
There were no other customers in the restaurant. Sighing in despair, Uncle Li and his wife were sitting opposite each other and discussing the restaurant's revenues. They were very confident when buying the diner, but they never expected that the business wouldn't improve much since then, because it was difficult to attract customers from the other restaurants around them.
Seeing Zhang Zian and another customer walk in, Uncle Li and his wife quickly greeted them.
Since it wasn't meal time yet, Zhang Zian only ordered two cups of orange juice.
After the orange juice was served, Uncle Li and his wife left them alone.
If Zhang Zian had never ran into Meng Li at the library and received help from him that day, it would have been impossible for Zhang Zian to ever locate the untitled book. Meng Li had left the library before Zhang Zian, who had been wondering about this question ever since that time. Today, he'd ran into Meng Li again. He wouldn't miss another opportunity to find out the answer.
Meng Li didn't have a deep impression of that day. When Zhang Zian reminded him, he remembered and said, "Oh, that was the subject you were referring to. Manager Zhang, are you really studying mathematics?"
"I'm slightly interested in it," Zhang Zian said vaguely. "How did you know that the book was hidden in the reference book section?"
"Hidden in the reference book section?" Stunned, Meng Li corrected him. "No, no, you're misunderstood. I mean, assuming that there was such a book about life, the universe, and everything, it should be placed in the reference book section. It was merely my assumption. A book like that doesn't truly exist, right? Or have you really found such a book?"
"No, I haven't. It was just the slip of the tongue." Zhang Zian tried to cover up his previous question. "Is there anything special about the origin of the book? How did you decide that it would be in the reference section?"
Meng Li smiled confidently. "Assuming there is such a book, not only could I conclude that it would be in the reference book section, but I could also determine that it would be placed on a bookshelf with various dictionaries."
Holy crap! Zhang Zian was shocked.
That was f**king amazing!
Meng Li obviously had left the library before Zhang Zian that day, but it seemed like he had witnessed Zhang Zian finding the untitled book next to a pile of English dictionaries.
Zhang Zian became increasingly curious. Knowing that Meng Li was holding him in suspense, Zhang Zian said calmly, "Mr. Meng, are you able to know things without fortune telling?"
"No, I don't have that kind of ability." Meng Li stopped smiling and said seriously, "Have you heard of Hyperwebster?"
"What?" Startled, Zhang Zian racked his brain to search for the term in his memory, but nothing came up. 
Meng Li explained, "Hyperwebster is a thought experiment proposed by the famous mathematician and science fiction novelist Dr. Ian Stewart. This thought experiment means that, assuming that such a dictionary exists, and that the dictionary consists of 26 English letters, starting with A, ending with an infinite number of Z, like this—"
To demonstrate, Meng Li pulled out a napkin, laid it out on the table, and wrote on it with a pen he had:
A, AA, AAA, AAAA...
AB, ABA, ABAA, ABAAA...
AC, ACA, ACAA, ACAAA...
...
Z, ZA, ZAA, ZAAA...
ZB, ZBA, ZBAA, ZBAAA...
...
ZZ, ZZZ, ZZZZ, ZZZZZ...
Zhang Zian was perplexed, but he saw that the sequence of these letters seemed to be similar to what he'd seen previously in that untitled book.
Meng Li pushed the napkin to Zhang Zian and put the pen down. He asked, "You know what this means? This means that the Hyperwebster contains all the possible combinations of English letters. Whether they're English words that exist now, or new words that will be coined in the next hundred or thousand years later, they're already included in the Hyperwebster. For example, 'zidecuz'. This isn't a word, and it isn't currently included in any dictionary. If someone were to write this word, it would definitely be thought of as a misspelling. But maybe a year in the future, the word will be given some sort of meaning from people. At that time, people would be surprised to find that this word has already been included in the Hyperwebster, assuming that such a dictionary does exist."
Meng Li drank a few mouthfuls of orange juice to wet his throat, giving Zhang Zian time to process what he'd said.
Zhang Zian stared at the strange letter combinations on the napkin and tried to keep up with Meng Li's explanation.
Meng Li added, "Not only that, but because this dictionary includes all possible English words, these words may also constitute all possible entries. Theoretically, the answers to all the unsolved mysteries in history, and everyone and everything in this world, can be found in this dictionary. These entries may further form all possible passages, from the first poorly-written composition by an English writer from just a corner of the world, to The Declaration of Independence, the English version of Dream of the Red Chamber, the complete works of Shakespeare, the Encyclopedia Britannica, all the English books collected in the US Library of Congress, and all of the great articles written by an unborn writer. All of this is inside of this dictionary."
At this, Meng Li changed his tone and smiled relaxingly. "Well, at this point, you should be able to understand that the content of this dictionary is infinite. It has a beginning, but no end. The number of the letters inside the dictionary is more than all the atoms in the universe, because the total number of atoms in the universe is limited, while the letters in the dictionary are infinite. This book can only stay in people's imagination, it can never appear in the real world. Even if you exhausted all the time and atoms in the universe, you wouldn't be able to finish writing this dictionary."
"My life is finite, but the book is infinite." Zhang Zian whispered to himself.
"What?"
Zhang Zian's voice was so low that Meng Li didn't hear him clearly.
"No, nothing." Zhang Zian waved his hand. "I'm just a bit shocked."
Meng Li nodded and picked up his cup of orange juice, "It's normal. The Hyperwebster is a thought experiment that few people know about except for those in the mathematics community. It is not as well-known as the Schrodinger's cat, which the public takes great pleasure in talking about. So, when you told me then that you were looking for a book about life, the universe, and everything, I immediately thought of the Hyperwebster. In fact, I was joking with you back then. Afterwards, I worried that I had committed a huge sin by misleading you to find the wrong book. By the way, what on earth was the book you wanted to find that day?"
Zhang Zian smiled. "It was actually a science fiction novel—the third installment of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy written by Douglas Adams, and the title of the book was called Life, the Universe, and Everything."
"I see," Meng Li realized. "I rarely read science fiction. No wonder I hadn't heard about it. What a shame!"


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

she entered in the school and first day of school she is late.
she takes her step towards the classroom,
 in the voice of rainfall  and the smooth wind. 
her footsteps makes some noise in the water of floor. she entered in classroom with a timid voice and look for her old friend Lisa with her shy eyes she found her and some old classmates also. she takes her seat and set  gracefully .she is kinda cute not so pretty, ordinary but pretty than other classmates. all students watch her and chattering with others.she is too shy but fortunately she had some old friends there so it's a relief. Then after that day she takes her seat with Lisa both of them take each other as best friend ,in her dictionary best friend word only dedicated to one person and she refer Lisa as her best friend from eight years and so. she takes her as a best friend because she is her competitor in study and always takes first position beside this they are not so close. but she is too naive to understand friendship ,in her life she only know mumma, papa and elder sister as close person but in reality they are not so close .because she is not understand the meaning behind the word close person but in her life at that time she never feel to make someone close to her. she is just a naive child perfect in studies,obedient to parents and with timid personality,she is jang mee.
she make her friend circle of four girls .lisa ,jang mee and two twin sister Rachel and Rebeca they all hangout  together .all other girls jealous from them because they are perfect in everything. Lisa and jang mee are the toppers and Rebeca and Rachel good in sports. they are always stay happy together  but they all have no real goal or dream of life they just flow with the flow of time .jang mee always stay away from boys she is like have a phobia from boys .Rachel always tease jang mee but she is also protective towards jang mee. one year of school is passed with happiness and now
 a new guy take his entry...

{18 April 2184 AD}

Hideyoshi Bunker, the eminent scientist, was absentmindedly riding through Tokyo. 

After yet another twenty-hour workday, the pioneering workaholic had again left the university's laboratory after midnight.

In a change of routine, however, he had put his electric self-driving car into manual-mode, nostalgically recalling how his father had taught him how to drive the 'old-fashioned way'. 

Hideyoshi still kept his old man's car in one of his garages; it was his favourite way of keeping this cherished memory alive.

("Haha, I'm turning into one of those old melancholic fools I used to make fun of...") He silently remarked. 

The few who would still manually drive a car were the rare nostalgic types and eccentric collectors and hobbyists.

Thoughts about how times had drastically changed, put him into a reminiscent mood. Due to mental and physical exhaustion, he couldn't stop long-forgotten memories of youth from flooding his mind. 

The involuntary daydreaming and accumulated fatigue acted like a sleeping pill. 

He was now drifting in and out of unconsciousness as sweet melodies of the past nursed him to sleep.

[...]

{19 April ????}

Hideyoshi was waking up.

("By God... did I oversleep?") He felt as if he had slept for years on end.

("I haven't felt so well-rested since I was in my teens or twenties!") He silently thought as both guilt and satisfaction rose within him.

While he was still in bed, he rubbed his eyes before opening them.

"Euhm?" He mumbled before abruptly grasping for air.

Hideyoshi's eyes opened very widely as an overwhelming sense of disorientation filled his whole being.

("Where am I?)

He again was about to rub his eyes but stopped when he noticed that his hands had changed!?

("How can this be!? Is this a lucid dream?")

He carefully examined the hands.

("Normally the hands and palms should show irregularities if this were a dream! But... they're perfectly normal! I bet doctor Aizawa would love nothing than to put me in a sleeping lab if I told her this...")

He proceeded to slowly feel his face.

("It seems I'm a boy?)

He hesitantly patted around the chest area.

...
He let out a slight sigh of relief.
...

(I should look around for now...")

The first rays of the sun had only recently brightened the sky. 

He sat upright in his bed and looked around the dim and messy room. 

("Definitely a teenage boy... the posters... he must be into some sort of punk-rock music? Their clothing style... are they from the late 20th century or 21st-century revivalists?")

He stretched his arm to turn on the lamp on his bedside cabinet. He then came out of bed and took a few measured steps.

"Ah!" He reflexively exclaimed after spotting a door that was slightly ajar, likely the bathroom door.

("The bedroom is quite spacious already and this boy has a private bathroom too?! Must be an upper-middle-class family...")

He picked up a notebook on his way to the bathroom.

("It's his diary... Oh! It seems I'm starting to recall some things, although vaguely...")

Hideyoshi felt the prior disorientation dissipate as curiosity took its place.

("Hm, most interesting. My own mind and personality are intact though I feel like another person. Yet this person's memories are as if coming back to me like they were my own... I should talk to Aizawa-san hereafter, even I would like to study this phenomenon.")

Hideyoshi was starting to feel intrigued and entertained by this unique and strange experience. Nevertheless, he had not once considered it to be more than a lucid dream - albeit an exceptionally credible dream.

He entered the bathroom while portions of hazy memories were being recovered. 

During the process of remembering, the emotions and attitudes of the unknown boy were slowly resurfacing as well.

Hideyoshi looked into a shattered full-length mirror, stretched his arms and legs and dispassionately examined his 'dream-body'.

("Caucasian, male,... around 5 foot 11, between ages fifteen and seventeen, not more than 130 pounds. Pale skin, dark blonde, no, light brown ash hair, hazel coloured eyes, high cheekbones, wide jaw, almond-shaped eyes, hm... A mix of Northern European and... Eastern European, euhm, Slavic descent? Some slightly effeminate features...")

("All in all, good genes... He should eat and exercise more, get more sunlight and correct his posture ...") The physician and counsellor in him emerged.

Since the boy had been sleeping in his underwear, Hideyoshi could quickly make an accurate assessment thanks to his comprehensive clinical knowledge and experience.

("I can feel his feelings without losing myself in them...")

"It seems to be a case of teenage angst. It would explain his musical inclinations, gloomy room, poor posture and downhearted moods." He was now speaking aloud out of habit. When thinking of a diagnosis, he would sometimes speak softly to himself, even when alone.

"I remember I... the boy slammed the mirror with a metal bat, ... yesterday evening, in a fit of anger and despair..."

("Loneliness, anxiety, reactive anger, confusion, depression, guilt, hope, sorrow...") Hideyoshi calmly tried to name the emotions as they came up and stirred within him. He fully and intimately felt them but constantly regarded them to be someone else's - which in his mind they were.

He examined the whole body more closely, especially the wrists.

("Good, he hasn't harmed himself. At least in the way, I thought...") 

He decided to look for clues. For some reason, he felt it was better to wait before opening the diary. He instinctively cleaned up the room as he did so. 

As a control-freak obsessed with cleanliness, he couldn't help himself. 

...

After an hour and a half of cleaning, the room looked totally different. Although the room had been messy, it luckily wasn't dirty and didn't take too much time to clean up.

He had torn off those posters, removed the excessively heavy and dark curtains, picked up and thrown away all waste and neatly put away both clean and dirty clothes. 

He had also picked up the shards, put down the broken mirror and cleaned the whole bathroom.

He had also systematically arranged the extensive collection of books, noting the boy's serious interest in eastern culture and philosophy.

("Curious... most of these books are old, they won't give me much of a clue...")

After he was done with cleaning, he opened the window and looked out.

("Well... I know where I am now!") He smiled.

He gazed at the neighbourhood and saw a familiar flag decorating several homes. 

He unconsciously hummed the 'star spangled banner'.

("I guess the style would be 'Neo-Colonial'¹?") 

("As I thought, I'm somewhere between the 20th and 21st century...") He vaguely remembered his paternal grandfather's longspun speeches on architecture when they were vacationing.

("It must still be very early in the morning for there to be this little activity.") He quietly deduced it was around the middle of spring.")

("... like in the waking world.")

"I should give that diary a look now..." He promptly decided.

He went back into the bathroom, where he had placed the notebook.

He picked it up and opened it carefully.

...

As soon as he had done so - feelings, emotions, memories, thoughts, fantasies, ... not his own, emerged from within.

He was stunned by the overwhelming amount of data that came out of nowhere.

...

He slowly recovered his bearing and read the only page where something was written on it:

{"First and final entry"}
{"18 April  2002"}
{"I've been practising the ancient ritual of the Bonyoshi-Hisakoro sect for 108 days in a row now, completing the rite on the eve of my sixteenth birthday."}
{"According to the instructions, I am only to leave my most important wish for the Atarashī seishin²}

{"Shukufuku sa retaI³,"}
{"I hope you can bring good fortune to those around me."}
{"Tashi Boncoeur"}
{Signature}

...

"What?" He blurted out.

Hideyoshi's felt as if the floor had caved in. All the hairs on his body were raised, cold sweat dripped at odd places and his hands were shaking.

"What farce is this!?" He almost shouted.

He raced to the grand library which had previously been hidden by used clothes and bedsheets. He hurriedly picked all the dictionaries he could find. 

Going through them one by one, he eventually confirmed his eerie suspicions by searching through a massive name dictionary.

...

He proceeded to read out loud.

"Dad's name, 'Boniface Bunker'... and the boy's name, 'Tashi Boncoeur' ..."

"The names 'Boncoeur' and 'Bunker' are derived from Old French 'bon cuer' which means 'good heart' ..."

"... 'Tashi' means 'good fortune' in Tibetan. 'Boniface' is derived from the Latin name 'Bonifatius', meaning 'good fate '..."

"... Mom's name... 'Hisakawa Kokoro'..."

"... 'Hisakawa' means 'long time ago' and  'stream'... "

"... 'Kokoro' means 'soul' ..."

"... Finally, my name. 'Hideyoshi' means 'outstandingly good luck' ..."

"... This is absurd! ..."

...

For some reason, Hideyoshi didn't think he was dreaming anymore, nor that this was some sort of drug-induced delusion. He felt he would have woken up from shock if this had truly been but a dream and what drugs would have left his intellectual faculties intact?

...

("Bonyoshi-Hisakoro... [Bon]-iface, Hide-[yoshi], [Hisa]-kawa, Ko-[koro]")

He self-mockingly noted that he was thinking like a conspiracy theorist.

Nevertheless, since he had seen the unbelievable scientific and biotechnological advancements during his generation, concepts like time-travel and consciousness-transmission were no longer chimaeras of the imagination but very real possibilities that were being worked out.

("A teenager with a penchant for Eastern mysticism and occultism has somehow summoned another consciousness into his own body?") 

He scoffed at his own reasoning.

("Not only that, he succeeded in bringing a 'soul' of the future into the past by some archaic rite recorded by some Shinto-like-sect that bears the mix of my family's names?")

...

Hideyoshi used Tashi's meditation chair to try and regain some equanimity. He collected his thoughts and tried to establish order within his mind.

There two conflicting sets of memories. One was his, the other belonged to Tashi's world.

("Is this one of many possible parallel universes?") 

("... Who's idea was it again? Was it Newton's or Schrödinger's?")

He frowned as he persevered in his mental efforts.

("Not important!") 

("Anyways... it seems that the worlds are quasi-identical")

("On a greater scale, the differences seem minor and negligible. Of course, in a normal person's life, these would be important differences...")

"it's essentially the same world ..." He concluded.

Hideyoshi smirked as he remembered his father's favourite saying.

"Same sh**, different name! Ey dad?" He loudly blurted out.

"Same and different..." He whispered.

A middle-aged Japenese-American pioneer in several scientific fields has his consciousness somehow transferred into the body of a high school sophomore of a parallel world!

After they back home Xin was about to enter his house but he notices Sohara still following him.

Xin puzzle stare at her said, "You're not going home?"

Sohara said, "No i will going to finish my homework in your house"

Xin said,"Are you going to do your homework or you going to scrounge food at my house?"

Sohara smiled pleasantly, "Your cooking is better than so i like eating in your house"

Xin rolled his eyes, "Are you not afraid of gaining weight?"

She answered, "Don't worry my metabolism is fast and I'm not gaining fat even I'm eating your food every day"

Xin glanced at her up and down then stop at his chest side then nodded"Yes I can see where all the fat go"

Seeing Xin staring in a particular part of her body, Sohara know that he is making fun of her again"

"Karate-chops of Doom"

Xin head karate-chop by Sohara again," he tearful said, "Why you need to be violent with me I'm just saying the truth~"

Sohara ready her hand again, "Still going to reason?"

Xin pout, "In future whoever, your husband will be unfortunate"

Sohara happy said, "Don't worry if I can't find a boyfriend I will wait for you to grow up and marry me~"

Xin did not want to continue to listen to her, He enter and takes slipper then he come to his room and change.

Xin asks,"Sohara what kind of dish you want me to make?"

Sohara were sitting at the livingroom starting doing her homework said, "Anything is fine I know that every food you made is delicious."

"Ok"

Then Xin make a meat dish and some rice after hour Xin has done and ask Sohara to eat.

While eating Sohara keep talking about new things that happen to her today, while Xin listens to her.

After eating Xin asked her to wash the dishes, then he sit in the living room and start to do his homework.

A few minutes later Sohara has done washing the dishes and sit across from him.

She noticed the stack of letters in the table and ask Xi shows busy in doing his homework.

Sohara, "Xin what are you going to do with this stack of letters?"

Xin indifferent said, "I will read it later, all of the mist just greetings letter anyway."

Sohara stare at Xin, she doesn't know if he was an idiot or genius.

Sohara asks him, "Xin do you know what kind of letter is this?"

Xin said," Greetings Letter?"

Sohara sighed rather helplessly said, "All of this is a love letter, not greeting letter."

Xin stop doing his things and confuse said, "Love letter?"

Sohara nod at him.

Xin doesn't know what kind of letter is that so he stand and go back to his room.

Seeing that he is going somewhere, Sohara asks,"Where are you going?

Xin shrugging his shoulders said, "I'm going to take something at my room."

A few minutes later Xin come back with a book in his hand.

Sohara wonder what kind of book Xin gets,but when she sees the title she can't help but massage her head.

Xin sit and start to find search into the dictionary

He murmurs," Love letter? *sign I finally found it."

Then he read the meaning of it, "A love letter is a way to express feelings of love in written form. Whether delivered by hand, mail, carrier pigeon, or left in a secret location, the letter may be anything from a short and simple message of love to a lengthy explanation of feelings."

After reading Xin still confused so he ask Sohara, "Hey Sohara can you explain to me what love letter is?"

Sohara took a deep breath and inhaled some fresh air, "Love letter is a method to express love in opposite gender"

Xin amaze, "Ho so you saying that if I got love letter, someone has a crush on me?"

"Yes"

Xin then start reading the letter one by one, some letter saying that they admire him some are showing some love interest.

But Xin was a puzzle in some letter because some contain hair or lipstick mark and some stolen photo of him.

Sohara happy for Xin that he has a lot of admirers, but her face became gloomy when she sees the content of some letters.

Sohara said, "Xin beware of this kind of letter, the owner of this letter some weird fetish and somewhere stalker"

"Be aware of them some of the more dangerous may be the will kidnap you and take you like a pet"

Xin said, "Then what should I do?"

Sohara pat her chest and said, "Don't worry I'm here if someone happens i will defend you from any harm"

Xin want to say that he can defend himself, but he knows if he told her, he will any get some karate-chop on his head."

After reading all the letters Xin place all of it in a cardboard box and hid it.

...…..

Early in the morning Xin and Sohara were walking to the entrance of the school.

Both of them heard the student clamoring.

Sohara ask one girl, "What happened?"

Blue-hair girl nervous said, "S-Some someone is about to jump off the school building!!"

Sohara was shocked,while Xin confuses ask, "Jumping in the building?"

The girl hurry said, "Yes jumping off the building"then the girl run to see.

Sohara and Xin come to see who's brave enough to jump off the building.

"Isn't that ..Sugata-senpai?"

Xin puzzle said, "Sugata-senpai?"

One onlooker said, "It's the guy from the 'New Continent Discovery Club' that well-known geek in our school"

Then they see that the guys ready to jump with his glider.

Xin amaze in what he sees, he knows that normal humans can't fly that's why they invented different kinds of equipment to help them achieve their dream.

But this guy is extreme he were going to jump off the building.

....

The quest to find hope, dream and true love


Accompany Xin to find an answer to his question and find the path to become a god



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Chapter 1227: Be Responsible For Flirting
Sa Peachwood, tinitignan ni Ning Xi ang mga comment sa Weibo niya.
Sa ilang araw na lumalabas sa sinehan ang "Dream Chaser", umabot na sa 20 million ang fans ni Ning Xi sa Weibo at lalo pang dumadami.
Nagsisimula na rin ang fans na tawagin si Ning Xi bilang "Bro Xi". Syempre, mas marami ring mga tao ang tumatawag sa kanya na "Asawa" at "Prince Charming".
[Kung mag-popost ng picture si Bro Xi na nakabihis lalaki, lulunok ako ng limang karton ng shampoo, kokopyahin at isusulat ko lahat ng nasa news broadcast, bibiyakin ko 'yung durian gamit lang ang kamay ko, pupulbusin ko 'yung isang malaking bato gamit ang dibdib ko, iuuntog ko 'yung ulo ko sa semento, magba-bungee jump ako nang walang tali, sasalo ako ng espada gamit lang ang kamay ko, kakain ako ng dalandan na may balat pa, kokopyahin ko ang buong Chinese dictionary, proverb dictionary, Chinese-English dictionary, ang Book of Dao, ang Three Character Classic, ang Classic of Mountain and Sea, ang three hundred Tang dynasty poems, at ang five hundred Song dynasty poems! Ganyan ako ka-sigurado!]
[Ning Xi, inaakusahan ka namin ng pagnanakaw! Maraming dalaga ang nagsabing ninakaw mo ang mga puso nila,kaya ngayon pinaparusahan ka nila at sinasabi nilang kailangan mong 'Panagutan mo ang pag-akit mo sa amin! Kung hindi, hahabulin ka namin hanggang sa dulo ng mundo!']
[Asawa ko, kung medyo mas pangit ka lang, maiisipan ko pang mamalengke, manood ng pelikula, kumain ng Western food, maglakad lakad at hangaan ang langit tuwing gabi, pag-usapan ang poetry o mga life philosophy kasama ka, pero sobrang gwapo mo gusto lang kitang makasama sa kama palagi!]
[Ano'ng pinagkaiba ng buhay na 'di makakasiping kay Bro Xi mula sa pagiging isang daing na bangus?]
…
Dahil siguro sa hindi malilimutang pagganap ni Ning Xi na tumatak sa mga puso ng manonood, bukod sa napakaraming mga umamin, marami rin ang kinukwestiyon ang sekswalidad ni Ning Xi at kung nagkakagusto nga ba siya sa babae…
Habang binabasa niya ang lahat ng napakaraming comments ng mga tao na gusto siyang ikama at kapag iniisip niyang puro babae ang mga 'to, natutuwa si Ning Xi.
Mukhang nakikita rin ni Lu Tingxiao ang mga comment. Tuwid lang ang mukha niya at nagsalita ito, "Bakit 'yung mga babae ngayon napaka…harot?"
Nang makita ni Ning Xi ang itsura ni Lu Tingxiao, natawa siya. "Ganito lang sila magsabi na gusto nila ako! Kunwari, ganyan din ako sa'yo…"
Lumapit si Ning Xi sa tenga ni Lu Tingxiao at bumulong, "Mas mabuting makatabi ka sa kama kaysa sa sampung kilometro ng batis, mas masayang kasama ka sa kama kaysa akitin ka, mas mabuting maikama ka kaysa maging tapat sa'yo,mas mabuting ikama ka kaysa sa libu-libong haba ng bundok at ilog, mas mabuting ikama ka kaysa…"
Nanliit ang mga mata ni Lu Tingxiao, umikot ito at itinulak si Ning Xi pababa. "Kailangan mong panagutan 'tong panlalandi mo sa'kin."
Uy! Nagamit ng demonyo ang salita ng fans!
Nagagamit niya talaga ang natututunan niya…
Mabilis na sumagot si Ning Xi, "Syempre, kahit na kailangan kong maging flirt minsan, ikaw lang ang pananagutan ko, okay!? Isa pa…lalaki ang gusto ko, 'di ka pa ba sigurado dun?"
Nang sabihin niya 'yun, hinalikan siya ng lalaki ng napakatindi hanggang halos mamaga ang malalambot niyang mga labi at hanggang makuntento ang lalaki.
Akala ni Lu Tingxiao ay 'di na siya naaapektuhan ng mga 'to, pero ang totoo ay kahit ilang beses niyang maranasan, kahit na babae pa sila, basta nakikita niyang gusto nilang agawin ang asawa niya, 'di niya ito kaya.
Kahit ganun, napakahaba pa rin ng pasensya ni Ning Xi sa kanya. May paraan ang dalaga para tanggalin ang pag-aalala niya palagi.
Ang pinaka-ayaw niya at ang iniiwasan niya ay ang makontrol ng iba ang emosyon niya. Pero, sa harap ni Ning Xi, masaya siyang nagpapasailalim dito at ineenjoy niya pa ang pagkontrol nito sa kanya.
May naalala bigla si Ning Xi at napatayo ito. "Mmm, oo nga pala, Lu Tingxiao, hintayin mo 'ko. Magbibihis lang ako. TUlungan mo akong kumha ng picture! Sabi ni Director Cehn, lalagpas na ng $5 million ang box office natin. Gusto nilang bigyan ng reward ang mga fans! Ngayong naiisip ko 'yun…karamihan ng request ay makita akong nakabihis lalaki. Siguradong magugustuhan nila 'yun!"


SYNOPSIS

“Honey, gusto ko talaga ‘yung script sa drama…Kaya lang medyo mas maraming sex scenes ngayon. Pwede ko pa bang tanggapin?”
Kalmadong sumagot si Lu Tingxiao, “Sige lang.”
Nang gabing ‘yun, bumangon si Ning Xi mula sa kama nang nanginginig ang mga binti at nakakapit sa mga rail.
Tinanong siya ulit ni Lu Tingxiao, “Gusto mo pa bang kunin ‘yung project?”


Isabella POV

After running for like 10 minutes I didn't know what was going on? How I reached the apartment ? How I found the keys and opened the door , I don't remember a thing.

I just entered my room and laid on the bed sobbing like crazy. I have never seen this side of him. He was so gentle to me all the time that never have I ever imagined seeing this . I just laid on there for like an hour . Finally sorting out my thoughts I got up and looked in the mirror. My eyes swollen and red. The blood on my lips dried out. I looked a complete mess.

After taking a long shower I did dinner with Ivy . She was talking all the time her words reached my ears but never my mind. I was soaked into my thoughts.


" Isabella are you alright ??" She held my shoulders. " Yaa " I fake smiled. " What happened to your face ??" She could see my swollen eyes. " I am just tensed up about my exam don't worry I am fine now " I lied. " Okay but please don't overdo yourself " she said sincerely. I was so happy that she was still around. 

To avoid anymore discussion I made my way to the bed room and studied for few hours. I shouldn't be distracted by this, I am doing this for my dreams for myself.

The entrance exam is about in two weeks. I should pay more attention on it. But guess what I was still thinking about him or say I was missing him crazily.

I slapped my self several time ' Shut up you idiot , don't miss him' . I don't know when but I drozed off to sleep thinking about him.


Suddenly I felt a large hand on my waist pulling me . I checked the time it was 2am. I was so sleepy but I can't forgive him like this I turned to face him pushed him away from me he tried to reach me again but I kept a pillow between us.

Now it was like a stare game going on. His eyes were piercing into mine but his expression was showing his guilt and regret. But I was in no mood to show mercy. " What do you want ? " I spat with a don't talk to me expression.

" I am sorry " his voice so faint that I couldn't even hear it. " What ??" I raised my brows. " I am sorry Isabella" he again apologized.

" I can't hear you ?" I acted pulling my ears trying to hear him.

He reached his hands on my lips caressing the bitten area" I'm a f*cking idiot" he cursed himself. " I shouldn't have act like that , I was so scared to lose you that " I cut him " that you even hurt me " I made a Stoic face.

" I am so sorry baby the moment you I saw your tears my heart clenched .I can't imagine losing you you're my everything like ...like you're my dictionary , which adds meaning to everything in my life. I can't f*cking explain in words what you are to me ! And yes you were absolutely right what I did would definitely make things worse but I am ready to face them cause I love you so much , I wanna protect you all my life eventhough I die myself ! "

I just listened to his explanation I didn't make any eye contact . I was so happy hearing those words. We never had this kind of discussion in our relationship .

" Please look at me " he pleaded heartbrokenly.

I looked at him . He was calmly looking at my face like it was his first time . His gaze scared . Aww , my baby is so scared .


I got up and hugged him he hugged back tightly " I love you so much Isabella " he kissed my face and locked lips with me and I hissed in pain " Argh " he instantly broke the kiss and checked my lips. " I am so sorry " he looked he was about to cry . He reached my wardrobe and applied some ointment on my lips. He hugged me again and said sorry like a thousand times ." Please say something " he whispered.


I cleared myself" Eventhough I am talking to you but I am not going to forgive you so easily , you need to try hard."

" I will do anything for you , I will gain your apology I am sure " he was cheerful now . I was happy looking him smile . We finally cuddled up and slept.


The next morning while going to college , I noticed something on my car. There were some red roses along a card with message " When we're near when we're apart,you're the only one who holds key to my heart . I love you ! "

It brought a huge smile on my face. Blake was trying to apologize to me . It was kind of romantic. There were my favourite chocolates too!! Wow this apology thing literally made me excited for gifts in upcoming days.

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Within few days she forgave Blake . His surprises took her heart. Everyday she received a rose with a romantic card , some days it would be a teddy or a whole chocolate basket.

His attempts to make her forgive him made her believe that he was sincere for her and loved her more than anything else. Sometimes she felt this man was a dream . She never wants this dream to end. May everything go well for us she prayed to God everyday .



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Soon Isabella's entrance exam came and went by. She did well in the exam scoring a high rank. Now she had applied for her dream college she hopes that everything goes well . Now was the time for last exams of college. After this everyone will be going there separate ways.

Blake and her were having the best time of their life together there college exams went well finally they were graduated .But she knew it was time for them to separate as he can't always stay with her. Even he has to build his career and life. She didn't wanted to stop him from achieving anything. But she didn't wanted to separate from him.

So she decided they would stay in long distance relationship. At first Blake was tensed hearing that but after persuading he agreed he knew her love for him. She would never cheat on him. She would never leave him.

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Today all of them were excited as their classmates are throwing last party together .

Ivy and Noah left for shopping dresses for the party. Blake was busy with some other important stuff so he couldn't stay with Isabella at home together while those love birds were away .

Isabella decided to try on dresses but was tired trying on dresses for tonight , she felt thirsty and went by to have have some juice and noticed a letter on the floor near door.


' OMG !! Did Blake wrote it ' she excitedly went by and but it seemed kind of different. It isn't from Blake . But who sent her a letter as It read her name .

She unsealed it and there was the holy shrine. The golden ticket .she gasped looking at it.

The moment she read the content warm tears rolled down her cheeks.

She was selected in her dream college . She squealed in happiness and jump and ran around the house like crazy . ' I f*cking can't believe I made it ' she screamed like a baby.

' I should tell Blake.' she thought and called him. But while ringing she thought she should tell him face to face.

' Okay today I'm gonna get ready like a goddess and surprise him with this . Yes this is the right plan. '

Finally she opened her cupboard and opened the special dress her aunt gifted her. The dress was amazing but was revealing so she never wore it . But today was it's day .

She wore a black of shoulder crop top and a white body fit skirt. It was like made for her curves. Some baddie makeup look and black heels . 'Yaa baby you look hot in this 'she kissed the mirror.



Finally it's the time for party.


Blake's POV


It's been like 30 minutes I have been waiting for Isabella . Noah and Ivy would have reached there. What is she doing whats taking so long. ?? Why do these girls take so much time ??? " ArghI'm tired standing."

Finally I see the door open and the goddess walked like a gazelle towards me. She looked so hot so beautiful.


I have never seen this hot side of her. The dress was very revealing those class creeps will surely try their luck tonight I felt like hiding her away for my viewing only. Today her look was sort of bad girl one but f*cking attractive.


At last the fashion walk ended and she was standing in front of me I was dumbfounded. She was smiling . I was speechless for like some time . " Ummhmmm" I cleared my thoart." You look beautiful baby " I complimented . " Thank you " and tiptoed and kissed my lips. We kissr like crazy . I felt like striping This dress here and have her. But I Gould control.

I complimented her look through out the ride . Today Everything about her was different. I felt like I met her the first time. 

Her face , her lips , her body everything was just incredible. But her eyes were filled with new shine which I haven't seen. They were like dazzling . Is she really excited for the party??.


We got out of car and entered the venue hand in hand. Today Isabella took special permission from Noah that me and her will appear as fake couple to avoid crepy guys bothering her. Little did he knew about us.

We raised toast, played games danced like crazy. Enjoyed the party .


Isabella excused me and went to the restroom.

After like fifteen minutes of waiting for her , a waiter came and handed me some chit. Strange who could it be???I opened it it

" Meet me upstairs in top left room. 😉

- Your love "

She was playing a naughty game huh?. I'm in .

I reached the room and opened the door. The room was pitch dark. I couldn't see a thing with wobbly step I walked in

" Isabella ??? Where are you ??" I bumped into something . " Ouch " after touching I noticed It was bed. 

Suddenly two hands wrapped around my neck pulling me into a kiss. I picked her up and kissed back . It was the first time she was kissing so passionately . While kissing she started unbuttoning my shirt. " Naughty girl is so excited for me?? " I spoke but she was quiet. I kissed her sweet spot . But she didn't moan . Why is she so quiet tonight ?? I kissed her chest and again she was silent . " Whats wrong ?? I asked . Then I felt long nails running on chest. Wait a minute Isabella hates keeping long nails ?? It isn't her!!!!!

I pushed the girl away from me." Who are you ??? " I yelled at her . I'm 100% sure she isn't Isabella. Who is she and why did she call me ? where's Isabella ??. I was busy finding the switch the door banged opened.

It was last person I wanted to see me shirtless with an unknown girl.


Tears rolled down that doll's face. She covered her face with her hands. " Isabella !" I reached to touch her she slapped me " I hate you!!!!" she spat angerily and walked away.

Namjoon P.O.V.

After the dinner Seokjin and I headed our way home.

"Wait. Stop the car."

"Huh?" I ask, slowly stopping the car onto the side

"Let's go... Our research facility..." it was 12 at night and I didn't want to protest since, well, he's my fiancé.

Our research faculty was founded when Seokjin and I partnered up during university. We won multiple science and biology competitions, so money was not a problem.

I named it the Kim Research Facility, taken from both of our surnames.

When we got there I followed Seokjin as he sped walked into our office, he punched in some numbers in a chest hidden under the floor board, I didn't know Seokjin had that?

"What are you looking for?" I ask

"This!" He pulled out a book from the chest that was full with scrolls, glass jars with specimens, books, and other paper backs

"That cat boy! I've never seen anything like it! When Jungkook told me about his encounter, I couldn't help but think of an urban legend my grandfather told to me. He gave me this book, passed down from my great great grandparents." Seokjin blurted our while flipping through the pages

"That thing is ancient than."

"I found it!"

"Well read it than!"

I walked over to my side of the room and pulled out a pack of twinkies, and settled up the sofa bed we had in our offices for nights where we didn't want to go home

"What have you found, love?" I ask

He plops down onto the sofa with me getting under the sheets still holding onto the book

"What I have understood is, a scientist named namith gnab (points to you if you know who it is) artificially created and fertilized a cat egg with human sperm. Thus giving the fetus cat features. He fertilized dozens upon dozens of different breeds and even wild cat eggs. The public accepted it, but governs sought out to extinguish the unnatural life. As birth rates were 2 hybrids to 1 human, meaning that chances are, a hybrid was more likely to be born than a human child if you cross breed. They eventually contained most of the hybrids, promising a vaccination that will prevent hybrids from diseases. Eventually the population died off."

"That's... so much information..." I say

"Yeah, my head hurts too."

"So uh, what do we do with this information?"

"We need him."

My eyes widen

"Jimin?"

My fiancé nodded "we need his DNA, blood samples, hair, anything! This could change humanity!"

I sigh, this is whom I'm marrying into. "How are we gonna do that?"

"I don't know Namjoon, we'll find a way, we WILL find a way"

I sunk down onto the sofa bed,

Kim Seokjin, you are a genius. A mad genius, the mad genius I love.

Third Person P.O.V.

Jimin was sitting by the window ledge, with a dictionary on his lap,

The moon was quiet beautiful, the snowy white roads looked so soft, and the midnight air was just so breezy.

He opened the worn out dictionary he found in Jungkook's closet, his small fingers stroke the frayed pages of the book, the drawings, the words, the spills Jungkook had left his marks on the book.

Even the phrase "King Jeon Jungkook" with  stick figure drawing found on the back of the book cover made Jimin smile.

He was determined

Determined to tell Jungkook that...

A/N: Cliffhanger :]

The three of them stood before the door for a while. Before long, someone entered the courtyard from the entrance. 

"Is Pharmacist Qingyang here?" An emaciated white-haired elder stumbled into the courtyard. Black eye-bags were clearly visible on his face, making him look haggard and unkempt. He tripped and fell before the door, then slapped the door with all his strength.

"Elder Yu!?" Dong Qi was alarmed. "How did you become like this?"

The old man seemed to notice Dong Qi only now. He craned his neck to look at Lu Sheng and Xu Chui, who were standing beside her.

"Oh, it’s niece Dong. Long time no see… this old man has some matters to discuss with the pharmacist. Have you seen Pharmacist Qingyang?"

"No… we haven’t. We just got here too…" Dong Qi replied softly.

Disappointed, the old man sighed, then turned to leave without even bothering to ask who Lu Sheng was.

A while later, many more came looking for the pharmacist. Upon discovering that he was not present, they looked exceptionally disappointed. These were all the upper echelon of Tea Sect. But one trait was shared by all of them—heavy eye bags and a look of not having slept for days.

Lu Sheng noticed that they were all unsettled, in panic, and dazed, as if they had seen something wrong.

The three of them waited in the courtyard for an hour. Finally, a white-haired, hump-backed old man slowly entered into the courtyard. 

"Niece Dong… you’ve come…" the old man’s expression was wooden, with a tinge of green. "Have you come to look at my precious mirror too? No problem, uncle will take you in for a look now," his words should clearly have been spoken with an intimate tone. Yet he spoke with a dazed and flat tone, making himself sound really strange and awkward.

"The thing is, Uncle Qingyang, my two friends would like to take a look at the mirror too. Is that alright?" Dong Qi squeezed a smile out on her face and whispered to the old man.

"Of course, why wouldn’t it be?" Zhuo Qingyang plastered on an eccentric smile as he stared at Lu Sheng and Xu Chui.

"Come on, I’ll let you take a good look at it," he fished out his key and unlocked the big lock hanging on his door. Then he pushed the door open and entered.

Dong Qi shrank into herself and looked at Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng nodded at her. Slowly, she stepped inside, followed by the two of them.

It was a very ordinary bedroom. The only thing that set it apart from other rooms was a giant stained glass mirror, which was as tall as a man.

The mirror faced the door. The first thing one saw as one opened the door and entered was one’s own reflection in the mirror.

It wasn’t anything novel to Lu Sheng, but it was the first time Xu Chui had seen a stained glass mirror. Piqued by curiosity, he sized up his own reflection in the mirror, clearly intrigued.

"Look at it as you please… this old man is tired. I’m going to lie down for a while…" Zhuo Qingyang sighed, shuffled to his bed, then lay down and slept without a care in the world.

Lu Sheng had intended to ask him some questions. However, one look at this man told him that something was amiss about him. His mannerism was more or less the same as that of others—dazed and weak (much weaker than Dong Qi). Since he was the one that had brought the mirror here, and had even spent day and night with the mirror, how could he be as ordinary as the rest of them?

Now, he was convinced by Dong Qi’s theory. There was truly something fishy going on with this Pharmacist Zhuo Qingyang.

"Let’s take a look at the mirror first," Lu Sheng headed straight for the stained glass mirror.

The mirror comprised a rectangular frame and a large oval mirror within it. The frame was made of copper and carved with countless intricate patterns.

Lu Sheng walked to the front of the mirror and gently caressed the patterns with his finger.

Three types of animal patters had been carved on the frame: the phoenix, the fox, and the dog.

All three types of animals appeared strangely elongated and ancient, as if they were dancing and racing around the mirror.

Xu Chui, on the other hand, was staring at Zhuo Qingyang who was asleep on the bed.

"He’s not concerned in the least that we might damage his mirror. This is a stained glass mirror! It’s a priceless rare gem."

"Perhaps he knows that we cannot possibly damage it," Lu Sheng replied emotionlessly. He flipped the mirror around with a light shove of his hand, his massive strength allowing him to ignore the fact that it weighted more than a hundred catties.

The copper frame behind the mirror was also carved with many animal motifs. Apart from that, the back of the mirror looked coarse and rough, as if someone had scratched it with a knife.

"On the back… there seems to be words there." 

Xu Chui leaned in to examine it.

"I’ve seen such words. It looks like Tang words—the official language of the previous dynasty. It was in vogue for a while at that time. But, because it was impractical and problem-laden, it was abandoned gradually."

"Tang words? Can you understand what it means?" Lu Sheng had some impression of the orthography. He seemed to have come across it in some books he had read in the past.

"I can’t… your subordinate has heard it only from my father, who in turn heard it from a certain old man. Also, because the first line of my family motto was written in Tang words, I’m familiar with how it looks. But I can’t read it," Xu Chui shook his head. Clearly, he had come from a learned and erudite background.

Lu Sheng caressed the words on the back of the stained-glass mirror. There were three of them, each containing at least fifteen strokes and above.

"In that case, who might be able to read it?" Lu Sheng’s eyes glanced at Zhuo Qingyang subconsciously. 

"Let… let me go wake him up…" Dong Qi sucked in a huge breath of air, knowing that she had to be the one to do it. However, while she remained afraid, her fears were being allayed by the presence of two others and the fact that it was broad daylight.

Lu Sheng and Xu Chui nodded at her, giving her the go-ahead to wake him up.

Dogn Qi hesitated and was about to approach the bed when Zhuo Qingyang rose stiffly from the bed without warning. He stared blankly at the three of them, "Is anything the matter?"

Dong Qi quickly stepped forward and introduced Lu Sheng and Xu Chui. Seeing lack of expression on Zhuo Qingyang’s face, she mentioned the matter about the words on the back of the mirror.

"Oh, that… this old man is also unsure what they mean. When I got the mirror, they were carved on it. At first, I thought they were merely carved patterns. Only later did I realize that someone else had etched them on the mirror with a knife."

"You really don’t know?" Lu Sheng walked to the side of the bed, staring at Zhuo Qingyang from above.

The bulging muscles on him made him look thrice as large as the old man. He seemed like he could pinch Zhuo Qingyang to his death with one hand.

"This old man really doesn’t… but if esteemed representative wants to know what they mean, you can look them up in the dictionary. Sect master has collected a series of official Song language dictionaries commissioned by the Royal Family. It’s priceless in value and can be found in the study." 

"In that case, I’ll bring this mirror along with me. After checking it up, I’ll return it to you. Would that be a problem?" Lu Sheng gazed intently at Zhuo Qingyang.

Upon hearing, however, Zhuo Qingyang merely laughed.

"Of course it isn’t. Please do as you like, esteemed representative," he seemed unconcerned at all about the mirror he had once prized above his life.

This man behaved strangely indeed. Even after knowing that Lu Sheng was the esteemed representative from Crimson Whale Sect, he still dared to speak to him on the bed, chucking all manners and customs to the wind. Yet, when he spoke, it was with a tone of respect.

Lu Sheng sized up Zhuo Qingyang once more. No matter how he looked at him, he could detect nothing out of the ordinary about him. Whether it was his breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, etc., he was at best an ordinary old man who had once practiced martial arts but was presently in a weak physical state.

"Alright then. Xu Chui, carry the mirror out. We’re going to the study," Lu Sheng instructed.

"Yes, My Lord."

Xu Chui spoke a few words with Dong Qi. Before long, two guards on sentry outside were summoned. Together, the three of them lifted the stained-glass mirror and quickly left for the study.

Lu Sheng noticed that Zhuo Qingyang remained seated on the bed from beginning to end, watching them impassively as they lifted the mirror.

After the trio including Xu Chui left, Dong Qi followed behind them in the direction of the study, leaving behind Lu Sheng in the room alone with Zhuo Qingyang.

"Pharmacist Qingyang, I’m sure you know my purpose for coming on this trip?" Lu Sheng growled. "It’s to investigate the mysterious disappearances of so many people some time back, as well as the cause of Sect Master Dong Shengping’s death. Regarding this matter, have you got any leads to provide me with?"

Without batting an eyelid, Zhuo Qingyang’s neck turned stiffly towards Lu Sheng.

"What lead does esteemed representative seek? Sect Master Dong Shengping was not killed by me. His disappearance has got nothing to do with this old man either. It’s pointless asking me."

"I’m questioning you because you’re the biggest suspect," Lu Sheng replied. "If you can’t wash yourself clean of suspicion, then I’m left with no choice but to arrest you. In our eyes, whichever method solves the case fastest is the correct method," a threatening look flashed across his face as he stared at Zhuo Qingyang.

"I don’t know anything…" Zhuo Qingyang said dazedly. "Arrest me if you must. Do whatever you want."

Lu Sheng was thrown off. He had not expected such a reply.

After staring at Zhuo Qingyang for a few seconds, he humphed coldly and turned to leave.

When the stained-glass mirror was moved to the study, Lu Sheng made Xu Chui and Dong Qi check the official Song language dictionaries to figure out the meaning behind the words on the back of the mirror.

Before long, they figured it out.

"My Lord, we’ve figured it out. The three words are ‘count’, ‘to’, and ‘ten’."

Xu Chui reported to Lu Sheng, who was sipping on some tea in the main hall. Behind him, Dong Qi’s face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

"Count to ten?"

Lu Sheng stared at her, confused. What did it mean? The three words came out of the blue and he could make neither head nor tail out of it.

"Esteemed representative… there’s something you should know. In the past few days, I’ve been having a recurring dream. It's a nightmare about a little girl playing hide-and-seek, abandoned by her playmates in a field of hay.

The little girl in my nightmare was called Ling Ling. And, she was playing a game called ‘Count to Ten’…" Dong Qi’s face was drained of all color.

"Oh?" Lu Sheng’s eyes narrowed at Dong Qi. "Describe the dream to me in detail."

Dong Qi bit her lower lip, her heart racing madly.

"The dream goes like this…" she described the dream in vivid detail.

"What happened to the little girl, Ling Ling, in the end? Where did she go?" Xu Chui could not help but ask.

"I’ve no idea… probably, nothing good…" Dong Qi panted. Her breathing became constricted even from simply recalling the dream.

"Let’s go take a look at the mirror again," Lu Sheng stood up and emptied the cup of tea down to its dregs.

The three of them headed towards the study together.

Two men had been stationed to stand guard outside the study by Dong Qi so that no one else could come near. Seeing that the three of them had come, both of them bowed in greeting.

"Esteemed representative, Young Miss, you’ve come. The stuff’s inside. Absolutely no one has been inside."

Demons, devils, ghosts and monsters
Plunge the mortals weak in horrors;
Arms of gods and blades of devils,
Shroud the world in untold evils.

Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant in the modern world. After waking from a drunken stupor one day, he found himself trapped in a dangerous world where demons, ghosts and supernatural monsters terrorize the land. 

In this world, ordinary mortals live in dark fear and helplessness, without any means to fight against the supernatural. 

As Lu Sheng struggles desperately for survival, he stumbles upon a game mod he had designed for a mobile phone app in his previous life. It unexpectedly becomes his special ability, which enables him to instantly level up any skill he learns, albeit at a cost.

Thus, Lu Sheng begins his journey, striving for power beyond the reach of a mortal as he treads the way of the Devil…  

The child repeated his question several times, attempting to rephrase it as though he had not understood, while he considered how to answer. It had been difficult enough to explain ordinary sight to one who hadn't realized that he was partially blind. 
"The wise are individuals of various species who can see as dragons see with their true eyes. They can see the strings of the world, even if they cannot discern the finer patterns," he explained. "But even though we are all looking at the same things, we interpret what we see according to our own structure and experience. What a dragon sees as a string of light, one of the wise among the seafolk sees as a dark current, and the few wise among the mankind seem to see the strings as rivers."
"Then other species can also have true eyes?" the child asked doubtfully. "I have never seen anyone except you. Anne's eyes seem completely ordinary to me."
"I don't know for certain, but I have never seen another species with true eyes, although cats seem to have something similar. The wise among other species are usually blind to physical sight, because they do not have two kinds of vision." He couldn't tell if the child understood, but he nodded after a moment.
--
Anne tried to work up enough courage to leave the dubious safety of the bathroom. Passing out and letting herself be carried back to bed sounded easier. Now that she was aware of it, she could see the ripples that shivered the air even here, with a wall between her and whatever was out there.
Dragon. The word meant flying fire breathing lizard to her. Whatever was in the living room was nothing like her image of a dragon. But she did remember hearing somewhere that to other cultures dragons were revered like gods, and she thought they represented wisdom, or maybe thunderstorms.
The frightening voices… she still doesn't know how to describe the sound, but for some reason she couldn't help imagining that a fifty foot parakeet might sound similar. The image almost made her laugh, but really, it would be pretty frightening. Parakeets were vicious little birds in her limited experience. Somehow the sounds grew less frightening with the occasional english word thrown in. Language lessons. Seriously? 
When Chris knocked on the door, she jumped, but he only asked, "Are you doing okay?" When she didn't answer right away, he called out, "Excuse me, I'm coming in to check on you."
She didn't know why she jumped forward to push against the door as it started to open, but it made her head spin. "I'm okay," she insisted, even though she wasn't entirely certain that she was. She was going to add something like, 'I just need a few more minutes', but what came out of her mouth was, "Shouldn't a dragon at least have a scaly tail?"
The door thumped shut as she wavered, now that there was no resistance. She stared at it blankly. The low voices of house sized parakeets conferred for a moment on the other side of that small barrier. A moment later it sounded like someone was dragging the furniture around.
She opened the door to see Chris shoving the couch up against the wall, seemingly oblivious to the golden waves that rippled over and through him, making his whole form waver like a mirage. He turned and looked at her and then… he unfolded somehow and a sort of oriental looking dragon tottered on his hind feet in Chris's place.
Anne closed her eyes, but it didn't help, because it just made the waves coming from the golden sea that she didn't dare turn her focus toward more vibrant. She opened her eyes again to find the dragon holding itself steady with one paw on the couch beside it, and watching her with concern. The mirage-like waver hadn't lessened, but something big filled the rest of the room, blocking the view of the other walls.
She wasn't able to prevent her eyes from turning toward the source of the waves. Claws, scales, serpentine coils, and the glowing gold sea filled her vision. And then she met its open eyes, and they opened again.
--
Chris shifted back into his current human form and carried Anne back to her bed, while Amaru announced, "I will stay in this form. Keeping my own shape compressed takes much less 'energy' than holding the shape of 'a human'. What is the word for holding?"
She opened her eyes as he covered her up, and told him rather firmly, "I'm going to sleep for a while."
He could only smile as she shut her eyes and pulled the blankets up. And then opened them again and pushed the blankets down to sit up and empty the glass of water. He handed her the next doses of her medicines, and she took them silently.
"Don't laugh," she grumbled at him as she scooted back down and pulled the covers back up.
"I won't," he promised.
--
A few hours later, Chris began to wonder again whether or not he and Amaru were really the same species. The older dragon didn't seem to need the repetition that most humans needed. He'd thought that his own memory was quite good, and it was, compared to the average human, but he still forgot things that he didn't use, and he couldn't imagine simply memorizing a dictionary.
They were currently working their way through an old Webster's Dictionary, pulled from Mac's shelves, because Chris had run out of words off the top of his head. He knew a great many more words than he could simply list. Probably everyone knew the word imbued for example, but who would think to mention it before it was needed?
Chris read the next entry and the older dragon pointed out, "You spoke about the meaning of 'immediate' previously."
When they reached the word mediate, Amaru complained that the meaning of immediate did not match the addition of the im prefix to the word mediate.
"It sort of does," Chris tried to argue. "Mediate means in between, and immediate is without anything between? Kind of. I did already mention that English regularly breaks its own rules."
"You did," Amaru conceded.
--
Anne woke up to the sound of Chris reading a dictionary aloud in the other room. At least, that's the only reason she could think of for the string of words beginning with V and their definitions. She felt sorry for the dragon he was teaching. He could at least be using one of the learning apps that presented things in a somewhat reasonable order.
She considered the DRAGON for a moment. Okay, both of them were dragons, if she could believe her unreliable eyes. And her ears, she guessed, although when the other voice responded it didn't sound like a fifty foot parakeet.
"Venerable age, I shall use this term for myself when people ask," a man's voice announced.
The way he spoke sounded slightly old fashioned… like the way Chris spoke, she realized abruptly.
Suddenly she sat up with a jolt of fright, and wondered how long she'd really been asleep. Her head spun, and the sensation combined with the soft waves that rippled everything in her vision made her nauseous.
She threw up.
It was horrible.
The recitation of V words halted abruptly and Chris was beside her with an arm full of towels less than a full minute later. Or at least that's how quickly it felt.
"I need a shower," she said plaintively.
"You can have another bath after your stomach settles enough to keep a bit of fluid down," he assured her.
A bath. She was not going to sit in a tub with vomit floating it in. "A shower," she protested much more weakly than she meant to.
"We'll see," he prevaricated as he pushed a glass of water into her hands. "Spit into this towel," he instructed calmly. 
When she finished, he carried away the bundle of bedding and towels. Somehow he had already cleaned up the worst of the mess. She hadn't even managed to apologize. It was like he was used to taking care of sick people.
"Are you really a dragon?" she called out doubtfully.
A flood of golden waves spilled across everything as a head as wide as a man's body moved into the doorway. She couldn't focus on the face enough to make out any details except the eyes. Her back was pressed against the headboard with no more room to retreat.
"He is, I assure you," the dragon told her in the same voice that had declared that he was going to use venerable age to describe himself. His eyes regarded her curiously, but didn't do the horrible thing where they opened up to show the stars within the golden sea shining out of them directly. "As am I," it added the obvious calmly.
"Y'yeah," she agreed weakly. "I'm not wise," she blurted a moment later. The dragon blinked at her. "Before, I heard… I heard Chris ask you what you meant by 'one of the wise'."
"You can see the rivers of life, can you not?" the dragon asked curiously.
Her mouth opened, but she couldn't answer him. The rivers of life. The streams that danced behind her eyelids whenever she closed her eyes, with the unseen branches and sky reflecting in them. The waves that spilled off of the dragon, out of the bright golden sea that made him impossible to look at. Life? Yes.
She looked into the eyes of a dragon while her entire world spun. Chris pushed the large head out of his way and walked through the door. He looked completely human except for the way the ripples and waves prevented her from focusing on his features.
Anne croaked, "I'm not crazy." It wasn't a question.

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