Project Fright is a collection of stories of horrific topics including zombies, cryptids, and psychological thrillers. Are these horror stories? No, definitely not (I’m not good enough to write those); these are scary sci-fi topics and/or ideas.

As I previously said , the purpose of this book is to free myself . From my thoughts . By thinking them over before writing them , and analyzing them with the cold reasoning Sherlock Holmes himself uses . Without being emotional . Because everything that is emotional is opposite to that cold judgement . I know one of the chapters made me cry so bad , but that is because that wound is this open . It hasn't healed yet . And it won't so soon . But the others were long healed . I just wanted to remember and to live throught those moments again . Those were made to make me more understandable by you , my reader , and to feel like I'm really getting rid of any hate for them . 
This is the first book I've ever published , and I'm doing it every day . However , this isn't the first time I write my thought . You name it : diary , notepad , lines , songs , poems . The most disturbing ones were for the notepad on my computer . I usually cried while writing them , for I put my very heart and opinion into them . But as time flew , I deleted some of them , scared someone could find them , but even more because they were impulses . That short impulse made me feel so many emotions , which gradually calmed me by writing them . So I deleted them . I kept only 2 . Which are my general opinion about daily topics . I will gradually repost them here , so you can see how a short impulse can generate so many words and so many emotions . 
This book also serves as an exercise itself . Funny , right ? It's like a track daily diary , were I put my most personal opinions and give the earnest pieces of advice , leaving a mark on this earth and life , while learning how to love myself . It's the evidence that I'm trying everyday to stop procrastinating , to growing , to glowing , and to improving more other things . This is also my way of communicating deeper topics , which I cannot bring myself to say with my own mouth . As a surprise , this is my first attempt of writing something freely , before getting into designing characters . I want to make a story composed 100% by me . I don't aspire to be a miracle writer , like JK Rowling , but at least I can do something that pleases me , and others , without feeling like I should put the latter one on a pedestal . How I actually do . I don't want to pursue a writing life , because in the future I would be feeding some mouths , so I need to make a living . I'm not saying writers don't earn much , but before that there are lots of ups and downs , and I need to take care of people who took care of me . 
So what kind of book would you be interested in ? A thriller ? A drama ? A romantic comedy ? Strange enough , I'm an incurable romantic , but also an action lover . Be prepared for everything . 
Just you wait . Tell me the blessing you had today . For me , it might be the chance to make things as I want them to be . For being completely in control . For having parents that understand that I can purchase anything wisely . 

a book without a genre . it's genre depends on you . if you are in love , it'll be romance . if you are sad , it'll be a tragedy. if you are happy , it'll be a comedy . it's not a will nor a diary , but it's made to free both the writer , and the reader .

Prologue: The Story behind Eranoth's Lore-books.

Eranoth stared at the blank pages of his outdated version of Microsoft word. "Growing up, I studied a large assortment of really random stuff in depth. How do I make this useful?" He asked his elder sister, RedPandaChick. 
"I don't have an answer for you, however, I am using my knowledge in writing. Using actual knowledge and applying it to my stories is great!" She replied.
"I'm doing that, but it doesn't seem like enough." Eranoth thought for a bit. My research has almost no real life application though… "Wait! I have an idea!"
RedPandaChick looked up. "Oh?"
"I have wanted to compile my research on various topics into one place anyways. Why don't I write it down and share it. Others can then learn different ways to apply story aspects and I can make my odd knowledge useful!"
The elder sister smiled. "That sounds like a great idea! There is another author that the people in the webnovel chat on discord they call "Wikipedia" because they have answers to a lot of things. This could be a great way for you to get involved in webnovel before you get further in your actual novels."
Eranoth smiled. "I think the other authors may appreciate it."
"I think more than just other authors will appreciate it." She replied.
Eranoth excitedly got to work. Hoping that Eranoth's book of lore research is well liked despite the limited story being told. 
The adult male started writing. "To the readers: As most of the content has actually been created through extrapolation and pondering on the subjects in question rather than from a website or specific sources, there will be very few reference links to actual resources. To authors that are struggling with means to understand the intricacies of things, feel free to message me a "subject" you wish for help understanding. While I cannot guarantee accuracy, especially if it is out of my realm of expertise, the lore I write in these books are fantastic ways to apply concepts. Happy writing!"
"P.S. When I start posting my real stories I hope you will love them!
P.P.S. Sadly, despite all of my theory-craft, no successful real life application has been attained."

Lore Book 1: Shapeshifting: An in depth on the myriad methods of creating change to oneself or others. 

Chapter 1: The basics of shapeshifting

 "Most people think of shapeshifting in a few simple ways." Eranoth muttered to himself as he pondered how to simplify the explanation for chapter 1. "The most commonly accepted method is known as blood-shifting even though most don't call it that. Blood shifting has a few sub-categories but that is for another chapter or 3..." 
Relaxing Gameboy Pokemon music played on youtube as he wrote.
He pet the cat sized white tiger plushy RedPandaChick got him while she was at the zoo last time. "How would you explain it?" 
The inanimate object did not respond. 
Eranoth steeled his nerves as this was something he had put off for years. "Over the ages many people have tried to give shapeshifting a very esoteric definition. For the sake of simplicity I am going to use the following very broad definition. *Shapeshifting is the act of changing from one shape into another.* This broad explanation is actually very inclusive and brings in topics not commonly associated with shapeshifting. But that is a topic for another chapter."
"Shapeshifting has many names. Some of these include: Form shifting, Mutating, Evolving, adaption, Transforming and so on. Despite the fact that these names talk about the same 'over-arching concept', they are actually very different when you get down to the nitty gritty. " 
"Logic is a difficult thing to have when involving shapeshifting outside of the 'norm'. Think about it, how can a frog suddenly become a rabbit? When push comes to shove, how does it actually work? Magically?"
Eranoth face palmed at his own sarcasm.  "Sorry, allow me to clarify. When writing about a magic there is a 'logical' explanation for that magic, how it works, and so on within the realm the magic exists in. Often times, the 'how it works' for shapeshifting, magical or not, is glazed over, especially when it isn't the primary focus of the story. Lawless shapeshifting can actually lore break."
"Take Legendary Moonlight Sculpture for example. There is a low level npc evil priest that casts a transformation type unholy spell and turns a soldier from the enemy into a ferocious wolf that attacks his own best friends. The soldier couldn't stop it or resist. Holy! That is powerful! Why not use that spell to destroy an army rather than a fireball?"
Now let's turn our attention to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. For those who have not read it, I won't go into detail to avoid spoilers. My personal favorite chapter in that whole book is a lore broken transfiguration spell. The target couldn't resist. Their wand fell to the floor. They couldn't use their magic as a result and they became a harmless critter completely at the mercy of the caster. If that much power could be used from a simple spell, then couldn't the dark lord have been stopped ages ago by being turned into a pocket watch?"
Eranoth laughed to himself. "In games it is the same. The MC saves A B and C from transformation curse. But if you really thought about it, if the curse were cast on the MC wouldn't the story suddenly end? Instant game over? Another in game example, MC uses transformation spell to perform task D. They are able to pull it off flawlessly and nobody suspects a thing."
The old pokemon music ended and Eranoth pulled up another song by a remixer named Kamex.  He took a deep breath after complaining about ads about liberty mutual and google fi.
"As you can see, lawless shapeshifing can lead to a plethora of questions and break the lore of a story. However, Shapeshifting shouldn't be a taboo. In fact, when I start posting my own stories on webnovel, you will see that shapeshifting can actually amplify the story or allow for a very different way to affect a story. To be honest, I haven't read many people's works yet. However, I want to applaud the writer Harry_Dresden in regards to his comprehension of shapeshifting within the world of his book Werewolf in another world. Even though it is the easiest of the lore to find information regarding, (Conditional Bloodshifting and Illusion-shifting), every time transformations are involved in his story, the lore is maintained."
"When involving most things in a story, you should consider a few things. What purpose does it have? How does it work within the world I have created? Shapeshifting has a bit more to consider as well. What is the cost? What is the result? How does it happen? Does it end? ETC."
Eranoth put his face into his hands thinking that this is probably too much of an info dump despite the fact that the entirety of the book is intended to be an info dump.  "I should take a break and prepare the chicken I will be using for dinner." He said as he left his computer behind before getting ready to write chapter 2.

© J Eranoth

Eranoth's Lore books are a series of books about otherworldly lore. They are designed to bring clarification about subjects that are not easily understood. 
This particular lorebook is dedicated to the many methods of shapeshifting. 

Eranoth's actual novels will come out at a later time when they are ready to be unleashed upon the world. Please know that Eranoth's lore books are not his world's lore, they are general lore for the use and adaption of writers.

For those seeking logic for lore, feel free to let me know what types of lore you want me to write books for. Before you get all excited, I WILL NOT waste time writing lore books on topics easily found with google OR adult content. If you want a lorebook on those types of things don't ask.

Happy reading and Writing!
Note: Due to the nature of the book, there is very little 'story' but I have tried to break it up a bit with story to make it less of a straight info dump.

Meanwhile, during lunchtime, Bianca holding a lunch tray and looking for an available table in a cafeteria. I seat on the chair. I put a lunch tray on the table then many people crowd in her cafeteria table. I'm chatting with her friend Xing. She is a bubbly girl who gets friendly with people. I never forget about her in my favorite moment of my friends and Xing oversleep in my home. My favorite part of Xing teaches me how to write a Hanyu. She shows me the first phrase, "我那么爱你" and explained to me that "我那么爱你" meant I love you so much. Xing and I laughing so hard while eating a light meal in the cafeteria. Bianca and her Xing startled by a lonely student named Asher. Someone told Bianca that Asher has no parents since his parents died in a plane crashed in Thailand. Bianca explained Xing that Asher grew up in an orphanage and came from Barbados. Asher's race is a mix of black, white, Latin, Jewish, and Swedish, that kind of thing is called multiracial. His natural hair is a dark brown wave medium-colored.  Bianca and Xing are whispering each other about him. Bianca slows walking to Asher in his table and her heart is trembling. She taps his shoulder as his head turns to look at her. She is soft-heart staring at him during the froze while holding his turkey sandwich.  
Bianca low voice, "who are you?"
During, Xing and her friends behind Bianca get to know him. Xing texting on her smartphone and sent a fake emotion to describe what she's excited. Her friends curiously and puzzled keep talking about him that they didn't know who is him. Asher locks eyes with Bianca, increasing the tension.
Asher felt awkward and answers, " My full name is Asher Al-Altier O-Oscar..."
 Bianca nervous holds to her hair waves into her mouth. She said, "My full name is  Bianca Amari Èdelmira." swallowing, "How do you do?"
"I just read a science book while I was eating my light meal.", Asher told Bianca. 
Bianca asking Asher, "Feel free to come and join our table to have fun with friends." 
"No, I have no free time, and my mom will scold me for joining people I don't know.", Asher sigh.
I am puzzled when Asher mentions "mom" but who cares; I will leave Asher alone. And I walk, returning to my seat. And Xing begins interrogating me.
Bianca told Xing, "He doesn't want to join our table because he wants to be alone."
Xing loses interest in him and begins to talk about other topics. Whenever something funny comes up, we laugh loudly. In my mind, I am asking myself why I spoke to him. He looked lonely, and he is a recent transfer. I found him alone at an empty table for four weeks.

A Californian girl named Bianca. Her family were immigrants and living in California. She has been struggling in tight position due to her difficult decisions in high school.

The First letter
The Writer 


Dear Margaret:

I'm writing to tell you the story I promised you, pay close attention and don't forget a single name.

Even Loren was lying in his office on his comfortable sofa-bed, letting glorious prose of free speech and gender equality escape his lips, when Cohen, his writer, was already uneasy about his bold words and exclaimed to him:

___ Young man, do you think it's appropriate to write all that?    I mean, the censorship law forbids talking about such controversial topics - why are you interrupting me?  - Even replied to his writer.


___ Should I censor my words to hide the truth that many refuse to recognize even though they are not blind to it? 

 
___ My lord, that is not...  - Even interrupted him and replied again:


___ Cohen, I did not bring you here to also question what my eyes cannot see, but still, even I am not so blind to understand.  What I'm saying is exactly what I want you to write, do you understand?

Loren was a young man of character, dedicated to writing in body and soul; what a misfortune it was for him to be born blind. 

 Even Loren was born in 1886, in the golden years of Cyber-industrialization (it was Cyberpunk).  The world was not ready for so many changes, so everyone suffered a drastic confrontation with the new futuristic reality in which they were.  However, despite the technological changes they were undergoing, the era of floating cruises, they still retained the same creeds and taboos that held their advanced society back within a time loop.  They retained the same labels and social classes; the same beliefs and moral concepts.  Fashion stagnated in the Renaissance era.  Controversies over new ideas prevented them from continuing.  They lived with the same problems of acceptance and pedagogical advances.  A new era began very early for the seven kingdoms of Algon (name of the continent)

The Loren family became billionaires after investing a small amount of money in the new trend of the moment; cars.  All the noble families wanted complete car collections, and they didn't want just any car in their collections, they wanted those of the Loren brand.  The Loren family car line had gained a high prestige. 

 On Even Loren's twenty-third birthday, his mother Carli Loren fell into despair when she assumed that there was no alpha who wanted to commit himself to such a blind burden as her son. 

Then Carli screamed:

___ What are we going to do with him?!

Her husband was concentrating on his poker game, she said:

___ Are you asking me?  - he said with a smile on his face.

Carli, quite upset, turned round and replied:

___ Who the hell would I be asking then?  - She pointed to her son with her right hand and said;

___ Him?  - she said with a lot of irony in her words.  Then, Even in the middle of the climax said to his mother:

___ Lady, I'm blind, not deaf, I can't see why you have to talk like I'm not here. 

___ Even!  - She exclaimed 

___ Don't you understand what this means to you?  To reach such an advanced age without a suitor, oh for the gods!  - she said with her hand on her chest.  Even did not see the seriousness of the matter, so he answered her:

___ Not everyone needs a fiancé to feel complete, Mom; not everyone is like you. 

His mother frowned and replied:

___ Everyone could say that except you, Even.  Son, dear, a complete person could live alone for the rest of their life if they so chooses, don't you remember old John?  He preferred to live on his own with his fortune and nothing else.  But you...  you wouldn't be complete with anyone at your side. 

After she said such hurtful words, she left.  Even's father, Augustín, left his poker and stared out the window of his house in silence.  He had never heard so much noise among so much silence until that day.

Even Loren is a strong omega who likes to write and learn new things. How unfair to be born blind. However, his life may change with a unexpected friendship with another omega really different to him.

Chapter 4. Essay competition (2)

On Friday, everyone in the school was more excited than usual. It wasn't just one class but the whole school was excited about the idea to leave early.

There were many students who had already made plans to go to karaoke or a movie with their friends. Several couples had also made plans to go on dates.

It was like nobody cared about the essay competition. It was just a trivial matter for them.

"It looks like winning would be easy."

Kei said to Ren while standing besides him.

"It looks like you have prepared hard for the contest."

"Yeah, I am reading and writing different types of essays for a week now."

Kei said looking a little proud of himself.

"Why are even giving this much value to a essay competition?"

"I told you right, I just wanted to give writing a chance."

"Do you really think you can win this competition?"

"I don't know. I will only know after the competition."

"Yeah, well good luck for the competition."

"Good luck to you too."

Kei said as he indulged himself in a book. It was a light novel to be exact.

Various people will think that Kei was being carefree, reading a light novel before the competition but only Ren knew that Kei had a habit of reading light novels whenever he is nervous.

Ren also didn't disturb him and started glancing around the classroom.

He noticed that most of the students had already decided what to write and some were discussing what to write with their friends.

They all had excited expressions not because of the essay competition but because they will be able to leave early today.

At that moment, the door opened and the teacher entered with a stack of papers.

The entire class fell silent seeing Shiki sensei entering the classroom. The essay competition was basically a test, requiring every homeroom teacher to oversee their respective classes.

"Take one and pass it to the person behind you. You may begin as soon as you receive your paper." 

Shiki sensei said as he passed the papers. Ren received the paper from the person in his front.

The paper was white and there were topics to choose between for the essay. There were various topics like friends, family, teachers, love, school, animals etc.

'What do I choose?'

Ren wasn't able to choose between the topics. He wasn't taking the essay competition seriously in the first place but he didn't knew what you write.

He glanced around at the classroom only to notice that excluding him, all the classmates were writing. Even Kei was writing something.

Some students were also whispering among themselves asking each other what they are going to write about. Shiki sensei didn't say anything to their behaviour.

He wasn't known for being strict in the first place, so he just let them do it.

Ren glanced around at his paper trying to find a topic he wanted to write about. As he was searching for a topic, he vision got struck on a topic at the very corner of the paper.

'Genius.'

It was a topic that didn't stand out much and Ren knew that many people will not write about this topic.

But Ren felt a connection to this word. It was a word that was stuck closely to his previous life.

Thinking about that word, Ren had a sudden impulse to write. It was a entirely different feeling. At first, he didn't take the competition seriously but now he just wanted to write.

It was a impulsive feeling to write but Ren didn't do anything about it. Before he knew it, he had a pen in his hand and his hands were writing something.

It's been quite a few days since he had came to this world but Ren hadn't write about anything. 

He knew that he had said that he will start his second life as a author if he got the chance but after coming to this world, Ren didn't have a impulse to write.

He didn't wanted to write anything half-assed only to fail again. He also wanted to take sometime to adjust to his new life.

Another reason was that he wanted to relax for sometime. In his previous life, he was continuously working, so he wanted to relax for a bit.

He also needed time to adjust to his new life. Due to these reasons, he hadn't wrote anything after coming to this world.

You could even say he hadn't found anything to write about yet but as soon as he saw the word 'Genius', the words immediately started coming out and before he knew it, he had already written on most of the paper.

"Time is up. Submit your paper quickly."

As he was writing, he heard Shiki sensei voice which woke him up from his writing trance. 

Ren glanced around the classroom and noticed that most of the students had already left the classroom. The classroom was empty and there were only four people including Shiki sensei.

First one was Ren, second was Kei and the third was a student sitting in the first bench of the first row.

Ren wasn't able to see his face as he was still writing.

"Didn't you three hear me? I said that time was finished."

Shiki sensei shouted again and this time finally everyone stopped writing.

Kei and the student sitting in the front row hastily gave their papers to Shiki sensei and after taking their paper, Shiki sensei looked towards Ren.

"Amano, your paper."

"Ha….here."

Ren stood up as he hastily gave his paper to Shiki sensei. He didn't wanted to submit his paper as he had not completed it but he had no choice as the time was finished.

As soon as Ren submitted his paper, Shiki sensei left the classroom with the same stack of papers he had entered the classroom with, the only difference was that this time the papers were filled with words.

"Did your essay went well?"

Kei asked him as he came close to him.

"I don't know how it went but I wrote with my heart."

"My essay also went well. I am just worried about it's ending. I don't have enough time to complete it."

"What did you write about?"

"Oh, I wrote about dreams."

Ren didn't remember about that topic but there were a lot of topics and he didn't remember all of them.

"You unexpectedly stayed till the end, huh."

"What do you mean?" Ren asked confusingly.

"I mean, I thought you will just write something half-assed and left like the other students and I will be the only one left till the end."

"Well, I just wrote what came to my mind and you know, there is another person who stayed till the end."

Ren said as he glanced at the other boy who stayed till the end.

"Ah, that's Minami Ryuu."

"You know about him."

Kei looked at Ren with a confused expression as he said.

"How can you not know about him when you are in the same class and he is also very popular."

"Popular? Is he famous."

"Famous? That word isn't enough to describe him. He is super famous. He is handsome, his grades are one of the top and he always excels at sports. He is one of the most famous student in the school."

"Really?"

Ren again glanced at Minami who was packing his bag and preparing to leave.

'I admit he's handsome.'

He was indeed handsome. With brown hair and a sharp and handsome face, he indeed looked fairly handsome. 

"I wonder why that person stayed till the end."

"Maybe, he's interesting in writing."

When Ren said that, Kei had a weird expression as he said.

"It could be that but he is always with his group of friends and there are also rumours about him dating various girls. That type of person would rather spend his time going to karaoke with his friends than writing."

"I wonder but it isn't our place to pay attention to. Let's go home."

"Yeah, do you want to come to my house to play the new dating sim."

"No, I have something to do today."

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

After that, He Ying asked Lu Zhou a lot of questions on behalf of the audience, and Lu Zhou responded to them one by one.
This included how controllable fusion technology would affect the lives of ordinary people.
And what kind of positive impacts the energy breakthrough would have on the nation's economy.
Also, Lu Zhou's own personal future plans…
Of course, Lu Zhou obviously didn't talk about any sensitive technology topics.
Once they were done with the interview, some people would edit the content of the program before the program would be officially broadcasted. They would edit out those sensitive topics.
Of course, since these things were handled by the professional production team, Lu Zhou didn't have to worry about it.
In the second half of the interview, during the audience interactive session, an 11-year-old girl walked on stage. She stood next to Lu Zhou while holding a large bouquet of clove pinks. 
She stared at Lu Zhou with her big, bright eyes as she handed out the bouquet in her hand.
"My teacher told us that you should put the flowers in a vase, next to your bedside table. This will make you feel better. Grandpa said that you used knowledge to help a lot of people, he wants you to get better. Also, I want to become a scientist like you when I grow up…"
It wasn't easy for the little girl to say all this, especially while holding a large bunch of flowers.
The young girl took a deep breath. She looked absolutely adorable.
"Thank you for your clove pink!"
Lu Zhou smiled and took the flowers from her hand. Even though he knew this was probably arranged by the show production team, he still smiled and said gratuitously, "Smelling the flower is already making me feel a lot better. Remember to tell your teacher I said thank you!"
The little girl blushed and nodded. She then turned around and ran off stage.
The audience erupted in applause.
In the midst of the applause, the show also came to an end.
Lu Zhou left the studio and went into the green room.
After He Ying expressed her gratitude to Lu Zhou on behalf of the production team, she continued to speak, "Professor Lu, are you free later?"
Lu Zhou: "Why, what's up?"
He Ying smiled and said, "Nothing much, I just wanted to grab food with you or something."
"Let's get food another day. I'm afraid Doctor Yan won't let me eat anything before I leave the hospital," Lu Zhou said with a smile.
Yan Yan, who was standing behind him, didn't say anything. However, she obviously agreed.
Even though she didn't have the power to control Lu Zhou's actions, as his personal doctor, she was still responsible for all of his health concerns.
Even though He Ying was a little disappointed, she still smiled. "Okay then, another day it is."
After Lu Zhou left the TV studio, he went back into his car. He was surprised to find out that the 301 Hospital guards that followed him here were gone. Instead, in came Wang Peng, who he hadn't seen for three days.
Lu Zhou was sitting in the back seat. He looked at the familiar face through the rearview mirror and said, "I thought you went home for the holidays."
Wang Peng made a helpless expression.
"No holidays for me, I'll probably lose my end-of-year bonus as well."
Forget about the end-of-year bonus.
If it weren't for his previous excellent record, he would be in even more trouble right now.
He had been constantly berated by the higher-ups over the past few days.
"No end-of-year bonus? Why…" Lu Zhou suddenly realized something and awkwardly said, "It's not because of me, right?"
Wang Peng smiled and didn't say anything.
It was quite difficult for him to answer this question.
Of course, he didn't complain about the punishment. After all, it was his job to protect Lu Zhou. And now, it seemed like he had failed his job.
However, Lu Zhou, who knew the real reason of why he was sick, felt somewhat guilty. After all, he wasn't poisoned or malnourished into a coma or something. It was purely because he leveled up his discipline. His brain couldn't handle the information overload… 
Lu Zhou decided he should do something to compensate for this.
"Oh, I see, I'll write a letter for you and explain the situation to the higher-ups."
Wang Peng was suddenly anxious, and he said, "Oh please don't, please don't do this."
Lu Zhou said, "No, this isn't your fault. It's mainly because I didn't take care of my body…"
Suddenly, Yan Yan interrupted him.
"His department has rules and regulations. If someone said that he made a mistake, then he made a mistake. There's no debate about that… If you really write a letter for him, not only will it not help him, but it will give him more trouble."
She was also punished in the same regard.
The reason why she wasn't fired from her current position was that 301 Hospital couldn't find any evidence of malnourishment.
This was also the reason why Wang Peng was able to get his job back. There was simply no evidence of sabotage.
Even though Yan Yan's father was a veteran, she didn't get any type of special treatment.
And she never expected Lu Zhou to get her out of this trouble.
Lu Zhou began to realize the situations they were in, so he decided not to write the letter.
Even though he still felt kind of guilty, it was what it was.
At most, he would just compensate them later…
Lu Zhou returned to 301 Hospital and was about to go upstairs for his daily medical checkup. However, when he walked into the main building, he saw Academician Wang waiting at the front entrance.
Academician Wang's eyes lit up when he saw Lu Zhou, and he smiled as he walked over.
"How are you? Do you feel better?"
"I feel a lot better." Lu Zhou smiled and said, "It's almost Chinese New Year. Are you not going back to your hometown?"
"I was born and raised in Beijing, where am I supposed to go? My hometown is one metro stop away." When Academician Wang saw that Lu Zhou could walk on his own, he nodded in relief. He said, "I'm relieved that your condition is getting better. You have no idea how many people were worried about you." 
Lu Zhou smiled awkwardly and said, "I feel really bad."
"Don't say that! We're the ones who should be feeling bad." Academician Wang sighed and said, "Controllable fusion isn't an easy thing to accomplish. Especially when it comes to coordinating various research departments. Most of the critical research projects were done by you alone. Honestly… I and the old guys at the Chinese Academy of Sciences feel quite guilty."
"I'm just doing my best, no big deal." Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Plus, my health is getting a lot better now."
Academician Wang sighed and said, "I'm glad you think that way. Also, there's one thing I have to tell you. While you were in a coma, we tried to achieve fusion ignition a couple more times. The STAR-2 demonstration reactor is looking good. The higher-ups personally made demands to implement the grid connection and supply electricity to the 80 million residents in the Jiangsu province!"
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "It's going to be connected? That's fantastic!"
Academician Wang smiled and said, "Yeah, it's really amazing. I didn't expect to live to see this day. But, there's another favor I have to ask you."
Lu Zhou frowned and said, "Is there a problem with the demonstration reactor?"
That's not possible!
Even the system recognized the success of the fusion ignition.
"It's not the demonstration reactor." Academician Wang quickly explained, "It's just that after it's connected to the grid, we can't keep calling it its code name, right? After all, this is the world's first demonstration reactor. The higher-ups asked us for a new name. I don't really care about these kinds of things, so I'm asking you, the chief designer."
Academician Wang smiled and said, "How about you think of a beautiful name for the reactor? If you really can't think of anything, you can use your own name. This is a good opportunity to leave your name in history."
"Let's not use my name. It sounds weird." Lu Zhou coughed and said, "I'll think about it."
Academician Wang said, "Okay then, you think about it. I have a couple of examples here."
Lu Zhou: "What examples do you have?"
"Oh, like Houyi, Jinwu, Daohuozhe, Suiren, etcetera. There's also the more westernized Prometheus. These were all decided through votes by the people in the army department. You can decide which one you like." 
After thinking for a long time, Lu Zhou said, "Let's call it Pangu[1]."
Academician Wang: "Pangu?"
"Yeah." Lu Zhou nodded.
He had actually thought about this for a while.
Not only would the controllable fusion breakthrough revolutionize the energy industry, but it would change the entire world.
In some sense, the birth of this demonstration reactor was the second creation of the world.
"If you think that's a good name, then so be it." Academician Wang smiled and said, "Okay then, I'm not going to stay here for long. I'll submit this name to the higher-ups and you should get some rest. The people at the demonstration reactor site are still waiting for your return. We still haven't hosted a fusion ignition celebration party yet. We've been looking forward to this for the whole of last year."
Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.
"Ok, I promise we'll have the party soon."
[1] Chinese myth, creator of the world.


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Mmm... I think the last chapter was a bit random and I may not specify the dates, time or something. This chapter is going to be different, so, let's get started.

14/10/2019

I always wake up at 7:30 at morning and I check my phone for a few minutes. The first app I went was Instagram (If you want mine ask me on the comments) and I checked my comments and messages, that's it. Then, I went to Pinterest for no reason (lol). I woke up at 7:45, I went to toilet, I went downstairs to have my breakfast, then I went to my bedroom to prepare and then I went to college while listening to music. This is what I do ALWAYS at the mornings. When I was in college, at 9:15, I went to the Lab corridor, which it was on the ground, I logged to the college's WiFi, I waited next to the laboratory while my back was in the wall and I went to Twitter for a few minutes. The first thing that I read was that SuperM tops Billboard 200 with their first mini-album and was really happy for them. When I saw my teacher coming I immediately closed my phone and went inside.

As soon as we went inside, the teacher told us to wear a lab coat, goggles and do the handwashing technique because we had to do a practical. I'm going to be honest, I hate doing practicals with my the majority of me classmates. The practical that we did it was about the growth of E.coli and S.albus. The teacher told us to do it with a partner, it can be someone next to you or your friend, and I have no friends so I had to do it with the person next to me that doesn't even listen to me when I tell her that we should do the next step of the practical. It's so annoying and stressful because we don't have enough time. All the lessons takes 1 hour and 10 minutes, but depending on the teacher and the lessons that we do, we can go early.

'Wait, she didn't say we have to record it'

'But, everyone is doing it'

'Still, she didn't say it'

'She did,' I was pointing with my thumb to the boys behind me, 'she even told them to record the data'

'Waaaiiit'

ISTG, at that moment I was going to explode and do it by myself, but I didn't. Then the teacher told everyone to record the data after we finish doing the practical and I was like 'told you'.

After we finished doing the practicals and record the data, the teacher letted us to go. It was 10:16 and the lesson was supposed to finish at 10:30, but who cares. I went to the college's caffeteria with my headphones on and sat one of the sofas next to a painting and a wall on the front and the back so no one sees me while I'm listening to music and reading Webtoons or watching Social Media. While I was listening to music I went to Twitter and when I oppened it, I didn't want to believe what I was reading. I didn't even scroll it down, it was the first post on my Twitter from AllKpop, a post that I should have not read it. 

I don't know how I should say it, my heart broke and I was from 1 millisecond to cry in front of 5 girls that were in the same place as me, but I didn't. I didn't have emotions at that moment, my mind went blank and my body didn't move for a few seconds.

Sulli, former member from F(x), passed away at 3:20pm KST.

I don't want to write anything of what the police said in there becasue I don't want to cry while I'm writing this.

A beautiful person with charisma, has left us. Now she's an angel and I hope she's resting better up there with her closest friend Jonghyun, away from this shitty and cruel world. She didn't deserve any hate comments, neither idols deserve that treatment. 

Sulli, I hope you're resting well up there with Jonghyun. I hope you've found the happiness that you two wanted. You're someone who inspired many people, an angel that one will forget and you're someone who changed many people's life. You didn't deserve all the hate comments from those motherfuckers who doesn't even deserve to be part of the Kpop community. I hope those fuckers are ashemed of themeselves. You don't know how much you inspired me and I promise that I will never forget about the things you've done. Thanks to you, I've been more into Kpop, because of your beautiful smile, your dramas and everything. I love you and I will always love you.
You are and you will always be the most beautiful person I ever saw and now you're an angel.
My thoughts and condolences to her family and friends.
Rest in peace.

I'm going to stop there because I don't want to talk about anything. She didn't deserve those hate comments and I can't believe that those people are now being 'friendly' like nothing has happened. If you hate an artist, it doesn't mean that you have to send hate and spread false rumors about them. They are humans, like us and if you don't accept that, I'm ready to report all your Social Media, find you and hit you. I don't care if I go to jail, they don't deserve all the hate. 

I personally don't like that much Blackpink, except their songs, and that's becasue they're succeded really quick and I don't like these kind of artists (sorry Blinks), but, it doesn't mean I send hate or hurtful comments to them because I know they're just breathing and I will never send hate comments to them becasue I know that everyone in the Kpop community should respect each other, no matter if the artist is not someone you expected or anything, they just don't deserve it.

Mental health is a big issue in the world and we just ignore it. This world is going to shit.

15/10/2019

I couldn't sleep all night 'cause I was crying of what happened to Sulli, I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm was so grateful that today my lessons start at 13:15, so I slept a bit until 11:45. When it was time to wake up, I did the same things I do every single morning. I thought it will not rain, but it was raining, but really bad.

Today we didn't many of things in lesson, I only had Physics and Chemistry. My Physics teacher is the best teacher I had, I'm not joking, my last Physics teacher was like, copy the PowerPoints as homework, not explaining the topics properly, shouts to the people who doesn't do anything, a 2 faces and I think she wants a reward as the best actor since when another teacher comes she acts nicely and calmly, but when that teacher goes starts to shout to everyone. If that teacher becomes an actress, she will definitely win the Oscar.

After that, I got Chemistry. One the first day of college I thought that it will be more easy and funny, but it turns out that the teacher gives more things to do than my high school teacher. I mean, my Chemistry teacher tells us to copy 3 tables from the board on the graph paper then make a bar graph from the table and he has to explain 3 times the same thing about the bar graph to my class becasue my classmates are dumb enough to not to know how to make a goddamn graph. After making the graphs on the graph paper we had to copy AGAIN another 3 tables to make a pie chart, and again, my classmates are dumb enough to not to know that the pie charts are supposed to be in degrees instead of percentage. ISTG I'm so done with them.

16/10/2019

YAAAAY X3 LAST DAY OF COLLEGE THEN HALF-TERM HOLIDAYS. Finally I will have enough time to write the next chapter for 'Choices of the life', which I'm going to be honest, I think the story is a shit. Sorry for not write the next chapter, I was busy with the exams and I had to write the next chapters for the other stories and because I had a really hard time after I got my results.

I thought that we will do something funny in my first lesson, which it was Chemistry, but it was the same thing. I was going to take my headphones out 'cause I was at the end of the class, but I didn't because the teacher started to walk around the class. I need to buy the flipping Airpods.

After Chemistry I had free time, so I went to the college's caffeteria as always and I saw one of my best friends there eating a slice of pepperoni pizza and chips in a polyester box. I walked behind her slowly to scare her, when I aproached her I touched her shoulder and, yes, she got scared. I sat next to her and we started talking about her lessons, which is P.E., for 10 minutes, then we stopped talking. I was with my phones and she was with hers while she was eating pepperoni pizza and chips. We've been like this until another two of my friends came 10 minutes before my lesson started, we didn't talk that much, we all were with our phones, what is wrong with our own generation? I'm the kind of person that if someone talks I leave my phone aside and listen to that person, but if no one talk then I'm just with the phone listening to Kpop while going through my Social Media or watching TikToks while trying to hold my laugh to not make the other people think that I'm stupid or something.

It was 11:50, I said goodbye to my friends and I went quickly to my Biology class. The door was open so I waited inside with the lab coat and goggles on. In this lesson the only thing that we did was to record the results from our last practical again then write it on the teacher's computer. After that she explained us what we had to do in our assignment and that's it. After that we had 50 minutes of free time, so 50 minutes to eat and chill, then go back to the lab. 

I thought that I will be with my friends so I posted a story on my Instagram asking if one of them were free and showing the place I was. I waited for a response, but then I remembered that the college's wifi is kinda shit on my Insta for some reasons, but I waited. No one came, so I ate my food and then I listened to music, alone. For some reasons, the people front of me were looking at me, I don't know why, but I ignored them. It sounds sad, but I'm used to be alone, I don't know why, but I am.

After the free time, I went back to the lab, we did a few exercises from our booklets and then we went home. I didn't do a lot at home, well, I helped my mum with the housework and then watch the animes that I didn't finish.

17/10/2019

First day of holiday... and nothing... just anime, kdramas, K-pop, crying becasue I was overthinking too much about myself, eat and sleep.

18/10/2019

Today was one of my online friend's birthday, he's the only person who understands me and the one who supports me even if we don't know each other.

19/10/2019

Today I did N O T H I N G UwU. Oh, wait, I did something, I started learning Korean alphabet (Hangul) at midnight for no reason. 


20/10/2019

What am I supposed to do when I have no homework or assignments to do.

This is a story about my life, all the things that are written there are real and don't even ask why am I doing this, I just wanted.

I flew at a considerable speed, but I did not fly to the hideout at first. First, I flew into a more built-up area of ​​the city. And I landed on one of the roofs. At a higher height. I was worried that Batman didn't chase me, even if he didn't have sans. Given his way of thinking, he would follow me anyway. He had his own planes and other vehicles at his disposal.

And at that moment I got enlightenment. Who normal throws only one blade (batarang) at a potential enemy. I knew that he usually picks up a few and starts a melee fight. I watched his fights on youtube and other websites. And he dumped only one. I started to look at myself. I started with hair but found nothing in it. I didn't stick anything to the horns either. I found nothing on my stomach and back. It wasn't until I finished checking the other wing that I found the mini-transmitter. I underestimated him. Bat it, Batman. After re-examining the wings, I found a few more.

When I was sure I collected all of them. I crushed them all and burned the remaining parts with the fire that appeared in my hand.

I decided to change the place of stay, because the place where it is now will be for Batman the place where the signal stopped. And probably from this place he will look for me. Fortunately, my hideout is in another district of Gotham.

There was also a problem with my clothes. Playing with the pyromancer destroyed them completely. Most were burned and in some places there were holes. I have to get new clothes fortunately in Gotham is not a problem. Not that I'm a thief. A bit though.

I decided not to do it forever. I did it last time now. But this time I left a $ 100 banknote on the windowsill under the compensation for my trousers. A bit much but I did it under the influence of emotions. I don't think I did it right.

Since I got rid of Batman transmitters, I decided to return to the hideout. It took me less than a minute to get there. As I said before, my wings allow me to fly really fast. I don't have a speedometer, but I can confidently start a race with a supermen. I would definitely win.

When I reached my hideout I didn't do much. I sat for a while and thought about today's events. I ate the rest of my food and went to sleep.



1215/5000
The next day I decided to go to the store. To buy new food supplies and maybe newspapers. I'll check if they write something interesting. I was already planning to buy them now I will have the opportunity. Dressed in his so-called camouflage. I went to a nearby store. It wasn't without my intervention. It's Gotham after all. But I didn't kill anyone. They were ordinary thieves. They hooked me only because I was walking a short cut through a dark street. I asked for it myself. And it ended there. That I broke their bones in several places. In the end they didn't kill anyone. So I had no reason to kill them, such "Instruction" should be enough for them. Entering, I went to the store. In it, besides the most needed groceries I bought several newspapers of famous brands. While shopping, I saw the shopkeeper's hand constantly running away under the counter. Probably there is a gun But considering that I paid normally he didn't intervene. I'm going to visit this store yet. So the shopkeeper will get used to my presence over time.

After shopping, I returned to the hideout. Reaching her wasn't a problem for me. But I will have to remember that next time I will not regret the money and buy a strong bag. And not a foil bag.
"The devil teased me that I did not take this more expensive bag." I thought and the next moment I started to laugh. For a known reason. However, through my violent movements. The bag burst, but thanks to my reflection I managed to prevent an accident. I stopped at a nearby roof and put all the items to the coat. I made it a bag and went on to the hideout.

There, I unpacked the sticks in a previously found stitch. And I started browsing the first newspaper. One of the regional Gotham newspapers went first. And in it save less important articles such as the expansion of the Ace Chemical Processing Inc. factory. , or many artists devoted to a local celebrity such as Bruce Wayne. Normal newspaper.

However, my attention was drawn to the article about the title. "Devil of Gotham".
And it contained my expressions, some expressive others not. Most of them made in the bank or in the streets by the victims of the drives. The articles described, among other things, the reaction and testimony of witnesses. Looking at other local newspapers I saw that they have the same opinions. Although not entirely. Each newspaper called me differently. The most popular title they called me was, of course, "Devil of Gotham", but other newspapers called me "Monster", "Divine Punishment." Topics about me were varied.

I am surprised by the speed of the journalists. Only this action took place several days in term and he has already made it public. As for journalists, the effectiveness of acquiring such topics is almost certain. I like some of the articles that described me in a good light. In one newspaper in which they called me "God's punishment" and said that God finally sent someone to free the inhabitants of Gotham from the sin of corruption. This article described the dark side of Gotham as there was a crime on every corner. And about me who finally gives justice. also that the thieves I gave only a small "Lesson". They stop stealing, but gain little phobias against theft. They wrote an interview with one of them. Who said he would rather die than get back to the theft. Because he knows that if he does it, "IT" will come for him.

At least I know that my "Lessons" make sense. I took a roll from my bag and continued reading.

I was compared to Batman. About his methods and mine. Journalists will have a lot of writing topics. That me in the main role. I left local newspapers from Gotaham and took a copy of the Daily Planet. In it I read about such stars as Superman, Powergirl. And their fights with super villains. There were also changes about other superheroes but small main roles and so Superman plays with his cousin. Other articles talked about local businessmen like Lex Luthor. But they were not very interesting.

I have not read all the articles in the newspapers. only the one that caught my eye the most. I was a little tired. Because I just went to the store. But in the meantime I stopped a few thieves. But it wasn't worth the attention. It was a grouped one-sided fight.

I decided not to leave the hideout and rest until the end of the day.

I am the bane of demons that live in the bodies of people.We've lost demonic wings, so I will take you from this land. you will learn to fly devoid of heavy bodies.There will be no turning back because the game has started.


I have an idea for a climate story in the DC world. I will cover many aspects of the proceedings of superheroes. But no spoilers.

When all four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series had finally been completed and released, those specializing in music turned their focus to analysing it.
Yanzhou Music Association, widely regarded as the industry’s most authoritative organization, had a post on their production, "Voice of Yanzhou." On their home page, Dina, a deputy head of the music association, had written an evaluation.
"Is it the pursuit of life or the pondering of the spirit? In the '100-Year Period of Destruction,' the techniques included in the four epic movements have given rise to a new round of investigative probing..."
Shortly after, other professionals followed with their own analysis.
"Explaining the golden points of the fourth movement in the '100-Year Period of Destruction'..."
"Today, where music is so commercialized, symphonic music welcomes yet another peak…"
Other than professionals involved with the industry, yet another group of people were also paying close attention to the music releases.
The medical team setup to observe Ming Ye’s condition had been waiting. From their point of view, the four movements constituted to an entire course of treatment. As soon as the fourth movement was released, they entered a busy stage. The Hull virus was researched by the whole world and seemed to be a difficult problem. It had always seemed as if there was a door blocking the way of research. Now it was as if they had their hands on a set of complete keys to open the door. How much further they could step inside was all up to them.
However, only music industry professionals and medical professionals were following this piece of news. The attention of the rest of the populace was online, following the highly discussed voting battle and other entertainment related topics.
Rising Dragon’s branch in Yanzhou had set up the voting platform. Silver Wing’s Polar Light, Tongshan’s Mi Yu, and Neon Culture’s Andy Leo, these three popular idols were up for votes.
"Who is going to win the endorsement deal for 'Battle of the Century'?"
Previously, some people had said that even if Silver Wing Media produced a virtual idol this time, the competition would still be a two-way battle between the virtual idol powerhouses Neon Culture and Tongshan True Entertainment. But looking at the numbers on the voting board, the distance between them was not that large.
"The gap might seem close, but just wait and see. In two days, there will be an obvious gap. Right now, all three big companies have mobilized their personalities to campaign for votes. In two days, when the buzz dies down, we will then be able to see the influence of each individual virtual idol. Polar light relied on the four movements to get popular, but in terms of influence, he definitely is not as strong as the other two," a reviewer from the media deduced.
Whether it was Mi Yu or Andy Leo, both had been developing for two years already. Two years accumulated to give rise to where they were now. As for Polar Light, whether it was his appearance or the debut appearance, it was somewhat a novelty and not in line with mainstream tastes.
"Polar Light’s fan base is mainly made up of older people or those with enriching military experiences who would know how to appreciate this sort of music. Younger people will not like it."
However, these remarks received a slap in their faces shortly after.
At the voting platform, each candidate had a message board.
Silver Wing Media’s operations team watched, dumbfounded, as the message board on the voting platform for "Polar Light" was continuously flooded with comments.
"Did you employed fake fans?" one operation staff member asked another.
"Nope. Weren’t we supposed to gauge the situation first?"
The operation staff member seated in front turned his head and said, "Secondary school students have a long memorial holiday. They are on vacation. It is just them having too much free time."
At this moment, those watching the voting for the endorsement deal realized that from Silver Wing Media’s Polar Light’s column came a flood of comments in a different style.
"For the New World!"
"For the tree men’s glory!"
"Tree men have nothing to fear!"
"The enemy is crafty, to actually call for backup!"
"Stand firm, brothers! Second year of Qi’an No. 1 Secondary School leading troops to provide assistance!"
"Qi’an No. 12 Secondary School contingent reporting!"
"Yanxi No. 6 Secondary School contingent reporting!"
"Eh, fancy meeting a schoolmate here."
"Those behind, brothers from Yandong, Yannan, Yanbei, hurry and catch up!"
"Oh! I have enrolled, my imaginary branch fell off!"
"Pick it up! Comrades, catch your imaginary branches."
…
The masses observing the continuous rolling comments: "..."
"Every word is a drama," someone moaned.
"Getting too engrossed in shows. To really think they are tree men covered in branches from head to toe? Why don’t they say that their heads have started blooming?"
Nevertheless, the bizarre style of comments continued.
"Magu city, follow me!"
"Where is Jinggang city’s squadron?!"
"Soldier on, reinforcements will arrive at any time!"
"Leizhou reinforcements reporting in!"
"..."
"..."
This comment that had just appeared not only made those who had been playing about happily stop, it also caught the attention of the observing masses, as well as the companies.
"Leizhou? Renault’s Leizhou?"
"How did people from Leizhou end up here?"
Originally, only a small number came from Leizhou to join the fun, but following that, more and more people from Leizhou appeared at the message boards.
"Which superstar celebrity of Silver Wing Media managed to do this?" some tried to guess.
But quickly, these thoughts were easily denied after thinking it through.
An intercontinentally developed superstar celebrity would not enter the fray that easily. Participating in such an event would bring about much more influence, even to the point of completely controlling votes. An internationally recognized superstar would have taken a lot of time and effort to reach the top, and their company would not rashly play their card. Besides, the company’s control over such superstars would not be strong. Whether the company said it was for employment relations or for collaborations, the company could not forcefully make such a request.
Therefore, this kind of voting was normally limited to within the continent, and participating in campaigning were only the companies' A-listers and those below. In terms of influence, there were limitations, and there was the blockade of foreign media too. Generally, people from other continents would not take part.
But what was happening now?
"Why are there people from Leizhou?"
Neon culture’s staff thus enquired with Rising Dragon’s branch about such large scale intercontinental campaigning. How was it not against the rules?
Rising Dragon’s Yanzhou branch said that the rules and regulations had never been restricted to the region. This round’s Yanzhou voting platform also had no restrictions regarding voters from other continents.
If one had the capability to garner votes across the world, Rising Dragon would approve with two thumbs up. This was a testament to one’s popularity.
In no time, everyone found out that, on Leizhou’s side, it was Wireless Media that was campaigning for votes.
The industry’s media began to guess that Silver Wing Media and Wireless Media surely had some secret transactions!
At the same time, Leizhou’s Wireless Media had contacted Silver Wing, and they were discussing collaboration matters.
It did not involve music. Wireless Media was a film company. They still had no plans to disrupt Leizhou’s music industry. The collaboration they had in mind was regarding a film arrangement.
Zaro’s Wireless Media had started preparations for the next movie. However, Zaro was not trying to flatter anyone. Rather, he wanted to curry favor for his great-grandfather.
The third movement had gotten him an influential shortcut. Thus, Zaro was serious now, spending a considerable sum to engage a well-known scriptwriter and director. He had decided to film a movie depicting exalted heroes of the war. Zaro himself was going to be acting, and he was brushing up on his acting skills. At the same time, he instructed the company to contact Silver Wing Media regarding a collaboration. Silver Wing’s Polar Light had only started a while back, right? Movies and films will surely come about, so why not collaborate with Wireless Media?
Generally, Leizhou’s film companies would use their local actors. Regardless whether they were real people or virtual idols, using actors from their own continent made it easier to receive the support of the viewing masses. After all, actors had their fan bases within their own continent, making it easier to garner box office sales. However, Zaro’s aim now was not to earn money but rather to win the favor of his great-grandfather. When the fourth movement came out, Zaro used certain means to get the final movement of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series and send it straight to his great-grandfather. To appear frequently before his great-grandfather would bring about many benefits.
Nowadays, whatever pleased his great-grandfather, Zaro would do. His great-grandfather did not mind people from foreign continents, so he would not either. It did not matter if he earned less or paid more as long as he was able to be in the good books of his great-grandfather, he would have achieved his purpose.
Helping to campaign for votes was a show of Wireless Media’s sincerity.
Even when it got noisy outside, Fang Zhao paid no heed. He sat in his office writing down his composing thoughts as well as some techniques and feelings he used when composing.
He had written some before, and today he would write down the remainder. As for others, he would decide when the time came.
After finishing, he sent the electronic file to Xue Jing.
Somewhere in Qi’an, Xue Jing was writing down his analysis of the fourth movement when he heard a notification and saw that he had received a file from Fang Zhao. After reading through it, Xue Jing just stood blankly on the spot.
For the textbook he was compiling, Xue Jing wanted to discuss with Fang Zhao about his composing philosophy and sources of inspiration. He hoped that Fang Zhao could impart a little of his experience, allowing more people to come in contact with music of this style and learn a few techniques. How much Fang Zhao wanted to impart was all up to him. Xuejing had never expected Fang Zhao to write so much.
A textbook like this normally contained over 100,000 words, at most 200,000. The book would also contain various musical scores and analytical diagrams. Xue jing had only planned to write about 100,000 words, touching more on newer topics that were never raised and briefly mentioning older topics.
The file sent over by Fang Zhao contained 30,000 words! That was already a third of Xue Jing’s estimated word limit. Moreover, it all contained Fang Zhao’s production experiences as well as composing techniques. All that was written was not at all vague. Even though he had included ancient techniques, all his ancient and modern musical techniques were explained very thoroughly.
When Xue Jing finished reading, he immediately contacted Fang Zhao.
"Fang Zhao, do you know the implication of what you have written?!"
One could start a paid training class or accept a few disciples as a means of extra income. Lots of people in the industry did so. However, Fang Zhao had actually written all of his methods down! When this was all placed into a publicly available textbook, it would not bring Fang Zhao as much income.
"I know," Fang Zhao replied. "Are there any problems with the content?"
"There are no issues. I just wanted to ensure that you are really all right with compiling all this?" Xue Jing asked once again.
"Whether to compile or not, the decision lies solely in your hands."
Fang Zhao knew what Xue Jing meant. It was just that he had chosen to share his own experiences and techniques publicly.
He did not know how long he would get to stay in this world. He was grateful for having the chance to once again open his eyes and see the world.
During the end of days, he had thought that, if he had the chance, he wished to pass on every single one of his skills and techniques, if at all possible. Who would not want to live longer?
This life was an unlikely accident. Not everyone would get a chance like this.
He would use whatever experiences and techniques he had learned in his lifetime and leave them in a book that would be passed on to future generations. He hoped that this time, on his gravestone, the words "A composer" would be on it.
Xue Jing sighed deeply upon receiving Fang Zhao’s confirmation.
"...I got it."
Hanging up, Xue Jing remained silent for a while. He then removed Fang Zhao’s name from the column for "Contributors" and placed him in an empty column labeled "Deputy Editor."
On the other end, after the call with Xue Jing ended, Fang Zhao received yet another call from Duan Qianji.
"Come to the top floor office. Ming Cang wishes to thank you in person."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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