Chapter 2. Starting again (2)

There was many times that something unexpected happened in your life.

But Rei situation was weirder than anyone else.

When he woke up after heavily drinking, he was not on his bed nor he was on the streets.

He was in a unfamiliar room and bed which looked somewhat familiar to him. He was not even in his own body.

He had experienced a strange phenomenon!

Many people who often read novels had named this phenomenon as reincarnation.

Yeah, he reincarnated to an alternate earth.

At first everything was fuzzy and he didn't understand his situation.

But after looking at the memories of the previous host, he understands one thing.

He had reincarnated into an alternate world, in a different body.

At first he didn't believe it but he had to believe it after seeing that his appearance was different.

He still decided to search on the internet. Luckily, he had not been transported in a fantasy world but a modern day world. 

He searched up in the internet to find information about his friends but there was nothing.

His childhood friend facebook account…..

His first book...

The famous company Apple.....

The most richest man in the world...

They either have no information or the search results were different.

Now, he had to believe it that he was truly in an alternate world.

For two weeks, he holed up in his room to deal with the information going on his head and finding more about this world.

After he had sorted out his memories, he came to know that the history between this earth and his earth was somewhat different.

Although there wasn't many differences, he still was enough to prove that he was in an alternate world.

This world also didn't have the same novels, movies or songs.

Even the celebrities were different.

All the famous people had changed and famous brands like Apple, Microsoft and Amazon had disintegrated in thin air.

After two weeks in his room, he had finally sort out all the information in his mind and also got a general description about this world.

His name was also Rei in this world but his surname had changed to Amano. 

The previous host was a would be high school student living a mundane life.

The only thing different about him was that he wanted to become a celebrity. He wanted to be famous and be recognised.

It was not just a dream, he really wanted to be a celebrity. 

Rei also can't say that the previous host has no talent. The previous host or should he say Rei was a handsome boy.

He also have above average singing skills and his acting was also rather good.

If he auditioned for a entertainment company, then he will surely get signed as a trainee.

After reincarnation, Rei and the previous host souls have merged. Although it didn't have a effect on Rei's personality by much, Rei did got the strong desires of becoming a star from the previous host.

Rei have previously been famous in his last time and he knew what it mean to be truly by famous.

After becoming famous, your life would be not only yours but also your fans.

You have to think before doing every action and behave yourself in public.

So, was it any worth to become famous, Rei didn't knew it exactly.

He only knew that being famous can either make oneself or destroy oneself.

For now, Rei decided to suppress these desires and think about his future.

Although he was not in his world but he did returned to his high school days.

His high school life in his previous life was a normal one, he wasn't famous then. It was only after reaching college that he became famous.

So, what will he do now. He had enough time to think it slowly but first he decided to do something important.

'For starters, let's first write down my past mistakes'

Rei didn't wanted to repeat his past life's mistakes, So he decided to write all of them down.

He typed all of his past life mistakes in his computer. His typing was faster than usual and he felt refreshed while typing.

He typed all of his mistakes. It took him whole 2 hours to type them, it was his past life's mistakes. In paper, it only took him 2 hours to write them down but they are the mistakes he didn't wanted to commit again.

After typing the mistakes, he copied the file in a pen drive and hided it away.

He can't let anyone see it or Rei will be considered a psychopath.

Rei sighed after hiding away the pen drive and started to think what will he do in the future.

All teenagers would have this thought, what will they do in the future.

Some would want to make their hobbies a career and some would just think about it later but Rei wasn't like them.

He was not a ordinary person, As a person who have experienced a past life he is a lot more different than the ordinary youths both in personality and temperament.

Becoming a writer! Certainly he wanted to do that but was he really someone who can become a writer?

In his previous life, he had produced some literature novels and he also wrote some fantasy after that but can he say that he was a writer?

No, he can't say that he was a writer. A writer is someone who can earn money from their work but he was still barely surviving in his past life.

After his first work, he didn't gave any hits. He was even titled 'Cursed author' in the industry because after his first work, all of his works were flops tending many people to believed that he had gotten some kind of curse.

He had also researched the literature industry of this world and he knew that the literature industry in this world had produced many great books.

It was an enormous sea filled with flames where writers often became famous but only those who can survive in the sea are the real writers.

Was he really able to dive into the sea filled with thorns.

"Rei, come dinner is ready"

He had to think about it later as his mother was calling him for dinner.

JUDGMENT 

Use the wisdom, knowledge, and legwork of other people 
to further your own cause. Not only will such assistance 
save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a 
godlike aura of efficiency and speed. In the end your 
helpers will be forgotten and you will be remembered. 
Never do yourself what others can do for you. 

TRANSGRESSION AND OBSERVANCE OF THE LAW 
In 1883 a young Serbian scientist named Nikola Tesla was working for the 
European division of the Continental Edison Company. He was a brilliant 
inventor, and Charles Batchelor, a plant manager and a personal friend of 
Thomas Edison, persuaded him he should seek his fortune in America, giving him a letter of introduction to Edison himself. So began a life of woe 
and tribulation that lasted until Tesla's death. 
When Tesla met Edison in New York, the famous inventor hired him 
on the spot. Tesla worked eighteen-hour days, finding ways to improve the 
primitive Edison dynamos. Finally he offered to redesign them completely. 
To Edison this seemed a monumental task that could last years without 
paying off, but he told Tesla, "There's fifty thousand dollars in it for you-if 
you can do it." Tesla labored day and night on the project and after only a 
year he produced a greatly improved version of the dynamo, complete 
with automatic controls. He went to Edison to break the good news and receive his $50,000. Edison was pleased with the improvement, for which he 
and his company would take credit, but when it came to the issue of the 
money he told the young Serb, "Tesla, you don't understand our American 
humor!," and offered a small raise instead. 
Tesla's obsession was to create an altemating-current system (AC) of 
electricity. Edison believed in the direct-current system (DC), and not only 
refused to support Tesla's research but later did all he could to sabotage 
him. Tesla turned to the great Pittsburgh magnate George Westinghouse, 
who had started his own electricity company. Westinghouse completely 
funded Tesla's research and offered him a generous royalty agreement on 
future profits. The AC system Tesla developed is still the standard today but after patents were filed in his name, other scientists came forward to 
take credit for the invention, claiming that they had laid the groundwork 
for him. His name was lost in the shuffle, and the public came to associate 
the invention with Westinghouse himself. 
A year later, Westinghouse was caught in a takeover bid from 
J. Pierpont Morgan, who made him rescind the generous royalty contract 
he had signed with Tesla. Westinghouse explained to the scientist that his 
company would not survive if it had to pay him his full royalties; he persuaded Tesla to accept a buyout of his patents for $216,000-a large sum, 
no doubt, but far less than the $12 million they were worth at the time. The 
financiers had divested Tesla of the riches, the patents, and essentially the 
credit for the greatest invention of his career. 
The name of Guglielmo Marconi is forever linked with the invention 
of radio. But few know that in producing his invention-he broadcast a signal across the English Channel in 1899-Marconi made use of a patent 
Tesla had filed in 1897, and that his work depended on Tesla's research. 
Once again Tesla received no money and no credit. Tesla invented an induction motor as well as the AC power system, and he is the real "father of 
radio." Yet none of these discoveries bear his name. As an old man, he 
lived in poverty. 

In 1917, during his later impoverished years, Tesla was told he was to 
receive the Edison Medal of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers. 
He tumed the medal down. "You propose, " he said, "to honor me with a 
medal which I could pin upon my coat and strut for a vain hour before the 
members of your Institute. You would decorate my body and continue to 
let starve, for failure to supply recognition, my mind and its creative products, which have supplied the foundation upon which the major portion of 
your Institute exists." 

Interpretation 
Many harbor the illusion that science, dealing with facts as it does, is beyond the petty rivalries that trouble the rest of the world. Nikola Tesla was 
one of those. He believed science had nothing to do with politics, and 
claimed not to care for farne and riches, As he grew older, though, this ruined his scientific work. Not associated with any particular discovery, he 
could attract no investors to his many ideas. While he pondered great inventions for the future, others stole the patents he had already developed 
and got the glory for themselves. 
He wanted to do everything on his own, but merely exhausted and impoverished himself in the process. 
Edison was Tesla's polar opposite. He wasn't actually much of a scientific thinker or inventor; he once said that he had no need to be a mathematician because he could always hire one. That was Edison's main 
method. He was really a businessman and publicist, spotting the trends and 
the opportunities that were out there, then hiring the best in the field to do 
the work for him. If he had to he would steal from his competitors. Yet his 
name is much better known than Tesla's, and is associated with more inventions. 
The lesson is twofold: First, the credit for an invention or creation is as 
important, if not more important, than the invention itself. You must see use 
the credit for YOUR self and keep others from stealing it away, or from piggybacking on YOUR hard work. To accomplish this you must always be vigilant 
and ruthless, keeping YOUR creation quiet until you can be sure there are no 
vultures circling overhead. Second, leam to take advantage of other people's work to further your own cause. Time is precious and life is short. If 
you try to do it all on your own, you run yourself ragged, waste energy, and 
bum yourself out. It is far better to conserve your forces, pounce on the 
work others have done, and find a way to make it your own. 
Everybody steals in commerce and industry. 

I've stolen a lot myself. 
But I know how to steal. 
Thomas Edison, 1847-1931 

KEYS TO POWER 
The world of power has the dynamics of the jungle: There are those who 
live by hunting and killing, and there are also vast numbers of creatures 
(hyenas, vultures) who live off the hunting of others. These latter, less 
imaginative types are often incapable of doing the work that is essential for 
the creation of power. They understand early on, though, that if they wait 
long enough, they can always find another animal to do the work for them. 
Do not be naive: At this very moment, while you are slaving away on some 
project, there are vultures cirding above trying to figure out a way to survive and even thrive off your creativity. It is useless to complain about this, 
or to wear yourself ragged with bittemess, as Tesla did. Better to protect 
yourself and join the game. Once you have established a power base, become a vulture yourself, and save yourself a lot of time and energy. 
Of the two poles of this game, one can be illustrated by the example of 
the explorer Vasco Nliiiez de Balboa. Balboa had an obsession-the discovery of EI Dorado, a legendary city of vast riches. 
Early in the sixteenth century, after countless hardships and brushes 
with death, he found evidence of a great and wealthy empire to the south 
of Mexico, in present-day Peru. By conquering this empire, the Incan, and 
seizing its gold, he would make himself the next Cortes. The problem was 
that even as he made this discovery, word of it spread among hundreds of 
other conquistadors. He did not understand that half the game was keeping 
it quiet, and carefully watching those around him. A few years after he discovered the location of the Incan empire, a soldier in his own army, Francisco Pizarro, helped to get him beheaded for treason. Pizarro went on to 
take what Balboa had spent so many years trying to find. 
The other pole is that of the artist Peter Paul Rubens, who, late in his 
career, found himself deluged with requests for paintings. He created a system: In his large studio he employed dozens of outstanding painters, one 
specializing in robes, another in backgrounds, and so on. He created a vast 
production line in which a large number of canvases would be worked on 
at the same time. When an important dient visited the studio, Rubens 
would shoo his hired painters out for the day. While the dient watched 
from a balcony, Rubens would work at an incredible pace, with unbelievable energy. The dient would leave in awe of this prodigious man, who 
could paint so many masterpieces in so short a time. 
This is the essence of the Law: Lern to get others to do the work for 
you while you take the credit, and you appear to be of godlike strength and 
power. If you think it important to do all the work yourself, you will never 
get far, and you will suffer the fate of the Balboas and Teslas of the world. 
Find people with the skills and creativity you lack. Either hire them, while 
putting your own name on top of theirs, or find a way to take their work 
and make it your own. Their creativity thus becomes yours, and you seem 
a genius to the world. 
There is another application of this law that does not require the parasitic use of your contemporaries' labor: Use the past, a vast storehouse of 


knowledge and wisdom. Isaac Newton called this "standing on the shoulders of giants." He meant that in making his discoveries he had built on the 
achievements of others. A great part of his aura of genius, he knew, was attributable to his shrewd ability to make the most of the insights of ancient, 
medieval, and Renaissance scientists. Shakespeare borrowed plots, characterizations, and even dialogue from Plutarch, among other writers, for he knew that nobody surpassed Plutarch in the writing of subtle psychology 
and witty quotes. How many later writers have in their turn borrowed 
from-plagiarized--Shakespeare? 
We all know how few of today's politicians write their own speeches. 
Their own words would not win them a single vote; their eloquence and 
wit, whatever there is of it, they owe to a speech writer. Other people 
do the work, they take the credit. The upside of this is that it is a kind 
of power that is available to everyone. Learn to use the knowledge of the 
past and you will look like a genius, even when you are really just a ever 
borrower. 
Writers who have delved into human nature, ancient masters of strategy, historians of human stupidity and folly, kings and queens who have 
learned the hard way how to handle the burdens of power-their knowledge is gathering dust, waiting for you to come and stand on their shoulders. Their wit can be your wit, their skill can be your skill, and they will 
never come around to tell people how unoriginal you really are. You can 
slog through life, making endless mistakes, wasting time and energy trying 
to do things from your own experience. Or you can use the armies of the 
past. As Bismarck once said, "Fools say that they leam by experience. I 
prefer to profit by others' experience." 

Image: The Vulture. Of all the creatures in 
the jungle, he has it the easiest. The 
hard work of others becomes his work; 
their failure to survive becomes his 
nourishment. Keep an eye on 
the Vulture-while you are 
hard at work, he is cirding above. Do not 
fight him, join 
him . 
Authority: There is much to be known, life is short, and life is not life 
without knowledge. It is therefore an excellent device to acquire 
knowledge from everybody. Thus, by the sweat of another's brow, you 
win the reputation of being an orade. (Baltasar Graciän, 1601-1658) 

REVERSAL 
There are times when taking the credit for work that others have done is 
not the wise course: If your power is not firmly enough established, you 
will seem to be pushing people out of the limelight. To be a brilliant exploiter of talent your position must be unshakable, or you will be accused 
of deception. 
Be sure you know when letting other people share the credit serves 
your purpose. It is especially important to not be greedy when you have a 
master above you. President Richard Nixon's historie visit to the People's 
Republic of China was originally his idea, but it might never have come off 
but for the deft diplomacy of Henry Kissinger. Nor would it have been as 
successful without Kissinger's skills. Still, when the time came to take 
credit, Kissinger adroitly let Nixon take the Hon's share. Knowing that the 
truth would come out later, he was careful not to jeopardize his standing in 
the short term by hogging the limelight. Kissinger played the game expertly: He took credit for the work of those below him while graciously 
giving credit for his own labors to those above. That is the way to play 
the game.

I thought to myself 
with what means, with 
what deceptions, with 
how many varied arts, 
with what industry a 
man sharpens his wits 
to deceive another, 
and through these 
variations the world is 
made more beautiful.

2 years has pass... it was then supposed to be only 1 year but Shyn has sign 2 year contract to Lion's Entertainment were famous producers, song writers and super stars belong in the Hollywood..

Shyn was their exclusively producers and song writers..she won many awards in producing musics..but Shyn has a different sreen name in Hollywood that's why even she is that famous, in Korea they don't know that Miles Sean is one person..Shyn..

The plane has landed in Korea..Shyn was too tired...it has been 12 hours of flight.
In the parking area her assistant Chu Marie is waiting her.. Chu Marie is her assistant since she was debuted as a producer in the US and at the same time her bestfriend.

When arrive home Chu Marie give her her schedules..

Wow my Father is so excited tomorrow? right away? 

I need to rest..Marie please handle this matter...call my father tell him i will be late..hahahahaha..

Early in the morning...
Marie please send an email to Mr Kim if he can send me today the details of their meeting today..and if he can give me the names of his new artist.
Shyn? why should i send him an email if you will be going to the Hi Tae any way..?

Marie Marie...as i told you yesterday i will be late...i will be meeting nick in the restaurant he came by to see me..

Nick is Shyn's Friend her co producer in the  Lion's.. he is single, handsome and young. He is consistent in courting Shyn...but shyn want's them to be friends only...She does'nt want to get involve in any relationship that time.
At the Hi Tae.. the boys band was their at the studio recording their new music.. they are all the same person 2 years ago..but more handsome image..more mature...and they are now very famous as before.
After they eat...Shyn ask Nick if she wants to come with him in Hi Tae. 
Ofcourse i want to visit and see your new family.
I hope they will accept me just like before..but now its a whole different level. It was 2 years since i left.
I'ts ok shyn, i know that they will accept you again. What can they do you are the daughter of the CEO...hahahaha
Ahhhh...nick what are you trying to say?
hahahahajajah...ok lets go now your late.
The meeting was about to finish when shyn send a message to Mr.Kim that she is already outside.
In the meeting room the whole artist of Hi Tae is their including the boy band and the staff.They have a meeting once every month to monitor  and to communicate with their artist and staff. It is also abonding time for all of them.

8 yrs ago i fell in love with you
But now My music is me... 
I created music not just for my ownself benefit because it is the way that im expressing my Love towards you.. 
8 years ago, I thought you love someone else..I though im just a friend..
But now you and me still love each other
 and my Only music is you... 
You proposing me in front of your Forces...marry me and be my music forever.. 
But there's no me to appear in that moment..
I want to sing with you.. but i don't want this life i just want to be simple person,i want lo leave a normal life just let me go...
For if you and i were meant to be..
Our music will give its way for us to be forever... 
But for now all i can say.. i love you Godbye..

Sigh. Zian had already reminded Vladimir earlier not to stare at two or three sheep while shearing them, but it had gone in one ear and out the other. Its habit of using famous quotes was really hard to change.
Zhang Zian resigned. He didn't rush over to say hello to Little Celery. Instead, he first corrected Vladimir. "You shouldn't just use quote famous quotes, as they lack flexibility. She's not even that old and is, at most, like the sun at six or seven o'clock in the morning…"
Vladimir listened to Zian's advice and nodded. "Six or seven o'clock is good too."
"Also, what's the meaning of the Meow Meow Doctrine?" Zian asked. He had heard Vladimir shout the name of its move earlier and somehow felt his chrysanthemum tighten…
Vladimir gave it some thought then explained, "That is a good question… In short, it fights for the freedom, equality, and fairness of stray cats. Its goal is also to free stray cats from being bullied and oppressed so that they can decide on their own destiny!"
"Okay then…" Its answer was acceptable, so Zhang Zian wisely decided not to delve into it. Who knew if he might get an inappropriate answer if he continued on the subject…
Little Celery was used to Zhang Zian conversing with animals, although his partner that day was a blue cat that looked very spirited. She had never seen it in the store before.
As the weather turned warm, Little Celery was not wearing clothes as thick as the ones she wore during the early spring. They were replaced with loose-fitting sportswear that were easy to move in. Her clothes were a half a size bigger than her actual size––after all, children grew up fast and clothes that fit couldn't be worn for long. Her mother was definitely a pragmatist.
In addition, she finally did not need to wear thick hats and scarves, so her iconic pigtails were fully exposed now.
Zhang Zian noticed the direction of her pigtails, then recalled that it was definitely the weekend. Ever since he had taken over the pet shop, he had almost lost the concept of time; however, Little Celery's pigtails were as accurate as ever.
"Little Celery, it's the weekend. Why are you here so early on a weekend? Didn't you want to sleep in?" he asked.
Little Celery looked around and exclaimed, "Wow, there's a lot of people!"
Usually during the early morning, the store was as empty as ever––but wasn't Dog Warrior showing? Many local fans who watched the premiere rushed over early in the morning to find Famous so they could get a photo together; however, the shop was not fully prepared for opening, so they were stopped outside by the staff.
There were so many fans lined up outside, and Famous wasn't willing to make the floor dirty with everyone coming in after the staff had cleaned up the place. If all the fans were to be let in, they would interfere with the business, so Famous went outside the shop and satisfied the fans request for photos out there.
Little Celery only remembered after being asked by Zhang Zian that there was a reason she had stopped by. She quickly said, "I don't have class today, but the hamster in our class is going to give birth soon. My classmates told me to ask you if you could come over to help. Do you have the time?"
Little Celery and her friends had been very serious about raising the hamster; they had formed a feeding plan where daily records were taken by the person on duty each day. Through their care, the hamsters grew well, and several female hamsters had gotten pregnant. Now, despite Zhang Zian's long-term guidance, they had no confidence in handling the childbirth process, so they had Little Celery ask Zhang Zian to come and guide them through the process.
Zhang Zian looked at his schedule, and that day he was as free as usual. If he stayed in the store, he would probably be dragged around by the fans and media then forced to answer their questions, so it was better to just head out for a walk.
What was more, the Zhonghua Road Primary School where Little Celery studied was very close to the shop; it was just minutes away.
"Sure! No problem," Zhang Zian said. "I'll take a trip down with you."
"Thank you, Brother Shop Manager!" Little Celery finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little Celery, have you eaten?" asked Zian as he touched his own empty belly.
"I have!"
"Then you can play in the shop for a while. We'll leave after I have breakfast."
"Okay!" Little Celery ran into the store cheerfully.
Vladimir, who had been sitting by the side watching and listening, suddenly said, "Can I come along too? I'm new here in Binhai City, so I need to familiarize myself with the nearby terrain and environment. After all, I've got no right to speak without any investigation."
"Sure." Zhang Zian agreed with what it said. He felt that there was nothing wrong with bringing it along.
Zian bought some steamed buns and soy milk, split them between the staff members, and finished his own portion. He then called Little Celery over and left the shop with her.
"Oh… Is this cat coming along with us?" Little Celery asked. She had taken a few steps forward before she turned around and noticed Vladimir tagging along.
Zhang Zian guessed her concerns. "Well, don't worry. It won't hurt the hamsters."
"That's good then." Little Celery finally rested assured.
The current weather was mild and suitable for walking––possibly the best weather for walking in the whole year. Many couples and families were out and about, taking advantage of the good weather. Even Otakus that never left their house were not able to stop themselves from going out for a walk. If they didn't, they would have been wasting such good weather.
On the way down to the school, Little Celery told Zhang Zian about the small problems they had encountered while raising the hamsters, and the interesting things that happened in school. Vladimir followed behind them and observed the unfamiliar city.
Binhai City and the capital were two cities with very different styles. Even if the scale and population of both cities were not taken into consideration, the obvious differences could be seen from their rhythm of life. Due to the limited amount of pressure they placed on life, the residents in Binhai were accustomed a slow and leisurely pace of life.
Occasionally, there would be one or two stray cats on the side of the road or on the wall, and after seeing Vladimir, they didn't have any special reaction. Whether they were fighting or eating food from people's hands, they were no different than usual. They seemed to treat Vladimir as any other ordinary cat, which was very different from their behavior when they saw Fina.
Vladimir was walking leisurely. It would sometimes mumble something and sometimes nod, but Zhang Zian did not know what was going on in its head.
Zhang Zian casually spoke with Little Celery, and periodically he would look back at it. He thought that after leaving the pet shop, Vladimir would be very eager to look around for the Holy Cat statue, however the reality was much different from his own imagination.
Before it could deal with the Holy Cat statue, it had to be located first. The Holy Cat statue was really elusive, and if it were that easy to find, then Zian would have already found it.
Zian was very curious about how Vladimir planned to find the Holy Cat statue in the first place.
Vladimir felt his gaze and smiled back at him with a meaningful smile. The smile was full of self-confidence and it said, "No hurry! No hurry! In any practical work, all the correct leads must come from the puss and blend with the puss!"
Zhang Zian paused. Fortunately, it didn't say into the… puss.
They arrived at the entrance of Zhonghua Road Primary School, and Zhang Zian didn't bother with the Holy Cat statue for the time being. He followed Little Celery into the campus and towards the hamsters.


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

Cong Nianwei was speechless. She didn’t understand why she was excited. Maybe in Hilton’s eyes, even Qin Guan’s farts smelled good.
By the time Hilton came back to her senses, the three of them had already left. Even Britney, her beloved enemy, couldn't stand her.
"Do you know why he is always running from us? You are too desperate. At least one of us must be his cup of tea. It's your fault! You scare him away!"
"I feel strange. I have never dated an Asian man. I don’t care if he has a girlfriend, we can still keep in touch. No one in the entertainment circle has any integrity these days. Besides, he is a man."
Madonna, who was the most experienced one, shook her head. "You don’t understand. He is not a toy. You have to show him your heart. He is a noble knight."
Hilton agreed with Madonna, nodding violently. "I will tell my grandpa that I’ll put an end to my romantic affairs. I’ll ask for his help. I want to marry Qin Guan."
"You must be dreaming!"
"You are the last one he would choose among us!"
Her so-called friends both showed her their middle fingers.
Such good friends...
It was a starry night that reminded people of Van Gogh’s famous oil painting. The first cool breeze of the scorching summer started blowing.
Of course, Qu wouldn't let Qin Guan dress how he pleased for the party. After all, Qin Guan was a small celebrity in America. She was the chief editor of VOGUE. Image was really important.
Black was the safest color for a gentleman, and a white dress the best choice for a lady.
The party was held at a villa on the Hollywood Hills. When Qu drove the rented convertible into the parking lot, she realized the party was magnificent. There were luxury cars of all brands in the parking lot, all of them tasteful and fashionable.
A staff member led them to the entrance. After identifying them, they welcomed the guests into the villa. It was a large, luxurious villa with an outdoor garden and pool. The lamps made it look as beautiful as it was during the daytime.
Some models and actresses were not let into the villa, so they lingered around, trying their best to attract the tycoons with their sexy dresses and poses. They had poked their noses into the queen’s party through all channels, eager to get to those famous, rich guys.
Actually, Hilton’s party was a feast for actresses seeking a good chance and tycoons looking for beautiful girls. Her parties were famous for their craziness.
As soon as Qin Guan entered the villa, he felt the party’s difference compared to the party at Columbia. The latter had been strictly focused on business connections in the finance circle, while the former brought together strange people of all kinds.
There were avant-garde designers there, dressed in shocking ways. Qin Guan could recognize at least three of them. There were also guest writers, fashion writers and magazine representatives. Qu could recognize about eight of her peers.
There were also talented music producers in attendance. They were handsome and easy-going, but they had a weird temper. Dr. Luke was their representative.
Of course, there were also people from film companies. Hilton's parties were always full of energy.
Qin Guan had originally considered himself a nobody, yet all the guests would greet him as they passed by.
"Hi, Qin Guan. How are you?"
"Hey, handsome guy!"
Strange smiles were pasted on their faces. It was so horrible! Qin Guan walked around in fear.
"What's wrong with them?" he asked Cong Nianwei and Qu.
"No idea. We will just deal with it by sticking to our fundamental principles."
"Okay."
They walked to the spare living room at the center of the party, which was decorated according to American style.
There was a half-meter tall stage and long independent buffet tables there. Waiters were shuttling between the guests with bubbling champagne on their trays.
It was the background wall that scared everyone. There were four large posters of Qin Guan hanging on the wall. There were introduction cards under each poster to indicate the shooting time and place.
That explained the guests’ strange smiles. It seemed that this was not a private party, but Qin Guan’s own initiation. How embarrassing!
Qin Guan stood there stupefied. Soon, he was surrounded by people. "He is the actor on the picture. Hilton is obsessed with him. She must have spent a lot on him. He is so handsome!" an old rich lady without morals was saying.
"I have seen the news. It’s a pity that he likes women!" That was You-Know-Who [1].
"Ha! That’s fine." A different opinion? Qin Guan cast an appreciative look at him. You are just jealous. You must be a normal man. Thank you so much!


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

"During the stream, we received some comments informing them on some delays." 
"What can we possibly do with it?" 
"Often times, it's their internet connection which is the problem. To help them, we might need to decrease the video quality of the stream." 
Yve's first meeting continues as Sylvan fulfills the task he was entrusted. Sylvan easily finishes the tasks but to make it easier for her Lady Boss to decide, he researches on their latest projects as well as the schedule of the interior designer. By the time Yve finishes her first meeting, Sylvan has completed about 20% of his task. 
"Young Madam, I have here the list of the top interior designers as you requested." Sylvan hands over the list to her.
"I also researched their latest project as well as their schedules. But I only finished 20%."
"That's fine with me. Just give me the 20% and give me the rest later on." Yve said and opens her hand for the additional details. 
Sylvan hands them over and Yve reads the reports. Soon after, it's time for Yve's meeting with the writers for the short film they will release.
"Good morning, Miss Yve."
"Good morning! Let's begin!" Yve informs them and takes her seat first to be followed by the rest of them.
"Thank you for the scripts you have submitted. I believed from the lists of artists, you have your favorites. So I want to know who are they and why do you want them."
Each writer began explaining their stories followed by the questions asked by Yve. It was a very entertaining meeting and Yve is really having a hard time choosing which one of the stories will be used. 
"Thank you for your time, Miss Yve."
"You're welcome! Expect the result by tonight or tomorrow morning." Yve replied and bid goodbye to the writers.
When Yve returned from her second meeting, Sylvan hands over another 40% of the additional details regarding the interior designer. But as Sylvan is about to leave the room, Yve asks her some other questions.
"Sylvan, I'm torn between these two stories. My top two stories are good but I'm just confused on which should I choose – the common one for safety or a unique one to take the risk."
"How about asking the PR and Marketing Team as well?"
"That is a good choice but we don't have enough time. I need to consult the trainers as well." 
"You can actually put them together. If you like I can inform the two departments and we can move back your last meeting today by thirty minutes so they can prepare." 
"I would take your offer then. Thank you, Sylvan."
With this decision, Yve is given more time to read the information given to her and narrow down the given 60% details on the list. 
While Yve is calmly juggle with her meetings and papers to read, H&E Entertainment is in chaos trying to figure out a counter against the successful stream of SkyMu.
"So what are your proposals?" Steve asks the people in front of him. 
"We can have the fan meeting in different locations and random at that." One of them suggested. 
"Continue."
"It will seem random for the fans but we will target the places which has the highest number of viewers from SkyMu's stream." 
"That's a bold move. But how are you going to assure that fans of our artists can come to the places if we're going to do it randomly?"
"The artists can announce the night before that they will have a fan meeting to keep their fans alert. Finally, they will announce their location an hour prior to the performance."
"Hmm…. That will be a good one. But we don't have much time. We still need to figure out which places to target and the artists that are ready to perform."
"I have already here the places." The IT personnel staff confidently replies and hands over papers to each of them which show a graph on the information they need.
"For the artists and groups, we should choose the famous ones."
"I fully approve of this plan. Now I want the complete and laid out plan for this weekend's live show. Any questions?"
"Mr. Steve, are we going to stop our live streams then?" 
"Continue it but have the not so famous groups handle it and make sure that they will not be released at the same time of the SkyMu's stream and our live show."
"Noted." 
H&E's counter is in the making yet SkyMu is still unaware of it. Steve ends the meeting and leaves the building to go to another company under his wing.
As Yve's final meeting for this morning is pushed back, Sylvan continues to work on the remaining 40% of the remaining information. While waiting for Sylvan and the time for her third meeting, Yve decides to review for her test that afternoon. 
"Young Madam, the time for your last meeting is about to begin." Sylvan informs her through the local line.
"Thank you, Sylvan." Yve replies and picks up her folder for the meeting.
"Miss Yve."
"I'm sorry for the late notice especially to the PR and Marketing Teams." 
"It's fine, Miss Yve. We were briefed by Sir Sylvan and have come up with the basic information you might need."
"I see. In the meantime, here are the choices of the writers for the main and supporting roles. What do you think? Will they be able to handle the roles?" Yve says and hands out papers of the compilation she has just made.
"Personally I like this unusual story. As for her choice of actors and actresses, they can actually handle it. They have improved a lot and with a little workshop to get into the roles, they can shock their fans and non-fans alike." One of the coaches confidently replies.
"What does the Marketing Team think?"
"Well, it can be a breath of fresh air. Many people are looking forward to our next steps. So giving something new would fulfill their expectations on the content."
"Do you think it can send a new trend for drama shows' themes?" Yve curiously asks.
"Not sure about that, Miss Yve but if the artists can pull this off, then it will be as trending as the stream we did yesterday." 
"I see." Yve replies and calls Sylvan through the local line.
"You called, Miss Yve?"
"Call this writer and inform her of our meeting with her team of script writers tomorrow. Also check the schedule of these artists. Consult their managers by informing of the possible major roles they will get in the company's short film project." Yve orders Sylvan.
"Noted, Miss Yve."
"Thank you."
"So we will take a risk and introduce a new theme. So I would like the marketing and PR team to lay out a strategy for this project. Coaches, look for the suitable artists from the list for the minor roles and have them ready for it. I will inform you of the script and confirmation of the lead and supporting artists the soonest I can." Yve summarizes their meeting.
"We understand, Miss Yve." They all reply.
"Keep me updated. That will be all thank you for your time and enjoy your lunch." Yve ends the meeting and leaves the room first.


Today is another busy day for me. Work and home are the only places I go to for the past 3 years. The end of THAT relationship ended my happy, easy-going life. But then, when I think about it, it was not his fault but mine. My friends would tell me that I need to move on. I HAVE MOVED ON. It's just I don't want any side trips anymore in my life. I have my dreams and I am working hard for it. Little did I know what the destiny has installed for me.

"Mom, I still love her. She ended the relationship without any valid reason and I didn't agree."

"But son, what if the reason is that she doesn't love you anymore? Isn't that a reason valid enough for you?"

"I have to know it this time, mom. I did try to go out on dates but still failed. I think meeting her again will help me know what is happening with me."

"I guess I have no other choice. But remember, don't let her disrupt your plans and the family's business."

"I know, mom. Steph, book my flight to the Philippines tomorrow."

"Vincent! Why are you in so much rush?!"

"Because I believe that the early bird gets the worm."



Just wait for me, Yve. I will get you back by hook or by crook.

"I can walk, you know."

My younger brother, as it turns out, is quite good at sulking.

"$$Yes. I'm sure you can. I've even seen you do it on occasion. Your friend Ron also demonstrated remarkable skill with that particular ability when he ran off the very moment he conned Miss Granger into putting him down. I suspect- … Diggory?$$"

"Huh? What does Cedric have to do with it?"

"$$Nothing. He just looks rather put out for some reason.$$" I point down the hall towards the library where said Badger is visible, rubbing his face in worry as he converses quietly with an irritated looking Madam Pince at the front desk. "$$Going back to Hermione though, it strikes me that she would likely think it was strange- if she ever had cause to consider it at all- that a librarian, whose entire life is just books, would spend so much of that life in a state of near perpetual annoyance.$$"

"Right… Just books. That's all." My brother rolls his eyes at me. "Annoying older students never go into the library while floating their younger cousins along beside them against their will."

"$$Okay. That's fair.$$" I nod, conceding the point. "$$But let's go see what's got Diggory's panties in a bunch anyway.$$"

"Do I have a choice?"

"$$Of course.$$"

"...Really?"

"$$Oh Merlin! You're actually going to make me do it, aren't you?$$"

"Huh? Do what?"

"$$Quote He-of-the-entirely-too-many-middle-names.$$" Leaning against the door frame just outside the library since this could take a while, I sigh mournfully and roll my eyes at Harry's bemused expression. "$$You always have a choice, Harry. Sometimes our options may be limited by things outside our control, but it's our choices in life, often in spite of those limitations, that define who we are. Ungh... Even I think I sound like a prat trying to give that speech. Blech. Don't worry though, there'll still be a quiz over the summer holidays. Just because it makes me feel like a prat is no excuse to stunt your education.$$" Granted, I'll have to wait until Mr. Black gets up off his lazy ass and finally makes his bloody escape before we can properly move from theory to practical application. Ah well.

"...Okay… So can I choose to have you put me down?"

"$$I suppose you could…$$" I tilt my head and smile, wondering briefly if I should worry that Harry immediately sighs and looks towards the heavens when I do; I seem to have achieved exasperating old person status. "$$Remember though, that my actions are one of those limiting factors that are outside of your control. Hmmm… Tell you what though, I'll put you down if you can prove that you actually understood what we were talking about before Mister Weasley made his break for it.$$"

My brother glares at me, looking mutinous again. "There is no Good or Evil, only Power and those too weak to seek it?"

You did not just quote Mother at me! Comparing me to that- Ungh. How did he even get that from 'Divination is bloody useless.' I ever even mentioned good or evil. Or maybe it was the- Ungh!

Flicking my wand back into its holster before I can do anything rash, I rub at my temples for a moment before I trust myself to answer. Even then I have to pretend to 'accidentally' slip back into English. Taunting Albus by mucking with the portraits' ability to report what I say is one thing, but having having those reports consists of just 'Harry mockingly quoted Voldemort and then Tom looked annoyed' would be a step too far I think. "Okay. First of all, straw manning me was totally uncalled for. There is no need to twist my words until I sound like a bloody muppet. You are better than that." My brother blinks in confusion a few times before grinning at what he probably thinks is an unintentional slight against Voldemort. Taking another deep breath, I continue. "That is not at all what I was saying and you know it."

Harry shrugs, not at all apologetically. "Ron and I were a little busy planning our escape to listen properly."

...And now I have to address a topic I was planning to put off til the summer.

"Sigh…" Harry makes a face indicating that he doesn't approve of my saying such things, but he quoted Mother at me so he can suck it up and deal. "Kids these days." I shake my head ruefully. "We have no respect for our elders. Anyway…." I wave cheerfully to a portrait and switch back over to parseltongue. "$$There's this expression the muggles have about money being like air. That it's not important at all until you don't have any, and then suddenly it seems very important.$$" I shrug expansively. "$$Power is the same way. Power can let you bend the world to your whim, and yet... by itself, you'll find that power isn't actually all that useful. After all, just like with money, you actually can't eat it. What being powerful does, is open those metaphorical doors for you. It just gives you more, and often better, options to choose from when you're making those choices I mentioned earlier. It can also give you better odds of making those choices work out. Like now, you'll often have to contend with the results of what other people choose. You can make no mistakes, choose the right thing, and still lose if you lack the power to back your choices up. That's just how life is. But you also have to remember, and people often seem like they want to forget this, but you can also be as rich or powerful as you like and still lose if you make shit choices. That's also just how life is. Seeing as I seem to have slipped into lecture mode, am I at least making any sense?$$"

"Ummm..?"

Right. I sigh. Gryffindork. Baby steps via blatantly obvious concrete examples it is… Come to think of it, it'd probably be for the best if I stick to basic concepts and familiar terms too. "$$Okay. Sticking with the opening doors metaphor for now: Let's say you're hungry-$$"

Harry covers his face with his hands and sighs. "I mean… What does this have to do with me taking Divination?"

"...Oh." I make a mental note to start verifying everything my brother says before letting him wind me up in the future. "$$So you were listening. In that case, let me just say one last time that Divination Classes are bloody useless.$$"

Harry rolls his eyes at me. "Yeah. I can see how learning to see the future would never be helpful."

"$$Hey now.$$" I mock glare at him before offering up a knowing smile. "$$I never said that. But… Divination is sort of like parseltongue, you either have the gift or you don't. Since you don't, all Hogwart's Divination classes will be able to teach you is how to lie more convincingly while drunk off your ass on cooking Sherry. A useful skill, I'm sure, but one you could learn elsewhere without having to deal with a woman who constantly predicts her own students' deaths.$$" I pause, sighing, and rub my face. "$$Okay, that... came out just a bit more bitter than I meant it to. I'm merely suggesting you base your class choices on more than just which classes Mr. Weasley says will be the easiest.$$"

I pause to smile cheerfully and wave at a passing student that was giving my choice of languages an odd look. They'll get used to it eventually. Or if not, I'm sure I can find a spell to make literal clue-by-four to bludgeon them with.

And now I'm feeling conflicted.

$$Look. It all comes back to both those bits about choices being important but power, or a lack thereof rather, being limiting. Knowledge is a form of power. It's one of my personal favorite forms actually. Not every warning sign is written in English, and not every spell you might want to cast has already been invented. You might one day find yourself in a situation when having chosen to learn something about Ancient Runes and/or Arithmancy would prove more useful.$$"

Harry's expression remains vaguely dubious. Maybe it's time to try a different tack? Given that Draco is nowhere in sight, I suppose that leaves me with option number 3 on the depressingly short list of things that motivate my brother to expend actual effort. Namely, anything that threatens his friends or fellow students. I open up my book bag and pull out my favorite prop. I've been meaning to bring up Miss Skeeter anyway.

"$$Okay, let's try this another way. Would you be surprised if I told you that you probably could have stopped The Daily Prophet from printing these articles?$$"

"Really?"

"$$Of course. You're The-Boy-Who-Lived.$$" I hold up a hand to forestall the inevitable whining about how he's just Harry. "$$Yeah. I know. Wizardkind goes utterly bonkers for hyphens. It's bizarre. I can use Snape's version, The-Bloody-Brat-Who-Just-Won't-Die if you prefer, but either way the point stands. You're famous. Sure, you could just choose to not be famous, but-$$"

"Wait. What? How!?"

I plaster on my best 'isn't it obvious' face. "$$Obliviate the entire world so they forget about you.$$" Shrugging theatrically before tapping my chin as if in thought, I open and close my mouth twice and hold up a finger before continuing. "$$Of course you'd have to do it all at once so people couldn't go around reminding each other… and burn those pesky written records. Have you considered simply blowing up the planet? It might be easier.$$"

Harry glares at me. "You could have just said it was impossible."

I hold up a quelling finger. "$$Ah. Ah. No such animal. Anything is possible with enough power and will. At worst some things may simply be impractically expensive, often hideously so. Besides, I was just messing with you. A properly cast fidelius charm could probably do the trick. Temporarily anyway; those things are horrifically fiddly. But I actually was going to suggest you go the route that doesn't run the risk of reality itself forgetting about you. Also known as the 'suck it up, acknowledge that being famous isn't the end of the world, and take steps to manage it' method. That middle step isn't even mandatory.$$"

This idea nets me a flat stare. Being able to blame Roy for something that's actually his fault, in some small part at least, is a touch surreal. Still though, what an utterly useless man for my brother to mentally associate with fame.

"$$Yeah yeah, I know.$$" I roll my eyes at brother's expression of distaste. "$$Reporters are icky. I'm certainly not going to suggest we leave you alone in a room with Miss Skeeter, but… if you gave an interview occasionally, then The Prophet's Editor-in-Chief would a least need to weigh how many extra papers printing a malicious article about your mum would sell against how many sales he'd lose in the long run by pissing you off. I'm reasonably confident that he'd rather print an interview with you than this dreck. Even if it did manage to prove the old adage about broken clocks.$$"

Spotting an exhausted looking Hermione slowly making her way towards us, I find the inspiration I need to wrap this up as directly as I can.

"$$Try to think of your fame as being like that thing with the troll everyone talks still about. You know, the one you and your friends apparently tracked down and beat half to death with it's own club according to the Hufflepuffs? The similarities are there. It's ugly, it smells horrible, and you'd just really rather just nope right the fuck away from it, but...$$" I let myself trail off pointedly as I lean in. "$$Just like with the troll, if you don't deal with it, thensomeone else might get hurt. They may be wielding Quick-Quote-Quills instead of clubs, but are you really willing to let the writers at The Prophet attack your friends if you can stop it? I can't imagine, for instance, that it'll be very long before they notice that Hermione is, in point of fact,a girl.$$" I widen my eyes and slap my hands to my cheeks like this is some sort of shocking secret. "$$Witch Weekly will most likely have a whole series of articles on whether she's dating you, or Ron, or both published the very morning after they realize it. Articles full of nonsense quotes by girls like Pansy Parkinson.$$" I smile wanly at Harry's obvious irritation for a moment before letting my face go slack and swapping back to English as Hermione gets within hearing range. "Wait, you did notice that, right? I mean..."

"Notice what?" The girl in question asks, wheezing a slight bit and trying to regain her breath from sprinting through the halls. She sags slightly and braces herself against the wall as she reaches us and stops walking.

I plaster on a broad smile go back to resting against the wall, raising an eyebrow as I give Harry a moment to answer.

He doesn't.

I glare at him for good measure, but still get nothing. "SIGH!" I throw my hands in the air. "Come on now, Harry… that was a perfectly set up line you just missed. You were supposed to say, 'Nothing, dear. You're very pretty.'"

Harry eyes Hermione warily. "No thank you, I think I prefer living."

Hermione for her part is trying her damnedest to glare at me while blushing just the slightest bit. She manages to last a full three seconds before she snorts, looks away, and resumes trying to catch her breath. I think it's just an excuse to not look at either of us for a moment.

That settled, I tilt my head and don a politely curious expression and take the opportunity to shift topics while we wait for her to compose herself. "Miss Granger, you appear to be missing something. Where is that young red haired fellow that I usually see you with?"

"I lost him." She waves an arm without looking up. I think it was meant to be a dramatic flourish or something, but in her current state it came out more like she was swatting halfheartedly at a fly. "The Twins grabbed him and vanished behind a statue."

"Huh." I nod. "You know, I was expecting you to be the one to make my point for me. But having it be the Weasleys that demonstrated how knowledge is power wasn't how I thought you'd do it. Then again, I'm told betting against the Twins finding a creative way to cheat is never a good investment."

Hermione takes another gasping breath before looking up at us with a small frown. "...What?"

I shrug. "I was just rehashing that speech I made about the importance of making good choices now so one isn't limited in the future while we waited for you to return since apparently Harry and Ron were too busy conspiring to listen the first time. Losing track of Ron because the Twins knew something we didn't is probably the best capstone I could have asked for, honestly."

"Oh." She turns puppy dog eyes and a hopeful smile towards my brother. "So you'll come study with me?"

Harry glares at me for a moment, but nods. More importantly, he doesn't bolt when I let him drop to the floor and toss him his wand.

I'm still watching them head off to find a table when Diggory taps me on the shoulder.

He looks stressed, running his hand through his hair nervously when I turn to look at him. He does manage to offer up a somewhat brittle smile though for what it's worth. I'll call that progress.

"Yes, Diggory," I sigh. "I do realize I was speaking parseltongue earlier when I was talking with my cousin."

He just blinks at me, broadcasting genuine confusion.

"Oh… So... not that then?" Well, now that that's all he can think about and I'm out of guesses, I may as well just raise an eyebrow and wait him out.

Fortunately, it doesn't take that long. "Right... So… Do you remember when we said the more the merrier?"

"I remember when you said that, yes."

Diggory coughs, nodding his head pointedly to the side as he starts walking back into the library. "Some more people took us up on the offer."

"Of course they did." I roll my eyes and follow after him. "You said it. That alone would have brought out half the girls in-"

"Is that our entire year?"

"Almost. A few of the Slytherins didn't show up since the Gryffindors are here and vice versa. Plus the Ravenclaw Yaxley is still in the Hospital wing."

"Oh. Right." I wince, "I heard about that. She had some sort of allergic reaction during her Herbology OWL, didn't she?"

"Yeah." He glances back at the front desk. "Even still, Madam Pince is taking issue with the noise since there isn't enough room behind the line that spell you used stops sound at."

"Oh." I wave him off. "That's easily fixed."

"You know, you're taking this a lot better than I expected."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be upset? With all four houses in tight quarters, I give it ten minutes before I'm able to justify hexing someone for starting a fight in class. Oooh… or maybe I'll practice my human transfiguration? I have been meaning to brush up on that."

Waving cheerfully to Madam Pince on my way by, I start off towards the corner.

"But- Ummm…" I assume Diggory comes to terms with just accepting my brilliance, because he closes his mouth and follows along after me without finishing whatever protest he thought he was going to make. "Oh dear."

Not my novel I only uploaded it here for the purpose of listening to it on the audiobook feature.

The author is a student currently attending Notre Dame university, Screen name is Fleeceem44. He is part of a private chat group consisting of ppl whom try to combine they're favorite fanfiction novels into one while tweaking then a bit.

The credit goes to the original authors of the novels used, for this particular remix I want to give credit to 

Jacobapples who wrote the novel 'Broken reflections'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12977048/2/

ORFgrunt who wrote the novel 'Till the gates of hell'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11327757/1/Till-the-gates-of-hell

Wand description 
Lenght- 14 inches 
Wood- Yew
Core- Dragon heartstring

Visual link: https://www.yourpatchstoreonline.com/Alchemy-The-Vault-Dragon-Wand-p/ac-v31.htm

d@Xgj%F <***********@*****.org>
To: 2Lifw)r3<***********@****.com>, Ig4(3dl_d2 <***********@*******.com>
Dear Z and A,
I know you two have a lot on your plate. But I hope you find time to study this. I offered L to send him some of my sermon notes so that he can peruse it as it seems that giving him this information would be extremely beneficial for the future. But he rejected it.
He said that he would rather listen to me speak about it personally. Apparently, he wants to believe in it and given his intellectual bias, he may turn deaf ears to the lessons in my notes. He wanted to not only know of what I know but have a chance in believing and he hopes that listening to me would do far more benefit than just reading some letters. I understand his intentions. The best way to learn about something is to believe in it. So he suggested having a personal meeting. I'm wanted to conduct a Bible study but with the way things are now, I guess it will have to wait.
Z, I hope our previous discussions from so long ago, (it feels like it's been another lifetime, right?) have somehow created a foundation of belief. Perhaps what had happened to you is one of the miracles that the Almighty allowed. I firmly believe this. So I am hoping this letter would allow you to better understand what actions to take and that you could pass this information along to anyone who you think could help in this. You have been taking the right steps and I guess it would be attributed to our talks from long ago.
Anyway, here is the draft of a conference message I've prepared to give on one of our upcoming Bible Conferences. Perhaps this may give you some insight on what to do with your life and how you can be of benefit to the lives of others.
Also, that kid from Psalms 1 might also benefit from reading this. I have a feeling that he wouldn't want to attend a Bible study hosted by me because of our 'conflicting' methods.
Best regards,
Calvin Luther Eagle Senior Pastor at Grace From God Ministries
1 Attached File
A Study on Typology (I will be discussing more of this during the Bible Study and explain the key aspects in detail. Treat this study as a primer for the things to be discussed soon.)
Prophecy has always been something that people found intriguing and mystifying.
The Bible contains the most prophecies that have been accurately fulfilled in human history.
For example, the prophecy on Tyre in Ezekiel 26…
In that Prophecy, several prophetic elements that seem extremely unlikely to be fulfilled if we apply the science of probability. For the sake of time, I will only go over several key aspects of the Prophecies and will not deal with any other prophecies made against Tyre on other verses in the Bible.
I have selected five of the 'most intriguing' prophecies that were fulfilled right down to the dot and remind you, that the chapter consists of more elements that have been fulfilled.
As a background, Tyre as a city is composed of two parts. One city in the mainland, called 'Ushu' or Old Tyre, and another city built on a small island about half a mile away from the shore of Old Tyre. This city on the small island is commonly known as Tyre.
In Ezekiel 26, Tyre was supposed to be:
1.       Attacked by Nebuchadnezzar (v. 7)
2.       Attacked by "many nations" (v.3)
3.       The stone and timbers of this city would be thrown in the sea (v.12)
4.       Will be scrapped like a bare rock (v.4)
5.       The Ocean depths will rise over it (v.19)
A popular opinion regarding prophecies is that any prophecy may eventually be fulfilled as time pass by as the things that have been written may be fulfilled by chance. If Chapter 26 of Ezekiel talks about any city, with any conqueror, that is indeed true but this chapter exclusively talks about the city of Tyre.
This prophecy is not talking of any city. No, it's not the city of New Birth Forth or the City of World's Helm. It's taking about the city of Tyre.
And this city is to be attacked by Nebuchadnezzar. Not by Hitler, not by the Fire Nation, not by Team Rocket, but by Nebuchadnezzar. A specific person living in a specific time. And this city would also be attacked by many nations, its stone and timbers would be thrown in the sea and the city will be scrapped like a bare rock and that the Ocean will somehow rise over the city itself. It's interesting how specific it is.
Now, historically, the first aspect was easily fulfilled.
About a decade after the prophecy was believed to be written, Nebuchadnezzar attacked the city and we have evidence to support this historic fact. But Nebuchadnezzar was only able to conquer Old Tyre as the other city on the small island was naturally protected by the sea and Tyre had an impressive fleet of ships.
So none of the other prophecies were fulfilled. Numbers two to five on our prophecy list were not fulfilled during this attack.
Should we now mock the Bible for its inaccuracy?
Be aware, that the remaining clauses of this prophecy are almost impossible to fulfill.
Why would the city be attacked and someone would be so bored as to take the stones and timbers from the wrecked city and throw it on the ocean? Why would they do that to the point of scrapping the ruins of the city to a point that what remains will look like a bare rock? And how will the ocean rise over it?
The fulfillment of the other aspects of the prophecy occurred nearly 200 years later.
The Prophecy was written sometime on 587-586 BC, Nebuchadnezzar attacked it on 573BC, but the fulfillment of prophecy points numbers 2-5 would be on 332BC when a man who conquered nations led an army consisting of armies coming from different nations and attacked the very city of Tyre.
We know this man to be "Alexander the Great."
We know Alexander the Great would force another nation to submit and aid him in his conquest so many nations could easily be fulfilled at this point.
He led his armies and attacked Tyre, conquering Old Tyre once more. But this wasn't enough.
Tyre was arrogant and mocked Alexander for failing once more as the settlers have retreated to their city-island protected by their vast fleet of ships. Seeing as how Tyre remained safe like a turtle and having the sea as a natural barrier with a fleet of ships that even Alexander the Great could not easily destroy, Alexander and his armies came up with an ingenious plan.
A great task of building a man-made bridge from the coast of Old Tyre to New Tyre started. Alexander ordered his men to take the ruins of Old Tyre, throw it to the sea to build a bridge to which they can use to attack the city of Tyre.
In this, Prophecy points numbers 2-4 have been fulfilled. The prophecies which seem almost impossible actually happened.
Many nations came, attacked Tyre, took the ruins of the city and threw it to the ocean to make a small bridge, scrapping Old Tyre like a rock.
But what about number 5?
Well, because of the man-made bridge which supported and allowed Alexander to send his armies to attack Tyre, the topography of the island changed making the bridge leading to Tyre into a peninsula which exists to this day. Because of this change which led to a massive geographic change on the area, the location of the Old Tyre was eventually buried by sand and water ultimately, burying the location of Old Tyre underwater forever.
God sent Nebuchadnezzar and later fulfilled it some 200 years later in the person of Alexander the Great. But the last bit of prophecy would be fulfilled about a thousand years later as the coastline of Tyre changed because of the man-made bridge of Alexander.
Now you calculate the odds of this prophecy being fulfilled? What other nation, since 587 BC, was named Tyre, attacked by a Nebuchadnezzar and later by many nations, and apparently, the entire city structure is thrown to the sea, scraped like bare rock, and later sinks to the ocean? What are the odds of that happening? And remember, I haven't listed ALL the prophecies that Tyre is supposed to fulfill!
Now this may come as an intriguing historical study, but the reason I'm discussing Tyre is to formally challenge whether or not this Prophecy would have only ONE fulfillment or will it be fulfilled again? What if, the verses in the Bible may be foreshadowing something that will happen in the future.
Now, let me clarify, I honestly believe that in Ezekiel 26, most of the prophecies written there have already been fulfilled. What I'm saying, is that we open our exegesis to the possibility that it could be fulfilled again!
How would something that had literally happened be fulfilled again? To argue, I would like to point you to the study of Eschatology, or the interpretation of the End of Times. We call it the Apocalypse, the Last Days and so on. Many camps and theological schools all have different opinions and interpretations as to their fulfillment. And throughout the course of history, there have been several interpretations which the people of that time were sure of because it made sense.
During the time of Apostolic era, if you read the Book of Revelation, you would say, the anti-Christ is Rome.
Hundreds of years later, Martin Luther made the same conclusion during the Reformation period. Their study of the Word led to this conclusion.
Back in World War 2, everyone believed that the Anti-Christ was Hitler. The Jews who suffered so much would certainly think so as well.
During World War 3, everyone then blamed Graden Pouterfisx to be the Anti-Christ as it led to the further destruction of Israel.
Right now, because of the Australian Avarice, many even say that Australia is the Anti-Christ.
And for the Australian natives of today, they would say, Harker or that gamer-turned-terrorist Lowengren is the Anti-Christ. (Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised.)
Others believe, that it's the World Governing Powers, and still some point to that miraculous E-Sport Gamer, Seeker Carlean to be the Anti-Christ as he must have sold his soul to the devil to be that good in Piercing! (Z, as you noticed, I like to add current events like this as a sermon illustrations to draw attention to the younger audience. It really makes most gamers listen to my sermon if I mention famous e-sport players.)
And quite honestly, except those saying its Seeker, the rest had a valid reason to claim that this was the Anti-Christ as they displayed a shocking level of depravity, wickedness, and immorality.
Are we to assume that they were all wrong? Perhaps… Or maybe perhaps from Hitler, all the way to the Australian Avarice, they have been "Types" or signs that will simply point us to a Final Anti-Christ. Perhaps, God, in order to constantly remind us that His Word is True and indeed miraculous, has destined history, as written in the Bible to have several fulfillments, many of which are partial fulfillments or foreshadowing to a final fulfillment?
And it is in this vein, that we find ourselves in the study of Typology.
Typology is the study of signs, symbols and the interpretation of Types.
Let me take a positive example to further cement my case…
You've heard me say several times that I say Samuel in the book of 1 Samuel of a "typology" or a sign that points to Jesus. In many ways, an appropriate approach would be to read 1 Samuel with the assumption that Samuel foreshadows Jesus.
If we go to the prophecy in 1 Samuel 2, God got angry at the current High Priest, Eli, and prophesied to Eli that Eli's lineage would-be priest who wouldn't reach old age and that their line would stop serving in the altar. After that, God gave this prophecy in 1 Samuel 2:35,
"I will raise up for myself a faithful priest, who will do according to what is in my heart and mind. I will firmly establish his priestly house, and they will minister before my anointed one always."
Now the immediate assumption as to the fulfillment of this prophecy, if we follow that story, is that we would assume it to be fulfilled through the priest to Samuel. Samuel took over when Eli died, he ministered faithfully and replaced the line of Priest that served in Israel.
According to the Bible, we do not have any records of Samuel ever committing sin, and even on his death, he challenged Israel of this, to which Israel responded that they have noted no sin in Samuel's lifetime. If you think David had a magnificent title, "a man after God's own heart," consider Samuel's title. A man who will do according to God's own heart and mind.
But on the other hand, many would challenge that this verse does not refer to Samuel but to Jesus because of the clause that this priest will "minister before God's anointed ones, always." Which basically implies this priestly line will forever serve God. And only Jesus could fulfill this role.
My interpretation and I hope this congregation's interpretation and conviction, would be that this verse was fulfilled in two ways.
Samuel was the initial fulfillment and is a typology to the final fulfillment, which is Jesus.
The Bible has been doing this several times and using a certain Old Testament verse and make it a sign that eventually points to Jesus. In other words, these verses have more than one fulfillment.
A partial fulfillment of the sign in the form of Samuel, a righteous Priest who was impeccable in actions and wisdom, and later the Great High Priest that we have in Jesus.
1 Samuel also introduces David, a typology of Jesus in the areas of being a King.
But of course, this alone could not be supporting evidence for my theory in the study of Typologies. So let's take a look at another interesting and puzzling verse which shows a unique example of a typology.
We go to Hosea 11:1 and find an interesting phrase here that was used by the Gospel writer Matthew.
"Out of Egypt, I called my Son."
This is a strange verse to use because mainly, according to the context of Hosea 11:1, the son here refers to the nation Israel. Why did Matthew later use this verse to mean Jesus? We all stand with the idea that the Holy Scripture is inerrant. So why would Matthew, in the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, use this verse in its wrong context?
My answer is Typology.
Let us first analyze what's going on in Matthew.
Joseph and Mary had escaped from Bethlehem because of Herod. They lived in Egypt and waited for Herod to die. Upon Herod's death, Joseph returns to Israel and so, Matthew summarizes it in verse 15 of chapter 2, And so was fulfilled what the Lord had said through the prophet: "Out of Egypt I called my son."
Matthew quotes Hosea 11:1 and immediately assumes that this is speaking of Jesus when in actuality, the context rules that we so hardly adhere to, dictates that Hosea 11 is talking about the nation Israel!
Typology easily resolves this issue. If we are to assume that Israel has always been a typology of Jesus, a temporary sign and can have more than one fulfillment in the great passage of time, we can then easily accept this verse.
By accepting that Israel in Hosea 11, represents Jesus, we can actually see that in many ways Israel did foreshadow Jesus.
Jesus, like Israel, stays in Egypt and leaves to return to the Promised Land. Jesus, Like Israel, is sent to the wilderness to spend a passage of time connected with the number of 40. Israel spent 40 years wandering in the desert, Jesus spent 40 days in the desert.
The Gospel records that Jesus was sent to the wilderness to be tempted and tried, wasn't this the case for Israel?
And isn't it interesting, that in the famous encounter between Jesus and the Devil in that same wilderness where Israel was tested, Jesus answered the Devil quoting verses from the book of Deuteronomy?
Deuteronomy discusses most of the consequences that Israel suffered because they failed. In this Typology, Jesus acts as the perfect version of Israel. He goes out of Egypt, is tempted by the devil in the wilderness exposing Him to hunger, thirst, and the danger of being killed by wild animals.
In Israel's hunger, they complained to God, and the reluctant response of God was to send Manna from heaven, Satan uses this same strategy and tells Jesus to make stone bread, but Jesus quotes from Deuteronomy saying that man shall not live by bread alone.
Jesus fasted in that 40 days in the desert. The Israelites feasted with unlimited manna and even by sending birds which the Israelites can easily capture and eat. I can go on and on, but if you analyze the remaining challenges that Satan poised to Jesus, we find that the Israelites actually failed on all of these temptations. In fact, I would go as far to say that the temptations Jesus faced and the temptations Israel faced were roughly the same!
But it doesn't stop here, if you've read through the Bible, you will know that the moment Israel finally enters the Promised Land, you'll be reading through the Book of Joshua. And in Hebrew, the name for Joshua is Yeshua, the very same name to which we translate the Name, Jesus!
So Joshua becomes a typology, a foreshadowing that the book of Joshua will also repeat in history. We've already seen hints of that! That scene in Joshua 10 where kings in their retreat hid in caves to flee from Israel. Is this not the same vivid imagery explained in the book of Revelation which will be the scene when Jesus returns?
At this point, I argue, that perhaps in the dogmatic ways of our interpretation of Scripture, we have long set aside the possibility that if the Bible is promised to be the Word of God, Inerrant, relevant and true, then would it not be true for all ages? Is it possible to see this foreshadowing's again and again?
I will not be surprised, ladies and gentlemen, that in the near future, the very events we read in the book of Revelation will become a typology! A sign that we may soon see, in anticipation of the Second Coming!
We have long interpreted the book of Revelation and its various events to have passed! How many writers and Bible teachers have risen up to explain how World War Three fulfilled many of the verses in Revelation.
I'm not saying they're wrong. I'm saying they could be right. But in this sense, that what they explained are but typologies and these signs that may repeat itself unto final fulfillment.
So read the Book of Revelation! Read the book of Joshua! Read the Book of Daniel! Of Zacharias, of the many verses and the many books in the Bible which speaks or alludes to the coming end!
We could all come witness to various typologies of events that will have its ultimate fulfillment when Christ return. As for me, I may sound insane, but with the recent events that have been happening, I am certain now, we will bear witness to many foreshadowing's itself! Make no mistake!
Perhaps, in the coming days, chaos will be revealed. And perhaps, in the coming days, someone will rise up perhaps as another foreshadowing of Jesus who will appear in Power and Might! Perhaps, in the days to come, you will all see the Way!
Let's close in prayer…
(A and Z, I do hope this gives us a roadmap of future actions you have to take. Revisit the stories in the Old Testament. I have a feeling that one of our friends may be anticipating the revisiting and fulfillment of the prophecies in Egypt. It might take some time until the Bible study after all. So the specific plans that I have in mind to make the world believe in God  cannot be explained. For now, read and follow the Word. Oh, and if C and G are free, have them visit me here in the Americas.)


An alien race invaded the Earth on June 6, 2128. At the midst of this war, many nations allied with the alien threat and the war nearly wiped out the rebelling humans of the planet. At the edge of mankind's survival, the United Nations Army launched its forces to eliminate the immediate stellar threats that loomed over Earth.

General Seeker Carlean, commander and leader of the mission, risked and gave his life to destroy the immediate stellar threat. The battle was won though Earth lay in ruins. Perhaps mankind will live to see a few years of peace before the alien threat returns to wipe out their existence.

At the immediate aftermath of the stellar battle, the fallen Seeker Carlean awakens and finds himself at aged 17, living the peaceful life he lived 16 years before he died.

So begins a new game in the battle for humanity's survival.

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Cover art by Jayps. http://www.behance.net/Jayps

Lin Wanwan did see it before.
When she was still Lin Xiao, she got into an accident when she was trying to save a child.
Before she lost consciousness, she incidentally grabbed a leaf from the driver who was checking on her injuries.
However, the leaf was golden.
"Nope, I'm just surprised that the leaf is made out of pure silver."
She didn't want to alert anyone before making the connections between the leaves.
Xing Si didn't ask further, but his eyes were sharper than ever.
"Xing Si, how dare you use me like a bomb!"
Ruan Baoer fell pretty hard on her foot, and her right ankle was dislocated, yet she limped over and threw punches at Xing Si.
Without even looking, Xing Si dodged her attacks and lifted the angry girl by her arms. He pressed her against his legs and gave her ankle a harsh twist.
Lin Wanwan watched as Ruan Baoer suffered in pain and wondered how Xing Si was ever going to find a wife.
…
"Original Sin" was coming to an end, and Lin Wanwan was looking for something new to shoot.
At the manor, Si Han put a stack of scripts on the table before Lin Wanwan could even open her mouth.
Lin Wanwan scanned through it, and her eyes shone.
The drama was based on a famous novel. The story was rich on its own, and the horizon got even more extensive with the addition of famous writers. 
Most importantly, the director of the movie, Qi Shujie, was not only an acclaimed director in the country but also famous overseas.
Lin Wanwan was curious about one thing. "Director Qi Shujie has always been filming art films and working with older actors. Why did he decide to do a commercial film with the majority of casts being young actors?"
Si Han: "It's normal to have a change in preference."
"Alright, I'll go for the audition tomorrow."
"Yes."
After the serious talk, Lin Wanwan leaned close to Si Han. "Did you visit Fu Ya recently?"
"Do you want me to visit her?"
"No, I'm afraid that you did. Now that I think of it, you must be pretty kinky to try to rape her. Her face is terrifying even to me. I can't believe you are still interested."
Recalling the incident, Si Han's eyes became frosted.
It'd been years since he ended up as the loser.
Lin Wanwan felt the unfairness on Baoer's behalf, so she only ran off after mocking Si Han to his limit.
At 3 in the afternoon on the next day, she attended the audition for Qi Shujie's movie. It was a piece of cake for her. She won over the crowd and got the role she wanted.
Lin Wanwan becoming the female lead for Qi Shujie's new movie soon became the talk of the town.
She took on a new role before her last movie even had its closing ceremony. The netizens gave her a new nickname.
"Most hardworking actress of the year."
Hearing that brought smiles to Lin Wanwan's face. She had gotten the same nickname in her past life as Lin Xiao.
The final scenes were finished after Fu Ya got out of the hospital.
Three days after the shoot ended, "Original Sin" was aired.
Lin Wanwan dragged Lu Zhanbei to the premiere at the cinema under Global International Corporation. They quickly got a lounge even though all the tickets were sold out.
Before the movie began, Lin Wanwan asked, "Did Xing Si tell you about the attack?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a lead?"


Lin Wanwan is a pitiful mentally-disabled girl. Not only does she suffer abuse from her stepmother, her stepmother even attempts to use her as a sexual commodity to pleasure others. Eventually, the poor Wanwan dies from an overdose…

Perhaps a god or a devil had witnessed her tragic fate, but Wanwan gets a brand new chance at life—an external soul takes over her body and gains Wanwan's memories.

The resurrected Lin Xiao swears to seek revenge for Wanwan.

Having witnessed Wanwan's death and resurrection process, Tang Chen is intrigued by the changes she undergoes. When he tries to cheat Wanwan to gain possession of her, a knight descends from the sky and saves her. He allows her to seek his help thrice.

Just who is this mysterious knight?

The revived Wanwan demonstrates her astounding talent and intelligence. Not only does she leave her enemies helpless against her, but she also becomes a celebrity who sweeps through the entertainment industry. Who exactly is she?

When Wanwan interacts more with the knight, she realizes that he is actually a devil…

"From this moment forth, every inch of your body is mine. Resistance is futile."

He had descended like Satan, wantonly occupying her body and mind…

It's fine. Even if he's the devil, he would still be trampled beneath her feet.

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