The books are originally written in English or being translated in English.

I am a Chinese writer,and this is my first meeting with readers in English.
I don't know how people feel about my writing,I need to translate my novels with software first, and then find out the mistakes by myself, this is a very difficult thing.
There must be some mistakes in my grammar, which is mainly due to my personal language ability.

But no matter what, as long as you have any questions about my novel, please send me an email. I will change it and thank you very much in my heart.
The email address is in the introduction to the novel
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English novels are slow to update, but I hope to give my readers the update speed of Chinese novels,that,will like you read novel like use Chinese language.
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The master of all realms of the cultivation world crossed into a different world full of treasures due to an accident。
     He harvested several beauties, and at the beginning, he made the world submit to him with an invincible posture。
     Let's see how a genius can conquer two worlds with his ability and charm！！
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It was not much of a surprise as to what happened for his exams: he flunked them all, well, most of them at least. His previous grades were barely average and with his present grades, one could easily see the clear decline in his academic performance.

Xing Peng felt heavy and burdened when he got to know his grades, he knew they were going to be bad but he didn't think they would be THAT bad.
His father never cared about him, let alone his grades. Likewise, Xing Peng never cared for his drunk old man. The only one he cared about was his mother. While his grades before were barely average, now they were abysmal. He didn't want to see the disappointment in his mother's eyes when she knew of his academic performance.

But Xing Peng knew this matter couldn't be avoided. He went home and let his mother know about his grades.
Xing Peng's mother didn't say much, other than telling him to work harder next time and to focus on his studies, but Xing Peng knew that she would still be a bit disappointed in him. After all, Ai Yu was struggling to provide him better education so his later life would go smoothly, and here he was flunking his exams and not being worthy of the efforts she put into him.

Although Xing Peng's mother knew that her son was bullied by his brother at home, she ensured that the latter didn't seek any trouble with Xing Peng under her presence.
But this help was only temporary. Since she had to go and manage the small restaurant, she wasn't always at home. Ai Yu knew that without her presence, Xing Shan would definitely trouble his little brother. She could only hope that Xing Peng studied properly in school. 

She was not aware that Xing Peng's troubles didn't end at home, he was bullied at his school,too.
Xing Peng kept quiet about this matter to avoid any unnecessary worry for his mother.

Since the exams were over and his scores were already announced, for the next few days he was in a gloomy mood. He knew, if he wanted to blame anyone for his failure it would be he himself and his *sshole of a brother, Xing Shan. If he had studied and didn't indulge in those Chinese novels then perhaps, he could have gotten average grades and if Xing Shan had stopped beating and torturing him for no reason, getting grades a bit above average was likely possible for him.

But those were just "ifs", the truth was, that he had miserable grades at the moment.
Feeling down for his own stupidity over abandoning himself to those novels, Xing Peng once again turned to read the very same as he consoled himself: "Exams are already over, so reading a bit more won't really affect me for now and when the next round of exams comes, I would have already stopped reading novels and begun studying hard to get good grades."

The next day when Xing Peng went to school his friend, Li Chong, brought him to a remote corner to show him something.

"What's up? What do you want to show me, brother Chong?" Xing Peng asked curiously.

"Hmm... just wait a bit" Li Chong said as he took out his phone and showed Xing Peng some web novels.

"See, here are the translated versions of the Chinese novels in English, meant for the international audiences. I know you are struggling a bit with the English language and since you also like reading these novels, you should try reading some web novels as it will improve your English as well. It's like killing two birds with one stone" Li Chong explained.

"Really? That's amazing! But sadly, I only have an ordinary phone, nothing like yours, which happens to be the latest smartphone" Xing Peng said.
But he didn't feel too grieved over it. His family's finances were limited, given how his father wasted most of the money by gambling it away or by getting himself drunk, the family was always in a tight situation when it came to their finances.
His mother wasn't able to change this situation either, she had tried but was slapped and lashed at.

"Brother Xing Peng, why make me feel more miserable than before? I figured that, because I introduced you to some Chinese novels, your grades have dropped. Don't try to deny it, I know it. 
But your eyes aren't as gloomy as they used to be before. So now I don't know whether I did a good or a bad thing by introducing you to novels" Li Chong laughed as he put his new phone into Xing Peng's hands.

"Brother Chong... this? Why did you hand me your smartphone?" At this point Xing Peng was confused, but when he saw Li Chong taking out a similar phone from his pocket and grinning, he seemed to have realized something and immediately asked: "Is this for me?"

Xing Peng immediately regretted asking such stupid question. This was one of the latest smartphones in the market, so how could Li Chong give it to him so easily?

But to his surprise, Li Chong nodded and said: "Actually, there was an offer of: "Buy one get one free", so when I bought that phone I got another one for free. Since you are my only friend in school, I decided to gift it to you" Li Chong smoothly lied.

Xing Peng found something was off, but to give his only friend some face, he accepted his gift.
Later that day, Xing Peng's web novel reading adventures began.
His exams had just finished recently and the next round was still a good 2 or 3 months away.
Xing Peng soon noticed that reading these web novels somehow made him feel more at ease with the English language and he was rapidly improving and grasping it.

When he was back at home, his mother was obviously the first one to notice that Xing Peng was using one of those expensive smartphones that had just recently arrived on the market. She felt shocked and asked: "Peng'er, where did you get that phone from?"

Seeing his mother's concerned expression, Xing Peng laughed and said: "Mom, don't worry. My friend, Li Chong, gave it to me as a present today"

Xing Peng's mother had already heard of this "Li Chong" as Xing Peng sometimes mentioned him to her, she also knew he was her son's best friend, so she calmed down a bit, but was still shocked. 
[Peng'er's friend must be from a rich family, no wonder he can afford to gift away smartphones to his friends.] As she thought of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

As a mother, she always wished the best for her children but given the limited finances they had, she couldn't afford it.

Nevertheless, she felt happy. [If Peng'er holds firmly onto this friend of his, perhaps he wouldn't have any troubles in the society,in future.] Ai Yu thought.
Her assumption about Li Chong wasn't that far off the mark; He was indeed from a rich family, but an illegitimate child, so his finances were strictly limited.

Xing Peng got easily hooked up with the web novels; often sleeping late at times. The ones he was mostly interested in were also his favourites: reincarnation-type novels.
One novel he came across was "Divine Ice God". It seemed to have come into publication on the web novel platform only recently. There were already a few chapters released, and out of pure curiosity Xing Peng checked it out and found it quite an impressive piece of work.
Although it was only in the beginning phase, it would surely become a great novel as it developed, Xing Peng thought as he proceeded to read more interesting web novels.

Xing Peng who is a teenager with an absolutely not-a-normal life, one day gets hits by meteorite-kun and his supposedly 'end' becomes a new start in a whole new world!
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Let's journey together with the protagonist and experience this world together.

discord link: https://discord.gg/jYXaZPB


Pi was fond of reading Chinese books. At first, it was not very used to them. But the Chinese language had a magical power, in which each word was formed by special rules, and each word's form had a special meaning. This was fascinating to Pi. Take the word "mountain" (山) for example, by looking at this character, the peaks of the mountain seemed visible. 
It followed Zhang Zian's suggestions to sit straight in front of the computer and type for a while, then sit on the window sill to look into the distance and observe the busy pedestrians. After a few minutes, as the eyes were adjusted and relaxed, it sat in the basket hammock chair and read books on the tablet, then repeated the cycle. Pi enjoyed the routine.　　
Maybe Pi was already used to searching for information in the complex records of the nameless book. It was able to read extremely fast and not only was it able to understand everything, it was able to remember them. Each time Zhang Zian came upstairs to check on it, he found it reading a different book.　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed its explanation: "I've read the English versions of these books. That's why I read fast."　　
Zhang Zian nodded in acknowledgment.　
The books that he transferred into the tablet for it were the electronic versions of the old and contemporary classics, most of which had been translated into English and introduced to western readers. It was normal that Pi had read them before.　　
Pi enjoyed any type of books. Novels, traveling journals, essays, poetry, science, biography...it enjoyed all of them. To satisfy his growing appetite for books, Zhang Zian retrieved the books he read in his childhood from the storage room, and borrowed some more from Wang Qian and Li Kun. He stacked the books next to the basket hammock chair so that it could access them any time.　　
Pi was gentle with the paper books. It handled them with care, and was careful when flipping the pages, yet these didn't slow down the reading.　
Soon, Pi finished reading all the paper books in Zhang Zian's house and those he borrowed elsewhere.　　
Apart from the daily business of the pet shop, Zhang Zian had an additional task of browsing the online shopping website for discounted books. He would buy some every time there was a promotion.　　

"Master, this is heavy! You are receiving a lot of couriers lately."　
Wang Qian and Li Kun walked into the shop with two heavy boxes, and placed them next to Zhang Zian's reclining chair.　
"Yes. I bought some books."　　
Zhang Zian removed the packaging with a knife. It was book series and journals. The journals were from last year, so the price was good. Pi was not picky about the publication dates anyway.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked at the Abyssinian cat breeding book next to Zhang Zian, and asked in confusion, "Master, you've been buying so many books, but we've never seen you reading them..."　　
Zhang Zian rolled his eyes at them. "Do I have to let you see me reading? Can't I buy books for other use? Cut the crap. Go back and prepare for your exams!"　　
He didn't tell anyone else about Pi's arrival for now, especially Wang Qian and Li Kun. These two idiots had big mouths and liked bragging everywhere.　　
"Yes, Master!" They spit the tongues and ran back to school.　
After they left, Zhang Zian carried the books and journals to the second floor.　
"Pi, new books again."　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi jumped out of the basket hammock chair, and came up expectantly to look at the books. Before Zhang Zian had finished stacking the books, it took one of them and started reading greedily, nourishing itself with knowledge.　 
After seeing how happy it was, Zhang Zian felt both glad and troubled.　
A mound of books had risen next to the basket hammock chair. His old books, borrowed books, recently purchased books and journals were stacked into four peaks of a mountain. The tallest one was the same height as a person, and the smallest one was as high as the waist.　
Zhang Zian could not find the books as fast as Pi was reading them. The books would reach the ceiling in a few days.　　
Paper books were more expensive and less frequent in discount. Storage was also less convenient. Books and journals were consumables to Pi, and had little long-term 

storage value. After all, it owned a nameless book containing everything. Reading Chinese books was only to appreciate the beauty and depth of the language.　　
When not reading, Pi appeared lonely, bored and melancholic. It knew that it could not go downstairs and show up in front of other people, which might bring trouble to Zhang Zian. Even if it did go downstairs, there was nothing to do and it could not communicate with the other elfins. It might as well stay upstairs to type. But typing all day became boring too. So it often sat idly on the window sill.　　
Zhang Zian was worried about Pi, and so did Old Time Tea, the traditional Chinese medicine expert. Old Time Tea said that long-term melancholy was not healthy, and Pi would fall sick if it continued this way. In modern medical terms, Old Time Tea meant depression. When someone was alone and low-spirited for a long time without interaction with the outside world, it could end up having depression.　　
Humans were social animals, and so were monkeys. Pi might be the same, who behaved like a monkey. But Zhang Zian couldn't possibly get a troop of monkeys to play with it.　　
Many studies suggested that negative mood had a negative impact on health, and may cause a variety of acute and chronic diseases, such as gastric ulcer, endocrine disorders, hair loss, etc. He did notice a lot of short yellow hairs while sweeping the floor lately.　　
Since paper books were not enough for Pi's reading appetite, after much thinking, he decided to seek help from the omnipotent internet.　
"Pi, would you like to try online novels?" He suggested to Pi.　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi was reading in the basket chair, and was distracted by his question.　
Zhang Zian explained, "Online novels are a new form of reading as the internet grew popular. They are pretty much like the e-books, except that they were created to be shared on the internet."　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi put down its book and typed on the laptop: "Are they fun to read?"　
"Some of them are, and some are not. Online novels have a lot of genres, and are many in number. You can always find the ones you like." Zhang Zian answered honestly. In fact, he had not read many online novels. He didn't sound very confident. 　 

Leaving literary and artistic quality aside, the biggest advantage of online novels was its volume and number. Before he could find a better solution, they could at least gratify Pi's reading appetite, and chase away the melancholy and boredom.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded and typed: "I want to try some."　　
"Good. I'm downloading online reading apps for you."　
Zhang Zian took away the tablet, downloaded multiple popular online reading apps in the App Store, registered accounts for Pi, then taught it how to search for books.　 
Pi took back the tablet happily, and dived into the ocean of online novels.　　



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

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.

Yang Yan was not a professional tour guide. Her introduction was not planned or organized; she simply said whatever popped into her mind. But Tang En did not care about these things. He did not have the intention of increasing his knowledge of this university. The only reason he willingly followed the inadequate tour guide everywhere, and had made the pointless trip in the first place, was because she was Yang Yan, the girl whom he had once had a crush on for three years.
When they arrived at a statue, Yang Yan pointed to the barefooted bronze statue holding a bunch of fresh flowers in its hands and said to Twain, "This is D. H. Lawrence. He wrote 'Lady Chatterley's Lover', 'Sons and Lovers', and other novels. He is a local famous literary figure in Nottingham, even possibly as famous as Byron."
"Huh?" Tang En looked puzzled and had absolutely no idea how influential this Lawrence was. But he knew Byron. When he was in high school, he had occasionally heard one or two verses from his poems. It was normal that a high school student might know of Byron. However, the novels of D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Lawrence) at Tang En's high school might still be described as capitalism's fantasies.
When she realized that this man knew nothing of the figure who made Nottingham renowned in the world, Yang Yan's "presumptuous" fault emerged again. "Sir, are you not from Nottingham?"
"Why do you say that?"
Tang En actually wanted to say, "No! I'm not! I'm from China, and I'm your classmate ..."
"I'm from Eastwood, northwest of Nottingham…."
Yang Yan looked at him with her eyes wide open. "Sir, are you joking? Even a six-year-old boy from Eastwood knows who Lawrence is."
"Who?"
"The most controversial and unique writer in the 20th century British literature. Even now, the novels he wrote are still disdained by the mainstream literary circles in the United Kingdom. They refuse to accept and admit his works."
"Why?"
"Because his novels all depict the life of the mining class, and ridiculed and mocked the wealthy aristocracy. The class differences were very strong. The British literary circles considered Lawrence to be a sex writer, and considered what he wrote to be left-wing literature. In addition, his novel 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' was banned for decades in flagrant violation of the prevailing social mores."
"Violation of social mores?" Tang En found this reason somewhat incomprehensible.
"Well…" Yang Yan bit her lip and replied, "It was the explicit description of sex and pornography…" She felt that it was inappropriate to talk about such matters in front of a stranger, so she turned the conversation back on track. "Do you know that Lawrence was from your hometown, Eastwood?"
Tang En knew he had made a fool of himself, so he face-palmed himself, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, he was saved by the bell. A group of Chinese exchange students, clad in bright red Tang suit jackets, approached them and shouted Yang Yan's name.
"Yang Yan, Yang Yan!"
Yang Yan looked back and greeted them with a bright smile on her face.
"Happy Spring Festival, everyone!"
"Happy Spring Festival to you too!"
"Gong Xi Fa Cai, may you have a prosperous New Year and achieve academic success! Ha ha!"
A group of dark-haired Chinese people were laughing together, and Tang En already felt somewhat unfamiliar amidst their conversation, yet it was such a familiar language that he stood in amazement.
Spring Festival? Is it already the Spring Festival today?
Yang Yan remembered that there was someone behind her, so she turned to Twain and said in English, "Happy Spring Festival! Today is our traditional Chinese festival, just like your Christmas…" Then she repeated slowly in Chinese, "Chun Jie Kuai Le! Gong Xi Fa Cai!"
Tang En opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to follow her words. In the end, he decided not say them aloud.
Of course, I know what the Spring Festival means: family reunion, Chinese New Year's Eve family dinner, ringing in the new year, Chinese New Year TV special, being together with my parents and relatives, having dumplings on the 15th of the first lunar month, the wish to have an abundance every year ...
Homesickness irresistibly welled up in Tang En's mind, and was made stronger when he saw Yang Yan's smiling face especially.
He lowered his head and took out his small notepad from his pocket to quickly write down his phone number and English name, then handed it to Yang Yan. He said, "Miss Yang Yan? I admire your knowledge very much, and I have been an admirer of the Chinese culture for a long time. I always hoped to learn Chinese and about the Chinese culture. If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to be my Chinese teacher. This is my number. Once you've thought about it clearly, you can give me a call. I have some urgent business to attend to and I need to leave now. Thank you very much for being my tour guide, thank you very much! Goodbye, and I also wish you a Happy Spring Festival!"
After a barrage of words, Tang En turned around and hurried away from this place filled with the festive atmosphere and group of people.
Yang Yan held the note in her hand. She had not had time to respond. At this time, her friends next to her came closer.
"What's going on? Who's that man?"
"I think he looks like a young Al Pacino, so handsome!" Someone was becoming smitten.
Yang Yan glanced at her friend, "I don't think ..." Then she looked down at the note in her hand and slowly read the English name scrawled on it, "Tony… Tony Twain?"
A guy shouted when he heard this name.
"Tony Twain? What's he doing here?"
"Do you know him, Liu Wei?" Yang Yan asked that guy.
The guy passed her a newspaper with a big photograph on it: Against the backdrop of a raging red tide, a man clad in black pumped his fist and shouted.
"Him," the guy said to Yang Yan while pointing to the man clad in black in the image. "That's Tony Twain. The Nottingham Forest manager."
Yang Yan stared at this image for a long time, and then asked a question that made shocked the guy. "What's Nottingham Forest?"
The guy jumped up angrily, but did not know how to explain the Forest team's brilliant achievements and the status in this city to the girl who had never watched football, nor understood it. In the end, he just said, "In short, Nottingham Forest is the most successful football club in this city and has a glorious history. Tony Twain is a professional football manager. That's all you need to know."
"Oh, it turns out that he's also a celebrity." Yang Yan laughed at the guy. "Liu Wei, are you regretting that you did not get his autograph or something?" Then she handed the note to the guy, "This is his signature and phone number."
The guy refused. "I'm not a Forest fan, and I'm not so crazy that I would ask for an autograph first. You keep it. He gave it to you."
The girl next to her chimed in, "Yes, that's right. Did he not want you to be his Chinese teacher? This is a good opportunity!"
"What opportunity?"
"In the beautiful and quiet European campus, you met a polite gentleman, and he asked you to meet up again ... Oh, a solemn gentleman and a beautiful governess! What a romantic story!" The girl, who had been smitten just a while ago, snapped out of her daydream only to become enamored again.
"Ali, have you been reading too many romance novels?" Facing this group of friends whom she had made in the university, Yang Yan could only helplessly smile.
"No, Ali was referring to 'Jane Eyre,'" Another girl said seriously as she held her glasses to her face.
Ali immediately reached her hand out and swooned, "Oh, Rochester! Do you think I don't have a heart and soul just because I'm short and plain? If God had given me a little wealth and beauty, I would have made it hard for you to leave me just as it was hard for me to leave you ..."
Everyone laughed, and Yang Yan also laughed happily along with them. In the midst of their laughter, she looked down at this note, and ultimately decided not to throw it away. Instead, she folded it up and put it in her pocket. She came from a well-off family and did not need to work to earn money for her tuition or to support herself. Besides school, she had plenty of spare time to do her favorite things, such as go shopping with her friends, or find a quiet place to read. But she still wanted to keep this work-related contact number.
Why? She herself was not clear about it either. Maybe it was because his surname sounded like that person's name?
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As Tang En quickly walked through the campus, he searched his mind for this year's calendar. Every start of the new year, he had to check when the Chinese New Year would begin each year.
I remember!
Tang En stopped in his tracks.
February 1st is Chinese New Year's Eve, and February 2nd is the Spring Festival. That's right!
Yesterday was Chinese New Year's Eve, and he had led the team to victory since he coached the First Team. Today was the Spring Festival, the most traditional Chinese festival, and the most important; the Spring Festival!
For the past month, he had felt like his brain had almost short-circuited from his transmigration, and that he had been busy living in this unfamiliar world. He had actually forgotten about this very important matter. How are my parents now? Are they healthy? Will they panic about losing their son? He had never thought too much about his parents, as he was the same person even before he transmigrated. Now he felt that he was being very unfilial.
How many years had he not been home for the Spring Festival? Two or three years, or even longer?
In 2004, he had found a job in Chengdu, just a year after graduating from university. In an effort to remain in the city, he decided not to go back for the Spring Festival. He only made a call home on Chinese New Year's Eve to send his greetings. During the 2005 Spring Festival, he had already had two jobs. Although he received an invitation at the end of an alumni reunion, only a few people still remembered him. The other people were doing very well in their careers and lives, while he had accomplished nothing. Feeling down, he simply decided not to go home and damage his reputation. He would not know what to say when his parents asked him about his work. During the 2006 Spring Festival, he changed jobs again, and still used the phone to send his Chinese New Year's greetings to his parents on the way to Shanghai for business. Then, during the 2007 Spring Festival, his job was stable, and he did not have to travel work, but he simply did not feel like returning home. So, he came up with an excuse to tell his parents why he could not return home that year. As he listened to the exploding Chinese New Year's Eve firecrackers, he called again to send his greetings. He felt that he had been numb to such a traditional festival like the Spring Festival, and that it was all the same to him.
It had to be said that Tang En was not a filial child. Even if he seldom took the initiative to call home to contact his family, he had always kept the words from his heart within him. He had been this way since he was young. He had gotten used to it, and did not feel anything was wrong with it.
But now… in 2003 Nottingham, England, for the first time, he had a strong urge to call home. He wanted to hear his parents' voice, even if it were only a sentence.
He took out his cell phone, searched for his home phone number in his memory, carefully entered the numbers, then stood under a big tree and waited for the call to connect.
After what seemed like an eternity, Tang En finally heard a familiar voice on the other end of the call.
"Hello, who's this?"
This was his mother's voice!
He heard the voice of his mother and heard the sound of the firecrackers and television faintly through the receiver. The television host shouted, "Chinese New Year! Happy Chinese New Year!" For a moment he forgot to speak, for fear that he would not hear the voice coming from that distant world if he spoke. It seemed like all he had to do was take a whiff and he would smell his mother's fragrant cooking. Sweet and sour crispy fish, eight treasure rice, braised pork belly, braised pork knuckle, fish-shaped rice cake, glutinous rice meat dumplings… And how could he forget the homemade waxed sausages and meats? These were more delicious than the damn fish and chips that could only be seasoned with salt and malt vinegar. Tang En's mouth watered.
His mother on the other end of the phone did not hear anyone talking, so she asked a few strange questions again, then finally hung up the phone when she did not receive a reply.
Tang En stirred. He had missed the chance to greet his mother. But he did not have to call again. He was satisfied knowing his parents were still living well, and everything was as usual. If something were to happen to him, his mother's voice would not be so calm. Regardless of who was attached to his body now, as long as he treated his parents well, Tang En was content.
Tang En leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the blue sky, and let out a long breath.
Although the day had not yet passed, Tang En felt incomparably wonderful. He not only knew his parents were currently doing well, but he had also met the prettiest girl in his class whom he had had a secret crush on in a foreign country—even though she could not recognize him.
His mood was turning for the better after just feeling homesick, so he decided to go somewhere.


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

Fortunately, Qiao Nan was the one who posed this question today. If it was someone else, it would be so embarrassing if she could not answer it.
It was only until this moment that Shi Qing finally understood. Although she was often the top scorer in the cohort, there was nothing great about it. Regardless of how strong one was, there would always be someone better than them. This saying was never a hoax. 
At the sight of how knowledgeable Qiao Nan was, Shi Qing pursed her lips. She then made up her mind to study and learn well so that she could keep up with Qiao Nan. 
As per what her father's words, it was not unjustified at all that she had scored half a point mark less than Qiao Nan. In fact, it did not reflect the actual gap between Qiao Nan and her.
After flipping a few pages of the Oxford Dictionary, Qiao Nan felt much better. 
Just as what Shi Qing said, it was not easy to buy the authentic Oxford Dictionary because it was comprehensive and thus extraordinarily thick. The English dictionary that the Zhu family bought for Qiao Nan previously was useful but not as comprehensive.
As an individual who would like to deepen the studies of English Language, of course, Qiao Nan needed the Oxford Dictionary.
It was just that the Zhu family bought all these for her previously. Qiao Nan would feel embarrassed to express what she needed. Anyway, those given by the Zhu family were usable too. When she started to earn money in the future, she could always find a way to buy it herself then.
"Thanks for the dictionary. I profited." Qiao Nan smilingly accepted the dictionary without hesitation. "After this dictionary comes to my house, you can forget about having it back. There's a price to pay for sharing each other's weals and woes. I've suffered with you. You won't be unwilling to let me benefit from this, right?" Qiao Nan sounded bold and righteous as she took advantage of Shi Qing.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, are you a mythical beast? After it went into your pocket, I can forget about retrieving it?" Shi Qing laughed. "There's a saying that gifts blind the eyes. Qiao Nan, you took my gift. Don't regret it. From now onward, you're mine." 
"…" Obviously, Shi Qing refused to suffer any loss.
Now, the situations of Qiao Nan and Qiu Chenxi's classes were close to Qiao Nan's prediction. The number of students in Qiu Chenxi's class basically hovered at over twenty.
"Teacher Xiao Qiao, I'm quite interested in English. As such, I have a few questions that I would like to seek your advice on. I wonder if you are free at the moment." This was unlike Qiu Chenxi's class where everyone left immediately upon the end of it. At Qiao Nan's end, this type of situation gradually occurred.
Upon the end of the class, there would always be a few people who would look for Qiao Nan at the stage to ask some questions.
"Sure, you may ask." Qiao Nan was clearing up the table.
"That is… How do you usually improve your English language skills?"
"We generally classify English into two categories, oral and writing. Which aspect do you wish to improve on?" Qiao Nan put down her books and looked at the student seriously. 
"Okay…" The soldier hesitated for a while. "Actually, I wish to improve my writing. I know a little of what you taught but I don't know how to write them. It feels strange. I'm afraid I will forget them soon."
"Writing…" Such strive for progress was hard to come by. "If you wish to improve your writing, I'll give you three suggestions. First, if you can afford it, buy an English dictionary. The more comprehensive it is, the better. Memorize it every day. If you can memorize the English dictionary, your writing will definitely not be poor. There will even be great progress in your grammar. Second, buy some novels to read. The best is those with Chinese on one side and English translations on the other. Third, find some foreign films to watch. Remember, those English films with both English and Chinese subtitles. The third method will not only help in your writing but also your oral skills." 
"So complicated?" The soldier was dumbfounded. He was just trying his luck when he asked these questions.
Given Qiao Nan's age, coupled with the fact that she usually taught them English that was more practical for daily use and the common and simple English knowledge, the solider was not confident if he would really receive an answer after he posed this question. 
Unexpectedly, Qiao Nan not only replied to him but also gave him three suggestions.
Qiao Nan's teaching advice was professional but was not especially difficult to carry out.
"Thank you, Teacher Xiao Qiao. I will certainly do so. Then, Teacher Xiao Qiao, do you have any good recommendations?" The soldier asked another question.
To Qiao Nan, she felt that this question was difficult to answer. It would be making things difficult for the soldier. "As to what kind of good recommendations, that will depend on your needs and your current standard of English. As of now, it'd be better if you learn from the basics. Buy an ordinary dictionary will do. The dictionaries that are sold in our country are generally suitable for you. As for the second method, I'm not too sure what kinds of books are published nowadays. To avoid the situation of losing interest in reading, it's best that you choose short or medium-length bilingual novels to buy. Please don't buy long novels. As for the third method, you must pick the films with a genre that you like. For example, shootout or science fiction. It's best not to try the topics that you're not interested in." 
Qiao Nan could only recommend things that would only be available a few years or even a few decades later. If she stated those titles now, she would expose her secret.
"Thank you, Teacher Xiao Qiao. I know what to do now!" The soldier's eyes lit up. Qiao Nan gave a very specific answer. After having some directions, of course, the soldier would know how to improve his English if he was eager to do so.
"Don't mention it. Right, I nearly forgot. Maybe you can go and find these items." Qiao Nan tore out a piece of paper and then wrote some English teaching materials. Those were English language teaching materials used for the nine years of compulsory education. "You can read these few volumes of textbooks. The first volume teaches you the basic stuff. If you can afford it, you can also buy a tape recorder. This is because these teaching materials will normally come with a set of listening tapes. You will yield twice the results by doing half the work if you learn and listen at the same time."
"But it'll be hard to find these textbooks." The soldier did not feel ashamed about reading the textbooks studied by children, but he felt that it was too difficult to find these books. He was not someone who was schooling.
"They are very easy to find. Now is the best time to do so. Actually, at the end of every semester, many parents will think that the textbooks are not useful anymore as their children have completed their studies, particularly those whose children have graduated. These parents will sell away all the textbooks. You can look for secondhand stores. There are many books and things there. They are also very cheap. You don't need to spend much. It's just that it may be more troublesome to search for the books. You have to take some time to do so. Those books that I introduced to you are the core ones. If you really go to that place to look for them, you can also get some practice materials at the same time."
"Really?" The soldier's eyes turned even brighter. He was so emotional that the veins on his neck looked like they were exploding. 


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!"

Several days later.
The New York Times: Gone with the Wind sells out in North America!
Canada, National Post[1]: Gone with the Wind sets a new sales record!
The Australian[2]: A novel that swept across the country!
UK, The Daily Telegraph[3]: Gone with the Wind sets a new standard in literary fiction!
The New Zealand Herald[4]: An in-depth analysis of the characters in Gone with the Wind!
Ireland, Raidió Teilifís Éireann[5]: Why is Gone with the Wind such a success in English-speaking countries?
Many of the English language media and television stations around the world were reporting about it!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
This name appeared everywhere!
This was undoubtedly even bigger publicity for the novel!
For a moment, the reputation of the novel, Gone with the Wind, had become even greater internationally. More and more people in English-speaking countries found out about this book and knew about this author named Zhang Ye. Even the people of many non-English-speaking countries where Gone with the Wind hadn't been published yet had developed a very strong interest and curiosity about this novel. Some of the foreign citizens whose English was better sought their friends' help to buy the book for them. If there was no localized edition of it, they were willing to read the English edition too. They wanted to see what was so magical and amazing about this book! Once this cycle began, it became very difficult to stop!
Thus, Gone with the Wind was selling even crazier now!
The sales volume each day was skyrocketing!
3 million!
3.5 million!
3.7 million!
…
Meanwhile.
In China.
At Zhang Ye's Studio.
At this moment, everyone was screaming with joy!
Ha Qiqi was very excited. "It's a success! We've done it!"
Zhang Zuo laughed heartily. "The foreign market has been opened! This is a historic breakthrough! Even without winning the Nobel Prize, we would go down in the history books! There has never been a Chinese novel that has sold so well overseas! The sales figures must have broken all records! And it's still setting a new high every day!"
Tong Fu was nervous. "C-Can this count as a Chinese novel?"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "I'm a Chinese citizen, and I wrote it, so why wouldn't it count?"
It was written in English!
And released overseas!
And the setting was even in America too!
And you're fucking telling me that this is a Chinese novel?
Tong Fu was floored.
Little Wang said in surprise, "Who cares what novel it is! All that matters is that it can sell well! We're gonna be rich this time! It's all money!"
Wu Yi was catching his breath from the excitement. "How much money will we earn? Ever since Director Zhang's comeback, the studio has been struggling to make ends meet. We finally have money!"
Zhang Ye proudly said with a smile, "Well, the money isn't important. What's important is the fame we earn. If we can break out onto the international stage, if we can gain a spot on the international celebrity rankings, there won't be a shortage of money making opportunities in the future. So don't set your sights too low. Oh yes, when will the Russian and Chinese editions be released?"
Ha Qiqi said, "They'll be released today!"
Zhang Ye said, "Alright, let's build on that and take the next city!"
"Got it!"
"Director Zhang is mighty!"
"You're so impressive!"
Everyone was sucking up to him. But maybe, it shouldn't be called sucking up since they were truly convinced by Zhang Ye's capabilities. They were utterly convinced by him from head to toe! By writing an English novel based on an American setting, everyone had thought that Director Zhang had fucked up and that he was being too rash. He was someone who had never ever been to America before, so how could he possibly write a novel with a setting that covered the American Civil War? Yet the reality was that Director Zhang could do it. He had actually used the novel to kick open the door to the international literature market. So how could they not be convinced by him?
At this moment, Zhang Ye finally felt reassured. It was a load off his mind.
He knew that Gone with the Wind wouldn't have any problems of unsuitability in the market. That it could sell so well had absolutely nothing to do with the promotions, advertisements, or his character. It was purely because this was a good book. This was a novel that could astonish the entire world's literary field even if it was just left there. The history of his previous world had proven this point. For a person to reach the pinnacle of the international literary world with just one novel, only Margaret Mitchell had achieved that!
And now.
Zhang Ye had recreated Mitchell's achievement in this world!
…
Meanwhile.
It blew up in China as well!
The news that had made it back to China's shores from the international scene had dumbfounded countless Chinese citizens!
On Weibo.
"Holy shit!"
"Is this fucking real?"
"Did he really break into the international market?"
"Gone with the Wind has sold like crazy?"
"Zhang Ye! Teacher Zhang! Fellow Zhang! I am truly in fucking genuflection of you!"
"You can even do it like this?"
"Is this novel really that good?"
"Who the hell knows? How on earth did it sell like crazy?"
"It's sold out in America, Britain, Canada, and Australia?"
"I'm feeling a little faint. Please allow me to calm down a little!"
"I'm also wondering just what sort of a novel this is."
"Who can still get the English edition?"
"You can't get them anymore."
"I heard that the Chinese edition is going on sale today!"
"Are you sure? Then I've got to buy a copy to read it!"
"I'll have to read it too. Just what is so awesome about this book?"
"I've never read foreign novels since childhood, but I've got to read it no matter what."
"What do you mean by a foreign novel? This is clearly a Chinese novel."
"Pfft! You call this a fucking Chinese novel? None of the main leads' names are even in Chinese!"
"That Zhang Ye has really made such a great transformation in his bid to get into the international scene!"
"But it does feel like this guy has managed his transformation successfully!"
"Hai, when has he not successfully made a transformation before? As long as it's something that he wants to do, there's basically nothing that he can't do. There's really something sinister going on with this fellow!"
…
In the Chinese literary circle.
"Heavens!"
"It can even be done like this?"
"Has it really sold so crazily?"
"The novel in all of the dozen English-speaking countries like America and Canada are sold out?"
"That's something that very few foreign writers can achieve!"
"What book is this called?"
"I don't know, I can't read English."
"I've read it a little, and it seems like it's about war and life. It's purely based on American history!"
"Just how did he manage to write something like that!"
"Actually, for someone who was able to write a book like Fortress Besieged years ago, I wouldn't be surprised by any book he writes. Zhang Ye's literary prowess is just too deep! He has mastered everything!"
"But he still couldn't have possibly mastered it all the way to America!"
…
At a male idol's studio.
"Can he really do it?"
"Why do I find this so unreal!"
"It is being sold around the world already?"
"And there's even a fucking Russian edition?"
"How does he know Russian!"
"Who can tell me the answer to your question!"
"He already knows English, so what's so surprising that he knows Russian as well!"
"When will the Chinese edition go on sale? Let's buy a few copies too. I wanna know what it's about! How can someone as notorious as Zhang Ye possibly write something that could convince the international audience!"
…
The Chinese media.
"Zhang Ye's new novel sells well overseas!"
"Zhang Ye might be the number one in China's literary field!"
"Will the Nobel Prize Committee cast a glance at Zhang Ye?"
"Gone with the Wind goes on sale in China today!"
"The Russian edition of Gone with the Wind will be released soon!"
"Can Gone with the Wind sell well in non-English-speaking countries? Wait and see!"
Zhang Ye's new novel had given a great shock to many people!
[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Post
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Australian
[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Daily_Telegraph
[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Zealand_Herald
[5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raidi%C3%B3_Teilif%C3%ADs_%C3%89ireann


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

It was morning again, Long Tian woke up, brushed, bathe, ate and went to school. In school however, he was very cautious about his words, as the system said he can propose to anyone regardless of gender, Long Tian did not even use the words I and You even in basic conversations.

Soon, it was snacks break at 11AM. A chubby hand landed on Long Tian's shoulder, it was his friend Shi Cheng. Although you can't call him a friend as Long Tian didn't have any, he was somewhat close to this Shi Cheng. He got along well with this "Fatty Shi" as the other students call him.

But now, thinking back to how in every System Novel the MC always has a Fat Friend in school, he immediately got annoyed after seeing this fatty smile like Maitreya Buddha.


As if noticing something wrong with his expression, the fatty asked "Bro Long, is there something wrong, tell me if there's some trouble, I, Fatty Shi will go and solve it for you."
Long Tian frowned. "Fatty, How many times have I told you not to call me Bro Long, address me as either Bro Tian or Long Tian. That name Bro Long is so overused that almost any random villain in any random novel will have it."


Author's Note : Bro Long or Brother Dragon. This name will be very familiar to you if you have read a lot of novels. Like literally for every 5 novels on the internet, 4 will have a villain who is called Brother Dragon.

"Haha.. sorry sorry, don't get angry Bro Lon.. I mean Bro Tian. I was just joking."

"Cut the crap, what did you find me for?" Asked Long Tian.


"Well, you know Bro Lon.. *cough* Bro Tian that even though your other subject scores are average, your English score is the highest in class, so this Fatty here would like to borrow your English notes for preparation. I will give it back at lunch."


What Fatty Shi said was true, Long Tian's Chinese and English scores were above everyone in class. Long Tian liked languages very much and always wanted to learn various languages. 

This coupled with the foreign trips he went to with his parents every summer from a young age, his English was slightly better than the average Chinglish. Even though his english is not understandable to those foreigners, he was a step ahead of his classmates. He still had a strong yearning to learn different languages.


"Fine, whatever.. just take it." As such, Long Tian gave his English notes to Fatty Shi.

Fatty Shi became ecstatic and happily took Long Tian's book.

"Haha, truly my Bro.. If it were not for your notes and help I would have failed this damn subject long ago. Thank you bro, I Love You, I'm really grateful. Fatty will never forget your help." 


After those words of joy Fatty Shi hurriedly went back to his place. Then, suddenly

[Ding]
[Task Complete!]


"Pfft.. How is the task complete?, it was for me to propose my love right, how did somebody else's 'I Love You' trigger my mission completion!?!?"


[Ding, Works Either Way.]

Long Tian lost his mind. " This.. you call this PLOT??, this is a bloody Plot-Hole. Damn you, you stupid system, you are a Plot-Hole System. Nothing makes sense."

[Reward : All Attributes +5, Appraisal (Supernatural Ability), God of Cooking (Skill)]

Long Tian is your everyday average person who just wants to lead a normal & peaceful life. But things just don't tend to go our way in life, suddenly receiving a System that seems to be a shameless combination of all the systems from the various overrated System Novels that he hates, his peaceful life is now a pipe dream. Let us follow Long Tian in this refreshing journey and see what fate has in store for him.

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*Picture in the cover does not belong to me.*

So we finally got here. I have finally decided to tell the truth, the beginning of the story comes from a Chinese zombie story and a man who had the power to transport himself into a supermarket, the name Duke comes from another Chinese novel and the concept of the protagonist powers comes from another Chinese novel. So basically this novel is a hodge podge translation of all other different stories with some ideas stolen from different novels hence you can tell that it has some similarities with some Chinese novels not related to One Punch Man.
When readers began to pressure me for the link of the story I wonder where I can get the link of the story from for you since it does not exist unless I pull the link out of my ass. Which is impossible by the way since my ass does not have a link to this story. And the repeated comments that I can easily translate more of the story, no I can't refer to explanation earlier unless of course I translate more of the chapters from my ass. Which is impossible, so please do be more reasonable. Imagine the writer trying to write more chapters which he has to pull out of his ass while fearing the readers demanding for the link to the story and asking the writer to translate more of the chapters.
For your information I can't read Chinese, English educated, sad to say. Only my wife and child can read Chinese. As for my stories, all I can say is that I am very good with female characters, I wrote my first story with a female character in wattpad, it got more than 500,000 views within 6 months, oodles of crazy fans and now it should be up to 1 million views. There are also many fan fictions written about the main female character of my story. As for male characters, I am not so good at writing them... unless you like Duke ? Do you like Duke ? Tell me you like Duke ! Oops ! Got carried away there. By the way I never ever signed off on my story to the publishers after they offered to buy my character because just like Saitama, I am a part time writer for fun !
So, I have to apologise to my readers for telling you that this novel is translated, since you will find that this novel is different from other Chinese novels and there is a substantial difference ! So for all my loyal readers, I leave it to you to decide the fate of the story, "Reincarnation in One Punch Man World !". I would like to finish Part 1 of the novel Reincarnation in One Punch Man, but I leave it to you the fans to decide the fate of this novel. Please post your thoughts on the comment below whether I should continue or stop writing this story. I will of course go with the flow of the majority of the readers decision..... pss... don't lose to the people that want to stop the novel ... cough ... cough... I did not say that. I believe in freedom of opinions, I freely believe your opinions are wrong and that mine are correct...
So for today I will stop posting new chapters of Reincarnation in One Punch Man World and let you loyal readers vote to decide the fate of the novel.. cough... don't lose... cough... after today if more readers want me to continue, I will finish Part 1 of Reincarnation in One Punch Man World. After Part 1 is finished, I will be on hiatus for a while, writing this story while I am being shouted at to post more chapters have led me to make many mistakes on the story. But if you like my frantic way of writing the story then I will continue... if not all good things come to an end.
So please let me know the fate of the novel, if more people like it after one day of voting then I will continue. And please promote this novel with more power stones or tell your friends about it, because I am extremely bad with computers. But I do think I am a half decent writer, since this story was written without any outline... to begin with, in other words I pulled the story out of my ass...
So with that adieu until we meet again.

Translation from a Chinese novel about a person that reincarnated into One Punch Man. I love the novel so I am translating it here. If there is not enough readership I will drop the novel but if interest is high I would continue. If I drop it you can still read the complete story if you can find the original Chinese novel. Enjoy !

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