serious! Haha, in fact, it's not bad to be able to calculate. As long as the difference isn't too big, then you win!"
Seeing the interest in old villager Shi's eyes, Lian Fang Zhou thought for a moment before she nodded politely. She chuckled: "Since it's like that, then I'll give it a try. And if I'm not accurate, uncle you cannot laugh at me!
Old villager Shi Haha as he laughed: "I won't, I won't. Go count for us to see."
The workers who were working heard this looked at Lian Fang Zhou. Such a small young girl, to actually be able to count. They couldn't help but be curious. They have stopped whatever labor they were doing and gathered around to watch the spectacle and gossiped quietly.
Lian Fang Zhou took a tile, estimated with her finger. She determined the length and width of the good and computed the area. The floor had a thin layer of loess. She readily folded a small branch and squatted down to draw on the ground.
All the workers have never seen the Arabic numerals(i.e. 1234…). Seeing her on the ground, they could not help but wonder as if seeing something strange. One couldn't help but ask the old villager Shi: "Boss Shi, what is this little girl writing?
"That's right, what is that word? Really strange!"
"Ain't that right, never saw it before."
"I say, is this even a word? Why do I feel this is like the five cloud view of Master Zhang's painted character ah!
Everyone that heard this could not help start laughing.
Lian Ze saw them laughing at Lian Fang Zhou couldn't help but blush. He exclaimed: "Since my sister dares to try, then it'll work. What are you laughing at? What's so funny!" 
Everyone heard this and laughed more loudly. While laughing, they also tease Lian Ze.
Old villager Shi coughed twice, then it stopped.
Lian Fang Zhou smiled, neither defending herself nor felt embarrassed. But she moved on like a flow of water as working on it.
In fact, this was elementary math. Just need two or three sentences of working out, and she finished calculating. She smiled as she reported a number. At the same time, she stood up conveniently erasing the numbers on the ground with her foot.
"That fast?" old villager Shi was stunned, everyone was also shocked.
Calculating without an abacus, but also so fast, was very frightening!
"Boss, is it right, is it right? " Everyone talked over each other, filled with impatient.
Old villager Shi stared: right or not right, how was he to know? He also needs to calculate before knowing!
Without waiting for his order, a worker had already speedily run to bring the abacus and handed it to him with both hands. Countless pairs of eyes watched him.
"Sister, did you count it accurately ah?" Lian Ze could not help whispering to Lian Fang Zhou. Li Da Mu was also concerned and looked over.
Neither fast nor slow, Lian Fang Zhou glanced at Boss Shi who was working on the abacus with the beads fly away. She beamed: "Wait til Boss Shi finishes counting then we will know it!
Her carefree look and gentle smile made the uneasy Lian Ze settle down straight away. Lian Ze blurted: "I believe that her sister must be right.
"Oh?" Lian Fang Zhou laughed, "Why?"
Lian Ze stubbornly said: "I do not know. Anyway, I just believe in my sister."
Lian Fang Zhou gave a satisfied nod and smiled: "Good brother."
"Amazing! Really amazing!" old villager Shi looked at the figures on the abacus, was shocked speechless.
"It is accurate!"
"No way! It's right!"
All the workers were also surprised.
Li Da Mu and Lian Ze's heart fell to the ground. The two of them looked at each other with a giant grin. They are happy for Lian Fang Zhou.
Someone could not help but said: "Boss, how about you count it again?"
Old villager Shi slapped back of that person's head; his eyes glared: "You doofus! What? You suspect that I count it wrong!"
"No no ..." The man's face turned red. He hurriedly denied, which attracted everyone laughter.
"What are you laughing at! What so funny! Still not hurrying to do work!" old villager Shi glared at everyone.
Everyone obediently answered, but could not help look at Lian Fang Zhou a few more times. They went away gossiping.
"Boss Shi, does what you have just said, still count?" Li Da Mu laughed.
"Of course! Of course, it counts" old villager Shi simply nodded, toward the Lian Fang Zhou. He put up a thumb: "Miss Lian is the most intelligent girl I have ever seen, really! But, Miss Lian, just now the drawing on the ground. What are those thing?"


The people of Dafang village all say, the personality of the Lian family’s eldest daughter changed dramatically after her engagement was cancelled by her fiance’s family. She became extremely forceful and unreasonable. 
After hearing this, Lian Fangzhou secretly thought: Forceful? My parents are dead, my little brothers and sister are still young, with no one lending a helping hand, there are too many people looking to bully us showing up at my door! There’s still the most shameless pair of uncle and aunt eyeing our few acres of land, and even scheming to sell me off as a concubine! Treating my siblings as servants at their beck and call! If I was not forceful, how would we be able to live in peace? Don’t tell me that I should act like the previous Lian Fangzhou and die from extreme anger?
 In order to quell this bunch of demons, break out a wide path to walk on, angelic faces are useless, only the tricks used by malevolent spirits are the way to go! 
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**Warning: This is a pure fan-translation project by Maggie. The release frequency would not be guaranteed.**

It began with some cultivation novels. The currency of power stones and spirit stones spread far and wide. All could calculate based on word count and claim daily a range of spirit stones. If luck would have it, novels had their chapter prices slashed, and several chapters could be read in a day. Experience stayed simple to accumulate, and various grandmasters arose. Sharing widely, the audience grew and grew.

Then, the greed attacked. All knew of stolen translations, of novels ripped straight from the hands of authorized personnel, of DMCAs spread far and wide. Yet, a new item of interest arose. Eyes set upon the gifts of readers. To receive so many represented status, yet their value meant nothing if claimed from daily spirit stones. Complaints spread far and wide.

Enough of the bull. I'm too lazy to narrate properly. I could barely handle all the infuriating and unpleasant things before. Now, fast passes are GENRE LOCKED? WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THIS HERESEY!! REVERT IT BACK!! CHANGE IT!! I DON'T WANT DISGUSTING, SMARMY ROMANCE NOVELS, WITH THEIR COOKIE CUTTER RAPEY AND OVERBEARING MALE LEAD! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT TRASH!!!

WHAT IN TARNATION IS "HOT BLOODED" GENRE!! 

HOW DO I LOOK AT GENRES, BECAUSE WHEN I USE BROWSE, HOT BLOODED DEFINITELY AIN'T THERE!!

I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SEARCH USING TAGS!!

WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO KNOW WTF IS GOING ON!! SIMPLIFY IT!! MAKE IT EASIER!! WHY SPREAD OUT ALL YOUR JUNK INSTEAD OF MAKING A LIST AND ADDING DEDICATED BUTTONS FOR THINGS!!! WHY CAN'T I USE THE SEARCH BAR FOR TAGS???

I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!

These are stories written, but not explored in depth, by a lazy man.

1: A man, sick of his situation, has troubles with the phone ringing.

2. It’s Valentine’s Day.

3. There once was a platform for web fiction.

With the rules set and explained, the only thing left before they could play was the turn order, but that was settled quickly: Ravirre offered himself, and no one protested. After that they moved clockwise, so Nova was second, Killian third and Unguis fourth.
Nova understood Sanguis's hint now, and was grateful to have it, but she was much angrier with him for not explaining what the game was about. She avoided biting anyone the whole banquet and her entire time in game before—and she wasn't the only player to do so—and she was positive that Sanguis noticed that too. He said nothing about it earlier, and Nova hope that meant that it was alright—but as soon as he had an opportunity…
She threw him a frosty glare, but he only smiled at her in return. Nova huffed and turned towards Ravirre, who was preparing for his turn.
Nova took a moment to examine the last prisoner. The Dapatio had 'Life Vision' passive ability, which allowed them to see remaining health of other creatures, but everyone else could only look for visual cues. The bound vampire was as pale as vampires go, so the skin colour wasn't a good indicator. There was a bite on his neck and his wrist, and a few nicks left by a knife—some people preferred to use glasses. The vampire was lying still and tense as Ravirre stood up from his seat and hovered over.
Nova looked up at him, just as tense, with thoughts flashing in her head.
'So, as they said, a vampire bite deals fixed amount of damage in percentage of target's maximum hit points, that depends only on the amount of blood drained. When I will bite, I will see the amount of damage I've dealt. If I count the length of other's bites… Or better, the amount of sips they make… I will be able to calculate how much HP the prisoner has left. Approximately, at least. But that should be enough. There aren't even any bets! I can lose and it all will be alright, except for some shame, probably… And this vampire dying right in my hands…'
The last mental image was quite disturbing. The corpses in WoD did disappear after death, but not instantly—there was a two-hour window during which they were available for butchering or necromancy. Of course, that was mostly used for monsters, but it still made death a little heavy on unprepared people. There were many reasons for people to write about how World of Damned was made by Satan worshippers to make human sacrifices where it was legal.
Nova shook it off and concentrated on present, where Ravirre leaned over the prisoner's neck. There was something strangely erotic in that. Despite Nova working hard on thinking about the prisoner as only that and not even reading his name, she noticed how his short blond hair was a stark and beautiful contrast to Ravirre's dark curls. When they were put together, Nova saw that Ravirre's skin was a shade darker than the prisoner's.
'Can't you just bite him already? And stop being so damn… sensual about it! You don't even care that he's a man too, aren't you?' Nova shouted in her head. She wished to look away, but that meant that she wouldn't be able to count how much blood Ravirre would drink.
He didn't actually bite down. Instead, he put his lips on an existing bite and sucked. Nova looked at Ravirre's throat, putting every other thought away and concentrating only on counting the bobs of his Adam's apple. 'One, two, three, four, five, six…'
Ravirre stopped and returned to his seat, licking a drop of blood from his lips. "Your turn, Your Majesty." He gave Nova a meaningful smile, but she wasn't sure about what kind of meaning was that. She wasn't even sure if it was a good one or a bad one.
"Right." Nova wanted to fidget with trepidation, but that'd be a show of bad manners and weakness. Doceni was very keen on telling her how important it was to not show any of both. If she wanted to be respected—and damn, Nova wanted that!—she needed to suck it up and play by the game's rules.
And those told that it was her turn now, even if she didn't want to put her lips on anyone's skin. 'Except for Sanguis's, maybe… Ah, no! Even if he is gorgeous, he is still a jerk!'
Nova stood up and leaned towards the prisoner, looking for a good wound to reach out for. With a corner of her eyes she saw Unguis's curious look, and Killian's dark one.
"Is there a problem, Your Majesty? I've noticed you didn't drink at all tonight. I thought you'd be eager to take vengeance on your enemies, with your… fierceness," he said. Nova swore he wanted to say something much less pleasant instead of the last word.
"Oh, I'm very eager, Primo Belualis," Nova replied, pouring all her current frustrations in these words and her glance, that was frosty enough that Killian recoiled for a moment. It made Nova fight to show a small smile instead of a smug grin. She knew he caught the double meaning.
But she still needed to bite that poor blond vampire, or suck on an already existing bite. 'No, no way. Adding an indirect kiss to biting someone—that's one too many,' Nova thought. 'I can just suck on some knife wound.'
She found one on the prisoner's wrist, a modest enough place, and put her lips on it. She sucked, and her mouth immediately filled with a rich, sweet taste of blood. It was a fine bouquet, but not as fine as the drinks Nova had living in the Onyx Castle. 'This guy is definitely not on level one hundred and twenty, but not too low either. With his HP… Maybe around ninety, if he has enough VIT…'
Nova dropped that thought and concentrated on counting her gulps. 'One, two, three, four, five, six.' She moved away and looked at the messages in her system log.
[You dealt 2520 damage.]
[VIT increased by 80 for 2 hours. Efficiency of healing items increased by 30% for 2 hours.]
She sat back in her seat without another look at Killian, her mind set on math. It was a good thing Nova had good grades in school… and then a lot of practice planning her budget.
'Sanguis said the prisoner had thirty-one thousand hit points left, or seventy-four percents. That means that a single percent would equal four hundred eighteen HP… without counting the reminder. It means that I just drunk about six percent, again not divides evenly, but almost. That means that I drink more or less on percent per gulp. Now, let's assume that everyone is about the same… That means that after me and Ravirre, there's sixty-two percents left.'
While Nova thought all that, Killian found himself a spot to bite—a wrist. The hand that lied on his side of the table was clean from any previous bites, and he sank his fangs in it in a single swift movement. Nova was so distracted by counting and watching him at the same time, that couldn't even feel appalled.
The prisoner jerked as Killian's teeth pierced his skin, but this was the extent of his struggle. Killian also made six gulps before letting the prisoner go.
'Convenient,' Nova thought. 'I guess, the first round is for testing waters. Everyone else must be calculating in their heads too. I wonder if it's easier for them, since they are NPCs. Don't they have computers for brains?..'
It was too complicated for her at the moment, even if she had much fewer things to calculate now. 'If Killian also took six percents, that means there are fifty-six left, but his mouth is much wider than mine or even Ravirre's. I'd say that he drank down seven percents at least… But it's hard to tell. Let's think that there are only fifty-four left now, just to be on the sure side.'
The last one to bite was Unguis, who looked full of anticipation, staring at the prisoner like a hungry man at a steak. He, like Killian, bit on the prisoner's hand, but chose a spot a little to the side from Killian's. His bite was brutal, made not only with his fangs but also with the rest of his oh-so-very-sharp teeth. It made the prisoner let out a muffled by his gag scream and turned Nova queazy. Not in her stomach—that was just a game construct, after all—but in her soul.
She counted eight gulps, but couldn't bring herself to calculate anything with it. The second round began.

As a girl born with a heavy heart deficiency, Nova knew from an early age that every day may become her last. She died just the way she wanted—without even noticing, while playing a virtual reality online game. What she’d never think about is that afterwards she will move into a body of someone else—and not just anyone and any-when. It was a body of a bride in front of the wedding altar. In the same game she’s been playing in!

“With the powers invested in me by Blood Mother, I declare you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Just like that Nova became the vampire queen, a legal wife to the majestic, handsome and deadly dangerous king of vampires. Now there are enemies gathering from all sides: nobles with high expectations, players always eager to bring mayhem and werewolves—vampire’s historical enemies. Even the game system itself keeps opposing her—and there’s still the wedding night looming ahead!

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As she heard him, a flash of light crossed her mind and turned to dashed in zero zone. His each word framed as arrows, impelled her indignation all over her countenance. . 

It's ridiculous. He must be dreaming, Hoping from her to commenting such a cliche. 

If he asked for apologize, she would do it without getting a second thought but he involved her father's appellation in his vicious snare. She would never claimed this abasement even if he burned her alive.

Despite of it, admitting prepetration may decree her to participate plus company might be secured only if she let her gurds down but it's not produce even a inch of  amortization

However if she knew, that he gonna split out this lewdness she would never allow her tougne to speak. It doesn't matter how circumstances are going on. There is nothing important more then reputation and prides. 

This may a last chance but not least, it's not worth enough to squander dignity.

Grumbling has commenced once again. which has just paused a little while ago by great effort of host. And recently his all drilling flowed away as water of river.

"She is Yun Song's daughter My Gosh. Mr. Sun really something, First he destroyed Yun Song, and now didn't Spears even his daughter."

"HaHaHa.. She deserve it, How high she thinking of herself. Ones need to know their place."

"Gosh Mr. Sun playing hard to get... Poor girl?"

Various types of comment was emerging from around. Their voice was strong to hear but not that bountiful to identified who is saying what.


"Why are you turned collapse, break this taciturnity of your. Hurry up and pronounced" He was calm as clam as before but strong enough to buzzed evey corner of room.

YunSu didn't say anything and keep looking at him blankly. This time she didn't demonstrate her vexation. 

"YunSu?" In dam voice Jack named her. From the start he was pereiving that they had some immortal motives, However he was holding believe on her to handle them. He never imagined, that old guy shoved them in this toilsome situation. 

She still didn't respond.

There was no parameter which can calculate his hateness towards Yun Song. Wang Wei wasn't able to squeezed the egerness which he was getting to seeing her turing statue. His narcissism was reaching above to haven.

Since she the daughter of foe, he can't help it, it's her own unfortunate. If she is not carrying surname of that guy then, he may think to deal with her easily.  However, it his commitment, he will spare any individual who has relationship with him.

"I'm gonna count three times, If you don't do what I commanded then get lost from this place without increasing this fuss."

The worker who was trying to gather courage to stop him finally collected some. It was his dirty to short out this soon, 

Moreover what going on was totally wrong. He was feeling extremely guilty for the girl who is standing beside him. He couldn't take her side open because he was noting more then a mare worker. "Sir please stop it." swearing to god he requested.

"Shut up. Don't dare to oppose me."  Wang Wei groned.

His yell make trambled him on the spot and influence make him gulp his own saliva.

"One"....

"Two".....

"three"...

Each time when he counted, YunSu's heartbeat raised with his raising voice. And his last word gave her heart a saficient pressure to pump repedly.

"You have lost your chance now get lost." Wang Wei uttered his terminating commond. He is seeming himself as a God who has written her entire destiny with his one move.

She still didn't respond and gazing at him with her hateful eyes.

Awakened from intoxiotey he recognized her stare, She was reflecting like a chained beast if only one chain breaked then she would chop him in second.

He didn't presuppose that one day would come when he compressed under a sinewy danamic speare which yielded by a young teny girl. Stepping back he ordered. "Guards, Take this trash and throw it out from here, it stinks."

With hurriedness two gurds rushed as he yelled, they were about to touch her but suddenly a voice echoed
from the back.

"Stop right there all of you."

Luna: She had returned from UK. It had been one week and everything was going well......
 if only that wretched night hadn't happened. A fire that night had swollowed her parents and pride. When she awakened, she found out that her parents had been murdered and she had been raped.

Arthur: He is a capable business man and heir of Brown corporati. Their family is one of the most powerful in the country. He was a warm person but his position and responsibilities turned him cold and ruthless. 

In their first meeting, when he saw her she was looking pale and soulless. Unconsciously he found himself drowned in her deep ocean like black eyes. The pain he could feel emanating from her made him fall for her.

This story is about Arthur and Luna. How he fixes his broken girl and how she takes her

Lu Zhanbei replied in a low and sexy voice, "I have already said it before."
Lin Wanwan immediately thought of that night when he confessed to her in a drunken state.
She had also once suspected that Lu Zhanbei was deliberately pretending to have lost his memory back then. After all, ever since that night, he had ignited the skill of saying romantic words to her anytime and flirted with her. The intention to pursue her was pretty much placed on the table.
Indeed… laugh!
Originally, the atmosphere was just right and Lin Wanwan also thought that she could use this opportunity to make a promise to him.
However, she regretted it now. She first had to make this man understand what the price was for playing the fool in front of her. Regardless of who he was, she had to teach him a lesson first! 
"Regardless of whether you have said it before or not, it will only count from the day that I say I like you."
Her gentle smile made Lu Zhanbei worry a little. An ominous feeling flashed past his heart. "When is that day?"
Lin Wanwan gave him a side glance and smiled harmlessly. "Don't you know how to figure this out easily? Why not calculate it yourself?"
Waving her hand, she quickly headed out of the room first. 
Lu Zhanbei took a deep breath helplessly. He kept up with his long legs. 
…
Half an hour later, both of them arrived at an American breakfast shop nearby. 
Lin Wanwan drank a sip of milk. She lifted her head and met Lu Zhanbei's unwavering gaze. 
In response to that, she said calmly, "It's good to act pitiful for the first time, but it will not work the second time. Try something new."
"…" Lu Zhanbei was speechless.
After breakfast, the two of them took a leisure stroll and came to a small town famous for its windmills.
Lin Wanwan looked at the white windmill, which was bigger than a ferris wheel, in front of her. She excitedly pulled Lu Zhanbei along and ran.
"Quickly take a photo for me!"
Lu Zhanbei casually took a photo of her with her hands in a victory sign. He criticized silently in his heart: What an old-fashioned gesture.
"Let's take a photo together?"
"Ok."
Lu Zhanbei held in his thoughts and, in good temper, approached a passerby to take a photo of them.
The passerby thought that they were a couple and used poor English to signal them to stand closer together.
Lu Zhanbei very naturally grabbed Lin Wanwan's waist. Lin Wanwan's body stiffened and her cheeks started to be stained red. She tried her best to smile naturally.
After taking the photo, the two of them continued to shop casually nearby.
Lin Wanwan saw that Lu Zhanbei did not do any form of disguise and asked curiously, "Aren't you worried someone will recognize you?"
Lu Zhanbei shook his head. "No worries."
All these years, he had been hiding behind the scenes. Not many people could recognize him. If there was someone who could, that was nothing.
Lin Wanwan recalled the question that had not been answered before. "Oh right, you haven't told me about your identity!"
Lu Zhanbei's eyes flashed slightly. "Whatever my identity is, it's not important. I really want a new identity now though."
"What?"
Looking at her eyes, he said word by word, "Your boyfriend."
… Damn. She was being confessed to so suddenly.
Lin Wanwan held back her laughter and waved her hand, not caring in the least. "No need to mention this again. I have already given you an answer before."
Before torturing Lu Zhanbei until she was satisfied, she was not going to let him get his way so easily!
Lu Zhanbei looked at her deeply, as if understanding something.
When the sun was about to set, the two of them prepared to head back to the hotel.
As they were about to enter the hotel door, Lu Zhanbei suddenly asked, "Let me ask you a question."
Lin Wanwan was influenced by his serious tone and nodded solemnly. "Go ahead. However, if you ask me anything related to two-timing again, don't blame me for falling out with you."


Lin Wanwan is a pitiful mentally-disabled girl. Not only does she suffer abuse from her stepmother, her stepmother even attempts to use her as a sexual commodity to pleasure others. Eventually, the poor Wanwan dies from an overdose…

Perhaps a god or a devil had witnessed her tragic fate, but Wanwan gets a brand new chance at life—an external soul takes over her body and gains Wanwan's memories.

The resurrected Lin Xiao swears to seek revenge for Wanwan.

Having witnessed Wanwan's death and resurrection process, Tang Chen is intrigued by the changes she undergoes. When he tries to cheat Wanwan to gain possession of her, a knight descends from the sky and saves her. He allows her to seek his help thrice.

Just who is this mysterious knight?

The revived Wanwan demonstrates her astounding talent and intelligence. Not only does she leave her enemies helpless against her, but she also becomes a celebrity who sweeps through the entertainment industry. Who exactly is she?

When Wanwan interacts more with the knight, she realizes that he is actually a devil…

"From this moment forth, every inch of your body is mine. Resistance is futile."

He had descended like Satan, wantonly occupying her body and mind…

It's fine. Even if he's the devil, he would still be trampled beneath her feet.

This strong man in the vertical shopping mall is also a little scared at the moment. A businessman is a businessman, even if he has money, he is just a businessman.

He would talk about business, but he was a little at a loss at the dangerous situation.

Yang Ling saw their family stunned and sneered: "What? Is there anything else to hesitate?"

"I'll count down three times and wait for the headlines if I don't decide."

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Wait!"

Tian Meiji seemed to have made up his mind, and without a word, he slammed his son's big mouth and knocked his teeth away!

Seeing this, Yang Ling was slightly taken aback, then sat back on the sofa and watched this good show.

"Fuck!"

With continuous slaps, Tian Meiji, regardless of his wife's crying and screaming, and his son's screams, he seemed to be venting, and he pumped hard!

After a while, Tian Zhuoyan's cheeks swelled up to Lao Gao, and even his screams leaked, before he stopped.

Yang Ling glanced at Tian Zhuoyan with his teeth flapped on the ground and a pig-headed face, and nodded, "Mr. Tian, ​​you really acted for the group. You are a cruel person."

Speaking, he got up and walked to the bodyguard who was still in a coma, picked up a shrinking baton, and threw it in front of Tian Meiji, "The second thing, let's start."

"No!"

The noblewoman Zhang Chunxia suddenly hugged her husband's leg and cried: "No, my son can't stand the toss, no more"

Tian Meizhi pushed her away hard, and said angrily at Yang Ling: "I can't be ruthless than you!"

Speaking of picking up the short stick, I suddenly thought of my son's leg split!

"what!"

Zhang Chunxia screamed, seeing the short stick about to hit Tian Zhuoyan's leg, suddenly a cold light flashed before her eyes!

A coin was accurately smashed under Tian Meiji's stick. He couldn't hold it under the pain, and the stick fell to the ground.

Yang Ling played with the other coin in his hand and smiled lightly: "I'm just kidding, why should Mr. Tian take it seriously."

"No matter, after all, I met Young Master Tian, ​​and he doesn't have to break his leg. I can't bear this grandpa. I can't afford to pay for my mental damage. Even if this incident is exposed."

Looking at Tian Zhuoyan, whose face was full of blood, Yang Ling continued: "But I hope he can do it for himself. If he dares to retaliate, it's not as simple as breaking his leg."

As soon as this remark came out, several people in the court breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Chunxia was paralyzed, only crying in her arms with her already delirious son.

"Ding, you satisfy Tian Meiji and Zhang Chunxia's wish that they don't want their son to break his leg. Wish value +1, current progress: 6/10."

Tian Meiji sat down on the sofa with a wry smile on his face.

"Brother, didn't you just kid me earlier?"

"You only said that your son's teeth were all polished by yourself. You can make a joke!"

People are always a bit embarrassing. He doesn't know why Yang Ling chose to stop him at the last minute, but it seems to have saved his son's legs. He wanted to thank the culprit for no reason.

With a sigh of strength, Tian Meiji forced himself to calm down: "Yang Ling, how much money do you want, I'll transfer it to you!"

Yang Ling was taken aback for a moment, then his face sank and said: "Mr. Tian, ​​the bank will call the police if the transfer exceeds one million. Do you want the Economic Crime Division to investigate me?"

"At this point, you still want to calculate me, but I underestimated you."

After waking up early in the morning on the next day, Tang Thirty-Six, with two deep black bags around his eyes, went to find Chen Changsheng.
"What happened with you?" Chen Changsheng was very concerned over his health.
Tang Thirty-Six was very exhausted, saying, "Keeping watch is an exhausting job. Can you guys sleep a little earlier next time?"
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng felt rather embarrassed and also somewhat guilty. He said, "It's just for a few days."
"A few days?" Tang Thirty-Six's volume suddenly increased as he angrily roared, "In the capital, you also said it was just a few days, and now it's still just a few days! Then tell, just how many days is a few days? Just how many! Just how long do you plan to hide this matter?"
Chen Changsheng was speechless.
Tang Thirty-Six said to him with unbearable bitterness, "Just count this as me asking you to quickly tell the entire world. Holding and protecting secrets is truly too painful."
Chen Changsheng said soothingly, "I also empathize with what you're experiencing, but…"
Hearing the word 'empathize', Tang Thirty-Six instantly became furious. He yelled, "What? Empathize with what I'm experiencing? **** your empathy! ****your experience! This is all your concern! It doesn't have shit to do with me! You're the one obtaining all the benefits! The snow of the Orthodox Academy, the wind of Mount Han's peak, but you let me suffer! If you have the capability, give me that date and let me eat it!"
Chen Changsheng had originally felt thoroughly ashamed, but upon suddenly hearing the word 'date', he instantly grew alert. Staring back, he questioned, "What did you say?"
Tang Thirty-Six realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he was in no way ready to concede defeat. "What's up? I can't even get a little benefit from helping you keep watch?"
Chen Changsheng felt very helpless, saying, "Didn't we already discuss this at the start, that it's improper to listen, improper to look?"
Tang Thirty-Six feigned shock, saying,"You molested her?"  
(TN: The word for 'improper' used in the previous line, 非礼, can also mean 'molestation' or 'harassment'.)
At this time, Zhexiu walked in. Seeing their combative stances, he asked, "You're going to fight?"
"No." Tang Thirty-Six used a ladder to descend, explaining, "I asked him to help me check on where my idol went, but now it turns out that he refuses to tell me."
The idol he spoke of was Liu Qing.
After the successive departures of Su Li and the enigmatic woman, the once third-ranked assassin in the world was now probably the number one assassin on the Ranking of Assassins.
But even the chief assassin was still an assassin, the number one killer still a killer, unable to be exposed to the light of day.
Just as Zhexiu once said, an assassin participating in the Boiling Stone Summit was seeking his own death.
Chen Changsheng had once asked that steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to assist him in smoothing things over, but not long after the steward had agreed, the Demon Lord had rendered him into pearls of blood on the floor.
Thinking of how Liu Qing had been severely injured by the Demon Lord and his very unique identity, the three couldn't help but be concerned.
Within the Heaven Lake was an island, its garden pervaded and surrounded by warm mists that never lifted. Staying on that island was not necessarily comfortable, but it greatly assisted in recovering from injuries. Especially after being wounded by the biting cold of demon techniques, one could recover very quickly here.
At this time, Liu Qing was on this island, recovering from his injuries.
He did not need the concern of Chen Changsheng and his friends, and even less needed them to request the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to release him.
The Ranking of Assassins was issued by the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, but very few people noticed the significance of this fact.
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets sat across from Liu Qing and asked, "What do you plan to do now that Su Li has left?"
Liu Qing was not a member of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, but he had done many things on its behalf.
In fact, even Su Li had done quite a few things for the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets back then.
Liu Qing considered the question, finally replying, "If Sir does not oppose, I want to go to the capital."
"Go to the capital for what?"
"Kill Tianhai."
"Then, I oppose."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets calmly said to him, "The Empress is my good friend, and I also don't want to send you to your death."
Liu Qing replied, "Then let's put it aside for the time being."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets suddenly asked, "Chen Changsheng…just what sort of person is he?"
Liu Qing very seriously pondered this for a very long time, finally saying, "He is a good person."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets slightly arched his brows, rather surprised by this answer.
Whether it was Su Li, Liu Qing, or even himself, none of them were good people.
What they loathed the most were so-called good people.
But when Liu Qing said that Chen Changsheng was a good person, he did not spy any ridicule or teasing on Liu Qing's face, only earnestness and respect.
This answer was very important, at least to the Elder of Heavenly Secrets.
"Since this little fellow has such kindness towards the world, I suppose I'll represent the world and return him some kindness."
"When did Sir ever have something like kindness?"
"On the verge of death, even the words are kind, let alone one's intentions."
……
……
A boat floated on the surface of the lake, breaking through the fog. It seemed like it was traveling through a fairyland.
Chen Changsheng could clearly sense that the fog and water contained some sort of defensive array. As he passed the small isles in the lake, he could see the bowing disciples of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
It didn't take long before he arrived at the island in the very center of the lake. This place was also the warmest place in all of this cold mountain range. It could even be described as blazing hot.
As he walked amongst the warm mist and stepped on the slippery flagstones, several questions bubbled up in his mind. Why was the Elder of Heavenly Secrets in such a rush to see him? Putting aside the fact that he had just awakened from a coma, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets should have also have suffered significant injuries. As he thought about these questions, he gradually forgot about the stifling heat around him.
Upon arriving at the garden and seeing the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, he finally understood a few things. Although he still had no answer, he had a clue. Last year in the summer, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had sent an old steward to examine the Stainless Sword in the Orthodox Academy. As it turned out, the old steward had been the Elder of Heavenly Secrets himself.
This being the case, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had naturally not come to examine a sword, but to examine a person, to examine him.
The steward responsible for guiding Chen Changsheng respectfully invited him in, and then quietly retreated.
Chen Changsheng quietly sat down, just like an obedient junior.
If this were two years ago, he would have found it impossible to remain calm before such an important figure as the Elder of Heavenly Secrets.
But now, he had already met far too many legendary figures, even legends like the Demon Lord and Wang Zhice.
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets noticed that even as Chen Changsheng walked through such stifling hot mist, his collar remained close to his neck and his clothes remained meticulous. He was satisfied at this.
"I've met countless heroes, but you aren't one bit lacking compared to any of them."
There were no pleasantries or attempts to sound each other. This important figure, currently the oldest man in the entire continent, had begun the conversation. The Elder of Heavenly Secrets looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I've also seen many mountains. The one that I like the most has always been Mount Feiya by the Eastern Sea, and it was that mountain that was awarded to me by the Divine Empress after I went to see you in the capital."
Only at this point did Chen Changsheng realize that a few transactions had been concealed behind this matter, and he was stunned.
It was known throughout the world that the Elder of Heavenly Secrets possessed an unimaginably supreme intelligence and a world-shaking calculation ability. In the eyes of many, if there really existed a person that could see through fate, that person was undoubtedly the Elder of Heavenly Secrets. The Divine Empress had invited the Elder of Heavenly Secrets to examine him and sent off an entire mountain, but this price could not be considered large.
He naturally wanted to know just what secrets the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had seen on his body at the time. However, even though he was the future Pope, before the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, he was still only a junior, and the tempo of this conversation was not under his control. He had many questions to ask this elder, but the elder also had many questions to ask him.
"Since the Demon Lord did not leave in the beginning, why did he leave later on?" the Elder of Heavenly Secrets asked.
After Chen Changsheng awoke, this was the question that most concerned Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu, because for him to be able to survive was an utterly inconceivable matter.
Even if the Elder of Heavenly Secrets could calculate the world, he still could not calculate just how he had managed to survive.
This was because he could not calculate that Wang Zhice was still alive and had, in that moment, appeared in Mount Han, appeared in front of that cliff.
Chen Changsheng had promised the old man that he would not reveal this matter to others. Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu were an accident, Xu Yourong was an exception.
Although the Elder of Heavenly Secrets was an exalted existence who was many generations his predecessor, he was not an accident nor an exception, so Chen Changsheng said nothing, only shook his head.
This was a very straightforward approach. The Elder of Heavenly Secrets was not angered. He only quietly gazed at him in thought, his eyes calm and incredibly perceptive, seemingly able to see through all secrets. "If you don't wish to speak of how you survived, then can you speak on why the Demon Lord wants to kill you?"
Chen Changsheng thought, _the Demon Lord did not come to kill me_ , then he shook his head again.
It was still the very straightforward approach. He did not wish to discuss this matter because it involved his greatest secrets and fears.
"Perhaps you don't know of what happened afterwards. When the Demon Lord returned to Xuelao City, he was already heavily wounded."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets paused here, as if giving him some time to receive and absorb the shock from this information.
Chen Changsheng really was shocked. The Demon Lord was heavily injured? Just what had he encountered after breaking through Mount Han's Heavenstone array?
"He encountered His Majesty the White Emperor."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets did not give him too much time to speculate, straightaway saying, "Or to put it more precisely, the White Emperor had been waiting in the snowy plains for him the entire time."
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng's heart slowly sank. Even in this garden at the center of the island that still seemed gripped in the warmth of spring, he felt a sliver of cold.
"This being the case, the Demon Lord leaving Xuelao City and coming to Mount Han to kill you had already been calculated by someone. He…fell into a trap."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets calmly looked into his eyes, saying, "But I have no knowledge of this trap, and the Empress also does not know. Then, do you know of it?"
Chen Changsheng was rather absent-minded at this moment, subconsciously shaking his head at these words.
During this conversation, he had shaken his head three times, but this time was completely different from the last two times. He was somewhat frustrated, somewhat uneasy, somewhat unwilling to continue thinking about it.
However, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets still gazed into his eyes, his voice still continuing.
"Since this was a trap, the architect of this trap was naturally certain that there was something on your body that the Demon Lord had to obtain, even in the face of enormous risk. Just what is on your body? Just how many people in the world know of this matter? You don't need to answer, but I advise you to think about it very carefully."
Chen Changsheng lowered his head. For a very long time, he said not a word.
……
……


To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

Zhang Yuan observed Ye Kaifu's expression first before he made a comment. If the other party was the type that believed themselves to be invincible, he would just casually brush him off with a few words. 
After all, there was no deep friendship between them so there was no need for them to have a bickering showdown.
However, if the other party genuinely wanted advice, having a discussion would do him no harm.
"It's alright, you can be straightforward with me!" Ye Kaifu said hastily.
With that, Zhang Yuan went on and said, "This entire set of data here should be for the pressure variation of the gloves, am I right? The SDK interface of that leather glove."
"Yep!" Ye Kaifu felt his heart speeding up as he had not expected Zhang Yuan to have really understood his codes.
"Because the gloves generate too much data, your algorithm will selectively discard most of the data, around 70% of it or so."
"That's right." Ye Kaifu nodded his head once again.
Zhang Yuan continued and said, "I feel that these redundant data shouldn't be entirely discarded. There are 22 joints in the hand and arm. When data from 22 joints are completely collected and transmitted over, the discrepancy between the mechanical arm and the arm its copying will be minimalized. However, by discarding these fine details, the mechanical arm will give off a crude and clunky feeling… I have a few ideas to handle these seemingly useless data."
"My first idea is to calculate the variance after the partitioning of data. The variance of the redundant data should not be too large … As long as we calculate it as such, we can judge whether it is redundant or not, which is better than throwing it away at random…"
"My second idea is, after partitioning the data, we can use a value function to calculate the value of the partitioned data… Supposedly max[i][j]=max(max[i][k]+max[k+1][j]+w (i,j))…"
Initially, Ye Kaifu was very impressed and the word 'that's reasonable' came out from his mouth several times.
But soon, he entered a state of sluggishness. The reason for that was because… he had no idea what Zhang Yuan was talking about at the end.
'Hey bro, what max [i][j] are you referring to? I'm lost!'
However, he found it difficult to interrupt as Zhang Yuan gave off an aura of an expert, making it seem like he was the idiot if he were to ask any questions.
"…in conclusion, what I want to convey is that even though an arm only has 22 joints, it has at least 27 degrees of freedom because the arm, wrists, and fingers are flexible. If there is a lack of these 5 degrees of freedom, maneuvering it would feel like moving an excavator. You didn't seem to have flush out this part well…"
Ye Kaifu understood Zhang Yuan's conclusion. He also knew that was common sense and he had been in a dilemma for quite some time because of that exact problem. But alas, he strategically gave up due to the difficulty.
Once the flexibility of the arm was considered, the difficulty of modelling and designing would increase exponentially. And he was currently incapable of resolving the problems.
"Then what are your suggestions on what should be done?" Ye Kaifu asked.
"The calculation of rotation can usually be done using quaternion. One of the better books you can refer to is <Quaternion Physics> which can be understood with little complex analysis foundation."
While he was giving advice, he felt that his train of thoughts started getting clearer. Unexpectedly, being a teacher had its perks.
"Quaternion…" Ye Kaifu knew of that term. He was already slightly convinced by Zhang Yuan. 
In his mind, he thought, 'If Zhang Yuan had been my teammate, perhaps we could have won the whole competition. But the main issue is that my university is lacking in terms of having those so-called geniuses and those that could rival against me are too little to count. As such, it has caused me to be indolent. However, things are different now…'
Soon, he started to encourage himself, 'Let's work hard, fighting! By working hard, I believe I can definitely surpass him!'
Soon after, he asked impatiently, "Zhang Yuan, let me treat you to supper. I didn't fully understand your explanation just now. Could you repeat it again?"
"You still want to eat now? It's going to be 11PM soon. You want to be fat?"
However, as he had only eaten half a bowl of noodles, Zhang Yuan was not full so he was slightly tempted.
"Of course, the night is still young!"
"Ah… alright then."
If his blood sugar concentration was low, his brain would slow down. Zhang Yuan comforted himself like that. 
Both of them immediately acted on their impulses and slipped out of the dorm.
Without a doubt, university days seemed to be the period when humans were the most energetic. Generally, students would not sleep before 12 a.m.
The east gate was still bustling with activity late in the evening.
Ye Kaifu kept talking about various mechanical models, the parameters of various chips, various latest space weapons in an exaggerated and fanatical tone while they walked.
"I love the Enterprise carrier developed by Ying Country. Oh, Mi Country's Massive Turtle carrier is also pretty good. Oh, our country's Flying Dragon carrier is also up there. It's an authentic space carrier equipped with the latest electromagnetic guns. 
"Indeed, the development of space weapons has been pretty advanced."
After barely understanding what Ye Kaifu was talking about, Zhang Yuan wet his lips and said, "However, I believe the research progress isn't exactly very fast? The global trend now is cooperation rather than confrontation thus resulting in the slow research progress on weapons."
Ye Kaifu's spittle started to fly everywhere, as if he had not chatted idly like this for ages. "There are aliens! Isn't the Dyson sphere enough of a driving force? Though it's more than a thousand light years away from us."
"How can a Dyson sphere that's a thousand light years away from us be considered a driving force? It'll only be a driving force if it's at the Alpha Centauri!."[1]
"If we move into an era where spaceships are available in masses, perhaps every one of us could purchase a private spaceship then? …that day will definitely come. I've already decided that my spaceship shall be called Queen Elizabeth! I'll drive my spaceship and travel into deep space!"
When Zhang Yuan noticed Ye Kaifu who was becoming increasingly fanatic as he chatted incessantly, Zhang Yuan coldly interrupted him and said, "Hey bro, you'll be without a girlfriend if you do that!"
"Why!? And how do you know?" Ye Kaifu sweated buckets and promptly shut his mouth.
Zhang Yuan looked around furtively and after he checked that the blond reporter he bullied was nowhere to be found, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the chair confidently.
"Because you're talking about names like Queen Elizabeth in front of me and through that name, I inferred that you don't have a girlfriend…"
"Isn't it a lovely name though?" Ye Kaifu asked depressingly.
Zhang Yuan found it funny and replied, "Yes, it's lovely! But girls probably wouldn't like it."
"Get together!"
"Get together!"
"Get together!"
All of a sudden, the opposite table became rowdy. They seemed to have consumed tons of alcohol. There were even a couple who kissed each other during the uproar.
Such actions were no big deal in the current era—it was regarded as pretty normal. 
Zhang Yuan took a glance and could not be bothered to look at such actions that made single people envious.
Ye Kaifu sighed and said with envy, "Those who are still here on campus are basically smart people, right? Sigh, it's nice to be young. I really miss my university days."
Zhang Yuan said, "The ratio of smart people should be higher, but I doubt all of them are smart. There are also many people who wish to ride coattails to win a prize. With a national award in their resume, they would have higher chances be it to apply for a scholarship or to look for a job."
When Zhang Yuan said that, Ye Kaifu recalled his past experience of being a lapdog. He was one of the people who had been used by his 'ex-girlfriend.'
Even though she was his 'ex-girlfriend', they had never even held hands. She only offered him the title of boyfriend and he willingly jumped on the ship.
Gosh, he was such a fool!
Ye Kaifu said bitterly, "The hardest part in university is not seeing public displays of affection, smart people showing off their results or rich kids flaunting their wealth. Instead, it's seeing couples showing off their wealth, smart people publicly displaying affection and rich kids flaunting their results…"
He honestly wished to have a lovely girl that genuinely liked him for who he was! 
[1] Alpha Centauri is the closest star from the system and the closest planetary system to Earth's Solar System at 4.37 light-years from the sun


Earth is the human civilization’s cradle, but humans cannot possibly live within its cradle for eternity.
In 2264, the first deep-space colonization spaceship of human civilization leaves the solar system and enters the boundless darkness…
Zhang Yuan, son of the man behind the spaceship’s main control system, is one of the half a million volunteers to embark on the 20 light-year journey to a new planet. 
Follow Zhang Yuan on his journey of gaining new knowledge, exploring the unknown, and finding out what's the secret behind the intelligence enhancer his father left him.

Chapter 28: Seven Stars Sword Art Festival Part 3
(Chivalry of a Failed Knight)
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"You should be careful Ren-kun that guy..."

"Your next line is 'can even calculate what you're going to say' yeah got it."

"...can even calculate what you're going to say." Ayase gives me a deadpan look.

"It is one's sacred duty to spread the Jojo." Touka sagely nods on the background while I make my way to the arena.

It's the last day of matches before the grand finale and I am zoning out Byakuya's talking he started talking about how much he was stalking me and how many moves it would take him to win.

I think he's trying to kill me with boredom...

Byakuya is your cliche asian smart guy type, you know with the short hair, the glasses with the high chance of being in the student council. Imagine Issei from Fate Series and you're %90 got the appearance.

"Hey are you even listening?"

"Yeah totally!" I make a nice guy pose to look extra believable. He didn't get to speak again since the match started.

[LET'S GO AHEAD!]

Now Royal Guard style, it's all about blocking at the right time to store some kind of energy inside the body that acts similar to demonic energy but it doesn't mix with my reverses.

I honestly didn't think there was a real Royal Guard gauge in real life but it's not a big deal I just have to block the attacks right.

If not it consumes Demonic Energy pretty straight forward. That's how it works for me, so I quickly activate Royal Revenge.

My lack of offense is surprising but Byakuya is not surprised, he must have watched my fight with Kirihara but what he doesn't count is that Royal Revenge move that is an auto counter attack.

It doesn't matter how much he struggles, he will be hit by it without fail.

Byakuya approached with his device to test the waters, in his mind he can teleport with his placement manipulation so it won't be hard to run.(His device is not known and I didn't make up something)

Poor Byakuya was shocked beyond belief when his placement manipulation failed as he tired to get out of the way of my smoking punch that's aimed to his head.

Punch connects and Byakuya loses his conciseness, fight is mine, although I might have to give more cinnamon rolls to Ayase for making it look easy.
_____
Since my fight ended up finishing too early than expected they decided to fill it for runner ups you know. 

Kuroudo fights Ayase, Touka fights Renji Kaga and the winner of those matches will fight tomorrow before the finale.

"You owe us like 20 packs of pudding for this."

"and cinnamon rolls."

"Got it now go win your matches." I shoo the gluttons away to have some rest people's stares are wearing me down I need to seek comfort from my wife's bosom.
____
Matches of the girls went as I expected, Ayase won using Tenn-i Muho, it would be better if she did that at the beginning since she got some pretty gruesome wounds now.

Touka didn't even have to try, Electricity plus Steel Skin is not a fun combination, unfortunately Renji learned that the hard way.

So those two are going to fight each other for the third place tomorrow.

On the other hand Yuudai vs Ouma fight was intense if you were to ask the those who were watching, Yuudai was able to pierce Ouma's wind armor making it a dead weight.

On the other hand Ouma didn't even bother to remove his armor and systematically countered Yuudai until he tripped on a pebble and fell out the arena...

It was recorded as the most unfortunare fight of the history. So how's that E Rank luck working for you?
_____
Next day Ayase vs Touka fight was intense Ayase was able to deter Touka from using trackless step by wounding the air around her and their mastery of the sword is at a similar situation.

For some reason Touka is not trying Raikiri... Oh she used it, only for a wound in the air to suck it up... I am not even going to question how that works.

After about fifteen minutes Ayase gave up due to exhaustion while Touka was still breathing calmly. 

Ayase's physical stats are much lower compared to Touka so she couldn't handle the battle of attrition.

With this Touka officially became the third and Ayase became the fourth ranked in 61st Seven Stars Sword Art Festival.

Pretty good compared to the canon since I am going to take the first place.
____
It's time, I am finally in the finale and I can feel the chains surrounding me. I can't see them yet but I believe I can get there during the fight.

Nodding to my friends I went to the arena where Ouma is waiting thankfully he's a man of few words so we calmly pulled out our devices and nodded to each other.

[LET'S GO AHEAD!]

Starting from here was a mix of Trickster, Swordmaster and Royal Guard.

It was surprisingly hard to dodge his attacks, most of the time I had to teleport out of close combat or do some tricks in the air before going back in.

My style is not something made with discipline, it's more like whatever works type deal and his style is rigid but he somehow moves like the wind.

I can honestly feel myself getting better with each strike, another mistake fixed another way of improvement seen and made on the spot.

It honestly reminds me the time I was sparring with Merlin but without the whole losing limbs part.

While we fought I finally started seeing the damn chains, I nodded to myself time is right I made my preparations, I am ready.

Taking some distance I increase my gravity bracelets settings putting more pressure onto my body.

After all if you want to make diamond you need pressure...

also did I mention heat?

"Devil Trigger!" Following my word my eyes go red and my hair goes white. Although my devil trigger is hateful I can't really complain.

My current bloodline is pitiful, so it can only produce a pitiful Devil Trigger but it's enough.

Devil Trigger was timed at the right moment, just before Ouma's hit is about to connect. I use Royal Release, powered by the trigger it's going to hurt Ouma like a bitch.

*Crack* *Shatter*

I hear my chains brake, it feels so liberating like the first time I used flight spell unfortunately I lost the feeling right away but for the first time I honestly felt free even if only for a second, once I opened my eyes I saw that Ouma is out of the arena and he's flaming...

They're already handling it, looking at my body I can see that my Devil Trigger turned into Nero's DMC 4 version there's a phantom warrior behind me, nodding to myself I turn it off.

I got what I wanted, it's time to sleep.

*Thunk*

[The whole Desperado deal is more of a spiritual thing than physical, so Ethan put his soul into a smaller container(Ren) and started applying pressure (Training etc.) and eventually his soul broke out of the constraints it was put into.]

Your run of the mill Multiverse story with a "Rudimentary System" and a main character that can't make up his mind.

This fanfic can be counted as wish fulfilment.

This fanfiction is now officially a crack fic because I can't write serious stuff

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