Zander Black is an average and insecure high school boy. Life is normal, and he is normal. That is until he wakes up in a grand mansion with 500 other similarly aged children. Knowing no one, he must survive in this unknown place which is considered a ‘school’. But what type of school is it?

“First assignment: ‘Vigilante Justice’.”

***

This story may not have a clear genre, I hope it won’t only be dark, but also a bit humorous.

Just an idea I had, feel free to build off it!

'It is not my fault that I have never done a teaching degree, or had any experience with people that are less than my age. Staying cooped up in hospital kinda makes it hard to socialise. It also makes it stupidly hard to make friendships, cuz no one goes to a hospital to make friends. You can go to the park, the arcade, school, online; but not the f***ing hospital.

'Just why? Every person you meet could be a potential cancer patient that you won't ever see after a month, it's kinda dark. So when I had no one to talk to but the nurse, all I could do was to write every single sh***y day. It felt like euphoria, writing felt like bliss, i was popular! My harem novel with an OP protagonist with a edgy personality was beloved by all readers!'

'To bad most of these readers were probably edgy teenagers with overflowing hormones. But meh, I am here today, greeting a set of genius level students. I am a professor, a 'genius', and secretly a student.'

'I mean, all of this is fine. I can live with preparing lectures, I've gotten used to it already; but managing my personal development and the plot is like juggling poisoned caltrops! Everything I do makes the next task even more like hell. I can't even help James out anymore... I don't have the f***ing time! Ugghhhh... all I can do for him now, is to help him obtain what I 'stole'. Maybe the plot will even itself out and James will be an upstanding prot-'

"How did this guy even manage to get into the lecture? He is barely on genius level, and doesn't even have a background." Sienna groaned.

"He must have cheated the system."

'I don't remember the female lead being so... repulsive.'

"Eh? I don't like annoying students, you can leave if you don't like him." Simon passively spoke as he shooed Sienna.

"I am sorry for my unsightly behaviour, please forgive me, Professor!" She quickly apologised.

"Apologise to James, you must have hurt his feelings." Mark suggested.

"Right, apologise for James."

"I am sorry for my unkind remarks, please forgive me." Sienna quickly spoke.

"Ah, no problems here." James responded in a flustered expression.

'Hmmm... it seems my power is just that much. A word can bend their resolves eh? I can't wait to see how they do when I create my special exams...' Simon thought back to the vast recesses of knowledge that he now had, inwardly laughing at the evil he could do.

'Let's not make it to hard for my class- Nah! If I want a good class, they have to be excellent in everything, including my exams.'

Cough cough

"So introductions are now over, I might as well catch you all up on the curriculum that you have missed. You see, my class is nothing like what you all may be used to. Mine is a class that will perpetually call upon your knowledge and learning capacity to absorb and apply numerous advanced concepts that are not usually taught elsewhere. My class is for hardworking students, anyone that doesn't work, will be left behind. And so far, no one has been left behind, a true testament to the work ethic of my lecture class." Simon coldly announced.

"You will all be expected to learn a weapon art from my personal collection, and achieve major insight on yours by the end of the semester. As it will be for the rest of the cohort. I also expect you all to spend time socialising and building powerful bonds with your classmates, I will not tolerate people moving around all alone in class. It is bad for my image and it is bad for the class as a whole, bonds will increase participation and cooperation."

"Lastly, i have planned a seperate exams for all of my students. You will not have those comfortable exams that some of you are used to. You will have MY examinations."

"That's all for now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask before I start the catchup lesson."

"Yes. I would like to ask what sort of legacy core would work well for me when I achieve expert rank?" Mark asked.

"Hmmm... I can tell from your personality and you ability that you should concentrate your insights on collecting explosive amounts of VP when condensing your legacy core. In this way, you can form a core that will reflect what you need; explosive power." Simon suggested.

"Thank you Professor! I will take your words to heart and do exactly as you say!" Mark spoke as he clasped his hands.

'What is this, a Wuxia?'

"Anyone else have any important questions?" 

"Yes... I feel as though I may awaken an ability soon. Do you know how I can achieve this quicker?" Tyrone asked.

Simon strokes his clean shaven chin and looked into the distance in contemplation. He then tapped his head three times as he grabbed a small book from his pocket.

"I have noted down that abilities are much more mysterious than anything else in this world. Some people can naturally awaken one through their bloodline, while others can simply awaken one by chance. But when awakening one, there is a clear an methodical way to doing so. I personally recommend a good night's sleep and meditation. Many people train extra hard to awaken their abilities, but they often forget that sometimes all you need is some peace, and naturally your body will relax and accept the ability."

FLOP

"THANK YOU MASTER!" Tyrone said as he bowed down on the ground.

"I AM NOT WORTHY OF THIS GREAT KNOWLEDGE! HOW STUPID AM I TO HAVE NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS! I AM NOT WORTHY!" Tyrone repeatedly shouted.

"Relax, train hard and read my textbook. I expect great things from you." Simon comforted him.

"Yes master, I will never disappoint you!"

"Now that is how a model student should act! We should follow Tyrone's example and never disappoint the professor!" Mark yelled.

'Wow, Mark is WAY different than I remember.'

(Extended Hiatus)


Being a socially inept terminally ill person for most of his life, Simon dies after completing his novel. 

What is waiting for him? 

A cliche mess that he had written himself.

Watch as he becomes OP through his knowledge and random coincidence. 

“Why did I make my MC an edgelord?”

“Why does this system make me too OP?”

“Why am I bored?”

“Why did I put harem in my novel?”

Read before the MC drops this novel himself!

The classroom was so big and there were enough desks for all of us  and there were a bunch of books in the desk pocket and a bunch of trinkets on the table that were recognisable. For example a rubix cube and a bunch of puzzle blocks in the shape of a cube etc. The desks were labeled with our names. We all went to our desks and explored the idioms on our desks when we heard Ms. Samantha cleared her throat and looked at us meaningfully. "Right now we will be doing an IQ test to see what your IQ is so that we can determine the average IQ for the advanced class is." Ms. Samantha cheered happily. "We will be taking mini tests all day. I want you to try your hardest because in this class we are competing in lots of television shows and the IQ score will be shown. The class gaped at these words. Your guardians have already given permission to this and it was stated on the contract that was sent to your guardian." I looked at her and I never got a contract, the teacher seemed to notice my confusion and explained. "This was the contract that you were given at the beginning of the year Amelia so yes we have everybody has signed Guardian." 

    'That makes a lot of sense I did not look through the contract this year because it looked so long so I just signed it figuring that nothing bad could come of it. Being on stage is not a big deal but at least I get to settle into a classroom for the first time. The people here look friendly enough, but that one girl sitting in the middle looks so cheerful I really wanna talk to her a lot.' The teacher starts to explain while I am lost in thought when I snap out of it I hear her say 

"So basically when I finish the rubix cube stop the stopwatch and then give it to me to see how fast you did it and let me record it and then you will move on to the next activity. Okay. Now when I get to one start the stopwatch and solve the rubix cube. 3…...2…1" I started the stopwatch and I started to use the hack for rubix cubes that I saw on a pop up add and hoped it worked. 

'Up down left right side side forward back.' I had that sequence on repeat in my head five seconds later I stopped the watch and showed the teacher my cube and my watch seven seconds. She recorded it without saying anything and then I turned around with the stopwatch and the cheerful girl was right behind me with her rubix cube and looked happily at me. I waved and then went back to my seat as much as I wanted to say something to her. I held it in and sat down. I saw the puzzle pieces and I clicked on the stopwatch and did it. That happened five more times before I was all done but each time that I showed Ms. Samantha my stopwatch I always turned around to see that girl. But since me and the girl were done the scores needed put into IQ. So we waited at our desks for the rest to finish. While I was waiting, I organized my desk and took out a text book to read just to see the new curriculum.  It was certainly harder and It looked like this curriculum would be fun. I looked at the girl in the middle and she was reading poetry. I looked back at my own book until Ms. Samantha called our attention.  "I have the results from the tests but we need to convert them into IQ scores in the meantime I want you all to tell each other your names and your age." A boy on the far right spoke up on this account. 

"My name is Aiden and I am sixteen." Then the next person spoke up 

"My name is Elizabeth and I am fifteen." Then people started speaking up left and right.

"My name is Bailey and  I am fourteen." 

"My name is Ally and I am sixteen."  Then it was only me and the happy girl left but instead of me speaking up she did. 

"My name is LIly and I am Fourteen." Then it was my turn

 "My name is LIly and I am eleven." I chimed nervously. People looked at me but said nothing against me but nothing for me either. The one person that seemed genuinely happy about this was Lily the happy girl. 

"I want you all to get to know each other    so I am giving you all a group project that will be shown at the beginning of the year exhibition where it will be judged. The judges are strict but fair. This will be done in groups of two and I will let you choose your partner now." The teacher explained . As soon as she said go everybody rushed towards lily saying 

"Lily I am the second smartest after you please let me work with you." Lily ignored them all and walked past them and then called out. 

"Hey Amelia do you want to be partners." I looked at her in shock. 'Why would she want to be with me? But I know I want to be with her so I said sceptically. 

"Sure." After the partners were decided Samantha who stated it clearly that she did not want to be called Ms. Said choose what you want to work on as your project. I sat with her in the corner of the room we had pulled up the chairs. 

"What is your favorite subject Amelia?" Lily asked 

"Human Anatomy. What about you?" I replied 

"Writing I am really good at writing essays." 

"Oh really that sounds cool, which topic do you wanna choose?"

"I think that if you already have research on human anatomy we could choose a part of a body and I could right about it? Also we could have a poster about the body part and we could have visuals and maybe even a demonstration of some sort," Lily rambled. She gave me an idea. 

"Lily I have a lot of research about acupoint massages  and I can do a demonstration on the judges." I chimed putting the idea out there. Lily looked at me in awe 

"You know about acupoints!? That takes years to master! That is awesome!? Depending on how much research you have then we could definitely do that. Or if you want to do more research then that is perfect.

The days passed by almost in a daze, which worked as a good reliever for Aileene. Since she was able to push whatever worries she had to the back of her mind, as a routine began to develop between her cousin and her. They would talk before her lessons, or after them. And sometimes when he was feeling generous enough, her cousin would join her for some lessons. Never etiquette though, usually it would be history or literature. 

Aileene couldn't help but notice that Alastair had a way with words and his writing, though still developing was already excellent. She was definitely proud, a feeling akin to a proud older sibling. Though she was younger than him by two years, she'd like to think she was mentally older. But along with her pride in him, she was also a tat bit envious, sure she enjoys books and reading. But she couldn't seem to write eloquently, it just didn't come to her naturally like music or art, the subjects she truly excelled in. 

"It seemed our time is up, you're dismissed for the day. Don't forget the complete your essay on the book we read." Her teacher reminded as he started packing up his things, glad to be finished for the day. When he finally left her study room, Aileene turned to her cousin with a hidden glee. An invisible light bulb clicking on in her mind. This was her last lesson for the day and she was completely free for the rest of the weekend. So she had lots of time to chill.

"Alastair, didn't you say that you knew swordplay?" Aileene broke the silence, as she looks on at her cousin. An innocent expression of curiosity spread across her face, though her inner thoughts weren't as peaceful.

"Yes?" Alastair stared at her confused and perplexed. It was always so difficult to understand his cousin, on the outside she seemed just alike to any simple child. But from time to time, even for just the slightest moment, her eyes would reveal her complexity and wisdom. Though that light of age always seemed to disappear the next minute. He wanted to think that it might not have been there in the first place, but that idea seemed even more unbelievable.  

"Alastair Clarkin Lovell, I challenge you to a duel," Aileene announced suddenly, as she dramatically stood from her seat, pointing a finger at her cousin. Though Alastair only remained dumbfounded, trying to process her words. 

"Wait, wait...what?" He managed in his confusion, he was clueless and shocked. Did his cousin just decide to duel him, spontaneously. He was sure she didn't even know how to wield a sword. Since it wasn't in her day to day curriculum. 

"Don't play dumb, swordplay, fighting with a sword, so on so forth. It's simple, you should know it." Aileene explained in a matter-of-fact tone, sounding as if she was lecturing a child about their wrongs. Which in her mind she sort of was, afterall she knew exactly what her cousin was thinking, and to confirm most of his thoughts, she would have to agree. She definitely didn't know the smallest ounce about wielding a sword or did she really care. But with boredom comes desperation, and that desperation was for something new and exciting. A duel for her, fit that description. 

"We don't even have swords," Alastair said, trying to turn down her declaration. He wasn't exactly fond of swordplay, nor was he excellent in it. Afterall he would like to think that he was more of a scholar type. So fighting wouldn't be his choice for an extracurricular activity. 

"Well, I was digging around and I found some old wooden training swords," Aileene answered unperturbed from her goal. "We should probably go out to the yard now, it's too small to duel in here. And I left the swords out there anyway." 

"So I don't have any way of getting out of this?" Alastair mumbled unwillingly, he knew the answer to his own question, but he asked anyways in his dampened mood. In the short time that they had been together, they had gotten close and he knew Aileene's whims and wants, there was no way she would let this chance slip away. Since she was the type to see things through to the end. So they were most definitely going duel, one way or another. 

❅

"That's not the correct way to hold your sword." Alastair deadpanned in an almost robotic tone, as he held a defensive stance from his cousin's constant barrage of uncoordinated swings. Anyone with little to no knowledge on swordplay would think that Alastair was losing because of his wholly defensive take, but it rather the opposite. Aileene swings were random and powerless since she had no prior training, which meant her constant offensive didn't help her much. So he just took his time and defended to make her happy. 

"That doesn't really matter, does it?" Aileene replied nonchalantly, continuing to swing with wild abandonment. She knew that her cousin was able to overpower her any second, but the fun of it wasn't in winning, she just wanted to see how much patience Alastair had in trying to please her. 

The fight had undoubtedly caught traction among the passing servants and her parents along with her aunt and uncle had also caught wind of it. So they dutifully came to the courtyard to watch, and from time to time they would cheer her on. It raised the spirit of the whole household, as people laughed and cheered. Placing bets on who would win, and as expected most of the votes were on her cousin. 

The only person that didn't seem as amused as everyone else was Alastair, he was quickly tiring and he was amazed that Aileene could still be so vigorous in her attacks. She didn't even look to sweat any bit, as her hair and dress stayed neat and in place. 

"Admit defeat?" Aileene asked confidently, as her attacks continued and Alastair's defense slowed. 

"Sure." He answered with a sigh as he let his grip of his sword loosen, in the process giving her the chance to hit it out of his hand. He knew she wouldn't quit and would probably only get more stubborn if she didn't win, so the loss didn't hurt his pride that much. 

"I won!!" Aileene exclaimed, before dropping her sword and running to hug her exhausted cousin. He was surprised at the hug but returned it anyway.

That evening, the air was a bit fresher than normal and the household had a spiritful little break. Though most who betted on the young master was bitter and disappointed at the lost money, while the few who believed in their young miss's cleverness won plentiful.

Vain, a new otome game pushed into the public, marketed a new type of experience. A self changing game with all decisions made by the player. 

Quests are unlocked by actions of the player, and the actions of the player, itself, are unlimited. Players are to type their own speech, dictate their own actions. Which in turn leaves the effect of the players actions unlimited. 

No endings are alike. 

No heroine are alike. 

All characters can change.

The autumn colors have gradually become more obvious. Golden leaves lined the mountainous areas as the leaves of the maple trees turned scarlet. The gold leaves fell to the ground and covered most of the surface.


The roads that led up to the Free Cloud Sect’s mountain were covered in wilted leaves. A pair of Daoists had been assigned to sweep these leaves aside.
 

The limestone tiles that covered the yard outside the stronghold had already been patched perfectly. The traces and scars of war could no longer be seen.
 

"Hoo!"


"Ha!"


The sound of the newly recruited disciples could be heard as they practiced their basic fist techniques. Beside them, senior Daoists were practicing their sword moves. Zhao Ning led them and gave orders to change stances.


"Crane Dance"


The disciples raised their swords high up.


"Sky Slash!"


"Swipes of the Setting Sun"
 

Following Zhao Ning’s orders, the disciples changed their stances accordingly. Originally, Free Cloud Sect’s sword techniques were left up to the disciples to decide what to practice. However, after the previous battle, Pei Zi Yun had changed the system, and made the disciples learn all the basic moves.


"Once a Daoist joins the sect, they then have to learn the Hundred Beasts Manual to perfection in order to improve their health and fitness."


"Once they have grasped the basics, they should then learn basic sword techniques, in order to defend themselves properly."


"Once the foundation has been laid, they can then choose to pursue either Dao arts or sword techniques."


These Daoists practiced hard, as sweat dripped down their foreheads. The Daoists who were more advanced in level practiced their sword techniques alone, while others chose partners to spar with in the different Dao techniques.


Yu Yun Jun was in a corner as she explained certain Dao techniques to a group of Daoists who listened attentively.


The sun had gradually risen as morning training concluded. After a shower and a fresh change of clothes, morning lessons would commence. Before the classes, everyone had to pay their respects to the Patriarchs as well as recite mantras.


When it came to morning classes and the curriculum, it was a very controversial topic which differed between sects. However, Pei Zi Yun understood that he was attempting to follow the rules and traditions of this sect.
 

The rule was, "Live in a monastery, offer incense, and observe worship rites."
 
 
Additionally, the garbs worn in the monastery had to be the same for Daoists of the same rank. Of course, Outer Circle Disciples would wear different robes from the Core Disciples and Inner Circle Disciples. Likewise, the Elders would wear different robes from the rest. This was to observe the hierarchy within the sect yet everyone would be united across the same rank. Additionally, Elders could no longer pick their own disciples immediately. The Elders would work together to train the entire pool of new recruits. Only after the disciples had reached level 5 would the Elders be able to pick them.


Doing this would save the Elders a great deal of effort without having the need to focus all his energy on individual interaction between each disciple. Doing this would also ensure that the Elders would have time to pay attention to the development of a Daoist before deciding to train them directly. Additionally, a greater sense of unity is formed, instead of propagating division.


After the morning lessons were over, Zhao Ning and Yu Yun Jun walked out side by side and spoke to each other. Before long, they realized they had reached the front of the stage located at the training grounds. The traces of war here were long gone as new infrastructure was built and repairs were made. Yu Yun Jun realized that Zhao Ning was deep in thought and asked, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about these new buildings?"
 

Zhao Ning then sighed and replied, "No, I’m thinking your disciple Pei Zi Yun is extremely outstanding. He could foresee what others couldn’t. There were many different choices he could’ve made for this sect which had been tried and proven but he chose his own way. Everything we see here is so new and different, yet effective."
 

"Of course when it came to the ceremonial rites, it doesn’t have to be discussed. Twice a year to the Imperial Courts. Once during the new year for blessings and to avert disasters. Once after the harvesting period. Just thinking about all of this fills me with amazement."
 

"According to the Sect Leader’s instructions, the ceremony for blessings and to avert disasters can be combined into a huge banquet. Who wouldn’t want to pray for blessings and to avert disasters?"

 
"And the celebration after the harvest is meant to be a joyous occasion. To thank the Imperial Court for their blessings and to add the finishing touches. However, doing it on a grand scale would mean that even the government officials would want to participate and join the celebration here."


"Both of them yielded different results. One is to attract believers for donations, and the other is for them to get as close as possible to the Imperial Qi."


"In the short run, we may not be able to see the results. But over an extended duration, I am confident that our Free Cloud Sect would yield results!"


The sun rose the next day as Pei Zi Yun was sat at his desk and wrote novels, Ye Su’er painted several flowers. The pair of them would eye each other and smile, but didn’t wish to interrupt the other party.


Since they were together, they both expressed their talents freely.

 
He was writing down his cultivation experiences. After all, Pei Zi Yun had received a great deal of knowledge and memories, it was impossible to write them all down. Hence, he wrote down the Dao techniques which he had acquired from the time he started his cultivation till he became an Yin Master. Just as he had finished writing, he placed his pen down and exhaled. Then, he felt bright light obscure his vision.


"So, it’s finally arrived!"


A white Plum Blossom came into his view as it became grew larger and transformed faster until it was a white semitransparent information interface. It floated in the middle of his vision, where words could be seen.


"Yin Master: Level 2 (100% Completion)


Sword Techniques: Master (6% Completion)


Dao Principles: Advanced (6%)


Dao Arts: 43 Variations, Advanced (1%)


Stars Transposition: Level 3 (7%)


Cloud Form: Level 1 (8%)"


"Level 2 is 100% completed!" Pei Zi Yun looked at Ye Su’er and realized she hadn’t noticed. After a long time, he thought, "Earning Prestige has such incredible effects! Once I attain a particular level, Paradise won’t even be able to compare to the rewards I shall reap. As long as I maximize the amount of Prestige I receive, even if I don’t possess Paradise, might it be possible for me to become an Earth Immortal?"


"The only reason I could climb this fast was because of the Pirates Annihilation Journal. Since it was an actual story, it spread extremely quickly and was accepted widely by many readers." Pei Zi Yun thought to himself, "Since the pirates have been killed, my Imperial Edict should arrive any moment now."


He extended a finger and tapped ‘Yin Master’ on the interface, and saw it being transformed right away. A sense of warmth and comfort throughout his body and Yin Master. At the next moment, he saw these words, "Yin Master: Level 3 (5% Completed)"


Even before he had time to take a good look, he felt a warm glow in his chest from the enchanted talisman. When he took it out, a Free Cloud Sect disciple could be seen, "Sect Leader, the Imperial entourage is nearing."


Pei Zi Yun rejoiced, "I know. Make your preparations. I shall come down the mountains now."


"Yes, Sect Leader." The Daoist disciple acknowledged.


Ye Su’er hurriedly stood up as well, "Brother Pei, this is a big occasion. Hurry up and go."

Pei Zi Yun nodded his head and left. The rites to receiving his imperial edict was extremely complicated. However, he had experience with this since he had done this before for Free Cloud Sect, and thus wasn’t particularly worried.


When he arrived at the entrance, he was already dressed in his Sect Leader robes and was ready to welcome the entourage. Before long, several oxcarts appeared in view. However, he was taken aback by the extremely few numbers present in the entourage. There were four soldiers in front, and four soldiers behind. Pei Zi Yun paused before he ordered, "Music!"


Before long, the drums started to play as the oxcart moved towards them slowly. When it finally reached them, a eunuch stepped off the oxcart and Pei Zi Yun advanced and bowed once before he led them deeper into the sect’s domain.


Thankfully, the mountain which the sect’s domain resided in wasn’t tall. The eunuch scrutinized the view of the monastery, the chambers and the pavilions. The corridors and walkway were immaculately clean and he noticed that the necessary incense had been burnt. He then stepped forward.


"Long live, long live, long live the Emperor!" Pei Zi Yun and the rest of the Daoists cheered out.


Hearing this, the eunuch then announced the edict, "The Emperor’s words: Pei Zi Yun has done a great service to the dynasty with his brilliant mind and ingenious planning. He has taken over the reigns as Free Cloud Sect’s leader. Accept this gift from the Emperor, your new title as a Dao Master. Your new Daoist name shall be Qi Ning. You shall receive additional rewards as fabric and 100 taels of silver."


"Thank you, your majesty." As soon as the edict had been read out, a wisp of white energy as long as a snake wrapped itself around his body before entering him.


"Boom!" In that second, Pei Zi Yun trembled violently. Something related to Free Cloud Sect and Paradise seemed to have stirred up within his heart as he paused in shock, but was overwhelmed with happiness. It was over as abruptly as it had started, and he regained normalcy.


When the ceremony was over, Pei Zi Yun stood up and received the edict, "Accept my gratitude and allow me to serve you some tea."


After the solemn ceremony was done, the eunuch did away with his stern look and broke out in a smile, "Dao Master, please."


The pair of them walked into the hall where Pei Zi Yun took out 300 taels of silver and handed it over to him, "Eunuch, this is for you to buy some tea, as a token of my respect."


"You’re too courteous. I shan’t refuse as well." The eunuch spoke out.


Pei Zi Yun then walked into a room and focused his energy deep within his body. Gradually, the Yin Master in him opened his eyes.


From the perspective of the Yin Master, everything around here had changed. There were two levels.


The lower floor was a white river where it converged with a dense layer of smoke above. The smoke was a scarlet hue.
 

"This must be the energy from beneath the ground which I can only see in this form."


When he looked up at the layer above, he saw that it was white energy floating above which gave off certain yellowish aura. It seemed to be particularly different from anything he had ever seen before. There was also the existence of some black matter.


"This is the result of the Prestige acquired. Based on the way he saw it, it was almost halfway filled."


At this point a small white snake circled around as well, driving the black matter away as the snake started to heal Paradise.
 

"Could it be that Imperial Qi can help to restore Paradise?" Pei Zi Yun thought to himself.


At this point, Zhao Ning walked in, carrying in a set of robes. "Congratulations to Sect Leader for attaining the status of Dao Master. Please put on these robes and enjoy the celebration."


Pei Zi Yun wore his robes before walking over to the main hall. He saw a lady accompanying Ye Su’er who turned out to be her Sect Leader. It seemed like she wasn’t supposed to be around for the solemn ceremony. Now that it was over, she can participate in the celebration.


Everyone in Free Cloud Sect fell to their knees, "Congratulations to Sect Leader, congratulations Dao Master!"


They were extremely formal, considering that this was a huge milestone. After all, Pei Zi Yun was only formally recognized as the Sect Leader with this new title. Ye Su’er looked particularly jovial as her Sect Leader watched her. She then stepped up to Pei Zi Yun, "Congratulations Dao Master, you now have a new name Qi Ning."


Most people aren’t usually given a new name when they become Dao Masters. However, since Pei Zi Yun was the Sect Leader, this new name was a sort of proof that he was worthy of being the leader of Free Cloud Sect.


Seeing Pei Zi Yun being modest, she then spoke, "When we discussed the alliance, I was supposed to stay here on Free Cloud Sect for a month. Now, I’ve stayed an additional month. Looks like your hard work has paid off. With this edict along with the fact that your sect is secure, I shall take my leave."


"So soon?" Pei Zi Yun was surprised.


"It’s not soon. Ye Su’er is also at the critical juncture of her cultivation, and I cannot let her fail." The Sect Leader replied. Pei Zi Yun had been living together with Ye Su’er for almost one and a half months ever since his return. Their feelings for each other had grown deeper and deeper as well. If it weren't for the fact that they had a little self-control, their passion for each other might have gone overboard.


Since the sects weren’t particular about whether their female disciples were virgins, it didn’t matter. However, virgins would have a higher chance of breaking through the gates of heavens since they were pure.


When Pei Zi Yun heard this, he knew that this was coming. However, his heart still sank. He glanced at Ye Su’er and felt an aching in his chest. He knew that the Sect Leader had a soft exterior but was extremely resolute in her decision. There was absolutely no chance to overturn her choice.


After a long time, he clutched his fan and replied, "Since Sect Leader has already made a decision, how can I obstruct her? Let me send you off."


The female Sect Leader then nodded her head, "Alright, I shall head down first."


This was to give them some time together. After hesitating, the pair walked out together. Since today was the day the Imperial Edict was supposed to come, the entire mountain road was swept cleanly. The winds blew gently upon them as several yellow leaves scattered across.


Pei Zi Yun held onto Ye Su’er’s hands as they walked. From time to time, some leaves would fall upon them. Pei Zi Yun would gently brush the leaves off her.


At this point, Ye Su’er slowed down and spoke, "Brother Pei, it’s tough on you. You had to care about your sect, and had to kill pirates. I shall open the gates of heavens soon, and assist you."


At this point, her emotions had overwhelmed her as tears streamed down her face just before the bade farewell to each other.


Pei Zi Yun stretched a hand out to wipe her tears, "I know, you’re already at the eighth stage. I know you’re working hard. Nobody else would be able to advance as fast as you."


Ye Su’er leaned in against him and replied, "There is. Didn’t you advance faster than me?"


"Me?" Pei Zi Yun laughed. He knew that it was considered cheating for him, and yet he couldn’t say it. The pair didn’t speak and held each other. After some time, Ye Su’er pushed away as she spoke, "Brother Pei, after sometime, I shall come and find you."


"Before leaving, let me play the flute for you!" Pei Zi Yun spoke as he retrieved the flute from his waist.


Ye Su’er picked up her own bamboo flute as well as they played in harmony with one another. Their notes complimented each other so well that even the eunuch was stumped when he heard such a beautiful chorus.  


After the melody ended they parted. An oxcart had arrived. Although Ye Su’er couldn’t bear to leave, she boarded the cart as they set off into the distance.



Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

we are make arrengements for my school exams and i learn that our mentor has a  background becuse it was smoother than i thought we are staying in london for 6 months
"shall we do exam after one or two week for your studies or do you want tomorrow "
"i want to do tomorrow sir "
i think he did not expect that answer from me i can t judge him giving first to highschool exams all doing by 5 years old boy i would think  
boy is spoiled and liar but maybe  his disase and i don t know why he is making 
it with out asking
-------------------------door opens------------------------------
"welcome sir what do you want to do?"
there was brown hair receptionist lady she has brown eyes and beuty face

"thankyou lady we want to oppen account for
stocks and can we take one cup of cafee and orange juice for boy"
"yes sir immediately "
after sitting here and investing my money 
we were crossing over a old and very conflicti g old bar it was very weird that nobody did not giving attention and there were board writing
'Leaky couldron' i stopped here for 2 minutes 
very confused 
i said that my inner voices 
'@#&## harry potter world what the ##@$@ ?
okay calm down it could be worse it could be
some martial arts world'
"jhonatan jhonatan!  why are you just looking
a music storage?"
principle call my name with high voice ı forgot that normal people can t see
"ı am uuuuuu....  looking for bird "
"don t waste my time follow me"
after going hotel we sleep tomorrow i have exam
there was a empty room and 5 people waiting for me 
"is that kid jason? he should be very special that you use connections"
there was middle aged man with fedora and 80 style suit he looked me very interesting eyes
"you see it charles kid special or not"
"than lets begin"
after taking exams from them i started write fast speed they dumbfounded from my writing but i dont know they changed curriculum i write with my future information
after i finished 8 th class lesson one if them looked like say something but they stoped by others and my durability start to be spent but thanks for my magic(power mystery solved) i accomplish it
i am still five years old it was expected
my exam last for six hours and when i finished all of it they looked me like i am monster and i did not realize that my hand bleeding
------------------observers pov(after exam)-------------
we are dumbfounded 5 years old kid very ordinary looking came to us today by our  friend jason and he told us he want to taking exams for skip class we laugh to him it was a good joke but everything changed when kid start exam he was writing like he  know everything with out second looking and we looked his paper little bit and it was detailed and correct after thirth hour one of us want to
told to him exam continue tommorow but we stop him becuse kid hand was bleed ordinary
kids would cry for it but that kid eyes are very focused when you look his eyes it s like endless dark well

that day we decided to go drink but after seeing child like that "we all same ha lets looked what did he write"
after we check the exams child answers are above the truth it was not a genius it was monster second tesla  no no it was far from
 einstein or any scientist and after we check exams we decied to graduated him from highschool but our wish was graduated him from universty we don t know where jason find him we decided to protect him from information leaking 
######  HANDSOME AUTHOR   #########
my relasing schedule is very random so i can relased it any time 
I am waiting for your comments and power stone for support maybe it can make me faster

after he died left a lot of legacy but he did not leave one thing his brain 
education and moments he spend what will  bring to him 

ı am not owner harry potter or somethihg like that
your comments are valuable

Hey guys, it's Kodiak. I want to apologize for my wonky update schedule. 

I am a Sophomore in high school. I'm taking all honors and AP classes except for 2 of my electives. I live in America, but my school does classes based of an England curriculum.

Spanish 1
AICE General Papers = An AP writing class basically
Pre-AICE Math 3 = Honors Geometry 
Pre-AICE Chemistry = Honors Chemistry
AP United States History (APUSH) 
Dance (my favorite class)
AP Psychology 

HERE IS THE KICKER THOUGH: I am supposed to be a freshman because I was bumped up a grade. So I just turn 15 and I am a sophomore taking sophomore and junior classes. It's fun. I have all As and Bs and a 67% D in Chem. 

With the studying and homework from these classes, as well as starting to move in the middle of the school year, my time is pretty... limited... to say the least.

My family is moving from Florida to Maryland. Financially, we can't afford to keep living in Florida, so we're moving. 

I'm stressed to say the least. We are packing the house all day tomorrow. My dad is leaving for Maryland on Sunday to start work and find a place to live. 

On top of my Anxiety, Depression, and mooorree, my mental health and creativity is going down hill from the stress.

ALL IN ALL: I'm sorry again for the lack of uploads, I'm trying to write, yknow. 

I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far though. Please leave suggestions in the comments for ways to take this story.

Thanks for listening to my long winded explanation and apology. 

I love you all! 💜
-Kodiak

After I was married, I would come home late at night and Valentina would not settle for it, she would heat up my soup while cursing David. I would leave it at that, I had no way of explaining to her that when I was finished, I would stay alone in the agency on my own, in obsessive reading. In those hours, seeing my works signed by strangers gave me nervous pleasure, a kind of jealousy in reverse. Because for me, it was not the guy who took over my writing, it was as if I wrote in his notebook.

It would be night, and I would read the phrases I knew by heart, then repeat the subject's name aloud, and swing my legs and giggle on the couch, I would feel myself having an affair with another woman. And if someone praised the phrases, much greater was the vanity of being a discrete creator. It was not pride or presumption, feelings naturally silent, but of vanity itself, with a desire for boasting and exhibitionism, which greatly valued my discretion. And new articles were asked for, and published in magazines covers, and praised by readers the next day, and I stood it. With that vanity in me gathered up, made me strong and handsome, and led me to quarrel with the telephone operator and call the office-boy a donkey, and ruined my marriage, because I came home and was already shouting at Valentina, and she looked at me wide-eyed, she did not know why I was so vain. I had a bad temper when it came to arrive at the agency the invitation to the annual meeting of anonymous authors to be held in Vienna.

It was a correspondence posted in New York, with no other sender's cue, with Melo & Silva Agency in a black envelope that David opened and gave me amused.

I threw the letter in the drawer of unimportant things, even though it did not contain more information than the name of a hotel and a date that I by accident came to register in my mind, it was Valentina's birthday. Months later, arriving home at two o'clock in the morning, I found my wife sitting up in bed with a sleepy face as since she had become a newscaster, she had woken up early. When she asked me if I still wanted the soup, on impulse I told her that on television she looked like a parrot because she read the news without knowing what she was talking about. She put on her slippers, put on a crochet over her pyjamas, went slowly into the kitchen, turned on the microwave, and without raising her voice said that it was worse for me to write a portion of things for no one to read. I dismissed the soup, left the house with the clothes of the body and I settled in the agency, where I was rendezvousing my articles until falling asleep on the sofa.

After nights sleeping there, with some leftovers of anger and back pain, I thought of going back to Valentina for her birthday, and that was when I remembered the invitation in the drawer. David did not oppose my trip to Austria, he even made some comments about globalization and such.

I had enough money, more than thirty years and I had never left the country, I thought that in the worst case I would cool my head around the world in the plane. I came home to pack, Valentina was not there, I left her a note informing me that I would be leaving for the World Writers' Congress.

Ethics, press laws, criminal liability, copyright, the advent of the internet, was the subject of the meeting, behind closed doors, in a sullen hotel in Vienna. Speakers from different nationalities followed each other in lectures that I accompanied in Spanish through the simultaneous translation system. But already on the second day, as we entered the night, the questions of common interest gave rise to personal, embarrassing testimony. This was beginning to look like a convention of anonymous alcoholics who suffered not from alcoholism, but from anonymity. Veteran authors, sporting the full name on their badge, wrangled over the microphone for a festival of boasting. They cite a row of their works, and without necessity, they exposed the identity of the presumed authors, sometimes a great statesman, sometimes the notorious ghost-writer of a great statesman, sometimes a laureate novelist, a philosopher, a prominent intellectual, stirring up laughs from the audience.

On the third night, I was really determined to leave the conference when the microphone fell on my hand and the bystanders crossed their arms to watch me. I was the freshman, I was perhaps a strange element, I had heard compromising confessions, I had no way out, my silence would cause a fit of a pique. Apologizing for expressing myself in Portuguese, summarizing my curriculum, mentioning my doctoral thesis they started applauding, I recited some of my phrases slowly, so that the interpreters could translate them to contentment. Then I explained the context of one or another work, I alluded to personalities who owed me favours, I was soon releasing scattered fragments of all the articles that came to my mind. It was already a compulsion, I, boiled, would talk, talk, talk until dawn if they did not turn off the stereo. When I saw the empty room and the crowded elevator, I climbed seven floors of stairs. I was light, I was thin. Up there I got the feeling of having gone hollow. The nausea I felt upon entering my bedroom would be with me for a long time, the mould of the corridors impregnated my nostrils. For months, every time I retreated on the agency couch, thinking of savouring old articles, I would resent the smell of the hotel's orange carpet in Melbourne. My room was muffled, the window was a fixed glass, the landscape was two rows of light posts on a straight and endless avenue. I felt like calling someone in Brazil, but the phone was blocked. I spent the night looking at the ceiling, and when they knocked on the door with breakfast, I felt great gratitude, I made sure that the steward sat with me; he was Hungarian, spoke very little English, taught me some Hungarian words, and had very small hands, which I filled with coins. I was emotional, I went downstairs anxiously to see my colleagues, and from that morning the meetings were almost silent, the people prostrate in their seats. The few who were willing to take the stage spoke in a low tone, away from the microphone, remembering the hardships of a trade that so many deserted in search of fortune and popularity. There were tributes paid to absent companions, deceased in abandonment or hospitalized in asylums for schizophrenics, some were even persecuted and condemned in their countries for the crime of opinion, professionals who, as a matter of principle, do not have one.

In the closing session, there were speeches in defence of the rights of privacy and free expression, but the proposal to write an open letter was harshly rejected, after all, no newspaper would publish a petition of writers who never signed up. And we, who had come to the hotel a week before, knocking cab doors and unloading luggage, we set off slowly, dragging baggage-laden luggage to the chartered bus across the street. At the airport we exchanged addresses and hugs, there were those who cried, everyone promised to be present at the next meeting in Tokyo, then everyone went into a tunnel. I spent thirty hours thinking blank, and when I asked to sleep at home, Valentina did not ask me anything, she poured me soup and combed my hair. It was when, deprived of self-love, I impregnated Valentina.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

If the test had ended on a jovial note, the jury and the council did not convene quite nicely. Arguments and debates were spewing out from one teacher to the other.

Headmaster Pierce tried to ignore the blabbering and chattering, instead choosing to stare at the scrying mirror. Somehow, the first two winners congratulated the last two—although the first and second had been butting heads awhile ago. 

The third placer, Han also knocked heads with his companion Timothy. Complaining about how friends should wait for each other.

"Youth." He spoke with one word, shaking his head. Memories of adventure and a bright and shining companion at his side.

Even the girl, despite perhaps being as old as him was still a young child through and through. He finally stood up, he had to announce the results of the obstacle test.

"Sir, you're not going to pass the two of them right? It was clear that the two students are much more capable than those new arrivals."

"Have you been blind? Did you not see how that third placer came up with the idea to get through the axe?"

"It was a little unfair that the girl didn't have to deal with the axe."

"She came back to check on the boy…"

"What's the name of the second place? Timothy was it, his method of using his [ Skill ] is ingenious, and feel like he would do well in the Mage class. I can see him taking the wizardry course."

. . .

The end of the corridor was simply furnished, a few sofas for them to relax in, some art painting on the walls—Timothy avoided them, and he also eyed the jars filled with plants uneasily.

Han chuckled, "I don't think either of them would attack us." Despite that, he was eyeing the floor around them for any slits. He wouldn't want to imagine this room getting filled with rats.

It was a good thing that his stomach was empty. "So how does it feel coming in second place?" He prodded his friend.

Timothy scrunched up his face, crossing his arms over his chest. "It doesn't sit well with me, if that's what you're asking. I would have wanted to pull that man down from his pedestal."

"I see ehehe…" Han scratched his cheek, trying to chuckle over that matter. Was he like this before in the village? Han couldn't exactly recall Timothy being this competitive.

Or maybe he turned a blind eye—

One of the walls rumbled and opened, a secret door and passageway. Honestly, like any good magical academy if you asked Han Jing. The four of them stood up to greet the Headmaster and other adults that came in with him.

"Congratulations on finishing this obstacle test, the two of you are free to join the Academy." Headmaster Pierce announced briefly and nodded towards the people with him. "They shall determine which curriculum you will be undertaking in."

One of them looked like the typical wizard, the long robes and even the hat at that. They wore round spectacles that made them look like an owl, this figure immediately approached Timothy.

"Young man, touch my staff." She was carrying a long staff, or perhaps it was a rod that had a magical orb in it. The orb resembled a pure white pearl. 

As soon as Timothy's fingers came in contact with the orb, it lit up like a miniature moon. A pleased expression appeared on her face. "This one should definitely take the Primary Mage curriculum, what abundant mana!"

A man in his thirties approached Han, he had a greatsword strapped in his back. "You seem capable enough to join the Primary Combat course."

"Really...thanks?" Han sheepishly smiled back and glanced at the glowing orb. He wanted to test his mana levels. "I'm not really sure if I'm interested in pure combat though?"

The man shook his head dismissively, "Mixed Course then, a shame. But if that's what you want."

"Er…" Han thought about it, before nodding. "I'll take that, sir." Even if he happened to be good at magic, it would be a shame for him to not at least learn combat.

The man grunted but nodded, "Welcome to the Academy. Han is it?"

[ Han has obtained the [ Student ] Class! ]

"Yessir!" He grinned. Finally! A new class! "And what is your name, sir?"

"Uriel."

The swordsman soon went off on his own, joining the other adults in their discussion. Sir Leon de Harrington was receiving praises and slaps on the back while Ellynn seemed to have disappeared into the secret passageway.

"Hey, Timothy what are you going to take?" He approached his friend who was still discussing with the wizard lady. 

"If you choose to pursue the Primary Mage curriculum, you won't only learn the basic combat magic but will also have the chance to learn about other forms of magic. Perchance your current [ Class ] will consolidate? I have a feeling that it would!"

"Professor Lavelda, I think you can lecture the boy inside a classroom." One of her colleagues called out good-naturedly. "Give the boy some rest!"

The lady pushed up her frames, a pout appearing on her lips. "Don't be a meanie, I'm only suggesting things. You don't mind, do you, dearie? Timothy?"

"Well, erm…" Timothy for once, fidgeted. After getting all the attention that he clearly wanted, this was the time he didn't feel comfortable with it. "I mean, it sounds great and all… but I still really want to learn how to use a weapon? I don't want to leave myself in the open."

"Nonsense! You can use [ Mana Barrier ] and other Shielding [ Spells ]." Professor Lavelda fussed over him, gesticulating to her orb. "It's been quite awhile since I've seen such an abundant amount of mana, in a commoner no less. It's usually the [ Royal ] and [ Noble ] families that are blessed with this or being another [ Race ]! You don't happen to have any mixed blood do you? Well,  think about it!"

Han tried not to laugh, his friend was quite popular with this lady.

Timothy looked over at him, "What do you think, Han? You're doing a combination of Combat and Mage curriculum, right?"

He started to answer before a bright red notification popped out in his field of vision:

[ Warning: Response Will Affect Companion's Future Growth! ]

Han Jing was the worst kind of gamer. He was the filthy casual, a mobile gamer.

But you couldn't blame him for beta-testing Races: Online. He ended up in server sixty-nine so that was kind of nice right? A bully Demon Lord, a forgetful Elf that ignored their alliances and a mischievous Witch that's up to no good.

It was the time of his life.

Though they all acted like they were all real?! 
. . .

Image not mine.
Thank you Author of Searching For Andromeda for making the cover!

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