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The story that has yet to end.
Common life but unreal dreams.
Common capabilities but unreal ambitions.
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"Yaay! Happy birthday, mama. Happy birthday, papa.
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"No! noo--oo--oo! Please, it hurts."
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"I'll take care of you after we get married. Don't worry."
"Promise?"
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The cloud whale cruised among the thin clouds, decorated by shiny stars.
If not for the shifting clouds, Angor could not even make sure whether the cloud whale was moving at all.
If he could find a giant mount like this, could he bring his brother and teacher to travel around the world?
It was only a dream. He did not know that the cost to keep a cloud whale fed was beyond the annual expense of a small wizard organization.
As Angor was immersed in his imagination, Flora brought him to Sunders' beautiful tent.
"Here you go. The teacher is waiting."
Angor thought Flora would join him but it seemed she had another plan.
He lifted the curtain and walked inside while maintaining his manners.
The tent looked small at first but was a lot bigger on the inside. Angor took a guess that there must be some kind of space expansion spells. He saw golden runes shining on the black cover cloth of the tent.
"Surprised much?" 
Sunders was still wearing his usual black attire while sitting at his desk with his legs crossed. He did not have his gloves this time. He was looking at Angor through his gold monocle, with his clean, slim fingers crossed.
"Good evening, professor." Angor did a hand-on-abdomen salute.
"No need for the protocols. My student should have his own characteristic. I don't want a pupil who couldn't even make out who he is. So are you wondering why the tent is bigger than the outside?"
"Yes. A wizard technique?"
"It is. But not every wizard can do it. Not even me," said Sunders. He picked up his cane and pointed to the golden runes, "To extend space isn't something I can explain quickly. There are a lot of elements. The tent cloth was crafted using alchemy products, while the shining symbols are space-stabilizing runes.
"Those two steps alone require expertise in Alchemy and Rune Craft. Extending space is yet another subject. Now, this is wizardry. Most things are complicated to explain. Are you ready for it?"
Sunders' simple words opened up a shining, brand new door in Angor's mind. Another whole world stood behind the door. A wizard's world, filled with formulas, symbols, danger, opportunities, the beginning and the end of everything. A world of truth.
Angor nodded firmly. He was prepared. Even if not for Jon, he still wanted to see this world. What was the fun in life if one did not see something amazing like this?
Sunders nodded, satisfied. He accepted Angor because the boy's talent could help him greatly. However, since Angor was his student now, he should be responsible for the boy's future.
"I guess the apprentice called Mara already told you about the basic concept about wizards? Now… If you want to become a real wizard, from today onwards, forget everything he said. Wizard isn't a concept. See things for yourself, and solve problems by yourself. Go find your own way of learning wizardry."
Sunders brought Angor into a separated room. There were about a dozen rows of double-sided bookshelves, each one was about four to five meters high. A wheel ladder stood in the passage.
"How to see things or solve things is another question," said Sunders as he pointed at the bookshelves. He added, "Before that, you still have a lot of basic knowledge to learn. These are my personal collections. Before reaching Brute Cavern, you can come here anytime you wish, and you're free to read or learn anything. Just one advice. There are some channeling methods and low-level cantrips in these books. You can read about them, but better not study them without careful preparation.
"Of course, if your only goal is to become a wizard, go ahead and learn them, it's fine."
Next, Sunders tossed a gold coin towards Angor. There was a line written in curlicue, universal language on the coin's front: Unbeaten Rose, Eternal Glory.
An image was carved on the back. A thorned rose pierced by a winged sword.
A typical noble emblem. Angor looked at Sunders with a puzzled expression, not sure what he meant.
"A permit for entering the tent. With that, you can come here whenever you wish. Without the permit, a backlash from the spell array will shatter you into dust."
Shattering someone to dust?! 
Angor imagined it and shivered. He would not expect such danger when he was just going into a tent. Looked like he really needed to approach everything in the wizarding world with great caution. Otherwise, he would not even have time to regret.
"Okay now. To stay or to go back to your tent is up to you."
Seeing Sunders was going to leave, and his biggest question was still unanswered, Angor quickly spoke, "Can I ask a question, professor?"
Sunders looked back and smiled at Angor's eager expression.
"No."
Sunders walked away.
Angor thought he got his chance when Sunders smiled at him. He even prepared his wording. Instead, Sunders refused right away and left without a second thought.
Was that a joke? And what's with the smile?!
Angor felt frustration building up inside him.
"I know what you wanted to ask. I'll give you an answer on the day when you become an apprentice." Sunders' distant voice came from afar.
This meant Angor still did not get an answer to his doubt.
It seemed his uneasiness would remain. He still earned something new though. Without the tablet, he could read here, and it would be fun. Not to mention all books in the room were related to wizardry. As someone who spent the last dozen years studying science, this would be a feast for him, where old and new knowledge intertwined with each other.
Looking at the valuable books, Angor felt his heart flying.
He had another question though. There were not many leather books. Most of them were cheap papers.
In Goldspink Empire, leather books were favored by noble families or authorities as a way to keep records, while paper books were common among ordinary citizens. Their prices varied greatly. Leather books were expensive and rare.
But, Sunders' collection contained a few leather books sitting in the corner. On a closer look, they collected a thick layer of dust. Sunders did not pay attention to them.
More than ten rows of bookshelves and 95% of the books were paper ones.
"Maybe the paper books are the most common medium at Fey Continent?" Angor picked up a random, thick paper book.
The title was About 15 Common Meditation Methods in the Sleepless Nation.
Meditation method was referring to channeling method. People from the old times used "meditation method" more. As more and more people preferred expressive words in recent years, people changed "meditation", which sounded more like idealism, into "channeling". The new name was well accepted by wizards, so it got adopted.
There was an interesting story about the debate around these two names. An apprentice who was bored at learning his dull channeling method published a refutation article on a small magazine designed for apprentices. The article itself was insignificant and not worth mentioning, but it created a "war" which lasted for several years.
A name war between "channeling" and "meditation".
It was basically a debate about whether one should drink beer from a glass or a can but between wizards. People only wanted to tease, while occasionally pumping some fuel into the fight.
Even several formal wizards were dragged into the nuisance, creating a joke in the southern region.
Maybe the apprentice who published the article never thought he actually created such an uproar.
…
Angor opened the book and noticed the smooth and white paper. The surface of the paper was extremely fine, and the black, printed words on it looked really clear. This book was many more times better than those cheap, yellowish papers in Goldspink Empire.
It was only a few minutes, and Angor's complaint towards paper books already disappeared.
Such clean, easy-to-read books with the sweet smell of superior ink on them. Any book lover would enjoy reading these!
Reading a book like this made Angor feel relaxed. No wonder all those leather books were collecting dust.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Back in the forest, the boy Talon looked around gleefully. This time he'd actually managed to stay hidden for the entire evening! Quite the accomplishment, in his mind.

It was getting dark, though. So Talon hastened to make his way back, as the gates would soon close for the night and no one was allowed to enter or leave until morning.

As he began to walk back he heard a faint clatter of hooves and wheels. Turning back, he saw a horse-drawn cart making its way down the road. An old man sat at the top of the cart holding the reins of the equally old looking horse.

Traveling alone was certainly dangerous, even near a large city. When the old man noticed Talon he smiled and waved, pulling his cart to a stop beside him.

"Good day to you, boy!" He said cheerfully, "Need a ride?" Talon looked at him a bit suspiciously, but nodded nonetheless. As he climbed up onto the cart, Talon made sure his dagger was within easy reach.

For several minutes they rode in silence, in this time Talon had examined the contents of the cart. There were a great deal of boxes, each one was heavily locked and had magic symbols carved into the sides.

Although Talon was a Mage of relative skill and had a reasonable knowledge of magic symbols, he recognized very few of them.

Abruptly the cart came to stop, Talon looked forward in surprise to see six men standing in front of the cart, the front five were armed with slightly rusted swords while the cloaked man in the back held a wooden staff topped by a green orb.

"I do think we'll have you down from that cart!" The man in the back called out. Bandits were not a common sight this close to a city, it was obvious they'd had their sights on this cart earlier on.

"Elder, we should stall out; if we make enough noise the night patrols in the village should-" Talon's advice was cut short as he saw a bright light forming in front of the old man.

Suddenly the light vanished, and all six bandits collapsed. Talon realized in an instant how powerful this man was. Usually Mages had to chant an incantation or use a scroll to activate offensive magic. Yet this man had done it in a heartbeat.

"Well that was an interesting way to end the day!" The elder said, "How bout you come by my place tomorrow and help me with these boxes, hm?" He continued as he took out a magic scroll. He then tore it in half to activate it, smiling as a pillar of light surrounded Talon.

He blinked several times and found himself in bed. Early morning light shone through his window.

"A dream?" He wondered aloud, but glancing down he saw a small card that read: (Glock's Treasure Shop)

Talon became excited and hurried to prepare himself. A Mage of such strength had invited him to help? After washing his face and dressing, he grabbed his dagger from the bedside table and quickly made his way from the room.

Several servants looked at him in surprise; the young master Talon was almost never up at this time. He usually slept till noon, and even then still reluctant to get up.

Talon had nearly made it to the door when a thundering shout came from behind,

"TALON!" Talon stiffened and put on a lopsided grin as he turned to see his personal butler, Eslan. His butler was older than other other servants. He was 65 and wore a large mustache, with no beard. An odd combination to many.

More of a tutor really, he was a competent Mage at 'Steel' rank. And was also a master swordsman learned during his days as a mercenary, yet he could not seem to find Talon in time for teaching him anything substantial.

"Just where do you think you're off to this time?" Eslan was not often as angry as he was now. Yesterday had been very important to the family's growth and Talon had run off before the event could take place.

Talon was now old enough to be taken on as an apprentice, what's more a female Mage from the Capital had offered a chance for Talon to join her.

The Mage was known as Matilda she was a Fire Mage at the Mythril rank. But Talon did not like her haughty attitude, and escaped at first sight.

"Do you have any idea how hard it'll be for you to find a master now?" Eslan roared, causing Talon to cringe.
"This was your family's CHANCE to rise above its current rank in the kingdom!" Eslan continued,

"But I've found a master!" Talon mumbled,

"I simply can't believe-" Eslan paused, "What?"

Talon then recounted what had happened the night before, and showed Eslan the card.

The aged butler blinked several times, then gasped. "Glock?" Eslan seemed to recognize the name, "Glock left over 50 years ago, if he's back then that means...?" 

Eslan muttered as he began to pace. "Is there something wrong with the shop?" Talon had never seen his butler so agitated and as the young 'master' he was, asked the question bluntly. Eslan made no reply, however and kept pacing.

Talon looked around and edged to the door. His butler had no reaction as he dashed out.

Magic is something people admire and fear. Many Realms suffer from Magic, while others prosper.

The Realm of Alder has enjoyed a surge of talents over the last 80 years. Talon, being one of them... IF he weren’t so lazy.

The coming of a great Mage may change this, and send Talon into a world of adventure, or he can become a traveling merchant. We’ll see.

The invisible force field was wiped out by the dissociation rays. Furthermore, the antimagic ray targeted the crystal ball in Lucien's right hand, trying to hit it and thus build a small antimagic field inside the crystal ball in order to cut off its connection to the magic tower.
Since Lucien had been hit by the antimagic ray, he could not cast any spells on his own for now. He slightly turned around and blocked the antimagic ray with his own right arm. At the same time, he continued casting the creepy spells with the magic tower. Since he was using the great power of the magic tower, hurriedly interrupting the chanting process would bring horrible damage to Lucien's soul from the backlash!
Several powerful flashes of lightning were summoned from the ceiling, turning the whole space into an ocean of lightning and thunder. Except for the desk and the floor carved with reinforcing magic symbols, the rest of the things in the study were destroyed completely.
The seventh-circle spell, Lightning Storm!
A piece of shadow embedded with complicated patterns instantly surrounded the old witch, safely protecting her from all the bolts of lightning.
The seventh-circle spell, Energy Immunity—Lightning!
Then the old witch's yellowish-brown eyeball launched colorful light rays again. Some could charm people; some could make them fall asleep; other could slow people down or turn people into stone. The eyeball in the center released the strong smell of death.
The seventh-circle spell, Finger of Death!
After this fierce round of attacks, the old witch's left eye now looked dim. The eyeball had to wait for a while before launching the next round.
In most cases, no beholder would fight like this. The different eyestalks would cooperate with each other and fight using strategies to make sure that they would not run out of their spells. However, right now it seemed that the old witch had lost her mind, or maybe there were other reasons.
Lucien put his hand on the crystal ball and summoned Forcecage again to protect himself.
The colorful rays hit the force field cage but could not go through it, until the green dissociation ray quickly broke the cage down.
If the witch had not lost her mind, she could have launched the dissociation ray in the first place. If that was the case, Lucien would have been in great trouble!
After this round of attack, Lucien saw that the old witch quickly took a glance at the several statues of beauties in the corner to her right.
Lucien was very surprised. He did not notice the fact that the statues remained completely intact from the flashes of lightning. Why did the old witch choose to protect them so well?! Were they even more important than her magic books?!
However, right now he did not want to waste any time on thinking about it. Lucien quickly cast another spell and a huge hand with sharp nails broke out from the floor. The hand tried to grab the statues in the corner.
The seventh-circle spell, Sajeman's Ice Hand Prison!
The magic tower's power also had its limit. Including the spells that Lucien had used, there were nine kinds of spells altogether. Lucien wanted to finish the fight as soon as possible, as once he used up all the magic tower's spells, the old witch could easily kill him.
Therefore, as soon as he noticed that there was something wrong with the statues. Lucien decisively switched his target.
The old witch screamed angrily, and black miasma spread out. Adam, who just recovered from the witch's spell and was climbing to his feet on the corner suddenly felt completely exhausted.
The seventh-circle spell, Dying Waves. This was a spell enchanted in her magic robe, as she was still waiting for the buffering time.
Lucien did not panic. He calmly finished chanting a spell. Then, a dark ray shot out from the wall and the ray instantly built up a small antimagic field around Lucien.
When the waves died out before reaching Lucien, the statues in the corner burst out bright light and countered the power of the hand.
Within Lucien's expectation, they were not just common statues.
As soon as Lucien entered the study, he felt it very strange that the old witch would want to put some statues of beauties there to make herself upset. Also, if the witch's body and soul had been cursed so badly, why was she still alive?!
Lucien believed that the old witch would put all of her most important things in the core section of the magic tower!
Lots of thoughts filled his mind. The crystal ball rose into the air and a red light ray shot out at the statues!
The seventh-circle spell, Ruby Reversion Ray, could remove the strongest defending effect of the target!
After the several rounds of attack, some of the defending magic circles on the statues had been worn out. When the ruby ray hit them, one of them lost all its protections and the original color of the statue was revealed.
The old witch went crazy. She immediately gave up attacking Lucien and instead turned her force field into a huge palm. The palm grabbed the statue and brought it back to the old witch.
Obviously, these statues were the weakness of the old witch. Lucien seized the chance and summoned a powerful lightning again.
At this time, a beauty statue was struck into pieces. A piece of soul disappeared together with the lightning.
The old witch suddenly aged. Her back bent forward even further, and her left eye instantly became sunken.
The old witch put part of her life in the statues!
Lucien continued casting. More and more bolts of lightning were summoned. And the statues were broken into pieces one by one.
The old witch's flesh started to rot. She could not use magic anymore.
Lucien saw victory, but at the same time, he could not help doubting himself. How come he could just kill a senior-rank mage like this?
The old witch had been making mistakes choosing what spells to use from the very beginning. Fortunately, Lucien's guess with the statues was correct…
At this time, he heard Adam's voice in his mind, "Good for you, man! You killed the witch! We're free now!"
"I'm not sure about it, Adam…" Lucien murmured.
Then he saw a creepy smile on the old witch's face.
"…?!"
When Lucien was just about to take actions, the magic tower started to shake fiercely. Chunks of bricks and stones started to fall down…
Lucien's vision became blurry. He passed out in the darkness.
...
Lucien saw light again. However, when he instantly tried to sit up, he found that both of his arms and legs were tied up by something.
"Good, very good. Your foundation to learn magic is very solid." The old witch giggled, "The development of magic in the recent several hundred years is really impressive…"
Lucien was shocked. He saw the old witch, wearing the red magic robe as usual, walking back and forth in the lab. Lucien was lying on the table as if he had just received another round of the electric shock treatment.
"What…" He was confused.
The old witch was quite proud of herself and said, "Dream Casting, sixth-circle. I've seen the spells you know and how developed the current magic system is."
Lucien was still confused when knowing that the escape adventure was just a dream. However, this explained the many questions that he had had in his mind: why he could not use his spirit library after getting rid of the collar; why he failed to contact Rhine; and why the witch made so many mistakes during the fight…
"I have to say that your so-called Arcana has impressed me." The old witch seemed to be in a pretty good mood, "I'll take you to the underground remain, where there's a maze in it. I hope that you can surprise me."
Lucien quickly calmed down and bargained, "Ms. Eudora, I think I can do a better job for you without the collar."
"No problem. I'll free you before entering the maze." As she was a powerful sorcerer, Lucien was not a threat to her.
Lucien followed the old witch to the ground floor of the magic tower. Then, they walked downstairs to the underground passage.
The passage paved with huge stone slabs had a height of five or six meters and a width of seven to eight people side by side. The slabs were carved with pictures of ancient people fighting against monsters from the underground world.
"Magnificent…" Lucien said sincerely.
The old witch did not say anything. Everything down here was more than familiar to her.
At the end of the passage, there were ten gates. Each gate had different, mysterious patterns on them.
Pointing at the gray gate in the middle, the old witch said, "Here, the maze."
Lucien saw that the patterns on the gate were quite familiar. They looked like mathematical symbols. So, he asked confusedly, "What is in the maze? I could be more prepared if you told me."
"There's no monster in there. Just… difficult questions." The old witch looked a bit upset. Then, she removed Lucien's collar and shackles and urged him to enter the maze.
Feeling that his spiritual power had recovered, Lucien pushed open the gate and slowly walked into the maze. If there were no monsters in there, it should be a pure intelligence maze.
As soon as he entered it, the gate behind him closed silently. Lucien, with his dark vision, saw himself standing on a bridge with no ends, in the middle of nowhere. He was confused once more. He took a couple of steps ahead and saw stars appearing in front of his eyes. Then, the stars connected to each other and formed a line of words.
"Prove that any even number larger than 2 is the sum of two prime numbers."
"What…?" The question was totally out of Lucien's expectation. Then the stars formed more mathematical questions.
The questions looked very familiar to Lucien. It seemed that they were all from the exercise book that Lucien once read before—Demidovich Problems in Mathematical Analysis.
The mathematical symbols, numbers, equations, and hypotheses moved around Lucien's head and made him feel dizzy. Suddenly, the darkness broke into pieces and light came in again.
Lucien opened his eyes and shook his head. When he looked around, he saw Elvis, who should have been dead in the Black Forest.
Elvis covered his nose and mouth with his hand, where blood was dripping down. He said to Lucien angrily:
"What the hell is it in your head?!"


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

Martin began listening to Ferat's words.
"Now I'm sure you know that The Etzili Kingdom dominates four continents exactly. These continents are the symbols I just counted on. I'm going to count these again."
Martin made a confirmation sign with his head and told him to keep going.
"Infinity Cold Island, Magical Dream County (Continent), Warriors Of Blood Country, and finally the Common Etzili Continent, the largest continent compared to other continents, most people live in this continent and do not get out the other place other than this continent."
Martin made a confirmation sign with his head.
Ferat hadn't answered his question yet, but he had not interrupted his talking.
"Where we are is a central point of the Common Etzili Continent. After a walk, we'll be here to the largest city on the continent, The King City. Of course, it's your own decision to want to come with us.
Ferat naturally wanted Martin to appear before the king with himself and work with him after meeting with the king.
A strong being like Martin would have given them big help against fighting with other creatures or races.
It wasn't just that he was useful in wars and certain missions.
He could also practice with him as long as he was side by side with Martin and develop his power.
There weren't many people on the same level as him that Ferat can use for the practice.
Martin, he was starting to think what he heard from the Ferat but there was a new mission from the system.
"Mission 2"
"Help The Etzili Kingdom"
"Mission Details"
The Etzili Kingdom is in a war right now.
The beings they fought are a race called Iron Golems, a semi-human race, that is as intelligent as human beings, but with stronger bodily size and larger passive power.
A sea warship under the control of the Iron Golems came to the Common Etzili Kingdom Continent, and a group of fighters in the ship gets off in the continent.
These warriors began to quietly destroy the surrounding human villages. This information only knows by King and upper echelon officials.
"
"Hint"– User can kill right now"
"Hint" – User can choose to go to the Kingdom or can choose to complete the mission by himself."
"Reward – 5 Silver Paradigna Points"
"Punishment – Mandatory Execution"
"Time Limit – There is no time limit, user have to finish the war between them using his power of the mind"
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Martin made a confirmation sign with his head.
Then he started talking to Ferat.
"From now on, I'm not going to be around. I want to ask you one more question."
Ferat was a little upset when he heard Martin wasn't coming with him.
But he was still listening to Martin's question with he gave Martin a sign with his head that showed that he is listening because he was curious.
"Where can I find The Iron Golems"
Ferat swallowed it lightly.
A person like Martin who didn't know about the continents would have known about the Iron Golems. Of course, that thought was just instantaneous thought that came to him with an unexpected question from the Martin.
When he thought about Martin's power, it was impossible to hide that kind of information from him.
Although he wondered why he was asking, he thought it would be disrespectful to ask.
He also subconsciously thought that if he asked Martin this question, Martin would get angry and take the Iron Golem side.
"I'll give you a map, Iron Golems have been seen in these three villages that I've marked in the last few days."
Martin made a confirmation sign with his head and waited for Ferat to bring the map.
After Ferat brought the map, Martin gently examined the map and made his last meeting with others after understanding how to proceed.
Everyone was sad that he left.
Martin, on the other hand, tried not to care too much because he knew he'd see them for the last time.
Maybe this was the first time in his life and in his previous life that he had reached out to a group of friends.
Although the bond of friendship depends on the concept of "power," it was an important detail for Martin.
,
After meeting with the others, Martin began to head for the map.
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Ferat, Ragna and Sacron continued to move on to the city. At that point, Sacron asked Ferat a question.
"Leader, do you know why Martin left?"
Ferat smiled lightly and began to speak after shaking his head negatively.
"I don't know why he's going, but the decisions he's going to make will affect humans' future in every way."
Ragna and Sacron didn't understand why Ferat said such a thing.
What Ferat was trying to say was pretty simple
If Martin went to make a deal with the Iron Golems, he would be able to destroy all the humans with the power he had.
If he went to fight the Iron Golems oppositely, humans would never have to fear The Iron Golems again.
Sacron was going to ask why Ferat said something like that - Ferat started walking faster than they did.
They were dealing with a big city.
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Martin entered a forest in the opposite direction. After sitting under a tree, he took a deep breath.
"This second mission is from now on, I have another mission, and then I'll be able to go back to the real world. The system told me that missions could last up to 20 days. It hasn't been exactly a day."
That's when the system started talking to Martin.
"The task is not difficult because it is the user's first mission given by the system. At the same time, the user was not expected to have such strong power in his first mission. Especially without his shapeshifter ability.
Martin had made a confirmation sign with his head after that answer.
If it wasn't for the way he's on.
If he didn't have passive abilities, maybe he could have lost his life in this world. Of course, these situations didn't apply to him.
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Martin became an orphan when he lost his family in a mysterious accident at a young age. Although he was orphaned, it did not affect him because of the mental problems he had. When he grows up to a certain age, he joined the world of crime and began to improve himself.within 10 years he became one of the most dangerous serial-killers known in the dark world. He also started killing people for money.

But he died of an explosion on his last mission. He also had a system to help him in this new world.

A soulless and emotionless serial killer from the old world had to give life in a fantastic world. But what he didn't know is that the powers that were possessed in this world would change itself.
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"I should be about to reach the Blood Abyss, right? I've already killed innumerable demons along the way!"
Fang Yuan grabbed a giant snake with a body full of eyes and swallowed it bit by bit like he was chewing sugarcane.
During these days, he had rushed forward while simultaneously refining the inferior demons, not even knowing whether the number he had swallowed was in the tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.
In any case, if he truly calculated battle achievements, it was nearly sufficient to pay the 'redemption fee' for the entire Vast Heaven Division excluding Black Dragon, much less a single Lord Mountain River. 
Currently, on the surface of the Chaos Giant's body, dark purple patterns had spread to form a suit of battle armor with decent defense. The realms below Demon Master would not even be able to penetrate this armor.
"Although existences at the Zenith Heaven or Emperor rank are sealed on the Mental Demon Battlefield, there are still a few Demon Masters at the Ancient God or Golden Immortal rank!"
Otherwise, there would not be seven Ancient Gods guarding the Heaven Palace.
"Although this purple star is vast, someone acting recklessly like me should have long attracted the attention of one or two of them… Seems like they're settling down at one place?" 
While Fang Yuan was pushing and fighting his way through, he also had thoughts of attracting the attention of Demon Masters to intercept him.
However, at the moment, he finally discovered what was wrong. "True… Someone at the Demon Master rank would be an Ancient God inside the Heavenly Court, even the Vast Heaven Division would have to be very wary if they encountered someone like that. Furthermore, some of them could form an alliance to attack the Heaven Palace. But if they lived alone, they would definitely be surrounded and killed by the military divisions, so the largest possibility is huddling together!"
Inexplicably, Fang Yuan thought of the three perilous lands.
Now, it seemed that these Demon Master had an eighty percent chance of hiding in the perilous lands and using the terrain advantage to contend with the attacks of the Heaven Palace.
"For the Celestial Thearch, his responsibility is to seal off the star and keep an eye on the seal. Demon Masters are all insignificant and can be dealt with by the Ancient Gods under him…" 
Fang Yuan felt that he could somewhat understand what the Celestial Thearch was doing.
On the Mental Demon Battlefield, an endless supply of demons would still be born no matter how many he killed as long as origin power was not extinguished.
Thus, it would be better to use them as training, or perhaps cleansing and consuming the factions?
"With the abilities of the Celestial Thearch, he should be able to refine origin power. But how could he fight with the Spiritual Realm? Sigh… this is the tragedy of the Divine Dao…"
Fang Yuan let his imagination run wild before reaching a place near the abyss.
The ground was fiery red and magma splattered in various spots, forming a dark red river.
"Bottomless Blood Abyss, I've arrived!"
Fang Yuan looked into the distance and saw a huge crevasse, like a wound in the earth. It stretched on endlessly and he could not tell how deep it reached.
Inside the abyss, a blood-red fog occasionally encircled the area, bringing a deep ominous feeling.
"Hmm, the elemental force here is far superior to the outside…"
Fang Yuan focused on the magma river resembling meridians as Flaming Evil Demons crawled out from the river and killed and devoured each other, their aura unceasingly enhancing.
Of course, when they saw the giant in black armor walking over, they hurriedly evaded while screeching.
"This abyss…" Fang Yuan came to the periphery of the crevasse and looked at the cliff in front. "If I exert all my strength, I can enter deep into the nucleus of the star. But it isn't possible for me to simultaneously seal a Zenith Heaven, and even the Celestial Thearach might not be able to do it…" 
Just by standing somewhere close, he could feel the horrors of the Mental Demons' invasion at that time. 
"The Celestial Thearach is also at the Emperor rank and on par with the sealed existence. Could it have been a simultaneous attack with an Immortal Dao Zenith Heaven, or was it the support of the Spiritual Realm's heaven's will?"
The Spiritual Realm's intrinsic quality was equivalent to the Mental Demon Realm's. Although it was slightly inferior in terms of mass, with it supporting the Celestial Thearach, his Emperor rank would rise by half a notch.
"In other words, within the Spiritual Realm, the Celestial Thearach enhanced by heaven's will is the most powerful!"
Fang Yuan looked at the void in the direction of the abyss with a greedy look. "If I devour all of the origin power, would I be promoted to the Emperor level?"
At this time, his expression became stunned as he looked into the abyss.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bloody fog dispersed and a huge snake-head emerged from the dense fog. And then a second, a third… Exactly nine huge snake-heads with eyes as large as houses spat out their tongues and made hissing noises.
Rumble! Rumble!
The ground shook, and the full appearance of this life form finally appeared before Fang Yuan.
The Chaos Giant that he had morphed into was already as towering as the heavens, but he still appeared like a small child in front of this Hydra.
"Demon Master?!" Sensing the origin power aura in the other, Fang Yuan showed the hint of a smile. "Indeed… the Demon Masters of the Mental Demon Battlefield all reside within the three perilous lands…"
"Welcome, my newly ascended brethren!"
The Hydra released a loud screech as its spiritual will shook the heavens. "After thirteen years, we finally have a newly ascended Demon Master with us!"
Hmm? This Hydra seems to regard me as a local demon that evolved here?
Fang Yuan was a little astonished, but instantly understood that this was the fundamental reason for the Gods to periodically clean the Mental Demon Battlefield. 
If they did not worry at all and let the Demon Spirits evolve and swallow to their hearts' content, it would definitely become an abyss breeding many horrifying evil monsters.
"My name… Nine Heads… Hiss hiss… My brethren, tell me your name!" The Hydra continuously swallowed and spat its tongue, absorbing all the information in the sky.
"My name… Dream Demon!" A grin appeared on Fang Yuan as he said, "After becoming a Demon Master, I thought a lot and sensed immense danger, so I went to the three perilous lands to investigate."
"Wise choice. Otherwise, once you're discovered and tracked down, you'd definitely be surrounded and attacked by several military divisions of the Heaven Palace… Hiss hiss…" The Hydra's nine heads were constantly tangling. "Now it seems… that the awakening of your inheritance memories wasn't too perfect…"
"Indeed, I can't clearly see… the path afterward!" 
Fang Yuan said unperturbed, "I feel that there's something I need here!"
"Haha!!!" The Hydra's nine heads burst into simultaneous laughter. "The Demon Master realm is the ultimate level of inheritance… After controlling origin power, there's no further path in front of us!"
"No… path?" Fang Yuan was shocked.
"The true path is created by ourselves… Any Demon Master who wants to break through must create a new path! Of course… in this aspect, viewing and emulating the inheritances of the Demon Gods is very useful to us!"
Demon God?!
Evidently, this was the realm above Demon Master, similar to the Divine Dao Emperor and Immortal Dao Zenith Heaven.
"I can feel that there's a Demon God sealed within this Bottomless Blood Abyss!" Fang Yuan said.
"Right, follow me! Looking at the traces left behind by that Demon God will probably give you great enlightenment!"
The Hydra directly burrowed into the abyss, trusting Fang Yuan quite a bit.
After all, the aura of origin power could not be faked. Not to mention, what other road was there for an existence of the Mental Demon Realm in the Spiritual Realm other than being on the same side as them?
It could be said that once someone had been stained by Mental Demon power, even if they were previously not of the Mental Demon Realm, there was only one path that they could be dead set on.
Fang Yuan was dauntless and jumped into the abyss.
Zap! Zap!
Red fog instantly billowed upward and surrounded his body, starting to corrode it.
A common Demon General would definitely die once they encountered this red fog. Even a Heaven Immortal would have difficulty resisting… 
The clumps of red fog were counteracted by the lines on his black armor counteracted. When the black armor was about to be completely expended, a thought raced through Fang Yuan's mind and an endless flow of origin power immediately replenished the black armor.
The Hydra turned around and explained. "This is the corrosive red fog. Only a Demon Master like me is able to survive for a long time inside!"
Its huge figure was unbelievably dexterous inside the abyss.
"What kind of abyss is this? This is practically the deep ocean!"
Fang Yuan continued following the nine-headed creature downward, gasping in surprise more and more.
This Bottomless Blood Abyss seemed like a gigantic rift from the surface. However, as he descended, the empty space became more vast, even forming the illusion that the entire purple star was a hollow, empty space. 
"Here we are!" The Hydra suddenly stopped. 
Fang Yuan looked around. Since it was called the Bottomless Blood Abyss, this place was naturally not the bottom, but a vacant space. Dark red fog seemed to condense tangibly. 
"This…"
Fang Yuan's pupils shrank, as though he had returned to the moment he met the Celestial Thearch, and when his Dream Master Dao path was deprived.
As a handprint materialized, the bloody fog was dispersed by him, directly shattering the vacant space. Imprinted within the vacant space was a scar that seemed irreparable.
"Indescribable terror. Truly a Demon God!"
He sighed slowly.
Beside him, the Hydra said in a chant-like tone, "A Demon God is situated above the rules. They are everything, indescribable, and endless terror. Once they exert all of their power and attack without holding back, everything they do would leave behind their imprints on a world, even easily changing the fundamental elements of a world!
"Traces of their attack are named 'Dao Marks' by us and have a lasting charm on the Demon God-level Dao path, often acting as sources of inspiration. For those of us who are establishing our own Dao of Demon God, they're extremely useful!" 
The Hydra continued to descend.
Fang Yuan immediately saw that the Dao Marks carried a breathtaking aura, directly imprinting into the void and indestructible for years to come. 
Slightly closing his eyes, he seemed to witness an earth-shattering war.
With some absentmindedness, he continued to descend.
The Dao Marks around endlessly transformed into exotic shapes, finally becoming strange incomplete symbols.
"Mental Demon language?"
Fang Yuan had learned the common Mental Demon characters from Ado, but the symbols here were entirely different.
"These should be from the same source as they seem to somewhat resemble the Mental Demon characters. However, it's far more complex and should be the ancient text of the Mental Demon Realm?"
"It's rumored that if someone can completely understand the characters used by a Demon God, they can realize the Dao path founded by that Demon God… Unfortunately, I've always been searching within the abyss but was unable to collect everything!" the Hydra said with some regret.
"Right… where's that Demon God sealed?"
Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment before suddenly thinking of this question.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

The smooth walls let Noone easily shimmy down towards the cavern he created below. It was slower progress than the ascent leaving time for Noone to realize just how far up he had been dragged. The only saving grace was that it never became too wide or too narrow for him to slip down. 
As the silence and darkness enveloped him, his thoughts went back to the things he experienced within the pod. 
The memories which flooded his mind were foreign and completely beyond his understanding. Noone had a very narrow view of the world, mainly consisting of the educational rites passed down through the eternity. When he thought back to the world he had seen within the memories of the plant-like existence, it left a profound impact on his conscious. Suddenly the world was so much larger than he had ever thought.
How large? He wasn't sure. 
It was spectacular. But as far as Noone knew, that may just be what the calamitous and desolate world above once looked like. Noone imagined what must have become of the tree after the calamity which sent Tapestry into the caverns under the protection of the Ancestor.
And then there was the stranger in the memory… Although the feeling and images were becoming hazy the longer Noone was free from the plant, he remembered seeing the ancestor in the dream. She was a being of shocking power… which was to be expected. But she also looked nothing like the people of Tapestry. 
The Ancestor had always existed as more of an ethereal concept to the descendants of Tapestry. Maybe within the first few generations - when the memory was still fresh - it was not like that. But now, when referring to The Ancestor people tend to think of her as a force of nature, or the will of the gods. A being that existed outside of physical understanding. 
Noone expected it was because of the common heritage, but he knew for certain the woman he saw was indeed the ancestor. 
Her figure and flesh were so foreign. Her skin was not stone-like and had no lines of power etched into the flesh. She was extremely pale white, like unblemished marble, and her hair floated long down her back like a waterfall of black ink. The women of tapestry all had hair strongly influenced by their attunements, to see simple black hair was unheard of.
Was she different from us in the beginning? Or did we change and become like this over time? I can't wait to talk to Liter. Noone pondered over things as he braced himself in the tunnel – preventing himself from dropping too quickly. He felt that he should be reaching the bottom soon but could not see any light underneath him. Either it was night, or the tunnel underneath had collapsed at some point. Noone dearly hoped it was not the latter. 
The stone became courser under Noone's grip and the changing terrain caused the squeeze to become a bit tighter. Noone was not alarmed though, spending so much time growing up underground - the last thing he was afraid of was tight spaces. He pressed on but his thoughts were still focused on his experience. 
Noone had no chance to really exam his physical body, but he couldn't help but think about the form he had seen when his awareness was split from his mind. Everything that wasn't clearly of the circulatory system looked to be very similar to the meridian lines and power-lines that course through the bodies of the attuned. Although every design is unique, there were similarities across everyone. 
Noone had never had these runic symbols on his flesh. Everyone in tapestry wore their power-lines like adornments, decorating their flesh like shining symbols of their belonging to the same heritage. He has heard it described by elders as the paths which energy flows through them. Of course, Noone had never been attuned since the day he was born and had no power-lines to speak of. His flesh was the dark gray of stone, through and through. 
When freeing himself from the plant, Noone was a little disappointed at how little he seemed to change. Then he would quickly remember that he was lucky to be still be alive, and any disappointment quickly dissipated. Yet, the thought of seeing his body adorned with lines of power when within the plant had sparked the desire for them that he had not felt in years. 
It's hard to accept being different, when everything around you constantly reminds you of it.
Noone felt a slight breeze come from underneath him. Suddenly, his nose and lungs which had breathed nothing but stale air for who knows how long, were filled with the salty spray of the outside. Like a shot of adrenaline, Noone began to move quicker; pushing out all thoughts that weren't necessary for his descent.
After only a few minutes Noone fell through the ceiling of a long-unused cave. He instinctually faced the direction of the horizon, the subtle brush of wind bouncing from his body. Noone knelt and brushed the floor with his hand until a small stone bounced off his fingertips. There was a small smile on his lips. 
He picked up the stone gently in his palm, enjoying the smooth sensation of the sun-stone. It was the same sun-stone which had led him to catch the attention of the plant in the first place. 
After hesitating for a moment - remembering the dead husk of the plant above - Noone pumped life-force into the stone triggering its activation. It came extremely easy, and there was a blinding flash of light before the sun stone dimmed to its usual level of power. 
Noone stared at the stone, wondering what the strange initial flash had been. He shook his head. He would have time to find out later. Using the light to locate his pick, he began walking briskly towards the front of the cave. Soon, shadows of his pack were cast onto the cave wall, leaning against it just as he had left it from before.
Relief overcame him, making the rest of the way up the cliff would be a nightmare without his tools and supplies. He already wasted time, he could only imagine what Elder Azelle and Adria would say on his return. 
Next to his pack, there was a tarp which was noticeably smaller than he remembered. Unwrapping it quickly, Noone saw that the cured remains of the bird he had fought during the fall were now barely anything more than the bones, having degraded and rotted over time despite being cured. 
His heart thrummed - desperately sending blood coursing through his mind. 
"How long has it been…?"

What happens to a world of Magic and Dragons when a cultivator bursts into their universe? What about when a cultivator is raised right under their noses?

How do Wizards and High Elves, Dungeons and Dwarves, fare against an unknowing cultivator and the Laws of the Universe?

Epochs ago an Immortal left his inheritance behind on a dying plane of existence. 

Now, at the edge of what was once desolate world, the immortals inheritance is about to make himself known. And his name is Noone.

An original cultivator of his world, unguided, and unrestrained.

Noone is the powerless child of a civilazation locked away at the edge of the world. When tragedy occurs, and his world is turned around, he inherits the Will of The Ancestor. An ancient legendary being who protected the conclave of Tapestry, until the desolate world above would become re-inhabitable.

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NOT: a systems/reincarnation story

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The reason why Zhang Shaoshan was so madly envious of Lin Ming wasn't just the additional resources that were available to him, but because of the attitude that Mu Qianyu had towards Lin Ming. Even Zhang Shaoshan clearly knew that whether now or in the future, Mu Qianyu would have absolutely no relation to him. This caused his antipathy to rise to the skies!

Those who went against their true nature would damage their heart of martial arts. Every person's true nature was decided by their conscience. For instance, those righteous individuals like Jiang Baoyun and Qin Wuxin followed the noble and virtuous path. If they did something evil, such as plotting against others, treachery, betrayal, or other malicious actions, this would go against their nature, inevitably ruining their heart of martial arts.

But as for those like the Acacia Faction and the South Sea Demon Region, these kinds of martial artists followed the immoral, wicked path. They placed emphasis on indulging in their most basic desires and fulfilling all of their dark ideas. If they were to behave and be goodly like some holy monk, then that also would go against their nature.

Zhang Shaoshan was an individual who had a very heavy and proud heart, and was also narrow-minded with a low tolerance level. He loved to step on others, but if someday he were to be disgraced and stepped on by someone else, this would frustrate his spirit and thoughts, blocking his cultivation.

As of now, Zhang Shaoshan was in this situation. In front of everyone, he had been repeatedly stepped on. Although the person who had done this was Mugu Buyu, Zhang Shaoshan had also counted Lin Ming as one of his heart's thorns. He had even linked in Jiang Baoyun, bearing a deep grudge against all three of them.

'Just you wait, I will have you pay the price for shaming me!'

Zhang Shaoshan clenched his teeth, and was finally carried away.

.......

"Lin Ming, this is for you." Mu Qianyu turned her hands, and a sparkling, translucent pill bottle and a ring appeared in her hands. The pill bottle was made from exquisite jade, and was beautiful just like the whitest crystal. As for the ring, it was very plain, looking no different to a copper or steel ring.

But Lin Ming was able to recognize that this ring was actually a high-grade human-step spatial ring.

It wasn't an easy task to forge a spatial ring. Because of this, a spatial ring was often much more expensive than a treasure of the same grade. This spatial ring might not be as valuable as a weak earth-step treasure, but it wasn't too different.

Mu Qianyu smiled and said, "The true essence stones inside the ring are yours. There are 240 of them, I'm giving you these resources ahead of time so you can cultivate."

Hearing the number 240, Lin Ming was overjoyed. These true essence stones that Mu Qianyu had passed to him were naturally medium-grade true essence stones. A single medium-grade true essence stone was worth 100 normal true essence stones, meaning that these 240 medium-grade true essence stones were worth 24,000 ordinary pure true essence stones! Also, it wasn't easy to trade for medium-grade true essence stones; the true value of them was probably much higher than he thought.

To use medium-grade true essence stones to cultivate was a luxury that not even the core disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys could enjoy.

"I'll use these 240 medium-grade true essence stones to cultivate. As for those other true essence stones that I won through the gambling house, I'll use those as currency to buy items."

Lin Ming planned to use the true essence stones with this intention. But,the true essence stones seemed to have become a bit heavier. If he only used medium-grade true essence stones to cultivate, 240 wouldn't be enough. As for the ordinary true essence stones, those would quickly be spent if he wished to purchase some top quality materials.

"Thank you, Saintess Your Highness."

Because Shi Zongtian was also present, Lin Ming didn't show any surprise or knowledge of what he knew was in Mu Qianyu's hands, and respectfully received the pill bottle and spatial ring.

"This spatial ring is also for you. I see that your spatial ring is some low-grade treasure, it's best to change it." Mu Qianyu casually said. Lin Ming hesitated for a moment but didn't decline. After all, this was part of the ceremony.

Previously, he had taken three medium-grade human-step spatial rings from the bodies of Huo Gong, Ouyang Dihua, and the Allied Trade Association's President Zhang Fengxian. But he never showed these rings to the light of day or wore them on his hand.

With this high-grade human-step spatial ring, he would be able to destroy those three spatial rings he got from killing others.

A high-grade human-step spatial ring had an inner dimensional capacity that was larger than all of Lin Ming's total rings combined. Not only that, but it was much more stable and could last for thousands of years without collapsing.

After Mu Qianyu handed over the Heaven Opening Pill, Shi Zongtian also took out a vivid red pill box. After opening it, there was a crystal clear emerald pill inside, the size of a longan. It shined with an incomparably pure origin energy – this was also a Heaven Opening Pill.

This was the reward for being the champion of this year's Total Faction Martial Meeting. Shi Zongtian had already promised to deliver the prize to Lin Ming ahead of time; this was the most convenient time to settle this matter.

Lin Ming took a deep breath. Out of nowhere, he had suddenly obtained two Heaven Opening Pills. This was simply an unthinkable dream to most martial artists. For instance, Qin Ziya had paid such a great price and so much time for a Heaven Opening Pill. With this alone, one could imagine how precious they were.

Lin Ming's heart stirred and he asked, "Valley Master Shi, if I take a Heaven Opening Pill whilst at the Pulse Condensation period, will there be any side effects?"

Shi Zongtian's mouth twitched. Was this boy actually thinking of eating a Heaven Opening Pill during the Pulse Condensation period? This was just a waste of such a precious treasure!

As far as most martial artists were concerned, taking a Heaven Opening Pill was their life's grandest and most solemn event. There were even those who prepared for decades for this! They would cultivate until their cultivation couldn't rise even a tiny bit more, and they would wait until their Zither Heart or Sword Heart or whatever else had reached its own bottleneck. Finally, they would go into seclusion and swallow the Heaven Opening Pill. Earlier, if Qin Ziya hadn't been worried about failing to break through to the Xiantian realm due to his 50 years of age and low chance of ever receiving another Heaven Opening Pill, causing a problem with his Zither Heart, then he would most likely have broken through.

Most martial artists would hold a series of rituals before they took the Heaven Opening Pill. They would choose an auspicious date and bathe in incense. Afterwards, they might even stay in seclusion for over a year to refine all of the medicine and not let a single bit go to waste.

But Lin Ming, he was actually thinking of taking a Heaven Opening Pill with his Pulse Condensation period cultivation, treating these treasures like candy.

If those peak Houtian realm masters who could never step into the Xiantian realm because they lacked a Heaven Opening Pill heard this, they would probably go mad with rage and spit out several liters of blood.

Shi Zongtian coughed and said, "Lin Ming, although there aren't any side effects from taking the Heaven Opening Pill during the Pulse Condensation period, you won't be able to avoid wasting much of the efficacy due to your cultivation. You should consider reaching the Houtian realm before taking it, its effects will be better then."

"I understand." Lin Ming only heard Shi Zongtian say that there wouldn't be side effects. As for wasting efficacy of the medicine, that simply wasn't even in his consideration. What he wanted to attack first wasn't the Houtian realm or even the Xiantian realm, but the Tempering Marrow boundary!

If he could open the Eight Inner Hidden Gates and the Nine Stars of the Dao Palace, he would be far superior to anyone else in the Xiantian realm or Revolving Core realm!

'Of these two Heaven Opening Pills, it should be fine for me to take one now. Then I can see if the Heaven Opening Pill is enough to satisfy the lowest requirements of the 'Chaotic Virtues Combat Meridians' to help reach the Pulse Condensation Tempering Marrow boundary!

'If eating one doesn't work so well, then I will spend a massive amount of energy to draw up a medicinal inscription symbol so that I can inscribe onto the Heaven Opening Pill! If I add a medicinal inscription symbol to the Heaven Opening Pill and take it again, it should be good!'

As Lin Ming's cultivation and power increased by bounds and leaps, his own inscription technique had fallen behind too much.

Practicing inscription technique required a great deal of time and energy. When Lin Ming had been poor and had no resources, he had no choice but to invest a massive amount of time in practicing inscription techniques, and use those inscription symbols he drew up to trade for cultivation resources. But as his status grew higher and higher, he no longer had to waste his time to trade for resources, but was able to invest all of his time into cultivating.

The most recent time that Lin Ming had used inscription techniques was when he was exchanging the symbols he drew for materials for his body inscription symbol. At that time, Lin Ming had drawn up inscription symbols for Sky Fortune Kingdom's Pulse Condensation and Houtian masters for their medium-grade human-step weapons.

Since he was only able to draw up inscription symbols for medium-grade human-step treasures, Lin Ming could only be considered a medium-grade human-step inscription master.

But the Heaven Opening Pill rank was about equal to an earth-step pill; it was a sudden rise of two grades in difficulty. If Lin Ming wanted to draw up a medicinal inscription symbol that could pair up with the Heaven Opening Pill, he would need to at least achieve a low-grade earth-step ability in inscription technique. This would again take a massive amount of time and energy.

But, if this method could really help him enter into the Tempering Marrow boundary, then it was all worth it.

At this time, Shi Zongtian asked, "Lin Ming, have you chosen what earth-step treasure you would like?"

Lin Ming shook his head, "Not yet."

"Mm? Liu Xuan hasn't brought you to the Treasure Pavilion?"

"He did, it's just that the spears within the Treasure Pavilion do not suit me." Lin Ming tactfully said, carefully considering the words and expressions to use so as not to be rude.

"Ha!" Shi Zongtian laughed. If nothing was suitable, that just meant Lin Ming didn't take a fancy to any of his Seven Profound Valleys' earth-step treasure spears.

Shi Zongtian glanced at Liu Xuan who was responsible for the Treasure Pavilion. After Liu Xuan had brought Lin Ming here, he had gone to stand at a corner in the square. Shi Zongtian smiled and used a true essence sound transmission to beckon him over.

"Liu Xuan, what's wrong, your Refiner Faction's Treasure Pavilion doesn't even have a single decent spear?"

Liu Xuan forced a smiled. He was still a Xiantian master and had a very acute sense of hearing. Shi Zongtian hadn't bothered to conceal the conversation he had with Lin Ming, Liu Xuan had heard every bit of it. It was just that the Seven Profound Valleys didn't have any masters who forged spears, so where would a high quality earth-step treasure spear come from?

Liu Xuan honestly said, "Apprentice Nephew Lin wishes for a flexible spear. However, our Treasure Pavilion only has three earth-step spears, all of which are hard spears. Not only that, but they are of quite ordinary quality. However, Apprentice Nephew Lin has said that he can provide spear crafting materials if we can forge it for him."

As Liu Xuan said this, he cast a somewhat doubtful look towards Lin Ming. In Liu Xuan's opinion, with Lin Ming's common mortal background and young age, it was unlikely for him to understand how difficult it was to refine treasures, especially earth-step treasures. He probably had some low-quality common materials that he thought could be used to refine an earth-step treasure.

However, this wasn't related to him. Since Shi Zongtian had asked, he had truthfully spoken.

The fact was, Liu Xuan was a tiny bit annoyed by Lin Ming. After all, the Treasure Pavilion could be said to be equivalent to his Refining Faction. There were many disciples who vainly dreamed and hoped to one day enter and choose a treasure. But Lin Ming hadn't taken a liking to any of the treasures inside. It had to be known that there were many martial artists, that from the very first time they cultivated martial artists to the point when they reached the Xiantian realm, would never have had a chance to touch an earth-step treasure!

"Oh?" Shi Zongtian's eyes picked up. Lin Ming actually had materials to make a flexible spear? But the materials that were qualified to craft an earth-step flexible spear were rare and exceedingly difficult to find. "What sort of materials do you have?"

"It's only the spear shaft material. As for the spearhead material, I do not have any."

"The spear shaft is enough. When making a flexible spear, the spear shaft is the most important part. Also, the materials to craft an earth-step flexible spear's shaft are very rare. Lin Ming, do you really have any something?" Shi Zongtian actually did believe Lin Ming to an extent. After all, he was certain that Lin Ming had experienced some great fortuitous opportunity.

"It's a piece of bamboo…" Lin Ming said, and then pulled the Violet Electricity Spirit Bamboo from his spatial ring. The nine foot nine inch Violet Electricity Spirit Bamboo was a deep vivid color, and it sparkled with electric flashes.

Liu Xuan was directly befuddled, just what was this?

In the Realm of the Gods, countless legends fought over a mysterious cube. After the battle it disappeared into the void. Lin Ming stumbles upon this mystery object and begins his journey to become a hero of the land.

The same Martial World from Wuxiawrold. Not claiming ano. credits or anything for this. Made for personal use and convenient reading in offline.

'10 year old?'
Jaehwan frowned as he brought his finger up to his head. 10 year-old? Why was he a 10 year-old? How was his mother here? Why was HE here?
Why… am I… who am I?
"…What did I do wrong to him?"
"I never said you have done anything wrong."
"My kid is fine. He's good at school, he has many friends… and even his teachers…"
"Some delusional disorders are hard to notice as the symptoms are the same as regular activities."
"NO! He is fine! He was just… he was just triggered! It's all his fault… because of him… my kid… he just…"
"I'll show you, Ma'am."
The doctor then brought Jaehwan to the small table at the corner of the room and pulled the curtains. It was very thin and simple that it had no effect on cutting the sounds out. The sound of a woman's tense breathing came through. The doctor spoke to Jaehwan.
"Jaehwan. Can you answer a few questions for me?"
Jaehwan nodded.
"How old are you?"
"…I forgot."
"Forgot? And why is that?"
"I've lived too long for that."
"Too long? How long is that?"
"10 billion years."
A woman gasping could be heard beyond the curtain. The doctor glanced toward the curtain and continued with his questions.
"So what have you been doing until now Jaehwan?"
"I was fighting with Big Brother."
"Is Big Brother your 'father'?"
Jaehwan did not answer. The doctor wrote something on his paper and continued to ask.
"So why did you fight with Big Brother?"
"To destroy the System."
"System? And what is that? Can you explain it to me?"
Jaehwan felt a heavy headache as he tried to remember what System was, but it didn't work. The doctor then nodded knowingly and gave a pen and piece of paper to Jaehwan.
"Jaehwan, can you draw it on here?"
Jaehwan began drawing something on the paper. It didn't take him long to finish his picture. The doctor received the paper back from Jaehwan.
It was a giant tree. A giant tree with dried roots and branches. The doctor looked at it intriguingly. 
"Is this tree the 'System'?"
Jaehwan did not answer as he became dizzy. He could hardly breathe, but the doctor kept on asking his questions.
"…So, there's a thing called a 'tower' at the root of this tree and it kidnaps people from Earth to send them up the tree?"
"Yes."
"And that is [Cultivation]?"
"Right."
"And you survived the [Cultivation] and moved up to the top of the tower?"
The questions kept coming and Jaehwan kept answering. Adapters and Awakeners. <Chaos> and <Depth>. Gods and Followers. Jaehwan wasn't sure why he knew all that, but he focused on answering the doctor's questions.
"I see. So, the 'unique world' is some form of imaginary space that is created by one's dream. Is that right?"
"Similar."
"And when you get many to believe in it, then it becomes a 'reality'?"
Jaehwan nodded. He then saw a figure dwindling beyond the curtain. Every time he answered a question, he felt his mother's breathing growing shallower.
It was a strange feeling. Each time Jaehwan answered to make his world more detailed, the history he had lived on was being trampled upon, but Jaehwan wasn't sure what it was.
As doctor kept on asking, Jaehwan saw him changing eerily. It wasn't his expression, but his face was covered by complicated words and numbers. It was those that Jaehwan saw from the man that he stabbed.
Voices kept on speaking to him.
Stab. Stab him and kill him.
Jaehwan shook his head as he bit on his lips.
'No- I cannot do that. Mom will become sad.'
Jaehwan crouched to hide from the voices arguing over him. The questioning stopped. Blood dripped from his lips and the doctor was shocked, dragging Jaehwan up.
"Oh, no! Nurse!"
The doctor quickly picked up Jaehwan and laid him down on a bed. He then called a nurse to look over Jaehwan's wound. The doctor then called Jaehwan's mother to a separate room. She was pale as ever and was barely breathing.
Doctor sighed. He saw the woman's world tearing apart from what she just witnessed.
"J-Jaehwan loves reading… he reads all kinds of novels and comics. That probably…"
"Ma'am."
"He's just too smart! He can't…"
"Ma'am."
She burst into wails. The doctor waited until she calmed down a bit.
"I will have to ask you to excuse me for asking such questions."
"…Yes."
"Was Jaehwan ever harmed by his father in any way?"
The woman gasped for a second and answered, "N-no."
"Is that true? You have to be honest with me, ma'am."
"…NO! I'm telling the truth. He never laid hands on his son!"
The mother's denial even felt desperate.
"But I can see traces of violence that his father inflicted on Jaehwan. All of his symbols depict his father."
The doctor spoke as he showed drawings and the records that he obtained from Jaehwan. There was a tree, a tower, and a stick man stabbing toward the sky.
"Tree and the tower. All the images point to 'heightening.' And the 'stab'… don't you think they all have a similar image?"
"…I am not sure."
"In psychology, these are all symbols of a male penis."
"P-penis?"
"Yes. I am shocked to see such a perfect example of a case that depicts it all with one image."
The doctor scratched his head as he continued to explain. The woman quietly listened to the doctor. He described with countless words and psychological theories. The woman couldn't understand even half of what the doctor said but barely managed to understand that the situation was very serious. 
"Do you think he had harmed Jaehwan when I was not aware?"
"We cannot say for sure, but we are seeing a trace of such violence from Jaehwan and it will directly impact his mental growth."
"What should we do…"
The doctor then tapped on his desk and spoke reassuringly to the desperate woman.
"But don't worry too much. Not everything about Jaehwan's current diagnosis is bad."
The woman was surprised.
"What do you mean?"
"Jaehwan's symbolic images are more vivid and specific than any other patient or research records that I have ever seen and they are interconnected with each other. It's not just matter of his imagination… it's even to the point of literary…"
 The doctor then tried to find the words to describe and continued.
"It feels like such a world really did exist when I hear his stories. He's just a 10-year-old kid and…"
The woman frowned angrily.
"Are you mocking me?"
"No, it's not that. Jaehwan is in serious condition, but if he can overcome this, his disorder might even help him in an artistic way."
"Artistic way?"
"Some think that delusional disorder and the savant syndrome are closely related."
"…Savant… what? What is that?"
The doctor shook his head. He understood that the woman did not understand any of the professional terms that he just used.
"Ah, it's a disorder that is common with geniuses. I'm just letting you know so you can rest assured."
The doctor then folded his patient file in a folder and concluded the meeting. "We'll have to have Jaehwan stay away from his father. I suggest you visit us for further treatment. Jaehwan needs it for his future."

This is the story of a man who had refused to go back into the past when everyone else had decided to do so.

Until the very end.

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