Just a test book to see how my writing abilities are and for ideas nothing too special


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



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

1. The book is going to have mature content.

2. Monk Tang(mc) was reborn into another world, which is the Tang Dynasty 2000 years ago in China.  His name is Tangsen in modern life, which is a homophone for the words 'Monk Tang' in Chinese.  

3. What mc goes through is called Evil Journey, differing from A Journey to the West. But the basic storyline is based on A Journey to the West that Monk Tang, Wukong, Pigsy, the White Dragon and Monk Seng seek Buddhist sutras, all the way down demons and gods, experienced the ninety-eighty-one difficulties, and arrived in the west to see Buddha Tathagata, and finally, those five people became immortals.

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This is a story of a monk who cultivated slowly protects his apprentices to the West, maximizes benefits for his apprentices, and seeks out the truth in a new world!

Arriving back at the Library, I nodded to the Head Librarian as I headed back into the depths of the building. Flipping the rectangular medallion I watched Nostradamus engrave <Magic Language> onto before he gave it to me, I finally took the opportunity to <Scan> the 'pass.'

<Libraria Archimediea Ward Key>
<Given by Master Sorcerer Nostradamus, having one in possession allows the holder to be bypassed by the Library Sprites and ignored by the passive defenses of the wards. Can be traced.>

Hmm, that last one might be a problem, even if I'm used to GPS and having my privacy invaded by stalker hacker friends.

[I think they only meant within the wards of the Library, Nori.]

Still. 

Considering the squiggles which were not deciphering themselves no matter how hard I tried, the first objective was to definitely learn <Magic Language.> Even if I might not ever use it, at least traditionally, it would allow me to decipher and unravel the spells around me more easily. Being able to break down and understand the spells I saw would allow me to possibly recreate it.

"Kuroy?"

"Call me Nori, Miss Auteberry," I managed not to cringe. That's going to haunt me for a long while—as long as I stayed in Crown City, basically.

She merely blinked, otherwise remaining standing with two books held in her arms. "Elin, then. Congratulations on being granted a Special Pass-Key for our humble Library. Do you need me to direct you to the Magical Archives?"

Walking up to her, I nodded once. I didn't exactly dislike her no-nonsense personality. "Yes, thank you. And 'Special'?"

Elin started walking, her heeled boots surprisingly silent considering her pace; I easily kept up with her considering our difference in height.

"There are several types of keys one can get that would allow one to bypass the various wards of the building and rooms. A basic pass-key will allow one to be unmolested by the wards once public hours are over. There are the Librarian Keys which allows us access to all rooms and are only usable by the one it was given to. Then, there are the special pass-keys that are tailored specifically, depending on the individual it was granted to."

She glanced at the medallion I was flipping around. It was an oddly-shaped card made from carved wood that had a hole for something to be threaded through, while the other side ended in blunt tongs. (If it were a "key," I suppose it resembled some I saw in Ancient Chinese dramas.)

Her glasses glinted. "You have permanent access to the public and general sections of the Library in addition to the Magical Archives. You may enter other archive rooms with limitations."

I put away the Library Key in my pocket, while in actuality sending it to my Inventory so it wasn't liable to be lost. Staring at the double-doors we found ourselves stopping at, I studied the heavily engraved archway in curiosity.

"Nori, welcome to the magical wing of Westria's premier library," Elin smiled as if in anticipation before pushing open the doors.

…

"Oh my glob."

She adjusted her glasses and blinked once slowly. "Sorry?"

"Nothing."

Those bookcases had five to six shelves each and the first floor has—

[Nori, there are 5253 independent items counted in this section of the Library.]

'Thanks for doing the math for me,' was my faint reply.

"I will head back to the Law and History sections now," Elin said.

"Y-yeah, thanks," I distractedly replied as I stepped further into the wing, ignoring the others present that ranged from students (judging by their outfits) to academics both independent and affiliated with the Crown City universities.

Now, where would books to help me learn <Magical Language> be…?

[To your left, fifth bookcase, second shelf from the top.]

I walked to the bookshelf mentioned, eyes focusing on the spine of the book my partner pointed out to me.

[This would help you learn the basic <Magic Language.> <Warding Language> is a different subset that requires an understanding of the Standard.]

Right, I do remember that <Magic Language> was actually a catch-all term for the system of writing/speaking that was used for magic and that some magical beings spoke. There were dozens of different "dialects" to cover.

Well. I do enjoy a challenge sometimes. Especially one that would only benefit me in the end!

[Please do not recreate the Dragon Slave spell you were just thinking of, Nori.]

'Oops, you caught that?'

I wouldn't use it anyway, considering the level of environmental landscaping it did when Lina Inverse from Slayers cast that spell. It was just a theoretical practice idea!

[...]

Really!

[Alright.] 37 still sounded hesitant to believe me.

I'm hurt, seriously. I'm being completely (not really) genuine too! I sent him an image of a crying emoji before stopping the amusing banter and pulling the book out.

'What others would you recommend while I'm here?'

Pulling out the other texts he pointed out, I turned around and just leaned against the bookcase since it wasn't a heavily trafficked area of the archives—I wouldn't be in the way and I'd get some privacy and quiet to study.

I was so lost in trying to comprehend the language, had taken out some texts written purely in magical script (basic, so I just didn't need to read it out loud and I was safe from accidentally summoning Cthulhu) to increase my learning rate, I was surprised at how empty the archives was when I finally looked up.

A Library Sprite was floating around me, speaking in a voice I know recognized belonged to the Head Librarian. Staring at the fairy light in confusion for a moment, I pulled the Library Key from my Inventory and watched as it immediately lost interest in me and floated off.

Frowning, I stared down at the wooden pass-key. The only logical explanation was that items in the Inventory could not be detected which meant I had to buy something to make it into a lanyard (or a clunky pendant) as soon as possible.

'Sorry, what was that?' I asked the AI who was the one who interrupted me in my studying haze.

[You should probably eat something, Nori.]

'Was it dinner time?'

[That was two hours ago.]

"Oh," looking around and understanding why the wing was emptier now, I set aside the books and pulled out something that would not make a mess when I ate it from the Inventory.

[May I have permission to get programming texts to read from Earth?]

His question distracted me from trying to figure out the grammar of magic. Oh, I suppose 37 would be pretty bored with me reading all the time. And I expect that's pretty much what I'd do for the next few weeks at the least too. Maybe months. 

Back to life as a university student in another world; how ironic.

'Yeah, sure, take $5000 from my account and go wild,' I absentmindedly replied. His mention of programming had me catch an idea about magical grammar. (And 37 learning more about coding would only benefit us in the long run.)

As soon as I finished this sandwich, I needed to find a basic spellbook to double-check my idea.

…

And so, a month passed.

Yo. Name's Nori. I'm just an ordinary twenty-year-old university student—really—that woke up transported to this world called Gaellia one day. On my first day, I find myself thrown in jail and met my partner that will travel with me: an AI that I have a telepathic bond with.

[Nori, there are monsters attacking the city.]

Not my problem.

"Big Sis! I bought this dress for you!"

"Bro! Let's head to the gate to see who would get a higher kill count!"

[Nori, if you do this mission, you can read 50,000 words of a new title—]

Ah! Alright already, I get it!


**On hiatus for volume compilation**
***Volume Two being roughed out***
{Note: Written in 1st Person POV. Nori is nonbinary. Romance-free for Nori but lots of misunderstandings happen.}

Qiao Zijin could not be bothered to listen to the praises that Qiao Dongliang and the ward mate had for Qiao Nan. Although she was sitting by the side, it was as if she was transparent. Qiao Zijin was really very bored sitting there.
Qiao Zijin was also not interested in reading a decent book. She had been studying nine out of the twelve months in a year. The school holidays were hard to come by, and she refused to read such books.
However, if Qiao Zijin read other types of books, she was afraid Qiao Dongliang would chide her. Hence, Qiao Zijin could only sit there, idling for the past few days.
Even when Qiao Dongliang needed to go to the restroom urgently, Qiao Zijin was of no help. It was either the ward mate or the ward mate's family who helped Qiao Dongliang there.
Qiao Zijin felt that she would rot if she continued sitting there in this way.
Qiao Zijin was only considering the problem from her perspective, so she did not realize that she sounded very abrupt and unfilial when she said this.
Qiao Dongliang was hit by a car and operated twice on the surgery table. He was literally fighting between life and death.
Furthermore, Qiao Dongliang's injury had not fully recovered. His wound might bleed if he moved too vigorously.
If not for the occasional help of the ward mate or the ward mate's family member, it was quite difficult to take good care of Qiao Dongliang given the family's current situation.
Under such conditions, it was necessary for Qiao Zijin to stay around to attend to any emergency situations. If anything happened and there was no next-of-kin by Qiao Dongliang's side despite him having spouse and children, was it not acceptable?
Qiao Dongliang's face turned black and no longer knew what to say to Qiao Zijin.
His elder daughter, Qiao Zijin, was not only having a sweet tongue and bitter heart for Old Ding but also for him.
At this time, Qiao Dongliang was thinking who else Qiao Zijin cared about in the family of four beside herself. Her character seemed overly self-centered and cold-blooded.
"Dad, why don't we do this? Mom will keep vigil at night. Sister and I will take turns during the day." Her father might be willing to teach, but it also depended on whether Qiao Zijin was willing to learn. If they took turns each day, Qiao Zijin should have no complaints, right?
Qiao Nan knew that Qiao Zijin was targeting her with her earlier words.
"Then, who should stay today?" Qiao Zijin's expression was more relaxed and her tone was better.
"I will, but I need to go home to take something first. I will be back soon. Before I come back, Sister, you have to remain in the hospital to take care of Dad," said Qiao Nan as she thought about the job that Zhai Sheng was going to pass to her.
"Sure." It was rare for Qiao Zijin to be so big-hearted.
"Dad, I will go back first, then." Having that said, Qiao Nan brought along the thermal food container and went back to the Qiao residence as soon as possible.
Seeing Qiao Nan in a fluster, sweating profusely while catching her breath, Zhai Sheng, who was waiting at the entrance of the Qiao's residence, knitted his brows. "No need to be in a rush. You could walk slowly."
"Brother Zhai, did I make you wait for a long time?"
"No." Zhai Sheng did not mention that he had waited for Qiao Nan for almost half an hour.
"Brother Zhai, come in first." Qiao Nan opened the door and soaked the thermal food container in the water. "Have you brought over the documents?"
"They are all here."
"Okay, Brother Zhai. I still need to make a trip to the hospital. I am really sorry to have troubled you to come." Qiao Nan took a look at the documents and locked the bulk of it in her bedroom, bringing only some with her. She also brought the English dictionary along just in case.
"Are you going to the hospital to take care of Uncle Qiao?"
"Yes, I am taking turns with my sister to take care of my dad during the day." Qiao Nan nodded as she carried the documents and left the house with Zhai Sheng. "Brother Zhai, I will be leaving for the hospital first. I will bring these documents to the Zhai's residence when I finish translating them."
"Sure." Zhai Sheng did not manage to speak much to Qiao Nan. She ran off with the documents in her arms.
"Alright, you're here. Then, I will go back and come again tomorrow." When Qiao Nan reached the ward, Qiao Zijin immediately stood up and left. She only said a quick bye to Qiao Dongliang.
"Nan Nan, you are warm and sweaty. Go to the restroom to wash and wipe your face with a towel first." Qiao Dongliang's heart went out to his younger daughter when he saw that she had been rushing everywhere.
Why didn't he discover that Nan Nan was so much more filial than Zijin in the past? She was so obedient and sensible. Indeed, those who complain the loudest get the most attention.
"Okay." Qiao Nan put down the documents carefully. She took the towel and ran to the female restroom to wipe away the sweat on her face and body.
"Nan Nan, what did you bring over?" After Qiao Nan came back, she started to stare at a pile of papers and seemed to be writing something with the pen in her hand. This was unlike the Qiao Dongliang who kept his silence when Qiao Zijin was around. He was now extremely concerned about Qiao Nan's situation.
"It's some original documents. Brother Zhai asked me to help with them," Qiao Nan said as she translated the documents.
True enough, Qiao Nan was unable to recall some words that she had not been using for a long time. She only managed to clarify them after a careful search of her memories.
Having done so much translation work, Qiao Nan had, in fact, long understood that it was much simpler to translate Chinese words into English.
For Chinese to English translation, although there might be occasional errors in the grammar or sentence structure, the contents could still be understood and would not deviate much from the original. On the contrary, English to Chinese translation was more difficult. A wrong sentence structure would result in a vastly different meaning.
Therefore, when Qiao Nan accepted translation jobs, initially, she would only take on Chinese to English translation. It was only until she was more familiar and confident would she dare to take on the English to Chinese ones.
Unfortunately, the assignment she accepted was a highly difficult one that required translation from English to Chinese. Qiao Nan could not help feeling nervous about it.
"My goodness, there are so many small tadpoles-like characters. Is this a foreign language?" Curious, the ward mate stretched his neck to glance over. His eyesight was good and actually spotted some of the contents.
Looking at the words on the papers, it was a pity that the words knew him, but he did not know them.
"I say, buddy, isn't your younger daughter too awesome? She can even understand the tadpole-like language. Didn't you mention that she is just about to enter high school? I reckon even the college students may not understand those tadpole-like words." The ward mate was amazed. What talent! It was no wonder Qiao Dongliang had been telling him that his younger daughter's grades were good, and she was the scholar of the provincial middle school examination. At one glance, he knew that she was someone with substance!
"I… I am not quite sure either." Not only the ward mate, but Qiao Dongliang was also shocked when he saw the bunch of tadpole-like words which made his eyes sore. "Maybe… maybe the content is actually not that difficult?"
"Alright buddy, don't be modest. Your younger daughter is obviously not an ordinary person. She will make it big in the future. You will be able to enjoy life one day."
In comparison to the elder daughter who would rather sit there, idling and dozing off, the younger daughter was diligent to the bones and so enthusiastic in learning.
"There is only half the day left, and your younger daughter is still keen to learn. She is very clear-minded. Given her attitude, she will be able to truly learn, unlike most children. If they are forced to study, they may receive a borderline diploma in the end but with a laissez-faire learning attitude."


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Lucien’s hands were trembling slightly. Carefully he opened the book like turning to a new page of his future. Within his expectation, the words in the book were the same as the ones in the magic tomes he collected at the witch’s chamber.

He knew how to learn a language well. As long as he learned the pronunciation of the letters and the basic rules of spelling, he could learn more by himself outside of the class by reading intensively.  

Victor repeated the pronunciations patiently two to three times on each word. Lucien followed him carefully and wrote down some notes on the paper. “Read them until you becomes more fluent.” Victor said, “When it’s good enough, we’ll move to basic spelling and grammar.”

What he said was actually more like an encouragement. As a beginner, it would be almost impossible for Lucien to match the sounds and the letters in such a short amount of time.

The notes Lucien jot down were Chinese characters. He tried to relate these letters with his mother tongue, just like he had done when he started learning English. Again, Lucien read through it and he stayed focused, so the knowledge would enter his spirit library.

As expected, a new shelf labeled “Common Tongue” appeared, on which there was a black hardcover book full of the strange characters, the same one that was lying in front of him on reality.

Lucien opened the book in the library but found out only the first few pages were there, and the rest of the book was simply blank. He went through the book on the table quickly, and as he imagined, the spiritual version became complete instantly.

“Yes!” Lucien cheered in his mind.

With the help of the library, Lucien became more confident. It was very hard from the beginning. Several times later he became better and better. After what seemed like the fifteenth time, he got finally satisfied with his ability to remember them.

Of course, Lucien knew this would not last long. If he did not review that in a regular basis, they would be forgotten very soon. At the same time, Lucien also found out that his spiritual power, which helped him with the spellcasting before, could help improve his memory as well.

At this time, Victor came back to teach Lucien again. After a while helping the students, his face looked tired but also more relaxed. Probably Cohn was right: Victor was using teaching as a distraction. 

“Have you memorized all of them?” Victor asked, smiling. “Let me check it.”

Like a primary student facing his teacher, Lucien was a bit nervous. He did forget some of them, but mind then drifted into his library and he started reading according to his notes. It wasn’t Lucien’s intention to cheat, but both his money and time were limited. He had plenty of time reviewing them again in the library later.

Victor was surprised, “Have you learned before?”

Some of the students raised their heads and looked at Lucien.

“No, I haven’t.” answered Lucien.

“Impressive.” Victor commended, “Then we will start learning how to spell.”

While some students were surprised, some of them scorned. In their eyes, Lucien must have learned it before, and was just another scheming guy who wanted to impress Mr. Victor and earn the chance to be his formal music student.

Inside the study room, the three most noble among them had started learning music.

However, that did not distract Lucien at all. There was only one goal in his mind: learn as much as possible. Time is money! A day’s learning cost a lot!

“All right, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s take a break.” Victor clapped gently and then walked upstairs. At the same time, the servants came with tea and fruits.

The scent of Jasmine and lemon filled the room. Some of the fruits Lucien knew, and some he did not.

A young guy decently dressed smiled at the classmates around him, with a piece of tablature in his hand. “It seems like Mr. Victor got some inspiration. We may call it a day now, if his inspiration keeps flowing.” He looked a bit older than Lucien. His eyes were long and narrow and his nose straight. Among them, this guy was pretty outstanding.

A noble girl in a wine-colored dress was sitting right beside him. “If class finishes earlier, we’re gonna have an extra one during the weekend. Don’t get too excited.” She responded in a lazy voice, "But I do hope Mr. Victor finishes his new song for the concert as soon as possible. So we will finally be able to start practicing with the orchestra. Sitting in the room, merely reading tablatures and playing flute by myself can never compete with a real rehearsal."

Around seventeen or eighteen, she was pretty good-looking: hair long and bright red, like fire, thick and sexy lip, and her waist was not tightened like most noble girls - otherwise she would not be able to play the flute well.

Looking at her serious face, Lott laughed, “The first violinist, the man who is as handsome as a silver moon… You like Rhine, don’t you? Felicia?”

The first violinist, also called concertmaster, played a significant role in a symphony orchestra. When the conductor was absent, the first violinist would take the baton.

“I just feel he has excellent skills, much better than the last one.” Felicia argued, but her face flushed, “Don’t you think his solo for violin sonata No.1 in G minor was really impressive?”

Talking about music, Lott became serious and excited. They started discussing sonatas and suites. Other noble students also joined them, showing their great interest. Even a pretty insightful comment made by a brown-haired girl with ordinary family background won their consent. 

In Aalto, music was another common tongue.

However, consciously or subconsciously, the noble students still often ignored the others, while the common ones treated Lucien indifferently and tried to get close to the ones of higher status. For noble students it was likely that the ordinary and the poor did not even deserve their attention. There were no common things between them, as they had come from different worlds.

There were no bitter words, nor scorn. But the cold wall was always there, preventing those of different social statuses from getting along.

But for Lucien, none of these mattered. He was trying to make full use of every minute or even second, absorbing the knowledge like a dry sponge thrown into an ocean. 

Some of their humming came into Lucien’s ears. He found music here was very similar to that of Earth. There were just some differences on notes.

After a while, Lucien raised his head. The students were still discussing. Lucien took a sip from his tea cup and dove into his book again.

Unfortunately, Mr. Victor’s inspiration did not last long. Several minutes later, he walked downstairs with a tired and anxious face. 

Going back to teaching definitely helped him a lot.

Lucien worked hard. By the end of the class, Lucien remembered most of the spelling rules and stored them in his spirit library.

Their study ended around ten past four in the afternoon. Except for Lott, Felicia and another noble teen named Herodotus, who stayed to practice with instruments, the rest of the students left the hall in a row.

Out of the hall, there were two carriages waiting. The brown horses were tall and strong, snorting. The two noble students were surely envied by the rest. 

Most nobles must maintain their decent look no matter if they were actually doing well or not.

The carriages left in a cloud of dust. The other three students, however, headed towards Purple Lily district as a group, chatting and laughing.

And thus Lucien was left behind, reviewing what he learned in his mind like a nerd.

……

“You’re learning from Mr. Victor? He’s the top musician!” After dinner, Joel was quite excited, “Little Evans, are you really going to carry on my music dream?”

“Every dog has its day, uncle Joel. Probably I can.” Lucien replied playfully.

After coming back to his home, lying in his almost-broken, shaky bed, Lucien entered into his library and started reading one of the magic notes, trying to understand the words in it.

Of course, Lucien was not expecting that he could learn how to read within one-day study. He was just trying to read some to reinforce his memory.






 










"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

Author's notes
Before the story starts I just want to state a few things.
This is my first time writing and not to mention English is not my native language nor is it the official language in the country I reside in (not my native country also speaks a different language), English is pretty much only used in classrooms and such. As I have 3 languages running through my head, sometimes I have my thoughts are in a strange mishmash of these 3 languages before being regurgitated into out, so expect a lot of grammar errors. 

The name of this novel could later be changed but for now, I just followed the Japanese naming convention of light novels. This is also my way of criticizing the japs way of naming their novels, even my novel has zeros relations to the japs as it's set in a Chinese cultivation world.
Story start----
Vladimir Zelensky Dragunov was a HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts) instructor living a bland while a joyful life, while due to his anti-social behavior he has remained single to this day but Vlad isn't too concerned about that as his life's passion which is centered around Medival Europe.

Not saying that he doesn't want to get married and have kids but if you think hard enough what to entails... All of a sudden it got a lot less appetizing. Vlad would often look as his parents as a reference point, like all of a sudden you'll have this chatterbox scolding you day and night constantly reminding of how incomplete and useless you are. 
Vlad remembers how his mother scolded his father and his father just sat there and took all of it without saying a word, Vlad clearly took after his father being the silent type.
 
Vlad would remember his father telling him stories of how a woman used to be much meeker in the past when his father was still in his childhood which is pretty much unsinkable for the young Vlad.

'Oh if it were that' Vlad thought as the woman in Vlad's generation are even more vicious and insane that his father's generation to the point of making his mom look like an angel.

Vlad has heard scary stories so the wife cheats and has a child, the husband finds out and files a divorce but still has to pay for child support.

That there is the pinnacle of savagery. 

Looking at his income, his looks, his introvert nature and using his parents as a reference point, it's highly likely that he'll end up just like the guy in the story. So with a high likelihood of tragedy befalling on him, he gave up on a romantic life and instead focusing on his hobby.

Life was going well until one day he found out that he has brain cancer and doesn't have long to live.

Du Du Dam

Tragedy struck and Vlad fell into despair, he quit his job and tries to speeds the remainder of his days drinking away until his death.

However fate seems to have other plans for him as during one of his drunken he stumbles upon an ancient manuscript pertaining to the philosophers stone, he quickly fell asleep soon after but the next morning he picks up the book and wondered... Just wondered maybe...

'well... might as well give it a try' he thought as, at his time of greatest despair, anyone would try out anything no matter how ridiculous it may seem.

And so he began researching into the occult and the divine for salvation.

Months passed he his research finally bore fruit and it finally came to this, standing in the middle of a pentagram with a knife in his hand.

'a Phoenix rises from the ashes. In order to find salvation one must be prepared to be damned' Vlad thought as he cheeks everything before proceeding to stab himself in the heart.

Vlad coughed out a mouthful of blood falling on the pentagram and died.

Naturally, he didn't just commit suicide for no apparent reason according to the ancient text in order for his mind to survive reincarnation he must die at the pentagram. 

While he did find other ways to survive but he found this to be the most ideal as he was pretty much buried in debt in his pursuit of ancient forbidden knowledge. It obviously didn't come cheap and he has traveled all over Europe and coming in contact with a bunch of shady people in order to acquire them. 

With all that said starting all over doesn't sound such a bad idea and so he chose to reincarnate instead.

....

Moments passed and the next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in a cave of some sort.

Vlad examined his surroundings and found that his body has turned into that of a baby's and the next thing he notices is the pentagram beneath him.

Vlad tries to get up but fails horribly due his muscles being underdeveloped.
  
Step       Step       Step

As he was trying to get up however he hears footsteps which made him stopped whatever he was doing to listen to the source of the footsteps.

Step           Step            Step

The footsteps grow closer as he starts hearing voices speaking in an unknown language 

"$@@$$@"(this is the place where I sensed the strange Qi)

"$@$@&&@&"(oh master look at there! There's a child there!)

Soon Vlad sees an Asian man wearing an ancient Chinese costume appear and picks him up.

(master such pale skin... Blue eyes and yellow hair this boy must have a rare ancient bloodline)

Not long after another man Asian man with red hair appears and started to examine Vlad's baby body.

(strange... I have never known a bloodline with such characteristics)

Then the red-haired man looks at the pentagram on the floor for a bit trying to uncover it's secrets.

Unfortunately for the man, European dark magic works on a completely different principle than eastern mystic nonsense so he naturally can't figure anything from it.

The red-haired man frons as he decided to rip the stone slab surrounding the strange formation and placed it in his storage ring.

Seeing this naturally startles Vlad greatly as such a feat should be impossible. 
 
That guy just ripped a large tone slab and made it disappear. What is he? Superman?

The red-haired man then stared at Vlad before murmuring to the Asian guy holding Vlad 

(let's take him back with us)

(yes master)

Then they went back to the Manor

A HEMA instructor in a cultivation world 

Warning: My first novel and bad grammar

Some argue that various works by authors that do not meet the requirement of fine grammar and spelling are rubbish. Here, each person has his own opinion, and let him stick to it and impose his opinion on others as the ultimate truth, it speaks only of ignorance of life. It is diverse.

Is the work of authors with poor grammar garbage? In my opinion, no. Each author tells his story, passed through his worldview, attitude, understanding of life, his experience and thoughts about the world. It's always interesting for me to read this personally.

I'm a bibliophile, I read a lot of classic works of art, Tomass and Gernih Mana, Feuchtwanger, Mark Twain, Stvenson, Romain Roland, Galsworthy, Tolstoy and all his volumes and there are about 19 of them! I didn't read Dostoevsky, I didn't like him. But Azek Azimov, Ursuda Le Guin, Tolkien, Kipling, Conandoyle, Louis Besenar and others I read with pleasure. Li Bo, the poetry is gorgeous. Novels of feudal and late feudal China, Japan, Korea. Novels and novels by Chinese prose writers of the early 20s and 80-90s of the 20th century.

In general, I read about 10,000 books. Fiction, fantasy, poetry, historical novels, ballads, myths and legends.

After that I became interested in reading historical documentaries - about the history of the Silk Road, Archeology, History, Ethnography, Etymology, the Big Game, the story of the confrontation of imperial intelligence in the vast regions of the Silk Road.

I read about 550 books, from the 16th to the beginning of the 21st century.

I have some kind of base for evaluating short stories and novels.

Sometimes works written flawlessly in terms of grammar, alas ... they are completely devoid of meaning, they are not interesting, they do not have fascinating stories, conclusions, experience, thoughts. But work with poor grammar, on the contrary, have unique information. Of course, not all works, but there are some.

Therefore, when assessing the creativity of another person, the author, being so categorical in evaluations, says only that you have a maximalist who still knows life poorly. This is the right of choice, each person, and to impose a choice on another according to my preferences, I consider this not comme il faut. Well, here everyone has a point of view.

In fact, this is an eternal question - what is more important? Beautiful text form or good content? Bestsellers are those works that combine good text and good content.

I am the author myself. But not a professional writer, but a techie. I don't know much about composition, about the intricacies of writing good text. But I have a very interesting content. Is my story garbage? I do not think so? Do I respect the reader? Sure. But writing is better so far I can't. Nevertheless, I have my own circle - readers who are interested in my work. There are not hundreds or thousands of people, but a couple of dozen will be typed.

I write in the genre - a documentary historical fiction, there are many interesting facts about the Silk Road with which I wanted to share. If I were waiting for the moment when I could write well in terms of English grammar ... I would not be able to share it now ... maybe in a couple of years ... and still I would not be able to write like this they write - people from English-speaking countries. This is a favorite topic of native speakers to reproach those who learn this language in their ignorance of the intricacies of the language they learn, grammar and spelling errors ... As we say, the dog barks, the caravan goes on. That happens.

English is the world language of communication. Moreover, for me it is the third language. I speak English well, but my grammar is lame. I admit it. Yes, I need to teach her, but I don't think I can write in perfect English.

The overall result - write as you can, share your thoughts, in the era of information, the content itself is important and not its form. One way or another, it can help others, they can come to a new thought and write a story about your topic that you would like to read yourself!


As they say in the East - do good and throw it into the water, a person will not know, the fish will know!

Peace and prosperity!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Superintendent Ouyang was being obviously biased. She was even telling general surgery director Zhao Quanping to send a second-highest level certification doctor over to help the enemy. Zhao Quanping was so angry that even his heart hurt, but what could he do?
There was nothing that he could do. No ordinary surgery would be too difficult for Zhang Fan. Although Zhang Fan hadn't shown off any major general surgeries yet, the fact that he could perform liver tumor removal surgery at a level where even the general surgery director of Raptor City's Dee University Affiliated Hospital wanted to come learn from him, it was likely that Zhang Fan would also be skilled at the major and difficult general surgeries.
As Zhao Quanping walked back to his own director's office, he mulled over the superintendent's words. He calmed down and felt that she was actually correct. The doctors in the general surgery department were far too complacent. It was about time to make them feel a sense of loss.
All of the doctors and nurses in the proctology department were quite happy with all of their newfound work. Only by having patients would the medical staff have more bonuses. Who wouldn't want more bonus money? The head nurse seemed like she was on fire every day at work as she said in rapid succession things like: "Who's in charge of patient #17? He's smoking in his room! The doctor in charge needs to go scold him. Patient #33 is about to be discharged. Hurry and clean things up. We need to make room for the next patient." This was all because she was so energized. The head nurse's energy state would be representative of the other nurses' motivation and energy. With how things were, everyone in the proctology department would earn significantly increased income.
Although everyone was really fatigued at the end of each day, they were still really happy. Nobody liked to work in a department that the entire hospital looked down on. People would want face.
Zhang Fan's status was imperceptibly and slowly rising. Before, when most doctors from other departments saw Zhang Fan, the younger doctors would address him as Doctor Zhang, while the older doctors would simply nod. Also, few of the staff in the medical laboratory departments would recognize Zhang Fan.
But now, so many people would address him as Director Zhang. Respect came from power. This saying was absolutely correct! Before, Zhang Fan would always get embarrassed whenever others praised him. Zhang Fan would even explain to the other party that he was unworthy of such praise. Actually, others were simply praising him out of politeness, so Zhang Fan's explanation was going rather overboard. But now, Zhang Fan was getting older and becoming more experienced in dealing with Chinese society.
He would nod when it was necessary, he would speak when it was necessary, and he would stand and chat with someone when it was necessary. Maybe he was maturing! If you didn't mature and understand how Chinese society worked, things would only become harder and more uncomfortable for you since everyone here was a part of Chinese society. Maturing and understanding how Chinese society worked would help everyone save time!
Zhang Fan's parents finally returned from their Beijing vacation. They immediately cooked a meal of barbequed meat the moment that they returned home. They were both starving due to eating mostly only coarse rice over the past week. Zhang Fan's mother was someone who usually could only eat a small bowl of beef noodles, but she was eating three large bowls of nothing but coarse rice over the past few days!
"I almost starved to death!" Zhang Fan's father commented to his relatives. Zhang Fan's uncle had also been preparing to go visit Beijing through the travel agency. Beijing was filled with smog, and locals there looked down on outsiders. However, Chinese people would still have special feelings for Beijing as it was the capital. This was even more so for people of Zhang Fan's parents' generation.
A Chinese person could curse Shanghai or Hong Kong or Taiwan, but no Chinese person would be allowed to curse Beijing. Otherwise, older people would likely start an argument with you. Although the older people had all gone through the same generational events, Beijing's importance had been imprinted on them during their youth.
"It's not that serious, is it? Could it be that you couldn't even eat anything?" Zhang Fan's uncle remarked in astonishment.
"While they did provide us with three meals per day, breakfast was nothing more than porridge with plain buns and pickled vegetables. For lunch, more than 10 of us would be seated at a single table that had only four dishes which were each the size of my hand. How much food do you think those dishes could contain? During the last few days, my wife would eat three large bowls of nothing but rice at each meal. Moreover, it was the coarsest type of rice. You think we starved or not? So, you absolutely mustn't sign up with this travel agency," Zhang Fan's father told him while enjoying a large bite of fatty meat.
Zhang Fan's father then said, "Look, this is a waistband we purchased which cost us more than 3,000 yuan. We used it for only three days so far, but you see, this waistband is already falling apart. They're such a group of scammers. Yesterday, I brought this waistband over to the travel agency. Guess what they told me? They said that the waistband sellers are unaffiliated with their company, so if we want a refund, we would have to go back to Beijing and find them ourselves! Sigh, we really were scammed big time!"
Human nature really wasn't that good. Many elderly people from this neighborhood had gone on the same vacation with the same travel agency already. However, why were there still so many who were getting scammed? One reason was because this travel agency really did have many shills working for them. The other reason was because the scammed were feeling jealous. "Since I've already been scammed, it's not fair that you weren't scammed yet! I won't tell you anything!" They would think in such a manner.
Additionally, most people here in Zhang Fan's parents' neighborhood were already retired. They would have only a meager pension while maybe also working part-time for a little extra money. But now, Zhang Fan's family had even opened up a little store, as well as purchased a new apartment in the central part of town. Others were jealous of their newfound wealth!
Zhang Fan's parents had originally been slightly unwilling to give up on their old neighborhood until now. They finally made the decision to sell their old apartment here after New Year's. That was because it wasn't only their family that got scammed. Almost every single elderly person in this neighborhood had fallen for the exact same scam! The people in this neighborhood were the classical type where the poorer they were, the more they would want to make others even poorer than them!
Still, Zhang Fan's parents didn't mention anything about this to him. They felt that it had to be difficult already for their son to be out all alone in a different province. Not only that, his job was important for saving lives. Thus, Zhang Fan's mother would always only say that she was doing well and eating well and having fun every time that Zhang Fan called her. Basically, nothing at all was wrong with her life according to herself! She would never mention how starving she had been on the Beijing trip. This was simply how his parents were! They were the type who would only report about good news, and never trouble their precious son unless it was really necessary!
Since Shao Hua was currently in Thailand together with Jingshu, Zhang Fan would either go work at another hospital after his work shift or come right back home after work and study. He would split his studying by reading medical textbooks for one hour before switching to studying English for one hour by memorizing vocabulary, reading English medical articles, and learning English grammar.
Zhang Fan would seem to be as unmoving as a statue when he was reading medical textbooks. At most, he would occasionally flip a page as he read the medical textbook and combined the knowledge within with his work experience. He found it quite fun to ponder difficult medical problems.
However, Zhang Fan would seem like a monkey in a zoo when it was his time to study English. He would constantly scratch his head or touch his face in between flipping pages. He would also constantly check the English textbook to see how many pages were still remaining. He found English to be truly difficult. It was common for one word to have many different meanings at different times, which seemed really ridiculous to him. There was also grammar such as past tense or past participle which didn't exist in Chinese. English grammar really gave Zhang Fan such a headache. However, he still had to learn English. No matter if he had to crawl or kneel, the mountain known as English was one he absolutely had to climb. Otherwise, his medical skills would forever be limited. The Chinese medical field simply wasn't as well developed or skilled as foreign medical fields!
Zhang Fan felt a significant amount of pressure from the English he was learning, even though he didn't need to take any tests or use any English during his normal work. Zhang Fan's current level of English would be more than enough for any regular doctor. In fact, his current English level could already be considered outstanding here in the border province.
However, Zhang Fan had become far more ambitious due to receiving his System. He wanted to go see what world-class medical treatment was like. He also wanted to stand at the very peak of the medical world and compete with top-level medical professionals.
Zhang Fan wanted even more to research all sorts of illnesses that were still major problems for humanity. Not only would he have to open up more courses in his System for this, he would also have to absorb more professional medical knowledge. How was he supposed to do this? He would first have to conquer the tremendous mountain known as English. English would be his greatest tool and weapon. How was he supposed to conquer anything without any tools or weapons?
"Zhang Fan, you should take a rest. Look at you, you've been studying for several hours already. I purchased a small melon for you that I just washed. You need to eat more fruits and drink more water. Also, have some chicken soup in a bit. Shao Hua's cousin just brought over a chicken. I broiled it for an entire day with some root of hairy asiabell. It should taste pretty good."
Although Shao Hua wasn't home right now, her parents were really satisfied with how Zhang Fan would immediately come home after work and start studying after he ate dinner. This meant that Zhang Fan was treating this place as his own home as well!


One day, Zhang Fan, a poor medical student, receives a medical system from the future. This turns him into a new shining star in the medical field. Along the way, he must face medical corruption, competition, and infighting from other doctors, and even find time for a love life as he strives for the top of the medical field!

Hi guys! This will be my first book that I will be writing. This book will be more of an anime novel because I love anime. If you're the type to imagine the action while reading then it a will be Japanese anime, but you don't have to.

Grammar:
Sorry if my grammar is very bad but hope you enjoy.

Mistake: 
Sorry guys I made a mistake on the picture where I put town instead of City

Theirs a guy name Taname who grew up in a normal world called Earth. He’s just a teen with no parents. He grew up living with his aunt. He got his job and all but one day he woke up finding himself in a different world that uses power. He doesn’t know how he get there and so who got him there?How did he got there?

Sorry if my novel is boring for you.

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