Crafters Era Bestiary, Folktales and Materials for Dummies

The sounds and sights of his hometown had not changed one bit since he'd left when he was young.
Despite that it had been more than two thousand years since the dawn of Egyptian civilization, Fina could still hear the authentic Egyptian accent amongst the people who spoke it. Granted, some of the differences were highly detectable. Syllabic sounds and intonations had evolved drastically from old Egyptian, and sentences were structured differently. The influence of the Greek language and other foreign languages were present in this dialect that Fina now heard. She could not understand it, and she definitely had not expected it. 
The land of Egypt had many dialect groups which not many could understand, and the difference in accents was normal.
Lazart and his daughter Kate stayed in the same place, and Lazart told his son Chris to check up on the situation. He was worried that the vast number of people in front of him was a sign of looming turmoil. The Copts always caused the worst unrest around the region. 
Deep in thought, he absently turned his head, only to lock eyes with Fina. Looking at her stirred up memories buried deep in his mind.
Like many other ethnic groups, the Copts were a proud group. They valued their traditions and their way of life, and they refused to be assimilated into mainstream Egyptian society. They held on strongly despite having to live through trying times, carving out a tiny bubble of life where they understood how to live.
And it was precisely the will to exist and maintainance of their culture that became the driving forces for the Copts to thrive. They worked much harder than the Egyptians to attain wealth and social status. They knew that these were the ingredients that guaranteed their place in modern society.
Perseverance and hard work were the hallmarks of changing one's fate. Although Copts accounted for only 10% of the total population of Egypt, their educational level was significantly higher than that of average Egyptian. Many Copts had also gone on to receive higher education and become highly qualified professionals. Copts made up a huge proportion of doctors, lawyers, and engineers.
The Saviles family, one of Egypt's richest households, was of Coptic origin. At the height of their wealth, before the dawn of World War II, more than 40 of the largest 100 landlord families in Egypt were Copts. 
Even more impressive was Boutros Boutros-Ghali, a Copt who had eventually become a United Nations Secretary-General, a highly coveted position. Not many ethnic groups in the world could claim this important position. 
Early Copts also emigrated abroad and put down roots in other countries. They thrived in these foriegn lands as well. According to statistics, Copts accounted for the highest proportion of minority population doctors in the United States, exceeding even the sum of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean doctors combined.
Lazart had not been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he too had been able to make something of himself out of nothing. He opened his own jewelery store in the Khan el-Khalili market, dealing in gold and silver. The store provided his family and himself with a comfortable life. They did not need to worry about basic necessities. It also had the added benefits of maintaining harmony amongst his family and placing his household's economic position in the top 1% of Egyptian households. He was contented. 
The passing down of culture from one generation to the next was important for the survival of one's tradition. Lazart and his family had attached the utmost importance to this. In private gatherings, family members had to converse in the Coptic language. Their shared history was also passed down via word of mouth, with the elders sharing stories and folk legends to children once they understood how to read and write. 
When Lazart was a young boy, his grandpa had told him a story—a story about cats.
However, the story had been grossly distorted after two thousand years of being passed down by mouth. Each narrator added his own narrative to the story, and it was now indistinguishable from the original. The current story sounded more like a fairytale rather than a serious story. Yet while the story had changed, the protagonists had not. The story revolved around a family that, for unknown reasons, had been trapped in the desert. They were eventually rescued by a passing cat. 
Such a story was lousy, with neither a spectacular moral nor a colorful ending. Its only saving grace was that the story did not allow a lousier ending where the cat transformed into a beauty and married the prince. Such colorful stories, if spread widely, would almost certainly be added to any book collection of folktale stories. 
Alas, this story, along with many other folktales, had not been circulated widely, and had stayed heavily confined within Lazart's family. When he was ten, Lazart had truly believed that the story had actually happened, but once he grew older, he came to his senses in the blink of an eye. Despite all this, he continued the age-old tradition of reading the same story to his children in the Coptic language. He knew that nothing sparked children's interest in a language like a fascinating, albeit ridiculous, story. 
Yet looking past the absurdity, deep in his heart, Lazart believed that his ancestors had had some connection with cats. The source of his belief came from a beautifully handcrafted tapestry made out of linen and wool. It depicted that very same cat.
When Lazart had first seen Fina, he'd instantly connected her with the cat depicted on the tapestry. The uncanny resemblance had drawn up memories of his own childhood and the absurd folktale. Fina was exactly what the tapestry showed. They had the same golden hair and unique spots. To Lazart, it was as if the cat had jumped out from the tapestry and entered the real world. 
He could not take his eyes off Fina. He almost stopped breathing, but suddenly, his daughter Kate held his hands. 
"Dad, are you okay?" Kate asked in fear. She'd noticed that her father was pale and sweating profusely. She thought that the riots were causing him all that stress.
"Yes, I'm fine," Lazart muttered, raising his chin to signal her to look at Fina. "Remember the story I told you and your brother?"
Kate stared at Fina. "What a beautiful cat! Dad, are you seeing the cat in the story in this cat? I think it is simply a coincidence."
Lazart shook his head. He had seen many cats throughout his life, but none of the cats had had such fur coats and markings.
He decided to ask his shop-owner friend about the cat because he did not think that this was an ordinary stray cat.
The shop owner was also a Copt. He told Lazart that the cat had been brought in by several Chinese tourists. Now these Chinese tourists were caught in the commotion and unable to get out.
Suddenly, his son Chris ran back and told his father what he'd found out about the situation.
Lazart was relieved to hear that the unrest was unlikely to be a precursor to something greater.
He thought to himself, "Shall I leave since this is not my business?"
He stood firmly in his spot. However, Fina kept staring at him, as if expecting something to happen. Not only were its coat and markings similar to the cat in the tapestry, but its eyes and aura also mirrored that picture.
Lazart gently walked toward Fina. The cat stood firmly in its spot, not moving one inch.
"Hello. Can you understand me?"
Lazart immediately felt stupid talking to the cat. He thought only children talked to cats.
Yet he could swear that the cat gave a slight nod of its head. He could not discern whether this was an illusion. 
He pointed to the riot happening and asked, "Are your friends in trouble?"
The cat turned its head to the side, as if signaling to Lazart that this was too troublesome a question to answer. Nevertheless, the cat still nodded its head just slightly. 
At this point, Lazart decided that not only would he help the Chinese tourists in the distance, but he would also ask them about the cat.
"Come. I want to help your friends get out of trouble." He pointed in the direction of his shop.


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THOSE OTHER MORE MYSTERIOUS FOLKS.

In the section above, I have introduced to you the most common folk of this continent. But aside from those folks, there also stories and sometime artefacts which was left behind by, said… more mysterious peoples, drown in myths and legends. So let talk about them.

The lizardman

All the information I had acquired about this race of peoples, only come from folk tales. Those tales spoke of a strange folks called Lizardman, tall creatures they are, approximate 2 metres high, with a flat nose-less face, big mouth and eyes and a snake like neck. Their face and limbs all covered in reptile-like scales, difference from other folks they only have 4 fingers and toes instead of five. The tales also says that they are extremely strong and fierce, and use to be an elite force in service for Varlann empire in the Hundred Years War.

At first, I thought this is just myth of the Valaurea's folks. Until one day, I have a chance to visit a wealthy nobleman and be shown his collection of artefacts. In that big display hall, many of his collection of ancient vases and paintings, contain depiction of long neck tall figure. But I still remain sceptical and think those were just a stylized depiction of human for some ancient artistic preference. Until he shows me a skeleton, although the skeleton is only partially completed of an upper body but it has me intrigue. Now, I'm not a medical student or anything like that, but I still thing I have some knowledge about the human skeleton through books I'd read. And that skeleton's skull, is lack some feature, that is the frontal bone is smooth and the nasal bone is missing. Especially is the neck, human neck only has 7 bones, but the skeleton he shown me have 15. Not only that, the forearm's bone is exceptionally long, almost as long as my arm. An interesting specimen indeed, maybe lizardman is real?

The Dragon folk

Like Lizardman, this is a very mythicized race, and I only known through stories. And the stories don't tell much information about this people, they don't leave behind any monument, ruin, or tomb, temple, neither any writing. Only painting, artistic depiction and literature of other folks about them and the retold of their folktales. But one thing for sure that is the Dragon folk is indigenous people of Varlaurea. The tales says, their appearance is resemblance of the Downers and Uppers except for horns on their head. They also say they're exceptional in magic, some say they're even powerful than the mages of other folks. Their magic ability also allowed them to communicating without open their mouth, so that's why they don't have the need for writing. Especially they excel as true transformation magic, and able to transform into all kind of shapes and size, but they're fond of a shape that resemblance what our world's image of a dragon. Anh the tales also state, that they had a conflict which escalated into a full scale war called "the Hundred Years War" with the Elvas.

The name "Dragon folks" in fact was created by me based on their appearance when transformed.

The Elvas.

All my information about the so call Elvas is just like of the Dragon folks, which it not much, these two are the most mysterious races of this continent, and mysterious of them all is the Elvas. No one knows the Elvas origin, neither their history. Are they also immigrant like the Uppers, Downers and Orc? If so where are they come from? When did they came? No one knows. All of the oldest stories I had found say nothing about their origin, just some simple statement that they have been on Varlaurea for a long, long time.

From the description of legends, they're tall, elegance and beautiful. Always appeared with a long, colourful hair, they lived harmony with nature and in many beautiful cities amid the forest in the northern part of the continent.

I had once visit a site that believe to be the ruin of an Elvas city, at a big forest of Varlaurea, the forest called "the Internal Forest" because the locals said in ancient time, when the Elvas still dwell in the wood, due to their magic, the forest's foliage is always green despite the seasons. Stand among those vine covered ruins I wonder. Who are these peoples? And if they're real, what are they look like? What does their language sound like? And the most importance thing is what kind of story they would tell me? Gaze upon those ruin, all I can says is "it's a shame"

From "A journey to Varlaurea continent" by Chickknight Greenleaf.

Chapter 2 "The folks of Varlaurea".

from the journal of Chickknight Greenleaf

"This is Yuhu Square. Passengers who are getting off here are reminded to take their personal belongings with them and alight from the back of the coach." 
"Next station, Jufa Farmer's Market. Please remain seated or hold on to the handrails." 
On the Route 142 Bus, Fang Zheng's brows furrowed throughout the entire journey as he stared at the Hell Currency in his hand. 
Ever since the incident at the apartments, he noticed that the ten Yuan note in his hand had suddenly transformed into a piece of Hell Currency. 
In myths, folklore, and the Tome of Monajie contained many explanations… 
Money did not circulate in the underworld. 
The true currency that circulated in the underworld were secret virtues. 
To ghosts, secret virtues were akin to cash. Self Cultivation[1], attaining enlightenment, crossing the Naihe Bridge[2], reincarnation, and even bribing unreasonable demons, all required cash to keep the gears moving. 
The currency of secret virtues was called Hell Money in the material realm, but it was not the same as the millions burnt to the underworld by the overworld. A note that denotes 1 billion has no use, and if it did the realms of Death would experience hyperinflation a long time ago[3]. Secret virtue currency was the merits accumulated over a lifetime. 
The reality was that between ghosts in the underworld, they were even more materialistic than the material realm. The benefits of secret virtues were limitless. In the underworld, they were more useful than money and could connect them to the gods of the underworld, and allow them to carry out their asceticism. 
In the past, Fang Zheng would usually scoff at these tales of excessive mysteries of the Dao and would not pay them much heed. 
However, now the world was like a still lake that had a boulder thrown into it. Everything was changing in strange ways, and Fang Zheng no longer knew what was true and what was false in these old folktales. He could not tell if the note in his hand was secret virtue money or normal Hell Money from the overworld? 
"Whatever. It doesn't matter if it's real or not." Fang Zheng pocketed the note. Too much had happened that night, and it was only then that he had time to gather his thoughts. 
Fang Zheng thought about the cool man in the sunglasses who pulled him out of that out-of-body experience. 
And the bald, middle-aged man who the cool man in the sunglasses referred to as 'Boss'. 
What concerned Fang Zheng more was that within a minute, he had learned about the accumulation of three strands of Gray Qi around those two men. 
Fang Zheng gently rubbed his lips. 
His eyebrows furrowed. 
He had a habit of doing that when he was deep in thought. 
The source of Gray Qi was from the extermination of ghosts. This point had been proven beyond doubt. 
Therefore, the source of Gray Qi should be grievance, misfortune, evil, negative energies… et cetera. However, Fang Zheng had not yet figured out which of these were the cause. 
However, one thing was certain! 
Normal people would not be able to see the Gray Qi and definitely not make use of it! 
At the moment, only he who held the Human Skin Scripture could see the Gray Qi that came from the death of a ghost. 
With this speculation, the crucial clues surfaced. 
The cool man in the sunglasses and his boss were specialists in handling paranormal activities that occurred in the populace. After these two men exterminated the ghosts, the dark elements within mysteries such as grievance, misfortune, evil, negative energies would coalesce and be bound around them. Therefore, the Human Skin Scripture began to react when he got close to them. 
However, he had not yet ascertained whether the coalesced grievance and evil energies was there for only a short while and would slowly dissipate, or would it be bound to these men for a lifetime? 
When his thoughts reached this point, Fang Zheng's eyes began to glint. He felt as though he found two fat goats[4] for himself. 
If his speculations were true, the cool man in the sunglasses and his compatriot would be fat goats, and every once in a while, he would be able to shear some cashmere for himself.
It would be much better than striving to make a living. 
Hm! 
Fang Zheng frowned and felt that his line of thought was rather dangerous. 
These cool men in sunglasses were public servants no matter how you put it. He could not simply describe them as fat goats. 
Furthermore, he even thought of making a profit off of public servants. 
This line of thought was too dangerous. 
Hm! 
To put it another way, these public servants are blazing with heat and light for humanity so let them be of as much use as possible! He would do his part for the greater good of society.
Fang Zheng struck his palm with his fist! 
He decided that when this business with the weapon was settled, he would immediately find out where the gathering place of these cool men in sunglasses was, and where their headquarters in Zhou City was. 
"This is Jufa Farmer's Market. Passengers who are getting off here are reminded to take their personal belongings with them and alight from the back of the coach." 
The bus had arrived at the stop. 
Fang Zheng was rather curious about the identity of Butcher Zhang. At the time among the group of bystanders outside the apartment block, he had caught a glimpse of Butcher Zhang. 
Butcher Zhang's eyes were fixated on the apartment block then. Under the special circumstances of the time, Butcher Zhang seemed to be able to see something. 
It seemed that Butcher Zhang was keeping secrets of his own. 
The scene in Jufa Farmer's Market was completely different during daytime and at night. 
In the day, before one even entered the main entrance, there would already be a sea of heads outside. There would be much hustle and bustle, the noises overwhelming. 
His goal was clear. 
Fang Zheng immediately headed for Butcher Zhang's pork stall. 
When Fang Zheng arrived, he saw that there was a chubby, fat boy who was a disciple of Wudaogang [5]standing in front of Butcher Zhang's stall.
This time Fang Zheng looked very closely for a moment. Hmm, the boy's Yang energy was blazing like a furnace. This was a human, not a ghost. 
The little disciple stood in front of the stall and suddenly took off his shirt. Multiple circles were drawn with watercolor paint on his body. The little disciple pointed at the circles, and spoke with his head held high, "Boss! My mom says that she wants the meat from these parts!" 
Peat[6]! 
He did not need to see that! 
Fang Zheng stared with his mouth agape. 
Butcher Zhang gave Fang Zheng a blank look, then turned to the little disciple, his face stoically neutral. 
"Boss, my dad also wants the meat of this thing!" The little disciple then took off his pants. 
Pfft! 
Fang Zheng spat out old blood[7]. 
(;OдO..)[8] 
He was so shocked he could not stop coughing. Were little disciples these days so mischievous?
Butcher Zhang—who kept a calm demeanor all this while—could no longer keep a straight face as well. 
Bang! 
The thick meat cleaver in his hand that weighed two kilograms thudded heavily on the round chopping block. "This pig is a sow." 
After buying the meat, the little disciple put on his clothes, and using the same disdainful gaze of Wudaogang, said to Fang Zheng, "Retard." 
Fang Zheng was speechless. 
Oh my! I've been insulted by a vicious little disciple. If he could do this, what else could he do? 
Fang Zheng kneeled, and smiled, "Little boy, after being bit by a bat, one will become batman. When bit by a spider, one will become spiderman. One becomes a God of Thunder after being struck by lightning, and one who is painted green becomes the green giant. After eating a savory pancake one will become a pancake man. Eating the Devil Fruit gives one superpowers. So what does someone become after eating pork?" 
The little disciple looked at him, "Peppa Pig!" 
Fang Zheng raised his hand and rustled the little disciples' hair as he smiled a smile that said even children could be taught something new. "You're a really smart and witty boy." 
He watched as the little boy ran home while he shouted excitedly. Fang Zheng stood happily. What a daring little disciple. He did not learn anything good except for being savage. 
After that Fang Zheng stood in front of Butcher Zhang's pork stall. 
Without waiting for Fang Zheng to speak, a short blade in a scabbard was thrown by Butcher Zhang onto the table with a thud. 
"Old Wang already dropped by and told me about you." 
"If you want to cleave ghosts and get rid of evil, this Death's Head Blade will suit you even better." 
Butcher Zhang's facial features were now returning to its expressionless state.
[1] This is a Buddhist/Daoist practice in which the individual carries out certain prescribed practices such as meditation in order to 'purify' their soul.
[2] A part of the Chinese mythos of the underworld, this is the point in which a soul, having gone through the purgatory and cleansing of Hell, prepares to embark on their next cycle of reincarnation. It is distinct from the concept of Narakade in Buddhism, though they share the same premise.
[3] Here the author makes a reference to the Daoist practice of burning Hell Money for the dead. Oftentimes these notes have ridiculously large sums on them, up to the millions or billions. Obviously, if the notes had any real value in the underworld, the 'economy' would suffer from hyperinflation.
[4] The contextual meaning for this is actually cash cow or source of profit, but for the sake of the metaphors used in the next line, the Translator has decided to stick to the literal meaning.
[5] The 'Wudaogang Incident' is about a youth who went viral for publishing his views online in 2011. The Translator assumes that therefore the child looks very similar or has a similar character of the youth in question.
[6] The author probably means to use a homonym of an insult, 你妹 (your sister).
[7] A trope in Chinese comedy, where a bad joke is usually followed by the listener spitting blood as a response.
[8] It's an emoji.


Missing people... Cars mysteriously falling off the Tongjiang Bridge... The world is going mad and it is up to Fang Zheng to prepare himself for it. What will he get himself into? What horrors will he face? Are YOU ready to join Fang Zheng on his journey to hunt the wicked? Ps. Save this one for a lonely midnight.

Old Yan was a typical representative of the people who liked watching the fun. If Old Gu still worried if Yang Shuxin was well prepared, Old Yan became happier when he got to know Yang Shuxin and Yuan Zhou would sculpt their own Nine Dragon Sculpture respectively in a competing way. 
"There'll be a good show to enjoy," Old Yan muttered in a low voice. 
Anyway, the ice sculpting started. 
Yang Shuxin had a complete range of carving knives in various models and even the rasps used for polishing. All the tools were placed in a row, which gave people a sense of professionalism. 
On the contrary, Yuan Zhou had only one ordinary kitchen knife in his hand. On the aspect of professionalism, he was a little inferior, but actually, he wasn't defeated at all. His confident demeanor was as if to say "With the kitchen knife in my hand, I can take control of the whole world." 
The carving knife emitted a sound of "Ca Ca" when it flashed across the ice block. Yang Shuxin had started. It was a good-sized carving knife in his hand. He was going to sculpt out the rough contour of the dragons first. 
He got started quickly and boldly. Not long after that, the square ice block turned into an odd irregular polygonal shape.
Of course, it was of odd shape now as Yang Shuxin hadn't started to sculpt the details. With a slight movement of his hand, Yang Shuxin had replaced the good-sized carving knife with a medium-sized carving knife swiftly. The whole course of actions looked as natural and smooth as the floating clouds and flowing water. 
Even the surrounding customers who supported Yuan Zhou couldn't help highly praising the swift action of changing knives. God knows how many years he had practiced to make it appear so smooth and natural. 
Yang Shuxin gradually entered a concentrated state. And naturally, Yuan Zhou was unlikely to stare blankly at him. He also started to sculpt. 
The distinction between an experienced person and an inexperienced one was greater than that between an academic person and an ordinary person, just like Yuan Zhou and Yang Shuxin. 
Yang Shuxin first started with the rough contour of the entire sculpture while Yuan Zhou just began to sculpt the dragons one by one. 
The kitchen knife in his hand was like a silver butterfly that gleamed with a cold light. With its wings flapping for a few times in the air, a long body of the Chinese dragon gradually took shape. 
Everything was going well for both sides, especially with Yang Shuxin. The start was even better than ever. 
"My teacher might actually be able to complete the Nine Dragon Sculpture alone this time." Little Feng was longing for this result at the side. 
"But what exactly is Master Yuan sculpting?" Little Feng looked at Yuan Zhou's ice block and felt he could no longer understand him. If there had been a contour of the dragon, the body of the dragon looked as if it had been cut off now. 
Although the Nine Dragon Sculpture could be nine Chinese dragons in various forms, a broken one was hardly justifiable, as it was way too inauspicious. 
Little Feng was an assistant in name, but he had also learned under Yang Shuxin for many years. Even so, however, he had never seen anybody sculpt in this way. 
That was really a mystery.
As the minutes ticked by, the onlookers were much quieter. However, the number of people didn't become less, but instead, tended to become more and more. 
Some onlookers left, but more joined, just like the mischievous kid who hadn't filmed anything valuable last time. And because of the strict regulations of the Education Bureau, teachers give less homework now than before, which resulted in a lower turnover in the homework business and the tottering of the secondary market. 
It was a competition of sculpting skills today. He could shoot a long film and then split it up before posting it to his live stream, episode by episode. This way, he could get donations from his audiences and earn some money. 
"Teachers are giving less homework, the market is shrinking and the demand is decreasing. So I must film the video very well this time so I can earn some money. When I withdraw the donated money out of my account, I'm going to open up the market to Grade 1 and Grade 3 of the middle schools. Based on the homework that doesn't require thinking but only writing and writing, I will try to open up the third market. In this way, there will be no slow-moving resources and I can build a simulation that completely avoids the NET system." The mischievous kid muttered some technical terms excitedly. 
One hour passed very soon while the mischievous kid was filming the video and the onlookers were watching the fun. By then, the two ice blocks had already taken on the quality of artworks. 
Speaking of Yang Shuxin's sculpture, the bodies of the nine Chinese dragons had all appeared in the eyes of the onlookers. And the sculpting work of the dragon scales had also been finished on four of the nine Chinese dragons. The progress was really gratifying. 
"Shuxin has really exerted himself to sculpt today." Old Gu couldn't help sighing. 
Old Yan nodded his head, "Flying Dragon, Ascending Dragon, In-Cloud Dragon, Coiling Dragon, Curling Dragon, Crouching Dragon, Combating Dragon, Soaring Dragon and finally, the River-Stirring Dragon. None of them is identical. Such a Nine Dragon Sculpture is really of true value." 
From the perspective of the dragon shapes sculpted by Yang Shuxin, the sculpture was simply a dazzling light in most people's eyes, just as mentioned before. Fundamentally speaking, there were only five basic dragon shapes and others were all derived from them. 
Just like the River-Stirring Dragon. On the bottom of the sculpture was a river. The dragon hid its tail in the river and flew up with its head exposed to the air. It was actually the combination of both the Ascending Dragon and Soaring Dragon. 
Most people could understand the difficulties even just by thinking about it. The Nine Dragon Sculpture originally wasn't easy to sculpt, let alone nine dragons in different forms. On Yang Shuxin's Nine Dragon Sculpture, the bottom part was the river while the upper part was the sky and Longpan Mountain. The contents were abundant but not messy. 
"Little Boss Yuan's sculpture is a little difficult to understand," said Old Yan, "But I have to say the head of the Chinese dragon is really nice. It really requires genuine capabilities to be able to sculpt such a complicated and vivid head of Chinese dragon." 
As an inexperienced sculptor, Yuan Zhou started to sculpt the dragon head after he finished the dragon body halfway. 
There were many varieties of dragons in the Chinese legend, like Ying Dragon, Wang Dragon or even Pan Dragon. But actually, the dragons in the Nine Dragon Sculpture were all Xing Dragons. Like the old saying, "The snake evolves into Jiao[1] after it lives for one thousand years; Jiao evolves into Dragons after one thousand years; and Dragons evolves into Xing Dragons after another one thousand years. 
Neither Yang Shuxin or Yuan Zhou spent time and energy on the varieties of the Chinese dragons. So it was also a difficult job to sculpt out the differences between the nine dragons. 
Yang Shuxin used a very ordinary method, which had been used in almost all multi-dragon sculptures. The dragons were differentiated by the eyes, dragon horns and, sizes. For example, the double dragons on the ornamental pillars in the Imperial Palace. They were different in their eyes and sizes. 
When Yuan Zhou thought about this matter yesterday, he felt people seemed to be unable to tell the differences if they didn't observe it carefully. Therefore, Yuan Zhou decided to change another way. 
That was through emotions, including happiness, anger, sorrow, delight, anxiety, longing, sadness, terror, and astonishment. 
Nine emotions. That was right. Of the nine Chinese dragons sculpted by Yuan Zhou, their eyes, dragon horns or sizes were all the same. The only difference was the emotions of the dragons. 
The most common emotion evoked by Chinese dragons was majestic. Nothing else. But Yuan Zhou just wanted to add emotions in the eyes of the dragons. 
So Yuan Zhou's Nine Dragon Sculpture could be considered as Nine Cloud Dragon Lines, or more specifically, A Dragon In The Clouds That Turned Into Nine Dragons. 
Just because they were far from the sculpture and couldn't see it clearly, Old Gu, Old Yan, and other onlookers found it hard to understand. If they stayed closer, they could nevertheless see the emotions in the eyes of the three dragons that were being sculpted. 
For example, one of the dragons had extraordinarily protruding brow ridges; the eyes were big and vigorous; the teeth were slightly open; and the dragon's whiskers moving by itself. That was anger. 
And for the next one, the mouth was a little more curved. That was happiness. 
It had to be admitted that all the nine emotions of the dragons were very hard to tell if they were true or not. The Chinese dragon itself was a fiction, no one had ever seen any. Nor could they imagine what it looked like when it smiled. 
The only disadvantage was that he must imagine all of them alone without any reference. However, everything had two sides. 
If nobody had ever imagined that, Yuan Zhou could do whatever he wanted to create one. 
Nine forms of dragons. Anyhow, Yuan Zhou stayed up all night yesterday once in a blue moon and did nothing but watch Animal World. 
All in all, Yuan Zhou did his utmost today in order to defeat Yang Shuxin.
[1] Jiao(蛟) is the flood dragon in Chinese legend.


In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
---Michelin Guide
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+ From ancient Greek myths to Game of Thrones, the legend of the dragon is one of the most enduring and romanticized throughout history. It has been traced back as far as 4000 BC and exists in all parts of the world. In and around Europe dragons are viewed mostly as monsters of evil intent. In ancient Rome, the army used dragons as symbols of strength. During the Renaissance, fear of sea monsters kept sailors from venturing too far from known waters, and the edges of their maps would read "Here be dragons."


+ The etymology of the word dragon, which it says entered the English lexicon in around 1220 and was used in English versions of the Bible from the early 14th century. Dragon derives from Old French, the language used by nobles and law courts following the Norman conquest of 1066. This, in turn, stems from the Latin draconem or Draco meaning "big serpent," which was derived from ancient Greek δράκων (drakon).


+ In Greek mythology, the Hesperian Dragon named Ladon was a hundred-headed serpent that guarded the golden apples in the garden of the Hesperides. Historically, European dragons were viewed as being evil, jealous, and greedy hoarders of treasure. In the stories, they were generally treated as violent monsters who must be slain by heroes and saints. European dragons could have four legs, two legs, or none, and often had wings.


+ In Asia, and especially China, the view of these creatures was very different. Dragons were thought to live under the ocean in the winter, arising in the spring with a clap of thunder to bring the rain needed for their crops, according to the American Museum of Natural History. They breathed clouds and moved the seasons. The dragon was the symbol of the Chinese Emperor, and the Imperial throne was called the Dragon Throne. Known as the Dragon, the emperor ruled in harmony and brought peace and prosperity to all.


+ Chinese dragons are depicted as being more serpent-like, with long, snaking bodies and usually had four legs. They are generally seen as wingless. How people view them and what they believe about them varies widely, but the idea is too widespread not to think there are some common roots.


+ Ancient Origins discusses a number of potential roots. The first one is crocodiles. Saltwater and Nile crocodiles are the two largest living reptiles on earth today. Currently, saltwater crocodiles live in the eastern Indian Ocean region, and Nile crocs in the rivers, marshes, and lakes of Sub-Saharan Africa. But 1,000 years they had a much larger habitat range and could have been encountered by people living in Greece, Spain, and Southern Italy.

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+ Dragons appear in the mythology of many ancient cultures but nowhere else in the world was the creature quite so revered as in China. There, in marked contrast to other world mythologies, the dragon was almost always seen in a positive light and particularly associated with life-giving rains and water sources. Considered the most auspicious year sign, worn on the robes of emperors, depicted in the most precious materials from gold jewelry to jade figurines, and with countless references in literature and the performing arts, the dragon was everywhere in ancient China and looms as large today in the Chinese psyche as ever.


+ One of the earliest creatures to appear in the tales and legends of ancient China, the dragon is most often depicted as a giant and lithe beast which dwells in either water sources or clouds.


+ The Chinese dragon is extraordinarily powerful, and when it flies, it is usually accompanied by lightning and thunder. When, by whom, and on what reality the dragon was first invented is not known, although some historians suggest a link with rainbows and a 'serpent of the sky' which is seen after rain showers or at waterfalls. Carved jade dragons have been excavated at sites of the Hongshan culture, which can be dated to 4500-3000 BCE, far before any written records of the creature appeared. The historian R. Dawson gives the following description of the Chinese dragon's physical attributes.


+ Alternative descriptions give similar attributes but sometimes with the body of a snake, the eyes of a rabbit, the belly of a frog, and the antlers of a deer. Other qualities of the dragon were that it could change its shape and size at will and disappear or reappear wherever it wished.


+ The Chinese scholar Wen Yiduo suggested that this fantastic collection of beastly parts was actually based on the political union of several different tribes, each with a different animal as their totem. The dragon was, therefore, a symbolic representation of the assimilation of these tribes into a single nation. An interesting hypothesis, it does not, however, explain the appearance of dragons long before any such political associations existed in early Chinese communities.


+ Despite the dragon's fearsome aspect it was not usually seen as the bad-intentioned monster that inhabits the myths of other cultures around the world where it is typically slain by a brave hero figure. Indeed, in China, the dragon was and is regarded as being a just and benevolent creature.


+ It is for this reason they became associated with rulership and especially the emperors of China who, in their capacity as the holders of the Mandate of Heaven and as God's representative on earth, must always rule in a just and impartial manner for the good of all their subjects.


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+ We encounter dragons in almost every ancient culture of the world. Dragons played an important role in the beliefs of our ancestors and these creatures were depicted in a variety of ways.


+ Dragons can be placed in two groups- East and West dragons, and they were regarded as either good or very fearsome and evil creatures. In ancient China, the dragon was a highly significant creature that became a symbol of the Emperor and his throne was sometimes called the Dragon Throne.  Ancient Chinese believed dragons were in control the weather and water. These creatures were said to be able to manipulate oceans, floods, tornadoes, and storms.


+ There are nine distinctive Chinese dragons and some of them are serpent-like creatures with large bodies and long heads. The dragon in China is believed to be a benign creature that is said to bring wisdom, power, and luck. They are famous for their goodness and to ward off evil, protect the innocent and bring safety to all. Tradition and celebration of New Year in China can be traced to a dragon named Nien (or "year").


+ Nien was a legendary wild beast that attacked people at the end of the old year. Villagers would use loud noises and bright lights to scare the creature away, a practice that slowly morphed into the Chinese New Year festivities. Today the dragon has its own year on the Chinese calendar. On the British Isles and in Scandinavia, dragons were often depicted as wingless creatures. In this part of the world, the dragon was depicted as a more malevolent creature that was very difficult to kill. The West dragon was wingless and lived in dark places or wells where he was guarding hoard treasures. Approaching the dragon was almost impossible because of its poisonous fire breath. Dragons in British and Scandinavian mythology often appear in stories when a prince tries to save a young maiden from being abducted by the fearsome animal. 


+ If he can slay the dragon, he can become the new King and win the girl as his bride.n ancient Chinese mythology we encounter five enormous dragon kings who were rainmakers and rulers of the waters. Four of them were stationed at the cardinal points and ruled the seas. Their chief had his abode in the middle. The five dragon kings were named Lung Wang. The dragon kings of China lived in crystal palaces under the sea. 


+It was believed these underwater dwellings were part of the mysterious Underworld that could only be reached through underground mountain caves and special secret entrances. When the Water Dragons rose to the surface the caused typhoons and when they flew through the air caused heavy raining and hurricanes. The Dragon Kings are among the deified forces of nature of the Taoist religion. A dragon's head was one of the most famous symbols of the Vikings. 


+The Viking dragon was in many ways a representation of the Midgard Serpent, a mythical sea creature who fought with the Norse god, Thor. The reason why Vikings built ships with huge dragonheads was that they wanted to appear as frightening as possible from a long distance. Vikings called their longships "Drakkar" or dragon ships and the dragon was a powerful and fearsome symbol of war.


+ Many have seen the Welsh flag features a red dragon and that the Prince of Wales uses rampant dragons on his banner. The old British word "draig," meant leader, and the word, "pen," meant head. The two words combined to form Pendragon or Pen Draig, a noble surname in early Britain as early as the fifth century. The dragon symbol continued to be used by the last native Welsh princes of Wales, Llewelyn ap Gruffydd, and Owain Glyndwr, during their struggles against English occupation in the 14th and 15th centuries.


+ The Pendragon name in Welsh literature includes Uther Pendragon, father of the legendary King Arthur.


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Azure had not died when Cross stabbed in his eye. He did break his back, but he recovered quickly. He wanted revenge. The only way to get it was to kill Cross. He lost an eye in the process. What would he lose in the next fight? He had gone to Macau. Yun Xing and Simon Frost were going to attack Macau sooner or later so Azure had to be there if he wanted revenge. 
Shanghai, Old Power Plant 
The Chinese Resistance only had 200 soldiers left. Ever since they lost the battle in India the soldiers decreased rapidly, and still continues to decrease. At the rate, the Chinese Resistance was going The Blood Dragon Society would triumph. But Cross had a way to get the Chinese Resistance back on track. When they were in India he overheard a Blood Dragon Society member say that after they attack India they would go to Macau next and do the same exact thing they did in India. This was The Chinese Resistance's last time to prove they had the balls to go up against The Blood Dragon Society. So they had to go to Macau as well. "Orion gets the helicopters ready."  said Cross  "Why?" "We are going to Macau."
On the battlefield of Macau.
"Fire!" "A rocket blew up a Chinese Resistance truck." Cross killed 12 Blood Dragon Society soldiers with his fist. "We are winning!"
Macau Tower
Yun watched all the action happening in Macau Park. He watched the Chinese Resistance and The Blood Dragon Society kill other left and right. Yun smiled until he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hello, Leader Yun Xing."Azure?" "You are still alive." "You said you would grant me anything once I work for you so where is my wish?" "Where is my wish?" "You just don't get it, do you?" "You failed me." "You were supposed to kill Prime Minister Arjun but I had to hire somebody from The New Generation of Outlaws." "Don't you find something wrong with that?" "So you are trying to say that I am worthless," said Azure. "Exactly," said Yun. I guess you are not a dumb fuck after all. Argh!!! Azure rushed Yun and made him crash through the window. Yun then turned the tables on him and ripped out his other eye. Ah!! You may rest again Great King Azure. He then pulled out Jon Zen's sword from out of nowhere and drives it through his chest. What a waste. You could of get your wish if you didn't decide to try to kill me. I learned a lesson. Never bring back anyone from the Dark ages never again. 
By the battlefield...
Orion ripped a blood dragon society soldier in half. He was stabbed in the gut but this did nothing to him. He ripped his jaw off and stabbed another soldier in the chest. He then punched the ground causing a sinkhole to appear making 10 Blood Dragon Society trucks fall in blowing up a killing soldier who was inside of them.

 2 helicopters then shot 4 missiles at Orion who got the full blast of the explosion. Cross then hopped in one of the helicopters breaking the pilot's neck. The helicopter spined out and it collided with the other one and both of them exploded. Cross landed perfectly on his feet like a cat. That was all of them in this specific area. "Let's go to Macau Tower." "Wait where's Sarah?" Sarah was burning the shit out of a lieutenant until his face looked like jelly. 'Sarah we are going to Macau Tower to confront Yun Xing." said Cross. "I am going to stay here and fight off the reinforcements coming this way." "Are you sure Sarah? said Cross." "Yes." "Go ahead and kill that son of a bitch." Cross smiled and ran into Macau Tower. When they entered Macau Tower blood was everywhere. It was like someone dumped a bucket of blood on the ground. Yun Xing was their killing somebody. "Don't you just love it when someone tries to reason with you when you are getting ready to kill them?" said Yun.

" They always try to bribe you with money or cars." *That what makes you just want to kill them even more." "That what you feel like I should do to all people." "Kill them all." "Every last one of them." "Humans are livestock." "All we do is eat, sleep, fuck, and shit." "That's why I want you two dead." "You are fucking livestock!!!!!"

One fateful encounter with an extraterrestrial being leaves a man named Cross with inhuman powers and abilities. What will Cross do when he finds out international criminal organizations and government agencies want to dissect him and use the powers of the being for their own evil use? Join the adventure!!!!!!!!!!

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"Someone on the Chinese team is going to be disqualified first!"
"Why do I feel like that woman is a burden to the Chinese team? As a Psychic Mage, she totally lost herself to the enemy's Psychic Mage without putting up a fight. I didn't have high hopes in her right from the start."
"A team's Psychic Mage can easily decide the outcome of a match. The Chinese team might lose because of her!"
"Luckily, the other girl was very decisive. If the two of them were knocked out, the Chinese team won't have a chance to turn the tables."
The spectators shook their heads when they saw Jiang Shaoxu being grabbed by the Granite Inferior Dragon like a little worm.
That being said, the supporters on the side of Germany and Europe cheered loudly. In a match like this, taking out a member would secure a great advantage for their team, and it was likely to be the deciding factor in winning the match!
On the side of the Chinese team, the advisors, students, and leaders all had grim faces.
If Feng Li was to say something, the team had collapsed a lot quicker than he thought. If the opposing team failed to find a breakthrough by targeting Jiang Shaoxu, their defensive formation could still hold on for more than ten rounds!
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"Congratulations, you are the first person to be knocked out from this match. You will cry again when the people of your country, your teammates, and your advisors are criticizing you for losing the match. Gorgeous, I'll send you out like a gentleman." The tanned Mage was amused by Jiang Shaoxu's glare.
His Granite Inferior Dragon had already caught the woman. What difference would it make if the woman had woken up or not?
Jiang Shaoxu's gaze sharpened. The tears had stopped pouring out from her eyes. Even though her face was still wet from her tears, and her vision was still blurred, she had a determined look in her eyes!
"You're the one that's going to be condemned and treated disdainfully!" Jiang Shaoxu's cold gaze suddenly burned passionately as she stared right at the opponent in front of her!
"That's hilarious. You can't possibly be thinking of controlling my Granite Inferior Dragon with your mental strength?" the tanned Mage snapped furiously.
"I won't need to control it, I just need to control you!" The strong light emitted by Jiang Shaoxu's eyes sprang right at the tanned Mage.
The tanned Mage was standing on the shoulder of the Granite Inferior Dragon. He did not think that a woman who was like an arrow at the end of its flight would suddenly unleash such strong magic.
"In your dreams!" the Mage reacted fairly quickly, commanding the Granite Inferior Dragon to tighten its grip.
The grip of the Granite Inferior Dragon was extremely strong. Jiang Shaoxu's bones started to crack as an overwhelming force was applied to her.
However, the glow in Jiang Shaoxu's eyes showed no sign of weakening, as if she was unable to feel any pain!
"Crush her!" the Mage yelled at the top of his lungs as he was about to lose his mind to Jiang Shaoxu's magic.
Jiang Shaoxu was unwilling to give up either, with a strong determination that she had never shown before!
The assistant judges were ready to make their moves. Jiang Shaoxu was currently in great danger, as she did not have any protection. If the Granite Inferior Dragon tightened its grip any further, it would crush every bone in Jiang Shaoxu's body.
"That girl, she's out of her mind!" The two assistant judges could not wait any further.
They had to intervene. Otherwise, the whole world would see a young, beautiful woman exploding, and blood splattering everywhere. The tanned Mage had clearly given his Summoned Beast the order to kill the woman amid the great torture he was in!
The assistant judges entered the stage. They would be able to save Jiang Shaoxu within a second, but it also meant that Jiang Shaoxu would be disqualified from the match.
However, the tanned Mage on the shoulder of the Granite Inferior Dragon suddenly cried out in pain and fell to the shoulder feebly.
The Granite Inferior Dragon was trying to kill Jiang Shaoxu just a moment ago, but it suddenly loosened its grip in an instant.
Jiang Shaoxu fell to the ground. The tears on her face were already dry from the blowing wind, but the determination in her eyes was scarily strong!
Jiang Shaoxu did not panic at all, as if everything was completely under her control. She reached out her hand, pointing at the Psychic Mage, Parker.
"Take him out!" Jiang Shaoxu uttered.
The Granite Inferior Dragon immediately turned around, unleashing all its power to attack Parker!
Parker's face paled. He did not expect his opponent would be able to control the tanned Mage, and even worse, she had managed to control the Granite Inferior Dragon, too!
"Splendid, that was absolutely impressive! She managed to control the Summoner, and used him to command the Summoned Beast. That was brilliant!" Feng Li yelled out in excitement.
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The tables had turned suddenly. The Ice Mage of the German team had broken down mentally, making him unfit for battle. Furthermore, the powerful Granite Inferior Dragon had suddenly become the Chinese team's helper, posing a great threat to the Germans!
A great uproar took place in the stadium. The people could feel their hearts racing just watching the sequence. The counterattack from Jiang Shaoxu took everyone by surprise. The way she stood against the enormous Inferior Dragon and the tanned Mage unyieldingly had touched the hearts of the crowd. They immediately felt their blood boiling!
The weak woman that was initially crying in tears had transformed into a firm and unyielding fighter. The crowd could not find any words to describe the excitement they were feeling!
However, it was obvious that the transformation did not just happen instantly.
The weak girl that was tearing up was Jiang Shaoxu eight years ago.
But now, she was no longer lazy or unambitious. She was here just so the man that had passed away would be proud of her.
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"I promised you that I would be standing on this stage, and here I am.
"But you promised me that you were going to come back safely, why didn't you keep your promise?..."
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BANG! The Granite Inferior Dragon fully unleashed its might and attacked the Psychic Mage Parker with rocks and sand.
Parker fled ignominiously. He was not only under the attack of the ferocious Granite Inferior Dragon, but he was also suffering the wrath of Jiang Shaoxu. No one had ever dared touch the deepest secret inside her heart. The man could easily attack her with other illusions, yet he had decided to use the cruelest method.
He initially thought he could crush Jiang Shaoxu's mind, but little did he know, it was both the most fragile and sturdiest place in her mind. Her tears had fallen, yet her heart had grown even stronger!


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

Alexander simply waited for the events directed by him to take place. The spies had forwarded the news of the meeting to their respective employers. The countries became curious but not overly concerned. Then, the O'Connells forwarded a message through the spy channels they knew describing the events that took place with some changes. The Eye of Shangri-La was decribed as a means to open the tomb of dragon emperor allowing anyone who submits to the dragon emperor a chance to master elements and command his immortal army. This information shocked the higher ups and an emergency meeting was called to discuss the matter and also for the extraction of the O'Connells as they knew the most but the O'Connells, Zi Yuan and Lin were already moved to Australia by Alexander.

 Soon, this information was made known to all the allied powers and many eyes locked on China. Plans were being made and preparation for war were also made. The reason was that if the news was truly right then the one who has the control of immortal army, only has to hide in some secure place and he can wage war with anyone and the allure of having supernatural powers was also too great. The information also reached the ears of other countries and they also turned their attention towards China. Nearly every country which was able to send spies to China was preparing to send their best men for the job. Obviously, the Chinese government also came to know about this. Another high level meeting was called to discuss about the means by which they would prevent the foreigners from extending their greedy hands to their heritage. China dispatched 50 more Battalions and ordered construction of an Air Base near the dig site. The advance Battalions were ordered to not to enter the tomb till all the preparations were done. The Chinese declared a region of 50 miles around the dig site as restricted area with orders to shoot at sight. This extreme response of Chinese were on the orders of Alexander, which served as a confirmation to other countries.


Threats and offers were made to the Chinese government for the surrender of the tomb. Alexander ordered Mr. Mao to use death row criminals in order to check if the immortal army really killed the Intruders and if those who submitted really get spared. The Chinese spies on the orders of Alexander made the other governments known that only those who submit to the dragon emperor can claim the inheritance and also the Chinese government's plan to use death row criminals to check the immortal army. 


Alexander while attending the Chinese government's meeting as Mr. Lin had ordered the terracotta army to move back to the tomb. While he was subjugating the various news outlets of the allied powers, he had asked Eve to design the tomb of the dragon emperor and. due to her extensive knowledge in this field, she had done an admirable job. Alexander using his power over earth  and metalelement had changed the entire structure of the tomb. All these preparations had used up nearly 25 percent of the available  King's might but even if the plan fails he would gain thousands of soldiers as his subjects without even trying. The new tomb was an adventurer's nightmare, Eve had installed nearly all kinds of traps she knew to prevent anyone from reaching the interior of the tomb. Alexander had claimed the land on which the tomb was situated and as a King, he had control over who can enter his land.

 Alexander knew that after the terracotta army would leave the tomb, various forces would try to enter the interior of the tomb but after claiming the land he could easy deny them entry.  It made the traps seem to be unnecessary but what if some sort of mystical item had the capability of hiding someone from his senses then all the plan would fall apart. Aexander had also placed the instrument at the end of the traps which the dragon emperor used to master the elements. Alexander had claimed the instrument as a part of kingdom and came to know that the instrument only awakened the element to which a person was attuned to. Since, the dragon emperor had the faint bloodline of a dragon, he was attuned to all the elements. The instrument required magic to work and the magic required to awaken the elements in the dragon emperor was enormous due to his bloodline so only initial awakening was done. By claiming it as a part of his kingdom, only those who had his permission could use the instrument. So, even if someone managed to sneak in and survive the traps then, he would need his permission to use the instrument.


The construction of the base took 3 days. All the dispatched Battalions came one day before the terracotta army would launch their attack. The criminals were forced to enter the room where the terracotta army was present and were subsequently killed on the orders of Alexander, those who submitted were spared. The spared criminals were made to go past the terracotta army to check forward but they were also killed by traps. The army threw bombs towards the terracotta army but the army simply reformed. The information was forwarded to the higher ups and they were shocked that the information written on walls were true. Now, they were worried about the supposed curse and the invasion of the world by the terracotta army. The other countries also came to know about this and prepared themselves to protect their borders. 


Now, even the common people knew that something was happening. On the day, the terracotta army will began it's invasion, Alexander was standing on the top of Mt. Everest waiting for the sunrise. As the sun was rising and giving  the snow a beautiful shine, Alexander was enjoying this serenity of nature. Alexander thought, " This day will be the day when a new world will be revealed to the people of this world. Many will die. The people of this world would experience terror, sorrow and anger due to the events happening on this day and the coming days. This day is also important to me, all the small victories that I have achieved and all the plans that I have made would bear their fruit on this day." 


As the sun shined on Mt. Everest, Alexander smiled and said in low voice, " Let the invasion begin."


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