Aku adalah seorang pelajar kelas 12 SMA, aku adalah seorang Introvert, teman ku pun hanya sebatas teman sekelas saja, namun sekarang aku berencana untuk berubah, aku tidak ingin menjadi seorang introvert lagi, di SMA inilah aku mulai mencoba bergaul, akupun mengikuti salah satu Organisai disekolah.

Aku pun mulai bertemu dengan seseorang yang aku sukai, aku mulai menyukainya sejak kelas 10, saat pertama kalinya kami bertemu dan disinilah kisahku dimulai.

in the vast universes (mutiverses )the natural balance has been destroyed it is unbeneficial for it s existence and will it lead to ultimate destruction that s where the ultimate destruction system s role comes to reinstate the balance between rebirth and destruction life and death good and evil.     note :both MC and system are evil psychos and well hmmm lunatics (in a figurative way) also MC is quite op

"Do you know why writers are both sad and happy?" 

He looked straight into my soul for a moment and shooked his head. He couldn't stand looking at my eyes for too long. He tanned. Has he been swimming? 

"No.. why?" 

"Because we think of so many possibilities a normal person couldn't. We never ran out of things to love. We love so much that it flutters our hearts, thus the reason for writing." I smiled to the depths of my emotion. Looking nowhere.

"And? How about the sad part?"

His deep baritone voice is echoing in my brain every now and then. It hunts me every night in a beautiful way possible. Once, I thought that being ironically different from others is out of my league but just as I thought it is, it's not. It's like a contrast, a perfect contrast of dark and light. The idea of yin and yang, old and new. Being perfectly imperfect. It's like a beautiful canvass with a perfect painting but has unknown meaning. It's him, my irony. 

"Well the sad part is, we love so much. We think of so many possibilities that it flutters our hearts." 

His thick brows furrowed. I smiled. He always do that when he's frustrated and that's what I intend to do. Frustrate him. I chuckled inside and mentally noted how to really chuckle inside my brain. 

"But isn't that still the happy part? You just repeated it. Niloloko mo ata ako eh.." I observe his pattern of speaking. The way he moves his plum lips. I looked into his deep set of eyes. What an art. 

I shrugged my shoulders, smiled at yumuko. 

"Who knows, what happy and sad really means. We can be happy that we're writing something but we are partly sad because sadness made us write the happy part. Happiness will always be your medium and sadness will be your channel." I rested my chin on my knees. "When I said that 'we love so much and we think of so many possibilities that it flutters our hearts', didn't you realized that the love part can be unrequited?" I saw him stiffened over the last part I said. There you go, you got it.  

"We are happy that we pour out so much emotions especially love but we are sad because we pour out so many emotions....to a person who'll never reciprocate it. It's either you'll break apart or you'll feel complete. It's a beautiful destruction, a disaster the one writer's  couldn't live without. The feeling of love always stands out and yet it's uncontrollable. Both sad and happy. Both holds the strongest feeling you could ever have. Very confusing.." 

"Just like you?" Aniya. 

"Yes, just like me. Confusing.." I said as I was summoned to oblivion. 

I smiled, as I dreamed the way he looked at my soul. The way he is confused with brows furrowed. The way he move his mouth when he speak of something he is confused of. His mysterious set of deep eyes that Windows his soul. For a moment I thought, he's in love with me too. I smiled sadly.. 

Who would even fall in love with a figurative and literal blind writer.. maybe be would, maybe he was about to but not anymore. Not ever..

These staff officers were characters who were developed in their brains but not their bodies. Furthermore, the opponent was currently someone from the special forces. This fatty, who initially had an expression of consideration and honesty and gave off an appearance of someone who was seemingly easy to bully, had suddenly changed so drastically. Ke Lun had been knocked over by him immediately without having the chance to retaliate; he became sluggish, thinking that this fatty was playing with his feelings.
Tian Xing Jian waved the document in his left hand before placing it on the table in front of Ke Lun as he sneered, “Even though I say it’s trash, you don’t believe. If we were to execute based on this plan of yours, do you know how many people in the front lines would die? Seeing your defense map, you ignored the flanks of the enemy by placing the majority of the soldiers at Point R. Others could simply outflank this group of soldiers, surrounding it before gobbling them up. Do you think that fighting a war is a competition between who has more soldiers?”
Wetting his finger with his saliva, Tian Xing Jian flipped over a few pages before pointing at a certain set of data. “Do you think that a ground-based aviation soldier is someone who can do everything? You think they don’t need to eat or sleep? You dare to place an Aviation Battalion with only an average of an hour of flying time against an opponent who had flown more than 1200 times? Are you an idiot or what? Just by assigning the armored military to the western location, do you really think that is enough to defend against an all-encompassing attack from the reorganized enemy’s military at points E to H when their air forces are dispatched?”
Letting go of Ke Lun, Fatty threw the documents in his hand before sneering, “You better wake up and look through this carefully. Right now, what’s happening on the battlefields isn’t a set of parallel battle lines—but a set of intertwined battle lines! There are enemies amongst us, and there are also our soldiers amongst the enemies. Even if it is a set of parallel battle lines, the depth of our battle lines would be destroyed by you. Without having two Armored Regiments prepared as reinforcements, you want to defend for three hours against an all encompassing penetration attack by the enemy? Are you dreaming? How old are you now to calculate only with your own abacus? [1]”
Ke Lun angrily retorted, “You are spouting nonsense! If we don’t place the military power at Point R, we will never be able to defend against the direct assault from the enemy. We still have a fully mechanized infantry regiment over on the flank, and they are stationed on a high ground, so how could the enemy charge in with just a single assault?”
The major standing behind him woke out from his stupor before mocking, “A first lieutenant who is responsible for merely looking at the deduction calculated by the computer dares to teach a high-flyer of the capital’s military institute? This world feels truly inverted to me!”
At this moment, the director of the 6th Research Unit came over. Seeing this state where swords were drawn and bows were bent [2], he immediately hurried over to help resolve the dispute. He laughed before saying to Ke Lun and his staff officers, “If there’s anything, let’s discuss this with words. First Lieutenant Tian has just arrived recently, and so there are many things which he isn’t familiar with. I hope everyone will pardon him for his mistakes.”
Several staff officers from the 6th Research Unit had also helped him speak some good words. Ke Lun’s expression became calmer from their placating words, though that major was unwilling to forgive as he shouted out, “What exactly is happening with your 6th Research Unit? Was it not enough for a traitor to have come from your unit? And now you even have a first lieutenant who dares to say our plan is trash and doesn’t admit his mistakes before hitting us! Now that everything is over, you want us to pardon him for his actions, pardoning all you jackals who came from the same tribe and are currently colluding together?!”
After his words came out, everyone’s expression immediately changed. Even though the current director of the 6th Research Unit had been bullied from the left and right because of his predecessor, everyone were still ultimately colleagues. There had not been a case of such direct arguments despite all the hate happening behind everyone’s back.
Immediately, the entire place was filled with uproars. The staff officers of the 6th Research Unit had suffered enough hate from the rest, so how could they withstand it at this juncture after being directly scolded by someone else? Everyone felt indignant at this injustice.
Pater might have been assigned over from another unit, but he was still the current acting director of the 6th Research Unit. Being scolded so directly by someone would still make this extremely amiable person feel angry. He coldly questioned him, “Then, how should this matter come to a close from your perspective?”
That major knew that he had committed a mistake the moment he finished speaking, but he was long used to looking down on the people from the 6th Research Unit. If he were to move back, then it would be a strong start with a weak finish. Firming up his heart, he took on a tough line, “Ask that fatty to kowtow to us and admit his mistake, and ask the 6th Research Unit to publicly apologize to us!”
The place instantly went into an uproar!
Pater sneered, “What if it’s really a problem with your plans?”
That major was startled as he looked over at Ke Lun. Being a high-flyer of the capital’s military institute, Ke Lun, who expected himself to have a meteoric rise to the top, had complete confidence in himself. He would naturally not believe the criticism of his plan by a first lieutenant. He resolutely said, “Impossible!”
Naturally, the major would follow Ke Lun’s decision. The moment he heard it, he immediately replied, “If our plans truly had a problem, then we’ll kowtow and admit our mistake. The 2nd Research Unit will also take another route whenever we see someone from the 6th Research Unit!”
Tian Xing Jian, who had always been observing from the side with an expression of ridicule, could not help but laugh, “What is your position within the 2nd Research Unit? Can you represent all the people from the 2nd Research Unit?”
That major was stunned. He knew that he had spoken too outrageously and did not know what to say for a moment. Turning embarrassment into indignance, he replied, “You don’t have to care about this! Just know that your head is set to roll [3] !”
This major was rude and unreasonable, and the people from the 6th Research Unit had long been unable to hold themselves back. They immediately lashed out, bringing out all the repressed anger within them with several of the more rash staff officers rolling up their sleeves in preparation to hit someone.
The staff officers who came with Ke Lun from the 2nd Research Unit did not want to be outdone. Since their reputation had been long torn apart, everyone could not care less anymore. The 6th Research Unit was originally not highly regarded by the others, and thus these staff officers knew that other research units would definitely stand on their side. Even if today’s matter became huge, those who would suffer would only be those from the 6th Research Unit.
Seeing this group of people that were about to start fighting with each other, the director of the 2nd Research Unit, Compton, rushed over. This colonel who had brought Fatty into the combat planning department huffed and puffed as he stood in between the two groups before asking, “What are you all doing!? Nobody move right now!”
Seeing the director coming over, the people from the 2nd Research Unit  became calm. Only that major felt unwilling to let this down as he spoke in an eccentric manner, “Director, there is a first lieutenant from somebody’s 6th Research Unit who dares to bully others from our unit.”
Who would have thought that the moment Compton’s breath started becoming even, he jumped up and was the person to scold back, “So what if he is a first lieutenant? This first lieutenant is much more formidable than all of you! All of you are people who just eat plain rice [4], and instead of thinking of a good plan during the day, you come running over to the 6th Research Unit to stir up trouble? All of you, go back to your office at this instant!”
The major had been chewed out by Compton in front of everyone; he was scolded to the point where his ears turned red. He was about to mumble in retreat, but Ke Lun grabbed onto him.
Ke Lun said, “Director, you shouldn’t blame this matter on him. It was me who asked all of them to accompany me over. This first lieutenant has calculated the data of my plan incorrectly.”
Compton angrily retorted, “Even if it’s a mistake, do you think you can just come to their doors and look for a fight?” Glancing towards the unperturbed Tian Xing Jian, he continued speaking to Ke Lun, “First Lieutenant Tian is someone who came to this position under my personal orders. Instead of pondering over your own importance, you came over without a diamond drill and still dare to retort against the words of an artisan [5]?”
That major was an idiot; he did not understand what the figurative meaning of Compton’s words. Instead, he said with disdain, “He is just a first lieutenant, so how mystical can his words be when it’s simply based on the deduction done within the 6th Research Unit?”
Compton felt his head becoming bigger. He felt like giving this idiot a resolute beating and hanging him on the tree under the sun for three days and two nights before cleaning up the urine in his brain by evaporation.
For a moment, Compton fell into a dilemma. The forward command needed to keep to their words—keeping the work of Tian Xing Jian that turned him into a genius in deduction a secret. Yet, the people from the 2nd Research Unit were unwilling to admit their mistakes. It was tradition for the higher-ups to shield their own people. If instead of doing that, he decided to develop someone’s ambition, then in the future, who would be willing to be under this leader’s command?
 
[1] Calculating and planning based on one’s thinking alone without taking into account other factors.
[2] All-out hostility.
[3] Figurative meaning.
[4] Free-loader.
[5] Competing with someone without even having an understanding of one’s own abilities.
 

In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.

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Wu Zhu was a strange and mysterious person. In Fan Xian’s eyes, Uncle Wu Zhu’s life had been very lonely. For thirty-something years, he never had a companion or anyone to talk to. To this day, some inhabitants of Danzhou still thought Wu Zhu was not only blind, but deaf too.
Forever wearing that black strip of cloth over his eyes, Wu Zhu made Fan Xian wonder if there was some unsightly scar behind the blindfold.
Fei Jie called him "Master Wu", an obvious sign that Uncle Wu Zhu had once took part in the capital’s official circles. However, he did not act like a government official in the slightest. Rather, he was like a sage who did not partake in earthly matters.
Thinking about this, Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu, who by this point had returned to a state of silence and continued to "gaze" at the sunset. He basked in the red rays, his blindfold reflecting a fiery color.
Suddenly, Fan Xian had a scary thought. After pondering for a while, he asked: "Uncle, you keep blanking out at the scenery; did you come down from the heavens?"
At this point, Fan Xian had already fully accepted things like neigong, and even started to believe in the existence of a heavenly figure. Even so, if his friend for over ten years were to suddenly turn into some divine sage who descended from the clouds, Fan Xian would not be able to accept this—especially if he were to include to another world. Fan Xian would only end up being scared senseless and fall down.
Wu Zhu shook his head: "I am merely almost remembering the past, when the Lady and I ventured out."
"You sure you and my mom aren’t sages?"
"Are there any supernatural beings in the world?"
"Isn’t there a temple?"
"Who said supernatural beings lived in temples?"
"Uncle, are you remembering some events?"
"No, I merely forgot some things, some unimportant things."
...
...
Wu Zhu stood up and gave an almost-unnoticeable nod towards the sea, as if saying farewell to an unknown place. He then said lightly: "Let’s go back. I can tell you some of those things now." 
Fan Xian smiled. Wu hadn’t forgotten the promise that, once he turned sixteen, he would be told certain things about his mother.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, Fan Xian took in a breath of air. Zhenqi slowly began circulating inside his body. His entire form held on to the cliff. The zhenqi traveled to his palms through the meridians, coming out as film thinner than a strand of silk before returning to his body through the edges of his hands. His hands had miraculously provided the zhenqi with surfaces of contact—because zhenqi is shapeless, it could form a perfect seal along the edge of Fan Xian’s palms.
His hands sticking to the slick rocks, Fan Xian secured himself using the adhering force of his zhenqi. By releasing his zhenqi, he could unstick and reposition his hands. Using this method, Fan Xian began to climb down from the cliff with relative ease.
He looked like Spider-Man.
An ordinary martial artist, regardless of how much zhenqi he had, would never accomplish this. Fan Xian could do it due to his unusual training and body, and also his unique way of thinking.
In this world, every martial artist only cared about "substance" and "potential". 
"Substance," of course, referred to how much zhenqi a person had, and "potential" could only be described in the figurative sense, meaning something akin to realms. Studying other crafts had never been the focus of the strong.
Wu Zhu saw substance and potential… merely as ways to describe the quantity and quality of zhenqi and the mastery of its control. After teaching Fan Xian for over ten years, his pupil stayed somewhere between level three and level seven, making almost no progress in the past four years.
The general trend among the strong martial artists was to use their zhenqi like a one-time tool or weapon, releasing all of it at once like water to attack their opponents. Once released, they had no intention of restoring it. They exhausted their zhenqi after every major battle, though they could still recover by meditating.
They could hardly be blamed for adopting such a philosophy. After all, once zhenqi leaves the body, it would be insane to even think about taking it back.
But Fan Xian thought otherwise. The circulatory path of his zhenqi was already different from other people’s to begin with. It entered from his back through the xueshan, meaning he had an opening there which formed a circuit with the yuanqi from nature. For that reason, his sense of zhenqi was much sharper.
On top of that… Fan Xian was often bored and very stingy… so he kept on releasing his zhenqi and then taking it back.
He toiled with this experiment for three years, and he could now finally release his zhenqi within one-tenth of an inch away from his palm and reclaim it.
Such a short distance made it completely unsuited for attacking an enemy, causing Fan Xian to sadly admit that he wasted three years on something useless.
A useless trick it may be, but Fan Xian still thought of a way to make use of it. Once every three days he would scale the cliffs by the sea, not an easy task by any means. In a stroke of genius, he started to use the skill for climbing.
Perhaps this was his greatest advantage over other people of this world, that being his way of thinking which was unlimited by time. He had no preconceived notions, and everything was new and possible to him.
Like a fish swimming through the water, Fan Xian made his way down the cliff. 
Looking up, Wu Zhu had already become a small speck. Fan Xian smiled; he wasn’t in a hurry. Besides, he enjoyed watching Wu Zhu descend the mountain.
Wu Zhu took a step forward, as if there was solid ground in front of him.
His foot suspended in midair, Wu Zhu fell. Every thirty feet, he would leisurely reach out a hand and gently press against the cliff, slowing his descent. After doing this  around ten times, Wu Zhu stood emotionless at the bottom of the cliff.
Wu Zhu had made it look easy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Direction, angle, amount of force, and even the sea wind needed to be calculated meticulously. There wasn’t even the slightest room for error. Such strong and precise level of judgement could only belong to one of the strongest in the world.
Considering Wu Zhu was blind, the descriptor "one of" could be removed.
Although he had seen it countless times, Fan Xian couldn’t help but admire him: 
"So cool."


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

The fourth day of combat was a real testament to how long Baron's side would be able to hold out against this massive enemy of theirs. Reason being that unlike the previous days, their foes chose to launch their first all-out attack. Normally, Roxi would have to go through meticulous calculations to predict where their enemies were likely to send their units so that the deepstrikes would be able to hit accurately. However, now that the enemy was rushing them with such numbers and ferocity, this cut down her work significantly which allowed the deepstrikes to shine throughout the entire first part of the battle.

Even with the deepstrikes being so effective, soon the frontlines of each side were going at each other with malicious intent. Not only were the enemy forces fighting better than before, but it seemed like they also finally brought their fighters this time around. On previous days, there were almost none to be seen, as was the reason why Baron's side was able to inflict such heavy casualties on the enemy. Now that both sides had brought out their numerous fighters, it would be a much closer fight now.

What was a pleasant surprise was that the army of Ke was almost fighting together as a real professional army should. The small party that they held as well as the other gestures by the commanders allowed the two separate armies to finally be bridged as one. This allowed Ke, Qi Ji Guang, and Guan Yu to be able to fight on the front lines without worrying about the state of their flank. Their position was still the one that was the most targeted, meaning that the enemy was focusing more of their efforts there. As a result, Ke's battlefield was home to the most ferocious and bloody battles of the fourth day, but even with such horrendous casualties, the regular soldiers continued to fight forth as one army and were able to push back the all-out assault on their position for the day.

By the end of the day, all three battlefields would see many deaths, but it would be Ke's soldiers that would have the highest morale despite losing the most amount of men. There was a myriad of reasons why, but the main one was that Ke and his subordinates would be hosting another small party including all of the soldiers as they had done the previous night. This was promised to those who survived the day. It worked brilliantly. While Baron and Zhang Da Zhi's men were mourning the loss of the friends and allies and generally being all in a dreadful mood, Ke's men were in a rather lively mood.

Such a thing was not really sustainable long term, in fact, there were only so many days of food left before they would begin to starve. With no way to get resupplied, they had to make sure every speck of food counted. Although the "parties" that Ke's men had were able to lift the mood, it was still a foolish plan long term. The thing was, all of that went out the door the moment their enemies decided to have all of their forces march forward. Going by Baron's estimate for his own stores of food, he and his men had 3 more weeks of food left before they would run out if they rationed carefully. It was likely that the other two armies were in the same boat, but Ke was using up his stores faster with the celebrations.

The fifth day was nearly a repeat of the last with very minor changes. Somehow, the enemy forces seemed to be even harder to fight than they were yesterday. It wasn't that there were more people to fight, nor was it that the enemy of frontline strategist fighter higher, maybe it had something to do with a change in pace with the enemy generals. Who knows. At the end of the day, Baron, Zhang Da Zhi, and Ke held firm and were able to fight until the enemy forces were recalled at sunset. What was interesting now was that Ke's men were on an absolute figurative high from all of their fighting. All of the death that they had witnessed seemed to be negated with the thought of having another party with their superiors and surviving friends. They had managed to push their enemies further than any of Baron and Zhang Da Zhi's men whereas a few days ago they had been struggling immensely. This point did not escape the attention of Baron and Zhang Da Zhi, so the three of them held a small meeting to discuss the matter.

(BM) "Ke, what you are doing with your soldiers is risky, have you counted the days left of how sustainable this will be?" Baron asked with curiosity.

(CK) "Honestly, I have. I assume that if I were to lose 5,000 soldiers a day average, I will be able to last for another 2 weeks." Commander Ke responded.

(ZDZ) "I admire you for doing something that can backfire on you so easily, but you must know that if you fall before the rest of us do, that's on you." Zhang Da Zhi said in a serious tone.

(CK) "I have been thinking about it and I honestly think that it's still not even the all-stars that are fighting us at the moment. If it were, we would have long lost. They are still taking us too lightly."

(BM) "No way."

(ZDZ) "What?"

(BM) "Could they still be taking this as an opportunity to test their strategists against us?"

(ZDZ) "If that were true, then they seriously don't think too highly of us."

(CK) "Indeed."

(BM) "These guys… Whatever. Look. keep your parties to a minimum, Ke, it is better to be prepared than willy nilly waste it on something that could be saved for later."

(CK) "Fine, fine, I'll limit it to once every few days. I think that you two should do this as well, there is no doubt that my soldiers have the highest morale on either side of the battle."

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Synopsis 1: What if military minds from every civilization came together and fought for supremacy using weapons ancient, modern and futuristic?

Synopsis 2: Cultivation inspired world, but with guns and tanks.

Synopsis 3: The only concept more thought about than what will happen during our lifetime is what will happen in the next lifetime. Turns out, the so-called afterlife is nothing more than being transported to a place where your greatest characteristics will be able to shine. Unfortunately, so is everyone that has ever existed and everyone that ever will. This new life, for most, is not a mercy. Instead, only those who have clawed their way to the top could ever hope to live peacefully.

For Baron Magellan, he reincarnates into the planet of the military strategists where he has to compete with countless generations of strategists, pirates, rebel leaders, etc. Ranging from Napolean to Subutai, to Bai Qi, to Alexander the Great. There are no shortages of battles and ruthlessness. There have been no recorded deaths on this planet and some inhabitants have lived for over 10,000 years. Every millenia, there is a tournament that pits the best of the best against each other. The winner gets whatever they wish.

Most everyone on this planet are divided by countries such as Greece, China, the United States of America, and Egpyt. However, there is one mystery that is on everyone's minds. Who are these people from the community of Jordsand? This community has won the once in a 1,000 years tournament every single time.
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Moreover, Su Luo's space wasn't small either!

Although Apothecaries are rare, weighed against the almost extinct space mages, how could they even compare?

If the matter of a space mage appearing was to spread, in all likelihood, wouldn't the entire continent be stirred up by this?

Unbelievable! Er Huang really couldn't have imagined it. This vile girl was actually a space mage. Originally, she wanted to kill Su Luo but now she couldn't. She believed that the Young Mistress would be overjoyed to give this slut to the Venerable Master as an offering. After they had placed Su Luo's mind under their control, she could only helplessly throw her life away in service to the Jade Lake Palace!

The more Er Huang thought about it, the more she gleeful she became. Her smile had a sinister measuring look as she step by step walked towards Su Luo. Her hand swung the long sword, aiming its sharp tip straight at Su Luo. "Little slut, let's see where you can run to now."

Su Luo's thoughts were indeed currently suppressed to the point that she felt she was about to die.

During the five thousand kilometer Long March (1), she had overcome so much and walked so long (2). Just when she saw the end of the road, at this final juncture, she was intercepted by the enemy forces.

This was truly the story of the praying mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the Black-Naped Oriole bird behind. Moreover, she was the unfortunate hateful praying mantis.

Nangong Liuyun had exhorted and warned Su Luo a great number of times before to be cautious and prudent. She must not let the matter of her being a space mage be revealed. Otherwise, her life would be in constant danger.

Now, Su Luo's greatest hidden trump card had been discovered by the Jade Lake fairy's maid…if this was to leak out….

Su Luo's eyes narrowed slightly. A homicidal determination to obliterate all evidence of her unwitting disclosure appeared in Su Luo's heart.

However, her expression remained calm and collected. Icy rays from the depths of Su Luo's eyes shot a quick glance at Er Huang. "What if I don't go with you?"

"Do you really think you have the leeway to choose?" Er Huang condescendingly said while casting disparaging glances at Su Luo.

Er Huang's current situation was like the Venerable Queen up high while Su Luo was merely a ant that she could easily trample on. Su Luo was just a lowly ant that completely lacked the strength to fight back.

But, when Er Huang's vision landed on Nen Lu's body that was on the ground with eyes full of unresolved resentment staring sightlessly in death, a trace of shock passed through her eyes.

Nen Lu had actually been killed?

She and Nen Lu had grown up together. They had practiced martial arts together, so Er Huang was very familiar with Nen Lu's martial arts abilities and knew it was on par with hers. Never in a million years could she have imagined that Nen Lu would die under the hands of the good-for-nothing Su Luo.


Nen Lu really had died with unresolved grievances.

"Looks like I really underestimated you, slut." Er Huang cast sidelong glances at Su Luo, gnashing her teeth as her rage burst forth.

Er Huang was itching to finish off Su Luo with one sword strike. Regrettably, she could not kill Su Luo now. Su Luo was this continent's almost extinct space mage. Furthermore, she was also a space mage that did not have any power to protect herself.

Er Huang secretly speculated that if she was to take Su Luo to an auction house and sell her, on the basis of this little slut's innate gift and appearance, shouldn't she be able to sell for an unpresented sky-high price?

It would indeed be a fortune that could tempt a person's heart.

Su Luo examined Er Huang's constantly changing sinister expressions and also turned her head to look at the corpse of the fallen Nen Lu. A bitter look appeared in Su Luo's eyes.

Her secret having been discovered was disastrous. Due to this, Er Huang would certainly increase her vigilance. Su Luo's small tricks from before could not be used again.

With a bitter smile on her face, Su Luo raised both of her hands in surrender. Er Huang had learned a lesson from Nen Lu's mistake and as a result had become very cautious.

Er Huang took out a dark red blood-colored rope and tied both of Su Luo's hands behind her back. Er Huang had bound Su Luo so tightly that the joint looked seamless.

"Behave. Don't even think about escaping!" Er Huang warned with a stern voice.

Su Luo only made a slight movement. When Er Huang's icy-cold long sword sliced at her neck, a thin thread of blood slowly seeped out of the cut.

Su Luo knew that if she resisted, on account of having killed two of the opponent's sister-in-arms, Er Huang would probably without a second thought either break or cut off her arms and legs.

1) Five thousand kilometer Long March written in Chinese was ten thousand Li (2 Li = 1 kilometer) – This is a reference to the historical one made by the eventual communist leader Ma Zedong in October of 1934. Before World War II, China had a civil war/internal struggle for power between the Chinese National Party led by Chiang Kai-Shek and the Chinese Red Army of the Communist Party. Chiang Kai-Shek was about to eliminate the red army at Jiang Xi when Ma Zedong and Zhou Enlai led the long march to escape the encirclement. The march was a bitter one that lasted a year with only 10% of the original troops surviving till the end.

2) The Chinese characters stated twenty five thousand Li = 125,000 kilometers; I took the figurative meaning here because the Long March was only 9000 kilometers.

She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

He, Jin Empire’s imperial highness, was an emotionless overbearing demonic tyrant with unrivaled talent.

Everyone knew that she was idiotic and good-for-nothing and bullied her as they pleased. But only he, the overbearing tyrant with the discerning eye, wouldn’t let go of her even if his life depended on it.

For the time being, let’s just see how the stubborn versus stubborn clash and play out in this good show of the chaser and the chased. 
T/N 
i'm sorry in advance but i'll be having slow updates in this period because I have exams 
also this is my first time writing a novel or more accurately translating one so please bear with me in the first chapters if you have advice or new ideas that I can include in this book please write the in the comments

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