This is a fictional story about a real friendship. If you want to understand the way the characters are being affected by the music or add ambience to the scenes listen to the songs that will be listed while reading.

I feel lazy but at the same time bored, thus, just going to select from the comments of each chapter on what to write on the following chapter. I'd just start a topic. Then if the story deviates from the ongoing topic, I'd introduce a new topic. Not a "pro" author, just a really bored person that actually wants to write something but don't know how.

*did write something but was too embarrassed by it.... enough not to show it... thanks for the comments tho.

Diana wanted to go back to Dominics house to complete what they started,  he already put the fire in her,  and now it's burning,  she wants to feel it all.  she wants to know how it's feel like to have a man,  to have a real  boyfriend. to feel his hands around her body,  to see his dick** she wants to know it alll
    but how could she also him,  with the type of messages she keeps seeing on his phone,  she is very sure,  she is not his only woman. she knows she is just one out of the thousands woman around him,  how can she think she can have this type of handsome guy alone to herself.  how???  Dominic sends the same message he sends to her to not less than 5girls , he is not aware she checks his phone but he makes her feel special.  She wanted him,  but at the same time,  she also don't want him.  
    
well since this is the case,  I can't let him have me,  and I don't want to loss him,  and most importantly,  I don't want to lose my virginity to this man that I am not sure of my place in his life.  I'll just play this game with him and get what I want.  she reasoned.  
      Dominic keep calling her on phone every morning and night,  he knows she was scared to visit him because of their kissing episode last time,  but he just wanted to make her come again. this time he will tempt her till she beg for more....  he can imagine her screaming his name in pleasure .  he imagined the shape of her her breast and how his hands will play with it before he puts his mouth around it till she screams.  
       Dominic , there is this assignment our lecturer gave us,  I don't know how to do mine,  can you please offer me some assistance?"  when he read the message from his phone,  he jumped for joy because he knew it will happen today.  Yes,  she is coming today. 
      There was actually no assignment,  she just wanted to give him a good reason for coming to his house,  she wanted to make him feel she is not coming for jokes or fun,  she silently prayed he would ask her to come to his house and not a classroom.  and he did.  
Hello Diana love,  please I am washing some clothes and when I finished I will start cooking.  can you come over,  I'll tell you what to do with the assignment,  let me teach you how to write a term paper. " that was the call. she have been waiting for it,  she was even dressed before the call came,  so immediately she got the call,  she stepped out of her hostel room, and in less than 30minutes she was already there.  Guess what?  he wasn't washing,  and there was no food stuff,  so no plans for cooking..... 
    but she doesn't care,  she wanted to be there and she is. she brought a term paper topic she saw her friend trying to do the previous night. she gave it to him and he started writing the table of content. he gave her sub headings to browse using the schools  Wi-Fi . they will continue the assignment the next day.  ohh thank goodness.  this stupid fake assignment almost spoilt my plans.  
they were already lying on d bed writing,  as soon as they concluded on the next step,  they shiffted the books to the rug and remained on the bed.  
   Dominic wantes to have her,  but he was scared not to let her run again. Diana wanted to have him,  but she was scared not to loose her virginity.
They both wanted each other for their selfish reasons.... 
Dominic placed his hand on her waist,  she did not move,  she kept on pressing her phone like nothing happened. he started messaging her back but she still didn't move.  he put his hands inside her blouse and was romancing her back.... 
    Daina was confused on what to do,  she don't want him to stop but she also don't want him to know how much she wanted it,  she endured it....  she imagined it was Ella her ex lexibian partner,  she can't forget how they used to romance  till she reached her orgasm.  she moaned in pleasure making Dominic think he is doing a good job. she didn't realise the implication of her morn until Dominic turned her facing up,  he shifted the position of his hands to her left breasts staring at her eyes.... 
"stop,  stop stop,  please stop,  this is not Ella,  if she should make mistakes here,  her hymen will be gone and gone forever, she will not have any other reason to call herself a virgin.  yet she wanted more....  she so much wanted him to continue.  
     Dominic stopped and looked. what is baby,  don't you like it? 
I'm a virgin,  she said to him,  and I am not ready to let it go now.  please we have to stop.  
Dominic was very surprised to hear that from her, he wanted to be sure,  he wanted to have sex with her,  he wanted to break a naive virgin.  he wanted her to scream his name. But not by force,  she have to accept first.  he removed his hands from the succulent breast he was already planning to suck..... He was disappointed 
...."unless we will just play without having sex.  as in you will not put your thing in my.....  
... before she could finish talking,  Dominic already covered her mouth with his,  giving her an unexpected deep kiss. he brought out his tongue,  she welcomed it,  tasting and sucking it like her life depends on it.  until her phone rang,  she tried to pick it,  but Dominic blocked her hand,  not yet baby....  it rang again and again,  she pushed him aside
....hello Diana,  am on my way to ur hostel,  Dad sent some money,  I am traveling tomorrow morning,  please wait for me downstairs,  I'll hang up now,  I don't have enough, "" it's her  elder brother  Charles.  she tried calling back but his number was no longer connecting.
I have to go Dominic. see you later.  
Dominic stood up and accompanied her to the school gate,  they did not say any word to each other. 



***** Thankx for reading, rating and voting my book.  Pls am still very new here.  just want to use this opportunity to write.  I still don't know how to write authors note.  I don't know if there is any comments. I will like to see ur comments please so that I can improve.  Please help me if you understand the app well.  thank you. ****/

Baiyi had to spend a considerable amount of time to explain away the misunderstanding, attributing it completely to Mordred's immature mouth. It was fortunate that his students were still innocent, so they accepted his explanation fully.
However, he had no way to convince those nosy folks in Cloud City.
By the time they got home, it was almost evening. Baiyi did not resume their class; instead, he asked the students to complete a write-up before bedtime; it required them to write a review about the day's trip and what they had learned.
When the assignments were completed and submitted, Baiyi sat in his room, thumbing through them.
The first write-up he read was Nota's. The fairy had been earnest with her write-up, reiterating every point Baiyi had made; she also added in a few sentences about her understanding and opinions, including her own responses if she was in his shoes. Near the end of her write-up was a genuine question, though: "I'm a shy girl. I don't think I can even talk this loud… So, what should I do?"
Baiyi was very satisfied with her answer. He gleefully graded the assignment, adding "Cake" as a reward.
Nota really was a good child.
The second assignment was Mia's, and as she was his priority, he read her write-up meticulously.
In the end, on the right top corner of the paper, Baiyi wrote the word "Pinch Cheek" because although Mia had used all sorts of idioms and impressive descriptions in her write-up, anyone else could still easily write the same essay using two lines:
"Wow! Mr. Hope is so cool!"
Or, "Wow! From now on, I'm gonna rely on Mr. Hope for every stuff like this!"
Fine; so maybe it was quite common for a soul armature practitioner to ask their soul armature for help when the going got tough, but that was definitely not the sort of lesson Baiyi had hoped to teach her today!
Honestly, what Baiyi really wanted to write on Mia's paper was "Feather Duster", but the girl, in her essay, had extolled his gallantry, his handsomeness, his strength, and even his gentleness so lavishly; thus, using her own words, the gallant, handsome, strong, and gentle Soul Armature decided to give her a little leeway.
The next assignment graded was Tisdale's. She probably had some experience with legal issues and copyrights, and she had demonstrated remarkable attentiveness to his lesson, which was evident in her write-up. Her work was even better than Nota's; hence maybe she would be the best out of the bunch today. For her effort, Baiyi wrote "Cake x3" on her paper.
The next paper was Laeticia's. Baiyi had not read it for long before the urge to rip it apart flooded him; the girl had offered gems like:
"Yay! No class today! Best day ever!"
"Mr. Hope has such a loud voice! Louder than the muscular husky man at the Church who teaches us fighting. The poor receptionist was so terrified! But then… I remember them telling me that the husky man's voice was loud because he used to be a butcher. I wonder what Mr. Hope's career was when he was alive?"
"Wow! Fatty Branch Leader Guy sure have great desserts!"
"Gosh! The tea sets and cups moved on their own! It was a very cool magic trick!"
"Miss Aya is always beautiful. And gentle, too! Is she really a dragon? I find that hard to believe. Mordred is very good and polite; I think she's a good child. But, why does she keep calling Mr. Hope 'papa'?"
"Aww, the lunch we had at that eatery, which Mr. Hope brought us to, was so goooood! But will we ever visit it again?"
This content was instantly awarded the "Feather Duster" grade.
Then Baiyi moved on to read the write-ups written by the kitsune, the owl, and the sunflower.
All he could say was, "If I was not a Soul Armature, I would have probably from coughing up too much blood."
The issue here was not that those three copied each other; they just shared similar opinions, making it seem as if they had unanimously decided on their content in a sort of meeting, which was held before the write-up commenced. What was more, none of them talked about laws and legality. A part of their identical write-ups discussed how to defend their legal rights as non-humans; another part of their write-up included making humans recognize the ingenuity of their inventions, and then the rest of their write-ups was all about how to defeat Mordred with their combined strength and Nota's help.
On that last part about defeating Modred, the trio even wrote details of their own strengths and weaknesses, as well as the tools and traps that they would require; this was so that they could work together in their team-up by covering each other's back.
The entire write-up was a strategy report on fighting Mordred…
'Are you three here to learn or to fight for civil rights? In fact, are you here to learn how to slay dragons? What exactly do you guys want to do to the girl who called me her papa?!'
Baiyi initially wanted to give their write-ups his "Feather Duster" grade, but he decided against it after conceding that, despite veering way off topic, the animals had shown how much effort they put into their own analysis Perhaps he should be a little compassionate this time...
Thus, he gave their write-ups the "Stand in a Corner" grade.
The next paper was Attie's. Naturally, no of the other students could rival the speechlessness and rage that Attie's assignment caused Baiyi; however, right in the middle of her paper was the drawing of a cat, which was sticking out its tongue at him.
'Are…. are you trying to melt my heart?'
The only thing Attie's kitty drawing managed to melt was Baiyi's reluctance to give harsh punishments; thus, he gave Attie a "Feather Duster x5" grade. When combined with the "Feather Duster x3" which was sue from her last assignment… 'Haha, this trouble-making cat is done for tomorrow!'
Still filled with anger, Baiyi turned to Vidomina's homework.
Surprisingly, hers was even more satisfactory than Tisdale's and Nota's. She did not even limit her view of Baiyi's lessons to defending rights legally, but she also extending his philosophy to other subjects and aspects of life itself. Her ability to generalize his lessons displayed a true understanding of the essence of the problem-solving ability, rather than the forms and apparent methods Baiyi had used.
Judging from the assignment, Baiyi could tell that Vidomina had truly grasped the knowledge that Baiyi had sought to pass, which was as expected of a child from a noble Duke's family. She managed to look at the questions from another, and even more mature, perspective. Although Vidomina may not be very exceptional in terms of academics or magical basics, the girl had surely inherited her father's insights and beliefs.
Vidomina's work was the only one Baiyi did not grade at all; he believed that none of his current rewards could do the girl's work justice enough.
The next day, Baiyi returned the graded assignments back to his students. From their expressions, one could guess the grade they got. Some sighed, someone was very upset, and another shook her head helplessly… Nota was probably the one only who did not look saddled by her grade; but then again, she had been given the "Cake" grade for two straight days already.
"Laeticia! Attie! Up here to the dais, now." Baiyi sat on the dais and gestured to the two.
"You two fools! It's bad enough that you copied from each other; however, must you two even get the spelling of the same term wrong? Geez; to think that copying would at least require half a brain!"
After the scolding, came the action. As the feather duster struck them, the screams and sobs of both girls resonated loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"Oww! Owwwww! Mr. Hope, I'm so sorry! I'm never doing it again!" Laeticia cried between sobs.
"Owww, I hate it! I hate you, Master! I'm never talking to you again! " Attie tried her best to be threatening as tears burst out of her eyes and drenched her cheeks. The problem was, of course, that her threat never carried any substance; Baiyi had heard the same threat so many times that he had stopped caring about it. His Kitty Cat Maid had a very bad memory anyway; after a nap, her memory would somehow reset itself, and all Baiyi had to do was to wave at her, and she would come to rub her cheeks on him jovially.
"That's all. Go and wash yourselves," Baiyi said coldly to Laeticia and Attie while putting away his Executioner's Feather Duster. Then, he turned his gaze to his flora-and fauna-themed students.
When Laeticia and Attie finally returned, they were treated with quite a scene; Baiyi was pinching Mia's cheeks hard, and the animals were standing in a corner, balancing Baiyi's favorite potted plants on their head. The animals knew that these plants were Baiyi's favorite; if they broke even one of them, they knew he was probably gonna skin them alive. Thus, the fox had to use its hind legs to hold up its plants, while the owl had to lift its wings up high to hold its plants, making sure it does not lose its balance and falls.
Since Sunny itself was a flower with a pot underneath it, all the sunflower could do was to stand upside down, keeping Baiyi's plants atop the bottom of its point, which was now facing upwards.
Nota and Tisdale, who were both comfortably and quietly enjoying cakes at a side, were targets of understandable jealousy.
Vidomina did not seem to be doing any of those. She was not rewarded, neither was she punished; she did not find that surprising, though. She had a pretty good guess of her own skill and knowledge level.
However, when Vidomina looked at Mia's pouting face which Baiyi was currently pinching, there was a flash of jealousy in her eyes.
Baiyi returned Mia to her seat after her punishment and walked to Vidomina's side. He took her workbook up and announced, "This is Vidomina's work, and I believe it to be most exemplary work I have received. In fact, I'll try to find some time to explain why and how I arrived at this conclusion as we read it together. But first, your reward…"
Baiyi looked down at Vidomina's perplexed face. "I can fulfill any small request you make."
"Any small request? Seriously?" Her eyes widened.
"Hey now; don't get too overboard with it, though!" Baiyi replied. "If you want to be exempted from today's assignments, that's acceptable."
"I…" Vidomina thought hard.
Then, suddenly, she stood up with a gush of bravery, moving to stand on top of the bench, and said, "I would like my Godfather to kiss me! Like how you kiss Mia normally…"
"Huh? That's it?" Baiyi replied, feeling amused. He walked closer to her and gently pressed his mask on her forehead.
There was no sensual desire in their exchange. In its place, however, was the sort of love and care a parent would impart to their child. It was innocent and moving.
Vidomina smiled. She smiled so brightly that a keen observer would notice that this was the first real, happy smile she had made since her family's mishap.
The other girls, however, stared at her with complicated expressions. It seemed that some cogs had turned within them...


Imagine being forced to live, after death, as incorporeal bodies trapped in a vast space of nothingness for thousands of years, with nothing to do but exchanging past memories with other cohabitants (read: weirdos).  Everybody wanted out, but there was no way to leave the Void... 
Until one day, a young man was finally summoned, as a powerful but reluctant mentor, by a bubbly and motivated but completely naive young girl. Baiyi, finally out of the Void, was the only one who could save all of the other 32 souls from their prison and his summoner might just be The Key to their freedom.
However, Baiyi had to use the techniques and abilities the other souls had taught him throughout the years, and together with his own extensive knowledge of anime and game tropes from his shady and dangerous past as an otaku, to face the biggest challenge of them all: training the clumsy young girl he was forced to partner up with… into a competent sorcerer!

==
Name: Jake Atkins
The Shopmaster
Class: 0th Circle
Skills: <Dwarf's Expertise> <Independent Gourment> <Witch's Knowledge> <Complete Mana Manipulation> 
==

The inside of Jake's mind is in a mess. The layout of the translucent board was identical to what he knew. However, he was a stranger to the information contained within. The skills and his <Gift> were unknown to him with the exception of <Complete Mana Manipulation>. 

Jake's brain was in the process of working non-stop on what to write on the piece of paper. There's no reason for him to write <Complete Mana Manipulation> as it would scare the hell out of people that understand what it means. He decided to write everything except for that specific skill.

Lee and Kana showed interest in the piece of paper. It causes Jake to wonder whether the 'him' from before, ever told them his status.

Kana's eyes went round as she read the information on the paper. Lee wasn't an exception either. He has a more exaggerated expression as his mouth hangs open.

"What the hell? Jake. You have so many skills. Why did you never tell us about it?" Lee exclaims in surprise. He knew for sure that the skill was obtained during the awakening as he never saw Jake showing interest in the world of the awakened.

Jake showed a confused expression. He didn't understand the reaction from Lee and Kana. It was just 3 skills. 

Lee and Kana misunderstood Jake's response. They thought that he was confused at Lee's question since he didn't have any memory of it. That realization made Lee feel a little guilty. 

"My bad. It's just that you never mention anything about your status before so we thought you might be embarrassed by it. Well, the name of your <Gift> is a little dull. That might be the reason why you did what you did." Lee tried to explain himself.

Kana recovered from her shock without any problem. She placed the paper on the table, showing the content for everyone to see as she continues her explanation.

"<The Shopmaster>, this is your <Gift>, Jake. You should be able to see its description by clicking on it. Try it out." Kana suggested.

Naturally, Jake knew how to operate the 'interface' even without Kana's explanation. He pretended not to avoid any suspicions from Lee and Kana. He clicked the <Shopmaster> as suggested and its descriptions popped-out in front of him.

=The Shopmaster=
A master in every non-combat class. 

A simple but direct sentence. Although it wasn't enough to determine the potential of the <Gift>, it was enough to understand what kind of <Gift> it was. A <Gift> which specialized in a production type work. 

Jake was a bit startled at the explanation but he was satisfied with it. He felt that he no longer need to carry the burden of a world's hero. A heavy load was lifted from his shoulders as he smiled. 'A production-type, huh? I guess it's a great retirement plan'

Jake was tired. He no longer wished for an adventure. The journey he had in Aestes was enough for him. The only thing he wants right now is to spend his days in peace, surrounded by those he loves. A boring but stable job was perfect for him.

The existence of monsters in this world didn't bother him in the slightest. Jake felt content at the civilization he has seen so far. Everyone seems to be living a normal life with minimal exposure to danger. There might be some danger but he's sure that this Earth has its own hero to protect it. The realization further solidifies his decision to not be involved in any conflicts. His desire is to become that commoner A.

"It says that it's a non-combat class," Jake told Lee and Kana about the description of his Gift with a smile. Contrary to his reaction, Lee and Kana have a bitter smile on their face.

"It's okay, Jake. A <Gift> doesn't mean everything. There's even an A-Class hunter with a blacksmith related <Gift>. The important part is the skills and your will to grow stronger." Lee commented as he raised up his fist.

In his heart, Lee could finally relate to Jake's previous behavior, before he lost his memories. The latter never agreed to any physical training or monster hunting. Lee assumed that the reason was Jake's <Gift>. 

Production-type <Gift> doesn't mean it was bad. It just needs more sweat before it can be turned into a lifestyle, one that could earn. The amount of knowledge and research needed differs greatly from any other combat class.

"Thanks" Jake received Lee's comfort with a smile. 

A certain term caught Jake's attention.

"What's an A-Class hunter?" Jake asked with curiosity.

"As the name suggests, a hunter refers to the awakened whose main job is hunting monsters. They earn money from killing monsters and selling the corpse to the association. We will get to that later. Let's finish the explanation about your status first." Kana answered as she took a huge bite of a cookie. 

"Next is the 'class'. This term refers to your fighting strength. The higher the circle, the stronger the awakened usually is. Although, there are also cases where someone in a lower circle defeats those in a higher circle. In my opinion, the circles are only a rough estimate of someone's strength."

Jake nodded at Kana's explanation. He agrees with Kana's view as he was once capable of such feats. There are some points that could be added though.

The 'circles' written on the 'class' section refers to how much mana and magic power someone could use. Naturally, someone with a lower circle will be weaker than those in higher circles. However, it was only in terms of quantity of mana.

In a battle, those factors alone weren't enough to determine the victor.

There are also differences between the quality of each circle. It depends on the method someone used to create them. They might create an unstable circle, only capable of increasing their power by a small margin. 

A stable circle, in contrast, will provide the user with a much stronger foundation.

This information is available to Jake after his experience on Aestes. He would love to share them with his best friends but refrained from doing so for now. Doing so would only increase cause him more trouble. He prefers to do it in the future, where everything has been settled.

Kana was happy that Jake could understand her explanation without any difficulty. She continues on with her explanation.

"The last one is <Skills>. This one is a little bit complicated. Similar to <Gift>, <Skills> refers to your personal ability. From the name of your skills, these must be skills related to your gift. Try to read their descriptions."

Jake did as Kana suggested, opening the description of his skills on the interface.

==
Name: [Witch's Knowledge]
Description: Equips the user on the information about every biological material that could be used in alchemy. It enables the user to formulate and determine the efficiency of an alchemical recipe.
==
Name: [Dwarf's Knowledge]
Description: Equips the user on the information about every non-biological or biological material that could be used in a smithing process. It enables the user to formulate and determines the efficiency of an equipment blueprint. The user's body has to be in a suitable condition to pull out the full potential of the skill, befitting for a <Master Blacksmith>.
==
Name: [Independent Gourmet]
Description: Equips the user on the information about every ingredient used in a cooking process. The user is proficient in the process of cooking and knowledge of the gourmet world. 
==

Kana's assumptions were spot on.

The three unknown skills were indeed related to Jake's new <Gift>. The descriptions of the skills almost made Jake jump in surprise.

The <Skills> were too overpowered.

The knowledge saves Jake an entire lifetime. He was aware of the value of the information. Jake's dwarf friend, Cain, doesn't even dare to claim that he knew every single smithing material. If Cain were to know of the existence of this skill, he might have killed for it.

"Was I right?" Kana saw the surprise in Jake's face. She smiled in satisfaction, assuming that she was right. She gave herself the credit for making that startled look on Jake's face.

"Yeah, you're right." Jake smiles but didn't correct the misunderstanding. 

"Hehe." Kana seems happy as she took another cookie out of a jar.

"Next! I'll explain about the hunters." Lee said as he opens up another bag of potato chips.

Jake (Sylvester) Atkins is a hero summoned from Earth to a world known as the Continent of Aestes in order to save the world from twelve calamities.

Sylvester overcame trials and many life and death situations, gaining power and unimaginable fame in return. He fell in love as well as true friendships.

The time has come for him to overcome the last hurdle, the twelfth and final calamity, and save humanity. However, he lost his life in the process. 

“Ah… I can finally rest…”

Right before his death, an unknown power took root inside his soul. The effect was enormous, affecting time and space, changing one’s fate.

Sylvester woke up once again, in a familiar world.

[Mission: Complete a research paper]
[Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]
Ling Ran glanced at the new mission that floated before his very eyes, and he immediately mulled over what the mission meant.
The first Intermediate Treasure Chest had produced the Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control. Its effects… allowed him to be capable of predicting and stopping the bleeding of the Glisson's capsule. Maybe that alone was already enough for Ling Ran to make a name out for himself at the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
The Intermediate Treasure Chest had a long-term, amazing effect compared to the Basic Treasure Chest that only gave Energy Serums.
Besides, he had to write a research paper anyway. Other doctors had to work their as*es off for a few months, picking over the bones of medical cases and opportunities for the appropriate surgeries before they could finally come up with a research paper… Ling Ran had not only skipped the steps to find medical cases, he had practically been given a free Intermediate Treasure Chest as well. Of course, he would be ecstatic about it.
The slight problem was in the simple nature of how research papers were never that easily written.
The medical education at Yun Hua Medical Institute was deemed to be one of the best in the province. Even so, undergraduates of this department had never received much training when it came to writing journals.
Students in the first and second year could read up on some fundamentals about sciences, learn chemistry, mathematics or some other similar subjects. The most they could learn were the basics about medical history, anthropotomy, medical immunology, and others.
They would learn about pathology and pharmacology during their third year as they further familiarized themselves with corpses. Only in their fourth year would they gain some slight exposure to some real clinical medicine. In the same year, they would also need to cope with other problems such as the College English Tests and national post-graduate entrance examination. By the fifth year where Ling Ran currently was, they would begin their busy internship career. Time would turn into a fleeting dream for them.
To write a research paper, one would not only need to make time to look up information and find medical cases, they would also need to be prepared to learn something new from scratch.
Of course, being a doctor also entailed the lifelong journey of learning. It was a given, and Ling Ran was long prepared for that. He just did not expect this day to arrive so soon.
Ling Ran went to look for Doctor Zhou after agreeing to it, all while not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do.
In theory, Doctor Zhou was still his clinical mentor. Department Director Huo was simply throwing in some input.
Furthermore, Department Director Huo's schedule had to be flooded to the brim. Him stepping in to instruct Ling Ran personally was already a blessing from the heavens. It would be impossible to expect some actual, basic tutoring on how to write research papers from his part.
On the contrary, Doctor Zhou was known to be a nice old man. He was also gentle and encouraging.
"Department Director Huo asked you to write this, and he also promised to make you the named author of the research paper?"
When Doctor Zhou heard it from Ling Ran, he was bewildered.
Ling Ran nodded and said, "Barehanded control of bleeding with partial pressure applied without setting a surgical field while performing a suturing on the Glisson's capsule. I would probably be writing a research paper that leads towards that direction."
"Your luck is really something, young man." Doctor Zhou was no longer paying attention. He only continued to sigh emotionally.
Ling Ran lowered his head and looked at Doctor Zhou. He had been listening to empty praises since young. He knew that those words would always be followed by some form of explanation.
"The Director of Yun Hua's Emergency Department. Do you know what that means?" Doctor Zhou was clicking his tongue.
Ling Ran shook his head in silence.
"Yun Hua Hospital is a provincial hospital. The director of Yun Hua Hospital's Emergency Department has always been a standing committee member of the Emergency Medicine Society of Changxi Province, and is also a committee member of the Chinese Society of Emergency Medicine… Do you see where I'm going with this?" Doctor Zhou looked at Ling Ran.
Ling Ran shook his head again. He was barely even a fresh graduate. Why would he ever pay attention to this?
"Let me put it this way. Department Director Huo also plays the leading role of our Yun Hua City's emergency treatment. He has quite the presence in the medical field of this province." Doctor Zhou put his words carefully, in a way that Ling Ran would understand.
"That man is all that, and he wants you to write a research paper. Your research paper is most probably anticipated by many at this point."
Ling Rin smiled for a moment.
Doctor Zhou grinned and said, "You understand it now?"
"You said that Department Director Huo is the leading expert."
Ling Ran's expression was suddenly sombre.
…..
Laughter never lingered in the Emergency Department for long.
Ling Ran quickly returned to the resuscitation room as he once again followed Department Director Huo on his rounds.
As the Director of the Emergency Department, Huo Congjun seldom got his hands dirty. If it was not for giving Ling Ran a chance to operate on this day, he would not be having a walk right now.
In the meantime, Ling Ran would gain a substantial amount of experience after getting some practical experience and also observing other doctors in their craft.
Interns and resident doctors searched for chances to practice their skills desperately because it was difficult for newcomers in a hospital to get a chance to practice. Under normal circumstances, the attending physicians would never dare let them handle the patients. It was a vicious cycle. On the one hand, the senior doctors would have their hands so full that they could never get their jobs done. On the other hand, newcomers would find it difficult to get a chance to get into contact with patients.
In other words, the most important thing for a surgeon was to get that first try in surgery.
Through the first suturing, one could fully understand the toughness and structure of the human skin, which was something that stitching bananas and pig skins could never teach.
It would be the same for one's first operation, one's first resection, one's first field diagnosis, and so on.
However, this very same 'first time' was almost impossible to obtain for surgeons. They would have to fight tooth and nail for that opportunity.
Groups could be formed and they could take turns doing various menial tasks. But it would be difficult to seize the opportunity to become chief surgeons of surgeries. Occasionally, interns might encounter cases where they had to perform appendectomies on patients. During their standardized training, the easiest types of cases they could get their hands on would be performing appendectomy.
It would be a pipe dream for anyone to think about touching a patient's liver or kidney without three to five years of preparation.
Much less plunging an arm into a patient's torso like Ling Ran.
If one succeeded, they could get to write an SCI research paper. But if they failed, they would be lucky with just saying goodbye to their professional career. Any worse and they could even possibly face a lawsuit or two.
Human life was to be treated with utmost care. If it were not for how the patient of the car accident had lost blood, entered shock, and was in critical condition in conjunction with Ling Ran's complete confidence brought by his possession of the Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control Technique, he would not have risked putting his arm into the patient's abdomen.
However, today's incident had earned Lin Ran the Emergency Department's respect.
Everyone had acknowledged that Ling Ran really "had some tricks up his sleeves." But more of them were more concerned about preventing Ling Ran from suddenly butting in and taking over their surgeries.
Barehanded bleeding control without setting up a surgical field and so on sounded epic, and it was just as epic as it sounded. But due to how notoriously risky and difficult it was, nobody was willing to give Ling Ran another chance to try that out again.
An obligation of means[1] was commonly practiced these days. What would have happened if you failed?
So, doctors who did things by the book were even more cautious against Ling Ran.
Ling Ran did not seem aware of any of that.
Neither was he concerned about it.
Unlike a lot of medical students who took the examinations to be a doctor due to certain factors in society, Ling Ran had been fueled by the interest in medical science since childhood.
It was in a clinic where he got his own outlook on the world, life, and values.
Ling Ran was too curious and had too many questions about human beings and diseases. As a result, his interpersonal relationships suffered, but it did not really matter to him either.
The worries of the attending physicians in the treatment room and the resuscitation room weighed lightly on his heart.
However, he would not go out of his way to thread on their principles either.
Truthfully, none of the remaining patients were suitable for him to practice his skills.
The Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control was not perfect, to begin with. It was not suitable to be used in many areas, especially in the resuscitation room of the Emergency Department. There were several other safer alternatives.
Ling Ran had been born with good looks, so he never really had a chance to keep a low profile, and he did not really care much about showing off.
The mood within the resuscitation room significantly lightened during the afternoon.
Department Director Huo got off work on time. Before Ling Ran left the workplace, he dropped by to take a quick look at the patient from the car accident.
A few hours had passed. The patient was still asleep. A few youths around the age of twenty were standing around the patient.
"Doctor Ling, thank you for saving our coach." A thin and tall young man saw Ling Ran. He stepped forward and greeted Ling Ran. Then he said, "I really didn't expect such a perfectly healthy person to suddenly get caught up in a car crash…"
Ling Ran lowered his head and took a look at the white coat on his person. Then he said, "Can't say that I'm the one who saved him. Doctor Huo was the chief surgeon who oversaw the operation."
In the hospital, taking credit for being the one in charge of an operation was a serious matter. No one should take it lightly.
The thin, tall young man smiled and said, "You don't have to be modest about this. I've seen the video footage. If you had not jumped in and applied pressure on him, our coach would have bled to death."
"Video footage?"
Judging from the look on Ling Ran's face, the young man knew that Ling Ran was utterly clueless about it. So he quickly took out his phone and showed it to Ling Ran.
"This is the one."
The video recording on the phone was a little on the shaky side. But the focus point of the lens was trained on Ling Ran.
The angel in white with a handsome face was basically the main theme of the beginning of the footage.
A few seconds later, Ling Ran was seen completing the seven-step hand washing technique. With both of his hands flexed and raised with firmness, he quietly walked across the middle hall of the resuscitation room, passing through the crowd of onlookers in white coats. Then he walked past the space between Department Director Huo and Zhao Leyi as they stood close to each other before he reached straight into the abdomen of the patient who was laying on the hospital bed.
At the same time, the owner of the phone also cried out in surprise. The volume of the recording increased. The words that traveled into Ling Ran's ears subsequently sounded rather familiar.
"'The bottom of the patient's Glisson's capsule is bleeding…'"
"'Director, the bleeding has stopped.'"
"'Ling Ran, get onto the gurney…'"
The focus point of the video was on Ling Ran. Meanwhile, the voices of the people speaking beside the Ling Ran in the video also traveled into the viewer's ears along with the other noises in the resuscitation room.
He listened to the conversation of a few doctors, and watched the movements of a few doctors. Finally, he looked at the moment when he got himself on the gurney. He had supported his weight on the gurney with his arms as they moved into the operating theater. At that moment, the sound of a drum suddenly rang violently from the video on the phone. It sounded just like the beating sound of a human heart, followed by the sound of an inspiring song.
"Pride is facing ten thousand heavy waves[2]…"
"Hot blood is like the red sun[3]…"
Translation Note:
1. Obligation of means: it is like a system where the first doctor attending to the patient is responsible for the patient. It is the responsibility of that particular doctor to learn everything about the patient, and has to pass that knowledge to his attending physician if necessary according to the situation.
2. Pride is facing ten thousand heavy waves: A line of the lyrics from the song "A Man Should Strengthen Himself"
3. Hot blood is like the red son: Another line of the lyrics from the song "A Man Should Strengthen Himself"


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

After Lazar and the apprentices left, the place suddenly became quiet. Leo closed the gate in the front and turned on the protection magic circle. Lucien went back to his study and started to work on his paper.
In the quiet night, Lucien's mind was rather sober. On an ordinary piece of paper, he wrote down the title—The Experiment on Human Body Electric Current and Brain Electromagnetic Wave and the Application in Illusion.
Books related to the researches studying brain waves in Lucien's spirit library were very limited, since even in the world that Lucien came from, researches in this field still remained underdeveloped. Therefore Lucien had to study a few illusionary spells to make the paper more reliable.
The paper was very challenging for him. The several papers that Lucien published in the past were other experts' findings already available. The only thing he had to do was alter the findings based on the real situations in this world. These papers only took him two to three hours each.
Releasing a sigh, Lucien did not start developing the paper based on the materials he gathered right away. Instead, he was going to talk to the Lord of Storm on the following day. As the student of the grand arcanist, Lucien would not waste the chance.
Lucien closed his eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the night for a few minutes. Then, he took out another pile of paper and started to write the application of his research institution.
Even writing the application was not easy. If not being careful, Lucien would reveal his understanding of atoms that could shock the whole world. He could not directly tell the public that an atom could still be further divided, and within in an atom, there was a very wonderful structure. But if he completely avoided talking about this, the application would be very unlikely to be approved. Lucien was in a great dilemma.
In the end, he chose to describe his purpose and research interest in a rather general way.
When he read the application himself, Lucien sincerely thought to himself that the fund was not easy to get. If this application failed, he had to switch to a more specific research area and give up using the name Atom Institution, but this would mean that every research topic was only going to be a short-term one.
As a researcher who was extremely interested in getting funds, Lucien hoped to set up a long-term research project to save as much time and money spent on doing experiments as possible, so he could save his profit from Holm Mineral and Harvest for future use. Everyone knew that becoming a senior-rank mage could cost a lot of money. A senior-rank mage had to build his or her own magic tower, buy all kinds of alchemical materials, and prepare for the rites.
Lucien also decided to show the Lord of Storm this application to his teacher. If Lucien could win his support, the whole thing would be much easier. If necessary, Lucien could reveal some of his real thoughts on atoms in front of Fernando. Maybe Fernando would yell at him, but it was still worth trying.
After a while, he calmed himself down and started to analyze the fifth-circle spell, Fernando's Lightning Smelter.
It was his first time analyzing a fifth-circle spell because he never expected that his soul and spiritual power could reach the fifth-circle level so fast. There were still many third-circle and forth-circle spells that Lucien had not studied. His plan was to focus on the difficult ones first and then go back to the lower ones.
...
Next day in the morning, Lucien came to the headquarter of the Congress of Magic.
"Good morning, Mr. Evans," greeted the tower guard on the gate. It was the alchemical creature, Prospell.
Lucien said politely, "Good morning, Prospell. How're you doing recently? Sorry, I didn't see you yesterday."
"The same… You know, having sorcerers coming in and out through my body all day long." Prospell would not admit that he did not want to show up yesterday because the Lord of Storm was there, "Mr. Evans, I heard you've reached the fifth circle. Good for you! When you become a senior-rank sorcerer and start to build your own magic tower, don't forget your promise. A female tower guard. Gentle, soft, considerate… much better than me!"
Lucien wondered since when they had this promise. He finished talking to Prospell, who was feeling a bit excited, and entered the magic tower.
It was still early. The headquarter was still quiet. On Lucien's way to Fernando's study on the thirty-third floor, he barely met any people.
Fernando, the Lord of Storm, was still wearing his favorite ancient-styled, bright-red magic robe, sitting behind his desk and reading the letters.
"Lucien, if you don't have anything else to do, help me with the letters first. Use my tone and reply to these letters. After you finish, we go to the lab," said Fernando directly. He did not give Lucien a word of praise for coming here early.
Lucien hurriedly nodded, "I've finished the draft of the paper. Please take a look."
"Good." Fernando nodded. Fernando took over the pile of paper and read it very carefully. He did not treat it casually just because it was written by a middle-rank mage. From time to time, Fernando even cast the spells on his own for verification.
Seeing Fernando frown, Lucien's heart was grasped by a big hand.
"Illogical… How do you want to persuade the board using this?!" Fernando commented. 
Although the comment was very straightforward, Lucien was glad that Fernando did not yell at him. His response was still within Lucien's expectation.
Lucien hurriedly nodded and put on a humble-student look.
After criticizing Lucien's paper from the very beginning to the end, when Lucien started to feel that his draft was basically just a piece of trash, Fernando softened his tone a bit and said, "Of course, compared to all the shitty papers from those fools, this paper is still relatively interesting and creative. Nothing in the paper is a real mistake. Revise it and develop it into a decent paper. Don't put my name on it like some people. I don't want my name to appear on such a paper."
"Yes, sir." Lucien felt he just sweated a lot. Although Fernando did not yell at him, Lucien still suffered greatly hearing all the mistakes he made in this draft when Fernando pointed them out one by one. Because he relied on himself when writing half of the paper, Lucien knew that he would make a lot of mistakes, but he was still under huge pressure just now.
Before Fernando picked up these letters again, Lucien hurriedly said, "Sir, I'm applying for starting a research group. This is my application."
"Research group? Are you still not busy enough?" Fernando took over the application form, "Atom… Atom Institution. What a big topic… Umm…'The institution aims at studying the relationship between the periodicity of elements and atoms, exploring more factors resulting in the characters of elements and atoms', combining the findings with elemental, electromagnetic, light-darkness spells, etc. In conclusion, the institution is established to facilitate the development of elemental magic and arcana system…'"
It seemed that Fernando was a bit amused when reading Lucien's application. Fernando did not take a serious attitude toward it. "So… you need a big and fully-equipped lab, a lot of precious materials, and lots of arcana points as allowance. Young man, you don't get funds like this. This general, ambiguous application will not be approved by Magic Research Board. And you seem to be quite ambitious. You want to turn this into a long-term research? That'll make your application even harder."
Lucien was prepared, "I think… I think the way that the Congress currently reviews all the applications is to some degree quite short-sighted. Arcana is developing very quickly, and there are new fields emerging all the time. The new fields are not specific yet but we cannot give them up, nor can we merely rely on the senior arcanists' private researches. The resources should be allocated equally, so more arcanists can be involved. This is another reason why I want to set up Atom Institution. I believe that more and more arcanists have realized the importance of studying atoms since the periodicity was found."
When he was saying that, he looked rather serious.
"You made me feel I was listening to a speech in the city council…" Fernando grinned. "Tell me more about how you understand atoms. If you want to win my support, you have to persuade me first."
Lucien knew that the cunning, old grand arcanist would not be deceived easily. He had to go further on this topic.
Lucien's brain quickly worked and he tried to be very cautious with his words, "Since the periodicity was found, I've been seeking for something deeper behind the laws, but I was at a total loss. Then, by chance, the idea struck me that maybe we should step out of Atom Theory and question what we think we've already known. If atoms are the smallest units as people believe, why the features of atoms vary so differently?"
Lucien paused a bit. Fernando looked at him thoughtfully.
"Maybe…" Lucien was a bit hesitant, "Maybe an atom can still be further divided!"


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

It seemed that as long as Xia Ling did not make a sound, he would carry her to the end of the world.
* 
Mid-term exam.
Sitting in the exam room, Qi Yan and Xia Ling were in their respective exam rooms.
Holding a pen, they sat on the seats in the exam room.
For the first time, looking at the exam paper in front of him, at a glance, he realized that most of the exam questions were exercises he had done.
There was no longer that kind of confusion when facing the exam paper, there was no place to start.
Shaking his head, Qi Yan chuckled at himself.
Dang Kang had succeeded in the end!
Under her hands, he had yet to become a top student, but he had been lifted up from the bottom of his class.
Then, the bell rang.
Everyone was seriously working on the exam papers. Qi Yan held a pen and was also working seriously.
The invigilators were all from his own school.
Looking at the handsome Qi Yan, the invigilator was used to him filling up the exam papers, but the answers were all wrong.
Qi Yan's handwriting was good, and Qi Yan's knowledge was useless. This was known by the entire school.
The invigilator saw that Qi Yan had been holding the pen since the beginning of the exam.
After the exam had gone on for some time, he couldn't help but walk to Qi Yan's side.
...
Standing slightly beside Qi Yan, the teacher saw Qi Yan's answer card.
Uh, the fourth question, it seemed to be a rather odd one. Did Qi Yan write it correctly?
The sixth question, expanded translation of classical Chinese... ...
Qi Yan's translation was quite good.
So, looking at all the questions, Qi Yan did quite well. How was he an idiot It was probably an average result.
An average result was an idiot Didn't that mean half of his class was a dumbass?
For the first time in his life, the teacher had doubts about the definition of the word 'dumbass' .
* 
He calmly walked out of the exam room.
Qi Yan's attitude on the exam looked lazy to others. They thought that he was still the same as before, randomly filling up and gathering enough answers.
However, although he looked calm on the outside, Qi Yan's heart was on fire. These few days, there was a blister in his mouth.
For this midterm exam, Xia Ling told him that as long as he could pass her, she would officially agree to his pursuit.
The subjects for the exam were Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, and biology.
Qi Yan knew what he was capable of. He would not be able to pass Dang Kang in the three main courses.
Dang Kang was very smart. When he started working on these questions, his logic was sharp. He had not studied hard for twelve years, so his foundation was completely empty.
Qi Yan's only hope was chemistry.
As long as he completed the chemistry exam, he would be even with Xia Ling.
In mathematics, there was a symbol that was greater than or equal to when comparing the size.
They both had the same results. Was it because he cheated a little, which also meant that he had met Xia Ling's requirements?
Therefore, this mid-term exam was very important to Qi Yan.
* 
The matter between him and Xia Ling.
If it was anyone else, Xia Ling treated him like a donkey that was pulling a mill and tying a carrot in front of it.
The donkey looked at the carrot. It could not reach its mouth, but it would go on endlessly.
However, Love was like drinking water. It knew its own warmth and coldness.
Qi Yan liked Xia ling and indulged her.
His Dang Kang had always been a little spoiled.
No matter how much he refused to let go, it was still his pampering.
Moreover, he and she had made countless requests in front of him.
And he had also asked for a lot of benefits.
When he was used to studying, he would stay under the cherry blossom tree with her.
The two of them would read, do questions, and discuss together.
Sometimes, when they were a little sleepy from reading, Qi Yan would let her lean on his shoulder and rest for a while.
Looking at her sleeping face, the faint fragrance on her body, and her scent mixed together.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

In the Myers language, there was a set term for a concept—the revenge of mages.
The term had existed before the Ancient Myers tongue came into being. In actuality, the term itself had always been an independent one, harking back even before the Mark of Hatred existed. The Mark of Hatred used by the gods was actually something learned from mages.
Mages hardly spoke of vengeance, as everything was built upon the concept of equivalent exchange for them, and that included battles. When a mage was really enraged, they would plant a seed of vengeance on their enemies. The seed was something that could be sensed by other mages, attracting enmity towards the target.
Offending a mage meant having such vengeance perpetuated, until the soul of the target was no longer intact.
One was allowed to kill a mage, but one was never allowed to make a mage feel like they were being treated unfairly. Revenge of mages would be visited upon the one making said mage feel unfairly treated otherwise. It was a powerful mental type spell, and only usable by those of very high levels. When the power of humanity had fallen, people gradually forgot about the spell, leaving only the principle that one should treat mages well.
If one shall obtain something, one shall pay the equivalent price.
Earl Sufonso had offended Saleen and did it in a very bad way. If he sent people after Saleen, even if he were to persist until Saleen was reduced to mush, Saleen would not blame him for anything. Regardless of what started the feud, it was a fact that Saleen had killed someone else's son.
Earl Sufonso had torn down Saleen's family grave and did so in a very thorough manner. When Saleen had first returned to the stone house outside of the city, he had already sent the leader of the Midnight Fang to investigate. The result was that nothing was left.
Earl Sufonso had gone too far. To the people of the Myers Mainland, graves were something that should never be defiled no matter what. Saleen had lived a poor, wretched life since he was a child. What Earl Sufonso did was akin to driving a knife deep into Saleen's heart. Saleen was still able to feel the pain even then, as such, he would have never given up getting his revenge.
Saleen thought differently compared to how he thought it once. It was appropriate to punish only the one responsible for matters like that. In Earl Sufonso's case, he had someone else helping him with the task. Saleen had not want to drag others into it, unless...
He called for Nailisi and handed her a letter, ordering her to deliver it to the magic tower of Yaoyang City. If his teacher still held enmity towards that mage, he would let his teacher to get rid of them himself. He had no intentions of destroying that magic tower, unless that mage themself got in his way of exacting his revenge against Sufonso.
If possible, Saleen would have rather not get anyone else, not even a single person, into that.
"Master, if it was up to me, I'd do it how we did to Ironwall City. Send 300 metal flyers there, and Yaoyang City would be razed within hours. Why all the extra trouble?" Nailisi asked with full intention to incite his hatred further taking the letter.
"What we did to Ironwall City, we will never do a second time. Doing it once was for deterrence. Do it twice, and we'll make everyone feel dread looming above them. If we go that way, no one else will be able to tolerate the existence of our nation any longer. They will have to get rid of us, before they can go get rid of Qin. Do you understand that reasoning?"
"I do, I do, master. So, what I meant was, can't we at least go scare them a bit?"
"What makes you think I haven't done that already? Just go and get back before it gets dark. There is hardly anyone that can be of use to me here in Ceylon City." Saleen dismissed Nailisi with a smile, before taking out the dimension stone and releasing the Magical Element Tower. He then began crafting equipment for Lex. He had bagged massive amounts of red crystals, so much so that he was able to afford to splurge however he wanted. Lex was very good with fire magic, and Saleen decided to make her something specific for that.
Nailisi had recovered from her injuries in the past several days. Her devil form was severely damaged with its heart half-melted. It was fortunate that they had the body of the divine baby and the power of faith within that body with them, as well as the dead bodies of nearly 1,000 blue monsters. All that enabled Nailisi's devil form to quickly heal.
She knew that Saleen wanted to get rid of Sufonso with his own hands, and thus dared not do anything to him herself. All she did there was to simply make her way to Yaoyang City in her devil form, with the letter in her hand.
Her new devil form sported three heads and four arms, and the wings were gone. Nailisi ran across the plains instead of flying by using demon magic. She did not bother hiding her aura, as her near grade-10 powers meant that no magic beasts would dare get near her. With the two extra arms growing on her back, manifesting devil wings became quite troublesome, as she had to put those arms away first. At that moment, she liked the speed she was running at.
Ceylon City was less than 500 miles away from Yaoyang City. Due to problems with the roads, a long detour would be necessary. Nailisi however, went in a straight line by scaling the mountains in her way instead.
She reached the outside of Yaoyang City before noon. Nailisi took a look at Yaoyang City from far and saw a pass.
If Ceylon did not have a port, the passage northward on land would have effectively been locked down by Yaoyang City. Merchants and armies were unable to simply scale mountains like Nailisi after all.
Nailisi smiled. While Yaoyang City was indeed tall, it paled sorely in comparison to Ironwall City. There was no sea to be found there, meaning the place had no retreat. On a narrow plain, one such city would pose as quite an obstacle to conventional armies. In the case of Saleen's army however, he could have easily razed the place if he wanted to.
A seven-floored tower stood outside the city. Nailisi's eyes were good enough to enable her to see the topmost floor, and there was yet another piece jutting out. It seemed that the sorcerer within was about to advance to grade-8.
Yaoyang City's gates were shut tight, and the place seemed to be in a recession. Nailisi's smile turned to a cold smirk. "So, Earl Sufonso knows Saleen is back, eh? And what? He thought he'd be safe by just shutting the gates?"
She opened her purgatory of devils and summoned 1000 demons. Nailisi became able to open large openings to her Twelve Notes of Purgatory, and her rate of summoning whatever lied within grew several times faster as a result, unlike how she used to need the beings to actually form lines to get in and out.
All 1000 demons came well equipped and followed Nailisi to the tower. The magic tower did not launch any attack. Nailisi stood about 100 yards away from the tower and called for one of the demons. She handed the letter to it and had it deliver the letter to the magic tower.
Hu An, the sorcerer of the tower, felt conflicted seeing the demon army from afar. If it had been in the past, he would have launched an attack and even took some for his research. Now? Everyone knew the king of Metatrin commanded an army of demons.
If he was to attack those demons, his days would be numbered.
Curiosity killed the cat as they say. Regardless of how tempting the research potential would have proven, it was far less than enough to have Hu An make a move. He was even anxious, as he heard Saleen had already taken Ceylon City and had begun expanding the place, even building fortifications. "It seemed that he was there to stay. What would happen to me if I attacked? I know well of Saleen's feud with Sufonso from way back."
There was no peaceful resolution to it. If he had been the one who had his family grave wrecked, he would not have even endured for as long; he would have thought of ways to kill Sufonso off as soon as possible. The reason why Saleen had bothered enduring for so long, was because he had his eyes set on taking all of Yaoyang City.
Seeing the tall demon walking in, Hu An asked his apprentice to get out there to greet the demon. Said apprentice's legs were shaking as soon as he saw the demon, yet they dared not defy the orders of the sorcerer.
The ugly demon did nothing unbecoming however, and simply handed the letter to the apprentice, and then went outside the tower to wait. Hu An felt an itch as he saw the demon.
The air about the demon said that the being was a true warrior. While Hu An's mind was still somewhere else, the apprentice brought him the letter.
The letter was not a large one, and it did not bear a wax seal. Hu An took out the paper and was already shaken before he read the content—Saleen had used starline paper to write the letter.
Astrologers went extinct a long time ago, and such materials suitable for making scrolls were only seen in Alchemy City. Such papers were also several times the price of conventional scroll paper.
The content of the letter was simple and to the point. The content, which was written with Dragon's Blood Ink, read as followed: Sir mage, please leave Yaoyang City. Or else this place will be turned into yet another Ironwall City.
The signature said Saleen Metatrin.
Hu An's mind was shaken, and the starline paper burned all the sudden. It was a hidden spell triggered by his own mental powers. Saleen meant this as a warning instead of an attempt to sneak up on him. A sorcerer such as him was hardly seen as a threat to someone like Saleen.
Hu An had ran the possibilities in his head. He had even imagined Saleen hiring him with a handsome offer, or at least bribing him to leave. He was, after all, a grade-8 sorcerer, and he would not be considered weak wherever he went.
Saleen had only sent a letter, and the content of which was insulting.
Hu An clenched the ashes left in his hands until his knuckles turned white. He could even hear his joints popping lightly. "That Saleen is just too much." He relaxed his hands and let the scraps fall, as his mood calmed. "I can't get angry. No getting pissed off right now." Saleen was right to seek revenge. He had offended yet another mage who spoke in Saleen's favor back then. Strictly speaking, he should be on Saleen's hit list as well.
Hu An kept consoling himself. Despite Saleen's rude and aggressive way of going about it, the man had at least differentiated himself from Sufonso. He looked at the 1000 demons standing outside the tower and the one leading them. He saw no choice but to suppress his anger.
"What right do I have to get angry? Is it to say that I should stay to help Sufonso?"
Ironwall City had nine magic towers and three grade-9 sorcerers guarding the place, yet the city fell all the same. Yaoyang City be no match for Saleen's might.
As to the question of whether Saleen dared to go on a killing spree, what happened to Ironwall City was an answer in itself. More than 1,000,000 died within that battle alone. There were not many in Yaoyang City, and that meant Saleen would do anything at that point.
The head of the demons walked up to the tower as he was still thinking of what to write in reply to Saleen. The demon slowly took to the air. Hu An's eyes were dazed with shock. Such means of flight meant that the demon was grade-9.
"Grade-9? That's a supreme demon!"
Seeing Nailisi's three-headed form, Hu An was rendered dumbfounded, and looked rather unlike a sorcerer.
"Open the window, and talk," Nailisi said to the tower.
Hu An activated the magic array and opened a window. He was not even aware that he was being ordered around by the demon.
"You..." Hu An was at a loss of words seeing the demon in front of him.
"Mage, my master needs you to leave. Before you go, I need you to do something for me," Nailisi's head facing forward said to him.


It is said that the true meaning of a mage is to fully understand the truth of the world. A mage named Saleen Metatrin goes on many missions as a normal mage to try and change his fate. This in turn led to many problems and adventures.  

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