Started it for fun, I know it shit please give some feedback so I can improve it :)

The story is about a guy lived his comfortable life in a forest, then an unknown girl appeared out of nowhere which has led to the radical downfall of the guy's normal lifestyle.

The average Chinese, Lin Hui, is the typical Chinese student, about to graduate from High School. He had always wished for something abnormal to happen in this boring life. 
 
Zhu Wei, the God of Reverence, had 'accidentally' killed a human being from earth, none other than our beloved average Chinese, Lin Hui. 'Heartbroken', Lin Hui begged Zhu Wei 'countless' times, before he is able to finally achieve his only goal in life, becoming a god! Actually a sub-god...

Follow our not so 'average' Chinese now, Lin Hui, as he embarks on a journey set to defy all 'godly' logics!

At Cloud Street!
Lin Fan went back to his shop and Fraud Tian went forward, "How was it? Did the certification get processed?"
They weren't confident in Lin Fan at all when he said that he was going to the hospital to apply for a certification. It seemed like a joke, especially when they saw Lin Fan's calm expression, they knew that he had failed.
Wu You Lan smiled, "I just did a check on the Internet and today's exams are over. How could it be so easy to obtain a medical certification?"
Lin Fan remained silent and sneakily placed the certification on the table. Then, he lied down on the chair, "Recently, something major is going to happen."
"What is it? What's going to happen?" Fraud Tian smiled. Then, he picked up the document on the table. When he looked at it, he was completely stunned. "D*mn! The medical certification is here. Did you get someone to make a fake copy of it?"
Zhao Zhong Yang, Wu You Lan, and the others also came over. When they looked at the medical certification content, they were completely stunned. Then, they looked at Lin Fan, "Is this real?"
Lin Fan smiled, "Why? This is based on my ability, how could it be fake?"
Fraud Tian gave him a thumbs up, "That's amazing."
Lin Fan smiled, "Of course. I got this certification so easily. After all, people with true capabilities would be able to get what they want. I'll be busy in the coming days, please look after yourselves."
Fraud Tian asked curiously, "We've been busy every day."
Lin Fan took a deep breath and said, "Recently, I feel that the burden on me is too much. I feel like I should also write a legendary book."
Fraud Tian and the others looked at Lin Fan in disbelief. They realized that Lin Fan had become an extremely different person and they didn't know what he was talking about.
Only Lin Fan knew what he was talking about and he meant it this time.
He could earn Encyclopedic Points for taking in students. He was stuck on the tenth page of the Encyclopedia. Usually, it wouldn't have been this difficult to complete a task. He wanted to take it slow and earn Encyclopedic Points based on his ability. After all, trading them for some knowledge was a decent choice.
It was indeed a major classification. It didn't just include medical knowledge. It also included something that he didn't know anything about - a legendary composition that could be passed on for generations.
According to his understanding, he had to choose a book from the selection and copy it down first.
Chinese medicine was a type of science, it wasn't metaphysics. It had a whole book collection. Furthermore, it was a little bizarre. In the end, he chose a book that was most realistic and believable, 'Various Types of Typhoid Illnesses'. According to the Encyclopedia's introduction, the author of this book was Zhang Zhong Jing. Although he didn't know who it was, he read the introduction and felt that he must have been an extremely capable man.
At night.
At a random villa.
At the dining table.
Zhao Ming Qing was smiling throughout dinner time.
"Elder Zhao, finish your medicine." Zhao Ming Qing's wife came with some medicine.
At the dining table, Zhao Ming Qing's children looked at him curiously. They didn't live there but they came over after they received their mum's call. Their mum said that their dad had been smiling to himself after he came back and she felt that something was wrong. Hence, she wanted them to come and have a look.
Zhao Ming Qing had three sons and a daughter and every single one of them were capable.
Zhao Ming Qing immediately waved his hand, "It's okay. I don't have to drink medicine anymore. My lung disease is healed."
"What are you talking about? You're going to have it for the rest of your life. If you don't even know how to treat it, how would it recover?" Zhao Shi said.
Zhao Ming Qing smiled, "I said it's recovered. Today, I met a god-like doctor on the streets and after his treatment, I've been completely healed. I have no problems now."
His children looked at each other in disbelief. They felt that his father had run into a con artist. However, they thought about their father's identity and felt that it was impossible. Their father was an experienced Chinese medical doctor with superb medical skills. How could he possibly get cheated?
"You guys don't believe me, right? Look, have I been coughing after I came back? Wait, just watch this." Zhao Ming Qing stood up and took a skipping rope. Then, he started to skip in front of them. After a few minutes, Zhao Ming Qing placed the skipping rope aside and patted his chest. "Look, do I look like I have a problem? In the past, I would be panting heavily after a few minutes of skipping. I'd be coughing non-stop but now I'm totally fine."
The children were stunned after looking at him skip. It looked as if he really recovered.
Zhao Ming Qing smiled, "I really am in luck today for meeting a god-like doctor. Furthermore, he is willing to take me as a disciple. This time, the discipleship ceremony has to be grand. I will invite everyone to witness it."
The children were shocked after hearing that he had recovered but when they heard that he was going to have a mentor, he was stunned. Then, his oldest son, Zhao Li Xing asked, "Dad, you're an experienced Chinese medical doctor. Are you sure you're going to have a mentor?"
Zhao Ming Qing furrowed his brows, "So what? Does that mean I can't have a mentor? I really met a godly doctor. Don't try to influence me. If any of you wants to interfere with this, do not blame me for being furious."
His second son, Zhao Bin, said, "Dad, big brother didn't mean it that way. We're not stopping you. We just want to know who is that god-like doctor. We've never seen him before."
Zhao Ming Qing waved his hand, "You don't have to know. Remember this. This was accomplished all because of my luck. You guys don't know that the godly doctor wasn't prepared to have me as a disciple but a thunderbolt changed his mind."
His children were stunned, they didn't know what he meant by that.
What did he mean by a thunder bolt changed his mind?
"Just continue eating. I'll go and contact some people. This is a joyous occasion, I have to manage it well. I can't disappoint my mentor." Zhao Ming Qing smiled and he went to his study room. It was as if he was walking on clouds. His steps were light and carefree.
The few brothers looked at each other at the dining table. "Mum, did dad really get cheated?"
"I think so too. Look, your dad is an experienced Chinese medical doctor himself and he's reputable within the country. How can he just have a mentor like that?"
Zhao Shi was worried too. "Don't be anxious. You know how your dad is like. Once he is set on doing something, nobody can change his mind. Just wait and see."
They just nodded. It looked like they had to be more careful during this period of time.
In the study room.
Zhao Ming Qing called his friends and when he said that he was inviting them over for a discipleship ceremony, they were all stunned. It was as if they heard it wrongly.
When he confirmed it with them, they became silent. They felt that Elder Zhao was just kidding.
With his ability, who in the world could be capable enough to be his mentor?
However, they knew about Elder Zhao's personality. They felt that Elder Zhao must have been cheated by someone.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

 Before dinner, the guests suppressed their hunger with candy, hot chocolate and ginger snaps. 
 Cong Nianwei was making a traditional American mince pie on the stove. If it wasn’t for their inspiration to have a traditional holiday, they would have chosen Chinese cuisine.
 She put baking powder and salt and softened some vegetable butter into the pie crust. The stuffing contained onions, meat and butter.
 Unlike a Chinese pie, which had to be fried in a pan, the mince pie had to be baked in the oven for 10 minutes.
 Ding! The oven turned off automatically. Putting on thick oven gloves, Qin Guan took the large turkey out of the oven using a tray.
 Then he placed it on a big white porcelain plate, decorated with rose petals. Everyone could smell the butter and pepper coming from it. There was no oil dripping around the turkey, which meant that it had been cooked perfectly. Its golden skin was cracking because of the low temperature in the room. The skin must be crisp and tasty...
 The Batiste brothers carefully carried the large plate to the table and on the fine embroidered tablecloth.
 "Ouch!" The white tablecloth betrayed Coulibaly, who was trying to stretch his black hand towards the turkey.
 Cella hit him with his own gift, a crystal truncheon. She used it like the Spear of Judge.
 When the brown pie and tasty polenta were on the table, the guests turned into hungry wolves.
 "Shall we thank God before dinner?"
 "For what? For the food? Just thank all the Chinese gods. Let’s eat!"
 "Okay, let’s tuck in!"
 They all stretched their hands. The chicken legs were taken by the Batiste brothers. Who said that the French had good table manners?
 Joseph was gloomy. His strong body couldn't beat those shameless guys. By the time Qin Guan picked up the wine, which was mixed with brown sugar, orange peels, almonds and raisins, only the bones of the turkey were left.
 The glasses were filled one by one. Not a single drop was left in the bottle. A glass of warm wine after a satisfying dinner was the most wonderful thing.
 "Hey, guys..."
 "May the glory of God bless the Earth with peace and men with goodwill..."
 Eight members of a choir were going around the building in Santa Claus costumes.
 "And..."
 "Hark the herald angel sing…"
 There were singers everywhere on the streets. They were not professional ones. They had just taken this chance to get together with their friends.
 The foreigners knew that that night was doomed to be a sleepless one.
 Wrapping paper was lying in the corner, the gifts from their friends arranged by Cong Nianwei.
 They were planning on working overnight, when someone unexpectedly knocked on their door.
 An elegant china doll and her loyal guard were standing outside the door.
 "Er... Merry Christmas."
 They went into the apartment leisurely. "Sorry to trouble you, Qin Sang [1]. I just wanted to stay here for the night..."
 "What?" Cong Nianwei went out of the kitchen, her eyes wide open. "Qin Guan, who is she?"
 "She is the chairman of my Japanese fan club. I met her while I was in Japan..."
 Cong Nianwei frowned as the mountain-like fat man beside her suddenly kneeled down on the floor.
 "Take us in, Qin Sang. Please!"
 You’re scaring me! I think you might perform hara-kiri like the ancient warriors.
 If hara-kiri made sense, Dashi might actually commit suicide.
 Actually, most of Yamaguchi Tsutomu’s strongholds had been taken over by the New York police, but she had escaped successfully.
 When Han Zhujiu and a group of outlaws, including Mexican and Italian gangs, had destroyed all the Japanese forces, Yamaguchi Tsutomu had realized she had no place to go in New York. The failure itself was not devastating, but their very foundation was being pulled up by the roots...
 Finally, she had thought of Qin Guan. She knew where he lived, but had never dropped in. If she could survive that night, she would fly back to Japan the next day and never return to New York again.
 Thanks to the support of the government, the Japanese Mafia had forgotten about the cruelty of the law of the jungle.
 The US was not a good place for the Japanese.
 The fat man was kneeling on the floor of the small room. His black clothes still smelled of blood. The girl was staring at Qin Guan indifferently with her big, clear eyes.
Qin Guan was no idiot. He couldn't make Cong Nianwei worry. He picked up his phone and spoke gently.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"Huh, this is not the right time for us to come!"
Mu Xiaoyue smiled and glanced at the blond girl in the corner. She wriggled her eyebrows at Xia Yu.
During abnormal business hours, such a beautiful girl was sitting quietly in the store. She could only be one of two identities. Either she was a friend or a girlfriend.
Xia Yu's mouth twitched; he was too lazy to explain.
Whether it was a friend or a girlfriend, Rina would be blazing. Xia Yu did not want to be ridiculed in front of the two people, so at this time, he just ignored the Tongue of God.
"Do you still have space in your stomach to eat?"
Glancing at the time displayed by the old clock in the store, Xia Yu turned around and walked back to the kitchen. "It's alright to cook lunch at this time. You guys just wait for half an hour."
Mu Xiaoyue and An Ya sat together and whispered.
"Xiao Ya, I had insomnia last night!" Mu Xiaoyue's face was excited. "That beef lungs in chili sauce was more delicious than human food. I hope we can still eat those delicious dishes today."
Anya was speechless.
She was not as cheerful as Mu Xiaoyue who could express her emotions on face, but her expectations for food were no less than her friend.
Those two spoke Mandarin, and Rina could not understand a single word.
While waiting, the Tokyo sky outside the restaurant suddenly began to rain, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.
Rina answered her phone. The new secretary of her private secretary, Hisako, kept apologizing to her.
Due to heavy rain and a traffic jam caused by a sudden car accident, her secretary would take at least an hour to arrive at Ameyoko.
Snap.
Putting away her cell phone, Rina glanced over with a trace of irritability. She crossed her arms and got up to the door of the restaurant, looking out over the old shopping street in the rain. The commander of Togetsu, Nagi Hidari, said words to her:
"Rina, you and Mr. Xia Qing's grandson are the same age. If you can, please help your grandfather and take good care of that young chef even if he doesn't enter Togetsu in the end."
At that time, the commander of Togetsu smiled.
"I think you should be able to make friends. Rina, you also must communicate with chefs of the same age. You should talk a lot. I think Mr. Xia Qing's grandson is fully qualified to be your friend."
Therefore, Rina came with the car but was left here.
Thinking of her grandpa's ideas, Rina had only helplessness and a trace of resentment in her heart.
She was the head chief of Togetsu Middle School, the youngest Top Ten in history, and had the genius of the 'Tongue of God' and other god-level chef talents. Why should she lower herself to make friends with a young boy?
Rina's chaotic thoughts suddenly caused her to let go of her arms and turn back. Her violet pupils showed a sort of incredible radiance.
"What a strong smell..."
In heavy rain, the turbid air was completely gone, so the smell of food came out of the kitchen. It not only occupied the entire restaurant, but even rushed out of the door, lingering between the street in the rain.
She cut down thought of getting in and squashed her urge to compress her lips. There seemed to be a voice in her heart that reminded her, 'No! You can't bow your head to that d*mn fellow!'
In the eyes of the Tongue of God, the initiative to ask to taste someone else's food was obviously self-deprecation.
Countless high-end restaurants dreamed of her Tongue of God tasting and evaluating them. Some managers even took out a lot of banknotes and found various interpersonal relationships. But Rina was originally from a well-known family, so she did not care about money. 
"Okay, there is only one dish today, but there is no limit to the meal. Please enjoy it!"
Standing in front of the restaurant, she could hear the voice that annoyed her.
The fragrance was more intense, and the air in the heavy rain seemed to become dry because of a spicy smell.
This time, the dishes were purposely installed in a stainless-steel large pot with a lid. Rina saw him directly put a pot on the table and could not help being surprised.
However, the moment the lid was opened, the pupil of the Tongue of God contracted sharply.
The storefront was dark due to the rain, but at this moment, it was illuminated by a magical cooking light. 
It was like magic. Incredible.
Rina had now completely discarded the arrogant thoughts in her mind. Only the dish shining on the table was in her field of her vision. The young chef slowly opened the lid and looked calm.
The light did not last long, and it completely converged in two or three seconds.
Two Chinese female tourists at the table were also stunned.
"Please eat."
Xia Yu served three bowls of steaming rice.
Grunt.
Swallowing too much saliva in her mouth, Mu Xiaoyue pointed at the tofu dishes in the pot. She was unaware of how shaky her tone was, and said stupidly, "...This is Sichuan cuisine, mapo tofu?"
"Magic Mapo Tofu. This is the name of the dish," Xia Yu said, and glanced Rina who was standing in front of the counter. He asked Rina, "Rina, you remember it, right?"
In the latter part of the sentence, he asked in English, deliberately letting Chinese tourists understand.
"No!"
Rina bit her thumb, firmly staring at the mapo tofu in the pot. She shook her head, and said in a positive tone, "This is definitely not the Magic Mapo Tofu I had last time."
"What should I say? The glowing Magic Mapo Tofu is the true face of this dish. The one you tried last time with the commander was just my failed test," Xia Yu said with a shrug.
"...Huh?" Rina thought she had misheard, and she roared in exasperation. Her clear eyes were full of anger. "You let my Tongue of God taste a failed dish? Who gave you bravery? You dared to put the failed dish on the table and let the commander and I try and taste it!"
Xia Yu was immune to the eyes of Rina who seemed to spit fire.
"In fact, didn't that failed dish make your commander 'cloth burst'?" Xia Yu's mouth raised into a smile. "This finished dish is the apology I give you."
Rina choked immediately.
Her grandfather's shirt had burst, that much was true.
"It's thanks to you, Rina. If it wasn't for your Tongue of God, I'm afraid that I would have needed to study for a while before I could find the shortcomings in the failed dish one by one. Because of your tongue, I made a highly completed dish that night. Now, this dish is almost perfect!"
"I finally understand why those high-ranking restaurants holding banknotes ask you to try their food."
The mouthful of praises sounded a bit harsh to Rina.
Asshole!
Who wanted to help you finish cooking!
With green veins on her forehead, Rina resisted the urge to snarl like a female tyrannosaurus.


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.
 

I woke up in a desolate wasteland, not in a literal sense, more in a figurative way. It was desolate because there was nothing, and a wasteland cause there quite literally, WAS NOTHING. 
Let me explain how I ended up in this situation that I have found myself in.

While on my way to work, I was thinking about opening a new charity fund for recently I've found that there is a big initiative on planting more trees even though when they're cut down they release mass amounts of carbon. I was going to try and open a tree protection fund so that we can let them grow and give them enough time to actually help with the mass release of carbon to our atmosphere.

This was not a big goal for me though as I was already happy that so many people had helped in other funds I had begun. Such as a fund to help children in need in first world countries and in turn opening businesses that hire workers for future projects, giving those who lost there jobs work.

With all of this done, I thought I had done a great deal of good and was thinking of retiring and simply raising my children. I won't lie and say I was worried about money because even if I ran charities firstly, I did run a business to pay all those people and I hired. We researched a lot of new technology. Our company made the first completely bio-degradable packaging and got it passed as a conference bill that all-new plastics that are used for packaging should be bio-degradable, I didn't try and drain them of there money out of royalties though. They simply bought the rights to use it on a yearly basis, which for most people was not cheap, but for big companies, practically pocket change. 

You may wonder why this is important at all, at that's simple, I got fucking killed. With all the good I did, someone out there just had to die today and god chose me. Or so I thought..., I was stabbed that day, broad fucking daylight, stabbed without anyone even noticing.  I died there, on the pain, grovelling as my lungs collapsed from the open wound, and it all went dark. I opened my eyes to be sitting in a lone room, all bright white light, yet not hurting my eyes. Then I heard a voice as my terrain turned into a huge cliffside, as I sat at an old cherry wood table as an old man sat with me. He offered me tea but I declined, I'm not much of a fan. He says to me then, " Well lad, you sure did commit a lot of good in your life, more than I could've imagined for sure ", He chuckled at the fact.

I sat there, blank-faced. That's when I remembered what I always heard when I was young and watched T.V, I saw the bright white light, but there was no tunnel, must've taken transit. I looked at the old man after realizing this was probably some form of astral entity, something I would refer to as a god. " So, now that I appear to be dead, could you uh... tell me why there's no golden gate, or giant pit of fire, just a .... tea table? " I asked. The old man chuckled and replied, " Well its simple really, you did so much good, you've set a new world record, and dont get me wrong, your by no means the 'nicest person' to ever live, you just did the most active forms of kindness and reached a high amount of karma. ". I thought about it once more and realized as I quickly said, " Oh isn't that some kind of Chinese thing, with the big golden statue guy where you clap and burn candles? ". He spits out his tea and laughed hardily, " Heh, quite so my boy! Although it's not specifically Chinese, that doesn't matter, believe in it or not, you've gained so much Karma you even had the right to meet me, God! ". I looked at him confused and said, " Well I guess I was right, you are god and I am dead. So, what happens now? ". He then got serious and put down his tea and said in a tone I didn't think this cheery old man could use, " I have no idea.. you've reached a Karma that's too high, I cant actually keep you here, and you cant be reincarnated, you were more invited than anything, and you subconsciously accepted, so I guess, your the second TRUE god. ". I was shocked, to say the least.

A man who became a god, for he had gained Karma through helping hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of people through the largest donation fund of the Twenty-First Century. He was known as a saint to many, while not officially a saint, he was acknowledged by the pope as a good man while he was alive, and couldn't be deemed a saint after death, for he had descendants, but sadly he didn't spends much time with them for he was always busy helping others. With his death, many in the living world mourned, while he himself, was more confused than anyone.

As it was the first time Li Du had to deal with such a situation, he was unclear about what he needed to do. Luckily, Hans was by his side.
Hans used the tip of his elbow to gently nudge him, which implied that he could go up and interact with the other party.
"Hello, Mr. Ferrari. I am Li, Akkalou's friend."
With that, Li Du shook hands with Knight Ferrari. As this person's surname and style were exalted, it seemed possible that he could be related to Enzo Ferrari, the creator of Ferrari.
Ferrari seemed like a very gentle person. Even though his expression was rather cold, he was very gracious in the way he invited Li Du and his company to sit down and have coffee—just like his nickname, Knight.
Despite that, the others were not as friendly. One of them, who was a middle-aged white man with reddish-brown hair and a large face, sneered, "Are you today's challenger?"
As Li Du had no idea who he was and did not want to show his ignorance, he gave him a stern smile without saying anything.
Although he wanted to hide his ignorance about such a setting, people from the opposite side were clearly experienced and were able to read him like a book.
As such, the middle-aged white man laughed at him mockingly and said, "It's your first time at a top floor casino, right? I have to remind you, Mr. Benidito, not all Chinese are Jeff Ma."
The Playboy replied in a cold manner, "He is not Jeff Ma, nor is he anyone you guys are familiar with. He is just a loyal friend who will be taking part in the gamble on my behalf. Once we leave the gambling table, he has nothing to do with any of this."
Knight looked at him. "You're still the same, Akkalou, you really can't change from your accursed old self."
He shook his head as he spoke, a disappointed look on his face.
Li Du was unaware of the disputes between the two of them and was also not concerned with them.
The Playboy was right—he was here to help out and none of this had anything to do with him once he left the table.
It was not that he was apathetic—instead, he knew his own worth. Seeing Knight's group, he knew that Knight was not from a normal background and could possibly be the boss of Las Vegas.
The Playboy's identity was more mysterious. However, being a rival of Knight showed that he was also not ordinary.
What about Li Du? Truth be told, he was also not an ordinary person as he was possibly the world's only person with a little bug.
Despite that, when comparing only backgrounds, his was very ordinary. These people would not need to spend any effort to do away with him.
With his status, he was completely unable to intervene in the disputes between Knight and the Playboy.
Nonetheless, he tried his best to understand the current situation and the opponent. After hearing the words of the middle-aged white man with a large plump face, he asked in a soft voice, "Who is Jeff Ma?"
Hans whispered in his ear, "Your Chinese people's gambling god. He is called Jeffrey Ma, a genius who graduated from MIT and a prodigy of quantitative analysis."
Jeffrey Ma possessed unbelievable mental calculation and prediction skills. At the age of 23, he and his team laid waste to the casinos in Las Vegas and Atlantic City.
Generally speaking, he brought along 100,000 dollars during the weekends and was able to bring back a few hundred thousand—or even millions—of dollars every time. His record for one night was 4,900,000 dollars.
Subsequently, a casino found out about Jeffrey Ma and his team and placed him on the Blackjack's Hall of Fame and the casino's blacklist.
However, they were too naive to think that they could stop this valiant Chinese gambling god with such a method. Fellow countryman Ma was well-versed in both Chinese and Western cultures, intensively studied blackjack and probability at MIT and even learned how to disguise himself in his parent's old home.
Of course, the disguise mentioned was just a simple change in his appearance through makeup techniques and prosthetics to hide his identity.
After putting on makeup, he continued to freely roam around America's casinos and won unknown amounts of money. It was estimated that Las Vegas alone had lost at least twenty million dollars from this.
Later, Hollywood released a film titled "21" that was based on Jeffrey Ma.
As both of them were talking very softly, the big-faced white man ended up looking at them with an expression of disdain, curling his lips and murmuring to himself.
Li Du was puzzled by this. Lu Guan rushed over and in an even softer voice said, "He said 'how dare he enter without even knowing who Jeffrey Ma is, stupid.' This is most likely what he said. As he spoke too soft, I couldn't hear clearly."
Li Du was a little shocked that the man has an extraordinary hearing ability like Lu Guan.
After Knight and the Playboy said some muffled words, it was finally time for the main event, which was the game, to start.
The big-faced white man, who was displeased with Li Du, walked to the back of the blackjack table and donned white gloves. He was the banker and would be facilitating the game.
Li Du suddenly caught on and said, "So you are my opponent? No wonder you've disliked me the whole time."
The big-faced man sneered, "What did you think?"
Embarrassed, Li Du replied, "I thought that you had rabies and bit whoever you caught."
The Playboy started laughing; Hans and Lu Guan laughed too.
The big-faced white man suddenly turned pale and ground his teeth. "Hey, fast-talking Chinese, let's see if you still speak so freely without any teeth."
Li Du asked Hans, "That's Small Boy Kim? He doesn't look small at all?"
Hans gave a hollow laugh. "The nickname "Small Boy" came from his temperament. This fella is like a child. He becomes angry once he gets agitated or loses."
Seeing them whispering made Small Boy Kim unhappy. He frowned and impatiently said, "If you want to gamble then be quick about it, stop wasting time."
Knight grabbed his shoulder and gently said, "Patience, friend."
After hearing his words, Small Boy Kim immediately calmed down and obediently focused on shuffling the cards in front of him.
A tall, beautiful lady brought forward a plate of chips and split them into two portions in front of Small Boy Kim and Li Du. Whoever was first to lose all their chips would lose the game.
There were a few empty chairs next to where Li Du was seated. This game could be played with more than two people at the same time, usually three to six people.
This time around, as anticipated, there was no one else participating in the game and Li Du was competing one on one with Small Boy Kim. With one banker and one challenger, the result would be more clear-cut.
While shuffling the cards with a swish sound, Small Boy Kim gave Li Du a provocative look. "Hey, Chinese, want to place multiple bets?"
Players in blackjack were allowed to place multiple bets, which was one person occupying many seats and placing a bet on each of the seats. In this way, the cards on the seats all belonged to the person.
It was more exciting when placing multiple bets with the chances of winning and losing money increased proportionally.
However, as Li Du was unclear of the situation, it was still naturally safer to place one bet.
At the moment, he had the power to decide even though Small Boy Kim was the banker.
From this, the confidence of Knight's group could be seen. They believed that Small Boy Kim could win by just giving out the cards.
After Li Du had sat down, the Playboy went forward to check the cards. The game started after everything was in order.


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

Ami Yokocho, shopping street.

    Near the evening, the shopping street is even more lively than during the day, and people come and go.

    A transport truck was parked at the door of the aquatic shop. Several strong men were unloading. One of the middle-aged uncles put down the iced seafood box and wiped the sweat, just to see the teenager who came out of the street.

    "A Yu, these fish are very fresh, just returned from the dock, do you want to take a few back to taste?" The middle-aged uncle said hello far away.

    "Thank you, today our father does not open the stove, I came out to find food."

    Xia Yu very polite thank you, "Uncle of the ancient city, you are busy."

    He put his hand in his pocket and continued to move forward.

    Passing a decorative face old bakery, a grandmother wearing glasses, smiling Road behind the counter: "Ayu, do not come to a Dorayaki, today's red bean paste made very tasty Oh."

    "Do not , Kawashima grandma, you said that you have to eat well after dinner, I plan to go to dinner." Xia Yu waved his hand.

    All the way, Xia Yu received at least dozens of greetings at least, each elder, or male or female, a smile, so that his heart is full of warmth.

    This is the shopping street where I have lived for more than ten years. Some people come and some people go. Xia's Chinese cuisine shop is always there. Don't look at the old man, there are not many diners, but among the neighbors, the old man is quite prestigious, maybe When things happen, they often help, and over time, the old man becomes the default street head of everyone.

    Whether it is the former Xia Yu, or the Xia Yu who changed the soul, the character is easygoing, and often helps, plus the people are not bad, naturally welcomed by a group of uncles and aunts.

    After ten years of development and expansion, the old shopping street has even a good reputation in the international arena. Xia Yu came out from the old block, to the new block after the expansion, a completely different urban modern style, blowing in the face.

    The streets have become wider, with shops on both sides, stylishly decorated, with McDonald's and clothing stores.

    Xia Yu casually found a restaurant facing the street. It seems that soon after opening, there is a flower basket at the door, and the ribbon on the floor has not been cleaned.

    "Starlight Rotating Western Restaurant?" I

    read the name of the restaurant on the signboard of the restaurant and pushed in. A female waiter immediately squatted at 90 degrees and hung a professional smile. "Welcome, a few meals?"

    "One. "

    Okay, please come with me." The

    female waiter brought Xia Yu to the dining table against the floor-to-ceiling window, separated by a transparent glass mirror. The outside is a busy shopping street. The location is very good. Xia Yu does not want to change. I picked up the menu on the table and ordered three Western-style dishes, which I was going to change.

    In the past few days, I practiced Chinese cooking recipes all day, and I tried to eat myself. In order to preserve my freshness and enthusiasm for Chinese cuisine, Xia Yu decided to go outside and have a different meal.

    I don't want to go far, I can only eat in the shopping street.

    I ordered the food, Xia Yu looked around, the newly opened western restaurant was very quiet, except for his table, there were only two other tables.

    A table seems to be a tourist, and the voice is louder. The language spoken is like Mandarin. Xia Yu came to the interest, erected her ears, only listened to the young and beautiful female tourists, excited to share their day's sightseeing mood, full of praise.

    "Xiao Ya, the public comment on the Japanese station is too little information, there is no restaurant near the search. Hey, missteps, when you come, you should check the Japanese restaurant reviews APP."

    A face is a little baby fat, The lovely female tourist sighed.

    "You know how to eat." Her companion, but the goddess style, a dress on the body is elegant yet elegant. She covered her mouth and smiled: "I heard that in Japan, as long as the store opened for business, the taste is not bad. This store is newly opened, prosperous, I think you can rest assured."

    Two Chinese ladies who do not understand Japanese Freedom?

    Xia Yu mouth pumping.

    The neon's law and order is good, but I don't know Japanese. If I use English, the neon's English pain accent will make people feel that English is more than ten years old.

    Because it is the third table, the meal is slower, Xia Yu is not in a hurry, take out the mobile phone to brush Twitter, from time to time to listen to the conversation between the two Chinese girls, it is also interesting.

    "

    Gossip !!" But an angry scream, suddenly rang through the Western restaurant, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

    A table of three male guests stood up, and two female waiters rushed past and kept apologizing.

    "Gossip, your taste is not right!" A middle-aged bald man in a suit pointed to the beef that had not been eaten on the tabletop. His face was angry. "The Burgundy red wine stew is definitely not this." Taste, I want to complain about your restaurant!"

    Speaking, the middle-aged bald man took out his cell phone and ignored the waiter's request.

    The male staff at the checkout counter rushed into the kitchen. After a while, the chef in the restaurant wearing the white chef's uniform appeared, with sweat on his forehead and an urgent look. "Guest, I will cook another one for you. Burgundy red wine stewed beef until you are satisfied." The

    middle-aged chef is 90 degrees, and he has no straight waist with his head and his head down. "Please forgive me!" The

    three male guests exchanged their eyes, one tall. The young and strong man, with a sharp eye, gestures to bald diners.

    "No! I don't believe you!"

    "I have to complain to the Food Association, you are not qualified to open a store!"

    "This kind of cuisine will only tarnish the chef's sacred profession!" The

    bald eater screamed, his fingers were The button on the phone screen is jogged and seems to be dialing.

    The chef of the restaurant obviously does not have much experience in dealing with emergencies. He is anxious to catch the arms of the bald diners. It seems to be robbing the mobile phone. His face is flushed. "No! You can't complain to the food association!"

    Two young and strong men are pulling the restaurant chef behind, and seeing a melee will break out.

    As for the Chinese female tourists, I was scared.

    They can't understand Japanese, but they can feel the atmosphere of the restaurant.

    "The taste of this Burgundy red wine goulash is above the standard line. You can go to the complaint, the people of the food association are coming, and they are still judged."

    A quiet voice, it sounded cold.

    However, no one cares about him in the chaos.

    Xia Yu put his hands in his trouser pockets and frowned slightly. He said to several waiters who were flustered around him: "Put your chef away..."

    The waiter of the Six Gods subconsciously followed the instructions and opened the middle age. Chef.

    "Calm!" Xia Yu took a picture of the chef's shoulder. The scene looks a bit funny. A 16-year-old boy is much more mature than a middle-aged chef.

    Seeing the middle-aged chef returning to God, Xia Yu repeated the words he just said, "I can guarantee that this Burgundy red wine stew is above the standard line. You should calm down and not take this. The next three traps."

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

President Ma was the first to lose his mind.

He let out a cry of shock, and his eyes were fixed on the silver needles that had sunk into the table.

The rest of the doctors were also like this.

"This is 'three points of entering the wood!"

In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, entering the wood was a technique that was very rare seen.

The so-called "three points of entering the wood" referred to the doctor who inserted a needle into the wood with two fingers.

Anyone who could do that must be a famous doctor. In the field of medicine, he had made great achievements!

Henry inserted seven needles in a row into the table in seven seconds. This was really eye-opener for the doctors present!

"Is there any other proof needed?" Henry slightly smiled. For him, it was a simple entry level skill.

"Incredible! It's incredible!" President Ma shook his head and murmured, "How old are you? Even if you started learning in your mother's belly, it would still be impossible for you to do this!"

Master Yan's two disciples widened their eyes. They had practiced entering the wood countless times, so they were very clear about the difficulty in it. Even as Master Yan's disciples, they only hoped that they could do this before they were forty years old. But now the person in front of them was only in his twenties! The gap between them was too obvious!

Henry's ability was what the doctors here were all pursuing.

Dr. Wong shook his head and said, "No! That's impossible! How can a man at such a young age be so good?"

"That's not right! It's not entering the wood!"

President Ma suddenly frowned.

This sentence also made other doctors set their eyes on President Ma.

Master Yan's two disciples even breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that the pressure on them had lessened a lot.

Doctor Wong burst out laughing. "Ha, ha, ha Trick! I guess it's just a trick. How could he be so good at such a young age? Boy, even if you are a liar, we can see through it and you date to come to the Chinese Medicine clinic to deceive us?"

"Yes, it's not entering the wood!" Master Yan also said. He took a deep breath and shouted,

"It's a shaking needle, a shaking needle!"

The shaking needle!

Master Yan's roar rang in everyone's ears.

When the doctors heard the word " shaking needles", their first reaction was to not believe it!

The shaking needles were recorded in classical Chinese Medicine. It could be said that no one was able to do it in the modern world.

"When acupuncture is used to treat patients, Chinese doctors need to constantly twist needles to stimulate acupuncture points. Generally speaking, when a patient needs multiple acupuncture points to be stimulated, one doctor is not enough. He must have many doctors to assist him and treat more acupuncture points at the same time."

The effect of the shaking needle was that when stimulating the acupuncture points, it could tremble on its own to achieve the effect of stimulating the acupuncture points. If a doctor mastered the shaking needle, then one doctor could treat many people. In the absence of enough people, it would play a great role.

But this shaking needle required a special technique. Although it was recorded in classical books, no one was able touse it. It could be said that it existed only in name but not in reality. Some people even doubted whether the method of shaking needles written down by the ancestor was true or false.

Today, they saw it with their own eyes, Henry stabbed the seven silver needles into the wooden table at a very fast frequency and with extremely small effort. They were trembling. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see them at all.

"It's really shaking needles! Oh my god! It turns out that the ancestor's records are true."

"There is really such a thing as shaking needles!"

"Unbelievable! It's unbelievable!"

"I can't believe i've seen a shaking needle! It's a shaking needle!"

Cries of surprise rose one after another.

Master Yan's two disciples were completely stunned there. The shaking needles! The shaking needles! 

Dr. Wong listened to the exclamation in his ear and felt his face burning fiercely. Just now, he screamed the most fiercely. When President Ma said that he was not right, he was also the first to laugh. His proud appearance could be seen by everyone. But now, it was as if a big hand was fiercely swinging on his face. With the slapping sound, he didn't even dare to look at the seven silver needles on the table.

Henry snorted and looked at Master Yan's apprentice. "In this case, did I prove it?"

Master Yan's disciple took a look at Henry, but he was too embarrassed to speak, so he could only nod repeatedly.

"In the future, don't look down upon no one. The knowledge of Chinese Medicine is far from what you understand. The extraordinary people in this world are also not what you believe they are." Henry left this sentence and strode away.

At this moment, no one dared to have any other thoughts. They all looked at Henry with embarrassment.

Master Yan opened his mouth several times and wanted to speak, but he did not speak.

Before, he thought that Henry's medical skills were brilliant, his insights were unique, and he dared to create a new one. But now he found that this young man had dumped him in the field of medical skills. With this shaking needle, this all the doctors of Chinese Medicine in the world wanted to worship him as a teacher. His little achievement was nothing in front of this young man.

To put it bluntly, even if he wanted to worshihim as her teacher, he didn't know if he could regard himself as Henry's student.

"President Lin, let's go." Henry walked to Sylvia and said, "I'm sorry that I didn't help you today"

"You've done a great job." Sylvia shook her head. "I didn't expect that your medical skills can surprise these famous doctors."

"Famous doctors?" Henry turned back and looked at all the doctors who worked in big hospitals and were not always available to help people. He shook his head and said, "They are just a group of people who have only learned a little. Their horizon is too short to become famous."

When Henry spoke, he did not deliberately cover up his voice. When his words reached the ears of these doctors, no one refuted him.

They all lowered their heads in shame because they knew that what Henry said was the truth. They really had a short-sighted vision. Otherwise, why would they be indignant when they heard the young man say that Henry was inferior to them?

Henry and Sylvia were about to walk out of the clinic together.

"Wait!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out.

The owner of this cry was not a doctor, but the boss of the Sunshine Medical Company President Huang.

President Huang straightened his suit and stood up.

"President Huang, what can I do for you?" Henry stopped and squinted at him.

"I just want to say that some people are too hypocritical!" President Huang sneered and  said loudly, "Just now, someone said that they were righteous and upright. In the ancient pharmacy, there was a saying that they hoped that no one in the world was sick, so they didn't care about the medicine. But now, they clearly mastered brilliant medical skills, but they were so selfish to share? Why didn't they contribute to the society? Could it be that someone was just talking big just now?"

As soon as President Huang finished his words, some doctors looked at him with contempt.

The shaking needle, this traditional Chinese medicine technique, could definitely be called a priceless treasure. And it is very difficult to obtain it.

"President Huang, you are exaggerating. If that's the case, can your Sunshine Medical sell all your property and donate it to the society for free?" President Ma asked in return.

A month ago, Henry Zhang, who is honored with the title of "Satan" in the underworld, came back from abroad, and married into Lin Family, has become the husband of Sylvia Lin. Sylvia dismissed all her servants and left the whole housework to Henry, aiming to force him to divorce in this way. However, Henry didn't think so. Every time when Sylvia met troubles, it was Henry who helped her out, making Sylvia change her thoughts of him gradually...

---Disclaimer---
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I am NOT the Author of this novel. I am only a part-time translator and proofreader of the novel itself.

A week passed and Hidayah was still unconscious. Even though she has passed the critical moment on the first night, but it doesn't seem to get any better. It's like time is frozen for her. 

The investigation on the accident also seemed to be at a standstill. Both Leo and Uncle Jonathan had been working together but it is almost like there was no perpetrator but was purely an accident. Except, the remote-control chip that they found proved otherwise. 

"Sir, Mr Chua and Miss Gonzales have arrived. Do you want me to bring them in?" Hidayat opened his eyes and looked towards his desk phone. Annabelle's voice had disturbed his badly needed short break. 

"Let them in, Annabelle. Please get us hot drinks too. Thank you."

Erika and Daniel walked into his room while Hidayat pinched his nose bridge to release some tension and headache. Hidayat had started to feel overwhelmed by the corporation's workload plus the restaurant's management on top of the disappointing investigation. Even the charity event was postponed to a later date. God, I really cannot imagine how Hiddy can manage the company on her own at a young age! He stood up from his seat and walked towards the lounge area in his room. 

The 3 of them sat on the 1-seater Benjamin Classical Vintage Leather sofas that circled the coffee table. "I am missing my sister a lot, today…" Hidayat smiled while he rested on the sofa with both of his hands behind his head. 

"Me too… If she was here, by now, I would have dragged her out for Starbucks," Erika grinned while looking down and clamping her hands together. Daniel was sitting there silently with his head down too. "What did the doctor say? Is she getting better?"

"To be honest, the doctors are confused as to why she is still not waking up even though her body is already healing. The psychologist believes that it's more of a psychological problem instead of a physical problem. It's like she doesn't want to wake up or rather, I quote Uncle Jing Guo's word 'she's in limbo or Bardo and we need to call her back'."

"Really? I can't believe your da bó is so superstitious" Daniel retort. 

"I know right! Can you believe that a Major General from the army would say such things?"

Knock knock knock

"Enter" Annabelle opened the door and pushed the bronze bar cart filled with steaming hot drinks in Vintage Russian Lomonosov USSR "Cobalt Net" tea set. After setting the teacups and a plate of macarons on the coffee table, she left the group of friends alone. 

"What's da bó?" Erika asked insouciantly. These guys, keep using terms she does not understand. "That's Chinese for???" 

Both guys laughed at Erika's confused face. "Yeah… it means, 'eldest uncle' from the father's side." Daniel explained. Erika, an intelligent woman who can speak Spanish, Italian, French, German and Malay, on top of Tagalog; can never seem to understand Chinese no matter how much they tried to teach her or how much she tried to learn. 

"Why do I have a feeling that you guys have different terms for each uncle, aunts, cousins of dad and mom side and so on?" Hidayat howled at Erika's question. This made her mad at the two guys sitting in front on her. "Jesus! Why is Chinese so freaking difficult? How do you guys memorise all your words and terms? You have like 4 or more intonations or pronunciation for most of the words!" Erika growled in frustration. 

Daniel and Hidayat roared louder as they laugh at their friend. They usually have a difficult time to tease this woman. Yet, her incapacitation with the particular language never seems to hinder their chance to make this woman pissed offhandedly.

Hidayah Loh is the heiress of the ARK Empire and next in line to be the Matriarch of Country C’s strongest founding family. Basically a royal of Country C. On her business trip in City K of Country M, she was nearly raped by a stranger when Nazreen rescued her.  

Nazreen, a prince from Country E was on holiday and happened to hear a struggled plea for help from the adjacent hotel room when he was returning back to his room. 

But to their dismay, City K’s Islamic Religious Department happened to be in the middle of carrying their night raids in that hotel. 

Both Hidayah and Nazreen was brought to the station and to avoid imprisonment and other negative implications that may affect their reputation, they were forced to marry that very night.

Not keen on keeping the marriage to a total stranger, despite him being her rescuer, Hidayah returned to Country C quietly the next day. Leaving Nazreen with a signed post-dated divorce document at the hotel reception. 

After being forced to marry the woman he saved, he tasked his men to investigate Hidayah. Unfortunately, the next morning, he found that Hidayah had checked out from the hotel and had left him with a divorce agreement. 

What is he to do? Should he just process the divorce as per Hidayah’s request? Or should he find her to ‘save’ their ‘unexpected’ marriage? 

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Author’s note (A/N): The story is written with people from different ethnic, cultural and religious beliefs. The main leads are built with Islamic beliefs as explained later in the story.

You will also get to read about real places and a mix of fictional and real people. Real art pieces and fashion.

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