The son of a renowned geneticists finds himself involved with something beyond his control.

Just as Jade's interest in the segment was waning, the host said something that renewed her attention. When Jade heard the female host mention that dreams about teeth were common, she suddenly shook as she remembered her dreams from the night before.
'That's weird. I just had a dream about that last night!' As she thought back on the dream, trying to remember the full series of events, the hosts continued their discussion.
On the TV, Desmond did not seem to believe Holly. "Teeth dreams are common? Personally, I don't remember my dreams, but teeth dreams seems a very niche category."
"No, you'd be surprised," Holly countered, "most people have had teeth dreams before. They're a part of the body that people are most self-conscious about. If you have an issue with skin, hair, or fat, it can repair itself naturally, but teeth are different; once you lose all your baby teeth, that's all you get."
"Hmm… I suppose so." Desmond seemed to have been slightly convinced by Holly. "My incredulity aside, what do teeth dreams mean?"
"Teeth dreams are one of the most direct ways for our subconscious to communicate with us. There aren't as many variations as with water or flying dreams, but I'll give you a few examples.
"If someone chips a tooth, they likely have repressed insecurities, or perhaps they feel stressed by something. Rotting teeth are similar to chipped teeth, but the emotions are much stronger, typically extreme anxiety or fear.
"A weird one that I'm fond of is someone pulling out your teeth. That's your subconscious trying to warn you that the person taking your tooth wants something precious to you…"
Jade thought back to the dream and remembered that Frank had yanked out her tooth. 'Ha! So, Frank wants something precious from me? I live in a rundown apartment building; the only thing of value I own, partly, is the cafe, and it's not like he can just walk away with that!'
Quickly dismissing the host's interpretation of her dream, Jade returned her attention to the TV, looking to see what other bizarre nonsense Holly would come out with.
On the breakfast show, Holly had finished talk about teeth dreams and was looking to Desmond. It seemed they had time for a little more, because Desmond said, "Holly, you mentioned flying dreams earlier. I'm sure I've probably dreamt about that before, so what are the meanings behind those?" 
"Well, Desmond, flying dreams are a lot of fun. For the most part, they mean good things: upcoming success, freedom, joy. However, they can also mean bad things. If you learn to fly in your dream, it means that you are ambitious. A successful takeoff means that your ambitions will come true, but if you struggle to take off, you will meet much adversity.
"Similarly, if you fly freely, it means that you will experience the freedom and joy that you've always desired. However, if an accident befalls you mid-flight, it means something will prevent that freedom or joy. You should be particularly cautious if it's a person who stops your flight…'
With a disinterested look on her face, Jade looked down at the crumbs on her plate and then back up at the TV. 'Mr Frisch is going to prevent my freedom and joy? Hehe… I'd like to see him try.'
With a sigh, Jade realized that she had been watching TV for almost twenty minutes. 'What a waste of time… There's no way I'd believe in a load of baloney like that.'

After struggling through her early years, lacking the support of her family and those she once called friends, Jade is finally back on her feet. Not just on her feet. She's a successful, young woman running her own business, a cute cafe just outside the central business district.
But despite handsome, successful businessmen running in and out of her store every day, she still hasn't found the right man.
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"Come with me. I'll buy you a house, and you'll never have to worry about money or work again."
"No, thank you, I enjoy my work."
"Come with me. I'll buy you an island. You'll have a Michelin star chef cook your every meal."
"No, thank you, my own cooking is sufficient."
"Humph! Seeing as you won't come with me, I'll just move in here."
"Eh? What?"
"I bought the land your cafe is built on. I think you'll find that you no longer have a say."
"…"
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After putting down the fountain pen in his hand, Klein removed the spirit pendulum from his left wrist, holding it in one hand and letting it hang down over the paper in close proximity.
"Edwina is in the story of this book," Klein closed his eyes and silently repeated the divination statement.
After he recited the statement, he opened his eyes and saw the topaz pendant spinning clockwise.
This meant that Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina was inside Groselle's Travels!
It really is a world inside a book… Furthermore, the situation inside is very special. Without new characters, the story isn't able to continue… Klein indiscernibly nodded. Wounding the silver chain and the topaz pendant around his wrist again, he picked up a dark red fountain pen and wrote a new divination statement: "The method to entering Groselle's Travels."
This time, he used dream divination. In the gray, hazy world, he saw indistinct figures.
The figures were of varying sizes, some huge, others slender. The thing all of them had in common was that they held a book with pages of yellowish-brown goatskin.
The following developments branched off into two scenarios. A number of them vanished silently with Groselle's Travels on them. The others would accidentally or deliberately drip their blood on the cover while carrying Groselle's Travels with them before suddenly vanishing!
The scene shattered and Klein opened his eyes to see the mottled table in front of him. He frowned as he made an interpretation.
To enter or activate Groselle's Travels, it either needs prolonged contact with it to a certain extent, or you would need to drip one's blood onto the cover?
Isn't that too simple? Perhaps… it's really that simple. In the story, the Loen soldier's first appearance was as an ordinary person who didn't know mysticism. With the help of his companions, he slowly became a Disciplinary Paladin… Therefore, the activation method isn't too complicated. An ordinary person is able to accomplish it.
A small number of researchers before this, including Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina, were Beyonders with sufficient amounts of mysticism knowledge. They knew not to rashly drip their blood; otherwise, death might occur without them even knowing it. This is akin to ordinary people using the correct form of magic mirror divination. It's very easy to provoke a powerful existence or secret existence. It's why no problems happened to them…
Furthermore, Edwina keeps Groselle's Travels in the collector's room most of the time and only interacts with it occasionally. As such, it was only when she recently had a new research concept that she had prolonged contact with it, completing the condition required to activate the book?
Yes, even Arrodes only knew that there's something strange with the book. Many of the past owners had vanished, and it's suspected to have something to do with the dragons and City of Miracles, Liveseyd. This means that Groselle's Travels will interfere with its surroundings when being activated; therefore, most of the collectors in the past do not know of its problem and had no thoughts of studying it.
The owners who disappeared likely aren't limited to the ones in the story. The others might've died for all kinds of reasons, failing to leave their names in the book.
Klein focused again and made another divination, hoping to obtain the method to leave Groselle's Travels.
This time, he saw a more tempestuous blizzard in the gray, hazy dreamscape. He saw a gigantic figure at the top of an ice peak. 
It was a translucent dragon who remained nearly five meters tall while standing on all fours. It resembled a lizard's cousin and had an ugly face with eerie blue eyes. It had a thick, powerful tail and a pair of gigantic wings covered in a skin membrane on its back. It seemed to blot out the sky simply by spreading its wings.
Its scales resembled ice crystals as they swirled with a crystalline glow. It was the most beautiful and dreamy part of its entire body.
Suddenly, the dragon which resembled an ice sculpture raised its neck and body, and it let out a terrifying roar that penetrated through the blizzard.
At that moment, it reached ten meters tall by standing up on its hind legs.
King of the North… That frost dragon… Klein left the dream and tapped the armrest of the high-back chair.
His interpretation of the divination revelation was that the key to leaving Groselle's Travels lay with the King of the North!
Klein's initial guess was that only by helping the main lead, Groselle, accomplish his goal—slaying the frost dragon—would the story come to a complete "end," opening a passageway to exit the book.
However, I can also attempt to see if I can forcibly break open the barrier between the world in the book and the real world… Klein relied on his rich experience to quickly come up with an attempt.
He first picked up the Black Emperor card which was facing down, and he infused it into his Spirit Body.
Suddenly, Klein's body was covered in black full-body armor. On his head was a heavy crown as his aura became majestic and dignified. It exuded an awe-inspiring vibe.
Following that, he stirred the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog to the limit, making them surge over like a tidal wave.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein didn't hesitate to summon the Sea God Scepter from the junk pile before he infused his spirituality within.
The blue gems on the end of the bone scepter lit up one after another, emitting a blinding luster.
Countless silver bolts of lightning surfaced as they zapped about the grand palace as though they were forming a sea of lightning.
Finally, Klein used the suppressive power and balance from the Black Emperor's loftiness to infuse the stirred powers into the Lightning Storm.
Rumble!
Thunder resonated above the gray fog and into the distance as thick bolts of lightning smote down, striking Groselle's Travels.
Blinding light enveloped the entire palace for a full twenty seconds.
After everything was over, Klein looked at the target again and discovered the mottled table was in shambles. As for the dark-brown leather book, it was completely unharmed. Only its ends curled up a little.
It's far more impressive than I imagined… That's right, how can an item which can create a whole new book world be simple… Heh, I wouldn't have made a loss buying it for 8,000 pounds back then. It can be used as a shield. It can definitely defend against attacks from Saints. The only problem is its tiny size. It won't be able to shield much… Klein's thoughts raced as the bronze table was quickly restored to normal.
Since there was no way to forcibly tear open the barrier between the world inside the book and the real world, he could only consider how to enter it according to the normal procedures.
Get some blood, bring it up here and smear it across the cover, and then enter as a Spirit Body with the Blood Emperor card and Sea God Scepter? This way, I don't have to worry about encountering King of the Five Seas, Nast, as there's no way he can sense it. He won't be able to enter the world inside the book either. But the problem lies in the fact that rescuing Vice Admiral Iceberg this way will allow her to determine that Gehrman Sparrow is Hero Bandit Black Emperor.
Yes, there's a more important problem. Entering with a Spirit Body means that the body is still in the outside world—the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream. I have no idea how time flows in the world inside the book. It might easily be a few days. That way, my body might meet with an accident since it lacks protection. I'm in unfamiliar territory as well. When the time comes, I might rescue Edwina, but I would find "myself" gone. That would be fun. Klein quickly rejected the idea of entering as a Spirit Body.
He didn't trust most of the people on the Golden Dream, and he also felt wary of the Strongest Hunter, Anderson.
His attempt to divine if it was dangerous to enter the book to rescue Edwina was met with failure. Klein thought deeply for a moment before returning to the real world. Then, he unhurriedly brought back Groselle's Travels and removed the traces of the ritual.
Looking out the window at the impending dusk, he walked to the captain's cabin's door, unlocked the door, and opened it.
Gourmet Bru Walls, Singer Orpheus, and company were all outside. None of them had left. There were even sailors who peeked their heads out from the staircase.
"Any clues?" Bru Walls blurted out his question, but he didn't hear his voice because everyone at the door was asking the same question.
Klein swept his gaze and nodded.
Instantly, he heard sighs of relief, then he saw all kinds of happy and excited expressions.
If I were to vanish one day, who would act like that… Klein focused his thoughts and said to Danitz, "I need an assistant."
With that said, he turned to walk to the desk.
"Alright!" Danitz hurriedly followed and familiarly locked the door.
"Is there anything you need of me?" he hurriedly asked. He looked as though he could already see his captain being rescued through his hard work.
Klein stood by the desk and solemnly said, "What happens next will be very dangerous."
"Very dangerous?" Danitz instinctively gritted his teeth.
"You might vanish or even die immediately." Klein told him the worst possible outcome.
Seeing how serious the madman, Gehrman Sparrow, was, Danitz instantly understood the gravity of the situation. His heart sank as he subconsciously became frantic.
"W-what does this have to do with rescuing Captain?"
"It's directly related," Klein answered succinctly.
Danitz's expression twisted as he fell silent for two seconds.
"What will happen if nothing is done?"
"Your captain might be left there forever, or she might die in the next second," Klein said truthfully.
Danitz turned agape as he closed his mouth in silence.
His eyes turned adrift for a few seconds before they focused back on Gehrman Sparrow's face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Let's begin."
"Dogsh*t!" he softly cursed himself.
Klein picked up the pen and paper on the table, scribbled a note, and folded it into a square before handing it to Danitz.
"Put it into your pocket. Read it after you enter."
"Enter?" Danitz asked, puzzled and clueless.
As he spoke, he automatically took the paper slip and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
Klein didn't reply as he pointed at Groselle's Travels.
"Smear some of your blood on the book's cover."
This… As Danitz made a vague guess, he picked up the bronze dagger beside him and nodded heavily.
"Alright!" 


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

"Okay, stop talking, " Lu Qian frowned and interrupted in a deep voice.
Yang Yun didn't stop talking right away. Instead, she felt even more aggrieved for him. "Why can't I say it? You like her so much. It's obviously... "
Lu Qian looked up at her and said in a low voice, "if you say another word, I'll have someone send you back to your hometown. "
Hearing that, Yang Yun bit her lip and finally stopped talking.
Lu Qian turned his head to look out of the window and fell silent.
Yang Yun was the child of a distant relative of his. She could be counted as his distant cousin.
Before anything happened to her family, she had been living in his house, so she knew the series of things at home very clearly.
* 
Before Zhao Siqing left, she paid all the medical fees for Lu Qian, hoping that he would get better soon.
Other than that, she couldn't do much else.
Not long after, Li Feihuan called and asked her to talk about Li Feiyuan's situation.
Zhao Siqing thought that she had already made an agreement with him yesterday, so she arranged to meet him at a nearby shopping mall.
She was close and arrived earlier.
Seeing that Li Feihuan hadn't arrived, she sent a wechat message to Nalan Yanran: [ have you had any strange dreams? ]
Very soon, Nalan Yanran replied: [ a fairy who doesn't sleep like me never dreams. ]
Zhao Siqing smiled lightly, guessing that she had been busy the whole night again.
Zhao Siqing continued to edit: [ tell me, why do I always dream of the same scene, the same person? ]
[ man and woman? ] Nalan Yanran replied.
[ man... ]
Zhao Siqing briefly told her about the dream last night. After a while, Nalan Yanran directly sent a voice message: "Baby, I'm going to arrest someone. Check it yourself first, I'll call you tonight. "
Then, a link to [ Duke Zhou's dream interpretation ] was thrown over.
Zhao Siqing smiled lightly and closed the chat box.
But not long after, she could not help but click on the link again and lowered her head to study it seriously.
Zhao Siqing looked at the explanation that was searched out and softly read it out. "dreams are people's subconscious. Often dreaming of the same person means that this person has always lived in the depths of your subconscious and occupied a corner of your heart... "
"often dreaming of the same person means that he has always been thinking of you. "
Zhao Siqing frowned slightly, feeling that it was a little ridiculous.
However, she could not find an analysis that was completely compatible with her dream, so she simply opened the online dream interpretation.
The other party first asked about her dream. Because the previous dream was too shameful, Zhao Siqing only briefly talked about last night's dream.
[ you can interpret it. Here is the payment link. ]
Looking at the payment link sent by the other party, Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds.
Was there a fee?
Zhao Siqing muttered under her breath, "liar, " and closed the web page.
But within a few minutes, she could not help but open the link again and pay 188 yuan.
After paying, the chat box showed that the other party was typing... ...
Zhao Siqing waited impatiently, a little curious.
Actually, as a psychiatrist, she had come into contact with some things like dreams.
Although there was no scientific basis for dream interpretation, but.. It could still satisfy her curiosity.
Not long after, Li Feihuan brought Li Feiyuan over.
From Afar, he could see the woman with her hair draped over her shoulders. She was sitting in front of a table by the window, jabbing at her phone one after another as if she was bored.
Li Feihuan walked forward and asked gently, "how long have you been waiting? "
The other party's analysis had just been sent over. Before Zhao Siqing could take a look, she noticed a figure beside her.
She looked up and saw that Li Feihuan and yuan yuan were already sitting opposite her.


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.

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.

The following night, the presenter opened the interview saying, "So far your story is full of twist and turns and I feel we are still far away from what people really want to hear, they want to hear what Richie did that made you to dump him on that wedding day"
       To this Tolu replied, "I know, but they need to also know how we got to that point and how he dug that grave for himself and I am about to step into that this night..." "Good, my ears are itching to hear it" The presenter chipped in 
       Tolu continued her story, "It was not long that I discovered that my mom was very right with her advise that she gave me about no sex till the wedding night, how did I confirmed it? 
      It happened like this, our relationship  speeds up deeply like we had been on it for a long time, he visited me and I visited him regularly, but whenever I am going to his place I always go in the company of my friend Bianca so that she can serve as a save guard against things going out of hands, you know what I mean?"
       The presenter asked, "You mean so that he will not be able to make sexual advances towards you right?" Tolu answered, "Exactly, but he did not like it, but I remained steadfast in that act because I saw that he could not controlled himself  sexually, so we played a lot of hide and seek game with each other until one night that I discovered that this issue of sex is going to cause serious trouble between us"
       The presenter asked her, "What happened during that night? Tolu answered, At that point I was so close to his friend Ayo who secured that new job that opened the door for our relationship, because he was my direct boss as Richie was in my former place of employment. The man liked me so much because of my high working ethics and he saw me as an epitome of moral uprightness.
       He happened to be the only blossom friend of Richie, and they always hang out together either in Richie's place or his own place.
      On the night that I mentioned, they were together in Richie's place, and it was Saturday evening that we did not go to our offices.
       The building in which Richie resided then had two balconies, the first balcony face the gate of the compound while the second faced the back of the compound. Normally, we like sitting at the back because  there it was always cool after sunset which always heat up the front part of the building 
      I left them sitting there that evening to go and buy ingredients that I need for cooking, but when I got downstairs I realised that the money in my purse will not do, so I returned to collect more money from Richie. 
      They did not know when I reentered, I heard Richie telling Ayo his friend that he had one dream that terrified him and Ayo asked him to relay the dream to him.
       I did not know what happened to me that night, It was never part of me to eavesdrop on people, but I just have this urge to stay quiet to hear the dream that he dreamt, somehow I felt the dream have something to do with me, if not he would have told me because he said he had the dream a week ago.
       Really he doesn't keep anything from me, but for him to have a dream that bothered him that much and he did not tell me increased my interest in the dream.
        He told Ayo that he dreamt that he saw a large pot seething on the stove, inside were boiling African sweet potatoes that were not yet done and I was the one cooking the potatoes, he said he saw himself sneaking into the kitchen to steal some of the hot undone potatoes.
       He dipped his hands into the pot and brought out a big potato to eat, his hand got seethed by the boiling water and the pain was so terrible. in spite of that pain he went ahead and ate the undone potato and his tongue too got blisters that kill the taste on his tongue. After eating the undone potato he had a terrible stomach aches and he was rolling on the floor in a deathly pain.
      When I heard this story I wanted to hear what his friend would say, but for sometimes he just kept quiet and he did not say anything until Richie asked him whether he thought his dream was a warning for a bad thing in the future about me?
      Then Ayo asked him if he really want to hear the meaning of his dream? Richie answered and said he knew he usually know how to interprets difficult dreams that was the reason he told him the dream and he should go ahead and tell him the meaning no matter what it is.
      Hearing this, Ayo said this dream is about you, Tolu and sex, if you force your way with her as you have been saying you will do you will experience unending woes and aches. So my advise is that you should do the needful if you know you are hungry for sex with her, marry her quickly after all there is nothing hindering  you from marriage 
       When Richie heard this interpretation, he kept quiet for a while, later when he opened his mouth he said, "Ayo, you have interpreted many of my dreams accurately in the past, but you are wrong this time, the interpretation you gave doesn't belong to my dream.
       You just twisted it so that you can use it to dissuade me about my plan concerning that girl, but I have told you my mind, I cannot marry a girl that I do not know whether she is frigid or sexually active. What if we marry and it turn out that she is a frigid cold girl that will turn my life to hell and I will need to return to the street to relieve myself?"
        To this Ayo answered, "I don't think so, Tolu cannot be a frigid she only have a vow to keep herself till the wedding day, and I am sure you will enjoy her" 
"That is your own, for me if she maintain her no sex till wedding night stand, then I will maintain my no wedding until we have sex stand. Don't you see that she is torturing me on purpose 
       To make the matter worse for me, since I met her other girls don't turn me on again like before, if not by now she will know what she is worth"
       "Richie, you will never settle down into marriage unless you have a girl like Toly who will make you to settle down" Ayo told him.
       "Richie replied, " That is a lie, my relationship with her is about to clock a year now, why didn't I dropped her like others?"
        "The reason you did drop her was because you have not seen her nakedness, you are like a cock, you get tired of girls that you sleep with immediately you see another one, if you know what is good for you fix your wedding date and marry this girl she is so good for you!"
         This was what I heard without him knowing that I eavesdropped that night, and though I love him; but I made up my mind that I won't give in to sex before wedding as my mother advised me"
         "That was great" Says the presenter, "If all our ladies can be like you most of them will not surfer heartbreaks that is prevalent everywhere today in relationships" He added

He was in the deep gutter of jungle justice, in a matter of minutes he'll loose his life for crime he did not commit; and from the blues she stepped out to expose the real criminal and saved him.
Though nothing could match what she has done, but to show gratitude he helped her to secure a job where he worked and this caused a rift between him and his girl friend who was a born with silver in the mouth neighbour of his saviour.
With this girl friend annoying needless tantrums, he dumped her and decided to focus on the saviour, but she refused for a long time until he cleared off her chief reason for saying no through a special arrangement, and they started a sexless relationship which he  really did not like.
After a while in their cat and mouse sexless engagement, the criminal that she exposed to save him showed up with acid plastic and ruined her beauty.
With her beauty ruined he lost interest in her and dumped her for her traitorous friend. This set them up for a long journey of deadly vengeance. This book is a book for the strong hearted who can have food on the table and be glued to printed page that cant be put down to be read later!

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

Chapter 20. Gimpo International Airport, Part I
 

Translator: Khan
Editor: RED
  
 
1.
 
The nightmare, which began on December 31, was now ready to pass through January and February, and reach into March.
 
The weather had not changed in a short time. It was still cold. However, there was a change among survivors of Bucheon. There was a lot of energy that had not been seen before.
 
"OK, setup is complete!"
 
It was due to hope. It was still a miserable world, but there was hope that it was getting better in that miserable world.
 
"It's worth the effort on this cold day, looking at the sun."
 
"I used to see this before, and kept calm, but now… The solar panels are beautiful."
 
And now there was a lamp that reflected that hope more charmingly.
 
A solar power generator.
 
The device, which could produce electricity semi-permanently if it was maintained properly, had become a powerful source of energy that would fuel the hopes of the gloomy survivors. Of course, there was the greatest hope separately.
 
"The Mac Guild has come from hunting!"
 
"The Mac Guild?"
 
Now a truck had appeared on a fairly well-maintained road. A ten-ton white truck was carrying a Black Orc. And there was a man standing on that dark thing.
 
"We got it!"
 
"Bang Hyun-wook killed a Black Orc!"
 
"He killed the Black Orc on his own!"
 
"He killed it alone! He killed it with bare hands!"
 
"Did he really kill it by himself?"
 
"Nonsense, did he kill that monster alone?" 
 
It was a great thing, and at the same time, everyone was happy to see it. Hunters were the only hope left in the world.
 
Naturally, the appearance of Bang became a parade soon. People cheered him and he couldn't help but cheer himself up. The parade began in front of Bucheon City Hall. He entered the City Hall right away.
 
"Brother Sung-hoon!"
 
The first man that came into his eyes was Jang Sung-hoon, who came out of the City Hall after hearing the uproar. Bang approached him in high spirit and said with a cheerful air, "I killed a Black Orc alone! One to one! Without the help of a gun! Oh, of course there was one…"
 
The waistline of Bang Hyun-wook who was speaking had a weapon that appeared to be an iron mace. It was an item made from the Bell-tailed Rat.

In appearance, it was seemingly crude and comical, but it had the ability to turn Energy into a devastating force instantly when it was injected. Its destructive power was beyond imagination.
 
It was enough to make a car to scrap in a short time! The item was powerful to crush the hard body of a Black Orc into broken pieces.
 
Without the help of this item, it would have been impossible for Bang to kill the Black Orc by himself. On the other hand, even if the item was given to them, there was no one but Kim Tae-hoon who could kill a Black Orc by himself. That was why Bang was so excited.
 
"But where is the big brother?"
 
It was evidence, the proof that he was not a stumbling block, and he was strong enough to help.  
 
Jang smiled at Bang, who was anxious to show the evidence to Kim somehow.
 
"I'm sick and tired of it. You killed it by yourself. I've warned you several times that it's dangerous-"
 
"Gee, it has been a while for me, and I had to kill it!"
 
"You win. Take a break for now. I'll tell the boss. It'll take a while, so have something to eat."
 
"Yes!"
 
Jang turned his back on the refreshing response from Bang. But, there was no fresh smile on his face. It was just a stiff expression. He could not help but do that.
 
'The Golden Glass filled the third time.'
 
Kim Tae-hoon was now dreaming of his third death.
 
2.
 
The first thing Kim did when he woke up from the dream was to touch his neck. It was naturally attached. However, he felt as if his head was still falling to the floor from his body. Therefore, he could not take his hands off his neck easily. He gripped his neck and pressed his teeth together.
 
'I can't be adapted to my death.'
 
He dreamt of his third death. Moreover, that death had been the worst so far. His arms were amputated, his heart was pricked, and his head was cut off at last. One alone was appalling, but all of them happened at the same time. He was struck with horror. Of course, the aftermath of dreaming of death was also stronger than before.
 
'Whew.'
 
Sounds came to him, as he breathed and endured the aftereffects of the pain: the sound of footsteps, breathing, and hearts beating.
 
Knock!
 
Finally, he heard the sound of knocking. The sound was so clear that it felt as if the person outside the door was right in front of him.
 
"Jang Sung Hoon." Of course, he knew who the owner of the knock was.
 
"I always feel it, but that absolute hearing is creepy." As Kim predicted, Jang opened the door and came in.
 
"Is there really a difference between breathing and a heartbeat? How can you classify a person apart by hearing such a noise-"
 
Kim closed his eyes and rubbed his temples instead of explaining.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry."
 
Kim's newly acquired power of the Bell-tailed Rat was precise enough to measure his own heart rate and hear breathing, footsteps, and even a heartbeat. In addition, it was now possible to control his ability. But it wasn't perfect.
 
Therefore, if he was tired, distracted, or mentally disturbed, his ability would run at will. In other words, considering his mental state, who just woken up from his death, his ability had been activated to the limit.
 
"How was your dream?" Jang asked, lowering his voice.
 
"With my arms cut off, the traitor stabbed me in the back, and in front of me, there were twin Chinese sisters, and one of them cut off my head with the sword she was holding."
 
"Wow." Jang whistled briefly. "But you can't ignore the time, and death gradually becomes a spectacle. So, who is the traitor?"
 
It was a gruesome death, but it was the most valuable dream ever experienced by Kim. First, he saw the faces of those who were hostile to him. This was a huge bonus.
 
"Six snakes and Oh Se-bum."
 
"The six snakes may mean power or group, and Oh Se-bum… you know that name?"
 
"Not at all."
 
"What else?"
 
When Jang's question followed, Kim recited Chinese. It was a shaky Chinese language. But its meaning was clearly conveyed.
 
"Can you interpret what one of the twin sisters said to me?"
 
Jang's face hardened as soon as he heard it. "Uh, um-"
 
"Is the interpretation hard?"
 
"No, it's not. I know the full meaning."
 
"What's the content?"
 
"They said that you are a dragon slayer. They told you that it was great to have gone this far… And they wanted to bite the boss and kill you."
 
When he heard the answer, he opened his eyes.
 
"Did they really call me a dragon slayer?"
 
"I know the atmosphere is not a playful mood."
 
"I must have killed a dragon. I'm not sure whether that's the dragon we think." Kim's eyes were cold as he spoke.
 
The same was true of Jang. It couldn't be good.
 
'He killed the dragon, but he died. 'What the fuck are we supposed to then?'
 
Killing the dragon was a top priority for survival. The Kim Tae-hoon of the future cleared the assignment. But he ended up dead?
 
It was terrible. It was like watching a movie called Destination: no matter what you did, you couldn't avoid dying.
 
So, Kim did not dig deep into it. Even if he dug into the terrible thing, there would only be desperation left.
 
'A traitor.'
 
He focused on the word traitor. 'Traitor means that he believed them, or acted with them.'
 
'The meanings of an enemy and a traitor are definitely different. An enemy is just an enemy, and a traitor is the one who becomes an enemy among his colleagues.'
 
Kim had lived in a world where a traitor would soon be killed, and he never confused the two words.
 
'The traitor who was near me is Oh Se-bum, who stabbed me in the back.'
 
In addition, there were more clues that Kim had obtained.
 
"I saw a sword-"
 
Everything you see and hear could be a clue.
 
Of course, the weapon in the hands of the woman who called him a "dragon slayer" was also an important clue.
 
"What shape?"
 
Soon after, Kim used a pocket notebook and a pen on his desk to draw a picture. It was a terrible job. It seemed impossible to guess what he was drawing.
 
The same was true of Jang. At first, he thought it was just the form of a sword. However, when Kim put a diamond-shaped pattern into the sword and finally eight worm-like letters into the sword, Jang changed his face. Soon after, Jang extended his hand. 
 
"Pen, please."
 
Kim handed over the pen and soon Jang drew a new sword on the new page.
 
"This is it. What kind of sword is this?" The sword was the sword Kim had seen in his dream.
 
"This sword is called the Sword of Goujian." It was the Sword that Kim put in his wish list in his second dream.
 
Ahead of his second death, Kim told himself a wish list. It was like an order: to obtain the goods of the wish list, take all the means and methods whatever they are, or even kill the original owner if necessary.
 
"Whew." Kim gave a long sigh.
 
He heard loud footsteps. Bang Hyun-wook's footsteps wanted to show off his presence.
 
'There's no time to rest.'
 
Kim recalled today's date with a short sigh.

February 28. Today was the last day of February.
 
3.
 
Gimpo International Airport...
 
It was now the quietest place in the world, where it had once been the noisiest place in South Korea, with planes taking off and landing without stopping. The planes lay like corpses covered in snow, and there was a white field of snow where animal footprints could hardly be found, as if to show that no one was on the broad runway.
 
The broken windows, the crumbled walls of the airport terminal, and the trace of animals which came to eat the remaining flesh of the broken bodies and departed, were the latest traces.
 
It was on March 3 that the silence, which had begun on December 31, broke.

Crowds dressed in black began to gather in the desolate airport terminal.

The gathered people immediately shook their hands or hugged to express their joy.
 
"It's been a long time."
 
"I'm glad you're alive."
 
It was the appearance of a man who immediately froze the friendly hours that began.
 
"Attention."
 
As the man wearing a beret appeared, the cheerful atmosphere disappeared, and a solemn atmosphere began to set up like the blade of a sword.
 
The man who appeared looked to be in his mid-forties and gave a strong impression, with a square face and a beard around his mouth. He looked at each of them with tiger-like eyes.
 
"There is no Major Oh Se-bum and his team."
 
The brief remark that came out soon put the crowd on edge. Everyone here made a promise to meet at a fixed date if they were still alive.
 
'Did Major Oh Se-bum's team fail?'
 
In other words, not being here meant not being alive.
 
Of course, everyone here was determined: they would not be afraid to die, but they would fight against death. Nevertheless, the reason why everyone was nervous was simple.
 
'Nonsense. What monster did they meet?'
 
'Were they in contact with something above a blue-grade monster?'
 
Major Oh Se-bum could never be killed, by the judgment of those who had prepared to die. He was so strong and clever.
 
A middle-aged man, Lieutenant Colonel Yoo Dae-hyun, who was also wearing a beret, was well aware of that.
 
'If Major Oh died… If so, whatever we get in this operation will be a loss.'
 
Major Oh was a man who had the ability and talent to become a historical hero to save Korea. He could not have died. No, it shouldn't have happened.
 
'When we lost Daedongyeojido, it was a big loss. Had there been Daedongyeojido, we wouldn't have taken risks like this.'
 
Lieutenant Colonel Yoo shut his teeth hard, thinking of the past. Naturally, the congregation held a silence. Bowing in silence began for the dead.
 
Bang! It was a shot from the airport's runway that broke their silence. Everyone's eyes changed. They had the eyes of soldiers who could fight at any time. 
 
Lieutenant Colonel Yoo did not do that. He was a man who had not relaxed since he had appeared, and who had planted everything that a soldier should have into his bones.
 
"Check and come back."
 
When Lieutenant Colonel Yoo pointed out a team and gave an order, the team immediately moved to the spot where the gunfire was fired without even answering. It was not long before one came back and reported.
 
"A man with a white flag is on the runway. He describes himself as the head of the Mac Guild."
 
It was a very difficult explanation: the gunfire came from the runway, a man was standing alone on the runway, he was holding a white flag, and finally, he was the head of the Mac Guild.
 
All that was not understood was not described. However, Lieutenant Colonel Yoo did not express any doubt about the facts, since he had seen a lot of irrational images of survivors in a world in which the system that was driving the world was completely destroyed. So, he wasn't surprised and didn't frown. There was no change in expression at all.
 
"What's his name?"
 
"It was Kim Tae-hoon."
 
"Kim Tae-hoon?"
 
However, as soon as he heard the name, the expression of Lieutenant Colonel Yoo changed.
 
"Is he really Kim Tae-hoon?"
 
He looked surprised.

The world has changed and so have the people.

December 31st, 2016 – the day before New Year's. Kim Taehoon was just casually shopping for groceries at the large store. Monsters suddenly appeared out of thin air. With the highly trained skills that he had gained from his previous occupation, he starts to hunt the monsters down and manages to win, saving countless people who were also at the mall.

But there are more and they don't stop coming.
Will he be able to survive until the end? 
Will he be able to beat the countless monsters that only seem to get stronger?
And will it just be monsters that he has to worry about? 

The journey of Kim Taehoon, The First Hunter, begins.
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Editor's views  - from Ekdud

The First Hunter is a short Korean, action-fantasy novel situated in a post-apocalyptic world. Monsters start appearing out of nowhere and people are unlocking strange powers. Those who unlock such powers are called ‘Hunters’, ones with the strength to kill the monsters. To fight and survive, that is their goal. Society crumbles and the world burns.

A very fun novel that dives into the plot almost instantly. The novel is interesting in a way that it depicts a lot of human nature and what people would do in a situation such as this is quite an accurate manner. The character development is also very good as you get to learn about the characters, their backgrounds, and their stories. All in all, this is another novel I’d recommend to a lot of readers who are interested in reading fantasy and gaming novels.

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**A licensed novel from Munpia**

What about love? A question a lot of my age range do not fully understand. I am proud to say I am not among those who just follow norms when it comes to love.
My first funny encounter of it was when I got a stupid bouquet of wild flowers in my elementary years accompanied with a paper written 'I love you'. I never felt the feelings of delight or curiosity of who might have sent it. All I felt is fear that someone is playing a prank on me so I threw it to the nearest trashcan. Now, I realized that what I did must have hurt the person who sent it (just maybe). I learned to consider the feeling of other people aside from mine. Young or old, when it comes to courtship the bottom line would always be to make the other end fall for you in return in order to pass. If it did not go as planned, it's a 'better-luck-next-time'.
The same goes for my dream about cutting a snakes head when I encountered it… it turns out that the interpretation of a snake in a dream means a male. I then realized that it might have been the explanation as to why I am inclined to decline any sign of courtship to a man.
When I went to high school… the crap started to break loose. Those moments you get to call 'puppy love'. (A few of my classmates got married during this time… the teachers in my school are all worried we'd turn into half our population by the time we graduate.)

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