After eating supper, Li Du slept.
He had originally wanted to sleep only for three to four hours before waking up to continue the search, and had set his alarm to wake him.
When he woke up, however, it was already bright. He looked at his watch. It was 8:30 am. He asked gloomily, "The alarm didn't go off?"
Seeing that he was up, Sophie chuckled. "It was turned off by someone, cause that someone saw someone else was sleeping soundly, so wanted to let him sleep more."
Li Du also laughed; he had enough sleep and so was feeling recharged.
"I'm fine. You shouldn't have worried," he said as he went over to give Sophie a kiss.
"Remember what I had said last night?" Sophie asked. "A stress fracture is a kind of injury caused by excessive fatigue. When the muscles are overused, they cannot absorb the vibrations caused by repeated collisions. The stress is then carried to the bones, resulting in fractures or cracks in the bones."
Li Du understood what she meant. "How could that happen?" he asked with a smile. "I'm not that tired out."
He continued his search for fire opals. Conducting the search on a specific piece of land made for a targeted and efficient operation—the gains were also much more.
Over two days, he found another 40 opals on this one-hectare piece of land. In total, he found 58 pieces. Although it wasn't yet double the number of opals from the last round, it was already quite a lot more.
But, Li Du was dead tired!
Over the last two days, he'd used the little bug more extensively and for a longer duration than the last time. This was why he could find more opals than before.
Finding 58 opals within two days was quite a feat—he made searching for opals look easy.
But that was not the case. It was not easy to search for opals. This was why some regular folks might not find a single piece over a whole month.
The fire opals that Li Du had found were mostly lying inside the gravel. Some required him to dig nearly a foot deep while those that were deeper required him to dig through rock layers over three feet deep.
Besides, most fire opals were usually not exposed. With the passing of tens of millions of years, most of them had been wrapped up in soil and gravel.
If he hadn't had the little bug to fly in for a look, there was no way Li Du would find the gemstones' true identities.
The little bug's ability to penetrate most materials was like having X-ray vision. This made the search for fire opals much easier.
The reason why regular hunters found it so challenging to search for fire opals was that searching for them was inefficient.
They were not allowed to bring machines into the national park and could only search by hand. When they found lumps of gravel or mud balls, they needed to crumble them to check if there were any gemstones in them.
They had to pick up pieces of rock, crumble them, or break them apart, by hand—it was way too much work.
If they were checking at least a couple feet below the ground surface, it would be considered quick of them to finish searching an area of about three to six square feet in one hour. To search through 60 square feet in a day was quite an impossible feat.
Li Du had almost emptied all these plots of land of the easily-accessible fire opals. It would not be easy for hunters on these plots trying to find fire opals after him . . .
Granted, the national park was a huge place spanning hundreds of kilometers. One square kilometer was one hundred hectares—there was a limit to what Li Du could cover.
This time, he kept the fire opals that he had found instead of selling them.
Anything abnormal would definitely arouse suspicions, especially if he were to sell dozens of fire opals every two or three days.
After securing the 58 fire opals, he brought the three of them back to the motel for a rest.
When he woke he received a call from Hans. "Hey bro, how's it going in the national park?"
"Got great gains—do you want to come get some?"
"No," Hans said, "I spent some time as a gem hunter once. No sign of even a piece of sh*t after two months. I swore that I would never do such a stupid job again."
Li Du laughed loudly. "You just haven't got the know-how."
Hans countered, "Did Big Quinn and Godzilla find anything? What did they find?"
Mr. Li became quiet—the two poor guys also hadn't managed to find sh*t.
Noting his silence, Hans guffawed.
"Stop laughing, why did you call?" Li Du asked in frustration. "It can't be just to ask about my gains."
"Right," Hans said. "Was so busy talking crap with you that I almost forgot the main reason I called."
"F*ck!"
Hans laughed, "Don't cuss at me, you should praise me instead. The first thing was that I've sold all our sports equipment. Wanna know how much I got for them?"
Li Du pretended to think hard before saying, "A million?"
Silence came from Hans's end of the line.
It was Li Du's turn to laugh. "I'm just kidding. How is it, did we get a good price? What else can you tell me? Alright, I was joking about that million but we should have at least gotten 200 grand?"
After a while, Hans's listless voice could be heard. "I was quiet because I was irritated by you. Irritated because you underestimated my ability."
Li Du was shocked. "What?"
Hans said, "The whole set of autographed footballs, I sold them for 240,000 dollars!"
Li Du was dumbfounded by his statement. "You must be kidding me!"
"Come back and see the account statements for yourself. This time we'll have to pay quite a bit of taxes. The sales of all the sporting goods totaled at 1.66 million dollars! "
Upon hearing this price, Li Du gasped, "1.66 million dollars? You sure it's USD and not Thai baht or Zimbawee currency?"
"I'll show you the books when you get back. The second thing I am calling about is the news I just got. There's going to be a cash auction in Las Vegas in two days. Wanna try it out?"
Li Du had yet to recover from the moment he'd found out that a pile of balls and a few machines had sold for the astounding price of 1.66 million dollars. Upon hearing Hans's question, he said casually, "As long as there is a chance to make money, we'll go."
"Of course! Of course there's a chance to make money. Every time there's a cash auction, someone makes money."
Li Du suddenly reacted and asked, "Cash auction? What does it mean? Only cash can be used? Why would it be a guaranteed chance at profits?"
Hans explained, "Yes, only cash can be used. To participate in the auction, we gotta bring enough cash. Why is it a guaranteed chance at profits? Because cash auctions usually see many storage units being auctioned off, and so the chances of making profits are higher!"
Cash auctions were a type of large-scale storage auctions; cash was the preferred mode of payment so that the seller could evade taxes.
With the proliferation of online transactions, it was even easier for the Internal Revenue Service to check on accounts. Many auctions used online banking to carry out transactions; all the IRS needed to do was check the online statements with the banks.
Cash transactions meant that there was the chance to falsify accounts and evade taxes. Large-scale storage auctions would see large sums of money being transferred. Tax evasion could help to save a significant amount of money.


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


Mr. Webster locked the shop door, flipped the closed sign and turned to Nettie, slipping the keys in his pocket. "Are you sure you won't come to dinner with us, dear? We'd love to have you."
"It's your anniversary, Uncle James. I'm not coming along as a third wheel. I'm going to unpack that new box of Agatha Christie books, and then curl up with a sandwich and my very own copy."
She waved them off, then tied an apron over her nice pink dress and went into the back store room. The box of Christies was right on top of the table near the door, so she didn't need to search. She used a pen knife to slit open the wrapping and started stacking books on the table. She'd already cleared off one of the new shelves out front for the grande dame of mystery's latest work. 
The hairs on her neck prickled and Nettie stopped, looking around. She didn't see or hear anything. After dragging in a breath, she figured it out. Something smelled off in here, but her nose was stuffy from crying all night so she couldn't place it.
A noise, something like a splash, came from the back corner - where the washroom and cleaning closet were. Unlike Eli's spacious house, there was no living space on the first floor of the Main Street storefront.
Nettie moved back. A bulb must have burned out because it was hanging dark from the ceiling when it should have been lit. Her sense of wrongness intensified, so she lifted the first possible weapon she saw - a short length of lumber left over from building the new shelves.
She came to the door of the closet just as it sprang open. Her father stood there, not dead at all but looking nearly so. Crazed and skeletally thin, he held a jug of kerosene in his hands.
Without thinking, Nettie swung the plank, knocking the can from the old man's grip. It clanked and tumbled out of sight.
"Bitch," he roared. "Whore. It won't matter. I've already poured enough around to burn the place to ashes. This last can was for the front."
"You're supposed to be dead." She backed up steadily, holding her plank out in front of her.
"And you were living in sin. What's the matter? Your boyfriend sick of getting the milk for free?" Al advanced, pushing boxes of kerosene-drenched books to the floor. Scattering things, she supposed, so they'd burn better.
"Who died in our house?" She tripped at the threshold of the shop window and nearly fell.
Her father shrugged. "Some drifter. Coshed him over the head with a rock, then cut off his hand so they won't know it isn't me." Al used the time her stumble cost her to light a match and throw it on the nearest pile of books. A second flew in the other direction. Both instantly shot up in flames. Nettie turned and made a run for the front room. Her key was upstairs in the apartment, but there was a large, metal cash register on the counter in the shop.
She made it to the counter, but before she could pick up the register, Al was on her. He grabbed her hair and dragged her back toward the flames.
Before Eli, she might have let this evil man get away with killing her. Even though Eli had rejected her, first he'd convinced her that she was a person worth fighting for. She grabbed the nearest bookshelf and hung on tightly, making Al stumble at the unexpected resistance. When he got close enough, she kicked him in the groin.
"Whore!" he released her hair to grab his crotch.
"That one's getting kind of old." She ran again for the front of the store as the room began to fill with smoke. She pounded on the glass with her fists, and when someone on the street turned to look, she yelled, "Fire!" 
The man nodded and ran toward the fire hall.
By then Al was on her again more furious than ever. He smashed her head into the glass, several times, stunning her into submission.
Outside, the fire bell began to ring.
Al, sensing perhaps that his own escape route was probably cut off, threw her to the ground. He did what she'd tried before, picking up the cash register, but it bounced off the thick pane of glass. When it struck the base of a bookshelf on the rebound, the shelf toppled over, pinning him beneath it.
Coughing, feeling the flames lick ever closer, Nettie crawled for the door. The firemen would be here any minute. The blaze wouldn't reach her that fast. She pulled her dress up over her chin, breathing through the silk.
Help would be here soon. All she had to do was breathe.
Eli was the biggest cad alive. Not only did he think that, it had been confirmed by his mother and sister as well as his housekeeper and the rest of his employees. He was back in his office the next day, mulling over and over his decision to break the engagement and he still convinced himself it was the right thing to do. His leg would never be one hundred percent. And the scars were hideous. Nettie deserved somebody whole, a man who could keep up with her boundless enthusiasm. Eli had even discovered two white hairs in his beard that morning. She wasn't for the likes of him. He did make a note to get Stan to drop off her sewing machine at the Websters. The other volunteers had pitched in and purchased a new cabinet as well as repairing all the damaged mechanisms. They'd planned to give it to Nettie as a wedding present.
When the fire bell rang, he cursed his inability to run the few blocks and hopped into his roadster. At least he could still drive. It was more than he'd hoped for at first. As he slowly climbed out at the firehouse, he saw that some of the men weren't even waiting for the truck, but instead, running down Main Street.
"Hurry up, Eli, it's the bookstore. " Stan yelled. "We need the pump truck."
"You drive it." Eli didn't even stop to grab a helmet, he just dropped his cane and ran, despite the sharp pains in his leg. Not Nettie. Please God, let Nettie be all right.




Author:
Cindy Spencer Pape firmly believes in happily-ever-after and brings that to her writing. A multiple award-winning author, she has published almost sixty novels and stories. When not hard at work writing, she can be found restoring her 1870 house, dressing up for steampunk parties and Renaissance fairs, or with her nose buried in a book. Visit her website: www.cindyspencerpape.com.

Beltane Lion
Rhodri of Llyan has returned from the Crusades a cursed man.  On the way home to Wales, a young friend is sorely injured, and Rhodri seeks the aid of village healer, Selene, whose gift for healing is as uncanny as her beauty.  Can Selene’s magic find a way to break the curse, and heal the wounds on his heart?  

Georgie And The Dragon:
Who’d believe that in the enlightened year of 1805, Georgie Burn’s Welsh village still felt the need to make a sacrifice to the local dragon lord?  But since being the dragon sacrifice will save her younger siblings from the poor house, Georgie agrees. When Caddoc sees the buxom, flame-haired beauty waiting for him on the rocks, he flies in for a closer look and the little minx stabs him with an enchanted sword. He takes her back to his lair, shapeshifts to human form, and teaches her what it means to satisfy all the cravings of a dragon.

Unawakened:
Augusta MacLeish has four mischievous younger siblings but no money to feed them. Colin Fordyce has recently inherited an earldom, along with five wards in a remote Scottish castle. When he travels up there, he discovers his predecessor was skimming their funds. He also learns the oldest Miss MacLeish is absolutely stunning. A knock to his head leaves him seeing two of the buxom beauty, just as one kiss from her tempting lips leaves him longing for more.

Marry Me, Marietta:
Marietta James is a proper Victorian widow—until the night fate throws her together with handsome doctor Adam Hamilton. Adam has tried to ignore his desire for his voluptuous neighbor, but when the two of them are alone together, the passion burns out of their control. Now Adam is determined that their relationship continue while Marietta wants to forget their night of passion ever happened. It will take all his powers of seduction and persuasion to get her back in his bed—and into his life for good.

Where There’s Smoke:
Nettie Price supports her abusive father because of a deathbed promise to her mother. One of the highlights of her day is when Eli Lawson, lawyer, and volunteer firefighter comes in to her bookshop for his morning papers.

After one particularly brutal beating, Eli finds her and takes her to his home to recover. As a string of fires heats up the town, things also start to heat up between Nettie and Eli. But between arson and their own insecurities, love just might not be enough to save their relationship—or their lives.

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Alex and Jon close their books smiling at how many spells they've learned Alex remember the words so she used a cleaning spell he smiled as it instantly cleaned and put away books both Alex and Jon ran outside happily "it's time for our first lunch Alex do you know where the lunch room is," Jon said.



 Alex nodded and grabbed his hand running many corridors until they found a Harry Potter look alike dining room except it was covered in woods and trees Alex and Jon sat down next to each other A old man appears on the stage Alex and Jon looked at him "hello young students I am head master Arnold all the council members welcome you to emerald academy as you can read the books that I will give you I will explain the rules," headmaster Arnold said.



summoning multiple books and opening it to the rule section "their are 7 deadly sins in diamond academy and 10 commandments in blood sapphire school what we have for rules are called the 5 architect  1. Do not transform unless need be architect 2. Do not cast dangerous spells or battle a classmate to battle a classmate you must inform the teacher and they will setup a duel architect 3. Please do not use any architect spells without a permission you can only use those in a domain we will give each one of you your own little pocket dimension treat it well we'll give those out when we're done uh and the most crucial architect 4. Do not I repeat do not use any dark magic spells or any reproduction dark magic architect 5. Final architect it's not really a architect as it's more on to protect our knowledge you must have a library card to get any magical books any regular one do not need library cards ok we are done now go and eat their are multiple lines with the diet you need you can tell which by the sign bye," headmaster Arnold said.


 sitting down Alex and Jon both ran to the line smiling at the food their fangs came out mouth watering "look at the good chicken leg Jon so big and the brain mm," Alex said taking some food "ya I want the human eye and the human heart I heard that is healthy oh and I heard eating human groins make puberty come quicker and I heard human brain make horns grow faster," Jon said taking a lot of food Alex followed and took a lot of food they walked to the desert and drink section and took a cake and some blood, water and milk Alex and Jon both went to the cash register and saw the price of just Alex's alone he knew Jon couldn't pay that much he can hardly buy himself a sword or one potion "that will be 20 gold if you don't pay in gold then I guess card," the cash register said "miss I'll be paying in coin but you also missed my friend I'll be paying for him," Alex said.



as he pulled out 40 gold the register was surprised but she still took the money and shooed then both off Alex and Jon both started to eat "thank you for paying for me," Jon said smiling "your welcome," Alex said smiling "what makes me wonder is if current day is modern why don't we have paper money like movies and shows do the only modern thing from tv show and movies are cards which they don't even have a name yet we don't have any modern movie and tv show technology we don't have guns video games tv shows heck we don't even have a computer," Jon said frustrated Alex smiled "we don't need any of those we got magic, magic replaces all of those and makes them better only humans need stuff like that because their weak and sorrowful creatures thankfully only a few people were abandoned by the gods," Alex said.



immediately going back to eating "but don't you think it isn't right to act harsh and all high and mighty after all not all kehans and praxans can do magic like our brother didn't the doctor said he probably won't be able to do-" Jon said but was interrupted "don't you dare bring our brother in this I will find a way for him to do magic!" Alex yelled everyone was looking at the fighting two Jon knew he had angered Alex so he didn't say anymore only just frowning Alex pinched his nose and sighed everyone was scared to even breath at the fear of dying except the kehans and praxans they just didn't want to get mixed in with the fight at all "look I'm sorry ok maybe your right maybe some... ok a lot of humans shouldn't be treated harshly and you are right maybe even the magicless do have strength and aren't weak sorry," Alex said. 



frowning a boy Jon looked at him and smiled "so how about we eat then get those pocket dimension then go play games," Alex said smiling "ok," Jon said smiling.

Alex is your usual 14 year old until his 15th birthday his father had gave him a gift he would not be able to forget even if he wanted too he found out he’s a wizard his dad told him that he will be going to the local wizards and witch’s private school called emerald academy

Chapter 9 
The square dance of Death
 
Nom knew that he needed to start being careful, eventually the police were going to want to have a conversation with him. Unless, he intended to neutralize them, he needed to stay under the radar. Paying for a hotel room where three dead bodies would eventually be found was bad enough. Offering a bleeding heart story about taking care of a young family that he had seen would take care of the average curious cop. If on the other hand, he was found to have paid for two hotel rooms, one with corpses and the other with a comatose concierge? A concierge whose key was the last one used to enter the room of the deceased? There was no explaining that away. 
When he woke up on his second day in the hotel, he looked at the sleeping co-ed next to him. It really was a shame that he could not take her with him. Eventually he might manage to refine his powers to the point that he could reprogram people, but for the time being it looked like he was going to be limited to temporary brain alterations. Still that was no reason why he had to go unsatisfied this morning. The dose of sleeping pills he had wished on her, would keep her unconscious and unable to make new memories even if he started performing open chest surgery sans anesthesia. No need to work about blocking her ability to make memories. He wished her aroused…

 

An hour and a half later Nom had finished with his morning ceremonies and was ready to face the day. First things first, he had to get rid of the concierge. Her boss would be calling her shortly to see if she would be coming in. The simplest solution would simply be to have her show. Putting her into another clot induced mental daze, Nom had her shower and dress. 
The only missing element was that she did not have any of the perfume that she had been wearing the day before. Still it would have to do, women made unexpected changes in their appearances all the time. 
Nom took her to the elevator pressed the lobby button and, as the doors closed, removed the clot. From her life fire Nom could feel that she had a splitting head ache. To be on the safe side, despite her having no fertile eggs in her ovaries, he triggered a period. For all he knew she might have fired off an active egg before he killed her ovarian stash. With any luck she would get to the lobby confused, with a severe headache, and spotting. 
Her story for skipping work would be backed up. Confusion brought on by what was one hell of a head crusher was not uncommon. A day or two of rest followed by a checkup in the hospital, and she would chock it all up to bad time of the month. The flow she was now experiencing would make a bit of a mess, but it would flush out any evidence the shower missed should that hospital choose to do a **** kit.
Nom went back to his room and picked up the phone. Room service was more than willing to bring him a pot of earl grey, soy milk, toast, and eggs fried in olive oil. He sat down at the desk and powered up his laptop. His phone gave him Chopin's Polonaise Op. 53 in A flat major over his ear buds. 
A bit of Facebook stalking gave him a rapid-fire bio on Lake Church and the Reverend Ater. The man was even prominent enough that a Wikipedia page had been created. This led to some interesting sources that Nom could use in building his target profile. 
After his breakfast had arrived and the waiter was tipped, Nom resumed his work while he ate. In a little over an hour, Nom was thoroughly familiar with his next experiment. Now all he had to do was take the necessary steps to slip into anonymity. 

 

Nom went through his luggage, he reduced it to a day bag and a small duffle bag. The surplus he dropped in the dumpster behind a Denny's near the hotel. His cell phone was conveniently smashed with a rock after he emailed a new Google address his contacts. His rental car was easy to lose. He simply drove back into the airport and parked it there. Funnily enough, since the structure blocked all cell phone coverage, he was sure that it would take them weeks to find it there. None of the tracking devices in the car could work.
Nom returned and checked out of the hotel. He could not help but feel aroused when he saw the concierge sitting in the manager's office, looking faint with a cold compress held to her head. Nom asked the desk clerk to call him a taxi and went to wait in the lobby. 
First, he had the taxi take him to the Dallas financial district. He had found a bank that would cash Bit Coins. An hour later he was in another cab, his day bag bulging with books of twenty-dollar bills, and two one-hundred-dollar books. His next stop was a local DMV that a dark web friend had suggested. 
The process was simple: walk in, find an old Latina woman named Damaris at the questions counter, and tell her he needed a new license. The rest was simply a matter of putting five-hundred-dollars in a manila envelope along with fake car insurance documents. 
When she glanced at the envelope and saw the money Nom could tell from the twinkle in her eye that his friend had been correct. She gave him an application form and number and said she needed to give his document to a clerk and sent him to wait. Nom noticed that she took the envelope into another room. When she came back it was much thinner. Half an hour later his number was called, and he went up to the counter. A smiling young African-American woman winked at him when she asked for his application. 
When he handed it over she said: "Ok sweetie, there will be a: fifty-dollar application fee, a one-hundred-dollar processing fee, and if you would like your license before you leave; then there will be a three-hundred-dollar same day convenience fee."
Smiling, and shaking his head at her shameless padding of the bribe, Nom pulled the requested cash from his back pack and took the receipt. 
"Ok, stand against the wall there, and smile." She said. The camera flashed. "Have a seat, Sugar, I'll call you when it's ready."
Twenty minutes later he was out front flagging another taxi. A fresh ID was in his wallet. He had the driver take him to a small used car dealer he had found online the night before. When he arrived at the dealer, it was just as he expected: seedy and filled with derelict wrecks that once had been cars. A few repossessed cars that had been picked up at auction were on display in the front, but the rest were crap. Nom paid the driver in cash and went in. 
The dealer was a brunet ex trophy wife who introduced herself as Doreen. For a moment Nom contemplated using her just as he had the concierge at his hotel. Pleasant as that would be, it was time to start going underground. He was leaving a trail of bread crumbs, and he was not sure the birds would eat them in time.
Nom looked over the spec sheet for a low mileage Miata. It was perfect, ten thousand miles, certified used, and only twelve thousand dollars. Doreen put on the usual song and dance, trying to jack up her price, but Nom was not in a giving mood. Loans, deals, she tried everything, but he would not budge. He simply put a book of hundred dollar bills on the desk. 
"Doreen we both know that we are only here for one reason. You want a sale, and I need to buy. The difference between our positions is that I can get in a cab and go to another dealer. Looking around your lot, it has been a while since someone like me came in. I'm not interested in a loan. I don't care what kinds of deals you have to offer me on the interest rate. That book, holds one-hundred, hundred dollar bills. That is ten thousand dollars. Most of the sales from dealerships like this go south, and you have to repossess. How much do you lose?"
"A bit." She admitted
"Well, the Miata, has been restored. Don't deny it." He said holding up the Car Fax report on his phone.
"The entire front end has been rebuilt after crashing into the Jane Mansfield bar on a semi. You didn't disclose that. The state licensing people can be rather nasty about that sort of faus pas. So, considering the Kelly Blue Book listing, and the restored status, ten grand is a fair deal. Take it, or I walk."
She took the deal which amazed Nom. He showed a little bit of confidence, and she folded like a busted card shark. The new ID seemed to be working, and the registration paperwork was quickly filled out.
As he left, he asked the dealer for directions to the nearest Wal-Mart. Normally, Nom was loathed to shop at the box store, but this time he needed the convenience. 
By that afternoon he was a fully functioning member of society. He had a car, a cell phone, and a prepaid debit card. He spent several hours going from bank to bank around the town. Each time he used their ATMs until he had loaded most of the remaining cash onto his new card. Making sure to stay under the limits set by the Patriot Act for the banks to notify the feds or the IRS, he then stopped by Men's Warehouse. He had to be sure he looked the part of a good evangelical when he got to Lake Church.
He drove to Houston and checked into a Holiday Inn only a few blocks from the target. He could hardly sleep as he waited for his chance to conduct his greatest experiment yet.

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

"Veena!" Takato calls for the little girl, he moves to the mirror and observes his face. Dark amber eyes stare back at him. His shoulder length jet black hair against his fair skin and luscious plump lips makes him look like those American Abercrombie models. Takato had only done a few modelling jobs in his 23 years as an actor. A master of his field, the most sought after actor in the industry not only because of his impeccable acting skills but his ability to control his emotions. Takato is a very quiet man and does not enjoy the company of others and keeps mostly to himself all this adds an air of mystery to takato since he keeps his private life out of public eye.
 "Papa", the little girl called out to him in her tiny voice. " Take this," he hands her a bundle of cash. " I will be heading to Kyoto for work, take care," and without looking back he picks up his suitcase and exits the penthouse suite he lives in with his daughter leaving her standing alone in the corridor, "Safe journey Papa," she mumbles to herself.
Their relationship has always been this way. Takato, since Veena's arrival previously left the child's care to his grandmother, she died of lung cancer a year ago leaving him with no choice but to bring Veena home with him. Since he has never spared a thought to anything but her upkeep, no bedtime stories, no father daughter bonding time they never even eat together since Takato almost never spends anytime at home. Veena never complains she is used to this. Ever since her grandmother fell ill when she was seven. She cleaned their little cosy house and did the dishes even went out to buy ingredients for food all on her own. She would make her own lunches and ride her pretty pink bicycle.  She always wore dark shades which covered her eyes her grandmother bought  as a gift for her. Sayako told her granddaughter that if anyone should ever ask she should just say her eyes a sensitive to light. Veena wasn't like other little girls she didn't like to play with her doll  and ride an imaginary pony. Instead she read her late grandfather's books often. Books about science and psychology, her favourites were the biology books she was fascinated with the inner workingsof all living beings and much like her father. She kept to herself never making much friend. At the age of 10 Veena could be considered a young Marie Curie. More brilliant than the entire class put together. Her intelligence rivaled that of even her teachers.
Unlike the girls of her class Veena had a flame in her hotter than any Whitie General.
In this misogynistic and hierarchical world Where Whitie's and Gray's prey on the magicless "defectives" and normals. Only the strong may come up on top.

Search and find yourself . Who are you? The voice in your head or the person listening to the voice. Limits are tested, Insanity and Chaos, Love and despair. Who will stand? Undefeated, Unbreakable. ADAMANTINE.

At that time, a voice could be heard behind him, "Wait a second, I have already brought the silver here. The item is mine.”

A middle aged man walked over with some silver towards the crippled teenager. When he realized that the item had already been sold to Pei Zi Yun, his face went pale and he hurriedly said, "I saw this idol first. I just came back from fetching some silver to buy it. You can’t take it away!”

He made a move to take hold of the package.

Seeing a situation like this unfold before him, Pei Zi Yun became absolutely certain that this was the idol in his memory. He snatched the package back before saying, "You left to fetch your money, I have already paid for it. You can’t fight with me for it.”

Pei Zi Yun glared at the crippled, "An exchange of silver for the goods has already been made. Since the goods are still in your hands while I have already paid for it, please hand over my item.”

The crippled handed over the idol. Pei Zi Yun received it and turned around, in an attempt to leave. The middle aged man chased after him shouting, "Ten taels, I will pay ten silver taels for it and you can earn an additional five taels. Seeing this idol made me realize how much I like it, and that’s why I am so keen on buying it. If it were another person, he wouldn’t be willing to pay ten taels of silver for this.”

Pei Zi Yun glared icily at this middle aged man whose eyes seemed to glow in anticipation as he finally caught up. 

“Hey, are you a government official?” Pei Zi yun looked at him and asked.

How can this man ever dare to offend an official. He replied, "Little brother, you are kidding.”

“Then are you an Elementary Scholar, or a scholar at least?” Pei Zi Yun asked, his eyes full of decisiveness, "Or are you the relative of an important person?”

Pei Zi Yun tapped his own outfit as he asked. This outfit could only be worn by someone who had attained Elementary Scholar status. The middle aged man paused as sweat trickled down his forehead, his legs trembled when he walked. Then, he tripped and fell. 

Pei Zi Yun spun around once more and walked away. Everyone around saw how afraid this man was, and they started laughing at him. The man stood up pathetically, feeling extremely unhappy but he could do nothing except watch as Pei Zi Yun’s shadow got smaller and smaller. He did not dare to chase further.”

“A street thug, trying to steal this from me?”

Pei Zi Yun recalled that the original owner had obtained the golden pearls from a street thug. The street thug had probably heard the rumours of the golden pearls inside the idol and thus schemed to acquire it. However, he had not been able to keep the ruse up for long, he was quickly murdered by some officials on charges of “robbery”. 

Pei Zi Yun headed back to the inn and saw the innkeeper standing there. He smiled and asked, "Did you manage to visit the stalls?”

The innkeeper had rented several rooms on the east side of the door to some people. Pei Zi Yun had heard that one of the rented rooms was housing a family of five that has been infected with abdominal illnesses. He then hurriedly replied, "Yes, it was crowded, so I’ve returned early. I even bought a idol.”

Once he returned to his room, he shut the door and unwrapped the idol. He observed it and noticed that the copper had been scratched several times. He laughed and said, "Who would have expected that there was something hiding beneath this ruined copper surface?”

Grabbing his dagger, he started to peel the layers of the idol. Once the copper layer had been scraped off, a wooden layer could be seen below. As soon as he cut past the wood, the shine of gold was visible, "This is real gold. And this layer of gold alone is worth ten gold.”

He then peeled open the layer of gold to see a cavity hidden within. Inside the cavity were many precious stones. Pei Zi Yun turned the idol upside down and all the stones poured out onto the bed. There were more than ten of these.

Pei Zi Yun gathered them all together while they reflected light from the lamp. He smiled as he picked up one stone, "This is an emerald. Although it looks small, this alone is worth at least five hundred silver taels.”

“The rest of the stones are not worth as much, but added up they’re worth a total of four thousand taels of silver.”

“This is a large fortune of money. Since I have the status of Elementary Scholar, it wouldn’t be hard to sell these items. I can just say it was passed down from my ancestors. And that I only decided to sell them after I had acquired the Elementary Scholar status.”

“Everyone would understand.”

Inside the idol was a red piece of paper. Pei Zi Yun took it out and it read, "I have kept these gems inside this idol to prevent my descendents from harbouring thoughts of acquiring it. It was hard to find these gems, and even harder to keep them!”

There was a date to it as well. Pei Zi Yun smiled and said, "It’s a pity his descendents were a disappointment and he did not want to pass these gems to them. Instead, outsiders heard a rumour and tried to acquire it.”

Pei Zi Yun counted the gemstones and made a mental note. Looking at the time, he noted that it was not late yet. He put them all inside his bag, "This layer of ten gold does not need to be exchanged, it can be used directly.”

“As for the gemstones, I can find a pawnshop to sell to.”

He walked down the streets again, heading towards the nearest pawnshop. He found one that was already almost closing for the day. Since there was nobody there to welcome guests, Pei Zi Yun strolled in .

He noticed that this was a wealthy pawnshop, and it had three levels. The backyard was very big as well and had about ten rooms which were all along the river. 

Once he stepped into the shop, a middle aged man welcomed him, "Sorry guest, this shop has already closed for the day.”

“You have not closed yet. I am big business for you.” Pei Zi Yun walked in with a confident smile, "Are you the broker?”

The middle aged man looked at him before smiling, "Looks like it’s a young master. I am the broker here. And since there is business, I have to do it. Please take a sit, tea will be served.”


Approximately seven hundred years ago, brokers were all court officials and military people. After the first and second dynasty, the riches and bosses were also referred to as brokers. Of course, the boss of a pawnshop would also be referred to as broker. The origins of this word was similar to that of “Elementary Scholar”, as it gradually became a symbol of status over the years. 

Pei Zi Yun smiled and said, "I am Pei Zi Yun, and my father was a court official in the previous dynasty. My ancestors were county magistrates as well. However, we were forced to flee due to some conflicts with the bandits back then. I have kept our family treasure and had been afraid to pawn it away. However, now that I am an Elementary Scholar, and have attained the tenth position in this examination, I am bold enough to take my family heirloom and pawn it off. Please give a price.”

These words were frank and showed Pei Zi Yun’s level of critical thinking. Had he kept the gemstones in his house, he could potentially cause people to rob or steal his jewels and cause problems. 

The middle aged man was shocked and quickly said, "Please come into the one of the rooms inside.”

The room that he was being led into was indeed the prime room for pawning jewels. Pei Zi Yun then retrieved his jewels and the layer of gold from his bag and placed them on the counter. The middle aged man scurried off to inform the owner of the pawnshop. The jewels glowed under the light and were spectacular. 

Soon after, someone else entered the room. It was a man who was about 50 years old, with a steady pace. He walked in and smiled, "This must be the young master Pei who has attained Elementary Scholar status at the age of fifteen years old. Many officials around the capital and the county have been singing praises of your literary skills and essays, your name has been spreading around.”

“For you to choose this pawnshop, it is my honour.” This was obviously the boss of the pawnshop. The middle aged man whispered into his ears and the boss smiled, "This gold is 98% pure gold and is worth eleven gold pieces. Since the pawnshop needs to earn too, shall we price it at ten gold pieces?”

“Deal!”

“These are precious jewels. The emerald is worth four hundred taels of silver!”The boss pointed at the rest of the gemstones and said, "The rest of the jewels are worth about three thousand five hundred silver taels. I shall give you a total of four thousand silvers taels. What do you say?”

This was indeed a businessman. The total worth of these jewels were about five thousand taels of silver, but he managed to quote four thousand silver taels and made a profit of one thousand silver taels. However since this man was very honest, Pei Zi Yun clapped his hand and said, "Boss Tang does business with integrity and honesty. Your reputation is indeed fully justified. I am consenting to this price.”

Boss Tang was full of smiles, "Doing business with young master Pei was indeed pleasurable. Would you like your money in gold, silver or banknotes? If you choose gold, you might need to wait for a few days.”

“Banknotes is the main currency for the sales of gemstones.”

Boss Tang was surprised that he was aware of this fact. These banknotes were not cash notes. Banknotes were used by the richer population of people who were involved in business deals and wished to trade over large sums of money. The person would deposit their money into the banks, and the banks would give them a banknote indicating the amount of money it was worth. However, before the withdrawal, the person would have to pay 3% of the total amount as a fee.

However, in this current dynasty, there were many more people with spending power and hence more banknotes were being used. The banknotes have been stamped, given a serial number and were handwritten by a particular banker thus making it difficult to counterfeit. The banks then gradually realized that they could use this money to make profits. Hence they have stopped requesting the 3% fee. It was now a 1 to 1 exchange rate. 

All of the banknotes were regulated and were based on the credibility of the issuing banks. Since the current exchange rate for banknotes and cash was 1 to 1, a capable bank was able to issue up to a hundred thousand pieces without having more than a hundred taels of silver in his bank. 
(TN : The rest of it would be invested)

Banknotes that were worth more than ten thousand per note were usually used by government officials for country affairs. However, the dynasty only uses a maximum of a few hundred thousand of those notes per year. Clearly the private banks would use considerably less. 

Pei Zi Yun then replied, "I am fine with using banknotes. I shall take fifty taels in silver and the rest in banknotes” 

Boss Tang clapped his hands and said, "That would be easy!”

Without wasting much time, he received the silver in denominations of five silver taels each, and he had about ten of these. He also had banknotes, each one was worth fifty silver taels. 

When the transaction had been complete, Pei Zi Yun walked across to get an oxcart.

When Pei Zi Yun was far away, the middle aged man seemed slightly unhappy and he said, "Boss!”

“It was only four thousand silvers taels, not worth trying to scam an Elementary Scholar.” Boss Tang kept his smile as his eyes looked fiercely cold. 

“Master where are you going to?” asked the oxcart coachman.

“Patrol office.” Pei Zi Yun replied.

Since the country was developing, the Patrol Officer had better equipment and was more decisive. However, he was also greedy for wealth. As long as Pei Zi Yun were to offer him some silver and ask to borrow some of his troops, he would go and defeat the Black Wind bandits. 

When he had reached the patrol office, Pei Zi Yun met the patrol officer. They then had a lengthy discussion. The next time Pei Zi Yun came out, he was laughing and said, "I just had to fork out a mere fifty taels of silver, and the matter is half resolved. But as for today’s affair, I have yet to settle it.”

Pei Zi Yun then ordered the oxcart, "To the next location.”

It was April, almost May and the oxcart was gradually pulling him to his destination. At the end of the street was an entrance and a man was sitted there with a frown on his face. He was looking at his accounts book and calculating. He raised his head and saw Pei Zi Yun in front of him. He immediately smiled and said, "Would you like to buy something?”

Pei Zi Yun looked at his items and saw that he had some books. Although these books were old, Pei Zi Yun flipped some of them and asked, "Do you have other books?”

The stall owner said, "Customer, whichever book you want, I will be able to find. These books here are only a small part of them. I have other types of books as well, I am sure you will like them.”

He then revealed a hidden section and pulled out a book from that section. When he flipped open that book it showed a drawing of a woman’s exposed body on it.

Pei Zi Yun saw and laughed heartily, "I do not want books like that. Do you think you can find books written by scholars from the previous dynasty? Especially books written by Elementary Scholars or High Scholars.”

The stall owner thought for sometime before thinking, "Customer, what do you want those books for?”

He looked curious and suspicious as he asked.

“Tell me if you can find those or cannot. Whatever I do, it’s none of your business.”

“The works written by scholars from the past dynasty are very expensive!” the stall keeper turned around and faced a box, his face was full of suspicion.

“There will definitely be some that had been sold.”

“Customer, thus far I have not seen anyone looking for books like that. I can look, but whether there are any available I cannot be sure.” the stall keeper raised his head and pondered before saying.

“Good, what is your name?”

“I am Chen Yuan!”

“Chen Yuan, since you have a way, find those books for me and you will be rewarded.” as he said this, he tossed a tael of silver towards him. The stall owner picked it up from the floor and weighed it before realizing it was real silver. This customer was generous. 

“If you happen to find any, come to Snail Village and say that you are looking for Elementary Scholar Pei, you will be able to find me. If the book you have found is suitable, I will reward you handsomely.” Pei Zi Yun turned around and began to leave. 

The stall keeper looked at Pei Zi Yun who was walking away and felt surprised, "This youth is an Elementary Scholar?”

This stall keeper Chen Yuan was also not randomly chosen. He would make it rich in five years time. Although it was not a big fortune, he was able to earn a reputation of being capable and intelligent. 

Since this man competent, Pei Zi Yun decided to use him.

He headed towards his inn in the dark of the night, without a word. The next day he left for his village. 



Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

Everyone was gathered in Roland's office for the meeting. The first person who spoke up was Zero. "It is time for the truth", she announced. "I am actually Zero, and the one pretending to be me is actually Isabella".

Roland was completely unsurprised by her statement. "I know", he said.

Zero sighed before saying, "I have come to the decision that we do need to work together. But we must first work out the specifics of our agreement."

"You must end the persecution of witches", Roland said authoritatively.

Zero let out a long sigh and said, "I am afraid that will be most difficult. That policy has been deeply ingrained within the church and it would be very hard to reverse our position on it. There would be a great amount of instability and many believers would lose their trust in us."

"I don't care. You must stop killing witches", demanded Roland. "This is non-negotiable. If you do not comply with this demand, then there is nothing else for us to discuss. The killing of witches will end, be it by your actions or mine."

"Fine", spat out Zero. "We will reverse our policy. However, I cannot guarantee that local lords will not do it on their own."

"That will be sufficient", Roland responded. "As long as the church stops sponsoring those actions, then that is fine. I will deal with anyone else who continues to hunt down witches."

"During my time here at Neverwinter, I have seen how you have put the people to use. Your weapons are as astounding as you say. I will admit that I did not account for these advancements. The pills are obsolete and they will no longer be used", said Zero.

"Good. Now we will discuss how to uplift your people technologically", Roland said. "I can provide you with a few steam engines as well as the blueprints to build more steam engines. I will also give you some plans for other devices. Lastly, I will give you the blueprints for the Longsong cannons and I will give you a single Longsong cannon to be used for the defense of the Holy City."

"That is quite generous", Zero responded. "I suppose that you will want us to pay for it with gold?"

"I am willing to send you the information and technology because we must help each other so that we can defeat the demons. This is not the time to be squabbling over little things. However, we are running a bit short on cash at the moment. I know that the church has quite a bit of wealth. I would like you to send some gold over since it would help out our development." Roland paused for a moment and then added, "we don't need too much gold though. If we received too much then it would simply cause inflation."

Zero seemed confused. "Inflation? What is that and how could having too much gold be bad?"

Roland looked a bit embarrassed. "Uhh, don't mind what I said then. It would take too long to explain it".

"Well… Alright then", answered Zero.

"Also, the batch of Golden Ones have recently been completed. We need most of the seeds for our own uses but I can spare you some. Once you get a surplus of food you can start moving people into the cities to make industrialization easier."

"What are these Golden Ones?", asked Zero.

"The Golden Ones are seeds that have been modified by Leaf to produce wheat that has greater yield than normal. They will help to increase food production because each field will produce more wheat", Roland answered.

"Is there anything else that we need?" asked Zero.

"The path to advancement will not be simple", Roland said. "The basis of a technological society relies on an educated workforce. I will provide some books to you." Roland took out a stack of books. "Here are books on chemistry, physics, mathematics, biology, and other important subjects. These books will teach you of the secrets of the world. You will need to have your people educated in these subjects so that they can work in an industrial society."

Zero looked at the large stack of thick books. "So do I just read them and I will know everything? That doesn't seem too hard. I could probably finish those books in a couple of days."

"Learning all of this won't be easy", said Roland. "Many of these topics are quite difficult to understand. It is entirely possible that you might be unable to understand it even after spending months trying to learn it." Roland then turned and looked like Nightingale. "Like a certain person here."

Nightingale's face flushed red in embarrassment as everyone started laughing. "Shut up! I will understand it eventually. I definitely will. Definitely!", Nightingale yelled.

Roland began speaking again. "This looks like it will be quite a problem. It will be very difficult to learn the material by yourselves. Also, we are tight on teachers as it is. It will be hard to spare multiple people to send since none of the people we have know every subject. We can't really send away our experts at such a time."

Suddenly, Steven spoke. "I have thought of a way to resolve this issue. We need someone to help teach them the material and to guide them through the process of industrialization. I will be willing to go and help them."

"It seems that I forgot about you", said Roland. "Are you sure that you want to travel to Hermes and leave Neverwinter?"

"It is the best solution to the problem that we have", Steven answered. "I am willing to do it so that we can have a better chance at saving humanity."

"Very well", said Roland. "We will dispatch technological aid to the church. Steven, you will be in charge of helping them understand the technology and to guide them on what to do with it. With this, we will stand together in facing the threat of the demons."

Roland stood up and said, "Here's to a finer future".

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