Hello dear reader this book isn’t mine 
But I loved the book so I’m sharing you 
Please enjoy ? 

All rights goes to MIU NOVELS. S/he’s the one who wrote it. The wort lets just say I’m fan of this book ?

Xinhai Weipo, which had the most number of online users in the country.
Penghui Films Lin Hao: "I'm very sorry to inform all of the audiences that because of some special reason, The Gale Flash will be going under a remake. At the same time, the name of the film is still in discussion. We predict that the time of release will be delayed and hope that all of the film lovers will forgive us."
After this message was released online, Lin Hao secretly laughed to himself. Hehe, now that I said this, those film lovers will definitely be curious. Then, I shall just post a few of the new scenes. That will definitely blow off their minds, won't it?
Indeed, after his message was posted for less than ten minutes, many film lovers saw it, and some of them scolded him, while others curiously asked for the reason. Whatever the case, this topic had been hyped up. The number of people forwarding the message and discussing it increased crazily. Just an hour or so later, there were already 300,000 plus forwards, and it was still on the rise.
Spectator one: "Director Lin, what was the reason for the delay? My girlfriend and I were waiting just for this film."
Spectator two: "Director Lin, you have to hold yourself to your words. What do you mean now by bouncing on your check?"
Spectator three: "Everyone, relax, I believe that Director Lin will definitely give us an answer. Just wait for it."
Spectator four to Spectator N: "Everyone, don't fret, we believe that Director Lin will give us a reason!"
As for Lin Hao, he was seated on his chair, eating snacks and looking at the replies on Weipo. Seeing that this topic had already entered the ranks of Weipo's list of hottest topics, he had already held them in suspense for long enough. Now, it was time to throw in the bomb. "Everyone, don't fret. The reason for the delay was because of the guide from a mystery man. He caused me to open up my mind, and I am now preparing a new script. Also, the fighting scenes are undergoing a remake too."
Once this message was posted, the spectators' curiosity was raised even more. A lot of people asked—
Spectator one: "Mystery man? Who? He can actually guide you?"
Spectator two: "Exactly. Director Lin, you're already one of the most famous big directors in the country, who would dare to say he can teach you?"
This types of questions rushed in like a tsunami, everyone's curiosity was aroused and had only one question: "What kind of man can actually still teach and guide this big director? It's more likely that Lin Hao is the one who can guide others, isn't it?"
Now, this topic rocketed up the list to number four, only an inch's distance from number three. Just at this moment, Lin Hao posted his third message. "You guys might not believe me, but the person who guided me was the producer of Unexpectedly!. Because of privacy reasons, I'm unable to reveal his name. I can only say that there are always higher mountains and smarter people out there. I had always thought too highly of myself in the past. This time, he didn't just bring about a few changes in the plot but also changes in the fighting scenes. Only today have I realized how small my horizons were in the past. Now, please watch the video below—" Lastly, Lin Hao posted the video of the fight between Geezer Wang and Mu Zixiao that was taken by a crew member through his phone.
Then, it was as if a stone was thrown in the water, causing thousands of ripples. The entire Weipo totally erupted!
Spectator one: "What the heck! The producer from Unexpectedly! went to your crew? I must watch this video then!"
Spectator two: "My God, this… this is real kungfu! Director Lin, you're using real kungfu for this movie? The fighting scene is really great! This is really spectacular!"
Spectator three: "This must be the first martial arts film in the history of our kungfu that uses real kungfu, right? Director Lin, I love you!"
Spectator four: "The producer from Unexpectedly! actually had such big means. I'm his most devoted follower now!"
Spectator five: "This is my kneecap for a year. Director Lin, please keep it!"
Two hours later, this post skyrocketed up the list of Weipo's hottest topics to number one, and the distance between it and number two was getting larger and larger, from tens of thousands at first to twenty thousand, thirty thousand, and even more!
Lin Hao, who was seated, drinking, and eating his snacks, laughed cheekily and said, "Young Master is really awesome, he is indeed invincible! In the past, if I wanted to create such a hot topic, I would have to spend at least a hundred thousand on hiring the Internet Water Army—how much snacks can I buy with that money!"
…
Chenhui Building, level eight, Zhong Dian website.
Zhang Wenyang: "What are the statistics for those few books?"
The secretary: "Sir, the number of bookmarks for these books are rising faster and faster. They have already exceeded the 80,000 mark."
Zhang Wenyang: "What about the number of clicks and the recommendation tickets[1]?"
The secretary: "They're also increasing rapidly. However, there are quite a number of people who didn't like them. There are a lot of people quarreling over it under the reviews section every day. Do you want to do something about it?"
Zhang Wenyang: "What's there to do about it. It's just because the other authors are jealous of their results. The readers aren't blind—whether a book is good or not isn't something that can be affected just because someone scolded about it, right? A good book isn't afraid of scoldings, and bad books don't have scoldings. We don't have to care about this. How much did we spend on advertisements last time?"
The secretary: "We already used 700,000, the result was obvious. What should we do next?"
Zhang Wenyang: "Now is the time when we should put in even more effort. But it won't be very meaningful now just to promote the books. Oh right, what was the name of those five people that Young Master had his eyes on?"
The secretary: "Dark Dragon of the Universe, Battle Change, Drunk Venom, Ultimate Sky Limit and Treasure Slayer."
Zhang Wenyang: "What are their daily upload rate?"
The secretary: "Battle Change, Ultimate Sky Limit, and Treasure Slayer upload about 9,000 words per day. Dark Dragon of the Universe and Drunk Venom are slightly better, they upload about 12,000 words a day. This speed is already the limit—any faster, and it will affect the quality of their works."
"Yup, I know. Help me calculate, a hundred yuan for a thousand words… using 10,000 words per day, that would mean 30,000 yuan in just a month. One year will be 360,000 yuan, close to 400,000 yuan…" Zhang Wenyang walked around in circles for a while and then said, "These are my instructions! These five people, increase the price for their pay to 200 yuan per 1,000 words! Then make an advertisement that says: 'The five Gods of Zhong Dian are already earning a million per year! Also, if any author writes well, we will promote him to become the new Great God of Zhong Dian! That's a Great God! Who doesn't wants to be a Great God!'"
The secretary stumbled, almost falling over. He furiously wiped off his cold sweat and said, "Director, this idea is not bad, but… but… raising the price on your own accords, that's not very nice, right? We can't make too much of a loss…"
Zhang Wenyang said, "What's not nice about this? Once their net worth increases, other authors will be willing to come over to our website. The more authors there are, the more readers there are. The more readers there are, the more authors there will be. This will snowball, do you understand? Oh right, release another news saying that our Zhong Dian website has twenty God-level nouveau riche. As long as they like what the authors write, that author will become the next Great God!"
The secretary: "All… alright…" He paused before asking again, "Oh right. Director, there's another matter. Now, there are quite a number of companies that want to post their advertisements on our website. And the price isn't low, either. Director Yang was asking whether we should accept them?"
"Reject them!" Zhang Wenyang decided without a second thought. "Reject all of them. Young Master has carefully instructed me before that we're only allowed to spend money but not earn it!"
"All… alright…"
…
Turkey Bookstore, big conference room.
"Director Zheng, these few days Young Master Mingcheng seem to be down on his spirits, shouldn't we think of something to boost our performance to help him cheer up?" A man wearing glasses asked. "These few days, quite a number of companies wanted to put their advertisements on Zhong Dian website but were rejected. Now, they have all come over to us, should we accept them?"
Director Zheng, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle, said, "Those fools, they even push away money. Haha, accept them, why shouldn't we? Accept all of them! Have you counted how much these advertisements will earn us?"
Now that Director Zheng had spoken, the rest all nodded in agreement.
The cost of advertisements wasn't small. The money was already sent to their doorsteps, yet they still pushed them away… their brains must have really been sandwiched by the door before.
The man with glasses said, "Currently, there are about 20 plus companies. They saw that the literary network is doing very well now. Therefore, the prices they offered are all quite high. Some are paying two cents per click, while others pay three cents per click. There are even those offering five cents per click."
Hearing this amount, Director Zheng's eyes lit up. He laughed and said, "This is great! How much IP do we have currently?"
The man with glasses said, "The daily IP is about 1,200,000."
"OK, 1,200,000." Director Zheng smiled and said, "Even if the probability is one to every hundred, in one day there will be 12,000 clicks. Even if it's fewer, there will be around 10,000 clicks. Those advertisements with fewer clicks will have around 200, and those with more will be around 500 clicks. There are about 20 or so companies. Taking a round number, let's just say 20 companies. One day will be at least 5,000 yuan, one month that will be 150,000, one year 1,800,000. This is acceptable, definitely acceptable!" Having calculated these numbers, Director Zheng immediately decided: "Accept all of them! Then, inform Young Master Mingcheng, let him be happy too!"
An advertisement fee of 150,000 per month wasn't a small number.
The man with glasses recorded down his instructions and said, "Then, I shall go and inform the technical branch to add in the advertisements now."
…
One hour later.
A reader was reading a novel, but just as he went to the next page—PAPAPA—popped out three new windows. He was instantly alarmed. "What the heck, has my computer gotten some virus or something!? Why are there so many advertisements?"
He hurriedly closed the windows and started checking for the virus. After a long while, the reader said, "There isn't any virus, but how come there are so many advertisements?"
When he opened Turkey Bookstore again, another three advertisements popped up. "What the heck, what is this? Why are there so many advertisements? This can't do, I need to ask around."
Inside the readers' group.
Reader one: "Hey, do your computers have advertisements popping up when you open the webpage? How come I get three every time? Also, the main page is also full of advertisements!"
Reader two: "What the heck, you too? I thought my computer had gotten a virus or something. I just cleaned the virus, but it was still the same."
Reader three: "Damn it, how are we supposed to read our novels now? There are even more advertisements than novels now, damn it!"
Reader four: "Forget it, there are so many online sites available, why must we stick to this one. I heard that there are five Great Gods over at Zhong Dian website, each of them earning a million yuan a year. Their novels are awesome and fabulous. I shall go and take a look!"
Reader five: "I have seen their books, they're really quite well written. I shall just read novels over there from now on."
…
Two hours later.
Zhong Dian website, Director's office.
The secretary: "Director Yang, our website had quite a number of new individual IPs coming in today. There's about 10 to 20 thousand of them, and it's still increasing. Added to the increase in IPs from before, we have about 30 to 40 increase in IPs every day for this period."
Director Yang: "Have you checked the reason behind the sudden increase?"
The secretary gulped down his saliva and said, "The technical branch secretly asked a few of those new accounts, and after careful asking… it was because they couldn't stand the advertisements in Turkey Bookstore, coupled with the fact that they liked the books from the five Great Gods that Young Master liked. So, they came over. Quite a number of them have already charged up their account and gave rewards, and the rest is also preparing to read the legal VIP chapters."
Director Yang rested his whole body on the sofa. "I'm convinced of Young Master's tactics now, I'm really convinced. Even this kind of tactic also works…" 
[1] An electronic ticket that readers can give to authors they like


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


Napakalaki at tahimik ng kuwartong ito. Si Luo Feng, na nakasuot ng isang simpleng robe na kulay puti ay biglang nagpakita sa loob ng kuwarto.
"Napakalaki ng kuwartong ito," hindi makahingang sinabi ni Luo Feng.
Sa loob ng isang tingin, ang haba ng kuwartong ito ay umaabot sa 50 meters at lapad na umaabot sa 20 meters. Ang kisame naman nito ay may taas na umaabot sa 5 meters. Sa madaling salita… ang area sa loob ng kuwartong ito ay umaabot sa 1,000 square meters. Makikita naman sa gitna ng kuwarto ang isang napakalaki at bilog na kamang may diameter na 3 meters. Makikita naman sa harap ng kamang ito ang isang indoor pool na mayroong habang umaabot sa 20 meters at lapad na umaabot sa 10 meters.
Isang kama, isang pool, mga lamesa at upuan, isang napakaeleganteng hapagkainan, isang relaxer chair, isang training section na mayroong yoga mats…. Ang makikita sa napakalaking kuwartong ito na may sukat na 1,000 square meters, nahahati ang space nito sa iba't ibang sections.
"Hehe."
Ngumiti si Luo Feng.
"Welcome, wargod Luo Feng," sabi ng isang electronic voice na gumulat kay Luo Feng.
"Ito ang iyong private room sa loob ng Palace of Wargods. Walang ibang makakapasok dito maliban sa iyo," sabi ng isang electronic voice na maririnig sa buong kuwarto "Sa loob ng Palace of Wargods, ay maaari kang umorder ng kahit anong makakain o maiinom. Mayroon din ditong napakasarap na pagkaing hindi makikita sa totoong buhay."
Nabigla si Luo Feng. Ang pag-aadvertise ng makakain at maiinom?
"Makikita sa iyong lamesa ang dalawang libro. Ang isa ay ang Rules sa Palace of Wargods at ang isa ay ang Spirit Reader Basics. Sana ay masulit mo ang iyong oras sa pananatili sa loob ng Palace of Wargods," matapos nito ay biglang nawala ang electronic voice sa kanyang kuwarto.
"Mag-enjoy?" tawa ni Luo Feng.
Ang Palace of Wargods na ito ay isang lugar para libangin ang mga wargods?
Ang lamesa ay malapit sa isang bintana at ang buong timog na dingding ng kuwarto ay isang napakalaking French window. Sa bintanang ito, ay nakita niya ang hindi kapanipaniwala sa gandang mga tanawin sa labas.
"Isang paraiso?"
Tumingin si Luo Feng sa labas gamit ang bintanang iyon. Mukahng walang katapusan ang mundong nakita niya sa labas. Makikita rin ang pagkalat at pagreflect ng hamog sa walang katapusang sikat ng araw na nagresulta sa paglabas ng isang bahaghari. Isa itong kamangha-mangha at makapigil-hiningang tanawin. Kahit na isa lang itong virtual space, nagmukha itong totoo dahil sa 100% na virtual modeling na ito. Hindi mapigilang mamangha ang sinumang makakita nito.
"Tingnan na muna natin ang Spirit Reader Basics instruction manual," naglakad si Luo Feng papunta sa lamesa kung saan nakalagay ang dalawang libro. Ang isa sa mga ito ay nababalot ng kulay itim na cover kung saan makikita ang apat na malalaking salita na Palace of Wargod Rules. Itim din ang cover ng isang libro na may kasamang ilaw mula sa bituin na para bang kasing misteryoso ng mabituing kalangitan.
Tatlong malalaking salita ang mababasa rito: Spirit Reader Basics.
"Ang instruction manual na ito ay nagkakahalaga ng 3 stars, mas mahal pa ito kaysa sa isang emperor level fighter jet," kinuha ni Luo Feng ang instruction manual at nagsimulang magbasa.
...
"Ang spiritual force ay nagmumula sa espirito ng isang tao, sa kaluluwa ng isang tao! Ang katawan ay ang pundasyon, ang basehan ng espirito nito."
"Ang spiritual force ay mayroon lang kakayahang dumami at lumakas sa loob ng katawan ng isang tao. Dahil napakaespesyal ng relasyon sa pagitan ng katawan at ng spiritual force, sa oras na tumama ang spiritual force sa isang tao o hayop ay agad itong tatagos dito. Kaya walang kakayahan ang spiritual force na atakihin ng direkta ang katawan ng kalaban. Kinakailangan nitong umatake sa pamamagitan ng espesyal na bagay gaya ng mga kutsilyo o iba pang sandata."
Hindi naiwasang mapatango si Luo Feng matapos basahin ang parteng ito.
Walang duda!
Gaya ng kanyang pagtakbo, ang kanyang spiritual force ay gumagana sa isang external na bagay gaya ng kanyang shield, ilalim ng kanyang battle boots, armguards, etc. at hindi sa kanyang mga damit. At bakit? Ito ay dahil sa atomic perspective, ang isang battle uniform ay mayroong napakaraming butas! Kaya sa oras na dumikit ang spiritual force sa battle uniform, natural na lulusot ang karamihan sa mga ito sa mga butas na ito at papasok sa katawan ng taong may suot nito.
Pero medyo epektibo pa rin ito.
Pero 1/10 lang ng tunay nitong potensyal ang magagawa nito. Magagamit mo ang 100% na epekto nito sa oras na gamitin mo ito sa mga lugar gaya ng shield, ilalim ng battle boots etc.
"Ang spiritual force, ay puwedeng magkaroon ng form at hindi."
"Ang pagkakaroon ng form ang magbibigay dito ng hindi mapapantayang lakas. Kaya nitong kontrolin ang mga bagay at patayin ang mga kalaban sa layong umaabot sa 100 meters."
"Kaya naman ng formless na pumasok sa puso ng isang taong walang kamalay-malay at patayin ito ng hindi gumagawa ng kahit anong ingay."
"Napakatahimik nito at hindi nananatili sa isang state."
"Ang mga spirit reader ay nahahati sa tatlong kategorya…. Ang unang uri nito ay mayroong kakayahang kumontrol ng mga bagay at pumatay ng mga kalaban. Ang pangalawang uri ng mga ito ay mayroong kakayahang atakihin ng direkta ang isip ng kalaban. At ang ikatlong uri naman ay mayroong kakayahang magpaamo ng mga halimaw."
...
Nagpatuloy sa pagbabasa si Luo Feng. Ang kalahati ng librong ito ay tumatalakay sa "pagkontrol ng mga bagay para pumatay ng mga kalaban". Ang natitirang bahagi naman nito ay tumatalakay sa "direktang pagatake sa isip ng kalaban". Wala namang mababanggit na kahit ano tungkol sa ikatlong uri, tungkol sa pagpapaamo ng mga halimaw.
"Huh?" nang nagpatuloy sa pagbabasa si Luo Feng tungkol sa unang uri, ang pagkontrol sa mga bagay upang makapatay ng mga kalaban, pinaliwanag ng linyang ito ang kanyang mga mata.
"Ang mga spirit readers na nakafocus sa pagkontrol ng mga bagay, sa oras na lumakas ang mga ito, ay magkakaroon ng tatlong kategorya na puwedeng sanayin ang mga ito: "Ang lakas ng spiritual force", "mga sandata", at "technique". Tinatalakay ng karamihan sa librong ito ang tungkol sa technique. Sinasabi sa technique kung ilang sandata ang magagawang makontrol ng isang spirit reader habang pinapanatili ang maximum power nito."
"Halimbawa, ang isang intermediate level spirit reader ay mayroong impact power na umaabot sa 160,000 KG sa pamamagitan ng isang throwing knife!"
"Kapag kumontrol ito ng limang throwing knives na kung saan ang bawat isa ay mayroong impact power na umaabot sa 160,000KG, ang kabuohang impact power ng limang ito ay umaabot sa 800,000 KG!"
"Paano naman kung kumontrol siya ng sampung throwing knives ng sabay-sabay, kung saan umaabot ang impact power ng bawat isang throwing knife sa maximum na lakas nito? Ito ay 1,600,000 KG ng impact power!"
"At paano naman kung magawa niyang kumontrol ng 20 knives ng sabay-sabay kung saan ang bawat isa ay nasa maximum impact power nito? Ito ay mayroong kabuohang impact power na umaabot sa 3,200,000 KG!"
"Ang pananatili sa maximum na lakas habang kumokontrol ng maraming sandata… magiging malakas ang isang spirit reader sa pamamaraang iyon. Ang susunod na parte ay magtuturo sa iyo kung paano magpataas ng bilang ng sandatang kaya mong kontrolin ng sabay-sabay habang pinapanatili ang maximum power ng bawat isa sa mga ito."
Matapos mabasa ang parteng ito ay natigilan si Luo Feng.
Oo, ang bilang ng throwing knives na kaya niyang kontrolin!
Ang Phantom Demon Catalan na iyon ay isang intermediate level wargod spirit reader lang pero nagawa nitong kumontrol ng siyam na daggers ng sabay-sabay habang pinapanatili ang maximum power ng bawat isa sa mga ito! Para naman kay Luo Feng na nasa tuktok ng advanced wargod level spirit reader, ay nagagawa niyang kumontrol ng anim na throwing knives ng sabay-sabay. Napakakaunti ng bilang ng throwing knives na kaya niyang kontrolin.
"Kaya kong panatilihin ang impact power na 500,000 kg sa aking throwing knives! Kaya ang anim sa kanila ay mayroong kabuohang impact power na umaabot sa 3,000,000 kg. Kung magagawa kong kumontrol ng 10 na throwing knives... aabot ito sa 5,000,000 kg? 20 na throwing knives naman ay aabot sa 10,000,000 kg, jusko! Hindi ito magagawang salagin maging ng isang fighter na lumalampas sa wargod level," nasabik ng husto si Luo Feng.
Habang patuloy siyang nagbabasa, narealize ni Luo Feng kung gaano kahirap ang pananatili sa maximum na lakas ng bawat isang bagay na kanyang kinokontrol!
Nang walang special training, maikokonsidera si Luo Feng bilang isang talentadong fighter sa pagkokontrol ng anim na throwing knives ng sabay.
Nagsanay ng ilang dosenang taon si Phantom Demon Catalan pero nagawa lang nito na kumontrol ng siyam na daggers! Pero walang Spirit Reader Basics instruction manual si Phantom Demon Catalan na magtuturo sa kanya ng tamang paggamit sa kanyang spiritual force. Sa buong mundo, hindi lalampas sa lima ang kabuohang bilang ng spirit reader na may kakayahang kumontrol ng 10 na throwing knives sa maximum na lakas ng bawat isa sa mga ito ng sabay.
20 na throwing knives?
Ito ay isang bagay na pinapangarap ng lahat ng spirit reader sa buong mundo.
"Hindi na ako magtataka kung bakit umabot sa 3 stars ang halaga ng instruction manual na ito na puwede ko lang basahin sa loob ng virtual space," pasaya ng pasaya si Luo Feng habang parami ng parami ang nababasa nito. "Mukhang napakahirap magdagdag ng isang throwing knife. Pero hangga't mayroon akong paraan para magsanay ay magiimprove rin ako kung hindi ko ito titigilan."
Kumulo ang dugo ni Luo Feng matapos mabasa ang controlling objects section. Nagpatuloy siya sa pagbabasa ng spiritual attack section.
"Talaga?"
"Sa loob ng iyong diwa, ang iyong spiritual force ay lumalakas ng isang level. Sa oras na pumasok ang iyong spiritual force sa ibang tao, hindi lang ito hihina, malilimitahan din ito ng diwa ng iyong kalaban na makapagpapahina rito ng isang level?" bulong ni Luo Feng sa kanyang sarili. "Sa madaling salita, kung gusto mong pumatay ng isang tao gamit ang iyong spiritual force ay kinakailangan mong magkaroon ng spiritual force na mas mataas ng tatlong level kaysa rito!"
Kung ang spiritual force ng isang advanced level wargod spirit reader ay pumasok sa diwa ng isang beginner level wargod, ang spiritual force ng advanced level wargod ay malilimitahan habang ang spiritual force naman ng beginner level wargod ay lalakas na makapagpapapantay sa lakas ng mga ito!
Kung mas mataas ka lang ng tatlong level!
Mo magagawang patayin ang iyong kalaban!
"Ano? Ang pangkaraniwang fighters ay mayroon ding napakalakas na spiritual force?" nagulat si Luo Feng nang mabasa niya ito.
Ang pangkaraniwang fighters ay walang kakayahang makapagtelekinesis!
Pero hindi nito ibig sabihin na mahina ang kaluluwa ng mga ito. Sa totoo lang, ang mga malalakas na fighters na mayroong mga hindi natitibag na kagustuhan ay mayroong napakalakas na spiritual force. Halimbawa, ang isang advanced level wargod ay mayroong napakakaunting spiritual force sa kanyang diwa. Kung pag-uusapan ang kalidad nito, hindi ito mas mahina kaysa sa spiritual force ng isang advanced level wargod spirit reader. Mas marami lang talaga ang bilang nito kaysa rito.
...
Napakakomplikado ng mga spiritual attacks. At hindi rin naman ganoon kahusay ang mga tao sa buong mundo rito.
Mayroong 18 na atakeng nakarekord sa buong instruction manual.
Mayroong 'Illusory Dream", "Phantom Eye", "Spiritual Awl Pierce", "Soul Shaker"... iilan ito sa kilalang technique sa buong mundo, at 18 pa sa mga ito.
Ang pamamaraan sa pagpatay ng isang tao ay---
Ang paggamit ng mga technique na ito sa pagdidistract ng iyong kalaban bago mo ito patayin ng mga bagay na kinokontrol mo!
"Una ay ang paggamit ng technique na ito at pagkatapos ay ang pagkontrol ng isang bagay?" buntong-hininga ni Luo Feng sa kanyang sarili, nadismaya siya ng husto sa tinatawag nilang spiritual attack na ito. Pero naghahanda pa rin si Luo Feng para pag-aralan ang 18 na techniques na ito.
….
Nagpatuloy siya sa pagbabasa sa third section—ang pagpapaamo sa mga halimaw.
Ayon sa libro, mayroong kakayahan ang iyong spiritual force sa pagpapaamo ng mga halimaw. Sa ngayon ay mayroong siyam na spirit readers na nagtagumpay sa pagpapaamo ng mga halimaw. Pero mayroon lang isang pamamaraan ng pagpapaamo ng halimaw ang nairekord—ang spiritual communication! Isang napakaingat na pamamaraan ng pakikipagkaibigan sa mga halimaw.
Isinara na niya ang libro.
Huminga ng malalim si Luo Feng at naglakad papunta sa bintana habang nakatingin sa walang katapusang kalangitan at karagatan sa labas.
"Sa halagang 3 stars ay napakamahal nito," ngiti ni Luo Feng "Pero sulit naman ang laman nito!"
Matapos lang mabasa ito, saka lang ni Luo Feng naintindihan kung bakit itinatago ng husto ni Hong ang instruction manual na ito. Puwede nating sabihin na matapos niyang mabasa ang Spirit Reader Basics instruction manual ay saka lang naintindihan ni Luo Feng kung paano magsanay bilang isang spirit reader. Nagsabi ang libro ng iba't ibang pamamaraan sa pagpaparami ng mga throwing knives na kayang kontrolin kasama ng 18 na spiritual attack techniques.
Walang katumbas na halaga ang mga techniques na ito. Sino ba namang makapagsasabi kung paano ito naipon ni Hong.
"Kung nakuha ko ang instruction manual na ito noong nakaraang taon pa lang ay baka doble na ang kasalukuyan kong lakas ngayon!" tingin ni Luo Feng sa labas ng bintana, napuno ng saya ang kanyang puso.
Magpapatuloy na lang siguro ako sa pagsasanay ng husto.
Ayon sa mga descriptions sa loob ng libro, sa oras na umabot ang bilang ng throwing knives na kayang kontrolin ng isang advanced level wargod spirit reader sa isang punto ay maaari itong makagawa ng isang breakthrough at maging isang fighter na lumalampas sa wargod level!
"Magfofocus na muna ako sa pagkontrol ng mga bagay at ang paggamit ng ilang spiritual attack techniques bilang suporta," isip ni Luo Feng sa kanyang sarili.
Ang magsikap!
Ngayong isa na siyang examiner ay maaari na siyang magpahinay-hinay habang ligtas na sinasanay ang object controlling technique na ito. Siguro ay magagawa niyang malakampas sa wargod level.
"Oras na para makipagkita sa ibang wargods."
"Ang lahat ng wargods sa buong mundo ay miyembro ng Palace of Wargods! Sino ba namang makapagsasabi kung ilan na ang bilang ng mga ito," nacurious si Luo Feng kung ilang wargods na ba ang makikita sa buong mundo!


Taong 2056, sa loob ng isang siyudad na makikita sa Su Jin Area makikita ang isang teenager na nakasuot ng combat vest, pangsundalong pangibaba at battle boots na gawa sa alloy na nakaupo sa tuktok ng isang sira sirang six story residential apartment. Makikita sa kaniyang likuran ang isang hexagonal shield at ang kaniyang hawak hawak na blood-shadow battle knife. Tahimik siyang nakaupo sa dulo ng rooftop. Makikita sa mga oras na ito ang kumikinang na kalangitan at mararamdaman ang napakapreskong hangin na kasalukuyang umiihip patungo sa kaniya. Pero tanging katahimikan lamang ang maririnig sa sira sira at abandonadong siyudad na ito at kung minsan ay mayroong paisa isang pagalulong ang maririnig na magbibigay takot sa sinumang makarinig nito.

The magnetically controlled retractable armor was ready to be activated. Han Xiao was either going to fight or escape.
However, the monster was merely staring in the direction of the door. It was as if the monster had not noticed the existence of Han Xiao. It was standing there without moving.
Night-blindness?
Han Xiao felt a tinge of elation in his heart. Luckily, he did not switch on his torch, else he would have suffered the fate of the pilgrims before him.
Standing three meters tall, the monster had a human shape, and layers of muscles could be seen on his body. The muscles stacked together like little hills. However, the muscular body did not look aesthetically pleasing. Instead, the elongated muscles turned people off. The muscles were also rotting. There were even holes at certain areas, and plump maggots could be seen crawling around the rotting meat.
Compared its massive body, the head and neck of the creature were especially small. The skin of the monster was stretched tight by the muscles. The face of the creature also looked disproportionate. Looking at his face, one would automatically think of other abnormal individuals, like the Deformed Devil and the Sun Knight.
Han Xiao scanned the layout of the room. There was a bunch of medical equipment and four pods that were probably used for experiments. Two of the pods had been crushed. One of them was closed. There was only one free pod available for use.
There were liquid-delivery tubes on the pods. They were attached to a transparent container that only had stains of the neon-like liquid left.
Han Xiao moved backwards carefully. When he realized that the monster was still not moving, he heaved a sigh of relief. He walked down the corridor and quickly reached the second and third metal gates. The rusty gates were all locked up tight by another metallic barrier. The card-reader was so rusty that it could no longer be used.
Han Xiao did not give up because of that. He took the card-reader apart to check out its model.
Hmmm… I can't tell.

That's not important!

This place was a secret military facility decades ago. However, the facility was abandoned a couple of years back, and it was probably a site used for biochemical experiments. The experiments probably failed… or could they have succeeded? The muscular creature really doesn't look like a normal biological organism. Wait, the corridor can't be so long. How big is this base exactly?
There was silence throughout the dark corridor. The deeper one ventured into the corridor, the darker it got. Even the night-vision visor only had a visibility radius of five meters. The surrounding environment beyond that was a mystery to Han Xiao. Fortunately, he was lucky to not have claustrophobia or a phobia of darkness.
Han Xiao felt like he was walking on the edge of a knife; danger seemed imminent. Although Han Xiao was no chicken, he could feel cold sweat breaking out from all areas of his body. That was the innate reaction of any living being that was going to face an upcoming, unknown danger. Han Xiao knew that being too nervous would affect his ability to make good decisions quickly at stressful moments. He started chanting something under his breath to keep his nerves at bay.
"Stay calm even when the sky collapses. The breeze is so soothing. The waves are not choppy. The height of the mountain does not matter. There will be a fairy. A horse may be old, but it is still ambitious…"
In actual fact, Han Xiao was also unsure of what he was mumbling. However, after his chants, he no longer felt so nervous.
Along the way, he saw more than ten gates, but only the one leading to the room housing the beast was opened. The rest of the gates were all shut tightly. Eventually, he reached the end of the corridor, and a larger gate stood before his eyes. That was probably the main room. The metallic barrier was lower by a third of the distance, and he was able to enter the room.
That was the second room that one could enter. Based on the logic behind the Instance Dungeon, there was probably some useful information there.
The room seemed to be a gigantic lab. There were rusty machines everywhere, and experiment pods were sitting in the center of the room.
It seems like there is no danger.
The dust in the room choked him, and the pungent rotting smell filled his nose. There was a corpse on the table, and it was shriveled up. There were torn fragments of fabric on the body, and Han Xiao could faintly tell that the pieces of cloth belonged to a white lab coat.
Han Xiao found a book at the table near the body. He wiped the dust from the cover of the book in an attempt to find out some useful information. After taking a closer look at it, he realized it was a diary.
"13 July. The professor modified the Felonia serum for the 67th time and injected it into the lab rat. The effects are amazing and have exceeded our expectations. It there are no negative reactions, we can proceed with human trials."
"17 July. The lab rat is dead. It is a failure. The cause of death is organ failure. The professor is disappointed. He locked himself up in his room. I could hear him smashing things in his office. The lab report for the experiment was missing."
"20 July. The professor insisted on carrying out human trials. The higher ups approved the professor's request. This is insane! Have they all forgotten about Experiment 000? The lab report for the experiment was torn and missing."
"26 July. The base released a new set of regulations. All researchers are supposed to submit their electronic devices. We are not allowed to connect to any external networks. Are we going to be defeated?"
"5 August. This is the 7th day of experiment 008. The human subject is in a stable condition. There are no special changes in the subject. The professor is dejected."
"11 August. The higher-ups sent out orders for us to retreat. The battle is not going well for our side, and we have to preserve whatever resources are left. Everyone is feeling scared. As usual, the professor is unwilling to face the reality that we have been defeated. I have prepared myself mentally for this outcome. I noticed that the guards protecting the base have become sparser over the past few months. That is probably due to the fact that most of them were being deployed to the frontline as reinforcements. Damn it, if I did not leave my post as a military doctor, I will not be stuck in this depressing facility. Everyone looks so gloomy here. There is no life! I hate his place!"
"14 August. We will be retreating tomorrow. We are heading to Base 03 to seek shelter. There is not much time. We backed up all data related to the Felonia Serum. The guards are so rough. They want to blow the entire facility up. The professor took some serums with him. The rest of the serums were all destroyed."
The entries in the diary stopped there. Han Xiao flipped back to the front, but he could not find any more valuable information. Many pages were torn away from the diary.
The corpses at the side evidently showed that the people in the facility did not manage to escape. An accident must have happened between August 14th and August 15th that resulted in the deaths of the researchers and guards in the facility. Also, most of them had died in the basement. That explained the countless red-eyed Necro-worms active in the basement that Han Xiao had seen—the worms fed on the dead bodies!
What's a Felonia Serum? Han Xiao was intrigued by the serum. He suddenly remembered the dried-up liquid in the previous lab's experimental pod. That must have been what was left of the serum. The diary also noted that the "professor has the serum". The body of the professor was most likely in the basement. Han Xiao had no interest in entering the restricted area. Therefore, it was probably impossible for him to obtain the serum.
Seems like there will be no interesting discoveries this time round. Han Xiao shook his head in disappointment. He then looked up and took a deep breath.
He saw a block box in the center of the table. He walked toward it hastily and opened the cover of the box. There were three tubes of a fluorescent serum in the box.
At that instant, an ancient saying flashed in his mind—In times of desperation, there will eventually be light. What you search so hard for can actually be obtained so easily. In fact, it is just right before your eyes if turn back and take a closer look.
Han Xiao looked at the body on the table. He bit his lip and wondered to himself, Could the dead body be the professor?
Han Xiao grabbed the three serums and scanned through liquid in the tubes.
Where on earth do you find a serum of such a weird color?
_____________________
You gained [Felonia Serum (Incomplete)] x 3.
Felonia Serum (Incomplete): It is a serum with the medicinal ability to improve one's physical capability. The formula has yet to be perfected. After the usage of the serum, mutation is a distinct possibility.
Note, these are the last three remaining Felonia Serums.
——————————————————————
Ah a biochemical serum. A serum without a tested and proven formula is highly dangerous. The serums I possess are incomplete products. It is highly likely for mutations to occur if I injected the serum into my body. I will probably become the muscular beast I just saw…
Han Xiao felt a cold shiver up his spine.
There is probably nothing else left here. I am going to leave this place as soon as possible. This place is very creepy.
Han Xiao turned around and met the gaze of the muscular monster standing there silently.


What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? 
What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC - you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched! 
What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? 
Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life's knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

As he was sitting alone in his room, Luo Yunyang intently flipped through the materials in his hand. He felt really dissatisfied deep down.
These materials were a record of the challenges between the various paths during the past 1,000 years.
900 years ago, the Acute Metal Path challenged the Bloody Massacre Path and won all five battles!
850 years ago, the Autumn Water Path had challenged the Bloody Massacre Path and won four out of the five battles!
760 years ago, the Fiery Sun Path had challenged the Bloody Massacre Path and won four out of the five battles, losing only one!
600 years ago, the Evergreen Path had challenged the Bloody Massacre Path and won all five battles!
…
The battle records between the other paths only included one record, the battle record between the Autumn Water Path and the Acute Metal Path. The Acute Metal Path had won three out of the five total battles and lost the remaining two.
Although it seemed like the Autumn Water Path had lost, it was the Acute Metal Path who had actually lost, as the disciples of the Autumn Water Path had ultimately been allowed to view the Acute Metal Path's Sky Book.
Although it was still hard for the youngest generation to fully comprehend the complexities of the toughest concepts of the Sky Book within a month, just one session of browsing would still enhance one's power, allowing the strong to get even stronger.
Unlike the Autumn Water Path, which had managed to maintain its dignity despite its defeat, the Bloody Massacre Path continued to suffer humiliating defeats in each battle they were involved in.
Every time they lost, their opponents were allowed to peruse their Sky Book.
Although the Bloody Massacre Path was very unhappy about this, they had not challenged the other paths during the past 10,000 years, not because they didn't want to, but because they were too afraid!
Meanwhile, the other paths would immediately challenge the Bloody Massacre Path to a battle the moment they recruited excellent disciples. 
"Damn it! All these years and not even one victory?" Luo Yunyang shook his head helplessly.
He did not expect a response to his question. However, he saw Badebu brimming with enthusiasm.
"Master, there are two main reasons for the multiple defeats recorded here. One, the disciples of the Bloody Massacre Path are getting worse with each successive generation. Two, this has to do with the Sky Book acquired by the Bloody Massacre Path!"
Luo Yunyang definitely wasn't interested in looking into that problem. It wasn't nice to know that the successive generations of the Bloody Massacre Path were getting worse.
However, he was extremely interested in the second reason, which was related to the Sky Book.
"My great master, you should know that the Sky Book of the Bloody Massacre Path, which you browse through every month, is the fifth volume."
Badebu moved his small hands across the screen of the device and wrote the number five.
Although he did think that this little chap was overreacting, Luo Yunyang still nodded his head slightly.
His nod was a form of acknowledgment that encouraged the little devil, who chimed happily, "My great master, among the nine volumes of the Sky Book, the fifth volume holds the most central position. If one ranked the different volumes of the Sky Book based on importance, this would be the most important one. I believe you must also have noticed that the diagrams of the Origin Source Laws in the Sky Book are pretty much evenly distributed."
As he said this, Badebu scribbled 'evenly distributed' in large letters on the screen.
Luo Yunyang had never noticed this even distribution in the Sky Book before. However, after hearing Badebu's words, he did begin to think that the diagrams of the different Origin Source Laws in the Sky Book were indeed quite evenly distributed.
"Do you know why the other paths have names based on Origin Source Laws to some extent, whereas our path is called the Bloody Massacre Path?"
The little fiend moved quickly once again, writing the words 'Bloody Massacre' and imprinting them deeply right before Luo Yunyang.
Luo Yunyang kind of understood what the little fiend was trying to say. However, he still wanted to hear the reason right from Badebu's mouth.
The little fiend did not disappoint him. He continued writing on the electronic screen. "Many of the Sky Books acquired by the other paths present a certain type of Origin Source Law."
"For example, 80 percent of the diagrams in the Sky Book of the Fiery Sun Path is mainly based on Intense Fire Origin Source Law."
"The remaining 20 percent is made up of other Origin Source Laws. This cannot only allow the disciples of the Intense Sun Path to experience the Intense Fire Origin Source Law, but also to train and create other unique paths from the foundation of Intense Fire Origin Source Law."
"Because their understanding of this Origin Source Law is more profound, their path cultivation has a higher grade than that of the other paths. For example, their highest-rated cultivation is the Great Unrivaled Sun Path, a tier-two path formed by combining Fire Origin Law and Radiance Origin Source Law."
A tier-two cultivation path? Luo Yunyang recalled that most of the cultivation paths he had seen in the Sky Book Hall had been tier-four.
Furthermore, it seemed like there were only tier-one, tier-two or tier-three paths. Needless to say that the rest were too far in terms of standards compared to the top ones.
"Of course, the Origin Source Law of their Sky Book is too undeviating, so they don't have a top-tier cultivation path like your Great Chaotic Hole Path."
As he listened to the little fiend's explanation, Luo Yunyang suddenly asked, "If the Bloody Massacre Path is as weak as it seems to be, then why doesn't it rank last among the nine paths? It seems to rank fourth on the list!"
"He he… Master, there… there are certain reasons for this. For example, the Bloody Massacre Path is better at assassinations. Besides, the Sky Book of the Bloody Massacre Path also allows us to have considerably more battle power."
"Speaking of all those years ago…" The little fiend suddenly grabbed his neck tightly, as if he was unable to breathe.
Although Badebu enjoyed being mischievous, his current manner startled Luo Yunyang. Based on what he saw, the little fiend did not seem to be feigning this. He was really in a lot of pain.
"My great master, please forgive Badebu for not being able to say this. Please try to slowly comprehend it on your own!"
Badebu, who had managed to survive this ordeal, reappeared on the screen. However, he now looked as weak as if he was on the verge of death.
Luo Yunyang glanced at him and changed the topic "What are the chances of us beating the Fiery Sun Path in this match, Badebu?"
"They are slim, Master!" When Luo Yunyang did not reply, Badebu added with a huge sense of relief, "I don't despise Yang Shang, but when the Blood Space Ruler showed his might… You have seen for yourself… The young man who made a large sun appear above him cultivates the Great Unrivaled Sun Path."
"He and Yang Shang must be equals in terms of cultivation base. Yang Shang may be very strong, but… he is slightly weaker in terms of natural aptitude."
Luo Yunyang knew that Yang Shang's Lightning Fire Path was only a tier-four cultivation path. Thus, he did seem to be at a disadvantage against the might of the tier-two Great Unrivaled Sun Path.
"Take a look at the forum, Master. Even though it is overflowing, it is of little use."
Badebu seemed to realize that he was unable to speak any longer, so he quickly switched over to the webpage. On the page, Luo Yunyang saw all sorts of information and news related to the upcoming battle.
"We definitely mustn't lose this time!'
"The Bloody Massacre Path has already lost many times. This time, we can't lose, no matter what! Yang Shang, Tie Wudi, you two are the strongest in my heart. Two rounds! You guys must win two rounds!"
"The Luochuan fellow is just an eyesore. Come on, everyone! Beat him up so badly that even his mother will no longer be able to recognize him!"
"Yun Dongyang, you said during the last round that you were going to surpass yourself. Make sure that you do not lose this time!"
Although all these posts were able to arouse strong emotions within the reader, there was not much content. Still, Luo Yunyang sensed immense anger and will to beat the common enemy.
He was a member of the Bloody Massacre Path. Thus, regardless of how cruel the training was, the Bloody Massacre Path was still his home in this galaxy.
How could a nest exist without any eggs? If there had been no Bloody Massacre Path, Luo Yunyang wouldn't have been able to have this peaceful life. Right now, he felt a strong sense of belonging deep down.
Hence, Luo Yunyang also posted on the forum of the Meru Realm. This was his first post ever since he had arrived in the Blood Spirit Sky. The post only contained two words—Good Luck!
Time flew past really quickly for a cultivator. A day actually passed in the blink of an eye.
The entire Top Blood Platform was made of a blood-colored jade. Jade alone could withstand the bombardment of Star-Grade powerhouses. The array formations on the Top Blood Platform made it even more stable.
This was the most reputable arena in the Top Blood District, so only the final rounds of the Grand Showdown could take place on the Top Blood Platform.
However, the Top Blood Platform seemed to make the entire Blood Spirit Sky boil right now.
Disciples from the four districts of the Blood Spirit Sky had come, and so had many guards. Even the servants who were able to take time off had gathered there as well.
When Luo Yunyang arrived, he saw the Pig Iron Tyrant King and the others. The Pig Iron Tyrant King did not glare at him hatefully this time. On the contrary, he shot him a respectful look when he glanced over.
Luo Yunyang hesitated for a moment before realizing that the Pig Iron Tyrant King's respectful look came from the bottom of his heart.
"Everyone, the order has been decided. Yang Shang will face Ke Linqi, Tie Wudi will face Chi Tianya, Yun Dongyang will face Zuoshu, Wen Jingxuan will face Yun Tianbei, and Lu Bowen will face the annoying Luochuan!"
Luo Yunyang had been about to find a seat to watch the matches when he heard someone shouting.
No one objected to the battle order. The strongest would face the strongest, while the weakest would face the weakest.
"Look, here comes Yun Dongyang!" cried someone in the crowd excitedly as he pointed in the direction of Yun Dongyang, who was being escorted by several Bloody Massacre Path attendants.
"That's Tie Wudi! Look at how valiant he is! I didn't expect any less from my idol!"
"Wen Jingxuan has arrived too!"
Just as the crowd started cheering and lamenting, someone suddenly shouted, "Bad news! Bad news! Yang Shang, trained too intensely last night and went overboard. He is unable to move right now!"


Violet skies, a world undergoing massive changes, a deficient moon, interlinking voids...
When the world experienced a cataclysmic event,the majority of living things died right away. Although humanity survived by hiding in the last safe zones, humans had to face mutated dire beasts and colossal source beasts that could break through the space barrier and enter the earth at any second.
Luo Yunyang, a young man who grew up in those calamitous times, obtained an attribute regulator and set out to walk the path of supremacy!


By the time they sat down to eat, Laney wouldn't say she and Ysabel Shannon were friends, but at least, they'd found some common ground - though even at the same school, the spheres of a bookworm scholarship student and a sorority queen were separated by more than the difference in their ages. Still, it was a start.
Over coffee after dinner, Zach and his dad watched as Laney demonstrated her electronic reader for his mother. Ysabel pretended to be appalled at the idea that anything could ever replace a good, leather-bound book, but Zach saw the interest sparking in her eyes.
"You're going to want to buy her one of those gadgets for her birthday." Walt took a roll of antacids from his pocket and chewed a couple.
"If that's what it takes to get those two talking, I'll buy her one to match every outfit she owns." Zach looked closely at his dad. Walt's face seemed even paler and more strained than it had been a few days earlier. "You been feeling all right? You're popping those antacids like they're candy. Maybe you should have Xan check you out."
"The day I go to my own daughter for medical care is the day hell freezes over." Walt rolled his eyes at Zach. "Doc Maloney still practices. He's on vacation right now, but if this stomach thing doesn't quit by the time he gets back in a week, I'll have him take a look."
"Good." Zach took a swallow of his coffee. "I just got a text from Quinn. The boys are on their way to Minnesota, and Quinn's on his way home."
Walt grunted his approval. "This plan had better work. There's no way we can arrest the Benedict and Kendricks kids unless we actually catch them in the act."
"I know. But if the fires continue while the boys are gone, at least, we can safely assure everyone, even Ralph and Lester Greene, that there's no possible suspicion on them. Then maybe we can start focusing the investigation elsewhere."
"Yeah. That would be good." Walt nodded over toward the women. "Just make sure your brain is what's doing the thinking. I like the girl, but that doesn't mean her nephew is innocent."
"I know, Dad." He checked his watch then lifted his voice. Saved by the clock. "Hey, Laney, if we want to catch the early show, we need to be leaving." Hawthorne boasted one theater, a former Vaudeville stage that now showed second-run movies on the weekends. Zach had figured that going out somewhere public and seeing a goofball comedy would be a good way to ease her nerves after the meal with his parents and seeing off Parker. Then he planned to take her back to his place.
"Okay." Laney stood and smiled at Zach's mom. "Mrs. Shannon, thank you so much for the wonderful meal. I had a lovely time."
Ysabel stood as well. To Zach's surprise, she reached out one hand and clasped Laney's. "Thank you for coming, dear. We'll have to get together again sometime to talk books."
"Anytime." Laney's face flushed with pleasure. She walked over to where Zach stood with his father. "Sheriff Shannon, thank you - for everything."
"My pleasure, Laney." When she held out her hand, Walt took it in both of his big paws and squeezed. "You two kids have a good time tonight, okay?"
"Okay, Dad." Zach kissed his mother's cheek then took Laney's hand as they left the house.
She'd driven out here on her own, so he followed her back to her house. He leaned against the hood of his Corvette while she parked her car, content for the moment just to look at her. He'd been watching her all afternoon in her silky white top and slim-fitting pink skirt. Pink toenails poked out from the straps of her white sandals. With her tanned legs, she looked like a vanilla and strawberry double-dip cone, one he'd like to lick from top to bottom. "Did you want to change, or are you comfortable in that?"
"Is this too dressy, do you think?" Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip.
Zach shook his head. "It's fine. I just wondered if you wanted to put on jeans or shorts."
She studied him, in new jeans, his dress boots and a pressed western shirt. "Then I'd look like a slob next to you. This is fine." She paused on the way up to her step and walked over to his car. "Do I need anything else?"
He looked down at her and felt his whole body tighten with desire. "You might want to bring a change of clothes and your toothbrush."
Her eyelids flew open. "Oh. Are we...going somewhere after the movie? I kind of thought we were coming back here."
"You haven't seen my house yet. Seems only fair." He toyed with one long dark strand of hair, unable to resist leaning down to kiss her. "And I'll bet I have a bigger bed. But whatever you want to do is fine with me." As long as that doesn't include sleeping alone tonight.
She swallowed hard and nodded. "Let me grab a bag."
Laney didn't remember much of the movie. Truth to tell, by the time she walked out of the theater on Zach's arm, she'd have been hard pressed to even recall the title. All she could think about was that she was going to spend the night with Zach. It took a good bit of control just to keep from hyperventilating.
"You want to stop somewhere for coffee or a drink?" Zach's voice was soothing as he reached over to take her hand in the car. "Or do you want to just call it a night? Whatever you're comfortable with, sweetheart."
Laney had no idea what that would be. This was all outside her usual comfort zone. "You can tell I'm nervous, can't you?" His kindness calmed her fears, at least a little. This is what I've wanted.
His chuckle was warm, not mocking. "Just a bit."
"It's been a long time for me."
"You mentioned that the other day. But oddly enough, it's been a while for me, too. You don't do a lot of dating when you're deployed, and then I was in the hospital for a while, which really cramped my style."



Author:
Cindy Spencer Pape firmly believes in happily-ever-after and brings that to her writing. A multiple award-winning author, she has published almost sixty novels and stories. When not hard at work writing, she can be found restoring her 1870 house, dressing up for steampunk parties and Renaissance fairs, or with her nose buried in a book. Visit her website: www.cindyspencerpape.com.

Zach Shannon is back in town, and tiny Hawthorne, Texas will never be the same. When the local military hero comes home and starts working for his father, the sheriff, one of his first cases is a string of minor fires that everyone seems to blame on a handful of teens from the wrong side of town. Even worse, Zach is rapidly falling for Laney Burroughs, a quiet librarian whose Goth nephew is the suspected ringleader. Their attraction deepens but both have too many responsibilities and too much baggage to make it easy, especially with Zach’s wealthy family, Laney’s nephew, and the entire town looking on.

Xiao Hongyue was wearing a red tracksuit and seemed to be jogging.
At twenty-odd years old and with a simple ponytail, she exuded a refreshing aura and gave off the feeling of an older sister next door. 
His pupils shrank a little when he saw this teacher. "Cultivator?"
He could feel that this older sister teacher Lin Meng had always adored was a cultivator!
A Mystic, and yet she's here as a high school teacher? Interesting!
Fang Yuan shook his head discreetly. 
"Lin Meng… I heard you were out of the hospital, so I'm here to see you!" Xiao Hongyue seemed to have trouble getting her words out. "Your brain…"
"The doctor might have said that about my… brain, but I've never felt better!" Fang Yuan replied blankly. 
The research on the brain contained mysteries yet to be broken, especially when it came to brain development.
Fang Yuan only needed an opportunity to showcase a development of 30% and announce that he had suddenly recovered. Who would doubt him?
Of course, this was because Lin Meng was originally a genius as well. 
No school could protect him if he dared to reveal anything more. He would definitely disappear, captured to be a research subject.
"All right… Remember to start preparations for the sprint when you return to school tomorrow!"
Xiao Hongyue nodded with a trace of sympathy for Fang Yuan when she suddenly saw the dictionary in Fang Yuan's hand. "This is…"
She was a cultivator and could use her spiritual will to scan this strange, large dictionary that Lin Meng was hugging. Her face changed. "You… come with me!"
She grabbed Fang Yuan's hand without thinking, pulled him into the dormitory, and slammed the door behind her.
There were some inevitable brushes between their bodies as they moved along. Fang Yuan's nose tingled as a fragrance got to his nose, causing his heart to thump. Damn… Remnant thoughts from the dead are still messing with me!
"You want to study Olympiad math?" 
Xiao Hongyue lowered her voice as much as possible. "Do you know that while higher math evolved from Olympiad math, the difficulty was reduced many times? Moreover, we have higher math courses on this planet only in preparation for future scientific research. You don't need to delve into Olympiad math if you aren't planning on becoming an Arcanist or a specialized scholar."
It feels awful to be caught with stolen goods!
Fang Yuan frowned inwardly but showed an expression of shock. "Teacher… H-how do you know?"
"Of course, I know… My dear Lin Meng, did you give up on yourself because you damaged your brain?" Xiao Hongyue could not help guessing. "But… Western Arcanists have the same requirement for brain development!"
"Teacher, I just told you, my brain development is normal… At least, I feel better than ever before!"
Fang Yuan could only bite his lip and show himself as a stubborn young man.
"You…"
Xiao Hongyue glanced at him with sorrow, unhappiness, and annoyance.
Fortunately, there were many citizens on Planet Blue Ray who purchased Olympiad math to research on their own. Xiao Hongyue could only remind Fang Yuan. "Don't be distracted. The college entrance exam is near. The other schools aren't bad even if you can't make it into a cultivation university. For example, Academician Shang Ming didn't reach the brain development level and went to Qingbei University. He went on to become a well-respected researcher afterward, and the Alliance even awarded him the Lifetime Achievement Award…"
"I know! I know!"
Fang Yuan raised his hands in surrender after seeing Xiao Hongyue enter her nagging mode.
"All right. There's also…" Xiao Hongyue seemed to have had some difficulty continuing. "Do you know that Ling Fei'er's family, the Ling Corporation, is the pride of Flying Rainbow City? They are famous on Planet Blue Ray as well. Their family property is worth billions. She has been the pearl of her family ever since she was a fetus. Special care was taken then, and she's been exposed to meditation and advanced medications from a young age. Her brain development has reached 40%! She's the type of genius who would definitely make it into a cultivation university!" 
"I understand, Teacher. A precious genius's future partner has to be of the same standing. She has no lack of suitors. Even if I continue pestering her, there won't be a good ending for us. I might even invite trouble and danger…" Fang Yuan nodded. 
"Eh?" Xiao Hongyue surveyed Fang Yuan with utter disbelief.
"I know…" Fang Yuan activated his Oscar-level acting skills and held his head with both hands. "I like her… but I can only keep this feeling deep within my heart… However, since the college entrance exam will be upon us soon, I was afraid… I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to see her again after that.
"Rest assured, Teacher. I might not be able to stop feeling this way, but I'll bury it deep within me and walk my own path!" 
These were also Lin Meng's initial feelings.
"Teacher understands. Lin Meng, be brave!" Xiao Hongyue turned to leave after giving him a word of comfort.
She did not mention the medical bill throughout.
After she left the welfare dormitory, Xiao Hongyue's footsteps sped up. When she arrived at an alley, her wristband projected a screen with the face of a handsome man.
The young man had thick eyebrows, dark brown hair, and slightly blue eyes. He was full of the atmosphere of a mixed-blood.
"Jarvis… I saw your guy finding trouble with Lin Meng. Don't let me see that again!" Xiao Hongyue's voice was ice cold.
"Understood, Miss Hongyue. I won't bother with an ant if he stops harassing Ling Fei'er!" Jarvis gave a gentleman's courtesy, seemingly slightly afraid of Xiao Hongyue. "It's only… I didn't think that an ordinary student would be worthy of your protection."
"He's my student. This is my responsibility as a teacher!" Xiao Hongyue replied matter-of-factly.
"As you wish!"
Jarvis cut the connection, but Xiao Hongyue's rosy lips showed a smirk. "Jarvis, your background doesn't match up to the Ling Family, yet you can catch up to Ling Fei'er's progress. There must be certain forces at work… Perhaps even relating to Western forces…"
She leaped and turned into a red shadow, instantly disappearing.
In the distance, Fang Yuan was in casual clothes with a hat and his hands in his pockets, as though he were an irrelevant passerby.
However, he did hear some information. "Jarvis… that blond's boss? So he has some connections to external forces. Xiao Hongyue's background is even more mysterious, but she doesn't appear to be a special agent… Is this the legendary master from games?"
He had too little information to figure out anything at this point.
He returned to his narrow dorm room after strolling outside for awhile.
"'Elementary Olympiad Math'…"
He shut the windows and turned on the lights. Fang Yuan started reading the first page after suppressing his excitement.
"Knowledge is power!"
"This book is especially for those who wish to tread on the path of the Arcane!"
The title page only had two lines and a faint fragrance, refreshing the reader and making them clear-headed.
"Hmm?" Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "The material of this book is a little different. There are special aromas on every page, equivalent to half a meditator assisting by the side… No wonder they aren't selling an electronic version of it!"
He thumbed the title page and felt the uneven pattern with his fingertips. He was more relaxed with the aroma.
Hidden patterns revealed the contents of a third sentence on the title page.
"To those who found this sentence… Calm analysis and caution. These are the tools that will help an Arcanist!"
"Hidden messages, somewhat like a sorcerer's style…"
Fang Yuan curled his lips and continued reading.
His flipping became slower as time passed. Sweat was visible on his forehead.
He closed the book and exhaled after some time. "I see… Olympiad math is very different from my previous life and what I imagined it to be."
Olympiad math in his previous life, just like Flying Rainbow High's higher math, consisted of more difficult math problems. It was solvable if your logic and methods were right.
However, elementary Olympiad math required mental power! Or the computing power of the brain!
This was why there were scents and textures hidden in the textbooks to help learners enter a better state of mind. 
"Olympiad math agglomerates rational thinking. In fact, it should be cultivating a structure in the mind to load various magic models for subsequent research…"
Fang Yuan was taken aback but also excited. "Could these Grand Arcanists be comparable to photon computers? I really want to open one to take a look…
"Of course, elementary Olympiad math wouldn't be that difficult. Progress can be made with a basic understanding… However, rational thinking and forming an adjunct smart-brain require brain development… Is that why cultivation and the Arcane can't coexist?"
There were no arcane spells and spiritual techniques in this world previously.
People could only research the Arcane or cultivate their entire life after making a decision. There was no third path.
"This is troublesome… But limitations might not be actual limitations to me…"
Fang Yuan's True Spirit was a Demon God from outside after all. The maximum brain development for normal people of this world was 100%, which was why it was difficult to cultivate both concurrently.
However, Fang Yuan might be able to increase it to 200%!
There were thus no shackles.
For brain development to reach 200%, it was not as easy as transplanting a brain. It was a million times more difficult!
Otherwise, the scientists of this world would have long solved the problem facing concurrent cultivation.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Dejun, was a very traditional man especially when it came to his work. He always considered himself a traditional scholar and held himself to old traditional ideas. 

So when Jiang Cheng applied to Shanghai Drama Academy, although Jiang Dejun eventually nodded his agreement, he still held some reservations.

Jiang Dejun had always wanted Jiang Cheng to inherit his so-called traditional culture and ideas, so he always wanted him to become something along the lines of a literary major or a history major, he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to choose the performing arts.

He had always held a biased opinion against actors and the entertainment industry and though acting was considered part of the arts he viewed it as something of lower rank. 

In the past, Jiang Cheng always wanted to prove to his father that even if he became an actor in the future, he wouldn't forget the culture, traditions, and ideas inherited from Chinese civilization and would instead strive to promote them.

The old Jiang Cheng thought of writing a book. He thought if he could write a book that could gain Jiang Dejun's admiration and respect, he would have no objections.

It was a pity that although he was very smart and held outstanding academic achievements since childhood, engaging in book publishing and editing work since childhood, his fondness of literature and writing alone wasn't enough when it actually came down to it.

Writing a book was very difficult.

After all, writing one wasn't just writing whatever came to mind but the long-term accumulation of skill and writing material.

Therefore, although the original Jiang Cheng always held such an idea it unfortunately never came to fruition.

But there was no such problem now. Jiang Cheng had a lifetime of memories and experiences. Not to mention Jiang Cheng himself was a screenwriter, a master of storytelling. In his memories there were a huge number of best-selling books, more than a decade's worth. 

However, considering his current age and identity, Jiang Cheng decided to plagiarize the future historical book: 'Stories About The Ming Dynasty' that would become popular in the south and the north.

In the past, when it came to history, the first thing people thought of was the rigid records of history textbooks. Rarely did anyone except those studying the subject deliberately consult those history books. It was because the books were truly unsightly!

Except for those without much choice or the truly enthusiastic no one else would be willing to troll through thick chunks of information filled with nothing but facts and dates. 

But the emergence of "Stories About The Ming Dynasty" had broken those previous conventions, letting people realize for the first time that history could be written like this.

Although it delivered the same information, the writing method used by the author was different. It was a kind of fresh brushwork full of vitality, the characters seemed like they were all about to jump out of the book.

With his pen, the historical figures were no longer rigid names you had to memorize for an exam but real people. As the Ming Dynasty experienced its ups and downs, you couldn't stop reading. 

True to the opening words of the book: [History should be fun to read]. The author did his best to make learning about the Ming Dynasty enjoyable.

As a screenwriter, Jiang Cheng knew that the success of a good book was one that allowed the reader to have a strong sense of substitution when reading it. If there was a sense of substitution, the reader would unconsciously fall into the world of the book and would read on not wanting to stop; on the contrary, if there was no sense of substitution, the reader would just place the book down and move on.

Undoubtedly, the previous rigid history books wouldn't give anyone a sense of substitution. 

Especially now so, as technology developed and people became less and less interested in researching the past and reading ancient texts. With less and less need in real life, there were fewer and fewer people who studied history.

"Stories About The Ming Dynasty" was different. The author Mingyue used humorous language to narrate those historical events like they were telling a story. The historical characters were given humanity and character, this made them feel more like humans with flesh and blood, people that had actually lived once upon a time. 

The reader discovered over time that the emperors and princes in history too were ordinary people, they too had joys and sorrows, as well as worries and fears. As if passing through space and time, the reader felt a strong resonance and those historical figures and historical events seemed to be within reach.

This book successfully increased interest in history. Showing that history wasn't something only for professors but something that everyone could touch.

Therefore, writing this book could not only cope with Jiang Dejun's complaints, but also indirectly ignite his fame, killing two birds with one stone, especially since he was most in need of fame now, why not?

Getting excited as he thought of his plan, Jiang Cheng immediately acted.

First of all, he found lots of books about the Ming Dynasty. After all, it was a thing of his previous life. Jiang Cheng's memory of the book was only an approximation, he only remembered the language style, as well as the overarching plot. 

Moreover, Jiang Cheng didn't intend to copy Mingyue word for word, it would only be a loose frame, he wanted to write something that was his own.

Fortunately, his father had a plethora of history books if nothing else.

After selecting a couple of relevant ones, Jiang Cheng turned on the desktop again and opened up Word.

The first input was a huge title- [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]

Then the famous sentence under the title: [History should be fun to read] 

The title of the first chapter "Emperor Hongwu" followed and as the story of the legendary emperor Zhu Zhongba slowly unfolded, the book also began to take shape little by little....

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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So I would like to address the state of the book now and going forwards, just so everything is in the clear and people know what to expect going forwards. 

Currently I'm only writing this book as something to do when I have a few minutes to myself before or after work and as such I'm writing it for me rather than you the reader. I consider this my story and will not be changing anything I decide to add to it, no matter the pressure put on me by the reader.  For example I could kill your favourite character and they would stay dead (Unless the plot originally had them survive, e.g hidden power), it would suck but like I said, it is my narrative. 

There will be polls  and a auxiliary chapter so you can make your own characters and that will allow you guys to influence the story however for the time being that sort of thing will be the only the reader can influence it. 

Another thing I'm going to address now is the release rate for the book, as previously stated this book is something for me to do after work and I do not really expect it to get big enough to provide me with any money (E.g Patr eon.) so releases will stay scattered while I work to get enough money to live on. 

Finally I would like to discuss criticisms or improvements you would like to see in the book, I will be adding an Auxiliary chapter where you guys can comment what you would like to see worked on or more of added in the future. I know there isn't a lot of chapters out to judge right now however it is easy to get this stuff set up before the book gets any bigger. I ask that only constructive criticism be placed in the chapter as being a dick about things doesn't really help, all it does is waste both of our time. 

Ok so this is statement or whatever you would like to call it is done, I wanted to let  this out so people who do not like the stuff mentioned above can abandon ship before more chapters are released.

Thanks for reading and have a good day!

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What if Bell wasn't the strongest person in Danmachi? What if there was a hidden talent that had to play down his abilities? What if he no longer wanted to remain in the shadows?

Jerome, known as "7" around the world was an internationally known mercenary that operated before the gods descended. He was slain by Ares and forced to reincarnate in the future.

 He was killed due to his distrust of the gods and the threat his magic would be to the world that they wanted to create.

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