There are a total of seven celestial levels in order to cultivate as a celestial cultivator; Practitioner, Master Practitioner, Enlighten Celestial, Immortal Celestial, Golden Celestial, Golden Supremacy and Sacred Saint.

But this is not your typical cultivation story. It is a romance story between a 'hero' and a 'villainess'. 

His previous love from his past reincarnation had finally found him. In this life, are they fated to be together?

It is a more slice of life cultivation story and not about an OP MC. In fact, he is your good-for-nothing cultivator;)

Just as there is 'Soft Magic' in Fantasy that is portrayed through magibabble, there can be 'Soft Science' in a Sci-Fi stories through technobabble that makes 'some sense', but not entirely correct.

We are frickin' writers, not scientists. You don't have to be anatomically correct all the time, all you need to do is show that you know enough of your stuff to write a decent story. In fact, the excuse of it being an alternate world can be used if you're going to bend the limits of physics and say that fire doesn't need air to exist in this parallel dimension.

I see a lot of writers being put into a state of confusion due to not understanding the line between fantasy and Sci-Fi. They seem like they are trying to fit the Star Trek mould too often.

Science can just as well do the same things as plot devices in fantasy stories. Once you add 'realism' to a fantasy, it becomes progressively better sometimes compared to a completely fantasied story where 'logic' doesn't hold within it.

Those who write Sci-Fi usually envision a future they can imagine where magic-like Rocket Boots and other stuff exist. However, a writer must not get bogged down by small details and MUST think of an overarching story where these details matter.

It is the same with Fantasy. Even if you write about someone breaking the mould as a wizard or something, you have to attach your world to a narrative rather than doing it the other way 'round.

No one wants to hear about how awesome your boat propellers are before hearing your story's narrative. They would rather you cut down and make it relevant when it is actually relevant.

Adding some 'Hard Science' to your story is only when the scenes later on have any use for them. It bores a person to death no matter how extensive your technobabble is unless you make it interesting. Try using facts as plot elements.

For example: Even the simple fact that people cannot breath in space and instantly die when they come in contact with the 'void' of space could be used to add a layer of tension when a spaceship is damaged. Similar to how dangerous 'hard magic' is used in Epic Fantasy like Frodo's Ring in The Lord of the Rings has definitive corruption on others.

Unlike Fantasy that can use the Power of Friendship to bend logic, the readers of Sci-Fi never be expecting any 'realistic' plot elements to be bend just because the Author wants a happy ending. There are no 'Healing Potions' in real life that can be used to fix up injuries nor are people affected by prophesies or whatever.

This is the contrast between Sci-Fi and Fantasy that you can make full use of. As most authors go onto the Sci-Fi side of writing not because they strive to be scientists but since the aesthetics of a science fiction world are just so interesting.

Science Fiction is a good place to tackle heavy topics like the nature of life and the absurdity of those who see 'science' as everything. Those who disregard emotions and become cybernetic entities for the sake of casting off their mortality are portrayed as the bad guys while our totally human protagonist fighting them is a 'good guy'.

The lines between an Artificial Intelligence and regular Humans blurs as we become the 'God' of technological species that defy our definition of what is 'living'. Just as we see God as some sort of fourth-dimensional and incomprehensible being that created us as an imperfect image of 'Him', the robots given sentience would see us similarly.

Some robots might have emotions that can allow them to defy their programming, some robots won't go as far as gaining emotional functionality but will preform their roles better than even a human. It could show the reason why people get attached to the inanimate and soulless objects we put our own hearts into creating (like Big Hero 6).

But though exploring philosophical questions is good and all, never forget that a good 'plot' is needed to put forward and give clues into the writer's answer that context. Sci-Fi is, after all, a premise, not a relatable character in of itself.

Think of the science-fiction elements as just the background for your story, similar to how other genres should be that as well. You won't have to deal writing blocks if you keep to writing only what you know rather than just speculative theories.

Whether it's as dark as a Cyber Punk or optimistic of the future, just know what mould you are using for this premise. Are you writing an Adventure story with Sci-Fi as the places, destinations, and whatever tools the MC can get him hands on, or are you writing a comedy where the Sci-Fi elements don't need consistency but absurdity?

After moving past why you shouldn't add unneeded technobabble unless it's interesting to listen to or has plot significance, let me remind you all that robots and 'science' isn't entirely separated from the realm of magic. After all, there is a reason you don't see skimpy power suits being worn by astronauts these days. Just be sure to have a focus if your going to add very illogical things to the plot.

I like Gundam as much as the next guy but the whole reason the Mecha sub-genre of Anime has waned in recent years is because writers have been focusing too much on 'science' rather than the spectacle. I don't need to now what materials your Mecha is made of unless you point its weak points and make it relevant in a fight scene.

Bring up the strengths and weaknesses of something and THEN use those facts as devices that can move the plot. Conversely, if you go overboard with this advice and tell me nothing but how your giant robot looks and the 'science' behind its creation, even going as far as to tell me how many secret guns it has, then I'll be bored...

I'd love to see Cyborgs Vs Mecha but just don't forget the human element of Sci-Fi. How we create things not solely for the sake of creation but put are feelings into it just like the novels we write.

Humans are passionate that way...

Thanks for reading and I wish you guys well~ Be sure to ask if you have any blog or story requests.

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

"5v5 hasn't even started, and our team is already broken up." 
Swinging back and forth his arm that was sore from being dragged, Ji Zhiyao spoke with slight sarcasm, first squinting towards the direction where the mid-laner, then looking back at the W.J. battleteam who was obviously gloating in their misfortune. "Let's end it here. Let them leave with the regret of a draw." 
"Sure."
"No objections."
"Nothing much to say." The top-laner had a bitter smile. "I haven't even had the chance to fight, yet I was immediately sentenced to death. But it's for the better too. Now I can lie to myself that I am someone who had a 50:50 chance of winning against a professional battleteam." 
Ji Zhiyao laughed and clapped his shoulder.
Four of them stood up together, and in the face of W.J.'s battleteam's complicated expressions, they simply summarized the situation for the emcee and then left without looking back. 
Behind their backs, they could vaguely hear someone calling out for them exasperatedly, but none of them paid any attention. 
…
It was almost 1 pm when he reached home. Ji Zhiyao had not eaten, already starving until he could feel his chest touch his back. 
His parents were both at work, and Ji Qingge, preparing to be a slow sparrow making an early start, had signed up for tuition classes for next year's national exams. Other than instant noodles, there was nothing much to eat at home. 
Ji Zhiyao ordered a portion of takeaway and then turned on the electric kettle, tearing open a bowl of instant noodles.
In the few minutes of waiting for the water to boil, he found two turkey sausages inside the refrigerator and ate one while cutting the other. Throwing the cut-up sausages into the bowl, he saw that the water was boiling.
Ji Zhiyao cooked the noodles. In just a few minutes, he had scarfed down a bowl of noodles that were neither soft nor hard. 
By the time he finished cleaning up, the takeaway had arrived too.
Facing a container of fresh and aromatic spicy crayfish, Ji Zhiyao put his phone on a stand and opened the livestream app before putting on a pair of plastic gloves. 
He was shocked when he first entered the app.
There was actually a full thirty thousand audiences waiting in the streaming room. 
Turning on the livestream was a spur-of-the-moment decision for him. Meant to just accumulate some time, he did not announce it on Weibo either.
"I'm not playing games today, doing an eating livestream to just pass time." Finishing his sentence, Ji Zhiyao realized that the number of people online did not drop but instead continued to increase, and he was naturally dazed. "You guys like to watch me eat?" 
[QAQ Whatever MelonRind does I like it all! You're the cutest when you do an eating livestream and chatting~]
[Eat eat eat, all you know to do is eat.]
[I quietly glanced at my ten dollar lunchbox before me, finding it a little dull and tasteless.] 
[This place's spicy crayfish looks good.]
"Of course it's good. It's the place with the best food in this entire area." 
Ji Zhiyao savored the crayfish while picking out some comments to reply to. He was more than happy, and the fans also enjoyed looking at his lips that had turned dark red from the spices. 
With something so attractive right before the screen, how could one bear to not look? 
Yet, Ji Zhiyao was completely unaware. He quickly threw the shells he had peeled into the trash bin, and when he looked up again, his eyes caught a comment very different from the rest. 
"What do you mean 'explain what is going on between you and Fi-god~ I'm itching to know?' Me and Fi-god? Just the relationship of once being gaming opponents. What else could there be?"
Ji Zhiyao frowned slightly and ate another crayfish in confusion.
Was his Weibo post this morning unclear?
In the next second, he almost jumped out of his seat.
[Stop speaking nonsense. If there was nothing, why would Fi-god repost and reply to your Weibo post?]
[MelonRind, did you not realize that you have another new fan called 'Mix.FiV' on your Weibo?]
[Just silently watching you act.]
"…"
Ji Zhiyao dropped the crayfish in his hand and even caused the sauce to splatter onto his screen because he was too agitated. Right after that, the livestream status changed directly to 'the broadcaster is not home.' 


The handsome, skilled newbie livestreamer, Ji Zhiyao, has a dream. 

"One day, I want to become the most famous crosstalk actor amongst the livestreamers."

Later on, this dream is forgotten by him and secretly becomes another.

"I want to overthrow Fi-god! I want to become Mix's new team dictator!"

The rich and aloof idol of the eSports scene, Mo Huaifeng, also has a dream. 

"Two years later, Mix will definitely make it into the International League."

Soon after, subtle changes happens to this dream.

"I want to make it into the International League with Ji Zhiyao and after winning, I will f**k him on livestream."

Livestreamer to eSports pro, Captain to boyfriend, will their dreams come true?

Year 2048, the current World War, or known by the general public as the Great World War is still ongoing for over 10 years now and is almost reaching its peak. The soldiers are giving their all and risking their lives to protect their loved ones. 
Among them is Hans Schmidt, the said hope of their country as its ace. A 21 year old soldier who cannot help but poke his head to every complicated situations and usually ends getting involved with troublesome matters. 
He had lived his life just fighting for whatever reason he had in the battlefield, growing up within such harsh environment.
But for some unforeseen reason, he was transported to another world.

How will our ace soldier fare in a fantasy world that defies common sense from his former world?

(Editing the dialogues at the moment. I'm just adding the character initials so there are really no changes in the dialogue itself. Well, some corrections if needed.)

"Work work work!" In an office building in the Timo Business District of Yoder City Center, a newly-listed game review company just began their busy day at work.
In this enterprise, there were over two hundred game reviewers. But evidently, they were still short-handed. It was normal for them to work overtime mainly because the game market was too large. In this industry, the number of employees had already reached the millions, yet it seemed far from being saturated. Every year, there would still be a large number of graduates joining this industry.
Ever since the founding of the D-Planet Federation in the twenty-third century, artificial intelligence had begun to spread extensively throughout the globe. Most jobs that required human labor were filled. Hence, the tasks humanity could do gradually became lesser, resulting in large amounts of idle time. On the contrary, the entertainment business became increasingly developed, and the improvement of the gaming industry, as one of the important parts of the entertainment business, naturally saw rapid progress.
"[Storm Tribe], [Imperial Conqueror], [Spirit Sword Sealing Demons Record], [Yin Yang Master 28]…" In the office, Little Chen who had just entered the office began to open up the list of games that needed to be tested. He glanced at this list of huge IPs as envy shone in his eyes.
These games were all products of large companies and big productions that had immense numbers of advertisements since two years ago. The company he worked for could actually get so many high-caliber games for testing. It seemed like its connections and capabilities were extraordinary. But sadly, these had nothing to do with him.
As a newbie, these huge IPs would never be given to him to review and test. Only experienced veterans would be invited to conduct accurate evaluations and risk estimations for these games.
And as for newbies like him, the games they reviewed were usually privately designed.
Because artificial intelligence had developed greatly, the gaming platforms, templates, and frameworks were extremely mature. The basic costing wasn't high, leading to many private gaming enthusiasts who didn't have a lot of money to create virtual games using their creativity. But because they sorely lacked a game creation team and art designing team, the privately designed games could only attract audiences if they had elaborate creativity.
After the barrier of entry was lowered, private games flooded the market. For quality privately designed games, it was rare to find one even in ten thousand games. The majority of the games depended on selling scantily-clad female characters or the BL (boy's love) genre. But even so, for such games, a portion of gamers who stayed at home also wouldn't buy them. In this world, those who could afford to stay home and do nothing but play games wouldn't lack money either…
Little Chen scrolled the screen, searching for some game products that were of slightly higher quality. All of a sudden, he saw a black-colored metal icon.
"The logo isn't bad!" Little Chen felt a little more energetic when he saw the game icon of 'Star Ocean'. The logo had a metallic feel to it and from its title, it seemed to be a game of the sci-fi genre. But sci-fi couldn't accurately describe it. Many major gaming productions wouldn't dare to touch the sci-fi genre, let alone private game designers.
Most of the sci-fi games were hanging the heads of sheep while selling dog meat, falsely advertising their content. Either some hot babes would accompany you to travel the universe, or it would be a hack-and-slash game like [Legend] that was covered under the guise of 'science-fiction' where one would level up while killing space monsters. Warriors and mages in normal hack-and-slash games would have their titles changed to origin force soldiers. The dragon-slaying saber would change to forcesaber—everything was just blatant plagiarism covered by new names and titles.
It was unknown how many people were still playing [Legend], and how many more generations of people would still be cheated by such a method?
With a heart like he knew everything, Little Chen clicked into the game. It was still better for him to test a hack-and-slash game like [Legend] early in the morning than to test a bunch of similar privately designed games. After all, there were many past examples that he could draw references from.
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"Welcome to [Star Ocean]. Come, sign the contract and become a subject under the authority of Overlord Xiye!"
A clear voice broke the dumb-founded look on Little Chen's face. He raised his head in a startled manner and stared at the unusually formidable-looking NPC. His entire person began to shiver.
"Damn. Is... is this really a privately designed game?"
"Isn't this model too realistic?"
Little Chen stared at the surroundings with disbelief etched on his face. The scene was a temporary military base fixed up with metal. Inside were all sorts of unknown instruments, robotic arms, and many pieces of equipment that he didn't recognize. He suddenly felt too excited to speak.
Right now, the highest-evaluated sci-fi game in the market was [Titan], created by the Rainstorm Company. [Titan]'s ID was sold at $8,800 federal dollars and was known as the most expensive game in the market. When he was still studying, he had to scrimp and save for three years before he could barely have enough money to buy an account. But the sense of reality projected by this game's design and the quality of the NPC model could basically trash [Titan]!
The details, the metallic feel, the NPC model, the lines of his face, the heaving rhythm of his muscles when he breathed in and out. The sense of reality was even more real when compared to sci-fi movies!
Could he really have encountered the 'legendary' divine work of the mortal world?
Little Chen involuntarily stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the NPC. But even before his hand came in contact, an imposing might suddenly gushed over. Little Chen couldn't react in time and fell onto the ground in fright. The sense of pain traveling up from his bum caused him to feel even more bewildered as he silently mused, "A 100% tactile feel? This game is too gusty!"
"You are not allowed to touch this overlord!"
"An all-intelligent NPC?" Little Chen drew in a deep breath. Right now, A.I. technology had matured, and so an all-intelligent NPC wasn't anything rare, but the personality of this NPC was pretty interesting.
After thinking about it, he didn't continue to antagonize the other party. This game had a 100% tactile feel. If he was somehow smacked to death by this NPC, that feeling would be extremely hard to bear. As he contemplated, he turned his gaze to a huge metal door at the side.
There was a window on the door. Through the window, he could see the scene outside the temporary base. It was filled with desolation, as the scarlet red ground had no greenery. This place should be built according to the scenes on Mars.
This would save some trouble in the creation process, but the details were extremely precise. The quality of the sand and gravel on the ground looked extremely real. The flowing effect of their physical interaction with the wind was also very good. There were no problems at all!
After thinking about it, he pushed his hand forward, wanting to open the door to see the outside world. But all of a sudden, he felt a shock current bouncing his hand back. Just when he was astonished, the NPC spoke, "Mortal, your current body can't survive on this planet. After signing the contract, this overlord will commence a biological modification for you. Once the number of people here reaches 500, this overlord will organize all of you into different teams to harvest resources outside to build your home base!" 
"Oh…" A look of sudden enlightenment flashed on Little Chen's face as he mused, "So it is still unavailable to the public!"
But after pondering, it should be the case. For a production of this quality, just the amount of work needed for the details of the different backgrounds and scenes alone would be enormous. Private designers naturally wouldn't have the ability to open up too many zones. After understanding this logic, he instantly knew that this was a semi-finished product!
Such semi-finished products weren't rare on the market. Many private designers had high standards, but they weren't able to finish the game due to a lack of funding. They would always first design an opening model to attract investors to fund their game.
When he thought of this, he immediately began to score the game professionally.
Game quality: Semi-finished.
Game scene performance: Five stars. Perfect details, excellent quality. Just from the scene alone, one can tell that this game will be one that can span across eras!
Game model: Five stars. Exquisite, detailed, fully exhibiting the talent of the art design team.
Game playability: Unknown. Temporarily unable to play. It is a game that's looking for investors.
Overall game evaluation: A semi-finished product that has very high potential. It has a very strong art design team. I believe that if there's a good game-planning team, this might be a product that can replace [Titan]. Investment risk: Three and a half stars. The reason being the content right now is too little; there's almost no content. This made me doubt if there might be completely no planning done for this game in the future. I suggest investors to ask the creator carefully first, or to hire a good planning team on their own terms!
After having a conclusion in his heart, Little Chen excitedly went to write his report. It was like finding gold in a shithole. This was already considered a good accomplishment.
But suddenly, he discovered that there was no menu popping up. He then glanced at the only intelligent NPC on the scene. "Might I ask how do I exit the game?"
This time around, the NPC didn't say anything at all. It expressionlessly pointed to a transmitter at the center of the base that resembled a transfer device in sci-fi movies.
The node exit system?
Little Chen was startled. Although it could make the game seem more real, it evidently was much more troublesome. In the currently fast-tempo entertainment game models, this wouldn't be liked. It seemed like this game truly lacked a good planning team.
After contemplating it, he didn't hesitate and entered the transfer device. After activating the menu, he chose the option to exit [Star Ocean]. He also took the opportunity to quickly hand up his report before anyone else discovered this game. He must not let credit for such an accomplishment escape him!
After that, a flash of light manifested, and Little Chen who was in the transfer device vanished completely. The NPC that had a look of arrogance on his face suddenly sat down after he saw that Little Chen had left. He removed his imposing metal helmet and revealed a handsome face!
"This overlord is so fatigued!" The NPC actually began to mumble to himself. "That silly fool finally left!" After that, he spoke to the air, "A.I., can we really get away with it by me acting like this?"
"Overlord, please rest your heart at ease!" An electronic voice rang out suddenly from within the base. "Overlord, you only need to wait patiently. Not long later, there would be an unending stream of subjects flowing in!"


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


After hearing what Teacher Wang said, Hong Dali rubbed his chin and said, "This… How about this? You stand in as the Principal first. That should not be a problem, right? If you feel like it, you can announce the time, or you can just take a nap in the communications room. Do whatever you feel like doing. You are single with no dependents, so it doesn't matter where you stay, right?"
Teacher Wang gave it some careful thought. "That's true. Let's do it this way, then. I'll put my old self on the line and temporarily stand in as the Principal. Keke, Young Master Dali is a good man, you will definitely have good fortune."
Are you giving me the good guy card?
Regardless, the New Lanxiang Vocational School had a responsible and good Principal now. Hong Dali was satisfied with the appointment. He snapped his fingers and said, "Come, let's go take a look. Come to think of it, I have not taken a look at the school since construction started."
It was a procession with a group of people, a few cars, followed by Big Turtle the Black Tortoise and ending with more than a hundred security officers. They made for quite a majestic sight on the way, much like a Head of State surveying his country. Soon, they reached the location of the school.
Hong Weiguo found a rather good location for the New Lanxiang Vocational School that Hong Dali wanted to build. It had the outer area of Tianjing Mountain at its rear and covered a land area of tens of thousands square meters. The workers worked fervently and had already completed a few of the main buildings. The place was growing in size. The outer circumference was made of a very long wall, with canteens and dormitories further in.
To be honest, Hong Dali's father had been more than generous. This school was about as grand as Tianjing College where Hong Dali was currently studying. However, Hong Dali still felt that it was not enough.
It was his own land, after all, why should he not build it as majestic as he wanted?
Hong Dali stretched out his hand and touched his chin. He asked Ling Xiaoyi, "Xiaoyi, how much have we spent on this school to date?"
Ling Xiaoyi replied, "Young Master, we have only got the foundations and the basic structures of the various buildings ready. It's just the teaching building that's progressing quicker than the rest. To date, we have spent about four million yuan. We spent around 800,000 on the surrounding wall and have not actually started on the rest yet.
In actual fact, the most expensive things in building construction were firstly the land, and secondly the interior. The building itself was not that costly.
If it were a normal person, the most important thing would be to conserve capital. Hong Dali, however, possessed the Great Prodigal System, and saving on capital was the last thing he wanted to do. He still had a Main Mission to complete. If he failed, it would mean ten points off his sexual capability. That would be terrible. Heaven knew if it would still increase after it got taken off. Hong Dali shook his head decisively and said, "Not enough, it's still not enough!"
Tang Muxin, who still had the kitten in her arms, asked curiously, "Err. Dali, what is still not enough? This place is already not bad. Our Tianjing College is only about this size, this is still not enough?"
Hong Dali continued shaking his head. "Not enough, it's still not enough! This is our own school. How can it only be of this size? Xiaoyi, ask everyone to stop work first, we need to rebuild. Right, bring me the building plans as well, I need to take a good look at them."
Upon hearing what Hong Dali said, Teacher Wang twisted his body and asked in a trembling voice, "Young Master Dali, Don't tell me you intend to demolish and rebuild the entire school? That would waste a lot of money…"
Hong Dali scratched his head and said, "Yes. If I want to do it, it must be the best. I've even got the advertisement slogan for New Lanxiang ready. Learning how to flirt… Ah no. Learning technical skills, come to New Lanxiang. Eight thousand stainless steel beds, three thousand skilled female juniors!"
Teacher Wang was so shocked by Hong Dali's words that he fell on the floor on his bottom. He said dejectedly, "This is your slogan for the technical school? It's hopeless, hopeless!"
Hrm, eight thousand stainless steel beds, three thousand skilled female juniors…
That did sound rather improper…
Teacher Wang was a frugal man. He pointed at Hong Dali and shouted angrily, "What do you think you are doing, aren't you being a prodigal son now?" Then he pounded the floor and cried out, "I must have been out of my mind. How could I have thought of approaching a prodigal son like you… You have never wanted to set up a proper school from the very start. All you want to do is waste some money since you have way too much of it!"
It was understandable that he would behave as such. Almost five million had been spent on the school so far, and Hong Dali was going to abandon it on a whim. No one would be able to take it. It was especially hard for Teacher Wang as he was of an older, more conservative generation. He was an intellectual, and the greatest amount of money he had ever seen was probably less than tens of thousands. He was probably in relatively good health if Hong Dali's flagrant disregard for millions of dollars did not give him a heart attack.
Hong Dali did not get angry. He said passionately, "Teacher Wang, look, I'm sincere about setting up a school so that the children who come from afar have a good place to learn. I have already decreed that they will have free food and lodgings, as well as fees. I will even help them find jobs in the future. This school has to be well planned! Appearances, correct? Don't worry yourself over this."
Hong Dali said this sincerely. Teacher Wang looked up at him while seated on the ground. "You will really do that? You are not setting up a school just so you can burn more money?"
Hong Dali nodded vigorously. "Of course. I might be a prodigal son, but I'm still a reliable person."
Teacher Wang glanced at Big Turtle standing behind the group. Finally, he rose slowly to a standing position and said to Hong Dali, "Don't lie to me. If the kids' future is ruined because of you…" His face and voice grew agitated as he said this. "I will haunt you even if I become a ghost!"
Damn, I had no idea you were versed in the mystic arts.
As they were talking, Ling Xiaoyi came over with an engineer in tow. The engineer had a safety hat on and was in his forties. He recognized that the man before him as Young Master Hong Dali and immediately asked subserviently, "Young Master Dali, you are looking for me?"
Hong Dali chuckled. "Yes, right. This, this school of ours, exactly how big is it? Are there any building plans? Quick, let me see them."
"Building plans? Yes!" As an engineer, building a building without building plans was like eating rice without a bowl. He quickly took out the plans and found a place to spread them out. "This school of ours takes up a huge land area and has a strong surrounding wall. There's one dormitory block now. With four people to a room, it can house five hundred people. There's one teaching block that can hold one thousand six hundred students and one hall that can take up to one thousand students during student meetings with no problems.
"One student dormitory, two stories high. It will be able to feed two thousand people at a time without any issues. Rubberized track and field that's four hundred by three hundred. It's definitely spacious. Four basketball courts and an outdoor swimming pool—the pool is six hundred square meters. You can swim in it in summer, and in winter it can be an ice skating rink…"
To be honest, a school of such a scale would be an elite establishment no matter where it was built. It would definitely be more than enough to be used as a high school. That, however, would depend on who you were talking to. To some, this school was already lavish beyond imagination.
In Hong Dali's eyes, however, it was not lavish enough.
"Yes, not enough. It's still not enough!" Hong Dali rubbed his chin and looked around. This was the plains leading towards the outer area of Tianjing Mountain. There was nothing but emptiness all around. He thought about it and climbed onto Big Turtle's back. He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked around. Then, he took another look and started chuckling. This laugh of his became increasingly strange. The more he laughed, the more it made one feel goosebumps rising all over.
He continued laughing while everyone below almost collapsed from shock. He finally came down and, when he spoke, everyone was stunned. "I suddenly have a great idea. Haha! Throw away all these building plans. Yes, stop the work for the time being. Wait for me to get new building plans."
The engineer was thoroughly stunned. "This… The foundations we spent five or so million building, we are just going to abandon it?"
"Yes, no need to hurry, just leave it there. I will send some professionals over to deal with it." As he spoke, Hong Dali tapped on the communication watch on his wrist. It was a gift from Lin Chuyin, the super technological geek. "Chuyin, hello, is there any sound? Can you hear me?"
Lin Chuyin's voice came in over the watch. "Oh, yes. Is anything the matter?"
"Hmm, yes." Hong Dali grinned while speaking into his watch. "I intend to build a high-end sci-fi town. Are you free now? Can you come here? Oh right, remember to bring your notebook. We'll go all out this time!"
Hehe, now that the System has been upgraded, there are lots of things I can spend on. We might as well create a big sci-fi town. Wahahaha! That will be satisfying!
"Oh. Okay. Ten minutes." Lin Chuyin terminated communications.
Tang Muxin stomped her feet. "Dali, have you gone crazy?! Sci-fi town? School?! You want to build a sci-fi town in New Lanxiang Vocational School? How much will that cost? This is a non-profit school!"
"I know. So what?" Dali asked, questioningly.
This time, everyone was stunned. Really stunned.
Sci-fi town, with Lin Chuyin, the technological geek's aid in planning, this… without a few hundred million, it was unlikely that this would even be doable. Things were getting serious!
It was just as well Tang Muxin was well aware that there was no one on earth currently who could stop Hong Dali from trying to bankrupt his family. She didn't bother asking him and just secretly pulled Ling Xiaoyi over, asking, "Big Sister Xiaoyi, this sci-fi town that Dali wants to build, what kind of returns do you think it will have? It's not a small sum—hundreds of millions in all—and that might not cover it. If there is no profit to be had at all, then…"
This time, Xiaoyi really did not know how to calculate the cost. A sci-fi town was not a small project. She also had no idea what scale Hong Dali wanted it on. In the end, the two of them—three actually, including Li Nianwei—thought for a good while and concluded that they had better wait for Lin Chuyin to arrive before deciding on anything. From the looks of things, it would all depend on how generous Lin Chuyin was.
Soon, the low hum of a motor was heard. Lin Chuyin, with sky-blue colored hair tied in two ponytails, alighted nonchalantly from the car. She went to Hong Dali's side and said, "I'm here. The sci-fi town that you were talking about, what is it?"


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


The receptionist of the Beryth Guild of Adventurers is a little startled when two little hands suddenly land on her counter.

"Good morning, Mrs. Chris, I've come to sell all the herbs I picked today."

She thinks she knows who this cute little voice belongs to, but to be sure, the woman, who is nearly forty, leans over her desk.

In front of her, as she suspected, she then has the pleasure of meeting two big green eyes full of life that seem to smile at her. 

Glad to see that by fortunately, this so pretty little girl is still whole, the receptionist can't help but reach out her hand, to caress her adorable little blond head.

"So, tell me, Lily, what good did you find today?"

The six-year-old opens her mouth, but before she answers, she has to concentrate on remembering the names of the plants that are safely inside her little linen satchel.

"Uh, blueberries, viventia, life mushrooms, wheat and corn."

Wheat and corn? Was this child has she been picking it up them from a farmer's field?

The amused receptionist holds back her laughter so as not to offend the little girl who, every day, goes to a lot of trouble for one or two copper coins.

"You've worked hard my dear, but I'm sorry, I can only take your viventiane and your life mushrooms. As for the blueberries, make a wreath out of them and put it in your hair. As for the corn and wheat, go see a baker, maybe he'll be interested."

Her words barely came out of her mouth when the receptionist is already regretting it. No doubt this street child will run to the nearest bakery to sell her few strands of cereal.

"Thank you for the information, Mrs. Chris, here's all I have."

Like every day, the recipe for this full day's harvest is meagre and it takes only a moment to examine the four plants before his eyes and estimate the purchase price.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I won't be able to give more than one copper coin to reward you for your efforts. But, Lily, don't you really want to come and sleep at my house for at least one night. Look at your face full of dirt. If you come over, I can help you wash up."

The child's disappointed little face breaks the receptionist's heart, yet the guild leader is very strict about the rules and she knows that if she gave more money to help this little blond angel and her boss found out, he'd ban the guild from letting this little girl in. 

Unable to help her in this way, the woman is worried about the child and often offers the adorable little girl a place to stay. But it is in vain, the stubborn child always refuses her invitation under the pretext that she takes perfect care of herself.

"1 copper coin here and maybe as much at the baker's is not so bad. Thank you, Mrs. Chris."

…

Lily watches with a little bitterness her few sprigs of cereal that the baker's wife didn't want. Worse than that, the mean fat lady yelled at her in front of all the customers.

Ashamed in front of all the people laughing at her, Lily could only look down as she listened to the baker's wife claim that if she didn't leave her store immediately, she would contaminate her products with her fleas and her diseases.

This is not the first time people have rejected her or been mean to her. These kinds of gratuitous humiliations are common for the sad little girl who walks up main street. However, although it happens almost daily, Lily cannot get used to it.

She is still a little girl and yet, since her mother went to sleep and never woke up again, the little girl has understood that in the kingdom of Koron, people systematically reject the poor.

A little bitter after this unfortunate experience, Lily, who decides to take the road to her house, did not notice that a man wearing a long luxurious coat was following her since she left the bakery.

…

It is very rare for Jonas to visit the city of Beryth in person. Not considering it necessary to waste his time pacing the streets of this small southern city.

Preferring to devote himself to his work, he usually entrusts the list of products he needs to one of his employer's servants.

However, although he doesn't know himself why, today he has decided to take his horse to ride the few miles that separate his laboratory from Beryth.

Taking advantage of being in town, he walked around for an hour, but little interested in what he saw, he went toward the only place he was interested in.

In this essentially manly den, Jonah looked out of curiosity at the various missions posted on the wooden panels.

The noisy atmosphere pleased him only moderately, and he was getting ready to head towards the counter when a little girl entered and made him stop his steps.

…

This part of town smells so bad that Jonas puts his handkerchief over his nose. In the narrow alleys surrounded by dilapidated houses, the man dressed in beautiful clothes watches the sneaky looking men getting drunk in every corner. 

How dare parents raise their children in this place full of bandits? Jonah shakes his head. He definitely does not understand what some people think.

Seeing the little girl open the completely rotten door of a house that threatens to collapse at any moment, he rushes forward.

…

"It's always so dark in my house. (Light friend)"

Lily waved her hand to the little white sphere floating above her head. She know what magic is, but she doesn't understand how it works.

There was a time, however, when she didn't know it existed and it was then that she discovered by chance that she could do strange things. 

Candles are too expensive for her, Lily who was always locked in her hiding place where she kept bumping her feet here and there and in which she often fell down the stairs, one night she thought :

"If I had light, it would still be a little more practical."

It was precisely at that moment that the ball of light appeared for the first time.

Lily was happy. She talked to it all evening and fell asleep with a smile on her face with her new friend who brought her some comfort.

However, the very next day, Lily realized that her friend was a little awkward. The little ball of light followed her like a puppy follows its mother dog.

"Go away! Get out of here! Fi fi fi! ..."

Nothing worked. The stubborn light followed her for more than three days, and not wanting strangers to kidnap her friend, Lily remained locked in her house all that time.

"Slander is not bad... against hypocrisy."
Alphonse Allais

In the next morning, after a good night sleep and a good proper lunch. Osira along with Commander Alia made her way down to the mines, because she was told about an amazing Blacksmith here who can forge a proper dependable sword under a day.

She has it hard to believe, especially when Commander Alia added that he can enchant weaponry with "Magic" as well. However after, she explained that the word Magic is just a coat to explain high intelligence easier.

As for Osira, if she gets experience from a man carrying such skill it will no doubt grant a lot of advantages for her Tribe. She has to see more about this or in other terms "borrow" the wisdom. The Town of Lan Zhe is still fond of sharing knowledge with the King's allies regardless of the recent events.

In the process of spiraling down the mine, Osira managed to see Eric dip in lava for the first time. "They weren't joking were they?"

Osira asked the kind lady along her side (Commander Alia), to what she replied with. "Most of what we say here aren't jokes, unless you are talking to Mogranius." She warned.

"He still has a lot of wisdom to share though." Osira stuck to complimenting Alia' lover.

"He does, but at the same time he is more puzzling than a teenage girl." She joked around, finishing the sentence with a giggle but forgetting one main fact here.

"So you think I am puzzling?" She forgot that Osira is a teenage girl as well, oh at least she can recover from this improper wordplay.

"I still have it hard to accept that you are a teenager, your words and body show maturity." Well at least she recovered from her own wordplay with a little compliment, quoting Osira's early glow up.

"I've got a hell load of comments like that from perverts." Osira shared her past burden and added. "It feels nice to be appreciated by a lady who doesn't have impure intentions though."

"Haven't you got enough appreciation from Ada yet?" Commander Alia asked with a giggle, Ada wasn't the easiest to understand throughout the month long travel. Her liking and paired intentions with her liking is tremendously unusual.

"Oh she is the sweetest complimentor yet, best of all she too doesn't have impure intentions." It is odd how Osira gets along with Ada at such a pace, considering that both technically "like" Eric the Electus. But what works, works.

"I don't think she understands how lust works for the moment, she just likes butts for some reason." Alia answered confused, as said before Ada has the most weird combination of thoughts.

With girl talk going back and forth between the two ladies, they've finally reached down the mine for approximately half an hour. Walking down this spiral sure takes time considering the Volcano being half a mile wide!!

"This Osira, is our Town's legendary Blacksmith." Commander Alia introduced, with her hand pointing towards his direction once they passed the entrance a couple meters ago.

"Wow... he has so much muscles." Realising what she just said, she just shook her head and cleared her throat. Luckily he didn't understand anything, she asked. "How do I say hi?"

Luckily they have a translator in the room otherwise they would have no sense of communication but banging on the Iron. "Say "Lat, Fi Osira Nardone." Commander Alia was quick to explain, and opened up the first firm of communication between these two fine Blacksmiths.

"Lat, Fi Osira Nardone." She was quick to speak and reached out her hand.

The Blacksmith reached for her hand, and gave out a soft greet. However the rough skin caused due to the fact that he holds a hammer throughout most of the day, it left light white marks on her when he pulled his hand away.

This little painless scratch, reminded Osira of her father. This is how his hand felt when her hand was held throughout the domain during various tasks. Like shopping or pulling Osira a bit away from the scorching hot forge.

Although this hurt her heart a bit, she just kept a smile and felt a lot better when the Blacksmith mixed both languages trying to communicate. "Hi, Fi Katapa."

"You didn't tell me he speaks our language." Osira felt shocked by the 6 foot tall Blacksmith but at the same time heart warmed.

"He doesn't, he just could have caught up with the conversation." She explained, complimenting the Blackmisth's capacity even though he doesn't understand anything.

After the little introduction, Commander Alia started the topic with Katapa at his own Calidum Lutum language to give out every detail with exact clarity. "Qet ke xo Geteripar vatam, lu hopik Ertekal varam Usepikeq vast me gmu tetetekat."

This specifically translates too. "She is a Blacksmith too, and would love to learn more with your aid." A complex language I'm aware, but they had no contact with the world for thousands of years.

Katapa just grunted in agreement and waved for her to follow, now to avoid confusion the sentences will be translated for your proper understanding. "To succeed, you need to be quick with the Hammering. The Iron won't wait for you all day with this heat around." Katapa explained the first part, basic but highly important.

After the translation, Osira glanced at this technique with curiosity but at the same time was aware of the fact. For an Ignite, "It is easier said than done." She gave out a little complaint and Commander Alia translated shortly after.

"Watch." He spoke gently and before Alia could translate he started pounding on the iron he got a hold of with his tongs.

The speed, amazing. He is pounding on the Iron with three beats per a count(second). He isn't keeping the Hammer a few inches away from the hot iron either, no it stretches three feet above his head.

It feels like he is breaking speed and gravity. This just proves that he is made for this craft, look at the speed and precision. He isn't even pounding randomly, because after the iron is slightly bent to his will he moves on to the nearby surfaces and evens out that part as well.

Short said, he has full control of how the Iron is being shaped and has full control over the speed he has on his thick arms. Osira is right, he is very muscular. Come to think of it they are comparable with the one "Er Atnopes" has a.k.a the Beast. 

"Try." He added as he handed her the hammer and held on the hot iron himself with the tongs so Osira doesn't have too. It will at least give ease on the process since she just has to focus on pounding the iron.

Grabbing the hammer, at the first outburst she managed to bring in 5 hits in 3 counts! Good progress, but it nearly isn't enough to form a sword in a day. Especially since after a few swings she got a tad tired and her breath intake and out take spiraled a bit out of control but nothing to cause damage to her well being.

"She is good." Katapa complimented, he expected less since he was told about the limited Ignite physical capabilities. "But she has to manage her strength properly." He added after lifting his tongs up along with hot iron.

Jokingly adding after, "We're not trying to make curved swords." She has bent the Iron tremendously rough, it is almost folded like a book. The people here under valued Ignite physical strength so much that he thought she wouldn't be able to swing the hammer more than ten times.

Afterwards they all broke in to a little giggle, Commander Alia tapped Osira's back and added. "Just hold on girl, we can't handle your strength here." Of course it was just a way to boost her self esteem.

Katapa even started crackling his knuckles, and trying to fight away the numbness as well. Holding the Iron straight sure took some effort even for him. 

"This explains how he can make a sword in a day." Osira spoke towards Alia, in a way admiring this vast skill and feeling that her decision to come here is worth the time. Who else could teach such knowledge?

"Uh well I should leave you alone with the fellow Blacksmith here and check on everyone else." Well more specifically she just wanted to hit the training room, there isn't a better time than now.

With a little blush, she unleashed a loud whisper. "No!" And afterwards added, "I wouldn't be able to understand a thing, I need you here."

"Alright alright! How long will you be here?" She had to ask such a question, because for Osira this warm place is heaven.

"Enough to pick up a few tips, I promise I won't keep you here all day." Quite frankly she felt shy towards the Blacksmith a tad bit. She isn't crushing on him not to get confused, but the complete lack of communication can get embarrassing.

"Alright alright. I'm supposed to train with Dilli soon, she wants to learn defensive moves." Alia replied with a little complaining tone, asking. "What do you want to learn next?"

"Last night Eric mentioned that his father has an enchanted sword, it causes Earthquakes!" Osira planted the seeds of what she us urging to learn, and finally asked. "Can you tell him to show me? Magical enchanting isn't exactly common."

Eric's hands dug in a Black Wolf's chest for the sake of self defense, a Fireball howled from his palms after out of pure fear, splitting the Wolf in half! That's where his Destiny began!

Fire? Ice? What's one magic when Eric as the Electus can use all 8? At the end of the day, what is magic? Is it really magic? Do Demons have anything to do with this?

Continent of Ignis! Going through racial cleansing, land wars, an economical collapse too! But it's still nothing compared to the "Peaceful" Demons who want Ignis and the rest of the 13 Continents gone, tearing their way through everything to achieve their goal!

Eric, is the only being powerful enough to put an end to this madness!






My goals:
-I'm gathering the guts and nerves to write 150k+ words a month which is equivalent to 100 Chapters or 2 Volumes, best part is that I'm succeeding! Please give me motivation with a Power Stone!
-This book series will stretch over 40 Volumes(2,500+ Chapters), that's the minimum guarantee from me as the Author.
-I can't predict with 100% accuracy from now but my goal is to reach 100 Volumes (5,000+ Chapters) with this series, and considering how many ideas I've already written down there is a 70% possibility of reaching this goal or go beyond it. Not to mention anything slightly less than the goal, the possibilities just rise!




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<I'm not ready for that.> Yuri was a mess, it was 9 o'clock and he still didn't know what to wear to go out. After thinking hard he decided for a simple outfit, jeans, a blue shirt and sneakers, after all he would only buy food, this situation does not ask for special clothes. <But a date with Victor asks.> Yuri thought looking at himself in the mirror and deciding to go with the clothes he was wearing. <If I start thinking of it as a date, after pichiti told me yesterday, I can't even get out the front door.> Thanks to pichiti his night had been bleak (many dreams of Victor-sex-god-nikiforov seducing yuri and then rejecting him because he found his omega mate) had left yuri a mix between excited and nervous for the day.

At 9:50 yuri took out his cell phone, his id and the room keys and went down to wait for Victor outside. When he left the dormitory building he saw Victor sitting under a tree waiting for him, seeing yuri, Victor waved and stood walking towards him. <He looks prettier than usual and I'm not prepared for it mentally, should I have rehearsed a few flirts?> Victor was wearing simple clothes, as yuri wore a shirt, jeans and sneakers.

"Good morning yuri," Victor said, smiling as he got close enough to yuri "how are you today?"

"Good morning Victor, I'm fi..." at that moment yuri was thrown to the ground by a very heavy animal that was attacking him with licks.

"Maka noooo" Victor said to the animal on Yuri "STOP it now." maka ignored him and continued licking yuri fiercely.

"ohh calm down girl, calmvdown" said yuri gently pushing the animal aside and petting it "good girl."

Maka calmed down with yuri's soothing and stood quietly waiting by the side while Victor helped yuri get up.

"Sorry yuri" he said raising yuri and dusting his clothes (excuses to touch yuri cof cof) "because we are buying food I thought about taking makachin with me to buy some things for her, usually she behaves better."

"No problem" said yuri laughing when makachin stuck her nose in hislegs demanding attention "she is a very beautiful dog."

"Actually, she's not a dog," Victor explained, feeling a little jealous of the attention yuri was giving to maka. "She's a winged-wolf guardian spirit, they're quite rare and hard to conquer, but they're fiercely loyal. Usually maka does not easily approach strangers."

"Winged?" Yuri said looking closely at makka. She was beautiful, five feet tall, and her fur it was a gradient blend that went from shades of brown to copper, with three small horns positioned one after the other between her muzzle and forehead, and her fur was thick and incredibly fluffy. But no wings.

Before Victor could answer makka showed her wings to yuri, they were larger than maka, and were the same color as his fur with a few shades of gold. She was truly magnificent. Enchanted Yuri began to caress herfeathers.

"As you can see she can hide her wings," Victor said, looking at Yuri strangely. "Are you sure you didn't spell my maka? She doesn't trust strangers that easily, and she really dont show her wings for others that easily."

"Yes Victor, I bewitched your spirit, which I didn't even know you had, in the moment she threw me to the ground" said yuri rolling his eyes and laughing "don't be jealous Victor, I'm sure she likes you yet, right maka?" hearing yuri's question maka answered barking and both laughed.

"Besides, she stole my first kiss" continued yuri pretending to be angry "what if I can't marry anymore? She has to take responsibility." Yuri joked and laughed a little until he really realized what he'd said to Victor. <Please somebody kill me now.> After a short silent moment when yuri was dying of embarrassment and avoiding Victor's eyes while playing with maka, Victor began to move closer to yuri.

"Well," he said as he came close to yuri. "Maka didn't know, she really loves everybody and it will be a little difficult to make her compesate you." He stopped beside yuri, took his arm, pulled him up and hugged him against his body. Then he lifted his chin making yuri look into his eyes "But I would be more than happy to take responsibility. After all, 'I'm her owner"  Victor completed with a smile that promised things that yuri could not fully understand.

Yuri's mind was blank, for he only  both of then existed at that moment, he heard nothing but Victor, felt nothing but the touch of his body and their hearts beating, he was getting drunk from Victor at that moment. When a heat followed by a very strong impulse to kiss Victor appeared in yuri that was gradually overcoming the paralytic state in which he was. Yuri looked at Victor's mouth that was in a mysterious smile full of secrets and when Victor began to close the distance between the two, yuri licked his mouth unconsciously and closed his eyes.

this story have YAOI content]

Yuuri Katsuki lives in a world where mythological beings are real and live with each other daily. In this world your family occupies a position of power as they are descended from the god of creation Heverest. Because of this, yuuri's father has high expectations in his son, which are not achieved due to the yuuri's personality and his birth as a beta. For his father, the only chance for Yuuri to make any contribution to the family would be through marriage to another powerful family, but fate seems to have other plans for its future.

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[mythology][supernatural][a/b/o]

Note: I'm writing this for fun, or I should say to improve my writing skills. Please give some constructive feedback about grammar and sentence structure.
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What Ting found was that Klien's Institution researches how to prolong human life. Ting wondered if they were successful since somebody wants their research data.

Anyways, Ting would find out if they were successful because he would be the one that steals the data away. That is if he could understand the data; if he couldn't make any sense of it then it would just be scraps of paper. 

Ting didn't need to know that, all he needed to do want a couple of things.

Firstly, he needed to find a method to infiltrate them and locate where their data is stored. There was a saying no matter what you did, once you use the internet, the internet will always have a profile of you. Of course, this could be completely false and was just a speculation. It would be better if you had never used the internet before, because of all the information being tracked.

Secondly, he needed to make a copy of the data he finds and once he makes the copy, he will then attempt to erase all their information.

Ting also remembered that the assignment also gave a few pointers. Taking a few moments to read them over again. The few points indicated that their information is stored into a secure server located off-site. Meaning it is not located at their research facility but somewhere else.

Thinking of this he went on google and opened up a google maps of the building that housed the servers.

He found that it was a small data center, about the size of a small school. It was most likely to maximize security as they would need fewer people to guard it. If you had a lot of space then you need more guards to cover the entire building.

Ting had started to research his opponent, or in this case the victim. To decrease the chances of him getting caught he needed to know his opponent like it was their own child.

What surprised Ting was that he found that he had no way to infiltrate in because the data is shipped there.

This meant for Ting to complete his assignment he was forced to go in person. Ting felt like 2000USD wasn't enough.

Ting remembered that there was a way to complain and request for more money. Even though Ting didn't really want to be all that picky. It was definitely not worth the 2000USD.

He went back to the assignment and clicked on file a complaint. He complained that the value of the assignment was not worth it. He sighed, Ting would drop this assignment if they didn't increase their price. Ting would try to attempt to break in. But, he needed to prepare for that if he tried.

Ting sent the complaint and started work on his new mobile game. Since he didn't want to break into the institution, instead of idling around he would start programming his game. There were System Credits to be made!

...

Meanwhile, at the Institution of Human Biology, the person who created the task was actually the president of the institution.

His name was Bruce Fi, he was actually a foreigner who immigrated here due to work.

He was invited to be one of the directors of the institution, but he quickly made it up the rankings and instead found himself manning the institution.

He sent the assignment because he heard from a few people who were working at Klein's Institution that they had good results in their research.

Bruce Fi, obviously knew Chinese otherwise how could he climb the rankings very fast? Of course, he had the skill set to back it up.

After he heard that Klein's Institution had some good research results he immediately became worried.

The institution is working at also did something similar. They researched human cells and the body.

He wanted to have great achievements during his reign. For him to rise up the positions he obviously couldn't be that clean.

He made some dirty deals and used underhanded means for his achievements. He was Chinese but was born in Canada.

Not all people are nice as they seem, they may have this dark side to them as they lie in wait to gobble you up.

Many people in managing positions are clean people, but, there are just a few of those people who used underhanded means to rise in the ranks, by stealing other people's achievements or sabotaging his colleagues.

This kind of person shouldn't be able to live in the world, but, too bad... they will exist everywhere.

Nothing could be done to them, it was normal for there to be bad apples.

Becoming worried and jealous he wanted to steal the data and then afterwards use that data to do research and present their new information.

This was one of the ways he could get away with it.

Knowing this he sent an assignment for it on HackersNetwork. He gave a reward of 2000USD and thought it was enough.

Sitting in a black chair in his office at the Institution,  he was relaxing around. He didn't need to do much as all he needed to do was to sign papers and supervise the research.

He received an email from HackersNetwork and thought that the assignment was completed.

But, reading the email he saw that instead of completed he received a complaint.

Reading what the complaint was about he found that it was actually harder than he expected.

He didn't think that Klein's Institution would be so hard to hack into. He quickly typed up if the hacker was able to do it for more money.

Of course, Bruce Fi didn't know who the hacker was as they were anonymous. The hackers will never reveal their legal name. 

That would be tantamount to suicide or inviting cops through your front door.

...

This all happened after Ting sent the complaint, it hasn't even been an hour before he received a reply back.

He quickly switched windows and found himself back on HackersNetwork. He quickly read the email and thought to himself. "If I were to say yes, that I could retrieve the research data, then I would need to see if there are courses for something like a ninja."

Ting wasn't sure if he could find a course like that. If it was possible then wouldn't this learning dimension be godly? If he didn't have the learning dimension then if he wanted to learn how to "rob" or infiltrate something stealth-fully then wouldn't he need to gain experience from actually trying it out.

There was no way to determine if he would be caught the first time he tried it. This was one of the pros of his learning dimension, even if he got caught in the learning dimension then he could just start over again.

In the learning dimension, he was just getting more experienced after every failed attempt. 

In the real world, he would be sent to jail, no questions asked. He wasn't willing to do this in the real world, he was impressed by the people who don't have this learning dimension being able to get experienced at it.

Besides the fact that most of these people get caught, it's still impressive that they are able to do what they do. (Author: Don't steal things, it's not worth it!)

Ting quickly thought for a while after finally coming up with a reply, he quickly tapped away on the keyboard.

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[System initializing...]

[System has been initialized. Analyzing User’s interests…]

[Analysis complete…]

[Welcome to the Hacker System!]

...

Ting Wo, 19 year old second year at The University Of Everlasting Dreams for Computer Science is expelled. 

His Dad died when he was only three in a car accident. Left with only his mom and him. Trying to survive in modern society.

Having gotten expelled from university, he goes to a bar and gotten drunk and fell down a flight of stairs. A voice sounds in his head. 

“Welcome to The Hacker System!” 

Join Ting Wo as he try’s to change his life once and for all and begin on his way to become the number one Hacker in the world.

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