Male omegas are always the protagonist of the genre Omegaverse, but how about the otherside of that coin.

Find out how a common female Omega struggle to survive in a "Male Omega World".

Something worth mentioning was that the teens and young adults were easy to trick.
A society with great social benefits allowed people to be fed without needing to work, but it could also kill a person's drive. Why would so many foolish people run to IS to become sex slaves and soldiers? People in most developing countries thought it was incomprehensible foolishness. But from a different perspective, most were searching for excitement to appease the adventurist spirit hidden in their genes.
Of course, Jiang Chen was recruiting agents, not terrorists.
In seven days, Celestial Trade received a total of 437,401 applicants from all over the world. Just like what Jiang Chen expected, most of the applicants were from western Europe, some were from Russia and even South America. Because of the influence of tradition, applicants from Asia and the Middle East made up only a small percentage. Due to the lack of internet infrastructure in Africa, the number of applicants from there was nearly zero.
Jiang Chen was pleased with this result. It would be against his intentions if he tricked his own people.
After seven days of deliberation, Ayesha chose 117 qualified applicants from the four hundred thousand applicants and forwarded them to Celestial Trade. Immediately after, Barkary responded to the applicants and arranged plane tickets along with necessary documents.
These people boarded different flights and finally arrived in Melbourne before taking a chartered flight to Coro Island.
The third day.
Under the bright sunshine, around one hundred lively figures walked out of the Coro airport. They had colorful luggage, wore beach clothes and slippers, and looked like a planned field trip group from a high school.
They had varying skin colors, but most of them were white.
The high number of foreigners simultaneously showing up at the airport made locals turn their heads. Even with the increasing number of tourists, this was not a common occurrence.
On the street not far away, Jiang Chen asked Ayesha while facepalming:
"Why did you just choose girls?"
Ayesha tilted her head and used a defensive tone:
"Didn't you tell me to do as I wanted?"
Although Jiang Chen didn't mind, in Ayesha's traditional culture, a qualified wife could not have excessive contact with men other than her husband, let alone lead training where contact was common. Therefore, even if 80% of the applicants were male, she stubbornly chose a hundred females out of the remaining 20%.
Because Jiang Chen trusted Ayesha so much, he didn't even ask for information about the selected applicants beforehand.
Jiang Chen was speechless as he let out a sigh, his head throbbing.
"Okay. That's fine, just train them well… All in all, I'll have to count on you for this since I have to return to the other side soon."
He was prepared to make a speech to the new recruits, but upon seeing all the chatty girls, Jiang Chen lost interest. He left Ayesha in charge and took off by himself.
Staring at Jiang Chen's back, Ayesha nodded with seriousness.
Her serious expression meant that the new recruits would suffer.
Jiang Chen didn't realize that the "Ghost Agents" who could make people tremble in fear were surprisingly born on this ordinary morning.
…
When the girls got off the plane, they waited at the spot instructed by the email.
For a lot of them, it was their first time leaving the country. Everything here seemed so refreshing to them. They exchanged names on the plane already, but now, they gathered in small groups taking photos and discussing how to spend their 80-day "vacation."
Celestial Trade didn't make them wait for long - three buses appeared in front of them soon after their arrival.
Six female soldiers in kinetic skeletons and an indifferent looking girl walked up to them. Ayesha called their names off her list. She crossed off the seven people who hadn't arrived, divided the remaining people into three groups, and assigned seating plans.
While cheering, the girls loaded their luggage and boarded the bus as if this was a field trip. Then Ayesha and the six female soldiers all boarded their bus and signaled the first bus to start moving.
Ayesha sat at the front of the bus in silence as she glanced at the talkative girls. Although the girls had yet to understand the situation, when they arrived on the island, she would make them understand that this was no joke.
An Asian girl who was sitting beside a window quietly gazed at the scenery outside. In contrast with the rowdy crowd, she looked quiet and a bit left out of the group. The black hair falling over her shoulders looked silky. With her glasses, she really looked like a dedicated student.
"My name is Penny. I'm from California, what about you?"
Beside her was a blonde white girl who was chewing on bubble gum. She looked at her with a grin. Judging by her appearance, she seemed to have recently graduated from university.
"Zhu Yu, Michigan," Zhu Yu said softly.
Penny's eyes lit up.
"Michigan? My grandma from my mom's side is from there too. I spent three years there… You don't like to talk?"
Zhu Yu smiled peacefully.
"Not exactly. I just don't know what to say right now."
"You could say a lot of things… For example, why did you choose to be an agent?" Penny attempted to make small talk.
Zhu Yu titled her head as she thought. "Because I want to live a life without studying… What about you?"
"Me?" Penny laughed. "I want to live a life that doesn't involve having an endless amount of parties to attend. Of course, there's also the fifteen thousand salary."
Zhu Yu smiled but didn't speak.
Compared to her introvert personality, Penny was an extrovert.
"Also, what were your test scores?"
Penny was proud of her test scores as all three subjects were above 80. For her, a fresh university graduate, it was an unimaginable achievement.
"91,98,100," Zhu Yu answered honestly.
Penny looked at the high-school-looking girl with an expression like she just saw a ghost.
"God, do you Asians know all the answers from the moment you're born?"
Zhu Yu only smiled and didn't respond.
She received too many compliments like this in school. The reason why she chose to leave home for this place was to escape her planned-out life.
Although she was an adult now, she had to use a lot of courage to make the decision to leave the life planned out for her by her parents. But she believed that this decision would pay off.
What she didn't know was that, within two short hours, she would start to regret her decision.
Before signing the contracts, Celestial Trade repeatedly reminded the applicants that the job wasn't a joke.


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


The reason Feng Luo felt that the game of War was connected to Earth was that, apart from the familiar equipment and weapon names, the names of people and places also served as proof.
When it came to the names of NPCs, there was great variety. Apart from Chinese names like Jing Xiang or Ah Lan, there were also Western names like Andre and Old John. There were even Russian name endings such as -chev and -sky, and the name "Lin" was definitely a unique name.
Under most circumstances, large cities of the Federation contained a mixture of NPCs with different types of names and skin colors. For citizens of the Federation, it was not unusual at all for their names or skin colors to differ. However, there were also cities where people of certain skin colors and names represented the majority.
Dongsang City was one such city. It was a large, second-tier Federation city (second to main cities) with a population of over five million. The most prominent specialty of the city was that it contained a huge number of people with traditionally Asian features, with Japanese names and characteristics. Feng Luo had once been there for a mission, and when he'd seen those names, he had wondered about the connection.
And from what the white-collar woman said next, he was certain about his guess.
Her expression was cold. Seeing that Feng Luo had chosen his disguise identity, after which the other identity information within the chip self-destructed, she continued to speak.
"Next, we'll get into details about the examination mission. Dongsang City is situated east of our land. It is a large city beside the ocean. It joined the Federation seven years ago! However, although it is under the jurisdiction of the Federation in name, and the public democratically chooses the government, the person who controls the city is the military chief of the city: Federation Lieutenant General Ichiro Yamamoto!"
The white-collar male NPC's eyes moved, and information on an individual appeared on the floating screen. This was a yellow-skinned Asian wearing the lieutenant general uniform of the Federation who was not very tall. He looked very cold, but he also had a solemn expression. His gaze seemed to indicate a certain degree of cruelty.
"Apart from being an important port city of the Federation in the eastern seas, all of Dongsang City is also an important military base of the Federation against the rebel army. According to our intel, Ichiro Yamamoto secretly made close contact with the higher-ups of the rebel army a while ago, and he has already promised them that in the next ten days, he will initiate a coup as they break off from the Federal Republic! Almost all of the higher-ups of the military of Dongsang City have agreed to his decision because these people are loyal to him!"
At that moment, the female white-collar NPC finally showed some emotion. Clearly, she was somewhat angered by Ichiro Yamamoto's betrayal.
"As for your examination mission," she said, "you are to use the identity of the disguise chip, head to Dongsang City, and complete some tasks according to the requirements. Apart from trying to obtain important information, when necessary, you'll have to cooperate with our agents to assassinate or even just kill Ichiro Yamamoto!" 
The white-collar female NPC sounded as cold as ever, and her gaze while looking at Feng Luo was intense.
Feng Luo looked right in the eye, and he allowed no shock to show on his face, nor did he try to avoid her gaze. "Of course!" he said.
It was just killing an NPC. Even though this character's identity was that of a lieutenant general, he was still just a bunch of data. Similarly, this woman was also just a bunch of data.
"However," Feng Luo said, shifting his gaze and scanning the two NPCs, "I have some questions, and I need you to answer them!"
Far from not feeling annoyed by Feng Luo's choice to take the initiative, the male white-collar NPC displayed respect and smiled before asking, "What's your question?"
Feng Luo considered for a while, then asked, "The first question. For a mission of such a large scale, it must not be just me taking part, right?"
The male NPC nodded and said, "That is correct; it's not just you." He changed the image on the screen again. It was now a full map of the Federation. "For this examination, each of the 33 main cities of the Federation—apart from the main city that Dongsang City belongs to—will send out one adventurer to take part in the qualifier, and every main city region (meaning the area containing a main city) will have 10 candidates, which means…"
320…
Upon hearing the number and the mission description, Feng Luo knew that the difficulty of this mission was far greater than the previous mission in Roguetown. Especially because although he still did not know the conditions for receiving the "qualification to take the examination of the hidden profession change," he knew that for him to obtain the opportunity to take part in this mission, it had at least something to do with achieving an "S−" assessment in the primary mission of the epic "Resident Evil/Biohazard" mission.
For the rest of the participants, even if they'd obtained their entry ticket via other means, it wouldn't be a surprise to realize that it wasn't easy. They were definitely elite players.
Now, the question was, among the 320 competitors, how many would be successful and end up with the hidden profession in the end?
Feng Luo did not hide his thoughts and asked directly, "How many vacancies are there for the Special Agent?"
"Five spots for the first recruitment. The top five candidates of the mission will become a Special Agent straight away. After that, there are 15 backup spots reserved for people to take part in the next exam!"
Feng Luo nodded. "If it's 60 to one, the difficulty is still acceptable!"
He knew early on, based on the post of Death Roar, that the hidden professions in War weren't unique to just one, so he didn't find it odd that they were recruiting more than one agent.
"However, theoretically speaking," he said, "in any mission, if I were to get first place, there must be advantages, right?"
Given his personality and strength, he naturally had some ideas about being the "Number One Agent."
The white-collar male NPC admired Feng Luo, and he answered diligently without annoyance. "The higher your ranking, the higher your cumulative points in the mission. The points themselves will be a sort of reward. Of course, the one ranked as number one will receive a special reward at the end. We don't know what it is right now." 
Feng Luo stared straight into the male white-collar NPC's eyes. "Last question—which is also the most important question. After becoming a Special Agent, are there any specific benefits? Also, will there be any conflict between my current Sniper profession?" 
In truth, this was what he wanted to know most. Because if the Special Agent hidden profession created a conflict with his Sniper profession and made it so that he could not use a sniper rifle, he would definitely choose to give up this opportunity, no matter how difficult it was to get this chance!
"In regard to the specifics of the benefits," said the NPC, "it's not convenient for me to reveal them to you here. However, from the equipment that we provide you for this mission, you might be able to notice something… Apart from that, I can tell you that the Special Agent profession and your current profession will not conflict. In fact, the Special Agent profession will not only result in zero conflict with your current profession, but it will even provide you with extra power…"
"All right," said the male white-collar NPC. "If you don't have any other questions, then please act according to the mission chip."
******
After Feng Luo had left, the male white-collar NPC turned around and took off a one-sided transparent screen that he'd pasted on his eyes so that Feng Luo could not detect him. He said to the female NPC, "The overall score of this candidate is probably the highest so far!"
"Yes," she agreed. "Memory, observational skills, thinking ability… He scored high in every category. Especially the first category, memory. The test system analyzed that according to the reaction measured in his pupils and facial expression, he memorized at least 95 percent of the content. In five minutes, normal people would have probably only been able to speed-read it once."
"This is currently ranked second among all the candidates. Moreover, it's 10 minutes faster than the third-ranked person, with 25% more content memorized!"
The female NPC, who had maintained a cold expression, now revealed a look of shock. "If it weren't for the crazy abilities of that 17-year-old young lady who ranked first in the memory test… he would have definitely been able to be first in this category!"
The male NPC also showed shock that he did not try to hide, then said, "Yeah. He only scanned through it once, and it looked like he permanently memorized them like photographs. He could probably even repeat the content accurately without missing a word—or even draw an image just like the original. If a talent like this wasn't an adventurer, the higher-ups probably would have hired him immediately on special grounds."
"Among all the adventurers, there really is quite a lot of talent. There's a good chance that we, Storm City, will be able to get an official Special Agent spot!"
"The only thing is… I'm a bit worried about that young lady. Her physical traits and combat strength are so low, and it's highly likely that she will be eliminated…"
"All we can say is that it'll come down to her luck!"


As an international mercenary, Feng Luo entered a technologically advanced parallel world during a mission.

After living several years in the new world, an online sci-fi game called War became popular across the entire Star Federation.

Desert Eagles, Barrett, AK-47, Apache, RPG... One after another, familiar gears awakened his memories of the past!

Terminator, Zerg, Resident Evil, the Force,... The missions that appeared after a system update made him even more suspicious and shocked! As such, Feng Luo entered War and became a sniper.

Tang Yue was deeply aware of this point.
From the look of it, socialism with Chinese characteristics was universal, literally.
Choosing to terraform the Martian atmosphere clearly wasn't worth it. This project fit for God was in no way easier than creating a Dyson ball. If human civilization had the ability to create a Dyson ball, they probably wouldn't have much interest in a godforsaken planet like Mars.
Atmospheric pressure on Mars was a hundredth of Earth's. To create a greenhouse effect to raise the global temperatures required immense amounts of energy.
Furthermore, Mars didn't have a magnetic field that reduced the radiation concentration. Under such radiation, normal creatures could hardly leave.
If creating carbon dioxide to raise global temperatures was within Tang Yue's realm of imagination, artificially creating a magnetic field was something only a deity could accomplish.
"Lady, stop laughing at me. Haven't you been single all your life as well?" Tang Yue quipped. "It's just the pot calling the kettle black. We are both the same."
"Oh come on, the pot calling the kettle black?" Tomcat kicked Tang Yue under the table and rolled its eyes. "You can't find someone, but she's not interested in finding anyone. What do you mean that you are both the same?"
"She's about to evolve into a monster known as a female professor, alright?" Tang Yue kicked back. "Female professors can only marry Saint Seiya[1]."
"Saint Seiya?" Tomcat didn't get it.
"In the pyramid of societal love, the matching of men and women isn't equivalent." Tang Yue explained. "Men are inclined to find women a level lower than themselves, while women are inclined to find men a level higher than themselves. Therefore, probability-wise, female Bachelor's degree holders will marry male Master's degree holders, and female Master's degree holders will marry male Ph.D. degree holders. As for female Ph.D. degree holders, they can only marry Saint Seiya… This is also where leftover men have bottom socioeconomic status, while leftover women have the top."
"So, after beating about the bush all day…" Tomcat scratched its head. "You are proving that you are a bottom-class leftover man?"
Mai Dong hugged the tablet computer as she floated in the core module, looking at its white inner-linings without a word.
Tang Yue was right. She had been single all her life. In the past twenty-five years, she only had a handful of friends of the opposite sex. She had never held the hand of another guy despite her age. In an era when other girls were getting three boyfriends a year, she was extraordinarily staid and silent.
Mai Dong was the kind most guys would like. She was smart and slim. Even though she wasn't short, she appeared petite. She had a very classic Asian face with soft facial features. She looked very plain without makeup on, but her dark, bright eyes spoke for themselves.
Old Wang once gave a very objective comment: If this lady were to openly put herself on the market for boyfriends, the number of people who came could form a company of men.
Typically speaking, such an excellent girl wouldn't be a leftover.
However, Mai Dong had spent four years completing her Bachelor's degree as a single person before spending another three years completing her Master's degree as a single person.
It was because she was quite an introverted nerd.
No matter how excellent you were, once you were an introverted nerd, it basically meant zero chances of having a rich and satisfying life.
Mai Dong spent most of her time in university as a recluse in her dormitory. She never went out in summer because of the heat, unless necessary. In winter, she would huddle herself in blankets on the bed because of the cold. The rest of the time, she would hole herself up in the library. During term breaks, she would punctually appear at the library's study areas at seven in the morning, spending time with her research buddies, eating together without staying together.
Along with the worsening air quality of Hangzhou, Mai Dong preferred wearing a face mask and hat, covering herself up fully. She also kept her hair short, so it was difficult to tell if she was male or female from afar.
"Why didn't you find a boyfriend at university?" Tang Yue asked. "You could use him as a long-term food coupon. Mai Dong, with your assets, you could even find one, keep two hanging, and even have a bunch of spare tires… Thinking back to my dorm mate, he was quite a tragic spare tire. He thought that he had succeeded in pursuing his goddess, but in fact, she only treated him as a food coupon. He paid for everything—meals, karaoke, movies—when they went out during weekends. He didn't even get to touch her hand."
"Your dorm mate was that stupid?" Tomcat asked.
"Love makes one blind." Tang Yue threw up his hands as he acted profoundly. He wore a look as though the untainted him had seen through life. "You have no idea how much my dorm mate liked that girl. He called her some school belle of some campus, extolling her to the skies. Even at night, he would murmur her name in his sleep. The first time he met her, he said that he had thought about how many children to have and even their names."
"Isn't this a common illness of long-tenured bachelor dogs?" Tomcat asked. "They are good at making deep illogical conclusions. A girl might glance at them, and they might think that a previous life's love was being continued in this life. In fact, it's only because they had their fly open."
"Is that so?" Tang Yue was alarmed. "Why haven't I experienced that before?"
"It might be because you have already evolved. You aren't a bachelor dog," Tomcat said. "You are a lone wolf."
Tang Yue nodded in enlightenment.
"What happened next? Did your dorm mate realize what was on the girl's mind?"
"She obviously noticed it, but he believed that his persistence had touched his goddess," Tang Yue said. "In the words of my dorm mate: 'Humans are not a stalk of grass or a tree, how can they be emotionless? There will come a day when she discovers it and realizes deep down that she truly loves me.' For this, my dorm mate spent an entire week getting up in the middle of the night to knit a scarf as a birthday present. Inside it, he even sewed his initials and the words 'I LOVE YOU.'"
"What happened in the end?" Tomcat asked. "Did the goddess discover that the person she loved deep down was him?"
"Before that day arrived, the goddess ran off with a wealthy guy who had just returned to the country."
Tomcat fell silent for a few seconds.
"What a tragic story."
"Therefore, leftover men not only have the bachelor dogs and lone wolves lining the bottom, but there are also heartbroken people." Tang Yue stirred the seeds in the beaker. The light above him was dim—to conserve electricity, they typically only switched on a simple light. In the dim Kunlun Station, the man and cat sat there chatting as though they were sharing late-night stories.
"I later saw that so-called goddess." Tang Yue shook his head. "Her figure was only slightly better, and she was not even as good-looking as Mai Dong. Indeed, it's different strokes for different folks."
"Hey, hey, Tang Yue!" Mai Dong shouted out Tang Yue's name through the earpiece. "What's the meaning behind your last sentence?"
"Not as good-looking as Mai Dong?" Tomcat asked. "Then, if Mai Dong's looks are a ten, how many points is that dorm mate's goddess?"
"Mr. Cat—!"
Tang Yue recalled and made comparisons deep down. "If Mai Dong is a ten, that girl is probably a six, at most seven."
Tomcat nodded.
"See? At the end of the day, Mai Dong is better."
[1] Reference to a Japanese manga/anime.


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

Yang Ming had always been ignored by the Li Zhichun father and sons. In their view, Yang Ming was not important. They simply did not regard Yang Ming as a character.
Before today, they even had the stupid and naive thought that the Huang Family could get through the disaster entirely because of Huang Xiaofei's mouth, which persuaded that dumb*ss, Zhang Jingyao, to help him. This fool would also regret it sooner or later.
But today, Li Zhichun and his sons saw a different side. It seemed that the person who had all the power to determine everything was Yang Ming; it had nothing to do with other people!
Huang Xiaofei or Zhang Jingyao, they should not be the leaders of this matter, and Yang Ming was the one who knew Li Qiang and General Kars.
Judging from the seats of Yang Ming and Huang Lele and their arrogant attitude, Li Qiang and General Kars may have a lower but not higher status than him!
So what did this mean? The cold sweat of the Li Zhichun father and sons immediately came out, and Li Zhichun's face became pale. "Yang Ming, we've underestimated him."
Li Tianjia and Li Tianyu seemed to have thought of the same problem. If Yang Ming was really the mastermind, could he be disadvantageous to the Li Family?
While Li Zhichun's family was in fear, the bidding had officially started.
In fact, the bidding process was far from the heroic and sensation of the auctions. Most people had similar fair prices, and the bids were also concentrated on the more profitable gold mines and diamond mines. They did not compete on other mines.
At the entire bidding conference, the main event was the tournament at the end. Each mine owner would send a female slave who was either trained by them or a fighting master who they hired from other places at a high price to win the final victory.
Among them, the most bidding was done by a Euro-American person. He was sitting behind Yang Ming. This was considered as the top position in the whole venue. Of course, the order of these positions was also allocated according to their own economic strength.
That this guy could sit here meant that his own ability was good. When he bid, Yang Ming noticed him, and he obviously noticed Yang Ming too.
From the beginning of Yang Ming's entry, this guy's eyes often looked at Yang Ming, General Kars, and Li Qiang. Of course, he just threw a few glances at Huang Lele next to Yang Ming, and he did not do further assessing.
Obviously, he was a very intuitive person. From the nameplate in front of his seat, Yang Ming learned of his name. Bobby, a very common Euro-American name, was nothing special.
However, Bobby had his wealth and status today because of his keen observation. When Yang Ming "inadvertently" looked back, Bobby keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.
"Hi, sir. I am Bobby, an investor." Bobby smiled and looked at Yang Ming, talking at an appropriate speed.
Yang Ming did not have to turn back when he wanted to observe someone; he could just observe with his special abilities. However, Yang Ming did it deliberately to see what kind of person Bobby was and if he needed to get acquainted with him.
After all, Country X was now his own territory. If Yang Ming could get acquainted with this kind of big investor in his own territory, he would try it.
However, Bobby obviously did not want to give up any opportunity.
"Hi, have you invested in a lot of mines?" Yang Ming nodded to him and spoke casually.
"Yeah, hehe, who doesn't want to make a fortune? Who would complain that they have little money?" Bobby suddenly rejoiced to see that Yang Ming did not disregard him. "Sir, are you here to invest too?"
Yang Ming shook his head and smiled. "Do you think I am investing?"
After listening to Yang Ming, Bobby was slightly stunned, but then he laughed. "Of course, we are all here to invest in you."
Yang Ming was a little impressed by Bobby's quick reaction. He could figure out that Yang Ming was the real behind-the-scenes leader from just a few details. It seemed that this Bobby was a smart person, and it was a very happy matter to deal with intelligent people. Yang Ming also welcomed these people to invest in his private island.
"I welcome your support," Yang Ming said faintly.
However, these four simple words had greatly increased Bobby's interest, and his mood was extremely excited.
If Bobby could sit in this position at the bidding, it meant he had something extraordinary. The bidding seats were arranged by the number of mines that these mine owners once owned, so this also represented Bobby's glory in Country X.
There must be a close relationship between him and General Kars. Now, Yang Ming was sitting in the VIP seat while General Kars and Li Qiang were sitting aside. Moreover, when Yang Ming turned back to talk to him, General Kars did not show anything. Especially when Yang Ming said the words, "I welcome your support," General Kars would have heard them since he sat not far away.
What did these four words represent? This represented the rights to the land and absolute power! It was impossible for someone who did not have absolute power in Country X to say such an arrogant sentence.
Yang Ming said this sentence naturally instead. This indirectly explained Yang Ming's identity.
Bobby could easily guess Yang Ming's position in Country X. It could be said that if he got acquainted with Yang Ming successfully, then he would be able to stand firm in Country X. At least, he would not be bullied.
Bobby was not afraid of other mine owners bullying him. He had a lot of armed forces in his hands, but he feared Country X officially bullying him. The power in Li Qiang's hands was not something that they could compete with.
"This is my boxer. What do you think of her?" Bobby pointed to an Asian girl in front of the ring and asked.
Yang Ming's eyes looked to the front of the ring where Bobby's finger pointed.
Indeed, in a row of Euro-American black female boxers, the Asian female boxer appeared to be a little thin. Some of the black female boxers were twice her size.
The Asian female boxer stood there quietly; she looked very depressed, unlike others who were gearing up. However, Yang Ming did not have the slightest scorn for her. In the eyes of this female boxer, Yang Ming saw indifference and numbness. Other than that, there were no emotions on her face.
Yang Ming's heart was suddenly astounded. He once saw such an expression in the eyes. The female assassin who broke into Wang Xiaoyan's villa had similar eyes! It could be said that when a person achieved such a level, he could not be regarded as a person anymore, but a machine that harvests human life.
They would simply obey the orders of the master to kill someone. If he did not achieve your goal, he would never give up.
However, Yang Ming certainly did not think that there was any connection between the female boxer in front and the female assassin who broke into Wang Xiaoyan's villa last time. Although this kind of person was relatively rare, there would be someone like this out there. At least, he heard from Fang Tian that the Butterfly Family could train such an assassin.
However, the Butterfly Family was only training for others; they would not train such a killing machine in their own family.
At this moment, Yang Ming was somewhat impressed by this Bobby. He could actually get such a killing machine. Perhaps, this boxing match already had results.
Although the muscles of this Asian female player were not very developed, and there were no muscles on her, in many cases, killing people did not require too many bodybuilding muscles.
As long as the muscles of the legs, arms and other parts were routinely trained, one could complete some strange killing moves. Wang Xiaoyan was a typical example.
Although Yang Ming did not hate those women who were covered in muscles, Yang Ming did not like to sleep with them on the same bed.
"Not bad. How much did you spend on her?" Yang Ming asked in a plain tone.
"Not much; five million dollars." Bobby was not sure if Yang Ming could understand the underground boxing match, and he was not clear whether Yang Ming could see the special features of the Asian female boxer. Therefore, he could only tell the truth for Yang Ming's question.
However, the special features of this female boxer could not be noticed by ordinary people, including the other female boxers on the stage and the mine owners below the stage. They all looked at the Asian female boxer with mocking eyes.
In their opinion, Bobby was purely making a fool of himself. Did he dare to put such a thin woman in the ring? Wasn't she the kind of character who would be defeated in one punch?
In addition to Bobby's Asian female boxer, there was also another Asian female boxer on the stage, Li Lexin. However, Li Lexin was now warming up seriously in a Muay Thai costume, so the others did not underestimate her.
Muay Thai had its own strength. Although many online legends said that Muay Thai originated in Emei, some also said that Muay Thai was created by Nai Khanomtom [1] in the 18th century Ayutthaya Kingdom.
However, no matter what the truth was if a martial arts could be passed down for many years, it must have its own strengths. Therefore, the people on the stage did not dare to take lightly Li Lexin who seemed to have real skills.
Bobby's Asian female boxer was standing still on the stage and looked like she was here to make up the numbers.
"Five million dollars? It's very cheap." Yang Ming was telling the truth. Five million dollars was not expensive for this kind of killing machine. How much money could an assassination mission earn? Therefore, it seemed that Bobby had gotten a big bargain.
"Yeah..." Bobby did not even know whether Yang Ming was praising him or being sarcastic to him because Yang Ming's face had no expression at all. Bobby was a very perceptive person, but he always could not understand Yang Ming's real thoughts when he was facing Yang Ming. "I also met her by accident. When I saw her, I almost ignored her. If it weren't for her amazing performance, I wouldn't pay so high a price."
Bobby did not understand Yang Ming's real thoughts, so he could only explain it self-servingly.
"She is a killing machine..."


Yang Ming is an underachiever in high school. Unmotivated, he skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. However, by an act of goodwill and fate, he obtains some high-tech contact lenses that give him superpowers. Together with his gangster street-smarts and ruthless fighting skills, it doesn't take long for him dramatically change his life for the better.
As his journey unfolds, he battles against society's big guns and attempts to bring justice into an unjust world. Along the way, he has many interesting and romantic encounters with the ladies who are charmed by his shameless flirting.
How will he use his superpowers?
Will he be able to overcome evil and bring justice to the world?
Who will he choose to be with at the end? 
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After the race, Dai Li had made things right once and for all. Just as he had said, the athletes had originally complained because they thought they were better than the members of the relay team, and assumed they would help the team perform better if they replaced them.
This was the way sports worked—you let your performance speak for you. It was normal for an athlete to find things unfair when he saw people who weren't better than him got more opportunities and exposure.
But in this competition, Kun Shen, Yueyang Zhu, and Tingshan Chen had all failed. It made all the people present realize that the members of the relay team weren't easily bullied, and that they were all excellent athletes who were better than the top athletes on the track and field team.
Many people had wanted to join the relay team after their success, but they disregarded this dream when they saw how great Dong Qian and Yihao Wu were. It would be humiliating if they insisted on joining the team if they were not good enough.
A lot of people were shocked by Dong Qian and Yihao Wu, but afterwards realized that Dong Qian and Yihao Wu couldn't have won the match if they were not good. There were over 20 teams involved in the competition; they hadn't won this through luck.
Dai Li's coaching impressed all of them as well. Da Li had held the title of coach on the national team, and there were still many coaches who thought Dai Li was too young to be a coach. They didn't respect him much, but after this match, no one looked down on Dai Li anymore.
In under three months, Dai Li had helped Dong Qian and Yihao Wu become successful. Dai Li could take the credit for this, as other coaches couldn't have done this well with Dong Qian and Yihao Wu in such a short period of time.
In the sports world, your performance was the only thing that could do the talking. In this industry, competition existed. If you won the contest, you won all the respect and fans; if you failed, you received nothing. This also applied to the coaching industry.
If you compared a young coach who had won first place to an old one who had never won a competition, surely the former would be more popular. Although the coaching industry valued experience a lot, the truth was that championships were equivalent to experience.
Take the NBA for example; if a coach got three or four championships, even if he was young, no one would consider him inexperienced, and they would put his name next to other excellent coaches.
Dai Li was a good example. He was talented and good at coaching, so of course he would win the public's respect. People like Baojun Sha and Guodong Li, who had competed against Dai Li before, toned it down and gave up their tricks.
Dai Li didn't get distracted, and his training went smoothly.
…
As late August arrived, the National Games officially began.
To be honest, the public didn't pay much attention to the events in the National Games, as they thought many events were just weak athletes playing house.
A spectator sport demanded public attention. However, many sports fans were already spoiled by high-level competitions, and wouldn't be satisfied by an average contest. Once you tried Kobe beef, you would never find regular beef tasty.
The same applied to the National Games. Many events weren't interesting at all, and couldn't attract audience, such as track and field events. The athletes sucked, and no one wanted to watch these events.
Basketball did not fall under this category. There wasn't any foreign aid allowed in the National Games, which made the game easier to predict. If a basketball team invited just one excellent athlete from the NBA, they would surely win the entire competition. You could see everything in this kind of game, including exciting plays and defeating other teams. The audience would be intrigued. However, the games that weren't that fancy and required less proficiency would probably make the audience drowsy.
There were some events, however, that attracted people. Ping-pong, for instance, was a game that had a lot of top athletes. It was a lot of fun seeing the chemistry between top-notch players competing with each other in the National Games. Their performances were even better than those in the National Championship competitions.
…
On the Jiangdong team, Coach Guangzhi Cao, the one in charge, held the newly-released list of names and said, "Any team that took part in the National Games is not an easy team to beat. Although we have Yue Zhao, the champion of the Asian Games, we will not take this competition lightly."
Guangzhi Cao took a look at Yue Zhao and continued, "Judging from the structure of the groups, we missed two strong teams—the Huajing team and the Gangdao team, who are both in Group B. We will only have to compete with them in the final round. Of the teams in our group, we have Jun Xie from the Nanling team, and Zitao Wei from the Shangchuan team. They are top athletes from the national team as well."
"Coach, are we in the same group as the Hanbei team?" Yue Zhao asked.
"Let me see. Yep! We are in the same group as the Hanbei team. It looks like they caught up in the qualifying match. But don't worry, they are not as good as we are," Guangzhi Cao said.
"Coach, I think the Hanbei Team might be really tough to beat," Yue Zhao said.
"Oh?"Guangzhi Cao checked the Hanbei team's list of athletes again.
"Dong Qian, Yihao Wu, Jialiang Zhang; who are they? I have never heard of them. Anyone meet them during the 100 or 200m sprint?" Guangzhi Cao asked.
The athletes shook their heads.
"Cooch, I remember that the Hanbei team didn't join the 100 or 200m sprint," someone said.
"Did they fail to qualify?" Guangzhi Cao curled his lips, looking scornful. "Don't take these candidates who can't even qualify seriously. The fourth runner on the Hanbei team is named Kenan Shen, I know him."
"Coach, is that Kenan Shen? The one who won second place in the national games last year?" an experienced team member asked.
"That's right. That's him. Kenan Shen isn't a common name, so I don't think there isn't another guy shares this name," Guangzhi Cao said.
"If it is really that Kenen Shen, he is over 30 years old. I remember that he was already a big athlete when I attended the national games for the first time. I thought he retired, as there hasn't been much news about him lately," the experienced team member explained.
"He is over 30 years old and still running? Impressive. But we don't have to worry about him since he's so old." Another athlete turned around and said to Yue Zhao, "Yue Zhao, you are wrong. The athletes on the Hanbei team are neither old nor famous. How could they be tough?"
"Because their coach is Coach Li!" Yue Zhao said with a serious look.
"Coach Li? Which Coach Li? The one from the national team?" Guangzhi Cao asked.
"Coach Dai Li," Yue Zhao said.
"So he is a Dai Coach! Then what is there to worry about? Why are you so serious." Guangzhi Cao laughed, looking relaxed.
"No, not that 'dai!'" Yue Zhao knew Guangzhi Cao had mistaken it for "assistant coach," so he explained, "His family name is Li, and his first name is Dai. His name is Dai Li."
"Dai Li? I think I've heard that name before." Guangzhi Cao frowned, trying to remember where he had heard it.
Yue Zhao continued his introduction. "Coach Li was the coach that trained me when I was on the national team. I couldn't have won first place in the Asian Games without his special training."
Guangzhi Cao suddenly looked serious. It took a lot of talent to raise a Asian champion. He had to take this coach seriously.
Yue Zhao went on. "Also, during the relay race in the Asian Games, Jun Xie and Zitao Wei got hurt, so we had to ask that broad jump athlete Haiquan Fang to join us. I was the third runner, and Haiquan Fang was the fourth. Coach Li only needed one day to get us working cohesively."
"I saw that competition. You and Haiquan Fang were so in tune with each other." Guangzhi Cao shook his head as he said, "It's impossible. How could you be so in tune after just one day?"
"I didn't believe it either, but it happened." Yue Zhao sighed deeply. "When I think about it, I still find it unbelievable. But we did it."
"I am not saying I don't believe you. I just thought the teamwork you exhibited didn't seem random or new," Guangzhi Cao explained.
"Coach Li explained later that it was because he had trained all four of us in a way to develop smooth cooperation." Yue Zhao continued, "Haiquan Fang was originally from the Hanbei team, and I heard that Dai Li has been his coach since then."
"Two Asian Games winners! I am scared," Guangzhi laughed.
As a coach, Guangzhi Cao couldn't show his true emotions to others. His laughed to comfort and calm the athletes.
Yue Zhao laughed awkwardly. He reminded Guangzhi Cao with a quiet voice, "Coach, Sijie Yang is actually also a student of Dai Li. In the Asian Games, Sijie Yang beat me and won first place, and back then his coach was…"
"What? Three champions in a row?" Guangzhi Cao was so surprised that he yelled.
Champions in the Asian Games were not just cabbages that you could buy in every supermarket. Plus, there were only a few gold medals to be had in the Asian Games' track and field events.
Under these circumstances, Dai Li could win three medals in the same competition. If getting three gold medals could make you shine, Guangzhi Cao would be blinded by Dai Li's light.
Guangzhi Cao couldn't laugh this time.
…
Shuren Zhao and Li Xue sat side by side on the grandstand.
"Although some athletes had good performances in the sprinting events in the National Games, the results weren't as good as we thought they would be. We didn't see as many unexpected winners as we had hoped for. Instead, those who were predicted to win did so, and those who had been expected to lose failed," Shuren Zhao summarized.
"I personally hoped to see some unexpected winners, but it was a shame that no one had showed up." Li Xue continued, "Our next move is to train Sijie Yang carefully for the sprinting games. I intend to offer him more opportunities so he can get some more competition experience."
Shuren Zhao nodded in agreement. "If there are any international games, sign him up. Don't worry about losing, as failure is also good experience. If he loses today, he will win tomorrow!"
As they were talking, the starting gun fired, and the first round of relay race began. Shuren Zhao suddenly stopped talking and looked at the track.
"Eh?" Shuren Zhao made a questionable sound, gazing at the track intently. There was an obvious gap amongst the runners as the runners passed their batons.
It was at this time that Shuren Zhao suddenly commented, "How could this leg have been so fast? In just one leg the gap between the groups has been widened."
"Doesn't this seem familiar?" Li Xue smiled.
On the track, the third leg had already started. Shuren Zhao suddenly shouted, "The Thai team!"
"You've got a sharp pair of eyes." Li Xue gave him a thumbs up and continued, "That's right. They are using the Thai team's skills. Their athletes don't have advantages in speed; in fact; they are actually slower than other teams. But they saved time and gave themselves an advantage with their smooth cooperation during the race."
"Which team is this?" Shuren Zhao asked immediately.
"The Hanbei team," Li Xue said. "It must be the team Dai Li is coaching. I can't think of any other teams that would use this method."
"Your favorite student?"
Li Xue leaned back in his chair and watched as Dong Qian rushed to the finish line and finished in first place. He said, "Dai Li is really good at coaching. In just a few months he was able to learn from the Thai team and make the skills his."
This student will surpass his teacher eventually. Li Xue smiled, satisfied.
…
In the first round for Group A, the Hanbei Relay Team ran the fastest and entered the final round. They had also won the public's attention with this victory.
It was a common thing for a strong team to garner more attention as the competition went on. Take the Huajing Team for example; there were three top athletes on this team, including Sijie Yang. Sijie Yang was the 100m sprint champion in the Asian Games. Any team he was on would have a better performance, which was why the Huajing Team was the favorite to win the competition before the game even started.
This was also the case for the Gangdao Team. They were able to join some international competitions because of their special geographic position. This had helped them gain more experience. Their team members were also very professional, and their best performances had even been better than the national team in some past contests.
As for the Hanbei team, there weren't any celebrity athletes; there were many names people had never heard of before. Therefore no one really cared about the Hanbei team prior to this competition.
Things changed after the first round. None of the teams who had gotten through the initial round were weak. Making it to the final round was a sign that this team was excellent.
More than half of the athletes standing on the track were from the national team, including some Asian champions like Sijie Yang and Yue Zhao. Compared to their teams, the Hanbei team seemed a bit awkward.
Before the race, all the athletes from different teams would say hi to one another. Those who weren't on the national team had become friends with athletes who were, as they had come across each other in big contests so many times.
The athletes on the Hanbei team were the only ones who didn't know anyone here. They hadn't had many opportunities to take part in different contests, let alone meet top notch athletes in big competitions. Surrounded by strangers, they could only stand around awkwardly.
Dai Li saw quite a few acquaintances, including his former colleagues who had showed up to the match area.
…
Li Xue looked at the races with interest from the grandstand.
This is going to be fun. The athletes on the Hanbei team were not excellent athletes themselves, but had won because of their excellent teamwork. Let's see whether speed is more important than teamwork this time.
Just as Li Xue finished thinking this to himself, the starting gun sounded.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

A soft thrumming permeated the silence. The upbeat music accompanied the vibrating gadget, alerting of an incoming call. A door opened and a lanky man came out, only wearing his boxers. He had a towel draped over his shoulders, his left hand using it to wipe the excess water from his hair.

 "Hello?" Came the baritone voice.

 Silence.

"...It's okay." He answered in a controlled tone. 'Not really...' Yet his inner voice begged to differ.

 Another brief pause as the guy listened to the caller.

 "No need to apologize. I was about to call and say I wouldn't be able to make it anyway...Yeah, I'm busy..." 'No you're not. You've been anticipating this day for a long time...'

 He moved on to his bed and fell on it with the phone still held to his ear.

 "It's alright. See you soon..." 'Yeah...maybe next year.'

Lucas ended the call. For a minute, he remained still. Then he sat up with a swift movement, the hand holding the phone raised up and poised to throw the phone against the wall.

 '...'

 'Nevermind...' Phones aren't cheap nowadays, destroying one so he could vent wouldn't be worth it.

So instead, he settled with the next best thing. He stood up and kicked the side of the bed.

A loud bang resounded as his foot connected with it.

Something he regretted immediately as he hopped in place, his hand clutching his injured foot.

A few minutes and some curse words later, Lucas found himself seated on the bed. His gaze fell on his clock.

The green indicator flashed on 7:56 p.m.

There's still time. Instead of focusing on his throbbing toe, he opened his phone and messaged his friends.

"Hey...took a rain check. Turns out I can play with you guys after all."

He looked at the bottom of his phone and saw his friends' avatar's move down. An indicator with round buttons appeared in an instant.

 OtakuGirlXX, ArcticMonkey, Spartacus are typing...

 " ✺◟(∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗)◞✺ Yayy~!!"

"Great! See you there Luke!"

"The gang is complete!"

His friends' reply came in succession. Their reactions made a smile appear on his face. Atleast some people were excited to see him. He completely forgot his recent pains, both emotional and physical.

The online game, Infinitia Online was about to go live. He wasn't supposed to make it. This day was his birthday after all. If things went the way he planned, he'd be in a restaurant with his family. But as per usual, the schedule changed. He should've learned by now. And yet, he kept hoping.

'Is it really wrong to hope to be with my family during my birthday?'

Lucas shook his head to clear it out. Pity parties aside, he needed to get something to wear. Otherwise, he'd risk getting a cold. He went to the cabinet and took out clothes he can get comfortable in. Performing a body check before he immersed himself in the game, he realized he wasn't that hungry. He'll check things out with his friends, maybe finish a quest or two then if he gets hungry, he'll just log out.

He looked at his laptop, situated on his bedside table. A browser was opened to the Infinitia website.

The site didn't have a lot of information. It was quite straightforward, actually. It only had the name of the game on top and a timer with a simple instruction that sat below it.

'Plug in your Virtual Reality Console while staying on this page. Press the Play button once the countdown reaches zero.'

Great reviews about the game have spread through the entire gaming community. Gaming and reaction videos from alpha and beta tests of the game spread through the internet like wildfire. Naturally, his gaming buddies knew about it and two of them even participated in the tests.

Game popularity is usually dictated by the innovations it presented. It had to offer something new compared to the other VRMMORPG's in the market.

In the case of Infinitia Online, there wasn't much hype about it in the beginning. Only that an unknown company created and produced the game. Other top games had the backing of well-known companies. So it was only natural that people ignored it.

It all started with a game teaser in its official website. The caption read, "Would you like to live in a world separate from your own? One where magic exists and you get to play the hero?" which at the time seemed too common for a catch phrase. The publicity didn't work. The game didn't gain a following and after a time, the developers went silent. A few months later, the underestimated game made a comeback with a gameplay video to boot.

The game brought new meaning to the word virtual reality. The former could be disregarded as the latter gave it more emphasis. The graphics was too genuine. As if it was a movie shot in real life and polished with awesome effects. At first, debates and speculations ran wild about its authenticity. Some people remarked that it must have been a short movie opening to promote the game. Whilst others hoped that it was the real thing.

The whole conflict reached its conclusion as they released gameplay videos and more details. Suffice to say, the reaction and attention it gathered was more than overwhelming. Some game elements and features were also revealed.

There were some features that were the same as most games. They dulled the pain sensation to avoid detrimental effects on the body. They also imitated some human biological conditions to make things realistic. But the pervasive truth was that the "graphics" were beyond its years. "It's like I got transported to a different world and wore helmets and swung swords!" "It's so real that I could actually feel the fine hairs on my avatars skin when I ran my hand through it!" "I actually perspired after I did some monster hunting!" were some of the reactions posted through different sites.

Because of these reasons, and coupled with peer pressure, Lucas finally caved in. He got roped in by his friends to try out the game.

"Well here goes nothing!" After sending a message to his friends that he would be logging in, Lucas placed the Virtual Reality Gear on. He felt as if his body got sucked into a vacuum and after a few seconds, everything went black.

 

~*~

When Lucas came to, he found himself standing in a dark room. "Wow, the developers did good..." he murmured to himself.

"…"

"What am I standing on?" he observed when he felt a wet sensation on his feet.

"Water?! Am I standing on water?! Hmmm…" His gaze went up as light flashed a few steps from where he stood. It was a floating crystal shard, hovering up and down. The object seemed to beckon him.

"I guess that's the log-in panel. Might as well get through with this."

Reaching out to the crystal, he heard a voice echo inside his head. "Hi! I'm Tir! Thank you for responding to our cry for help! What's your name?" a soft female voice said coupled with a flash of silvery white light.

After the blinding light show faded, a girl about the size of a twelve year old floated in front of Lucas. She wore lacy white vestments and her face radiated with an expectant smile. On her head was a white beret with a feather design.

"I'm Luca—wait a minute! If she's asking for my name then she must mean my character name right?" Lucas started to say but the rest turned to mumbling as his right hand went up to rub his chin. He wasn't really good with names. Usually, he settled with names of actors he liked. This time, it took a while before a name of a certain actor crossed his mind. Well, not really. More like the character that the actor portrayed in the movie. He was about to say his new name when he hesitated.

His eyes had a deadpan look. Remembering the times when his friend Mikhail had used "pet" names. Just because his friend found it hard to pronounce the names he chose.

"Oh…Leonardo Di Caprio this time? I'll call you Leo."

"You got that from Robin Williams this time I presume? Meh, will call you Rob!"

"Now it's Johnny Depp? Too wordy, Jon will be okay!"

Those memories made him cringe. So instead of using the real character name Ulrich, he chose to change how it was spelt. Alric. Yes, that would suffice.

Upon reaching a decision he looked at the waiting girl who had her head tilted to the side "I'm Alric! It's spelled as A-l-r-i-c! Nice to meet you!"

Yes, he didn't choose a jester's name. That would be too hard to live down. Yes, the character and portrayal was great. But he didn't have what it took to carry that name.

The girl chuckled, "Hello Alric! Before you enter our world, may I ask you a few questions?" and as she did she floated towards him.

"Ummm…sure! She might be asking about my character…"

The girl twirled around and shouted with glee "Yaaay!"

"First things first, what will be your race?" She asked her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Oh! Asking that all of a sudden huh? There isn't even a choice? Well…an elf would be nice--woah!" He yelled when small particles of light engulfed his whole body.

When the light faded, the first thing he noticed was that he wore different clothes. It was mostly made of leather and cloth and had a green and yellow theme. Apart from that, he noticed something felt a little different.

He raised his arms and observed them. He seemed more slender than his usual build.

'I wonder if I look any different' and just when he thought of it, a floating mirror appeared in front of him.

"Whoa! I take back what I said! I look nothing like before!" That was putting it lightly. In actuality, Lucas' appearance became more feminine and refined. The word androgynous popped into his head as the more apt description. For a more common term, he seemed to have transformed into a "beautiful" man. However, the most noticeable difference was that he had pointed ears.

He did different poses in the mirror. Imitating the models in the commercial ads he had seen. "Wow! I definitely look like an elf! Complete with the pointed ears. Not to mention the green eyes! This is awesome!" He got a little bit sidetracked, excited at the level of detail. Gone were the days that you looked at a monitor and used sliders to change your avatar's appearance.

"But I'm curious, let's see…how about an orc?" This time he wasn't that surprised, well not enough to elicit a yell and embarrass himself.

First, he noticed was his height and built. He was a bit taller than his elven form and his build a little bulkier. Complexion-wise, it was light green and he had tattered clothes on. He looked like an orc alright, complete with two canines sticking out of his lips.

With a huge smile plastered on his face, Alric tried different races. From a vampire to a werewolf, a demi-human and every single race he could think of. Most of them were available but there were some he tried that seemed to be nonexistent in the game. The NPC beside him remained patient, awaiting for him to settle on his final choice.

"To have so many choices at my disposal, and this is the first question. This is hard…"

"I guess I'd go for a human?" He said and finally returned into his normal appearance. The only difference this time was his eyes which looked bigger than his small squinty ones. Bigger than his usual European Asian eyes.

"Are you satisfied with the way you look?" The girl asked which made Alric look at the mirror. He always had unruly hair in the real world and he didn't want to have that problem within the game.

"I was wondering if I could have easy to style hair?? One that isn't...like mine?" He said with a sheepish look. With a flurry of lights, his hair changed to a shorter and cleaner look.

"Will that do?" Tir asked afterwards.

Lucas' hand went up and ruffled his hair. True to his request, his hair didn't get messed up. After his hand left his head, his hair had turned back to its "fixed" form. He wasn't the vain type of person. The only reason he requested it was because he disliked fixing his hair if he had to go somewhere important.

"Yeah. This'll do. Thanks!" He answered as he turned back to Tir.

"Are you more inclined to using magic in a battle or fighting with a weapon?" The little girl asked, her face taking on a more serious look.

"Well, I would say I'm a mixture of both? I like to be able to attack my enemies with a weapon. But I also want to use magic when the need arises." He explained. In the games he played, he usually played a hybrid character. He played the role of mid-vanguard, he stayed in the middle of the formation. He did this to protect the mages and healers at the back while dishing out damage as well.

"Wow! What a unique class! I wonder how you'll turn out to be? That will be it! Enjoy your stay in our world!" The NPC answered which kind of confused Lucas.

He didn't know that she was asking about a class. Before he was able to react, the NPC twirled around and burst into bright lights. He covered his eyes not knowing what to expect next.

The sudden noise reached Lucas' ears, prompting him to open his eyes.

Wanting to escape a life full of monotony, Lucas caved in and joined his friends in playing a newly released virtual reality MMORPG. The game didn't fail his expectations, offering a level of realism that was above par compared to others. They didn't expect that they'd be trapped in an unknown world that is familiar and yet so unlike their own. The only way to return is to unravel the mysteries of this new world and unite with the Gods to push back the darkness engulfing it. The situation was met by protests from the players as they were placed in a situation they couldn't control. Before any of them could reject the request, another bomb was dropped on them. "If you don't save our world, your world will also perish."

The national team's lounge was full of joy at this time, Zhang Guan broke the 200-meter world record, so the coaches and athletes are celebrating for him.

After everyone celebrated, Director Ma shouted to Zhang Guan to come to his side.

Director Ma said to Zhang Guan, "There is one thing I have known for a long time, but I am afraid that it will affect your game status, so I have not told you. Now the track and field World Cup is over, I will tell you simply! At the Asian Games, you have to participate in the two middle distance running events of 800 meters and 1500 meters. The center has already answered."

"The center agreed?" Zhang Guan asked eagerly.

"The promised is agreed." Director Ma nodded, then said, "But there is a prerequisite."

"I knew it would be like this." Zhang Guan smiled helplessly, and then asked, "No problem, I promised to come down."

"You didn't ask what the conditions were, you just agreed? What if you were pitted?" Director Ma said with a smile.

Zhang Guan shrugged indifferently and said, "Anyway, if I don't agree, they will not let me go to the competition. Sooner or later I have to get on this thief ship, so I might as well just be happier!"

"Your so optimistic," Director Ma said, holding out his hand, and then said, "I will count it for you. Your Asian Games this time, you want to participate in 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 4 times 100 meters, long jump, 800 meters, and 1500 meters, right?"

"Yes," Zhang Guan nodded.

"If we don't count the 4 by 100 meters, then you have six remaining events to participate in. You must ensure that in these six events you have to win the championship, then the General Administration will let you participate." Director Ma said.

Zhang Guan's heart suddenly ecstatic, he went to the competition in order to get the championship. However, in terms of expression, Zhang Guan frowned deliberately and said, "There are a lot of unexpected situations in this official game, and the situation is also changing rapidly. Who can guarantee to win the championship."

"If you can't get the championship of these six events, you won't be able to think about middle distance running! At least before the next Olympics, give me a good sprint." Director Ma said.

"The center is afraid that my energy is too scattered, and that it will affect the performance of the sprint event!" Zhang Guan said.

"I'm also afraid that your tail is too warped, I don't know if you know that the sky is thick!" Director Ma continued.

Zhang Guan nodded, "That's okay, no problem, six championships are six championships! as for the 4 times 100 meters, as long as the other few don't fall off the chain, I will get back the championship back to you!"

"Don't be too full of yourself. You saw that in the 800-meter race, Bahrain's Carmel won the championship. The West Asians are world-class in the middle-distance race. Let's not talk about this Carmel. Yesterday, Ramz also won a medal in the 1500m project. In addition to Bahrain, Carmel and Saudi Arabia also have several African naturalized athletes. Their strengths are first-class in the world. At least it is no problem for them to enter the Olympic semi-finals. It's just that this time it was limited by the number of entries, and so they didn't come." Director Ma persuaded.

"You can rest assured, how many world champions have lost to me over these years! I'm afraid there will be seven or eight, one or two more is even better." Zhang Guan said confidently.

...

An interview with Zhang Guan is being broadcast on the TV screen.

"Zhang Guan, as the king of the world sprint, winning the 200m event is something that everyone had expected before the race, but I think no one must have thought that you can break the world record of 200m! Did you have a hunch that you can break the 200-meter world record during the game?" A reporter asked.

Zhang Guan thought about it and replied, "This is not at all. I was enjoying the game at that time, so I didn't think about breaking the world record until I crossed the finish line and saw the final result before I realized I broke the 200-meter world record."

"Zhang Guan, I saw rumors that you already have the strength to break the 200-meter world record, but you were deliberately hiding your strength before, right?" Another reporter asked.

"This is not hiding strength. It is because there are fewer 200m games. Many Grand Prix and gold leagues will not set up a 200m game so I have no chance to express myself." Zhang Guan said.

A reporter immediately asked, "You now have three world records, and they all are sprint events. It can be said that you are already a well-deserved king in the world of the sprint. In the competition yesterday, you also showed the world your strength in the long jump event, I don't know if you have any ideas or plans for other events in the future? Such as high jump? Pole vault? Or hurdles?

Zhang Guan remembered not long ago that he was allowed to participate in the middle distance running of the Asian Games, so he said, "Next I plan to try middle distance running."

The surrounding reporters immediately raised their spirits. Zhang Guan wanted to enter the middle distance running project, which was more attractive than the previous two topics. A reporter immediately asked, "Is it the 800 meters for the middle distance run?"

Zhang Guan said, "800 meters and 1500 meters, I want to give it a try."

"Oh..." This answer made the reporters more excited. If Zhang Guan just ran 800 meters, it was still within the scope of comprehension. After all, 800 meters and 400 meters have some common places, but for the 1500 meters, it's different. This has nothing in common with Zhang Guan's previous sprint events. Zhang Guan, as a sprinter, will go from scratch to the1500 meters.

A female reporter asked expectantly, "How long do we have to wait before we can see you galloping in the middle distance race?"

"I have applied to participate in the middle distance race in a domestic competition not long ago. I will participate in both 800m and 1500m." Zhang Guan replied.

"What's the score? Will you win the championship?" The female reporter then asked.

Zhang Guan nodded, admittedly, and then went on to say, "That competition was also this year's Asian Games".

In the selection of the National Games, I think that in the Doha Asian Games soon, I should be able to participate in the two middle distance running events of 800 meters and 1500 meters."

"Wow!" The surrounding reporters suddenly fried the pan, and the discussion was endless.

"Zhang Guan has just applied this year! It is now September, which means that there are three months left?"

"Asian Games? Where is it held? When is it held?"

"I know it is in Doha, Qatar. The time should be in early December."

"It will be more than two months after that, I can see Zhang Guan's participation in the middle distance run!"

The discussion of these reporters will naturally not be recorded on the TV. When Zhang Guan had just answered the question, the TV screen had already been switched back to the host.

Suddenly the TV was pressed and someone held the pause button, and then an elderly white man in front of the TV said, "You all see it, Zhang Guan is about to enter the middle distance race."

The elderly man, named Virgil, is a well-known American middle-distance running coach in the United States. He had already lived a retirement life but was hired by Bahrain with high salaries to coach several middle-run runners in Bahrain. The rapid development of Bahrain's mid-distance race in recent years is precisely due to Virgil's skillful coaching.

Not far from Virgil, Joseph Carmel sneered in dismissal, "Sprinting is different from middle running."

Joseph Carmel had just won the 800-meter track and field World Cup championship, at this time the limelight was flourishing, and Zhang Guan had not considered him at all.

"I think we have to pay attention to Zhang Guan. He is the best athlete in the world. He can cross from 100 meters to 400 meters. He can also break the world record. Maybe he can also achieve success in middle-distance running."

The speaker was Rashid Ramz, who once won the 800m and 1500m world championships at the 2005 World Championships, at the time he was called the king of middle-distance running. But this year his condition is not good, so he failed to win a medal in the track and field World Cup.

"Rashid, I admit that Zhang Guan's physical fitness is very good, but don't forget that our body is also not bad, and you can use a lot of tactics in middle distance running. You, me, and Bella, three of us if we use tactics, we can bring down the crown!" Carmel said.

The "Bella" in Carmel's name is Bella Mansour Ali. Like Ramz, they are Kenyan naturalized athletes to Bahrain. He once won the 1500m World Youth Championship, and his strength is also the world's top, but he did not come to participate in the track and field World Cup this time, which is the kind of top athlete who failed to participate in the event "due to quota restrictions".

Carmel then said, "There are many talented athletes in this world. It is not only Zhang Guan who is dominant in short-distance racing. Look at Phelps in swimming. The short-distance event is a monopoly, but did he go to the 1500 swimming? Isn't Phelps disdaining to get the gold medal in 1500 meters swimming? Of course not. It is because Phelps has self-knowledge, even if he is good it is impossible to win a championship by participating in a 1500-meter swim. From short-distance to mid-distance, for a world championship. No one in the world can do it!"

Ramz was still very worried, he said, "Zhang Guan also mentioned in the press conference that he once won the gold medal in the middle distance race in China."

"China's domestic competition? How many results can be achieved?" Carmel said disdainfully.

At this time, Coach Virgil's mobile phone rang. After answering, he talked to the other party, then hung up the phone, and then said, "Gentlemen, I learned about Zhang Guan's participation in the middle-run race in China through my friends. It was a national track and field championship held in China. Zhang Guan did not participate in the sprint but won the championship of 800 meters, 1500 meters, and long jump. Zhang Guan's 800 meters at the time was 1 minute 46.11 seconds, for 1500 meters the score was 3 minutes 35.85 seconds."

"Hahaha..." Carmel suddenly laughed, "Achievements beyond 1 minute 46 seconds, well, we don't have to worry about Zhang Guan at all now."

This is not my original work, I just wanted to continue this novel so I’m translating it on my own free time. Please Enjoy
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Athletics, sprints, high jump, a long jump he could do it all, breaking the world records was known as the “Emperor Track and Field”;
In the arena of basketball with his invincible shots
In the football stadium did not lose a game known as “the undefeated king”
On the tennis court, he won four Grand Slam in one year.
On the track created numerous “firsts”
He is the greatest Olympic champion.
He has many world records
He is the ALMIGHTY ATHLETE

A common cap was lying on his head crookedly. He looked like those high school playboys that girls liked. Most girls fell in love with them. They always visited them in their dreams and made them wake up sobbing.
Guo Nuoyan almost burst into tears. He remembered the girl he loved secretly, who was just as splendid as Qin Guan.
With a last press of the shutter, their work was done.
Helen looked at the films. She was in no mood to hand them over to the philistine Asian merchant yet. At the thought of the photoshoot she would arrange though, she felt happy again.
Thanks to the shooting at Chelsea Fair, the shop owners got a general idea of their clothes. They were all professional designers, who knew all about beauty and fashion. They showed great interest in their casual clothes, which were different from the typical American style.
After the shooting, customers crowded into the store. In several days, J Clothing had become the uniform of the designers around the venue. Almost everybody had at least one piece of their clothes.
Thanks to significant aspects such as toughness, endurance, breathability and strong absorbability, they were welcomed as artists. Besides, the most important advantage was their low prices. No one would feel sorry about a stain of paint or wine on their clothes.
As a result, a small circle was formed. The customers and shop owners influenced each other, and J Clothing became a symbolic uniform of New York designers.
It was just like black clothes, brass buttons on police uniforms, loose pipe fitter jeans or the white overall protection suits of quarantine inspectors. J Clothing had become the new symbol of New York designers. Without their clothes, a designer would be considered an outsider of the circle.
It was a surprise for J Clothing.
Of course, this would happen in the future. Qin Guan was currently explaining his thoughts about the company to his girlfriend. He had to keep investing capital in the developing store.
Where would that capital come from? New York Fashion Week! That was the top event of the fashion circle in the US. In late October, New York would be full of visitors.
Qin Guan had received a notice from LEE before the CK show, so he was not worried about getting an invitation. Besides, he could meet up with John, who was in Kansas those days.
Top fashion countries like France, Italy and the UK had their own places in the fashion week, while its casual style attracted countless Asian designers.
The most susceptible and the first to be affected, were Japanese designers, of course, with South Koreans right on their heels. They had great power in Asia, so they were not to be ignored during the top four fashion weeks.
The group of Asian designers was led by Yohji Yamamoto, as there was no Chinese designer among them.
Qin Guan was surprised by the weak brand awareness of Chinese people, as well as the shortcomings of Chinese designers. However, at the same time, he was happy to see another power related to China.
It was a special group of foreign designers of Chinese origin. They had graduated from top design colleges from all over the world and studied Chinese culture. This made their place among designers decisive.
Qin Guan silently memorized their names. I wish they could make their own way in New York Fashion Week this year!
New York had been lively lately. Even Wall Street elites saw countless foreign beauties when cruising at night.
The most bustling metropolis in the world was filled with fashion insiders from all directions, adding an exotic atmosphere to the noisy city.
Unlike the unified management of Beijing Fashion Week, designers there had to find a place for themselves.
Qin Guan was not worried about that though. With notices from three top brands, he could be considered a lucky boy in the fashion event.
The main meeting place was Chelsea Hotel. People were idling around it in hopes of getting an invitation at the last moment.
On the first day of the fashion week, the Armani autumn and winter collection opened the show, followed by CK's formal apparel. Qin Guan was relieved about the schedule.
He still cherished a hope about the resumes he had submitted to top luxury brands, but after waiting for a long time, he still hadn’t gotten a call or notice about an interview.
Only then did he realize the hardships independent models faced in New York. The best opportunities did not always go to good models. Various factors were involved.
Abandoning hope, he changed into his outfit and waited silently backstage for the Armani models to finish.
Looking modest during the fashion week was difficult. John, who had to appear long after, presented himself at the entrance leisurely, with Qin Guan's outfits in hand.
He seemed not to know what the word "modest" meant. A group of people were following him.


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

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