Do not vote or add to library !!

First, I want to say sorry to you who had already voted and add this novel, but I will not continue as it is totally a mistake because of my big and stupid curiousity back then when I first just installed the Webnovel. Actually I don't think there will be people who still find this novel as I never touch it, and I thought it will be drowned by those new novel, and I also don't think that I will get notification regarding this "mistake" (that makes me feel guilty). I have search how to delete "novel" in Webnovel before, but i found that I can not delete it, I also have tried to email the Webnovel last year, but I got no respond. So I have already report this novel myself and try to ask the Webnovel to delete this.
Thank you

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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The first page was the title page, empty and white as snow, with only these eight words written in dark ink. They were abnormally vivid, such that anyone who opened this book would not be able to miss them.

If a normal person were to open this book, they would assuredly begin to carefully consider what sort of meaning was hidden in these words. Then, with an understanding of these eight words, they would continue to read. But Chen Changsheng was different from the rest. He did not turn to the next page, instead standing up and walking to the bookshelves, seeking out several other books on Purification. After quickly flipping through them, he realized that the title pages of all these books also contained these eight words. After this, he sat back down and placed all of his mind on the pages of the book, forgetting everything else.

The words of On Purification were very simple. As he attentively read it, it didn't take long before he had finished reading the first chapter. This chapter was concerned with how one should nurture their spiritual sense. He did not stop here to think or to try, but continued reading. The following chapters were also gradually noted down in his mind. The primary topics of these chapters were how to nurture the spiritual sense, search for one's Fated Star, and how to draw starlight into the body.

He needed only one hour to finish reading it. He then closed the books, closed his eyes, and began to think.

After a dozen or so breaths, he opened his eyes, opened the book once more, and began to read.

He needed even less time to finish than the first. In the time needed for several incense sticks to burn, he had finished reading.

He then once more closed his eyes to contemplate the contents of the books.

After a few breaths of time, he opened his eyes and began to read once more.

As he repeated this procedure, the sunlight spilling in from the window was as fierce as ever.

He closed On Purification for the last time and opened it no more.

He took out a brush and ink and, without opening the book, began to record from the memories in his mind his thoughts from his readings.

It didn't take long before the paper was densely covered in words.

The instant he placed the brush on the inkstone, all the contents of On Purification were remembered in his mind like they had been carved in stone.

Crucially, this was not rote memorization, but true understanding.

This was Chen Changsheng's reading method.

This method was very special, the precious treasure he and Senior Yu Ren had obtained after ten-odd bitter years of reading books. Although the old temple of Xining Village did not seem very remarkable, the books contained within were as boundless as the sea. If one wanted to memorize so many books in the shortest time possible, one naturally required a very special ability.

With this reading method, one did not need to read a book until it was on the verge of falling apart—in reality, the vast majority of the books in Xining Village's old temple were like new, but the contents of these books had all been completely memorized by the two.

The most important phase of this method was the final step of notetaking. Whether these notes were taken down on paper or remembered in the mind, these notes were the final sorting and confirmation for the entire session of reading, and it was only after completing this step that the reader could say that they had taken all the contents of a book and made it into their own knowledge.

To finish reading On Purification and close the book was naturally not an end. Learning and constant review could be done in the mind and in notebooks, but what was the goal of reading and study? It was practice, and his goal in reading On Purification was so that he could succeed in Purification and begin to cultivate.

The first step of Purification was to condense one's spiritual sense. The spiritual sense was a human's mental strength. To explain it in more everyday terms, it was 'thought'. As long as the idea one thought was intense enough, if one concentrated enough, thoughts could transform into a sort of strength.

It did not sound difficult, as if one only needed to do the utmost to crease their brows into mountain valleys and then be able to freely travel across the magnificent mountains and rivers of their imagination, but the fact was that it wasn't this easy at all. This was because whether or not one could form a spiritual sense was completely dependent on the strength of one's soul. The strength of one's soul was purely a matter of innate talent, nothing to do with effort. No matter how much an ordinary person worked, could his soul be stronger than the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix?

Chen Changsheng had prepared for cultivation for many years. To be more precise, from the moment that peculiarity with his body appeared at the age of ten, he had been silently waiting for that day to come. He knew that there was a problem with his meridians, the illness his master said he had: his nine meridians were severed and could not connect, so his soul could not circulate through his body and could only be forced out with his sweat. Although after the age of ten, his master had used medicines to suppress his illness, preventing the continued loss of his soul's essence, it was still a problem. Otherwise, why would that black Sensory Stone in the Heavenly Dao Academy's assessment have failed to sense the slightest spiritual sense in his body?

If the soul was not strong enough, how could one condense the spiritual sense?

Without spiritual sense, how could there be dispersion?

This first step of Purification—how should he take it?

He did not feel disappointment like those other people who found out that they had no hope of cultivating, let alone despair.

He firmly believed that countless years ago, there must have been countless incredibly intelligent people that had resolved this problem, because there were many people like him. In the books of the Daoist Canon, he had read accounts of how these disappointed people would find some genius method and thus become peerless experts, like Wang Zhice for example. However, he was not prepared to work in this way because he had never found a case in the Daoist Canon similar to the problem with his meridians. Even his master had said that it could not be treated, that it was just fate. He did not have the surplus time to struggle with fate, nor did he believe that he could think of a new and genius method in such a short amount of time. He enjoyed moving with the current, and he believed that if he followed existing methods, he would also be able to condense his spiritual sense. No one believed more than him in the knowledge of his forebears.

"Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning."

All books related to Purification had these eight striking words. It was very obvious that these eight words were the most important part of Purification, and also the part that his predecessors wished to communicate to those that followed. But which book should he read?

Chen Changsheng looked at the dense directory on the back cover of On Purification, gazing at those sometimes fair and honest, sometimes unconventional book titles. He shook his head, somewhat surprised that after coming to the capital, he would still have to continue the life he had lived in Xining Village.

If this was a place like the Heavenly Dao Academy or Star Seizer Academy, if students needed to break through the bottleneck of Purification, a teacher would naturally tell them that the most crucial part of Purification was reading a large amount of related books, thus strengthening the soul and reaching the goal of condensing the spiritual sense in one stroke.

On Purification merely provided the general principles. What one truly needed to study was the forty-nine books listed on the back cover.

Of course, this did not at all mean that all students needed to read every one of these forty-nine books one hundred times before their soul reached a level at which they could condense the spiritual sense. In the vast majority of cases, in the process of reading, the reader's spiritual sense would be condensed and they could stop this process.

This process was not one in which the earlier one finished, the better it was. If one needed to only read one book ten times and be able to successfully condense spiritual sense, that person would presumably be the cultivator with the weakest spiritual sense in history. On the contrary, the more books one read and the more times one read them, the stronger the soul would become, yet it would still be unable to break through that thin layer of paper. When the spiritual sense was finally condensed, only this sort of spiritual sense could truly be called powerful.

If someone could read all forty-nine books on the back cover of On Purification one hundred times before finally condensing their spiritual sense, then when they drew starlight into their bodies to undergo Purification, they had a chance of reaching the level of perfection. But this sort of situation was incredibly rare. Other than those lucky enough to be born with incredible innate talent, it was basically impossible.

This was a very stimulating process. As time passed, as the number of books and the number of times one read them gradually increased, one could anticipate becoming a genius with a powerful spiritual sense, but there was also a high chance that one could ultimately fail at condensing the spiritual sense and be resigned to the life of an ordinary person.

Hope and disappointment would continuously increase over this process, ultimately becoming a gamble of epic proportions. No one knew the result of this gamble. Only after reading those books, one hundred times each, would the result appear on its own.

Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning.

This was its meaning.

...

...

After reading On Purification once, Chen Changsheng did not feel any change in his body, did not sense his soul, so he naturally could not sense his spiritual sense either. He did not begin to immediately read the books listed on the back cover, but instead began to calculate.

He believed that his reading efficiency was higher than an ordinary person's, so perhaps he might not really need to read each book one hundred times, perhaps twenty to thirty times might be enough. There were forty-nine books in total on the back cover, so calculating with his average reading efficiency, for the very first round, he could only finish reading seven books, seven days to finish reading all of them once. Even if he gradually got faster with time, to completely read all these books would at least take half a year. Did he have half a year? No, so what should he do? This was the first time he felt rather vexed ever since coming to the capital.

If other people were to learn that he was feeling vexed, they would definitely be feeling something different. This was because in his calculations, it was very obvious that he only intended to condense his spiritual sense after reading all forty-nine books—if he could condense his spiritual sense, that is. In other words, from beginning to end, even if subconsciously, he was truthfully placing himself on the same level as geniuses, or even higher.

It was no wonder Tang Thirty-Six thought him very arrogant on their first meeting. He looked reticent, cautious and courteous, but in reality, in many aspects, he was inexplicably confident, making people feel that he was extremely arrogant.

...

...

As he was thinking, he was suddenly caressed by a breeze and a shadow fell, covering the words on the back cover.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and saw a pretty girl sneering at him.

At the moment, he was sitting on the floor, so this girl was naturally somewhat looking down on him from up high.

This girl was precisely Shuang'er of the Divine General of the East's estate. She looked at the books concerning Purification next to Chen Changsheng and knew what he planned to do. She jeered, "To begin Purification at the age of fourteen, you don't think you're somewhat late?"

Chen Changsheng seriously replied, "Seeking the Dao can come early or late. The early might arrive late, the late might arrive early."

Shuang'er did not expect to hear such an answer. After staring blankly at him for a few moments, she disdainfully retorted, "Forty-nine books, one hundred times, ten days, —these are the numbers left by my young lady when she condensed her spiritual sense at the age of four. The late might arrive early? Where do you plan to arrive early?"

Chen Changsheng pondered this question, but he realized that he didn't know how to answer.


To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

"Second Potential candidate is from the Lu Family, the first great-grandson of Lu Hua and first son of Lu Bai, Lu Chao" Evelina De said in a calm and composed tone but she looked at Lu Chao with a worried expression passed as fast as it came. Lu Chao looked at his mother in surprise but decided to follow what the former did.

He walked towards the podium and stepped as he followed James Windsor's suit and bowed to Evelina De. The latter nodded in acknowledgement as she picked a brooch identical to the one before and pinned it to his blazer. Lu Chao once again bowed and stepped down as he stood beside James Windsor who nodded at him. 

Lu Chao nodded back as well, Evelina De then once again looked in the scroll as she read out the next name. "Third Potential candidate is from the De Family, the first great-granddaughter of De Guang and First daughter of De Xi/Evelina De, Lu Nuan/Natalia Lu" Evelina De said as she looked at Natalia Lu who walked towards the podium with hesitance.

She curtsied elegantly and Evelina De pinned the ensemble to her gown. Once again Natalia Lu curtsied and then went down to stand beside Lu Chao who looked at her with an intense gaze. Natalia Lu coughed lightly and looked away from his intense gaze and looks at her hands and well manicured nails. Evelina De looks at her two kids and lets out a low sigh which only Angelina Spades could hear.

Evelina De once again looked at the scroll and read out, "Fourth Potential candidate is from the Li Family, the first great-grandson of Li Qiang and only child of Li Chen, Li Chang" Evelina De read out in a calm and collected tone as she looked at Li Chang who was composed and calm but still held a lot of questions which were yet to be answered.

He still decided to follow the other three and did the same and Evelina pinned the same crown ensemble on his blazer, he bowed his head in respect and stepped down the podium and joined the other three. He uneasily looked at James Windsor and Natalia Lu but was met with a reassuring nod from Natalia Lu.

Evelina De once again read out the scroll, "Fifth Potential candidate is from the Feng Family, first great-grandson of Feng Li and first son of Feng Chuan, Feng Bao" Evelina De said as she looked at the Feng Bao stepping up on the podium. He bowed his head with respect as Evelina De pinned the ensemble on his blazer. 

He bowed curtly and stepped down the podium and stood beside Li Chang, Evelina De looked back in the scroll as she read out again, "Sixth Potential Candidate is from the Florence Family, the first grandson of Retina Florence and only son of Kevin Florence, Mark Florence" Evelina De said as she looked Mark Florence making his way to the podium.

He bowed curtly in respect and Evelina De pinned the ensemble to his blazer, he once again bowed and stepped down the podium and stood beside Feng Bao. Evelina De closed the scroll as she tied the thread around it and placed it on the tray Angelina Spades was holding for her. She looked at the candidates and then the attendees. 

"They are the potential candidates for the position of crown heir, the competition will commence when the youngest among them who is Natalia Lu, turns eighteen. The victor like always will be the crown heir, in five days it will be made official" Evelina De said as she calmly looked at the kids standing below the podium.



De Xi who is a internationally recognized lady not just in single field but in enumerated fields. She is a dream woman for all the men not only inside the nation but also outside the nation as well.

But destiny already bounded her in the relationship called marriage and is also gifted with two beautiful and charming children, but this beauty also has a problem no human would want to have...

Lu Bai who is a world renowned business tycoon and is feared by all, his business empire among the top businesses around the world. He had no hope in love, until he met the with the woman he was bethroned to. Unaware to him he fell head over heels for her.

But fate played in their blooming love and threw them to different corners of the world. Even though they stayed apart, their family always supported them...

In their journey of love and hate, what will happen ? will love win over hate or the converse, let's join their journey of love, hate and family to learn what happens next?
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One day Muhammed sallalahu alaihiwasallam [saw] was busy in worshipping Allah as usual. It was the month of ramadhan  an angel sent by Allah appeared before him. This angel was jibra'eel [peace be upon him] and he appeared before Muhammed [saw] and asked the prophet to "read". prophet Muhammed [saw] replied, I cant read I am illiterate".
Hearing this jibra'eel started pressing the prophet hard so much that he got tired, then loosened his grip and said to prophet again,"read" the prophet Muhammed [saw] again repeated I cant read, lam illiterate and again jibra'eel pressed him and again loosed his grip and asked him to "read",but the prophet replied the same reply
Now the angel pressed him again and loosened his grip and he asked the prophet to say:
"read ! In the name of your lord who created;
Created man from a tiny clot,clinging[to its mother]
Read! And your lord is most generous,
Who taught by the pen,
Taught man what he did not know."{96:1-5}
This was the first revelation.then prophet Muhammed [saw] came back to his home,having a trembling heart. He asked Khadijah, "wrap me in a blanket, wrap me in a blanket."she wrapped him in a blanket.

When prophet Muhammed [saw] was calm, he told Khadijah what had happened in the cave, he further added, "my life is in danger".
Khadijah solaced him and said, no! Never, there's no threat to your life, Allah will not disgrace you, you take care of your relatives, load yourself with the burden of others, help destitute and feed them, entertain the travellers, you suffer on behalf of others for the sake of justice".

After these pacifications she took him to the Waraqah Ibn Naufal, an elderly Christian priest who read Torah Khalid narrated to him the whole incident of the cave.

Hearing this, Waraqah said, "this was the angel who knows the hidden secret and who used to bring messages for Moses also. I wish that I would be alive when your people would banish you."
The prophet Muhammed [saw] asked, "will my people force me to leave my homeland?"
Waraqah said, "yes, what you have brought was brought by several other messengers too before you, but all of them had been targeted by their people. If I remained alive till that time, I would help you." 
But Waraqah dies after sometime.

Prophet Muhammed [saw] continued visiting cave hira and pray there and there was no more visits from  jibra'eel. Six months passed after the first revelation, the gap helped the prophet Muhammed [saw] to overcome the effect of the first experience. Now, the prophet Muhammed [saw] was curiously waiting for the descending of the second revelations.

Lives of great men all remind us
we can make our life sublime
and departing, leaves behind us
Footprints on the sand of time

footprint, that perhaps another, 
sailing o'er life's solemn main
a forlorn and shipwrecked main, 
seeing, shall take heart again... 

In the dreadful darkness of uncivilized period "god the creator of universe" sent his last prophet, to teach the real teaching and to guide them into light, and it lasted for 23 yrs and it's been said he was the best man to ever walk on earth.... 

so take a sneak peek and find out if it's true... ??

Dmitri was shocked. His father had promised his hand to that little girl! Who was she? And why did his mother hide his father's memoirs in the attic of the palace? No one was allowed to go up there. His mother had laid extremely strict roles for entering the attic; she had barred anyone from going there. Only she would enter the attic, and even that was rare. 
In the morning, Dmitri had been strolling around the palace after Adrianna had left and had wandered up to the rooftop to see the landscape from above. He missed Adrianna's presence more and more with every passing second and his willpower was playing with his rationality. It was getting increasingly difficult being away from her; she was the only person in the world who understood him inside and out. 
With a sigh, he had turned back and was about to head downstairs when his steps turned towards the attic. He creaked open the door. Unlike what his mother had painted it out to be, the attic was a very neat, clean, and brightly lit place. It was arranged as though it was ready for someone to enter and relax. There was a large amount of books and documents sprawled across a desk. 
He wondered if his mother had often come into the attic without anyone's knowledge. Intrigued, he looked around and found a hand painted wooden box on the topmost shelf of the bookshelf. It was the only item on that shelf. Curious, he took it down and opened it. Inside, he found many papers and leather-bound journals. Not wanting to warrant unwanted suspicion, he quietly exited the attic and brought the box back to his bedroom. 
For the rest of the day, Dmitri read through the journals inside the box. Most of them belonged to people whom he hardly knew, but the one that caught his attention was a sapphire-blue journal that was labeled, "Pierre". It was his father's diary. He pondered over whether or not he should read it. Why did his mother hide his father's journal? Upon taking out the first journal marked with his father's name, he noticed that there were several more sapphire-blue journals marked "Pierre" inside the box. Dmitri couldn't resist the temptation. This was perhaps the only way he would ever know about his father, whom he had lost when he was just seven years old. His mother never talked about his father and instead, was only interested in making Dmitri a ruthless warrior. 
He stared at the first diary, and exhaled as he turned the first page. Throughout the day, he continued to read the diaries one after the other in between doing his usual chores. When Adrianna arrived in the evening, only two diaries were left to read. 
As he read the diaries, events unfolded in front of his eyes; many mysteries were cleared up, and one thing was clear: his father was scared of a very strong enemy. But who was the girl whom his father had promised to give his hand to? He decided to find the girl and, to respect his father's memories, he would apologize and perhaps heavily gift her. Then, he looked at Adrianna and smiled. He stroked her hair out of love and said, "I will find who that girl is Adri…" 
He continued to read the diary and decided to first look around for Alex's cave. His father had written that the cave was not too far from Ed's house. 
Too tired to read any further, he woke Adrianna up to have dinner. 
When they came downstairs, much to Adrianna's surprise, they found themselves to be alone for dinner. "Where is Keisha and Cora?" she asked. 
"Mother has gone to see Keisha's new house. They say it is coming out beautifully, so mother has been contemplating on moving in with Keisha for a few days till Keisha has been settled in."
"Oh! It seems she will really miss Keisha..." said Adrianna. 
"Yes... Keisha had been with her from a long time and she looks at Keisha like her own daughter... The main reason for this was that when I left home for long times to attend to various issues across the packs, Keisha would give her company."
"Are you feeling sad about Keisha?" asked Adrianna getting a pang of jealousy. 
"All I know is that I wasnt my wife to be happy," he replied with a grin immediately. 
Adrianna didn't say anything, but was elated. She smiled, and they had dinner in peace. 
When Adrianna left for the wizard kingdom the next day, Dmitri set out to search for the cave that had been mentioned in his father's diary.
---
At the wizard's academy, when Adrianna arrived, she saw many students surrounding the notice board. She went over to see what all the fervor was about. The notice board was encased in a glass sheath and a notice was appearing before the students in the form of moving words. Only a student who was currently reading the notice would see the movement of the words. The words would move from right to left and then settle on the lowest part of the board every time the student finished reading it. . 
The notice was about the details of the competition. The competition comprised of three stages, as previously announced, and each stage was a quest. Only the details of the first stage were announced. When Adrianna read the details, her eyes became wide with shock. Angrily, she headed to her class where she saw Professor Ziu being flanked by all the girls and a few boys as usual. When she went inside, Ziu saw her and asked all the students to return to their desks so that class could start.
It was only after an hour that Ziu had the chance to talk to her. "Why are you so angry Adrianna?" 
"I read the details of the first stage of the competition. They are ridiculous! What do they mean by having to trap a werewolf in a cage and bring them here, regardless of whether they are dead or alive? Is the ministry so disgusting? What in the world do they mean by this! I will talk to Isidorus about this," Adrianna angrily spat.


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Her family disliked her. Her tendency to turn feral scared her grandfather. 

But that was exactly what Dmitri was looking for!

Her tendency to turn feral, could it be any good? Entering into a forced union with him was something she would never do. She had built a castle around her heart, not letting anyone approach it.  Witty, sharp, intelligent and fun-loving, Adrianna did not trust anyone. 

What happens in werewolf romance books, when an alpha who is calm, in control, merciless, extremely handsome and someone all werewolves feared, comes into the picture? 

Unfortunately, Dmitri doesn’t have many options open. 

The fights, the secret glances from across the room and the heated blushes.

It is difficult to accept him. 

---

She was conflicted between herself and her wolf. Her wolf dragged her to him while she thought that Dmitri was wrong. If he was so wrong, why was she attracted to him? 

As she was struggling with her emotions, she heard a menacing growl and a threat. "Back off," he warned Pryce. 

Adrianna looked at his face. He looked so dangerous , but she found it natural when her hand went up to his face to cup his cheek. She brushed her fingers across his cheek as though to calm him. Dmitri leaned his face onto her hand and closed his eyes. The two of them looked like two perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. 

What was she doing, comforting the man who wanted to snatch away her freedom for a lifetime? Her thoughts stopped as her heart took over when she saw him leaning his face ontoin her hands. For Dmitri, this was the first time she had shown her affection for him and he was savoring every second. He squeezed her tighter just to check that she was really there, body and soul. She felt right in his arms and he wanted the world around them to melt forever. 

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"Little Feng! Tonight, Your father, I will teach you about cultivation."

Tian Lang began to explain the little Tian Feng in his hand. "Cultivation is an arduous task. To cultivate, one must have innate talent and potential. To progress further, one must have a strong determination. But that's not enough, you also need to have a path."

Tian Lang's voice was melodious and soothing. It actually felt nice to hear. Somehow it makes one remember it in their heart. This is different from his usual voice.

"A path?" Tian Feng asked in a low voice.

Tian Lang continued, "That's right! A path is a way that a cultivator has chosen to progress. It cannot be changed and It must be true to oneself otherwise it will hinder your future progress." He paused for a moment before continues. 

"Little Feng, you don't have to worry about that for the time being. First, let's see if you can sense atmospheric energy. We call this energy 'Qi' which means vital energy. There's no technique for this. You have to depend on yourself."

"Close your eyes! Feel it!"

Tian Feng is lamenting in his heart. [A path! It's the same as all those novels that I read. It's not that hard to understand. However, just like those novels, my father didn't tell me the specific procedure at all. How am I even starting to sense Qi?]

Noticing that his son expression, Tian Lang seemed a bit helpless. "Little Feng! It's not that I want to make thing hard for you. Alright! I'll tell you about my experiences when I first start to cultivate. It's the most I can do for you. I hope it can help. When I first start to cultivate..."

He went on and on about his experiences while cultivating. Tian Feng was listening attentively but he couldn't make out any useful information at all.

After a long while...

"Alright, that's all. Now, It's your turn to try it out". Although he wanted to teach his son to cultivate quick, there's nothing he can do in this situation. He also noticed that his son doesn't seem to understand anything at all. But he can only hope for the best.

Tian Feng reluctantly sits down in the lotus position with his father's help. 

In fact, this position is not necessary but he was influenced by many martial dramas that he watched in his previous life.

After which, he closed his eyes and tries to feel his body and the surrounding.

After some time has passed...

[Nothing, nothing...I don't sense anything different at all. Where is that energy???] 

Tian Feng was crying inside his heart right now. But he still maintained his calm look on the outside. 

[Could it be that I can't cultivate? Could it be that I have no talent for it? Isn't this where a system supposed to appear?]

It's almost midnight. His father doesn't look too well either. "Little Feng, let's go to bed. We'll try again tomorrow. It's normal to fail at first try."

---

He immediately fell asleep as soon as he got to bed. Even if he has a mind of an adult, his body is still of a baby.

In the morning, his mother comes in to feed him as usual. 

"Mother, are you also a cultivator?"

"Of course! Although I'm not as strong as your father, at least I can extend my life to 100 years."

After answering a few more questions, she left.

He stayed in his room trying to sense the energy but there's nothing. He's become agitated. If he can't cultivate, he'll be bullied by others. No need to think about protecting his friends, he might not be able to protect even himself.

Last night, his father told him that most people would be able to sense Qi on the first try and that some genius can have a breakthrough to the next level in one go.

"Is there something I missed? or perhaps I do it wrong somewhere?"

He kept thinking about this for the whole morning. In the afternoon, when his mother came to find him. She was scared out of her wit because her son now looked so pale and weak. 

She immediately asked him about what happened worriedly. Tian Feng told her everything.

After she learned about the matter, she hugged him and said softly
"Little Feng! Even if you can't cultivate, your mother will still love you. Maybe your body is still too young. When you grow older, you can try it again. Mother believes that you will be able to cultivate and become a great person in the future."

What he doesn't know is, he can't cultivate because he's actually a young man inside a baby body. He already lost his baby talent for leaning thing. His mind already got influenced by the outside world.

In that evening, he has decided to ask his parent if they have any book. He had spent that afternoon thinking about what to do and recalled that knowledge is also one kind of power. 

He used to love studying. He loves books. There's only one problem, he doesn't have a good memory. 

When he was 15 years old, he underwent a heartbreak experience. He was so stressed that it actually affected his brain. He started to become forgetful day after day. But now he was still a baby and his brain hasn't damaged yet. 

[Maybe I still can change fix my memory problem.]

His parent didn't say anything negative. After dinner, his mother brought him some books for kids.

He opened one of the books and started reading. YEAH, he started reading in front of his mother.

Sitting by his bedside, his mother is now staring at him with a shocked face. "You... you know how to read?" 

Earlier, she was about to read them for him. But who could have known that a baby can read by himself?

Hearing his mother question, he was stunned. He was so agitated that he totally forgot that he was a baby and a baby is not supposed to be able to read a book. 

Previously when he talked with his mother, he didn't tell her that he comes from another world yet. It was not that he didn't want to but he didn't know how to start talking about it.

Knowing that his secret can't be kept anymore. He decided to tell her about his other life. Whether she believes him or not doesn't matter anymore. Since he can't even cultivate, he started to expect less and less with this new life. 

The effects of instant gratification haven't worn off yet. One failure is enough to make him depressed.

He's actually a good liar. However, he doesn't like to lie to people closed to him. Lying to them make him feel really bad.

"Actually, I have this memory..." He began to tell her about everything from when he first came into this world and his life on Earth.

"No wonder why you can speak so maturely..." said his mother believed in her child completely.

Not daring to meet his mother's gaze, he lowered his head. 

"Mother, would you believe me?"

His mother patted his head and smile. "Of course! I believe in you. I'm your mother after all. In fact, It's actually easier to believe in this than to believe that a baby can read without learning."

A moment later, she stood up and walked away. "I'll bring some other books." then she left.

Tian Feng was in a daze. He didn't expect his mother to believe him completely. His heart felt warm and guilty. 

[In this life, I'll make my parent happy.] He firmly thought to himself and made a silent decision.

After waiting for a while, his mother came back with a basket of books. It's all necessary knowledge about the world. 

There's history, geography, math, literature... just like school. The smell of the books filled the room. Tian Feng felt invigorated at the sight and smell of the books.

If he didn't love books this much, earlier he wouldn't let down his guard and read in front of his mother.

His mother was taking out those books one by one, allowing him to see the title. One by one, there were 120 books. There are all kinds of book laying on the floor of his room but there's one book that caught his attention.

Ignoring that book, he picked one history book and started reading. After he read for several pages, his mother told him to sleep and not to stay up late. He agreed and went to sleep.

He didn't pick the book that caught his attention first because it's a cultivation book "Steel Body". He can't even walk yet so he decided to take a look later when he can actually cultivate.

10 months later...

Tian Feng has almost finished all the 120 books. The total amount of books had increased to 130. There are two books about the academy and the rest is cultivation books.

As he read a lot of books, he came to know that while the geniuses can simply success at their first try in cultivation. The same can't be said about most of the ordinary people.

He had an idea that if he could somehow get to know more about what is actually cultivation, he might just be able to sense that atmospheric energy. It was hard to sense something you can't even imagine in the first place.

As such, last week, he asked his mother to buy cultivation books.

Today is his 2 years old birthday. Those books have become his birthday present. Last night, his mother already gave him the books but unfortunately, she also told him to sleep and read them later.

Normally, he would be able to read them by the morning inside his room but ever since he can walk some time ago, his mother started bringing him to the restaurant every day so that she can help out with the works there. 

If it was before, she wouldn't bring him there even if he can walk but now that she knows that he's actually a young man inside, she didn't have to worry too much.

His mother already told his father about everything that night and they both believe him without question. They only said, "No matter what, you are our son, be it your previous life or this life."

His father didn't even have the slightest hint of disappointment. It was something that he didn't expect. 

Riding on the motorbike, it didn't take long before they reached the restaurant. It felt great to ride this motorbike with his parents again. He remembers those times from when he was young. 

He would always sit in the front seat until he couldn't sit there anymore. It was his favourite spot because he can see everything.

In the restaurant, he's able to observe many things. This is a world of cultivation but no one is walking around with a sword or any weapon. It wasn't a surprise as he had read about it before.

This is a rather peaceful era. The civilization is under control. Compared to what he read from those novels on Earth, this world is rather modern.

The foods in the restaurant looked good. There are many kinds of wines. It seems good just by smelling, he can't wait to taste them. 

His father didn't cook by himself as much anymore as he hired a chef for the restaurant when he was born. His mother was only responsible for taking bills and orders. Most of the time, she would stay by the cashier table because that's where Tian Feng is.

Except for sitting in the restaurant next to his father's subordinates, he didn't go anywhere else. He's an introvert by nature. He only cared about his books and only looked around once in a while.

Tian Feng was a bit restless today as he finally decided to read that book by tonight. "Steel Body"

Day and night exchanged place. It's already time to close the restaurant. At night, it wasn't so dark on the road. There are lanterns that lid the way. 

Tian Feng enjoyed the cold breeze that brushes his face as he's going back home.

After dinner, he walked toward that book and picked it up. At that moment, a series of notifications ring up in his mind.

"Ding...World Data initialization completed"

"Ding...data is analyzed"

"Ding...scanning host body"

.
.
.

"Ding...scanning completed and integrating"

"Ding...host obtained 'Steel Body' Skill Book"

"Ding...loading interface, please wait..."

Waking up in a new world, Tian Feng finds himself become a 1-year-old child once again. Along with this weird phenomenon, a seemingly omnipotent system awaken within him. 

To become the most potent being, to live without regret; Possessing this OP system, he thought it would be smooth sailing. Little did he know that it couldn’t be further from the truth.

This is a melancholy story of a man and his companions, adventuring from one world to another; Discovering the meaning of life and regret.

Translator: Rainbow Turtle


I remembered the moment I read a novel for the first time.

The texture of the soft paper touching my fingertips. The black letters blooming on a white field. The texture of the page I folded with my hands.

「 It isn't important to read the letters. The important thing is where the letters lead you. 」

My mother, who loved books, used to say this. At least for me, it wasn't just a saying.

The gaps in the black print. My own little snow garden lay in between the letters. This space, which was too small for someone to go into, was a perfect place for a child who liked to hide. Every time a pleasant sound was heard, the letters stacked up like snow.

In it, I became a hero. I had adventures, loved and dreamt. Thus, I read, read and read again.

I remembered the first time I was about to finish a book. It was like being deprived of the world.

The protagonist and supporting characters walked off with the sentence 'They lived happily ever after' and I was left alone at the end of the story. In my vanity and sense of betrayal, my young self struggled because I couldn't stand the loneliness.

「This... is the end? 」

Perhaps it was similar to learning about death. For the first time, I realized that something was finite.

My mother said, 「This is the end. 」

「There isn't anything that comes next? 」

「There is no 'next.' 」

My mother was cold as she told me a brutal truth.

「 However, just because it is the end doesn't mean you've seen the whole story. 」

Then she gave me wise advice.

「 Yes? 」

「 Read it again. 」

Reread the finished story. As a child, I didn't know what this meant.

「 Why read a story I already know? 」

「 If you read it again, it will definitely be a different story. 」

「...I don't want to. 」

I was stubborn because I was afraid of feeling the deprivation again. Then my mother said, 「 Do you want to read it together? 」

Thus, I learnt to read again.

At first, I only saw the main character's position. The second reading showed the position of the supporting character and the third reading showed the position of the enemy.

The story changed every time I read it. The story was over but it wasn't over. The story wouldn't end unless the reader gave up on the story.

I still thought about it often. What if my mother had said something else at that time? 

All fiction was fake and it would just be a loss of my life if I read it.

Would I then have a lot of friends? What if I didn't study hard, wasn't bullied and didn't run away from the reality given to me?

Sparks appeared in the air and the flowing memories were broken.

「 Kim Dokja. You look relaxed. 」

I turned my head and saw someone standing in the darkness. It was a presence that could easily pierce other people's dreams. Apart from a mighty god, the only possible people who could do this were prophets. However, the person here wasn't Anna Croft.

「 Is 'fate' bearable? 」

I knew this face. It was a crowned wanderer dressed in old clothes. That reminded me, there was a prophet among the constellations.

'Poked Out His Eyes.'

It was King Oedipus of Olympus, who I met at the banquet. King Oedipus said to me.

「 Your fate is approaching. 」

'Fate? Hasn't it already been realized? Aren't I dead as you planned?'

「 This isn't a fate that can be avoided with a shameful story. You have to decide which side you will stand on soon. I believe you will make the right choice. 」

'I'm not on anyone's side.'

King Oedipus laughed.

「 You will definitely come to Olympus. It is because no incarnation fits the story of Olympus as much as you. 」

'What are you talking about...'

Before I could finish speaking, my memories came back.

「 Dokja. 」

Shit. I remembered this. It was a bloody living room. My mother was holding a knife and standing in front of a dead man.

「 From now on, I will read all of this again. 」

My mother smiled towards me and said.

「Thus, you have to remember well. Understood? 」

A nightmare was coming towards me. I heard screaming. King Oedipus's voice was heard, as if he was laughing at all the memories.

「 Succeed the Lightning Carnival. Otherwise you will die 'forever' in the following scenarios. 」

***

[The attribute 'Eight Lives' has been activated.]

[Your body will be resurrected.]

My breath burst out of me like amniotic fluid.

[The second head of the snake has been sacrificed.]

[The power of the head is 'intelligence.']

My cold skin turned warm again and my stretched muscles gained strength. This was the fourth death I had experienced.

Once against the fire dragon, once against the Disaster of Floods and once when dealing with Nirvana. At this point, I should think about whether Yoo Jonghyuk was the sunfish or if I was the sunfish.

"...Uh, where is this place?"

I looked around but I couldn't tell where I was. I only saw a white cloud-like ground and an open sky.

...Was this Dark Castle?

[The bonus effect has sped up the actions of your brain.]

Due to the resurrection bonus, my judgment of the situation became clearer and faster. I decided to look at it again from the beginning.

First, there was the biggest question.

'Why did I die?'

I had been using third person's viewpoint to watch Paradise and left my body with Han Sooyoung. Suddenly, my consciousness blurred and the death message emerged.

There was only one conclusion. Someone killed me while I was asleep. Who was it? Han Sooyoung?

[A new achievement has been added to your fifth story.]

[People will know you as the 'Messiah Who Bears Shame.]

I died at a strange time so a weird achievement was added to my story.

...I didn't think it was actually shameful.

The prophecy was 'Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the person he loves most'. Then to kill me, they must be someone I loved.

"Hey Kim Dokja! You survived?" In the distance, Han Sooyoung was walking this way. 

"What on earth happened?"

"An ambush." Han Sooyoung grumbled as she looked at the cloud field. It was a place where nothing could be seen except for floating clouds. It was an overly peaceful scene to be called an ambush.

"As soon as you fell asleep, some people appeared who were after you. I tried to stop them but it didn't work. You ended up with a fatal wound and I carried you away while crying. Suddenly, I appeared in this place."

The story flowed as naturally as the clouds but it was unbelievable.

[The exclusive skill 'Lie Detection Lv. 2' is activated!]

[You have confirmed that the statement is true.]

"...Did you see the faces of those who attacked?"

"Everybody was wearing an mask and I couldn't see properly. I saw a few people using Detect Attributes but I didn't know them."

The three day journey had made Han Sooyoung considerably stronger. Now Han Sooyoung would be 20th in the Dark Castle rankings. Yet the people broke through her to kill me, then brought us here. I couldn't come up with a plausible group, no matter how hard I thought.

"You didn't find out anything else?"

"By the way, aren't you really relaxed? Who was the one suffering for three days..."

"Three days?"

"You have been dead for three days. Didn't you know?"

That reminded me, Eight Lives had a bit of a wait time. Three days... damn. What happened to the other party members? Surely they hadn't already passed onto the next scenario? If so, all my plans would go wrong.

Han Sooyoung sighed. "No matter how far I go, there are only clouds. I have already given up."

"...Is that why you released your clones?"

Han Sooyoung's clones were training in various parts of the cloud field. Han Sooyoung training in Hidden Weapons Technique, Han Sooyoung training her footwork... each Han Sooyoung was devoted to one skill.

"It is my own training. I didn't want to waste time waiting for you and once I take back my clones, my skill proficiency increases quickly."

Somehow, I discovered the secret behind how Han Sooyoung could become so strong in such a short time.

"What? Are you a ■?"

"I'm a ■?" Damn... it is filtering something like this. Well, I have an idea of what you wanted to say."

In any case, she didn't seem like just a plagiarist writer anymore. I was suddenly curious. The original description in Ways of Survival didn't describe the Avatar skill in detail. It wouldn't be bad to learn a bit more about this skill.

"Are there no constraints on the skill? You can make infinite number of clones as long as you have the magic power?"

"That would be a scam. Of course there are restrictions. Every time I use the skill, I share some of my memories with the avatar."

"...Some of your memories? Then what about after the avatar dies?"

"Then I will lose the memories."

I felt a bit surprised when Han Sooyoung responded casually. Wasn't it a skill that could give her Alzheimer's if she made a mistake?

Han Sooyoung read my thoughts and smiled. "Don't worry. I usually use unnecessary memories. In addition, the memories will come back if I recover the clones. Sometimes... it is a problem because some go out of control."

"Out of control?"

"The first time I tried creating a clone using Avatar... I gave away too many of my memories and it went out of control."

"...Is that possible? Then did you lose those memories?"

Han Sooyoung shrugged. "I don't know. But now I use small memories so it's fine."

"You just think that you're fine."

"Shut up."

A clone ended up having important memories due to a mistake. I shivered as I thought about another Han Sooyoung that might still be moving around somewhere in Seoul.

One be one, the clones turned into smoke and returned to Han Sooyoung. It was probably to recover the accumulated skills proficiency.

Han Sooyoung suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! There was something I didn't say. I just remembered. A constellation came looking for me when you died."

Why give such an important memory to her clone?

"I forgot the name but the constellation belonged to a nebula. Vedas or... Tamna?"

These names were dangerous. Regardless of how I felt, Han Sooyoung muttered in a relaxed manner,

"I heard some ambiguous words. Make the right choice..."

"Can't you remember it properly?"

"I'm sorry. If I recall all my avatars then I can remember... oh, it was a strange Goryeo warrior."

"Goryeo warrior?"

"He left without saying anything. He stared at your dead body for a moment and left straight away."

If it was a Goryeo warrior, it was probably Cheok Jungyeong. There were also Olympus, Vedas and Tamna. The big nebulae were moving so it seemed like something was going to happen.

At this moment, something crossed my mind. "Wait, a constellation appeared directly? It wasn't an avatar?"

"Yes. It was a symbol. Why?"

"...Don't you know the problem with this?"

"Eh?"

"No matter how symbolic, a constellation can't appear in the scenario area without consuming a lot of probability."

The constellations feared probability the most and wouldn't descend as a symbol.

I slowly looked around. "...I think I know where this place is."

This place was a ward but it wasn't a normal ward. It was a ward where constellations could appear in symbolic form.

Han Sooyoung belatedly noticed something. "...The Mechanical Gateway Array Method."

The Mechanical Gateway Array Method It was a technique used by constellations who mastered the principles of the five elements, four heavenly divisions and three calamities.

By the way, it was hard to see people use this technique. Zhuge Liang of China could use it freely. Yet this was the Korean Peninsula. Then...

"Won't you come out?" I spoke to the air.

With the exception of Zhuge Liang, there was one other constellation who could use it freely. It was also a constellation I had already met.

"...It seems it is impossible to deceive you with the shape of a constellation."

A voice was heard as clouds gathered in the air and formed the image of a person. It was a woman in her 30s wearing a prison uniform.

"Haven't we met before?"

"It isn't a very good reunion."

[The constellation 'First Spiritualist of Joseon' is giggling at you.]

First Spiritualist of Joseon, Jeon Woochi's incarnation.

She was the first 'limb' of the King of Wanderers.

"The king is waiting for you."

Somehow, I knew who had killed me. This situation appeared to be the worst. Either way, I had no other choice.

I nodded and said. "Guide me."

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