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The hall was filled to the brim with people; there were still people downstairs, and the elevator kept bringing new visitors. At 10 am, the proprietor for Tian Teng Medical School finally appeared. He was of average height, had a short haircut, and looked to be in his thirties. 

There were two models in revealing nurse costumes trailing behind them. Even though their make-up was startling white, their eyes never stopped releasing electricity. The man tried the loudspeaker and stood at the steps before the entrance of the Haunted House and said, "Everyone, thank you for your kind support. Tian Teng Medical School has always maintained…" 

Chen Ge's eyes scanned the two models. He was not going to pay attention to the man's introductory speech. He was thinking about designing a pretty and sexy costume for Xu Wan when his Haunted House had its next activity. 

The man talked for two to three minutes before finally getting to the point. 

"Our team optimizes the Haunted House every six months. With the aid of a professional foreign team, all the scares are updated, and as the proprietor, it is my responsibility to tell everyone that Tian Teng Medical School is scarier than all the other Haunted Houses available on the market! 

"We strive for the most realistic terror, unlike certain unethical Haunted Houses who rely on online water armies to brush up on their popularity. They think that this was clever, and some did fall for the dirty tricks, but to be honest, I find this behavior laughable!" 

Chen Ge was getting impatient from all the slander. He nudged forward through the crowd, but there were too many people. Finally, he reached the ticket seller. "One ticket please." 

"Did you book a ticket online?" 

"No." 

"I'm sorry, today's tickets have all been sold. How about you stay until afternoon? Perhaps there might be an opening then." 

"The tickets are all gone?" 

The proprietor continued to speak on stage. "If the Haunted Houses on the market are first generation, my Tian Teng Medical School is a fourth generation Haunted House that combines many high-end technology! 

"Today is the first day we're opening our doors for the citizens of Jiujiang. To let everyone have a clearer understanding of the situation, I'll randomly select four visitors to experience the Haunted House with an audio recorder and a portable electrocardiographic monitor! Through the speakers that are connected to the audio recorder and the cardiograph broadcasted on screen, you'll be able to see for yourself how scary our Haunted House is!" 


Before the proprietor finished talking, there was already cheer from the crowd. It was hard to tell whether this was a set-up or not. 

"There's a code behind every ticket, and we'll select the lucky ones with a randomized code generator." The man nodded to the sales counter, and the workers started to do their work. 

Chen Ge saw everything with his eyes. The man stepped on his Haunted House to bring himself up, and he could not take that lying down. 

"Wait!" Chen Ge raised his hand and walked onto the stage. "You said earlier that your Haunted House is scary but other Haunted Houses depend on online water army to brush up on their popularity. That, I don't agree with." 

The man frowned. If not for the crowd, he would have called for security to haul Chen Ge out. 

"I am the boss of Western Jiujiang's House of Horrors, the owner of the Haunted House that you're happily slandering online. The day before yesterday I just hosted a livestream that has more than 600,000 viewers." 

When Chen Ge walked to the stage, there was a familiar voice from the crowd that called out. "Boss‽" 

Chen Ge followed the voice and saw He San and Gao Ru Xue standing in the crowd. 

"Why are you here?" Chen Ge was baffled. He San was openly supporting his enemy. "If you want to experience a Haunted House, why didn't you come to me?" 

He San did not know how to explain himself. He could not openly admit before the proprietor of Tian Teng Medical School that Boss Chen's Haunted House was too scary. His class was still having nightmares from their previous experience and thus decided to come to another Haunted House to seek some relaxation. 

The man took this in as well. He had already recognized Chen Ge. "Looks like your Haunted House is not that popular; even your own friend won't support you. Fine, if you insist on learning some tricks from us, we're willing to provide you with this opportunity. Don't say that we're not generous people." 

The man was clever. Since they dared slander Chen Ge's Haunted House online, they obviously knew of Chen Ge. By letting Chen Ge into the Haunted House, his intention was clear. If Chen Ge was scared inside Teng Tian Medical School, he could use this as a point of promotion and forcefully yank the customers from Western Jiujiang's House of Horrors. Chen Ge had the same idea as he did; they both wanted to persuade the other's visitors to come to their own. 

Due to the recent livestream, Chen Ge's Haunted House had become a hot item online, but he knew that the popularity would not last for long. At most, it would last for a week. Even though Tian Teng Medical School was not as popular as Chen Ge's Haunted House within Jiujiang, they had a large national popularity and a number of loyal fans like Su Su. 

"Come, help him put on the audio recorder and heart monitor." The two models walked toward Chen Ge. "Now, we'll pick the remaining three lucky visitors." 

"I don't think that's necessary." Chen Ge shrugged. "Challenging a Haunted House alone is more fun. If you can manage to scare me, I will admit that my Haunted House is not as scary as yours on my website and promote your Haunted House for a whole month." 

The man was intrigued by what Chen Ge said, but he was cautious as well. He was sure Chen Ge was up to something. "How are we going to gauge that we've managed to scare you?" 

"You've installed the heartrate monitor, right? The normal heartrate when a person is walking is between 60 to 100. When they're scared, the oxygen in their blood will drastically decrease, and the heart will pump faster." Chen Ge looked at the man and calmly said, "If my heartrate ever rises over 100, I'll lose." 

"You have a deal." The man did not give Chen Ge any chance to change his mind. Even a small jog would bring a man's heartrate over 100, much less being scared. From how he saw it, Chen Ge was bound to lose. 

"Don't be so hasty. If I lose, I will admit your Haunted House is scarier than mine online, but what if you lose?" 

"Don't worry, if we lose, we'll also admit that our Haunted House is not as scary as yours online." The man pointed at the crowd. "Everyone here can be your witness." 

"Actually, I still have one small request." Chen Ge smiled innocently. "I think that you still have some misunderstandings about my Haunted House. I hope that your team will be willing to come visit my Haunted House. I've added a new scenario, and it hasn't been opened to the public yet." 

"Okay, no problem," the man promised easily and earned affection from the crowd. Only He San and Gao Ru Xue had a curious expression on their faces. Looking at the man, they saw themselves in the past overlapping with him. 
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Everyone was indignant about the fact that the Webnovel server had crashed. After all, most people wouldn't even think of downloading it first.

They vented their anger out on Twatter.

"@Webnovel, where are you?"
"@Webnovel has abandoned us!"
"I will kowtow and call @Webnovel grandpa three times if gets fixed within an hour!"
"An hour is too long, I want it to be a minute instead!"

In fact, so many people had twatted about this problem of theirs that the number one trending hashtag on the site was "#WebnovelCrash"!

.....

A middle-aged man tapped his cellphone. A screen showed up, saying, "You'e reached the end, but don't worry! A new chapter is coming soon."

"What? That's it?" He complained as he walked away from his fridge. He had a pizza slice in his hand, munching it as he made his way back to the sofa.

His apartment was dark as the lights were off. 

The middle-aged man stepped on something and yelled expletives.

After that, he stepped on things consecutively.  It would be impossible to not to, though, as his room was an absolute mess. 

When he finally got to the sofa, his feet were sore, wet, and sticky, all at the same time. 

Despite this, the man didn't care at all. He relaxed on his sofa as he put the slice inside his mouth and bit a large portion off of it. He was used to his feet being in this state. 

He resumed browsing his phone. 

Even though it has only been a short time since he looked somewhere not dark, his pupils were already used to the darkness. As such, when he saw the phone, he instinctively covered his eyes. 

This man was Howard Berd[1], the world's fastest speedreader. 

With a speed of 25,000 words per minute, even Zhou Lei's new update of 430,000 words had only taken him 18 minutes. 

With such an honorable accomplishment, no one would believe that the man that was blissfully eating a pizza slice while relaxing on his sofa with dirty feet was actually the famous Howard Berd. 

He transformed into a bum when he accomplished such a feat at a young age. At that point, his life reached its peak. 

Of course, what came after was the downfall. After spending so much of his youth on practicing his speedreading, he had forgotten to develop in other areas, resulting in him only having one notable skill. As such, there was no job suitable for him. 

Speedreading became his career, but that too failed as the audience for speedreading was way smaller than he thought. 

With the arrival of audio books, this audience reduced even more. Who wanted to read a book themselves if they could just listen to it being read to them?
 
With a measly income, he was destined to live his life this way until he died. 

He went on Twatter to browse. However, his eyes squinted as he saw the top Trending hashtags. 

1. #WebnovelCrash
2. #WebnovelHasAbandonedUs
3. #ILoveMyPizzaMonth

"Hmm?" Howard was slightly interested. He was familiar with this "Webnovel" site. After all, this was the site where Conqueror of the Realms, his favorite novel, was being published.

Feeling confused, he looked at the 'twats' that had the hashtag included. 

"#WebnovelCrash @Webnovel where are you???"
"@Webnovel when will I die? Is it before or after Webnovel finally recovers? #WebnovelCrash". 

"Eh, it crashed?" Howard was quite skeptical. However, since so many people were experiencing it, he had no choice but to believe that this was actually happening. 

"Hmm..." He opened the app on his phone, and scrolled through the whole Conqueror of the Realms. He didn't find a problem at all. 

"There's nothing wrong though..." Howard was a bit dumbfounded. There was nothing wrong with his Webnovel, but there were so many people testifying to the contrary. Which should he believe? 

He decided to test it with another novel. He tapped on the explore button, but before the novels even displayed, he was greeted with a white screen with some small text. 

[Error 500 - Site Crash
Please Come Back Later] 

Howard felt relieved, seeing that he was actually experiencing the same thing as the other people. 

Since he had finished reading Conqueror of the Realms before the site crashed, he naturally wanted to gloat this fact to the other users on Twatter. He opened the app. 

However, his eyes slightly widened as he read one of the 'twats'. 

"Buying a phone with Conqueror of the Realms downloaded on it for infinite dollars #WebnovelCrash". 

Twitching, he opened his phone, turned off the mobile data and tried to read the Conqueror of the Realms. 

"It's still here!" Howard was visibly delighted. 

He then went on to make a stir in the market... 

..... 

"It's only a matter of time before they try to contact me..." Zhou Lei smiled as he stood up from his chair. 

He wanted to earn enough money to pay back System for the books. After all, his sister had still used all of them, even if it was bug. He needed to take responsibility. 

After he paid back for the books, he wanted to buy all of sorts of things from the shop, especially the "Author's Computer" that he saw while scrolling. 

"Speaking of which, how much was it again?" Zhou Lei tried to remember how much his debt was, to no avail. 

"Eh, guess I'll check." Zhou Lei opened System in his mind, which greeted him with the normal interface. 

There were quite a few problems with this interface, such as the fact that the background was changing constantly, probably due to a bug, and the buttons also sometimes didn't respond. Luckily, he could just think what he wanted to do. 

He opened the shop, which reminded him of his sorrowful state.

"Host, may I remind you of your debt of $11500?" System asked. 

"Shut up, I can read it on here already. You don't need to remind me of this." Zhou Lei almost facepalmed. 

On a normal shop screen, it would show the many buttons for each category. Most of them were locked, with the Writing category the only one accessible to him. 

On this shop screen, however, there was big bold text on top that said [Debt: -$11500.] 

After that, even if he entered a shop category, it would still follow him endlessly. 

"Uhhh..." Zhou Lei was kind of depressed. 

He scrolled through the Writing Category Shop, but most of the items left were inferior compared to the free ones he availed. 

He saw that there was a new tab which said "Owned". 

He tapped on it, which made it show two things, the Idea Glasses and the Author's Keyboard. 

"Huh?" However, Zhou Lei saw that there was unfamiliar text. 

Idea Glasses
Proficiency Level: 10
Can generate SSS ideas

Author's Keyboard
Proficiency Level: 10
Can type 32,000 words per hour

"...what?" Zhou Lei stared at the text with wide eyes. 'Holy crap, there were actually levels to this thing? And I leveled up so fast?'

He nodded as he smiled contentedly. This was a good thing! 

He exited the shop and was about to exit the interface, when he felt an urge to try his luck on the lottery again. 

"Eh? Why do I feel like, if I don't visit the lottery now, the plot wouldn't progress?," Zhou Lei asked. 

"Host, the lottery is just a plot device," System responded. 

[1] Howard Berd is a name that's based off of the person, Howard Berg, who is the actual fastest reader.

After a realization of his irrelevance, Zhou Lei gets a life-changing system that enables him to redeem himself - in the most attention-catching way possible!

"System, I said to upgrade my intelligence."
"Are you sure you want to upgrade: Appearance?"
"I already said no!"
"Upgrade processing..."

-----

No regular updates.

Qian Kun, fourth year mathematics student at a university in Imperial Capital, same year as Su Jinyu. Based on their results, this guy would be the best in terms of studies, receiving National Scholarships every year and had already been invited to do research.
However, this guy wasn't interested in research, but planned to enter the workforce instead.
It didn't take long for Qian Kun to reach an agreement with Chen Mo when he arrived at the experience store.
Qian Kun also joined Thunderbolt Entertainment as an intern, and was paid eight thousand a month as well. Chen Mo didn't mind paying them more either, but he wanted them to give time more time to gather experience and to hire time after they graduate, then giving them a proper salary.
Of everything about Thunderbolt Entertainment, Qian Kun was most interested in I Am MT because he thinks that the game has some mysterious power to be able to get the players to fork out too much money just from having a properly balanced game.
"Nice, now there's someone else to take the blame when I make another scammy game," Chen Mo thought secretly.
---
Now that the research was almost done, and he gathered all the manpower he needed, Chen Mo could finally start preparing for his next game.
Chen Mo had something in mind for the game, but he wasn't sure if he would execute it with his current abilities, therefore...
Yep, pay to win games.
Chen Mo was now quite wealthy from the ten or so million net from I Am MT, which happened to be Chen Mo's main source of income. Games like Plants vs Zombies and Lifeline were still selling, but at the same time the money was being redirected into Thunderbolt Tabletop, breaking even at the best.
Chen Mo estimated that his various video game designing skills were around eighty, art was around forty, music twenty, and storyboarding 13.
Chen Mo planned to max out the first levels of his video game designer skills, then level up art, music, and storyboarding skills a little bit as well as these would directly affect the quality of the games.
Chen Mo wanted to compete with high quality RTS games such as Legion Conquest, but the quality of the game might even be higher than the ones in his previous life.
Washed hands, washed face, and a cleansing bath.
Chen Mo topped-up five million RMB in exchange for fifty million credits.
Chen Mo did 7 draw tens to draw a lucky capsule.
Afterwards, Chen Mo took the capsule right away and spent all his remaining credits for spinning.
He might even get addicted to this drawing thing.
After all the draws, Chen Mo checked his loot.
Since he now had more money, Chen Mo didn't mind as much if he didn't get the bang for his buck, and managed to remain fairly calm.
Yep, very calm.
Designer Skill Books: 250.
Special Skill Books: 150.
Special Equipment: 100.
Yep, a perfect 5:3:2 ratio.
Equipment details.
250 Designer Skill Books, 74 numerics skill books, 61 level design skill books, 49 System Skill Books, 66 Story Skill Books.
150 Special Skill Books.
27 Original Art Skill Books.
49 3D Art Skill Books.
30 Animation Skill Books.
21 Music and Audio Effects Skill Books.
23 Storyboarding Skill Books.
One hundred Special Equipment.
Fifty-eight Memory Playback Potions, nineteen Reaction Speed Serums, twenty-two Hand Speed Boost Potions, one lucky capsule (already consumed).
"Hmm?"
Chen Mo was shocked to see the list of equipment.
Obviously the number of Designer Skill Books have already reached the upper limits, and in particular I've already maxed out the first level for story writing. Why did it give me sixty-six of those? Those cost ten thousand RMB each!
Can I convert them into Special Skill Books? I'm in desperate need of leveling up by art and music skills!
Also, what are these Reaction Speed Serums and Hand Speed Boost Potions!
What use would that serve me as a videogame designer?
Whatever, I'll consume them first.
After calming down, Chen Mo started consuming the story writing skill books.
A pop-up appeared on the screen: "Your other abilities are still at level one. You'll be able to draw level two skill books after all your skills reach level two to continue leveling up your abilities. This level one skill book is now useless and will be converted to thirty thousand credits.
"Pfft!!"
Chen Mo almost died from shock, What is this scam!
The book cost him one hundred thousand credits, but he only got refunded thirty thousand credits. This amount of refund is just amazing!
Holding back the urge to destroy the bracelet, Chen Mo consumed the other designer skill books.
System, numerics, level design, and story writing have finally been levelled up. But now he was left with one hundred ninety or so books that were converted into 5.7 million credits.
But level two hadn't been unlocked yet, it seemed like other skills such as art, music and storyboarding were also included...
After consuming the special skill books as well, Chen Mo checked out his attributes.
System, numerics, level design, and story writing were all at one hundred, waiting for level two and were at level two.
However, he was unable to continue to level his numerics stats as he needed to reach level two for everything else to be able to draw level two skill books.
Original Art: 80
3D art: 84
Animation: 40
Music and Audio Effects: 41
Storyboarding Skills : 36
Chen Mo felt satisfied with the stats and didn't feel the need to draw more. The numerics stats was also good enough to make an RTS game.
Because of the perspective of RTS games, he didn't need his art stats to be too high, unlike the requirements for first person action games. Therefore, his stats for Original Art and 3D Art was good enough for now.
But he was a bit lacking in the music and storyboarding department, but he could just spend more money in the CG department to compensate.
Chen Mo's stats in the Illusion Game Engine was as such:
Chen Mo: Videogame designer (C-grade)
Creativity: 49
Systems: 57
Numerics: 65
Level Designer: 53
Story Writing: 45
Original art: 39
3D Art:1
Monthly Resources Quota: 133MB/5GB
Chen Mo had made three games ever since he became a C-grade videogame designer, including I Am MT, Thunderbolt Tabletop, and Lifeline, but he was still a C-grade designer, yet to reach B-grade...
Creativity, Level Designer and 3D art didn't go up one bit.
Systems, Numerics, and Original Art were increased slightly from I Am MT and Thunderbolt Tabletop. Story Writing on the other hand, was increased because of Lifeline.
Although it wasn't much, his Monthly Resources Quota was increased to 5GB.
It feels as though the people responsible for this were quite cocky. Obviously they don't recognise I Am MT, thinking that it wasn't much in terms of design despite how profitable it was.
However, they decided to get Chen Mo a higher resources quota to 'have fun' with since he was now a frequent visitor of the best sellers leaderboard on the official app store.


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. 

Previously, Father Chen had taken Super Chen to have his head shaved to cut off his fantasy of pursuing the art of language through "perming"… but it was no use. Four-year-old Super Chen was fluent in Beijing-accented guankou[1]; who knew what crosstalk masterpiece he had secretly learned from.
Young children were quick learners, especially when it came to things that they were particularly interested in.
This time, Father Chen felt like he had been thoroughly bamboozled by Super Chen. There was a saying: "bamboozling dad is what a youngster does[2]"… Actually, Father Chen also felt he was at fault since he didn't explain the definition of "outsider" to Super Chen last night.
Apart from heaven and earth, and you and I, everyone else were outsiders.
The dojo disciples were very close to Super Chen, and he obviously didn't treat this group of brothers as outsiders… 
It was just that Father Chen had barely stepped into the dojo before he heard Super Chen shouting that he had been split in two, which was a slightly odd feeling.
The secret that Xiaoling was a genius couldn't be hidden anymore, at least not in the dojo.
Father Chen dropped his forehead into his hand.
Hence, at the end of the morning lesson, Father Chen called over the disciples who knew about it one by one for a heart-to-heart, and had to stress that they keep the matter secret. But whether or not it would remain a secret, he had no idea… These disciples might be old clients of the dojo, but they also took classes at Balance Magic Center; their studies didn't intersect at all.
Father Chen couldn't guarantee that these disciples would keep their mouths shut. Who knew, they might turn "traitor" one day and spill the beans.
If Liang Heng found out about this, it would be a huge problem… 
Father Chen was a little absent-minded as he pondered this while he taught his classes that day. Some of the disciples who didn't know what was going on thought that the author of the novel Father Chen was following was on hiatus again, so he was in a bad mood.
"Did that writer of Let Go of that Wet Nurse stop updating again?" asked a disciple.
"No idea…"
A few of the disciples whispered among themselves as they left the dojo.
The only three in the know who had come early that morning felt so stifled it was uncomfortable.
Father Chen had specially looked for them at noon to enjoin them not to expose Wang Xiaoling's situation, but there were times when hiding a secret was so unbearable that you wanted to cut someone… 
It was thus in this sort of situation that the wise saying which everyone had probably heard before was born: I'll tell you a secret! But you can't tell anyone else!
And so, Wang Xiaoling's secret was leaked, just like that… 
Although Wang Ling was inside Wang Xiaoling's body, he saw and heard everything clearly with his King's Eye godly perspective… 
... 
That night, a depressed Father Chen went to read a novel to destress. Each person faced pressure, and also had their own way to destress. Father Chen's way was very simple, and that was to read a book.
Here, Wang Ling learned another secret of Father Chen's – it turned out that Father Chen was also a fan of Father Wang! That evening, the book Father Chen was reading was that Let Go of That Wet Nurse which Father Wang started writing twelve years earlier and had just finished at ten million words.
But back then, Father Wang's book hadn't been serialized for long and he had yet to sign a guru contract. His overall number of fans certainly couldn't compare with what it would be like twelve years in the future. No one could have imagined how this book would seal his status as a guru and make him rich twelve years later, with even the head of state becoming his fan.
Wang Ling never thought that he would be the source of "concern" for two fathers at the same time… 
Father Chen was reading a book now because he was fretting over Wang Xiaoling's secret being leaked.
While the reason Father Wang wrote novels was in fact because he had been fretting over Wang Ling… 
Mother Wang officially stopped writing when Wang Ling was three or four years old.
Before Wang Ling came up with the Dao talisman seal to restrict his own strength, he would occasionally break the furniture which the family owned. Mother Wang's author fees and Father Wang's work income weren't enough to support the family at all.
Father Wang thus furtively came up with the idea of writing novels to supplement the family income.
Who would have known that after banging out 26,000 words for the debut of Let Go of That Wet Nurse, it would directly became a top-ten bestseller… 
It was after that that Father Wang came clean.
He told Mother Wang the truth, then quit his job to write novels fulltime to support the family. Not long after that, Mother Wang stopped writing and devoted herself to taking care of, guiding and educating Wang Ling.
Husband and wife had gone to great pains for Wang Ling.
... 
That evening, Wang Xiaoling was playing with plasticine which Super Chen had given to her when she had just arrived yesterday. Super Chen was playing a video game on the side. Halfway through his game, Super Chen's wristwatch alarm suddenly rang. He tossed the game console aside casually and then took out an e-book reader from a drawer.
Wang Xiaoling was clearly confused.
Super Chen smiled at Wang Xiaoling. "It's time to study the art of language!"
Wang Ling was stunned. It turned out Super Chen was actually learning it from novels… 
He saw Super Chen open the e-book page. Sure enough, Super Chen ultimately opened that Let Go of That Wet Nurse on the e-shelf… Actually, Super Chen didn't know what he should read, so he added all the books on his father's e-shelf to his own.
There was a novel called Baijie[3] which he couldn't find, but that was fine… 
Super Chen now had more than ten books for his summer break, and the first one was Let Go of That Wet Nurse. After reading these ten or so books, it was enough for him to tentatively touch "the gateway to the art of language"!
He was only four years old, and there were many words he didn't recognize, but the e-book reader had an audio reading function!
And so, the online novel written by Father Wang was read out in a very jerky, electronic voice.
Wang Ling's comment was: dry and very chuuni… 
After all, this was an online novel. There were some expressions for which, if you read it quietly on your own, you could imagine the protagonist's emotions and the scene in which he would utter the words. However, when they were read out loud, it might give you goosebumps.
Halfway through the chapter, the electronic voice stuttered. Super Chen thought it was something wrong with the app, but then he saw a string of streamers floating across the top of the page as a sticky… 
"Wow, so much money! Someone rich has come!" exclaimed four-year-old Super Chen. Although he hadn't been reading online novels for very long, he had clearly done some homework and knew what the gifts meant.
However, Super Chen soon realized that this massive sum wasn't for Father Wang.
Twelve years ago, in Father Wang's debut as a newbie, his sales, subscriptions and monthly votes all skyrocketed. As the year drew to a close, he was naturally a contender for Newcomer of the Year.
A sole gift of more than ten thousand yuan would be displayed directly at the top of the app as a sticky.
In terms of book currency, that was one million.
But that string of one million in book currency which had just appeared was a gift to another guru.
This was an advertisement as well as a show of strength against Father Wang by the gurus who were competing for the title as the new Best Author.
[1] Can be literally translated as "talk strings," and is part of a crosstalk act in which a performer recites something at incredible rapid-fire speed.
[2] Refers to the 人不XX枉少年 catchphrase which can translate to "you're not young if you don't XX."
[3] Possibly a reference to an erotic audio book called "Young Married Woman Baijie."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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"Idiot!" Ko Gohon was greatly enraged and pushed the bodyguard to the ground. Then, he clasped his chest and stumbled to the sofa and sat down, dispiritedly saying, "This Hong Dali, what is he exactly… Damn it, why does everything that he does become so popular?! Why? Why?!"
After all, Ko Gohon wasn't a fool. He knew very clearly what it meant for the number of installations to pass the 10 million mark just after it was launched.
Though he wasn't very familiar with online novel websites, he at least understood one thing—this time, Hong Dali had grabbed the opportunity again. More than 10 million installations meant more than 10 million independent IP visits, and it totally couldn't be compared with the previous 3 million! 
What a pity he'd just invested 200 million and was planning to strike him down at one go. Alas, the 200 million had been thrown into the water without even a ripple being observed. And this lake water had turned from water to ice, completely frozen, definitely without even a hint of the money invested being seen…
As expected, after the bodyguard said this, he added, "Now the authors we poached can't stand it anymore and all want to go back there. Young Master, if they write a few hundred thousand words and just stop writing, or leave a lousy ending and just leave, the credibility of our website would be completely lost. Money… money… would probably not have much effect…"
To the authors, the flat fee did seem very nice. But that still couldn't be compared to the earnings from Zhong Dian website that had experienced a rapid increase of threefold of site traffic. Previously, they earned approximately 20 to 30 yuan per 1,000 words at Zhong Dian website. But now that there was the linking of the data from the smartphone reading app, the subscriptions would instantly increase by five to ten folds. And most importantly, the prospects were much better than writing at their site.
"No! No! I can't let this go, definitely can't!" After a short period of daze, what followed right after was absolute madness! Ko Gohon had always thought very highly of himself, so how was it possible that he'd just admit defeat like that? Thus, after he calmed down, Ko Gohon fiercely said, "Increase the writers' payment by 50%! This time, though Hong Dali is in the lead, even if I have to throw in money, I want to throw it till he collapses to the ground!"
"OK!" The bodyguard instantly replied.
"Also!" Ko Gohon continued, "Go and contact the software manufacturing company right away. Since he's made a smartphone reading app, we'll launch a reading software as well, called Fengyun Reads. Then, relay my instructions that whoever installs Fengyun Reads will be rewarded! I don't believe it. So what if he has good ideas? Even if I throw in money, I'll throw it till you die!"
"Yes!" The bodyguard instantly went out.
"Damn it, I don't believe Hong Dali can win me every single time, definitely don't!" Ko Gohon paced back and forth in his room. Just as he was still feeling dispirited, suddenly, his phone rang. Ko Gohon picked it up. It was an unknown number. He said harshly, "I'm not free now! Talk later if there's anything!"
"Gosh, Young Master Gohon, you're so busy?" Hong Dali's annoying voice sounded. "You aren't thinking of going back on your words, right?"
"Go back on my words? Go back on what words?" Ko Gohon angrily said, "I, Ko Gohon, never go back on my words!"
"Oh, a few days ago, didn't you say you still wanted to bet?" Hong Dali grinned, but what he said wasn't as pleasing to the ears. "I was thinking that it should be the online novel website's turn, but this time, it looks like I've won again. Um, those 50 Prime Minister Grade limousines, when are you going to give them to me?"
"Idiot!" Ko Gohon was furious as he screamed, "When did I say that…"
Alas, before he finished speaking, he heard Hong Dali curiously asking, "You haven't? That's weird. Then who was the one that said that in the audio recording in my phone? He clearly said that this time, we'd place a bet of 50 million. En, right, you were the one who said 'This time, I want to place a 50 million bet!', then I said 'I'm not interested in betting'. Actually, I was thinking that it wasn't very nice to win your cars like that. But alas, you said 'Rascal, you dare to look down on me!' and then 'I want to place a 50 million bet with you! 50 million!'."
Hong Dali mimicked Ko Gohon's voice very animatedly, and laughter sounded in the background from time to time.
"It's like this." And then, this fellow who couldn't wait to get bashed up for a hundred times continued, "Aiya, as the saying goes, if you're willing to bet, you should be willing to admit defeat… Forget it, it's really boring playing with such a retarded and untrustworthy fellow. Since Young Master Gohon doesn't have the courage to bet with me anymore, then forget it…"
"We'll bet then, but this time, don't be happy too early." Ko Gohon loudly said, "You haven't won yet, and I'll definitely not admit that you've won! This is just the first day, we'll wait and see!"
"Oh… Actually, I was just casually saying it." Hong Dali's voice was really infuriating. "Actually, if you don't admit it, then it's fine. Anyway, since the start, I never planned to bet on this…"
Ko Gohon berated, "Bet! We must bet! Hong Dali, you just wait! I, Ko Gohon, never go back on my words! If I say that I'm betting, I'm betting!"
"Really! Then OK…" Hong Dali calmly said, "But it has to have a time period. This thing doesn't look like it'll produce effects in the short run. Most importantly, it's how we determine whether it's a win or loss…"
"Two weeks!" Ko Gohon shouted. "Two weeks later, we'll see whose amount of updated works on our website is the highest! The person with the most number of books updated within three days wins!"
"Alright then… Honestly, why do you like gambling so much? I hate gamblers." Hong Dali's tone was as if he were asking an old friend how he was doing. "Oh right, Young Master Gohon, have your bodyguards recovered from their injuries yet? The previous time, Sister Xiaoyi and the other two didn't really control their strengths well, and I didn't expect for your bodyguards to be so fragile. I'm really sorry. But I won't pay for the medical fees…"
Upon hearing Hong Dali's words, Ko Gohon was instantly enraged. "Hong Dali! You're despicable! Shameless! We're not done yet! Not done!"
"I know!" The problem was that Hong Dali very shamelessly admitted. "I've never said that I'm a gentleman. I'm a prodigal, a superprodigal, so I've never said I was a good person. Um, carry on. I'll go and play."
"Go to hell!" Ko Gohon was so angry that he threw his smartphone to the ground and then stomped on it ferociously.
After the smartphone had been stomped to pieces, Ko Gohon finally vented a little of his anger. He angrily sat on the sofa, gritted his teeth and said, "Idiot! Idiot! Hong Dali, we're not done, not done! I'll see how long you can be cocky for! I'll see how long you can be happy for! This time, even if I throw in hundreds of millions, I'll crush you to death! Crush you to death!"
Thinking up to this point, Ko Gohon roared, "Come here! Come here!" 
"Young Master, I'm here!" The bodyguard hurriedly ran inside. "Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Call the website administrator over here right away. I want to ask him how to quickly increase the number of updated books. Quickly go!" Ko Gohon gritted his teeth. "Hong Dali, it's impossible for me to let you always be so cocky! Definitely not!"
Very soon, a middle-aged man ran inside, soaked in sweat. Once he saw Ko Gohon, he hurriedly greeted. "Young Master, you're looking for me?" This person was the general manager of Feng Yun website, GM Liu.
"GM Liu," Ko Gohon's stared at him with his eyes like a poisonous snake. "I'll take out 100 million more. I want to increase all the poached authors' pay by 50% and ensure that they don't leave! Also, I want you to increase the number of updated works for me within two weeks. Do you have any good ideas of how to do so?!" 
"Ah? Two weeks' time?" GM Liu's eyeballs turned, and after thinking for a while, he said, "If it's for the long term, it's not easy. But it's very easy if it's for the short term. We only need to spend money to hire ghostwriters and write things that will increase the number. That's very simple. If the speed is slow in two weeks, it would only be able to reach fifty to sixty thousand words. But if we do this, within two weeks, it's not a problem to do a few thousand books!" 
"Good! Do it this way!" Ko Gohon fiercely smacked his thigh. "Go and liaise with them right away. I want to pull these people over with the fastest speed, the more the better. And set the price higher. We don't want quality, we only want quantity. Do you understand?!"
"Understood!" GM Liu instantly went out.
"Humph humph, Hong Dali, you really think I don't have a plan? This time, I'll see what you can do!" Ko Gohon clenched his fists till his veins almost burst. "I want you to cough out everything you've taken in along with interest! Cough it all out!"
…
Feng Yun website author's group chat.
Author One: "Good news, good news! The flat fee for our novels has been increased by 50%! This time, it has increased by half. This company is really filthy rich, I've never seen one so generous!" 
Author Two: "Yes, my fees are 50 yuan per 1,000 words. Now it has become 75 yuan per 1,000 words. That's literally throwing money! What the heck, I am a tall, rich and handsome guy too!"
Author Three: "Sigh, why don't we observe further?"
Author Four: "Mm, I've decided not to leave as well. Anyway, this side gives us money, so what are we scared of? That side is so filthy rich, but honestly, I'm quite curious. Who exactly is the one who's so generous, he's totally throwing money away. Does he have too much money and nowhere to spend?"
The others: "Whatever, just focus on writing your novel. Every word is money!"
…
In the various group chats for ghostwriters.
Ghostwriter One: "Breaking news, breaking news! Feng Yun website has a boss with lots of money who wants to take in novels to increase their numbers. Starting from 5 yuan per 1,000 words, this is really a rare generous price! Everyone, quickly go, our opportunity to earn fast money has come!"
Ghostwriter Two: "What the heck, really? I was still troubled over how to deal with so many scrap drafts. This time I finally have a place to sell them, hahaha!"
Ghostwriter Three: "Yes, yes, I have many scrapbook drafts as well, this is real money that has dropped from the sky!" 
Ghostwriter Four: "Say no more, everyone. Quickly get going!"


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


Hello how are you
Let me introduce myself I am the Author of this book (reflections). This book will mainly deal with my "Reflections" and Opinions on various topics.
I started this book because I want to practice my writing and one day become an Author and make a living writing books.
I have had many thoughts and ideas; to write my own Original books. But when I sit in front of the computer I go blank
So I thought about writing a fanfic, to practice my writing, but still, I was left blank. Despite also having many ideas and story and character development. I was blank; I did not know what to write or how to put my thoughts into words.
Then one night I got the idea to write a book about my thoughts.
And so this book was born.
I decided that the first chapter would be a presentation:
To begin, I want to say that I am: a Christian, I was born in a Christian home and raised in a Christian family.
I believe that God created the Universe and everything in it.
I also think and believe that everything happens because HE allows it to happen; if "good or bad" things happen.
I really like Anime; I started watching Anime at 12 years old. The first one I saw I saw it from YouTube on my cell phone. The first anime I saw was; Rurouni kenshin or (samurai X), I saw him until the fight with Shishio, after that fight it seemed to me that he lost quality and I didn't see him again.
The second anime that I also saw from YouTube on my cell phone was Medabots. I saw all the chapters.
Later I saw inuyasha but I left him because he bothered me with inuyasha. I don't remember the reason, but it did bother me a lot XD.
Then I saw Ranma ½ that anime I liked a lot. I was surprised to learn that it was the same Author as inuyasha. I saw all the chapters. The movie and the 14 ovas. But I haven't read the manga yet.
I started looking for animes in Latin Spanish and I found Kenichi. I watched all the chapters of the anime. and some time after reading a post on Facebook an image where he posted where the anime ended to continue it in the manga. I read all the chapters of the manga
About ½ after seeing Ranma, a relative loaned us his laptop. (The reason I was watching anime with the phone was because it had no speakers and it had outdated audio drivers and I didn't know anything. I thought I had a faulty audio card, but not that it had outdated drivers. I found out in 2019. all the time thinking it was the audio card but it was the drivers when I found out I was feeling stupid and ashamed of my ignorance).
Cough cough
 
As I was saying after my relative loaned us the laptop, I started watching anime on animeflv.
There I found To Love Ru, an anime that became my favorite for a long time. I liked the comedy and how the characters interacted, as well as the personality of the protagonist. And I think it's an excellent anime (it's one of those guilty tastes that I have). But if there's one thing I have to say that I didn't like it was the excess of ecchi and fanservice on the part of the authors and I think this really hurts the job. Because it's as if the authors thought more about pleasing the readers than developing the characters and the story.
Then I saw Soul Eater, Rosario + Vampire, Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann and many other anime.
 (One Piece I saw almost 700 chapters without audio I stayed where Luffy defeats Doflamingo).
Since my computer had no audio, I started reading manga. I read them on TumangaOnline. That's when I read Kenichi, Rosario + Vampire, Re Monter. That's where I read the Manhua from Tales of Demos And Gods. In the comments I saw that someone commented that he had a novel and I liked it so much that I looked for it and that is how I started reading web novels.
 
I don't like watching sports on television. I find them very boring.
I like to exercise, although I am very lazy, (but it is not entirely my fault since I was born tired, after I was born the doctor had to pat me to cry) so sometimes or almost always I don't. (TT_TT)
I graduated from Bachiller of Science at the age of 15. and a few months later I passed the introductory course to study medicine. (Premedical).
And at 16 and a few months I started college. But I didn't make an effort to study, and as expected I ended up losing the year. And if he failed the last quarterly exam he ran the risk of being expelled, so requesting a temporary withdrawal from the university "accused of family problems."
As the new school term begins, I started with a slightly more focused and serious mindset. Two months after starting and being close to the first trimester exam. The teacher in charge of my year calls me and tells me that that year I cannot attend the school year, due to the withdrawal request that I had previously requested, that I had to wait at least one year before I could resume my studies.
After that I became very depressed.
After about 6 months had passed, my mother told me if she wanted to study education at another university. She told me that a friend told her that the introductory course was about to start and that few people signed up, and she asked me if I wanted to sign up. and I answered yes.
I passed the introductory with a high mark and started my first semester in the College of Education.
It goes without saying that history repeated itself, started the semester motivated but that motivation was gradually lost. Mainly because he had many free hours, due to the lack of teachers, who had left the country.
I finished spending the semester, (With some subjects postponed), but I had already lost the desire to continue so I did not continue attending.
 
It has been almost 5 or 6 years since I graduated from high school and I have not done anything with my life, I do not study and I do not work becoming a holder of the Neet Title.
Sometimes I wonder how my parents feel about me, they feel Disappointed. Annoying or perhaps proud, but how would they feel proud of me, if I have not done anything I have not achieved anything.
To be honest at this age I already saw myself as a successful person with a home of my own. Independent, and that I would have bought my parents a house on the beach. That I know, they would be proud of me, and I could take care of them.
Not like I am right now, the misguided and disappointing stereotype of an otaku.
But I don't want to continue as I am now. I want to be better. Beat myself.
 
That's why I want to be an Author making a living with what I like, writing novels, writing and exploring fantasy worlds, making people happy with my stories.
Horre my God. Honor my Parents, Honor my Family.
 
Doing what I like, working on what I like.

I wanted to write a book, but when I sat in front of the computer I was left blank and did not know what to write or how to write it, although I have many ideas and developments, I did not know how to translate. my ideas.
Then I came up with the idea to write a book about my thoughts and opinions on various topics. To practice my writing in that way.
I am Latin American and my mother tongue and the only language I know is Spanish.
I write the chapters in Spanish and translate them with the google translator. That is why I ask for your patience and tolerance to forgive my spelling mistakes.


The cover is not mine I downloaded it on pixabay and the user who published that beautiful images is rhemzART

When Hastin woke up that morning, it was still dark with crows cawing outside his window. He opened the window to try to shoo the birds away. But instead of flying away, they came into his room and smashed everything around.
He blew up after seeing how these birds spoiled his room. His laptop, mobile, books, everything lay down on the floor scattered. He took the hockey stick and tried to hit the birds to make them go away.
But before he could even swing once, they all flew away through the window which they came in from.
"Why? What is wrong with these birds? Stupid bastards" Hastin shouted through the window.
One of the crows noticed his head outside the window and came rushing towards him. When he noticed that crow, he closed the window in a hurry. The crow then hit the glass frame and fell down.
'Cawww' It shouted once and glided down the window.
Out of curiosity, he went near the window to check on that bird. But before he could even open it, the crow soared up high in the air and flew away.
'What a horrible morning? Why is the sky still dark when it is already ten am? I definitely like this atmosphere! It would have been a lovely morning if only I was not disturbed by those crazy birds.' He shook his head and marched towards the bathroom to freshen up.
Hastin prepared a toast and an omelet for breakfast. He sat in his breakfast room and finished his toast while flipping channels on the TV. When he was almost done, he realized he forgot to bring his phone.
All because of those stupid birds, his room was now in a mess. He doesn't even know where his phone was right now in that messy room! What the hell was wrong with those idiotic birds! He had never seen such a huge number of birds around his home before.
He cursed at those unlucky birds in his heart and threw the plate into the kitchen sink with frustration. He went back to his room to search for his mobile. But he couldn't find it anywhere even after searching for more than half an hour.
He kicked the floor in frustration. He once again cursed at his bad luck and then at that black evil bird. He roamed around the mansion for a few minutes to search for his spare phone.
When he went inside the library, by chance he came across his first book which he could never publish. He wondered if he could ever write stories that could attract lots of attention. After wondering about that, he completely forgot about finding his spare phone. Instead, he opened the book which was now almost covered in dust.
He closed the book after a few minutes and blew on the book cover. The dust entered his eyes and made them burn. He remembered the childhood days that only had him and his father, the only other human being he had close contact with.
Hastin was a loner from his childhood. His mother passed away after giving birth to him. His father died in a horrible accident when he was fifteen years old.
All they left him was this mansion, a few million in bank accounts, hundred acres of land which almost looked like his own private dark forest behind his backyard.
From childhood, he had this weird hobby to like anything dark and he would collect things which resemble darkness. He was home-schooled from when he was a kid. His father, Jackson taught him at home.
Jackson could be considered as a genius who was an expert in investments. Whatever he invested brought him excellent money back and he was quite famous among the aristocrats.
All the knowledge about the outside world Hastin accumulated was from books and his father's tales. He never felt odd being not a part of any society. He liked loneliness as much as he loved darkness.
Currently, he wrote his horror novels on a few famous websites. Even though he had written more than fifty books until now, none of them were famous yet. He found the situation to be both funny and irritating.
Out of all the books, each book hardly received a thousand to two thousand views. Then it would completely disappear or be pushed to the extreme last page where no one bothered to scroll down.
He did not have high hope left for his book to become famous anymore. But he had nothing else to do other than writing. Writing kept him busy and he always felt proud of his work. The only thing Hastin did was writing novels, other than cleaning this huge mansion and ordering daily necessities from online websites.
No one had visited him or even knows who lives in this secluded mansion; except those delivery guys who drop the packages near the gate once in a while. The gate was almost a mile away from his mansion. They would inform him once the delivery is done through the intercom.
Hastin would then ride his new bike to the gate which was also ordered online. He got it delivered just last month. Once in a while, he would go trekking to the dark thick forest behind his mansion to get a more spooky feeling.
The whole of his property was covered with a thick boundary wall which also had a long electric fence running on top of it. Other than birds who can fly, not even an animal could enter his place.
After his father passed away until now, he never met any other human being. He isolated himself so much that sometimes he even forgot that people exist in the outside world.
He sat in front of his laptop and found himself in a dilemma. He tried hard to imagine a plot for his next horror novel. Even after thinking for half a day, he couldn't come up with anything.
He found himself to be out of ideas to write his next horror novel. Nothing! Empty! His mind was totally blank! He shut the laptop with frustration and looked around. Seeing his room to be in a total mess made him even more irritated. so he decided to clean the room first.
While he was arranging the scattered books in order, Hastin found his mobile just next to his pillow. He was sure that when he searched his room previously, it was definitely not there.
But miraculously now it appeared on his bed and that too next to the pillow. He felt chillness run over his veins. He suddenly felt excited as he picked up the phone.
The feeling which he sensed doubled when he saw the phone screen lit up with a message. It displayed, 'Running out of ideas for your book? I can help you! Just click install…'.
He thought how did the phone find out that I was running out of ideas for my novel? When he was wondering about that a second message appeared on the screen which said,
'Do not worry I won't harm you, but….' Click next to see further.
He hesitatingly clicked next.
'....I will help you achieve several million views in the next few months'
'Do click install to try my ideas. You will not regret it, I promise...'
INSTALL
Still, he was not sure if it was a good idea. He did not have the courage to click install.
A message then popped up once again on his phone screen within a few seconds.
'This is absolutely free. You take ideas for free for the first month as a trial period. Then…'
'Oh come on click install now! It won't cost you anything. I know for sure that you will love my ideas…'
'Ok fine! Last offer! I cannot go any further than this. You get six months free trial and I guarantee a million view in one day'
He could not lie but he was definitely tempted for this offer. His fingers clicked on install as if it got a mind of its own.
The app got downloaded before he could even blink. Woah! That was fast! The app then asked him to agree to the terms and conditions. But it did warn him before he could accept,
'Beware: Terms and conditions are subject to change at any time. Users will be notified of the changes but once you accept 'Agree' you cannot uninstall the app for the next six months'.
He clicked on Agree without reading the terms and conditions properly. The app took him into a page where it asked him to select a genre. It displayed the options under the menu,
Horror - kill at least 10 people
Horror and thriller - kill at least 10 people
Horror - kill at least 100 people
Horror and thriller - kill at least 100 people
Horror - kill infinite people
Horror and thriller - kill infinite people
Horror - bring people into the play
Horror and thriller - bring people into the play
Horror - author decides everything and the app obeys
Horror and thriller - Author decides everything and the app obeys

'Select one of the options above to continue…'

Hastin was running out of ideas for his horror novel. By chance, he comes across an app which gives him ideas for his story. In the beginning, everything was smooth flowing. But later he finds out that whoever reads his story disappears and becomes the story character themselves...

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"If you are my fated then who am I to disagree?" He whispered more to himself than to me but I caught every word.

Guilt began to stir within. I held back the tear that threatened to roll down my paled cheeks as I uttered the next words, "And what if I'm not?" I began but was immediately cut off by a set of soft lips claiming my own.
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What would you do if your fate had already been written out for you? 

Meet Zion Collins. A 17 year old going 18 who is the strongest and most powerful being within the three realms. His life had always been filled with immense hatred which would lead to catastrophic destruction. His prophecy had been written ions before his birth but his parents, Phoenix and Ciana Collins, kept it from him for his own safety. 

When Alina Hart stumbles into Zion's life he notices a change within himself. This love was bound to find him because if it didn't there would be dire consequences. It is up to Zion whether he wants to accept this love or fall pray to the darkness and let hatred consume him. 

What Zion didn't bargain for was that Alina  has a secret of her own which would either break Zion or allow him to fall deeper in love with her! 
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[WARNING: This book isn't your common angel versus demon book. It has nothing to do with any known beliefs about angels and demons and is purely fictionally so have an open mind when reading this book.]

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Sitting on his cushion, Gu Qing Shan was fully focused on settling his cultivation.

Once a karmic adversity had passed, a cultivator's realm would automatically increase, this was quite a miraculous period of time during a cultivator's life.

Like a tsunami, his spirit energy was increasing in irregular leaps and bounds, manifesting more and more in his body, but Gu Qing Shan had to think of a way to make this increase stable and constant, otherwise, the excess spirit energy would damage his acupoints.

He guided the spirit energy tsunami inside his body towards his Dantian and slowly formed a spiral inside it to slow down the speed of the flow.

This was an intricate task, but it would greatly reduce the strain that the wild spirit energy put on his body.

A day later.

Gu Qing Shan finally opened his eyes.

He was now a Tribulation realm late-stage cultivator.

This time, because he didn't cultivate sword arts alone but together with martial arts, archery, Blade arts, and various others, all of his bodily attributes received an improvement.

Which was an unexpected pleasant surprise.

All of a sudden, a blinking icon in his vision caught Gu Qing Shan's attention.

One of the icons below the War God UI was blinking.

It was the [War God Title]

Finding that a bit unexpected, Gu Qing Shan tried selecting it.

Lines of glowing text quickly appeared from the [War God Title] icon.

[You've reached the lowest cultivation requirement for unlocking a new title]
[Because you've become the Shen Wei General of the cultivation world and your cultivation has reached Tribulation realm late stage, your title: 'You Ji General' has been overwritten]
[You can now use the new title: Shen Wei General]
[Title: Shen Wei General (note: You Ji General and Xiao Qi Chaplain titles have been overwritten)]
[Note: This is the highest rank of General in humanity's allied army]
[Equipping this title, you gain the unique Skill: Quick Attack (Advanced)]
[Quick Attack (Advanced): the user's attack speed is increased by 20%]

Looking at his unexpected new title, Gu Qing Shan was grinning.

Previously, the [You Ji General] title gave him an extra 15% attack speed, now the [Shen Wei General] title will give him 20%.

A whopping 20%!

His swordsmanship mainly relied on speed to win, so an increase of 20% was like giving wings to a tiger.

------no, not just his swordsmanship alone.

Martial arts, Blade arts, Archery, this title would support all of these as well.

This is terrific.

Gu Qing Shan equipped the [Shen Wei General] title, took out the Chao Yin sword, and took a stance.

He swung his sword.

The cold gleam flashed by.

"Ah?"

Gu Qing Shan scowled unexpectedly.

He found that his attack speed had indeed been increased, to the point that he was almost unable to control his sword stance.


This speed is… a bit too much.

Gu Qing Shan carefully considered it before nodding in confirmation.

A sword cultivator that was unable to control their sword was a hazard to themselves more than anyone else.

Gu Qing Shan's attitude became serious.

He stood straight up and began to practice as he did in the past.

He started with the most basic sword techniques, then coordinated strikes, then a full show of his sword styles, then Secret Arts, and finally a sword array.

Through each step, Gu Qing Shan was slowly getting used to the change in speed.
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After practicing for two hours straight, he gradually adapted to the speed of his attacks with the reinforcement of the [Shen Wei General] title.

He put the Chao Yin sword away, sat back down on his cushion and rested.

Only now did he have some time to carefully think about what happened during this time's karmic adversity.

But no matter how much he thought, Gu Qing Shan couldn't figure it out at all.

Strange…
Why did the karmic adversity end in such a simple way?
From start to end, I only got hit by those people a single time.
And even that attack was blocked by my armor, so I didn't get hurt at all.
------was that the entire adversity?
Or did I actually run into some sort of extremely dangerous situation that I didn't know about?

He carefully thought about it, slowly rewinding every detail of everything that happened so far.

With the process of elimination, Gu Qing Shan slowly got closer to the answer.

"Seems like the key factor was that tree…"

He muttered.

As soon as I saw the tree, I had already released my inner sight to check below the desert.
But I didn't sense anything.
If my karmic adversity really did come from that tree, the tree's power must have been far beyond my imagination.
Otherwise, it isn't simple to fool a cultivator's inner sight.
Then…
What exactly happened?

Recalling the little black scorpion that he saw after waking up from meditation, Gu Qing Shan realized something.

After a brief moment of silence, he remembered.

Putting his hand on the Inventory Bag, Gu Qing Shan released his inner sight inside.

The branch that the tree gave him was still silently sitting in his Inventory Bag.

It was a jet black sharp tree branch.

At the time, I was cautious so I used a manipulation seal to pick the tree branch up without touching it and stored it inside my Inventory Bag.
But now-----

At this point, it was because of his conjecture that he felt hesitant to touch the branch.

Gu Qing Shan lifted his hand away from the Inventory Bag and silently sighed.

He quickly made his decision.

-------although I don't know why it decided to leave me alone, but this time was just sheer luck.
I need to be a lot more careful from now on, I was too reckless earlier.
That branch should be more than enough to tell me the truth of this entire matter.
According to Wang Cheng's memories, there are some establishments within the black market that are responsible for appraising rare and mysterious items.
I'll just have them appraise the tree branch for me to confirm my suspicions.
Let's move.

Putting the cushion away, Gu Qing Shan swallowed another spirit energy replenishment pill.

He lightly leapt upwards, flew high in the sky, going past the clouds.

The higher he went, the weaker the sand storm would be.

Finally, Gu Qing Shan reached a point where sand filled the air.

Normally speaking, the higher you were the stronger the wind should be, but this world was the complete opposite, with the wind getting weaker the higher he went.

Gu Qing Shan's gaze extended far.

The entire world was covered by the wind and sand, reaching all the way to the horizon.

There wasn't a single spot where he couldn't see the sand storm.

Occasionally, some places could briefly be seen unaffected by the sand, but would soon be obscured again.

The only reason for that would be because some gigantic creatures or things were moving in the sand, briefly shifting it.

After confirming his direction, Gu Qing Shan turned into a streak of light that cut right across the horizon.
…
Five days later.

Gu Qing Shan finally reached his destination.

He appeared outside a small town, clearly worn out from the trip.

This small town in front of him should be the entrance to the black market, responsible for the verification and arrangement of those who wished to visit the black market.

Large and well-known organizations within the 900 million World Layers, as well as highly developed civilizations, would be allowed direct entry into the black market.

But anyone else who wishes to gain entry must go through a small admittance qualification test.

After a single second of hesitation, Gu Qing Shan decided not to reveal his identity as a member of the Justice Iron Fist Club.

Barry and Kitty are currently in his original world, and due to the transformation it was going through, they would temporarily be unable to leave.

Most if not all other Lord-class Combatants were heavily wounded in the war, currently protected inside Divine Power Frost Crystals and scattered around the Strife Zones.

It isn't smart to reveal my identity right now.

He sighed and walked to the entrance of the small town.

Quite a long queue was already formed here, waiting for their turn to go into town.

The entire line of people was neat and orderly, not to mention highly efficient as they silently moved along.

Everyone was polite and amiable, maintaining a certain level of etiquette.

-----but this wasn't because everyone here was reasonable and patient.

It was because along both sides of the path leading into town were countless severed heads stacked on top of each other, forming two long and tall walls.

The wall of heads stretched from the entrance of the town all the way to the vast desert outside.

These tens of thousands of heads all came from those who disobeyed the rules of the black market.

Under the scrutiny of the countless heads around them, everyone naturally learnt the manner of conduct in this place as soon as they could.

-------to enter the black market, there were two rules that everyone must follow:

No cutting in line.

And don't be noisy.

Aside from that, the other reason why everyone was maintaining silence was that most of these people were carrying a book with them.

Everyone lowered their gaze, silently focused on reading the books in their hands.

After some careful observation, Gu Qing Shan found that above the long queue of people all sorts of books would occasionally appear.

They will randomly linger above the heads of those standing in line, at the same time asking if those people would like to read them to kill some time.

This was free.

Because the owner of this black market wanted as many people who came here to understand this world as well as the market as thoroughly as they needed to.

Looking at those books, Gu Qing Shan couldn't help but sigh.

Unfortunately------ Wang Cheng didn't know how to read.
Otherwise, I would've known a lot more about the black market already.

At this time, a green-back book flew over his head and gently asked: [Sir, do you need my service?]

"A, yes, I want to know what kind of knowledge you contain" Gu Qing Shan respectfully asked.

[Recorded on me is the knowledge regarding the 5th destruction of this world, if you are interested, you may read now]

"I'm very interested, thank you"

[You're welcome, then shall we begin]

The book slowly fell into his hand and automatically turned the first page.

And so, while standing in line, Gu Qing Shan read about what happened during this world's 5th destruction. 
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