Humanity has reached its peak, they have discovered their purpose in the universe.
They are not judges of right or wrong
They are not heroes or villains

They are the all seeing race, capable in recording the  events  and life of the universe.
Individual they can seek what they desire. Money, fame even peace.

Together they are untied and betrayal is a myth.

However each individual must go on a journey through the cosmos to discover their own meaning, their dreams, and analyse the bubble they live in.

This is the ultimate goal of humanity

The American Dream Six team participating in the Athens Olympics is a hybrid. None of the five superstars including O'Neal, Kobe, McGrady, Ray Allen, and Kidd participated in the Athens Olympics.

But the lineup of the Dream Six team is still luxurious. Iverson, Marbury, Duncan, LeBron, Wade, Anthony, Boozer, Marion, Stoudemire, Odom and Richard Jefferson are all NBA first-line stars, of which there are superstars and future superstars.

Sitting idle in the car is also boring, Zhang Guan began to analyze the American Dream Six team.

Zhang Guan stretched out a finger and said, "First of all, Kidd didn't come. Who will organize this Dream Six team? Count on Iverson and Marbury?"

As guards, Iverson and Marbury are not organized, their style is not the style of guards.

Zhang Guan stretched out his second finger: "Second, Kobe, McGrady, and Allen did not come. The outside firepower of the Dream Six team must be inadequate. If they meet a three-point opponent, they are likely to pounce the street, you know."

There are problems with the3 pointer outside shooting. Everyone knows that none of the team's guards are particularly accurate. The current 03 Golden Generation has only played in the NBA for a year, and the technology is not as comprehensive as the future.

"Third, the inside lineup of Dream Six is too weak." Zhang Guan continued.

"Wait, I don't agree with this. The US team has Duncan, Stoudemire, Boozer, Okafor, but they are not weak." Pakistani said.

"Don't forget that this is the Olympic Games, and the international rules are implemented. Don't forget that there are no three seconds of defense in the box in the international rules." Zhang Guan then extended his fourth finger and said: "The next point is the fourth point, the international rules: without a reasonable collision zone, the inside will be full of people, which is equivalent to the abolition of James and Wade's offensive means. Iverson and Marbury can only choose a jumper. I think the United States team mainly depends on individual ability. "

Zhang Guan said what ordinary basketball coaches and even senior fans can analyze. However, because the men's basketball national team was divided into Group A, and the Dream Six team was divided into Group B, the two teams would not meet, so the men's basketball coaching team did not analyze the Dream Six team, and the players did not understand the real situation of the Dream Six team.

There are a lot of basketball players in the car. When you mention basketball, it seems to open the conversation box. With Zhang Guan as a leader, the car suddenly becomes lively.

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Although the Athens Olympics will not be held until August 13th, many events have already started in advance, such as football.

On the evening of August 10th, Athens time, the Olympic football group stage was officially kicked off. That night was a women's event. In the women's Group F game, the women's national team was beaten with a score of  8: 0 by the German women's football team. Before, the gambling company gave the national women's team a 1: 3.5 odds to win the championship and an 8: 0 fiasco was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

The next day, the men's football match also began. The first match was a match between the men's A and C teams. There was no upset in that day's game, and all the winners who should have won have won. They all shake hands and made peace.

At 8:30 on August 12th, Athens time, the men's football Group B and Group D games started. Italy and Portugal, the two championship winners, will debut on this day.

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British William Hill Company.

Thomas, deputy director of intelligence analysis, and his colleagues sat together. In front of them, four televisions were placed and the four games of the Olympic men's football team B and D were broadcast simultaneously.

Thomas used to be a scout for a small football club in the United Kingdom. Later, the club was acquired and Thomas left. With his football knowledge and technical analysis skills, he successfully entered the well-known British spinach company William Hill and has now risen to the intelligence analysis position of Deputy Director.

There is a three-hour time difference between Britain and Greece. Also, it is August. The United Kingdom is implementing daylight saving time, so there is no time to get off work at this time, but now it is during the Olympics. Thomas and his colleagues are destined to work overtime. Their job is to watch the group matches of the Olympic football event, analyze the strengths and weaknesses of each team, and despite writing an intelligence analysis report, they had sent it to the data department to formulate the odds for the next game.

In the game Paraguay against Japan, Paraguay broke the goal of Japan in just 5 minutes, which made Thomas feel that this game should soon lose its suspense. Costa Rica is playing against Morocco, the two teams are wandering around and are still tempting each other. In the match between Italy and Ghana, the two teams quickly entered the state as soon as they came up, which is also a fast-paced game. As for Portugal against Iraq, Thomas selectively ignored it.

"The Ghanaian athletes are performing very positively, which is not the same as what we had expected. The Ghana team was originally thought to have fallen, and now it seems that this young Ghana team is still very good and is likely to become the dark horse of this group. Let's pay more attention." Thomas said to his colleagues.

Thirteen minutes into the game, the Portuguese team led Iraq 1: 0, and it was the backcourt player Jabal of Iraq who scored a goal for the Portuguese team. This is an own goal.

On TV, the Iraqi team appeared frustrated, and the Portuguese team did not seem too happy and did not even celebrate after scoring a goal. For the Portuguese team, it is reasonable to take the lead against Iraq, and it is an own goal. There is nothing to celebrate.

"This game is over and the gap between the two teams is too great. Guess what the final score will be? 5: 0? 6: 9? 7: 0? Or 10: 0? Poor Iraqis, they have just experienced a brutal war and will be washed by Portugal on the football field. I think the Portuguese team should pity the poor Iraqi and score fewer goals." Thomas said, sympathizing.

A goal was scored in just 13 minutes in the opening, and the opponent was a powerful Portugal. No one thought Iraq could win. Some people even think that at this time, Iraqi players standing on the field will be great pain.

Three minutes later, while the Portuguese fans were still reminiscing about their own goal, the Iraqi team's Amadeus Mohammed broke the Portuguese goal and equalized the score for Iraq.

"Iraq scored!" Thomas was only slightly surprised, and then relaxed again.

"The Portuguese have eased their vigilance because of their own goal, but this is good enough to allow the Iraqis to score a goal in the World Cup, which can be regarded as an explanation to Iraqi nationals." Thomas thought to himself.

The equalized Portuguese team was very impatient, especially Ronaldo on the front line, frequently asking for the ball, and the Portuguese team's offense frequently caused great pressure on the Iraqi goal.

"At this rhythm, the Portuguese team should have scored a goal! The game will still be one-sided." Thomas once again focused his attention on the Italian team.

In another game, 22 minutes in, Japan's Ono scored a goal and helped the Japanese team to equalize the score. After only four minutes, Paraguay 's Cardoso broke the Japanese team's goal, with Paraguay leading Japan with a score of 2:1.

"Paraguay is leading again, and Portugal is about to score!" Thomas then looked at the game between Portugal and Iraq but found that the Iraqi team was counterattacking.

"Huh? What's going on with the Portuguese defender? They should be defending! Keep up with it! Foul! Not good!" Thomas yelled.

The goal of the Portuguese team was broken again. The goal was scored by the Iraqi team's Havar, who led Portugal 2:1.

"Iraq has taken the lead? What's going on." Until then, Thomas began to seriously watch the performance of the Iraqi team.

"Although the Iraqi team's technology is very rough and the coordination is very general, but their speed is very fast, the athletes have been running. Tactically speaking, the Iraqi team's play is very simple, there is no very complicated cooperation." The situation is documented in his book.

Portugal, which was behind the score, launched a violent attack, and the core of the Portuguese team, Ronaldo, was also extremely active. Unfortunately, luck does not seem to be on the side of the Portuguese team.

"Cristiano Ronaldo held the ball, he broke through and shot! Oh, it's a pity that he hit the post!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo's long shot from the front of the penalty area! Ah, missed."

"Cristiano Ronaldo broke into the penalty area. The Iraqi team dared not foul. The goalkeeper shot and shot! Beautiful save!"

In the remainder of the first half, Ronaldo showed his superb skills and extraordinary talent, hitting the goal post more than once.

In other games, Ghana took the lead in breaking Italy's goal in 36 minutes. In 37 minutes, Parado's Cardoso scored twice and Paraguay led Japan 3-1. This game lost its suspense.

Near the end of the first half, Bosingwa finally equalized for the Portuguese team. On the other side, in stoppage time, Ghana's Pilja helped Ghana lead Italy 2: 0.

Thomas leaned back in his chair, and the small book in his hands was densely recorded, but his expression was dignified.

Iraq's 2: 2 draw with Portugal, Ghana led Italy 2: 0, which exceeded Thomas's expectations, it can be said that it broke the upset. For intelligence analysts like Thomas, the upset means that they have to conduct more intelligence gathering work, thereby increasing a lot of work.

After a short break, the second half of the game began.

In 49 minutes, Pinch of the Italian team pulled back a goal, the Italian team still trailed Ghana 1: 2.

In 51 minutes, Boa Moore of the Portuguese team got a red card.

Boa Moore played in the Premier League, so Thomas was very familiar with him. Thomas knew Boa Moore was famously grumpy, and at this moment Boa Mott also paid for his recklessness.

"Portugal's foul seems to be a little bit more, and now there is one less person, which is not good for the situation," Thomas said.

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Athens, the Olympic Village.

In order not to affect the rest of other athletes, Zhang Guan ran to the athletes' activity center in the Olympic Village to watch Iraq's game against Portugal.

Looking at the TV, the referee pulled out a red card, and Zhang Guan smiled a little.

"History hasn't changed. Sure enough, the Iraqis are going to win. But more important is the unyielding will and daring spirit in their hearts. This is the spirit that athletes should have!" The football team, who always supported unconditionally but would always disappoint himself, sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, stop talking, let's think about happy things!"

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

Dream is a reality, a concealed power of the mind that influences nature. It is only, my personal belief. The very first time I remember my dream clearly is when I was in 6yrs. old. That was the time when I met my first friend. He was a loner and timid boy who asked me to only play with him. My playmates didn't want to play with him because he was so shy and cannot interact socially with other children. For them, he was like a mute as he cannot speak with them. However, he wasn't really a mute because he can speak normally when he first tried asking me to play with him. When we were alone, he was cheerful and sweet little boy. His smile was like a sweet strawberry ice cream that makes me happy. Every time I played with him, he gives me candy and I give him kiss to his cheeks. But the sad thing was, one morning when I woke up and look for him, he was nowhere to be found. In short, the only time I could only play with him was in my dream.

"Cara!" My best friend Jean shouted my name as if we were in a cafeteria. "I knew it! Library is your hiding place." I hushed her that's why she is whispering now. I was reading a romance fiction book when she interrupted me. 

"You really are the opposite of my childhood friend." I said to her annoyingly.

"Hey friend, can't you still remember me as your only one childhood friend? You really are out of your mind to only remember the boy in your dream. He is only a dream. Dream and reality contradicts with each other, so please get back to your senses dear!" She again scolded me as if we had a therapy session. 

I cried so much after I woke up from bed one time, when I couldn't find the boy in my dream. My mom and dad couldn't stop me from crying. When I stopped crying, I began acting like a brat child. I threw away all my things in my room. I picked on my nanny and bullied her. Before my situation becomes worst, my mom and dad decided to bring me into a psychologist. Years later as time goes by, I still have my therapy session on going. My best friend Jean is a psychologist and specializing dream analysis. She becomes my doctor when she replaced her mother who guided me through all my years. Maybe, I was really out of my mind to think that the boy in my dream had truly exist. 

I ignored my friend and continued reading the book. "You know what dear, you should stop reading fiction stories. Because it can influence in your dream behavior." However, she continued bothering me. I closed the book that I am reading and faced her. "You know what dear!" I mimicked her words annoyingly. "You should stop bothering me because I'm starting to think of zipping your mouth and put it to my pocket until you can't breathe." I whispered to her while gathering my things on my library desk. 

The boy who played with me in my dream was like real. Until now, I could still remember his face. Jean told me, it could be a boy I had met in my childhood days yet I don't remember where I met or saw him. She said, he kept on showing in my dreams because I remembered his face in my subconscious mind. That's the only conclusion she and her mother explained to me over and over again to remind me that I am not insane.

I went home bringing the book I was reading in the school library. Yes, I am still a student. I'm currently in my senior year studying, "B.S. Psychology." My best friend Jean is five years older than me that's why she was ahead of me from becoming a doctor. She  is also a professor in my school that's why we can always hang out inside the campus. Though she act like a student, the reason why she was being called, "Classmate Prof." as she was being cool in dealing with her students. But her students are still respecting her especially because she is indeed, a genius professor.

"Mom, I'm here!" I went straight to my room. I just called my mom for her to know that I arrived home safe. I threw away my back pack on my study desk and lie on my bed without changing my clothes. I closed my eyes to reflect myself in all the years that I kept thinking the boy in my dream. I wanted to forget him but I keep on remembering his face again and again.

Where am I? This place is somewhat familiar to me but I'm not sure where it is. I thought I went home already. But, where am I?  Wait, If I am not mistaken. Oh right! This is my dream. I looked everywhere to see the environment. There are no people here except for a man standing behind his back. I remember now! This is the place where I met the boy in my dream. It was our playground. The strange thing is, this place is still the same. Nothing has change even the seesaw and the slides. I went near the man who's standing earlier behind his back and he's now facing me but I can't figure it out of who is the owner of that face. In short, I can't see his face clearly. I stepped closer and closer to him but still his face is blurry. I can't recognize him.

I woke up suddenly. I was about to see the face of the man but I suddenly went back to the real world. Who is that man? Is it possibly, he is the boy in my dream? No, he is not. It can't be. 

"Hello, Dear. I'm needing your expertise now. My unforgettable dream is back."

Cara is a senior student in B.S. Psychology who met a strange boy in her dream when she was 6 years old. Her dream is like a reality for her as a memory. She can't forget the clear face of the boy while growing up and it affects her personality and memories throughout her life. 

At present, her dream went back again however there is a new character. And it was a man. The little boy in her dream from the past were gone and it was replaced by a grown man. She get a help from her bestfriend who is a psychologist and specializes dream analysis to discuss the dream that went back from her past. 

In the real world, there is another strange person that she also wants to meet however he never showed up in front of her. She calls him Mr. Smith like the character in a novel story, "Daddy Long Legs". Every once in a while, she will receive a letter from him. She started to receive a letter from this person when she met the strange man in her dream. 

She is now in the middle of chaos as how to manage her feelings between the man in her dream who showed her his face and the man in reality who never showed up.

Taki.
Eri Kashiwagi.
Following the two names, Xia Yu made good use of the search engine and immediately found the blog and Twitter.
Taki's blog used the CG picture of a game as a wallpaper. And a gourmet blog post was very eye-catching amongst the anime, gaming evaluation and news.
Xia Yu clicked in to check it out, and he was stunned.
Cuisine was not the key. This guy showed a lot of respect to the tea in the shop.
He turned off the page and went to Twitter. He tried to find the user 'Eri Kashiwagi'.
Unlike blogs which were full of words, the Eri Kashiwagi's twitter was almost full of 18-plus pictures that made your heart beat faster.
The previous article of the food tweet was a manuscript of a female fan characters that had not been colored yet.
18-plus female painter?
Take me for a drive!
Xia Yu finally discovered the reason of that familiarity.
The pseudonym Eri Kashiwagi was from 'The Ways to Cultivate Passers-by'. He felt this was probably not a coincidence.
On the basis of speculation, Xia Yu was even more curious about the food tweets of 'Kashiwagi', so he clicked to read carefully.
Tea again!
Tweets from the female painter rarely mentioned the main courses. There was only a brief comment with pictures for main courses. It was as if her words were as expensive as gold.
But for the tea in the shop, the female painter used many words of praise.
High-quality tea that was not available in Togetsu Resort?
Xia Yu looked at it and laughed.
He had drunk this tea since he was young. Because he hadn't tasted the tea outside, it was not easy for Xia Yu to make comments.
However, he agreed with the magic of his own tea.
The quality of tea was quite good. The old man ordered him to buy it back from a specific old shop, and there was not much left.
However, tea and brewing skills were not the key. The key was water quality!
Mu Xiaoyue asked him when brewing tea last night.
Why not use drinking grade water?
In Xia Yu's subconscious mind, the water in the old antique water tank had the quality of a mountain spring, which was the most suitable for making tea!
"Oh, that stone..."
He put the mobile phone into his pocket. Xia Yu rushed downstairs and went into the kitchen. He put his hands into the cold water tank and took out the wet and slippery black egg stone.
In Xia's restaurant, one of the incredible things was this stone!
Xia Yu recently focused on cooking and he almost forgot about this stone. The old man left, but the stone was still there. He could be rest assured to study it.
"System, identify it!"
"Ding. Unknown prop. The analysis sample is under construction. The estimated consumption time is 30 days."
Xia Yu was astonished by the answer of the Chef God System.
30 days for analysis?!
What!
Xia Yu held his breath. "System, you said this egg stone is a kitchen prop?"
"Yes."
"In preliminary analysis, this system speculates that this stone has the effect of purifying water quality, and during the purification process, various trace mineral elements are produced. The final analysis result will take some time to be produced for the host." 
Xia Yu got an answer from the system and he was both excited and uneasy. 
The exciting thing was this item was hard to identify even with the Chef God System! 
The uneasy thing was that such a pebble stone could actually purify water quality, which was not scientific at all. 
Alright. 
Xia Yu thought of his own Chef God System, and he realized that he was the most unscientific existence. Then, he suddenly calmed down. 
"Kitchenware..." Xia Yu pondered. 
The Chinese Little Master Chef also had legendary kitchenware. 
There were all kinds of incredible food hunters for those who were captivated by food. 
This was not an ordinary world. 
He could be sure that this kind of high-quality food hunter did not exist, but for the time being, it was hard to deny the existence of legendary kitchenware. 
He had no clue. Xia Yu put the egg stone back into the water tank and went to the yard. He opened the well lid, took two buckets of well water back to the kitchen, and filled the water tank.
Old-fashioned Japanese houses usually had water wells which were usually covered with lids. If a major earthquake occurred and the water pipe broke, the water well could ensure the sustainability of domestic water. However, in recent years, with the explosion of the population in Tokyo, old-fashioned houses were rare. It was usually either apartments or modern small houses.
Xia Yu nodded secretly whilst looking at the full tank of well water.
Soon, the well water would undergo qualitative changes.
Water was not only the source of life, but also the source of cooking.
If other chefs challenged him in a food war, he already had an advantage at the source.
Xia Yu stood in the kitchen and turned his attention back to a large amount of fame he gained. Xia Yu hesitated. He didn't know how to effectively use the resources.
It would be a waste if they were all used to buy the Chef God Space time.
He remembered that the average price of a blue recipe was 500 points of fame, and the average price of blue permanent kitchenware and blue extended skill books were 1000 points.
"That's right!"
Xia Yu patted his forehead.
Two well-known figures in the ACG circle praised the tea in the store. Did it mean that he could develop this area more?
A good main course was not enough for a good restaurant.
He was not like the old man who didn't want to change. In the new era, he had to keep up with the times. In short, the shop was in his hands, and he could not treat the guests as roughly as he once did.
Service-oriented!
The skills of brewing tea and coffee could be extended. However, the small shop specialized in Chinese cuisine. Even if the coffee was classic, the tea was more classic and considered more suitable for the restaurant atmosphere.
Moreover, Xia Yu also had a certain foundation of tea ceremony when he was punished by the old man. It was reasonable to extend this area.
Summoning the mall, his eyes were flooded with a variety of props. Xia Yu swallowed and said, "System, please screen out the tea skill extension skill books that can be purchased!"
Di.
Only three quaint books remained after the screening of the props of the Chef God Mall.
The first was blue. Intermediate tea ceremony. A thousand points of fame. 
The second was purple. High-end tea ceremony. Ten thousand points. 
The third was a golden book. God-level tea ceremony. One hundred thousand points. 
"It's expensive!" Xia Yu's face twitched and his heart shook. 
The intermediate tea ceremony skill book was a thousand points, and was acceptable, but later, high-level and god-level tea ceremony had scary prices. 
"Host has already accumulated through life to activate the 'primary tea ceremony', and now only needs to directly purchase the intermediate tea ceremony to learn." 
The Chef God System said, "The system recommends the host to expand the tea ceremony. It is estimated that the return rate of guests will increase by more than 50%."
"Good! Buy, buy, buy!" Xia Yu gritted his teeth and made up his mind. 
In the catering industry, who did not want to keep guests?
After all, the advertising only lasted for a while. If you couldn't keep the guests, when the heat was over, although the restaurant would not go back to the previous deserted state, the development would be limited.
Either do your best or don't do it at all. 
Xia Yu's expectation of the restaurant was not only to make it famous in the 11th district, but to also attract foodies from all over the world in the future and gain worldwide praise. 
This was the dream of a store manager and professional chef! 
System: "Successfully purchased!"
System: "1000 fame points deducted." 
A simple blue skill book appeared in the inventory. Xia Yu touched it, clicked to use it, and suddenly felt a large stream of information stuffed into his brain.
Xia Yu closed his eyes.
After ten minutes, Xia Yu opened his eyes again and immediately filled a water kettle with water and placed it on the gas stove. 
Soon, the kitchen was full of a tea aroma. An Ya and Mu Xiaoyue were cleaning outside, and they chased the smell. They stood at the door of the kitchen and looked with surprise at the teenager who was making tea seriously in front of the kitchen counter. 
His silhouette showed the two a strange charm, just like a famous artist who focused on tea art. He was classical and elegant.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

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Luna Yi was currently lying in her bed in the house she used to live in with her Foster family. She wakes up not in her room but in a meadow where a pagoda tower stands tall l.

"Where am I? Is this the after life?" Two figures appear right before her eyes in a kimono They looked like a adorable little girl and an adorable little boy. The boy wore a Blue kimono that matched his eyes and his jet black hair while as the girl had on a pink kimono that matched her magenta eyes and her brown hair.

"Hello master" they simultaneously bowed

What the... master? Who me? This is impossible what is happening?! Is this a dream!

The little girl walked up to Luna "this is not a dream master let us explain the situation." She heard my thoughts?! So this isn't a dream then what the hell is going on?! 

Luna confuses asked "the situation? What's going on aren't I supposed to have died?" The adorable boy grabbed her hand.

"follow us and we'll explain everything." they entered the pagoda In the pagoda there were numerous Bookshelf holding thousands of book retaining the knowledge of thousands of centuries."Master you are dead yes but you are also alive."

"What? How is that possible?" How can someone be dead and alive at the same time?

That's Impossible!

"In the earthquake Mei Lin set a fire after you were caught under debris then you blew yourself up with gunpowder you did die but you were reborn 4 years in the past." Mei Lin! 

"Now I understand what's going on. Hah! I'm back and it's 4 years in the past back to when i was still in college with those traitorous backstabbers." But whenever I try to remember the faces or names of my real family they are a blur. "But why cant i remember my real family?"

"They've been locked away for the moment to unlock them again you'll have to earn enough RP to unlock them again. RP is short for revenge points the amount of revenge points you get depends on how well you your Revenge Missions or RM.We are the Revenge System Space In this space is this pagoda and the meadow outside. In the pagoda you can learn anything you'd like but if you'd like to learn high level or more advanced skills you'll need to unlock the higher floors of the pagoda which can also can be unlocked with RP." Sounds more like a game than a system. But at least I'm alive can stop grandpa   

"what about the meadow? what can I do with it?"

"You can plant anything and it will grow faster and of a much higher quality than other plants." Luna shocked by all the benefits of the RSS smiles with glee.

"What are your guys names?" They look at each other then shrug. "Alright then boy your name is Yu and For the Girl your name will be Kira." 

"Master it's time you woke up. You'll receive your first mission as soon as you awaken." Luna's Vision fades to black she reawakes in her bedroomat her foster family's house.

"I'm back you bitches."

To think That I Luna Yi would actually die a death as tragic as this...

My best friend schemed to steal my fiance since the moment she set her eyes on him. The moment I met my real family those who held blood ties to me scheme my downfall along with all those who I held dear. My father's disappearance, my mother rape and death, my friends downfall, my grandfather's death everything it was all planned out. 
Even my death was planned before I was even born!

Used as a servant since I was 4 I catered to all their desires and I got nothing in return. Beaten and abused for things I didn’t do shamed and humiliated all of this misfortune for a wrong of even being alive 

Now it time to collect the debt that they owe every single last one of them will pay an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth I won’t stop until everything that they hold dear is destroyed!
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Yet who is this two faced hunk? What does he want with me? Why is he always there when things go wrong?!

“I’ve saved your life you now owe me a life favor.”

“Fine what do you want!”

“Marry me”

Beware 18+ content

The answer from Old Time Tea was rather puzzling to the other elfins. Everyone could see that Zhang Zian was sound asleep. It did not need to state the obvious to them.
"According to my analysis, he does not have any physical problems. He is merely asleep, although...this kind of sleep is very abnormal. Sihwa's voice is so loud that he should have been awoken by it a long time ago."
Old Time Tea explained while using his claws to open his eyelids again. "You see, his eye is moving quickly. Humans have given this kind of sleep a name. It is called 'rapid eye movement sleep,' which means he is dreaming some sort of lifelike dream... The problem is that it is a rather shallow type of sleep. He should have already woken up."
"So why didn't he wake up?" Fina suppressed her anger. "Is this possible that he's deliberately pretending to be asleep when, in fact, he is already awake?"
"This... I believe that this is unlikely because the human eye is very sensitive. I just used my claws to pull up his eyelids. He should...have an instinctive dodge response," Old Time Tea said. "However, he seems to be able to restrain this instinct, and to do that, you have to practice for a long time. However, I don't think he would have spent so much time practicing just for a joke..."
This analysis was reasonable, and Fina couldn't find anything wrong with it. This was because Zhang Zian had always adhered to the principle of maximizing the benefits per unit of time, and so he would not waste so much preparation time to crack a joke that would only work once...
"Then why didn't he wake up?" Fina's anger disappeared. She turned to the bathroom and said, "Shut up! So noisy!"
Sihwa was shocked and shut her mouth.
"I don't know." Old Time Tea shook his head and looked around. "Who was the first to wake up?"
"I woke up once, but I didn't know what time it was. I heard the sound of the quilt on the bed, but it was still early. I thought he was getting up to go to the bathroom and didn't care. Then I fell asleep again," Vladimir said, raising his paw.
"Apart from Vladimir?" Old Time Tea asked with a nod.
Famous took a step forward. "When I woke up, I saw Galaxy sitting on the edge of the bed. You all shouldn't have been up yet."
Everyone's eyes focused on Galaxy.
"Meow!" Galaxy shook his head in a rare way, and his eyes held a look of confusion and helplessness. "Galaxy felt great sadness and woke up. Zhang Zian... He himself chose to be asleep."
What?
Old Time Tea's words had been puzzling enough, and Galaxy's were even worse.
"He chose to sleep? Why does he want to sleep? Who gave him the right to sleep? Did I not treat him well, so much so that he decided to go on a strike?" Fina was furious. Originally, she'd still been a little worried, but now that she'd heard that he had chosen to sleep... What did this mean?
"Hey! You idiot, get up and shove sh*t away!" Richard jumped onto Zhang Zian's back and stepped all over his back, neck, and head.
The other elfins laughed a little and relaxed a lot after hearing this.
"Maybe he is really tired. Then we should let him sleep for a while. Take a rest now and work harder later!" Vladimir said.
Old Time Tea still had a puzzled look on its face. Whether or not he chose to sleep, his being asleep despite all this noise was absolutely not normal.
"Then... When will he wake up?"
Old Time Tea generally did not ask Galaxy about issues about the future, but today the situation was special. It must be asked clearly so that it could decide what to do later.
"Meow... Galaxy does not know. He may wake up, or he may not wake up... It all depends on whether he wants to wake up." Galaxy sadly lowered his head.
Anyone present would know that Galaxy's power was unfathomable. If anyone wanted to harm Zhang Zian, or if something around him may lead to his injury or death, Galaxy would definitely be able to predict it and stop it from happening in advance. If he could not do that, he would guide other elfins to stop it.
However, if Zhang Zian chose to sleep, who could stop it?
"Is there another way?" asked Old Time Tea.
"Meow... Galaxy does not know." Galaxy shook his head.
Galaxy could see the future, but if it was something that had already happened, it could not be traced back.
"Scratch!"
Pi patted its chest and volunteered its service.
It put on some glasses and began to flip through the Untitled Book.
Everyone knew that Pi's Untitled Book recorded everything that had happened in the past. It, of course, recorded everything in the present and the future, but the latter was too difficult to query because there were countless possibilities for the future.
Everyone stared at it moving furiously and was eager to get an answer from it.
Pi flipped to one of the pages. To everyone else, it appeared to be a blank page, but after it stared at the book for a long time, confusion and surprise surfaced on Pi's face.
"What is it?" asked Old Time Tea.
Flip flip! Flip flip!
Pi's fingers seemed like they were dancing. However, besides some sign language that only Zhang Zian could understand, to the other elfins looking at it, it was tantamount to gibberish.
Pi noticed the puzzled looks on everyone's faces and suddenly remembered that Zhang Zian was not there to help it translate, so it typed on its computer. The book said that because other elfins were involved, the relevant information could not be queried.
Other elfins?
Everyone started getting suspicious and exchanged looks with each other.
Zhang Zian had been sleeping soundly throughout. If this had been caused by other elfins, did that mean... a strange elfin had invaded this room without their knowing it?
From the very beginning, everyone had ruled out this possibility. As for why... One simply had to look at all the elfins in the room. They were like a solid wall of iron and maybe even more secure than the safest vault in the world. To quietly enter into this room and do bad things... Such a feat would be even harder than going to heaven!
Although everyone had sufficient confidence in their ability to secure the room, in order to play it safe, everyone leaped into action without asking. They checked every window on the second floor, checked the doors and windows on the first floor, looked for strange smells and footprints, and even inspected the drains of the bathroom and kitchen.
However, there was nothing. There was no sign of a break-in.
Pi's Untitled Book would not be wrong. Certainly, an elfin had quietly invaded the room when everyone was unaware of it. That had put Zhang Zian into a sound sleep. However, why had it done so?
What they did know is that it had not invaded the house via the standard method. It was theoretically impossible. Even a stealth elfin could not fully hide its scent, sound, and footprints.
Elfins that could cross the physical barrier of space... There was only one that everyone knew. That was Galaxy. However, even if it were Galaxy, he would still leave behind his scent and footprints.
The unknown elfin...was like a ghost.
Sihwa had guessed that something happened, but everyone was too lazy to explain it to her. She was anxious and going crazy without knowing what was going on.
Throughout the discussion, Famous remained silent. When everyone's discussion came to an end and there was no conclusion, it suddenly said: "I have to sleep again."


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Whoever the young man was or what his purpose might be, the resurrection of President Bai and Devil Gut Fungus Lord was a serious issue. These were two very troublesome enemies. Devil Gut Fungus Lord would continue to become stronger with time, while President Bai had a terrifying self-recovery ability.
If they were to revive, Wang Ling would have to slap them several more times – how tiring!
He sighed inwardly.
So, the best way to prevent this from happening was to strangle these guys in the cradle at the very beginning.
And that mysterious teenager with unusual powers was his only lead right now in tracking down those two individuals.
"Any leads on that teenager?" Wang Ling asked.
In a rare instance, Wang Ling chose to open his mouth rather than speak telepathically, which indicated how seriously he viewed this matter. And since Guo Ping had already joined their party, there was no longer anyone in the noodle shop who was an outsider.
Wang Ling hardly ever spoke aloud, and as soon as his voice sounded, Wang Ming and Guo Ping, as well as Dog Two on the ground, got goosebumps all over… It was a waste not to become a voice actor with that voice… 
"Su Shangqing?" Guo Ping raised his eyebrows. In fact, he was also a passionate anime, comics and games fan in his daily life, and was quite familiar with the voice acting field. He thought that Wang Ling's voice was somewhat similar to Su Shangqing's.
"Su Shangqing?"
"He's done voices for Fighter of Destiny, Battle Through the Heavens and There's a Pit in My Senior Martial Brother's Brain – the most important thing is that he'll be voice acting for The Daily Life of the Immortal King!"
"I see…" Wang Ming had the expression of one who didn't understand, but thought it was awesome anyway.
Wang Ling: "…"
Returning to the topic, Guo Ping started to talk about some information he had obtained last night, which had been put together and analyzed by Roger at Mixiu's research institute.
"No material evidence was left behind before Mose was destroyed; not even an image capture of the youngster's face."
Guo Ping said slowly, "However, based on the huge hole at the border defense base, the intruder is young and about 178cm in height; we have a full set of magic treasures for reconstructing and analyzing spells, and from the focal point of the spell damage, we can determine the angle at which the attacker's hand was raised when the spell was cast.
"A person attacking with spells usually doesn't cast them at an exaggerated angle, and basically won't go above shoulder height. Additionally, judging by the footprints left at the scene, the spellcaster is extremely confident in his spell attacks, as he was physically very close to the destruction site.
"This means one of two things. First, the spellcaster has a precise handle on his magic: he knows how to keep himself safe from where he's standing when he's casting spells. But based on the extent of the damage to the wall, that was an exceptionally fierce blast! Hence, I think the second point is more likely, and that is that this person is completely unafraid of spell damage, and is thus very conceited.
"Egoistic people like this usually want to be as cool as possible when casting spells, so they'd never stand with their legs too far apart, since that would ruin their image."
Wang Ling as well as Dog Two on the ground almost spaced out when they listened to Guo Ping's analysis.
"You studied criminal psychology before?" Dog Two asked.
"A little, but a lot of it is just based on scientific reasoning." Guo Ping said, "I calculated this person's height based on the above information, while I determined his age in light of the information which Roger sent over following the spell reconstruction. The composition of the spirit power molecules which the intruder left behind at the scene is relatively young, so I think the other party is around your age, Wang Ling."
"?" Wang Ling frowned.
Around his age… 
Could this person be another cultivation prodigy hiding in the world?
Guo Ping's analysis made sense, and it aligned with what Wang Ming had seen in his dream. Although Wang Ming still couldn't quite believe it, practically all the information now matched his dream.
Wang Ming had yet to share this matter with anyone.
Now, however, he felt that the others had to know. "I have something to tell you. It's about my dream last night…"
Wang Ming raised his head, a complicated expression on his face.
... 
Elsewhere, Fang Xing had run into some trouble on his way to buy ingredients. He had gone off to buy groceries on the new Benchi Sword which his foster parents had bought him. They had just picked up the sword from the Benchi 4S store yesterday, but Fang Xing had only flown it halfway when it started to leak spirit power.
Imported goods also weren't reliable nowadays! They were all so shitty. Fang Xing remembered that in order to buy this sword, his foster parents had even been forced to pay a service fee.
He had heard them complain yesterday that customer service attitude before and after payment was like the sudden onset of a storm; they turned hostile faster than flipping the pages of a book.
As the saying went: "Benchi in hand, I own the whole world at over 600,000 HNY. But it barely inches forward, and leaks spirit power halfway. I paid the service fee in cash, and there is virtually no after-sales service[1]."
Given that the sword was leaking spirit power, Fang Xing was forced to stop his flight and set out on foot instead to his destination.
He didn't have a spare spirit sword on him, but he wasn't far from his destination. Fang Xing touched down in a nearby park. There was a spirit bus stop next to the market, so he could take a spirit bus back later.
Just as Fang Xing was about to head in the direction of the market, a hand landed on his shoulder. "Classmate Fang, don't move."
"Who are you?" Fang Xing was instantly wary. He could feel this person's hand but couldn't see him, which meant one of two things.
First, this man was currently invisible.
Second, this man was using a space layer spell, which typically meant that he was invisible to others but he could still communicate with them.
Whatever the case, a person who would hide his identity like this could only be a criminal on the run.
Also, this voice sounded familiar to Fang Xing for some reason… 
"What do you want?" Fang Xing asked.
"Come with us. My master wants to meet you," said the person behind Fang Xing in a dreadful tone.
Fang Xing struggled but found that the man was as strong as an ox, and he couldn't break free of the man's hold at all.
Fang Xing grit his teeth and turned his body in a way that no regular person could to twist his arm free and throw off the man's hold.
Then, he stomped his foot, and the scene before his eyes instantly transformed.
This was the second generation intrinsic spirit field which his father Immortal She Pi had passed down to him.
This person had ill intentions, so he had to be an enemy! Thus, Fang Xing didn't think too much, and wanted a look at this person's face first before he did anything else.
[1] Derived from an online doggerel someone wrote about a Mercedes-Benz 4S car shop and its appalling customer service.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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"Fourth Master, know your place!"
After the housekeeper and servants punished him, they walked away proudly.
Fang Yuan laid on the bed; his mind was messed up.
After a long while, his true 'self' finally awoken, and retained all of Yang Fan's memories.
"Sss…"
As he flipped around, his back was burning from the wounds, making him take in a deep breath as he almost blurted out vulgarities.
"Getting spanked just after being lucid, what luck…"
Fang Yuan shook his head and was rather appreciative. "If not for this spanking, I don't know when I would become lucid as well, so it may very well be good luck too…"
He scanned his surroundings and gathered his consciousness. "Is this the test left behind by the Five Ghosts Sect ancestor?"
"Dream Building!"
To a dream master, it was a basic skill to be able to change a dream world.
However, as Fang Yuan tried, he was left in shock. "What's wrong?"
As he realised, he took too long to awaken from this dream world.
"I cannot use my dream master abilities! Could it be because the dream master of this dream world has a higher cultivation level than me?"
Fang Yuan looked around. "Then what is the difference between this dream world and the real world?"
The happenings in this dream world were vastly different from the dream worlds Fang Yuan had.
The most important thing was that is felt extremely real!
"I am afraid that the laws of this world are the same as that of reality!"
He became serious, as he knew what this meant.
"To transform a dream world into reality, he must be at least in the Prominent Divine Stage! Did he leave this dream world here as a test?"
Fang Yuan started to think deeper.
This dream world was too real. If he were to remain trapped in here, the consequences would be dire.
If he wanted to leave this dream, how could he do it?
"To leave a dream world, there are two ways aside from dying; to follow the flow or to oppose the flow. This is not my dream world, so death is not an option! As for 'opposing the flow', it would be to forcefully take control of the whole dream world which will allow me to come and go as I please. However, my cultivation is not as strong as this dream master's, so this is not viable!"
"That leaves me with the option of 'going with the flow'! The main idea is to be open-minded and accomplish some wish of the dream's owner… From my analysis of the surroundings, it seems that it is probably something like gaining power and seeking revenge…"
After lying down flat for a while, and as the wounds on his back stabilised, Fang Yuan got to his feet, walked to the study table and opened a book at random. "Computing?"
From his retained memories, the Da Qian empire based itself on martial arts. Even if it were literature examinations, there would not be much discussion about it. On the other hand, they were more biased to practical skills, calculations, geography, livelihood, and these were a must-test.
The dream owner studied hard for the Imperial Examination, and now Fang Yuan felt that he was rather confident in passing and becoming a clerk.
This Imperial Examination was for the recruitment of clerks. There was no such thing as becoming an official straight away. Everything had to start small!
"This is the Da Qian Empire… Even their systems are much more advanced than Xia Country's..."
Thinking about Xia, Zhu and the other countries, or the clans, factions or sects that fight with each other, Fang Yuan rolled his eyes.
"This might be the real memory of that Five Ghosts Sect ancestor, which will help me a lot!"
Fang Yuan thought about other things.
He wanted to visit the Da Qian Empire. However, he had not taken over the unlucky Yang Fan's memories, and there were not many problems with the written language or the spoken language.
Furthermore, the information this young man was receiving was rather complete, which would allow him to have a more intuitive understanding of the Da Qian Empire.
"Also, this real dream world shall be a role model for me to follow!"
Fang Yuan's eyes glittered as he observed the arrangement of the surroundings.
In order for a dream master to attain the Prominent Divine Stage, they would first have to learn how to make things real.
To be able to influence objects with his mind, influence reality with his consciousness, and transfer objects from the dream world into the real world, the first step was for him to adjust his personal dream world to make it as though it was a real world, where the same laws were applicable.
This dream world was a benchmark he could follow.
"Even if there is no treasure, this is still worth it! Of course… it would be better without the other two weaknesses…."
He took in a deep breath.
It was extremely dangerous to explore the dream world.
The death in the dream would endanger the life of the real body! Secondly, being trapped and unable to escape the dream would let the real body die of hunger!
"The past few dream worlds were from my consciousness, therefore 10,000 years could pass by without much time lost. But now in this world, since it is very real, the rate of time flow is exactly same as in reality!"
Fang Yuan became serious. "In reality, my body is within the Ecstasy Fog, and I am still under the protection of the square, so I should be fine. However, if I am trapped here, my real body might die of hunger… In terms of time, I only have 1 month! 30 days!"
He had already broken through to the realm of elemental force and had unthinkable abilities.
As his body was filled with elemental force, he would unknowingly take in nutrients from the outside world. Within 30 days, he would not die of thirst or hunger.
"But this is my limit. I need to achieve the objective in 30 days, right? Most importantly is that I don't even know the objective, and have to find out by myself…"
Fang Yuan pointed a middle finger towards space. "Really… This is such a weird treasure?"
…
Although the whip seemed to be extremely painful from the outside, he did not sustain many internal injuries.
After all, Yang Fan did not make any grave mistakes for them to use as an excuse to beat him up.
In the run-down room, Fang Yuan flipped a book describing the Da Qian Empire. As he concentrated, he found a map from within, which was like a treasure to him.
After a long while, he placed the book down, rubbed his eyes and laughed. "This body… is too weak! He doesn't even have inner power! He is the most normal person!"
Without a doubt, this difficulty level was as though he was put through hell.
"To train in martial arts, I have my Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique, and the Qian Kun Giant Spiritual Technique. However, I am lacking in time and even more lacking in resources! In fact, the lack of resources is a more pressing problem!"
Fang Yuan touched his chin. "The only way is to cultivate spells!"
It was not easy to learn!
If he wanted to learn martial arts, Yang Fan could observe at the martial arts centre, but to learn to be a spiritual knight, it was impossible!
But this was Fang Yuan, not Yang Fan!
He already had two paths of spiritual knights to choose from! Why would he need to secretly observe others?
"Furthermore, this is most suitable for me!"
The path of a spiritual knight was straightforward. There were only two gates. After breaking through to become a spiritual disciple, the next step would be a huge one!
Otherwise, if he tried to train in martial arts, could he break through 13 Gates to Grandmaster in just one month? Even Fang Yuan was not that crazy!
"Furthermore, to the Yang Family, although a Grandmaster might be impressive, that's it!"
Only until now did Fang Yuan realise the scale of the Da Qian Empire.
Just a Yang Family, nothing much to the Da Qian Empire and yet they could produce 8 Grandmasters in their line of heritage, with three more spiritual knights. Who knew what else they would have.
Even so, there were only considered impressive in their county, but still did not have the ability to become tyrannical!
"Becoming Grandmaster would only mean that you had the right to speak in the Yang Family, but still could not help Yang Fan achieve what he wanted to!"
Fang Yuan was rather confident that Yang Fan was likely to be the mysterious ancestor of the Five Ghosts Sect.
And he had entered his real memories!
"I cannot learn the Blood Demon's Technique. Let's go back to the old path of a dream master!"
It only took him awhile for him to be decided on his path.
After all, he was most familiar with the path of a dream master, and it placed emphasis on the 'mind'. This path was as mysterious as it could be, and if he had enough experience, it would be rather simple to break through.
"Since Yang Fan became a Prominent Divine Stage dream master in the future, he must have the potential to become a dream master, otherwise how could he become successful just by secretly learning martial arts? The probability of training the wrong way and harming himself would be much greater!"
"Of course, the most important thing right now is to move out of this place!"
Fang Yuan bit his lip.
This Yang Family was a big jail in itself!
With such a large number of strong martial artists, the constant surveillance from his mother, and the many loyal servants!
In this lawful society, they could use many underhand means to deal with him, and he might not even be able to retaliate, otherwise, he would be labelled as an 'unfilial son', making the death sentence applicable!
"I have considered this before deciding not to learn martial arts. The cultivation of a dream master is the one hardest to detect. I'm just afraid that there might be a high-level cultivator within the family that can detect my cultivation… Therefore, it is a must to shift out, and the best excuse would be the examinations… It's coming half a month later?"
As a bastard child, he was pressured everywhere in the household and had no say.
The only solution was to use the name of the Imperial Court to get out of the place, but other than that, he had to depend on himself.
"Fourth Master!"
Suddenly the doors were opened and a servant entered carrying a tray of food. With much disrespect, she said. "Mother has instructed for you to be confined here and reflect about your wrongdoings. Supper is here!"
She took out two dishes of vegetables and a bowl of unshelled rice.
"Reflect about my wrongdoings?"
Fang Yuan frowned, then smiled. "I know, I will reflect on my behaviour. Please assure my mother!"
The servant was shocked.
Based on her impression, this young kid would likely throw a tantrum, and by then she would have her means to deal with him. Never would she have thought that he would accept fate and not be worked up.
"That's good!"
The servant felt that the Fourth Master suddenly became very mysterious. Left speechless, she carried the tray and walked out.
Fang Yuan rubbed his tummy and started digging in.
Although it was in a dream, his body could still experience hunger, fatigue, get injured, bleed or even die!
What was the difference between this dream world and reality then?
Although the rice was hard and the vegetables were tasteless, Fang Yuan was satisfied and cleared the entire bowl.
"I'm lucky that there's vegetable this time round. Next time, they might give me leftovers…"
He chuckled, made a mental note and looked at his mother's room across. "Not letting me ace the examinations by confining me? Such hatred!"


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

A whole month had passed since I passed on the research paper, I was closing in on level 5 and Drrak was nearly complete with the analysis of my true qi. I was stocking books on the second floor when Brian approached me.

"My master told me to reward you for finding his paper," Brian said in an even tone as he hinted to something else

'So he bit, the question is are they going to give up anything else.'

"We would like to thank you for the help, and if in the future you need something. We will do our best to provide for you." Brian said

"No problem, I just found it I hope you will tell Remmie to stick to his job," I said as a probe, something felt wrong to me regarding Remmie and Tiberius.

They seemed to be doing something under the nose of the Kirin King. They also knew far too much ancient knowledge, like they received an account from a powerful existence. Everything was pointing to the demons, it's just a matter of how entrenched they are in the human kingdoms. 

With this probe, I could glean some further knowledge regarding the demons, without taking any risks. Brian's face paled at my comment, he knew that Remmie was related to Joshua. But he didn't know how but saying Remmie a grand mage should stick to his job. Was a terrifying command, Lucas' importance even surpassed Remmie...Brian thought in fear.

He quietly transmitted 1300 sword marks to my medallion and left a small report of a few pages regarding the paper. He also put an authorization on the 3rd floor of the library. I read it and it included mathematical deductions, that adhered with my own. I then moved on to the other sections and they were all correct. 

I felt reassured in my analysis. But the thing that interested me the most was the second paper, in a different font and with cryptic words. They glowed with firepower, like glyphs but I could not understand them.

'Drrak what is this?' I asked

'Infernal script, the words of the demons are inscribed on that paper. Only those with encounters or blessed by demons can write, read, or even see and hear it. But you are again a special case, the gods created racial distinctions. You are a shadowborn, a godless being unrestricted by racial distinctions.' Drrak replied

'Can you read it Drrak?' I asked hopefully

'Only bits and pieces, that part of my knowledge is mostly lost. It says splinter something, find the treasury, the dream formation's nodes are the keys. The rest I cannot read at all, as I do not remember.' Drrak said

'Spatial nodes?' I replied

'Possibly or a spatial node, I can't read everything.' Drrak said 

'Well looks like I have another thing to do in the formation. Other than find the ancestor king's gift to his successor.' I thought to myself

'For that I require forces, and my own personal power needs to rise. Drrak what if we incorporated a spell circle into your analysis?' I said as my mind already started the deductions necessary.

'Wait that could work, but you'd have to design it and lay the spell circle.' Drrak said with an excited voice, this plan could help him as well.

'I have some incomplete ones that I designed, I'll just work on the final one before re-entering.' I said as I started to smile.

As I said so I went up to the platform for the third floor of the library. The distance was even larger between, the first floor and the second floor. But with my stats all over 40, I didn't have much of a problem. For most genius' that was their stats at peak level 8. 

Adding my ever growing sword intent, and magical abilities, I had no fear fighting people up to mid inner reformation. Which was level 15, my physical prowess was improving at a higher and higher rate as I leveled up.

With my exercises becoming more diverse, I could improve perfectly and created a perfect foundation for outer reformation. My muscles had all been tempered like divine metal. Destroyed entirely, and rebuilt from scratch stronger than ever from the tempering.

I put all my muscle strength into my legs and did a vertical leap. Stats at 100 was Mach 1 in speed, the power to lift a car in strength, for flexibility that was the equivalent of being quadruple jointed, and in 100 endurance meant accelerated healing. With my stats at 40% of all those abilities, my leap was extremely easy as I reached the top. 

I descended like an immortal entering the mundane world. My black and blonde hair accentuating my blue eyes that shined with sword intent, few people were around here. I didn't bother to look at them, but they focused on me. 

Some of the looks were even suppressive on me, but the sword on my glabella shined with pure white sword intent. It cut through all the suppression and looks as I walked off to the bookshelves. I started my quiet search for books on spellcraft, I found a few larger books complete with deductions from the Arcanists. 

People who had dedicated themselves to spellcraft. It was looked down upon and arcanists were seen as just mediocre potioneers and alchemists. I had a few notepads near me on a table with the book. I spent hours writing out deductions and scraping them. Going through hundreds and hundreds of sheets of paper to grasp more and more.

When I felt I understood the mathematics well enough, I added them to my previously incomplete spell circles. I wrote drew a few and went and checked out the book. Which was a whopping 100 sword marks, I could feel my heart bleed. I went home with the book and crumpled pieces of paper. 

I drew a few spell circles on the ground around me. I channeled some magic power and true qi into the circles. The first exploded and the true qi just scattered. I went back to my paper and redid the math as I changed the approach. Only to get not an explosion but a dud, the energy would even flow in the spell circle.

I changed the spell circle again and lowered the energy I entered. I put in a minimal amount of magic power, as the spell circle darkened and pulsed with energy. I felt hopeful and happy as I looked at the spell circle. I turned back to my notepad and checked the math on this spell circle.

But when I turned back the spell circle had already decayed a lot. The true qi was flowing out faster and faster as the spell circle disappeared.

'Drrak what the hell, why can't the spell circle control the energy?' I asked with anger.

'The true qi and magic power don't compliment each other, they both try to create seeds which devour each other.' Drrak said

I sat in quiet contemplation as I thought about Drrak words. Then I examined my cells and noticed the fusing of magic power and sword intent.

'What about me why doesn't it affect me? What if I use true qi as the only seed?' I asked hopefully

'Maybe try it with only true qi.' Drrak said hesitantly

I reconstructed the spell circle on the ground but this time, I focused on the sword on my glabella. Slowly white sword intent seeped out from it forming a small white seed that radiated a sharp undying energy. 

Then I focused on the black lotus in my heart, out of it came a black magic power, I guided it using my swirling white sword intent stopping it from becoming a seed. It wrapped around the seed as it moved into the spell circle. Black and white clashed in the spell circle like yin and yang. Then they reached a stasis point where they were both balanced.

My magic power was unable to consume the undying sword intent. Then I sent a stream of void energy from the spatial rift inside of me into the seed. The void energy engraved along the seed 3 deep purple lines, the balance remained the same but it created a node. A meeting place for my greatest powers in a spellcircle that could easily be branded.

I wrote down the spell circles design and mathematics. I observed the spellcircle and had Drrak look for any problems. I went to bed and woke up the next day to see the spell circle still in operation and with no issues. I smiled this was the master key, now to build the door for power I thought. I drew a less intricate spell circle that had a different purpose, it was related to the first spell circle. 

They interacted with one another as I used my magic eyes. I sent the void energy from the first spell circle to the second one, also with the seed of my power. The spell circle remained normal but it had a bit of an imbalance. It was destined to fall apart, one day but it would work out for the most part.

'Drrak how long until this falls apart?' I asked

'2 1/2 years to 3 if nothing is done, but stopping it from falling apart is very unlikely.' Drrak said as he examined the spell circle.

'Then it is good as it is.' I said dismissively

I then cut my finger as it started to bleed out, I pulled up my shirt and traced the spell circle on my stomach. I then implanted the magic power until a balance was reached. I then guided the seed of power to the center of the spell circle, it disseminated like branches along my stomach creating a seal.
 
'I have the master key, now to grant power to the ones that asked for it.' I thought with a sinister grin.

A nameless thief is struck with betrayal and tribulations that bring him to his accidental death. But that wasn't the end of him, he came back to life with a new name and a ruthless goal.

Tristan looked through the information on the Vast Expanse. The traitorous Demon Princess was actually the eldest princess in the Demon's royalty. Her name was Shamana and considered one of the most talented members of the demon race younger generation.

However five years ago, her personality changed rapidly. It was said that viciousness among demons was a trademark and the princess Shamana used to be extremely vicious. However, five years ago, after an accident, her personality changed rapidly and became more milder. She also started taking interest in other races, especially humans.

It was then that rumors of her being traitorous actually emerged, but the royalty mostly dismissed her as being rebellious. She had since begun acting a lot on her own, travelling hidden worlds and exploring further.

One day the demons as well as angels discovered an extremely stable isolated world that had formed connections with their subservient sub worlds. Inside that isolated world a treasure was discovered, which Tristan surmised was the Matrioshka Egg. 

The discovery of the egg led to the the bloody war, a terrifying war with incredible losses on both sides. It was hypothesized by the humans that this war actually left breathing room for humans to grow and consolidate.

Eventually the demons managed to capture the treasure, but the treasure was actually stolen by the princess Shamana and she disappeared from the world.

Tristan sighed. The sudden change in Shamana was very suspicious. What exactly happened five years ago? 

What puzzled him the most was the bizarre nature of her explosion. She was protecting the egg with her life, but then detonated herself when she was in a position of advantage. Tristan decided to visit the book shop. May be he could find some clues. 

In the shop, Tristan walked in. The book store was the same as before, as of nothing had happened. The only difference was his own life had changed forever.

He remembered that fateful day, when he was reading his favorite copy of Robinson Crusoe. It was a very unique copy and the only one in the store with original art.

Suddenly he shuddered. The nightmare he kept having, the woman exploded and he always was left with the impact of the explosion waking him up, but something had happened to the book at that moment. 

Tristan thought for a bit and walked around the store and found the book. The moment he touched it, he felt unsettled, but he kept calm. He walked to the counter.

"I'd like to purchase this book." Tristan said with a smile. The clerk was now a new person and the two didn't know anything about each other. Tristan purchased the book and walked out.

"The book actually survived the explosion. There is something wrong with it. Did the demon princess do something to it?"

At home, Tristan took out the book in his room. He then opened it, however the book began turning pages automatically and Tristan was pulled into the book's world.

In front of him, a woman was slouched beside a tree, yawning. It was a human. She saw the sudden appearance of Tristan in the book world and got excited.

"You are finally here! I thought you would never realize what I did. Thankfully you had brains." The woman yelled to the world with excitement.

"You are the demon princess... but your soul is actually a human? No wonder.. no wonder... everything is clear now." Tristan said with a smile.

The woman looked at Tristan dumbfounded. "You... you already figured out what happened without me telling anything?"

Tristan shook his head. Not everything, but I think I have the main parts now. "Five years ago, the demon princess Shamana has an accident and her personality suddenly twists rapidly and from being a ruthless and murderous person, she suddenly became interested in humans, a foreign race which is enemies with demons.

I'm guessing something happened five years ago and a human soul displaced into the body of the demon princess." Tristan spoke out his analysis.

The woman sighed. "Five years ago the demon princess actually died. I was originally a human from earth, but a different earth. There are no strange fantastical elements like this in that earth. Five years ago I died in that world and was reincarnated into the body of the demon princess, but I didn't want to be a demon, I wanted to be a human.

Then that bastard Temptation merchant offered me two items in return for two vows. One was to steal the egg and bring it to earth and detonate myself in front of you fusing my soul into this book world."

Tristan immediately crumpled his face. "What was the second vow?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't know. He would only declare the vow when he needed me to."

Tristan was silenced for a while before he asked. "So why were you waiting for me within this book?"

The woman got excited. "The temptation merchant gave me an item that will create my soul into human form again. But I need your help for that."

"What do you need?" Tristan asked.

"Liquified Life Essence. A lot of it." The woman said.

"Are you serious? Do you know how expensive it is?" Tristan asked.

The woman nodded. "I know. Even for royalty getting a bottle is a dream. But I really need that much to reform my body and you are the only person I can count on. I won't leave you hanging. Just organize the life essence for me, I'll pay you back. When I was coming to Earth I didn't come empty handed, and I have my treasures with me. I'll pay you once I get the body."

Tristan thought for a bit, hesitating. But then spoke. "Okay, I have life essence. I'll give it to you. How should i do it?"

The woman's eyes opened wide. "When you leave the book world, just pour the life essence on the open book until it transforms."

Then Tristan left the book world with a thought. He sighed, then a bottle of Liquified Life essence appeared in his hand. He began pouring it and the book began to glow brighter and brighter. One bottle was gulped down. Then two more bottles gulped down. Finally at the end of the fourth bottle, one third of his life essence stash was swallowed by the book that it was enveloped by a cocoon of energy which kept pulsating and changing shape forming the silhouette of a human.

Finally the energy subsided and a woman in flesh appeared in Tristan's room, albeit naked. The woman leapt with joy. "I'm finally back!"

Tristan ran to his sister's room and picked some clothes and threw it into his room. "Dress up!" He yelled.

Fifteen minutes later a prim woman who looked to be 18 was now standing in Tristan's room, looking at herself in the mirror.

Tristan was sitting on a chair. "What is your name?"

"My name is Emily."

Tristan Flores was an ordinary young man as long as he was allowed to be ordinary. When his place of work ended up in an accident, he discovered that Earth was nothing like what he thought. 

After discovering the hidden world, Tristan ends up with a system and the sequence of events lead him down a rabbit hole that shows few signs of allowing his life to be normal again.

A new path to evolution will lead the way to unravelling mysteries, sinister plots and machinations hidden within the counts of time.

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