Edited by Aelryinth
The next day, Zhang Che rushed to Bei Du Airport early in the morning and set off in Dijiang-hao once more. He brought the elemental queen with him.
This left both Huang Tielan and the elemental queen dejected.
Miss Tienan lost a great assistant. She would have to go through complicated steps using the machines to refine some ingredients when concocting cultivation fluids from now on. She couldn't help but feel regret again. It would have been great if she had gone with Zhang Che's suggestion and kept the elemental queen at her side.
On the other hand, the elemental queen was sad that she could no longer watch television. She came to understand that human technology were unusable after entering the beast worlds. Even though she still had her personal terminal with her, it became something akin to a monk's comb; useless!
Of course, she knew that her master was in urgent need of raising his strength, and they'd be staying in the beast worlds for a long period of time in the foreseeable future.
This left her in even more pain. Without television to watch, the elemental queen felt like her life had turned dull gray.
Zhang Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry after understanding this. She was simply like a young internet-addicted girl, the kind who was deeply poisoned!
"Don't worry. When your master advances to high-tier beastmaster, we'll surely return and rest for a good period of time. You can watch all you want at that time," Zhang Che promised the elemental queen.
Of course, even if he didn't make such a promise, as a pet that was fully under his control, the elemental queen would execute all his orders unconditionally, even if he told her to kill herself.
However, she was a pet with human intelligence, after all. He still had to take care of her feelings.
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Dijiang-hao took off from Bei Du Airport, speeding off to the south.
It was worth mentioning that the Hua Xia Airline Company's business was developing rapidly.
At Bei Du Airport, Zhang Che saw three four-man sky shuttles, their models similar to Dijiang-hao. He could see that the materials used to build their bodies weren't as luxurious, however, only mixing in a small amount of purple-gold crystal and other rare minerals.
"That's normal. There aren't many who are rich and willing to spend like me," Zhang Che sighed contentedly, feeling like the other plane owners were all paupers, and he was the richest.
Strictly speaking, in terms of personal wealth, there might not be anyone in this world who was richer than Zhang Che.
Of course, the legendary high-tier beastmasters with divine-quality subdued beast might be able to rival Zhang Che's wealth, or even surpass him.
After all, a divine-quality subdued beast alone was an invaluable treasure. It couldn't be bought no matter how much wealth one had.
However, there shouldn't be many beastmasters of such caliber. Across all of Mercury, there shouldn't be more than a hundred beastmasters with divine-quality subdued beasts.
-I wonder when will I have a divine-quality subdued beast of my own...!- Zhang Che fantasized.
Although the Umbra Wind God Leopard had the potential to mature into a nine-star super divine-quality beast, he was only at five-star dark gold-quality at the moment. Heavens knew how long it would take for him to fully mature into his final form...
It would probably be impossible to grow to that stage without a few years' time just by relying on absorbing the rainbow crystal's energy. He wouldn't be able to make it before the next beast swarm. That was, unless Zhang Che could hunt large amounts of high-tier high-quality dark or wind-attributed exotic beasts to feed the Umbra Wind God Leopard.
Even so, such matters depended entirely on luck. Although Zhang Che knew that his luck had always been very good, it was impossible to be good to that extent!
While in Dijiang-hao, Zhang Che began looking fantasizing about the future, while the elemental queen used whatever time she had left to watch her favorite dramas and movies.
After entering the beast world, she wouldn't get to watch television for a few days at the very least. To someone like her, who had just gotten addicted to television, it was something unbearable.
Zhang Che cast a glance at the elemental queen, thinking to himself, -Perhaps I have to redirect her interests. I wonder if she likes reading?
-If I can use reading materials like novels to redirect her attention, she wouldn't have no entertainment even if we are in the beast worlds…-
The more Zhang Che thought about this, the more he felt this would work.
Regrettably, Zhang Che had never taken a proper look at the novels in this world. He didn't know if the web novel business was as big as it was on Earth.
It was unlikely. It had been decades since the beast worlds invaded Mercury. Humanity was facing a crisis that threatened their survivability. Who in the right mind would go write web novels?
-Could it be that I will have to write down the novels I've read?-
Although Zhang Che's mental strength had improved tremendously, especially since the golden vortex had appeared in his spiritual sea, and leading to his memory greatly improving (among other things), it would be a huge undertaking to reproduce the web novels he had read in his past life.
-It's impossible! I didn't transmigrate with The Great Writer [System]. How can I reproduce the things I've read?-¹
Shaking his head, Zhang Che quickly rejected that idea.
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Night gradually fell. John Black tidied his appearance, showing both excitement and anxiety on his face.
After a period of observation, his good buddy Helicis told him that the lord emissary of the Origin Cult had agreed to assess him. He would become a member of the Origin Cult once he passed the assessment.
From what he had heard, the lord emissary was a powerful high-tier beastmaster. Not only that, he could borrow the divine strength of the Origin God and had once slain a high-tier epic-quality exotic beast by himself.
Also, the Origin Cult would bestow powerful beast cards to their loyal members generously, greatly increasing their strength.
In the past, his good buddy Helicis only had a four-star silver-quality beast card. After passing the assessment and joining the Origin Cult, he was given a four-star dark gold-quality beast card, instantly becoming a few times stronger.
Just as John's imagination was roaming, his buddy Helicis hurried him, urging, "John, are you ready? We have to leave. There are many outer members being assessed tonight. We mustn't be late, or the lord emissary will think you aren't sincere enough towards the Origin God, and not approve you joining the cult."
"Ah, I'm ready, I'm ready. Let's go."
Both John and Helicis were from common households. Although they had become mid-tier beastmasters, due to their talent and their families, they were only at the bottom of the rung among mid-tier beastmasters.
Now that there was a chance to change his fate, John would naturally grab hold of it.
The two left. They first went by car to a chaotic slum in northwest Xinxiang City. Afterwards, under Helisis' guidance, they walked into an alley.
Why would the Origin Cult choose to set up their base in this slum? Although John felt curious and suspicious about it, he didn't think much about it when he thought of how much help the cult gave to its members, as well as his good buddy Helisis' personal experience.
It was likely that the Origin Cult setting their base here reflected their sincerity in helping the poor and the commoner beastmasters.
After all, the powerful beastmasters in the richer areas wouldn't care if the common beastmasters had powerful subdued beasts, or whether they could survive better in the beast worlds.
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After traveling close to half an hour along the complicated alleys, John finally arrived at the Origin Cult's building under Helisis' guidance.
A large number of mid-tier beastmasters were already gathered here. None of them were highly gifted, and all were from poor backgrounds. Everyone was brought here by their respective guides, standing quietly inside a large warehouse, waiting for the arrival of the lord emissary.
Two rows of beastmasters with powerful auras stood solemnly around the warehouse. Although they didn't summon out their respective subdued beasts, John could tell that those people were definitely high-tier beastmasters.
At the appointed time, a large door inside the warehouse suddenly opened. A tall young man shrouded in a layer of mysterious radiance walked out of the door.
Just as the blond young man walked out, people could sense the powerful aura on him, which was several times greater than the two rows of guards.
Not only that, for some unknown reason, John felt a faint impulse to worship this lord emissary when he first saw him.
According to the rumors, the lord emissary had received the teachings of the Origin God and had a trace of the Origin God's powers in him. It was probably one of the reasons he seemed incredibly powerful.
In that instant, John decided to become the most loyal believer of the Origin Cult, no matter if he passed the assessment or not!
He stared at the blond lord emissary, not realizing that his eyes were covered in a layer of strange light. It was exactly this layer of strange light that influenced his mind without him realizing it.
The blond emissary seemed to have noticed John's gaze, sweeping a gaze filled with warmth and a mysterious energy over, settling on him. This left John feeling as if he was fully exposed in front of the lord emissary, with no secrets to speak of.
John was incredibly shocked. -Is this Lord Emissary's true strength? Indeed, it's even stronger than what Helisis had described!
-Looks like I made the right choice. If I can join the Origin Cult and receive high quality beast cards bestowed by Lord Emissary, my life will change completely!-
"I, the messenger of the great Origin God, Giggs Bliss, hereby welcome everyone…"
His gaze swept across everyone present. A blurry, unnoticeable strange energy enveloped everyone. The blond youth's voice seemed to originate from the ancient void, directly ringing from the bottom of everyone's hearts.
For an instant, everyone present had a hint of blurry yet fanatical gaze in their eyes.
At that moment, even if the blond youth told them to go die, most of them would draw their weapons without hesitation and slice them across their own necks.
Giggs Bliss continued speaking. The light in everyone's eyes gradually became more serene...
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Translator's Note
1: A reference to a web novel by author Mu Yi Shao Yi Heng. The title is just something I came up on the fly as there are no translations for the novel available.


The world experienced a cataclysmic change, and countless spatial gateways appeared out of thin air.
Exotic beasts of all shapes and sizes swarmed out of those aforementioned spatial gateways, forcing the humans to face the crucial moment for their survival.
In order to search for a chance at survival, brave warriors from the army and scientific researchers risked their lives and entered the world beyond the spatial gateways. To their surprise, they discovered that there was a chance of obtaining beast cards by killing these exotic beasts in their world.
Those with extraordinary spiritual strength are able to utilize the beast cards, perhaps transforming the cards into the beasts’ combat bodies while they were still alive, or transforming them into weapons or defensive gears, or...
A new occupation came into existence following the changes, known as beastmasters.
A transcender with two souls fused into one found himself in this magnificent new world full of waves, rising step by step as he ascends into the seat of a godly beastmaster.

Dark Moon City,
In an inn, Hendrix was wearing the same black robe with his hood on. Its already been a week and there was still no news from the Silent Killers. He was starting to get anxious. They said they would return after 3 days, but a week has already past.
"I have a bad feeling about this. Should I go and check?"
"Sect master might have been angry with me. Its been a week since I last attended the lecture. I should return to the sect and forget about this."
He made his way towards the sect. While he was walking past the city, he saw two dead bodies near a tree. This was the spot where Davion had killed the two brothers.
He didn't want to pay attention to those bodies, as fighting and killing among cultivators are normal. But when he past by those bodies and saw their robes, he panicked. Even though bodies decay over time, it takes much longer for a cultivator's body to decay. 
So when he saw those faces full of scars, he got shocked. "How could both of them die here? They were both in the middle stage of Qi refining. It looks like they couldn't take a single blow from the opponent."
"Did they try to ambush a wrong person over here? Or did they fall into their enemy hands? Or was it Davion?"
"But that kid is too weak to do so. I should return soon and confirm my guesses."
***
The Bone and Devil Sect,
Infront of the Secret Arts Hall, Davion was carrying the golden badge given by the Sect Master. He came to the elder and showed him the badge.
The elder dropped the book he was reading and looked at that badge. He looked at Davion and said, "Thaddeus is really generous. It looks like he values you very much. You can stay as much as you like inside. But don't take out those manuals outside."
"I understand." Davion nodded and entered the hall.
It was a small cave where there were two shelves kept opposite to each other. Between them, there was a table and a chair. A candle lamp was on the table.
He focused his attention on the two shelves. One of the shelves contained many manuals but the other shelf contained very few. He came to the shelf containing many manuals and saw that they were all about formations. 
"Do I study formations?" Davion pondered.
"In the novels that I used to read in my previous life, the main character would always learn alchemy, formation and weapon forging. He would then impress everyone with his talent, especially beautiful girls. Should I also do the same? It might also help me earn more spirit stones in the future."
"But learning those things require a lot of patience and time."
"Eh!, I have a golden finger. How could I forget about it?"
So he took out one of the manuals from the shelf. It was about the Qi gathering formation. He opened the manual and simply read it from first to last.
After finishing, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the panel. There was no Qi gathering formation over there. He got disappointed and then slapped his head.
"My god!, how could I be so dumb? Formations are not immortal exercises that can be learnt with the panel. They are just arrangement of materials in certain way which can manipulate the Qi of heaven and earth. By manipulating this Qi and materials, you might be able to create a defensive array, attacking array, tracking array or even a Qi gathering array. The main difficulty of formations lies in the refinement of materials."
"So how foolish was I on thinking my panel could help me."
"It looks like learning this would take a very long time and is very boring. It's not my cup of tea."
So he simply ignored these and came to the other shelf. There were only five manuals there.
"Shadow bind", "Dark Hands", "Qi refining Manual", "Dark Domain" and "Golden Core Manual"
"So there are only three spiritual arts. It looks like many arts were lost in the calamity. These arts should be able to get recorded in the panel."
Like previously, he took the Shadow Bind manual from the shelf and read it from top to bottom.
After reading it, he closed his eyes and focused on the panel.
Indeed as he thought, there was Shadow Bind written in red colour on the bottom of the panel.
He smiled, "I should record all these arts now. As for the Qi refining Manual and Golden Core Manual, they are useless for me because I cannot cultivate. So I will just read it once and try to get more knowledge about these states."

Arriving in this brand-new world, Davion found himself in possession of a system which allows him to level up indefinitely unbounded by the limitations of this world. Lets see what happens when our MC's cultivation is like drinking water, easy and simple.

#It is a cultivation novel but not Chinese.#

'Hi I am Marcellus'  
'I already know your name.'  I said indifferently 
'How do you know it though?'  Marcellus looked genuinely surprised. 
Airhead 
'Elijah, sorry Teacher called out your name just a second ago'
'Really? I did not hear it. How about I show you around the school at the break time?' 
'Fine' I said in an uninterested tone. 
The class was over. I did not have any problem following even though I had not attended school for half a year. I had perfect photographic memory and loved studying. While others thought that studies were a curse as they could not enjoy with their friends. For me it was like solace. Though I was always alone but not never lonely when in company of books. I had a special relationship with books however I did not like reading novels. A special hatred was born for novels which was more like a phobia. 
'So let us start the tour' Marcellus said excitedly. 
'let's go.' I was accompanied by Marcellus and our tour started. 
The six-floor building had an auditorium on the ground floor with first year classes. First floor and second floor had third years and second years classes respectively. There was another building for basketball and swimming facilities. Third floor only had our third-year class and a large terrace overlooking an old large cherry blossom tree where boys liked to spent their break.  It was not its time of blossoming otherwise the whole terrace would have been filled with its pink petals. Fourth floor had the dorms for only twenty elite children who came from oversees.  Fifth floor housed the staffs, both teachers and servants of the students. It also contained the principal's office who usually was absent all-round the year
'This is the band room' Marcellus said excitedly. He was quite popular; we were stopped many times on our way for other boys to greet him. Thankfully they completely ignored me rather than acknowledging my presence or passing any kind of snarky comment. 
The band room was near the auditorium. It was a lavish room with expensive instruments. Flutes and piano, golden trumpets and stunning guitars. It had so many instruments that I did not even know the name of 
'Do you know how to play any instrument Aziel?' Marcellus asked swiftly moving in the sea of shining instruments as if looking for something
'No' 
'I know how to play Chinese flute. Winna hear it?' 
Aah… so he was looking for the instrument?
'No' I hated music more than I hated novels. 
Looking at my disgusted face at his proposition. Marcellus let out a small chuckle 
'Fine. Fine'
He somehow looked dejected. 
'This is library area; however, we cannot go after this line.'
We had reached the sixth floor of the building. It was not used for anything.  The paint was scratched and mold grew in some places. There was no light over there and library was inaccessible. The large corridor without light looked like a dark path towards the unknown.  A faint scent of death was lingering that was very familiar to me. The dampness, the rotten smell all was so nostalgic that It gave me chills. I was curious and terrified at the same time. The mixed feelings were unable to discern from one another.
'Why? It does not look that bad. We can at least go and take some books from there?' 
'It is under construction' Marcellus said nonchalantly. 
Liar 
There were no construction materials there.

Aziel , a young albino has lived his life filled with abuse ,neglect and anger . Broken and shattered was his mind into thousand pieces causing him to lose all hope . He gives life a new start by transferring into another high school . The feeling of nostalgia , the warmth in the coldness. New human emotions buried deep within him started springing into life on meeting Marcellus his new desk mate . Just as his old wounds were healing a series of murder of Aziel's bullies led to all the suspicion towards him. Lazarus with whom Aziel had an unusual relationship came to his school offering help in catching the real murderer. However they did not know the demon who roamed in this school's corridors. They were unaware of the danger that lied within .


I do not own the cover . It is from another BL manhwa

Raynare accepted my massage offer without hesitation.


One that she accepted, I placed her face down on the bed and proceeded to undress her. 


She was wearing Grigori's uniform, the one women wear. It's a blue uniform, similar to the one they wear in manga and anime. 


It makes sense, since this is a world of light novels, and also adapted to anime and manga. 


Nephilim's women's uniform consists of the dark blue jacket, common to both boys and girls, skirt of the same colour, white socks and dark slippers. 


What I'm going to do is a leg massage, which is what Raynare needs most. The most essential thing in Baraqiel's training is endurance. According to him, you can lose a fight, but you can survive if you have the stamina to escape. If you don't have the stamina to escape, you're dead.  


To do that, all I have to do is remove the clothes that cover Raynare's legs. In this case, the shoes, socks and the skirt. 


First, shoes and socks. I don't think about it much, and I remove both clothes easily thanks to Raynare's non-interference. What's left of this is a pair of white, delicate, soft feet. 


Now, all that's left is to lift the skirt. 


The only thing covering Raynare's pussy and ass is nothing but black panties. Pretty seductive, if you ask me. 


For now, this is enough. 


The legs, that area of the body we use to get up, to bend down, to walk, to run, etc. They participate in almost all our activities and, although they are extremely resistant, they also get tired.


Even we dragons get tired, what to say about the legs of a fallen angel. 


Even if Raynare has improved a lot these last six months. And when I want to say a lot, I say I'm very surprised by the big improvement in her stats. 


[Status Inspection]


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[Raynare]



Race: Fallen Angel (Four wings) 



Status: Normal



Lv: 10/40

HP: 120/120

MP: 100/100

Strength: 90

Defense: 60

Magic: 110

Agility: 70



Skills: 



[Light-Based Weapons]


[Magic]: [Memory Alteration] 


[Flight]


[Holy Flame] (Sealed???)

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Raynare has virtually doubled many of her statistics in a short six-month period. All this, thanks to Baraqiel-sensei's hellish training. In fact, I dare say she'd be even stronger if she weren't so lazy and tried to skip a lot of the training.


Still, even with this great improvement, I am three times stronger than she is. 

 

Let's go back to the leg massage. 


The legs are kind of like a reservoir of blood. Because most of the time the legs are below the level of our heart, it becomes more difficult for blood to return from the legs to the heart, and this is why we start to feel tired and is also the reason why the feet swell when we walk long distances. 


To reverse this fact, the massage I will be performing will require me to do my upward manoeuvres. This way, the blood will circulate, and I will undo the feeling of load on Raynare's legs.


Even though the leg muscles are very large and full of muscle fibres, there is no need for a very intense massage, to the point of generating pain. This is because a painful stimulus is an increase in tension, and that is not my goal. What I have to do in this case is to increase the intensity of the massage progressively. 


I open a drawer on the bedside table and take out a special cream. This is not the first time I have used this cream, as there is a certain Nekoshou who is addicted to me giving her a weekly, and even daily, massage. 


This is a special cream that Grigori has developed. In fact, its creator is none other than Azazel himself. 


Who knows what the leader of the Fallen Angels was thinking of when he thought of creating a massage cream. 


What exactly does the cream do? 


Nothing special. 


Exactly, it doesn't do anything that any other cream doesn't do. 


Apparently, this is a special cream created from rare materials from Asgard and other mythological lands. Some remarkable materials, or so Azazel has called them, including Ambrosia from the Greek pantheon, Amrita from the Indian pantheon, Eitr from the Nordic pantheon...


I was going to refuse, but a certain Nekoshou was not up to the task. And of course, Azazel wasn't going to give away something created by such precious materials. 


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[3rd person POV]


A few weeks earlier.


Drako was sitting on the roof, practising [Senjutsu] as usual.


Like every time he practised [Senjutsu], he cut off his connection to all his senses, leaving only the energies of nature and himself. 


Practising [Senjutsu] was always a pleasure for Drako, especially since he evolved into [Nephilim Dragon]. 


Now that he was a perfect blend of light and dark, he no longer had to worry about evil energies. 


Before, when Drako was an [Evil Child Dragon], he had the same problem as any other race, except the Youkais, when trying to practice [Senjutsu]. 


What causes madness when practising [Senjutsu] is the union of natural energy and evil energy, so the two energies cannot coexist within the same organism. 


But Drako didn't have that problem anymore. That's because a [Nephilim Dragon] is now a being that shouldn't exist, bringing together two opposing attributes, holy attribute and dark attribute. The natural energies and the evil energies coexist within Drako just as the holy and dark attributes do. 


Normally no one would go up to the roof while Drako is training, as even though he would not mind at all, no one wants to interfere with the dragon's training. 


After so many months with Drako, the obsession he has with training is more than known. It seems that the boy was preparing for a future war, something unthinkable in these times of relative peace.


But today was different. Today someone had shown up on the roof. 


Naturally, Drako felt that presence at the moment he or she step in the roof. In other words, Drako felt the energies that were emanating from that presence. 


Still, Drako did not move from the spot and continued his training. He had already made it clear that he would not stop a [Senjutsu] training unless it was an emergency, and this time was not one of them. 


The presence did not seem to bother him at all, and he just waited patiently for Drako to finish his training. 


After a few hours, Drako exhaled and speak as he opened his eyes. 


"And to think that so much evil could exist within such pure holy energy, Azazel."  


"A member of the strongest race, a dragon, formed by the mixture of two opposing attributes, which should never be able to go together, is not the one that should be surprised, Drako."

I had a useless death because of a goddess. 

I woke up in a forest. Looking like an egg, I had to survive against a lot of fantastic monsters. 

It seemed to be a fantasy forest, and by killing monsters, it went up a level. 

Until I met another dragon and he took me to a certain place in Japan. 

Wait... Isn't this the world of DxD? 

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I don't have the rights to any work that appears in this novel. 

Well, except for my character. 

I don't own the cover either. If the author has any complaints, be free to talk to me and I should remove it. 
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The start of the novel is based on the Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～world. So the world is not entirely made of DxD, it also has this part of the start of the novel. 

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In a dark room, there was a faint yellow glow. A ball of light was brimming with life, there was a little insect at its core, he was trying to find it's way out of this. The light started to stabilize and changes its colour from yellow to green, everything was silent and going perfectly. Then suddenly the green ball of light changes it's colour to black and a burst came.
BANG!
Suddenly the ball burst out with a flow of energy and the insect inside it die instantaneously.
Xun shung puffed out saliva and blood from his mouth, his face was not dejected at all but his condition was pale like paper.
A month has passed, Xun ahung these days is learning gu refining.Its a very hard process not like the one he thought after reading cultivation novels.
Even the first step which was the checking of refinement materials is hard enough to implement.
Due to him being from earth he never really thought this way of constructing something from inanimate materials to a living thing. After the checking of materials, next step is to perform just like it was shown in the recipes because he is not a refinement expert or anything, he just started doing it and these recipes were refined and modified by many previous generations so there is nothing for him to modify or research from it. Then to blend these materials is itself a war as these materials are made up of different dao marks so their will be friction between them and finally the last task is the mental concentration towards refinement. Even after reading refinement procedure in RI several times and understanding the basics of it, which even immortals do not know Xun shung wasn't even able to refine a rank 1 gu.
But he wasn't someone who will admit defeat this easily, after these 10 years of understanding this world and his grand ambition of venerable's throne he will try again and again untill he succeeds.
After this refinement he will now rest for an entire day and cultivate. As refinement takes a toll on soul and mental power he couldn't do this without a day's break and as for his resources, he is reaching at the bottom of his own savings and with clan's resources he will not be able to his best.
He then rests for about 2 hours and then came to the storage room.
He took a shovel and dug the ground with all his might. After reaching around half a meter into the ground he saw a iron box there. He hurriedly picked it up with all his strength as this box was small but very heavy as it contains his parent's savings. There was primeval stones in the box, he took about 100 from it and then placed the box at its place like before. Before killing his parents Xun shung prepared all things and finding about his parents money was one of them. His savings are near depletion because of refining practice and with clan's support he was continuing his cultivation. But he wasn't worried as his parents had around 20000 Primeval stones as savings and from it, Xun shung atleast took around 12000. He didn't took it all as it will raise suspicion towards him, he left those 8000 there to show that there was nothing suspicious and when he will breakthrough to rank 2 all those primeval stones and gu worms will be his property with no complications. Here in his new house he placed many small boxes like this in different places with alteast a thousand primeval stones in them and some boxes have bamboo wine in them which he purchased with the help of gaurds when he wasn't even a gu master.
Xun shung: " and now it's time to buy the materials."
He cultivated till evening and then went for purchasing materials in the market, he was doing this to avoid any attentive gaze towards him as in night it is pretty easy for him to blend in. He bought many different materials like, moon grass, which is used in refining light path gu worms, it is pretty easy to find it in gu yue village. Another one was black marsh soil, it has black in its name only, it's actual colour was green with light brown polka dots. The most in number was boar's tusk and lightning Wolf's eyes as these acts as a catalyst in refinement of most of the rank 1 and rank 2 gus and finally there was star shoot bamboo which is a star and wood path material and used as a stabilizer in the refinement. After he completed his purchase he returned home and started to cultivate. These days, his cultivation time has been cut to half because of refinement but it is beneficial for him, as if he breakthrough to upper stage like his earlier speed then it will raise suspicion of having liquor warm with him and also refinement itself is very important to any gu master, that is why he was projecting all his attention towards refinement.
Refining, cultivating, refining, cultivating...
An year passed and doing only these two tasks Xun shung is now a full-fledged gu master. In these months he breakthrough to rank 2 easily and was near rank 2 middle but he intentionally restricted himself. The elders were suspicious even after he tried to hide everything but then he came with a reply that he breakthrough with the help of primeval stones. As this was a perfect excuse of his exhausting primeval stones due to refinement.
Now he is able to refine rank 1 gu without any difficulty and can also refine rank 2 worms but even now he failes many a times in refining rank 2 as doing two tasks at a time is still very hard for him. This gu worms are not of any new kind so he sold all the rank 1 in the market as it will not increase attention upon him because refining a rank 1 gu is considered a fairly easy task. But all of his rank 2 gu worm, he is planning to sale them to the caravan as their quantity only amounts to 4.
He is also adapt at fighting as well. All those years of martial arts helped him very much and now he is also adapt in using gu worms. All these months will bring him great help in refining rank 2 four wine liquor warm. 
His main goal of learning refining was always the liquor warm, with all the preparation and a liquor warm in his hands he is now waiting for the caravan to come as it will bring him closer to his rank 2 four wine liquor warm.

After reading RI several times, a loner with slight mental problems wishes to be able to transmigrate to the gu world. His wish was granted but was it just an act of granting wish or heaven's ploy? This is a story of arrival of a new demon who wants to ascend to the venerable's throne.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

"I've finally bought my own phone," A chubby young man said while walking down the road.

The young man's name was Michael Wilson.

Michael was your typical youth, playing games, reading novels on the internet, watching anime, getting scolded by his mother, etc.

He just currently turned 18 years old this year and he went to a phone shop to buy his own phone with his self-earned money.
 
Of course, this was not his first phone. 

He had many phones before this. Five to be exact.

Why five you ask? 

That's because he was really, really clumsy at taking care of things. He would always break his phone through unimaginable ways.

Just like the last time when he found his old phone inside the stomach of a 30 feet long anaconda when he just lost it in their backyard.

Michael even nearly fainted after finding out about it. (He has every right to be shocked because the longest anaconda known today is 28 feet long) 

He was 15 at that time.
 
After that, his Mother, Winona Wilson, bought him a new phone, a Samsung Galaxy S7.
   
One day, he found a very interesting game, a game called The Immortals. It was the most popular mobile game at that time, having 4 billion downloads worldwide.

But somehow, he became very infatuated with the game. 

Every day he would play for around 6 hours and after that, he reads Wuxia novels, specifically, only the ones which have a system tag on it.

"Sigh, I really wish I have a system so my life could get so much easier..." Michael said while daydreaming.

Micheal never did really listen to his mother when she says, "Michael, you should be careful of what you wish for because sometimes you don't know who will listen to your own wish...!"

He should've listened to his Mother because it was a very important warning to him when a red truck was suddenly speeding its way towards him. As soon as he heard a loud honking, he turned around and saw the front of the Red Truck and a white light that soon enveloped his entire vision. 

And after that, there was nothing.

.
.
.

In a dense, random forest, you could see a young man between the age of 18-21. He has black hair, dark-coal eyes, pale white skin, and a fairly, chubby body.

It was from Michael.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a bird descended and landed on his face, but this is not just your everyday, ordinary bird. It has 2 heads, four feet, and a rainbow-colored body.

"Cuu run out!"

"He... 5 more minutes mom...!" said the sleepy Michael.

The bird got a tick mark on its 2 heads and...
 
"CUU ROO ROO" it screeched.
  
Michael woke up and complained "What the hell! Can't a man normally sleep around here...!"
 
Michael looked around and found a very strange bird glaring at him...

"U-UWAAH!!! WHAT IN THE NINE PITS OF HELL IS THAT?!" Michael yelled.

His loud voice startled the strange-looking bird and it then flew off to the sky.

Michael stared at the bird's behind for a few seconds before his mind could finally clear up. 

He soon looked around his surroundings and saw a never-ending sea of gigantic trees.

"H-Huh...? Where the hell am I? And how the hell did that tree grew so tall?" He asked himself.

"Wait... Didn't I die when a truck hit me?" He said in confusion.

"It's not the time for that right now, I need to know where I am first," He said.

But first, he needed to search his entire chubby body to see anything that can help. 

As he heard and touched something solid in his pockets, he immediately grabbed it out and saw that it was the phone that he had just bought earlier.

"Huh what is this? is this my brand new phone that I bought earlier?" Michael asked himself.

Ding

"Wuxia Phone Activating...!"

"Greetings Master."

"What the- a talking phone?" Michael said in shock.

Then a realization hit him.

"Is this the famous transmigration in the Wuxia novels I read? Am I in a Wuxia World!?"

"And instead of a system, I have a phone!?" Said, Michael.

Michael calmed down after a while

"So what can you do my little golden finger?" Asked Michael.

"Greetings Master, the Wuxia Phone can give you anything related to Wuxia even some other stuff, like Legendary Weapons, Ancient Cultivation Manuals, Manuals for Techniques Etc, all of them can be bought with Phone Points or PP" The Wuxia Phone explained to him.

Michael drooled for a moment when he heard that, but his rationality returned.

"How can I get Phone Points Then?" Asked the curious Young Man.

"You can get PP by killing living beings, that includes humans too, doing missions given to you by the Wuxia Phone, and lastly selling any usable materials to Shop, like Magic Herbs Steel Weapons, Magical Ingredients Etc" The Wuxia Phone explained to him.

The young man then picked up a small stone and asked: " Then can I sell this to Shop?"

"Yes but it will sell for 1 Phone Points," Said the Wuxia Phone.

"Hahahaha I'm gonna get rich!" Michael laughed.

Michael was just walking down the road that day when a Red truck headed towards him before darkness enveloped his vision. When he woke up he found himself in a forest with nothing but his clothes and his phone. 

As time goes by his personality started to change as he walked the lonely path of a Cultivator. His body change as he tried to survive in this horrifying world.

Michael stood atop the mountain like a great immortal as he gazed coldly at his fallen enemies and said with a freezing voice.

"You all dare to defy me!? For that, all of you will receive my punishment in the form of... Hell."

Mortals and Immortals alike gaze at him in reverence, Gods and Deities trembled in anger as they watch him conquer the realms they created, Devils and Demons feared his wrath as he gazed at them coldly.

"I am Michael Wilson and I will conquer everything" He announced in front of the council of Gods and Deities.

[Earth 2020]
My name is Victor, and this is the story of how I met a ROB.
Covid-19 is a bitch.
True due to covid-19 I got the chance to binge-watch and catch up on an all my anime, manga etc.
However, the problem began once I finished watching all of the contents. When I googled when the next season of a certain anime I liked would be released I was informed all the production of my favourite anime has been pushed back by a few months due to covid-19.
Depressed I decided to take a walk when I realised that in a certain way the pandemic really sucked.
A truck carrying metal sheet passed me.
*Swing* Huh? Why is everything going upside down? Why do I feel so sleepy?
I closed my eyes feeling extreme lethargy overtaking me.
"Wake up child." I heard a sweet voice.
Opening my eyes, I saw the most beautiful woman chick ever.
"I am sorry to inform you Victor, but you died." The chick told me.
Ok…?
"One of the metal sheets in the truck came off loose and chopped your head off clean." I winced hearing that.
That is bloody gruesome.
I placed my hand over my neck to see it was still intact. "Are you joking?" Victor looked at the woman.
"No. You died that is the end of that." Strangely I was calm hearing that.
Guess reading all those isekai novels helped out huh.
"I am Lucy and what you call a ROB." Lucy extended her hand.
I gulped and shook her hand. "I am Victor."
"Excellent since we got introduction out of the way let us get to the matter." Lucy took her hand back and became serious.
"Normally you will be sent off to reincarnation cycle or whatever afterlife process that is meant to happen in your world.
However, I decided to snatch your soul from the afterlife in order to give you an offer."
"Why?" I asked with a bit of excitement. Anyone who read enough novels should know where this is going.
"Because I require your help, Victor…" Lucy began her explanation.
Apparently, there was some kind of dark entity in her world and she needed to send forth her champions to defeat the dark one.
"But why me?" Victor asked Lucy who pushed a strand of her golden hair behind her ears with a smile.
"Because you Victor are special. I can't say how and why but just know you are." Lucy smiled with encouragement.
"Ok, but how am I supposed to defeat this dark one? I could barely hurt a spider let along a dark one." Victor pointed out.
"Because Victor I am going to give you my blessing just like I have given my blessing to my other champions." Here it comes.
"What sort of blessing?" Victor asked in excitement.
"The power of evolution," Lucy answered.
"You can evolve your body as a whole or just parts of your body to make them as strong as you want by converting the creatures you kill into a source of energy for your body," Lucy explained while my jaws dropped.
Ok, that is fucking OP.
"Yes. Absolutely yes!" I agreed without giving her the chance for any take-backs.
"However, there is a slight problem," Lucy said as she lifted her index finger.
"You won't be born as a human." Uh oh.
"You will be born as a fly. Or rather what is known as a beast fly of that world."
"Huh?" Well, there goes that.
"But why?" I asked in restrained anger.
"Your soul is simply too weak to handle such strong blessing of mine. Which means I have to condense your soul and my blessing together which will cause your soul to be incompatible with a human body." Lucy explained.
"But why not other animals like monkey, tiger, snake etc?" I asked.
"Your soul will be too incompatible with any of their bodies. I am sorry Victor it's either this or no power. But on the bright side, the possibilities you could evolve to are endless and you can use magic as a beast just as soon as you are born."
I sighed.
A few hours later.
I opened my eyes for the first time in this new world I was transported to.
I felt the extra appendages I had, wings while being tiny.
From what Lucy told me I had 15 years to get as strong as possible before the Dark one begins his attack.
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[Ez- 2 weeks after the release of SAD]
I am rolling in money right now.
I might be one of the richest person in the empire right now.
Alas, only problem was I wasn't interested in money right now.
I was more interested in acquiring principle particles in order to increase my rank now.
An award user ranks up differently to magi. 
The more an award user familiarise and use their power after each rank up the more principle particle they accumulate to use for ranking up.
Once an award user uses their award plenty of times and gathers enough principle particle it will rank up on its own.
This was why it was important for an award user to have a clear picture of what route they want to mutate or evolve their ability towards because an award could rank up any moment.
Not having a clear picture while ranking up means that the ability will randomly mutate in any way possible.
However, unlike others, I couldn't accumulate principle particle like a normal person as it was one of my negatives.
So that left me the option to take the accumulation of other people from them.
I had already devised a method to do this but to do that I first need some materials to build the equipment necessary to take other people accumulation for myself.
This causes me to reinvest all the money I acquired from the selling of SAD back into the facility to acquire the materials needed for my equipment's.
"Your highness." Luke walked into my lab carrying 2 files.
"The detectives you hired asked to give you these files." I nodded.
"Thank you, Luke." I smiled as he left.
I proceeded to read the files. This was enough evidence to get those nobles to do what I wanted.
I took the picture of all the files and forwarded them to Dexter.
20 minutes later I received a call on my PCD.
"What do you want to do with all these incriminating evidence?" Dexter asked in annoyance.
"I want the death sentence of Dominic revoked to a life sentence," I answered which earned a frown from Dexter.
"All this for a death row prisoner who led a rebellion?" Dexter asked to which I nodded.
"What is it in for you?" Dexter looked suspicious.
"I am a nice person with a loving heart who can't see family broken…" Before I could finish Dexter hung up.
"…apart." I finished the last word.
"…" At least wait for me to finish my epic heart-warming speech of family and the power of unity I had prepared.
People these days.
Back in my time…
Never mind, just remembered I barely had any social interaction in my time in heaven.
1 hour later I received a message on my PCD announcing that the punishment for Dominic changed from death sentence to 10-year life sentence.
I felt a grin emerge at this news.

Due to being asked by quite a few readers, I am posting this novel in Royal Road as well. It will be posted under my username Darkorb. I will provide the link once my story is approved on the site.
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A Soul who became lazy over time has to now try and not die for 25 years before he can go back to his home, where he can be as lazy and not be subjected to more tests and trials.
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Pei Qian took a sip of his tea and continued, "We will only offer fixed-rate contracts for the top writers on our website."
"That's because the terms of this contract are better. It's equivalent to giving a benefit to the authors of our website. We will not provide such benefits until other authors prove their strength."
"The total word count should be between 10,000 to 500,000 words for a fixed-rate contract. They cannot exceed 500,000 words."
"The fixed-rate contract will be calculated based on triple the revenue that the author earned from his previous books. For example, the original royalty contract of the author's previous book was about 1,000 yuan per 1,000 words. Then, the royalties for this book would be 3,000 words per 1,000 words."
"There is no minimum requirement to update. They can write as much as they want. Slow work will produce fine work."
"What's more, we don't accept complete originality, we can only write custom-made novels. We provide IPs for the authors."
Pei Qian could not help but be impressed by his own intelligence after he finished speaking.
Fixed-rate Contracts and customizing. Wouldn't he be able to wipe out all the famous authors on Zhongdian Chinese Network and cripple them?
Those who read online literature often knew that fixed-rate contracts and customizing was the easiest way to produce rubbish works.
That was because the first prerequisite for creating good works was freedom.
Authors could only write outstanding works if they were free to write about topics that they were good at and had strong drive in.
If an author who was good at writing sci-fi novels had to write romance novels, the things he wrote would definitely be horrible.
On the other hand, custom-made works were often works th\at the client had a certain need for commercial publicity. At that time, the author's creative thinking would definitely be restricted by the client.
The client would definitely suggest some changes or interfere with the author's outline in order for the works to meet their requirements. On the other hand, the author would not be able to create the works according to his own ideas. His attitude would be different and would not be able to produce 120% of the works.
That was because the first target of custom-made text was the client, not the reader. Thus, there was a high chance that it would not be liked by the reader.
On top of the restrictions on custom-made novels, the fixed-rate contract would further dampen the author's creativity.
That was because fixed-rate contracts meant that there would be a steady income. The cost of the custom-made text was also very high. The author only had to use a little bit of brainpower to bring the works to about 60 points to complete the client's requirements. There was no need to work hard to write 80 or even 100 points.
He would not be able to do it because his creative freedom was not high enough and the theme was not good enough even if he wanted to write to 100 marks.
Thus, Pei Qian had released this trump card of customization and the fixed-rate contract to "bribe" all the top writers of Zhongdian Chinese Network.
It was all about earning money for these authors irregardless of whether they were on royalties or fixed-rate contracts. How they chose would depend on which one earned more money.
It would be easier to write custom-made designs. The amount of royalties calculated by word count would almost double. He could earn as much money as he used to after writing casually every day. Why not?
If the royalties previously were 1,000 yuan per 1,000 words, he could earn 300,000 yuan per month by writing 300,000 words. According to the purchase order, the royalties would be tripled. He could earn the same amount of money by writing 100,000 words each month.
However, the workload was greatly reduced!
While the fixed-rate contract system was voluntary and not mandatory, Pei Qian felt that no one would reject such a good offer, right?
Who would go against money?
That way, the authors' income would not be affected and Pei Qian's purpose would be achieved if the website incurred losses.
Ma Yiqun obviously knew this very well. That was why he looked shocked. He did not know what Boss Pei was up to.
While it was up to the authors to decide whether they wanted to sell their book or not, only a few of the head writers would reject it based on the current price.
Of course, it was a good thing for the authors, but it seemed to be very risky for the website. If they were not careful, it would cause huge losses.
Ma Yiqun pondered for a moment and asked, "Boss Pei, are there any other restrictions on this fixed-rate contract? What if no one reads the novel written by the author? Can you ask him to finish the novel in advance or force him to edit it?"
Pei Qian shook his head. "There are no other restrictions. However, there is a requirement for the word count. Each book has to be written at ten to five hundred thousand words. If it exceeds five hundred thousand words, they will not be paid. They will have to start another book."
The reason why he set the word count requirement was mainly to create difficulties for the authors who were used to writing long chapters.
At the moment, the standard word count for online novels was two to three million words. No matter how long it was, there were many people who could write five million words or more.
Therefore, when the authors first set the story outline, they were used to setting the entire text above two million words. If the great authors could write something famous, they would definitely be more familiar with it.
However, now they had to compress the story to a hundred to five hundred thousand words and write a short story. That would be using a creative way that they were not good at.
On the other hand, most readers of online novels liked to read long works and were not interested in short stories.
That way, the possibility of making money from novels would be further reduced.
Ma Yiqun asked again, "We can terminate the purchase agreement if the authors write a few rubbish novels, right?"
Pei Qian wanted to say no, but he felt that it did not make any sense. An author had been producing rubbish, but the website was still buying out his work at extremely high royalties from him. It did not make sense and was too unreasonable.
Thus, after some consideration, he decided to adopt a relatively neutral plan. "If the results of two consecutive books are very bad, let the author revert back to a royalty contract. He can continue with the fixed-rate contract when he's doing well again."
That way, authors who wanted to slack off would be able to continue writing with a fixed-rate contract and cheat money after writing a novel with royalty contracts. The rules of the website were basically 'come and cheat me of my money' and 'this fool has a lot of money' written on it.
Ma Yiqun asked again, "What type of custom-made novels should there be?"
"Can we take on some custom-made novels from other companies?"
Pei Qian immediately shook his head. "No! We can only write with the IP that Tengda has."
Ma Yiqun: "…"
He might still be able to make a profit if he could accept custom-made novels from other companies.
For example, if some popular online games needed to be promoted, Ma Yiqun could recommend his outstanding authors to the company, ask the company to fork out money, and ask the authors to write them. That way, Zhongdian Chinese Network could earn a sum of advertising fees.
However, Boss Pei rejected that possibility on the spot!
According to Boss Pei, the restrictions on custom-made novels were really strange.
It could not be purely original nor could it be custom-made by other companies. It could only be Tengda's IP.
What was Tengda's IP?
Ma Yiqun gave it some thought. This included the various games that Tengda had developed, such as Repent and be Saved, Ocean Stronghold, Struggle, and so on.
This included the short videos and films that Fei Huang Workspace had already shot, such as Tomorrow is Beautiful and the current filming of Mission and Choice;
That included the various IP images bought from GOG, as well as original hero characters like Modest and Ruan;
Including the various superhero characters in the works of Hurricane Comics;
Other than that, some of the popular novels on Zhongdian Chinese Network and other miscellaneous things were considered Tengda's IP.
It did look like a lot, but what was the point of customizing these things?
The only use was to fill up the entire "Tengda Universe" 's story storage. However, many of the IPs did not need to be filled up at all: The content of the original work had already been expressed very clearly and thoroughly. Why did it still have to continue?
Would these authors be able to write stories that were comparable to the original works if they wrote them seriously? Ma Yiqun did not think so at all. That was because many of the original works were personally written by Boss Pei. These authors would not be able to catch up even if they tried.
What's more, it was still a loss compared to the money spent on buying these works.
That was because the purchase strategy this time was not only targeted at one author, but all of Zhongdian Chinese Network's top authors. If these authors were determined to deceive and cheat money, Zhongdian Chinese Network would spend a lot of money on rubbish. It would be very difficult to guarantee the website's interests.
Ma Yiqun pondered for a long time, but he was still very confused by Boss Pei's decision.
However, Ma Yiqun did not say much seeing Boss Pei's confident expression.
Boss Pei's actions were always so unpredictable after all. No matter how ridiculous and strange Boss Pei's decisions looked at the beginning, they were proven to have deeper meaning and were extremely successful.
Thus, Ma Yiqun nodded. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll make the arrangements soon."
Pei Qian was very satisfied with his attitude. "Yes, very good."
"On top of that, there's another matter regarding the authors' class."
"This class has been running for some time. It's time to make some improvements."
"My idea is to create another 'inspiration class' based on this study class."
"Gather all the top writers, especially those who have decided to write custom-made novels, and join this inspiration class."
"In the inspiration class, we will prepare a large number of novels, movies, and games for them. We asked them to collect materials from them every day. Then, they would exchange their writing skills and knowledge and recommend games or movies that they think are fun."
"For this inspiration class, there must be some initial investment. For example, the monitor must be big, the earphones must be good, the seats must be comfortable, and the various resources inside must be directly purchased from the original, ultra-high-definition blue-light discs to provide the best viewing experience for everyone."
"In the previous class, the authors could only write and check their information. They could not do anything else. In this inspiration class, the authors could only do things related to collecting inspiration. They could only write for two hours every day for eight hours."
Ma Yiqun was stunned again. "Huh? This…"
How was this an inspiration class? It was obviously a pleasure class and a slacker class!
One of the most important reasons why the study class had been successful before was that the "small dark room" could allow authors with poor self-control to concentrate on writing in this environment. That was how many outstanding works were born.
However, now, everyone could watch movies if they wanted to. They could play games if they wanted to. Not only were they not locked up in the dark room, but they were also restricted to writing for two hours a day.
Wasn't that encouraging them to slack?
What's more, Boss Pei had also said that this inspiration class was mainly targeted at authors who had decided to write custom-made novels. These people's requirements for updating were very low to begin with, and their creativity would probably not be high. He had also arranged a comfortable and enjoyable environment for them…
These people were probably going to be crippled!
They were the top writers and pillars of Zhongdian Chinese Network. If they were to become useless, not only would it affect the website's income, but it would also affect the number of outstanding works and readers' comments on the website…
Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss Pei, isn't this environment too relaxed?"
Pei Qian sniggered. "That's right!"
"To these top writers, they have no lack of skills or skills. If they want to improve, they need more inspiration. They need to slow down and work hard!"
"Nowadays, many novels have millions of words. Each day, they would update thousands or even ten thousand words a day. How can a good novel be written with such huge pressure?"
"Tell them to slow down and polish it!"
Ma Yiqun opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but he could not.
Obviously, Boss Pei's thinking seemed a little unrealistic. These online novels were meant to be used for recreational purposes. So what if they slowed down and polished it well? Could they even produce a famous novel?
However, he could not say that Boss Pei's idea was wrong. He could only say that Boss Pei had a higher level of vision than him and had a greater goal.
Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll make the arrangements now!"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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