The children of the Demons go to the academy when turning five years old.
Because I'm exactly five years old, the condition is met.
The period of going to school is from 5 to 15 years old.
After graduating from the academy, the students go to the so-called university in the Earth, and become independent and pick the course.
The people who go to the university is a little, and it seems that most will get some jobs.
The ratio of the nobles in the academy that I will go is high, and at the same time as graduation, most will get a job as a noble.
The noble rank sequentially from the top is Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron. These five stages.
The one called royalty doesn't exist.
This is because the top of the Demons is the Demon King, and it's chosen regardless of the rank, so the royalty doesn't exist even if there's a king because there's no heredity system.
I hear that although there are the children and the kin of the Demon King from generation to generation, they are not called as the royalty and most of them are settled as the Duke nobles.
A lot of the people who have the Duke rank are related to the past Demon King.
Although there's also faint connection of the Marquis and the Earl with the past Demon King, it seems to be interesting to try searching the history of the house's history.
On the contrary, when it's the Baron, many rise from the commoner, and the relation to the past Demon King is mostly lost.
Power is everything, I won't say up to there, but the Baron rank is comparatively easy to be obtained when the Demon is powerful.
Though it's also easy to lose it.
The rank obtained by power can be revoked easily if power is lost.
Even if the person is excellent in the present age, it will fall easily if the person do a bad job after the next era.
That's the common sense of the Demon nobles.
So, even the Duke house might fall if it's not powerful.
Power is not only the combat ability.
Assets, influence, political strength and military force. These are also power.
The Duke house can't be change unreservedly like the Baron house is because such power is saved up throughout generations.
If even that is lost, it's impossible to escape from the fall.
I was taught about the knowledge of the Demon nobles by Ariel-san like that, and I enrolled into the academy.
I'm treated as the midway admission, and I was made to sit for an examination for the admission.
This examination is the one to measure my present knowledge, combat ability, etc, and I hear that even if the result is bad, I won't drop out.
So, I can take it comfortably.
The written examination was scattered by the subject.
I should arithmetic able to solve the arithmetic because I have studied up to the high school in the Earth.
The linguistics is also the same. Because I was taught the way of reading and writing by Ariel-san strictly while traveling, there's no problem.
The Human language and the Demon language are perfect.
But, because I didn't know the problems in the history, I can't solve it.
The practical skill was easy.
First of all, because the kind of magic that can be used was asked, I answered honestly.
The magics that I can use are water, ice, shadow, dark, wind, and thunder.
As for the water and ice, I can use the high rank magic.
Because it can be said that the dark is the higher rank of the shadow, this means that I can use three kinds of high rank magic.
It's the result of continuing Master's seeing, learning, and teaching for four years during the travel.
Because the teacher who's in charge of the examination turned a dubious glance, I showed my magics there.
Because it's not good to create damage to the surroundings, I control it so that damage wouldn't be created.
As a result, my magic skill was admitted.
Although I took the examination  of close combat, I passed when I activated the Magic Combat Act and the Fighting Spirit somehow.
I didn't do anything though.
What's with the examination that sees the ability doesn't see anything?
At any rate, I enrolled safely.
Because it's the academy where the nobles go, there are not too much of people who enrolled in one academic year.
Roughly about 100 people, and it's divided into three classes.
The first several years disregard the ability, and it seems to be a completely random class division.
Because I enrolled midway, it's decided that I will enter the class with the lowest number of people.
「This is Sophia Keren-chan who will become your friend from today. Everyone, please get along well」
The teacher's introduction is done.
There's a lot of glances of small children.
When thinking about it, they are the same age as me, so everyone was children.
After all, my surroundings are always older than me so far.
Although Master is the same age, the appearance comes first.
After the teacher left, I was attacked with questions by the small children.
Because everyone talks as they please, I can't catch what are they saying.
Even if I have the Enhanced Five Senses, if they talk to me at one time, I can't deal with it.
「You all, have a little composure as the nobles」
The one who saved me who was being crushed is The Ouji-sama with blue eyes and blond hair.
「I'm the Duke house, Wald K Atmos. If there's anything, you can rely on me」
Haa.
Even though he's a child, he's reliable.
He's blind to his shortcomings.
Even if I'm like this, my inside is a former high school student.
After that, I had a question and answer session with the children who were made to line up by Wald.
My setting is the apprentice of a certain person who traveled the world.
That person has infiltrated the Humans territory for many years, and returned home on this occasion.
I was taken along with that person and returned home at the same time, such a setting.
Because "a certain person" is important, and it's expected that the identity must not be revealed.
It's actually Maou-sama, so it's not wrong.
Although the children asked about the identity of "a certain person" persistently, there's no way that I can answer it.
The next one that they get into is the commoner.
As soon as I said that I'm a commoner, the air of despising is made.
But, some children strengthen their vigilance oppositely.
Somehow, it seems that there are hardly any commoners in this academy.
And, the commoners who can enroll to such an academy, mostly have prodigious talent.
I don't have such a talent though.
What a place you made me to enroll, Ariel-san.
When I think about the things in the future, my stomach seems to hurt, but I started my academy life while being surrounded by the small children.

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Description
The world where the Hero and the Demon King continue to oppose each other. The grand magic from the Hero and the Demon King cross over worlds and exploded in the classroom of a certain high school.

The students who died in the explosion will be reincarnated in a different world. The protagonist, who had the lowest reputation in the class, was reincarnated into a spider. Nevertheless, she adapted quickly to the present condition with strong willpower.

This is a story of she who has become a spider trying whatever she can to live.

Associated Names
I'm A Spider, So What?
So I'm A Spider, So What?
蜘蛛ですが、なにか?


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March 8, 2012. Ogden, Utah. Harrison Blvd. Weber State University. Social Science Bldg.
 
*BANG*
"Whew!"
After closing the door, I walked down the hallway. To be honest, I was extremely busy.
"(Hey, how'd it go?)"
As I crossed the corner and exited the building, a girl leaning on a green pick-up truck got my attention.
Sally, who had an extremely concerned look on her face, asked me about how I did on my SAT's.
"(I think I completely screwed it up.)"
"(Really?)"
"…"
"(No, no way. You're kidding, right?)"
"Hahahahaha"
I've been preparing for the SAT since I was in Korea.
Evidence-based Reading and Writing, Math, Essay. The SAT was divided into 3 sections, each section being 800 points each, with a total of 2400 points. 
Although WSU was in the minor division, which I wasn't aware of, they were still ranked quite high in the western division. It may not be the ivy league, but it was on the upper half of the best colleges.
Including Stanley and Sally's score, the highest scored was 1500 points.
I hadn't received a full scholarship, but as a walk-in special sports student, scoring at least 1350 would be a stable grade for me. It seemed like WSU has already exhausted all of its scholarship funds.
If 100 points was a perfect score, I'd have to score at least 60.
"(You're a bad boy!)"
"(No. I really couldn't read anything at first.)"
"(Shut up! Just get in the truck.)"
Sally stuck her tongue out at me and got in the truck, I followed and sat on the passenger side.
Huh? What's this?
Before starting the car, Sally turned her body and faced me. I felt a bit… uncomfortable?
"(What…)"
"(It's nothing. You don't have to go back home, right?)"
"(Probably? I shou-)"
I was left in shock.
She pulled me toward her and gently kissed me. She seemed to be happy about her choice as she started the car and stepped on the accelerator.
"(You know this well, but I'm your father's…)
"(I know. It's just. I felt good.)"
After our game against Team Great, I noticed a lot of changes. 
One change I noticed was the fact that the people that I run into on the street, on the way to Café Vilebella, would be friendly and greet me. Sally said people were doing this because they were accepting me as part of their community.
["(People may seem to be cold and unfriendly at first, but once they open up they are quite nice.)"]
Sally, who was happier than anyone else, also treated me differently.
No, would it be better if I call it a transformation?
She dyed her hair black and her makeup looked different. She still wore her comfortable exercise clothes and had her clumsy personality, but she was much livelier around me.
David had always told me to be careful, so I kept my distance from Sally. But that wasn't easy for me.
Aren't I a man after all?
Putting her personality aside, Sally was on the prettier side of the spectrum. As I was living here, I found myself getting attached to people.
"(Your mother must be proud of you.)"
"(You think?)"
"(Yep. My mom likes you a lot! She really thinks about you a lot. Oh yeah! I should message her.)"
"(Huh? Wait, hey!)"
"(Be quiet, I have to focus on sending it.)"
With her left hand on the wheel and her right hand on the phone, it seemed like she was more focused on her phone more than she was paying attention to the road. Afraid for my life, I put my left hand on the steering wheel and watched the road.
I didn't even have my driver's license yet.
"(Huh?)"
Just then, I felt a soft touch on my left hand.
"(I think it's better if we just go home like this?)"
"..."
As I quickly moved my hand, Sandy burst into a laughter and refocused on the road. In front of a house I was familiar with, there were faces and people that I knew well.
Ah, that was tough.
The ride back home.
Wait. Did I just say home?
"Hey, Kim Minhyuk! How'd it go?"
"Hahahahahaha."
Seeing how David looked as he swang the door open to see me made me burst into laughter. The final test scores hadn't come out yet, but I was confident I was going to pass.
Considering how delicate my stay here was, if I were to find out I'd be here permanently would make happy all the way down to my heart.
From now on, Ogden is my home, where my family and friends are.
 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 
Ogden, Utah. Kingston Drive.
 
"(Woah. If it's like that your score might be higher than what I got?)"
"(Hahaha. Barron, if it weren't for football, you wouldn't have been able to even come to the gate.)"
"(Well I guess that's true.)"
In 'commemoration' of my SAT's, Stanley and Claire prepared a feast of a dinner. Foods that I've only seen in movies were in front of me. Not only just Stanley's family, but everyone else that was living in the house was there as well. 
Leon was there, already chomping on the food as if he knew he was already invited.
Stanley believed that the more people you share a good occasion with, the better. 
"(Anyway, I'm always proud of you. I guess it's true Asians are smart?)"
"(Hey! Isn't that a racist comment?)"
"(Is that so?)"
As Sally quickly defended me from Barron's racial comment, Leon looked at Stanley and me with an entertained look on his face. I didn't do anything wrong, but I couldn't help but to slowly and carefully look at Stanley. 
I really couldn't tell. He was either naïve or just ignoring it, because all he did was keep eating the food on his plate.
"(Anyway. Will you start training right away?)"
"(He should be able to attend practices.)"
Stanley answered that question as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"(There is still a lot of stuff to the whole process. Once the SAT scores are announced, there's going to be additional paperwork to fill out. It'll probably be difficult to just focus on exercise and practice for now. There's tutoring on top of that.)"
"(Now that I think of it, I don't know how we did all that? Don't you think so, Barron?)"
"(What?)"
"(Nevermind, nothing.)"
Watching Barron only focus on shoving food into his face made me realize how much this guy ate.
That does make sense considering how big his body is. According to Leon, Barron was faster, much stronger and jumped much higher. I agreed with the first 2 points he brought out, but the third didn't make much sense to me.
Leon was able to jump around 35 inches high. His highest jump so far was around 41 inches high. 
As Anna talked about that question with Leon, Barron finally understood what he was talking about and started to open his mouth.
"(I don't know about all of that. My agent did everything for me.)"
The National Football League didn't have any limits or rules for agents. It was possible for a high school player to have an agent, and it's 99% sure for a college player to have an agent. The NBA was similar since it's a prerequisite for a player to have an agent before drafting.
That meant an amateur player was not allowed to use an agency. 
As I turned to David to translate what Barron was saying, Barron winked to me to tell me not to worry.
Your SAT scores affect around 30% of your chances to get accepted into a university in America.
Your high school GPA and tutoring affect it as well, but your Letter of Recommendation is the most important.
If a prominent person wrote your letter, all you have to do is pass the SAT cutline to guarantee your acceptance into a school.
Unfortunately for me, I didn't have any Letter of Recommendation. 
"(Well, there's nothing to worry about. We're gonna be here to help you.)"
"(Oh, of course! Davion seems to really like you.)"
"Haha."
In our match against Team Great, I was able to gain the trust of the WSU players. Especially Davion Berry, wanted me to be accepted to WSU no matter what happens.
It seemed like our successful tweaked jaguar strategy left a good impression on him.
"(Why? Is there some sort of problem?)"
Leon noticed my bothered expression and threw that question. Yes, there was a problem. I didn't want to get the hopes up of the people in WSU.
I felt a little burdened because of all these expectations.
"(The last game we played was really impactful.)"
As the atmosphere got a bit tense, everyone put their forks down and looked at me. I felt a little bad, but there seemed to be an elephant in the room. I felt it would be best to get it out of the way now so I continued the conversation.
I was only able to score 8 points in the last game. Out of my 9 attempts, I only connected 3. From the 3-point line and low post, I've had 4 shots blocked. 
People said that I played well defensively and contributed a lot to the call plays, but it's important to note that Team Great didn't have a strong defense.
Nevertheless, if there were no perfect openings, all my offensive skills would be deadweight. 
On the other hand, it was different for the other 4 players. They all had individual playstyles that allowed them to reach the rim, with enough skill to beat a player in a 1:1 situation.
"(I felt a huge gap. More than I ever have.)"
I could seem like an average player from the team's perspective. The majority of the spectators would agree that I am a good team player as well.
But I felt very differently. Although my feelings changed as my play and mood changed, after the game I felt that I had to give up everything I had done.
"(I'm not saying I have to simply stop playing defensive screens, or team play.)"
I was too narrow-minded. I was too focused on the idea that I wasn't good at anything. 
"(Erm, Minhyuk? Follow me.)"
"(Yes?)"
Stanley suddenly got up and took me to the living room, as the others went back to eating Claire's cooking and conversing with one another. 
As I heard soft laughter coming from the dining room, I felt a little sorry for everyone.
"(Sit down for a minute. We're going to go back to the table, so let's watch just 5 minutes.)"
"(Watch?)"
"(Yeah. Just wait a second.)"
Stanley opened the drawer below the TV and took something out and put it in front of me. It was a bundle of DVD's, with the word "Duke" written on top.
Duke University was one of the best NCAA major division schools and it also was the school that Stanley graduated from. 
"(Watch #31.)"
"…"
It was a face I was familiar with. 
"(You probably know this well, too. He's in Miami playing alongside LeBron. Shane Battier He was called "Mr. Everything" in his college days.)"
"Mr. Everything?"
"(Yup. He was the perfect puzzle piece to ever play in the NBA. Like he's called, he was able to play any role. If the team needed points, he scored, if there was a center foul-out he'd play under the rim. In games without a point guard, he was able to play more than 10 assists.)"
Stanley took the remote and briefly paused the video. There we see Battier under UNC's basket trying to snatch the ball amongst a mob of players. 
"(He's not exactly the strongest player. But he survived 13 years in the NBA, receiving love from everyone he played with. Do you know why?)"
"(No…)"
"(Battier never let his weaknesses affect his mentality and performance. That's right. Of course, you have to work very hard to play in the NBA. But having that sort of mental attitude is not good for you. Especially since you're a walk-on special student.)"
"…"
Stanley was trying to say this.
An over-sea student who wasn't here because of a scholarship. There were already many great players on the team and it was possible to improve as I played with the team.
WSU didn't need a player who'd score, rebound, or create assists. 
If that was the case, Stanley wouldn't have taken care of me as much as he did. He said he saw something special in me.
"(Something special?)"
"(That's right. You could potentially be a "Mr. Everything", like Battier.)"
"…"
"(Sometimes there will be times where you'd have to make sacrifices for the best. You've proved to be a smart and clever fellow. In just 2 months, you're able to comfortably talk to me. There's no need to criticize yourself too much. Let's take care of it one at a time. Understand?)"
"(Yes. Thank you.)"
"(Haha. It's nothing. Well then! Let's go back. The food's getting cold.)"
I followed Stanley's steps and headed back to the dining room.
People started to talk to me as if nothing happened, we all laughed and had a good time together once again. Stanley's words may be right.
The distance that I felt from these people and the players alike started to get smaller and smaller. In order to do this, I had to loosen up, moving one step at a time. 
That's right. Let's just focus on training for now and figure out what I can offer to the team.
There will be plenty of time to think of the more complicated stuff.

A South Korean high school graduate moves to the United States with ambitions of becoming a professional basketball player. Follow along in his adventure as he grows not only as a player, but as an adolescent into an adult. See how he faces  challenges that comes from racial difference, language barriers, and struggles involving what it means to be part of a basketball team.

With a pleasant mixture of fictitious characters along with real life figures, high schools, Universities and basketball teams, this is one adventure you don't want miss!

Having gotten up in an unfamiliar bed it was only natural that Sophie was slightly disoriented, so she glanced around to observe all the details about her new bedroom. 

The room was large and spacious with a single king-sized bed in the center. Elegant white curtains covered the windows and gentle light streamed down onto her face from the artificial sun outside.
 
There were no decorations or furniture present aside from a single desk and wardrobe with a full body mirror opposite it. Sophie wanted to get up to put on some new clothes when she heard a noise coming from outside the room.

"I see you've woken up milady," a polite knocking was heard from the door before Katarina strolled in with a small smile.

"We need you dressed immediately as the duke has requested your presence at the training grounds."

(Training grounds)

The training grounds were located on a field at the back on the mansion and was currently empty with only the sole figure of her father waving cheerfully towards her. Katarina had left to get some healing solutions but promised that she would be back soon.

Strangely enough… Sophie did not encounter a single servant despite walking through the entire building to get to the training field. She asked Katarina who just shrugged and glanced away with an evasive look.

Sophie broke out into a half jog and soon approached her father who was standing in the center of the field while holding two wooden swords. He sighed with resignation while passing her ten vials of nutrient solution.

"I sincerely hope you reach the Void stage before you run your old man out of money," he said in a half joking manner.

All he got was an eye roll from his daughter who downed five vials before passing the rest to him.

"I was just kidding… you can have as much as you want," he hurriedly spoke. 

What if his baby girl decided to starve herself because of his thoughtless remark!

"Strangely enough...I started to feel full after the third vial so I don't think I can drink anymore," Sophie exclaimed in apparent disbelief.

Rokan gave her a curious look and made a mental note to run a full body scan on his daughter to try to figure out the properties of her new body. He also had to commission a reassessment of her talent as the speed of her cultivation did not match the results of the last scan. 

The last body scan was only a few years ago and had shown that her cultivation talent was rank F while no mana could be detected which disqualified her from learning magic.

"Now I want to know what the academy has taught you about fighting," the duke shook himself out of his thoughts and began the first lesson.

Sophie racked her brain while trying to remember the teachings of the lecturers from the memory of the original host. Truthfully, most of the actual teaching was given to elite and regular students so her memory was a bit fuzzy on the details of the classes.

"From what I remember…. the most important quality of a noble is to seek justice and always show honour in a duel," she finally recalled some of the information the fighting trainer would constantly preach about.

"If you fight with that mindset…you can forget about participating in the university trial," the duke said in a serious tone with a dark frown.

"The most important way to fight is to use whatever method you can to win. Your enemies will use all the advantageous they can to kill you. The universe is too dangerous to survive preaching hypocritical lies."

"It is fine to pursue justice but only if one has the strength to back it up. Otherwise it is simply foolishness. Always remember that your life will always be worth more than that of a stranger's"
 
"Tell me… why is slicing a man in half with a sword considered praiseworthy but poisoning him to death makes you a monster?" he asked.

Sophie stared contemplatively at the ground as she reflected upon the message her father was trying to teach. 

Rokan looked at his daughter trying to figure out the meaning of his words and sighed quietly in his heart. He too had once been a hot-blooded youth who believed in facing enemies openly with no pretenses or hidden cards.

But years and years of battle experience showed him how foolish he had been.

Soldiers who survived decades of service in the imperial army were not always the strongest but often were the cleverest. 

There was a saying that beasts who could hide their claws were the most dangerous.

"Alright!" he shouted loudly to get his daughter's attention.

He threw a wooden sword at which Sophie quickly caught with her right hand almost instantly thanks to the increased reflexes of her new form.

"I have designed a tight schedule for the next two months and you will have to follow it rigorously. Fail any of the training and I will not let you enter the class evaluation," he continued in a harsh tone.

It pained the duke greatly to be so tough on his little girl but if she entered the trial unprepared… he dared not imagine the consequences if the safety amulet malfunctioned.

"We will start every day with weapons training. This will include swords, knives, whips, plasma blasters and hidden needles."

"Then in the afternoon will be cultivation techniques that Jack will personally guide you which the achievement of at least initial mastery is the minimum expected."

"And finally, in the evening I will have Katarina teach you the Art of Poison and some basic stealth techniques."

"Now let us begin the training!"

The duke stood still in one spot and Sophie noticed that he restricted his cultivation base until it was the level of a qi spirit cultivator. He held a similarly shaped wooden sword and closed his eyes.
Sophie nodded in acknowledgement and held her sword in the stance according to the memories of the original host. 

The original host may have been deemed a cultivation waste, but Sophie knew she trained relentlessly in weapon techniques to try to close the gap between her and the rest of the class.

(Take a deep breath and relax)

(Remember your training)

Strangely the anticipation of the fight made her blood begin to boil in excitement, so she confidently took a few steps towards her father while holding the sword tightly in her grasp.

Sophie did not realise it at the time but her golden eyes began to flash slightly with a reddish hue and her fangs glistened menacingly in the sunlight.

Slash!

Running forward with a sudden burst of speed, Sophie quickly darted to the right and sliced her sword towards her father's chest with blinding speed.

"Too slow," came a mocking taunt.

Her father did not even glance in her direction before blocking her strike with a casual wave of his hand. 

"Try this then!" Sophie roared.

(I will show the old man I can fight without honour…)

She launched a kick towards his crotch and simultaneously swung her sword towards his face with an even faster speed than before.

It was useless….

The duke simply took one step backwards and dodged the outstretched kick, before promptly parrying the strike towards his face.

"My turn to attack sweetie…. please forgive me," her father called out.

Sophie immediately jumped away from him, but his figure mysteriously vanished into thin air. A ringing noise appeared close to her ear and she ducked down reflexively which caused a sword strike to narrowly miss her temple.

"Don't use your eyes… use your instincts," Rokan called out.

All she could see was a blurry figure appearing and disappearing at will in the space around her, which was followed by consecutively sword strikes which left her shaky and disoriented.

(Strike from the left side)

Sophie turned her sword and blocked a strike which caused a small gasp of admiration to be heard from the duke.

(He is above me)

(Sword strike from behind)

She could not explain but it was like there was a sixth sense of danger warning her of potential threats. Unfortunately, while it was accurate, her body was unable to keep up with the movements and blow after blow rained upon an exhausted Sophie.

"Okay that's enough for now."

The duke placed his wooden sword on the rack and approached his daughter who was now lying on the floor with an expression of pain on her face.

"Katarina bring in the healing salve!" he ordered into his wristband.

Sophie's loyal bodyguard rushed in from the corner of the training field with some medicine and the duke took it from her hands started to carefully apply it to the wounds on his injured daughter's body. 

Every injury was a stab to his heart, but he gritted his teeth in determination.

"Do you know where you can improve? "he asked after the treatment was done.

"Um…I would say my cultivation base is too low to face someone at the qi spirit realm," Sophie hesitantly replied.

A small burst of laughter erupted from the duke before he stopped when his daughter started to pout at him. He decided to hurry up and explain,

"Well yes that's one of the reasons but that gap can be closed judging by the speed of your cultivation using that qi gathering technique. But the greatest flaw in your fighting style is the lack of experience."

"Straightforward attacks may work against lesser opponents but the geniuses you will be competing against will not fall for those small tricks."

The duke patted his daughter reassuringly on the shoulder and Sophie felt a tinge of warmness flow across her chest. She knew that her dad was only doing this brutal training to fully prepare her for the university trial.

"Alright now there is no time to waste!"

"We need to have at least ten sparring sessions so Katarina you might need to bring some more healing salve."

The duke gave a confident grin but to poor Sophie, it seemed more akin to the smile of a demon.

Author's note: 

After a full morning of at least eleven sparring sessions… what little warmth Sophie felt towards her father had long since disappeared.

In the Year 30XX......

Humans have long been discovering the wonders of the universe and exploring the great galaxies beyond the milky way.

They are not alone.

The universe is primal and untamed with civilisations pitted against one another in battles to decided life and death.

Mankind is one of the weakest races but have discovered cultivation techniques that morph their bodies and grant them unimaginable power.

Sui Meng was just an ordinary girl who woke up in the body of  sixteen year old Sophie Peterlor.

Sophie is the half human hybrid of a prestigious duke house but faces discrimination based on her racial heritage and apparent lack of cultivation talent.

This changes when Sophie discovers a cultivation manual hidden in the necklace given by her late mother.

'Spider Whisper Art'

Sometimes power comes with a price......

Coach Alford finally got rid of the black woman.
"I'm sorry, guys, the lady just now wanted us to admit her son onto our basketball team. This kind of things happen every year. Thank you for your patience and forgiveness," Alford seemed to be worried that everyone's English was not good enough to understand what he was saying, so he spoke very slowly.
Led by Alford, they visited the basketball team of UCLA.
The UCLA basketball team was worthy of its long-standing reputation. Their training conditions were no less than that of professional basketball teams at home, and of course, the athletes were better than most professional athletes at home.
After visiting UCLA's basketball team, everyone had a sense of frustration. Especially the head coach of the basketball team. He kept shaking his head all the way, and his eyes were full of admiration.
Compared with the basketball team, the places they visited before were not the essence of UCLA sports. Basketball, baseball, and American football were the most popular sports in the United States. They were the most heavily-invested in sports at UCLA and many top-ranked players were trained there. So, these were the most important sectors of UCLA sports.
The next day, the visiting group went to the second destination, the University of Southern California.
The University of Southern California, was also a world-famous university with a long history. They had a great reputation in cinema, music, media, and other subjects, and many of the world's best directors and musicians were once students in the University of Southern California. The university had the world's largest number of Academy Award winners.
Meanwhile, USC also had strong athletic competence, and in many sports events, USC and UCLA were competitors. Especially in the NCAA matches, the competition between USC and USLA was very exciting.
USC had won a total of 144 gold medals, 93 silver medals, and 72 bronze medals. In terms of both the number of gold medals and the number of medals, USC ranked first among American universities. UCLA only ranked third in The United States.
They were at the basketball stadium of USC.
"Coach Babe, thank you very much." The deputy bureau director leading the team showed his gratitude to the basketball coach of USC. They shook hands again, and then the visiting group walked away.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged black woman rushed over.
"Hello, Coach Babe, my name is Anne Hampton, the mother of Allen Hampton. I want to talk with you? Do you have time?" the black woman asked.
"Allen Hampton? The Allen Hampton from Beze High School?" Coach Babe asked.
"Yes, you've heard of my son! Oh! It is such a great honor for me!" said the black woman.
"Of course, I know him. The top genius at his high school. Meanwhile, he is also a troublemaker!" Babe said with a pause and then added, "Does he want to join the USC basketball team?"
The black woman said expectantly, "Of course, everyone who wants to join the NBA is interested in USC."
"But you are on the east coast. There are many perfect universities for you to choose, such as Duke University, Georgetown University, Wake Forest University, and University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. None of them is inferior to us. And these universities are closer to you. Why does your son want to join us?" said Babe.
The middle-aged woman hesitated, but finally answered, "Uh huh, the reason is…"
The middle-aged woman hemmed and hawed for a long time before she finally said, "Because Allen was arrested for carrying an excessive amount of drugs."
"Far more than that, Mrs. Hampton. As far as I know, this year on February 14, Valentine's Day, Allen Hampton was involved in a brawl of more than 50 people, and more than 20 people were seriously injured. According to the district court, four people were sentenced to 15 years in prison, and Allen was sentenced to 5 years in prison. Am I right?" asked Babe.
"The judgment was unfair. The whites were released on bail, while the blacks were all convicted. They are discriminating against blacks. We have lodged an appeal and won the case. My son was released on parole!" The woman explained hastily.
"But my team doesn't need a criminal," Babe applied gravely.
"But Allen has mended his ways!" Mrs. Hampton said immediately.
"But he is still on parole, isn't he?" Babe shook his head and said, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Hampton. Your son, Allen Hampton, doesn't fit the admission requirements of our university."
"What are you looking at, Li? Let's go!" Zhongyi Xu shouted to Dai Li.
Li's attention was drawn back from Coach Babe and the black woman. He walked quickly to catch up with the team.
"What are you looking at, Li? Reluctant to leave? Why don't you take some photos?" Zhongyi Xu continued.
"I am looking at the black woman. Yesterday at UCLA, there was the black woman who went to Coach Alford. She's here again with Coach Babe." Dai Li added.
On the third day, they finally came to the famous AP training center to witness the world's top sports training.
"This is the KEISER vapor resistance equipment. It is used to train the explosive power of athletes. The most striking feature of it is the ability to ensure that the users complete actions at any speed under certain loads and complete many actions that cannot be done by using traditional heavy weights equipment, and what's more, it reduces injury."
"This is a vibration trainer, which is used frequently in basketball and football training. As an emerging neuromuscular exercise, vibration training can improve the coordination between neuromuscular systems."
"This is the liquid nitrogen cell for cryotherapy. When the athletes enter the equipment, the temperature decrease from minus 110 degrees Celsius to minus 180 degrees Celsius. This equipment can quickly relieve muscle and joint pain in athletes. I guess that you've seen it in many news reports, and this equipment has been widely used in the leagues of the United States."
The guide was just like a salesman who is always talking. The coaches were whispering to each other.
"They are so advanced, I heard about this sports equipment before, but it is the first time that I've seen it!"
"The liquid nitrogen cell for cryotherapy is so great. I really want to buy one, but I'm sure it's be very expensive."
"As far as I know, the price of that is barely affordable. You can buy a cheaper one at the price of lower one hundred thousand dollars. However, it is quite expensive to use it. Liquid nitrogen costs $60 or $70 every three minutes. And this does not include the equipment wear and depreciation."
"It would cost $100 to use per time. That is 700 or 800 yuan! That's too expensive! We can't afford it."
"What are you worried about? We just came here to visit."
While the crowd murmured, Li was looking at the advanced equipment with admiration.
"If I had such a big training center and so much advanced equipment, that would be so great."
Just then, Li realized that he had another dream. He wanted to have a training center of his own.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

The moment when the two guards of the Bardic University gate saw the gang who is accompanied by another guard, their demeanor immediately became more attentive than before as they eyed the strangers who have displayed intent on entering the university grounds.
But upon seeing the rose badge that the elf and the young girl are bearing, the pair of guards conducted themselves appropriately to not offend the nobles of the group.
The guard escort gestured courteously for the gang to wait at their spot as he approached his fellow guards to talk to them about the gang's circumstances here at the University.
"Hey, Floyd." The guard escort initiated the conversation with one of the university guards. "I bring the esteemed noble elf, Lord Gray Allister, and his regarded companions who the Headmaster are expecting today."
"Ah, so that's him." The university guard said in acknowledgment. "If that's the case, then they may all be granted entry to the university and report to the gracious Headmaster without delay."
With their entry secured, the guard escort smiled at the gang and motioned for them to enter.
One of the university guards then opened the gate, an invitation for Gray and his companions to finally proceed inside. Indeed, the gang's excitement skyrocketed as they can't wait to delve behind the stone walls and view the whole Bardic University with their own two eyes.
Taking their first step, the gang could not help but widen their eyes with utter amazement at the marvelous sight that greeted them, the sight of three buildings in its remarkable glory that faced towards one another in a plaza-like setting.
Speaking of plaza-like, indeed the university grounds is truly comparable to one. Green, luscious grass makes up the entirety of the outdoors with few trees adding to the ambiance of the beautiful nature. The most notable sight however is a huge golden statue of a musical figure in the very center. The figure depicted a handsome human male playing the lute. He is shown to be wearing a fashionable doublet that is close fitting with baggy sleeves. The said clothing also has an elaborate design with a pattern of flower embroidery that is certainly eye-catching. The man's lower garment is a braies pants with a pair of pointed boots that reached his knees. 
No doubt, the statue itself is sculpted by a carver who mastered his trade, evident by the perfect attention to details that was made into the golden sculpture showing no signs of physical degradation. It's absolutely a sight that many won't definitely miss.
Numerous bards are also noticed all over the university grounds with their extravagant attires that are only worn by a performer of the oratory and musical arts. Some who are in groups appeared to be practicing for some sort of play, attested by the way that they dramatically act as they interact with one another while a person oversees the entire practice. The other ones who preferred to be alone simply minded their own business as they play their musical instrument in a perfect solace, basking at the fresh outdoor winds with a state of absolute tranquility, exhibited by the soothing expression on their faces.
The group's attention aimed next to the buildings, most conspicuously at the one that's directly in front of them and the biggest of the three, akin to an extravagant three-story mansion owned by the richest of the nobility. From the outside where the group stood, the university looks very aesthetic and pleasing to the eyes. Its architectural design consisted mostly of refined wheat silver-colored bricks that only add to the exquisite display with spruce wooden decorations. Small, rectangular windows made up most of the building, and the roof is of the A-frame type.
The guard escort who's still accompanying them told that the building that they are seeing is the Academic Building of the University. This is where the lectures about history, rhetoric, and music are all discussed and the office of the faculty, Dean, and Headmaster is also located inside. 
The second building at the left is the Grand Auditorium, the building where the most talented of Bards would perform on the monumental stage. The auditorium is capable of accommodating thousands of audiences who wished to witness the performances and plays. 
The third building at the right is simply the dormitory for both faculty and students alike. It's a fairly huge four-story manor to accommodate many of the occupants who are currently involved with the university. The guard told the gang that this is where they'll be staying as instructed by the Headmaster.
Now that Gray and the others had a general idea of the whole area while on their brief tour, the guard escort guided the quarter to the Academic building where they'll be meeting the Headmaster.
The Bards in their vicinity wonder who the new visitors are. Many thought along the lines that they must be new students while others thought that they are simply tourists or visitors who wished to explore the place. 
Most of the men however are could not help but eye at Lily, who they thought is a stunning young lady with the perfect figure and an angelic face. Some of the women also set their gaze at Gray and Isamu, where they thought that that the pair is simply dashing as fit to their status. Gray being a Baron with his dignified elven features that is almost similar to the handsome Dean of the University that they all revere, Luthais Faelar, and Isamu as a gallant Knight displaying his set of imposing full plate armor. Regarding Selena Allister, all of the Bards surely thought of her as a cute adorable little girl that deserved praise and attention.
Indeed, the Bards' curiosity could not help but be piqued at the members of the gang who all look unique and diversified.
The gang tried their best to pay no mind on the stares that they received and opted to focus on the direction at where the guard escort is currently leading them. In a few moments after dealing with the scrutinizing eyes of the Bards, the quartet finally arrived inside the Academic building, much to their relief. The unnecessary attention was just too much, especially when they just arrived here.
Similar to the Warrior's Guild, the first thing that greeted the four inside is the reception hall of the building. 
If the outside was grand, then the gang is sure as hell that the very inside at where they are standing currently is unmistakably grander. A majestic hallway welcomed them in their line of sight, adorning an orange carpet on the floor that lead to the lobby where a certain beautiful young woman is seen behind the counter. The said woman seemed to be occupied with her own work, writing something on a notebook of hers.
Gray deemed that it was the right time for the guard to depart from the group. The guard was finished with fulfilling his task of escorting the gang to the building and his services are no longer needed. Of course, the gang unquestionably appreciated the guard's gesture of assistance to them.
"Thank you for accompanying us, fair guard, but we will be fine on our own from here on out and we don't want to take more of your precious time." Gray smiled with gratitude as he proved it by conjuring a pouch of 60 gold from his Inventory and gave it to him. "Here, something for your troubles. I suppose that's enough for about two to three drinks or so at the local tavern."
"I thank you, my lord." The guard positively isn't going to say no to gold as he graciously accepted the elf's reward. After all, gold is gold and every single bit of it counts. He would be a hypocrite if he would answer otherwise. Additionally, this also led to the completion of his own quest that was given to him by the System when he was tasked to escort the gang. "Should you require any further assistance, all you have to do is to ask the lovely young lass at the counter, Miss Penelope Germaine."
"Got it." Gray gave the man a thumbs up.
After receiving his gold, the guard politely begged his leave to the gang and went outside in the opposite way, going back to the gate between High Quarter and Low Quarter to resume his original lookout duty.
Heeding the guard's advice, Gray and his companions wasted no time and approached the receptionist at her work station. The gang saw that the receptionist is still occupied in her notebook and seemed to have not yet noticed them.
Gray led the conversation as always and went nearer to the receptionist. He had to admit, he was a bit annoyed at how she seemed to be not minding him despite their slightly close proximity towards one another. Gray also took notice of how the receptionist would giggle every now and then, probably finding what she's currently writing somewhat amusing.
'Wow, she sure is focused on whatever she's writing at.' Gray thought as he tilted his head in interest. 'Alright, snapping her out then. I'm not going to waste my time staring her writing and snickering like a crazy chick all day at whatever she's writing.'
Without hesitation, Gray leaned against the counter and attempted to catch the receptionist's attention by clearing his throat loudly. "Excuse me, miss."
The elf's act thankfully did its part as Penelope halted her writing and lifted her head up to see an elf. She quickly reacted by securing her notebook below her desk and stood up from her seat, no doubt embarrassed by how late she realized that someone is actually in front to consult with her, evident by the small blush on her pretty face.
"O-oh my." Penelope stuttered on her tone. Upon seeing the badge on the elf's robes, she came to a realization at how ill-bred she is and spontaneously bow her head down apologetically. "I'm truly sorry my lord. Forgive me for the rudeness that I displayed to you."
"Haha, it's quite alright." Gray grinned in assurance while waving his right hand dismissively. His tone then shifted to being playful as he said his next words. "Although seeing you chuckling like a madwoman, I can only imagine the entertaining words that you must be writing."
"Oh uh… it's nothing that you have to be concern about, my lord." Penelope sheepishly responded. "It's just a little hobby of mine. Anyways, my name is Penelope Germaine, the receptionist of the distinguished Bardic University. What can I do for you?"
Gray saw how flustered the young lady is in her attempt to change the subject promptly. Deciding to spare Penelope of any humiliation, he went along with her and introduced himself and his companions who are right behind him. "My name is Gray Allister and these are my friends, my Knight, Isamu Meiyo, my sister, Selena Allister, and a friend of mine from the Order, Liliane Springflower."
"Wait, you're Gray Allister?!" Penelope this time was in for a pleasant surprise as her tone turned lively, her embarrassment now totally forgotten. "The Headmaster is expecting you and your party's arrival. It's finally an honor to meet you!!"
"An honor?" Gray was perplexed at why Penelope is presently feeling all jolly at this very moment. "Kindly enlighten me."
"It was you who introduce the 'Gangnam Style' in Chadena, correct?" Penelope's eyes lit up with eagerness to which Gray nodded in response. "When Lord Hubard told us of your exploits when he and the other Bards came back, we were not able to contain our excitement at the prospect of meeting you in person. At first, I never believe that a regal and cultured elf such as yourself is capable of such eccentric yet catchy dance moves, but here you are, right in the flesh!! As a result, the Headmaster decided to spread the dance and patented it under your glorious name. Don't be astonished when you'll see some Bards randomly performing your dance in the streets."
"Hehe, right." Gray simply sweat-dropped at her explanation. It's official, his drunken shenanigans at the Fighter's Retreat would forever haunt him until his grave. Psy, if given the opportunity to cross here in this world, would no doubt berate the elf for shamelessly using his signature dance move of 2012 as a way to rise to fame, intentionally or not. 
"The Headmaster is currently inside his office," Penelope said. "If you and your companions would please follow me, I'll take you there. He's very ecstatic in meeting you this instant."
"That won't be necessary, dear."
Penelope's eyes widen as she heard a familiar sophisticated voice coming from her and the gang's side.
"Lord Luthais." 
The elven Dean himself smiled in a display of a welcoming manner, manifesting the same look of thrill while studying the gang with a calculating gaze, most particularly at his fellow elf, Gray Allister.


AN: While updating daily, I'm also in the process of slowly editing the early chapters. Don't worry, the plot and setting won't be changed. Thank you for your cooperation. 

Anyways, here's the synopsis:

Gods, Morals, Magic, Swords, and War...

Gray Allister woke up one day in the middle of an unknown forest. After an unforgettable moment with a monster rabbit, he met the System Goddess, Sylvia, telling him that he is in the world of Silverhart, a magical place erupted in a state of constant conflict where only the strongest can survive. After receiving his abilities, Gray is going to take Silverhart by storm!! In an epic journey to conquer and save the entire fantasy realm.

(Cover Photo not mine. CTTO)

O'Neil Andrew Morisette was born into the Divine Empire of Titan with a silver, no, golden spoon in his mouth. Having been sent to prison at the young age of 5 for being the perpetrator of the biggest scandal of Titan Imperialty, he launched his political career after his release. He could be the Emperor's favorite minister, the Princess's husband, a Prince of the Divine Empire of Titan, or a marshal with tens of thousands of soldiers, but which persona will he choose to identify with?

This is a story of choices, of intrigue, of love. Will O'Neil Andrew Morisette bow to his fate, or will he entangle himself in romance? Where does his destiny lead, and what changes will he bring to the strongest empire in Westland?

All the onlookers from MIT took out their phones to record the wonderful moment.
"That explains why MIT was friendly with Harvard..."
As the sun set, the gloomy Harvard students and Cong Nianwei left. There was another heated discussion waiting for Qin Guan at the next stop.
 "MIT pranks are the best! Qin Guan got scared. It was so cute!"
Even the local Boston media published the story about the three universities, and so did Connecticut, which was even closer to New York.
Thanks to the news spreading online, there were girls waiting for Qin Guan’s bus on the way, holding flowers and applauding warmly, offering their spontaneous support in exchange for an autograph.
The number of posts about Qin Guan on OMG were increasing, spreading around campuses like a rolling snowball.
The route of the bus was calculated by the netizens. They crossed many states and counties from the East Coast, heading to their last destination in California. The students away from their route followed their bus in their cars.
Some were waiting for them by the road to greet them and show their support. The bus kept moving, leaving the girls and their admiration behind.
As they visited the University of Pennsylvania, Princeton University and Duke University, there were more and more cars tailing them. Blonde girls waved flags under the blue sky as they drove at high speed. This was the first trip joined by so many beauties from top universities.
In Chicago, Illinois, a group of bikers was driving at full speed on the highway, followed by police cruisers. The capable policemen had been waiting for them by the road for three days.
"Please slow down at once. Pull to the curb and wait to be checked..."
"Ha ha! Those idiots!"
The motorbikes began a game of chasing, when the bikers suddenly saw something strange up ahead.
Happy country music and laughter could be heard from a distance. Girls with black, brown, red and blonde hair were standing by the roundabout, waving flags and dancing to the music. It looked like a parade.
 The bikers slowed down, trying to figure out what was happening.
"F*ck! That’s the daughter of the head of a Chicago gang!"
"Where is she?"
"Look! The blonde girl. She is Old Sam’s daughter. It's said that she is studying at Chicago University."
He was right. The Columbia group had just left Chicago University. There were about 100 bored people following them. Their number increased as they passed by states and counties, attracting the drivers’ attention on the way.
"Damn it! There is a truck up front!"
The policemen were drawing near. The bikers had lost the game at the most familiar section of the road.
The trucks had been attracted by Qin Guan's team. To the drivers, those beautiful girls were the most wonderful view on their long journey, better even than the view along the road.
By the time the smoke dispersed, the bikers were crying in the police cruisers. 
Qin Guan enjoyed the sea breeze, the beach and the delicious food. After a long journey across both the East and the West coast, they finally reached their destination in California.
They visited the California Institute of Technology and Stanford University. Qin Guan was already familiar with the holy land of film production that was Los Angeles.
Sea breeze. Beach. Beautiful women. Deck chairs. Bikinis. Perfect barbecue!
 His friends and fans were holding a party on the beach. Qin Guan was the center of the attention.
Beautiful girls were wearing the same blue bikini and fake tattoo on their backs, lying on deck chairs under the umbrellas. The tattooed letters on their tan skin expressed their feelings.
I love you, Qin Guan.
Vivian took a picture of them. When Qin Guan appeared on the beach, the girls jumped up from their chairs screaming. They pinned large, red kapok flowers on their hair and gathered around Qin Guan. They left fast, leaving the flowers on Qin Guan’s head. Qu Xuemei was looking at him with a strange expression in her eyes.
"Well done! Your girlfriend is studying, while you are enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful girls here. I envy your life!"
Qin Guan scratched his head proudly. Then he pulled a long face in reaction to Qu’s words.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"Tomcat, Mai Dong… If you were to list the ten scientists who created deep, everlasting influence in human history, who would you choose?" Tang Yue sat before a table, with a piece of paper in front of him, while he spun the pen in his hand.
Ever since they had begun recording human history, Kunlun Station went from a research center of natural science to a social science research center.
"Isaac Newton." Tomcat was typing rapidly on the keyboard, muttering without looking up. "… Galois was no doubt a young genius. He deserves to be called one of the greatest mathematicians of the nineteenth century. Unfortunately, he died young… This warns us not to challenge others in fields you aren't skilled in. If Galois had engaged in a duel that didn't involve shooting but in solving equations, we could imagine that Galois would not only win the woman's hand but also live to a ripe old age…"
"Albert Einstein!" Mai Dong answered.
"Galileo Galilei," Tomcat added.
"Nicolas Cage, ah no—Copernicus!" Mai Dong added again.
"Charles Darwin."
"Doesn't Tesla count?" Tang Yue asked. "Nikola Tesla."
"When you mentioned Tesla, I thought you were referring to the founder of Tesla, Inc., Elon Musk." Tomcat stroked its whiskers. "Nikola Tesla might be a rare genius, but he doesn't deserve to be one of the top ten scientists in human history. You can place Michael Faraday, James Maxwell, and a bunch of others ahead of him."
"Some people call him a god."
"There are no gods in academia, just nut cases," Tomcat said.
"There's also Max Planck!" Mai Dong recalled another famous person.
"Miss Mai Dong, such a ranking is actually meaningless. I don't know why you humans like rankings. It's as though you always have to come up with a top ten, top four, and top three. Humans like to demarcate matters, using a layman's viewpoint to forcefully separate matters. You have to know that separation is the beginning of discrimination."
Tomcat shook its head.
"Max Planck is obviously great, but there are equals such as Niels Bohr, Max Born, Paul Dirac, Werner Heisenberg, as well as Louis de Broglie. Just randomly point at a picture of the Fifth Solvay International Conference in 1927, and he would be one of the greatest physicists in the twenty century or even human history.
Tang Yue scratched his head. Enjoying rankings was something that was part of his mindset. It wasn't only him; most Chinese, including Mai Dong, had such a mindset.
"We began ranking from a young age," Tang Yue said. "Tomcat, you haven't experienced the National College Entrance Examination. We were the students that survived from the hundreds of thousands of students in the entire province. Not only are students ranked, but even schools are also ranked. Peking University and Tsinghua University are the top tier, followed by the five universities in East China[1] as well as the C9 League[2]. There was a 985 and 211 in the past before they came up with the Double First-Class University Plan. The various fields have their own circles both big and small like the Eight Architecture Universities[3], the Two Electronic and One Post[4] and the Five Institutes and Four Departments."
"What about you?" Tomcat glanced at him.
"The university I received my Bachelors from is very ordinary. It was once a 211, but later became part of the Double First-Class University Plan," Tang Yue replied. "My Masters was received at the same place, and you can think of it as scraping by."
"Education is really the most severe involution in China." Tomcat sighed. "The college entrance examinations must have been highly competitive, right? Thousands cross a single bridge as they engage in a life-and-death struggle, each strike seeing blood."
"But that also has Chinese characteristics." Mai Dong giggled.
Tomcat stopped talking as it continued working hard at recording mathematical history.
It had just finished writing about Évariste Galois's life and was preparing to write about Niels Abel, who was also a pioneer in Group theory.
After Abel was a list of illustrious names.
Henri Poincaré. Without him, there wouldn't be the theory of relativity.
Georg Cantor. Yes, the Cantor from Cantor Sets.
Bernhard Riemann. Riemann's hypothesis had yet been solved even when the Earth vanished.
David Hilbert, an uncrowned king in the field of mathematics.
Hermann Minkowski, Einstein's teacher.
Tomcat wrote down these people in chronological order. It would write about whoever it recalled; thus, many famous mathematicians such as Archimedes, Gauss, Euler, Lagrange, Gödel, Neumann, and Hardy had already been filed away on Kunlun Station's hard disk, joining the ranks of the other most illustrious humans in human history. 
Tang Yue switched on the computer and connected it to the survey telescope on the space station.
He continued observing the comet.
Both Kunlun Station and the space station were tracking Comet Tomcat-Tang-Mai I and had collected enough data for the computer to calculate its trajectory. The calculation was the simplest part of the mission, with the hardest being collection of data. In the past, when observational means weren't advanced enough, humans had to spend decades or even centuries of observation to predict a comet's orbit period.
The Dawn module on the United Space Station had been destroyed, causing Tomcat and Tang Yue to lose most of its remote observation means. This dragged out the time needed.
The survey telescope took a picture every half an hour. It was difficult to tell any difference in the comet's brightness in a short period of time, but when Tang Yue lined them up together, he found that the comet was moving. It had already taken shape, and he could identify its head and tail from the telescope photos. According to the computer's calculations, the comet was passing by Jupiter's orbit and speeding towards Mars at an extremely fast rate.
With the comet constantly approaching the sun, the gravity exerted on it grew greater, accelerating it even more.
Tang Yue stared at the photo on the monitor, imagining the celestial body hurtling through space, spewing out evaporating steam and carbon dioxide in its tail. But instead of a tail, it resembled the flames spewed out by a rocket engine. Its tail was big enough to comprise all of Jupiter. The Great Red Spot was slowly spinning on Jupiter's surface as the turbid atmosphere stirred up intense bolts of lightning and storms like a colossal eye.
"Tang Yue, where's Grothendieck… Tang Yue?"
Tang Yue was taken aback as he snapped out of his fantasies.
"What?"
"Alexander Grothendieck's information," Tomcat said. "Where did you put it?"
"It's still on this hard disk." Tang Yue took out a hard disk from the drawer and pushed it over to Tomcat.
"Stop dazing around. What are you looking at? That comet?" Tomcat glanced at him before glancing at the monitor.
Tang Yue nodded. "You said that it wouldn't collide with Mars, right?"
"Of course." Tomcat wore an odd look. "The probability of it striking Mars is basically zero…"
"Ding!"
A pop-up window suddenly appeared on the monitor. It indicated that the calculation was done.
Tang Yue and Tomcat looked over.
The workstation indicated that it had completed the trajectory calculations of Comet Tomcat-Tang-Mai I, and it displayed the results.
Did it finish that quickly? Tomcat was slightly surprised, believing it would take another two more days.
The man and cat looked at the blue curve over the pitch-black background. It was the comet's predicted trajectory.
At its origin was a white point that clearly represented the comet.
And at its destination was a red circle, with the label: Mars.
There was also a tiny rectangle.
Inside the rectangle were English words written in bold. "WARNING: IMPACT!"
Tomcat was taken aback. Its expression slowly warped as though in slow-motion, looking like a Peking opera marshal with flags sticking out. It grimaced at the flags it had risen.
[1] Fudan University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Nanjing University, Zhejiang University, University of Science and Technology of China.
[2] Peking University, Tsinghua University, Fudan University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, University of Science and Technology of China, Zhejiang University, Nanjing University, Xi'an Jiaotong University, Harbin Institute of Technology
[3] Tsinghua University, Southeast University, Tongji University, Tianjin University, South China University of Technology, Harbin Institute of Technology, Xi'an University of Architecture and Technology, Chongqing University
[4] University of Electronic Science and Technology of China, Xidian University, Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications.


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

Night fell over the Changbai Mountain Heavenly Lake.
A five-colored streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky above.
The water in the lake reflected the brilliant scene above, creating a mirror image of the night sky.
The five-colored lights were only around for about a dozen seconds, but almost all the cultivators around the Changbai Mountain ranges were attracted to the scene.
An Lin and the others didn't really take too much notice of it. All they had to do was just wait within the defensive formation for the tomb to open.
Many powerful cultivators from all sides were gathering nearby and dark shadows surged through the forest to herald their arrival. The atmosphere became especially grave and tense; it appeared a battle was just around the corner. As soon as something substantial appeared, everything would probably descend into a free-for-all battle.
Tian Lingling and Liu Qianhuan were already in battle.
They were playing a new game called League of Valor where Tian Lingling boasted a diamond rank account. She then proceeded to getting the crap beaten out of her by Liu Qianhuan.
Why did she continue to play on, you asked?
Because there was money to be earned!
One hundred spirit stones per two hours of gameplay! Only an idiot would refuse!
Of course, what she didn't know was, Liu Qianhuan had paid a thousand spirit stones per two hours to An Lin back in The United University of Cultivation…
But that didn't matter, Tian Lingling didn't know about that anyway, so she was still playing quite happily despite being destroyed.
Liu Qianhuan was also playing quite happily.
Everyone was happy; it was a win-win situation.
On a mountain next to the Heavenly Lake, there was a pair of crimson eyes emanating a dangerous aura peering out from between the trees.
The owner of those eyes was an extremely handsome man by the name of Duke. He was a supreme Blood God and was one of the most powerful beings in the west Blood Tribe. However, he was not in an extremely disheveled and sorry state. His clothes and red robes hung off like ribbons, giving him the appearance of a beggar on the streets.
"Howl…"
The sound of a wolf's howl sounded at this moment from a mountain in the distance. The howl seemed to be imbued with boundless power as it reverberated throughout the mountains nearby.
"Master Duke, the Dark Wolf Tribe is taunting us!" a man in a red robe spoke through gritted teeth.
Duke looked up toward the source of the howl, and a flash of bloodlust flitted across his eyes before quickly melting away.
The leader of the Dark Wolf Tribe this time was extremely powerful; he was absolutely no match for it in their battle. He was quickly defeated during the battle on the Changbai Mountain ranges and were chased for a full fifteen kilometers…
"We have to prioritize the rare treasures first, as for the Dark Wolf Tribe… they'll pay for this!" Duke replied coldly.
At the same time, An Lin and the others also heard the howl of the wolf.
The howl seemed to be imbued with an extremely strong sense of bloodlust and rage as if it was an open threat delivered to all the cultivators near the Heavenly Lake.
Tian Lingling's feature pales in fear as she involuntarily sidled up to An Lin slightly.
"Wow, whose wolf is this? It's so loud!" Liu Qianhuan remarked in amazement.
"Loud? Even my dog is louder than this," An Lin replied with a scornful expression.
"What's it doing making such a ruckus at night? We're trying to meditate here." Xu Xiaolan yawned.
"It's probably a mating cry, how annoying," Tang Ximen chimed in.
Tian Lingling: "… Why are you all so calm? With such a powerful howl, that wolf is probably Soul Formation Stage."
A warm smile appeared on Xuanyuan Cheng's face. "Little Sister Tian, is the wolf scaring you? Should I kill it for you?"
"Forget about it, Big Brother Cheng, Little Loli is scared of everything. Even a snake can frighten her, so it would be impossible to kill everything she fears." An Lin waved his hand. "Let's just settle down here until the tomb opens."
An enraged blush appeared on Tian Lingling's intricate features, but she had no rebuttal to An Lin's words. Only after a long while did she manage to force out a response, "Lies! I wasn't even scared by White Spirit Snake!"
An Lin: "…"
Xuanyuan Cheng: "…"
What the f*ck… Aside from having the word "snake" in her name, did White Spirit Snake share any other similarities to an actual snake?!
If you were actually scared by just a Dao title alone, it was probably time to kill yourself!
After the howl erupted through the forest, there were no other sounds around the Heavenly Lake.
Everyone was laying in the shadows as they waited silently.
The sun began to rise up over the horizon, and a glimmer of golden sunlight shone upon the Heavenly Lake, tinting the water gold.
A light breeze imbued with rich vital energy blew past, effectively revitalizing everyone.
An Lin and the others all began to grow a lot more serious.
After all, this was the time that the Heavenly Court had predicted for the opening of the Shou Yang Tomb.
Wind and clouds began to surge in the sky above.
Countless air bubbles suddenly appeared on the once placid surface of the lake. At the same time, all the vital energy between heaven and earth suddenly began to gather toward the center of the Heavenly Lake!
Everyone stood up at this moment. These were signs that a spatial rift was about to open!
"Ruins, it's a set of interdimensional ruins!"
A cultivator in the forest suddenly began to yell excitedly.
Not only him, but everyone also began to set forth into motion.
Countless figures began to appear from various hiding places in the forestry.
Some people had even gathered right by the Heavenly Lake, in fear that they would be left behind by everyone else.
It had been many years since an interdimensional set of ruins appeared on Earth. This was undoubtedly a massive treasure trove!
Boom!
The mountains around the lake began to tremble as huge waves were whipped up on the surface of the water itself.
The vital energy formed a dense pillar of energy and extended up toward the sky.
Crack…
It was as if something had broken, and a white door of around thirty feet in size suddenly appeared above the center of the lake.
Instantly, heavenly music sounded and five-colored divine lights appeared in the sky!
This was a spatial door!
Almost all the powerful beings around the area exploded into action.
Blood God, Dark Wolf God, Peak Jonin, Hua Nation cultivators, hidden sorcerers, DNA warriors…
A series of powerful aura exploded forth and charged toward the spatial gate!
Only An Lin's team were standing off to the side as if they wanted to verify something.
The quickest to reach the gate were a crimson streak and a black streak. They reached the gate almost simultaneously.
"P*ss off, dirty Blood Tribe scum!"
The Dark Wolf God whipped up black gale-force winds with its claws which were imbued with the power of death. Blood God Duke was forced to stop in his tracks and make a retreat.
"Haha, see ya later, sucker!"
A triumphant expression appeared on the Dark Wolf God's face as he charged headfirst toward the spatial door.
Boom!
A huge noise erupted, whipping up waves on the surface of the lake.
The Dark Wolf God fell into the lake in a spell of dizziness. "Holy f*ck! What the hell was that?!"
It felt like its head had collided with some indestructible barrier. He had too much momentum, and now he felt as if the whole world was spinning in circles around him.
"Hahaha… idiot!"
Duke chortled with mirth and charged toward the spatial gate with his crimson spear in hand.
Boom! 
He stabbed his crimson spear toward the spatial gate with unstoppable force.
However, he was met with immense backlash which immediately knocked him back over a hundred meters as blood rolled down the corner of his mouth.
"What's going on?"
"Is the spatial gate inaccessible?"
All the people behind the Dark Wolf God and the Blood God had shock written on their faces.
"Perhaps there's a cultivation base restriction, let me try!"
A fatso cultivator charged toward the spatial gate with a sword in hand. The fierce power of his sword intent even parted the lake water beneath him.
He was the talisman prodigy of the Qing Immortal Sect, a cultivator of Spirit Nurturing Final Stage cultivation base.
Boom! 
Another loud boom erupted and the fatso's body planted itself firmly against the spatial door as his longsword fell from his grasp into the river, creating an extremely pitiful sight.
An Lin smiled lightly. "So the spatial gate really is inaccessible to anyone else."
"It's our turn now!"


On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God. 
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father's immense debt, putting his life at risk. 
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.
    
After learning that he was saved by an Immortal, An Lin is gifted, seemingly out of pure generosity, the 'God Of War System,' and a pass to a new realm.
Follow An Lin as he experiences a whole new world of legends, meets many new friends, acquires legendary weapons and tools, and starts on his path of becoming a powerful cultivator. There is never a dull time in An Lin's new life with his ‘great’ new system!

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