However unpredictable the opponents' power might be, there were five combatants whose victory was always guaranteed, as long as they were not fighting each other. They were Patroclus Dower, Li Shiming, Michaux Odin, Lie Jian, and Heidi.
Unlike the ancient time when the sons and daughters of the extremely rich and powerful would quickly turn to debauchery, all of the current great houses' children were forces to be reckoned with. About to inherit their family's power, they were in the heat of competition with each other, trying to carve out more influence for their reign in the future. Although Li Zhedao had established some measure of dominance over the other families, without the support of the Ma, the Li's influence would shrink significantly. Patroclus's father, the current lord of house of Dower, had been out of the game since he could never finish the Tactics of the Deva King. Meanwhile, although Lie Jian's father was competent and smart, he was not able to overcome the combined force of Li and the Ma. Therefore, the lords of the great houses hoped their children would carry on the unfinished battle and be able to fulfill their dream of dominance.
Patroclus was the one who was most likely to complete his father's unfinished business. It had been a sensational news when the public heard that he had finished the Tactics of the Deva King. Until recently, the Dower family had been the dominating power since General Li had passed away. Although everyone admired General Li Feng's power, people knew that there would never be another Li Feng.
Although the Dower family mostly kept things to themselves, they were a powerful and ambitious household. Many Ivantians believed that Patroclus would be able to quickly subdue any opponent across the human world, just like how his ancestor, Rilangalos, had once obliterated the entire armada of the confederate with ease.
Among the five great houses, the Dower was the quietest, but also the most feared.
Some famous mystics had predicted that the world was on the brink of drastic changes. It was indeed hard to turn a blind eye to the sudden outburst of talented individuals. These gifted warriors not only came from the great houses, but they also rise from their grassroot origins. Many of these talents were still hidden among the ordinary people, waiting to be discovered. For those hidden talents, the METAL tournament was the best stage to promote themselves.
The Ivantian host changed the advertisement banner for the Fleet combat hanging at the gate of the arena with a larger one that showcased the five incredible warriors: Patroclus, Li Shiming, Lie Jian, Michaux, and Princess Heidi.
The five represented the pinnacle of power, and they were the idol of the public, destined to carry on the legend of their forefathers.
On the banner, Lie Jian was shown to be covered in flame; his expression was sharp and belligerent.
Michaux was wrapped in a plain gray monk robe. The holy book of the Divine master he held in his hand seemed to have adsorbed the expression from the face as he stared into the distance indifferently.
Li Shiming was shown in a formal military attire with the legendary sword of the Wind God— Vayu, as resolution shone through his eyes.
Patroclus was shown standing beside Li Shiming, wielding the legendary silver lance of Rilangalos.
The four formed a circle, and in the middle of the ring stood a beautiful girl. She was the princess of the Kaedeians, Princess Heidi.
Underneath the five warriors, a line read, "Defeat them, and you will be the legend!"
The words and the picture evoked the sublime enthusiasm of the young warriors and made their blood boil.
The audiences were also excited at the promise of seeing the fight between Li Shiming and Rilangalos. The perfect successor of Rilangalos against the most well-rounded heir of Li Feng, who would prevail?
The unprecedented attendance of Michaux and Heidi had added more fuel the audiences' enthusiasm.
With the appearance of the "Fantastic Five," this year's tournament had the largest cast as compared to any of the previous ones.
In addition to the players from the three major factions, many other warriors who hailed from other planets would also attend this year's tournament.
Wang Tong was greeted as a hero upon his return to Ayrlarng. Even the politicians from the city of Shang Jin had attended his welcoming ceremony. As one of Ayrlarng's most prominent patron, the governor of the City of Shang Jin was delighted to see that the school was finally brought back on the right track. Ayrlarng's successful revitalization would evidently attract more talents to the city, and therefore, help its growth. As the leading figure in ushering in a new era for Ayrlarng, Wang Tong had caught the attention of many city authorities.
Only after the welcoming ceremony did the three students realize that they had become extremely popular on earth. Zhou Sisi had received letters from the navy that expressed their interest in grooming her into a future fleet officer. Due to women's inert ability to remain calm under pressure, female graduates made up most of the officers in a fleet. Also, Zhou Sisi was much more well-rounded than Karl and Wang Tong, as her grades in other subjects were much higher. Therefore, the military also included her into the list of future high-ranking officers.
After the celebrations, Wang Tong and Zhou Sisi returned to his dorm. Perhaps it was the sudden quietness in the room, or maybe it was the champagne, Wang Tong felt dizzy as if he was living in a dream. He had never felt so happy before.
Seeing that the dust had started to settle on the desk, Zhou Sisi began to clean the room instinctively.
"There's no need to clean it; it's going to get dirty anyway." Wang Tong smiled, as an uncertainty flickered in his eyes.
"You are an important person now. I need to make sure your living space is up to the snuff." Zhou Sisi cracked a smile. She knew that when Wang Tong got Karl's revenge on KKK, he also did it for her. Zhou Sisi knew that Wang Tong liked to keep things to himself even when he had done others a favor. Even though she wasn't bothered by her defeat, as she knew that defeat was part of fighters life, Wang Tong had won her trust by protecting her confidence and self-esteem.
"Haha, looks like the S club would be very helpful to many people! I think I need to work harder as a club leader."
"Well, I'm glad we are finally on the same page! The club was invaluable to not only Ayrlarng, but also other academies." The growth speed of the S club had even caught Zhou Sisi off guard, and the victory of its three members had pushed the club's fame to a new height. In addition to the three that attended the tournament, Cao Yi had also earned a name for himself as the most proficient analyst. His notebook containing information of fighters from all over the galaxy was the holy grail to most cultivation trainers. Cao Yi shared his invaluable study notes with all members of the S club to help them improve their abilities.
"Haha! I would never think that I would be famous and important one day!" Wang Tong blurted as he spread himself on the bed. He was comfortable with Zhou Sisi's presence, and felt that he could talk about anything with her.
"Hey! May I remind you that you still have a long way to go? One moment of slacking up would make you fall behind other competitors. Me, for example! "
"That would be nice, being taken care of by a competent female warrior had always been one of my dreams! Haha."
Zhou Sisi laughed with him, knowing that Wang Tong would be the last man on earth who would like to be dependent on others.
"Anyhow, your room is cleaned up. I hope it will last more than three days." Zhou Sisi announced as she surveyed the room, as if admiring her work.
"Thank you! See you tomorrow!"
"Adios!"
After Zhou Sisi was gone, Wang Tong started to marvel his recent good fortune. Not only had he snatched the title of champion of the fleet combat, but he had also met Ma Xiaoru in person. Starting tomorrow, he would devote all of his time on training for the METAL combat. The thought of Old Fart tugged at his heartstrings. Somehow, he was convinced that Old Fart would show up during the METAL tournament, and he would have answers to Wang Tong's many questions. Despite the trouble he had caused for Wang Tong, Wang Tong smiled broadly at the thought of reuniting with Old Fart.
Ma Xiaoru and Li Ruoer had also returned to earth. Although Ma Xiaoru didn't spend too much time with Wang Tong, she could feel his genuine efforts to prove himself to her parents. Their different social class didn't deter Wang Tong. Instead, the challenges only made him more determined in his course. His bravery and conviction had deeply moved Ma Xiaoru, and convinced her that he was a keeper.
Ma Xiaoru knew that to make their relationship work, she needed to be stronger and offload some of Wang Tong's burden for him. Therefore, Ma Xiaoru made up her mind to be more active in following up with her doctor to speed up her recovery.
Li Ruoer had quickly picked up the subtle changes in Ma Xiaoru's mind. However positive and welcoming the changes might be, Li Ruoer was convinced that Ma Xiaoru's new found determination was a product of infatuation, and therefore, it would fade away quickly like a spark on a cold day.
Both Li Ruoer and her brother believed that Ma Xiaoru would eventually lose interest in Wang Tong, and it was this belief that led to their seemingly considerate gesture of allowing Ma Xiaoru and her lover's meeting. That being said, they merely loosened the noose but not the rope, as everything was still under the Li's control.
Wang Tong's victory in the fleet combat was not entirely a bad thing, since the higher the Li allowed him to rise, the more painful would be when he fell.
As for the fact that Wang Tong was able to overcome her Tactics of the Enchantress, Li Ruoer had kept it a secret, fearing that it would make her look weak. Even mentioning of the word "weak" was frowned upon in House Li.
Thanks to Wang Tong, Li Ruoer had breached the critical bottleneck in her cultivation, and therefore, she was confident that she would be able to avenge her defeat with the new power.
She wanted to prove to the world that a woman could be as powerful as a man.



Wang Tong couldn’t wait to live his college life - girls, parties, and the dorm life - everything he had ever dreamed of. But, instead of a letter of admission to the college, he had received a ticket to the planet Norton and a contract with the Confederation as a space settler. Soon after his arrival, the Zerg overran the planet and obliterated its defenses in a matter of moments. What awaited Tong on Norton was more than just an unbearable environment - its gravity alone was five-times stronger than earth - there were also swarms of bugs, constant hunger, thirst, and desolation...

Venture into the Tempest of The Battlefield, unlock the secrets within the mysterious space crystals, and meet the legendary Blade Warriors and the potent sword combat tactic: "Ultimate Tactics of the Blade: 256 Genome Nuclear Force".

An honest and humble low-tier robot and a ghost with a mouth full of nonsense both teamed up with Wang Tong in a fight for survival against all odds.

Standard civilian A, age ??? gender male!, is in front of a R.O.B., Random Omnipotent Being, with no recollection about himself other than the fact that he could be considered an otaku and a loner, oh and let's not forget that he still remembers being a male, for some strange reason beyond his comprehension he still remembers everything else in even more detail, than before from that point forward he gets to name 6 possible worlds that the R.O.B. can choose from and 3 wishes before he knows it's choice.

Authour: Although it says R-18 there will be no explicit sexual content and R-18 rating is for when, if at all I decide to put violent scenes, for I do not wish to shy away from violent content if I believe it's required for the story to progress, to clarify by violent scenes I'm referring to torture or extreme maiming

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the naruto  franchise or any of its intellectual properties the same applies for any other properties I will make reference to in the story or mention of there intellectual properties

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


'Grains of Sand' was a short story. Though transcription is a time-consuming process that involves copying a book down to its last punctuation, the amount of work was manageable, considering that it was a short story. After setting a transcribing goal for himself for the day, Gong Pal wrote away deep in concentration just as the story was nearing its end. Reading each and every sentence thoroughly and attentively, he wrote with his hands what he had taken into his head, acquainting himself even more with the sentences written by the author. 

Transcribing a book written by a junior who went to his school was a fascinating experience. Although Gong Pal couldn't put his finger on it, he was getting the impression that Juho was quite the writer, capable of writing stories that Gong Pal wouldn't be able to write even if he were to be born again. The more he transcribed and understood the depth of the short story, the more it dawned on the freshman just how incredibly talented Juho was. It was easy to picture him being an author.

"Ah, shoot!"

Then, Gong Pal found himself in need of an eraser, which he had lent to his twin sister.

"Yo! Number one!" he called out to her, but there was no answer no matter how many more times he repeated himself. In the end, Gong Pal walked out of his room irritated. When he went into his sister's room, she was lost in her transcription of Yun Woo's book."

"Hey, I need that back." 

"Take it," Gong Il said in a dry and indifferent tone, and Gong Pal retrieved his eraser from her. 

Upon seeing his sister working busily, a question arose in his mind: 'Who would be a better writer? Juho or Yun Woo?' Considering the fame, popularity and his recent candidacy for a renowned literary award, it had to be Yun Woo. Besides, he was a professional author, while Juho was no more than a member of the Literature Club at some high school. Comparing the two was nothing short of mockery. Yet, Gong Pal couldn't help himself. 'Grains of Sand' was that great a piece of writing, so much so that it enabled its readers to imagine the junior rising above Yun Woo. 

"How's the book?"

"Good."

"How good?"

"Very."

"Better than Juho's?" 

"..." Without replying, Gong Il stopped writing, looked up, and started to contemplate the question with all seriousness. She, too, was a reader with a deep affection for 'Grains of Sand.'

"Well, what do you think?" in the end, rather than answer, what came out of her mouth was a question.

"... Juho's." 

… and before he could help himself, Gong Pal blurted Juho's name, admitting that a junior in some random Literature Club was a better writer than Yun Woo, the world-renowned author. Then, without saying much else, her nearly-identical twin murmured, "I think I wanna see him write." 

As usual, they were thinking the same thing. 

"When do you think he'll write?" she asked. Unfortunately, that was a question that only the author would know the answer to, and the author was elsewhere. 

"Should we ask him tomorrow?" she suggested.

"OK. You ask." 

"... No, you ask." 

"Why me?"

"You're the one who wants to see him write. Besides, you're the one transcribing 'Grains of Sand.'"

"But you're number one. You ask him first."

"What's the point in setting an order when we're asking a question we'll probably never ask again anyway? You do it." 

"No, you do it." 

In the end, the two only agreed to an order the following day. 

---

Juho had stayed back reading while waiting for club activities. As Seo Kwang's recommendations tended to be, it was a fun read. The book was closer to being a collection of reports written by a psychologist based on actual experiences rather than a novel. It outlined various patients whose cases had mostly to do with dreams. From people suffering from insomnia or nightmares to people having prophetic dreams or out-of-body experiences, there was a wide array of cases that were either realistic or hard to believe.

"Hello," the twins greeted Juho. When he looked up, the two nearly-identical faces came into view. 

"Hey."

"Where's everyone else?"

"They went to the cafeteria. Sun Hwa's on cleaning rotation today, so she's not here yet."

Then, looking at the backpack next to him, the twins nodded.

"... What are you reading, there?" Gong Pal asked, and Juho showed the cover of the book he was reading to him willingly.

"Seo Kwang's recommendation." 

Upon seeing the title, the twins shook their heads, unfamiliar with the book, and Juho went back to reading. Then, rustling around briefly, they took their writing tools and transcription notebooks out of their backpacks. Nevertheless, the science room was quiet, and the faint sounds in the distance only accentuated the silence. Locking eyes with each other, Gong Il and Gong Pal began to nudge each other's arms.

"What's the matter?" Juho asked, noticing them quarreling silently. 

As the junior looked intently at the twins who seemed like they had something to say, Gong Il spoke up, "So, are you planning to write anytime soon?"

"Write?" 

"Yeah, uh… I saw everyone else working on something." 

At that, after staring briefly at them, Juho said, "I don't really have a reason to."

"What was that?"

"It's just I haven't had a whole lot of time to read lately because I've been so occupied with writing. So, I got Mr. Moon's permission to read for a little while. Besides, reading can be good practice to help you become a better writer." 

At that, the twins caught on to Juho immediately and asked, "So, when are you planning to start writing again?"

"I write every day."

"Every day?"

"Yep. Even if I don't have any good ideas, I write at least five pages before I go to bed." 

"... That's quite a bit." 

"If you wanna be a better writer, then you gotta write a lot," Juho said, stating the obvious. 

Then, as he was about to direct his attention back to his book, 'Kong Pat' interjected, "Then, when are you planning to write during club activities again?"

Juho stared at the twins intently, finally noticing the repetitive questions. The twins had a specific answer they wanted to hear, and from the sound of it, they wanted to see him write.

"We're here!" a voice announced as the door flung open, and the room became filled with noise all at once.

"Oh! The freshmen are already here!" 

"Hello."

"Well, well. I see that you're reading the book I recommended." 

"It's a pretty good book."

As the room filled with voices and the sound of chairs dragging, Juho looked at the book and at the twins in turn and closed the book. Then, rising from his seat, he walked over to the corner and returned with a few sheets of manuscript papers. Seeing that, the club members looked at him with interest. 

"Are you gonna start writing?"

"Yeah."

"Already? Didn't you say you were gonna read?"

"I just wanted to write all of a sudden."

"Oh-ho!" Sun Hwa let out a long exclamation, and the twins, too, shouted for joy internally.

"What are you gonna write about?"

"I still gotta figure that out."

"What topic?"

"Don't know, yet."

"What about a character?"

"Don't know."

"Is it for the exhibition?" 

At Bom's question, Juho faced a dilemma. Not too long before, due to their schedules growing more hectic toward the end of the semester, Mr. Moon had suggested that the juniors each start writing a piece to be exhibited. So, with the exception of Seo Kwang, the club members had decided to each write a piece to be exhibited in the library one last time. 

"I'm gonna have to find out," Juho said. There was no way to know what kind of story would come out at that moment. The only way to know whether it was good enough to be exhibited or not was to see the finished product. 

"I won't be able to give you any helpful answers anytime soon, so you guys should just start writing." 

At that, the club members let up, smacking their lips. Then, Mr. Moon came in shortly after. Glancing at the sheets of manuscript paper in front of Juho, the teacher put the twins to work, making them play word-chain with each other. Then, while Bo Suk, Sun Hwa, and Bom came up with plots for their new pieces, Seo Kwang worked on a translation with Mr. Moon's permission. Everyone was busy with their own tasks, and amid it all, Juho concentrated all the more.

By that point and because of the experiences he had had while being part of the Literature Club, Juho had become well acquainted with the sight of his clubmates rustling around. The more his piece took shape, the more distant it grew from the outside world. Then, Juho listed a series of images that came up in his head: Similar. Love. Video game. One and eight. Curiosity toward birth. Question. Influence. Obsession. Stubborn.

The beginning, the decision, the conclusion, the development, the crisis. As a series of scenes appeared in his head, Juho placed them in order and saw that some of the transitions needed to be improved. Upon fixing them, the narrator appeared, and the world, according to her point of view, along with her. Her misunderstandings became truth, and her decisions, results. While the readers were free to doubt, they wouldn't be able to get away from those truths and decisions. 

"Hm."

A box appeared in front of the narrator. She wanted to know what was inside of it. She embraced the box with both of her hands. Then, trees filled with ripe fruit appeared, and under a peach tree at the center of all other trees, she buried the box and went on her way. Soon, she came across an old man opening up the prickly outer shell of chestnut with a branch and asked, "I wanna open that box. How can I do it?" 

The old man answered, "Wanna give this branch a try?" What the old man was offering was less than helpful. She wouldn't be able to open the box with a mere branch. As she kept on walking, she eventually ran into a woman feeding cows and, just like she had asked the old man before, she told the woman, "I wanna open that box." 

At which point, the woman answered, "What makes beasts beasts is that they can't keep their mouths shut for even a day when you starve them." 

A box had no mouth, therefore her answer was unhelpful. After walking for a little while, she came across a child playing with marbles. Again, she said, "I wanna open that box."

"There's a box at my house, too, and I open it only when I wanna put something in it," the child answered. 

"I see. That's it!" the woman let out as she found the answer she was looking for and retraced her steps. 

Juho wrote away unhindered. She dug the box from under the peach tree. Although it was exhausting, she didn't stop. Inside it, was the one thing that she had always wanted: happiness. Then, without hesitation, she opened the box.

'Rip.' 

The sound of ripping paper echoed Then, stopping his hand, Juho turned toward the source of the sound and saw that Gong Il had accidentally ripped her manuscript paper while trying to erase something using a cheap eraser. Some of the lines were fading from excessive erasing, and Juho realized that she was repeating the same movements over and over again, completely lost in something. 

"Sorry."

"Ripping your paper isn't something to apologize for." 

With that, Juho directed his attention back to his piece. A box. As she finally opened the box, she woke up. It had all been a dream. The beautiful scenery that had lain before her eyes was nowhere to be found in reality. Instead, there were children in front of her. 

"Mom," one of them called to her, and at the sound of her child calling out to its mother, she snapped herself out of the state she was in and asked, "Where was I?" 

The child answered, "You opened the box." Then, the older child asked, "Why couldn't you opened it in the beginning?" To which, the mother answered, "Because it was password protected." 

Then, the younger child asked, "Did you figure out the password then, mom?" 

"That's right. I fought against the world with everything I had to protect what I wanted," the mother said, and the two children asked simultaneously, "What was the password?" The mother smiled, and the two children smiled along with her. There was no one else there aside from those three. 

"Zero-One-Zero-Eight!" the twins answered, their eyes sparkling brightly. 

Then, scanning through his manuscript, Juho said, "I don't think this is good enough to be exhibited."

"Can I read it?"

"Can we?" 

"It still needs to be revised."

Although Juho didn't feel like the piece was good enough to be published, he decided to improve on the scene of the mother having the conception dream, as well as expound on her raising the children as a single mother.

"When would that be?" 

"How long does it take you to finish a piece of writing?"

The twins began to pester the young author with words disguised as questions. Then, after a brief pause, Juho raised his manuscript and said, "Don't get your hopes up now." 

As the corners of their mouths turned up, Mr. Moon rose from his seat. 

"But first, you gotta turn it in." 

Just like that, the manuscript went into Mr. Moon's hands, and having been pushed back in line, the twins weren't able to get their hands on Juho's manuscript until much later. After that, the twins took all of their password-protected belongings and changed the passwords to 0108, which became a popular topic among the club members for a while.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

In the club.

Luo Qiu ignored the reaction of Black Soul No. 9. He just stood up and walked inside, saying, "Black Soul No. 9, come with me."

Hearing this, Black Soul No. 9 was a little confused, but he still humbly followed the boss.

Miss Maid didn't come with them, she just quietly did her work as usual… without questioning anything.

But before Black Soul No. 9 left the hall, he felt the guy who was being hung, looking at him with blazing eyes.

Black Soul No. 9 only noticed him because that guy was trained by him.

Tai Yinzi blinked his eyes, seemingly to say "Dear Black Soul No. 9, please persuade the master to get me down…"

But Black Soul No. 9... just turned around indifferently, as if he had not seen anything.

Then he quickly kept up with the boss at a very appropriate speed, neither overstepping nor falling behind.

They went to the basement's first floor of the club.

In the recesses of the room, which was filled with storage cabinets, was the boss's exclusive desk.

Luo Qiu sat down and lightly stretched out his hand---a stool in front of him was slowly moved, "Sit down."

"I do not dare."

Luo Qiu said, "You dare not or you don't want to?"

Black Soul No. 9 was startled, thinking of what the new master meant. However, he could never guess the boss's thoughts, whether the current boss's or the former's.

"Then, thank you. Master." Black Soul No. 9 calmly nodded and directly sat down.

Luo Qiu opened the drawer, taking out an envelope, and pushed it to Black Soul No. 9, "Hold this well… And I hope you can help me to get some information about it."

Black Soul No. 9 was stunned, accepting the envelope with both hands.

Actually, he didn't totally understand... The boss of the club, even a new one who was not that rich could get whatever they want, but why did the boss especially request him to do that?

What was it?

"Well..." Luo Qiu thought for a moment, "After I took over the club, I've met three Black Soul Envoys, including Tai Yinzi who I transformed. The rest of them are still on vacation, but I'm not going to wake them up for the time being. And I've seen Black Soul No. 18."

Black Soul No. 9 did not dare to chip in at all.

"I think you are qualified." Luo Qiu smiled, "I'm not sure whether it can be easily obtained. Maybe you will see it occasionally, or maybe it will be very difficult to find. But as a reward, I will comply with your previous request. "

Black Soul No. 9 was now unable to keep calm. He strongly nodded, "Please rest assured, Master, I will try my best."

"I like your attitude." Luo Qiu nodded, "Then go ahead. Open the envelope after you leave this city, then you will know what to do next."

Black Soul No. 9 was pragmatic. He didn't say more but merely nodded, standing up and turning into a mass of black mist.

But when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

"Is there anything else?" Luo Qiu curiously asked.

The black mist, Black Soul No. 9 paused for a while and softly said, "Master, the power that the club gave you, please try not to use it. The Black Soul Envoys and Miss You Ye, we are all your capable assistants."

Luo Qiu quietly looked at this group of changing black mist... which seem to be revealing the ripples of emotion from Black Soul No. 9.

"I will."

Luo Qiu lightly replied.

"Then, I'm leaving."

The black mist left the basement.

But Luo Qiu didn't leave at once. He was pondering---though Black Soul No. 9's serial number was nine, he actually was the last black soul envoy that was transformed by the former boss.

…

Along the way, Black Soul No. 9 didn't take a rest and went directly to the edge of the city. When he passed by a big house, he took a glance inside, seeing an old woman who was quietly reading in a rocking chair with a blanket of wool covering her. 

Finally, he came to the edge of the city. Black Soul No. 9 opened the envelope and saw a map.

It was the most common map of China that could be easily gotten by the roadside.

Black Soul No. 9 frowned. He carefully looked at it and found a red dot on it. 

An address.　

"Jinggangshan..."

…

…

The professor's name was Cui Fo, an Australian.

Wang Yuechuan saw him at the airport... Professor Cui Fo, who was balding, was wearing a pair of round glasses and he was short, no matter by western or eastern standards.

Along with the simple leather suitcase and the oversized suit, he looked very funny. However, he was the person who could answer the questions of Wang Yuechuan.

"Nice to meet you, Professor Cui Fo, I'm Wang Yuechuan."

"Nice to meet you, too. Mr. Wang Yuechuan." Professor Cui Fo nodded, "Let's get to the point. I can't wait to see the ancient book you've talked about."

This old professor was probably a person who was passionate about his scientific research.

Wang Yuechuan just contacted him and merely spoke about the ancient book, but the professor directly flew from Japan... It seemed that he had given up his exchange activities there.

"Professor Cui Fo, please come with me."

Wang Yuechuan, as well as this old professor, paid great attention to efficiency. So they directly left the airport.

Of course, the place they went to was definitely not the police station, but the rented apartment of Wang Yuechuan.

"Professor, are you all right?"

In the car, seeing Professor Cui's sweat on his forehead, Wang Yuechuan asked with a frown.

Professor Cui Fo shook his head, "It's OK. Maybe I haven't adapted to Chinese climate yet. I've seen the weather forecast before, but it does not seem to be very accurate."

Wang Yuechuan casually said, "The weather here has been abnormal recently."

Then, thunder was heard. Wang Yuechuan subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the sky through the windshield, "A storm is coming."

…

…

The famous pet hospital which was not well known among human beings closed early as usual.

But another door had been opened early on.

Uncle Mouse Monster, who had a wife and children and was born in sewers but always got sick, entered. However, he was surprised by the scene when.

He patted his shoulder which was wet with the sudden rain, "Little Butterfly, what happened here? Why are there so many patients?" 

Yes.

It was full of… monsters. However, these monsters all weakly sat there, as if they lost hope for life.

Butterfly Monster ran to him, smoothing her hair with sweat, and blinked her eyes, "Uncle Mouse, didn't you know ?"

"Know what?"

Butterfly Monster said, "We are giving a free body examination since yesterday."

"Free?" Uncle Mouse Monster obviously only noticed the word "free", and he surprisingly asked, "Miss Long is doing this for free? Oh, My God!"

Luo Dance awkwardly smiled, "Not sister Long, it is said by Sister Zijun. She said we should do something for the demons, so we are doing this."

"Zijun?" Uncle Mouse Monster was stupefied. Then he asked with doubt, "Is she the freeloader Miss Long often says? Does she have the medical skills? Can we trust her?"

"I think it should be alright?" Luo Dance thought for a while and subconsciously looked at Su Zijun.

Through the glass, she saw Su Zijun wearing a white coat and operating the medical instruments in the medical room--- obviously the white coat was Long Xiruo's.

"Should we?" Uncle Demon Mouse was doubted. But after he saw these demons, he thought and suddenly asked, "Well, can I take the examination?"

"Yes! Sister Zijun said every monster can undertake this."

"Well…"

Uncle Demon Mouse squinted his eyes and rubbed his hands, "Miss Long is stingy, she never did free things! It's good that she isn't here! OK, what will the examined first?"

Butterfly Monster thought for a while, "Oh! Blood first!"

"Blood test... OK, no problem."

Uncle Demon Mouse nodded, but his face slightly changed in a sudden, saying with a trembling voice, "But… Why is the blood needle so big?"

"Sister Zijun said the more the better." Luo Dance answered.

Uncle Demon Mouse...sighed in his heart, and he thought he knew why there was free body examination and why the demons here looked hopeless.

Butterfly Monster was really naive, as if helping to check the ransom for the person who kidnapped her.

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. 

It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. 

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” 

Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss. 



Roselind didn't bother responding to her father. It wasn't like anything she said or done would change his mind. She played with her breakfast for the remainder of the meal. 

"Since you're visibly unwell, you don't have to accompany me to the company," Jacob Pearce said once the entire family had finished their meal, except for Roselind who always appeared spaced out.

Jacob had gotten used to that ditzy expression of hers whenever she was with the family. He couldn't blame her. 

Roselind was the only child of his first wife that still remained at home. Gwen and Lucy were always welcoming when it came to Roselind, but her thoughts were always elsewhere.

"Did you hear me?" Jacob asked, his lips dipping into a frown at her lack of response.

Roselind blinked. She raised her head from the mess on the plate to her father who raised a bushy brow. 

Jacob Pearce was getting old. When he scowled, lines were beginning to form near his mouth. How long has it last been since she saw a genuine smile from him? Despite the crow-lines besides his eyes, he had never once looked proud of her.

"Yes, I did. I'll stay home," Roselind repeated. 

"Good. I expect to see you in my private study once you're finished with breakfast," Jacob said as he placed his utensils then and stood up.

Gwen stood up shortly after her husband and casted a bright smile to both Roselind and Lucy. "Enjoy your meal. Your father and I have something to discuss."
Roselind nodded. Lucy pouted.

"So, can I go today, mom?" she sullenly asked, widening her eyes into a puppy stare.

Roselind raised a brow. Lucy Pearce was always a free-spirited child who got whatever she wanted. It was strange to see her asking for something in such a pitiful tone. 

Gwen hesitated. She glanced at her husband who had already abandoned his family at the dining table. He was making his way up the stairs, never once looking back.

"Fine," Gwen said with a reluctant sigh. She spoiled her children way too much, Roselind included. Speaking of her step-child, she couldn't help but glance in Roselind's direction.

Everything about Roselind resembled her birth mother, except those eyes of hers that shone brighter than the emeralds found deep within a jungle. No matter what Roselind did, she excelled in, but when was the last time this girl was happy?
Gwen's expression softened. She had raised Roselind to the best of her abilities. Never once did she ever raise her voice or demand something from Roselind. Why was Roselind Pearce always depressed?

Gwen Pearce frowned. She knew the answer to that. The problem seemed small on the surface, like a tree, but below it were neverending roots. 

Gwen snapped back to reality when Roselind spoke up.

"Where are you going, Lucy?" Roselind asked as she placed her utensils down.

Lucy noticed the untouched food that was disfigured from Roselind's boredom, but she didn't speak up about it. "Don't tell dad okay?" she whispered, leaning in. "There's a new club that opened and everyone is talking about it! All of my friends are going."
Roselind slowly nodded, remembering something about the said-club. She couldn't recall the details very well, but knew many of her peers were also raving about it. Supposedly, the vibe and atmosphere was different from the rest.

"Want to come?" Lucy chirply asked, "It'll be fun, I promise!"
Roselind touched her neck and glanced to the side. Her attention landed on Adam who kindly smiled back at her. His eyes resembled the moss found in the edge of a forest, warm from the sunlight. 

Roselind knew Adam had always served the Pearce. The head butler was the same age as Jacob, and the two were childhood friends. She wondered how Adam felt. Adam had a child and wife at home, but spent more time in the Pearce mansion than anywhere else in the world.

The most peculiar detail was Adam's lineage. He bore the Pearce family name, but lived with another family. 

Roselind remembered how confused she felt as a child. Adam Pearce was technically her Uncle, but the illegitimate son was never claimed by the Pearce Patriarch at the time. 

She wasn't surprised. Her paternal grandfather was a heartless man who didn't accept illegitimate children.

"Well?" Lucy excitedly said, grabbing one of Roselind's hands, gently squeezing it reassuringly. 

Lucy squared her shoulders, "If you're worried about men who barely pass as a solid five on a good day, don't worry my beloved sister!" 

"I will behave as your knight in shining armor and cockblock all of them!" she added on.

"Lucy!" Gwen gasped at the absurd word that came out of her daughter's mouth. "That's improper."
"We're in the twenty-first century, not the medieval times," Lucy huffed. She grabbed onto Roselind's shoulder and shook it. "Come on, please?"

Roselind couldn't help but smile at her step-sister's persistence. She reached forward and pinched the young girls' adorable cheeks. Despite their age difference of five years, Roselind couldn't help but baby Lucy.

"How can I say no to such a cute thing?" Roselind teased just as Lucy let out a squeal of delight and threw her arms around her.

"Yay! It'll be so fun," Lucy gushed. "Rumor has it there will be A-List celebrities there. Oh, and some old friends from our high school. But well, they'll mainly be your friends more than anything, but still—mmph!"

Roselind had shoved a croissant into Lucy's mouth. With a slight smile, she ruffled her younger sister's hair. "You're getting too worked up so early in the morning."
Lucy happily chomped away on the sweet and buttery bun. "I can't help it," she said in between bites. "It's been a while since you last went to a club—" she paused, her eyes widening. "Wait, I'm so sorry Rosie, I didn't mean to!'
Roselind���s smile became strained. She shook her head and patted Lucy on the cheek before standing up. "Don't stress it, Lu, I'll be fine." 
Gwen anxiously fiddled with her necklace, watching as the light dimmed in Roselind's eyes. How long had it been since that incident? The one that ruined Roselind's self-esteem for the rest of her life.

Gwen let out a sigh. The past was always hard to forget. It was a demon that creeped up to us in the worst of times. They were the monsters under our bed, keeping us awake. Except, monsters didn't exist within our childhood. They were real and walked amongst us.

Gwen Pearce, out of everyone else, would know.

"Where are you going?" Lucy asked, grabbing onto Roselind's hand like an eager puppy missing her owner.

Roselind shook her head in amusement at Lucy's shifting behavior. Sometimes Roselind wished she could live a life as carefree as Lucy. It was a lot easier being the youngest of the family, than the unwanted middle child.

"To father's study. Want to come along?" Roselind asked, even though she already knew the answer.

Lucy scrunched her nose and cringed back. "Ew no, I could never. He'd probably lecture me about reading more books instead of magazines. I can't help that I'm not as studious as you. Every nonfiction book is like a bedtime story to me."
Roselind let out a laugh. "Coming from the honor student, I find that hard to believe."
Lucy simply shrugged with her silly little smile. "Go go, I wouldn't want to keep our grouchy father waiting."
Roselind nodded. She turned to Gwen and the two exchanged a knowing glance. 
"I'll be downstairs if you need me, sweetheart," Gwen quietly murmured, knowing her husband often took things too far. She anxiously stood at the bottom of the staircase, despite the fact that she was supposed to discuss something with her husband as well.

"Don't worry, I won't strain myself for his sake today," Roselind said.

Gwen knew that was a lie. Roselind Pearce was an overachiever. Reluctantly, she nodded her head. "I hope you will keep that in mind."

Everyone watched as Roselind climbed up the staircase and disappeared down the hallways.

“In this lifetime and the next, I will love no one else but you."

- - - - -

What if you lived in a world where you can discover your soulmate with a simple touch? What if the previous lifetimes that you've spent with them flash before your eyes? 

For Roselind, this has been the unsaid phenomenon that governs this world. The system is flawless. 

That is, until her world collided with Cadden, and only one of them saw the Past. 

- - - - -

Roselind Pearce didn't need a soulmate to distract her from success. She was mischievous, sly, and the daughter of a wealthy businessman. 

Her life was supposed to be picture perfect. Until it wasn't. 

Cadden Kingsley had never planned to cross paths with a spitfire of a woman. Cruel, cunning, and confident, he was a monster lurking in the shadows. 

The business world was his sandbox, and he was the King. 
His life was too cruel for the likes of a soulmate.

But fate had other plans for him. Roselind trailblazed into his life. And unexpecteduly, he was the ice that threatened her fire. 

They were a whirlwind of differences. When their worlds collide, they wreck mayhem. 

And the result? 

A love like no other.


- - - - -

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Dinner in the Wilde house was slightly different from the other households. Mrs Wilde had a strict rule about eating together as a family. This was also another form of battle that usually went unseen by the servants. It was a time when Alex would bargain with her parents about the things she wanted to have and try. Jasper was normally the silent one who would read subtle cues and hints about what was expected of him.
Today, Mr Wilde was chairing the dinner meeting. He announced two very important news and the children listened attentively.
"We will be engaging a private tutor who will assist you as a mentor for your personal subjects of interest. Apart from Scarlet, the two of you are required to see her and update Ms Connor on your progress towards your goal once a week. Scarlet, I heard from Claire that none of the clubs in school provided what you required. Ms Debbie is a freelance editor. She will act as your mentor and book consultant on the days you are not interning at Wilde Inc."
He then looked at Alex and Jasper. "Both of you were at school surveying the clubs today. Have you made any applications yet?"
Jasper shook his head. "I am required to prove my worth in the next two weeks so my application is still under consideration, Sir."
Mr Wilde wasn't too worried about what Jasper was planning. In fact, of the three children under his care, the boy was the one he was least worried about.
"What about you?" he asked Alex who then recounted her story. Wilmer didn't know if he should talk to his daughter about the odds of winning an art competition. He didn't want to crush her hopes, but he didn't want to give her false hopes either. Of course, it would be entirely possible to secure Alex a spot in the prestigious Art & Sculpture Club by pulling some strings, but Alex was determined to do this on her own this time.
"Very well, we will await the results of the art competition to discuss it again. Claire, please get their schedules and organise two days for the chauffeur to pick them up from school to the company. They will begin their internship next month after they've settled down a little more into their school life. Also, please contact Mrs Debbie Connor and schedule for Scarlet's first lesson."
Claire bowed and the Wilde's continued their dinner in a more casual manner, talking about their day and the strange school system. Wilmer was surprised by how brilliant Joyville International was. They definitely invested a lot in nurturing talents, something Keyman International didn't do a good job at.
#screen start#
Ahoy Sea Ruffians!
This is your captain once more. It's been a good while and I've been busy settling down in my new life on a new ship - A.K.A. I transferred schools.
If you're wondering who this entry is going to be featuring, you can stop holding your breath now. It's not going to be about a new friend I made because there were no friends to be making today. Instead, I will be gossi- sharing a very unique individual who wears at least two hats. Meet Mr Wonka - our homeroom teacher and school counsellor.
Mr Wonka wears very nerdy looking hipster clothing. I don't know how the school doesn't comment about his choice of work attire. It's an absolute fashion disaster! To 'make an impression', Mr Wonka dressed up in a yellow and orange checkered pants with a white button-up shirt folded at the sleeves, held by navy blue suspenders. To top it off, he didn't comb his hair properly with one of the cowlicks at the side sticking out. Those thick round-framed glasses of his was also a very stereotypical hipster-nerd trend that clearly didn't suit a man in his thirties. I think Mr Wonka was trying too hard.
It became even more apparent how starved for attention he was when he proudly paraded with us following behind him the whole time when we were going to the health station. It doesn't help that he cannot take hints as a counsellor and can talk to himself for a whole day. I don't know why he was the school's counsellor, but I guess there won't be a boring day with Mr Wonka as my teacher.
Enough about describing Mr Wonka's appalling external appearance and eccentric character. This journal isn't about judgement, it's more of an observation. 
Most people would probably miss this out, but Mr Wonka is actually not left nor right-handed. While Mr Wonka favours his left hand more when he is writing, he often uses his right hand to hold doors and zip things. I suspect that Mr Wonka is actually ambidextrous. 
Also, it should be obvious, but Mr Wonka adores children. Not just children as in humans, but also small animals. He is actually a very keen observer behind that eccentric bubbly mask of his. I have seen Mr Wonka serious at work when he is alone in the counsellor room pouring through his counsellor notes and calling parents up. I wonder why he feels the need to constantly wear the clown-like mask and comical behaviour when he is around us. What do you think?
Personally, while I'm not a huge fan of Mr Wonka, I can't help but be curious about the man behind the clown mask. Why did the school counsellor volunteer to be the homeroom teacher of a class like mine? More than half of us don't attend his classes at all and it isn't due to truant.
If there is one thing I admire about Mr Wonka, it is his ability to reject rejection and continue smiling even in tough times. It takes a special kind of strength to continue having an endless supply of hope and optimism when things look like they'll never get better.
That's all from me folks! I'll see you again when I meet more interesting subjects to observe.
Fair Winds!
Pirate S.
#screen ends#


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

Note: Slow progress. Talks of some darker topics in life eg: Depression, PTSD, adoption and acceptance.

Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story.

You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy.

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Mr. Sakata Ikuzo said,
"My true enemy is that extruding machine. When Miyamoto Musashi pulled out his sword, he attained a state of perfect self-effacement. I will pull my sword and attack that extruding machine."
Mr. Sakata Ikuzo stood up slowly.
His mouth was shut tight and something flared in his eyes. He had the eyes of a Samurai for a moment.
"I will check the temperature of the extruding machine's cylinder and the rotating screw, along with the temperature during pressing and the expansion. Manager Park, why don't you look inside of the hopper and check the carbon black and the vulcanization accelerator again? And see if the exact amount of the zinc oxide is there according to the recipe and also check the quality of the oil. Attack! I press the switch!"
The extruding machine started moving with a loud noise. The coolant came out in order to make the product cool."
"It's coming out!"
The new sample products started coming out. Mr. Sakata Ikuzo took a piece of the new product that just came out and put it into his mouth. It was a plastic piece and looked like a jelly. Mr. Sakata Ikuzo then said while chewing the piece,
"Wow, this is aromatic."
Mr. Sakata Ikuzo kept chewing the piece of the plastic with his eyes closed.
Jong-Suk was staring at Mr. Sakata Ikuzo. He looked nervous.
"He is not going to swallow it, isn't he?"
The way Mr. Sakata Ikuzo handled his work looked very strange to Jong-Suk, but he was in awe of Mr. Sakata Ikuzo at the same time.
"Even though he doesn't swallow the piece, some portion of plastic and oil or carbon will get into his body through his throat."
Jong-Suk now felt scared of Mr. Sakata Ikuzo.
"Japanese people… I certainly admit their high craftsmanship."
Jong-Suk collected the new sample products in order to measure their hardness and tensile strength.
 
Mr. Sakata Ikuzo was still chewing the plastic.
"Good. I see my enemy is slowly collapsing while bleeding."
Mr. Sakata Ikuzo smiled.
 
Mr. Sakata Ikuzo, the plant manager, Jong-Suk and the interpreter headed to Gun-Ho's office with the new sample product.
"President Goo, please take a look at the new product."
Gun-Ho examined the product. The product would be used as part of a car or an electronic device. It was extruded twice, and that made one part of the product hard and another part soft, which was folded. The degree of clearness was excellent. It seemed that they added some perfume to the product; it smelled really good.
"Good job all of you. Before we could celebrate our new product, we will have to pass the S Group's test."
"Of course, sir."
Gun-Ho asked for the sales director—Director Kim.
"Why don't you take the sample product and visit S Group? And meet with the vice president and tell him that we have successfully developed this new product."
"Yes, sir. You need to keep in mind though that there are tons of researchers at the S Group's research center and most of them have Ph.D. Their testing will be extremely thorough and really hard to pass. I will take our testing result and 20 sample products with me. I will also take Manager Jong-Suk Park as well in case they ask some technical questions."
"Sure. Manager Jong-Suk Park! Go with the sales director to S Group."
"Yes, sir."
Jong-Suk answered in a very respectful way.
 
Gun-Ho was looking at his smartphone when he received a call from the vice president of S Group.
"President Goo? I received the new sample product. Is this really made by your company?"
"Yes, we developed it."
"Where did you get the raw materials for this product?"
"The raw materials are from Dyeon Japan."
"Did they sell them to you without raising any issues?"
"They just sent us a few bags of the materials since we just need them to do some tests and make sample products."
"It would be nice to use the raw materials provided by Dyeon America from the U.S.; however, it will cost shipping. Anyway, we are in the process of testing the product."
"Okay, sir."
"The product looks good, but we will have to analyze to be sure. It will take about one week to complete our test. We say, 'small head, big ideas.' I guess that is true. I can't believe your company developed that product."
"Thank you."
Gun-Ho felt great.
S Group was one of the biggest companies in Korea. The company had been in the position for a long time. People must have an academic degree from the top universities in Korea in order to get a job in that company. The company also required a personality test to all job applicants in addition to the right education and work experience. After the job candidates passed all those tests, they then would be invited for an interview. It was extremely hard to get into that company; however, the salary was really good.
Gun-Ho felt great because his company developed the product which those researchers who had the proven best education, personality and experience couldn't.
 
It was the end of the day; Gun-Ho was ready to go home when Jae-Sik Moon in a security guard uniform came into his office.
"Hello, sir."
Jae-Sik gave a military salute to Gun-Ho to show his respect toward his employer. Gun-Ho smiled.
"What is it under your arm?"
"It's our high school alumni directory book."
"Really?"
Jae-Sik placed the directory book on Gun-Ho's desk. It was about 250 pages thick.
Gun-Ho smelled the book.
"It smells really good; I can smell the new book."
Gun-Ho opened the cover of the book and looked at the table of contents. The contents were divided into three sections. The first part was about the email addresses, phone numbers and current jobs of the alumni. The second part of the book was about how each of the alumni was doing these days. The part that talked about Gun-Ho drew Gun-Ho's attention. It said,
"Gun-Ho Goo: Acquired GH Mobile located in Asan City, Chungnam Province. Its sales revenue is 70 billion won, and it has 250 employees. He also invested in GH Parts Company in Suzhou City, China, which is currently being run by Min-Hyeok Kim. He also owns a real estate development company called GH Development in Seoul. He contributed to the fund for the entire printing expenses to have this alumni directory book completed."
 
Jae-Sik originally wrote that Gun-Ho contributed the fund for the entire expenses to make the alumni directory book, but Gun-Ho asked him to limit it to the entire printing expenses.
The third part of the alumni book was about the high school they all went together. It included news of their teachers, some of whom have already passed away.
 
"Thank you, President Goo."
"Stop saying that!"
"I will send this alumni book to all of our high school friends tomorrow. They won't talk about me like I swindled them anymore. It's because of you, Gun-Ho. I do truly appreciate it."
 
When the alumni book arrived at each of their high school friends, they were surprised.
"Wow. Gun-Ho Goo is the president of a huge company. It's a big company if they have 250 employees, right?"
"Gun-Ho Goo? That small guy who used to wear shabby sweatshirt all the time? How could this happen? Did he win a lottery or something?"
"You can't acquire that kind of company even though you win the lottery ten times."
"You can never know about someone's life or future."
The members of WestFacing Club, where Won-Chul Jo was actively involved as the president of the club, were astonished as well.
"I heard that Gun-Ho Goo made some good money, but I didn't know he made this much. We can't compete with him anymore."
The members felt half envy and half jealousy.

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.

the jungle book.... (1894) is a collection of 
stories by the  English author Rudyard Kipling
most of the character are animal such as
shere khan the tiger and balloon the bear 
through a principal character is the boy or 
man club Mowgli who is raised in the jungle India one place mentioned repeatedly is Seine-et-Marne (seonee) in the central state of
Madhya Pradesh


A major theme in the book is abandonment 
followed by  fostering as in the life of Mowgli
echoing Kipling's own childhood the theme is 
echoed in the triumph of protagonists including Rikki - tikki - tavi and the white seal 
over there enimis a as well as Mowgli,s another important theme is law and freedom ,
the stories are not about animal behaviour still less about the darwinian struggle for survival but about human  archetypes  in. animal  from  the teach respect for authority , 
obedience ,and knowing one,s place in society with the low of the jungle but the stories also 
illustrate the freedom to move between different world sach as when Mowgli moves between the jungle and the village .critics have also noted the essential wildness and lawless energies in the stories reflecting the irresponsible side of human nature.


the jungle book has remained popular ,partly
through its many adaptations for film and 
other media. critics such as Swati Singh have 
noted that even critics wary of Kipling for his 
supposed imperialism have admired the power of his storytelling the  book has been 
influential in the scout movement whose founder robert baden _powell was a friend of 
Kipling Percy Grainger composed his jungle book cycle around quotations from 
the book.

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