10 years ago they were lovers.
10 years later they are strangers.

so these are some different fap stories that I made up. English is not my mother language so sorry in advance. ok enjoy

NOTE:- I DON'T OWN THESE STORIES

Gun-Ho came back to Yangju and went back to his work at Bangil Gas again.
Once sales were made, Gun-Ho issued electronic tax invoices and added earnings and expenses to <Daily Earnings and Expenses> table in Excel, and then reported it to the owner.
 
Gun-Ho made sure to collect all receipts of every business expense incurred and attached them with glue to the back of an expense form he had purchased from a stationary store in order to properly document them. If there was a client with an outstanding balance for LP gas, Gun-Ho would make a collection phone call to that client as well. He also ran errands for the owner.
"Years of my life will go by like this?"
Gun-Ho was barely making a living; he felt anxious about getting old without saving money.
"It's Wednesday and I don't hear anything from that company in Asan which I had an interview with."
Gun-Ho was constantly checking his smartphone to see if there was any text message from the company. He increased the ringtone of his phone to make sure he didn't miss any calls. There was no phone call, let alone any text message.
"I don't think I got the job. Let's just move on; it is a lost cause. So many smart people are out there. I can't compete with them with my rubbish work experience and qualification. I just have to appreciate the opportunity for having a job interview with them."
Friday came around after Wednesday and Thursday. Gun-Ho gave up on getting a position in the company in Asan. He once again started looking through the newspaper classified section and WorkNet; however, there was no job advertisement which drew Gun-Ho's attention.
"The companies posting a bookkeeper job opening in a newspaper classified section will hire a female, not me. If they hire a male for the job, that's probably because the position is half bookkeeping and half irrelevant chores."
After work, Gun-Ho usually surfed the internet on his laptop in dim light or he went to the PC room in the neighborhood. He felt like he was falling so much farther behind in life compared to his high school friends, which made him feel depressed.
"Won-Chul Jo who is now married should be doing fine, shouldn't he? Byung-Tae Hwang who is working in a research facility of a startup company in Pangyo is getting married soon. He posted about his wedding on Facebook but didn't personally inform me. He could easily find my phone number by contacting Won-Chul or the others."
Gun-Ho drank soju almost every other day, and that increased his alcohol tolerance.
"I am destined to live in the countryside. My life is f*cked up. I have ShinWangJaeWang fate? ShinWangJaeWang my a*s."
 
It had been more than two weeks since Gun-Ho had a job interview with the company in Asan. The memory of the interview was fading away when he received a phone call from that company, a very unexpected one at that.
"Mr. Gun-Ho Goo? How are you? I am the manager of YS Tech in Asan."
"Oh, hi. This is Gun-Ho Goo."
"I am sorry that we took a long time to contact you. You have been hired as our bookkeeper. Can you start on the 1st of next month?"
Gun-Ho came to his senses by this unexpected and sudden phone call.
"Oh, of course, sure. I… I can."
"You have only five days left until the 1st of next month. Can you manage to quit the current job and start a new job with us within five days?"
"Of course, of course. I can certainly do that!"
"Let me tell you then what to bring on your first day of work. You might want to get a pen and a paper."
"Yes, I am ready."
Gun-Ho was so perplexed that he dropped his cell phone while looking for a pen and a paper, and stumbled over the computer power cord.
"You should bring a resident registration, a resident registration abstract showing the status of your military service duty, your highest school diploma, Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data, Identity Assurance Statement, and a work experience certificate letter from your current employer. I will send the forms for the Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data and Identity Assurance Statement to the email address indicated on your resume."
"Okay. I will prepare all those documents and bring them on my first day of work!"
"You can come by 8 AM on the 1st next month. I will see you then."
"Thank you. Thank you."
Gun-Ho felt so grateful to be hired by this company that he repeated "thank you" twice.
"I got it! I got the job!"
Gun-Ho clapped. He felt like he could fly.
"By the way, why did they call me just now? They said they would contact me by last Wednesday."
Gun-Ho sat on the chair and started thinking.
"I guess that the person they hired decided not to work with them, so they hired me instead as a substitute. Of course, I can't be their first choice. Well, they hired me anyway. Let's move to Asan."
Gun-Ho stopped by the Eunhyeon Township Office to get the resident registration and the resident registration abstract on the way to work after collecting bills.
"I can get my college diploma online, but what about the work experience certificate letter? There is no such thing in Bangil Gas. Well, I can find some samples on the internet and make one for me."
After he returned to the office, Gun-Ho drafted a work experience certificate letter referring to some examples he found on the internet.
"I need the boss' stamp to officially seal this letter… I have his stamp for the tax invoices stamping purpose; should I just use it?"
Gun-Ho thought he still should ask the owner for it.
"When he comes back from the gas pipe repairing work, I will carefully inform him."
A little after five o'clock, the owner came back to the office, looking exhausted.
"A*sholes! They tried to bargain for the repairing cost. I should have just left without fixing their pipes. Sh*t!"
The owner slumped down in his chair, looking really tired. Gun-Ho had to tell the owner that he would quit the job, but he couldn't because the owner seemed very tired.
"Gee, it is already half past five. Goo Jooim, you can go home."
Gun-Ho hesitated and the owner looked at him with a question mark on his face.
"What's the matter? Do you have something you want to tell me?"
"Umm… I am so sorry to tell you that I think I have to move to the city where my parents are."
"Why? Because your father is in the hospital?"
"My parents want me to come, and they are old now…"
"Hmmm…"
The owner looked very uncomfortable.
"I will have to find someone again. I really liked you here."
"Well, I've been thinking, and I think your wife can handle the work. You can save money that way."
"My wife? She doesn't even know how to work with a computer."
"She just needs to get the knack of it. She will become better and faster at the job after one or two months of practice."
"I know I can save money… But she always tries to argue with me whenever she is here in the office. That is the problem."
"Haha. That's because she likes you a lot."
"Well, I will have to think about it."
"I will work until the end of this month then."
"You leave that early?"
"My parents are pressing me."
"Oh well, what can I do about it."
"And once I move to the city where my parents live in, I might need a work experience certificate letter from this company."
"A work experience certificate letter? I've never done it before."
"I already drafted the letter. I just need your stamp. You can use the same stamp we use for tax invoices."
"Really? Then you do what you have to do."
"Thank you."
"Go home before it gets dark."
"Thank you."
Gun-Ho walked out of the office and turned his head to look behind him.
"Bangil Gas. I have so many good memories of this factory. The boss and his wife are good-natured people. Once I become successful, I will come and visit them."
It was getting dark; Gun-Ho drove to the Gwangjeok Township Office area where his room was located. He called the landlord to give him the notice to vacate his room.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Lucid was now able to manipulate the temperature of a given area, though he couldn't maintain it for very long. He actually couldn't maintain any of his magic for very long, whether friction or fire or enlargement. After a set amount of time, the magic would simply wear off or be canceled. The one exception had been the wall of fire, which had stayed up for a considerable period of time. Still, it had drained him of all his strength and Lucid knew that it had been the price to pay.

Regardless of all this, Lucid had succeeded in another type of magic, and he was very proud of himself. He returned to class right as classes were about to resume and noticed a purple jacket hung over one of the chairs. The more he practiced it, the more he realized how wondrous magic was, but it still paled in comparison to this world's technological advances. They were a result of countless years of countless experiences and had shaped this world into one where magic was wholly unneeded.

****

"Well then, could you give us a brief explanation of this IQ test?"
"Oh, of course," the doctor answered. He seemed a bit nervous, but hours of practice helped him get into a more comfortable position. "This test, formally known as the Wechsler Intelligence Scale, is one of the most widely used tests to measure IQ. In today's case, we used the Wechsler Intelligence Scale for Children (WISC), which is used to test children between the ages of 6 to 15. The child in question achieved a score of 124. That puts him in the top 7%, so we can see right away that he has a remarkable IQ. That being said, if we consider the fact that most "prodigies" have an IQ of 130, which is the top 2%, it'd be a bit of a stretch to call him a prodigy."

It was a disappointing answer, especially for the filming crew. Wang considered all the changes that needed to be made to the storyline, while Producer Jang continued to ask questions to stretch the video length.

"Could you analyze the results in more detail, please?" he asked, signaling his team to insert subtitles for this portion when the video was to be released.
"Well, if you look at all the individual results, he achieved astounding scores in most of the categories. Especially here, in math, vocabulary, and comprehension. This tells us that he's especially adept in language. On the other hand, he only achieved above average scores when it came to performance. This means that he spends a lot of time reading, which allowed him to develop his perception, awareness, and understanding skills."

As Wang circled keywords such as "reading" and "IQ development," Jang quickly scribbled down "regular vs hardworking prodigy" next to her notes, underlining the phrases for added emphasis. It didn't take long for Wang to catch on to what he was saying. A self-made prodigy, who worked hard and studied his way to reach an extraordinary level of intelligence, would make a much more interesting story than just a regular prodigy.

"Thank you for your time, doctor." Jang said, wrapping up the interview.
"Thank you for having me."

Once the interview was done, the staff hurriedly left the hospital to reach their next destination: Seoul Science High School. Thankfully, the physics teacher there had agreed to meet with the crew to discuss things. Thinking of it, people were much more willing to appear on television before. Now, with how dangerous things could get, they were more than careful about having their face revealed to the public. This only made work harder for filming crews, as they had to go from place to place to find someone, anyone, willing to help them and to find appropriate shooting locations as well.

Nayeon turned to Lucid, who was waiting in the car, and smiled. "Aren't you tired?" she asked. "You got up so early and had to take a bunch of tests."
"I'm okay," Lucid answered.
"Really? It's gotten so cold, and I feel terrible for dragging you around like this. But the next shoot is the last one for today, so we'll all get to go home and rest. Are you up for it?"

Truthfully speaking, Lucid wasn't cold at all, and he had fun with the IQ test. He had heard that they would now be meeting with a physics teacher from a science high school. Wouldn't that be much more fun? Indeed, he wasn't tired at all. He was excited.

"Is everyone here? Let's go!"

When they reached the school, the physics teacher (cleanly dressed, hair neatly parted, and wearing thick-framed glasses) greeted hem in front of one of the science laboratories.

"So, I've heard you have an interest in physics!" he said to Lucid, smiling warmly. Indeed, the teacher was of the firm belief that looking at a child's eyes, glimmering with curiosity and the need to learn, was a teacher's privilege, pride, and calling.

"Yes," answered Lucid.
"What have you been studying recently?"
"Right now, I'm trying to learn more about changes in temperature, but there weren't many books covering it. Before that, I was really interested in friction."

It was a pity to say the least. If only this child had been given adequate resources or even put in a more helpful enviroment, he would have been able to explore all the fields he wished to. But living in an institute, as the teacher had heard, had its limitations. A pity, indeed.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
"A few, actually. I'd like to know more real life examples of how friction is used, both in fields where it is and isn't a necessary factor. I'd also like to know the observable changes given an extreme coefficient of friction. For example, when a motor is running, some energy is lost due to friction. So if the coefficient of friction were zero, the energy lost would also be approximately zero, increasing the motor's efficiency. I wonder if that efficiency will render the motor close to a perpetual motion machine, or if other factors prevent the formation of a true perpetual motion machine."

A perpetual motion machine was a thing of interest for anyone interested in physics, and Lucid's curiosity on the subject showed how young he truly was. He's still in first grade, the teacher reminded himself. Still, it wasn't this teacher's first time dealing with prodigies like Lucid. He had encountered many, actually, for various reasons, and even in this school, many of the students were truly gifted.

"Well, before we can try to understand friction, we have to learn about force and energy. Have you learned about those?"
"To be honest, I believe I don't know that much about them. I'm not quite sure how much I know, but sometimes I get the concepts confused while I'm reading, and sometimes I don't understand what the text is saying at all. So I can only say that I know for sure that I don't know much about either."
"Understanding what you do and don't know is a very important step in learning. I commend you for that. So, I'll explain both force and energy to you, and then we can talk about the scenario you told me about. How does that sound?"
"That sounds wonderful."

And so the lesson carried on calmly, peacefully, and Producer Jang was left to gnaw at his nails. It was obvious that this child possessed a level of intelligence far superior to that of his peers, even if his IQ score wasn't exceptionally high as to be considered a prodigy. Still, if you tweaked the story here and there, threw in some opinions by professionals, and focused on the "hardworking prodigy" angle, it would make for a pretty good segment. The only problem was that the current proceedings were, frankly, quite boring. He wanted (no, needed) impact, but there was no impact anywhere in the vicinity. He turned around to assess his team's reactions, and when he met eyes with Wang, he knew that she had the same worries.

"Let's take a short break. Is that alright?"
"Oh, of course."

The teacher shrugged and sat down next to Lucid, ruffling his hair. "I heard you studied all this by yourself. It must have been hard."
"It wasn't, not really. It just takes me a while, but I do understand it in the end. Even if I don't get it at first, if I keep studying, then one day I might. That's what I thought. All the middle school and high school students understand it, don't they?"

When the crew had approached him before shooting started, the teacher had assumed that Lucid would be an avid learner, with a strong need to learn and learn. However, now that he had sat down with the boy and talked, he found that Lucid was actually in no rush at all, and rather took things slowly and persevered. Perhaps that was why he wanted to help this boy so much.

"Can I ask what you'd like to be when you grow up?"
"I'm not sure yet," Lucid said nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"Because what I like and what I can do are two very different things."

The teacher couldn't shake the feeling that Lucid reminded him very much of his own son, with the way he talked. He also wondered whether living in an institute was preventing him from freely persuing his dreams, or, worse yet, even having dreams in the first place.

"What got you interested in physics?" the teacher asked again.
"Hmm... I just thought that physics was a science that allowed you to perceive the truth between everyday phenomena. I think it's very important to perceive such truths."

After all, perceiving the truth was the only way to get close to Latio and cast magic. Lucid left this bit out, which was a very wise decision indeed. The teacher was finding more and more things in common between the strange child and his son, and if Lucid were to find out that this was due to the son going through "eighth grade syndrome,*" he might have gotten quite upset.

Regardless, the teacher sat with this eighth grade syndrome first grader and exchanged many questions and answers while waiting for filming to resume. In the meantime, Jang and Wang hurried to a corner to discuss alternatives.

"I mean, won't the child himself be enough of a sensation?" said Wang carefully. Honestly, coming up with a whole different story on the spot would be no easy feat, and though the younger writers were working hard to come with something, she could practically hear the cogs in their heads creaking under the strain.
"He could be, but the footage we have right now doesn't have any impact."
"Do we really have to use his face?"

If it came to that, they could just focus on his looks by shooting his face at different angles. The camera director nodded in agreement, but Jang wasn't wholly convinced.

"There's a limit to that. If we have no concrete story, the viewers will be pissed, and they will let us know they're pissed. What if we were to throw a curveball at him, and then show how he gets around to solving problems?"
"The issue is that he doesn't have a well-rounded understanding of math and physics. He knows what he knows, and the rest is average at best."
"For now, we have to finish today's shoot. The school won't let us stay forever."

As always, time worked against them, and shooting began again. The teacher briefly explained force and energy, writing down some formulas on the board and providing examples for easy understanding. Lucid was as focused as ever, branding everything the teacher was saying into his brain.

"Excuse me, sir." Jang interrupted. "Do you have any physics experiments prepared? Something we could try right this moment. Viewers might be a bit bored if you just teach him theories all day."
"We do actually have a friction experiment set up. It's to test the difference in efficiency between two motors with different coefficients of friction. Those students there are just getting it ready, so we should be able to conduct an experiment now."

Jang went over the plan with Lucid to get his consent and immediately prepared to film the experiment, which consisted of observing the difference in rotations between two different metal rods, each attached to motors spinning at the same rate. This experiment allowed students to record exact numbers, which in turn helped them figure out how much energy was lost during the transition from electric energy to spinning energy. The difference in lost energy would thus explain how much friction affected the transfer of energy. As Lucid listened to the explanation for the experiment, he found himself completely taken by the fact that he would be able to observe changes with precise numbers, rather than having to guess.

"Sir, would it be possible to observe the changes caused by the lowest possible coefficient of friction?" he asked. This was another point of interest for him, after all.
"Hmm... Yes, of course." The teacher answered. "It's a test commonly carried out by lubricant companies. We add a bit of lubricating oil to a metal rod, compare it to a non-lubricated rod, and figure out the efficiencies for both. That's also how they test and compare oils from different companies to see which is most effective."
"Could we do that here?"
"Yes, as long as we don't show the brand name. Isn't that right, producer?"

As they weren't funded by any of the lubricant companies, and this experiment was carried out solely for the purpose of learning, Jang agreed that there would be no issues. Rather, he thought that it would make for splendid footage. As everyone prepared to carry out the experiment, Lucid was hit with sudden curiosity. The lubricating oil, after all, would only help reduce the coefficient of friction, not render it to zero.

"Then," he thought, "wouldn't I be able to calculate the results if I used magic to turn the coefficient of friction to zero?"

He would only need to sneak it in during the experiment with the lubricating oil. None of the people present would even notice, but the results would be more than meaningful for him.


<Clash (5)> End.


*eighth grade syndrome: also known as chyuunibyou, it refers to a phase in life where teens experience delusions of grandeur, to the point of convincing themselves that they are special and/or have special powers and abilities.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

FIRST STAGE - This is the beginning of all Power Systems. No matter what kind of Power Systems are there in the Multiverse, all of them always start here. In this stage, the power user will get to learn the basics of their power, starting from its fundamentals.
Examples: [Qi Condensation Stage]  [Low-Tier Esper] [Novice Chronomancer] [Apprentice]
SECOND STAGE - This is where the minor improvement on a power user happens, with all the aspects of their power improved. Also, this is the stage that makes a Power System distinct from other Power Systems.
Examples: [Grade 2 Monster] [Foundation Establishment Stage] [Trickster] [Adventurer]
THIRD STAGE - Further refinements of one's power will occur, and all the laws related to a Power System will begin manifesting here.
Examples:  [Dao Core Stage] [Marquis-Level Conqueror's Aura] [High-Tier Esper] [Spear Marshall] 
FOURTH STAGE - This is the stage where all the minor improvements from the previous stages will combine together to create the full identity of a Power System.
Examples: [Star Level Esper] [Dao Soul Stage] [Duke-Level Conqueror's Aura] [Warlock] 
FIFTH STAGE - This is a stage of evolution, where a power user will experience a minor evolution on their bodies and powers. This stage is also called the preparatory stage, as it is the stage that prepares the user for the next stage.
Examples: [Spirit Domain Stage] [Abyss Sage(Evolved Form)] [Magician] [Spear Demigod]
SIXTH STAGE - At this stage, a power user's body will be transformed into a Body of Energy or Body of Essence. This energy or essence is the one corresponding to a power user's Power System. 
Examples: [Immortal Soul Stage] [Abyssal Pillar Stage] [Spear God] [Emperor-Level Conqueror's Aura]
SEVENTH STAGE - Also called the Trasnscendent Stage. This is the stage where a power user will trasncend the laws of the Multiverse itself, turning the power user a higher-staged being.
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EIGTH STAGE -  {Information Redacted}
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NINTH STAGE -  {Information Redacted}
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After all the things that he had done in his life, Alex realized that it was already his time to die. 

But a sudden encounter with a weird person will turn his whole life around.

The formerly about-to-die teen shall now be a Traveler of different worlds!



"You are an Esper? Then come and taste my saber!"
"You are a Daoist? Then come and taste my fist!"
"You are a Genie? Well, can you grant me infinite wishes?"

Everyone shall witness Alex's rise on his endless journey!


Disclaimer: (((Don't make me credit to einlion. His novel, Endless Paths: Infinite Cosmos, from the reception of his readers, is obviously good,  but its an accident that my title is similar to his. Really.)))

"I found Lactic Streptococci in Bai Lili's remaining muscles in her skull. There is also a chemical compound that contained mercury and an unknown dehydrating agent," Gao Facai said.
He then held up his report as he told Zhao Yu, "Lactic Streptococci is a kind of preservative, which mainly is used to conserve the freshness of food. However, the murderer used it on a human's dead body! Especially for the time period of nineteen years ago, this advanced mental fortitude and genius is unbelievable! If he had done so in an academic setting, he would definitely have received an award!"
"Wow, he really sounds like a professional!" Cui Lizhu was shocked. "It seems like my uncle spent pretty much all of his time doing this! No wonder he couldn't match my dad's stealing acumen!"
Only after Cui Lizhu had blurted out her last statement did she realize that it was somewhat inappropriate to take something like this so lightly. So, she quickly shut her mouth.
"That evidence shocked me!" Gao Facai couldn't be bothered by Cui Lizhu's silly joke, but continued to share his findings. "The murderer was obviously trying a brand new embalming method. If it succeeded, he could make a dead body that would never rot, the kind of dead corpse that would not need to be soaked in liquid, yet would still look lively!"
"Oh my! That's terrifying!" Zeng Ke drew back in horror.
"However, I conducted a few experiments and noticed that the agent didn't succeed on Bai Lili! The three agents were not stable after being mixed together. If the amount was inaccurate, there would be corrosion, which would damage the dead body!"
Then, Gao Facai redirected the conversation. "However, even though it didn't succeed on Bai Lili, I have been worried that the murderer may have continued his evil killings, just so that he could work on improving his skills!"
"Oh my God!" Wu Xiumin was shocked to hear this. "You mean that the murderer might still be committing similar crimes? That would be terrifying!"
"Yeah!" Zeng Ke was equally shocked. "The murderer stopped killing because the police started to have more advanced DNA technology to quickly identity the deceased! Since there weren't any more headless female corpses for a time, we thought that the Headless Female Corpses Case had finally stopped!"
His eyes grew wide and his lips trembled a bit as the question rose to his mind. "But, but, what if it never stopped? What if the reason that there aren't any more headless female corpses is not because the murderer stopped, but because the murderer simply changed to another method of killing?"
"Try to imagine this..." Wu Xiumin said. "After he made a kill, he would only need to could just continue with his embalming experiment forever! He's a total demon!"
Just as everyone was trying to get over this sudden shock, Ran Tao opened the door. "Bro! Gao Wanlin recognized the person in the photo! He really is Li Fei!"
After that, Ran Tao noticed his colleagues in the room were all pale, and many of them had their hands over their mouths. Some of them looked quite sick.
"What happened?" Ran Tao was stupefied. "Did you eat something bad?
"You b*stard!" Wu Xiumin exclaimed. "You scared the hel* out of me!"
"Hey! Mister Gao is here too!" Ran Tao nodded at Gao Facai. He then told Zhao Yu that he had passed Li Fei's photo to Captain Sun and the wanted notice would be ready soon.
Cui Lizhu bit her lip and said, "It has been nineteen years since Bai Lili's murder, so if the murderer continued, how many people has he killed since then?"
"Li Fei is so cunning," Zeng Ke said. "I'm guessing he is still using the same methods. After he finds his target in a place, he kidnaps the person and takes them faraway, then kills them. Then, he embalms them! But, where do we find him?"
"Hey! We can try to started with the missing persons' list!" Cui Lizhu suggested. "As Li Fei only kills women who abuse children, we could totally find matches from the list to see who might have been Li Fei's targets?"
"Sis, do you know many people are reported lost every year?" Zeng Ke shook his head and said, "Plus, who would write their abusive past behavior in their resume? Moreover, even if we found a suspicious target, what could we do about it? We still can't find the murderer!"
"Maybe it's not as bad as we first imagined!" Wu Xiumin pondered a bit, then said, "Don't forget, Li Fei isn't young anymore! You have to wonder if he still even has the energy to do this..."
"Who knows?" Cui Lizhu shook her head. "Did you see my dad, Tao Xiang? Although he went crazy, he still could beat any brawny man in an arm wrestling match!"
"Hey, I'm confused. What are you talking about?" Ran Tao was puzzled. "Why can't I understand this at all?"
"Team Leader Zhao,"Gao Facai told Zhao Yu patiently, "There's tough work ahead and a long way to go! Although we found the victims' heads, if you want to officially close the case, we will still have to work really hard!"
Then, he extended his right hand and shook Zhao Yu's. "Alright, it's late. I shall not disturb you any longer! I will discuss this with my team again, then see if we can find any clues from the evidence! Let's all work together on this!"
Then, Ga Facai turned and left, while Zhao Yu politely walked him to the door.
Ever since they started the investigation in Bai Ling, Zhao Yu was in awe of two people in particular. One was Captain Sun, who was awe-inspiring and righteous, while the other one was Master Gao, who was very skilful and observant!
After giving it some thought, Zhao Yu felt that, if he were to continue investigating other major pending cases, he would require an expert like Gao Facai to assist him! So, if he had an opportunity in the future, he would definitely build a stronger relationship with him. Then, if he was lucky, he might get to work together with him again!
However, it was naturally just a dream for now. His priority now was obviously to find Li Fei!
Li Fei, where are you hiding?
According to Flying Squirrel Gao, when Li Fei entrusted him to sell his stolen goods, he had actually kept quite a few of them for himself. If he were to slowly sell them, he definitely would gain great wealth. Plus, he might most likely would still be holding onto the priceless Tamil Star!
So, Li Fei must be living quite the life! Moreover, with a vast amount of money at his disposal, he could easily hide without being noticed!
At that very moment, Zhao Yu was pondering the case information on the whiteboard, intent upon finding a breakthrough based on the clues. He really wanted to find Li Fei.
After all, things were entirely different now. In the past, every clue that Zhao Yu found only seemed to confuse the case even more, making for a very complicated case! Yet lately, the case had brightened up, as they only needed to find where Li Fei was!
However, as Zhao Yu looked at the board, he could see clearly that the information on it could only help him solve the case, but not find Li Fei!
Tsk tsk...
Will there really be no breakthrough this time?
Do we really have to offer a bounty, then just wait endlessly?
Just as Zhao Yu was drowning in his thoughts, the system in his head finally alerted him with the ending notification tone. Zhao Yu had achieved a completion rate of one hundred and thirty three percent and had received three Invisible Tracking Devices. This type of device was similar to a dog's nose.
Alright!
Looking at the whiteboard that was filled with case information, Zhao Yu rubbed his hands together and said hopefully to his system, "Abracadabra! Bro system, show me what you've got! Then, I really will give my all! Whether I can arrest the murderer or not, whether I can earn fame in the Central Criminal Division, it all depends on your helping me! Come on!"
After pumping himself up, Zhao Yu tapped with his willpower to get a new hexagram. Right in the middle of the system, two characters appeared, Dui Gen.
Tsk tsk...
Seeing such a result, Zhao Yu could not help but feel a little disappointed. Although he got a Gen Hexagram, it was right behind a Dui hexagram. Hence, it meant that the miracle adventure that day was aiming at wealth, not solving the case!
According to Zhao Yu's past experience, the nearer the time to solving the case, the greater the need for a powerful hexagram became. An examples of this would be the Gen Qian hexagram or the Kun Gen hexagram. Only these would be on par with the superb position of the Headless Female Corpses Case!
Comparatively, the Dui Gen hexagram was obviously not powerful enough! Even if Gen were to be at the front, it would have been better.
However, something unexpected happened. Just as he was disappointed that his hexagram wasn't powerful enough, his phone suddenly rang. It turned out to be a call from the forensic expert Gao Facai.
"Team Leader Zhao," Gao Facai's cheerful tone revealed his excitement. "One of my students reminded me of something today. I think we might have found a way…"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Right now, Xiye who was inside the hall was extremely nervous, but the fresh graduates outside the hall were even more nervous. To students like them, the nervousness they were feeling now was not in any way less inferior to back then when they were waiting for their schools' admission notices.
But those who came here to the talent market to seek a job, the majority of them were core descendants of their clans, including a few from humble families. To the latter, their families couldn't provide them with resources, so they could only depend on themselves. Hence, the first job listed in their resume would be relatively important.
Could they match their learning in school to the jobs? Could they gain valuable experience? Could they have a satisfactory pay? Could they also have some rare encounters and surpassed those geniuses in their own clans and families?
The cosmos was infinitely vast. Thus, everything was possible, but the prerequisite was that you had to follow a good boss. For contracts with heavenly deities, the duration was at least ten years. There were even some harsher deities who directly set the duration as a hundred years. Once one made a mistake in choice, they would waste a large amount of valuable time. If they couldn't accumulate enough funds within the limited time to upgrade their life-grades, it's very possible for them to be fourth or fifth-grade trash forever in their lifetime.
As the customer service officer's voice rang out, opening the fair for entry, all the jobseekers heaved a sigh of relief. They were filled with anticipation and nervousness as they slowly walked into the fair.
The first zone, where the grand overlords were, was the target for the vast majority of the fresh graduates. The ones seated here were mostly from the blue-eyed Camille Race!
As half-machinery lifeforms successfully modified by Hicks technology in the ancient eras, those from the Camille Race might be cold and unfriendly, but they were the favorite candidates to use for interviewing people. The security authorities of the various powers also loved to employ this bunch of cold and unfeeling people modified by Hicks Technology.
Other than magic, in jobs such as pronouncing judgment, interviewing others, and big data testing, the Camille Race was very popular and well-liked by the various grand overlords. However, the grand overlords might like them, but the jobseekers hate them.
These blue-eyed fellows all had expressionless faces and could infer what you were thinking from your slightest movements and continued to drill you. They could also analyze your personality, potential, and the flaws you wished to conceal through your micro-expression.
When facing this bunch of cold machines, you would have the feeling of being completely seen through in just a two minutes interview session. The majority of confident fresh graduates would instantly end up questioning their lives after the interview ended.
It was unknown whether this was arranged for intentionally by the recruitment fair, but after suffering the impact from the Hicks people, the fresh graduates from top academies found it more accepting when they finally entered the second zone and were faced with harsh conditions such as a monthly salary of only $700. 
When he saw this scene, Xiye couldn't help but sigh. The general situation was already fixed. Damn, how should he secretly lower the pay he quoted on his pricing list to $700?
"That…" Just when Xiye was stealthily thinking of ways to amend the pricing list, a clear voice suddenly rang out.
"Hi, can I ask if you are hiring elf instructors here?"
Xiye inclined his head and saw a pair of resplendent star-like eyes. His heart pounded. "Starlight elves?"
From the halo, it should be at the very least the third-grade, right? Such a good employee was actually not snatched away by some other overlords? Were the other employers blind?
"This...this...I see that there's this type of job on your posting…" When she saw Xiye staring at her and not speaking a word, in addition to Xiye wearing such a thick helmet, she felt a great sense of pressure. She twiddled her fingers and the way she hesitated when she spoke showed a sign of wanting to back off.
But how could he let such a fat duck go? Xiye suppressed the agitation in his heart and tried his best to calm his voice, passing over an application form. "You can fill in the application form first."
"Oh, alright!" That female elf's eyes brightened when she saw that Xiye replied. She took the form and immediately began to fill in her information.
Xiye narrowed his eyes. Her writing was very beautiful in the standard writing form of the Federation. There were no intentional signs of elvish cursive to show off her calligraphy. Her attitude was very proper.
(Very rarely seen…)
"Fill...it is filled up…" Not even ten seconds had passed and the other party had completed the information form. She respectfully handed the form back with both hands. Xiye nodded and took the form as he carefully looked.
Name: Wilin Starspeak. Age: 79 years. Race: Starlight Elves. Graduated school: Tyland Starlight Priest College - Department of Life. Studied for 30 years, obtained a bachelor's degree in the studies of Life and the title of a Priestess.
Specialized skill: Proficient in the four scrolls of Life Sacrificial Song. Respectively, each of them is cultivated to the third-grade standard. Familiarity with all forty-one guiding techniques of the elven kind: elementary grade.
After Xiye read everything, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Your surname is Starspeak. Do you originate from that Starspeak Clan?"
The girl awkwardly lowered her head. "Just from a side branch. My parents are ordinary seventh-grade teachers, and I'm just benefiting from the name of the clan."
This girl was from the Starspeak Clan?
Xiye sucked in a breath. The Starspeak Clan was a first-tier noble clan in the Cosmos. They had already existed before the Cosmos Federation was established and in comparison, the Aldia Clan he was from wasn't even worth a fart.
Although she was from a side branch, he could tell just from her name that her genes wouldn't be too inferior. Elf genes were very rare, and he actually encountered one from a noble clan here. She also graduated from a first-class priest college. If he nurtured her well, she might even become a high priestess.
(Such a good seedling actually fell into my hand? Damn, are those fools in the front blind?)
When he thought about this point, Xiye asked a question, "Your qualifications are very good, why don't you try and apply in the first zone?"
"Those...those people are too harsh when they question me and the wages...is simply too low." The girl lowered her head and spoke weakly, "I wish to start working earlier and earn some money."
"Her personality is too introverted…" Xiye instantly saw the problem, but he didn't care about it. What he wanted to hire was an instructor, not a warrior. As long as her professionalism was enough, it would do. As for her being too introverted, this was something that she could slowly improve on in the future. That, when compared to her qualifications, this little flaw was simply insignificant.
"Do you have a recommendation letter from a reputable instructor?" Xiye asked.
"Yes!" The girl hurriedly took out a beautifully designed letter from her bag.
The letter was manufactured from moon paper, with a design and style unique to elves. This was in line with their high standards and taste for artistry. Xiye opened the letter, and there were only a few simple words on it.
"This is an introverted child, but other than her nature, she is definitely an elf priestess that meets the standard. Among the students I have taught, she can be considered one of the excellent ones. Believe me, nurturing this child definitely wouldn't cause you to be disappointed!"
Tyland Starlight Priest College - Branch Court of the Department of Life - Merlin Windspeaker
Merlin Windspeaker! Xiye was stunned. Even he who was an amateur had heard of the great name of this professor before. Many life music symphonies she wrote were included in the mainstream teaching materials as teaching examples.
She was a golden egg!
Xiye's eyes glowed even brighter. He endured his agitation and did his best to calm his voice, maintaining the dignified look and solemn attitude of an overlord. "Mn, not bad. Your qualifications are excellent and I do lack elf instructors. If you are willing, I can provide you with a starting salary of $15,000, and the period of your internship will be half a year. After I confirm that you have the ability to work, you will be converted to a full-time instructor, and I will give you a salary you will be satisfied with. I will also provide housing funds and buy you a fifth-grade insurance!"
"$15,000?" The little lady's eyes turned bright. Such a high salary was truly very tempting for fresh graduates. Earlier, in the first zone, she saw many fresh graduates being extremely excited with $2,000 monthly pay. Could she be considered to have ascended to the heavens in a single step?
Just when she was preparing to nod, a strange voice suddenly rang out from next door, "Little lady, you better choose carefully. For somethings, you cannot look at the surface!"
These words caused the little elf who was preparing to sign the contract to tremble. Xiye's eyes flashed with a hint of gloominess.
Ever since this lady had entered his area, he had felt that his neighbor's mental energy had been probing here frequently. At that time, he had known that this fellow was up to no good.
This fellow...he still acted the part of a caring senior earlier and spoke to him. In the blink of an eye, he completely changed his attitude and wanted to compete against him. What a sinister society...


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


The next day at around noon, just as Elizabeth's class was about to come out of their break, it happened…

[ALERT!!! The Second Stage of the Cataclysm is upon you! Playtime is over and the kiddie wheels are off. Cataclysm Quests have been unlocked along with the Universal Countdown Timer. Strive to survive and conquer to last until the very end.

Cataclysm Quest 1: Survive The Second Stage
Spirit Grade Difficulty: D
Objective) Stay alive until the Second Stage of the Cataclysm ends; or until the deadline expires.
Description: Completing the Quest shouldn't prove to be too difficult considering your evasive capabilities. But it would be in your best interests to put in the effort to not only survive, but thrive in impending conditions.
Deadline: Varies; 240 Days Max

Universal Countdown Timer: ~500,000 Years
Description: Current projections expect for the Cataclysm to end around half a million years from now. This dimension has until then to see to it that you become the Cataclysm's Champion, else it will be erased along with all the other home dimensions of the fallen chosen.]

"And so it begins," Elizabeth muttered to herself in melancholy as the skies began to darken. Suddenly, everyone around her felt chills run down their spine as a certain someone's schadenfreudian smile had returned to grace the world. "How fortunate," Elizabeth addressed the group of panicked apprentice mages. She continued, "Looks like from now on you'll also have live practice along with sparring sessions added to your routine."

As her words died out, a massive tear in the fabric of reality appeared just ten meters above the ground. Elizabeth estimated the tear to be anywhere from one to two kilometers long and from it, an endless horde of small green-haired humanoids began spawning. 

[Status
Name: Unknown
Bloodlines: Low-tier Mortal Grade Opal Vymling (5%)
Level: 1
Rank: Beginner-Phase Mortal Stage Devil]

"Now, now," Elizabeth said to her class of panicked apprentice mages. "While these little devils are numerous, they're mostly… Well, weak." She thought for a second before casting, "Fire Javelin!" With a swift bolt of red flashing across the air and coming into contact with the never-ending wall of Vymling Devils, a horrific explosion instantly massacred what had to be hundreds if not thousands of invaders. Those that weren't instantly incinerated by the potent Fire Magic were maimed, if not injured, by the subsequent shockwave of the blast. Within a radius of twenty meters, there was only a thick aura of death and a noticeable gap in the wall of invaders.

"Ho? This is actually a pretty good haul of Death energy… Mhmm," Elizabeth promptly showed off exactly why Mages were to be feared as multiple long range and area of effect attacks made short work of ALL the invaders that spawned from the large tear before her. Fire, Ice, Death, and even Yin-type Javelins were shot with merciless intent reaping the lives of tens of thousands of Vymling Devils before the tear from which they came finally closed.

[Status Alert!
Name: Elizabeth Ultimatia
Bloodline: Ancient Godslayer Fiend 0.0101%
Threshold Crossed! 

Bullet Hell Codex Information Retrieval: Successful!

Skills:
*New) Bullet Hell Codex: Energy Bullet
Spirit Grade: F (Void Spell Seed: Base "Bullet" Incantation)
Energy Cost: Variable, with a minimum of 100 units of Inner Strength required to make a bullet of the lowest quality.
Description: Congratulations, with your Ancient Godslayer Fiend's bloodline purity crossing the threshold of 0.01% mark, the second skill of the Bullet Hell Codex has been unlocked. Your energy reserves and ammunition count will from now on, forever be tied together.
Current Effect: Manifests a bullet of the user's choice out of any type of energy they can freely manipulate. The more energy that goes into making a bullet, the more damage potential it will hold.]

"A pity…" Elizabeth murmured to herself. She honestly felt sad there weren't more invaders for her to try her new skill on.

"Anyways," She turned back to address her apprentices. "You're to start killing those little vermin whenever the opportunity presents itself. Many of you are already capable, but for now, let's leave the matter. Resume sparring," she ordered. The image of a tyrant had already solidified in the hearts of most of her apprentices the moment she annihilated the horde of invaders from the rift in reality. To them, only a tyrant could conduct that kind of wide-scale massacre with nary a frown on their face, but Elizabeth had to be a psychopathic tyrant to be able to do the same with a twisted smile in tow…

Almost two hours later, as she sparred with Jasper, Elizabeth had to take a moment in the middle of their fight to launch another Javelin at a smaller rift that had spawned just outside the bounds of her school. "Don't pay attention to that, keep fighting!" Elizabeth poked Jasper, who had grown distracted by her overwhelming Magic attack. How could he not flinch when she had accurately shot her explosive javelin right at the center of the second group of devils that would have descended upon them; all without bothering to look!

Since the Second Stage of the Cataclysm had started, she would periodically have to wipe out groups of invaders that spawned at arbitrary intervals from the rifts in spacetime, and she wasn't the only one who had to deal with them either. Across the whole world, similar rifts, both large and small, had begun introducing the Opal Devils to the people of Earth. As Level 1 weaklings, even regular civilians could fend for themselves; weapons would even reduce the invaders to nothing more than pests. However, their numbers and the fact that they would only grow stronger as time passed was a cause for concern.

…

"Oi, Kemper, I see you've broken through to the Pawn Stage," Elizabeth said on the morning of the third day of training her class. It was half-past eight in the morning when she found the short boy meditating by the beachfront.

"I broke through just an hour ago. I made sure my Magic Connection was Seamless like you explained…" The boy replied. He and Elizabeth were both talking in English.

"Mhmm… I would expect nothing less considering the Gauging Formation my colleague laid down for our class." The formation she was talking about was laid out by Jane and would guide the apprentice Mages in cultivating perfect foundations; it was accurate up to the Saint Stage.

"Anyway," Elizabeth started, "Since you have Magic, let's get down to business now… You can practice whatever I teach you on your own free time later, understood?" Kemper only returned a serious nod.

For the next ten or so minutes, Elizabeth explained to him the basis of incantations; providing several examples with energy types that she was both familiar and unfamiliar with. Casting beams of fire, armaments of ice, and even balls of water, she let Kemper pursue Spells creatively; he was free to let his imagination run wild. Since the boy was picked as the apprentice for Wood Magic, he had many avenues worth pursuing; healing, offensive, defensive, and even sealing techniques could be easily learned from the get-go.

"Just remember that you're only allowed to use Magic against sparring opponents on your level," Elizabeth said before turning around, at which point she was almost surprised. "Sun… What's up?" She asked, with eyes brightening from a probe of his cultivation.

"I just broke through to the Saint Stage," He stared at her with a confident smile, asking, "Do you mind if I spar with you for a little while? Even Tristan couldn't keep up with me in a purely physical spar…"

Whilst raising an eyebrow, she smirked, saying, "Follow me." She proceeded to walk from the beach's shore with Sun until they were about half a kilometer out on the ocean. Both of them walked on the water so casually, it would have scared the bystanders that had started paying them attention, if not for the constant absurd things Elizabeth had done since the training camp began.

"Are we sparring with weapons?" Elizabeth asked before the battle began.

"It's your call," Sun nonchalantly replied.

"Alright then, no weapons it is~" 

With a practiced bow that she had learned from Sun himself, Elizabeth and Sun faced each other and conducted a little pre-spar ritual before they crashed into each other like magnets with opposing charges. Almost immediately, Elizabeth became aware that she was totally outclassed when it came to speed. Without her Time Blade Mystic Art bolstering her speed she was barely half as fast as Sun.

Resounding booms and shockwaves alerted those that weren't already paying attention, as every time Elizabeth and Sun clashed it sounded like a gunshot; when their speed was accounted for, it was like an all-out war with the rate of hits easily exceeding dozen by the second. With everyone gathering by the beach to watch this rare battle between titans with strength surpassing the Mortal Realm, Elizabeth's apprentice Mages took on grim looks as their teacher looked to be losing.

Even with the apprentice Mages barely being able to register such a quick-paced fight that took place so far away, it became obvious to anyone by the chasing lights that Elizabeth was constantly being pushed back. Elizabeth, almost always donning her white dress, proved to be of stark contrast to Sun, whose armor was black with neon orange highlights.

To the apprentice Mages who sat by the sidelines, figuratively eating popcorn and watching the show, Sun's black and orange silhouette, which blurred into little more than a streak of light, constantly pushed Elizabeth's white, further and further back. However, from the combatants' perspectives, it was almost the opposite.

While it was true that Sun was pushing Elizabeth further and further back, it wasn't because of the hits he was dealing; not at all. Sun's hits would barely even register when they hit Elizabeth's body after her Death Thai had reached complete master for the King Stage. In fact, with Elizabeth's current Strength and Defense parameters, she was more than capable of seriously threatening Sun, which in turn forced him to rely on hit and run tactics. He was abusing speed, so as to lower the risk-to-reward ratio that sparring seriously with Elizabeth would bring.

[Mystic Art: Death Thai
Level 94
Experience: 811,000/815,348
Grade: SS
Current Effect: Unarmed combat at the Saint Stage yields a 250% buff to Strength and Defense. (Total Applied: 300%; Total Achieved: 1050%)
Secondary Effect: Distills the essence of Death into one's body whilst utilizing Muay Thai.]

Every so often, Elizabeth would land a grazing hit on Sun's body which still packed a wallop even after being dampened by his armor. His body would go flying — skipping atop the water even — when she seriously hit him. For the next couple of hours, they kept at it; fighting over the ocean with wanton abandon. As powerhouses with near-perfected vessels suitable for cultivation they could have kept the high-intensity training going for days, maybe even weeks with the use of Resting Pills. But by sundown, because of Death Thai's property of Battle Hysteria and Elizabeth's own growth from the experience in tempering, Sun had to resign himself to the fact that he was slowly starting to win less and less of the small battles their sparring endeavor presented.

"Uh… Thanks, for today," Sun said. His action of starting to talk for the first time since they clashed in the morning caused the fight to instantly die out. He almost sounded depressed as he smiled lifelessly at Elizabeth, saying, "I should continue cultivating… My cultivation base should have stabilized by now."

Watching Sun walk away, Elizabeth said, "Hey!" When Sun turned around and she knew she had his attention, she smiled at him genuinely as she said, "We can spar any time~" It seemed that did the trick as Sun nodded with a little more life in his eyes, before leaving to continue his cultivation within the beach resort.

A seemingly random instance of character creation on the deep dark web changes the life of a socially inept and insufferable game addict, Adrian, in more ways than he could ever have fathomed.

A transformation and pact with a Goddess force him out of his comfortable lifestyle as the wastrel son of billionaire parents.

Entered in the Cataclysm, an apocalyptic battle royale for the Chosen of Sponsor Gods and Goddess, with his life effectively changed into that of a game character, Adrian has to confront underground Secret Societies, Magic, Cultivation, and change dramatically if he is to have the slightest chance of survival.

With Book 2 done, here comes the shamelessness...
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England's three-match winning streak in the qualifiers had greatly boosted the confidence of English fans. They were finally beginning to believe the media's proclamation that "this is the strongest England national team in history."
In particular, their major 4:2 victory over Serbia in an away game showed the offensive strength of the England team.
The England team had won big points game after game, and the happiest people were not the fans or the media, nor even Tony Twain himself. The happiest person was Shaun Harvey, the English Football Association chief executive, who first contacted him.
Although Twain was not his first choice, he was a candidate whom he personally had selected. His good results meant that he had a discerning eye for talent. Furthermore, since Tony Twain took the job, he had not been spouting nonsense everywhere with his big mouth, with the exception of bickering with the media about the team captain role. All of this made Harvey, who had been worried about it, sigh with relief.
Truthfully, after choosing Twain to be England's manager, there was a time when he had been really worried about getting up in the morning and finding his door fully blocked by the media, there to ask him what he thought of Tony Twain's latest comments.
If such a thing were to happen every day, then it would not be a very pleasant experience.
But everything was good for now. Twain was focused on his work with the team and rarely started a war with the media or provoked a quarrel with other people. He also did not criticize the work of UEFA or FIFA.
Perhaps the reason for Twain's silence was the team's recent success? Once the results were not good, who knew what kind of universally shocking things the mad dog might do...
　　※※※
Tony Twain was flush with success as the manager of the England national team. Even the UEFA's official website had dedicated an article to reintroducing the young "Godfather of Champions." He had previously been questioned by some pundits for having no experience in coaching the national team. Now those voices of doubt had disappeared.
But the more he was in the limelight, the more the Nottingham Forest fans would miss him.
The months of August and September were considered the honeymoon period between Flores and Nottingham Forest. He led the team to third place with five wins, one draw, and one defeat after seven rounds of the league tournament.
The media, which simply went where the wind blew, touted Flores as the new hope for Nottingham Forest. The Forest team would be back on its path to glory under the helm of the Spaniard. To prove that they were not talking nonsense, they also gave many examples. One of the examples given was rather silly and pointless--Flores was known as a "madman coach" in Spain, which made him similar to Tony Twain. If Twain, with the same character, could be successful at Nottingham Forest, why wouldn't Flores be just as successful?
But now the good luck was over.
Nottingham Forest had lost two games in a row under Flores's leadership before England's match against Serbia. After the national team's game had ended, the league tournament resumed. In the end, the Forest team tied with the "weak team," Middlesbrough. They did not achieve a single victory in October.
However, it was not over. Going into November, Flores's team beat Everton, after much difficulty, and Bentley was injured. Bentley left during the game with a serious injury, and bad news came from the hospital the next day. He had to be sidelined for at least three months.
Bentley was seriously injured while the team captain, George Wood, was suspended for two games after being red-carded in a match against Manchester United. The game against Manchester United was widely watched. As a result, the two teams played an explosive game. Mourinho came on strong against the Forest team, but Flores was not willing to lose to Mourinho, who was also an individualistic manager.
A violent physical collision happened right off the bat.
Twain had visited Old Trafford to watch the highly anticipated game, which he called the "rugby game."
Moke, the substitute for Bentley in the starting lineup, was fouled against twice in the first ten minutes, which ignited a fury among the Forest players.
Following that, the referee became the protagonist in the ensuing match. He showed a total of thirteen yellow cards and two red cards.
Nottingham Forest won 7:6 on the number of yellow cards, while the two teams tied in terms of the red card count. George Wood and Anderson were both sent off for a red card each.
In the end, Manchester United beat the Forest team 2:1 at its home ground, based on a somewhat controversial penalty shot, and returned to the top of the points table. Nottingham Forest, on the other hand, dropped to seventh place.
After the game, the commentator said, "Flores is in big trouble."
Tony Twain would agree with him on this.
He was supposed to be there to observe the players for the next game against Denmark. However, both teams played really badly, and Nottingham Forest was the worse of the two. The players whom he wanted to inspect did not play at the level they were supposed to. It frustrated him. He had intended to follow the deployment of the squad which he had used for the previous game against Serbia, but now it looked like he might be forced to make adjustments.
Bentley's serious injury put him out of the running for the national team. Wayne Rooney's alleged assault charges from beating someone in a bar meant he'd been plagued by the media and legal battles recently. Michael Carrick was injured during the game, and the Manchester United football club did not want the national team to mobilize him for the match against Denmark because it would aggravate his injury.
The national team manager looked more relaxed than the clubs' managers because he could pick the right player from anywhere in the entire country without having to consider the transfer fees. But there were not many players in the country who could meet Twain's requirements, especially in some positions. In a country such as England, where professional football was highly developed, no more than forty people could qualify for the national team.
Any major position that needed to be changed was a major headache for Twain.
Therefore, Twain had to be cursing both Mourinho and Flores during that game.
　　※※※
On Wednesday, November 17th, the day of the national team's international match, England was back at its home ground after two away games, welcoming the second-place team, Denmark, to Wembley Stadium.
The twenty-six-year-old Nicklas Bendtner, Denmark's number one star player, was repeatedly asked by the media what he thought of Twain in the days before the game. He refused to answer any of these questions. For him, Nottingham Forest and Tony Twain were things of the past.
He had also left the unpromising Manchester City in the summer to join Everton. Although it was still a team with little hope of winning the championship title, at least the team had a desire to take a stab at winning honors. He rediscovered the joy of playing football on this team.
Twain did not use Bendtner to incite psychological warfare. That once-talented kid was one of the biggest regrets of his coaching career. But it had ceased to matter a long time ago.
He was already a manager who had won the Treble. Why cling to past troubles?
This game was just an ordinary qualifier for him. It was impossible for the media to hype things up through the feud with Bendtner.
If they hyped up the game as the fight for the top spot in the group, he would play along with a few remarks of his own.
It really was a battle for the top spot in the group, with Denmark and England accumulating the same number of points. Both teams had three wins with nine points each. But Denmark had fewer net goals and a smaller goal difference than England, so they occupied second place.
In fact, being the top team in the group was really just an issue of pride. As long as a team was in the top two spots, it could directly advance to the final stage of the competition. Even if a team was in third place, as long as it had the best result among the third-place holders in the group, there was a chance to go to Spain.
With the expansion of the 2016 UEFA European Championship, the number of teams allowed to participate in the competition had increased from sixteen to twenty-four, giving many mid-tier European teams hope. The qualifiers were also divided into ten groups. With the exception of England's group, which comprised seven teams, the groups had five teams. The top two teams in each group would advance directly to the next level. Then the third-placed teams with the best results in the top six groups would play two playoff games at home and away, and the final three teams would head to Spain.
England had done well for the group draw, and it would not be a problem for the team to advance to the next level. But to advance as the top team in the group was more in line with the English Football Association's goals. It would also make the English fans proud.
Twain made some adjustments to England's squad list for the game. Walcott would be in the right midfielder position while James Milner was on the left. Gerrard and George Wood were in the middle. Mitchell would start in the forward line while Rooney disappeared from the starting lineup. His replacement was Agbonlahor.
Both left-backs, Leighton Baines and Joe Mattock, were absent from the starting lineup. Lescott, who could play as both center-back and left-back, was starting.
The right-back was Glen Johnson, who had not appeared on the national team for quite some time.
In the press box, media from all over England gathered to discuss Twain's starting lineup.
"He hasn't had a fixed lineup since he took over!"
"It's normal; he has only just taken over. How many games has the team played?"
"He's trying hard to find the same feel as the Forest team, isn't he?"
"It's not just Tony. I'm not always happy with England's selection in several positions, such as the right-back..."
It's great that he can lead the team to three straight wins in this kind of situation."
"Denmark is not Serbia. The team is absolutely capable of creating trouble for us at home. I think the many changes that Twain makes are not conducive to getting results."
Obviously, the reporters only had the time to chat in the stands because the game was not very good to watch.
The game played at Wembley Stadium that day was dull. Denmark's tactic for the away game was very conservative, and England had no plan to face such tight defense.
Also, Twain was not too interested in competing with Denmark for the first place in the group. He did not care, as long as they could advance to the next level.
Having to face the Christmas period devil's calendar in the league tournament soon, the players appeared weak and dispirited. They were afraid of injuring themselves. It was only natural for people not to be able to lift their spirits when the game was being played so poorly.
In the end, the "fight for the top spot in the group" that was hyped by the media dully concluded with a 0:0 score. The Asian fans who had waited up in front of the television to watch the game must have been disappointed. But Tony Twain was not here to serve them.
Although the result was a 0:0 draw and the game was extremely dull, Twain was still satisfied. In the post-match press conference, he praised the performance of the Danish team. In fact, the performance of the Danish team was nothing to crow about. He also praised his team's performance, which sounded more like a bald-faced lie. Anyone with half a brain could see that the English team did not perform well. Twain only said they did so as not to put too much pressure on the players.
With the game against Denmark over, the two teams were tied in the rankings. England continued to rely on its advantage in the goal difference to come out ahead of Denmark, and they were ranked first in the group. Holding on to the top spot in the group, the English fans and the media would not make things too difficult for Twain.
After this match, the UEFA European Championship Qualifying tournament would not resume until next April. In between, other than playing in friendly games, Twain would be flying around to keep an eye on the performance of those players on the squad list.
This was the source of the biggest headache for him: unlike at the football club where he was able to closely inspect each player's form every day, the national team's players were scattered all over the place. They might not be able to maintain their form, so he needed to be a "frequent flyer" in order to keep on top of the national footballers.
The most awful thing was that the English Premier League did not have a "winter break." If he were a manager of another country's national team, he would be able to have a break of more than a week during the Christmas period, and he could spend the Christmas holidays with his wife. But in the English Premier League, the games were more frequent during this period, instead. Thus, he had to fly around to follow the teams, with his feet off the ground all the time.
"Maybe I should have bought a private jet..." complained Twain.
"You should be glad that you don't have to pay for all the trips out of your own pocket, Tony." Walker dampened his enthusiasm. Like Twain, Des Walker also had to fly around as the assistant manager. He was Twain's most trusted man.
"I'd better be thankful that we've had no problems with the flights so far..." Twain rolled his eyes.
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In November, Nottingham Forest had two losses, one draw, and one victory, which led to a further decline. More and more negative news about the Forest team could be seen in the media. There was also talk of discord in the locker room, with Gareth Bale openly questioning Flores's coaching. Coming after Flores blocking him from playing, his questioning caused a stir in the media.
Despite Flores's strong denials that he was at odds with the players, it was clear that he was losing control of the team.
It was Evan Doughty who came out to voice his support of Flores, saying his management was solid regardless of the team's performance.
But only half a month later, he had to eat his words.
Before Christmas, the Forest team suffered three straight defeats, and it was a mess inside and outside the team. Evan Doughty announced the suspension of Flores's contract with Nottingham Forest. Flores became the first manager to be dismissed in the English Premier League's new season.
Flores was also unhappy with the club's top brass going back on its word. In an interview with the Spanish media after his dismissal, he lashed out at the club's leadership, saying, "They said they wanted to support me the day before yesterday, and then pushed me into the abyss when my back was turned... I thought the managers in the English Premier League would have room to implement a long-term plan, but obviously I was wrong. In a team like this, you can't get the time you need..."
Some people cheered Flores's departure because they could not stand his botched performance long ago. They were looking forward to the new manager leading the team on a new path to glory. Others felt that Flores was nothing more than a poor scapegoat. Nottingham Forest had been unable to find a suitable manager since O'Neill's departure. The onstant turnover of managers could only accelerate the team's decline.
The locker room was very quiet with regards to the change of manager. No one came forward to comment on Flores's departure, even if it was to say a good thing about him. It could be seen as another indication of the terrible relationship between Flores and the players in the locker room.
Evan Doughty appointed the assistant manager, David Kerslake, as the team's interim manager before a new manager was found. But no one thought that Kerslake was competent to take on the position. He had been living in the shadow of Tony Twain all along. In many people's view, he was famous just for being Tony Twain's assistant manager. As to what he was capable of as a person...who really cared?
Tony Twain did not care if there was a change of personnel at Nottingham Forest that could shake up the English football world. For him, Nottingham Forest had really become a thing of the past. Pierce Brosnan had called Twain after Flores's dismissal, hoping to hear what he thought of the incident.
However, Twain felt that there was nothing to say. He said, "... It's quite normal. His results were not good; naturally, he would be dismissed. Evan Doughty is unlikely to pay for the team's results. Flores must have forgotten the words on the wall of the players' tunnel at Crimson Stadium. 'Victory is all.' This is the Forest team's tradition ... When you can't bring home victory, then you have to go. What's the future for the Forest team? I don't know, I'm not a prophet..."
Now he was flying over the European continent. Before Christmas, he had to go to Milan to watch a game and look into Lennon's recent performances. Lennon had inherited the traditions of Paul Ince and Gascoigne since his transfer out of the Forest team. He showed the signs of an English player not being able to acclimate to playing in Italy. He had not been selected for the national team for a long time, and he hoped his performance would impress Twain this time.


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

The office area of Dingtian Soccer Club.
Xiong Zhou walked to the door and looked at the plate that read, "General Manager's Office." After smoothing his collar, he knocked at the door.
"Please come in!" a euphonious female voice came out. Xiong Zhou took a deep breath, then he opened the door and entered the office.
Yunan Xiao was sitting at her table; several documents placed in front of her.
Xiong Zhou walked to the table seriously, prepared to accept the instructions of his boss.
As a member of the club's management level, Xiong Zhou knew the beautiful General Manager in front of him was the only daughter of the group's Chairman. Therefore, Xiong Zhou showed respect every time he met Yunan Xiao.
Yunan Xiao picked up three documents and handed them to Xiong Zhou, and she said, "These three coaches of the League One clubs are rejected. Harman is not satisfied with coaches of the Super League clubs, let alone the coaches from League One clubs. By the way, have you received any reply from Coach Sun of Shanggang?"
"That is why I came to speak with you. Coach Sun has replied to me. He said his child is still attending high school in Shanggang, and he doesn't want to come here," Xiong Zhou said.
"In that case, let's stop requesting him for now," Yunan Xiao said helplessly.
"Besides, Chairman Fang of Dalu Group recommended a coach to me. I have his resume here." As Xiong Zhou spoke, he handed the folder to Yunan Xiao.
"Chairman Fang called me about this candidate. He said this coach has a background of track and field events, and used to act as the physical trainer of the National Table Tennis Team. I think he must be competent enough if he had a foothold in the National Table Tennis Team. Furthermore, Chairman Fang is our shareholder; respecting his opinion is of utmost importance. So I have accepted his recommendation," Yunan Xiao said, taking the folder. After opening the folder, she saw Dai Li's picture of Dai Li.
"He looks familiar to me. Dai Li? The name also sounds familiar." Yunan Xiao started to read the working experience of Dai Li.
"Now I remember, it's him! He is the coach I met during that marathon." Yunan Xiao recognized Dai Li quickly.
During the Half Marathon held at Jinyan Lake, Dai Li left a deep impression on Yunan Xiao. Dai Li's help to Dalu Fang, as well his victory in the end made Yunan Xiao remember him. After looking at Dai Li's picture and reading his working experience, Yunan Xiao could remember that marathon clearly.
He has been acting as a physical trainer on the National Table Tennis Team these last few years. Now he is applying for the physical trainer position in our club.
Yunan Xiao smiled suddenly. She placed Dai Li's resume on the resumes of another two people, and said, "Translate these three resumes into English, and then send them to Coach Harman."
...
"Look, these are the resumes for the three physical trainers found by Ms. Xiao." Harman handed the three resumes to Claude.
After taking the resumes, Claude opened the first one.
"Chowtai Kim, a Korean. He used to act as the physical trainer in Chunnam Dragons Club in the K-league of South Korea." As Claude spoke, he nodded. "This one is okay. He has coaching experience in the professional soccer league, and the K-league is pretty impressive in Asia."
Then Claude opened the second resume.
"Haoxin Liu, a guy who was born in Hong Kong and brought up in Canada. He was a professional hockey player for a little while, and then acted as the physical trainer in the Vancouver Canucks of the NHL." Claude frowned slightly, then he said, "This guy's experience is good. After all, the NHL is one of the top four leagues in the United States. The level of their coaches should be fine. However, hockey is different than soccer. Maybe he will need some time to adapt to soccer, which is new to him."
Finally, Claude opened the third resume.
"Dai Li, is he also a coach? He is so young! It seems he is as young as our players. He has a background in track and field events, and used to act as the physical trainer of the table tennis event. Haha, they are kidding me, right?" Dissatisfaction flashed in Claude's eyes. Obviously, both Dai Li's age and working experience were not satisfactory to Claude.
Dai Li's experience as the physical trainer in the National Table Tennis Team was very impressive for many people in China. However, to Claude, Dai Li's working experience meant nothing.
As a physical trainer of the soccer event, Claude could be considered one of the best coaches in the world. To him, Asian physical trainers were far behind their European counterparts, let alone a physical trainer of a "small ball" event like table tennis.
"I have asked Xiong Zhou, who sent the resumes to me. According to his information, this table tennis coach was recommended by a shareholder of the club." Harman looked at Claude with an expression that said, "You should know that." Then he said, "It's okay, he used to be a coach of the track and field team, so he should be good for something. You just make do with him."
"That's the only way out." Claude sighed helplessly. "I shouldn't have had high hopes for Asian physical trainers."
...
Dai Li signed his name on the contract.
The Dingtian Soccer Club offered Dai Li an annual salary of RMB 300,000. Although it was not very high in the first-tier cities, Dai Li was quite satisfied with the amount.
Besides the annual salary, Dai Li would also get some additional income, such as the travel allowance for the team's away games. If the team won a game, Dai Li could get a bonus as a coach. If the team won the championship of China's Super League, or even the championship of the AFC Champions League, the club would also pay Dai Li a bonus.
"Coach Kim, Coach Liu, and Coach Li, please allow me to welcome you to join us on behalf of the club." Yunan Xiao smiled at the three of them.
Yunan Xiao's voice lingered in Dai Li's ears after he walked out of the meeting room.
This General Manager is really a beautiful girl! She's so young, she must be about the same age as me, Dai Li thought.
Dai Li had met Yunan Xiao during the Half Marathon held at Jinyan Lake, but that had been a long time ago, and Dai Li had forgotten much of what had occurred on that day.
Today, when Dai Li met Yunan Xiao again, he still found her very attractive.
However, Dai Li was quite sober and he didn't have any inappropriate ambitions on her. On Dai Li's way to the meeting, someone working in the club had mentioned Yunan Xiao. This pretty General Manager was the darling daughter of the Chairman of Dingtian Group, and could basically be considered the princess of Dingtian Group. This kind of rich girl who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth was out of Dai Li's reach, since he was just an ordinary person. Yunan Xiao and Dai Li were people from two different worlds.
...
"The three new physical trainers have signed their contracts, and will start work tomorrow. Do you have any plan in using them?" Harman said, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.
"That Chowtai Kim from South Korea was a soccer physical trainer before. I plan to let him participate in the formulation of next two weeks of training plans, so that I can check his level before giving him any concrete work. Haoxin Liu was brought up in Canada, so he should have no problem in verbal communication with the foreign players. I plan to arrange him to do the strength training. As for that table tennis coach…"
Claude's expression was quite troubled. "For now, I really don't know what he could do. He is a person from a different world!"
"My old friend, I have a suggestion for you." Harman put down his coffee mug, then said, "Several players on our team are not very self-disciplined. After months of rest, they have put on a lot of weight. Now the league is about to start, but they are still overweight."
"I got you! The table tennis coach could be instructed to help those players lose weight. It's really a good idea!" Claude heaved a long sigh of relief. "I think that table tennis coach should be qualified for such easy work."


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!

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