In the time it took me to outline this article I checked Twitter three times and my email twice. I responded to four emails. I checked Slack once and sent text messages to two people. I went down a rabbit hole of YouTube videos once, costing me about 30 minutes of productivity, and I probably checked my books' ranks on Amazon roughly 3,172 times.

In what should have been 20 minutes of work, I compulsively interrupted myself at least nine times. What's more, the cost of these interruptions goes way beyond the added amount of time to finish this damn thing. They likely distracted my train of thought, reducing the quality of my writing, thus causing a need for more edits and revisions. They likely created anxiety as I spent much of my distracted time anxious about the fact that I wasn't working and much of my time working anxious that I was missing out on text conversations, email threads, or news updates. They likely made the process of writing itself less enjoyable and caused it to appear more taxing in my mind.

These distractions aren't just unproductive, they're anti-productive. They create more work than they replace.

Chances are you go through this do-si-do yourself on the regular. For me, it's only gotten worse as time has gone on—which is strange, because you'd assume that my attention span and focus would be getting stronger as I get older, but that's not been the case.

I started blogging in 2007. I remember plopping down to churn out a 1,000-word draft being easy. I'd just wake up and do it and then go get breakfast. It was somewhere around 2013 where I noticed I was often interrupting myself to check Facebook or email. Then it was around 2015 where I felt it was beginning to become a problem.

I felt that I had to pay attention to my attention, that I had to focus on my focus. It was new. It wasn't something I'd had to think about since I was a kid.

By last year, these interruptions had become compulsive. I didn't know how to not distract myself anymore and had to go to great lengths to prevent it from happening. It felt like I was living in some kind of digital hellscape, where the process of doing anything significant and important seemed not only fruitless but also attentionally impossible.

Random Stuff . . . . This is not my cover! . . . . This was made for fun, not for profit.

　　There are music in the world, and there are people who specialize in writing songs. They are elegant, popular, and of course vulgar. However, they are written in the language of the Holy Scriptures, and the lyrics are written in the holy text. This is the first time I saw it. To, and the lyrics written are so artistic, so deep and so elegant.

　　In the first time when Lin Xu made the song, Le Tong began to use this song to start playing. After the song was finished, he immediately replied excitedly: "Scorpio, the absolute sound of nature, is like a fairy song. It feels both romantic and romantic!"

　　Then he promoted the words of the song and the "Water Melody" in his own space. He also had a lot of fans, and he also used his special Wenbao to send his own songs, almost for a time. All the fans have fallen for it, and they have called "Xianqu", and the popularity of Letong has risen a lot, and the status in the circle is much higher. Of course, this is something.

　　After a happy excitement, a thousand holy coins were rewarded.

　　It didn't take long for Lin Xu to find that his subscription to this song actually reached more than 10,000, and almost all of the feedback was called this song with the article sing it out, it was absolutely like a fairy song. general.

　　Subsequently, the Jiujian Great God appeared again. Although he did not send a world speech to promote this song for Lin Xu, he also expressed his shock in the message: "Haha... This article is not only exquisite in words, but And there is still the artistic conception. I originally thought that this article has a very wonderful rhythm. It turned out that it can be sung by the soundtrack. I just sang this song to the songs of the family and found the feeling of being like a fairyland! "

　　Until now, everyone feels that the things that Jiujian Dashen has identified are basically not wrong. So, Jiujian Dashen has such a message, and many people immediately subscribe to this song, ready to go back and try.

　　Even after someone heard the words after the first soundtrack, the secret voyage is really a genius in genius. An article can still be written like this, and it is also a genius character in the music.

　　Lin Xu didn't care too much about this. He is studying the sacred order at this moment because he knows that this sacred order is the basis of the attack and aid of the saints. If the sacred text is one point at a time, The sacred order is a line, no matter what the straight curve is, or what it is, in short, there is a point, forming a line, and then can form an attack.

　　Just like the sacred order used by Ye Ni before, it is just a simple "hand palm" word, which can be turned into a vain palm by a unique force. It can be directly photographed on Lin Xu's desk. It's not weaker than the ordinary one's palm. This is of course the reason why Ye Ni didn't use the spirit of the pen and didn't use the full force. Otherwise, I'm going to take this table directly. Broken.

　　Lin Xu points into the "Saint Wenling" in the shopping mall of Shengwen.com, and then there are various sacred orders, and the basis of the sacred order is very simple, that is... group words!

　　"I am going!" Lin Xu is a little speechless. This is not too simple for him. But for a group of people who have just learned the sacred text, it is very difficult. It is not difficult for the junior writer. It's too big, but to really use these words is really something that is really difficult. The most important thing is the meaning of the words.

　　However, for Lin Xu, that is not a problem. After Lin Xu figured out what happened, he was also prepared to try after class.

　　After class, Lin Xu thought of a corner, just to let himself practice the sacred decree quietly. This corner is also a place where many people solve personal grievances. Normal teachers and classmates will not notice this.

　　However, Lin Xu had just arrived there and had not waited for him to test, but suddenly heard three familiar voices.

　　"Do you feel that Lin Xu is very strange these two days? Usually we are all four people together, but these two days, this kid is always in the end, and no one can see anyone!" Li Zong said.

　　"Yeah, I didn't even have a personal movie after class!" Yang Nian said.

　　"Forget it, anyway, we can solve the bastard with three of them, Lin Xu is not here!" Zhao Xiong said.

　　Lin Xu immediately found a corner to hide. He heard the conversation of the three people. Obviously, the three were with whom he was, so he came here.

　　"Come on, the kid brought two people, three dozen three, we should have no problem!" Yang Nian said.

　　Lin Xu secretly looked at the past and found that among the three of the three, the first one was Ye Tian's kid. This Ye Tian's ancestors were all dukes, but he seemed to have offended the man and was only left with the Marquis. The title is good, and Ye Tian and Lin Xu are very uncomfortable, so this kid is often on the bar with them, and after joining some Song national aristocrats, they are hostile to the four.

　　At this moment, UU reads www.uukanshu.com Ye Tian's face has several scars. Lin Xu guessed that Ye Tian had suffered a loss under the hands of Li Zong, and now he wants to get back to the scene.

　　"Ye Tian, ​​you dare to come and fight with us, not afraid that we have lost your teeth today?" Li Zong was very disdainful to look at the other three, deliberately standing in front of Ye Tian, ​​with his body Ye Tian, ​​opposite, I am afraid that two can match him.

　　Ye Tian also felt the pressure that Li Zong brought to him. He immediately stepped back, but thought of his preparation, haha ​​smiled and said: "Do not fight by the size of the fight, today I am calling you grandfather!"

　　"Weifeng? Haha... I would like to see how you are going to be the prestige today. We choose one of them, single-handedly, how?" Li Zong said with disdain.

　　"Well, I am singled out!" Ye Tian said, "I will choose you, let's two come! Whoever runs is the grandson!"

　　Hearing this, not only Li Zong was surprised, but even Lin Xu, who was not far away, did not understand. This Ye Tian actually dared to single out with Li Zong. The two were not a tonnage at all, but Then he immediately understood it.

　　I saw Ye Tian's gesture to a person behind him. The man nodded, then took out the spirit paper and wrote the word "wood shield" and then inspired it with the Holy Spirit, toward Ye Tianyi. It means that Ye Tian's image was shrouded in a blue-green light and disappeared after a flash.

　　"Saint Wenling!" Li Zong three people all cried out in surprise, even Lin Xu not far away was also taken aback.

　　"Haha..." Ye Tian saw three people with such a look and was very proud. "You didn't think about it. I am going to report yesterday's tavern's hatred, Yeh!"

　　After all, Ye Tianyong rushed toward Li Zong, and Li Zong could only retreat.

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Walking slowly through the endless hallway, the [Void Wall] writhed more actively as he passed by. Turning his head around constantly, it was almost as if the [Void] wanted him to continue and find out what lay at the end of the corridor.

The more he walked and the deeper he got into the corridor, the darker it became. After walking for less than 3 minutes, he glanced down and found it hard to even see the outline of his black shoes on the surface of the [Void].

His two azure eyes contracted into slits as their colour transformed into a sickly amber. His vision of the world grew darker as he could now finally see the outlines of the wall, ground and his shoes.

Sightly nodding his head he looked back up as he several steps away saw an end to the corridor and an entrance to a new room.

Walking into the completely dark, empty, vast room, which was actually more like a separate corridor which even using his primal vision, he couldn't see the wall at the other side of the room. Glancing around, he found only one thing within the room which is a single mirror attached to the [Void Wall]. Confused he reverted his vision from primal to normal as his contracted, slit-like amber eyes back into azure-blue circle eyes.

Twisting his head around to look around the room he realised one thing rapidly. He couldn't see a thing. He barely could see a few centimetres away in front of him. Clicking his tongue he decided to just walk towards where the mirror was. Glancing back, he noticed something off. He walked back the way he came, however, only a few steps back led up to him standing before a wall.

"What the hell...?" Nemesis couldn't help but blurt out baffled. He didn't turn left or right at all and simply just walked forward in a straight line so he now was stuck in a new corridor which seemed endless.

Shaking his head he decided to walk towards the mirror and within seconds he stood before it.

Staring at the blurred, distorted reflection of himself on the foggy glass, something foul was at hand. His image was not as it should've been. Blurred? Yes, it was. Distorted and hard to exactly pinpoint the exact small details? Yes, again. His height? Yes... for the third time. The left side of his face now a black, shadowy-creature whose head curved from the centre in rapid up-down motions, like a zig-zag formation which ended up with a sharp curve at the end. No, that was what was wrong with his image.

While the right side of his mouth was straight, showing no expression; the left side of his mouth, however, held a vicious, wicked, demented grin as sharp teeth were visible. His left eye just a crimson-red orb.

It wasn't only the left side of his face which was transformed into a shadowy-creature, but the entire left side of his body!

His left arm now a bone-thin in width, eerily disfigured with several gapping patches which were located all on the arm with a blurred, constantly flowing claw for a hand. His fingers now crooked and grotesque, seemingly kept together with what appeared to webs due to how distorted the image was.

Nemesis pouted his right cheek as he saw the reflection do the same. That was all he could do to react. After all, who cared if his reflection was that badly screwed up, it was just an antique mirror in the [Void Realm].

If he saw this the first time he entered the [Void Realm], he would've screamed in shock and overreacted, however, he already knew what that shadowy-creature was. To be exact, he had already taken that form in his previous life, but what he didn't understand was why THAT image was being reflected off of him here.

Thinking upon what to do he decided to wipe the glass on the mirror. Rubbing the mirror's left side where his demonic-shadowy face lay, still smiling. As he wiped the glass on the mirror, a bright luminescent light shined through the corridor. It was so bright that Nemesis immediately retracted his arm back, shut his eyes and covered them with his arm.

Once he felt the light dissipate to a more tolerable volume, he uncovered his eyes and quickly glanced around to see where the light came from and what changed due to it.

The room was still pitch-black and he could only see a few centimetres away from him, however, when he stared at the mirror, he noticed something new. The frame which it was attached to, which was attached to the wall was now visible, the words it wrote weren't complete due to the Void covering certain letters. Unfortunately, he could tell it was something he dreaded. There were two sections with two different sentences, the top was more harmless yet brought more memories than the second sentence which he despised. A blast from the past, something which made him recollect his more... unfavourable actions in the past.

["N--E--S M-S---R-"] Was what the sentence at the top wrote, he knew the first word was 'Nemesis' as for the second, he could only make an educated guess. Especially with what he knew and with the image added as a clue, he was sure the second word was 'massacre'.

As for the bottom text, it wrote ["NE--S-S T-- --id Wa---R"]. Though most of the letters were redacted, there were only a few events which came to mind when he used THAT form. He could only guess that it would be the first event. Sighing, he lowered his head in shame for his actions as he grew quiet, not even breathing.

Minutes of silence later he spoke, "[Void], I understand. I understand my crimes, my heresy. You need not remind me of them for they haunt me every day. Those actions which I did and the situations which I caused were too much for me. I shall change my ways; though, I shall do whatever I must to survive, I shan't recklessly wantonly murder about, slaughtering half all the world's population again!" Nemesis proclaims loudly, hoping to be brought out of the [Void Realm] for he was pretty sure that his previous method of escaping; waiting hours in boredom and practising, would not work this time. He also didn't wish to be stuck in this corridor, with THAT mirror which helped him remember THAT day. That would just be taunting himself in shame and regret.

Instead of a response from the [Void], a vortex opened from the glass and before he could react, he was sucked into the mirror as he screamed aloud in shock.

"AHHH!!!"

Hasse knelt next to Amatura and ran his fingers gently across the text on the pillar. A faint glow appeared on his fingertips; it was a unique identification the method demon hunter used to verify that the writing was indeed of Amatura.
The thin-on-top, dark-skinned man, who looked like an African demon hunter, walked past Hasse. Seeing the body of Amatura, he halted, face solemn. "Indeed, Elder Amatura has also died here."
"Teuton," Hasse said as he got to his feet and nodded to the dark-skinned demon hunter. "Take out the letters."
Teuton was stunned. "Here?"
"Yes, here," said Hasse lightly. "Countess Ancestor is a respected elder. She has taken the initiative to show her sincerity, and we should reciprocate."
Without a word, Teuton walked away quickly before coming back with a box that looked rather important. Hasse put the box on the only long table that was still standing. He swept the debris on the table away and took out a stack of papers and notes from the box in front of Vivian.
"This is" Vivian picked up a few sheets of paper and said, "the dairy of Amatura?"
"We found the clues on the documents. White Flame should have mentioned it to you earlier," Hasse said and nodded. "These are the documents and diary left behind by Amatura and two other elders. The documents include their research on the phenomenon of innate hostility."
Vivian and Hao Ren immediately examined the documents with the utmost seriousness. The records had been sorted by the demon hunters earlier, not only by date but also by name. Hao Ren flipped through a few pages and found that Elder Amatura's study on the innate hostility phenomenon was far more comprehensive than he had initially thought. In the documents, Amatura described in detail the innate hostility of the otherworldlings and the killing instinct of the demon hunter and identified the two phenomena as the same thing. He had made a summary of all the supernatural races in history and other information related to innate hostility from the ancient times, including the degree of hatred of each race, the distribution of each race, the degree of force, the beginning and ending points of history of each race, as well as their respective forms of civilization. He categorized the innate hostility into ten levels according to the standard he set and graphically described the average degree of influence of innate hostility on various races since 10,000 years ago.
The illustration charts he had drawn showed that the influence of innate hostility was unbelievably high in the beginning, almost completely overriding the rational thinking of each race, and classified as "beyond the level of thinking." Before and after the end of the Mythological era, the influence of innate hostility on each race had dropped to the level of "intelligence control," and significantly declined in recent times to the level of "controllable common hostility." The plot ended with the curve radically dropped to near zero, where Amatura left a question: Is it disappearing?
There were also research materials and correspondences of the other two demon hunters, but Amatura's materials accounted for nearly 80% of the study. The more Hao Ren read, the more he was amazed. He realized that these findings were not new; from the declining of the innate hostility phenomenon in the younger generation of various races until now was only a few months, so Amatura had started studying this phenomenon a long time ago.
Vivian found a letter in which Amatura had mentioned some of his research to one of his friends. "...I discovered a long time ago that the difference between the supernatural races, including us, is enormous, not only culturally, but also in terms of physiological structure and the soul. Anyone with the right state of mind will not believe that these races were born on the same planet… I have checked the books that I have collected, and it is clear that smart people of other races are aware of this too.
"...the otherworldlings, and the demon hunter, all these races are undoubtedly from outside this planet, and also not from the same planet outside this planet; they are from different planets. We have different origins, no doubt about it…"
In another letter, Amatura again mentioned, "... my friends, shouldn't we doubt it? We have been killing the otherworldlings for thousands of years, and those otherworldlings are also fighting among themselves, but why no one has questioned it? As you and I agree, the supernatural races come from different places. We have different physiological structures, forms of power, cultures, and traditions, even souls. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for these races that are so different in every way to bump into each other, just like the fish in the deep sea and the monkeys in the mountains do not interact, let alone hate. There must be some power that threw us on the same planet and made us fought one another for the sake of fighting. Whenever I think about it, I am deeply disturbed…
"We are driven by something that is not of our own will. It lurks in the depths of the souls of you and me. Yes, we are like crickets and fighting cocks in a cage, eyes staring at the 'enemy' in front of us and have never been curious about the cage around us. No one has ever asked how we came into the cage in the first place. Now, the force that drives us is weakening gradually, and I am beginning to worry that it is probably a sign of worse to come: If there is a spectator outside the 'cage,' then this spectator has probably lost interest in the fight."
Most of Amatura's letters were the discussion of this topic with his friends. His three main views were: the supernatural races on Earth came from different "outside domains"; the supernatural races were collected from all over the universe and placed in a continuous battle environment on Earth, and the innate hostility phenomenon was a shackle and controller to keep the various supernatural races battling each other.
These three views could be surmised into one, that was, it was a conspiracy.
Amatura was limited by his vision on Earth and naturally unable to draw the correct conclusion, but he was still much better than other demon hunters and otherworldlings who had never doubted about their existence. At least he clearly understood that the killing instinct of the demon hunters had nothing to do with the sense of justice and mission but with something that was extremely suspicious and from a third party.
Naturally, the demon hunters viewed him as a deviant.
"I've never expected a demon hunter could be capable of such thinking." Vivian could not help but mumble to herself. Hasse gently nodded. "Amatura was the strangest one among the elders. Many of his ideas, in our opinion, could be deemed heresies. He was the bravest warrior during the first half of his life and obsessed in the hunt for the otherworldlings. He suddenly got acquainted with these theories during the second half of his life," Hasse said.
Vivian held up a letter and waved it in the air. "Wasn't he scared of getting burned by your council of elders alive?" she asked.
Hasse shook his head. "His research work did not lower his position among the demon hunters, because his 'fruit of war' was still the best; he was still a strong demon hunter, just that his idea was a bit weird," he said.
Vivian arched the corner of her mouth. "You had sensed something was wrong, yet you didn't stop the fighting," she said.
Hassel said nothing.
Hao Ren was interested to hear what the demon hunter thought about the 'heretical' theory. "Hasse, what do you think of Amatura's findings?" Hao Ren asked.
After a short moment of silence, Hasse nodded. "It makes sense." He gave an unexpected reply.
Vivian raised her eyebrows. "I thought you would burst out in righteous indignation."
"The theory of Elder Amatura is not a secret. Do you think that demon hunters are only obsessed with fighting?" Hasse said with a subtle smile on his face. "We are more focused than most of the otherworldlings in learning and research. The theory of Amatura wouldn't change anything. The influence of the killing instinct in us is far deep-rooted than you think, and theory alone would not reverse the situation that has been in existence since the Mythological era. At least, this is the case so far," Hasse said.
Hao Ren did not comment on this. He just glanced at the documents and a line of text popped into his eyes.
"...In summary, our killing instinct is not a natural trait that should exist in our souls. It is implanted in us, evidence of human manipulation, and perhaps with a purpose..."
Unwittingly, Hao Ren again thought of the writing that Amatura left behind before his death. "They're right. We've made a mistake."


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!


Edward had been reading excerpts of files over the phone for the past few minutes, but every word he said just seemed to further complicate the issue.

"Frank, this doesn't make any sense. There's a chart here that shows all the digging activity that's gone on in the past two years. Half of these places should be completely devoid of any sort of natural resources. Why in the world..."

"What was that thing you read about the clocks?" Frank asked. "Is there any more information there? What are they?"

Edward tried to paraphrase the confusing text as best as he could. "It just says they must all be collected to grant the Daughter access to the Space-Time Continuum."

"What the hell?" Frank was stunned. He’d uncovered Grayson's secrets, yet he still had no idea what was going on. "I was expecting, you know, fraud, maybe money laundering, but...what's all that supposed to mean?"

Frank glanced nervously into the rear-view mirror. He could see Grayson's glasses gleaming at him through the tinted windshield.

"Ed," Frank began, "I'm going to have to hang up for a bit. I want you to keep looking around in there. Gather as much information as you can. Hopefully, I'll call you back again soon. For now, just keep doing what you're doing, okay?"

There was a pause on the other end, and then Ed finally spoke: "Okay."

"Good." Frank dropped the phone into his lap and returned his hand to the steering wheel. 

Frank swerved out of the dirt and on to the next highway he saw. It may have seemed random to Grayson, but Frank knew exactly where he was. He had been coming out to these oil fields for years, and although he was frantic, he’d never lost his sense of direction. 

The highway curved to the left along a ridge that separated this plateau from the next. Below it, he could see Kern Road, China Grade Loop, and the other highways that led back into town. Few people used these dusty, old highways, and as a result, the guardrails were meager - and, in some places, completely nonexistent.

In a few seconds, the road would curve sharply around a ridge, creating the perfect blind spot between himself, Grayson, and the edge of a slope that had no guardrail around it. It was his only chance. 

Frank turned sharply and twisted his car completely to the left. As soon as he cleared the corner, he immediately curved his car so that it would just nip the edge of the ridge if reversed. Then, as soon as he saw the hood of Grayson's car enter his rear-view mirror, he braced for the impact and made his tiny vehicle zoom backwards.

A horrible sound flooded his ears as the two cars collided. The left side of Grayson's luxury car caved in, devouring Frank's rear. Stomping his foot hard on the gas pedal, Frank stared into the rear-view mirror with furious eyes, only to see Grayson peering back from his mutilated interior with a crazed grin on his face.

Grayson's Benz was certainly the sturdier of the cars, but the force and angle of impact had left it without momentum - and more importantly, it was now wedged between Frank's car and a cliff. The odds may have been against him, but Frank Arazia wasn't about to give up. He’d been pushed to the limit, and now, the law-abiding family man was in a complete frenzy, desperate to destroy his enemy and survive.

"Drop, you son of a bitch!!" Frank shrieked. "Drop!!"

Frank stomped his foot hard on the gas, and then he felt something snap, followed by a monstrous metal lurch, and Grayson's car slid backwards. Feeling the tension lighten, Frank quickly switched his foot to the brakes and watched with a mixture of horror and relief as Grayson's car went slipping off the edge of the cliff.

But it wasn't over yet. There was still an itch in the back of Frank's mind that told him he hadn't done enough. Grayson was a monster...and not even a drop off a cliff was enough to ensure his death. Frank had to go all the way.

Nerves aflame, Frank backed up his car right to the edge and hurried out. He didn't want to look over the cliff, but he knew he had to. As soon as he was on his feet and stable, Frank rushed around to the hood of his car and shoved it backwards. After the car disappeared over the edge, Frank heard one more sickening shatter, and then...

Silence.

 It was over. Frank figured Grayson's body was most likely a pancake now, if the glass, metal, and impact hadn't been enough to kill him. The evidence that had been left behind, and the consequences of his actions were of no concern to Frank right now. All that mattered was that he had won. 

"Later, Grayson." Frank grimaced and began to dash from the scene as fast as his middle-aged legs could take him. He was liberated, and it felt great. He was miles from civilization, but as far as he was concerned...he was home free.

*

For the past ten minutes Edward had been devouring the papers in front of him, trying to put it all together. 12 clocks, the Space-Time Continuum, dimensional travel... According to these reports, other dimensions coexisted with Earth, and it was in those dimensions that the clocks were supposed to be hidden.

He also found documents about Edgar J. Caskett, an archaeologist and explorer who had extensive knowledge of the clocks, their history, and their uses. Edward immediately recognized the name - it was one of Victoria’s old friends. Caskett had been an archaeologist for sure, but he’d never talked about anything like this.

It all seems so bizarre and ridiculous, so what’s it doing down here? This was a well-protected room, yet there’s nothing of value inside. Why was all this nonsense locked away, and what does it have to do with Zexaron?



Author:
Dan Luffey lives in Osaka, Japan. Aside from writing original fiction, he's also translated Japanese books into English, such as Edogawa Rampo's "The Fiend with Twenty Faces," and video games such as "The MISSING." Dan is also co-founder of DANGEN Entertainment, an indie video game publishing house. Dan can be contacted at danluffey@gmail.com.

"The world is yours...to destroy."

4 years ago, Vance's mother went missing. Everyone thought she was dead...but Vance knew better. What he did not know was that his search for her would take him across multiple parallel dimensions filled with psychotic killers, demented warlords, righteous angels and bloodthirsty demons. As Vance learns more about his lineage and his new surroundings, the stakes will rise, until his journey takes him to the end of the universe itself, and he comes face to face with the one who created it.

Those who enjoy descriptive, deep stories with plot threads linked across multiple chapters and strategic, action-packed battles will not be disappointed here. As human as it is otherworldly, at its core this story is about family, love, loss, and growth midst tragedy.

Translated and Editted by: La0o9

Gu Qing Shan opens his eyes, pulling out 2 arrows from the quiver, set them both on the arrow, slightly pulled and let go.

As the 2 arrows quickly flew out, they drew a twisting curved pattern on the air, both pinning a single leaf to its tree.

Curved arrows!

Gu Qing Shan's heart slightly jumps, the Skill was just as he thought.

This way, the trajectory of his attacks becomes unpredictable.

"Using spirit energy to guide the path…"

Gu Qing Shan mumbled, then got ready to use "Swallows Fly Twice" again.

The 2 arrows shot out at different directions, each drawing a large curve, avoiding trees in their way, both hitting a fleeing rabbit around 100 meters away within the dense forest.

Even Gu Qing Shan, as a person who returned from more than 10 years in the future, was highly fascinated by this Skill.

So this is humanity's General-class archery Skill.

Gu Qing Shan paced back and forth, thought a bit to himself and raised the bow.

Rapid Fire!

Swallows Fly Twice!

As the bowstring kept being pulled back again and again, the arrows it shot all curved in weird ways, not hitting their targets.

Gu Qing Shan frowned, again fell into thought.

"Swallows Fly Twice" is a very good skill, but why can't he do a rapid fire with it, could it be that powerful skills like this have a cooldown?

No, that can't be right.

He experimented again and again, still not able to succeed.

Swallows Fly Twice is a high-level Archery skill, so if it's used consecutively you can't guarantee the precision anymore.

No, that's also not correct.

Gu Qing Shan in a frenzy-like state, kept experimenting again and again, halfway through he even unconsciously combined "Solid" in as well.

After an hour.

Two arrows shot turned into grey shadows, almost seeming like real live snakes, drawing a twisting curving trajectory, both hitting a leaf at the same time.

The arrows flying trajectory cannot be predicted at all, combined with a rapid fire speed, anyone that faces Gu Qing Shan's arrows will completely be overwhelmed, not knowing how or where to dodge at all.

Gu Qing Shan lightly nodded, lowering his bow.

Sure enough, you can actually do it, the only problem being whether or not you can spend the effort to think, to practice the skills.

Ping!

The sudden System sound made Gu Qing Shan's heart jumped.

Glancing up, he saw on the War God UI, the round button representing "War God Skills" was flashing a notice.

"User Gu Qing Shan combined three Archery skills into one, creating a new skill: Shifting Flurry"
"Shifting Flurry (primary), fire 5 consecutive arrows with unpredictable trajectory to attack enemies in a very short time period" (TN: as in elementary, the very first level)

This is possible!?

Gu Qing Shan opened his mouth in surprise, staring speechlessly at the "(primary)" next to the skill name.

The word "primary" means that there will be a higher grade.

Who would've thought he could create a Growth Skill just like that.

As he was still surprised, a shining small line of text appeared on War God UI.

"Growth Skills are exceptionally rare; user is advised to train it more in order to raise its level as soon as possible"

That's right, a regular skill's strength is dependent only on how much spirit energy is put into it, its output changes depending on how much spirit energy is used.

But Growth Skills are different.

A unique aspect of all Growth Skills is that, as a player train his Skill works more and more, its own power will also rise, all the way until heaven.

These types of skills are so rare you can only pray and hope to get one.

At later stages of the game, when Growth Skills have already reached a certain peak, some of them even started to be praised as "Semi-Divine Skills".

Anyone with a Growth Skill becomes a person for people to look up to in envy.

Gu Qing Shan breaths in and solemnly raises his bow.

Shifting Flurry!

Pew pew pew pew pew, five consecutive sounds, five shadows quickly flew, just like a chaotic dance of snakes and dragons!

Every arrow seems to be alive, drawing different arcs across the air, dodging every obstacle, finally hitting the same branch more than 200 meters away.

Gu Qing Shan is completely stunned, stunned by his own Skill.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "System, can I keep combining regular skills to make Growth Skills?"

The War God UI is silent for a bit, then suddenly a line of text:

"Comprehending others' skills is just an initial function, helping the user to constantly create more Growth Skills, that is the true purpose of War God Skills"

Gu Qing Shan sighs, mumbling to himself: "So I was wrong this whole time, so this is the true value of War God Skills"

Looking at the row of buttons at the bottom of his War God UI, only "War God Skills" is active right now.

But this one function has already given him so much to be surprised about.

If one day, all of my skills are Growth Skills…

Simply terrifying.

Gu Qing Shan tightly grips the military bow, suddenly gaining greater a sense of confidence.

Growth Skills and Soul Points, both of these are very unique things.

Using Soul Points to increase his level and skills is already much more cost effective compared to using Experience points.

At least in the short run, through the use of "military qi training method", the amount of Soul Points required for every level is still trivial.

Gu Qing Shan can just use Soul Points to level up instead of being like the players in his past life, having to struggle and collect each and every bit of Experience point possible.

At later stages of the game, every level requires a terrifying amount of Experience Points, greatly slowing down how quickly a player can increase their own fighting strength.

Aside from that, there's also the War God UI, letting him create Growth Skills by himself.

Gu Qing Shan suddenly had a feeling, he can definitely go much further now compared to his past life.

Since his unexpected return to the past, Gu Qing Shan's heart was always under a constant pressure and a sense of urgency.

This is a lost age, a part of history where players didn't exist.

Since his return, he could see strange things that was different from his past life everywhere, many things that he didn't know about before are now quietly happening.

Even the near-invincible chaotic species Faceless Giant already appeared.

Gu Qing Shan could almost feel the grip of death inching closer and closer.

This type of intuition is instinctive, having saved his life in the past numerous times.

For the sake of the present, he has to desperately get stronger, so that in a future not far from now, at the time that death comes, he'll be able to find that one chance of survival.

Gu Qing Shan sighs again, glancing at the War God UI to look at his skill column.

Right now, on the skill column there are 3 skills "Solid", "Rapid Fire", "Shifting Flurry (primary)".

Swallows Fly Twice is already gone, completely replaced by Shifting Flurry.

Unlike the first 3 Skills he got, "Shifting Flurry" requires more spirit energy to control the arrows' flight, as well as having a "primary" ranking.

This is nothing surprising, stronger Skills naturally require more spirit energy.

After this, I'll have to spend quite a bit of time to train this Skill, quickly raising "Shifting Flurry" skill rank.

Gu Qing Shan quickly packed up and prepared to leave.

Not far from here, demon beasts seem to have already caught the bloody smell of the serpent's corpse, their roaring getting closer.

Pfft!

Without any warning, he suddenly coughed up black blood.

Gu Qing Shan was shocked, but couldn't help himself and coughed up blood two more times.

Wiping the blood off his mouth, Gu Qing Shan tried smelling it.

A faint foul smell.

This is poison.

Why was there suddenly poison in his body? And why did it get forced out?

Gu Qing Shan immediately became cautious, circulating spirit energy around his body to carefully examine himself.

There was nothing wrong with his body, in fact, thanks to the snake liver's nutrition, you could say it's been rejuvenated.

Even the spirit energy inside his Dantian became more fluid, more natural.

This is thanks to the rare snake demon liver.

He was fortunate.

It seems that he unknowingly got poisoned by the serpent demon during the fight from before.

Gu Qing Shan couldn't help but sigh.

The serpent really wasn't as simple as he thought, being able to poison him without him knowing.

If the fight had dragged on any longer, it's hard to say who would be killed first.

Luckily I didn't want the fight to drag on so I finished it off as quickly as possible.

If he didn't kill it so quickly, if he didn't eat its liver right away, if the poison hadn't been revealed so quickly, who knows what would've happened

Evidently, these kinds of rare demon beasts all have one or two aces hidden.

Gu Qing Shan felt a little bit of fear.

either forced or tempted Mr TL being contracted.

let's see when FP use will lasted before being premiumed and go dropped.

Julie's heart stops beating for a second as Steven's voice echoes into her ear. She did not know what to think or what to do. Everything happens so fast. One minute Steven's mom and her parents are arguing, and the next Steven announces his affections for her. The most unfavorable part of the moment was that everyone was waiting for her to respond.


'How can I reply to such a huge confession if I have not even caught my breath over the fact that he uses the word "Love" and not "like" to express his feelings for me?' Julie thought to herself.
"Julie, are you all right?" Rose said. She could tell that her son's confession overwhelmed Julie.
Julie stood stiffly like a statue and held back her breath. She thought it might decrease how fast her heartbeat was accelerating. Plus, everyone's eyes focusing on her with concern and curiosity did not help the discomfort she was undergoing.
Julie imagined she would have a panic attack in no time from all the emotion bursting through her nerve cord, but her sight rested on a pair of green eyes, and his soft pink lips curve into a smile, instantly Julie knew what she wanted, and that was him.
Julie took control of her emotions and found the courage to react. She approached Steven, held his hand, led him upstairs into her room, and slammed the door.
"Bang!" The sound vibrated throughout the house. Everyone that left in the shop appeared startled and curious about what had just occurred.
'I'm proud of you, brother.' Jackson thought as he grinned to himself. Jackson knew that this moment was crucial to Steven since he doesn't quickly move on from someone, even if they are noxious. Men don't share tears regularly, so when Steven broke down in tears at Jackson's home with his clothes drenched by the heavy rain pulling out that day, Jackson knew then that Chloe was too toxic for his buddy.
"Did my daughter just carry a boy in her room before my  eyes?" Louis asked, still feeling mad at Steven, and depressed that his statement from earlier that morning had become a reality.


"News flash, honey. Your daughter is old enough to do that, so let's leave those adults alone to figure things out for themselves." Harriett replied.
She felt glad that Julie had found the strength to love again. Harriett did not believe Julie would ever completely recover from her fifteen-year-old wounds and fall in love again. But now she truly believes that love conquers all things, even the tragic moments in your life.


"Sooooo, this is your room?" Steven awkwardly asked. He knew it was a dumb question, but Julie had been sitting on the edge of her bed and gazing at him without saying a word.
"You can tell me the truth now! Nobody is here, except me and you. I am not fragile, so you don't need to lie to me. I will wait for you and your family to leave before making it clear to my parents to avoid any unnecessary arguments." Julie replied.
She did not believe Steven's words were truthful. How he expressed his love for her felt oddly similar to an incident that happened in her past. Plus, that prior moment left her with a lifetime of trauma. She did not wish to go through it for the second time.


"What are you talking about, Julie?" Steven asked with a smile. However, his smile faded when he saw that Julie was not kidding.
"Jul, you are not making sense right now. I told you 'I love you' and you want me to tell you the truth. What truth are you talking about?" Steven said. He stopped leaning on her door and enclosed her.
"Tell me, you don't love me and that everything you said outside there was to stop our parents from fighting!" Julie replied. She held back her tears since she didn't need Steven to know that she did not want to hear those words from him.
Steven saw through her lies. He could tell that the walls Julie built around her heart were collapsing, and she got afraid to be vulnerable with him beside her. He drew close to her until he could feel her warm puff across his skin every time she exhales.
"Jul, why will I say such words when it's not how I feel?" Steven softly replied as he gazed directly into her eyes and gently held her hands to prove that he was not deceiving her.
"What about Chloe?" Julie mumbles. His long lashes and the warmth from his touch distracted her, and she became defenseless against his charm.
"I swear to you, it is over between us," Steven replied. He took her right hand and pressed it toward the left side of his chest. "Do you feel it beating?" He asked, and Julie nodded her head. Steven smiled and made direct eye contact with her. "It's beating for you only, I promise." He replied.
Julie seems lost for words. She could feel his heart go, "ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum," and the sound made her feel calm inside. All her past hurt and fear seemed to disappear for a while, and it was only him there. Julie presses her hand a little harder on his breast and giggles as she stares into his green eyes. It seems like both of them never wanted this moment to end.
"Fine! You win." Julie said. She had lost control of every single one of her defenses, so she felt it was ineffective to pretend that she did not fancy being in a relationship with him.
"Does this mean we are together now?" Steven excitedly asked. He sensed this whole extra energy bursting into him, and it seemed unusual. It made him feel like a high school teenager who just got accepted by his crush.
"Yes. However, I want us to take things slow. I have trust issues, and until all my doubts are clear, we can only date each other." Julie nervously replied. She did not know if giving rules on the first day of being in a relationship was the right way to establish a bond, but this was how Julie felt, and she thought Steven needed to know.


"Sure thing! If you demand assurance, I will give you all the time you need to trust me." Steven happily replied.
Suddenly Steven pulled her into his arms and lost his balance. They both fall to the floor with Julie resting against his chest. She lifted her head, and their faces were so close that they inhaled each other's breath. Steven raised his head a bit, and it was the closest their bodies could get without their lips touching each other.
"What are you doing?" Julie whispered.
Steven could feel her gentle breath against his lips. He closed his eyes for a second and opened it, then went in for the kiss.
Julie squeezed her eyes shut. However, she later opened them when she felt his lips on her forehead instead of her mouth. He affectionately smiled, and she beamed back. Shortly after, Julie senses Steven's hands around her waist, as Julie lays her head on his chest with a yearning in her heart that time could cease permanently.
Twenty-five minutes later, Mrs. Harper came tapping on Julie's door. Steven heard the knock and stared at Julie, but she had fallen asleep on him. Steven admired her innocent napping face and made a cute smile.
He gently removed her from his chest and had her laying on his left arm. Steven then gradually pulled his hand from under her neck and allowed her head to rest on the floor. Afterward, he took her in his arms, carried her to her bed, laid her in it, and covered her.
Mrs. Harper opened the door when Julie did not answer after her third tap. She saw Steven at the side of the bed, and he put his finger to his lip, warning Mr. Harper not to make a sound. When Steven got done tucking Julie in, he and Harriett left the room and headed downstairs.
Steven later found out that Jackson and Jennie had apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Harper, and his mother informed him that she wanted to get back home. Mrs. Harper did not seem to like that Steven was now dating their daughter when he told them, but Harriett and the others appeared happy about the news. Later, Rose, Jackson, Jennie, and Steven said their goodbyes to Louis and Harriett, then they left the shop.
Steven, Jennie, and Jackson said their byes to Rose when her Uber picked her up. Steven then gave Jennie and her husband a hug before leaving them and heading towards his vehicle. He was about to open his car door when he received a text. Steven slid his phone open, and the name "Chloe" appeared on the screen. He looks into his v-mirror and gives a weak smile at his reflection before getting into his car and driving off.

Jackson loves his wife. However, he discovers a hurtful secret that broke his heart and damaged his trust to love again. Thinking his hope to love again was over, Jackson received a piece of news that he had three kids with another woman who was not his wife. Plus, the strange thing about his situation is that he had never slept with this other woman.

His brotherly presence had probably only existed before everything had happened. 
After the situation had become complicated, she had sincerely understood his thoughts and the gap between them. 
Relationships couldn't be forced and she hoped that theirs could be clarified since she was not someone who pestered others. 
Xue Yaoyao did not reply to the text because this day was way too important to each and every one of them. 
She was not willing to sit out Supreme Alliance's victory celebration and she believed that he would find a substitute. To her, Supreme Alliance was not a presence which could be replaced. Besides, with Her Highness Jiu's intelligence…
Seeing as she did not reply, the arrival of another text came quickly. 
Xue Yaoyao glanced at it before replying, "Find someone else, once the National League is over, I will honour our agreement."
Find someone else?
When Jiang Zuo swept past the three words, his eyes hardened and grew cold. 
What sort of person did she see him as? Or was she so unbothered by him that his relationships had nothing to do with her?
Jiang Zuo sat in the backseat of his lengthened black limousine. The interior of the luxury car was extremely glamorous and imposing, with a device lighting his cigarette and an area to place his wine glasses. 
He tightened his grip on the phone. 
Young Master Fu seemed to have a very important place in her heart. 
The driver could distinctly sense the change in his young master's expression, but he didn't dare to utter a word. 
The next second, he saw Jiang Zuo toss his phone to the side, his entire body blending into the darkness of the night. "We are not going over tonight, head to the courtyard."
"Yes, Young Master." The driver was startled, but he managed to keep his emotions concealed. However, previously, his young master had mentioned that he was going to go over with the second young mistress, but from the looks of things, they must have quarrelled. 
Outside, the skies continued to darken while the frenzy unique to a nightclub continued to blaze on with the most exciting music which could send the patrons wild. 
The DJ wore a pair of black headphones and had one hand on the disc while the other was trying to adjust the tempo. 
It wasn't a night meant for sleep, but this very same night was the prime time for accidents to occur.
That was probably the benefit of a good-looking appearance. 
For instance, countless waves of girls had came over to toast the youngster. 
Over at Qin Mo's side, someone had sent a huge fruit platter over. 
It was probably the first time Qin Mo wasn't attended by Jiang Zuo and was not situated at the private room over at the walkway. Instead, he was seated beside the stage, which made him blend in as an ordinary club-goer. 
Qin Mo was dressed casually, not carrying the unavoidable vibe he usually carried when he wore his business suit or the battle gear. All that was left was his natural charisma, a delicate nonchalance. It was an aura which attracted girls; along with the natural curve of his jaw line which attracted a second glance. 
At this moment, Coco sighed. How could their appearance be so different even though they were both university students?
Actually, even though they were all considered esports Almighties, Coco had the highest exposure. Hence, he had to wear a black mask to shield his face. He sat at the corner with a bottle of wine, trying to get himself drunk since he was moody from not being able to show his dazzling good looks. 
Because of Qin Mo's natural hostile air, not many people approached him. 
Instead, Bo Jiu was surrounded by three to four girls, who were all blushing as they chatted with her. 
That was the scene Xue Yaoyao saw when she was back. 
Bo Jiu stopped smiling, turning to the girls. "My friend is back, could you please make some space?"
The girls had other thoughts, but with Bo Jiu's instructions, they could only go. 
However, before they left, something happened!
Not far away, a man wearing thick gold chains and a purse around his arm stormed over furiously. Behind him were three to four other men who seemed like his followers. 
They swept a glance at one of the girls and tugged her over. With a lift of his chin, he glanced over at the silver-haired youngster. "Do you even know who she is? How dare you drink her alcohol so casually!" 
Lin Feng had been tired from all the girls and had been planning to talk to the youngster. 
These conversations between brothers were probably to clarify the mindsets of homosexual guys. Why would they be willing to forsake such cute and tender girls for a rough and tough man like themselves?
However, before he could have his serious talk about life, this bast*rd came messing up his plans!
The naive Lin Feng had a unique interpretation of 'good things', but that did not affect his desire to beat the guy. 
The man in thick gold chains prepared to be civil. "Judging by your appearances, you guys aren't regulars around here. How exactly do you intend to pay for screwing with someone else's girlfriend? Isn't it time to make it clear?"
Bo Jiu shook her wine glass, looking very much like a young master of the night. She chuckled. "What do you want?"
"I'm not an unreasonable person and it seems like you can drink anyone's alcohol." His eyes gleamed. 
Immediately after, someone came with a bottle of wine. It was white and had an extremely high alcohol content. 
"Since you like drinking so much, finish this bottle in front of me," he replied calmly, looking imposing. 
Students would usually buckle and soften in front of his threats. 
A bunch of unknown men who depended on their looks and behaved with such a high profile, they were clearly itching to be punished. 
The man with gold chains was bent on making things difficult for them and wanted them to be afraid. 
But unexpectedly, the youngster was not the least bit frightened. Instead, she looked back at him, her lips lifting gradually. "What if I'm not willing to drink it?"
The man's eyes dimmed, turning dangerous. "Seems like some people are looking for trouble before they realize how ridiculous their words are."
The next second, he glanced left and right. 
The two men by his side lifted their fists and directed it at Bo Jiu aggressively, but before they could come close, they tripped and fell face forward. 
Qin Mo was the culprit. He still held a wine glass in his hand, but his legs were stretched out. 
The man's anger blazed. This bunch was asking for it.
"What are you waiting for, go after him right now!" the man screamed. 
The man behind him swarmed forward and pounced on the youngster.
It was obvious that they were playing with numbers and the familiarity of the location. 
The man was still waiting for Bo Jiu to beg for mercy. 
However, the youngster kicked sideways beautifully and when she dodged the attack, she reached her hand out and pulled him over. 
The youngster's actions were sharp and quick, giving the man no chance of retaliating. 
The others halted. After they had tripped over, they seemed to have realized that these people weren't easy targets!
Bo Jiu didn't bother much, but since there was property damaged from the fight, those troublemakers would have to pay. 
With that, the youngster held onto the man who was preparing to escape. Her actions were suave and smooth. There wasn't a need for Lin Feng, who was at the side, to do anything before they were all taken down with just one of them left. Bo Jiu exerted force and pulled his collar up. "Are you still going to make me drink that bottle?"
"Do you know who I am and do you know where this place is?" the man shouted arrogantly, not prepared to take it down. "How can you fight here? Where do you think this is? Somewhere you can go as you please? Don't you know the relationship I have with Jiang Zuo? How dare you go against me!"
The extra layer of relationship explained his fearlessness, but if he really had a good relationship with Young Master Jiang, it wasn't possible for him to not know the Almighty. 
This man was possibly just a distant acquaintance of Young Master Jiang. 
That aside, he was still flaunting his relationship with Jiang Zuo in front of the Almighty. That was simply hilarious.
The man watched as they remained unruffled. There was barely a shift in their expressions, especially in the man's who was seated in the innermost corner. Since the start, his lips had been downturned as though he was mocking him. 
The man couldn't hold his anger. Just then, he caught sight of a server, bodyguard, and even the manager, who had been alerted. 
He suddenly felt reassured. 
Actually, Bo Jiu was trying to minimize the impact during the fight, but the man didn't seem to care about it. Instead, his words caught the attention of many. 
When the manager received news of the situation, he rushed over immediately and didn't bother waiting for him to speak. 
The man pulled him over. "Manager Li, look at this, just look at it, the youngsters nowadays just love to make a scene. Such people have to be tossed out, you have come just in time to teach them a lesson."
With that, he glanced at them once more, as if to say, "Do you see? I can get you guys tossed out of here with just a casual statement."
Bo Jiu, Xue Yaoyao, and the others could tell what his glance meant. 
"Manager Li, you didn't have to come, I could have dealt with them myself." The man tried to hint at a close knitted relationship. "But I appreciate you coming all the way down personally just for my matter." 
However, right after he said that, Manager Li walked past him and headed towards the inner corner where Qin Mo was seated. "Young Master Qin, do you need me to change your seat? Or do you have any plans for this situation? Boss Jiang instructed us before leaving to make sure your booth is well taken care of, but I was away for a short while. I never expected such a thing to happen…"
Young Master Qin? When the words left Manager Li's mouth, the man with the gold chains realized what an ignorant thing he had done. He would never have expected the man sitting here to be Young Master Qin!
Wasn't he always in the special room? Why was he so unlucky today? How could he have met him just when he sat outside?
He took a moment to recall the things he had done to the group and the things he had said. The memory drained the blood off his face. 
Initially, he misunderstood and assumed that Manager Li had oame over specifically for him; that itself was humiliating enough, but with further thought, he remembered how he had flaunted his relationship with Young Master Jiang to Young Master Qin. 
The man wanted to hide in a hole. It was indeed a frightening and embarrassing moment. 
Understanding could be seen on the girls' faces. When they heard Manager Li call him Young Master Qin, they glanced over at him, their gazes unlike before. 
Qin Mo wasn't a regular at such places and even if he came, he would always be in a private room. It wasn't common for him to be seated out in the open. Some of them had even sent a fruit platter over- There were also richer ones who were talking about who in the bunch they fancied, but now, they were sure they weren't in the same league. 
As for Qin Mo, he swept the man a glance. His voice was faint and nonchalant. "There is something you misunderstood. Watch over your girlfriend and don't let her give alcohol so casually. As for the alcohol she gave away, not everyone wants it. Boss Hong, do you feel manlier boosting about other more accomplished men when you can't even watch over your own woman?"
Boss Hong was the name of the man with the gold chains. The words were indeed a slap on his face. 
A shock ran through him when he realized that Young Master Qin knew him. The shock made him understand why others always said Young Master Qin wasn't someone who could be trifled with. 
With just one word, he managed to humiliate him so completely. 
It seemed like the final remarks, which was all because of his misbehaving little girlfriend. 
If Qin Mo had been blunt, he would have told him that making him cuckold was his girlfriend's problem and not anyone else's. 
Boss Hong turned around. There were many people looking over at him. This time, it was embarrassing enough. 
He patronized this club regularly, which was how he got to know Jiang Zuo. There certainly were times the dark and the good worked together. 
With Young Master Qin's words, he wasn't just cuckolded, but also a petty and stingy guy. 
F*ck, was this how civilized people spoke? It didn't seem like much, but if you thought about it, you would realize exactly how deadly it was. 
This Young Master Qin was really… too, too…
Boss Hong didn't study much, hence, he couldn't seem to find a word to describe him. 
After Bo Jiu heard the words, she shook her head regretfully. She would never be the Almighty's match when she was despicable. 
Qin Mo seemed to have caught the youngster shaking her head by herself. His pretty brows arched up. "Come over."
It was obvious who he was referring to. 
Boss Hong wasn't planning to stay there and continue being made a fool of. After he had apologized, he rushed off. It was mainly due to fear of Young Master Qin's next words. Originally, he hadn't thought much of it and had just wanted to scare them, but in the end, he ended up being frightened by them.
Supreme Alliance wasn't too bothered about Boss Hong. He was also not the least bit of his concern as Qin Mo turned towards the youngster, who was still at her original seat. Once again, with his handsome face and smooth voice, he repeated, "Come over." 


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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That evening after work, Gina was in a high spirits as she has gotten a chance to take charge of a project. She rang Violet to ask her out to celebrate together.

"My bestie, want to hang out after work?"

"sorry, I can't make it tonight because I am creating new designs and I will have to go home early today. Maybe next time."

"Alright." Gina was disappointed as she has no one to share this happy momement.

When she leave the office, she saw Justin waiting at the entrance.

"What are you doing here again?" 

"My gorgeous, hop on. I will send you home."

Gina wanted to reject him at first but she did not want to spent the night alone and at this time, someone she know appear. Even if she don't really like him but at least they could have a meal together.

"Don't say I am heartless. I will treat you to a meal." 

"Ok!" Justin was delighted as this was the first time Gina took the initiative.

During the meal, Gina was in a good mood so both of them have a little drink and Gina seems to be a little drunk.

"You know how happy I am when I get to be the in charge of that project. I work for 3 years and this is the first time I can lead a project." After bragging about how she obtain a project, she fell asleep. Justin was a little shock at her low alchohol tolerance.

'I cannot let you drink outside other than with me.  Who know what will happen when you get drunk." Justin thought when he look at the drunk Gina.

"You little fool, if it is not for me do you think you can get the project that easily?"

Justin send her home but was worried about leaving her alone so he stayed at her house for the night.

The next morning, Gina woke up with a huge headache. She saw a table of breakfast and note on the table: You were very drunk last night, you may get a huge headache when you wake up so I cook you hangover soup and breakfast. From, your love. Although she was annoyed by how Justin has said that he was her love but she was touched by how he has cook her breakfast. She was even suprised when she dig into the food.

"He really can cook, it is quite edible."

After the breakfast, she went to work. She thought that he will be waiting for her but was abit dejected. Just then she recieve a message.

'My gorgeous, I have something on this morning so I could not send you but don't be disappointed , you will see me again in the evening.'

Gina's mouth curve slightly upwards when she saw the text. She quickly keep her smile when she realise her actions.

"Didn't I always dislike him, why do I feel disappointed when I don't see him and feel happy when receiving a text from him? Gina Lin, wake up you will never like this kind of men." Gina tried to convince herself that she will never like Justin but she did not realise she have started to open her heart to him.

'Please forget me, You deserve someone who can always love you forever. ' Adrian wang teared while listening to what Violet Song said in his dreams after the death of Violet song


"Never will i forget you, you are my one and only love" Adrian Wang said with tears in his eyes as he look toward little candy.

After Violet Song's death, Adrian wang became more vicious at workplace but caring and heartwarming daddy at home with little candy. 

Adrian wang suffers a huge blow after Violet Song's death and keep his heart close to any other romance until his new secretary, Angel Xu appears by his side.





(Any similarity in story plot is all pure coincedence, never took references from other novel)

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