Humanity has reached the point where they have created a digital world to retire to. A games company made the prototype, and as such it works as a video game would. Our heroes are the digital bodies of four friends left behind by their owners in this prototype world. It's been a pretty enjoyable existence, but now glitches are appearing and unleashing dangerous programs. Our heroes are the ones chosen to investigate and combat these programs.

Wong Jiayin started to disappear, breaking apart into pure energy. Soon, all that was left was an empty pile of vines.

[She is fine. Wong Jiayin will go back to where she was before arriving in Gaellia.]

"Is that so?" I voiced but was reassured.

The eighteen-year-old had not been innocent but I still felt killing her was too extreme a reaction. What the Chinese girl needed was not death but therapy and to maybe answer for her crimes. She going off the deep-end was not an excuse to forgive her for killing Rosettia Fillemund and whatever else she did to reach Level 54 so quickly.

(Maybe we were all victims of happenstance. Jiayin, Rosettia, me, and whoever else not native to this planet.)

I looked at the sky which was starting to gather storm clouds from a side-effect of the <Firestorm> messing with the atmospheric pressure. I saw the dancing energy that was the remnants of Jiayin continue to float up before it got too far for me to see without enhancing my vision.

"Miss Wong, I wish you will eventually find peace—and not in death."

Looking down at the pile of vines, I watched as 37 put the entire thing in our Inventory to handle later and was sure the Wind Fire Wheels were also taken.

After a moment, I irritatedly mussed my hair, ruining the half-tail it had been pulled back in. "Ahhhh!"

All this and I still never got any answers from her!

[Actually…]

"Hm?"

Please tell me… 

[One of the rewards for a won Duel is the other Partner's Biography. And I did manage to glean some information in my altercation with Program D-01.]

I stopped bothering to stand on the ground, pulling my feet up and throwing my hands up in the air in relief. Thankfully all this effort wasn't for nothing!

'So?' I eagerly asked my adorable and cute AI (unlike the psycho 01) while I sat with my legs crossed while <Hovering.>

[Ahem. I suggest we relocate first—]

Before I could ask why, 37 continued.

[Nostradamus is closing in on our—]

'You had me at Nostradamus!'

And I was gone.

…

…

A few days later, I was making myself scarce, staying in the Wyvern Roost.

I spent the past few days going through the spoils of winning the Duel while talking with 37 and clarifying some points. 

Most of the items weren't of use for me immediately or redundant, so I just put it aside in my Inventory. The only things of relevance were several records and scrolls.

The Birth of the Spider-Lily had been a somber read. It gave me a bit of insight into what the eighteen-year-old went through on Gaellia. 

There wasn't much revealed when it came to the mechanics of Programs and their Partners, other than the fact systems reflected the Partner—Jiayin had a dimensional pocket and techniques common to stories I've seen in female-orientated C-novels (and I suppose 01 was her "pet") in contrast to my game-like setup. 

I found out way more than I wanted to about the Eastern Kingdoms though, including the fact Jiayin was a deft hand at mental manipulation. King Zadok had been under her control when she left to Crown City to stir up some more trouble. 

For some reason, Jiayin had been after Nostradamus which made me conflicted. Was it a good thing or bad that I happened to pop up onto her radar when I followed Natasha and she split, thinking I was stalking her as another Partner? Because it was obvious that Jiayin had no chance against the half-alfr but the likeliest outcome—with her bullheadedness—would have been a fairly gruesome death.

Sorcery was a magic that made me think sadists invented the magic system.

Other than that, I flipped through the spells she knew. Apparently, when they were talking about a Partner's property, they meant everything. Since most of her knowledge was of Forbidden Magic, the only useful one I would actually use was her disguise technique <False Face.>

My partner was busy going through all the information he managed to get from glimpses of 01's coding.

I now knew there were different Programs types: A, D, and N models. A stupid but very plain naming system of "Angel Programs," "Devil Programs," and "Neutral Programs."

It was my fault for never thinking to ask why 37 chose to contact 42 until after the fight with 01. Sometimes, my partner was reticent with information—probably a side-effect of his programming—that would have been useful to know since I couldn't read his mind unlike he could mine.

Rosettia Fillemund had been partnered with Program A-42. 37 had wanted to contact 42 because he was aware that "A" designations were "good."

Well, I couldn't blame 37 for not mentioning this to me before. I had thoroughly questioned my AI and he seemed only a little more informed than I was when it came to his brethren and why we were all in Gaellia.

It probably had to deal with the fact that Neutral Programs were supposed to turn into Angel or Devils as they learned from their Partners. Child programs that didn't become "aware" until they changed.

That was what 01 had been cackling about in her last moments, after all. She thought 37 would turn into a Devil Program after killing Jiayin, not realizing he meant to delete 01 herself.

I sighed.

*Purrr? Klck.*

I turned my head to the mother wyvern. "I'm bored."

The wyvern only cocked her head to one side before dismissing me and started grooming one of her babies that struggled to run from its bath.

Looking at the amusing sight for a moment, I turned my gaze back out into Crown City. The sky was turning purple and orange from the sunset, glass and metal reflecting the sun and sending young wyverns to chase the scattered light.

Meanwhile, the fallout from the battle in the sky of Crown City during the night resulted in the end of the Conference. With the "attack" on the city, the foreign dignitaries felt unsafe to linger any longer. 

And, I suppose, since they were only going in circles, the scholars have given up on the meeting for the moment. It was time to gather more information before they were to meet again.

I was trying to figure out how to leave the information I got from Jiayin's biography to someone that could do something about it (someone not me). The Head Librarian seemed the best candidate even if Nostradamus was the one I knew that was closest to politics.

Considering the fact I ditched my Library Key on a random weather pane to keep the half-alfr from tracking me down, it was kind of obvious I was avoiding the Master Sorcerer.

[Nori?]

'What's up?'

[… should I delete myself so you can go back home?]

I was taken aback. "Where did this come from?"

[It's because you're bonded with me that a Devil Program and Partner targeted us. There are dozens more of my kind on Gaellia and… and I do not know enough to be able to help you.]

'Nonsense. Are you feeling guilty? Well, don't. You're practically in the same boat as me, Thirty-Seven.'

[But…]

"Also, I would not want to leave if it required sacrificing you. And…"

I had a reason to stay in Gaellia now.

[Nori?]

Clapping my hand, I floated out of the belltower to settle on the roof. I rubbed my hands in anticipation. "Enough with the doom and gloom! The Conference has ended so that means the Quest is complete! Show me the rewards!"

Fiction. Fiction. Fiction. Give me something to read!

A window popped up:

<Quest Complete.>

I impatiently skimmed through the summary.

<Reward>
<Subclass gained: Ninja>
<Reading App for Terminal Unlocked.>
<Allowance of 100,000 words for Reading App.>

I paused before digging out my smartphone and opening the new app. 

WHAT IS THIS?! 

[You can do Dailies for more points to read with, Nori.]

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

POST #15 FROM THE BOOK "NEW-CLEAR BOMBS FROM NITHYA SATSANG"
 
Following is an extract from the book titled: 108 New-Clear Bombs from Nithya Satsang, from the teachings of His Divine Holiness (HDH) Nithyananda Paramashivam, the living incarnation of Paramashiva. Through simple truths, HDH causes powerful cognitive shifts in individuals in his/her path of enlightenment.
 
Section: STRAIGHT SOLUTIONS FOR LIFE
 
15. The lion's lunch 
 
Please listen to this story. A lion lived in a forest where a flock of sheep used to graze. Every day a sheep would come and stand in front of this lion, start a conversation, and then the lion would kill that sheep and eat it. Every day, this is happening. 
One day, a fox came to eat the remaining meat. He got his food and he started staying there. The fox was really surprised seeing this strange thing happening every single day. He went and asked the lion, 'How is it that every day, one sheep comes to you and starts a conversation, spends time with you, and you kill that sheep and eat it? What is  the secret?'
The lion laughed and said, 'It is nothing. One day I called the whole flock of sheep and made them believe that they are all lions and very powerful, and nothing can be done to them. I invited each one to come and spend some time with me alone. So every day one sheep comes for a friendly chat with me, believing that nothing can be done to it! After that it is easy for me to just kill it and eat it!'
Please understand this is exactly the story I will use to describe the freedom of the press in some countries! This is the right example for press freedom. The media makes you believe that YOU are empowered because of its freedom! It constantly makes you believe that its freedom is your freedom and makes you trust it more than your own common sense - which is the surest way to destroy yourself. 
For reading the entire book "New-Clear Bombs From Nithya Satsang", visit:
http://www.nithyananda.org/book/en/108-new-clear-bombs-paramahamsa-nithyananda
If you wish to support building KAILAASA - the enlightened civilization that is being revived by His Divine Holiness Nithyananda Paramashivam, you may contribute at:
http://gateway.nithyananda.org/kailaasaunion/
For participating in enlightening programs, visit:
http://programs.nithyananda.org

Following is an extract from the book titled: 108 New-Clear Bombs from Nithya Satsang, from the teachings of His Divine Holiness (HDH) Nithyananda Paramashivam, the living incarnation of Paramashiva. Through simple truths, HDH causes powerful cognitive shifts in individuals in his/her path of enlightenment.
 
Section: STRAIGHT SOLUTIONS FOR LIFE

"Good morning, Fluffy. Ok, ok. I'm sorry to wake you up." I stroked his head when I felt his restlessness.  'Puurrr'

"I will run for a while. You sleep, ok?" After patting him one more time, I got up, washed up and wore my joggers before leaving the room.

Even though it was early hours, there were some fellow students reading books in the common room. I nodded them and said "Good morning" and left. As it was one of the privileges of Ravenclaw for winning house cup, there were no other houses out of their common room or should I say nobody would wake up so early as our house does.
 
I ran around the castle and watched around. The grasses began wither and weather was cold notifying the beginning of autumn.  Around the Black lake, there was an eerie silence.
After I ran about fifteen kilometres, I felt tired and hungry. Time went by so fast and it was almost time for breakfast. I returned my room and had a shower before feeding Fluffy and let him roam in the castle and went down the stairs.

"Good morning, Hermione. You are late. Everybody left for breakfast, let's go, hurry up."
"Good morning, Padma. It's wrong, I just returned from running so I'm earlier than all of you." I grinned and took her arm. 

"Say, Padma. Did you miss me? Why are you so cold to me?" I was weeping fake tears while asking my best friend and watching her.

"Who would miss you, hmph" 

"Really? Here I was thinking to give you a gift from my trip *sniff* ?" I was holding my heart as if her answer broke my feelings.

"Cut your act, Hermione. We should hurry or we will be late." Padma was squeezing my cheeks. 
"Sorry, hehe hehe. But I bought you some books to read and I know you will like it."

"Thanks, Hermione. I bought you guys gifts as well. When we meet after classes we should exchange then."

"It smells so good. Good morning, early birds. What's the menu?" I sat down and looked at my friends whom I didn't see for months. 

"There are fresh eggs, sausages, black pudding, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, bacon, ham, sauteed mushrooms, grilled tomatoes, baked beans, oatmeal, berries,  toasts, etc. for food and coffee, green tea, orange juice, milk, hot chocolate and pumpkin juice," Sue introduced to me.

"I'll have sausages and eggs with oatmeal and orange juice then." I filled my plate and had my breakfast when our house head walked to our table.

"Good morning, little wizards and witches. Welcome back to the school. Here are your schedules. The first class is Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall o don't be late. " Professor Flitwick gave us our programs before leaving.

"Luna, what's your first class? If you wish, we can send you there." Lisa gave a big smile to Luna who was listening to us silently.

"I've Charms with house head. It's a joint class with Hufflepuffs." Luna thanked and accepted the offer as she didn't know the roads yet.

"Listen, Luna. You don't have to be nervous. All you need to do is to answer when professors ask or you're called. Leave the rest to the boys. Last year Hermione earned most of the points for the house so this year it's boys turn." When Padma was talking about last year, Sue hit her foot under the table.

"Ouch, what did you do that for?" 
"You idiot, why should she leave her fate on others' hand? If she has the ability, she should display it." 

"Why should we do everything, if we have a chance to leave it to the boys? Even if I like studying and researching, it doesn't mean I like being under the spot." 

I rolled my eyes as it was their daily bickering and they didn't have a winner nor fixed upon it. 

"Come, Luna. Let me show you your class after having our books from the dorms." Luna and I returned to pick our books while the rest of the group decided to enjoy the breakfast for a while before leaving for classes.

As we reached to the portrait, the lady asked once more before letting us in. "What has to be broken before you can use it?"

"Do you want to solve it by yourself, Luna?" I asked as she was eager to solve it by herself.

"Sure. " Luna nodded and turned to the portrait, "The answer is an egg."

The protagonist finds herself in HP as Hermione Granger. She starts a new adventure in a new world. 

*I don't own any of the original Harry Potter characters, plots, and anything related to Harry Potter series as it credited to the original author. 

* English isn't my mother tongue so I will struggle to convey my ideas so bear with it. I'm only writing this as I am enjoying myself. I'll go in my pace. Hope you like it, even if you don't, it's not important. Have fun...

The prairie that looked entirely different from the four kingdoms of the strait and the north coastline and the creatures on the prairie with every detail manifested were demonstrated in the eyes of the audience, leading the audience to enjoy the exotic view and the unprecedented dinner for the eye.
For the people who probably had never left their own city or kingdom, such a view fascinated them, as if their souls were truly placed on the prairie. They were overwhelmed by the vast, refreshing view, shrieking and roaring at the predation on it.
In the Mills School of Nobles, the same screen stood at the central square. The noble students who had just finished their night classes were attracted to it. Then, their feet seemed to have been glued on the ground, making it impossible for them to move.
"Is this the prairie?" Jane, who had always been calm and quiet, looked at the greenness on the screen, which befitted all her romantic fantasies about the prairie in her reading. So, she mumbled uncontrollably. However, the experience this time was much lesser than that during her visit to space.
The noble friends next to her expressed their shock too. Even though their families had villas, manors, forests, and hunting grounds, there weren't any such boundless prairies in Holm. That was the unique enticing view in the south of the Gusta Empire on the opposite side of the Storm Strait.
However, since they had enjoyed many beautiful views, their horizons were much broader than the common citizens. They were not entirely overwhelmed or lost, and they were still communicating with each other in a low voice.
"The live show this time is too surprising. Before, I only felt that 'Man and Nature' was fun. I never knew that it was so astounding until today." The noble ladies were more or less romantics.
"This is not a live show. As Ms. Nightingale said before, it's a satellite television." Jane's friend corrected her opinion and pressed her face, feeling that her cheeks were burningly hot. She said with a dreamy tone, "How I wish to go to the prairies, sit on the wild horses, and watch the setting sun dye the green grasses red. Jane, was the view in space even more splendid than this?"
Although they had repeated the topic many times, the boundless space was the forever romance.
"Yes. Stars were much more beautiful than on the ground. They were pure, clear, and some of them had beautiful halos…" Jane tirelessly described the scene again. What she saw and heard was deeply etched into her brain.
Without them knowing it, "Man and Nature" was over, and the picture was back to the studio. Nightingale smiled and said, "Starting from next Monday, 'Man and Nature' on 'Arcana Voice' will be stopped, and it will be aired in the Sky Channel of the Allyn Television Station. Correspondingly, we will have significant improvements and adjustments on other programs so that broadcast and satellite streams can carry out their own advantages. In the next show, you will see a brand new show that solely belongs to the Sky Channel and is different from any shows in the past. It will bring you a new and marvelous experience.
"My friends, are you ready?"
Ms. Nightingale's sweet voice entered the ears of every member of the audience, waking them up from the shock brought by the world of grasses and animals. Even the most experienced adventurers had barely been to the Gusta Empire and the southern prairie. Naturally, they were fascinated too.
"What brand new show?"
"Can there be any show that is more exciting than the prairie?"
Nightingale's words filled Longman, Jane, and Ali with curiosity and expectation.
Nightingale continued, "If you are ready, let's begin a journey of exploration!"
The gentle light appeared and slowly disappeared. A blue ocean showed up on the ocean. The waves were surging, and the seabirds were flying up and down.
"Ocean!" It was still a major shock for the ordinary people who had never been to port cities, but having just appreciated a prairie, they were much less shocked than just now. It seemed no different from "Man and Nature" just now although the scene was different.
For the noble descendants like Jane, even if they had never traveled on a ship, they had visited the coastal cities like Padrey Port and enjoyed the freshness of the ocean. So, they were relatively calm. They talked to each other in confusion, "Is this really as good as Ms. Nightingale described?"
"No, I don't think it's a brand-new experience either."
Looking at the screen, Jane was rather confident. For all these years, "Arcana Voice" never disappointed her. She trusted that "Sky Satellite TV Station" wouldn't either!
At this moment, the camera drew close, revealing a steamship before everyone's eyes. Eight magic cannons that were attached with the effect of Lucien's Fireball pointed at all directions magnificently. Then, the camera drew even closer so that the audience could see the two males and two females on the deck.
"This is the ocean near the Sinel Island. We have accepted a contract with the islanders to investigate the floating dead fish that often occurred in the ocean recently…
"In the Sinel Island, there's a story that goes like this. Many, many years ago, this place used to be the territory of a sorcerer, but he never appeared again after a certain day. From that day on, the islanders have been hearing appalling cries and seeing green fire floating on the ocean all the time. Sometimes, they are lost for days when they go out fishing. It is said that when the fishermen are lost, they will see a 'lighthouse' that they have never seen before in the event of a storm…"
As the magnetic male voice continued, Longman, who was still a teenager, had goosebumps all over his body. Was it a horror show?
"This 'Journey of Discovery' will be conducted by two middle-rank sorcerers and two grand knights. They will unravel the possible cause of the mysterious incident and look for the treasures behind it…"
After the narrator was done, the tough-looking middle-aged man on the deck cleaned his classic magic robe and said, "I'm Grilles, and I'm good at illusion, necromancy, and elements. I am the captain of this Journey of Discovery. We are about to reach the Sinel Island."
Investigate a mysterious incident, explore the magic tower that possibly lingered, and search for the possible treasures… Longman, Jane, Ali, and the other ordinary people who never had any adventure before felt that their hearts were bursting. Their eyes were focused and excited, and they were completely focused on the program. What could the cause have been? Could they find it out? Would they run into any danger?
As for the adventurers, the noble knights, and the sorcerers, although they had similar experiences before, they had never been through a journey from such a perspective. So, they were also enthralled.
As the steamship reached the Sinel Island, the sorcerers, knights, apprentices, and squires dispersed and asked the islanders for clues. Those scenes were displayed to the audience in an orderly fashion. They were more and more devoted and even began their own analysis in a low voice, proposing possible answers and pointing out the self-contradictions in the islanders' testimony now and then.
In their investigation, Grilles and the other sorcerers used magic to help themselves, solving the problems that the audience thought tricky easily. They were so astounded that they couldn't have admired magic more.
Half an hour into the program, and "three days" later in local time, the investigation reached a preliminary conclusion. All clues led to certain waters.
"Therefore, we need to explore the bottom of this part of the ocean…" While talking, Grilles cast ancillary spells such as "Underwater Breathing", leading the other three middle-rank professionals into the ocean.
"They… They are really going into the water…"
"Are they really going to explore it?"
Exclamations of shock echoed now and then. None of the audience could believe that they would witness a real adventure.
The water around shook softly, and both common and bizarre fish swam by quickly, dazzling the audience. Occasionally, fierce sea monsters came at them, only to be finished by the knights and sorcerers easily.
Even a serene girl like Jane couldn't help but feel that she was palpitating. Although she lived a peaceful life and disliked changes, she more or less had adventure fantasies, and since such fantasies could be experienced without her taking any real action, she was naturally attracted by it. She was amazed by the splendid spells and scared by the sea monsters that popped up out of nowhere. Her feelings were fluctuating more intensely than ever.
It was exactly the feeling that more members of the audience shared. So, when the shabby, broken magic tower at the bottom of the ocean appeared, all the squares were filled with cheers after gasps.
The magic tower was opened, but the golems at the gate suddenly lunged at the strangers, raising rounds of exclamations…
Slow, Ice, Fireball, and the other spells were cast, leading to praises and compliments…
Ghosts, secret chambers, treasure boxes, and traps appeared one after another. The atmospheres on the squares were almost frozen. Everybody was looking forward to what would happen next.
After Grilles finished the last monster and destroyed the magic tower, a wind suddenly blew on the square, causing everybody to gasp at the same time. Their palms were sweating, and their expressions were twisted. Excited and scared, they learned what the "new and wonderful experience" was through the unprecedented journey and exploration.
"'Arcana Voice' is too boring compared to satellite TV…" Longman's father said sincerely.
Longman agreed with him, but he was reluctant to admit it. "Some programs are more suitable as radios, like those which you have to listen to with full attention…"
"This is much more thrilling than plays, operas, and the bards' stories!" The common audience in the city square and the noble students in the Mills school remarked in the same way in excitement. It was an authentic "adventure" without any disguise!
"Even Earth does not have such reality shows…" In the Atomic Universe, Lucien, who was watching the "TV show" with Natasha, Grand Duke of Orvarit, Joel, Alisa, and John, had a lot of mixed feelings. "Even though broadcast hasn't been popularized here… Should I invent a 'Wilderness Survival' or 'A Bite of Holm'?"


"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.

In the Ironman Training Center, Max leaned against his chair with a job briefing in his hands. The middle-aged man with a beard in front of Max was a senior worker who had been with Max for many years. In addition, he was the most experienced and capable coach in this training center, so Max found him to be a very capable assistant.
"What about the newcomers? Are they adapting to their new job?" asked Max.
"They have pretty good executive capability and are able to follow training schemes to finish their tasks," the man with a beard said, but it seemed that he began to hesitate.
Max noticed the man's hesitation, and then asked, "What's wrong? Have you found anything wrong?"
"It's nothing, but these new coaches, in my view, are too common," said the bearded man.
"Too common? What do you mean?" asked Max.
"I mean they are too common in all aspects. During this period, I didn't find any special skills in them. It seemed that they can only finish the tasks arranged for them. If I was asked to use an adjective to describe their performance, I think the word would be 'mediocre,'" the bearded man said.
The word "mediocre" made Max unhappy, because he had spent a lot of money hiring these new coaches. If they didn't have great performance, it meant that Max had made a bad decision.
"Maybe they just came here for a short time, so they haven't completely adapted to the working environment here," Max said, trying to find an excuse.
"Maybe," the beard said. Then he took out a paper file, handed it to Max, and added, "This is the training scheme that Jones made for the students of the beach lifeguard course, which I filed. I thought this physical training scheme was too generalized. It was not suitable for everyone, and when I researched it, I found that this scheme was downloaded from the Internet."
Max took the paper file and read it seriously.
Max was a professional physical trainer, and he went through several pages of the physical training scheme and found that the content was the same. If you just read one of the schemes, you might think it was pretty good, but if you put the schemes together, you found that they were all revised editions of a single scheme. It was just like an annual year-end summary; apart from the date, everything was the same as last year.
"It is quite general." Max felt terrible immediately. Jones was the first coach he had hired, and Max thought highly of Jones, but according to the scheme, it was obvious that Jones failed to live up to Max's expectations.
"Judging from these training schemes, Jones isn't worth the salary I pay for him." Max hesitated, but then he said, "Last year, Jones successfully helped six people pass the exam for beach lifeguards within one month; this was a real achievement he made. Although these training schemes might seem mediocre, I guessed he might not be good at making detailed training schemes, but he might be good at practical training instead. It doesn't really matter as long as the training is good enough."
"I hope so." The beard shrugged, but the look on his face suggested that he didn't think highly of Jones.
Dai Li's training center.
Amidst the magic music, Dai Li was square dancing with a group of his students.
The modest movement of square dance made many students feel uncomfortable. They have never seen such a warm-up before.
"Coach Li said it was a warm-up, but I have never seen such a warm-up. It seemed like we were dancing!"
"But it really works, I feel warm now and I have sweat on my forehand."
"I guess this warm-up may have something to do with Chinese Kung Fu. Maybe Coach Li knows Kung Fu?"
"Ten to one, maybe he can fight like Jackie Chan."
"Stupid, Jackie Chan is just a movie star, not a master of boxing."
"You're stupid. Jackie Chan knows Chinese Kung Fu! And he brings Kung Fu into movies."
"Guys, stop arguing and save your strength. This is just a few minutes of warm-up, but I'm already sweating, and it seems like I've played half-court basketball. We're going to be exhausted when the formal training starts."
"It seems that we won't feel good for the next few days."
"Regret signing up? I told you earlier that Coach Li is not an ordinary coach."
The golden-haired Cruise finished his all-day training and walked out of the Ironman Training Center.
When he got home, he ordered a pizza and took a bath.
After coming out of the tub, Cruise felt much more relaxed. He stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself, glanced at his abdominal muscles and then showed off his strong biceps.
"Compared with the days before training, there doesn't seem to be any obvious change." Cruise touched his "Apollo's belt" and began to clean his body hair.
Cruise, meanwhile, could not help but recall the previous days of training.
"All the training programs are very general. They are just the same as the training programs in a common gym, but with a little bit more intensity. It seems that professional physical training center is no better than a common gym!"
Thinking of that, Cruise suddenly felt that his money was not worth it. The physical training course was so much more expensive than a common gym membership, yet what he got from it was merely doubling his training volume.
How about Hassel, he said that he had signed up at the training center of Dai Li, Cruise thought of his friend.
Hassel, a fat man, sank to the ground, gasping for breath. His face was covered with sweat and it seemed that he was completely worn out.
"The five-minute break is over, stand up and finish the next training program!" Dai Li said. At that moment, for Hassel, Dai Li's voice just like the cry of a devil.
But Hassel still struggled to get up and begin the next training program according to Dai Li's instructions.
The next training was a series of fat-reducing exercises, which was special-designed program for Hassel.
Dai Li nodded to show his satisfaction with Hassel's performance. Hassel looked like just another fat kid, but in fact, he was quite persevering. So far at least, he had finished all the physical training programs.
After a day of training, Hassel felt very tired and went to the bathroom. A few minutes in a hot shower made him feel better and relieved his muscle pain.
"Whew!" Hassel took a deep breath, and he stood there, letting the water spray over him.
"I'm so tired!" Hassel recalled the last few days and he felt that as if he were living in hell.
The shower sprayed into his face, making him unable to open his eyes, so subconsciously he lowered his head, avoided the shower spray, and opened his eyes.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar object, which was his penis.
At that moment, he widened his eyes and suddenly felt happy.
I can see it! I can see it with my head down! Hassel felt excited
In the past, Hassel could never have seen his penis over the rounded girth of his big belly. Today, however, Hassel could see it just by tipping his head down.
Hassel immediately understood that it was not his penis getting bigger, but his big belly getting smaller!
Hassel took the bath as fast as he could, didn't dry his body, and then stood in front of the mirror.
In the mirror, he was still fat, but now he was a fat man who looked very energetic.
Hassel patted his belly and felt that his fat had become stronger, then he tried lifting up his arms and flexing his biceps. And he found that the muscle on his fat and loose arms could float when he began to exert force.
"Yeah!" Hassel couldn't help cheering. He realized that these days of training had been really effective.
For Hassel, "seeing practical results" was more convincing. At that moment, he had a hope in his mind; he suddenly felt that all the fatigue and pain he had experienced during training was worth it, and if he continued to accept the training, he was likely to pass the 24-hour Frogman Challenge.
Jones was a little bit anxious; the training course he was in charge of had started more than 20 days ago, but he wasn't satisfied with the performance of the students. The training effect was failing to live up to his expectations.
Last year, when they were trained for 20 days, they made remarkable progress. This year, however, is totally different from last year. Many students aren't showing any progress at all. So what's the reason? The training programs are almost the same as last year, so what has caused the big difference in training results?
What Jones didn't know was that last year's training programs at Dai Li's training center were highly targeted, although they were routine. Dai Li's detector could detect everyone's shortcomings. And once you improved your shortcomings, you are sure to sense remarkable progress.
More importantly, at that time, for the function of team pyramid, Jones was a member of Dai Li's team, so he could learn from the first-rate coaches. But now that Jones had job-hopped, his training effect went back to his days as a coach at the gym.
The difference between a gym and a training center was just like the gap between an amateur and a professional athlete. An amateur who is very skillful in the opinions of ordinary people might be defeated instantly in a game with a professional athlete. The two can't be compared in any way. 
Dai Li could not find a suitable coach in a short time while his training center was short of hands. Therefore, he hired Jones, a gym-level coach. It was Dai Li's targeted training programs and the enhancement brought by the whole team that made up for the shortcomings of Jones and his colleagues. All they had to do was carry out the training programs, and then good results would be achieved.
However, for other high-level training centers, using coaches from common gyms would definitely result in disaster. High-level sports training was like sailing against the current. No progress simply meant regression. A high-level athlete who witnessed the regression of ability after months of training in your center would be a deadly blow to your business.
Dai Li came to Blake's office with a handful of resumes.
"Out of all these resumes, I think three of the candidates are decent choices for the position. Give them a probation period and let them have a try," said Dai Li. He gave some of the resumes to Blake. 
Blake got the resumes and took a look. And then he asked hesitantly, "Full-time contracts for them? Not part-time? The three are so average that they could only be coaches in a gym according to their work experience. In my opinion, they don't deserve full-time contracts with a training center like ours." 
"I know they are just average coaches. But what can I do? We are short of hands now. Every resume we have received recently is at the same level. I have tried to choose the best candidates." Dai Li shook his head helplessly. "But the three I have chosen were all once athletes, and they are not too old now. I hope there are more possibilities in them to be built up to be qualified coaches. We may have a future Payton, if we are lucky enough." 
"You want to train them yourself, again? They will go to other centers after they grow into qualified coaches." Blake threw cold water on Dai Li's ideas.
"Let them go then. Soon, others will know that what they got from my center is not what they thought." Dai Li smiled cunningly.


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!

Gu Nianzhi quietly looked at the online record from Christie's auctions and kept rubbing her phone's screen. She really wanted to know who the anonymous buyer was. How did this pink diamond crown end up on Tan Guiren's head? Zhao Liangze taught her internet skills and also the regulations for hackers and red hat hackers. They valued national interests above all, so they couldn't disregard the law just because they were skilled hackers. She also couldn't use the knowledge he had taught her to commit crimes for her own interests.
Gu Nianzhi had always been obedient, but this time she couldn't help it. She thought about how badly she wanted to learn the identity of the anonymous buyer, but not because she wanted to harm the interests of Christie's auctions. Gu Nianzhi knew that "anonymous" only applied to public disclosure. There was no way to remain anonymous to the auction house. Also, auction houses greatly valued buyer privacy, so if the buyer was unwilling to disclose their identity, they would never publish it on their behalf. So in order to find out who the anonymous buyer was, she had no choice but to hack into Christie's website and infiltrate their internal system.
Gu Nianzhi didn't have any tools on hand aside from her phone, but that was enough. As long as Christie's website didn't have powerful security like the German Federal Intelligence Service, she could break into the external programs. Sitting alone on the L-shaped couch behind the plants, Gu Nianzhi was completely focused on her phone. In the eyes of the other guests, she looked like a wallflower no one wanted to talk to.
Gu Yanran took the opportunity to come out and take a look when Tan Guiren went inside to change. She saw that He Zhichu was gone, and Gu Nianzhi was sitting alone on an L-shaped couch behind the plants as she played on her phone. Her lonely back was enough to make Gu Yanran beam like a blooming flower. She hadn't seen Gu Nianzhi and Huo Shaoheng's interactions by the lily wall earlier, and no one mentioned anything to her, either, so she didn't have a sliver of a doubt that they had truly broken up.
Of course, Gu Nianzhi didn't have the spare time to think about such silly things. In her heart, she had really broken up with Huo Shaoheng, and now he was in the process of trying to pursue her again. It was up to her whether or not she accepted him, so she didn't care about what other people thought, nor was it any of their business!
Gu Nianzhi's fingers continued to fly over the phone's screen as she entered in strings of commands to bypass one firewall after another. She cracked passwords one by one, and after ten minutes, she had finally cracked into Christie's auction's intranet system and gained access to their backend programs.
After getting inside the backend, it meant she had access to all of Christie's trade secrets. However, Gu Nianzhi remembered what Zhao Liangze told her, so she didn't look into any of Christie's other information. She only wanted to find out who had purchased Catherine the Great's pink diamond crown for the incredibly high price of 70 million US dollars 18 years ago.
Widening her eyes, she concentrated on looking through the records in Christie's online backend. Soon after, she found the unannounced buyer. His English name was Kevin Ku. Gu Nianzhi's hands couldn't stop shaking. Wasn't that the name of her comatose father, Gu Xiangwen?! After carefully checking, there was no other information on the website proving that this Kevin Ku was Gu Xiangwen. The name was so common, after all, and there were bound to be other people with the same name. She continued reading, and she ended up seeing that there was an additional note on the purchase record saying that the buyer asked Christie's auction house to use the best diamond engraver to engrave, "To Cereus, my little darling" inside the pink diamond crown.
When she had gone to Barbados, hadn't those people told her that Cereus was the name of the Gu's youngest daughter, Gu Nianzhi?! As a result, she began using Cereus as her English name after that. If she had only seen Kevin Ku's name earlier, she could have guessed that it might be a duplicate name. But now that she saw someone named Kevin Ku had purchased a pink diamond crown for his daughter, Cereus, she was completely certain. What were the odds that aside from her and Gu Xiangwen, there was another father named Kevin Ku with a daughter also named Cereus?! It was practically impossible. So this pink diamond crown had been purchased by her father, Gu Xiangwen, from Christie's auctions 18 years ago. From the purchase date, it must've been meant for his daughter's first birthday present.
Gu Nianzhi carefully looked at the record and reread each word several times. The unnamed emptiness in her heart seemed to slowly fill. She had no memories of her parents, but in that moment, she suddenly experienced the pure and deep love from her parents. They must've been using all their means to give their beloved daughter the very best things. Gu Nianzhi stroked the words, "To Cereus, my little darling" on her phone's screen, and tears slowly pooled in her eyes. "Dad... Mom..." She called out softly and no longer felt foreign and distant with those names.
Looking up, she took a deep breath and turned around to look back at the giant photo wall. Gu Nianzhi now believed that Gu Xiangwen must be her biological father. There was no other possibility. As to why the comatose "Gu Xiangwen" they had used all that effort to rescue in Barbados… His DNA didn't match with Gu Nianzhi's, but it did match Gu Yanran's, which only proved that he was Gu Yanran's biological father. It didn't prove he was Gu Xiangwen.
Also, Gu Yanran used something that belonged to Gu Nianzhi to curry favor. This was something her parents left for her, and it was easy to prove. As soon as they looked at the serial number inside the pink diamond crown, they could see whether or not there was also the engraving. Gu Nianzhi sat on the couch as she contemplated.
Ma Qiqi came over and asked curiously, "Nianzhi? Are you hungry? Why do you keep playing on your phone?"
Gu Nianzhi looked up to glance at Ma Qiqi and gave a small smile. "I'm not hungry." At that moment, hearty applause erupted from behind them. They both looked back. In the spacious hall, a pathway had been made in the middle of the packed crowd. As Tan Guiren walked down the winding staircase from the second floor, she wore the pink diamond crown and a pink princess gown. She smiled and waved at everyone. Prime Minister Tan wore a black tuxedo and stood energetically behind Tan Guiren. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his pale face, appearing very gentlemanly. Gu Yanran wore a simple and sleek black Givenchy evening gown. She stood beside Prime Minister Tan and was the portrait of gentleness and elegance. She was very alluring. They stood like parents behind Tan Gurien.
However, Gu Nianzhi's eyes were completely drawn to the pink diamond crown on Tan Guiren's head. She had only seen photos before and was unable to look away, but now that she saw the real thing, her full attention was glued to the pink diamond crown. That was hers... A voice in the deepest recesses of her heart kept screaming, unwilling to let her escape again. She now fully believed that Gu Xiangwen was her biological father. What Gu Yanran said about her being the biological daughter and Gu Nianzhi being adopted was untrue. Gu Nianzhi couldn't think of any reason why a father would spend a jaw dropping amount of money to purchase a rare treasure for his one-year-old adopted daughter. She must be her father's biological daughter, and her father must love her mother very deeply. That's why he also treasured their baby.


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

News spread quickly, not only through the city of Inpyeong, but throughout the whole nation. A poor excuse of a father, scum among scum, who sexually abused his daughter for the past three years. He had left her at the institute so he could work overseas, but he had suddenly started molesting her. The heartwrenching tale of a girl who spent all that time alone, hurting, unable to rely on anyone, until a fellow institute student bravely reported it to the authorities.

Then came the TV programs and reports.

<What happened that day at the courthouse?>
<Her pain went unnoticed by all at the institute>
<A closer look at the institute's lax standards>

The chairman of the institute crumpled up the newspaper he had been reading and angrily threw it at the ground.

"We're still getting reporters asking for an interview, but we'll keep refusing them, for now..." The executive secretary said quietly, but quickly shut his mouth when the chairman whipped his head around to glare at him. Though he had already gone through four cigarettes, the chairman lit up another one as he addressed the director of administration.

"What do you think we should do, director?"

All things considered, all the director wanted to say was to leave him out of this, but he simply rolled his eyes and thought carefully. Besides, this was the perfect opportunity for him. He could blame everything on the chairman and the executive secretary to get them fired from their jobs. At least, that's what he had planned on doing. If only the top hadn't given him orders to lay low, he would have grabbed every document, every file he had collected on the two and begun the job already.

"I believe that we should... Find the relevant people and have them take responsibility. We should also revise the whole system in terms of supervision." He said, which was a very long-winded way of saying they should use common sense to deal with this. Of course, it's not like the chairman had any common sense to begin with, hence the need for explaining everything.

"The relevant people would be the teachers who took attendance, no? Are you really suggesting we fire them all? Seriously?"

It took all the self-control he could muster for the director to not shout "No, it's you, chairman!", but with an extreme show of patience and willpower, he simply took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Then what would you suggest, chairman?" asked the director. He seemed to humble himself, treating the chairman as a higher up, but the purpose of the question was simple: to make the chairman reveal his plans. The chairman was no fool, and he understood this immediately. He shot a displeased glance at the director and let out a puff of smoke.

"The board will hold an official meeting over this, I'm sure... But from what I've heard, they need someone from the top to be... An example."
"Meaning?"
"... A change in personnel."

The executive secretary turned pale at this, and he seemed to shrink even more into his seat. The director of administration was, as the title suggested, in charge of adminstrative duties, such as paperwork and the like, which made it difficult to pin the blame on him. As such, the most likely person to be held accountable for this fiasco was the executive secretary himself, in place of the chairman.

And so it was that the executive secretary was relieved of his post, leaving the position vacant until the board was ready to nominate another.

"Director Jeong," called the director of administration, "this was the perfect chance to get rid of the chairman. Why didn't you take it?"
"Director, I understand where you are coming from, I truly do. But we must take our time and lay low, for the sake of the institute. If we were to blow things up, it would just be a clusterfuck."

She spoke rather calmly, her manner of speech very elegant, which made the word "clusterfuck" stand out that much more.

"Is there something I'm not aware of? I don't understand why we shouldn't act now."
"My, that's a rather straightforward question. How do I even begin to answer you...? Ah, well. I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you. We are planning on reforming the foundation's policies."

This took the director entirely by surprise, his jaw dropping in awe. Policy reforms? As Director Jeong continued to explain her plan of revising the election policies as well as management regulations, his head whirred to keep up with it all.

"Besides, the chairman will retire next year. It'll be a natural shift of power. He will toss us a vote, in exchange for getting an executive member's retirement fees as per the revised policies. I suppose the reform will take place once the chairman and Director Lee join our cause."

In the end, the chairman had read the flow of things rather quickly and rathere well, and had chosen to give up his authority in exchange of a stable, lucrative retirement. His shortcomings would be swept under the rug, in exchange for a vote. That cunning, slippery, fat little snake. The director could almost smell the chairman's repulsive cigarette smoke in the air.

****

There were many changes in the institute. Two of the teachers had been replaced, as the issue had been far too grave to be covered up with just the executive secretary's post. This meant that a teacher had to take responsibility as well, but considering the fact that this issue had gone unnoticed for three whole years, the choice was made to fire both supervising teachers. Moreover, though only two teachers had left, they had been replaced with four new teachers, as a response to media criticism that there weren't enough personnel to effectively look after all the children in the institute. There were less and less children attending the institute, yet there were now more teachers. Though this made supervision much easier, it also proved to be a restriction in the children's daily lives.

A change in staff meant that the children also needed to change. First things first, no one was allowed to spend the night out. That privilege would be returned to the children once the media attention cooled off, but for now, they were only allowed short outings, and even those were to be strictly monitored. Children leaving the grounds had to give detailed information on their destination and the path they were taking, and no one was to leave without explicit permission. Second, the rooms were rearranged. Previously, they had sorted the children by age, so that the children could spend more time with their peers and classmates, but they were now sorted by gender. It was a sound plan, at least on paper, in order to avoid potential happenings, but how effective could it really be? Regardless of practicality, it was more of a show for the media. The girls thus took the rooms in the first and second floors, while the boys took the rooms from the third to the fifth floors.

Dayoung shared her new room with an older middle school girl. She had roomed with Somi for a long time, and her friend's sudden absence left Dayoung feeling confused and scared. But above all, she couldn't believe the fact that she had never noticed Somi's pain and hurt until now. Thankfully, however, her new roommate had taken the time to console her, and Dayoung calmed down after a few days.

As for Lucid and the other elementary school boys, they had moved to the third room. Until now, as they were the youngest, they had used the rooms on the first floor. The change seemed to sit well with Myeong-su.

"Plaster face, look! You can see the whole street from here!" He exclaimed. Myeong-su was quite happy with being given a room in a higher floor. Or perhaps, it didn't really matter what floor he was on. After all, out of everyone at the institute, he had been the most excited during the big moving day.

On the other hand, Hyung-geun complained that he now had to climb stairs both at school and at the institute, as his classroom was at the highest floor of the school. He simply couldn't believe that he had to take stairs all day long to get anywhere.

Cheol-yong's assessment was quite short. "It's harder to get to the courtyard."

Lucid shrugged and left to go find one of the new teachers. "Excuse me," he called, "I borrowed some books from Somi before we went to the courthouse. What should I do with them?"
"I'm sorry, who?" the teacher asked.
"Somi," Lucid said again, enunciating properly.

The teacher seemed to ponder over this name for a bit, but his face darkened as soon as he realized who the name belonged to.

"It's alright. Somi already took all her things and left." He said curtly. "You can just hold on to them."

Somi had been admitted into another institute, but no one had seen her ever since she left with Officer Choi. Her belongings had been taken by the supervisors and sent to the new institute, which is why Lucid had missed his chance to return the books to her.

The boy thanked the teacher and returned to his new room, staring at the cover of the book as he sat on the bed. Not long after, <I'll Share My Filthy Misery With You> returned to its place on the bookshelf.

****

During break, Lucid clung to books even more than before. Now, studying had become a matter of life and death to him, and it wasn't just because of what had happened to Somi. It was because of all those times when problems arose due to his incompetence, when he had lost control of a situation because he simply didn't know enough, and because of all the things that happened because he had been too weak.

What had happened to Somi acted as a catalyst, motivating Lucid to keep moving forward at a time when he had been stagnant, mourning the Mosla's death. At least, that's what things appeared to be. He had lost the gloominess and looming darkness that had kept everyone else away, and he now seemed to be more energetic, though most of that energy was spent reading. When he focused on a book, he had such an intense look to him that even the teachers didn't dare interrupt him.

In reality, however, his reading was a fight for life. Fear and despair always loomed over him, pressuring him to read and understand every book he came across, lest he be thrust into a situation he was powerless to control again. Reading was no longer a glance at a strange, wondrous world, but a battle to escape the fangs of an angry scrofa. This was why his reading was so intense, so fierce. However, such passionate focus must have struck some girls as attractive, as more and more of them gathered just to watch Lucid read. His looks were already widely known, especially as his statuesque beauty had earned him the nickname "plaster face" in the first place, but the sight of him immersed in his reading was more dazzling than any still-life painting.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had apparently devoured every single book in the institute, but Lucid had gone to the teachers to obtain permission to leave the grounds two weeks before the end of the break. He was headed to the public library.

"Is this your first time here?" asked the high schooler who had accompanied him.
"Yes."
"What do you think?"
"There's... So many books."

Lucid smiled for the first time in a long time.


<Misuderstanding (1)> End.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

I walk through my dreams like I've lived a whole life there, most times they are about a recent book I read. That is one of the things I do a lot and I'm not just saying that I really do read almost all day long. If I'm not reading I am probably watching some movie or anime series, yes you can probably guess I haven't done much with my life. let's start where it all began.

Back in middle school I loved to read books so much so that when I was grounded they took away my books instead of saying I couldn't go out with friends or no tv/games. yes I was a pretty strange kid compared to some being a 12 year old in America at the time(2012 No less). when I was grounded my next best thing was video games because they told stories as well at the time my video game collection was pretty sparce using an old dell business computer that ran windows xp (let's just say I got really good at minesweeper). even before I found books video games were still present. I still remember my mom gifting me an original Xbox she won in a contest it came with one game and it was a racing game not a lot of story just races.

After a while of getting in trouble I got grounded while i was grounded so I lost games as well suffice to say my box of legos was not very entertaining for a 12 year old mainly because I didn't like to make things up myself it felt so tedious that I had to work so hard to make up shapes and other things people already. i also didn't have many friends so instead I slept, and I slept hard. I don't remember much of my dreams then but I do remember one that was about magic and there was a really dark forest that went on forever in a sea of trees, other than that though I don't remember.
A couple of months later I was officially free and it felt like freedom I got to read again, it was so much fun, I would imagine it being like a drowning mans next breath of air. I didn't goto sleep that night instead I stayed up reading, when morning came I was tired but the book just got to THAT PART that is just so interesting and catching you can't stop, i read through that day as well. after dinner I got so tired I slept couldn't keep reading.
the next morning felt so sluggish like the morning after you get drunk but not enough for a hangover. well after a week of being late for school because I was busy reading parents up an sold all my books. ALL of them like really I was almost done reading them! I never read another book until after basic training 4 or 5 years later.
things changed after I lost my collection I switched to video games and because they didn't want me up all night reading whenever Christmas came around it was games instead of books. birthday? video game. my dad was an avid gamer always tried to keep his pc updated and sent old games I could run on my pc to me. me and my dad were always great at games but I could never compete with him, and it totally didn't have to do with me playing the games for the stories instead of for the high scores(of you can't tell this sentence is sarcasm read this again).

flash forward to the start of high school I was big on video games by then my computer had upgraded to a brand new one from my birthday me and my dad built it together good memories there. I remember when i tried to play morrowwind on it. that was when I realised I didn't like challenging games i liked to play and get the story, maybe different endings (those were my favorite).

at the start of high school I didn't really have a lot of friends because I didn't have many in middle school. my dad recommended me to join the ROTC there, he said he did and he had fun when he was in high school. So I did and the first year was fun and it started with ROTC especially when I started competing. I had so much fun I spent 14 hours of day at school I woke up at 5 to get to practice went to school than got home around 7 after the other practice you can imagine I didn't have a lot of time for video games especially because all that practice was physally demanding. 

1 year later 2 year in high school this I would consider the real start of high school for you actually have to do something to pass your classes I met a girl in my math class (insert joke about about girls causing problems in highschool here [ps: this is the joke I'm not sexist]). We started talking about a lot of things our school football team things like that, than we got to books she loved to read book I got to see her library once well less of a library and more of a whole wall of books and all books I wanted to read. her name was Alex I had the biggest crush on her at one point than found out she was lesbian so we kinda grew apart shallow I know but it's high school things like this happen. anyways after seeing those books some of them I used to read myself I started to want to read again, but I had no books i was still forbidden to read so I put my frustration put on video games during this time I was playing a lot of modern warfare 2 I loved the story and the way it flowed but it was really the first game I really played on steam I have logged over 500 hours  on that game alone I got every achievement for single player even the ones for veteran difficulties and also got most for the multiplayer which at this point I had everything unlocked and was max level I loved the multi player.

at this point I was starting to show up late sometimes to practice because I wasn't sleeping early enough. I went one more year like that and over summer I played so many video  games I swear I dreamt about sheaperd in mw2 around this time skyrim came out and I played the heck out of it  (I didn't get as many hours of playtime because 3rd year of high school is the hardest around 200hours). 3rd year rolls around I've dropped out of all practices because it was all boring again nothing new same old stuff. I was still busy keeping my grades up especially that foreign language credit that is needed to graduate.

4th year felt like being a freshman again except youre the one who makes fun of the freshmen.

nothing important happened then so I graduated and I wanted adventure something new so I went and joined the US Airforce. If I knew what I knew about it than I would have waited unroll now to join. long story short my addiction to video games got the better of me some nights during training and I ended up sleeping in, combined with my selective forgetfulness  (I kid you not I forgot my boots one time). luckily I wasn't in that long so I got an entry level discharge (look it up if you don't know) after I got back I found books to read online and read I did but because I didn't have school and at the time no work to deal with

this is about the time where I realised something special about my dreams.

at one point in high school I played a game where you create your own games and other people play them but this wasn't like legos using only blocks this was a program and once they started to abandon the Lego building style I started to learn it you could import meshes from other programs like blender so I started learning how to use it during this time I started dreaming up wire frames i wanted to tell a story using this game a story without words. I spent a long time on this and I can say to this day that I am self taught at how to use blender and that I ended up really famous on that game for my builds

that was the first clue because I was spending so long learning how to use blender I started dreaming up wire frames or if I was having a really hard time with a specific thing I would dream how it looked and be able to re create it the next day.

now after my attempt at trying to get a stable job i went back to reading. It started out with books i had already read then spread and spread till I found whole websites filled with books to read some exciting some not and they all had one HUGE thing in common they were all fiction and that's what I like. the wilder the better.

one day I met a girl and we planned on getting married and we had a kid a beautiful daughter we named Angela love her so much. I don't know what happened after we came out of the hospital after she gave birth she said she was through with me and left. that hurt a lot so I went back to reading and read I did the stories around this time were mainly reincarnation stories in another world I swear I had a dream at one point i was reincarnated into alegasea  (if you don't know you haven't lived).

this is where I realised my dreams make for the best stories and I tried to write a story about a specific dream once or twice. It never turned out well. Now I'm in college for networking taking a Cisco class (super boring) so my dreams are extra vivid further making me want to write those stories out but they never seem to tell the story how I want then to but right now this one is working does this count as 4th wall break? (lol couldn't resist the humor there [and don't say it was bad because you thought it was funny at some point deep deeeep down you just don't know it])

a story about a man and his dreams that might mean he is insane or might just love books too much. don't listen to the voices in your head about this one because the pink platypusbear that sleeps like a bat doesn't like your drugs.

In fact, although Xinye Company still operated well, it was suffering a cash shortage when it tried to expand its business. Specifically speaking, it had had this problem since its establishment, which was getting severer after it had purchased Lianyou Company.
Shanghai Xinye Company had bought out nearly 10 firms that were all bigger than it during the five years since its start, making its equity structure complicated. Huang Xuan’s capital infusion plan drew the company’s attention immediately.
Actually, the president of the board, Yu Liye, who owned 68% of the company’s shares, had long known Huang Xuan’s identity—the first born son of the Huang Family in Nanjing, yet somehow he didn’t tell Gan Lizheng.
The outcome of the meeting embarrassed Gan Lizheng, but it didn’t affect the judgment of the company. 
The next day at noon, Yu Liye and four other directors came to the Sheraton Hotel in Nanjing. Although both the new code programs and the 12 million were important for them, what had dragged them there was Huang Xuan’s identity. It would be good even if they could just establish a little bit of connection with the family. On the other hand, although Huang Xuan wasn’t interested in managing a company, he was hoping to find a good excuse to spend his money in case his mom took it away from him again. A company with a great potential and running well was satisfactory enough. 
More importantly, Rolin was intrigued by it; his exact words were “I’ve heard of this company”, which sufficed for Huang Xuan. 
The talk was conducted with a friendly and relaxed atmosphere. Yu Liye’s first sentence was “Welcome Mr. Huang Xuan to the board of Xinye Company.” The rest of the negotiation was all about enhancing friendship. 
Yu Liye was over 60 years old and graying at the temples. It was rare for such an old man to operate a high-tech software company, at least so in China. However, although he knew little about computers, he knew people and management. From the history of Xinye Company, it could be seen that purchasing and luring were Yu Liye’s main means: he purchased other companies, programs written by other people and even lured other companies’ best employees. Thanks to that, the old man who barely knew anything about software had become a member of Chinese software industry. 
Yu Lixin’s business means were disgraceful but clean. After having read Rolin’s materials, Huang Xuan drew this conclusion and became cordial. Just like what his family had said, business was not about grace. If commercial morality had to be discussed, “clean” would be the highest praise.
The other directors were of the same age as Gan Lizheng and used to be technicians. They complimented Huang Xuan non-stop on his programs. Huang Xuan felt a little awkward and couldn’t respond because he couldn’t even understand the notes to the programs, not to mention talking with people about them. Since the only thing Rolin knew was reading materials, and he made a ton of mistakes when it came to flexible questions, his help wouldn’t mean much at this point. 
Huang Xuan had to open a conversation with Yu Liye. He used to think that he wouldn’t be able to talk business like his mom or uncles until he was in his thirties. He hadn’t expected that it could be realized so early, so he was satisfied. Huang Xuan drank a cup of tea and couldn’t help asking, “Mr. Yu, what do you think of my proposition?”
“Basically, no problem,” Yu Liye said with a smile, making people relax. “but since there are a lot of shareholders in our company, the part concerning stock ownership needs revision.”
“How?”
“21% of the shares and 50% of the first year’s profit from the programs.”
“I’m afraid nobody would buy the programs within the first year,” Huang Xuan thought.
The programs’ specialty didn’t lie in how safe the code was but in the coding. The code hadn’t been designed with mathematical or physics puzzles (like quantum code) but solely with coding programs. As long as the reference object was set, for example, apples, the program would use the set quotation to assemble a data bank which would form a public key that could be disclosed; a series of numbers from the bank would form a private key that could be kept only by the individual. Furthermore, the quotation was random. Since the private key permutation was from one of the public keys, theoretically, the more complex the data bank was, the more permutations there would be, and thus, the code would be safer. The individual could either just choose the shape of the apples or the DNA of some apple. The individual’s needs would determine the data bank. 
This thought was totally different from the programs used before. In the time Huang Xuan lived in, besides the security, simplicity was also necessary for codes. However, this program ignored it, and users were allowed to set codes of different levels. In addition, since both the data bank and the number of reference objects were theoretically limitless, no matter whether it was a cup, an apple, a satellite, the moon, or a thought, it could all become a reference object and form a data bank. Meanwhile, since the data bank only worked on the issue of matches forming a random quotation, the public key wouldn’t recognize the content of the private key. Even if an individual had tried every quotation, all he or she could get was the data bank but not the private key. Therefore, the old cracking means would be outdated. Many programs had claimed that they wouldn’t be cracked within tens of years even by supercomputers. However, a modern computer could catch up with a supercomputer of the time within several years, which meant that the estimated time to crack the program was pointless while the content supposed to be secret was disclosed much earlier. Now, with the programs Rolin had offered, all these problems were avoided.
“This is a thought fifty years ahead of the time,” Gan Lizheng said simply.
“You are right,” Huang Xuan thought.
Huang Xuan pondered it over and then said slowly, “24% of the shares and 30% of the profit in the 10 years to come.”
Prolonging the period of a steady investment was a secure strategy that would reduce the returns as well as the risks. Apparently, Yu Liye knew about this. He thought about it for a long while and replied, “24% of the shares is fine, but I can only give you the commission of the profit in the first three years at most and 35%, no more. Otherwise, the other shareholders will get upset...”
The other directors nodded one after another. Huang Xuan shrugged and said, “OK.” He had sold the programs twice. No matter how valuable they were, he was satisfied. Rolin was around, anyway.






Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
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