Just a few Pokemon fan fiction ideas. Might come up with more later if I can think of any else. 
Enjoy!

The book's cover was pure black and there was only four letters 'BOOK' written on it. Flipping through the first page, Zhao Yao saw a huge chunk of words on it:
BOOK: Lv1(0/100)
Pet(1/1):Matcha
Grade:Lv1(0/10)
Loyalty: 100
Ability: Timefreeze, ability duration 3 seconds, cooldown time 3 seconds
There was a small additional mark behind the grade and ability sections, and it was grey now. Zhao Yao was tempted to flip the page but felt an invisible force overwhelming him, rendering him powerless to flip, and he could only look at the headings which stated mission, evolution, and et cetera. However, he did not have the power to flip the book.
Zhao Yao only grew more curious when he read through the synopsis of his BOOK, "according to Matcha and my testings, his ability is in fact exactly as what is stated in the book. Hence time freeze is this silly cat's ability, while my ability lies in the book? He is Lv1; my book is Lv1 as well?"
Reminiscing the many messages in his brain, the process of his thoughts and feelings combining to form this book, Zhao Yao suspected that this book was his actual ability, and time freeze should be Matcha's ability.
After a sleepless night, Zhao Yao applied for one day's leave, got the landlord to fix the chandelier in the bedroom and decided to go to work the next day.
The use of the ability had to be thought through carefully. The ability might give him countless benefits, but it could very likely incite suspicion and jealousy from bystanders, which was why he planned to live life the way it used to be and remain status quo.
…
The next day, Matcha was lying on the sofa, stuffing one pawful of small fish into his mouth, and his huge eyes fully focused on the television. It was broadcasting the cartoon, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
Seeing the characters in the cartoon display their abilities, his pupils dilated, "Ohh~ There's actually such a method of use."
Upon speaking, the fish in his bowl ended up in his mouth at the next instant. Evidently, he used his ability to put the fish into his mouth within the three seconds when time froze.
Zhao Yao walked out of his bedroom and saw that Matcha was lying on the sofa, and he said, "You're eating too much, look at yourself now, getting fatter by the day! Be wary of fatty liver and high blood pressure."
Matcha rolled his eyes, "Oh please, I'm a Li Hua. I'll get fat even from drinking water."
Zhao Yao uncontrollably rolled his eyes too, "If you get so fat that you cannot clean your waste after yourself in the future, don't hope that I'll clean up for you."
He might have said that, but Zhao Yao still could not stop himself from stroking Matcha's head, with the latter smiling from eye to eye and saying, "use more force!"
Zhao Yao, while stroking his cat, thought, 'time could freeze for 3 seconds, and if used appropriately, there are a lot of moneymaking opportunities. However, to get the least backlash, nothing can be illegal, and the ability cannot be revealed to anyone…'
Zhao Yao already had some ideas, but he also understood that if the ability did not have significant side effects, and that it could constantly be used, there was no limit to his future.
8.30am, Zhao Yao left his house on time and bought a bun from a small shophouse he passed by. He reached his office lobby after another 5 minutes of walking.
The greatest benefit of his rented flat was that it was so near to his office.
Zhao Yao was a programmer by profession, and on his graduation year, his starting pay could be considered as average.
He might not fret when it comes to day-to-day food and survival. However, to flourish and buy a flat and car in Jianghai city, he had far from enough. That was also why the first thing that came to his mind when he discovered the time freeze ability was to earn lots of money and to buy a car and a house. To have a house that belonged to him in this globalized big city.
Once he stepped into the office, he greeted his colleagues and went back to his desk.
At this moment, something grabbed his attention in his line of sight.
There was a beautiful woman with long wavy hair and huge, bright eyes which looked like shiny stars. Her glowing skin seemed liked egg whites, and her long slender legs attracted Zhao Yao's gaze.
Zhao Yao knew this woman; she was the newest graduate of the Human Resources department, called Sonia. Apparently, she just graduated this year and came from a nearby university.
Looking at her walk into the HR room, Zhao Yao began to imagine situations with her.
Although he was not familiar with her, it was inevitable for him to notice such a beautiful woman. Zhao Yao's mood brightened by just staring at her.
In reality, many of Zhao Yao's male colleagues seemed to have started going after Sonia.
Even though Zhao Yao developed a liking for her, but the past year at work taught him that financial stability was the basis of love and marriage, which was why he never dared to attempt to have a relationship.
However, with the ability to freeze time, his heart thought otherwise.
The next moment, he activated the ability. Time froze, and everything was at a standstill. His colleagues froze. Zhao Yao's feelings for her came pouring out of him.
"The current me, I'm no longer an average human."
"I now can live the life I want to live."
Three seconds passed by, Zhao Yao saw the revitalized world, and his eyes glowed with a certain brightness.
At this moment, the book in Zhao Yao's brain shone brightly, and the chapter with the mission opened unknowingly.
Written in the book was:
Mission: To get stronger, begin from eating.
Target: To earn a million RMB within a month, to provide luxury food for Matcha, no more inferior food.
Reward for mission: 10 Experience points
Failure to complete mission: Deduction of 10 Experience points
Zhao Yao's eyes shone when he saw the mission content in his book. However, he could not help but complained when he saw the mission's target.
"Earn a million RMB in a month… I might as well rob a bank."
"And this deduction of 10 experience points, Matcha's experience is currently 0. A deduction of 10 wouldn't lead to a loss in ability, would it? Or since my book started from 0, the deduction would lead to the book being destroyed?"
An anger surged from within Zhao Yao when he saw the punishment for failing the mission. However, after the brief dissatisfaction, he immediately thought, "A million might be a big number, but with my ability, it is not entirely impossible."
As he thought, Zhao Yao's already started formulating an idea. He immediately opened the web browser and searched for information online.
Soon after, he sent an email applying for leave. Looking around the office, however, he realized that his counterpart was not in today.
Looking at the time, Zhao Yao frowned, "Forget it, I'll just leave."
As to the million RMB, he already had a solution.
"Come to think of it; the fastest way would have to be Macau."
There were many ways to make money by stopping time, and one of which was to used it in gambling, and Macau was the most appropriate place to gamble in China.


"Let go of that kitty cat!"

A shooting star whizzed through the sky, causing countless super powers to appear on Earth.

However, the main characters that awaken during this phenomenon aren't humans, but cats...

During this event, this same thought appeared in the minds of countless cats: "Am I a god?"

Zhao Yao, an ordinary human, is the only person that can control these super cats.

Zhao Yao: "Am I a god?"

………………

TL's Intro：

Zhao Yao, the protagonist of the story, is the most ordinary man you could possibly imagine. Since graduating from college, he had been engulfed by his bureaucratic workplace and its toxic environment. To make things worse, he has neither a car, money nor a girlfriend. The only silver lining was his fat and lazy cat, Matcha, which provided a semblance of company and friendship.

However, things were about to change drastically for Zhao Yao and Matcha. One shooting star will transform their lives into anything but ordinary.

Chu Yu stared blankly at the ancient book in front of him.
Was this some supreme, almighty manual?
The whole thing just left him puzzled.
And… Did this mean that he was being taken in as an apprentice?
Was this really Sage Confucius?
Chu Yu looked back up at the statue behind the table.
He did not attempt to use his vertical eye to examine it. Because during this period, he had already discovered, it might be due to his limited cultivation, but his vertical eye was not omnipotent.
Moreover, he did not dare commit any acts of blasphemy on this statue in front of him!
It was of a saint teacher ah!
There was no need to know what was Confucius’s status and power in the cultivation world. Over 2000 years ago in China, he took in countless of disciples and educated tens of thousands of citizens. His Confucian school of thought laid the foundation for later societies, leading to his eternal canonization as a saint.
Just merely one of his accolades was enough to earn him the respects of countless people!
Thus, Chu Yu’s heart was filled with reverence towards this senior sage.
However, from his visual observation, Chu Yu found that this statue seemed different from the statues of Confucius he saw before.
Those statues did not exude any immortal energy, and almost all of them painted a caring image of Confucius.
However, not only did this statue ripple with immortal energy, it also brimmed with heroic spirit!
By heroic spirit, it was referring to heroic mettle!
Hero!
This reminded Chu Yu of a Confucian belief which was previous emasculated!
Perhaps one of his most famous words were "Requite evil with good".
However, this was a complete distortion of Confucius’s intentions, lying to countless of people for over 2000 years.
Confucius said: Requite evil with good, then what do we requite good with? Requite injustice with justice; requite good with good.
What did "Requite evil with good" mean? If someone stepped you on your foot, would you look at him with a sweet expression and say that you weren’t angry? Would you offer him to have a kick at your foot next?
What were they trying to pull with this?
This was the scheme by those monarchs who tried to maintain their self interests 2000 years ago. They removed the essence behind Confucius’s words, causing them to lose its original meaning.
This was a mere thing used to fool the citizens!
It was only till recent times when thinking had become more broad. The citizens were no longer foolish, and when they revisted Confucius’s text, they finally understood Confucius’s original meaning.
But these emasculated idea had been passed down for more than a thousand years, so it still lingers on to this date.
Chu Yu did not like it.
Ever since Chu Yu was young, he had wished for the guidance of a master teacher.
From 60 million years ago to now, there were too many fractures in the transfer of knowledge and culture.
Even though the Chu Clan was an underworld clan, and even if those clan members in separate pocket dimensions were counted, there weren't any supreme experts in the Chu Clan.
He could still find advice during the foundational stages of cultivation, but to discuss about higher levels… There was no point thinking about it.
Moreover, while there was quite a number of books in the Chu Clan's Hidden Library, the truly useful ones were few.
In the former years, the Chu Clan Ancestor hastily left Earth and entered into a separate pocket dimension. However, he bring with him many useful manuals.
And as time passed, many legacies and countless treasures were buried in the grand passage of time.
So, even though the poles had currently reversed, resulting in the revitalisation of spiritual energy, it was difficult to reform the great and grand world of cultivation which existed 60 million years ago. Clearly… It required much more time.
The cultivators of today, could somewhat be considered the first generation of trailblazers!
What they needed to learn, to do, to regain… was truly too much!
Not just the Chu Clan, but most of the underworld clans were roughly facing the same situation.
In a commoner's eye, they were high and mighty people who stayed in pocket dimensions, just like gods and immortals.
In reality, they were on their last legs, barely maintaining themselves as they degrade progressively. Each generation was worse than the last.
In the years without revitalised spiritual energy, they lived arduously. Compared to commoners, they merely had slightly better medicine and some cultivation legacies.
Over these 60 million years, the underworld clans, or even ancient sects and schools, which naturally died out…. were like carp in a river; too many to count!
That's why, if this statue was really of the respected sage who changed the world over 2000 years ago, and if he really was a supreme, mighty existence, then being able to accept him as a master was simply a dream come true for Chu Yu!
"Mr really wants to accept me as a disciple?"
Chu Yu's heart surged with emotions as he rushed to bow towards the statue.
Huala!
The ancient book on the table soundless flipped itself to the first page.
There, lied two seal characters in the ancient Chinese language - Superclass.
Chu Yu was slightly doubtful, his brows slightly twitched as he wondered about the meaning behind "Superclass".
Cultivation Superclass?
This name… was a little too huge right?
He slowly stepped forward, wanting to flip through this ancient book and see the content behind.
In the hall, the majestic voice resounded once more.
"Enter my sect. Learn my ways. Pass my dao. Expand my ideas."
Chu Yu frowned, but he still continued to extend his hand forward to try and flip the book. After which,his hand directly passed through the book, slapping down on the cold table surface below.
"..." Chu Yu was speechless as he looked on with disbelief; he continued to try and place his hand on the ancient book.
Slap! Pa! Slap…
Yes, they all landed on the cold and hard surface of the table.
"This is… fake?"
Chu Yu murmured to himself.
Thereafter, the ancient book flipped to the next page.
Similarly written in seal characters: Cultivation is vast and boundless. Within the human body, conceals an entire cosmos. Cultivating oneself, is thus, the path of cultivation. The human body has 365 true acupoints and 12 true meridians. There are also 8 extraordinary meridians and over 1000 minor acupoints. To cultivate to the higher level, requires one to open all the acupuncture points, meridians...
The ancient book wasn't very thick; it looked to only have 10 over pages. But each page contained many words, all with small seal characters.
This page primarily illustrated some ideas with regards to cultivation.
Even though it didn't go into the specifics on how to cultivate, Chu Yu was bedazzled, as though he was looking at a treasure!
Because the introductory knowledge described on this page had never been seen by Chu Yu before!
According to this Superclass book, only opening 365 true acupoints could not be considered to be the Great Circle of Acupoint Charging.
It could only be considered a Small Circle!
By only opening 365 acupoints, one could only open the 12 true meridians.
By attaining this Small Circle, one could reach higher stages, but would forever lose the opportunity to get stronger!
According to the theory in Superclass, only through opening every single acupoints and meridians then would the human cosmos be fully ignited!
Only this could be considered the true… cultivation!
The was the illustrious fusion between Heaven and Human.
If one didn't open all the acupoints and didn't perforate all the meridians, then how could he achieve Heaven-Human fusion?
If one couldn't achieve Heaven-Human fusion, then what's the point in chasing the path to immortality?
This Superclass was the culmination of theories from countless cultivation techniques.
It was specially for the opening of all the acupoints and meridians in the body!
In the past, if anyone were to raise this sort of cultivation to Chu Yu, he would either remain sceptical, or even scoff at it.
But seeing this ancient book from the saint teacher, he had to believe it.
Chu Yu kowtowed in front of the statue, uttering in reverence, "Mighty teacher, please accept disciple's three kowtows!"
After three kowtows, the ancient book drifted slowly and landed in front of Chu Yu, just like a feather.
This time, Chu Yu extended his hand and held the ancient book in his hand.
It had become real!
A sage’s methods were truly profound and enigmatic.

The eagle soars through the sky; the fish leaps over the dragon's gate; the bear roars and the tiger growls; all things in the world have a spirit. At the ends of Earth, the poles and magnetic field re-align; the world changes. The world that we were so used to, is no longer.

When myths turn to reality; when legends are no longer enigmatic, the world is now limitless.

...

"Why~ exactly should I allow~ you to leave for the capital?" Roswaal tells me while seated. "Emilia and the business she has there is completely unrelated to you." 

"I know this, however I wish to go anyway." I say before continuing. "I have no interest in Emilia's business there, I merely want to go and thank Reinhard for his help back then." 

Roswaal hearing my words taps his finger on his desk and then replies. "Suburu, you are also my employee correct?" 

"Yes, you are without a doubt both my boss and lord." 

Hearing this reply, Roswaal just smirks. "Then why~ should I allow my employee with barely~ a week of work experience take a break so suddenly?" 

Hearing his point, I also have the same smirk painted upon my face. "Then all I need to do is do a job of yours at the capital correct?" 

Roswaal then leans back in his chair with an impressed expression. "My~, my~, how very thoughtful of you Suburu. If it's like that, then I suppose~ I can allow you to go." 

"Thank you lord Roswaal." 

And with a bow to show my gratitude I leave his office. And looking out a window as I walk I can't help but sigh as I make out an estimate of the time. 

"Looks like I got to head to village." 

...

"Oh! It's Suburu!"

Walking up to the village I am greeted by Petra. 

"Evening Petra!" I say while I ruffle her hair with a slight smile on my face. "I'm not here for supplies today, just doing a quick check on the populace and any to see if any issues are present." 

Petra then looks up at me with a confused expression before asking. "Populace? Can you eat that?" 

Hearing her I can't help but laugh a bit before patting her head again. "The populace is the people in the village, the villagers here make up a populace of people." 

"Oh! So is Suburu a part of the populace also?" 

"Eeeer... I guess you could say that."

...

After speaking with the village head, I learned that everything is going fine according to him. Or at least it's nothing they can't handle at least. 

I decided to a play a game or two with the children today as I had promised them while I was here yesterday. 

And I didn't have my duel with Arthur today. Apparently he and his old man got into a argument on who could hunt the most wolgrams. They've apparently been at it since this morning and just got back an hour before my arrival. 

Arthur won with a count of 8 wolgrams. His dad only got ahold of 5. But since they've been at it for so long, Arthur wasn't in the shape to spar with me. 

However, I'm sitting here in my room going over this worlds language and stories. I also have a coin that I flip in between my knuckles every now and then between my off hand as I turn a page every now and then to continue my research. 

*bang bang* 

"Excuse me Suburu." Emilia's voice then comes through. "I was wondering if I could speak with you for a second about something." 

"Sure I don't mind." I say while I flip to another page. "Also the door is unlocked." 

Hearing me Emilia opens my door and looks at me sitting a my desk. Seeing this, she goes near me and sits on a area of my bed that closest to me. 

"I've heard from Roswaal that your going with me to capital tomorrow." Emilia says before making a complicated face. "I was wondering why that was?" 

Hearing this I finish reading this page of my book before calmly book marking and closing it with a soft bang. I then also put my coin down before turning my chair around to face Emilia. 

"Has lord Roswaal told you about how I'm going there for work?" 

Hearing me, Emilia nods. "Yes but I was just curious to if you had any other plans in the capital." 

Hearing this I just answer her casually. "Yes, I also have some plans in the capital. However, it only involves me thanking the sword saint for his help, and I want to do a bit of browsing with the amount of money I've earned working here." 

"Oh!" Emilia says while adopting a look of realization. "I also have to thank the sword saint as well, thank you for reminding me Suburu." 

Understanding that she has gotten what she wanted, I turn around and decide to pick up a quill. I then grab two pieces of paper and set it in front of me. 

"Goodnight Suburu." 

Noticing my actions, Emilia realizes that it's time to go and steps out my door. 

"Night Emilia." 

*click* 

Noticing the sound of my door being closed I focus on my paper and start to write a short summary of my day with my right hand. And once done with that I set it aside and focus on the second piece of paper. 

I then switch my quill to my left hand and write a series of ideas I could probably apply for when I use my magic. When I was thrown into this body I hadn't developed any muscle memory. 

So now I'm trying my hardest to use every part of my body naturally. This begins simply with both hands. This is so I don't develop a habit of unconsciously using my dominant side for every situation I find myself in.

I then take a look outside my bedroom window and notice the Moon staring back at me. Guess it's time to end this session for tonight.

...

A guy dies and is reincarnated into re zero.
Simple enough right? But what if he wasn’t crazy and instead was a normal human being who wanted to avoid dying? What if he wanted at least some form of power to avoid being chained by a certain crazy witch and her army of obsessed simps!!!

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I do not own Re:Zero, all works and achievements go towards Tappei Nagatsuki

Luke walked into a large office type building. The entire first floor was empty. Luke went into the elevator. He clicked the button that said basement. The elevator closed. The elevator went down then it stopped. The doors open to a long hallway. 

Calm down Luke this is just safely measures. There is nothing to worry about. Luke thought as he walked through the hallway. He came to a large metal door. He went to a pad putting in a code, then a scanner scanned his finger and then his eye. The door started to open to find more hallway. Luke walked through the hallway to a door. He opened it to see a dark room with a lot of tables and chairs with incomplete tech on them. A someone was at a large computer writing code. 

" Excuse me. I am a new researcher assistant.  Are you the one I spoke to on the phone." Luke said hesitantly.  

The person stopped tying for a minute glancing at Luke then continued to write the code. "Will, I guess I need to introduce myself. My name is Eley Sten. I'm the lead researcher. So I didn't catch your name on the phone. " A feminine voice said. 

" My name is Luke. So Ms. Sten what is you working on right now." Luke said curiously walking to the computer.

" This is an A.I program that I'm working on. It is supposed to search for superhuman phenomenons around the world with the use of a satellite. The satellite isn't complete yet so I'm going to need you to finish the satellite." Ms. Sten said pointing to a door that said " Control environment. 

" Wait, I thought entire teams work on one satellite for years. How am I going to finish the satellite?" Luke said concerned. 

" Well, that's why I choose you as my assistant because you are the smartest person in the world so they say. You can figure it out you have three months to create a faster way to build a satellite and complete them both. Good luck." Ms. Sten said smirk. 

" Well, whatever. I'm going home so I can think of a way to do this. " Luke said walking to the exit. 

" Oh yeah, I need a progress report every week. You will be paid every other week. " Ms. Sten said. 

" Thank you for your kindness in hiring me," Luke said bowing to Ms. Sten. Luke going up the elevator. 

Well, I'm pretty sure we have a lot of funding from lots of sources. So we basically have unlimited money. So I have to think of a way to make the building process faster. I may have to look through my notebook. Luke thought walking out of the elevator towards the door. Three men walked into the building. One was wearing a weird looking hazmat suit on. It had tubes going in and out of the suit most to a pack. The two men next to the man were wearing a black and white suit. The two men looked at Luke as he went past them. 

An hour later or so at Luke's house. Luke walked into the house as two kids ran past the door. Luke went into the dining room to the left of the door. He saw papers on the table. Luke glanced at the paper. There was the word "Late notice on them" in all caps and red ink. Luke away trying to forget what he saw. He went into the living room to see that a man was sitting on the couch with a beer watching to tv. The man looked at Luke disgustedly. Luke walked past the tv going to a doorway on the other side of the room. 

" What took you so long to come home today. It's not like you have a superpower to be a hero." The man said mimicking Luke taking a drink of his beer. Luke just ignored him and continued to walk to the doorway. Behind the doorway was a flight of stairs. Luke went up the stairs to the second floor of the house. To his room. 

Luke opened the door to his room. There were a desk and a chair and a bed in the room. On the desk was a laptop. Luke sat down at the desk. He opened a drawer in the desk to find several magazines that had an indecent woman on them each of them. He closed that drawer and then opened another drawer to find a notebook that said " ideas" in the writing of a four-year-old or something. Luke grabbed the notebook putting it on the desk. He opened the notebook the first page was a drawing of a man with some type of gloves on with writing around the drawing. Luke started to flip toward the notebook. Ideas filled all of the pages the drawing became more complex with each page. Luke smiled reminiscing on these memories. Then he stopped on a page a few 100 pages in.

 The page said "nanofly" with an extremely describe drawing of this "fly". Its wings were triangle shape, it only had four legs, and the mouth had four rods with the note saying " Drills and constructor". Luke smiled. "This could work," Luke said putting a book tab on the page putting the book back in the drawer. 

Luke looked at his phone seeing it was 7:59 pm. " Guess its time," Luke said opening his laptop. The display had a lot of windows opened some were camera video. One of the tabs said " Assistant request from Neo" 

" I've never help Neo before. I thought she was the lone wolf type. Well, it time to start." Luke said putting on a headset. 

During the day the city of Hawks may seem dead but, during the night the city truly comes alive. The neon lights turn on. People go to the city's clubs. Most of the crime happens. So you can see more heroes. People in this city live double lives. The averages of people could become valiant of superheroes. People you know could be totally different doing the night. This is why Luke, Alexis, and many others want to help people get through a night. 

A person in a hoodie hiding behind a corner of the street. While following people.

Twenty-six kinds of dim sum were devoured by a group of doctors before they vigorously returned to the operating theater.
People who worked in another field might find this a little too strange, but none of the doctors present found it surprising. 
The patient was in the recovery room. It would definitely make things troublesome for the doctor and make them feel uneasy if the doctors took their time and delayed the surgery.
To some extent, the reason behind the doctors' large workload was the outbreak of diseases. Moreover, it also depended on the doctor-patient ratio. If there were more doctors, their burden would have been reduced.
Of course, there could never be an ultimate solution to this conflict. Just like now, Professor Feng Zhixiang's personal surgeries were absolutely different from those performed by regular attending physicians or assistant lecturers. Not only was there a difference in the chief surgeon, but there was also a distinct difference among the other posts. 
Unless Beijing University Sixth Hospital had other ideas or had a few screws loose in their heads, Professor Feng Zhixiang must definitely have the best surgery team. The team must have the most experienced and scrub nurse who can deal with pressure the most, the most intelligent circulating nurse who was very familiar with the environment, and an anesthetist who was highly skilled in pharmacology and had an abundant experience as well as enough sleep.
Needless to say, the operating theater, equipment, and materials used by Professor Feng Zhixiang would also be the best. Even when the patients were reluctant to use imported drugs or consumables, the hospital would still use them, but the hospital would charge the patients according to the price of domestic drugs.
Of course, all these were only medical details. Even if they were truly great, the final deciding factor that would determine the effect of the surgery would not depend solely on a few simple details.
Feng Zhixiang also knew this very clearly. The smile on his face faded away after he entered the bathroom, he became serious. The first thing he did was ask Ling Ran, who was next to him, a question. "Have you performed gallbladder cancer before?"
"No." Ling Ran washed his hands carefully. He did not feel as enslaved by a burden as other doctors would when it came to this. Instead, he felt relaxed and comfortable. He wished he could wash his hands longer.
Feng Zhixiang turned to look at Ling Ran. He could not help but have a slight smile appear on his face. He then quickly let it fade away and said, "You have not performed gallbladder cancer surgery before, yet you dare to be my first assistant?"
Ling Ran looked at Feng Zhixiang calmly and said, "I know the anatomy of the abdominal cavity very well. I've done cholecystectomy several times, and I'm good at lymphadenectomy and hepatectomy. I will be very helpful to you."
Feng Zhixiang was speechless. He often used this technique to frighten his students. Unexpectedly, it was not effective on Ling Ran at all.
"Oh, I almost forgot. You have been a chief surgeon several times, haven't you?" Feng Zhixiang sighed and coughed a couple of times, "In this case, if you are the chief surgeon, how would you assign the tasks?"
Ling Ran then pondered about it seriously.
When he was a chief surgeon, he always paid attention to his assistants' capabilities and allocated tasks properly. This was from Ling Ran's many years of experience from team activities.
Although he did not like social activities very much, since he entered kindergarten, Ling Ran had always inevitably participated in various team activities. He would be chosen to practice and perform in his choir and drama teams, to raise the national flag, or be the one to greet people with warm welcomes. 
He would always get various invitations for bigger occasions as well, such as competitions or activities in class, grades, the school, district, city, province, and even activities at a national level.
But after staying in teams for a long time, Ling Ran gradually understood a fact: what was said by members was often not true, especially when they talked about their own abilities. 
The team members who like team activities were most likely to be one who liked to tear each other apart the most. Meanwhile, those who were good at completing tasks independently were often the ones who were best at helping people.
As a serious and responsible student, Ling Ran gradually learned to judge everything by himself, not by the opinions of his team members.
In the same way, when he faced Feng Zhixiang's query, Ling Ran put himself into the shoe of the chief surgeon and thought about his work assignments.
"If I were you, and if I were to assign tasks…" Ling Ran's words were a bit vague, but his thoughts and words soon became clear. He said, "I will read up first."
Feng Zhixiang was stunned for a moment. He then could not help but reveal a smile. "Your idea is a little too direct, but… Hmm, you would want to read up first?"
"Yes, I'll read up first." Not only had Ling Ran never performed gallbladder cancer surgery before, but he also had not deliberately read the relevant materials.
No doctor would actually memorize all medical books, and it would even be impossible to memorize the most basic ones. According to the five-year undergraduate clinical medicine professional textbook catalog, there were fifty-three basic medical books that students need to master. There was no need to challenge others. If a student really had to write down the entire content of Dermatovenerology, he or she would most likely rather suffer through all the diseases listed in the textbook instead. 
Even the doctors who were promoted by developed countries in Europe and America needed to invest a lot of money and time in reading. The preferred solution for unfamiliar diseases was to flip the books!
Unless it was a well-known material, otherwise, no matter how good a person's memory was, it would be better if he just flipped through a book instead. Because, if something went wrong, the patients' lawyers would question the doctor on why he did not read up on the relevant material. 
It was also common for resident doctors or attending doctors in hospitals to flip through books before giving any treatment. When they became Level 1 assistant lecturers, it did not mean they would not need to read up anymore. They still had to, because their scope of treatment would become narrower. Meanwhile, they always read up secretly when they have their own offices.
Ling Ran did not mean to read books secretly.
He would lean against the glass by the washroom before entering the operating theater. He would look at the surgery preparations as he took his time to read a book that was given by a junior doctor. 
Therefore, the doctors in the visitation room could see that in the operating theater below, Feng Zhixiang was doing a careful examination, while the highly anticipated first assistant, Ling Ran, was reading leisurely with a book in his hand.
"You can pay attention to the stages of gallbladder cancer surgery. Once we open up the abdominal cavity, you can compare them. There should be pictures.
"Gallbladder cancer is generally associated with stones. It is currently believed that physical stimulation is still a major factor in it. You can verify it later on the spot.
"Remembering the steps of the surgery would not be a problem for you. However, it also depends on the condition of the abdominal cavity once we open it. We've confirmed that it's spreading in the liver, I don't know about other internal organs…"
Feng Zhixiang gave Ling Ran on-the-spot teaching through the glass window. The atmosphere in the operating theater was like a classroom, which was quite different from the teaching scene understood by doctors.
The vessel-damaging assistant lecturer could not help but sigh, "I read up on the literature three days for a surgery in the past and memorized all the cases. In the end, during the surgery, the chief surgeon only said three phrases to me in total."
"Which three phrases?"
"Start, don't block me, and move." The tone of the vessel-damaging assistant lecturer was heartbreaking.
The 223-pound resident doctor secretly glanced over at the vessel-damaging assistant lecturer's belly before he let out a sigh of sympathy.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Seeing that Klein was momentarily at a loss for words, the chief shepherd of the Church of the God of Combat, Larrion, revealed a solemn expression.
"Furthermore, the fall of a deity is only temporary. 'He' will eventually return and awaken using my body."
"…" Klein frowned slightly when he heard that. He didn't know whether the angel was having mental problems and wasn't far from losing control because of his shaken anchors, or if "He" was too affected by the God of Combat. In a certain sense, "He" had become "His" backup.
Ignoring the Sequence 0 true deities, even Kings of Angels and a number of angels would often not completely die!
"You should know very well that the apocalypse will come in another ten or so years. I believe that the speed of the God of Combat's resurrection won't be fast enough." Klein attempted to awaken him with the cruel reality.
Larrion snorted.
"You will never be able to imagine the power of God."
"He" didn't give Klein the chance to continue his persuasion and revealed a smile.
"In short, I won't make a deal with you. Pray, pray to Evernight. Pray to the deity you believe in to seal 0-02 and save you!
"But all I need to do is wait another thirty to forty seconds before I can leave this place."
Klein looked up at the "curtain" hanging from infinitely high above and didn't say anything else. He made his Spirit Body return to the library where the Trunsoest Brass Book was.
"Do you have any ideas?" he asked without any delay.
Arianna shook her head slightly and asked, "What did Larrion say?"
"'He' told us to pray to the deities to seal 0-02…" As Klein spoke, he was suddenly stunned.
What Larrion said didn't seem to be problematic, but he had inadvertently revealed a very important piece of information.
He believed that deities could seal 0-02, no matter who "They" were!
Then, what does a deity rely on to seal it? By forcefully suppressing it with "Their" Sequence 0 status, or use a might that can destroy the world? Many questions appeared in Klein's mind.
At this moment, Trunsoest Brass Book flipped to a blank page, producing silver words one after another—the language it used was the one on the first Blasphemy Slate. It seemed to be the source of all the languages that were still in use.
In the blink of an eye, the silver words formed into new text:
"The Belltaine City Library is the place where the Trunsoest Brass Book is kept. It is a place that must be heavily protected. Living beings who intrude without the Trunsoest Brass Book's permission will be severely punished."
It's an elevation of the punishment. I might be sentenced to death next… Klein's pupils dilated as he quickly deduced the most likely development.
However, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he smiled and said with sincerity, "My wish is to shrink the size of the Belltaine City Library, so that the spot where Ma'am Arianna and I are is the boundary line."
As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and granted his own wish.
As the snapping sound reverberated, the lawn that corresponded to the Belltaine City Library disappeared. The building shrunk and the walls retreated. Soon, only a tenth of its original size was left.
Klein and Arianna subconsciously "arrived" outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the open window, they stared at the Trunsoest Brass Book that remained on the rectangular table.
There was no change in the distance between them and the target. They were still very close, but they were no longer within the confines of being severely punished. However, due to their first violation of the curfew, they were once again whipped by an invisible law enforcer.
After accumulating the wishes of restoring buildings one after another, Klein could create quite a miracle in this aspect!
He didn't make another wish and continued thinking. He analyzed the hidden meaning behind the words of the chief shepherd of the Church of the God of Combat.
No, it shouldn't have been forcefully suppressed using a deity's status and level. Otherwise, my spiritual intuition would've told me the answer long ago. That would've made me activate Sefirah Castle's aura and complete the seal…
From a mysticism point of view, this is understandable. This is because 0-02 is clearly related to a particular sefirah. It's difficult to suppress it by relying on the status and level of a Sequence 0…
By relying on the might of the deities "Themselves"? This might be possible, but there's a high chance that it's not the real method. This is because Larrion knows of a sealing method that can be completed without relying on the deities…
What's special about a Sequence 0 deity? And what methods can an angel use to achieve such a special sealing method?
The most special thing that I can think of at the moment is that a Sequence 0 deity contains a Uniqueness. This is something I can't summon from the Historical Void. It really has the characteristic of being "unique."
But how can an angel indirectly simulate a Uniqueness?
Countless thoughts collided in Klein's mind, producing large amounts of sparks, but he still couldn't figure out the key to the problem.
At this moment, the mercury-colored words on the Trunsoest Brass Book continued to seep out, forming new paragraphs that stipulated that Klein and Arianna were a group of people that needed punishment.
Arianna observed silently for a while before suddenly saying, "I'll try to 'Conceal' the soil beneath the table to make 0-02 fall to the core. Raise your level of alertness to prevent any accidents."
Conceal" the soil… Fall to the core… Klein's heart stirred. He felt that this was a rather good solution.
The Trunsoest Brass Book had only forbidden the touching and changing its condition at present. The environment wasn't equivalent to its condition. In addition, they were only forbidden from entering Belltaine City Library. It didn't mean that Klein and Arianna couldn't exert certain influences on it.
And when 0-02, which hadn't been banned from leaving, passed through the concealed "soil" and fell to the core, it would lose its influence on Belltaine City due to the distance, causing the laws it had set up to fail. That was the case unless it was awakened further or came to life, allowing a larger region to fall under its jurisdiction.
This way, Klein and Arianna no longer needed to be restricted by the rules. They could seek help from the Evernight Goddess!
However, when Arianna finally thought of a solution and was preparing to carry out the plan, a new law was completely formed:
"The Belltaine City Library is the place where the Trunsoest Brass Book is stored. It is a place that must be strictly protected. No living thing or object is to deal any form of damage to it in any way."
Indeed, 0-02 has also noticed this loophole… This loophole… As Klein frowned slightly, he suddenly had an idea of what he had been thinking about.
The Uniqueness of a Sequence 0 deity was indeed unique, but "Their" sealing of 0-02 wasn't directly done by using the authority and power that came from it.
It was very likely that "They" could rely on this trait of a Uniqueness to lure 0-02 into setting up a series of contradictory rules, causing the Sealed Artifact to fall into a paradoxical cycle!
In this aspect, angels, saints, and even ordinary people could accomplish that by themselves. The key was to think of paradox and guide it into establishing it.
As for how to seal 0-02 after it entered a paradoxical cycle and was preparing to fix the loophole, Klein didn't have any clues at the moment, so he needed to make further observations.
How should I create a paradox… All the rules and regulations set up by 0-02 quickly flashed through Klein's mind.
In just a few seconds, he acutely grasped a point where he could create a paradoxical cycle. He quickly turned his head and said to Arianna, "Ma'am, let's not destroy the city library. We will directly 'Conceal' the other parts of the Belltaine, indirectly causing it to lose the necessary support. This place will then collapse on its own; thus, falling into the core."
Arianna didn't immediately do as he said. Instead, "She" turned "Her" head and gave Klein a deep look.
"This will cause the deaths of many civilians."
"We have to make a choice between the lesser of two evils," Klein said seriously.
Arianna didn't respond and fell silent. It was as though "She" was in an intense mental struggle or making the appropriate preparations.
At this moment, the two brass pages that had just written the two articles quickly created more new rules:
"Belltaine is the city where the Trunsoest Brass Book is located, a true Holy Land in all senses of the phrase. No living thing or object is to deal any form of damage to it in any way."
Upon seeing this text, Klein wasn't disappointed. Instead, he smiled.
With a snap, he snapped his fingers, causing scarlet flames to surge out of his pocket and quickly drown him.
In just two to three seconds, a stream of flames descended from the sky. Klein jumped out and carried a person.
That was one of the four Beyonders he had saved previously. He was the Belltaine local, Biles!
"Go in and quickly flip through the brass book," Klein said calmly as he pointed at the 0-02 on the rectangular table.
Biles didn't know exactly what had happened, but he believed that this magical "magician," who had fulfilled two of his wishes, had found a way out of the situation plaguing Belltaine. Thus, after taking a deep breath, he entered the city library through the miniaturized, open floor-to-ceiling windows.
During this process, he didn't receive any severe punishments. In fact, he wasn't even whipped!
Upon seeing this scene, Klein's smile widened.
0-02 had produced a paradox!
Due to Arrodes's existence, the Trunsoest Brass Book could only do a most comprehensive prohibition, preventing any living being or object from dealing any form of damage to it in any way."
As a city, Belltaine's definition didn't just include its terrain and buildings. It definitely included the residents here.
This way, if 0-02 punished a Belltaine citizen like Biles, any damage to him would go against the law it had just issued. If it didn't punish him, it would go against the laws that prohibited him from entering the city library. Hence, the Trunsoest Brass Book had entered a vicious cycle!
Of course, Klein believed that such a paradox would quickly be corrected by appending additional clauses. He only hoped that Biles would be able to flip through the brass book and find clues to sealing it!
"Pay attention to the currently open page. Once an article is about to take shape, immediately come out," Klein instructed as he stared at Biles and 0-02.


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

Epsila is sitting in the hideout, she sat on her legs with her hands on the ground and her eyes closed. She felt the dirt in her fingers and the grass slowly growing between her fingers. Epsila exhales and the growth rate increase significantly, Epsila opens her eyes to see overgrown grass and a flower emerged from the ground between her hands. Epsila smiles slightly, she looks to the book and flips to the next page. 
"With practice manipulation of plant-life will come easily." Epsila reads aloud, she flips over the pages and sees that each manipulation tactic was different. Planet-life manipulation took concentration and fluid movement, while the manipulation of rock and minerals took blunt action and aggressive movement. Epsila studies the movements carefully and copies them. She positions herself in a large squat and brings her arms in against her body. Epsila takes a moment to ground herself and punches the air, simultaneously a rock pillar springs from the ground to the same height as Epsila's fist. She stares at it in awe and then brings her fist back into her body, the rock pillar sank back into the ground as if nothing happened. Epsila takes a step forward stomping her foot onto the ground. A rock shoots up from the ground, Epsila punches forward and the rock flies into a tree breaking apart. 
"This is awesome..." Epsila whispers, she runs back to the books and continues to flip through pages quickly. The manipulation of water would be patient in action and fluid in movement. The manipulation of the air around her would be calmly in action and fluid in movement. The manipulation of fire would be fierce in action and fluid in movement. Epsila strung together ideas of how the creation of these spells was created, matching the true nature of the movements of the elements. She wants to continue practicing but is worried that it could destroy her hideout. 
As Epsila continues to look over the book when suddenly a title stopped Epsila in her tracks, her eyes grew wide as she read: Manipulation of the Blessed. "For those that excel in the art of Earthly manipulation can learn the ability to change their own appearance into that of other animals..." Epsila's eyes dart across the pages quickly when she gets to the last few pages of the book, she is taken back. "...Wait..." Epsila pulls the book up close to her face and squints rereading, "A rare but especially strong skill, changing your appearance into that of another person..." Epsila continues to reread those words, they imprinted in her mind. Her attention broke when she saw a mountain squeak wiggles its way into the hideout. Epsila pounces for it and catches it in her arms, it struggles but Epsila holds it tightly until the thing gives up. Epsila runs back to her book and looks at previous pages, she holds up the mountain squeak level to her face. It bites her thumb.
"Ow!" Epsila yells out, "Rude." Epsila gently squeezes the mountain squeak. It lets out a sigh, Epsila rubs the head gently with her index finger and the squeak relaxes. "The book tells me I need to study you." The mountain squeak stares at her and Epsila laughs. "I might not be able to do it. But I wanna try." The mountain squeak lets out a tiny squeak. Epsila reaches for her bag and pulls out some berries she found in the caves. She gives one to the mountain squeak and sets it on the ground. Instead of running away, it sits and eats on the purple berry. "You came out too far today, why are you so far away from the cave?" Epsila asks it, the mountain squeak lays on its back happily rubbing its belly. Epsila put another berry in front of the mountain squeak and it gets up quickly to eat. Epsila strokes the top of the mouse creature with her index finger. Mountain squeak falls asleep with a full belly, Epsila studies the animal carefully. Looking at its tiny paws, long tail, and floppy ears. This mountain squeak is fluffy, all-mountain squeaks have two coats but some had long fur, others fuzzy. Epsila holds the tiny mouse in her hands it and curls up in her palms warming her skin. Epsila held her hands close to her face, she stares at the sleeping creature. 
She set the sleeping creature down and sits concentrating on her body. Epsila listens to her heartbeat, feels the blood rushing through her veins, the weight of her skull, and the feeling of everything touching her skin. Gravity became heavy, scaring Epsila, she opens her eyes quickly. Her body is sweating, hot, and her heart racing. Her head feels very heavy and she puts her hands to her head, feeling very floppy ear attached to her head.
"What the-" Epsila panics at the feeling of ears on top of her head. Epsila calms herself with steady breathing and refocused her attention towards her body again. Letting the gravity this time take over and when she opened her eyes the world around her was much smaller, next to her the mountain squeak was the same size. When Epsila looks at her hands she sees tiny paws, she runs around the area in excitement. Waking up the other mountain squeak, suddenly loud footsteps shook the ground beneath them. Blue had walked into the hideout, he saw the mice in the hideout and shoos them away. Epsila follows the Mountain Squeak through the forest and into the nearby cave. It crawls into a crack inside the cave wall, Epsila follows it's action and then finds herself in a den with twenty or more mountain squeaks. They stare at her as if they knew she wasn't one of them, but they continued along with their usual business. Epsila continues to follow the mountain squeak to a smaller group of them it curled up next to a very large mountain squeak nestling in comfortably. It's their family... 
Epsila finds her way out of the den and back to the mouth of the cave. How do I turn back? Epsila didn't think this action all the way through and she began to worry if this how she will be forever. Epsila sits staring at the large world before her, this would be a good trick to use to get into places without being spotted... Epsila runs back to the hideout, Blue is gone and she could be alone. Tiny Epsila falls asleep on the ground, walking up to be normal-sized and human once again. Epsila feels the top of her head to make sure she had no ears, there weren't any. Epsila sighs out of relief and lays back on the ground looking at the canopy leaf ceiling above her. If a single book teaches me this much... I wonder how much I can do if I found more...

Cascadas, the City of Waterfalls... unlike other cities in this Universe. Time works differently... It's slower. The city stayed humble, poor, and without luxury. Even the rich people of the city do not live there.

Be cautious of this town... it warrants bad luck to those that live there. Magic lives here and it is unknown.

Careful readers, this is no carefree children's story but the story of a war.

As Shen Lian promised to teach Lei Jing sculpture, he did not renege. In the evening, Lei Jing saw an enormous stone in Zhiwei Home. The stone had a smooth texture and was filled with an abundance of spiritual opportunity akin to that of water. Lei Jing could feel it from far away.
More importantly, she came to know about this stone, or more accurately, the origin of Kunwu Stone.
The production of Kunwu stone was in the hand of Xi Hu. Since Xi Hu admitted defeat to Xia Kingdom, it had paid five Kunwu stones as a tribute, and three of them fell into the hand of her father, Lei Nuo, the Prefect Grand Usher.
The swords and knives tempered by the stone beamed like it was daylight, and it could shave a jade like it was made out of the mud. Jade was considered a tough one in the range of stones, but if this stone could do that to jade, one could only imagine its hardness.
Lei Jing walked towards the Kunwu stone and pressed on it with her finger. She had the noblest blood of the Xia Clan, and hence she had an abnormal strength. However, even using her strength to press on the stone, she could not even leave a mark. She could tell it was a bona fide Kunwu stone.
She asked Shen Lian, "Sir, where did you get this stone from?"
Shen Lian smiled, "Your father heard that you want to learn sculpture, hence he gladly gave this Kunwu stone to me."
Lei Jing's mouth twitched. It could not be the truth. Her father took a great deal of effort to hide the Kunwu stone from the eyes of the public. As much as her father would pamper her, he would not be willing to let her use it for sculpting because even her grandfather, the clan leader of Youhu's, Lei Hong too could not get one.
She was right, Lei Nuo naturally did not want to hand out Kunwu stone, but he could not reject Shen Lian. Furthermore, Shen Lian took it out before informing Lei Nuo.
The various defenses within the huge manor of the Prefect Grand Usher were like nothing to Shen Lian.
As Lei Nuo knew about what happened to Ming Luo, he could only treat Shen Lian as his ancestor.
Lei Nuo was aware of how powerful Ming Luo was. Back then Xin Lie had already reincarnated six times, and his body was covered by heavenly fire. Any near-body attack would in return be harmed by the heavenly fire. Ming Luo however, just cut off his ears according to Emperor Xia's order like it was nothing. None of the heavenly fire got to him. Thus, one could tell the depth of his cultivation and could rank him in top ten within Diqiu.
Even someone like that was killed outside the ancestral hall without any signal. It could only reflect how terrifying Shen Lian's method was.
The only thing Lei Jing was clearly aware of was that Shen Lian was powerful. A smart girl like her too realized Shen Lian shared an unusual relationship with her father.
She did not pursue the answer further if her father decided to not mention anything.
Furthermore, she was unwilling to think about the disdain side of Shen Lian, but she was rejoicing in her father's misfortune as he had to give up the stone.
Lei Jing said, "Alright, when do we start, sir?"
Shen Lian spoke softly, "Wait for a while."
He took out a book from Zhiwei Home's book rack. The book was about stone sculpture. Since intellectual beings were born, they began to communicate. Especially for human beings, they had the biggest exchange of messages, which involved everything from what they had seen to the occasional crazy ideas they had.
The writing was the best medium to carry these messages.
Writings, however, were not the earliest medium, and before them, there were stone sculptures, which were the oldest message carriers in any civilizations.
The stone sculpture had more dimensions than writings and hence it carried a more comprehensive message within. A connoisseur could replicate his or her messages completely through time, and it was something that could not be achieved through writing.
In the tombs of Xia, there were many relief sculptures of the ancestors of Xia Clan. Their spirit and essence were sculpted in an expert manner and passed on to the next generation who could benefit from watching them.
Shen Lian continued to flip the book and explain the details of the stone sculpture. This teaching method was out of this world.
He understood the art of stone sculpture in that split seconds, and he passed his understanding to Lei Jing at the same time. If Guan Longzi saw this, he too would say he would never get there.
After Shen Lian explained all the techniques, he looked at Lei Jing.
Lei Jing smiled with her lips closed, like the blossoming of a lotus flower. She then spoke about what she had just heard. Her soft and crisp voice attracted a lot of eavesdroppings from the students of Guan Longzi outside.
They all knew Lei Jing was a woman, and hence they always tried to peek at her, as such a beautiful lady from Xia Clan was rare.
Despite not being able to date her, it is good to have such an eye candy.
After they heard Lei Jing's repeat on sculpting, at that time a lot of people thought of learning it too. After that night, stones that are slightly bigger became a rarity in the school.
Lei Jing did not pay attention to the others. Her spiritual intelligence was high and she had a strong ability to learn. When she repeated, she learned it all over again as she spoke of the details of stone sculpting.
Shen Lian nodded, "Not bad, but there is something that the book did not discuss. It is something important."
Lei Jing said, "What is it?"
Shen Lian grabbed Lei Jing's hand and placed it on the Kunwu stone. Lei Jing's heartbeat increased slightly, but she pretended to be calm, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
Shen Lian said, "How do you feel?"
Lei Jing posed a shy demeanor, "Sir, your hand is warm."
Shen Lian shot a glance at her. His eyes were deep.
Lei Jing stopped teasing Shen Lian. She said, "I can feel the texture of the stone, and the spiritual opportunity within it, which is flowing within the texture. It has an indescribable rhythm. It is beautiful."
Shen Lian admired her talent, "Good, techniques are just the branches. The most important thing is for you to feel the texture of the Kunwu stone, to understand its structure, and then to disintegrate it. From now onward, keep feeling the Kunwu stone, until what falls into your eyes is no longer a stone. Then you can move on to the next stage."
Lei Jing looked up at Shen Lian and said, "This is not hard, give me a night's time."
Her words were full of confidence, and her gaze was firm.
Xia Palace was enormous and deep, and where Yinglong stayed was a huge pond. A few black steel pillars were found not far away from the pond, and they all displayed a black-red color. Underneath the steel pillars was the fire of the Netherworld. There were individuals tied to the pillars, and they were either aristocrats or the country leaders from outside of the region.
They had no energy left to even scream. The fire of the Netherworld not only dealt damage on the body but also the spirit. As the strength of the fire of the Netherworld was passed on by the black steel pillars, these people would not die too soon.
This was the hot pillar punishment invented by Emperor Xia, it was known to be the most fearful punishment within Xia Kingdom.
Emperor Xia sat at a high place, observing the suffering of these people as he smiled cruelly.
Since Yinglong was woken up by Shen Lian last time, it no longer slept. It was not too interested with Emperor Xia's distasteful hobby, but the meat cooked by the fire of the Netherworld was indeed different.
When Yinglong opened its mouth to chew on another person, a loud and bright squeak by a bird was heard from the sky.
As Shen Lian promised to teach Lei Jing sculpture, he did not renege. In the evening, Lei Jing saw an enormous stone in Zhiwei Home. The stone had a smooth texture and was filled with an abundance of spiritual opportunity akin to that of water. Lei Jing could feel it from far away.
More importantly, she came to know about this stone, or more accurately, the origin of Kunwu Stone.
The production of Kunwu Stone was in the hand of Xi Hu. Since Xi Hu admitted defeat to Da Xia, it had paid five Kunwu stones as a tribute, and three of them fell in the hand of her father, Lei Nuo of Prefect Grand Usher.
The swords and knives tempered by the stone beamed like it was daylight, and it could shave a jade-like it was made of mud. Jade was considered a tough one in the range of stones, but if this stone could do that to jade, one could only imagine its hardness.
Lei Jing walked towards the Kunwu stone and pressed on it with her finger. She had the noblest blood of the Xia clan, and hence she had an abnormal strength. However, even using her strength to press on the stone, she could not even leave a mark. She could tell it was a bona fide Kunwu stone.
She asked Shen Lian, "Sir, where did you get this stone from?"
Shen Lian smiled, "Your father learned that you want to learn sculpture, hence he gladly gave this Kunwu stone to me."
Lei Jing's mouth twitched. It could not be the truth. While her father pampered her, but he took a great deal of effort to hide the Kunwu stone from the public eye. Even her grandfather, the clan leader of Youhu's, Lei Hong too could not get one. He would not be willing to let her use it for sculpting.
She was right, Lei Nuo naturally did not want to hand out Kunwu Stone, but he could not reject Shen Lian. Furthermore, Shen Lian took it out before informing Lei Nuo.
The various defenses within the huge manor of the Prefect Grand Usher were like nothing to Shen Lian.
As Lei Nuo knew about what happened to Ming Luo, he could only treat Shen Lian as his ancestor.
Lei Nuo was aware of how powerful Ming Luo was. Back then Xin Lie had reincarnated six times, and his body was covered by heavenly fire. Any near-body attack would in return be harmed by the heavenly fire. Ming Luo however, just cut off his ears according to Emperor Xia's order like it was nothing. None of the heavenly fire got to him. One could tell the depth of his cultivation, which could rank him in top ten within Diqiu.
Even someone like that was killed outside the ancestral hall without any signal. It could only reflect how terrifying Shen Lian's method was.
The only thing Lei Jing was clearly aware of was that Shen Lian was powerful. A smart girl like her too realized Shen Lian shared an unusual relationship with her father.
She did not pursue the answer further if her father decided to not mention anything.
Furthermore, she was unwilling to think about the bad parts of Shen Lian, but she was rejoicing in her father's misfortune as he had to give up the stone.
Lei Jing said, "Alright, when do we start, sir?"
Shen Lian spoke softly, "Wait for a while."
He took out a book from Zhiwei Home's book rack. The book talked about stone sculpture. Since intellectual beings were born, they began to communicate. Especially for human beings, they had the biggest exchange of messages, which involved everything from what they had seen to the occasional crazy ideas they had.
The writing was the best medium to carry these messages.
Writings, however, were not the earliest medium, and before them, there was stone sculpture, which was the oldest message carrier in any civilization.
Stone sculpture had more dimensions than writings and hence it carried a more comprehensive message within. A connoisseur could replicate his or her messages completely through time, and it was something that could not be achieved through writing.
In the tombs of Xia there were many relief sculptures of the ancestors of Xia clan. Their spirit and essence were sculpted in an expert manner and passed on to the next generation who could benefit from watching them.
Shen Lian continued to flip the book and explain the details of the stone sculpture. This teaching method was out of this world.
He understood the art of stone sculpture in that split second, and he passed his understanding to Lei Jing at the same time. If Guan Longzi saw this, he too would say he would never get there.
After Shen Lian explained all the techniques, he looked at Lei Jing.
Lei Jing smiled with her lips closed, like the blossoming of a lotus flower. She then spoke about what she had just heard. Her soft and crisp voice attracted a lot of eavesdropping from the students of Guan Longzi outside.
They all knew Lei Jing was a woman, and hence they always tried to peek on her, as such a beautiful lady from Xia clan was rare.
Despite not being able to date her, it is good to have such an eye candy.
After they heard Lei Jing's repeat on sculpting, at that time a lot of people thought of learning it too. After that night, stones that are slightly bigger became a rarity in the school.
Lei Jing did not pay attention to the others. Her spiritual intelligence was high and she had a strong ability to learn. When she repeated, she learned it all over again as she spoke of the details of stone sculpting.
Shen Lian nodded, "Not bad, but there is something the book did not speak about. It is something important."
Lei Jing said, "What is it?"
Shen Lian grabbed Lei Jing's hand and placed it on the Kunwu Stone. Lei Jing's heartbeat increased slightly, but she pretended to be calm, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
Shen Lian said, "How do you feel?"
Lei Jing posed a shy demeanor, "Sir, your hand is warm."
Shen Lian shot a glance at her. His eyes were deep.
Lei Jing stopped teasing Shen Lian. She said, "I can feel the texture of the stone, and the spiritual opportunity within it, which is flowing within the texture. It has an indescribable rhythm. It is beautiful."
Shen Lian seemed to be admiring her talent, "Good, techniques are just the branches. The most important thing is for you to feel the texture of the Kunwu Stone, to understand its structure, and then to disintegrate it. From now onward, keep feeling the Kunwu Stone, until what falls into your eyes is no longer a stone. Then you can move on to the next stage."
Lei Jing looked up at Shen Lian and said, "This is not hard, give me a night's time."
Her words were full of confidence, and her gaze was firm.
Xia Palace was enormous and deep, and where Yinglong stayed was a huge pond. A few black steel pillars were found not far away from the pond, and they all displayed a black-red color. Underneath the steel pillars was the fire of the Netherworld. There were individuals being tied to the pillars, and they were either aristocrats or the country leaders from outside of the region.
They had no energy left to even scream. The fire of the Netherworld not only dealt damage on the body but also the spirit. As the strength of the fire of the Netherworld was passed on by the black steel pillars, these people would not die too soon.
This was the hot pillar punishment invented by Emperor Xia, it was known to be the most feared punishment within Xia Kingdom.
Emperor Xia sat at a high place, observing the suffering of these people as he smiled cruelly.
Since Yinglong was woken up by Shen Lian last time, it no longer slept. It was not too interested with Emperor Xia's distasteful hobby, but the meat cooked by the fire of the Netherworld was indeed different.
When Yinglong opened its mouth to chew on another person, a loud and bright squeak by a bird was heard from the sky.


What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

"The paragraph below has a small mistake. This was written based on ancient texts. However, is that correct? Does it mean that whatever the ancient scholars wrote is true? We need to use our own logic to differentiate this too."
"Page 35, third paragraph."
"Page 48, sixth paragraph."
"Page 103, the twelfth paragraph."
…
The netizens on the Internet were stunned. They realized that Master Lin was incredible.
"666…He's just brutally humiliating them."
"Master Lin is indeed Master Lin. What he said was based on facts and there's nothing we could argue about."
"I feel that what Master Lin said is very true. The ancient scholars are humans and we're humans too. Why should we hold firmly onto ancient beliefs? We need to use our own logic and challenge them sometimes."
"Yeah, the medical technology is so advanced now. That's something that the ancient scholars can't compete with."
Zhao Ming Qing sat in front of his computer and scrolled through Weibo. He saw that his mentor was doing extremely well. However, he wasn't particularly happy. He was serious about what his mentor posted on Weibo. He treated it like a lesson.
He started to flip through a Chinese Medical Foundation textbook as he continued reading the posts. He tried to look for the ideas that Lin Fan had posted and used a pen to mark them out in the book.
He also realized that the Chinese Medicine foundational teachings had something wrong but he wasn't clear about it. When he looked at it again, he realized that things seemed really wrong.
At the Chinese Medical Association.
Zhou Qing Quan immediately got everyone to open up Weibo and look at Master Lin's Weibo. Although Master Lin's words sounded a little stupid, they were indeed true. They looked through some of the questions and found out that what he said was correct.
Wang Tian Feng heaved a sigh, "Master Lin is going to create a revolution in Chinese Medicine."
Zhou Qing Quan smiled bitterly, "Yeah, I didn't expect it too."
Wang Tian Feng smiled, "I feel that what the godly doctor said was true. We should reflect on his words."
The surrounding crowd nodded in agreement.
This was the first time someone had criticised the Chinese Medicine foundational teachings online. Also, he did it with evidence and it was difficult to argue about it.
The students in the Chinese Medical Academy were all stunned.
"D*mn, is it true? There are so many mistakes in the teaching materials?"
"I don't know. My medical skills are average and I don't understand anything. Anyway, I just believed whatever the book wrote."
"The 'Qing Yuan Medical Text' is a book that we have had to memorize by heart. The godly doctor said that it had a lot of misconceptions. Does that mean that we memorized it for nothing?"
"D*mn, that can't be. That means we've been played."
"Quick, make a note of what he wrote. What the godly doctor said must be logical and true. If he removes his posts, we won't be able to find it anymore."
"That's right!"
Lin Fan started to publish more posts. He had already offended people and he wasn't afraid anymore. He just wanted to spill the beans and cause chaos.
"I shall answer the above question with another question."
"Why is Chinese Medicine still using the wrong theories and using them to develop misconceptions? The teaching materials are practically useless."
"I think it is because of people's thinking. That caused this to happen," Lin Fan said.
Zhao Ming Qing had been concentrating on his mentor's words.
Those questions were worthy of consideration.
Then, he realized that the teacher's words were shocking. It was the most shocking thing on earth.
Ding ding!
His phone rang.
"Director Zhao, please appease the godly doctor. His words shouldn't be said now," someone from the Education Department called.
They were dumbfounded by those posts online.
The peaceful world of Chinese Medicine was going to be overturned.
Zhao Ming Qing said regretfully, "Sorry, I agree with his ideas. Also, my mentor has his own way of thinking. As his disciple, I don't have any reason to go against him."
He hung up the call
Zhao Ming Qing continued to read what Lin Fan had posted. He wasn't going to be commanded by anyone.
Furthermore, he felt that what his mentor said was flawless.
The modern society had advanced technology and the medical facilities were highly capable. Chinese Medicine should be progressing rapidly in such a good environment. People should be able to create more medications to benefit people. However, Chinese Medicine was stagnant.
He felt that Chinese Medicine had to be reformed but it was difficult.
If an average Chinese medical doctor said those things, he would definitely have been attacked by people as they would think that he was spreading nonsense.
Students in the Chinese Medical Academy were brilliant. However, they could only handle exams. If they were to face patients, they might be lost and not know what to do.
Although they didn't know what was going to happen in the future, his words were extremely impactful.
Countless of netizens were looking at Lin Fan's Weibo.
Although they didn't really understand what was going on, they felt that he was incredible.
Lin Fan was typing non-stop and he published a lot of posts.
The modern medical students were also looking at his Weibo.
"This Master Lin is incredible. Just by reading these posts, I can tell that he understands modern medicine very well."
"I heard this godly doctor isn't just good at Chinese Medicine. He is also amazing in modern medicine. It is incredible."
…
Wu Xi Jun was infuriated. He didn't expect this fella to talk so much regarding this.
"@Master Lin, that's enough. Stop it."
Lin Fan was extremely happy from posting. When he saw Wu Xi Jun directing a message at him, he smiled and replied.
"Not enough. It will never be enough. There are so many things I want to talk about. Wait till I'm done."
Wu Xi Jun was dumbfounded by his reply. He really wanted to kill this man. However, he couldn't do anything about it.
He felt that things were about to go down after looking at the situation online.
"Your mum! I want to see how long you can continue posting." Wu Xi Jun knew that he couldn't have stopped him. However, he didn't believe that Lin Fan wouldn't stop posting.
Half an hour later.
The netizens were stunned because Lin Fan was still posting.
Zhao Ming Qing was dumbfounded too. His mentor had so much to say and it was all based on evidence.
An hour later.
Lin Fan was still feeling energetic and he was still typing non-stop.
Wu Xi Jun felt like killing himself. He didn't expect this fella to have so much to say.
The people from the Education Department were stunned. They could only laugh at it. He wasn't even finished and this matter was blowing up. They could already predict what was going to happen the next day.
It wouldn't have mattered if it was posted by an average citizen but he was a godly doctor.
He was a godly Chinese medical doctor. His sudden stream of posts would definitely cause a chain reaction.
The Education Department was going to be the first group of people to be affected.
After all, they were the ones who were managing the Chinese Medical Academies.
People from the Chinese Medicinal Association were helpless. Zhou Qing Quan could only laugh about it. He knew that this would happen.
Two hours later.
Lin Fan was a little tired from typing. "That's all for today. I'll post more in the future. If I were to continue, I'd get beaten up."
Some of the netizens observed it for two whole hours and they could only post the following lines.
"6666…."
"You're the most awesome guy ever."
"You've spoken about it for two hours and you're still afraid of being beaten up?"
"Brother Fan has the most knowledge in society. It is truly terrifying."
...


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

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