Day: Unknown
Reaching for my backpack, I feel frightened and overwhelmed. I don't want to do this. I mean, there's a great anime right above me on my tv screen: how could I turn away from that? 
"You've got to," a voice in my mind urges. "You must."
"But I don't understand anything. This is quarantine for god's sake, why should I have to do this crap?" It makes no sense to me. All it takes is the swipe of the remote, a small leap onto the bed and into the warm covers and I'm there: comfortable. No stress, no work, no pesky school. Nothing but the television in front of me and the grand animation of Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign on Hulu. It's right there. 
But you're supposed to be good. You're supposed to be the one who passes, the one who is brave and determined. You're supposed to do the freaking math. 
Except I don't understand it. How am I supposed to teach myself geometry? How am I supposed to reach down into this cherry blossom pink Steve Madden backpack, take out a jumble of letters and numbers and attempt to teach myself intricate riddles of the geometric ways? 
Fear grips at my spine. I reach in anyway. My hands prickle with the sensation of my binders between my nimble fingers. What if it turns out horrible and I fail?
"You'll fail anyway if you don't," the internal voice whispers. 
Yeah, that's right. It's fine. I mean, as long as I make better than a zero right? I've got three things left to do on Google Classroom and I can do it well enough on my phone. And why not use some google to help out too? Well, maybe that'll work. Except using google is against the rules. 
Ah, shucks!
It'll be okay. I take a deep breath and grab a purple ink pen out of my backpack. Maybe it's not smart to use a pen for math but it's not like I feel like searching through the book bag for a pencil that I probably don't even have. 
I'm going to have to reteach myself the distance formula, I realize. Oh crap, oh god, so many numbers and square roots and exponents and letters. What will the letters even mean in the formula? I can't believe I've already forgotten that. 
Well, it's not like they should expect me to memorize that thing near the end of the semester, right? I mean, I learned it before in the beginning and I thought it was easy enough. Besides, I'm one of the smartest people in class. The only problem? 
I'M FREAKING OUT!!
Last time I tried this, I almost broke down in tears, I was so frustrated. I find myself suddenly grateful to even have a teacher to tell me how to do it although I'm sure I could seriously gain something from learning some things on my own. After all, it's not like I haven't attempted it before. I've tried to learn Spanish. The only problem was Duolingo never taught me the grammar as much as direct translations. The actual class was far more educational and interactive.
But Spanish isn't even the problem right now. This is Geometry. It's not ever been difficult for me to learn something so no wonder I freak out when I feel like I can't. Intelligence feels like the only thing going for me and if that fails, what else do I have to give to society, what else could possibly give me any worth?
I open the binder, feeling only the barest bit hopeful. Hope is fragile. If I start hoping for the best and get the worst, I'll only feel that much more terrible. I'm at home, so it isn't like I have to fake a bunch of confidence and then get done and say it wasn't any work. At home I can relax a bit. 
I flip back towards one of the first lessons in notes. As I flip through the pages, my stomach clenches. If I don't find this formula, I'm done for. Or I will just have to text Ms. Griffith and ask for her help. But I want to try it on my own first if only to test my capabilities. I should most definitely be able to do this with my skills and experience. But the question is: can I?
Well, I guess we will see. 
-Ten minutes later-
After much diligent work and the use of a google scientific calculator, I'm ready to finally turn in the work. I realize that I only had one thing to do on google classroom which was a huge relief. It was apparent to me that I may have overestimated the difficulty of the work altogether though there were a few questions I was quite unsure of out of all five. I had to use a graph from the notes for one of them and found that my answer matched one of the answer choices, giving me a great boost of confidence that landed a smile on my face. 
I clicked next, hoping for the best. 
"Rate from 1 to 3 how well you think you did."
I put 2. I wasn't sure I passed, but I wasn't sure I failed either. 
"Do you have any questions?"
With this I answered "I'm kind of nervous about this one because I tried teaching it to myself with only the help of notes. 😬" before pressing the next button once again. 
The next button to click is the final one. 
This one demands so much of me. This is final, this is it, the moment I have been waiting for and fearing at the same time. 
The screen is so simple and the situation seeming to be the same, but not quite so much on the inside.
Just click the button. Get it over with. Get it all over with! Click the blue button. 
I want to close my eyes when I do it, I want to clench them shut and count down, to stall, awaiting what is to come. No, I need to see it.
I press "view score" before I can convince myself otherwise. 
The numbers that appear on the screen almost bring tears to my eyes.
"Score: 100/100 points"
It's so trivial how all that work actually amounted to something. 
It makes me actually miss school.

The End

Basically a bunch of personal events that has happened during the quarantine and realizations. Some family stuff, too. Read at your own bored discretion. 
The characters are mine. Yes, these events REALLY happened and I wrote down my thoughts. There should be absolutely zero spelling errors unless I feel lazy and don’t read over it. I changed the names of my family because of obvious security reasons. These stories are for you readers to read, of course, but also maybe to learn from. These are moments I get the urge to write and when I write about it, there’s usually some sort of moral lesson. Of course, this lesson was accidental but at the same time, it’s probably worth reading if there’s a chance you’ll learn something. Maybe I’ll create a “diary” after this whole Quarantine thing and I can tell the story of my life. I would absolutely LOVE to do that because I have so many diaries. As of the moment I am 15 years old, turning 16 in May of 2020. And no, I do NOT have 20/20 vision. My vision sucks, I wear glasses. 
Anyway, guys, enjoy this. The stories are relatively short, so no need to worry about a wall of words or start to think “when will it end?” Because you will find that it will end quite sooner than you could imagine. Though, from people who read novels on WebNovel, you may find that these are very short. I’m not very into writing things that haven’t really happened. That is the only reason I haven’t added to my far more fictional stories. I did NOT look over this (I actually just did and I’ve found that there are zero errors which makes me very satisfied with myself) so this probably has a few grammatical errors, but I’m sure you all will live. Anyway, I’ve come to have a little saying on this app and that is READ ON!

Shivangi
"Shivu!!" I wake up hearing my mom incessantly shouting my name. Still groggy, I turn to my right and try to muffle the sounds using a small pillow. When that doesn't work, I finally open my and get up from my bed. "Shivu! You lazy cow, get up. Don't you remember what day it is? It's going to be 10 soon. Take bath, have breakfast and get ready." my mom hollered. 
I am not a morning person, so obviously my brain wasn't working in its optimum speed. It took a few seconds of hard thinking to remember what day it is. As soon as I did, my thoughts flitted to the person who monopolized my mind for the last two weeks- Krish. Even thinking his name, I felt my heart beating faster against my ribs. 
For past 14 days, no matter how much I tried to control my thoughts he still dominated them. A small voice in me warned me against getting hurt but my mind seemed to be in a rebellious mind, because the more it warned the more my mind remained fascinated by him. So much so, that I, being agnostic, prayed to God to let him get into VISCOM. 
Today, was the day my results were going to be published on the college website and I could feel anxiety rising in me. To distract myself, I proceed to finish all the chores and see that the time is 9:45. 15 more minutes for the results to come. I felt myself getting nervous  again and closed my eyes to calm down. But like everytime in the past 2 weeks, as soon as I closed my eyes Krish's face appears. This time, it's him telling me to distract myself when nervous. I feel relaxed, a little and go to my room and pick a book from a pile of books on my desk and plop onto the plush sofa. 
Unlike most avid readers, I didn't have a traditional introduction to reading through classics or Enid blyton and neither did I start in my childhood. In fact, I started reading in my teens, eighth grade to be precise; my first being an Agatha Christie. Though it took me 6 months to finish my first book, it soon turned into a habit and passion. So much that, now my reading a book calms and distracts me from nervousness. 
Just as I was about to open the book to read, the landline phone starts to ring. "Shivu, pick up the phone!!" my mother hollers from the kitchen a second after the ring. I get up and pick up the phone. "Hello?" I say to the phone and am rewarded with my dad's precise words, "I will check your results, text me your registration number." Before I can respond, the call was disconnected and all I could hear was the dial tone. 
I sigh. Oh well..
I quickly text him the registration number and proceed to read the book. 
A few moments later, the landline rings again and before mom can yell, I pick the phone. 
"You didn't get into VISCOM but your name had made the list for Animation course" he said, without expressing much emotion.
I felt numb, though I wasn't really fond of VISCOM, I would have preferred the former over the later. But what dampened my spirits above all else, was that I couldn't be Krish's classmate. For the past two weeks, I have been consoling myself, telling myself that at the end I still get to meet him again. I hoped that I could get to know him better, to see him everyday. But now..? My mind was still reeling with all these thoughts that my father's next words didn't register in my head until he repeated. 
" Why are you silent? Even my influence can't get you a seat in that college for that course. You better go for English literature." He finished, smugly. 
"Father father father, even you know you're lying. Your influence can get me a seat but you will never do it, so you can force me to go your way" I think to myself. 
All my life, my dad has always tried to force his opinions on me and control my choices. And though, sometimes I am left with no choice but to let him win, most times, I take my own decisions. This time was not going to be any different. VISCOM and Animation are part of the same department, which means there will be a lot of possible interactions between the two classes. Which also means, that I will get to meet Krish on a regular basis without being his classmate. Besides, my grandmother always thought I will flourish in a field like Animation, so I might as well give it a shot. My decision made, I take a deep breath before replying, "I will do Animation."
"What? Why do you want to do animation, all of a sudden?" he asks agitated. Before I can reply, I hear someone knocking on his cabin door through the phone. The guy said something to dad, who disconnected the call without a word. I look at the receiver and sigh with disappointment. "We can't even have a disagreement without your work interrupting us" I thought to myself before placing the receiver to the cradle. I go to the sofa and continue reading. 
Evening came faster than I anticipated and I spent most my time reading while waiting for dad to return from office. It was going to be 6 in a while, I close my book and open internet on my sister's laptop. I search about animation courses and it's syllabus at various universities but fortunately, St. Joseph had their syllabus on the website itself. As I went through it, I realised that the syllabus for animation and VISCOM were similar, the only difference being certain core subjects. Satisfied and armoured with the information, I close the laptop and resume reading the book. 
At sharp 6 pm, I hear dad's car entering the garage downstairs. His car has a distinct vibration that I am accustomed to hearing every day. I close my book again and wait for him. He walks in few moments later and walks by me without sparing me a glance. He looked irritated and I wasn't surprised. I waited him call me into his room for the discussion, as I knew it was going to take sometime. 
"Hey, dad call you in, yet?" I turned toward the voice to see my sister, Shivakari enter the house. She works in a television network in their marketing department and often runs half an hour late while returning from the office and ends up coming after dad is already home. Today was one of those days and she seems to have hurried upstairs. Her dark brown hair was a mess and she was sweating profusely. Though we are sisters, we couldn't be anymore different, looks wise and character wise. While she was obidient and overly emotional, I was rebellious and rational. While I was fair skinned as our mother, she had a slightly wheat-ish complexion as our Father. But we both had equally huge chocolate brown eyes and full lips, the difference being that her eyes are covered with her glasses and I don't need glasses. Yet. 
"Nah! He just came in. You know how it is, he will take time to think it over first, before he calls me in, to look for a way to override my decision."
"So... are you going to let him?" she asks as she plops down on to the sofa chair opposite to me. 
"Hahaha... you should know better than asking me that." I tell her as I shake my head. "You know I am always prepared for any of his arguments."
"Shivu!" my dad's voice floats to the living room before Shivakari could reply. I get up, walk to his room near the dining area and enter dad's room. 
Few moments later I come out of his room and see my sister sitting at the dining chair, waiting for me. "Well...?" she asks.
My lips curve up a little and I say, "I won. Animation it is."

No past, no future. All they had were a few stolen moments....

A chance encounter and a fickle heart can do a lot of damage in one's life. Can Krish and Shivangi find a way to be happy again?



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There's nothing to write about at the end. The protagonist Chen Jin has become invincible. No matter what villain appears, the protagonist can easily get things under control.
If I continue to muddle along, that would be cheating your money. This book should have been over a long time ago.
I apologize to all readers for letting you down.
As early as the beginning of the book, I had a strong premonition that the book would collapse towards the end. It was not bad that I maintained the chapters until the word count reached the millions. This is the common problem of stories with an invincible protagonist. The story is invigorating and pleasant in the beginning, and the readers like it, but later on, the aesthetics of the story become exhausting, and the author can't spin the story anymore. It could only end hastily.
Of course, I also have some gains and insights.
First of all, after writing the book "A Simulated Life In The City," the pace at which I had written the other books that followed had been fast. Perhaps its because I've become more practiced at writing outlines in an endless stream and that my brain circuit has become "fixed." Time passes very quickly, resulting in a lack of details in which only the main framework has no details. The ups and downs, the twists and turns were not large, and the collapse came faster.
This is my flaw, a flaw that must be overcome, I need to walk out from the habit of writing outlines at a rapid pace continuously. Otherwise, my books will fail, one by one.
I haven't coded much in the past few months. I've been watching animation and reading novels most of the time.
I've watched at least 100 animation series and read 400 or 500 novels. Of course, the animation series were viewed at double the speed and the novels were speed read. This was just to speed up efficiency and to learn more useful things.
This is probably also a kind of learning.
But could this kind of learning allowed me to break through the bottleneck and enter a whole new level? There is no guarantee. After all, it's difficult to change a mindset. I've also started on two new books, but I always feel that whatever I type, it's trash; that I haven't improved.
Maybe I have to accumulate and absorb more things
Second, there are gains too.
With this book, I've made money for the down payment of the house (in the range of 100,000). The financial strain has eased a little. My "writer level" has reached LV5. This is something that I have never dared to imagine. It seems that I'm not too far away from being a great writer. Even if I do know that I can't even be considered as a middling writer. I'm at best, an old failure.
Also, this book has spurred a wave of "I've found (something)" and led a wave of popularity. There are at least two or three author friends around me who want to use the pattern of the title of this book and start with "I Found A" in the opening. There are even more imitations. In the end, I "laid myself out as a failure" and generated some results, which was unexpected.
I even feel a little surreal.
Of course, I also know that I've received a torrent of curses in some forums, which reminded me to be clear to myself about my real capabilities and not overestimate myself. There is still room for improvement.
The last is about my new book.
The new book is in progress! The outline is done, and I have a rough story in my heart.
Also, this time I want to break through my standards and overcome weaknesses in character description (in other words, I want to make progress in this area).
Therefore, I want to create a group of exciting characters in my new book, using the characters as the framework. The characters will be the center, and stories will develop around each character. There will no longer be cliched, unrealistic and illogical plotlines
Moreover, the "cheat codes" given to the protagonist will not be too powerful, the protagonist will not be invincible in the early stages. He would slowly grow and rise in power, encountering many setbacks and difficulties along the way. The road will not be smooth.
I am well aware of the situation, this attempt to transform my style has a 70% probability of failing.
Whether the editors will give me a chance, whether the novel will make it to the shelves, whether its a done deal or not, I can only put a bold face on and try.
I hope everyone will support my new book and vote for it after it is released on July 1st.
At this point, I don't know if the reader will be angry at me or scold me, but I still hope that you can support my new book, take a look at my story, and give a little encouragement.
The finale of all finales.
I recommend a few books written by my friends.
One is "I Duplicated an Earth," by Qin Geng Shan Shui, which was written by a fan in my book group. He has also now joined the ranks of the writers because of his hobby. His previous attempt, a book titled, "I Found An Immortal Realm" failed, but the improvements in this book are amazing. 100 points for creativity! Even I am chasing this book, I recommend it, I have a hunch, even if he does not become some great writer in the future, he will at least be a middling writer no worse than me. I hope everyone will add this book to their collection and support it!
There is another book, "I'm Really Not A Pop Star," by Master Sun's Words Become Poems. He is an old friend of mine, and he'd tried to transform his style in his last book. His first order called for more than 1,300 copies. I feel this is a pretty good result, if he maintains this result and keeps the plot from collapsing, it could finish off as a perfect work. But he's still not satisfied, and then he started this new book. I can only sigh. We all need to support our families, and we all have pressure. So, I hope that everyone will also collect this book. Give him the occasional vote and contributions. I give you my thanks!
And I want to repeat this, my new book will be making its debut on July 1st. For those who support me, I hope that you will give me a little support and encouragement. I can't say that everyone will be satisfied, but at the very least, some supporters will see a different story and feel a little anticipation.
I hope that everyone will look forward to my new book on July 1st. We'll meet again in the new book.


Through a mysterious portal, Chen Jin arrived at this strange place - a post-apocalyptic world where civilization had been destroyed. 

Consequently, he found -

A piece of metal scrap
A robot trash collector
A battleground
A city
A ton and more of gold
A copy of high-tech documents
A...
In short, Chen Jin found a planet.

Stephen rocked back and forth, his forehead creased and his lips pursed in deep thought. Her words were still tinkling across his ears, as if she was whispering sweet nothings next to him. He had to concede it to Jadesin though, her idea did strike an ambitious chord in his heart. Was it the tantalizing thirst for the sweet juice of power that would come along with it? Or was it perhaps the thrill of a hazardous journey that would pave his way with gold and blood?

Not to mention, if he could draft Natasha and others in too, then the question of their overall safety would be answered for. That cave they were lodging in was an unknown variable that could one day knock at their door and bite them in the ass.

Additionally, this sudden deal was like an unexpected gift wrapped by the opportunity of growing stronger; now that was what attracted him the most.

But Stephen didn't want to hand out his trust to the lamias yet. Nevertheless, he decided to entertain her and see for himself whether their cooperation was profitable or not, "One expedition." he raised one finger, his eyes fixing their full attention onto her, "I will you give you a definite answer once we're done with the Orcs. If it fails, consider our temporary partnership null."

Jadesin slightly cocked her head to the side, her ebony-black orbs squaring him for a moment, before her soft and rosy lips curved upwards into a Cheshire grin, "We will have a blast, Stephen... and I assure you we'll be successful too." she tucked a dangling chock of hair behind her ear, "Thank you. I'm really glad you decided to at least give it a try."

"Yeah, hope I won't regret it..."

"Ohh nono, you won't." she beamed, "Everything will turn out alright and more."

A thunder cracked out through the skies outside, putting a frown on Stephen's face, "Can I take it there won't be any surprises popping out even during a storm?" he leered at her.

Jadesin waved him off, "Nah, be at ease. Every faction worth fearing thinks our previous matriarch is still alive." she cackled, "Until things start heating up, our area is generally safe aside stray unranked animals, but I'm sure they shouldn't pose a problem to you. So yeah, no boogieman will be coming for you."

Stephen deadpanned at her.

"What?" she rolled her eyes, "Do not make that face, I was just trying to be a tad bit humorous."

"Yeah okay..." he rubbed his face with a drawn-out sigh, "I'm not in the mood for jokes."

"I can see that duh."

Soon the rain pelted down against the earth; the pleasant cacophony of mother's nature orchestra padding the run-down room they were in. Jadesin wallowed in the silence, peacefully staring at him with a thousand-watt smile lighting up her face. She was all giddy at the prospects of their collaboration.

"So..." Stephen demurred.

"So?"

"Your matriarch... was she that strong?"

Jadesin scoffed, "Of course. She was a whopping rank 7 Lamia, the backbone of our family."

"Wow..." his mouth hung open, "How did she die?"

A mournful glean flashed by her eyes, "She was very old, Stephen... no matter how powerful she was, her age had already reached its last lap in the long run of her longevity. If she had managed to advance to the next rank, she could have lived a lot longer... but I guess the 7th rank was the cap of her talent." she chuckled fondly, "She was our pride... we have a memorial of her outside."

"I see..." his gaze drooped as he chewed on his lips, "It must have been hard on you."

"Yeah... we lamias are not particularly gifted, which is why we always had to rummage around to survive." she sidled up next to him, carefully coiling her tail under her as she leaned on the mattress, "That's why she was quickly enthroned as the matriarch when she showed everyone what she was capable of. She was our pillar, and it is thanks to her efforts that we managed to secure ourselves a territory to call home."

"You truly worship her huh."

"Everyone does," she turned her head to face him, "I was still little at the time; a lamialet. But I knew everything about her... everything about her exploits. Her death came as a huge loss for us, thankfully her reputation protected us from greedy monsters to this day. Our nest wouldn't have been what it is now if not for her."

Stephen basked in the silence that came afterward, until...

"Which is why I'm so glad you appeared... although you haven't told me your race yet." Jadesin huffed playfully, "Now that you accepted to give it a 'try'... you're ought to at least answer that."

"Ugh... I guess I can..." after establishing a somewhat solid friendship between them - if based solely on profits - he didn't feel the need to withhold inconsequential information from her. She showed herself up as more than welcoming towards him, and the fact that his strength gave him an edge too made him more confident with his choice.

With her curiosity shooting up to the stars, the lamia leaned closer, "Uh-huh?"

"I'm a Predator... I'm not sure if you've heard--"

"A what now!?"

Her unforeseen - and rather unladylike - screech nearly made him jump out of his skin. He wrinkled his nose and shot her a resentful glare, "What's wrong with you!?" he yelled back.

"No no... I mean sorry, I mean... what?" she slurred, "I'm sorry... did you perhaps say you are a Predator? As in race, and not as an animal that preys on others, right?"

"Yeah, that would be correct."

"..." there was a bout of silence as she quietly processed his words, and he could've sworn that for a moment his eyes clocked through her head where steampunk gears turned and churned with practical procedures, all of the pieces puzzling back together. She snapped her eyes back onto him, "Holy mother of--" she quickly clammed her mouth shut, right before she could jabber a string of crass curses.

Stephen regarded her with an amused look, "You okay?" he chuckled lightly when she nodded furiously, like a freziend chicken pecking on grains, "Shall I take it as you knowing something about my presumed race?"

"YES!! I mean..." Jadesin coughed in her hand, "... yes, I do indeed hold quite a bit of knowledge pertaining the Predators." she drawled out, returning to her prim and proper behavior.

"Mind filling in the blanks for me? I'm quite ignorant about the knowhows of my race..."

"Uh-huh!"

With renewed vigor, she clambered back upright, "Don't move, okay? I'll be right back." she cooed, as if through a series of unfortunate events he would have ebbed away if she didn't come back fast enough to anchor him within her sight.

Arching an eyebrow up, Stephen gawked at her form skedaddling away; almost comically tumbling down from the haste. It was inexplicably cute seeing the goofy and flustered side of someone who carried herself with a majestic flair and spoke with raffinate elocution.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long. Jadesin scrambled back inside not long after her egress, a battered book securely held against her midsection, her arms encased around its leather cover, "Here!" the current lamia matriarch reclaimed her spot next to him with a euphoric bounce, "Just a minute!" she blabbed, flipping through the avalanche brittle pages whose age bespoke on its surface in yellowish blotches.

Stephen eyed curiously the blurry flux of pages shifting to their left in a flip book-like animation, until the captivating dance of sheets flopping upon another was put to an abrupt stop. Jadesin grinned, "Ah-ha! I knew it was here!" she curled her nose in anticipation, "Do you see this?" and then she proceeded to unclip a stack of papers out of the rim of the page.

"Yes, does it have anything to do with my question?"

"It has everything to do with it, my dear," she waved them around for emphasis, "This here is a journal that dates back to hundreds of thousands of years ago. Only a few clans, factions or tribes can boast to have something akin to these old entries."

He whistled in reply, genuinely surprised.

"They must be priceless."

"Yeah, and this one here is special because it was inserted in the Records of Phantasmagoric Creatures. This book contains all of the most mystic and strongest races to have ever existed; sorted in no logical order." Jadesin continued with a pleased smile, "Aaaaand, yours was found in here!" she tapped the pile of papers.

"What a surprise..." he commented with a hollow chuckle.

"That's it? That's your reaction?"

"Well yeah... after everything I've witnessed so far, I'd say it's not that far-fetched for that to be the case."

"Uhh..." feeling a bit stumped and at a loss of words, Jadesin cleared her throat a couple of times before resuming her previous delighted disposition, "Anyway! If your race is in here it means your bloodline is very ancient and precious! Not to mention your talent! Ohhh boy..." she started furiously fanning her face with her hand to get rid of the growing blush, as if she was in the presence of a bigwig, "Every single race listed on this book can easily go beyond the 9th Rank!! Do you know what that means?"

"That I'm badass?" he offered with a shrug, "What do these entries say? They're bound to have more information."

"Umh..." her brows scrunched up when she started leafing through the journal, "How weird..."

"What's the problem?"

"Well, there's only one page with anything scrawled in it... the others are completely blank."

"Read it then." he prompted.

Jadesin rearranged herself on the bed to get the most comfort out of her position, and then started reading aloud.

Stephen, a power-hungry forsaken man, awakens in a place he knows nothing of, alongside a bunch of strangers. His stay in this phantasmagorical world will lead to disturbing discoveries, and as he keeps on surviving, the line between right and wrong becomes more and more blurred. In a world where power is the bedrock of society, what if he shed a bit of blood for his goals? Thrilling adventures, outlandish races, endless power at his fingertips, nothing will ever be the same again to him. Aiming to become unrivaled, he'll do anything necessary to become the ultimate existence.

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As Sonjong answered so clearly and quickly, Hyunwoo instantly felt that Mr. Kang was a dependable personality with fine character.
Mr. Kang's name was Hwasik Kang. 
His biggest strength was his rich experience and knowledge. He seemed slow-witted because of his stammering, but Sonjong's description of him made Hyunwoo look at him differently.
Sonjong said, "Mr. Kang was such a fine worker that those who worked with him were scared a bit because he found out the problem once he got down to business."
Mr. Kang always lagged behind when it came to promotion competition. His stammering was one reason, but he didn't know how to flatter his boss. 
"In other words, he is a very capable person," said Hyunwoo.
"Yes, he is. I heard he even received a job offer from a famous law firm."
"Why didn't he accept the offer?"
"Basically, he is a rich man. I heard he inherited a huge amount of  land from his parents, so he didn't need a law firm job that would stress him out."
Only then did Hyunwoo come to realize why Mr. Kang insisted on receiving 500,000 won per month. All he wanted was to find a job to pass time.
He also had a good character with a strong sense of responsibility. Once he was tasked with an assignment, he would carry it out by all means. 
"Besides, he has a wide network of people in Ansan. If he had wanted, he would have been promoted a long time ago, but he had no such ambition," Sonjong continued.
"Wow, how wonderful he is!"
"I think just hiring him would bring us lots of benefits, to say the least. You can save the commission fee of a licensed customs agent by hiring him."
"Commission fee?"
"Yes. If you hire Mr. Kang, a specialist in customs clearance, you don't need to use the licensed customs agent. If you use Unipass, it's free!"
Hyunwoo's eyes widened at that.  
In fact, the commission paid to the agent was very expensive, costing over 10 million per month because of the large number of import items from Vietnam, but Sonjong insisted on using the existing licensed customs agent because if something went wrong with the customs clearance process, Hyunwoo might incur a lot more financial damage.
Come to think of it, Mr. Kang was like a lump of luck that Hyunwoo should never lose.
The next day Hyunwoo headed directly to Ansan Customs Office to relay his message that he would like to open a bonded warehouse as soon as possible. He also wanted to see Mr. Kang once again about hiring him.
"I would like to scout you as the advisor of KOVE DREAM, Mr. Kang," said Hyunwoo.
"Oh, you don't have to. It looks like our chief forced you to hire me. You don't have to, so please don't feel any burden because of me," said Mr. Kang.
"No, I'm serious. I think if I open a bonded warehouse, you will be of great help to us."
"Of course, I think I will."
"That's why I need your help so much. As the advisor, I hope you can take care of the customs clearance process of our products."
Mr. Kang seemed to agonize over that for a moment, thinking that Hyunwoo might feel some burden of hiring him because of his boss's recommendation, but he finally gave in when Hyunwoo strongly pressed on again.
"Got it. Let me accept your offer, but give me only 500,000 won per month. In return let me do my work as much as I see fit." 
Though Hyunwoo insisted on paying him a monthly salary of one million won, Mr. Kang wouldn't budge a bit.
"When you retire this weekend, you can come to work at KOVE DREAM starting next week," said Hyunwoo.
"Sure. As for the bonded warehouse, you had better open it as soon as possible. They will hold a judging committee on the approval of the new applications for the bonded warehouses at the end of this month. You must submit the application before the meeting is held."
"Actually, there is a new warehouse under construction now. It will be completed in two months. Don't you think we can submit the application then?"
"You had better apply for it now with the existing warehouse. When you have a new large warehouse completed, you can just make the necessary adjustment for that. The sooner, the better," Mr. Kang advised.
"Got it."
As Mr. Kang advised, Hyunwoo submitted the application.
The next Monday Hwasik Kang reported to the KOVE DREAM office and exchanged brief greetings with the staff then he immediately began handling the application of opening a  bonded warehouse.
Sonjong was right. 
Hwasik's job performance and responsibility were more than Hyunwoo expected. He prepared all the paperwork necessary for the application and submitted it to the customs office on the same day. 
The customs officer directly tabled it as one of the approval items to be screened by the judging committee without reviewing it or asking for any additional paperwork. 
That meant Hwasik's paperwork was perfect.
"Wow! You're really super!" said Hyunwoo.
"No worries. I've been doing it every day for a long time."
"By the way, can we use Unipass to file the declaration? Right now, we pay almost 10 million won for the licensed customs agent's commission."
"Let me take care of that. Looks like our items don't include anything that needs a quarantine inspection, and all the import products need little paperwork," said Hwasik.
"Can you help us with that, Mr. Kang?"
"Sure, why not?"
Hwasik perfectly handled the customs clearance work. He also obtained the Unipass rights in one day then started to process the import declarations without going through the licensed customs agent. 

***
Hyunwoo stopped by the office of Ani & Funny. 
These days Ani & Funny was driving on without a stop. 
Thanks to Jinhon's Duckling Fly, the animation work Garbage World was gaining great popularity around the world, and Tuti & Angelica was also becoming a great hit.
In particular, the change in animation characters was very effective. Since Garbage World's Season 2 featuring the characters invented by Yu Zuung debuted, it was maintaining an upward trend steadily. 
So, Hyunwoo made a new challenge every time.
Recently, he came up with the idea of making the picture book of Garbage World targeting preschool boys and girls. 
Some looked down on his idea, but his plan was quite ambitious. For his target audience was not Korean children but those around the world, including the United States, Japan, and China.
The sales revenue kept growing. In less than one month since the picture books were on sale, almost 100,000 were sold despite there only being three types of picture books. 
Thanks to the popularity of the picture book, several publishing houses offered publication contracts at a high price. 
Hyunwoo had no reason to reject such offers. He entrusted the Vietnamese branch with making the picture books of other animation works.
The brisk and prosperous business of Ani & Funny filled the office with laughter.
Nobody in the office frowned or complained.
Suddenly, one staffer made an annoying complaint.
"This guy is really driving me nuts," said Jihoon Kang.
"What's the matter? Who is annoying you?" asked some of the staff.
"This guy always posts hate comments on our animation series. I just have no idea why this guy is going after us."
Actually, that guy was familiar to Hyunwoo. As Hyunwoo habitually checked the status of the animation series in Story Mecca whenever he found the time to do so, he knew well that this notorious guy was an online troll.
That guy used the pen name Yenam Noh.
Even that nickname gave the impression that he was full of resentment and rebellion against society. 
In fact, there were so many people who habitually left hate comments in Story Mecca, but Yenam was peculiar in some respect. Instead of presenting any analysis of any specific work, his comments were filled with emotional reaction, which he showed from the very first of the Ani & Funny animation series.
Hyunwoo giggled at Jihoon's frustration, "Hey, just ignore him. If we don't respond, he will fizzle out at the end of the day."
But Jihoon said angrily, "We should not forgive this guy. He will never stop doing this."
"So, do you want to report him to the administrator of Story Mecca?"
Actually, Story Mecca was pretty generous to the readers' comments posted on its website. 
Jihoon gave up, after all. 
"Damn it! I would like to rain abuses on him if I could."
"No, don't do that. You might be in trouble for that, hahaha," said Hyunwoo.
Hyunwoo found something interesting in Yenam's hate comments. 
Be it a novel, webtoon or animation, any work that received his hate comments gained the most popularity. On the other hand, his hate comments could not be found on unpopular works.
How can he find out popular works just to leave hate comments? Hyunwoo wondered.
That was confirmed because he left malicious comments on the very first of Tuti & Angelica animation series. He always left hate comments on other popular works. 
In other words, it looked as if he was searching for not only the most popular works but also other series that could make a hit in Story Mecca.
Hyunwoo regarded Yenam's peculiar behavior as extraordinary. He felt Yenam had some sort of special talent in reacting to the kind of work that might gain popularity.
Hyunwoo's eyes opened wide instantly.
Yenam Noh. This guy must be an enormous hidden talent!

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

Both Chiba and Yuriko were on the edge after they updated the novel.
After all, they had boasted about the ending of the third volume and the beginning of the fourth volume, saying that it would be a grand climax. The book might lose its good reputation if the readers disliked the plot.
Despite that risk, both of them were extremely satisfied with the plot. It was completely logical and reasonable, seen from either the perspective of a light novelist or a reader. Besides, it was the best climax that Chiba could think of.
However, it was futile if they could not gain affirmation from the readers.
Chiba was anxious about the addition of the setting of Ajin in the novel. Even if it was necessary to include this since it was related to the storyline. In addition, adding this new element would give her enough to work with to increase the length of the novel significantly. 
She reckoned that the novel would reach its end after the fourth volume if she wrote that Manatsu Hokuto had solved the case after loading the files. In that case, the whole novel would only be about 40,000 words in length.
She had written short novels before, so she wanted to try writing a longer one.
Therefore, Chiba wanted to know if she could successfully write a long novel. She would end it decisively if she felt emotionally and physically exhausted by the word length. However, she certainly wanted to keep writing the book now, and she was quite passionate about it.
The quality of the novel was related to Yuriko's obsessiveness too.
So, Chiba sat in front of the computer after having updated 20,000 words. She kept refreshing the comments section to view the latest comments.
However, she didn't see any new remarks after refreshing her updated version of the novel a few times... She felt slightly worried about this.
On the other hand, Yuriko was calm. She's dead after all, what else can make her emotions fluctuate as a specter? She consoled Chiba while she was thinking, "Don't worry, Shiori, you updated 20,000 words. It takes time for the readers to finish reading that length. Besides, 'Loading File Of Tokyo' can't be read very quickly or easily - the readers probably need more than 10 minutes to finish reading."
Up until now, Yuriko was extremely confident in the quality of the book. Although she was an acclaimed critic in light-novelling, being good at identifying errors, she never had a book with such excellent performance.
She was worried about the book because she had contributed some of her thoughts to the novel. Even if most of the ideas came from Chiba. She knew that all they could do now was wait for the comments from readers - whether good or bad.
Upon further reflection, Chiba realized she was worrying too much for no real reason. The previous statistics had that "Loading File Of Tokyo" had been hugely successful thus far, and she had effectively pummeled her brain into coming up with the climax. If both Yuriko and she were satisfied with the story, the readers would be satisfied too.
Chiba slowly calmed down, thinking that.
"Let's sleep," Chiba said as she shut down the computer. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over. The readers will undoubtedly give me a dressing down on the site if they dislike the story. It will be better for me not to read it, then, so that it will not spoil my mood. On the other hand, if the comments were all compliments, there would be no difference, even if she read it tomorrow. Moreover, tomorrow was the day when Kazuki would come over to show her the Vision Spell, and she wanted to read the comments together with him.
Kimura came to the Akihide High School at Seigyoku District the next day.
He came in with a joyful expression on his face. After sitting down at a milk tea shop together with Chiba, he said with a grin, "Congratulations to you, the new chapter that you updated yesterday is great." Kimura paid constant attention to the light novel, "Loading File Of Tokyo." He knew that many people were raving about it.
He did not mind that Chiba had included his name in the novel. It would certainly be better if this could help boost the popularity of the novel.
Chiba, who sat opposite to Kimura, looked at him oddly upon hearing that... She wrote that she was married to Kimura in the novel... She had even written that she had given birth to Kimura's children after 50 years. They were a pigeon pair, and she had thought about their names.
Didn't Kazuki say that he didn't read novels?
However, Chiba calmed herself down very quickly. She looked at Kimura, who looked joyful. She cautiously asked, "Have you read the contents of the novel?"
Kimura shook his head when he heard that, "No, I just read the comments." He did not really have time to read the novel. He would not be able to give any constructive suggestions even if he read it. But he went through the commentary site every day and felt relieved when he saw the positive reviews on the website.
Chiba heaved a sigh of relief.
She read through the commentary site in the morning and found that it was overwhelmed with comments. But most of the comments were pressing her to update the novel. Comments were saying that they would deliver cutters to her house and lock her up in a small black room.
She went through those reviews with a faint smile on her face. You don't even know where I stay, you can only say all this verbally. 
However, she knew that apparently, she had written the correct storyline as everybody was singing her praises. 
"It's a peak moment for 'Loading File Of Tokyo.' I think we can start looking for a publisher now." Kimura looked at her and said, "What do you think?"
The novel was written by Chiba and Yuriko, after all. He could not make decisions for them. All he could do was just give them some suggestions, or lend a helping hand if they needed it.
"I will look for some publishers in the industry over the next few days."
"What do you think about Seikisha?" asked Kimura after a brief silence. He continued, "I know Mr. Muraoka from the Seikisha. He's the manager for Seikisha. You should have heard about 'The Sword Saga' before, he's in charge of the project."
Although Seikisha was a new company, it was still a major publishing house that had various manga magazines and animation companies under its name.
If "Loading File of Tokyo" was handed over to Seikisha, it could be published or even adapted to the manga and animated format. The most important thing was to observe how the new animation, "The Sword Saga," performed under Seikisha first. He could reject Seikisha directly if the animation was crudely made. On the other hand, if "The Sword Saga" was successful, he could hand over the 'Loading File of Tokyo' to the company.
Muraoka Hiroshi called him in the afternoon, asking Kimura to introduce him to Miss Gentera. When Kimura frowned and asked him where he got the news, Muraoka Hiroshi had no choice but to tell him honestly that he heard it from Ono Nakamura.
Ono Nakamura had gone to watch the Jade Dragon Flag Competition together with his younger brother.
At that time, he wanted to greet Kimura when he bumped into him on the street at night, but he did not do so when he saw that Kimura was discussing something with Chiba.
However, he heard that both of them were talking about "Loading File Of Tokyo.". By listening in on their conversation, he found out that Chiba was the writer for this novel. He could not help but be shocked. It was the novel that his younger brother had been reading and was obsessed with recently. He had beaten him up several times because of this.
Therefore, he kept this information in mind and immediately told it to his brother-in-law when he got back home.
Muraoka Hiroshi contacted Kimura immediately once he learned about this.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Translated by Coldtaco
Edited by Aelryinth
Chen Mo was quite satisfied. He was worried about the audio side of things of the game, so the skill book was a godsend.
Chen Mo always hired people to do BGM and sound effects for his game, as he did not have any musical bones in him.
For some of the classic games, it will be impossible to recreate them perfectly just from dictation. Therefore it would be better if he took matters into his own hands.
Chen Mo tapped and activated it immediately. The blue skill book turned into rays of light and entered his fingertips.
Chen Mo took out the keyboard from his office that had been provided by the competition officials. Thinking he wouldn't be able to use it, he had put it away, as it was just gathering dust.
After trying out a couple scales, he connected it to the computer and produced a simple ten second long BGM. Chen Mo felt that it sounded alright, and he was able to handle the audio part himself for simpler games.
"Not bad, off to a good start. Now all that's left is to see the results for the two ten spins."
Chen Mo took a deep breath and tapped the ten spins button.
Clack, clack, clack...
The wheel spun up and slowed down constantly, finishing ten spins within thirty seconds. The ten draws showed on the screen in the order they were drawn.
Designer Skill Books: three Coding books, four Level Design books.
Special Skill Books: one +10 Original Art
Special Effects Book: one +10 Animation Skills
Special Equipment: Memory Playback Potion
This caught Chen Mo's attention. Pretty good, ten draws did make a difference! It felt like the chances of drawing blue and purple rares were much higher than single draws!
Chen Mo hurriedly checked out the effects of the special equipment.
Memory Playback Potion: After consuming, freely remember any forgotten or murky memories, lasts for four hours. 
That was pretty good! Chen Mo badly needed that item.
There were many games that Chen Mo had played before that he could barely remember now. Although there was a faint impression, it wasn't enough to reproduce all the details.
With the Memory Playback Potion, Chen Mo would be able to dive into his past memories. As long as he has played it or done a deep dive into it, he'd be able to recall the experience.
Chen Mo consumed the skill books without giving them much thought.
Coding skills +3, Level Design +4. Chen Mo estimated that his true coding ability was about 27, and his true Level Design ability was about 35. Combined with the Memory Playback Potion, recreating some more complicated minigames wasn't a problem.
There were two other Special Skill Books: one for Original Art, another for Animation.
It was obvious that the drawing mechanism was programmed to separate skills, such as art and music, that weren't related to video game engineering, to be part of the Special Skill Books.
Original Art +10, Chen Mo's Original Art skills had been raised to 19, and were now able to deal with games with simpler art styles.
From barely anything to now something, Animation skills were now decent with the +10 skill book. Chen Mo could now do some simple 2D animations, which was key.
-Draw again!-
With another ten draws in him, Chen Mo tapped on the screen once again.
Clack, clack, clack...
The wheel started spinning once again, and another ten items followed it.
Designer Skill Books: seven Storyboarding skill books, two Coding skill books.
Special Equipment: Lucky Capsule.
Chen Mo almost fainted; the difference was way too big!
-You have to be kidding!-
Not only wasn't there a single blue skill book, the green skill books that were drawn were in the most unnecessary aspects, coding and storyboarding!
Chen Mo was hurting after that. Every ten draws cost a hundred thousand RMB!
However, Chen Mo felt better when he saw the special equipment.
Lucky Capsule: After consumption substantially increases luck, lasts for ten minutes.
-What does this do? Am I gonna pick up five million bucks when I go outside?-
-Effect lasts for ten minutes... obviously it was meant to be used alongside drawing ten! Next time I'll find ten million credits and spin for ten ten times!-
"Whatever, I'll save it for next time…"
Chen Mo was now in a sticky situation. With his credits depleted and a hundred thousand RMB in the bank, it would be too risky to dump the rest of it into credits. The safer bet would be to come back after earning some money by producing his first game.
Chen Mo consumed the Storyboarding and Coding books. Although these were Chen Mo's strengths, they were still far from perfect, and in the end they were still useful.
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Cehn Mo turned off the virtual display in an attempt to calm down.
Two hundred thousand RMB spent on top-ups, skill books were drawn, special equipment was drawn, all that's left was for Chen Mo to make his first real game.
Chen Mo was still hesitant on which game to make.
From a pure money-making perspective, a Chinese pay-to-win mobile game from his previous life would be the best choice.
These games weren't super high quality, purely attracting players using the coding side of things. You shouldn't make such a game too much about monetization.
However, Chen Mo was worried about two things.
First was his coding abilities.
The reason Chinese pay-to-win games are able to keep their players paying was by stimulating them using well made code. Just because you improve your strength in game using money doesn't mean the game would be profitable.
Therefore software engineers within the Chinese video game industry had very high statuses, only second to the producer as software engineers control the tempo of the game.
Making the code well would mean giving the game a proper foundation. The game can be saved even if the graphics looked bad or if the playstyle was repetitive. But if the coding weren't done well, the game would be dead on arrival with no breathing room.
As Chen Mo didn't even have thirty points in his coding abilities there were some risks to making a game like this, even with the help of the Memory Playback Potion.
The code for these games were always semi-hidden including combat calculations, attribute growth, effectiveness relationship, economy algorithms etc. Every one of these have their own proprietary configurations, and maintained by professionals, essentially a trade secret where the average joe has no access to it.
Because the code is such a big part of these games, as soon as the code is leaked, other companies will be able to use that as a framework and produce a knockoff.
Chen Mo would have to write all the code by hand if he made a game like this. However, he didn't have confidence manipulating the code based on his current abilities.
There was another problem: player acceptance!
The main method of profit in this world still depended on sales per game.
Top-up services, especially pay-to-win, were not mainstream. Furthermore, there hadn't been anyone fully committed to pay-to-win.
If he produced an average pay-to-win game and the gamers discovered it was pay-to-win, would they accept it?
Would they be strongly against it, negatively affecting him and the company's image? Maybe there would be some players who would just boycott his next games?
It was hard to say. Just because there was a low chance of it happening didn't mean it wouldn't happen. As this was Chen Mo's first game, he didn't want to take the risk.
The tastes of gamers and the place for pay-to-win games in this world were unknown, and the grounds needed to be tested, step by step. One misstep might be devastating.
Therefore, Chen Mo chose to make a safer choice, and make a stand-alone game and an honest living out of it.
Stabilizing himself using this game, at least putting the name of Thunderbolt Gaming out there, and then slowly testing the limits of the players was what Chen Mo had in mind!


Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!
Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool. 

After Tang Wulin's outburst, the tournament quickly came to a close.




The crowd had been surprised when they heard that Huang Yu wasn't participating in the finals, but Huang Yu himself didn't give a rat's ass.




Gu Yue and Xie Xie had come out in a narrow victory against Zhou Yangzi and Wang Jingxi. They had nearly lost when the students of class one used their spirit fusion technique but Gu Yue's splendid control over the elements edged out a win.




This battle had proved something to everyone watching though. It became painfully obvious that despite not being at the level of a certain red-haired, there were still many prodigies in this years grade one.




That night after the Class Promotion Tournament, Huang Yu, along with Xie Xie and Gu Yue were in the infirmary looking at a person on a bed.




This person was Tang Wulin.




"How long will it take for him to awaken Huang Yu?" Gu Yue asked inquisitively. Huang Yu had told the both of them that he had sent Tang Wulin into suspended animation to stop his rampage. This state would only last for a few hours, then, he would naturally wake up.




When they had found out what Huang Yu did, shock marred their faces. The two of them had thought Tang Wulin had just burnt his own body out after releasing such devastating power.




They didn't expect that it was actually Huang Yu who had knocked him out. All he did was poke his chest for God's sake.




However, the both of them quickly calmed down from their shock. Their red-haired teammate had always done things like these. Hence, their recovery speed from their shock became quicker and quicker each time.




"He should be waking up around 8 o'clock, give or take a few minutes." Huang Yu answered.




Xie Xie merely frowned as he looked at Tang Wulin.




Minutes passed by relatively quickly as everyone stayed silent in the room.




Before the long hand of the clock could reach twelve to signify the arrival of the next hour, Tang Wulin let out a miserable groan from the bed.




Huang Yu, Gu Yue and Xie Xie stiffened up as they heard this. Huang Yu readied to battle as he saw Tang Wulin wake up. Usually, in Xianxias, the person with the corrupting power needed to be knocked unconscious to return them to their senses. However, he didn't know if it was the same here.




Tang Wulin twisted and turned in the bed for a bit. His eyelids slowly fluttered open before he sat up on the bed.




As Tang Wulin finally fully opened his eyes, Huang Yu tensed his arm in preparation to send Tang Wulin back into suspended animation.




Luckily, he didn't need to.




"Guys?" Tang Wulin's voice called out gently.




A soft sigh left Huang Yu's mouth as he relaxed his arm.




Xie Xie burst towards Tang Wulin before grabbing him on the shoulders. "Wulin! Are you ok?! What happened back there?!" A barrage of questions left Xie Xie's mouth as he showed an expression of worry.




"Xie Xie, please Wulin some space. He just woke up"




Xie Xie immediately stopped his actions. He glanced towards Gu Yue before letting go of Tang Wulin, "Sorry."




Tang Wulin grimaced when he saw Xie Xie's actions. "No, you don't need to apologise. I should be the one apologising here."




With a grunt, he got out of the bed.




"Xie Xie, I'm sorry for what I did just now." Tang Wulin apologised genuinely.




"No worries dude. I'm not mad about it. Just a bit surprised." Xie Xie smiled before continuing, "Can you answer my questions now? What happened to you?"




Tang Wulin gave a wry smile. "Gimme a sec"




Huang Yu stood there as Tang Wulin approached him. Looking into his eyes, Huang Yu could no longer see any of the previous madness so he didn't put his guard up.




When Tang Wulin stood directly in front of him, he looked Huang Yu directly in the eyes. The insecurities of yesterday were still there, but Huang Yu could tell that he was a lot more confident than before




'Although he got wrecked by me just now, I guess that the secret powerup he got really boosted his confidence.' Huang Yu thought.




Tang Wulin let out a long breath. "Huang Yu, I'm sorry for attacking you just now. The reason I attacked is related to why I went missing the past week."




Huang Yu accepted the apology and raised an eyebrow since he had more or less guessed what was going on.




Xie Xie, however, seemed intrigued when he heard this




As for Gu Yue, who knew what was going on inside her head at the moment.




"I have awakened some sort of bloodline. However, it seemed to have rampaged when I saw you Huang Yu."




When Huang Yu heard this, his eyes narrowed instantly. Was it related to the eye on his forehead?




Gu Yue spoke up at this moment. "You should ask Teacher Wu about this tomorrow. Maybe he would know what's going on."




A wry smile appeared on Tang Wulin's face. "I hope so."




After a short checkup from a nurse at the infirmary, Tang Wulin was deemed free to leave.




As everyone made their way back to the dorms, Huang Yu couldn't help but think,




'Gu Yue���s acting kinda strange. I have a strange feeling this is related to her. I don't want to pry into her secrets since she's keeping mine but this matter is related to me.'
— — — —
At the academy field, Huang Yu was standing underneath the hot sun along with the rest of his classmates, listening to Long Hengxu's speech.




"Today's first grade assembly is to announce two things. First, due to the special circumstances of this year's first grade, the victorious class will no longer be continuing with the Class Promotion Tournament, but the classes of the first grade will still be rearranged according to the results. Namely, what was originally class five is now class one. And all of the other classes have been rearranged accordingly."
An uproar appeared among the students of Huang Yu's class that had been promoted to the new class one. They had wanted to ride off of the coattails of Huang Yu and the others to get the rewards for challenging the upper grades.




A bit of disappointment flashed in Huang Yu's eyes. He had wanted to test out the limits of his strength fighting with people in the upper grades. Unfortunately, this was not to be.




Long Hengxu continued, "In light of the new class one's outstanding achievements in this tournament, the entire class will be rewarded with one meal a day from the first window for one term."




'Hoh? That is pretty generous of the school.' Huang Yu thought. One should know that the meals from the first window were so expensive that most families couldn't even afford it. It would cost an astronomical sum of money to feed so many mouths food from that window.




The previous discontent murmuring turned into cheering. They seemed to share the same thoughts as Huang Yu.




Long Hengxu frowned when he heard this. "Quiet down!"




It was only then did the cheering gradually subside.




Long Hengxu resumed. "Due to the excellence of this year's first grade, the board of directors has decided to conduct a study. We are establishing an experimental class in the first grade that will be comprised of the best students in the grade. It will temporarily be called class zero, and Wu Zhangkong will be the teacher in charge. The students for class zero have already been selected. From class one, we have Huang Yu, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue. From class two, we have Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng. In the future, any other student who shows exceptional ability will also be put into class zero."




Class Zero? From the explanations, it seemed something like a classroom of the elite.




'How did Tang Wulin get in though? Was it because of his brief performance yesterday?' Huang Yu asked in his head.




When Huang Yu turned to look at Wu Zhangkong, he could tell from his teacher's expression that he had already known about it.




"President, do you have any words to say?" Long Hengxu asked, looking at Yu Zhen to his side.




Yu Zhen nodded and began speaking with a clear voice. "Students, I am sure you are all very curious as to why we established class zero. This is because the students we have picked out have already far surpassed the level of their peers. If they were to continue advancing with the other students, their talent would be buried. In summary, if you wish to shine in the future, then you must put in even more effort! I hope that I will see more students joining class zero later on, going on to become the greatest geniuses of Eastsea Academy!




Alright then, the assembly is over. You may all leave now. Teachers, lead your classes back. Long Hengxu will act as class one's substitute teacher until a new teacher can be found. Wu Zhangkong and the students of class zero will remain here."
Filled with shock, admiration, envy, and regret, the students of the five classes returned to their classrooms, leaving only the president as well as those of the newly established class zero.
"Children, come over here." Yu Zhen beckoned everyone over.




Although some of them were reluctant, everyone still went over.




"For starters, I'll sweep what happened yesterday under the rug Tang Wulin. Teacher Wu has already informed me about your situation."




Tang Wulin let out a breath of relief before nodding.




"Next, we'll talk more about Class Zero. The school is going to invest a lot of resources into you, so we need you to sign this contract." With a flip of his hand, a pile of papers appeared, and he quickly distributed them to all the students.




When Huang Yu read the contract, a wry grin spread on his face.




It read: Person XXX voluntarily enters a contract with Eastsea Academy. Before XXX graduates from the intermediate division and the advanced division, they will not change schools.




He didn't hesitate to sign it. Why wouldn't he? Even in this world, a minor can't be sued for not honouring a contract. He was exactly that: a minor.




He would only get benefits from signing this contract. The contract wouldn't hold power over him at all. He could leave unobstructed if he ever found greener fields.




Xie Xie meekly asked, "President, shouldn't we discuss with our families before signing this?"




Yu Zhen blinked a few times. "Of course you can! You can go back and discuss it, but you won't be able to join class zero anymore. I am a very busy person, and I don't have the time to wait for you."




Huang Yu sighed in his head. This was the oldest trick in the book. He was trying to put a sense of urgency inside the heads of the students to force them to panic-sign. And it was even more effective since everyone here were children. (he technically wasn't though)
Tang Wulin didn't care about all that. He signed immediately.




When Gu Yue saw that both Tang Wulin and Huang Yu had signed, so did she.




Seeing everyone else, signing it, Xie Xie did the same.




Zhou Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, who were from the new class two, signed the contract as well. However, Wei Xiaofeng, who was from the same class as them, chose not to.




After Wei Xiaofeng left, Yu Zhen let out a gentle smile.




"Alright then. You have all signed the contract so from now on, you are the elites of the academy. We will respect Wei Xiaofeng's decision but in the future, I definitely believe that he will regret his choice this day. Although our Eastsea Academy isn't ranked too highly on this continent, we are still the sole intermediate Soul Master academy in this major city. With all of our resources poured into you, I dare say that not even the legendary Shrek Academy could match us."




Huang Yu hearing this couldn't help but think that Yu Zhen was a disgusting person.

A man is transmigrated in Douluo Dalu 3 world with the powers of Okhwang from God of Highschool. First novel, please cut me some slack. Trying to improve.

Littleflower climbed up and looked at the beast at the end of his bed. He was curious.
The beast stood up and walked around him, observing, all the while smiling. The beast was Old Cat. When the sanctuary gate was open, he had managed to sneak back in. Everyone was focusing on the xenogeneic monster and officer; no one had seen the cat sneak inside.
"You are Littleflower?" Old Cat walked around some more before sitting down in front of Littleflower. He looked at the child and smiled.
Littleflower nodded, and with curiosity, he asked, "Are you a cat?"
Old Cat had a cold sweat. His mouth twitched, but he still said, "Littleflower, would you like to play a game?"
"No." Littleflower shook his head.
"Why not? It'll be fun." Old Cat looked depressed.
"Mom told me not to bully animals." Littleflower spoke with seriousness.
Old Cat almost choked. He rolled his eyes and pulled out an item before him. He said, "Littleflower, if you win this game, I will give this to you."
Littleflower looked at it carefully. It was a beautiful gemstone like a fist. A lovely-looking smoke or mist enshrouded it.
Seeing Littleflower show no interest, Old Cat said, "How about this, then? If you simply play with me, I'll give this to you."
But Littleflower shook his head. "Mom said I shouldn't accept gifts from strangers."
Old Cat wanted to grind his teeth, but he quickly scrambled to say, "Then we should play the game. If you win, it's yours."
Littleflower looked at the gemstone, and then looked at Old Cat. He blinked and said, "If I win, can I not have the gemstone? Can I have a doll instead?"
"What doll?" Old Cat did not know what Littleflower was talking about.
Littleflower looked at Old Cat and asked, "Aren't you an AI doll?"
"You are the doll. You're all dolls!" Old Cat was angered by the question, and he resisted the urge to punch Littleflower. He forced himself to present a smile and said, "Okay, but only if you win."
"Great! Let's play the game, then." Littleflower clapped.
Old Cat, hearing that Littleflower finally wanted to play, sighed. He touched his body and pulled out a box.
"Are you a doraemon?" Littleflower asked Old Cat, his eyes wide.
Old Cat ignored the question and simply opened the box. There was a book inside it.
Old Cat brought the book out and flipped it open to the first page. There was a picture on it, of a human body in a strange position. There were a lot of green and red dots. It was a complicated image.
"Littleflower, here is the game. You have to copy my posture. If you can, you win." Old Cat squinted and smiled.
"Okay." Littleflower nodded.
"Watch carefully, then," Old Cat said, then assumed a strange position, in accordance to the book.
The animation inside the book looked weird, and the fact that it was being done by a cat made it even stranger.
Littleflower looked at Old Cat and imitated him. For Littleflower, it wasn't difficult, as he had a very bendy body.
"Try and breathe like me," Old Cat said. He kept the position, but started breathing with a strange rhythm.
Littleflower followed, and it was no big deal.
Old Cat looked quite happy, so he flipped to the second page and said, "You did that? Wow! Let's try the next."
Old Cat followed the instructions in the book, and animated himself in the positions demonstrated. Littleflower thought it was funny, but he followed and found it to be fun, putting himself in various positions.
Old Cat started to feel happy, but as more and more animations were done, he eventually became shocked. He was frozen with the surprise.
Littleflower was able to follow perfectly, all with the greatest of ease.
"No way! Is he super lucky or can he really just learn all of this?" Old Cat felt so shaky, he had trouble flipping the pages of the book with his claws.
As he did more animations, Littleflower followed suit without flaw. The movements and rhythms were precise, and he had no trouble doing as instructed.
Old Cat was happy, but he also had a thought. "If Littleflower learns everything, I'm going to lose."
Old Cat didn't actually plan on losing, though. He wanted Littleflower to try out a few animations so he could see if the child was talented, that's all. But it was no longer about a test of talent. As Old Cat flipped through the book, he knew that Littleflower was going to become something amazing in time.
There were only three pages left, and nothing had challenged Littleflower yet. It didn't seem as if it was difficult at all for the child to learn the positions.
"Oh no! It is no wonder the monster in Sky Palace wants him. This is very weird." Old Cat clenched his jaws and finished off the final three animations.
Littleflower had trouble doing them, but only a small amount. He was still able to complete them.
"Cat doll, you lose!" Littleflower looked right at Old Cat. He wasn't stupid, and he knew Old Cat had been following the book, and now there were no fresh pages left to do.
Old Cat was a little mad, but shock was the reigning emotion.
Littleflower did not know what the book was about, but Old Cat did. It demonstrated breathing techniques, and very few people could actually copy its teachings.
"There is one more animation. If you can do this, then I lose." Old Cat laughed.
After Old Cat spoke, he assumed a position. It was not from the book, but it didn't look difficult and Littleflower thought he would perform it with ease.
But when Old Cat assumed the posture, he spat out some air that became a purple swordlight in front of him.
"If you can learn that, then and only then will I admit defeat. I won't be just your doll. I'd accept you as my grandpa." Old Cat was very cocky about this.
Although Littleflower knew the movements thus far, they were all things he could copy. Learning something like what Old Cat had just done could take years. You couldn't just generate a sword on a whim.
But the next second, Old Cat was shocked. Littleflower opened his mouth, and a swordlight appeared in front of him.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

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