Some average guy died, got few wishes, reincarnated to Harry Potter world. Enjoy.

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Since i installed this app and enjoy reading some novels, i have read, liked, comment, and reviewed some of them. So, this is the first i wrote.

21 year old disinterested student......Rhaegah, of a new state of the art island school Legion High, lived his life like any other loner with the exception of a haunting reoccurring dream he had no interpretation for. One day he is visited by a strange man who not only knows him by name, but also reveals to him the existence of magic....... And that his world was full of it.....A world now in danger of destruction at the hands of the dark elves. Rhaegah then journeys to Valoren when he learns he is the key to saving this whole new world. He begins a journey of self discovery finding out the truth of his identity and awakening powers he could only dream of.... Powers feared by all...... The power of the Dragon-born.




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Li Feihuan looked at Zhao Siqing and said again, "Chen Shixiong is sinister and cunning. He is very shrewd and has been highly regarded over the years. His influence is not small. I advise you to stop here and stop investigating. "
Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said slowly, "thank you. "
She would definitely continue investigating, but she also knew that this matter could not be rushed. Otherwise, she would only be implicated.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at Li Feiyuan and said again, "since there's nothing else, I'll take yuan yuan and leave first. "
Li Feihuan stood up and wanted to send him off, but Zhao Siqing walked up and chatted with Yuan Yuan for a while before holding his hand and bringing him downstairs.
When he saw the two of them get into the car, Li Feihuan placed a gift box beside Zhao Siqing.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at him. "This is? "
"consider it my thank you gift. Thank you for taking care of Yuan Yuan during this period of time, " Li Feihuan said gently.
Zhao Siqing picked up the gift box and returned it to him. "There's no need. Putting aside the deal between you and me, I'm a psychiatrist. If Young Master Li wants to thank me, you can directly transfer the money. "
Hearing this, Li Feihuan smiled and said gently, "okay, I'll get someone to transfer the money to your account later. But this gift was chosen by Yuan Yuan. It's not an expensive item. I hope you can accept it. "
Zhao Siqing was stunned. She turned to look at the Little Bun at the side.
Li Feiyuan blinked his black eyes at her and nodded hard.
He stretched out his meaty fingers and poked at the gift box, then pointed at Zhao Siqing.
Zhao Siqing's gaze became warmer. She said softly, "is it for me? "
Hearing that, Li Feiyuan nodded his head vigorously again.
Seeing that, Zhao Siqing looked down at the gift box in her hand. The gift box was beautifully wrapped. On the outside was a sea-blue wrapping paper with a golden ribbon on it.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Siqing turned to look at Li Feihuan and said gently, "thank you, but I hope that young master Li won't spend any more money next time. "
After saying that, the car gradually drove away until the car disappeared from Li Feihuan's sight.
Du Wei walked out from the side and said, "young master, can this Zhao Siqing be a match for Chen Shixiong? "
Li Feihuan said lightly, "don't underestimate her. Besides, isn't there still Huo Jingchen? "
Hearing this, Du Wei bent her waist a little deeper and said, "you have foresight. "
Li Feihuan turned around and went upstairs. He said lightly, "Chen Shixiong is an unfamiliar dog. GRANDPA treats him as his right-hand man, but I think he wants to turn the Li family into the Chen family. "
Du Wei's throat tightened, and she didn't dare to say anything.
* 
On the other side, Zhao Siqing got into the car and talked to Li Feiyuan.
Seeing that he was playing with the transformer in his hand again, Zhao Siqing remembered that she had spent 188 dollars on dream interpretation. She immediately took out her phone and looked at it.
Dream interpretation had said a lot of things. She looked at it line by line. The general meaning was that it indicated that there would be some changes in her relationship and that she might usher in a new relationship.
It also meant that she might owe a certain man something, and the man would definitely demand payment from her.
It was suggested that she handle her past relationship well and pay attention to the problems left behind in her relationship.
It also meant that she might have been too tired recently, too stressed, and her pace of life was tense. It was suggested that she relax appropriately.
After Zhao Siqing finished reading, she turned her head to look out of the window and fell into deep thought.
A problem left over from her relationship?
Lu Qian?
But it wasn't her who wanted to break up with him in the first place.
Zhao Siqing thought carefully for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out who she owed.


Huo Jingchen had a serious paranoid personality disorder, and Zhao Siqing was his psychiatrist.
Huo Jingchen had endured it for six years, but he did not dare to get close to her.
He thought that he could control himself well, but after just one meeting, Huo Jingchen's face was swollen by himself.
"Zhao Siqing is mine, her eyes are mine, and her body is mine. From head to toe, from inside to outside, her hair is mine! "
There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but only you are my favorite.
The male protagonist is sick, and the female protagonist has medicine.
Double Love Letters, welcome to jump into the pit.

Love is a promise,

Love is a souvenir,

Once given never forgotten,

Never let it disappear.

These are the words that 18-year-old Raymond McGregory saw written in chalk on the sidewalk as he walked to his first ever college class. Raymond was no Sherlock and didn't give much thought as to why this quote was here, and just assumed that it must have been left by some adult who wanted to brighten up someone's day. For Raymond however, this quote caused him to remember a time when he was in love. More specifically, he remembered the day he first confessed his love to a girl and began his journey in the dating world. It was a warm spring day with his 8th grade graduation drawing near when Raymond confessed his love to the girl of his dreams.

He asked her to date.

She asked him to die.

And that was both the beginning and the end of Raymond's "dating journey."

(Wait a second, that's not a happy memory. I need to think back to the day I kissed a girl romantically. Ah yes, me and her were both in the rain when it happened.)

As Raymond sunk deeper into his memory of that day, he had a hard time recalling most of the of what had happened. And that's probably because it's impossible to remember something that never happened, and what little he had remembered of that day wasn't "remembering", it was his imagination.

(Okay, I have to have done something romantic in my life.)

Then Raymond remembered the time where he did the impure heterosexual act of romantically holding hands.

He had a big smile stretched across his face as he held her hand from behind.

Then she turned around and he saw her face in its entirety,

and he realized that the girl he was holding hands with wasn't even a girl at all.

(If love is a souvenir than what the hell kind of souvenir was that? The bootleg action-figure kind where they change Mickey Mouse's name to "Mike the Rat" and Mickey's face looks like some kind of freakish garden gnome? But I guess they did get the whole "never forgotten" part right because those memories have been seared into my brain with a blowtorch. Either way I have to have at least one good romance related memory!)

Raymond caught a memory of himself standing at the front of a ship hugging a girl and lifting her up into the air. Thing is, this was just Raymond remembering a scene from the movie Titanic.

Raymond kept searching his mind for a good romance related memory but he couldn't find a single memory that wasn't heartbreaking, imaginary, or just plain wrong (though he did see this one memory of him petting his cat Boople Snoot, which made him happy). Truth be told, Raymond was a guy who was single by choice ... of others, and the only relationships he'd ever had were with his left hand and his couch sleeve. He was what you would call a KHHV: a kissless handholdless hugless virgin.

***

Raymond soon found himself in front of his classroom. After waiting for the classroom door to open and the room to fill with students, he sat down and began thinking about his plan to get a girlfriend. You see, in the summer months leading up to Raymond's first semester in college, Raymond felt very lonely and thought up a plan to get a girlfriend. His plan was very simple: come off as a very nice, and the bitches will come in hoards. Raymond called his plan "How to Cure a Single Boyfriend". Of course the title for his little plan was a total oxymoron. Being a boyfriend by its very definition means that you aren't single, which makes his plan's title a complete contradiction, but this is the very contradiction Raymond saw himself as. Raymond felt his three strongest traits in the sexual marketplace was that he is the "ultimate nice guy", not a land whale, and male. To him these three traits clearly made him an alpha male, or at the very least not a lowly beta male. Because of his clear status as a dominant male, Raymond believed he was basically already someone's boyfriend, it's just that the person he was in a relationship with didn't know he was her boyfriend, and vice versa. And this is why Raymond came up with his plan: to match with his dream girl, and to cure him of being single. And he had a feeling that whoever this "dream girl" was, was about to come right through the classroom door.

And just then, the door opened, and Raymond turned to look at the dream girl who had just entered the classroom.

It was the teacher, an old women who looked like she was seventy-years-old.

(Goddammit, I've been cockblocked by some old geezer! What? Is my life so pathetic that I can't even have a good romance related memory of seeing a pretty girl walk through a fucking classroom door on the first motherfucking day of college? Like, does god have some weird fetishistic dating sim game planned for me where I go on the "Granny Route" and end up marrying someone who belongs in a retirement home? Is that what god has planned for me? Is that the kind of treatment nice guys like me get? Well, screw you god! Actually, don't do that. Then you'd have a good romance related memory of getting screwed unlike a certain 18-year-old with two thumbs and a thing for couch sleeves. Get unscrewed god!)

Suffice to say, Raymond felt both frustrated and awkward.

But as soon as Raymond's frustration and awkwardness expired, the door opened, and she came into the classroom.

Raymond's dream girl had arrived.

She was easily one of the prettiest girls Raymond had ever seen and the essence of feminine beauty. It was love at first sight.

Her natural scarlet hair glowed in the morning sun.

Her eyes were like blue diamonds that sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

Her face looked like a painting that only the most talented of renaissance artists helped create.

Her lips were as red as the sweetest of apples.

She walked with the grace of an angel.

But the best part about all of this,

was that Raymond didn't think of any this poetic bullshit.

Yes, while it was love at first sight for Raymond, his thoughts weren't at all that poetic. What he actually thought was:

(Jesus Christ, did she shove volleyballs down her shirt?)

He also thought of a bunch of other really vulgar trash, but I'm trying to keep a PG-13 rating here, so I'll just let you use your imagination. After Raymond was done thinking, his little angel walked gracefully to the the desk right in front of him and sat down. Raymond's veins instantly filled with joy.

(Oh my god, a girl sat next to me. She must be into me! I guess dreams really do come true!)

That was the only seat left for her to sit in though, and Raymond soon realized this.

***

Since Raymond didn't know his newfound crush's name, he wanted to make one up for her in the meantime. Considering he just thought she was into him even though no real evidence was there, Raymond decided to name her "Miss Interpretation".

***

The class soon started with the teacher giving her opening remarks, "Welcome to English 1A. Today we will be discussing the class norms and the syllabus." It soon became apparent to Raymond that this was one of those kinds of first days. You know, the kind where the teacher just spends two hours talking about shit you already know. Shit like, "you should raise your hand when you want to speak.", or "you should respect other people's opinions.", or "you're not supposed to ask a quadriplegic person if they were born in a minefield." Ok, maybe that last teaching is only implied, but I think you get the point. Though however boring as these classes may be there is one good thing about them, and that's that at the start of the class you think, "Oh god, they're wasting my time." But when you realize that you don't have to do any work you think, "Thank god, they're wasting my time!". Anyways, as the teacher blabbed on about respect or some other happy go lucky bullshit like that, Raymond became very bored and his mind drifted to thinking about Miss Interpretation. Even though he had known her for all of two minutes, Raymond fantasized about her being his ideal nerdy and artistic wife who he would spend the rest of his life with. Of course, Raymond had no idea what she was actually in to, but he did see her walk into class with her reading book in her arms, and holding a fancy looking pen, and that was all the evidence he needed in order for him to project his fantasies onto her. Raymond began to dream about his life after the two of them got married.

***

Everyday he would wake up to her sitting at his bedside and she'd say in a cheerful childlike voice, "Wakey-wakey! It's time for breakfast!". Then she would shovel spoonfuls of candy you put in milk known as "cereal" into his mouth and follow it up by shoving a baby bottle down his pie trap. 
Then he would go to work. The commute to his job would consist of him getting out of bed, and walking five steps to his computer where he would work as a full time E-celebrity. He would achieve E-fame as a popular gaming Youtuber and as a Twitch streamer. Everyday he would sit down and play video games all day. Thousands, if not millions, of people from around the world would watch him play and commentate. His legion of fans would type "lol" and "lmao" at all of his edgelord humor and dick jokes. His wife would often come in and play with him too. In fact, she would pose as his mascot. She would cause nerds from all over the internet to flock to his gaming channel and be envious of him. His wife would also be the artist that would draw his channel banner and such. Whenever Raymond needed a blanket, a back massage, or someone to scratch his ass at his "job" his wife would be there to take care of him at the snap of his fingers. When he would get off his "battle station" for his lunch break, his wife would be there waiting for him and say in a voice that resembled a kindergarten teacher, "Snack time!" and bring him trays of food with snacks like pop-tarts and animal crackers. 
Anytime Raymond would leave his room to take a shit and the like, his wife would see him, and joy would fill her heart. It would make Raymond so happy to know that he was able to make a woman happy by being himself. His degenerate disgusting self. 
Every night when Raymond would leave his "office" after an exhausting day of "work", his wife would instantly hop over to him with a cute adorable smile and say in a soft high-pitched childlike voice, "Would you like dinner? A bath? Or me?" And Raymond would respond with the same answer he used to get through high school, "All of the above!" 
As time passed and they both grew old, they would sit by the fireplace and hear, "Grandpa! Grandma! tell us the story of how you two got married!" And Raymond would respond by saying, "Well you see kiddos, it all started one day when I was walking through a hallway during my freshman year of college and your grandmother pulled me aside and took me to the school's rooftop. We were all alone, and the atmosphere was both nerve racking and exciting. She told me, "Raymond I want t-to tell you that…" She paused her speech and backed away because she was blushing so hard, But soon regained her composure, "I want to tell you that I see you everyday in class and you give off an aura of being the most sweetest, most nicest guy on the planet, as well as being very intelligent, funny, and cute. Because of this I…." She was blushing so much she couldn't stop herself from pausing again, and her face was as red as a tomato. Despite this, she managed to croak out her final few sentences, "I've been a secret admirer of yours and I've come to confess that I want to please my desires by being with you forever.

I want to cuddle you as you shield me from the intense rain.

I want to hear the striking words that come from your brain.

I want know what it's like hugging you in the winter breeze.

I want to feel my head resting on your knees.

I want to be with you all day long.

And I want to find out if my mouth can fit all nine inches of your schlong

 

do you have to turn in late work? "


"Raymond, I'll say it again. How long do you have to turn in late work?"

***

Raymond found himself having just woken up in his English 1A classroom. Apparently he had just been dozing off for the past couple of minutes, consumed by his fantasies. It was apparent to the teacher that Raymond wasn't paying attention, so she decided to ask him a basic question about the syllabus.

Raymond was nervous and quickly made up an answer, "Oh… It's uh- ten percent off your score for everyday your homework is late. So after ummmm... ten days the homework's percentage drops to zero and will not be accepted."

"No, I don't accept late work." The teacher responded.

"S-sorry I'll t-try to be more attentive from now on."

After this exchange Raymond could hear chuckles from around the room which made him feel bitter. Fortunately, there was someone for Raymond to share his moment of shame with, as shortly after Raymond was done speaking a girl came into the classroom, marking herself as "that person who came very late on the first day of class". And as if her punctuality wasn't embarrassing enough, she was playing a game on her Iphone as she entered the class, looking like a total fool. She also didn't look like the sharpest tool in the shed either, as she looked disheveled. This girl would be of no importance to Raymond if it wasn't for the fact that when she came in, she waved to Miss Interpretation and Miss Interpretation waved back. This lead Raymond to deduce that this disheveled looking girl was Miss Interpretation's friend. This deduction would make her someone Raymond would have to keep an eye on. Thanks to her new status in Raymond's mind, Raymond tried to think up a name to refer to her as. Considering the embarrassment that surrounded her, Raymond decided to name her "Miss Take". Miss Take then managed to make room for herself by pulling out a chair in the back of the class and sitting down.

After Miss Take sat down the teacher said, "Ok class, it's almost time to give your self-introduction to the person sitting in front of you."

(Self-introduction? Where did this come from?)

But then Raymond realized that giving a self-introduction meant that he was going to see Miss Interpretation's adorable face again and was going to have a chance to impress her was with how much of an amazing human being he is. This realization caused Raymond's thoughts on the class to change from:

(Thank god, they're wasting my time.)

to

(Thank god, Jesus, and the holy spirit that they're squandering what little time I have on this moss covered rock we call our planet!)

Then teacher the said, "Ok, time to give your class introduction!"

Raymond's red-haired princess turned around to face him and Raymond was eager to think up a class introduction to woo her over on the first day. As he was about to open his mouth, he looked at her pretty face, and something felt very wrong. Very very wrong. So wrong that Raymond's mouth sealed shut and anxiety encompassed him. And Raymond soon figured out why. It was because he had come to an epiphany.


The epiphany that in order to get girls to fall for him he had to actually talk to them.

18 year-old Raymond McGregory considers himself to be one of the nicest guys out there and a true dominant male. However despite his supposed accolades Raymond is single by choice…... of others, and the only relationships he’s ever had are with his left hand and his couch sleeve. One day the “tfw no gf” is felt strongly within Raymond, and he decides to hatch out a plan to get a girlfriend. But his plan falls apart when he comes to the realization that in order to get girls to fall for him he has to actually talk to them. This isn’t an easy task for Raymond as he suffers from extreme social anxiety. On top of that he’s a massive nerd, not very bright, delusional, and is honestly the kind of guy that would get fourth place in a three-man race. Later Raymond comes across a group of people on the internet known as "Incels" who seem to be in a similar  position as he is, but their views on the opposite sex and society seem very wicked. However they say they can help Raymond. Will Raymond seek help from these sinister people or will he try to keep a heart of gold?

Furthermore, can Raymond get girls to love him despite not being able to talk to them? How much control does Raymond have over his plan? And How do you  fix a moronic incel? Find out all of this and more in this dark satirical romantic comedy filled with nice guys, deep philosophical underpinnings, and strong gay undertones.

This webnovel can also be viewed on Royal Road Legends:

https://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/18749/how-to-fix-a-moronic-incel

"Argh!!! No!!!"
In the quiet bedroom, Celine, who was fast asleep, suddenly let out a cry. This startled Link, who had been studying a time magic book at his desk.
He placed a paperweight on the page he was reading and turned down the brightness of the magic lamps in the room. He then walked over to the bed where Celine slept. However, her sleep seemed troubled. From time to time, her brows would furrow, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her hands were gripping tightly on her sheets.
Must be having another nightmare. Link sighed inwardly. He sat beside the bed and held Celine's hand gently.
This was one of the major side-effects that came with Celine's clairvoyance. She was just about to transcend Level-9, and her ability to foresee the future was becoming even stronger. Nevertheless, she still could not master this ability. As the situation on the continent was becoming even more complicated, her prophetic nightmares became even more frequent.
These nightmares suggested that danger was imminent, but the core Magicians of Ferde did not need a clairvoyant to tell them what they already knew. The ship that was Ferde was now already sailing across stormy waters.
There was an air of tension among Ferde's high-ranking Magicians as they braced themselves for war.
Usually, Link only needed to hold Celine's hand in order to calm her down. This time was no different. After holding her hand quietly for ten minutes, Celine's brows relaxed. Her breathing was steadier, and she slept soundly once more.
Link did not move away from the bed. He took off his robe, leaned back against the headboard and beckoned at the desk. The magic book on it floated obediently towards him.
He then turned on a magic lamp beside him and continued reading the impossibly difficult time magic book.
The three main pillars of the realm were space, time and energy. Link already had a profound understanding of space and energy. Only the mysteries of time remained uncracked by him. He was still a beginner at this stage.
As he was absorbed in deciphering a magical formula, Celine, who had been sleeping beside him, suddenly turned around. Her hand touched Link's waist, and she spoke, "Still awake?"
Link closed the book and asked, "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I just had a dream. I was woken up by it," said Celine lazily. She took the book from Link's hands and looked at its cover. "Is this book that hard?" You've been studying it for more than two months, and you've only finished the first chapter."
Link's head was already on the verge of bursting. When Celine snatched the book away from him, he decided not to read it any longer. He massaged his throbbing forehead and laughed bitterly.
"It's not just hard; it's very, very hard. It's way past my power level. I may need to reach Level-14 first if I hope to make any progress in my research."
Back in the game world, the first time spell available to a Magician was Time Acceleration.
All the spells a player had acquired before Level-14 were incompatible with time spells. Spatial spells were incredibly difficult to master, but time spells were a hundred times even more difficult. Time spells involved complicated calculations of causality, logic arrays and time ripples, which were enough to cause Link's brain to overheat.
Despite noticing the tired look on Link's face, Celine did not tell him to get some rest. Instead, she steered the conversation towards another topic that required less brainwork. "How's the Naga?'
"The Naga?" Link smiled. "Progress is going smoothly. Vance and the others have found a reliable way to put her under our control. The only problem we've encountered was her Spear of Victory, which was built to automatically defend its mistress. But the weapon's power is limited. I estimate that it would use up all its power in a week."
"That sounds great. But I just had a dream that was related to the Naga. Do you want to hear it?"
"Tell me."
Celine placed the time magic book on the bedside table. She then sat up and leaned against Link's shoulder, before saying, "The dream was a blur, and it was mired in metaphors and symbolism, but it was also strange and frightening."
Link never dared to take Celine's dreams lightly. He listened attentively.
Celine closed her eyes as if trying to recall the dream she had. A moment later, she said in a low voice, "In the dream, I saw my father. Ever since I had my Demon Power suppressed within me, this was the first time I had seen him in one of my dreams. In it, I saw a figure heading towards Ferde from the ocean. The figure was strange. There was blood gleaming off of it. From afar, it looked like a High Elf. But up close, it looked like a girl with a pair of goat horns on her head. The girl's face was indistinct. As she reached Ferde's port, I think she saw me. I then heard her saying something to me. It was clear and distinct, like it was real. She said, 'Big sister, Father misses you.' When she was done, she suddenly transformed into a man shrouded in shadows. Even though I couldn't see his face clearly, I knew deep down that it was Nozama. He spread out his wings and grabbed me with a huge claw..."
Celine's dream sounded outlandish, as if it was simply the stuff of her overworked imagination. But what she had described was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"Nozama, a High Elf, the glint of blood, you being called sister, this is just a bit too eerie to be a simple dream. Why don't we pay Elin a visit? She's not called Lady Fortuna for nothing. She specializes in dream interpretation, so she'll probably be able to tell us something we don't know about your dream."
At the mention of Celine's younger sister, Link immediately thought of Saroviny. But she was supposed to still be in the Aragu realm.
Saroviny had probably spent a few hundred years in Aragu by now. Could it be that she had attained enough power to break free from the realm? Or could it be that Nozama had found her there and proposed an alliance with her?
All these scenarios in his head made Link a bit jumpy.
"Alright, I'll go with you. But it's already getting late. Get some sleep, try not to worry too much about it." Celine tugged against Link's arm, trying to get him to lie down.
Link allowed himself to be pulled down by her. He lay back on the bed, relaxed himself and before long, fell into a deep sleep.
The night passed by without a word from either one of them.
The next day, Link went to check up on Katyusha's condition. Making sure that everything was progressing smoothly, he brought Celine along with him to the Yabba people's Blue Stone Isle.
The island was originally an uninhabited island, but after a year of development by the Yabba people, the island was beginning to look more like a city.
When Link saw the island in the distance, he began to slow down and lower his altitude. He then used Void Walk to complete the rest of the journey and finally came to rest on an airship platform by the docks.
When the airship supervisor saw Link landing on the platform, he immediately went out to greet him. A small airship was prepared for him immediately after Link told the supervisor where they were going.
Link and Celine got on the airship. The vessel took off and flew low in the sky. Five minutes later, they reached an elevated region on the cliffs near the sea, where a small Mage Tower stood. This was where Elin resided—the Tower of Fate.
Link and Celine walked towards the tower. Before they could even knock on the door, it opened. A 12-year-old Yabba girl stood at the threshold. She looked at Link with a pair of emerald green eyes and said with a high-pitched voice, "My lord, the prophet has said that she's prepared afternoon tea for the two of you on the balcony. She's been expecting you."
Link and Celine looked at each other before entering the Mage Tower. The tiny Yabba girl led the way, skipping and hopping all the way to a great hall on the third floor. Outside the hall was a balcony. Elin was standing beside a round table outside, smiling at them.
When Link and Celine stepped out onto the balcony, Elin said to them, "Welcome, my lord and lady."
Though both of them still had no plans for marriage, everyone knew what sort of relationship they were in. Link intended to officially marry Celine once they had defeated the Army of Destruction. Everyone knew about this as well. As such, Link and Celine were both fine with Elin calling Celine "lady."
All three were seated around the table, and before Link even had the chance to speak, Elin said with a smile, "Not a word. First, let's draw two cards out, shall we?"
Elin then took out a deck of tarot cards and lay them out across the table.
"My clairvoyant ability is now one with this deck of cards. My lord, just like before, think of the question that you want answered, and the deck will give you its answer."
Link nodded and focused on the dream that Celine had described to him the other night. He then drew out two cards.
Seeing that there was no one else on the balcony other than the three of them, Link flipped them open.
What they saw shocked the three of them.
There was nothing but a grey blur on the two cards that Link had drawn out, absolutely nothing for Elin to make a prediction with. Upon a closer look, they noticed that there was, in fact, an image on each of the two cards. There was an indescribable power obscuring the images, making it impossible to decipher their meanings.
Sensing the strange power around the two cards, Link jolted up and recalled something he had read in the time magic book: a Time Veil!
A Time Veil was what would happen when a future chain of events sent out time ripples so violent one's premonitions would be severely distorted by them.
Link's face grew solemn as he saw the fogged-up cards. He sensed that the imminent danger they were about to face this time was unlike any other they had faced in the past.
"What happened?" asked Celine.
Link looked at Elin as well, expecting an answer from her.
Elin was shocked as well. She took the cards and gently felt the patterns on the backs of both cards. She had familiarized herself with every card in the deck. By feeling for the patterns' subtle differences, she was able to tell the cards apart.
A strange look came over her face when she felt the backs of the two cards. Her mind suddenly went blank as she tried to figure out what the images on the two cards were.
Finally, she gave up. She then said, "Forgive me, my lord, but it seems to me that whatever you want a prediction is completely beyond my clairvoyant powers. I think you should tell me everything yourself."


Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

It's a strange room. You can't see the edge . It's just that the ceiling made of some unknown material on the top of the head is emitting a white light. There's a rhythmic "tick, tick" sound in the air. Just like some kind of machine is running, boring and monotonous cycle,  slight but exists~~
Time Passes, or there is no concept of time in this room at all. In Zhou Hao's vision, which is suffering from the empty white and the "tick" sound all over the time, there is finally a face, a face that doesn't know how to describe. The whole face's outline is like its own lighting, which makes people feel confused and can only vaguely see the light ,A pair of indifferent eyes behind mang look at him as if they are looking at a cargo, without any emotion~~
"hu~~"
Zhou Hao sat up from his bed sweating, not because he was afraid of the scene in the dream. In fact, since he was ten years old, he often had the same dream. From the beginning,He was very scared,but a few years later , he was able to deal with the dream in a very prosaic way,and then as soon as he entered the dream, he knew that he was dreaming, and even constantly explored in the dream. He wanted to know what kind of place it was, Why has he had such a dream for so many years? Although he spent more and more time in the dream, it's a pity that so many efforts could not make him even move one finger. Every time, he was passively watched by the mysterious man, like a mouse~~
He also tried to find out the answers in real life. "Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams","
Interpretation of dreams"....such as this,he read it many times.But it doesn't work,they can't explain the dream at all~~
However, it's not totally useless to have this dream. Since the beginning of this dream, his spirit is getting better and better. His daily sleep time is getting shorter and shorter. Now he only sleeps three or four hours a day, but the whole person is still full of energy. Therefore, as a programmer, he can stand out from so many "code farmers" by his ability to sleep less and work all over the night~~
But this time it's different,Zhou Hao can't wait to turn on the computer and record it in a document titled "dream". Because this dream has made progress for the first time. At the end of the dream, he clearly saw what the mysterious man handed him somthing~~
While recording these, Zhou Hao kept thinking:
"Who is this mysterious man? Why give me something?"
"But I don't know what he gave me,Do I have to keep haveing this dream, and then I can finally know What happened to me?"
Thinking of this, he began to regret it .He hoped he didn't wake up,Maybe if he keep dreaming, he will know the answer for so many years!
But  it's too late to regret. He's sober now. He turns on the light, sits in front of the desk, opens the dream interpretation forum, and sends the follow-up dream content. But now it's more than three o'clock in the morning. It's the time when people are most sleepy. No one is brushing the post. After waiting for a long time, no one can reply. He can only turn off the forum and stare at the computer Ecstasy~~
At this time, he suddenly found a few lines of small black characters in the lower right corner of the field of vision:
Congratulations on being selected as God bug programmer, you No is 111. Please complete the following tasks within the specified time.
Task location: Huilong town;
Background: he should have disappeared in the world, but still walked in the dark, his existence is unreasonable;
Task content: find this shouldn't exist thing, and make it return to normal!
Task time: ten days;
If the task fails or fails to complete within the time limit, you shall be responsible for the consequences!!
At the bottom of this words,There's a ten day countdown that's slowly decreasing~~
Zhou Hao is a little confused: this is the mysterious man gave to me?
He has also read this kind of novel. The protagonist gets rewards by fighting monsters and upgrading all the way with a powerful system. Although it doesn't say what rewards he will get after completing the task, it's not a long time. It's worth to try.
But who is the "God" being? It can't be the omnipotent "Lord God" in the novel? If so, that's will be lucky,He fantasized about marrying a beautiful girl and become CEO,a happy life is coming~~
But this word"111",What does it mean?Does this lonely number indicate that there are 110 programmers in the world who are chosen by God like him?
"The procedure of making this" God "must be very huge, so there are so many programmers to solve BUG~~," Zhou Hao told himself.
Since he decided to finish the task, he immediately put himself into the preparatory work. As an excellent programmer, it's a common thing to go on a business trip, and often stay for several months. This ten day workload can only be regarded as a very small thing, but no matter how small it is, he will treat it seriously and make complete preparations.
Huilong Town, located in the west of Hanjiang plain, is not large in area and small in population. It is a typical plain farmhouse town. The pictures found on the Internet also show a large area of farmland and dilapidated small buildings,  It's unlike there an Internet company in this place!
But it's also possible that "God" put his system in this sparsely populated place~~
"It's strange that I dont's know who I should contact in the town. Do I have to go door-to-door to inquiry?" Zhou Hao looked over the task information line by line and confirmed that it was only these cold words, and there was nothing else.
He has a headache. These words are not clear. He has no idea how to start~~
"Shouldn't exist and walk in the dark? Is it poisoning?"
"No, in general, this large companies will not be connected to the Internet. Even if the employees are poisoned due to improper use, they will not invite outsiders to kill the virus, because in this way, they will put the company's secrets in the eyes of outsiders..."
"And it's only ten days. It's not enough!"
Fortunately, Zhou Hao was "dismissed" at the beginning of this year.
 What is "dismissed"?
 Nothing to do all day.  only pay the basic minimum wage every month. also make some disgusting systems. For example, you have to find a work summary that requires me to write no less than 500 words every day. Who can stand it?
So he quit his job and didn't get angry with the boss!
At present, he is light and free from the process of asking for leave. At dawn, he can start directly with his luggage on his back, which is much more efficient.
It seems that ten days is not short, but he don't konw what the bug is? Save a little time, just a little....
But when he finally put the computer in his schoolbag, he looked at the power cord in his hand, and he suddenly thought: I don't know what system this "God" uses, and I don't know whether this data cord can be plugged in or not.

When you wake up and find yourself been chosen by God，What do you do？
Who's kidding me？
Or.....This is the cruel reality？

The Cupbearer and the Baker
1Some time later, the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt offended their master, the king of Egypt. 2 Pharaoh was angry with his two officials, the chief cupbearer and the chief baker, 3 and put them in custody in the house of the captain of the guard, in the same prison where Joseph was confined. 4 The captain of the guard assigned them to Joseph, and he attended them.

After they had been in custody for some time, 5 each of the two men—the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt, who were being held in prison—had a dream the same night, and each dream had a meaning of its own.

6 When Joseph came to them the next morning, he saw that they were dejected. 7 So he asked Pharaoh's officials who were in custody with him in his master's house, "Why do you look so sad today?"

8 "We both had dreams," they answered, "but there is no one to interpret them."

Then Joseph said to them, "Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams."

9 So the chief cupbearer told Joseph his dream. He said to him, "In my dream I saw a vine in front of me, 10 and on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, it blossomed, and its clusters ripened into grapes. 11 Pharaoh's cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into Pharaoh's cup and put the cup in his hand."

12 "This is what it means," Joseph said to him. "The three branches are three days. 13 Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position, and you will put Pharaoh's cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer. 14 But when all goes well with you, remember me and show me kindness; mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison. 15 I was forcibly carried off from the land of the Hebrews, and even here I have done nothing to deserve being put in a dungeon."

16 When the chief baker saw that Joseph had given a favorable interpretation, he said to Joseph, "I too had a dream: On my head were three baskets of bread.[a] 17 In the top basket were all kinds of baked goods for Pharaoh, but the birds were eating them out of the basket on my head."

18 "This is what it means," Joseph said. "The three baskets are three days. 19 Within three days Pharaoh will lift off your head and impale your body on a pole. And the birds will eat away your flesh."

20 Now the third day was Pharaoh's birthday, and he gave a feast for all his officials. He lifted up the heads of the chief cupbearer and the chief baker in the presence of his officials: 21 He restored the chief cupbearer to his position, so that he once again put the cup into Pharaoh's hand— 22 but he impaled the chief baker, just as Joseph had said to them in his interpretation.

23 The chief cupbearer, however, did not remember Joseph; he forgot him.

this is a bible that I literally posted on web novel. think of it as a free bible that can be downloaded and read offline that is also AD free and doesn't ask for your email so that it can send spam email about the app and whatnot. I do not own the bible at all so it is not a book written by me. those into Christianity and that stuff about god. then, please send some votes for me and check out my other novels as well. leave a comment and a review. also after searching, I realized that im the first person to do something like this on webnovel, lmao.

Actualised Dream World.
As the foundation of an Illusionary Divine Stage dream master, Fang Yuan's dream world was very small. It was no taller than 2.6 metres and its circumference was no longer than 3.2m.
"The cultivation of the Illusionary Divine Stage is the cultivation of the actualised dream world. One day, this will become a true world!"
In the centre of the heavens and earth, Fang Yuan's true consciousness appeared, one hand pointed at the sky and the other hand pressing against the earth.
"Crash!"
Dream elemental force surged forth and flushed the borders of the actualised dream world.
With every wave, the chaos of the outside world was washed away. The actualised dream world started expanding at a slow rate.
"The journey of a dream master in the Illusionary Divine Stage is a long and arduous one. Who knows how much effort is needed to reach the Prominent Divine Stage!"
Fang Yuan sighed.
Every day after he completed his work, he would go out and arrive at an open field.
"Dream soldier master, in the beginning, his primary focus is to actualize soldiers and uses martial arts as a supplement. In the end, he will walk the path of training his soldiers to have a better understanding of the world… Truth be told, it is to start with laws regarding weapons and the likes before moving on to grasping the laws of the world! Any pathway of a dream master will ultimately reach to the same end-goal!"
"My Master's secret teachings, known as the 8 Gates Sword Array incorporate the essences of arrays and martial arts. Its prowess is unparalleled. It uses the 8 trigrams as its foundation, and is able to transform and adapt to suit the situation!"
Fang Yuan have read through Master Heartless's inheritance many times. At this time, verses of chants flashed across the bottom of his heart, and he understood all the verses completely.
He sat cross-legged and his spiritual will penetrated the emptiness. He started to gather his previously-expended dream elemental force.
When his essence, energy and magic had recovered to their peak levels, Fang Yuan stood up, and suddenly shouted, "8 Gates Sword Array, rise!"
"Whoosh!"
Sword radiance flashed!
All kinds of blue, red and golden coloured swords converged, with multiple colours flashing. The sharpness of the blades was threatening. Suddenly, the swords fell to the ground and in the centre of the actualised dream world, 8 hazy sword shadows appeared.
Once the array appeared, the whole atmosphere within the space changed. It was as if sharp wills started to gather.
"Only the path is set at the start. Not a single divine soldier gather… this is merely beginning!"
Fang Yuan looked at the flickering sword shadows and shook his head, "At the peak of my master's cultivation, he completed the 8 Gates Sword Array. At my current level, it is very difficult to actualize 1 divine soldier. The good thing about this array is that it does not require the 8 divine soldiers to converge. The array can be used even if it was just 1, 2 or 3 divine soldiers[1]!"
He turned his gaze towards the South with a solemn expression.
Over there, under a red cloud, a scarlet sword essence appeared to be holding up the heavens like a giant pillar. Within it, the sword's shadow was hazy.
"The true South gifts flames! This is for the fire-type sword! The easiest to gather amongst the 8 Gates Sword Array! It is the best place for me to start!"
Fang Yuan consumed Flame Jade Rice daily and as such, his fire-type energy was the most abundant. Naturally, it would aid him in his cultivation of the fire sword.
"South-leaving Fire, listen to my command, fire-type sword, gather!"
A beam of light shot from his eyes and onto the red sword pillar.
"Crash!"
Dream elemental force as vast as the sea surged forth and entered the fire-type pillar. The fire-type sword momentarily appeared as it started to actualize.
The sword was around 1 metre long and the blade was scarlet in colour with simple and mysterious markings engraved upon it. The hilt of the sword was in the shape of a fiery dragon. The whole sword appeared to be a raging flame and yet, there was a hint of green will.
The sword shadow, which was originally an illusion started to become real.
"10%?"
After a long time, with his dream elemental force depleted, Fang Yuan looked at the shadow and was pleased.
It was no easy feat to actualize a magical soldier.
What he had done so far was to create a form. He still had to slowly train.
Afterall, even if he had gathered the 8 spiritual swords and complete the array. It was a huge task to separate the array from the actualised dream world and actualise it in the real world.
The path to reach the Prominent Divine Stage was indeed long and difficult!
Every actualised sword and the dream soldier master's cultivation would bring about enormous changes. When the 8 swords are gathered, it would be enough to shock the heavens and earth, make demons and deities afraid. The array would clear the path before him.
"This 8 Gates Sword Array is split into levels according to the number of magical soldiers actualised. The most basic is the 1 sword, followed by 2 swords, when at last the 8 swords form the array, it can affect the heavens and earth, one step at a time, clearing the way forward!"
Fang Yuan stroked his chin, "It feels like this is similar to the spiritual meridians of the Grandmasters!"
For a Grandmaster in the Meridian Opening Realm, the spiritual meridians were gathered and split into different levels. In each level, the battle prowess of the Grandmaster was different.
"I hear that after a spiritual knight reaches the Elemental Opening Realm, the next step in his cultivation would be to link his spiritual points!"
"Other dream master pathways are roughly similar and can be split into 8 or 9 realms…"
After remembering the recently-purchased information, Fang Yuan no longer had any confusion regarding the cultivation in the Elemental Opening Realm.
For an ordinary cultivator, the main focus of cultivation was to attain the elemental force!
It was only after breaking through the Elemental Gathering Realm could a cultivator be considered extraordinary and considered to be on a path of cultivation.
This step was known as cultivation to become a Grandmaster, spiritual knight or dream master.
The second step was to reach the opening of spiritual meridians of the Grandmasters and elemental opening points for the spiritual knights. The dream masters were different depending on the pathways taken but they all had around 9 gates to be broken through.
"The third step, which is also the last step, is to return to their roots and seek the real meaning and source of the elemental force. In the pathway of martial arts, it would be to complete the opening of the spiritual meridians and the formation of the Divine Body. The last step is not known for the spiritual knights and as for the dream master, it would be to reach the Prominent Divine Stage!
There are vast differences in power between the levels in the 9 gates of elemental opening. Furthermore, becoming a dream master is much more advantageous compared to the other 2 pathways…"
Fang Yuan looked at his stat board and realized that there were changes to it after he made the realization:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Essence: 36
Spirit: 30
Magic: 21
Profession: Dream Soldier Master
Cultivation: Illusionary Divine Stage, Grandmaster (3 Meridians)
Technique: Giant Eagle Metal Body Technique [Grade 4(1%)], Hundred Poison Golden Body [1st Refining Stage], 8 Gates Sword Array [1 sword (10%)]
Skill: [Medicine (Level 3)], [Botany (Level 5)]"
"If I calculated correctly, I am currently at the power level of a Grandmaster in the 4th level and a dream master in the first level of the Illusionary Divine Stage?
Fang Yuan was stumped, "It is just that this is not reflected in my actual battle power…"
At least, with his current cultivation at the Illusionary Divine Stage, he would be able to overpower Grandmasters who opened 3 or 4 spiritual meridians. The Grandmaster would not even be able to escape.
"The main focus of my cultivation now is to firstly, perfect my Giant Eagle Metal Body Technique and secondly, gather the fire sword…"
Truth be told, this Leaving Fire Sword was the interpretation of the fire-type pathways in the world. In other words, this was the gathering of the laws of fire in Fang Yuan's actualised dream world.
"Other than slowly grinding using the dream elemental force, it is only in the dream world can one find a treasure which aid in his cultivation…"
Fang Yuan nodded before shaking his head.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the 8 Gates Sword Array shook and the scarlet sword essence exploded, causing Fang Yuan to be surprised.
He looked up and saw that the Leaving Fire Sword pillar, which had started to actualise a few percentage point, supporting the heavens and earth had raised the dream world by another 20 centimeters.
That was not all. Countless of Leaving Fire Sword essence appeared and eliminated the chaos surrounding the dream world, causing his actualised to expand at a rate multiple times faster than when he used his dream elemental force to grind his dream world.
"This is the true way to cultivate the dream world!"
Fang Yuan sighed as he made that realization.
At that moment, he was considered to have just started his cultivation in the Illusionary Divine Stage.
"With the 8 Gates Sword Array in place, my dream world would continue to expand and actualise even without my management!"
Fang Yuan nodded in gratification as he deeply felt the formidability of being a dream soldier master.
In the real world.
In a secluded valley where the vegetation was lush and the area deserted.
Within a cave, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged as he absorbed the surrounding essence to his limit. He suddenly opened both his eyes.
"Fire Sword!"
With a wave of his hand, a scarlet sword essence measuring a few centimetres appeared and fell down swiftly!
"Chi"
On the ground, a scorched mark which extended in a straight line for a few metres could be seen.
"Although the Fire Sword has not been completely formed, its sword essence can be adjusted and its power is no less than an ordinary divine soldier. The most crucial point is that it can be perfectly commanded like how an arm is able moves the finger[2] … in the future, I will be able to use the sword essence to fend off an enemy or maybe complement it with my martial arts. How does '8 Meridians Divine Sword' sounds?"
Fang Yuan stoked his chin and drew out a thread of his dream elemental force.
After several bouts of changes, Fang Yuan started to worry as he saw the thread of dark red amidst the chaos.
"It would be better to get rid of the hidden dangers left behind in the Three World Mountain.
His spiritual will shifted and in an instant, he entered a dream and arrived at the dream world.
"Gather information â Three World Mountain, dream master!"
Before the 4 rock tablets, Fang Yuan retrieved his emerald order plate and started searching.
Due to the fact that what he needed was scattered information, the information was not too expensive but his inheritance was completely cleared.
"Three World Mountain divides 3 worlds and hence, its name. 900 years ago, Tian Xiezi, a dream master from the Evil Divine Sect fell here, causing the dream world to transform into an illusionary world, in between reality and illusion. It is a natural stronghold, and all travelers, regardless of whether they go with the flow or against the flow, met their downfall. Dream masters dare not approach for fear of meeting misfortune…"
Fang Yuan's expression changed after reading the contents of the report.
"Nothing… there is no information regarding this type of dark force. It seems that the only lead is Tian Xiezi of the Evil Divine Sect?"
Fang Yuan had heard of, and was very familiar with, the name.
However, it was not from his, but Fang Yan's dream world!
"After becoming the Eagle Lieutenant, I have investigated and finally realized that Qing Gui was a dream master of the Evil Divine Sect!"
Fang Yuan's eyes looked serene: "Looks like… my affinity with him is not so easily broken."
With this type of force mixed into his dream elemental force, Fang Yuan might suffer in the future even if the consequences were not obvious yet!
Given Fang Yuan's character, he would definitely not allow this ticking time-bomb to remain on his body.
As such, it was imperative that he made a trip to Evil Divine Sect and seek out the source of the dark force!
"This trip is still too difficult given my current standard…"
Fang Yuan shook his head, "Perhaps… I can try asking for assistance to search for a method to get rid of foreign force within my dream elemental force… contribution points, the most important is still the contribution points!"
After multiple searches, he had used up all his contribution points.
"I need to quickly raise a huge sum of contribution points!"
He looked towards the stone tablets, his gaze solemn.
[1] The technique handed down by Master Wenxin is unique, as such, the soldiers are swords.
[2] A Chinese idiom which means that the sword is able to be perfectly commanded like an extension of one's own body.


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?

After that, I do not recall very much.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that I might have gone mad. Then again, I would still have to feel emotion in order to find insanity, would I not? Do you not just love contradictions? I know that I am a master of them.

I destroyed, I killed, I manipulated, I betrayed, I tortured, and I laughed at it all. I suppose that I did it all for art. Art, you ask? How can I justify my atrocities as art? It is very simple. You see, I realized something about my people—both Scrybes and non-wryters alike. All people, despite their intentions or appearances, are motivated by darkness. When I say darkness, I mean the baser aspects of human condition—lust, violence, greed, hatred ... the list goes on.

The Light that I had been brought up to worship had been an illusion—an illusion fed by false promises and centuries of lies to be large and bloated so that no one would see the truth behind it. But I saw past the immanent bulk that clogged the metaphysical arteries of men. For, behind the Light was an even larger darkness, and in it I saw the truth that I somehow knew all along. Where there is light, there is always shadow. From seeing the Light's secret cloak, I learned the true intentions and ends of humanity. 

Don't you understand? Religion is metaphor, and metaphor is expression, and expression is art, and art can be an interpretation of truth—a representation of a fundamental concept in the mortal plane. The reason that my art was unique was that, after a while, it had no need to hide behind masks of sick pretentiousness of 'righteousness' and 'holiness'. I nurtured a place where one no longer had to play-act the noble or holy man. After all, how can one do such things when one is dead? Everyone is equal in ashes. At least I admit that I am a monster ... and I used to wallow in the fact―before it ceased to mean anything to me. I no longer laugh anymore.

And it burns. The Rune that had protected me from myself for thousands of years is now waning, and it burns. All of it, all of what I feel burns in the dark ... the dark that has blinded me from long term exposure. The dark blinded me.

The purpose behind this story was as twofold as the clichéd fork in the road that all people must eventually make choices upon. However, my path—the path of power—was fourfold. As far as I could see, I had many choices in my life. Do not misunderstand; I do not blame what I have done on anyone or anything other than myself. 

My testament is my life's story ... and my waning is the Last Page. I worked to make the Last Page, only to fail to do the most important thing. When making an end to a story, one must end it. Last Page of my life-tome, the waning years of my existence, never end. It continues on, poisoning the enthusiasm of the reader, and wryter, until both are hollow inside from disinterest and waste of time. If the ancient Guardians had not been killed as retaliation against the Guild for trying to invade my Great Realm, they would have taken my work and displayed it all for its complexity and creativity―and ultimately show how hollow and empty it really is. 

If you are reading this, my successor, then you have destroyed me and taken the power that was mine. Perhaps you too will build a tower that will pierce the very celestial heavens, or create an empire, or a following that will devour whole worlds ... and minds. Maybe you will discover new knowledge and enrich your mind with powers in ways I cannot even imagine. Or perhaps you will create something long lasting in value like creating your own race to play god over—a legacy of denizens who will suffer for their origins in your sins that will continue long after your successor comes and ends your burdens. 

Rejoice, my destroyer. You have the lore that you have been looking for, and now you can begin to implement your dream of how the world, how the Story, should be. Enjoy the process of building your New Realm, of destroying your foes, and celebrating your achievements. And once again; rejoice. Rejoice for the end that is your right. Pray for the end to come to your Story so that it too can be added to the shelves of volumes behind this throne of those who came before you. Or build another shelf for all I care. It matters not to me now.

But if your end does not come, or if you destroy it ... then cry, my friend. Cry for the sacrifices you made, the friends you lost, the family you abandoned, the lovers you betrayed ... all in vain, my friend—all in vain. Have you ever written yourself into a corner? Let me explain what it is like. It is a personal, perpetual, dark hell of your own making—the wasteful redundancy that you will find both yourself and your creations wallowing in if you do not end the latter before your inspiration burns itself out. Cry if you destroy the one who will be your undoing before he or she is done. That was why the one before me let me live—to serve as the instrument of her demise. And that was why I, too, had the foresight of mind to let you live. Cry, if your Story becomes trite and numbing to reader and wryter like fast acting poison. 

Cry, when you feel the waste of all that potential you once had. Cry when you no longer love the things you make. Cry when you become the living waste that you have begun to embody.

And so I leave you now. Another Grandmaster of the Dark-wryter sect passes, my Story ended―and your hell only begun.

May your Last Page end well.

If you are reading this, my successor, then you have destroyed me and taken the power that was mine.

Rejoice, my destroyer. You have the lore that you have been looking for, and now you can begin to implement your dream of how the world, how the Story, should be.

I recalled that time when I visited the 1863rd turn.
When I first saw the 1863rd turn Yu Jung-Hyeok, I thought that he was the 'Yu Jung-Hyeok from the original'. The main character that I spent my childhood years with, the very one that propped up my life.
But then, he was not him.
The 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' who helped me endure, had finished his tale a long time ago. He had reached the conclusion of the 1863rd turn and witnessed the end of the world, and then, roamed the horrifying abyss of the world-lines. For thousands of years, maybe even for tens of thousands.
I didn't know just how long he lived on like that. But, what I knew for sure was that one, he had survived until now, two, he remembered all of those times, and...
….And, he was being hostile towards me.
[[You all do not possess the right to witness the ■■.]]
He was right.
The only reason why I managed to wade past the scenarios was due to the Plotter's life preceding mine.
His Status was growing even stronger. The 'Outer Gods' observing the situation in the vicinity all knelt down simultaneously.
[OhOhOhOhOh....]
His aura mushrooming up like clouds wrapped around the [Heaven Shaking Sword]. That was the power he gained after living through 1863 lives, and also, while roaming the world-lines afterwards.

[Great Fable, 'Pilgrim of the Lonely Apocalypse', has begun its storytelling.]

Countless 'Yu Jung-Hyeoks' were looking straight at me from inside him.

['Yu Jung-Hyeok' from 41st turn is looking at you.]

['Yu Jung-Hyeok' from 362nd turn is looking at you.]

['Yu Jung-Hyeok' from 666th turn is looking at you.]

['Yu Jung-Hyeok' from 999th turn is looking at you.]

The histories they had compiled together – all their sins, they were right there. Sins so numerous that not even Jopiel's [Eye of Sin] could see the end of.
He was an existence deemed to be 'Terror' by this <Star Stream>. A being that went beyond the boundaries of 'evil' and had been declared as 'incomprehensible' by the world. He was the king of the Outer Gods.
However, his true nature was neither evil nor was it terror.
No, the reason why he had to be ostracised by the <Star Stream> was because his character proved to be simply too uncompromising.

⸢"I shall destroy the <Star Stream>."⸥

And the thing was, the <Star Stream> didn't like such characters that lacked any flexibility whatsoever.
One's character had to bend sometimes, had to know when to yield, and also, had to know when to crumble away. However, the 'Secretive Plotter' wasn't a character like that.
That's why he was able to get this far, and was able to become the 'Secretive Plotter'.

⸢"I shall definitely kill the one that started this story with these hands."⸥

That was the 'apocalypse' of this world, the one he wished for. And also, the 'end of regression' that all Yu Jung-Hyeoks wished for, as well.

[Constellation, 'Secretive Plotter', is looking at you.]

He was definitely in the right.
He definitely.... was far more qualified than anyone to witness the conclusion of all the stories. Especially so, when compared to someone like me, whose only achievement was reading the 'Ways of Survival'...
'Stop with your unnecessary thoughts. And don't stupidly sympathise with him, either,' said Yu Jung-Hyeok. 'Are you planning to yield to some random bastard after you came this far? Was the Fable you managed to compile so far created solely by copying that bastard's life?'
I couldn't reply.
'If you sympathise with what he says, then it's the same thing as denying the lives of your comrades who fought alongside you.'
For sure, I did rely on the 'Ways of Survival' in the beginning to skirt past the dangers, but things were different after that. Events that didn't happen during the original novel occurred, and dangers not found within it also came to visit us. And I managed to overcome those dangers with my comrades.
As our Fable continued to grow, so did my distance from the 'Ways of Survival', and from a certain moment on, I stopped consulting the original. That was also the reason why I hadn't read the final revised version yet.
This world was not the same one from the 'Ways of Survival' that the Secretive Plotter lived through.
Yu Jung-Hyeok continued to speak. 'He could be right. His decisions might have been right, too. However, it's still not a good enough reason for you to yield to him.'

[Fable, 'Comrade of Life and Death', has begun its storytelling.]

'Because, we are also right,' said Yu Jung-Hyeok, the one who also endured the tragedies of the 1863 regression turns. Without a doubt, he too was also 'Yu Jung-Hyeok'. 'It still doesn't really feel real to me, but if I have been truly experiencing the 1864th turn, then....'
Yu Jung-Hyeok, gripping the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword], shifted his gaze for a brief moment towards our companions on the Tongtian River.
Yi Ji-Hye's fleet was continuing their barrage, and Shin Yu-Seung's [Chimera Dragon] was spewing out its Breath attack. Yi Hyeon-Seong gripped tightly by Jeong Hui-Won was also fighting hard as well. Meanwhile, Jang Ha-Yeong was running hard with Yi Gil-Yeong on her back.
None had died, and they were trying their best. So that they could see the end of this stinking world.
'Most likely, I came here to witness this sight.'
The [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] and the [Heaven Shaking Sword] clashed once more. Two swords that didn't want to back down continued to roar on, their blades filled with the self-belief of their wielders.
The 'Secretive Plotter' shouted out. [[Do you still not understand? Even if you have regained your memories.....]]
"How persistent. Just what do you expect to hear from me, then?"
[[….What?]]
"Do you want us to admit our loss? If not, do you want us to understand your life?"
[[Understand? You can keep your.....!]]
"Indeed, you probably don't need it." Yu Jung-Hyeok replied disinterestedly. And because he was also Yu Jung-Hyeok, he could say these following words. "I too don't need you to understand me."
He said that, because they understood each other already.
Loud metallic clangs resounded out every time two swords collided. One Status violently clashed against another Status.

[Fable, 'Hellscape of Eternity', is roaring out!]

Two hellish landscape intertwined to create this battlefield.
Frustratingly, all I could do was to watch these two Yu Jung-Hyeoks. And do whatever it took to flip these damn pages.

[Great Fable, 'Season of Light and Darkness', is thrashing violently.]

The winner couldn't easily be decided. Even then, the 'Secretive Plotter' remained utterly relaxed.
Perhaps that was obvious; our side only just got to use the power of the '1863rd' turn, after all. In terms of proficiency and familiarity, we were in an overwhelmingly disadvantageous position.
Maybe thinking that victory was in the bag now, the 'Secretive Plotter' leisurely asked a question. [[I'm curious. The puppet of the 'Most Ancient Dream', what is the conclusion you wish to see?]]
"And why should I answer you?"
[[Could it be that it's the same thing as that 'Demon King of Salvation'? Do you honestly believe that man?]]
Two blades clashed in mid-air and huge shockwaves spread out.
Yu Jung-Hyeok took a step back while wiping the blood off his lips.
[[You have no idea. No idea how pathetic that 'comrade' you trust so much actually is. You don't know what the 'conclusion' of the world he wishes for is.]]
The 'Secretive Plotter' faintly grinned as he rained down his [Breaking the Sky Swordsmanship].
[[When this world-line opened for the first time, Kim Dok-Ja's goal was to merely 'survive'.]]

⸢I dazedly raised my head and looked at Yu Sang-Ah. Quite likely, this woman will die. And so will I.⸥

In the gap between the two blades, the Fables I lived through were breathing with life.
[[His next goal was to.... To become stronger by using you.]]

⸢"Make me your comrade. I can fill in the part you lack."⸥

⸢Yu Jung-Hyeok is definitely necessary in order to clear the numerous scenarios still remaining in the future.⸥

As if pages were flipping over, Fables I lived through were being projected right before our eyes. As if to stop that story, Yu Jung-Hyeok viciously swung his sword, but all of his attempts were denied by the Plotter's [Heaven Shaking Sword].
Meanwhile, the Plotter continued on. [[After that, well. After he found himself with a little bit of leeway, he even dared to dream of this 'world's conclusion'.]]

⸢"Hyung, aren't you going to make a wish for something?"

⸱⸱ I quietly stared at Yi Gil-Yeong for a little while before making my reply.

⸱⸱ "I made a wish to see the epilogue of a certain novel."⸥

The Great Sage Heaven's Equal said this before, that it wasn't only me who read other people. Just as I've read them, they were also reading me at the same time, he said.
He was right.
While I was busy reading the 'Ways of Survival', the 'Secretive Plotter' was also reading my story. He had been observing the entirety of the life I experienced.
[[Kim Dok-Ja began dreaming the same thing that I used to dream about once upon a time. He wanted to destroy the heaven's <Star Stream>, and destroy the world beyond the 'Wall' that I couldn't overcome. He wanted to save every one of his comrades, and even....]]

⸢I saw the group of Nebulas floating in the middle of the darkened sky. <Vedas>, <Olympus>, <Papyrus>.... I shall never forget everything you have done.⸥

⸢"I will create a 'Fable' that hasn't existed before."⸥

Memories continued to stream by before our eyes. Some were as exactly as I remembered, while some were distorted or twisted around. Because it wasn't an intact 'Fable', that's why.
This was the Plotter's interpretation of 'Kim Dok-Ja's story'.
⸢This is what the 'Secretive Plotter' feels.⸥
He continued to speak. [[Kim Dok-Ja will not achieve that goal now. Specifically, he won't be able to.]]
I wanted to ask why he thought that.

['The 4th Wall' is faintly shaking.]

[[A Fable could be made up, but it'll never tell a lie.]]
The Plotter's left hand touched Yu Jung-Hyeok's hair. The [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] reflexively slapped that hand away, but by then it was too late.

[Fable, 'One Who is Loved by an Archangel', has begun its storytelling.]

As if they were newborn babies, the Fables I possessed began crying out one by one. Some of them were Fables I was familiar with. On the other hand....

[Fable, 'The Fifth Sun Wukong', has begun its storytelling.]

Some were Fables I had earned not too long ago. And....

[Fable, 'Rival Acknowledged by the Dragon', has begun its storytelling.]

[Fable, 'the Sea God's Comrade-in-Arms', has begun its storytelling.]

[Fable, 'Goryeo's Number Two Sword', has begun its storytelling.]

And, there were some Fables that I didn't even know I had them.
All of my Fables were speaking up at the same time.
[[Oh, 'Demon King of Salvation'. You can't destroy the <Star Stream>.]]
Stars in the sky were flickering brightly. They were the same stars that I used to hate.

[Constellation, 'God of Wine and Ecstasy', is watching you.]

[Constellation, 'Father of the Rich Night', is watching you.]

Those who had been watching me, allowing me to get this far.

[Constellation, 'Queen of the Darkest Spring', is watching you.]

….My supposedly oldest enemies.
[[….Because, you do not hate the Constellations.]]
Even as I listened to the 'Secretive Plotter', I couldn't say anything. I wanted to say that it wasn't true. I wanted to say that I hated Constellations. I wanted to say that bringing them down was still one of my goals.
However, I couldn't. Because, goddammit, I....

[Constellation, 'Maritime War God', is watching you.]

….I knew now that not every star in the sky emitted the same sort of light as the others.

[Constellation, 'Bald General of Justice', is watching you.]

[Constellation, 'Goryeo's First Sword', is watching you.]

From the 'Absolute Throne' scenario, to the 'Demon World'....
Without the Probability they had gathered for us, I'd not be able to get this far.

[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', is watching you.]

[Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', is watching you.]

[Constellation, 'Most Ancient Liberator', is watching you.]

I had no choice but to acknowledge it.
All of my Fables were created together with them.
[[You do not wish for any 'loss' to occur to this world-line. Because you grew to love this story. And that is why....]] As if he was putting a full-stop on the story, the 'Secretive Plotter' declared loudly. [[….You shall never witness this world's ■■.]]
Thunders roared in the heavens.
The battle between the Great Sage and <Emperor> was intensifying.

[Many audience members are watching your battlefield.]

Constellations were looking down at us from above.
Some pitied me, while some got angry in my stead. Countless indirect messages flooded in endlessly.
Yu Jung-Hyeok remained wordless. The raindrops falling on the Tongtian River substituted for any spoken words.
I wanted to say something, anything.
But before I could open my mouth, though, someone else stole the opportunity away.
"So? What is it that you're trying to say here?" It was Yu Jung-Hyeok. "Since Kim Dok-Ja doesn't have the qualification, you will see this world's ■■ in his stead, is that it?"
A faint crease formed on the forehead of the 'Secretive Plotter'. [[It seems that you can't think straight anymore. That man whom you thought of as your comrade is no different to the Constellations that you hate. That bastard is....]]
"....He's a pathetic fool, indeed." Yu Jung-Hyeok cut him off in the middle. "He was just some contracted worker for a no-name game developer, and his hobby was reading novels."
His shabby self-introduction-like words reverberated around the sky.
Those were the things I told Yu Jung-Hyeok some time ago.
"His specialty is to run his cocky mouth off, and he has this habit of throwing his life away so that we can overcome any and all impossible situations hindering us."
Yu Jung-Hyeok was talking about me that even I didn't know about.
"Someone like that managed to lead his companions this far."
The [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] shoved the [Heaven Shaking Sword] along with a loud "Creaaaak!!". For the first time ever since the battle commenced, Yu Jung-Hyeok was going on a concentrated offensive.
The Plotter's expression shook. Yu Jung-Hyeok's sword strikes were now digging into the Outer God's defences for the first time.
"Regardless of what the incoming conclusion is, this world wouldn't have come this far without him around."
[[You don't know anyt....!!]]
"It seems to me that you're the one who can't think straight here. Why are you interfering with this world-line, then?"
The wrathful [Breaking the Sky Swordsmanship] mowed the darkness down. The Plotter's figure wavered around greatly as he was pushed back.
Not missing that small opening, Yu Jung-Hyeok's sword rained down like a raging storm.
"What is your goal, anyway? If you found Kim Dok-Ja an eyesore, why didn't you kill him earlier? If you found him using your life to survive that disgusting, then...."
The [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] was now aiming at the neck of the 'Secretive Plotter'.

[Constellation, 'Secretive Plotter', is glaring at the Incarnation, 'Yu Jung-Hyeok'.]

The moment when the two gazes collided, Yu Jung-Hyeok asked again.
"Why are you still watching this story?"


<Episode 84. 1864 (3)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

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