Malaya has been waiting for the day she would meet her mate only to be met with her clans greatest rivals on a day that was meant to be a celebration. will she learn to love her unexpected mate or will she reject him and their mate bond

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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This is my first novel, so please tell me if you see areas where I can improve!
The schedule is one chapter a day. I will reconsider this if the novel's ranking improves.

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" " = Talking
' ' = Thinking
* * = Action

Zhang Qie's eyes gently fluttered open. He looked around him, not knowing where he was for a second. Then he remembered what he did. The blood, the crying, and most of all the anger that was directed towards him. Of course if he had to do it again he would do it in a heartbeat, after all he can fix everything that he messed up.

*click* the door to his room opened, and there stood one of the most important persons in his life, his sister, Zhang Feng. She had a mischievous smile on her face when she was looking at him. Slowly, she approached him, and then... She threw the covers off his bed.

Zhang Feng: "Wake up little brother. You're going to be a third year in high school and you wouldn't want to be late on the first day!"

Zhang Feng seemed to be really enthusiastic but when she met her brother's eyes briefly she suddenly froze. She felt like she was looking at a stranger although she couldn't figure out why, her instincts were screaming at her to run but she couldn't move. Just as she was about to scream the feeling was gone, like it never happened in the first place. Shocked she looked again at her brother only to find him with tears in his eyes. Confused and with her mind in disarray she did the first thing she could think of, hug him.

Zhang Feng: "What's wrong brother? Why are you sad, did you have a bad dream?"

As she hugged him and attempted to comfort him she failed to notice him go rigid when she touched him.

Zhang Qie: "No sister, it's just that last year when I went to school I was constantly being bullied. The teachers didn't do anything to stop it and if anything they made it worse. I don't want to go to school."

Zhang Feng: "What!? Why didn't you tell me that this was happening last year?  If you did then I would have made mom drop you out right away!"

Zhang Qie: "Please don't make me go to school."

After awhile of begging Zhang Feng contacted their mother who ultimately let him have a week of school off. His mother also said that during this time he must be with his sister, whether it's at work or home because she is on a business trip and she doesn't want Zhang Qie to be alone. When they finally decided on what to do, Zhang Qie started to take off his clothes, Zhang Feng stupefied hurriedly went out of the room with a red face.

Zhang Feng: "What are you doing brother!"

She shouted at him.

Zhang Qie: "Obviously I'm going to take a bath, what else would I be doing. I can't leave this house and go to your work smelly."

Zhang Feng: "well you should have told me that first before you started taking off your clothes. I'm going to make us breakfast!"

Once Zhang Feng's footsteps could no longer be heard, the atmosphere in Zhang Qie's room became dreary. Zhang Qie's countenance became cold again, and he walked towards the shower.

Everything that Zhang Qie said to his sister was a lie, he didn't have any bullies at school and if he did then currently he would go out and kill them. He simply felt that school was a waste of time and he could be spending his time cultivating or spending time with the family he lost before.

He arrived at the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like his young self that was scrawny and somewhat unhealthy looking. He looked at his face that was average and thought back to when he was in the higher realms, everybody in the higher realms had faces and bodies that could put most of the mortals in this realm, the planes realm, to shame. He figured that it must have something to do with how much ether was in the air, which was partly right. The correct answer was actually that the higher you cultivate, the closer your body gets towards perfection. And based on having more ether in the air the people in higher realms should be able to get to higher cultivation levels then people in lower realms.

After thinking about the higher realms a light smile appeared on his face. His first goal in this second life is to assist his mother and sister in becoming cultivators. He won't directly tell them and only point in a general direction at first because only by discovering something by yourself will you truly understand what it is. Additionally, everybody has a different interpretation of what cultivation is and what it does, only by self discovery will you find what type of cultivation you're suitable for.(sorry for the info dump, that's sort of what these early chapters will be, don't worry it will eventually pick up.)

After taking a shower and putting on his clothes, he headed downstairs, he saw his sister who was waiting downstairs at the table, and apologized for taking so long.

Zhang Qie: "Sorry that I took so long sister. I was having such a great shower that I lost track of time."

Zhang Feng: "Apologies accepted, now come and eat, I don't want to be late for work."

After Zhang Qie finished his breakfast and brushed his teeth, due to his sister's insistence, they both rushed to his sister's car and got in, his sister's job was at a café and was a little far away. Since he was required to be near his sister at all times he would be sitting near the front where his sister was. He brought his schoolbooks with him because he had nothing to do, of course this was just a coverup for what he would actually be doing, cultivating.

With his sister's shift at work starting, he looked around for a good spot. The only spot that he could find already had someone there, but this wouldn't stop him. As he got closer to the spot he started to notice more details about the person, it seemed like a girl, when he finally arrived there the girl looked up.

???: "What do you want?"

The girl in question looked breathtakingly beautiful, with White hair and blue eyes she looked like a snow fairy. Not only that her figure was filling out nicely, no doubt in a few years she would have a voluptuous figure.

Of course for Zhang Qie who has a warped sense of beauty from seeing them walk around on the streets in the higher realms often he remained unimpressed, thinking that she is just another average person.

Zhang Qie: "I would like to sit here and do my work please."

???: "Go away, I have important things to do."

The girl, thinking he was there to flirt with her, got annoyed and dismissed him, not even looking at him twice.

Zhang Qie: "But I insist that I sit here."

Once Zhang Qie said those lines he immediately sat down, stunning the beauty, he put up his books around himself like a wall and then got into a lotus position, ready to start cultivating. Just as he was about to get into the optimum state for cultivation he was disrupted due to his books falling over, annoyed he looked at the cause of the books falling over, the girl.

???: "Can't you tell I'm not interested in you, why do you insist on sitting here?"

The girl obviously full of displeasure spoke. Never thinking that the guy was not interested in her.

Zhang Qie: "Shut up"

After Zhang Qie said that he put the books back into position, zoning the girl out completely.

Zhang Qie was once known as the strongest, but what led up to that point? What drove him to become the strongest? Revenge, love, or just maybe a series of unfortunate coincidences? And most important of all, if he was given a chance to start all over what would he do differently, after all, everybody has regrets.

The sun hung brightly in midair. In a dark, silent corner of the cemetery, Leonard Mitchell suddenly raised the shovel beside him.
The two mounds of soil at the side gradually raised in height as the coffin pit became obvious. From time to time, there would be passersby, but they didn't notice anything, as though a dream was happening over there.
Finally, Leonard threw the shovel and bent down. He reached out and grabbed the ends of the coffin lid with both hands.
Using immense strength, he pulled open the heavy wooden lid and discovered that the thick, long nails had fallen off at some point in time. There was nothing inside the pitch-black coffin.
Nothing! 
Leonard continued keeping his body hunched as he silently watched this scene without any further movement. He stood there like a petrified statue for a very long time.
…
In his hazy dream, Klein saw a tombstone with an epitaph. It stood silently among many other tombstones as it was dyed in crimson moonlight.
This scene shattered immediately as Klein snapped awake. He confirmed that he was still Dwayne Dantès and that he was still inside 160 Böklund Street's master bedroom.
The dream seems to be telling me something… As a Seer, Klein treated every dream seriously. This was no exception. He focused and shook himself out of his state of drowsiness before attempting to make an interpretation.
That's likely a tomb…
This represents a particular deceased or something related to resurrection…
The crimson moonlight represents the Goddess, corresponding to the Church of Evernight and the Nighthawks… If I were to directly see the moon, it might involve the Primordial Moon, Vampire Ancestor Lilith, and the Mother Tree of Desire…
The tomb was dyed with a color almost resembling blood. This symbolizes something bad…
As Klein did an interpretation of the dream, he gathered all the content and attempted to make an effective, meaningful conclusion.
After some serious thought, he began to believe that the dream's revelation was referring to the past him and the Church of Evernight.
After making the connections with what had happened the past few days, Klein slowly came to an answer.
As Dwayne Dantès has repeated headed for Saint Samuel Cathedral, he must've been added to a list of suspects. If Leonard hasn't left Backlund, this must've garnered his attention. After all, he knows that Dwayne Dantès isn't a simple person and has mysterious origins…
As an angel from the Marauder pathway, Leonard's grandpa probably discovered that the gray fog and the Seer pathway has intricate ties, and knows that the corresponding Sequence 0 is called The Fool…
This way, they will naturally be able to make connections with the honorific name of The Fool that was previously spread, and they would believe that I'm a member of a secret organization that worships The Fool. And developing on this clue, it can also involve the person who killed Lanevus and Hero Bandit Black Emperor who used tarot cards…
Along with the Gehrman Sparrow clues I deliberately left behind, as well as Leonard's previous investigations into Sherlock Moriarty, it's not impossible for him to put things together and find what's highly dubious.
And in the beginning, Sherlock Moriarty's disguise wasn't too good. As long as Leonard investigates seriously, it wouldn't be difficult to discover that the great detective resembled his former colleague… So, he went to Tingen to dig up the grave for confirmation?
As he thought about the matter, Klein pulled a back cushion over and sat up. He felt that he had already found the answer to his dream.
He began seriously analyzing what could happen afterwards, considering if he should abandon the identity of Dwayne Dantès.
Leonard has no way of conveying his theories and conclusion to the other Nighthawks because he won't be able to explain the key points for his inference. This will expose his own secret…
Based on my experience and my understanding of him, he will steer the matter via different means. This will be more complicated and troublesome, wasting even more time. Before that happens, I should find him and give him another warning. It should snuff out whatever is on his mind. After all, the Church didn't suffer any material loss, nor did anyone die.
Yes, for Dwayne Dantès, I have taken note of the time. I specially created tracks of my activity in the Southern Continent over the past few months, staggering it with the decline of Gehrman Sparrow's sightings. And this involves the Intis colony, so it will be rather difficult to verify the matter…
That also means that Leonard has, at best, figured out that Gehrman Sparrow equals Sherlock Moriarty equals Klein Moretti. He will just believe that I'm in cahoots with "them," part of a secret organization that believes in The Fool…
Heh heh, to him, Dwayne Dantès is a powerful, mysterious Beyonder who can sense the grandpa in him, a demigod. This is an obvious discrepancy with the other identities.
Klein soon came up with countermeasures as he turned his attention to the matter he encountered at East Balam Military Veterans Mess in the afternoon.
Why would they directly seek me out for such a private arms deal?
I just established a friendship with Macht and hadn't experienced any tests. I don't deserve such trust…
Perhaps it's a test?
In the beginning, it will just be rifles and cannons. The quantity would probably be limited. Nor will it involve high-quality items. Furthermore, I'll need to come up with the cash before receiving the goods. If I have any real problems, they wouldn't suffer any losses. They will only suffer the repercussions of a small batch of weapons falling into hands within their own domain of control.
Yes… to them, a tycoon like me, with a complicated background and a deep understanding of West Balam, really is an excellent candidate. First, I have the money. Second, I have the guts. Third, I have the resources and social connections, allowing the arms to be sold to suitable factions. Fourth, I have no background in the upper echelons of the kingdom. I can always be made the scapegoat and be abandoned.
They must've sent people to monitor me in secret… As long as this "business" is smoothly completed, I'll be a close partner with the military… This will aid in my investigations of the truth behind the Great Smog of Backlund…
The problem I have now is that I have zero actual knowledge of West Balam's Resistance and various tribes… I've no idea where that fellow, Anderson, is. I don't have his method of contact either…
Hmm, Danitz might be aware of the situation in West Balam… Same for Ma'am Hermit. Likewise for Queen Mystic who's backing her… I'll first gather intelligence from these channels…
Having made up his mind, Klein's working brain slowed down as a sense of drowsiness washed over him again. He let his body slide down bit by bit as he got under the blankets.
…
In the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard, who had returned from Tingen, managed to be in time for the team's internal meeting.
Soest first briefed them on the conclusion of the archbishop and what the other local Nighthawk teams had obtained.
"With the help from the Holy Cathedral, Saint Anthony has confirmed that the infiltrator is Gehrman Sparrow. The conclusion is that this crazy criminal is still alive but doesn't exist in this world.
"This is truly a contradictory statement. I don't understand it as well. His Grace didn't explain anything either.
"In short, our focus will be on the investigation of Gehrman Sparrow.
"According to the information provided by MI9, Gehrman Sparrow is a fake identity. He originally came from Backlund…"
After Soest finished the briefing, he asked, "Do you have anything to add?"
Leonard opened his mouth and was just about to say something, but his eyes shimmered twice before he fell silent again.
Soest turned his head and glanced at him, calling him out by name.
"Leonard, did you discover any clues?"
Leonard remained silent for a second before shrugging.
"That clue has been eliminated."
Soest didn't ask further as he looked at the other teammates.
After a series of supplementary information and analysis, he began assigning missions to his Red Gloves team.
After everything was assigned, Leonard Mitchell held a name list that required him to enter their dreams for a cross-check. He returned to the break room above and threw his body into bed.
He sat there silently as he raised his hand to comb his hair, preparing to begin taking action.
However, the first dream he entered wasn't anyone in the name list.
His target was Dwayne Dantès!
After repeated considerations, he decided to speak to this secret organization member, an undying monster from the Fourth Epoch, face to face. He wanted to see what information he could sound out.
This looked somewhat rash, but with both parties knowing each other's secrets, it was still a good choice.
…
160 Böklund Street. Klein's drowsy mind suddenly became clear as he knew that someone had entered his dream.
He pondered silently, sitting in a reclining chair and turning his head to look at the balcony. He saw a black-haired, green-eyed man wearing a white shirt and black vest nimbly leap inside. He was none other than Leonard Mitchell.
I haven't gone looking for you, and here you are coming to my doorstep… The other Nighthawks would politely knock on the door before entering. Only you would jump into balconies… Klein lampooned as he looked at the poet approach him.
At this moment, in Leonard's eyes, Dwayne Dantès was still wearing a formal suit in the dream. His sideburns were gray, and he had an angular face with an immense amount of charm.
At this moment, the tycoon wore a smile, as though he wasn't hiding the fact that he remained lucid and that he wasn't affected by a Nightmare.
"Didn't Pallez Zoroast teach you some manners?" Klein said with a tone he believed matched Leonard's impression of him.
Pallez Zoroast… He's warning me again… Leonard was taken aback as he remembered the name.
He quickly reined in his thoughts and bowed in a manner that lacked standards.
"Please pardon me for the intrusion. You are on our investigation list.
"Was the infiltration done by you guys? Is that your goal for coming to Backlund?"
"No." Klein in his Dwayne Dantès guise raised the cup of red wine and sipped it. "It's not us, but just him alone."
He put on an act that he wasn't afraid of Leonard knowing.
"Gehrman Sparrow?" Leonard asked in a deep tone.
Klein glanced at him with his deep blue eyes that seemed to have seen the vicissitudes of life.
"Isn't that obvious?"
"What does he actually want to do? He didn't take anything away," Leonard took the opportunity to ask.
Klein raised his hand to stroke his white sideburns and chuckled.
"What do you think is the answer?"


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."

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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"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.

"Do you think Zach has seen her?" Torin burst out while he watched the primetime news that always started at 7:00 PM.
Lyra sighed as she was preparing their dinner.
"I'm not sure, but I still think that Big Bro should tell Keira about it. Goodness, what a coincidence!" commented Lyra who couldn't believe that Thea still had the nerve to return.
"Why didn't she just stay forever in another country! I can strongly feel that woman is planning something as she got that Main Anchor position. It's not like it's a better work than her current status as an international anchor!" Lyra irritatingly voiced out her opinion.
"Do you think Big Bro and Keira are together now? Maybe I should call him now?" said Lyra, who walked towards Torin and picked her mobile phone from the table in the living room.
"Good evening, Big Bro. Are you with Keira? Oh, okay good… Can you turn on your TV and watch the news." Lyra asked from the other end of the line.
Although a bit confused, Zach followed and turned on the television.
"I am hanging up, Lyra. Yes, I understand what you mean. I'm on it. Thank you." Said Zach before he ended up the call.
Zach stared at the screen. Thea was the new anchor for the Cooper's broadcasting news where Keira was also the reporter.
He did not bother to tell Keira about Thea before because he thought that it wouldn't matter to Keira since it's already his past. He felt that telling that story was not worth their time.
However, they were now working in the same company. Lyra was right, he should tell Keira about Thea.
Now, that he looked at Thea on television, he felt relieved that she was doing okay, and became someone well-known.
"She has finally reached her dream," he murmured. He was sincerely happy for Thea.
Funny, huh? He felt like there were no more thorns in his heart… 
He smiled because he was excited to pick up his girlfriend later…
His mobile phone beeped.
It was Keira who messaged him her current location.
Zach had previously received instructions to pass by the Field Marshal's office first before leaving the Military Base.
"Oh, Zach, have you chosen the most trusted and capable men for this mission? You will go underground and will be disguised. Also, think of an alias, because the people of the underworld always use an alias. This is a great opportunity for us, so I hope you will work well with Ryu Ken and clean up those plaques." said Field Marshal in his serious tone.
"Yes, Sir. I understand. We are all prepared for it," answered Zach.
"Also, come to our house tomorrow morning with your team. I will introduce you to Ryu Ken," said Field Marshal Chan.
Zach's mouth slightly twitched because he already knew Ryu Ken, as Keira had a blind date with him before.
"Yes, Sir..." He answered.
Field Marshal Chan dismissed him, but Zach remained there.
"Yes, Zach, what is it?" asked Field Marshal Chan seeing that Zach hadn't left yet as if he still had something to say.
"Sir, I would like to say it to you first. After this task, I plan to retire early and focus on the ranch with my family. Also, I plan to settle down soon. Keira has strongly objected against my involvement in dangerous missions." said Zach that startled Field Marshal Chan.
"Ohh, but it's so sudden. Alright, I understand you, Zach. Let's talk about it further once your mission in bringing down this underworld group is completed," commented Field Marshal Chan.
Zach bid his farewell to Field Marshal Chan, who stared at his back as he left.
Keira had already interrogated him for giving her boyfriend a dangerous task. 
"It will be the last task, don't worry, daughter, because it seems that Zach wants to settle down soon." Field Marshal mumbled as he collected his stuff to leave and go home. 
His wife would surely be happy to hear the news.
He laughed as he imagined her exaggerated wife-thinking about wedding bells ahead of time…
Well, if his interpretation was right, Zach's words were leading that way.
......
This time Zach picked up Keira at the front of the building where there was an ongoing rally of protest.
A smirk passed his lips, seeing John and Jim, both positioned at spots from where they could quickly run to their Miss should anything happen.
He knew that the two were following them wherever they went, and he did not mind at all because it was for Keira's protection. He wanted nothing but for Keira to be always safe.
He should think of a reward for these two bodyguards as well. An appreciation gift for taking care of his falling star, especially when he was not around.
Zach went out of the car as he waited for Keira to bid her farewell to her co-worker.
Zach smiled, seeing Keira run toward him, smiling.
"You look exhausted," he said as he hugged and kissed Keira on her head.
"Yeah, let's go. I feel so dead tired that I want to jump on the bed as soon as we get home," answered Keira as she entered the door of the car opened by Zach for her.
This had been their routine. Zach was a perfect gentleman. He always insisted on opening the car door for Keira and securing her seatbelt.
"Where do you want to eat?" asked Zach as soon as started up the engine of the car.
There was no response, so he glanced at Keira and smiled.
"Hmm, my falling star has been knocked out," he whispered because Keira had already fallen asleep.
Zach decided to go for a drive-thru instead and let Keira sleep and rest more during their ride.
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She fell in love at first sight and did everything to conquer the man of her dreams... Her General...
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Zacharias Lim was a loyal, diligent and persevering soldier. Despite his poor background, he had managed to rise steadily from the lowest rank of a Private to the youngest and one of the most respected Generals in his country. He was a principled man who always acted by the book and followed every rule. Because he had grown up in a poverty-stricken condition and having had to work extremely hard to get to where he was now, he detested people who didn't appreciate life just because they were lucky enough to have been born with a silver spoon in their mouth. 

That was until he met Keira Chan...

Keira Chan was a beautiful, bright, mischievous and confident young woman who always knew what she wanted. Having been born as the only daughter of one of the richest and most prominent families in the country, where gold was treated as sand, she had always led a carefree life and she could always get what she wanted without having to exert much effort. 

That was until she met Zacharias Lim...

It just so happened that she fell in love with the young General at first sight and was set to win his heart. And thus her laborious but hilarious journey to get him to be her man ensued...

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His forehead creased as his face darkened. Then he whispered, "Keira Chan! What are you doing to me?! Do you think I'm a toy you can play with any time you want to?"

"Huh?" Keira gasped as her lips slightly opened, she looked confused as she stared into Zach's eyes. She felt like his eyes were piercing deep into her bones.

She tried to open her mouth to say something but nothing came up. Zach lowered his gaze down to her slightly opened lips. Those lips had been haunting him and giving him sleepless nights…

Unconsciously, Keira bit her lip and heard Zach curse. Before she knew it, Zach abruptly pulled her towards him and kissed her lips. Her eyes widened and at that same time, she saw a falling star shining brightly in the sky.

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"Why is he here?"
Rati wondered as her mind fell to chaos. Although Kama's visit was by itself nothing spectacular, the timing was distressing, to say the least. Moreover, she was now supposed to be tending to her father's injuries, and prepare the chamber for his next ten thousand years of seclusion. Knowing Kama, he would have given her at least a day to handle all those before showing himself.
This was out of character. But as Rati debated how to answer, the amused Konrad's lips curved into a smile. Kama's impromptu visit was not merely something he'd anticipated, he also knew the reason behind. Following the Essence Nurturing Forest's Calamity, knowing that the new powers dwarfed all his plans, Surya resolved to take drastic measures and gave his little brother, Kama, explicit orders.
"Little brother, kill Daksha and seize control of the Sea Dream Temple's treasury. I have dire needs for their Dream Stone and God-Jade reserves. My Primal Sun Lotus nears full maturation, using the Dream Stone and God-Jades, I can weave a formation to amplify the results. Now that the restrictions are lifted, to say nothing of the peak of the Legendary God rank, if everything goes according to plan, I can get half-step into the Overgod rank within ten thousand years.
As for you, with Daksha out of the way, you no longer have any threat looming over you and can rule the Sea Dream Temple alongside Rati. Don't worry, I will help you shift the blame on the Chthonian Primogen. Afterward, my breakthrough will enable me to make you a whole man again."
Those were Surya's precise orders. Orders that at first filled Kama with complicated emotions. After all, though he didn't bear any good feeling toward Daksha and surely hoped to see him dead, at the end of the day, he was Rati's father. If exposed, she'd never forgive him.
But then he realized that Surya's assistance ensured that Regardless of how things went, he could control the outcome. Not only control it, but even regain the lost part of himself in a short time. How could he reject it? This was not just an opportunity, it was the opportunity!
It didn't take long before Kama agreed, and to make the operation a success, Surya bestowed upon him his strongest eight-star God Artifact. Imbued by Surya's Truth Wielding, it would allow Kama to control all variables. And knowing he was about to betray his love, a rollercoaster of emotions swept Kama's heart, and against his better judgment, he rushed toward her, using the Truth Artifact to locate her exact location.
Little did he know that Konrad grasped the whole matter.
"Rati?"
Again, Kama's voice echoed, and this time the tone carried plain puzzlement. Having no other recourse, the flurried devi spun toward Konrad.
"You need to leave, now!"
She murmured while falling into a false cultivation stance, crossing her legs and closing her eyes in a lotus stance to deceive Kama into thinking her in a deep trance. Alas, konrad shook his head.
"I'm not going anywhere. In fact, let's make this more interesting."
Konrad replied and while sneaking behind the alarmed Rati, snapped his fingers. Prompted by a sudden impulse, Kama shoved the door open, rushing into the room with anxious eyes. As Konrad lowered his chin against her left shoulder and nestled his face with hers, Rati's heart almost ruptured.
But strangely, as Kama swept the scene and eyed her "silently cultivating form" from head to toe, he showed no reaction. It was as if the form of Konrad pressed against her wholly eluded him. Realizing the nefarious philanderer must have played tricks, Rati inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. But at that time, Konrad wrapped his hands around her waist and trailed his tongue across her slender neck while Kama stepped increasingly closer toward her.
Rati's heart rate broke the sound barrier, while breath shortness assailed her. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped for breath!
"Ahh...ahh...ahh…"
The astounded devi panted, inwardly cursing heavens for placing the embodiment of decadence in her path. Alarmed, Kama believed Rati neared cultivation deviation, rushed to her side, and attempted to hold her hands within his. But afraid of revealing the turbulences within her pulse, Rati avoided the hand grasp, causing Kama's face to contort into a frown.
But as soon as it flashed, it dispersed.
"Love, what is wrong with you?"
Kama inquired in an urgent tone demanding explanations. However, no reply came from Rati's lips. Instead, her face flushed red, and her panting intensified. And with Konrad languorously kissing her cheeks, neck, and shoulders, how else could it be?
Worse, the devilish creature's hands cupped her cantaloupe-sized breasts, applying only enough pressure that with her panting and heaving chest. Kama would not notice the cupping. But little did Rati expect that Konrad would push the vice to the next level and pinch her nipples!
"Ahh…cultivation error...cultivation error..."
Rati attempted to stifle her moan, but how could Kama not notice the strange intonations within her breath? Was it possible that out of sexual frustration, she resorted to a new kind of self-pleasuring technique?
As his thoughts neared that territory, Kama's frown returned, and as if to help him onto that road, Konrad freed one of Rati's fully erect nipples, and lowered the free hand onto her crotch, tracing his finger across her rising clit before lowering it on her labia, all through the fabric of her pants.
At first, it was but a casual trailing, but Rati could already feel jolts of electricity assail her from inside. It was as if every single one of Konrad's fingers induced vibration waves meant to heighten sexual pleasure. Meanwhile, he still played her left breast as his tongue and lips danced on her neckline.
"Aaah...."
Rati released an involuntary moan, this time without concealment. Kama staggered on his seat. And going a step further, Konrad pressed his fingers on the devi's lower lips, teasing them with a gradual rubbing while the formless vibration waves carried on with their assault.
Now, as if oblivious to Kama's presence, Rati wantonly panted.
"Ooh...ooh...ohhh!"
The moans left no room for interpretation and Kama rose in outrage!
"Rati, what the hell are you doing?! I may not be able to...not be able to perform in other departments, but if you need release, you can just ask me! How can you resort to such techniques in my presence?!"
The deva snarled in a mixture of rage, shame, and indignation. Rati, however, failed to understand the words, and clenched her now moistening inner thighs as she tensed in an impending orgasm.
"Ooooohhh!"
A wave of bliss swept over the devi's mind, and as she shuddered in her orgasm, she arched her back, her lips curved into an "O" shape, and she collapsed in Konrad's grasp.
"You!"
Kama growled in humiliation, and red with shame, turned heels to bolt past the door! With a smirk, Konrad lowered the still trembling devi onto the bed, and pulled up her belly shirt to release those ample breasts of hers.
"Now, now, let's move on to the main course."


Government intelligence agencies realized that Konrad, the world’s number one wife robber, was endowed with a supreme weapon allowing him to turn the purest of maidens into hungry beasts: The Golden Rod!

Eager to obtain that marvelous weapon for their own nefarious purposes, powerful politicians send their teams after him, hoping to capture and analyze the rod. Konrad was chased from one corner of the world to another and ultimately cornered. But in a fit of fury, he chose to destroy what they worked so hard to obtain!

“Screw your ten thousand ancestors! Only I can wield the golden rod! Since you want it so badly, then fetch its remains!”

He howled as he aimed a gun at the golden rod. But suddenly, the sky darkened, and purple lightning struck him from above.

“Fool! This is a national treasure! Who gave you the right to harm it?”

The Happiness God roared in indignation while sending Konrad into reincarnation. 

“This time put the treasure to better use. Complete all the quests, and I might even let you enjoy the sweet fruits of paradise!”

“God, I won’t disappoint you!” 

Happiness God even gave him a tailor-made system. But there was one problem, he was reborn in the body of a half-incubus eunuch caned to death for offending the emperor’s favorite consort!

*YIKES* 

Empresses, imperial consorts, princesses, daughters of powerful families. Within the confines of the Holy Flame City, no beauty is safe from Konrad’s demonic clutches.

“Finally, a body matching my demonism.”

“To all the beauties of this world, I announce that your conquest now begins!”



Tags: Harem, System, R-18, Mature, Reincarnation, Anti-Hero, Shameless Protagonist, Overpowered Protagonist, Immoral Protagonist, Dual Cultivation, Demons, Politics, Comedy, Face-smacking.

Author's note: You can expect a lot of smut, comedy, and face-smacking. If any of this bothers you, this is not for you. 
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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.

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