So basically some guy gets reincarnated with a system.

This was originally from the Novel section.

i don't own any of the characters, and the pictures, skills and names from the respective anime.

Taki.
Eri Kashiwagi.
Following the two names, Xia Yu made good use of the search engine and immediately found the blog and Twitter.
Taki's blog used the CG picture of a game as a wallpaper. And a gourmet blog post was very eye-catching amongst the anime, gaming evaluation and news.
Xia Yu clicked in to check it out, and he was stunned.
Cuisine was not the key. This guy showed a lot of respect to the tea in the shop.
He turned off the page and went to Twitter. He tried to find the user 'Eri Kashiwagi'.
Unlike blogs which were full of words, the Eri Kashiwagi's twitter was almost full of 18-plus pictures that made your heart beat faster.
The previous article of the food tweet was a manuscript of a female fan characters that had not been colored yet.
18-plus female painter?
Take me for a drive!
Xia Yu finally discovered the reason of that familiarity.
The pseudonym Eri Kashiwagi was from 'The Ways to Cultivate Passers-by'. He felt this was probably not a coincidence.
On the basis of speculation, Xia Yu was even more curious about the food tweets of 'Kashiwagi', so he clicked to read carefully.
Tea again!
Tweets from the female painter rarely mentioned the main courses. There was only a brief comment with pictures for main courses. It was as if her words were as expensive as gold.
But for the tea in the shop, the female painter used many words of praise.
High-quality tea that was not available in Togetsu Resort?
Xia Yu looked at it and laughed.
He had drunk this tea since he was young. Because he hadn't tasted the tea outside, it was not easy for Xia Yu to make comments.
However, he agreed with the magic of his own tea.
The quality of tea was quite good. The old man ordered him to buy it back from a specific old shop, and there was not much left.
However, tea and brewing skills were not the key. The key was water quality!
Mu Xiaoyue asked him when brewing tea last night.
Why not use drinking grade water?
In Xia Yu's subconscious mind, the water in the old antique water tank had the quality of a mountain spring, which was the most suitable for making tea!
"Oh, that stone..."
He put the mobile phone into his pocket. Xia Yu rushed downstairs and went into the kitchen. He put his hands into the cold water tank and took out the wet and slippery black egg stone.
In Xia's restaurant, one of the incredible things was this stone!
Xia Yu recently focused on cooking and he almost forgot about this stone. The old man left, but the stone was still there. He could be rest assured to study it.
"System, identify it!"
"Ding. Unknown prop. The analysis sample is under construction. The estimated consumption time is 30 days."
Xia Yu was astonished by the answer of the Chef God System.
30 days for analysis?!
What!
Xia Yu held his breath. "System, you said this egg stone is a kitchen prop?"
"Yes."
"In preliminary analysis, this system speculates that this stone has the effect of purifying water quality, and during the purification process, various trace mineral elements are produced. The final analysis result will take some time to be produced for the host." 
Xia Yu got an answer from the system and he was both excited and uneasy. 
The exciting thing was this item was hard to identify even with the Chef God System! 
The uneasy thing was that such a pebble stone could actually purify water quality, which was not scientific at all. 
Alright. 
Xia Yu thought of his own Chef God System, and he realized that he was the most unscientific existence. Then, he suddenly calmed down. 
"Kitchenware..." Xia Yu pondered. 
The Chinese Little Master Chef also had legendary kitchenware. 
There were all kinds of incredible food hunters for those who were captivated by food. 
This was not an ordinary world. 
He could be sure that this kind of high-quality food hunter did not exist, but for the time being, it was hard to deny the existence of legendary kitchenware. 
He had no clue. Xia Yu put the egg stone back into the water tank and went to the yard. He opened the well lid, took two buckets of well water back to the kitchen, and filled the water tank.
Old-fashioned Japanese houses usually had water wells which were usually covered with lids. If a major earthquake occurred and the water pipe broke, the water well could ensure the sustainability of domestic water. However, in recent years, with the explosion of the population in Tokyo, old-fashioned houses were rare. It was usually either apartments or modern small houses.
Xia Yu nodded secretly whilst looking at the full tank of well water.
Soon, the well water would undergo qualitative changes.
Water was not only the source of life, but also the source of cooking.
If other chefs challenged him in a food war, he already had an advantage at the source.
Xia Yu stood in the kitchen and turned his attention back to a large amount of fame he gained. Xia Yu hesitated. He didn't know how to effectively use the resources.
It would be a waste if they were all used to buy the Chef God Space time.
He remembered that the average price of a blue recipe was 500 points of fame, and the average price of blue permanent kitchenware and blue extended skill books were 1000 points.
"That's right!"
Xia Yu patted his forehead.
Two well-known figures in the ACG circle praised the tea in the store. Did it mean that he could develop this area more?
A good main course was not enough for a good restaurant.
He was not like the old man who didn't want to change. In the new era, he had to keep up with the times. In short, the shop was in his hands, and he could not treat the guests as roughly as he once did.
Service-oriented!
The skills of brewing tea and coffee could be extended. However, the small shop specialized in Chinese cuisine. Even if the coffee was classic, the tea was more classic and considered more suitable for the restaurant atmosphere.
Moreover, Xia Yu also had a certain foundation of tea ceremony when he was punished by the old man. It was reasonable to extend this area.
Summoning the mall, his eyes were flooded with a variety of props. Xia Yu swallowed and said, "System, please screen out the tea skill extension skill books that can be purchased!"
Di.
Only three quaint books remained after the screening of the props of the Chef God Mall.
The first was blue. Intermediate tea ceremony. A thousand points of fame. 
The second was purple. High-end tea ceremony. Ten thousand points. 
The third was a golden book. God-level tea ceremony. One hundred thousand points. 
"It's expensive!" Xia Yu's face twitched and his heart shook. 
The intermediate tea ceremony skill book was a thousand points, and was acceptable, but later, high-level and god-level tea ceremony had scary prices. 
"Host has already accumulated through life to activate the 'primary tea ceremony', and now only needs to directly purchase the intermediate tea ceremony to learn." 
The Chef God System said, "The system recommends the host to expand the tea ceremony. It is estimated that the return rate of guests will increase by more than 50%."
"Good! Buy, buy, buy!" Xia Yu gritted his teeth and made up his mind. 
In the catering industry, who did not want to keep guests?
After all, the advertising only lasted for a while. If you couldn't keep the guests, when the heat was over, although the restaurant would not go back to the previous deserted state, the development would be limited.
Either do your best or don't do it at all. 
Xia Yu's expectation of the restaurant was not only to make it famous in the 11th district, but to also attract foodies from all over the world in the future and gain worldwide praise. 
This was the dream of a store manager and professional chef! 
System: "Successfully purchased!"
System: "1000 fame points deducted." 
A simple blue skill book appeared in the inventory. Xia Yu touched it, clicked to use it, and suddenly felt a large stream of information stuffed into his brain.
Xia Yu closed his eyes.
After ten minutes, Xia Yu opened his eyes again and immediately filled a water kettle with water and placed it on the gas stove. 
Soon, the kitchen was full of a tea aroma. An Ya and Mu Xiaoyue were cleaning outside, and they chased the smell. They stood at the door of the kitchen and looked with surprise at the teenager who was making tea seriously in front of the kitchen counter. 
His silhouette showed the two a strange charm, just like a famous artist who focused on tea art. He was classical and elegant.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

Fang Chixia was a bit speechless at him bearing the resemblance of an emperor waiting to be served. But still, she went towards the kitchen.

After preparing and consuming the two simple breakfasts, Luo Yibei drove to Rongxi.

For some reason, he took the initiative to give her voluntary offer for a ride.

Fang Chixia was going to Rongxi too. but how could she go with him? so she refused him.

Luo Yibei left after her answer with some suspicion.

After Fang Chixia sent him away. She still didn't feel relieved until his car shadow disappeared completely. Only then did she turn to a nearby bus stop.

In the evening, after a long day's work in Rongxi, she still didn't go home immediately. But as before, she settled in a restaurant near their home to have dinner before returning home.

Who knew that Luo Yibei's figure would suddenly appear through the clean glass window in front of her before she could order with the menu in hand.

Shocked at his sudden appearance, Fang Chixia's complexion changed as she stared at him out of the window.

She picked up the menu in an attempt to block her face, however, with no action yet, whether it was coincidence or not, the man's vision swung in her direction in a flash.

Since she was already seen, Fang Chixia also did not hide. She smiled guiltily and looked down at the menu.

Luo Yibei slowly walked in from the outside and fixed his eyes on her all the way. His eyes were sharp parallel to somebody who was studying something.

Moving his eyes on her up and down several times, he took the seat opposite hers. "What a coincidence?"

"Yes, yes. Ah, it's a coincidence." Fang Chixia's heart was on seven up, eight down, but her face remained unmoved.

(*"七上八下" – a Chinese expression that literally means Seven up, eight down to describe the feeling of being agitated.)

"Were you just passing by the neighborhood?" Luo Yibei raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"I was looking for a part-time job nearby, and just came in on the way." Fang Chixia explained.

"Is that right?" Luo Yibei tapped his phone's screen with his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Chixia was afraid that he would continue cross-examining her so she hurriedly diverted the topic, "Are you here for dinner too? What would you like toat? I'll treat you!"

"Your treat?" He drawled these words longer, his eyes lifted brimming with disbelief.

Fang Chixia didn't understand why he showed such a look. In her mind, she thought that it was a meal would only be a few tens of yuan, what does it matter?

"What do you want to eat? Would you order yourself or should I help you?" She handed him the menu and even opened it up for him thoughtfully.

The menu there was not priced, all were only in pictures with their names. Fang Chixia didn't know how much was charged for each specific dish.

Luo Yibei's gaze landed on the menu. Others order according to the dishes, but for him it was by page. He directly pointed, "One of this page, this page and this page!"

Fang Chixia looked at all the meat and felt her side hurting. He really wasn't polite enough!

Would the money she'll spend for her treat be considered money?

"Can you finish eating all of that? If you waste food, you'll be damned!" Fang Chixia warned seriously.

"Since Miss Fang is treating, shouldn't I be sincere?" Luo Yibei tossed the menu aside without any thought that his behavior was wrong.

Fang Chixia was rendered speechless so she shut her mouth and didn't speak again.

Forget it. Let him waste it!

She thought to herself that she usually only spends a few dozen of dollars for a meal. With the amount he ordered, it now would be a few hundred dollars. It was still within her budget only that it would be four or five times her usual rate.

He is the legendary powerhouse, the king of the business empire. She is just an ordinary female student. they are world apart from each other but she some how requested him to marry her and he accepted it and their story begins....... 



it's short and cute love story and I am only using the idea of original author, but how is it going to be it's totally upto me........

首席老公霸道宠：宝贝，继续 it's original book

After fighting back on BBS for a bit, Zhang Zian went back to the main page. 
Smart people always leave before the next war starts. 
A post in the Pet Section attracted his  attention immediately. The title was Wanted – An Egyptian Cat. The author was Silent Hunter. 
He clicked on the post. 
Content: An Egyptian cat wanted. Price is not a problem. Note: Don’t fool me with a mixed breed. 
There were some responses. 
"Oh no! Isn’t this Super Moderator’s post? First floor on Super Moderator’s post? This feels GREAT!" Abandoned User said. 
"Come on! Mr. Super Moderator! Do you know if there are any purebred Egyptian cats in China? There are barely any purebred Egyptian cats left in the world, let alone China. Nowadays, Egyptian cats are more or less mixed."
"In response to the previous floor, I bet there are some purebred Egyptian cats in China. China has everything…However, they might be hiding in some tycoon’s home where they do not have access to the opposite sex. Otherwise, people would breed a lot of them."
[Silent Hunter]: Response to all: Yes, there is a purebred Egyptian cat in our city. I have seen purebred Egyptian cats on wall monotypes when I was in Egypt. I wouldn’t make a mistake."
"If you have seen it in our city, why didn’t you buy it from the owner?"
[Silent Hunter]: That owner is crazy. He didn’t want to sell that cat.
 "Super Moderator, you have me interested. Did you ask the owner where he got that cat?"
"In response to the previous floor: Stop day-dreaming. The owner would not tell you unless he is stupid."
…
[The Hottie Manager]: "You are a retard. No, your brain had to be burned under the sun on this hot summer day."
"This is such a weird ID. Is he that motherf*cking manager from Snowy’s live show?"
"Yeah! Hey! Are you a fan of Snowy’s?"
"Haha…This feels like Snowy’s fan club."
"The golden cat in that motherf*cking manager’s store is a purebred Egyptian cat! I have seen it on the live show but I didn’t realize…"
"I see… Mr. Pretend-To-Know-It-All has a pet store. Maybe he knows where to get a purebred Egyptian cat…"
"No! I have seen some pictures from the live show. That cat looks like a purebred, but it is not exactly the same. I bet it was a mixed breed."
"There might be another possibility…however, this is only my estimate. Please don’t quote me on this. I think that was not a modern Egyptian ca,t but an ancient cat, a real, purebred Egyptian cat."
…
 "Haha… you must be day-dreaming. An ancient Egyptian cat? Where did he find it? That is impossible!"
…
What the f*ck! These people keep looking down on me! As Zhang Zian was about to fight back, a notification on his BBS app popped up showing that he got a message. 
He opened the messages and saw that it was from Silent Hunter. 
[Silent Hunter]: "Four hundred thousand Yuan plus one year of sticky ads in the BBS. I suggest you think it over.
[The Hottie Manager]: What the f*ck?! You registered the account name?! What a shameless person!
[Silent Hunter]: You are in no position to blame.
[The Hottie Manager]: I will accept the ID. Only I deserve that ID. My cat is not for sale.
[Silent Hunter]: Hehe, Stars Pet Chain Supermarket has already started fighting back. This is my last offer to you.
[The Hottie Manager]: Well again, if Stars Pet Chain Supermarket fights against me, they will be on their way to closing. I don’t even think they are a serious opponent.
[Silent Hunter]: You are too naïve. If Stars Pet Chain Supermarket wants to get you out, they will use other approaches that you are not prepared for. That’s all I want to say.
Zhang Zian checked the time and left the BBS app. 
It looked like Stars Pet Chain Supermarket was taking the competition seriously. 
It was clear that he didn’t have the capital to fight them in price. It was also unnecessary. 
The price war is a strategy that hurts both sides. People usually are not willing to go down that route if they have a choice. If Stars Pet Chain Supermarket chooses to take the price war approach, it will further show their fear. Getting into a price war would leave Zhang Zian in great trouble. One day he would be defeated by Stars Pet Chain Supermarket because of their ample operation capital.  
His strategy was to stay put and let them go down the price war route.  
He was curious as to why they would chose the price war approach. Maybe they have a reason? 
At noon, he was in charge of cooking. Wang Qian and Li Kun took care of the cat litter, adding water, cat food and dog food, and cleaned the dogs’ wastes. He was correct. They both had pets at home, so they learned very quickly. 
He sent them home after lunch. He started the game while there were no customers in the store. 
[Navigation Elf]: Welcome home! A hard-working explorer!
[Navigation Elf]: Get some rest and relax. Wash off the dust from yesterday and imagine the life for tomorrow. Look forward to more adventures!
[Navigation Elf]: You got two free pet bars. Allocate now?
Zhang Zian said, "No, can I wait?"
[Navigation Elf]: Of course. Whenever you need one, you can activate and allocate. 
Zhang Zian released Xinghai and Fina, and then clicked on the benevolent and righteous cat in the pet bar. 
[Game Tip]: Pet property
[Known As]: The benevolent and righteous cat
[Rarity]: Premier
[Characteristics]: Powerful yet modest
[History]: Locked
[Real Name]: Locked
The information was limited, so he could not find out about her history. He could only unlock her real name through increasing her friendliness, just like how he unlocked Xinghai and Fina’s real names. 
He aimed at an empty spot and clicked "release."
When he moved away his cell phone, the benevolent and righteous cat was already sitting there.  
She was still wearing her little vest, turning her bamboo hat peacefully and observing the surroundings. 
She was shocked when she saw Fina. Fina still had that arrogant face and was looking at the new cat proudly. 
"Nice to meet you!" The benevolent and righteous cat slightly bent her body down and bowed. "I never thought that I could meet you in person, my Majesty."
Not only was Zhang Zian surprised, but Fina was too, who opened her eyes wide. Apparently, the benevolent and righteous cat was a real cat, not like Xinghai who was only an imaginary elfin. All real cats would kneel down to Fina to show obedience. 
Zhang Zian thought, Maybe it was a race thing? The Chinese Dragon-Li was brought in from the west thousands of years ago. Due to the inconvenience in transportation, they then mixed with Asian wild cats and started an individual breed. Hence, the Chinese cat seldom has Egyptian cat blood in them.
Fina’s eyes were shining and her whole body was tense. She stared at the benevolent and righteous cat as if she was her pray. 
The environment became extremely tense all of a sudden. 


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Hotel fantasy, best hotel of city z. It is specialised in preparing spontaneous delicacy of the nation and splendid cuisines of western Europe and Asia. The chefs in there are world class cutlery experts. Very skilled and professional.

Inside the reserved room, on the fifth floor, set two people reading the menu. Kim was speechless after glancing over the prices of foods and drinks.

She glanced at the man sitting in front of her, seems to be unaffected by drill that will occur in his wallet.

"I don't have any preferences so please order something for me yourself." Kim spoke gently to him. After all, this was a date. 
Kim didn't like to live on other's money, she had her own money which she usually spent on things that attracts her and food was number one of them, but it  imprudent to use his money like water since this was their first.

If it was some other man, kim would proudly use it till her satisfaction but it was his, her Mr. dreamy's money, and would never want to use shamelessly...
"Fine! What do you prefer, western or chinese food? Maya thought for a moment before replying. " chinese... because I'm not good with western dishes!" she smiled revealing her Colgate white teeth beneath her sweet pink lips.

Lu Bohai stared at her in daze. She really looked enchanting in her black  dress with sleeves up to her elbow and a messy hair bun and curled fringes in front of her ears. She wore a black smart watch on her left wrist, and flat shoes.

He wasn't sure but he really didn't want to take his eyes off her. As he was staring at her, Kim also stared back at him but... They were now devoured in each other's eye's.

 It was like their soul was United and communicating with eyes. As they say... eyes are the mirrors of our soul.

Without any words, the defeaning silence was all between them until...

*Cough*** The waitress stood with a notebook beside them.

The man straightened up and ordered a few chinese dishes of his choice and once he was done ordering, he turned to her and she nodded her head. 

Woww, first meet up and talking in signal language.... good start Kim... good start!
Kim cheered for herself inwardly as she blushed unaware that the man had suddenly taken his phone out and took her picture where she was darm red!

Afterwards.... He dropped her at home and said that he'll like to go out with her another time, to which Kim excitedly acquiesced to.

She laid on her bed after shower.... unable to focus on her work. Everywhere she looked was him and only him! 

Her room was filled with his posters...
"Please look, the way in which, I love you...
Everywhere is filled with your picture.
Hmmm mmm mmm hmmm
Aaah haa haa ....

Please look, the way in which, I love you...
Everywhere is filled with your photo....
...
Is it at test, confession it may be....
Is it at test, confession it may be...
I acknowledge you as my faith ...
I acknowledge you as my faith....
laa laa laaa laaa
Hmm Mmm mmm...

I thought that, until you return, I'll continue talking, with pictures of your..  
.. I'll smile a little... I'll cry a little... I'llcontinue to meet with your pictures...
It's hard to live without seeing you,
Everywhere is filled with your pictures."

She sang as she touched the walls on her room filled with this picture and posters. She would kiss his cheeks and lips and rub her nose against his.
....

Hi friends I'll continue to update but may miss a day and then update.... sorry but please comment if you like this book or not....
Love you! And hope to heard backfrom all of you.

La la la land

" I can't believe that I'm getting married....married with the man I love."
Song Kim was feeling like she was in some kind of dream world where dreams come true. 

She fell in love at first sight and was way too glad of her fortunes that faith had send him as her fiance. 
But wait....

Why is his Ex- girlfriend loitering around him and always putting her fragile state of being in front of him.

"Fine. He want a pretty and pitiful woman for himself, huh! But I'm no pitiful  woman. I have martial arts black belt, a certificate in pastry, and many world renowned awards for my dress design. what the hell do they think of me."

Song Kim was one of the top woman's of China but in front of everybody, she was a spoiled little brat of a rich family.

".... Mia ... I went to his place and told his parents that I don't love him and love somebody else and he doesn't love me but his ex so it's better to cancel the engagement."

Mia"........"

Book my flight to Paris. In this award show, if I win, I will take off my mask and show my face on stage to the world. Let's see what will all of their reactions be who think I'm a nobody if I don't marry that man...."

Hope you enjoy this story. And comment your thoughts and forgive my mistakes. Girls who think they should or should not change for boys!! This is for you? Thank you.
❤

Gun-Ho and Jae-Sik Moon left for Shanghai, China in order to attend Min-Hyeok's wedding.
Gun-Ho who was still worried about not having many friends at Min-Hyeok's wedding made a phone call to Professor Jien Wang and Director Seukang Li. The wedding was held at a restaurant called JangGang in Shanghai. Gun-Ho at first thought, when he heard the name of the restaurant, that it was a restaurant serving some Chinese noodles; however, it turned out that the restaurant was located in Changjiang Hotel and the wedding would be held at the hotel.
The wedding ceremony overall was similar to the one in Korea, except that they used red color extensively in decorating the wedding hall. Jae-Sik was carrying his camera with him all the time during his stay in Shanghai, and he brought it with him to the wedding as well, and he was busy taking pictures with it.
"Hey, you seem to be so busy there in taking pictures, huh?"
"Yeah, I just want to keep all these in record."
"Enjoy the view and the moment. You might miss things by keeping yourself busy in taking pictures."
"Don't ask me later to show you these pictures to remember the moment here."
 
The wedding was performed in a Western-style. Just like a wedding in Korea, the tables were covered with tablecloths; liquor and beverage were placed on them, along with a lucky bag with some chocolate in it.
Gun-Ho and Jae-Sik sat at a table where its table nameplate said Xin Lang Pengyou. Jae-Sik took a picture of that table nameplate as well because it looked exotic with Chinese characters on it.
"It seems that Chinese people call a friend Pengyou."
After a while, Jien Wang and Seukang Li arrived. When they saw Gun-Ho, they seemed to be very happy.
"Hey, Gun-Ho Goo!"
"Thank you for coming, friend."
"Why are you saying that? Of course, we should come to congratulate Min-Hyeok."
"Oh, Jae-Sik, these are my Chinese friends."
"This is Jien Wang; he is a college professor in the business department at Zhejiang University. And this is Seukang Li; he is a director of a bureau in Shanghai City."
The three men exchanged their business cards to each other. Jae-Sik Moon stared at Jien Wang's and Seukang Li's business cards for a while.
"Are you going to take a picture of those business cards too?"
Jae-Sik scratched his head in embarrassment.
After looking at Jae-Sik's business card, Seu-Kang Li asked Gun-Ho,
"What's his position?"
"He is a chief editor in a publishing company."
"Oh, I see."
Jae-Sik felt envious of Gun-Ho who was speaking Chinese fluently while talking with Jien Wang and Seukang Li.
"I knew Gun-Ho made a fortune and became a rich man, but I didn't know he could speak Chinese fluently."
Jae-Sik Moon was amazed by Gun-Ho's ability in communicating freely with Chinese people in their native tongue, which he newly found.
 
Right before the wedding started, the president and the vice president of Jinxi Construction Company arrived. They came all the way to the wedding venue to congratulate Min-Hyeok.
"Hey, Chinkkeo Seon! You, Kkangsin Kkao came too!"
"Gun-Ho Goo, good to see you again."
"Thank you so much for coming."
"Of course we should come. We are Pengyou (friend), right?"
 
Once the wedding ceremony began, all sorts of dishes started coming out as well. The duration of the ceremony was a lot longer than the Korean one. The guests started drinking the strong Chinese alcohol—Baijiu with oily Chinese food. A lot of them smoked too, and it made the room filled with smoke.
It was time for picture-taking with friends. Five people attended the wedding as Min-Hyeok's friends, and that was enough number of friends to make Min-Hyeok feel supported and cared.
Jien Wang whispered into Gun-Ho's ear in a low voice,
"The bride looks exotic."
"She is Korean-Chinese. And she studied in the U.S. Now she is teaching at the international school in Shanghai."
"Oh, I see."
Gun-Ho looked at the bride. She was tall and she was a beauty.
 
Once Gun-Ho returned to Korea after attending Min-Hyeok's wedding in China, he called for a meeting.
"Since we acquired Mulpasaneop, our sales revenue has steadily increased because of your hard work. The capital of this company is 3 billion won, but I spent an additional 5 billion won in order to pay off urgent debts and to build a new factory."
The directors and managers made notes while Gun-Ho was talking.
"We don't have urgent debts anymore and we don't have a creditor who is pressing us hard to repay them. We don't have unpaid wages any longer. So, our company is doing okay now. However, we have to keep in mind that we still have debt which is about the same amount as our sales revenue. Since we have to make a payment to the bank for the loan interest, we can't raise your or other employees' salaries yet. Our internal auditor here should know better since he is the one who has been handling all financial matters."
The internal auditor was listening to Gun-Ho, and the other executives kept taking notes. Gun-Ho was in his mid-30s and he used to work as a factory worker while the managers and directors in the meeting had a high academic degree and work experience, and most of them were in their 50s. Gun-Ho continued to talk,
"Mr. Internal Auditor, how much debt do we currently have in total?"
"As of today, we have about 70 billion won debt including accounts payable, short-term and long-term debt."
"Let me then ask you, Director Dong-Chan Kim, who is in charge of sales. Is it possible that we can pay all these debt off by selling our products?"
"It will be really difficult to do so for now."
"Listen up. I am planning to go public in the near future. We keep increasing our sales revenue and reducing our debt, and then we register our company with KOSDAQ. There are certain things required in order to be registered with KOSDAQ. And a certain percentage of the company's shares must be owned by a certain number of people. So, once we go public, our employees will have an opportunity to own the company's shares. Once they own a piece of our company, it will grow their sense of ownership toward the company and hopefully, that would lead to high productivity."
The executives kept writing quickly on their notes as Gun-Ho continued to talk.
"My goal is growing this company as a KOSDAQ registered firm."
The internal auditor chipped in.
"That sounds great, sir. I do believe this company needs to go public. We can bring in more funds and it will improve our employees' work environment. Once we become a public company, we don't have to borrow money from a bank, but we can issue stocks instead to raise funds."
Gun-Ho continued,
"So I want to strengthen our sales, and also bring in a person who has extensive work experience in the field."
Once Gun-Ho announced that he wanted to bring a new person in, the manager and directors stopped taking notes at once and looked at Gun-Ho.
 
"Starting the first day of the next month, we will be working with Mr. Jang-Hwan Song who used to work for S Group as a vice president. Since he has extensive work experience with a large company, I am thinking of giving him a position of a co-president."
The executives looked at each other in surprise.

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 exciting task of physical examinations continued for a day.
At dusk, the sanatorium specially arranged for a beach barbecue to raise the doctors' morale.
The sea, beach, and soothing breeze were readily available. The organizing party just had to wash and cut up the ingredients before bringing them over to the barbecue. The staff of the sanatorium really wished that the senior citizens could eat all this, but they could not, so the doctors would have to do.
The doctors were thrilled.
For white-collar workers who had worked in the city for a long time; enjoying the sea breeze, drinking beer, having barbecued food, and chatting on the beach during peaceful dusk could be said to be both a great joy and reward. At least, it was worth uploading nine consecutively captured photographs of this escapade to their friends' circle.
In fact, the first thing many of them did when they got to the beach was to take pictures and do just that. They did this to wash away their annoyance of having to constantly post about working overtime, complaints towards the hospital's system, and their insults towards patients.
The young resident doctors, most of the attending physicians, and nurses ran around and yelled. They never stopped taking pictures with their mobile phones either.
In contrast, the associate chief physicians and chief physicians were much more reserved.
If an associate chief physician of Yun Hua Hospital were to be a doctoral graduate, there was still a probability that he was under forty years old. Basically, all of the associate chief physicians were over forty-five years old. Even if a doctoral graduate were to become an associate chief physician in his thirties, he would turn forty after holding that position for a few years.
Doctors over the age of forty were naturally too shy to hold up their mobile phones and walk around, taking pictures like the young. Even those who really wanted to take photographs did not want to do it in front of the young people.
This was why the crowd on the beach was soon clearly divided into two groups. One group had their phones flashing at dusk, while the other group hid in the darkness, watching them with sparkling eyes.
Ling Ran took a few chicken wings and a few slices of beef. He stood beside the grill to barbecue them. He neither took any pictures nor chatted with anyone.
"Do you want me to take a few pictures of you for you to upload to your friend circle?" When Doctor Zhou walked past Ling Ran, he saw the skewer in Ling Ran's hand and wanted to provide labor in exchange for food.
Ling Ran shook his head, "I already have a lot of pictures."
"I have never heard anyone complaining about having a lot of pictures."
Doctor Zhou laughed out loud and continued, "I'm pretty skilled in taking pictures. You'd get at least a hundred likes if you were to upload a photograph your circle."
Baffled, Ling Ran raised his head to look at Doctor Zhou.
A few seconds later, Doctor Zhou himself came to a realization and chuckled.
"What am I saying? You would probably get up to a hundred likes, even if you just upload a picture of your toenail.
Ling Ran flipped the chicken wing around and was deep in thought.
"Nevermind, forget that I said anything. I don't want to know about how your friend circle is like, either."
Doctor Zhou quickly gained his senses. As he smelled the aroma of the nearly cooked pork belly slices, he quickly left.
After Ling Ran sprinkled a little bit of cumin on the pork belly slices, the aroma became even thicker.
"Chief Physician Li, I'll take a picture for you?" Doctor Zhou went to the group of people who were hiding in the darkness with sparkling eyes.
Chief Physician Li said in embarrassment with a smile, "I'm already so old, there's no need to take pictures…"
"Look at you. Does age have anything to do with taking pictures? Come on, come forward a little, I'll take a half-body shot for you… Even though I'm not as good as you guys when it comes to medical skills, I'm widely known for my photography skills. Come on, say cheese…" Doctor Zhou was a good talker. With a few clicks, he took a bunch of photographs.
After that, he asked Chief Physician Li to carry out all sorts of poses.
Chief Physician Li got used to it after a while, and was switching poses by himself soon after without much prompting.
After satisfying a chief physician, Doctor Zhou immediately went to another associate chief physician to provide them his services. He did not mind climbing up and down, hunkering, going forward and backwards, and tiring himself out to the satisfaction of the doctors.
Led by Doctor Zhou, the group of old chief physicians and associate chief physicians started fervently taking photographs. For a short period of time, all the people took off their scarves and hats, creating a picturesque sight. Everyone praised Doctor Zhou for being 'thoughtful' and 'impressive.' A few chief physicians who did not know Doctor Zhou very well also added him on WeChat to make it easier for him to send the photographs to their phone.
Ling Ran stayed at the corner from the beginning to the end and quietly barbecued the meat.
The ingredients provided by the sanatorium were quite good. Even though they did not offer western ingredients such as steak, the taste of rib fingers, beef, lamb chop, and pork chop were not inferior to steak at all.
This was especially true for the rib fingers, which had both lean meat and fat on them. If you were to lock the juice of the rib fingers with strong fire before roasting them slowly with weak fire, they would still be pretty tender, even if roasted sufficiently. This suited the appetite of the Chinese very much.
Thoroughly cleaned pig's intestines were even more delicious. You just need to suppress the guilt of causing wastage and allow the oil to drip out freely from the bowels. Upon being cooked, they would be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. You would be able to finish one large plate of it only after adding a little bit of salt.
And pork belly slices were always the most classic ingredient in Chinese cooking.
Before Korean dramas fell in trend, the Ling family had always stir-fried their vegetables with pork belly slices. If you fried the pork belly slices to extract the oil in them first, then use them to fry vegetables, they would be particularly fragrant. Mildly baked pork belly slices eaten with vegetables fried with lard were always very delicious.
And after Korean dramas came into trend, the price of pork belly slices increased by the year, and the Ling family stir-fried their vegetables with pork shoulders instead. However, pork shoulders were rising in popularity, as influencers often posted lunch boxes with pork chop inside on social media. The era of cheap pork shoulders would be over soon...
"Doctor Ling, you work on the meat with such seriousness."
A girl who was holding two glasses of beer put her left foot forward and revealed the relatively small right side profile. She then passed a glass of beer to Ling Ran.
"Thank you."
Ling Ran took the glass of beer. He flipped a piece of meat and asked, "Do you have a plate?"
"There's one here." The young girl quickly took an empty plate.
Ling Ran put a piece of rib finger and a slice of pork belly on the empty plate. He then gave her a corn on the cob using a pair of forceps.
"Thank you, Doctor Ling." The young girl was pleasantly surprised.
"You're welcome."
"Wow, it's delicious," the young girl said happily, "Doctor Ling, you are very good at barbecuing meat."
"Hm, this happens after you operate the endotherm knife for a long time."
Ling Ran's reply was very honest.
The young girl was dumbstruck for a moment before suddenly realizing that Ling Ran was referring to how there would be a smell of barbecued meat when doctors scorched the patients with an endotherm knife in the operating theater. As both initiated the Maillard reaction, there would naturally be the same aromatic scent.
The young girl could not help but hold up the pork belly slice to scrutinize it before taking a small bite. She said with a smile, "No wonder. So, doctors have an accurate grasp of the temperature when barbecuing meat?"
"If what you said is true, orthopaedists would be good in cooking bones."
Another girl came forward and refuted indignantly.
Bone allograft reconstruction was one of the main tactics used in the Orthopaedics Department for the treatment of bone cancer. There were various methods to go about bone allograft reconstruction, such as liquid nitrogen, radiation, or ethanol. But the most commonly used methods were still the boiling of the bones and the soaking of bones inside hot water. To put it simply, it was to put an induction cooker in the operating theater, boiling water, placing the bones with cancer tumors on them in the boiling water, and cooking them until all the cancer cells were dead before returning the bones to the patients' bodies.
During this process, there would be a smell of bone broth that caused others to be puzzled by the aroma, and that aroma would not only fill the operating theater, but throughout the Orthopaedics Department's corridor.
"Chief Physician Lan from the Orthopaedics Department likes to eat hot pot with the resident doctors, the type with bone broth."
The second girl sighed when she recalled the past. She took a rib finger and started chewing it with force.
After the two girls took meat from Ling Ran, other people immediately followed.
Ling Ran held a pair of forceps in each hand. He barbecued and flipped the ingredients with one hand and took food for others with his other hand. It was an entirely new level of multi-tasking.
He was a young man who was good at learning from analogies and applying his knowledge in other places; he could naturally employ his experience with the endotherm knife in other fields.
Besides, Tao Ping went to great lengths to cultivate all sorts of hobbies in her son. Ever since young, the entire family traveled by bicycle for barbecues out in the open. Social media did not exist at that time, and she took photographs using film cameras. After the photographs were developed, she would bring them out for the neighbors to see.
The sizzling rib fingers had to be flipped once every twelve seconds.
Even though the pork belly slices had to be barbecued until they were golden, they must not be burned.
It was even more important for the pig's intestines to be golden. However, they must not turn black.
When it came to barbecuing meat, Ling Ran was at least at the Specialist Level even without the help of the system.
The girls who were busy capturing nine continuous shots were now busy editing their photographs. Those who were taking food from Ling Ran also brought him food while they were at it. The exchange of food went both ways, and the beach immediately became even livelier.
Now that the doctors were in a good mood, all the strange things they encountered during the day became stories.
"Today, I met a patient who kept insisting that the dark spot on his skin was a skin tumor. Even though the hospital had already given him three biopsy reports, he still thinks that everyone is lying to him."
"What's so weird about that? I even encountered one who did not want to take his blood pressure pills in time despite a headache. He even kept the pills the nurses placed in his mouth and wanted to spit them out."
"Sigh, I saw something epic today. I encountered an old man with especially beautiful tendons. They were magnificent, just like those on standard anatomy diagrams…"
"Now that you're talking about it, there is an old lady with a very typical condition of bone hyperplasia. If used as teaching material, the effect would definitely be exemplary."
"I met a few patients with bone hyperplasia today. This disease isn't interesting. Even rheumatoid arthritis is more interesting."
Ling Ran distributed food for the others and received food from them while listening to the doctors' conversations. He was pretty relaxed.
It was getting late, but the clouds were still visible.
The evening sun reflected off the surface of the sea, emitting a gentle light.
But the sound of the waves beating against the shore was a little noisy.
*Ding!*
*Ding!*
*Ding, ding, ding!*
A succession of notifications from the system rang beside Ling Ran's ears.
[Achievement: Praise x 12]
[Achievement Description: A colleague's praise is the biggest reward to a doctor x 12]
[Reward: Basic Treasure Chest x 12]
Ling Ran raised his head to look at the sky. 'It's already so late. Don't tell me that my colleagues are stealing my patients?'


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

Cray was sitting at the restaurant that night, while people watching him. Being stood up by his wife was new to him but he doing it was normal. He called and called her cell but she didn't answer. 

What she doing? He asked to himself. Glancing at his phone, but then sighing. It was a couple 's only day where the husbands treat their wives to dinner, if they didn't have a wife or a date, they had to leave. More people were coming in, and the one's that didn't have a date was taking up space for the one's that did. 

Cray sighs in frustration. It was at the hotel where Malia was but he didn't know that. The same hotel that he saw his wife fucking in. It was an embarrassment to him. One of his colleagues saw him their by himself and sat with him as if that was his date. 

What do we have here, a CEO by himself? Where is your wife? Asked the man. Greg fuck off! Greg waves his hands in the air mildly. 

My bad but seriously where is your wife? Is she finally standing you up? What a woman! You would always joke about her being stupid enough to come to dinner when you wouldn't show and when she did. You would just laugh at her. So, what is all this pouting about? Order your shit and eat by your damn self. Greg said scraping the plate loudly. 

People murmured amongst themselves. Your causing a scene. Said Cray. 

"So, you ain't going to order no food?". Asked Greg with a snort-laugh that he withheld from his nose, while snot came out. 

Your so embarrassing. Said Cray underneath his breathe. 
No, what is embarrassing is that your ass all over social media, drugged up and tied up. Maybe Malia was trying to get you to pay for the humiliation that you caused her, through the time of your marriage, or you are just placing yourself in predicaments that you can't get yourself out of. 

Cray snatched the phone from Greg, chewing some of his gum that he kept in his mouth for a while. He threw the phone down on to the table, where the dishes clashes together. 

Don't get mad at the phone, dumbass. Get mad at the fact that you places yourself into this. Greg said. 

Why doesn't this stuff ever happened to Malia? She is the one that wanted to get married, she was the one that a child, she was the one that wanted a life with me. I didn't ask her to settle , I didn't ask her for anything. She wanted this life. 

And you didn't? asked Greg. 
Hell, if honest. I only wanted one thing from her. Sex, Damn it. Said Cray

But yet, you brought a ring to get sex from her? Why didn't you just stand firmly as a man and say no, and just get sex somewhere else? It's easy, if your not ready to settle down, don't do so cause it will be your responsibility just as well as hers. What would you say? That she forced you to get married. Asked Greg

Anyway, Greg! Who posted that video? Asked Cray. Changing the subject so he wouldn't feel guilty about his regrets. 

I don't know... Some Chinese women... I am not sure. Even though Greg was involved with posting his best friend's pictures, he wasn't going to throw himself under the bus. He was going to keep secrets. 

Anyway, you need to talk to your wife. This could ruin our reputation as Famous Judges. Said Greg. 
I can't talk to that woman, I saw her fucking some strangers that she hardly knows. I can't believe her. Cray said. 

Fucking what? She was fucking some strangers? Whaaaat? Said Greg. Looking around. Did you join them? Cray leaned backed giving a disgusting look. No, white boy! Cray said with a laugh. 

Oh, so dats what we doing? We calling each other names now? Especially the race card, now? Asked Greg. 

Cray shrugged his shoulders, cocking his eyebrows. Laughing out of frustration. Snorting his nose as he laughed. I need some coke! Cray said out loud. Greg looked at him. 

Are we going to snort up, here, now? They both got their bags of coke and placed it on the table. Snorting it up on their plates. Everybody watched them, leaving their tables cause of the scene that they saw. The people were disgusted but yet some felt inspired to be proud of being a sex and drug addict without shame. And that is what Greg and Cray brought to other people that followed their leads. 

Malia was in a room with a stranger, having sex in a shower while her husband waited downstairs, snorting coke, being stressed about the exposure that he had seen on social media. Her thoughts was on herself and nothing was going to change that, even though she felt part of her stomach turn in a knot of pain, she kept on with the pleasure. The man got on his knees and started to kiss where she felt pain without her asking. She felt beautifully taken by a man she hardly knew. 

Cray snorted the whole bag while Greg was having a hard time doing the same. Are you even snorting? Asked Cray. Greg's wife came in, seeing him snorting in public. She marched up to him, hitting him, while he proceeded to snort. 

Cray leaned back in his chair, smiling and laughing as he made himself known to his lifestyle.

A woman name Malia Williams the wife of Cray Lenettie of 20 years discovers that their marriage has been shattered by her husbands dark traits and lifestyle. After 20 years of marriage Malia starts to turn into a a bull of a snake as she starts to discovering the truth of her only one love. When Cray gets himself into a bigamy marriage, the woman that he married becomes twice fateful then the first and takes the place of a murderer when the first one couldn't. A story of Love, betrayal, money, sex, fame and murder. Malia wants it all, but will she lose her life fighting for it all? Or will she conquer? Nothing is like a woman’s scorned.

Su Man majored in Design; not Costume Design, but Home Design. She spent most of her time at home, and as long as she didn't buy luxury goods, she could totally live on her own money. 
Her family would often send money to her account, for some reason or no reason. She was a completely rich lady. 
Ming Shu thought the Host was not a professional web celebrity at all. 
Ming Shu continued browsing news on her microblog. Heated discussions about her had been suppressed and replaced by a video where a cat was abused.
She opened the video. It was very scary and bloody, with the small cat's miserable screams sounding out along with the abuser's violent actions. 
Ming Shu felt uncomfortable and turned down the video. 
[Additional Task: Complete more than three tasks on social hot topics.] 
Ming Shu didn't understand. What the hell? Can you say it in a human language?
[To put it simply, you need to gain Hatred Points from more than three hot topics of social attention, like the cat abuse event you just saw. It's group Hatred Points, and it's cost-efficient.] 
"You want me to abuse cats?"
F**k, the system who calls itself Harmony always incites me to do bad things. 
Crazy bad things. 
I won't do something like that, I have my bottom line and moral integrity! Harmony System, you should incite me less. 
[…] Your bottom line and moral integrity mean nothing in front of snacks. The Harmony System organized its words: [You can choose to punish the cat abuser; in that case, other people who tend to abuse cats might correspondingly transfer their hatred to you, so you can collect Hatred Points.] 
"But, how can it be counted as the so-called group Hatred Points? Can I just mock a group of people at the same time?" 
It's easy for me to offend people!
I see Hatred Points flooding to me now.
It won't be a dream to reach one million!
[That won't work. To complete the task involving group Hatred Points, it has to… it has to have a plot.] 
Okay. You're the boss. 
The phone rang at the right time. It was Qiao Yu calling. 
"What's up," Ming Shu asked weakly, lying on the sofa.
"Little Man, I need you~ Can you come and help try on some new clothes for updates?" Qiao Yu yelled from the other end. 
"No." 
"No? Have you got other orders?" Qiao Yu thought Ming Shu accepted orders of designing something. 
"I'm going to save the world." I'm very busy!
"… Little Man, you should watch less of those brainless dramas. Just come in a hurry, please~ It'll only take one afternoon, and I'll invite you to dinner." 
Before Ming Shu answered, Qiao Yu hung up the phone. 
Considering the free dinner, Ming Shu slowly climbed up from the sofa and dressed up, then went out. 
Qiao Yu's studio was located in the remote old city area, which according to Qiao Yu's words, was a place that could inspire him. 
Ming Shu took a taxi to get there. Seeing some small food stands along the street, she happily went to get herself several bags of snacks first. 
Qiao Yu didn't have many staff in his studio. Ming Shu was his VIP model, and everyone knew her face, so they warmly greeted her. "Little Man, you're here." 
"Little Man, Boss Qiao is waiting for you in the photo studio." 
Ming Shu responded to the greetings while walking in, and she saw many cats around. "When did you get all these cats?" 
She didn't see them last time she came. 
A girl with short hair turned back and explained, "They're all stray cats nearby. We fed them for some time recently, so probably they become familiar with us, and they show up when the studio opens for work." 
"Oh."
Qiao Yu's studio mainly dealt with modified Han Chinese clothing, as well as a few authentic Han Chinese clothings. This type of clothing appealed to few and particular customers, and Qiao Yu set the price very high. But amazingly, the sales were not bad. 
Staff members in the studio gave the credit to the Host—a unique web celebrity model. 
Ming Shu wore the ethereal modified dress and posed according to the photographer's request. In the hazy mist, she looked like a real beauty walking along an ancient street. 
"Little Man, your beautiful face has no ugly angles." The photographer told everyone to take a break, but he didn't forget to praise Ming Shu. "I always get in trouble when selecting pictures, each picture seems great." 
"So you just post all of them?" Ming Shu picked up the topic speechlessly. 
"Hahahaha, Boss Qiao can't bear to see his endless hesitation, so he simply told him to post them all." 
Prodigal Qiao also broke in from beside them. "Don't you know, Little Man, each time we post new pictures, many people are already waiting to copy and save the picture." 
"So should I ask you to pay me for data flow and propaganda?"
"Ehhh, Little Man, we're old lovers, don't say something hurtful like this." 
"I don't dare to say anything. But I won't keep an old lover who only knows how to harm me like you." Ming Shu almost rolled her eyes. 
Who is your old lover!
"Hahahaha." Other people had long been used to Qiao Yu's jokes like this. They wouldn't take this seriously as the two were very close, like one person, or brother and sister. 
They heard that Boss Qiao and Little Man were childhood friends, sworn friends. 
"Little Man is so, so beautiful, if I were a man, I would go after her." 
"Come on, forget it, Little Man wouldn't like you even if you were a man…"
During the break time, everyone joked around and the atmosphere was very harmonious. 
"Miaow~" A kitten walked to Ming Shu's feet. It rubbed against her dress and stared at the little dried fish in her hand with ingratiating eyes. 
Ming Shu: "…" This is mine!
"Miaow~" The kitten cried miserably. 
Ming Shu hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly threw a little dried fish to it. 
"Ah, we'll shoot on location. Little Man, you should hold this kitten," the photographer suddenly proposed. 
Ming Shu: "…" Is this man also wanting my food?!
The outdoor scene was a specially built ancient street nearby. The photographer told Ming Shu to wander casually, as she looked good from any angle. 
But they met some tiny issues when shooting the kitten. It didn't follow orders and always moved around. 
Ming Shu tried to catch it, and in the process, a bag of little dried fish dropped to the ground. 
The kitten and Ming Shu stared at the dried fish at the same time. An ethereal beauty and a cute kitten, standing apart, and the atmosphere suddenly froze for a moment. 
The photographer grasped the moment and shot quickly. 
Ming Shu had long legs so she easily picked up the dried fish. 
"Miaow~" The kitten continued begging and it scratched Ming Shu's dress with its claws. 
Ming Shu slightly bent over to look directly into the kitten's eyes, and smiled. "No."
This is my dried fish!
The photographer's eyes lit up and he shot another round of pictures. A photographer was important in taking quality pictures, but the artistic conception expressed by the people and scenery in the photo was also important. 
At the end of the day, the photographer didn't go to have dinner, but rushed back to the studio as if he had acquired some treasures. He checked all the photos taken that afternoon. 
He specially selected several pictures of Ming Shu and the kitten, edited them, and posted them on the microblog. 
Qiao Yu Studio V: @Full Moon A war started by little dried fish [picture] [picture] [picture] [picture]. 
[OMG, my dearest Full Moon has new photos, I love these!] 
[Each picture is so perfect. The kitten and Full Moon are both so cute, sorry girls, I can fall in love with her.] 
[My mom asks why I'm waiting below a clothing studio and copying my goddess's pictures and petting the kitten. What can I do, I'm also desperate! This is the only place I can get her pictures!] 
[My goddess is a real unprofessional web celebrity.] 
This comment received the most likes. Other web celebrities would post as many pictures as possible to maintain heated discussion. 
But their goddess only posted pictures through a clothing studio, what could they do? 
They were also very desperate!


Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play? 

Do you want to be the illustrious protagonist, either good or evil; or just be a supporting role standing behind the protagonists? 

Our villain boss Ming Shu would, however, choose none of the above. Claiming missions from the Harmony System, and driven by her endless passion for snacks, the world traveler, Ming Shu, embarks on the path to make the mission target hate her as much as possible by gaining Hatred Points. But it turns out she is not alone on her journey… 
 


(A/N: I label chapters because I'm too lazy to think of proper titles and because there will be separate volumes that will always start at "chapter 1". ^_^)

'I'm hungry.' - A loud and clear demand by baby's stomach woke Mirta up from her sleep. 

After learning her name in this life, attempting to see more details of the world and a little bit of playing, Mirta's energy was fully spent and she fell asleep right in her mother's hands. Her dreams were interesting to watch. They were about her past life; however, they lacked specifics. For example, Mirta remembered none of her relatives, names and faces of her friends or cliques at work. 

She remembered her job - a famous model in the clothing department. Because of her popularity and demand, she would often travel to other countries. She loved giving the best impression she could by learning their languages. By the end of her short life, thirty-eight is not a big age, she could use ten languages fluently and about three or four on an acceptable level. Among those were Russian, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, Hindi and even a bit of Urdu.

Mirta watched her past activities with fascination, but the show was cut short by her unwelcomed hunger. Now, with wide-opened orbs filled with annoyance, she stared at the ceiling. In her dream, that warm, comfy feeling in the chest returned and now she could see a bit clearer. Well, clearer enough to see that her mother was resting. She did give birth to her just yesterday, so she is most probably very exhausted.

'Endure, my stomach! Let her rest! We can be satisfied a little later!' - Mirta did her best to come up with a compromise for her sudden problem; nonetheless, the longer she waited, the greater her torture grew and in the end, she gave in.

"@%#^$&^#&^, Mirta. &*&#*$**$!" - Her mother woke up, gently supported her and started to feed the little girl.

'I wish, I knew what she was saying.' - Mirta lamented while enthusiastically eating her food. - 'Her voice sounds so melodic. It's a pity I don't understand.'

{Oh, forgive my oversight, child. I forgot to add this to your knowledge} - An otherworldly voice suddenly rang inside of babies head, making her freeze and let go of mother.

'What is that!?'

"Have you already finished, sweetie?" - Unexpectedly, mother's voice wasn't saying nonsense anymore causing Mirta to be even more lost, but as her mind quickly drew a picture: Freeze -> Tired mother's misunderstanding -> Stop to her food supply = Hungry and unhappy, she frantically returned to her meal, forgetting all of the paranormal things. She can understand her parents? Great! Thank you, whoever you are!

"Don't worry, dear, nobody is going to take your food away. Take it slowly." - Mother finished off with a tired yawn. She hasn't fully recovered yet.

"Is our princess satisfied?" - A man's voice, that belonged to her father resounded in the bedroom, announcing his presence.

A pleased burp was given in response. 

'Now that I'm full, what should I do?' - Mirta began to wonder, as her parents were talking to each other. She no longer wanted to sleep, walking or even crawling wasn't an option yet and moving her limbs as an exercise was boring. 

"Amelia, you should sleep some more. I'll cook dinner." - She started eavesdropping on the conversation because of the lack of alternatives

"Thank you, Kelm." - Her mother with angelic voice and name - Amelia, agreed. - "Could you. please, take care of Mirta until she falls asleep? She has had just woken up, so it'll take some time for her to settle down."

"Sure thing! I'd love to spend more time with our treasure." - Father's confident voice reassured the mother as he swiftly and carefully lifted his daughter up. - "Rest well, dear."

"Won't others be angry at you that you're skipping your work in the fields?" - She confirmed while lying down.

"Of course they won't! I did most of my share. Besides, I think they will be able to relate. It is not an everyday thing that I get a newborn daughter!" - Kelm puffed his chest proudly.

"Thank you..." - Mother muttered in the pillow, as she was already half asleep.
 
Kelm gently smiled at his wife and with curious Mirta in hands, quietly left the chamber.

"Well, princess, what should we do to get you excited and tired?" - Father addressed Mirta with a grin. She mirrored it the best way she could, as she truly loved his smile and voice.

'What am I doing?' - she suddenly realised. - 'Am I not an adult as well?'

"I think I could take you to the backyard." - Her father mulled softly, instantly catching her attention. - "There won't be anyone to see you, so it shouldn't be a problem." -  He glanced at the girl curled in his arms with stars shining brightly in her ruby peepers and made up his mind. - "Backyard it is!"

They passed through a short corridor, walked through the room that appeared to be a kitchen/dining room and a guest area at the same time, and finally reached their destination. The backdoor into the Wonderland. Excitement slowly built up in Mirta as she began to move impatiently, signalling her parent not to beat around the bush and they exited the house.

Bright light hit Mirta in the eyes, blinding her for a moment, but as her developing vision began to adjust, the breathtaking view unfolded its horizons and multiple new sensations struck down on my nerves.

The crystal clear and devoid of pollution air was chiming with songs of peculiar birds. Black with neon-blue tracery at the back, bright yellow with white beaks, even rainbow coloured birds were dancing in the depths of the turquoise sky with two suns being the ultimate jewels of nature.

Father walked out and set on the grass, all while observing his angel that was surprised by a grasshopper that landed on her hand. 

Mirta observed the insect carefully and soon noticed, that as time passes, she was able to see a lot clearer and further. She could now see tall grass a small distance away, her father's hair wasn't a blob of colour anymore and birds began to gain eyes and legs.

'That's not normal...' - She frowned. If she remembered correctly, it usually takes quite a few months for a baby to develop to this stage. A concern regarding her health and body appeared in her mind, but she could only watch it happen.

'If it's not a bad thing, then I'll be a healthy and genius child. That's all!' - She made up her mind.

As time passed and more and more things were registering within her sight, she began to feel really drowsy and eventually fell asleep.

***

"I'm here again."

Mirta sat on her butt; however, nothing was really under it. She remembered this place, though, it was way darker before. This was the place of floating pictures with her memories of the previous life. Life of a thirty-eight years old woman. 

Judging by the contents, she was an intelligent and mature person with good fame and achievements. She was often asked for help or evaluation, trained new models and was overall a sensible person...

"Then, why am I behaving like a true baby!?" - Mirta complained in frustration. - "Also, those abnormal things happening around me! My body isn't supposed to be developing at such a rate, nor should I have strangers' voice in my head!"

The girl clenched her fists and finally noticed something. In here, she decided to call this a 'mind space', she looked older, about three to four years of age, and wore a white, simple dress. She brushed her hand through her locks and found them to be longer as well. They easily reached her shoulders and were a really pretty shade of yellow.

"A little lighter than mother's!" - Mirta squealed in joy jumping on her tiny legs. 

The light in the space responded to her delight and grew a little bit brighter, sending a small wave of warmth through her body, causing the girl to grin with pleasure.

After a while, she calmed down, analysed her behaviour and sighed in defeat as she began to fade from her 'mind space'. - "I really did become a child."

***

'Well, I'll take the opportunity then!' - Mirta woke up in her cradle with a smile. - 'Since those memories are not really doing anything to my age, I will enjoy my childhood!' - She lifted her hand and froze. Her body was once again a little easier to control.

'My development is horrifyingly rapid.'

This is tale will reveal the story of a Traveller. The traveller wasn't a handsome prince, nor was it a defenceless girl. No, the tale is about a brave worrier and a mighty hero that walked down the path of suffering to bring back the happiness.

"The road ahead of me isn't easy and I'm not the strongest, but neither am I alone." - She said to her friends and companions.

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