Chapter 50

     The people in the group chat were silent for a while, and Hu Xiaoli received Xu Mengmeng's private message.

    [Xu Mengmeng]: Oh no, your editor is so unfair? Crazily thinking of sales!

    [Hu Xiaoli]: No way, the editor said, he has to be responsible for the whole company. 

    [Xu Mengmeng]: I'll go to the whole company. It will be interesting to hear him speak. Maybe tomorrow I will tell people all over the world to rely on his magazine to eat! 

    Seeing these remarks, Hu Xiaoli exhaled a little sigh of relief. 

    What can he do? The end results is that he's still an incompetent wage earner. 

    He knew that there was no room for manoeuvre, so Hu Xiaoli didn't expect much. Even if he lost his heart, he wouldn't show it. 

    In turn, Xu Mengmeng is appeased. When Hu Xiaoli returns to his senses, the lunch break is over. 

    Ah, he forgot one of the most important thing!

    Turning off the phone's chat interface, opening his contact messages, and writing a text message for the unfamiliar number not really knowing when he'll receive a reply back.

    [Hu Xiaoli]: Well, please be sure to have lunch :)

    After the screen showed that it had been delivered, Hu Xiaoli closed the app, closed the screen, and set it aside. 

    After doing this series of actions, the phone buzzed and vibrated twice, making a loud noise when it stuck on the table. 

    Colleagues around already came back after dinner, and heard the sound together, Hu Xiaoli smiled embarrassedly, picked up the phone with red cheeks. 

    Opening the screen and found a reply. 

    [Director]: Yes. 

    It's one simple word again.

    But Hu Xiaoli grinned happily. 

    Knowing the type of character of the curator, it's nice to have a response. There's no need to ask for anything else. 

    Hu Xiaoli was extremely satisfied. Han Ye has been able to keep calm facing the president calmly picking up his mobile phone to reply to his message while also watching the minutes of the meeting at noon.

    This kind of behavior was absolutely unnoticed before, but Han Ye happened to be a witness on the president action for two days in a row. 

    Back to the topic, the president asked for meals at noon for two consecutive days ... Hmm ... This expression seems a bit problematic, but in general it is true. The former president would never eat at noon. 

    And in these two days, he will send a text message on time. Han Ye dare not speculate about the content of the text message, but how much can he guess based on what he saw yesterday—— 

    This message is for reminding and monitoring the president to eat! 

    Han Ye's heart was speechless and shocked. The storm in his pupils disappeared from his closed eyes. 

    Shocked, that he didn't even feel surprised ... 

    Qin He finished his meal, pushed the clean dinner plate without a grain of rice left, took out a paper towel, wiped the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Han Ye slightly. 

    "Take it down, and then send a copy of the materials needed for the afternoon meeting with governor Lu. " 

    "Yes." 

    ... 

    When he went back from work that night, Qin He saw Hu Xiaoli in the hall watching horror movies with Xu Mengmeng.

    The little fox hugged the pillow, covered his body with an air-conditioning blanket, and his whole body shrank in the corner of the sofa, staring at the film on the high-definition LCD TV ahead. 

    It was an older island country horror film. After so many years, it has been among the top ten horror films. 

    How to say, classics cannot be surpassed.

    The little fox covered his eyes with shaking hands, but he couldn't resist Xu Mengmeng pulling his hand with a smirk on her face and stared at the screen, looking pitiful. 

    Qin He stood at the door for a moment, and the corner of his mouth slowly evoked a proper arc.

As a simple fox, Hu Xiaoli, who has survived into human society as an adult, has decided to be an honest reporter who only reports real events. After entering the Fairy Mansion, Hu Xiaoli found that there was a group of big-headed stars from all walks of life in the mansion. So he became a gossip reporter who only covered real events. -

Two hours later my sister texted me back saying "Hey. I'm sorry I left like that, you just don't understand." Now, when my sister said that" you don't understand" part, I grew worried because I've never seen her text like this before. From how she texted me the message she sounded like she was scared, hurt, or worried about me for some reason. I told her "It fine but why are you so scared to tell me why I should delete my account.




She didn't text me back until 30 minutes later... Saying "Their something you don't know about this website. It's not just some app you make friends and play games on. This is serious!". I texted immediately saying what are you talking about. She again didn't text me until 30 minutes later saying "DELETE THE ACCOUNT WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TIME, BEFORE THEY COME GET YOU."
I jumped out of my bed in horror because of the capital letters. I felt that she was serious, so I called her while I got up to go grab my laptop. I pulled up the website and logged in so I can delete it.




 But as soon as I logged in my sister answer the phone and her voice gave me shivers because she was panicking so much. Why I have no idea! "Sis, I'll explain everything later just delete the darn website. You need to stop asking question and  just do what I tell you, now yes I know it's out of the blue and stuff, and I know you really don't understand but please just delete the website."  She said in horror and tears. "Why ar..." Before I can even finish my sentence she hit me with a "Your in danger, and so is your family". My heart drop when she said it. I turned to my laptop and saw something that confused me at first, but than made sense at the end when fully understood what my sister said. I turned to look at my laptop and froze from what I saw. 




My location icon popped on my bottom right corner. I asked my sister "Does my location iron have something to do with what your talki...". My Sister panicked and said "Oh my god, GET OUT NOW! IF YOU CAN GET YOUR MOTHER OUT. GO THREW THE BACKDOOR AND THREW THE WOODS,  go to our favorite spot in the woods, i'll meet you there! I promise" I threw my laptop and ran out my room to my mother who was washing dishes, listen to her favorite show.




 I just grab her arm and told the main parts of the situation, she looked at me scared and pissed. She ran in her room to her bed, pulled the top layer of her bed off and pulled a gun with bullets on the side out. She told me to go cut off every light in the kitchen and to go grab two knives for me and her. When I approached the kitchen I turned the light off and quickly to go grab the knives, when I grab the knives I look up to see a black car coming in our drive way with no light on. My mouth dropped! My mother came crawling to me and grabbed my shoulders and said "I saw the car too, but listen I need you to focus OK. Take this and keep in in your pocket, for now!" My mother handed me a pocket gun, she putted the other bulls in my pants pocket for later. "Baby, I need you to be a big girl and listen to me, when I tell you to do something doing I need you do do it quick, ok!!!". I shook my head ok. We ran towards the backdoor, quick and quiet.



As soon as we open the back door we heard the front door open, we tried to closed the door silently but it slammed. Which alerted who walked in our house, we panicked and started to run toward the woods.....

Ever since I came across that website, my life has change dramatically, I don't belong here or do I?

"Oh hello, Lisa. What happened? I saw a crowd forming outside?" Matthew walks up to us looking at the glass pane door to see crowds of people outside.

"Sugar Hare came to us and gave us V.I.P tickets!" Rose brings out the tickets giggling to herself. "Sugar Hare is just so nice isn't he!" 

Damien sighs and then starts to walk away. "I'll just be going to the comfort room." 

I looked at Matthew to see if I was the only one that spotted him but he gave me a knowing smile before leaning in closer.

"I'll just leave you two alone goodbye! It's the best day of my life!" Rose jumped and giggled like no tomorrow as she skedaddled away from us. We facepalm at her embarrassing actions going away from her.

Rose has no sense of shame.....

"It seems like Damien is not quite fond of Sugar Hare." Matthew leans into me whispering.

I thought for a second remembering what Damien said earlier. "I heard that Sugar Hare and he know each other however he said they "were friends" meaning they were friends before..."

We gossiped like a bunch of ladies getting the juicy gossip. It wasn't really more like gossiping it's more like trying to find answers on why Damien is upset with Sugar Hare.

"I wonder what destroyed their friendship." 

"I honestly don't know Sugar Hare is a really nice person I don't know why Damien doesn't like him." I nodded to myself.

I mean when we met he treated us really nicely so he's a really kind and sweet guy.
"Remember you have V.I.P tickets right? That means you can meet him after the show and have a talk. It's a perk that V.I.P participants get." Matthew's big ol' brain suggests to me.

My eyes widen as an idea pops up in my head.

"Maybe I should ask him after the show?" I ask unsure.

"Wait! How could you just ask him that? You don't even know him that well. Can you even ask someone that you don't know something so personal out of the blue?"

Matthew stays back a bit as he saw Damien coming to the distance. We stood straight as a needle trying to avoid suspicion but it made us even more suspicious.

"Where're the others?" Damien asks.

"You know probably out in a rampage." I quickly think of a reply. 

Now that I think about it... Where are the others that came with us on the trip. We definitely split up.

"Maybe we should finally look for them? Matthew suggested.

"Should we split up?" I suggest before Matthew giving me the cold no.

"Of course not! That's just gonna make us even split up more. Besides in horror movies, the first idea is splitting up!" Matthew says concerned.

"We have phones, do we. Just text each other when we find them" Damien speaks.

"Oh. Didn't think of that... I guess in the horror movies the characters never really had their cellphones or are just too dumb to use them that's why they die off quickly." Matthew laughed at himself.

"Well now let's go find them!" Damien grabs my phone and Matthew's entering his cellphone number.

"Just text me if you guys find everyone let's meet up here when we find them all." Damien smiles before leaving and blending in with the crowd.

"Okay let's go. Time to find Fred." I say proudly.

"Or I can just text him and find out where he is." I laugh.

"Oh, right we have phones... For some reason in the movies, I watch the characters never really use their phones to find people since it makes the movie longer and it's more entertaining that way.

"I mean I wouldn't mind if we stay alone together more." Matthew laughs before turning around blushing.

Wait a minute... Did he say that cause he likes me... Maybe he does...

"Where are you!" Matthew's angry voice ruins my daydreaming as he talks with Fred on the phone.

"Here just having fun." Fred sly tone pokes a nerve into Matthew.

"You better not be causing trouble!" Matthew yells in a serious tone.

"Blah blah blah whatever mom!" Fred teases him laughing.

"Oh, you are gonna be in trouble mister!" Matthew yells at the phone before hearing the beeping of a closed call.

"Dammit it! He hung up on me!" Matthew yells shaking his phone.

"You guys really act like a yaoi couple!" Mika looks at Matthew with a smirk.

"What? Why?" Matthew asks.

Mika's eyes looked with amused eyes. "There's these yaoi plots where there's the bad boy and the responsible one. I guess that reminded me of you two quite a bit." 

"Alright then," Matthew speaks before putting his phone in his pocket.

"So by the way... I don't know I'm not close with you guys yet and all-but mind helping me with something?" Mika asks blushing.

"Oh, sure! What it is?" I agreed.

"Well, you see..." She hides her face embarrassed and blushing.

"Spit it out," Matthew says in a serious tone.

"You see... I like Fred...

Our eyes widen. "WHAT? YOU DO?"

The so-called lesbian of an all-girls school is forced to participate in an experiment for her to study in a university full of hot guys! What could possibly go wrong?

After settling the bill, the Lincoln's and Lewis' separated ways.
It was after Michele has seen the text message on Misha's phone. It was from Lyndon and also she has seen the contents. She signaled Rodora to bid farewell first and then they will follow. Rodora played along and dragged Albert out of the restaurant.


Michele has been suspecting the two. She really felt something was off with the two youngsters. Knowing her daughter well, she really can't believe she behaved like an obedient puppy during the entire discussion. She didn't fuss nor reacted to what they have agreed with Lyndon's parents.
She then informed Rodora through a text. She instructed them to hide further away from the restaurant to avoid Lyndon's suspicion.
Misha has been long gone. She left after Lyndon's parents. Michele and Shane are left in the restaurant pretending to order some food. Well, they really ordered. Mich and Shane were foodies. That was the common denominator for them that's why they are still together. For them, there's nothing a food can't do. Whenever they fight, food will always be the solution. Then Lyndon left them. Using the excuse of ''having some trouble in the company."
"Okay son, take care. I hope it's not something major." said Mich, hugged and patted him. Lyndon smiled at his future in-laws. He left them without further ado. A few minutes after, Shane signaled the waiter for their bill and requested to pack the remaining desserts for takeout.
Then they left the restaurant. Shane was observing his wife the whole time. He can tell, Mich was up to something.
"Baby, what are you up to?" he finally asked when they settled in their car.
"Let's follow Lyndon's car." is what Mich just said.
With an okay, Shane obeyed his wife and they drive out from the restaurant.

However, Lyndon did not take his car from the parking area. He just walked instead. Mich saw this and called Rodora.
"Where are you?" asked Mich when she saw Lyndon crossing streets.
"We are just around the corner. I can see your car." Rodora answered.
"Have you seen Lyndon? He's about to cross the street." She then sent a picture of Lyndon under the stoplight.
"Yeah, I've seen him. Where is he going?" Rodora asked her.
"He's meeting Misha. I've seen them texting with each other." Mich said with an exciting tone.
Rodora was baffled with her son's action.
They followed Lyndon secretly.


***
In the coffee house across the street, Misha is waiting patiently for Lyndon. She booked a private lounge for them. She ordered fruit shake while waiting. The fruit shake arrived but not Lyndon. Her phone vibrated and she picked it up. It's a text from Lyndon. Her eyes read the content of the message.
'I've been followed. See you at my office.'
Misha frowned upon reading this. She doesn't know why this man orders her around. 'Who is he?' she thought. She can't help but comply though; she sends another emoticon of okay. Then she began to type another message,
"Who's following you?" then sent.

Lyndon began walking towards the coffee shop. He's already at the front door of the place when he saw his mother's face reflecting on the glass window. "Shit!" he cursed under his breath. He automatically sent a message to Misha that he's been followed.


He received Misha's text when he was at the pedestrian lane and waiting for the signal lights to turn red.
"Parents." was his short reply.

When Misha read his text, her face becomes horror. "Gosh! Why can't they leave us alone?" she mumbled as she walks out from the lounge and settled her bill at the cashier's counter. She finally walked out of the building and headed towards her car.  She headed towards quite the opposite where Lyndon headed.


Lyndon got in his car and drove away towards the company leaving his parents behind. He sent a text to Misha along the way.
'I want to break one of our terms.'
When Misha received this, a smirk formed from her mouth. Then she replied, "What about it?"
"It's the one not having a marriage ceremony." he replied.

"The compensation?" inquired Misha.
"I'll buy you a penthouse." his reply.
Misha replied with an emoticon sign again. While doing this, a big smile was formed in her kissable lips.

She is in the heights of her career when her parents wanted her to marry. No, they engaged her to a man whom she hated for years without her knowing. She has plans for her revenge but the heavens are too sweet to give an easy way for her. 

He is a man who's life is platonic. Rumor says he's gay but when his parents participated in his engagement without him knowing, he could only comply. He does someone in his heart though, its just that the woman hated her for years and what he wanted to do was so quell her anger and make her his. 

Will he succeed when troubles from the past keeps popping? or Will he waver to give peace to her life even if it meant that they will be apart forever? 
*picture not mine..

It still baffled me, that no one seemed to know Tyler anymore. One day he was the center of attention, and then the next nonexistent. The one clue I had to figure out this mess was the invite he had sent me. At first I thought it was a joke, and decided to ignore it, but now I believe it is time to look into it.
'Luckyyyyy, dinner is ready wash your hands and come down'. 
My mother is a hard working woman, she works hard for the both of us as a doctor, making sure we are able to get through, without my father. He had disappeared a few years back without a single trace left behind.
I put my phone down on my desk next to my laptop with an essay half finished over WWII on the screen. I will look more into the matter after dinner, after all I have not seen my mom in 2 days.
I went to the restroom to wash my hands, and proceeded to the dinner room to eat with my mom.
'Lucky, I know I am not here often, but if you can, please clean up a little around the house.'
"Yes mother, I will, so how was work"
As we talked about her work and my school life, we ended up finishing eating our dinner and went our separate ways after cleaning up.
I went straight to my room, and picked up my phone. I had opened up my messenger app and looked for my texts with Tyler. I clicked on his name, and found the text history.
{Duddeeeeee a new horror movie just came out, The Forest, lets watch it this Friday with the group. 03/29 T
Yeah for sure, I will send a text to the others. 03/29 L
{Invitation Link for GAO} 04/01 T
Yooo whats this Ty? 04/02 L
Also was that you that knocked on my door last night? 04/02 L
Ty. 04/02 L
Tyler. 04/02 L}
As I looked through the text history, I was mad at myself for not responding to the text right away. Something must have happened to him, and perhaps this link will give me some answers. I clicked on the invitation and my phone started behaving weird, it was shaking until it finally stopped and a black screen took over. Red eyes appeared on the screen and what seemed like a laser, shot out to my upper portion of the head. 
"FUCKKKKKKKK that fucking hurts what the actual fuck"
'Lucky, watch your language'
This pain was comparable to nothing that I had experienced before, my head was throbbing. However, after a few more seconds, the pain started to fade away slowly. I looked at a mirror I had on the wall in the corner of my room, to check to see if my head was alright, and what came to my attention was a marking. It seemed like a black cross on the right side of my head, it stretched as far as below my eye for the vertical line and as for the horizontal line, is went to half of my forehead.
As I was looking at my new mark, I received a voice notification.
{'Welcome Lucky Avillion, to Gambling Addiction Online, where your fantasies and dreams will come true. Wealth, power, influence, anything you want, can be achieved through victories and credits. However, defeat will cost you dearly, and went your credits reach 0, best hope to ask for a loan or you will meet a unsatisfactory death. You are now an F rank Gambler, we wish you the best of luck, and hope that you will reach the summit and play with us in the future.'}
I was startled and confused, from hearing the information I was given, and on the screen of my phone with my stats. With this I was a little bit closer to finding out Tyler's disappearance. 

A death game taking place in a phone application, which no one knows where it came from, but one way to use. One must receive an invitation from another user. And what comes out of victory? wealth, power, influence anything you could ever ask for. And what comes out of defeat? Possible 
death and disappearance from the world.

How… How could this be?!
Xu Yi stared at the text, his expression aghast.
On his mind were those disgustingly mushy phrases in the poem.
"This…" Xu Yi was speechless.
This was unbelievable!
Ye Wanwan's love letter wasn't addressed to someone else, but written for his master?
Xu Yi's strange expression attracted Si Yehan's attention. The man's hoarse and deep voice said, "Bring it over."
With Si Yehan's cold eyes aimed in his direction, Xu Yi didn't hesitate and quickly fetched the phone for him obediently.
The man tightened his grip on the phone, paused slightly and finally scanned over the text message on the cracked screen.
It was a picture message which featured the love letter that had caused his insides to be burnt to ashes just now.
The man squinted his eyes dangerously and in the next moment, he chanced upon the sender's name— Wanwan!
Wan… Wan…
Having seen the name in the sender column clearly, the man's dark cold expression immediately froze on his face and turned to astonishment.
This message…
Was sent by Ye Wanwan?
His fingers scrolled down and realized it was not just a love letter. Below the letter was a sweet heart-shaped emoticon.
That letter of evidence announcing her betrayal to him once again, that love letter written to Gu Yueze…
Was… For him!
Willing to be the collar on your clothes to feel your fragrance, willing to be the belt on your coat to hug your waist, willing to be the oil on your hair to moisten your black hair…
While the man's expression was still blank, another text came in— [9th master, 9th master~ Why haven't you replied? Did you like my poem?~ I want compliments, rewards and kisses~]
The servants who had been trembling in the corner gazed at each other in confusion. They didn't understand why their master who was raging mad like a lion and destroying everything a moment before had become so quiet in the next second. He was also staring at his phone with fluctuating emotions as if he was trying to decipher something.
Xu Yi, also uncertain about Si Yehan's attitude, opened his mouth slowly and carefully, "9th master, you…"
Si Yehan: "Be quiet."
Xu Yi shut his mouth instantly.
Si Yehan continued staring at his phone with a serious face while his slender fingers tapped the screen.
The man furrowed his brows slightly, since the screen was no longer fully functional due to the cracks.
Xu Yi was beyond curious. Unable to hold himself back, he stole a glance.
Then, his eyes nearly went blind…
Ye Wanwan had sent another message that was sweet enough to make a man blind and his master was typing out his reply: [Good].
At the end of his reply, he even added an earnest "kissing" emoticon.
Xu Yi stared speechlessly at that kiss, "…"
He was completely unable to imagine his master sending that emoticon…
As he watched on in horror, he heard the man's lazy voice, "Tell them to come back."
His tone was not only lazy but full of contentment. He kept re-reading the words of the poem over and over, obviously in a good mood.
"Er… Yes!" Xu Yi quickly responded and called his men on their way to capture Ye Wanwan to come back.
A crazy storm was simply eradicated like that!?


“How perverted is Si Ye Han's taste? He still wants me like this?” Waking up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror: explosive wig, tattoos, and demon-like makeup. Any normal person’s eyes would burn if they looked at her for more than a second.
Before her rebirth, she was in love with a different guy, so all she wanted to do was escape from Si Ye Han and hated him to his core after being locked up by him. 
After her rebirth, she looked differently at him, thinking that maybe he changed for the better?
In the past, her mind was muddled. She let go of a stunning husband, was hurt by a scumbag and backstabber and most of all, was brainwashed by her most trusted friend. In the end, she was utterly alone.
In her current lifetime, there are evil people scheming and eagerly waiting for her downfall. Sorry, but this girl won’t fall for the same tricks twice! 

Although Biles had witnessed Phil's severed hand, Weber's hanging, and Mr. Magician's palm fused from worms, and also had a certain understanding of the horrifying anomaly brought about by 0-02, his lacking level and experience made him unaware of the true horror behind this matter. He mostly explained it away as a horror tale coming to life.
Therefore, despite feeling afraid, he mustered up his courage and quickly approached the rectangular table under the watch of the magical Magician and Grounded Angel. Of course, him being from the Sailor pathway was partly responsible.
Within two or three steps, Biles had reached a spot where he could touch the brass book.
Without thinking, he reached out his right palm and grabbed the brass pages on 0-02 and quickly flipped them.
During this process, the back of Biles's hand held up the brass page, which hadn't completely been filled, to prevent it from being blocked, so as to allow him, Mr. Magician, and Ma'am Angel to observe the changes on it and react in advance.
Amidst the flipping sounds, this Sailor saw the line that touching the Trunsoest Brass Book would result in the death sentence. He was first alarmed before he was filled with a strong sense of puzzlement about his current state.
However, this didn't affect his action of flipping the pages forward. Klein's eyes reflected the different brass pages, and each page had different rules.
The projections of these brass pages didn't appear by making lines disappear and having new ones substitute them. Instead, they appeared side by side and gradually increased in number.
In the end, Klein's eyes reflected a different number of brass pages in them. They were neatly arranged, one line after another. It was as though he had split the 0-02 into a single page and placed it on a glass platform to bask in the sun.
This was a dream divination technique at the angel level, allowing Klein to reproduce the scenes he had just seen before his very eyes.
With the passage of time, the brass pages in his dark brown eyes began to spin and pinpoint one of them:
"…The Trunsoest Brass Book originates from a Justiciar Uniqueness that had been corrupted by the Nation of Disorder…"
It's exactly as I expected. Since the Trunsoest Brass Book can produce all the low-level rules, the corresponding content must contain a description of itself! This is determined by its essence. Unless it completely awakens or comes alive, and has the sufficient intelligence to know how to selectively hide it… Just as a thought of joy flashed through Klein's mind, he saw a new word in mercury color appear on the unfilled brass page.
This meant that 0-02 had finally diverted a portion of its power from its vicious cycle. It was preparing to add text as a supplementary explanation to fix the flaws.
"Leave!" Without any hesitation, Klein shouted.
Biles strictly obeyed the orders of a high-leveled figure, immediately withdrawing his right hand, turning around, and sprinting out the window.
"Make a move to attack me." Seeing that the Sailor with dual attributes had left the city library, Klein suddenly added. 
Biles's heart was filled with puzzlement, but he still raised his right arm and pulled back his shoulder. He put on a stance that looked like he was about to throw a punch at Klein.
At this moment, a new article finally took shape: 
"With regards to the rules above, the Trunsoest Brass Book and the group of people it permits have immunity while enforcing the law…"
However, even if this article was successfully published, Biles wouldn't suffer any punishment.
Clearly, the Trunsoest Brass Book wouldn't pursue problems that led to a vicious cycle or unclear definitions. It was just like how it didn't pile crimes on Arrodes after it mended the loopholes in the rules.
By the same logic, Biles, who had truly come into contact with 0-02, didn't suffer any contamination from a sefirah. Before the supplementary clauses were published, Biles was a part of the Belltaine. He couldn't be damaged in any sense, so he couldn't be corrupted. But with the additional clause, he wouldn't be "retroactively" punished for his previous actions.
In fact, after Biles left the city library, he had violated the curfew order as well, but Klein had already noticed a problem. It was that when the Belltaine citizens pursued foreigners while outside, they weren't restricted by the curfew. Therefore, he made Biles attack him in a manner to avoid the corresponding punishment.
Right on the heels of that, he seized the opportunity while 0-02 was fixing the loophole to quickly recall the detailed information regarding the Trunsoest Brass Book.
"…This book possesses a living characteristic, but most of the time, it's at a very low level…
"…The first half of the book displays almost all the underlying rules, while the second half is blank. It needs to be filled in autonomously…
"…Once there are no restrictions, it will naturally set up laws with certain biases for the surrounding areas and strictly enforce it. During this process, it will change and correct the rules based on the feedback.
"…As the law gradually becomes stricter, 'His' living characteristic will deepen… Once a law that can interfere with all aspects takes form, the Trunsoest Brass Book will completely come alive. It will possess true intelligence, and has the ability to modify the first half of the underlying rules to a certain extent… The exact extent that it can reach is as follows…
"…If there are contradictions in the laws that can't be corrected, or if the pages are all filled without being able to form a sufficiently airtight system of rules, the Trunsoest Brass Book will produce a new line at the boundary between the first and second half: 'All the following rules are ineffective.'
"…After this line takes form, the rules in the second half will disappear and the pages will return to a blank slate…
"…After the second half is completely blank, the clause 'All the following rules are ineffective' will be erased, and the Trunsoest Brass Book will repeat its previous actions until there is a set of laws that covers all aspects…
"…The rules that it creates have to be publicized or informed to the masses before having them take effect… When there's no clear rule for a particular action, whether it's against the common knowledge of the surrounding living beings…
"…Trunsoest Brass Book hates distorted and ugly rules. It hates having loopholes found…"
What a detailed description… There should be a method to seal 0-02 in all of this… Klein's thoughts raced as he attempted to find information that he could use from every line of text.
At this moment, the leader of the ascetics, Arianna, whispered, "Think of a way to fill the pages behind 0-02, without making it airtight enough."
That's right! In that case, the Trunsoest Brass Book will declare that all the following rules are ineffective. It'll redo it again. When that happens, its restrictions on the surroundings will temporarily vanish, allowing us to have the chance to touch it, take it away, or directly pray to a deity… But, how should we go about doing this? The Trunsoest Brass Book hates distorted and ugly rules. It hates having loopholes found… Klein's heart stirred as he had an idea.
Without any hesitation, he stretched out his arms, as if he was hugging the air.
In the next second, inside the building whose dimensions had shrunk to one-tenth of the original Belltaine City Library, a hall that was covered with deep-black stone slabs with all kinds of scuffing descended into the real world.
There were eight black stone pillars erected in the hall, and metal poles hung from the high dome. At the bottom were candlesticks carved into different creatures, 41 on the left and 40 on the right.
This was the Tudor-Trunsoest United Empire's Hall of Consuls that Klein had seen before. At that time, both consuls were still Sequence 1 Princes of Abolition of the Black Emperor pathway, so this place was filled with distortions. It didn't match the normal circumstances and didn't have any rules of aesthetics.
Apart from that, when Klein summoned this historical scene, he also used his domain's ability to add the details of the Fourth Epoch which he knew. It made the order that stemmed from the Black Emperor become more and more detailed, as though it was corporeal.
Pa!
His wrists were severed as they landed on the ground. Blood spurted out from the wound, just like an ordinary person.
This was the second time Klein had committed fraud!
The two palms and fresh blood that gushed to the ground quickly separated into transparent maggots and sticky, nearly shapeless liquid.
As the Worms of Spirit convulsed and died, Klein grimaced due to the pain as he made numerous worms crawl out from the stump to form new palms.
At the same time, he tried his best to maintain the scene he had created through multiple summonings, not letting it dissipate.
On the rectangular table, inside the book that had bound brass pages, many new lines of text appeared: 
"…All buildings and structures have to follow the golden ratio and principles of symmetry…
"…Strange clothes are not permitted…
"…The following crimes have the death penalty…
"…"
The Trunsoest Brass Book flipped through the pages quickly as it targeted the laws that stemmed from a Black Emperor. The further it went, the faster the new text appeared. There were no more pauses that lasted nearly a minute.
Inside the hall, the candlesticks that fell from the ceiling broke and disappeared. Then, the other parts of the hall experienced various changes, wiping away the original details of the order one by one.
Finally, the hall could no longer be maintained. It collapsed and returned to the Historical Void.
At that moment, the Trunsoest Brass Book had already flipped to the last two pages. It was spread out there without any movement.
With the last page filled with text and no longer able to form a tight system of rules with what 0-02 had previously set, Klein silently exhaled and relaxed a little. He felt that his spirituality was almost depleted.
"Let's wait for an hour at Biles's house." He turned his head and said to Arianna.
If they stayed where they were, they would suffer increasingly severe punishments from breaking the curfew until they were sentenced to death.
As for monitoring the Trunsoest Brass Book, this mission that couldn't allow for mistakes was naturally handed over to Arrodes. Although this magic mirror couldn't directly look at 0-02, it could pay attention to the noticeboard and determine the disappearance progress of the laws on it.


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

Cerin, the nineteen-year-old looked around the lounge area and looked at the eight women who were there. 

A group of three women that looked old enough to be her grandmother sat at the edge of the room by the giant window, two middle-aged women around their 40's sat on a couch snacking on jade-like snacks and finally on the floor was a group of three women only slightly older than Cerin herself. The group chatted comfortably among each other and passed a  snack bowl around as they did.

Another thing that was impossible to miss was the large text on the ceiling.  Cerin looked at the thick black text that stood out against the light green ceiling.  

[ Jade star: Level one. 8/9]

Cerin snapped out of her daze and realized that they had grouped themselves off by age and headed over to the younger group on the floor. As she approached one of the women, the one with a plain face but a voluptuous body noticed her and greeted her with a warm smile. She caught the attention of the others and directed it at Cerin.

" Guys. there's a new one!"

The other two looked back at Cerin.  The first was visibly athletic but short and the other was oddly attractive with extremely stylish attire despite her plain features. 

They invited her to lay with them and began to speak to her. 

" your name is Cerin right?"

Cerin nodded, and still being under the impression that it was a dream did not question how they knew. 

" yes. And your names are?"

The one with the voluptuous body replied.

"We're all named Cerin here so we go by numbers in order of who came here first. I'm the fourth so you can call me fourth sister or sister four, she-" 

She indicated the athletic girl,

" Is the third and the other is the sixth. You would be the ninth."

Cerin, or rather the Ninth nodded as she processed this. 

" So what is 'here' Exactly?"

Four nodded as if she'd been expecting this and began to explain.

" We aren't exactly sure, but I'm sure it was similar to you. When we all died we were drifting the cosmos but were drawn in by the green star and ended up here…. You don't have to say how you died if you don't want to but if you do we are here to listen."

Nine looked disturbed as she offhandedly mumbled,

" I haven't died though? Or have I?"

The sisters shared looks between each other and came to the conclusion that perhaps she was in denial. It was impossible to believe that every single one of them could come to terms with their deaths so quickly. 

Three crawled forwards and moved to put a reassuring hand on Nine's shoulder. She intended to aid her in coming to terms with her death but once her hand reached ninth's shoulder she flickered out of existence. Except for the slight dent in the wool white rug, there was no other proof that she had ever been there. 

The previously noisy room fell into a deadly silence and Three looked at her own hand in horror. 

She looked at Four and Six and frowned as she saw them edge away from her. 

" What. Just. happened?"

As if her words were a trigger the room suddenly went dark, similar to the first time and all of the Cerins simultaneously fell into unconsciousness.  and unbeknownst to any of them except Eight and One who had been paying attention the whole time the text on the ceiling changed.

[ Jade star: Level one. 9/9]

[Initial stage complete. Initiating directive (helping the ninth)]

The first was a successful career woman with a shameful past.

 The second was a famous  musician with an awful personality. 

The third was a short tempered martial artist  born in the wrong time period. 

The fourth was a misunderstood girl forced on to the wrong path to become a witch.

 The fifth was  a doctor with a deceptive personality.

 The sixth was a lazy girl with paradoxical ambition to be a fashion designer. 

The seventh was a single minded chef from a family of gourmets.

 The eighth was hard working judge with a frozen heart. 

The ninth came after the eighth deaths of the same named women and her story has only just begun. 

" On all of your behalfs, I will live on."

They sat in the back seat of the car, Jim and Miya on either side, with Ben in the middle. The little boy had busied himself in learning the list of numbers he had been handed over by the Chairman. His face was solemn, and his eyes were focussed.
The adults were lost in thoughts of their own. 
While Jim wondered about what Rebecca had told him about Kang Sung, Miya organized her thoughts on things she needed to deal with. Every now and then, they glanced at each other and looked away. Sometimes, because their thoughts were muddled, sometimes, because they each found the other too attractive.
It was a good thing that the child was busy learning.
Jim wondered what kind of relationship she had with Kasu, and how he could devise on a plan to tackle Sheng. Miya too, took out her phone, typed in a long, quick apology and sent it to the Chairman. 
That would be one thing off her chest, for now.
Whilst she did send the text, her mind kept going back to Senior Hunter's ambiguous words. Our history is entangled, he had said to her. He owed her two lives.
Two?
She was pretty sure he was referring to the tree incident for one. What else he was talking about, she didn't know. And how was her past related to him?
Sighing, Miya shrugged. 
She wasn't going to break her head over it. If the Chairman thought it was important, then he'd tell her. He had been going all out to help her and Rebecca anyway.
Once the thought crossed her mind, Miya felt guiltier and decided to apologize to the old man in person once they went back. Involuntarily, her gaze landed on Jimmy as well.
He – He too trusted her to the extent of not having asked her a single question about Kasu. Not even when he found out his real identity. 
The girl sighed again.
Her phone was still in her hands. She looked at the man beside her, and admired the contours of his face and his chin that seemed harsh on first gaze. She remembered the touch of his lips against hers. She blushed.
Jimmy's phone buzzed.
It was a text from the missus.
[You look incredible, Jim.]
Jimmy grinned at the words, then looked at the wife, who rewarded him with a small smile in response. He began to type in himself.
[You look absolutely wonderful too.]
[Not better than you. Thanks for wearing the suit! It really does suit you.]
[I know. Aren't I beautiful, wife?]
The text almost made Miya laugh. She kept herself in check though, making sure she didn't disturb Ben.
[You are, husband.]
She texted back with a knowing grin.
Jimmy's heart struck at that last word. He looked at it fixedly for a while, then silently muttering a curse, he took a screenshot of the text. She had him now. Giving the missus a cheeky, warning look, he wrote again.
[Flirting again, my dear?]
[Can I not?]
[Of course you can. I'm all yours to use, baby.]
And then he sent her three 'kiss' emojis.
Miya almost dropped the phone in shock. Her heart missed a beat, and she looked sideward at the grinning Jimmy Hunter in horror.
This… This person…
Pervert!
She quickly closed the chat, blushed furiously, and crossed her arms over her chest while determinedly looking away. 
She was going to die of heart attack.
Meanwhile Jimmy chuckled as quietly as he could. He ruffled Ben's hair idly, while the child paid him no heed. Jim chuckled at that too, then looked fixedly at Miya.
Grinning, he typed again and sent her another text.
Miya was still red in the face, but she shot him a defiant look nevertheless. She did however open the chat once more and looked at his message.
[Alright, I'll tone it down a bit. But you are such a baby.]
Miya squinted her eyes at that.
[I am not!]
[Baby.] Another 'kiss' emoji.
Miya shot him another warning glare. Then, she typed rapidly.
[The only baby here is you!]
And her actual baby, of course.
[Baby.] Two 'kiss' emojis!!
[Jimmy, I will –]
She was about to send in a nasty reply, when Jim typed in faster and sent another text first.
[No, my dear. You're not allowed to kick my ass.]
That got her.
Without another thought, Miya burst out laughing. She held her stomach as she looked at the text, howling till Ben frowned at her and said, "Mommy, you're disturbing me."
Miya pressed her lips awkwardly, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, baby!"
Baby…
She ended up laughing again.
Beside them, Jim couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He smiled, looking out of the car window distractedly, feeling extremely content.
Just then, his phone buzzed again.
This time though, the text wasn't from Miya.
It was from the Chairman. 
Jim read through the few sentences that his father had written. Then, he went through the attachments and other files. He frowned as he read along, finally letting out a deep sigh once he was done. 
He texted Miya again.
[What happened between father and you?]
Miya, who had cheerfully been looking out the window as well, frowned once she saw the message. She wondered what had suddenly happened.
Carefully, she replied.
[Nothing much. I was sort of rude to him, but I just apologized in a text. I'll do it in person too once we get back. Why? What's up?]
Jim breathed. 
No wonder the old man had sent him rather fine details of what he and the missus were expected to do while they were grounded. Those 47 hours would be taxing.
Seriously… what had Miya done to piss the old Hunter off?
That, when they were already in trouble!
Sighing, he looked through the other information sent by the Chairman. They were just a few words, but enough to create trouble for him again.
[She knows you bugged her.] He had written.
And of course, Simon Hunter must have been the one to tell her. Which made Jim conclude the obvious – Miya found out the old man bugged her and got mad at him. He in turn, told on Jim.
Really… what a fantastic father!
A vein on Jim's head twitched, and he took in a deep breath. 
Just after he had a good moment with the wife, now he had to be ready for her misplaced wrath.
Miya, who had been waiting for Jim to respond, watched him carefully as he looked into his phone. A plethora of emotions crossed her mind as she took in that face again. She also noticed the terseness in his brows, the way his shoulders were tense. It struck her then how busy this man must be.
And yet, here he was, taking Ben to school.
Since the day they had met, he had been helping her out. He had even taken a bullet for her sake.
Closing her eyes, Miya realized how stupid she was being.
Jimmy Hunter – this guy, was just about the only streak of luck in the twenty seven years of her life that she had had. And he was right all along – she had to move on.
She needed to.
It would be wrong if she hurt this man because of her own fragile mind.
Just then, her phone beeped.
Miya looked at the words.
[Miya… dear. I shouldn't have bugged you.]
Jim was still typing, his words carefully chosen.
Miya concluded the obvious. She laid back in the seat, took in a lungful of breath, and wrote.
[Thanks for looking out for me, dear.]
Jim read the words. He choked.

Mr. Jimmy Hunter is in a fix. He is the C.E.O. of the prestigious Hunter Corporation, currently at loggerheads with his father, Senior Mr. Hunter, the Chairman. Jimmy is the only heir, and yet his father refuses to grant him his inheritance. Unless, of course, he fulfills one condition - gets married before his next birthday! 
The clock is ticking, and the young master still hasn't found a bride. There's only twenty four hours left, and yet, there are plans to be made. Until with his two best friends, Jimmy comes up with an idea. One that would get him his 'perfect' bride, and help him get back at his father too! If only the bride would agree though...
Enter Miya!
She's strong, hard headed, foul mouthed and comes with a kid! And there's nothing that pisses her off more than an arrogant rich brat, who also happens to be a pervert. Oh well, she would teach him a lesson!

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