WARNING book contains or will contain The following: suicide, drugs, alcohol, sexual references, curse of language and mild horror.

A middle-aged female neet faces a supernatural phenomenon switching body to body, finding out the deepest secrets of those she switches with, trying to get through this with her male friend while also trying to deepen their relationship...

Xylos waited several minutes. A big list of his attributes appeared. They were things as simple as height, and weight, but there were other irrelevant information such as hair color, and skin tone. He wanted abstract meaningful stats that represented his current state. The first thing that came to mind was game stats. 

"Reduce attributes to health, mana, strength, dexterity, agility, intelligence, willpower, and fortitude"

"Please define strength, dexterity, agility, intelligence, willpower, and fortitude"

"Strength is the amount of weight that a person can lift or use"

"Dexterity is how well the body is coordinated when performing an action"

"Agility is how fast a person can perform an action"

"Intelligence is how well a person can connect observed information and personal experience to further his understanding and control."

"Willpower is how long a person can concentrate or focus on a task without being disrupted or distracted"

"Fortitude is how long a person can perform physically intensive activities and resist bodily harm"

"Definitions for strength, dexterity, agility, intelligence, willpower, and fortitude created," PS000 said, "Compiling results based on memory repository"

"Health: 2678400/2678390"
"Mana: 1000/1000"
"Strength: F"
"Dexterity: D-"
"Agility: D"
"Intelligence: C"
"Willpower: D~C+"
"Endurance: D"
"Race: Manaborn"

The stats clearly indicated his current capabilities.

Scrolling down a reduced list, he found something that piqued his interest. 

"What is a Manaborn?" Xylos said

"A Manaborn is a being composed of pure mana. Usually, these beings appear for a few seconds before becoming part of the mana flowing in this world. They can take on any form, have unmatched sensitivity to mana and magic, and can control all the mana in an area. However, the more mana they use the faster they disappear."

The description matched the conclusion he made in the past. 

"How can Manaborn increase their life span?"

There was no response; PS000 was a computer, not an AI so it wouldn't have any means to automatically connect one information to another and come up with its own conclusions.

However, based on the description, Xylos felt that if he could identify the mechanism that causes mana entities to disappear and remove or seal that mechanism he would be able to extend his life indefinitely or at least increase it by a notable amount.

"Record me while doing the following actions," Xylos said. As he took a piece of rune paper and wrote <Create light>, <Light.intensity = 0.60>, <Light.shape = sphere.radius(10)>, before circling the words which caused the "Program" to compile and a ball of light with a radius of 10cm appeared on the stage. After some time, a holographic projection of him doing the spell appeared on the stage. 

"Remove all data but mana flow," Xylos said and observed the flow of mana in and out of his body.

First, mana, which was represented by a light blue cloud, would be drawn into the center of his body. Once it arrived at the center of his body, it would compress to a single point, change color and then it would take the shortest distance and toward the rune paper and then based on what is written on the paper, generate a ball of light. 

Comparing it to a computer, the first step would be drawing power from the power source, the second step would be like the CPU converting the mana and power into a command, the third step would be like passing through a compiler which finally "displays" the magic in the real world. 

The moment he arrived at that conclusion everything seemed to become much clearer. In order to extend his life, he needed a way to improve the CPU. The way he can think of doing so is redundancy, heat control, capacity control, and filter/converter.

"Redundancy" can be implemented by expanding the core or duplicating it so that it can contain more mana and damaged components can be removed without affecting the rest of the system.

"Heat control" can be implemented by reducing the amount of active mana that remains in the core after a spell is cast, a way to siphon and expel excess mana.

"Capacity control" can be implemented by creating tiers of activity ranging from low to high depending on how intensive the current activity is.

"Filter/converter" can be implemented by making sure that the mana being absorbed is in its most pure and malleable form.

Looking closer at the core, the moment that the stream of mana moved from the core to the rune paper, something white was dispersed from the surroundings relative to the size of the beam. If he can create something to contain the beam, then maybe he would be able to use mana without losing his lifeforce.

He conjured a replica of himself. Then, he wrote a simple - ball of light - spell on the palm of his clone's hand and completed the circle. Instantly, the ball of light (5s) appeared before fading after 5 seconds. He then tried <While 1> <BoL> <end> and the palm, a ball of light generated every 0.5 seconds until the rune was disrupted.

He thought about drawing runes on himself but the thought of a single line on his body being disrupted and causing all the other runes on him body to malfunction prevented him from going through with it.

The only other alternative is to create an installation file and inject it into his core. The thought of it worried him a lot but with only one month; 12 months if he stays in the book; this was the only option. Better yet, he had a perfect clone to test the "installation package" before trying it on himself.

Every large computer software starts with several small programs and functions. 

He first created the "Redundancy" program which would partition his mana core into 22 parts; 22 because he had a feeling that each system of magic would have their own unique attributes, contaminants, and execution procedures. 

Second, he created the "Heat Control" program which would periodically scan his core for mana residues and contaminants and then purge them from the core.

Third, he created the "Capacity Control" program which could increase or decrease the cycle time of mana activity in his body.

Fourth, he created the "Filter/converter" program which converts his whole body into a rechargeable mana battery. Passively, mana will be drawn from his surroundings. As the mana gets closer and closer to his core, more and more will be filtered out until only the purest form of mana remains around his core.

Finally, he created the "Protector/controller" program which makes use of the pure mana to create a filter around his core that prevents anything but pure mana from flowing out and allow him to combine the separate programs into one endless loop.

He created a virtual copy of all five components and compiled them using PS000. Soon, a large yellow orb with numerous runes revolving around it appeared.

"Install OS v0 into the clone," Xylos said.

The orb slowly floated toward the clone before sinking into its chest. An installation bar appeared at the top of the clone's head. At 5% nothing happened, at 10% the clone started glowing a little, at 20% it started glowing even brighter. The moment it reached 30%, the clone let out a blinding ray of light and exploded into particles of mana.

Xylos waited for his vision to recover and looked at the aftermath. 

"PS000, display installation information," Xylos said as he fell deep into thought.

Xylos was copied from another universe into another with all his memories intact into the body of an "Artificial Human" at an experimental facility. It was a world of magic with a familiar system, but alas, as a failed product with an incomplete core, he only has a month to live. How will he survive?

The three came to the slave trade area at the Outer Circle. After Jiang Chen paid the twenty thousand crystals, the one thousand slaves were transferred under his name. Escorted by Fishbone soldiers, the slaves in shredded clothes walked in the direction of the underground tunnel.
They will be brought to the Fishbone base and receive three months of military training. If they successfully pass, they will be promoted to lower citizen. For the people that can't pass, they will be transported to the colonies for production work.
Hu Youde gave an elaborative bow after he received the crystals from Jiang Chen and then left with his back hunched.
"I bought something from a store at the Sixth Street… Do you know where these came from?" After he dragged Zhao Chenwu to the side, Jiang Chen took out the bag of shell grains.
"Shell grains? I know about this. It was not until my trade fleet left the province of Suhang did I realize the wasteland was far bigger than we have imagined. In Jinchu land 600 kilometers away, the survivors there all grow these types of crops. Only recently did these crops arrive here." Zhao Chenwu stared at the bullet shell sized grains as he forced a smile.
"How's the production quantity of these?" Jiang Chen asked in an undertone.
"The production quantity is substantial, but there is a strict requirement for soil quality. Only soil with both radiation and contamination below 20 could be used. Thus no soil in Wanghai fits this condition. Even in Jinchu, there is not a lot of land that can produce this crop. Although the plantation tower can grow this, the cost would be high.
Zhao Chenwu paused and grabbed a few grains out of the bag.
"The starch of this type of shell grain possess a few types of special plant proteins because of its compact structure. If it were cooked into rice, usually the outside would be overcooked, but the inside would still be undercooked. Therefore, this type of shell grain would usually be used to make flour and then mixed with a special type of butter produced by mutant meat to make bread or cookie, or even alcohol. My trade fleet saw those in Wu city. Of course, when I saw that they could produce food… To be honest, I was surprised. I originally thought that only the Northern Area Alliance and some of the fallout shelters could produce food, but somehow people managed to discover an edible mutated crop."
Radiation brought too many surprises to this land. Similar to no one knowing what monsters would walk out from the nuclear pit, no one knows what treasures are hidden inside. When the plants from the old world could no longer grow on this piece of soil, new plants of the new world replaced them and prospered.
"Would this type of mutated plant not accumulate toxins?" Jiang Chen was confused.
In his impression, the reason why most of the plants on the wasteland land could not be used was due to the toxins in the soil accumulating in the plant itself. It was the reason why mutated fruits were not edible and could only be used as ingredients for nutrient supplies.
"The shell grain is unique. The toxins are accumulated in the shell of the grain so it can be edible without throwing it into the organic converter." Zhao Chenwu let out a sigh.
This was not good news. With the crop flowing into Wanghai, it would impact the monopoly that the Fishbone base and Zhao corporation have in the food business. Although the taste was nowhere comparable to rice, for the poor that could not afford rice, it was a good substitute.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was silent, Zhao Chenwu proposed.
"I recommended Chu Nan increase the tax on shell grains."
"Oh? His response was?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Free trade." Zhao Chenwu shrugged helplessly.
"He has the same idea as me."
"Okay, since this is your business." Zhao Chenwu saw that Jiang Chen was not moved, sighed, and didn't insist.
Protectionism was meaningless other than making the poor unable to afford the top grain, even if they didn't eat this, it was unlikely they would purchase the food they couldn't afford anyway.
Subjectively speaking, the shell grains existing in the Sixth Street would be helpful in boosting the population. Only with enough food could it feed more people. From a long-term perspective, its entry is more beneficial.
…
After he departed with Zhao Chenwu, it was getting late. Therefore, Jiang Chen decided to stay the night at Paradise Island hotel.
The next morning, Jiang Chen took the helicopter back to the Fishbone base.
One thousand slaves stood at the square in front of the community center, under the statue of the Mother of Death Claw. The slaves' clothes were all replaced with Fishbone's uniform. Although they were not at ease with what was happening, they didn't have room to resist with a rifle pointed towards them.
Cheng Weiguo was on top of the temporarily installed podium and was lecturing the new recruits. He then announced the rules of the Fishbone base as well as the training plan for the next three months.
Jiang Chen avoided the square and returned to the mansion before he went to Yao Yao's room.
The bedroom door was open when he walked in. The loli was working on a mechanical helmet.
"Ahh, big brother is back, is there something you need me for?" Yao Yao's eyes immediately lit up with stars when she noticed Jiang Chen. She took off her welding mask and turned around in joy.
Her thin legs dangled on the side of the chair as they matched perfectly with her pink dress.
"Mhmm, there is something. What is this?" Jiang Chen rubbed her head.
"A brainwave signal converter device. If sister Xiaorou could put it on, she could walk without a wheelchair," Yao Yao's large eyes as she said in happiness.
"Really? Then thank you Yao Yao."
With a shy blush on her face, Yao Yao smiled. "It is all Lin Lin's work, I only worked on the database and chip processing."
Lin Lin? He didn't think she would care so much for other people. Jiang Chen was delighted by the thought.
"Big brother has something that Yao Yao can help with?" Yao Yao blinked her crystal-like eyes as she scanned Jiang Chen's face.
"Mhmm. Sun Jiao copied the library's database to your place right? Could you search for me if there are mining resources deposition maps in there."
"Mining resources deposition maps? Let me look for them."
The white stocking covered feet was just long enough to reach the slippers on the floor. Yao Yao slid her chair to the other computer table as she rapidly typed on the screen. A blue loading bar appeared in the middle.
Half a minute later, 37 search results popped up.
Jiang Chen stood behind her as he confirmed map by map, but he didn't see anything he wanted.
"Why are these all production output data… No specific deposition information?" Jiang Chen forced a smile.
"… Sorry, I didn't manage to help you." Yao Yao lowered her head in disappointment.
"No, it is not Yao Yao's fault. Perhaps this geological information is too sensitive and not recorded in the city library's database," Jiang Chen comforted her.
It made sense. How would these key information appear in a library open to all everyone?
"…if it is not in the library, would it be at the Wanghai Geology Ministry?" Yao Yao suggested. She didn't want to just give up.
Ministry of? That's a good idea.
"Could your computer search for the location of it?"
The map on the EP was only an aerial map. It could only recognize stations, airports, hospital or other prominent landmarks.
"No problem, leave it up to Yao Yao! The library's database has city maps from before the war… Here it is." As she said this, Yao Yao already dragged out the map and presented it in front of Jiang Chen.
"On the outskirt of the city center?"
Jiang Chen with a frown stared at the red dot on the map.


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


Joshua wasn't sure what was going on. Logically, the water particle had to turn into lightning. But instead, he ended with a particle that possessed characteristics of both states. This was without precedent, he had never heard of energy particles containing both energy types at once. 

…

Wait, actually he might have. He had developed a combination attack with Catherine to combine her water with his lightning. He ran over to the devices he had installed for that and grabbed a sample of electrified water. However, the result was different. The water he was currently holding quickly lost its electric component. The lightning & water particle were mashed together but couldn't remain this state very long. On the other hand, in his latest experiment, the two states were present at once in a single particle. 

Had he made a mistake somewhere in his rune? He was fairly sure he had followed the same pattern as for when he turned a particle into the neutral state. Still, he opened his rune designer and checked every part. Everything was normal… Therefore, his initial hypothesis must have been wrong. This part didn't turn the water into the lightning state, instead, it added it to the existing state. But then, why didn't that happen with his previous tests using the neutral state? 

He had to perform more tests, however, as he was about to dive fully into the issue; Luna gave him a small shock, indicating he was acting irrationally again. 
'Oh right, I gotta fix my world first!' 
Joshua cursed inward, he was getting too excited again. He rushed over to the next ice block and quickly turned it into lightning to fix the crack. A while later, ever fissure had been repaired. Now that this cumbersome matter was out of the way, he could go back and play a bit. 

He put the eight states into a list and wrote a short test application that combined every 2 possible combinations. The results were baffling. Apart from the tests involving the neutral state, every other possibility combined in order to form a superposed state. Water & Fire, Earth & wind, Dark & light. They all coexisted in harmony. Joshua bit his lip, from this it appeared the neutral state was a special case. He pushed the experiment even further. He tried combining even more states. He started at 3 and went all the way up to 8. As he saw the results, he could see a clear pattern: any type of elemental energy state could potentially be combined. He even managed to get a fire-water-earth-air-light-dark-lightning particle, as ridiculous as it sounds. However, it appeared the neutral state acted as some sort of neutralizer, as soon as it was added to the chain, all the energy turned neutral. He wasn't sure why though and understood even less how elemental states could superpose each other. Still, that's how science works. You have an experiment that gives unexpected results, the next step was finding the explanation of why it happened. 

Unfortunately, neither he nor Luna had any idea of where to start. Oh well, he would figure it out eventually. Finding out how energy particles worked was useful, but even more important was using that his newly founded knowledge to his advantage. 
The result of his experiment stormed through his mind as different possibilities took form in his brain. Suddenly, his head began to shine like a lightbulb as he had an idea. Then, his head exploded. A loud bang resonated in his world and black smoke was coming out of his neck. The smoke slowly reformed Joshua's head and he began to laugh like the madman that he was.  He knew exactly what he had to do. 

He had to create a new type of transistor. 

Transistors are the key component in nearly all modern electronic devices. Its invention was one of the key factors that allowed the computer revolution to start in the 20th century. They were used to make the most basic unit of data in computer storage: a bit. A bit consists of two states: off and on, usually represented by a zero and a one. Usually, bits are represented in groups of 8 to form a byte. A byte is what's mostly used to encode a single character of text. Take 1024 bytes and you get a kilobyte, 1024 kilobytes form a megabyte and so on… In other words, computer systems consisted of billions of transistors. 

Quantum computers differed from classic computers because they didn't use bits to store their data. Instead, they use a different sort of transistor that allows producing qubits or quantum bits. How they work is relatively complex but the basic idea is that a qubit contains 2 superposed bits thanks to quantum mechanics. Therefore, while a bit value could only consist of '0' & '1', a qubit could have a value of: '00', '01', '10, '11'. Now, add a second bit or qubit and try out every combination possible. With 2 bits, you have 4 possible outcomes for data, with 2 qubits… you have 16. Fast-forward this to the fact that computers consist of billions of bits and you can directly see why qubits are much more powerful than regular bits. 

Now, imagine instead of using a bit or a qubit, you build a system that used an energy particle as the base. A particle could consist of every combination of the 7 elemental states + the neutral state in case none of them were present. In other words, 7 superposed bits. 128 possible states from a basic unit… The kind of computing power he could obtain from this would be… unbelievable. 

The whole prospect made Joshua so excited he spent about half an hour running around dancing, jumping and singing around before he calmed down a bit. He wasn't wasting time, however, as while he was dancing, he thought about the best way to create the 'rune-transistor'. 

He began designing the prototype for the rune. For starters, he defined a seven-bit based unit to use as a base which he called a runic bit or 'rubit'. He represented it inside Luna as an array with seven elements: [0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0] . Each number referred to one of the 7 elemental states, the possible value being '0' & '1'. In case everything was 0, the rubit would be in a neutral state, while a 1 would indicate an element being present in the rubit. Next, he started to work on the transistor itself. The design he came up with was a bit unusual: he placed the energy particle at the center with 8 lines connected to it. Each line started and ended in the particle, making it look like some sort of spider. Each was also provided with an energy state activator, one for each element and the neutral one. The principle was simple: every time a 0 had to be turned into a 1, the corresponding element would activate and the particle would traverse the converter before returning to its starting position. Upon activating the neutral state, the particle would traverse it and reset while all the currently turned on element nodes would deactivate. So far, so good. The only tricky part was subtracting an element from the current particle. Joshua had no way to do that in a single move but he found a workaround. When an element had to be deactivated for a 1 to turn into a 0, the corresponding elemental line would turn off. Then the particle would traverse the neutral state to reset, before looping through every element still active to get to the desired state. 
For example, imagine a particle is currently in the lightning-fire-water state. The water state had to be removed. The line adding the water state will be turned off in the transistor. Then, the particle will traverse the neutral state converter to turn the particle back to neutral while the fire & lightning line remain active. Next, the particle will go through the lightning & fire line again to become a lightning-fire particle. 

This annoyed Joshua as he would rather just deactivate the element without doing a full reset, but he didn't have a better alternative for now. It didn't matter much in the end since the operation was so fast it would only improve the performance by a few picoseconds. He could always improve the model later if he found a better way. 

He had the basic ideas done so he spent a few hours perfecting the model and running some tests. After several hours, he finally had a decent product to use as a base. He activated the transistor with a test program he wrote, which consisted of constantly alternating the 0 & 1 in the array and trying out every possible combination of change. He was glad to see it worked. He enthusiastically made a second one and connected them. Since this was a 7-bit based system, the number of possible results of combining to rubits was 128², 16384. This was phenomenal.

 Joshua couldn't help but smirk seeing this. His goal was clear now: to remodel his soul world using the rune-transistor as a base. It would boost his power tremendously. However, before starting the process, he had to verify one last thing. He asked Luna to calculate an estimate of the amount of energy this operation would require. Upon hearing the result, his expression grew grim but only momentarily. 

'As expected, this is such a major improvement that building an entire world like this would require much more energy than I currently possess,' he thought. 

He considered the matter for a moment before nodding inwardly. Since he didn't want to evolve without first converting his whole world, he couldn't raise his maximum amount of energy for the moment. If he were to just activate the process right now, he would soon run out of ambient energy, and it could even be harmful to others. For example, should he perform the upgrade in the forest, he would first absorb the energy present in the air before starting to absorb resources coming from the local flora and fauna. Therefore, he had to find a massive source of energy he could use to safely absorb. Such a source was of course not easy to find but consider his current position. He was currently in the middle of the ruins of an ancient lab belonging to a lost civilization. Catherine had been reading a lot lately and while he hadn't paid attention to her findings since he was busy, Luna had recorded everything. He took out an old map Catherine had recorded and examined it. A smile appeared on his face. 

'Looks like we'll be leaving this place soon!' he thought.

After dying, our main character found himself summoned by a young woman. She comes from a long line of summoners and had expected to partner up with a powerful being, like the rest of her family. Instead, she summoned a computer programmer, who from now on will be living inside her head. Powerless, he's unable to help her with the upcoming war. Disappointed that neither of them had been blessed by fate with some divine abilities, he decides to build a computer system inside her head himself.



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<So when you said that you will tune-up my body to maximum strength, flexibility and agility does that mean I will be like I don't know Captain America?> asked Peter
Although Dreamer knew who Captain America was he knew he was supposed to be an alien so he pretended to not understand and said
<Captain who?>
<Oh yeah you don't know Captain America, So captain America is .....>
He goes on to explain Captain America



Dreamer cleverly told Peter that he would not be strong as captain America naturally but left it unsaid that with his amplification he would be stronger than him because he didn't want spider kid running around being a hero.


<So how much do I need to exercise?>
<What exercise?. I told you I will do it.>
<What don't you mean that you make it easier for me to gain muscle?>
<Kid looks like you misunderstood. You don't need to do anything all you need to have is a constant source of food and water.>
<What you mean I don't need to do anything and I will gain a body of an Athlete?>
<Kid Why are you repeating yourself. I will just need to eat certain foods and yes even those you don't like but don't worry I will create cravings for the food you need to eat and yes even for something like broccoli etc.>


<Wow I didn't even know people could have cravings for Broccoli.>
<Nows that's out of the way, Kid I want you to organise the room, I don't tolerate a lazy host and hate a disorganized mess>
With instructions from Dreamer and some life hacks he made clean up his room and organise everything.


<Whew, you are slave driver.> whined Peter mentally
<What slave driver actively helps his slaves body in perfect condition>
 said Peter sarcastically.
<So how do you know so much about Humans and our Habits>

Dreamer was having a lot of fun being a backseat driver.


<So What do you usually do Kid? When do you get your Education?>
<It is Mondays to Fridays, Saturday and Sunday's are holidays.>
<Oh, So what do you during your Holidays?>

<Oh then do your stuff.>


Peter didn't know what to think of his symbiotic partner, all the things he told him he wanted to believe but he didn't know if he could believe his words.
<You know I can hear your thoughts right?>
<Oh yeah sorry>


Peter avoided the situation and took out his books and started doing his homework.
After 30 mins he cleared up his homework. During this time Dreamer was studying the difference between a conscious host and an unconscious host and he found that the response was a huge difference in speed of response and the control of the host was much finer. But he found something more interesting. He found that he could control and change muscle memory.


He found this out during the time Peter was writing the writing was so ingrained that he just need to think of the letter and his hand automatically wrote down. Seeing this he wanted to test something.


<So are you done with your work?>
<Yeah>
<So, Why is your handwriting so bad?>
<Uh, I just didn't practice my handwriting I suppose>
<So I wanna test something, do you have anything to practice your Handwriting?>

<Good take them out.>


Peter searched around in his books and took them out.
<Good, now practice each of the letters one time exactly on the Line>
Peter just shrugged and wrote all the book one time in about 20mins. When Peter was practising Dreamer was constantly adjusting peters handwriting according to the book.


<Good it's done now what?>
<Now open an empty page in your notebook and write as I dictate.>
<The mind is one the most complex part of sentient beings, meditating is one of the ...>
Peter was focusing on my voice while writing so he didn't notice that his hand was writing in perfect cursive handwriting neatly like it was printed from a printer. I was dictating him the meditation part of my Mind technique, he was also listening and from time to time I could see flashes of inspiration though his mind and understanding.


<Wow, that description was detailed. I have some questions about what you said.>

<Yeah, so why did yo-... How is this possible>
Peter was dumbfounded at his handwriting
<So I found that I could rewrite muscle memory so I tested it, looks like it works.>
<Wait, So my handwriting is always going to be this good from now on?>
<Yes, Unless you try to consciously to change the handwriting it will always be like this.>
<Thats so cool.>


<So ask your Questions about meditation>
Thus Peter asked all sorts of questions about the meditation technique. His current meditation technique was a combination of his self made meditation technique and the meditation technique he learned in Kamar tan.
<If you successfully master the meditation technique, I will give you the continuation of that technique>
<What there is a continuation?>
<Yes, Now I am done with my testing and explaining go and do your stuff.>
<Uh, Okay I guess>


Sometime later Peter reading up science articles on the internet and was writing stuff down but a dreamer who was seeing peters learning technique was having a headache. As a self-made genius in his last life, Dreamer had gotten used to sorting the information he read, and arranging them in a way that would be easy to revisit but also to easier to understand.


Peter's Haphazard way of learning made Dreamer get a headache. But still, since he was partners with peter for a long time to come, he figured he would mentor the kid. Unlike him, Peter was a natural genius and Dreamer was dying to see what a Natural genius with his ethics and techniques would be like.


Just like that the rest of the day was teaching Peter methods for increasing efficiency, the reasoning behind them and why he should use them and gave him a project to practise this skill by going through all his previous books and notes and reorganise them by the method Dreamer taught him.


<Man I understand your reasoning but doing this stuff and remembering everything is hard and tiring.>
<Just practice with it Peter, with me reminding you once you make these your habits they will help you lifelong. You can also make pocket money with your notes once you reorganize everything by selling copies to kids in your same classes and it might make you popular. Just so kids could get your notes. You could also tutor for some more extra cash.>
"Peter honey, Its time for dinner."
"Coming, Aunt May."


<Wow it is already nighttime.> Thought as he got up and turned to leave.
<Stop right there. Come back and clear the table up and pack your bag before you go down.>

<Nope, do it right now your body will feel lethargic after eating and you will just sleep.>
<Fiiine> whined peter as he set about organising and packing everything into his school bag before going down for dinner.


"So what were you doing in your room all day Peter."
"Uh"
<Tell her you found a website for students with tips about better organization and techniques to have perfect handwriting and were working on that.>


"I uh, found a website on the internet it had a lot of cool tips like one's to get perfect handwriting, one for writing notes in a way which is much easier to read and a lot of Lifehacks."
"What is a Lifehack" asked Ben curiously
"Well, it generally a tip or trick you know like how to fold clothes in two steps and stuff like that. Anyway, so I decided I will give all of them a shot."


"That is a good decision Peter, always try to improve yourself." Said May
"Yeah" and the rest of dinner went well with them chatting and telling each other what they had done today etc.


Back in his room after dinner, Peter sat on the Computer but before he could start on playing some games, dreamer said <Peter, do you have a daily time table >
<Nope>
<Then maybe you should have one>
<What are you some sort of alien self help guide, sheesh>



 said Peter as he went back to the computer but this time he couldn't move his hand
<Come on, I don't want to do it right now> said peter struggling to control his hand, after a few more tries he gave up.
<Fine, fine I will do it> So with the insistence of Dreamer Peter drew up a new flexible schedule.
But by the time they completed, it was already time to sleep.


<Man, I didn't get to have a single bit of Fun today.> complained Peter
< It's not like you have to do this daily, it is a one-time thing for a Long time until a major change happens in your day to day life.>
<Now change into PJ's get into the Bed>
Peter reluctantly nodded and changed his clothes and got into bed and then started counting sheep.
<Why are you counting sheep?> asked Dreamer
<You know to get sleep.>

There was a brief silence before peter adjusted himself into a comfortable position while grumbling in his mind about his stupidity before Dreamer put Peter into Deep sleep.
Dreamer thought 'This is going to be a long few months before he gets into the habits automatically and they understand each other a lot better'

One day, during a tourism visit in Japan I got visited by the almighty Truck Kun. This is how I became a Klynta.

Given Qiu Chenxi's soft approach, the students would not treat her seriously and would not listen to her instructions. 
"Ah?" Miao Jing was stunned. "Isn't it just a lesson? Is it so complicated? Is it not too much of an exaggeration to compare it to the training of soldiers and deployment of strategies?"
Zhai Yaohui shook his head. "In this world, if you really want to do something well, then you can't treat things too lightly."
"Then, what should we do with the situation now? There's still more than an hour of lesson. Isn't it a waste of everyone's time if Qiu Chenxi stands on the stage without doing anything?" Miao Jing was displeased.
Zhai Yaohui shot a look at the political commissar. The political commissar quickly stood up and said, "It is rare that Comrade Qiu is willing to give us lessons. She is a college graduate from the university in the capital. Everyone should seize this opportunity to learn from her. I hope everyone can cooperate with Qiu Chenxi and learn as much as you can."
If not for the sake of the Qiu family, the political commissar felt like asking Qiu Chenxi to get off the stage and let Qiao Nan conduct the lesson. 
If she was incapable, she should not have volunteered to do the teaching. She was asking for trouble for herself.
"Okay, since everyone is shy, I will not force all of you. As a part of this army and from your response yesterday, I know that all of you are very enthusiastic toward English. All of you were busy practicing yesterday. It's just that I didn't expect that all of you would be unwilling to come up to demonstrate what you have learned." Qiu Chenxi took a deep breath and tried once again to get the soldiers to focus on the class and to control the rhythm of the class. "Everyone must have known by heart what you have learned yesterday. We shall move on to today's lesson."
The political commissar felt relieved and sat down when Qiu Chenxi began to start her lessons.
Qiu Chenxi relaxed slightly when the political commissar sat down. But faced with the blackboard, she was so helpless that she stood still, staring at it. 
Qiu Chenxi quickly calmed herself down and sorted out her thoughts. She glanced at her lesson plan before she took the chalk and started to write a few English words on the board. 
Qiu Chenxi's handwriting was pretty neat, especially when it was written on the paper. However, for those who were used to writing on the paper wrote on the blackboard without any practice, their handwriting on the paper and on the blackboard would seem as if they were from two different people.
As a result, the blackboard was a huge obstacle for Qiu Chenxi.
Qiu Chenxi had already taken other circumstances into consideration except for the blackboard, which was beyond her expectations. 
When she first started to write on the blackboard, her face turned red from the laughter behind her. She used the fastest speed to erase the English letters on the blackboard and prepared to rewrite it.
Unfortunately, in the two times that she tried writing on the blackboard, her handwriting was not as she expected.
"…"
Qian Yanyan was dumbfounded. How could this be? 
Qiu Chenxi was an adult, yet her handwriting was not as beautiful as the little teacher? Was she joking with her?
Qian Yanyan was not the only one who had such thought. The rest of the soldiers could not believe that Qiu Chenxi's handwriting on the blackboard would be this terrible. "Comrade Qiu is a college graduate. I heard that Teacher Xiao Qiao is only a high school student. Could it be that as she has graduated for a long time, her handwriting has also deteriorated? Her handwriting on the blackboard cannot be compared to Teacher Xiao Qiao's handwriting."
One could easily tell who the better teacher was from the discussions among the soldiers.
One was a comrade, while the other was a teacher. From the form of address, Qiu Chenxi had already lost to Qiao Nan.
Lin Yuankang had a look of pride on his face. He leaned toward Qiao Nan. "Little disciple, what's your thought on this? Do you care to share it with me? It's so boring to have the joke to yourself. You should share it with me."
"Interesting?" Qiao Nan shook her head. "I don't think it is interesting. I only want to say that Qiu Chenxi missed the right time." After another ten years, probably around 2010, the whole country would be using Information Technology. Almost every household would have one or several computers. Almost all of the classrooms, from elementary to university levels, would be equipped with a controller. As long as it was connected to the laptop, the contents could be projected using a projector and one could run a PPT.
By then, it would not matter whether Qiu Chenxi had good handwriting on the blackboard or not. As long as one used the computer, the fonts and typesetting would be done beautifully. Nobody would face such an awkward situation anymore. 
"The right time? When is the right time?" Lin Yuankang knitted his eyebrows, feeling perplexed. 
"I mean, China is advancing and developing rapidly. I think in a few years' time, teachers may not need to write on the blackboard. There may be a machine that can project the words. As a result, it will reduce the time wasted in the class and the students will have a happy and easy time having their lessons."
"Will there be such a day?" Lin Yuankang wondered. "It's without a doubt that China will develop and advance, but is what you said possible?"
Would teachers use such advanced technology in their lessons? 
"Definitely." In less than ten years, or probably two more years, when it was the 21st century, the universities would adopt such a teaching method. 
"Nan Nan, do you want to be an English teacher in the future?" He hoped that his little disciple would follow in his footsteps. 
"No, I am just talking about the future development of China. I am not interested in being a teacher. If you did not drag me here with you, would I have accepted this task?" Qiao Nan denied immediately. She already had a lot on her mind given her family situation. If she was a teacher, she would have a lot more to worry about. 
If possible, she would avoid taking on jobs that would require her to dedicate a lot of her time and effort, especially those that needed her to labor and toil with her mind and body. For instance, jobs like teaching that would have a huge impact on future generations. 
"That's good." Lin Yuankang was relieved.
"What's good about that?" Qiao Nan did not understand.
"Nothing. You should focus on the lesson. It's very rude of us to talk within ourselves while others are conducting the lessons. Nan Nan, as your teacher, I must correct you. You can't do this in the future." Lin Yuankang put on a stern expression and looked toward the blackboard, checking out the words that Qiu Chenxi wrote. 
Qiao Nan, who was criticized for no apparent reason by Lin Yuankang, was dumbfounded. 
It was her master who started the conversation. What she did was to reply to his question. Why did she end up as being rude and disrespectful to others? 
Qiu Chenxi finally managed to write a few words on the board. She relaxed slightly. However, she shot a sideways glance at Qiao Nan. Qiao Nan must have done it on purpose!


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Nan Feng listened and nervously went downstairs with the car keys in hand. When he saw the latest motorcycle, his eyes lit up. He jumped on the car to try it out and left.
With a bang, he crashed into a tricycle and heard a scream. Looking at the side of his face, he looked a little like Shangguan Zhi. He silently left.
He lanjin was on the balcony. When she saw this scene, she shouted in a low voice, "Shangguan Zhi, are you okay? "
"I think I can still save you. " Shangguan Zhi gritted his teeth and climbed up. He did not dare to pursue Nan Feng's responsibility, so he endured it.
Unfortunately, the next second, he climbed up from the side of the tricycle. The tricycle was not balanced and turned over to cover him.
"..."He lanjin stood on the balcony and saw the secret guards quietly come out and drag him away. They were afraid that he would get in the way of he lanjin.
...
A private plane stopped like an eagle looking down and took a limited luxury car.
In the luxurious car, Qiao Hanye sat there and looked out the window at the setting sun, deep in thought.
"Master, this box was taken from Zhao Yuyi. What do you think Zhao Tianming will leave behind? " Han Beicheng sat in the driver's seat and asked in a low voice out of curiosity.
Back then, the Qiao family's murder case had taken 190 lives in one night. Thinking back now, it was still bloody.
"The Lu family also wants this box, and Zhao Yuyi and Lu Zifan are close... " Han Beicheng said in a deep voice.
Before he could finish, Qiao Hanye pressed the button with his fingertips, and the screen rose to isolate the backseat.
Qiao Hanye's fingertips tightened slightly. He cracked the password and opened the box. He saw the belt inside with the word "Qiao" imprinted on it. This was a belt that only qualified to be owned after training.
He looked past the belt, took out an old envelope, and opened it to take a look.
"He family... " Qiao Hanye looked at the handwriting in the letter. His fingertips tightened slightly, and the letter fell to his feet. He was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "back to Jiangcheng. "
"Zhi... " Han Beicheng heard this and quickly stopped. He looked back in shock. Even though they were separated by a screen, he was still extremely puzzled. "Master, aren't we returning this time to hand over Zhao Tianming's relic to the old master so that we can get to the bottom of the incident back then? "
"Let's go back to Jiang city, " Qiao Hanye said coldly.
Han Beicheng listened and frowned He did not understand. He had obtained the relic box. As long as he read Zhao Tianming's letter, he might be able to understand the truth of the incident back then. Yet, he requested to return halfway?
Could it be that there was something wrong with the box or the letter?
However, Han Beicheng was loyal to Qiao Hanye. No matter what decision Qiao Hanye made, he would not say the word "no" .
"Yes, " Han Beicheng replied and turned around to head towards the private airport.
Qiao Hanye lowered his head and looked down at the piece of paper that had fallen by his feet. He was deep in thought. His entire body was emitting a gloomy and bloodthirsty aura, as if he was so depressed that he could not breathe.
He picked up his phone and saw the number he lanjin had called and the message she had sent. His fingertips trembled slightly. He dialed her number and said, "Ah Jin. "
"I'm here. " He lanjin leaned against the windowsill and wrote a program. She realized that her computer had crashed. When she was frustrated, she received a call from him, and her heart pounded non-stop.
"Ah Jin. " On the other end of the phone, he called her again.
He lanjin heard the man's magnetic voice continuously calling her name, as if he would never get tired of it. She asked softly, "did something happen? "
"I just miss you, " Qiao Hanye said in a low voice.
A simple "I just miss you" made her ears turn red. She got up and ran to the study room. She looked at his computer and asked softly, "my computer keeps crashing. Can I use your computer? ''
"Okay. " Qiao Hanye was silent for two seconds. He lanjin turned on her computer and was instantly stunned... "...".

On the eve of the engagement, he lanjin saw her sister and her fianc�� conspiring against the he family in the toilet. She immediately reported them to the headlines, tearing apart White Lotus flowers with one hand and torturing them with the other.
She didn't expect to provoke the young master of a wealthy family, Qiao Hanye. He was cold and heartless Yet, he spoiled her to the heavens By joining forces with her, her life would be smooth from then on.
"marry me. The he family is yours, and so is the Qiao family, " Qiao Hanye said seductively.
PS: recommend author's old article, "chief, YOU SPOIL ME TO THE HEAVENS! " Welcome to the group.

"Ah?" Hearing this, Lu Pengfei trembled and tried to defend himself as he looked up, "Officer, you’re wrong! I have no idea what you’re talking about! Yu Zhigen was i my neighbor when I was a but I never saw him after that! Please don’t accuse me like this! I have the right to a lawyer!"
 Zhao Yu and Miao Ying looked at each other. Miao Ying got up and carried a pile of documents over to Liu Pengfei. "Liu Pengfei, are you really so stupid you can’t tell?" Miao Ying shook her head, "Before arresting you, we already did a thorough search with a lot of manpower and resources. If we didn’t have concrete evidence, then we wouldn’t have arrested you! I advise you not to hold onto your false hope anymore, and stop your useless struggle! Here," Miao Ying showed Liu Pengfei the document at the top, "this is the handwriting comparison result! We used your handwriting just now and compared it with the writing from the crime scene. The results from the most advanced computer software showed an 87.5 percent match. According to the Evidence Act, this is sufficient evidence for prosecution."
 "Impossible! You...you are talking nonsense!" Liu Pengfei refused to accept it.
 "You’ve underestimated our technology!" Miao Ying remained calm, "We know that you purposely made handwriting slightly illegible just now, but no matter how you try to change it, a person’s handwriting will never lie! Take a look for yourself…"
Liu Pengfei stared at the comparison report. His handwriting was magnified a few times, and many red dots were made by the machine. The red dots were at different parts of the writing, and it all looked very sophisticated and advanced.
 "Look at the second piece of evidence!" Miao Ying took out another document and placed it in front of Liu Pengfei. It was a few pictures. "On the night Yu Zhigen was killed, a photo of the suspect was taken at the junction of the Uptown District!" Miao Ying pointed at the picture, "But it was raining heavily that night, and the photo was distorted which was why we had not been able to get a clear image of the suspect for all these years!"
 "But things are different now!" Miao Ying pointed at another picture, "Our electron reduction technology was able to enhance the photo! Here...take a good look at the restoration result, and this data: height, contour, build, arm length, and brow, nose bridge etc. They match your features up to ninety-seven percent! The suspect in the photo is you!"
 "This…" Liu Pengfei gulped. Although he felt scared, he remained stubborn, "Officer, this can’t be right! There are so many people who look alike. Even if it was a one-hundred percent match, you couldn’t say that the person is me! Moreover, the person in the picture could have just been passing by. How can you say that he’s the suspect?"
 Miao Ying sighed and banged on the table. "Some people are just so stubborn! Liu Pengfei, the first two pieces of evidence were just to prepare you so that you would stop pushing your luck! Get ready..." Miao Ying placed the third piece of evidence in front of Liu Pengfei, "The first two pieces of evidence might be considered as circumstantial evidence, but the next two are indisputable, concrete evidence!"
 Liu Pengfei lowered his head and saw that the third document had pictures of the crime scene. Yu Zhigen’s body was on the couch, and the room was splattered with blood!
"You planned the attack!" Miao Ying said, "There were no fingerprints or footprints left at the scene! But you overlooked something very important—hair! Look…" Miao Ying pointed at the picture, "That year, the detective in charge of this case found a strand of hair that did not belong to the victim! After analyzing it, they found that the hair did not belong to the victim’s wife or his relatives or friends! Therefore, this strand of hair was very likely left behind by the murder!" Miao Ying continued, "Liu Pengfei, look carefully. We’ve already run the tests, and this strand of hair is indeed yours!"
Hearing this, Liu Pengfei went pale and looked down weakly, probably due to the fact that he had not had any water for a very long time. He was not even able to break out in cold sweat!
 "Faced with this evidence, what do you have to say!?" Miao Ying shouted, causing Liu Pengfei to shudder.
"O-officer…" Liu Pengfei lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "I-I’m innocent! I-I...even if that strand of hair is mine,I had a few meals with Yu Zhigen before he was killed. Maybe my hair fell on Yu Zhigen and he brought it home?"
 "Nonsense!" Zhao Yu roared, "Didn’t you say that you and Yu Zhigen were only neighbors when you were young, and you had not seen him since?"
 "I…" Yu Zhigen was unable to produce any good explanation and decided to play around his words, "It’s been so many years and I couldn’t remember. I remember seeing him and having a few meals together! But I was too nervous when you interrogated me, and I could not recall that!"
Miao Ying laughed, "You should save these words and tell them to the judge! You thought everything had been executed flawlessly, and you lived peacefully for ten years after killing someone, but justice prevails and punishment is unavoidable!"
 "Liu Pengfei!" Miao Ying said with awe-inspiring righteousness, "You really thought everything was seamless? Look…" She placed the last document in front of Liu Pengfei. "After the murderer killed Yu Zhigen, he tore a piece of cloth off of the couch, dipped it in blood, then wrote on the wall!" Miao Ying said, "Coincidentally, the couch in Yu Zhigen’s house was made from a type of counterfeit polyester fabric. This type of fabric has weak elasticity, and the murderer left fingerprints on it! Liu Pengfei, have you looked at the evidence carefully? That fingerprint was yours!!"
 "Ah!?" Liu Pengfei exclaimed in shock as though he had been struck by thunder, "Impossible!"
 "I knew you would say that!" Miao Ying laughed calmly, "You must be thinking that you were wearing gloves, so how could there be any fingerprints? Right?" Liu Pengfei was astonished and did not dare to say anything.
 "Keke...you’ve underestimated our criminal investigation technology!" Miao Ying pointed at the document. "It’s true that we were not able to find anything ten years ago, but things are different now! Our technology is now able to obtain fingerprints even if you wore gloves! You had not expected this, right, Liu Pengfei? Not only did we obtain your fingerprints from that piece of cloth, but we also discovered that there were no bloodstains where the fingered were. This shows that the person who wrote on the wall is you!!"
 "Ah…" Hearing Miao Ying’s conclusion, Liu Pengfei slumped down in the chair. From the way he was trembling all over, it seemed that all of his defenses had collapsed. Zhao Yu and Miao Ying both thought that he would admit his guilt within seconds; however, after a long silence, Liu Pengfei struggled and said, "Officer...I-I want to hire a lawyer!"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

  Chance arrived at the flat two hours later. He looked hollow and disheveled. He brought his bags from the hotel and declared he would sleep on the couch in the den until things were settled. Gemma could take the bedroom. Neither of them should be alone, he said.
  She didn't want him there. She was feeling sad and vulnerable. With Chance, she preferred to have her armor on. Still, he was good in a crisis, she gave him that. He set himself to texting and telephoning people, and he talked to everyone with an extreme gentleness Gemma hadn't known he possessed. The Blair's, their friends from Martha's Vineyard, Will's college friends: Chance got in touch with everyone personally, checking them neatly off a list he'd made.
  Gemma called the London police. They came in, bustling, while Chance was on the phone with Paulina. The cops took the note in Willow's handwriting, then asked for statements from Gemma and Chance.
  They agreed it didn't look like Will had gone traveling. Her suitcases were in the closet, as were her clothes. Her wallet and credit cards were in a bag they found. Her laptop wasn't in the flat, however, and her driver's license and passport were missing.
  Chance asked a police officer if the suicide note could be a forgery. "Maybe a kidnapper wanted to put suspicion elsewhere," he said. "Or maybe it was a note she was forced to write? Is there a way you could tell if she was forced to write it?" 
  "Chance, the note was in the bread box," Gemma reminded him gently. "Will left it for me in the bread box."
  "Why would Miss Blair be kidnapped?" asked the officer.
  "Money. Someone could be holding her for ransom. It's strange that her laptop is missing. Or she could have been murdered. Like, by someone who made her write the note."
  The officers listened to Chance;s theories. They pointed out that he himself was the most suspicious person: an ex-boyfriend who had recently arrived in the city looking for Willow. But they also made it clear they didn't really suspect a crime of any kind. They looked for signs of a struggle but found none.
  Chance said Willow could have been abducted from outside the apartment, but the police officers reminded him about the bread box. "Suicide note makes it clear," they said. They asked if that was Will's handwriting, and Gemma said it was. They asked Chance, and he said it was, too. Or at least, it looked like it.
  Gemma gave them Willow's UK phone. It showed only calls to local museums and emails from her parents, Chance, Vivian Abromowitz, and a few more friends Gemma could identify. The officers asked for Will's bank records. Gemma gave them some papers printed out from the missing computer. They were in a drawer of the desk in the living room.
  The officers promised to search the river for Willow's body, but they also noted that if her body was weighted with stones, it wouldn't surface easily. It had probably been moved away from the Westminster Bridge by the current.
  If they found her at all, it might take days or even weeks.

Willow is a runaway heiress, an orphan, a cook, and a cheat.

Gemma is a fighter, a social chameleon, and an athlete.

An intense friendship. A disappearance. A murder, or maybe two.

A bad romance, or maybe three.

Blunt objects, disguises, blood, and chocolate. The American dream, superheroes, spies, and villains.

A girl who refuses to give people what they want from her.

A girl who refuses to be the person she once was.
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Gemma Lust Wilder, a white 18-year-old without a family who's staying at a luxurious resort in Columbia, spending her days swimming and studying Spanish. She's strong-willed, secretive, and always on guard.

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