You see i got these ideas in my mind but I don’t know how to write a novel so i will try writing my ideas so others can make one from them. Just tell me the title if you made it from my idea.

Well… We've finally come to the end of Spirit Immortal. 

Hehe, I bet you guys didn't see it coming right? The cover of the book was actually the ending scene of the entire story! Haha, I did well to keep it under wraps for the two years I've been writing this story! Finally, I get to share it all with you!

For those that had stuck with me for the near two years, I've been posting Spirit Immortal… It's been quite the hell of a ride. There were many days where I wanted to quit writing this story and there were many times where I just wanted to say: "Fuck it! Let me just leave everything and just tell you the outline of Spirit Immortal straight up!" However, because of you guys, I gritted my teeth and completed the story. 

So… Before I begin the FINAL Author's Thoughts of Spirit Immortal, I want to give a huge thank you for all who supported me. Especially my Patrons, who had actually invested money into Spirit Immortal even though you guys didn't have to. There are some of you who have invested hundreds of dollars to support this project of mine and I don't know how else I could repay you for your continued support... 

Honestly, I lack the words to describe my gratitude, so I can only say this…

Thank you all for being the rock in my life, guiding me to complete the story that I dreamed about so many years back…

Alright, enough of the emotional stuff! Let's get to the real meat of the Author's Thoughts. This will be my longest Author's Thoughts yet so if you lack the time, you really don't have to read it all. However, for those that had read Spirit Immortal all the way, I'm sure that you'll find it all very interesting.

Let me divide it into sections first, just to keep me on track. Firstly, I'll be discussing the overall story of Spirit Immortal. How I conceived it from a theory that I had, the inspirations I took and ultimately… The ending that I'm sure only a percentage of you saw coming.

Secondly, I'll be talking about the challenges I had writing Spirit Immortal. My journey from a teenager in university that had no clue about how to write, to the man that I am now. The challenges that a new author in the web novel genre will come to face and hopefully, it'll teach any of you aspiring authors to not repeat the same mistakes that I'd made.

Thirdly, I'll be writing about the things that I would have done differently (ie, the things that I would want to do in future when writing future stories). Also, the lessons learnt that I wish to impart on my future self, as well as any budding authors reading this. 

Finally… I'm going to talk about my future works and how I'll be approaching writing web novels in the future.

It's going to be a long ride since I'll be trying to condense two years worth of experience into one document, so please bear with me.

Story of Spirit Immortal
As many of you know, I am a fan of Wuxia/Xianxia novels. They have played an integral part of my teenage life, giving me content to binge through while I rode through my schooling years. By now, you should be familiar with how I got into Wuxia/Xianxia, so I'll skip the long introduction and get to the reason why I imagined Spirit Immortal as a Wuxia.

I had a different take about Immortality than the other novels.

It was really as simple as that. In traditional novels, like Coiling Dragon or Doulou Dalu, the ultimate goal for the protagonist was to become an Immortal. Some even have realms above the Immortal Realm and they continually become stronger until they reach Godhood. It's a tale that we've all read before. However, my thoughts about Immortality are a little different.

I don't believe that Eternal Life exists. Or at the very least, not in the way Wuxia/Xianxia novels portray it. Let me explain.

What does Immortal mean? A literal definition means, not mortal. So, before we get to that, let's define what mortal means first. A mortal is any living thing that exists in reality, doing their best to continue their ultimate goal… To live. See, it doesn't matter if you are a human or a dog, a tree or a pig. We're all living creatures fighting against our final destination… death. As much as we don't like to admit it, all living things will die one day. That's what makes them 'living' in the first place. We have immune systems to protect against viruses. Possess various traits that will help us survive in our reality. Legs to run, arms to hunt, mouths to eat, sexual organs to reproduce…

All of these attributes are what makes us mortal. Which means that the desires that come from these attributes are also mortal desires. We hunger to live. We lust to reproduce and further on our genetic lineage. We anger to pump ourselves into action to defend our survival. Every single emotion that humans feel are linked to one main thing… To live. Even trees, which are effectively mortal, respond to changes and adapt to live. 

So what happens when you turn Immortal? All of our survival instincts, all of our desires that make us mortal… It all goes away. 

We will no longer want to do anything because we've already lost our most primal need to survive. Hunger becomes redundant since you won't die. Sexual desires disappear since there's no need for you to reproduce anymore. Feelings of anger, sadness, anxiety, fear… All of them would be stripped bare of any mortal. 

Once we become 'Immortal' we cease being 'Mortal'. Sounds stupid to say out loud, but in most cultivation novels, the protagonist becomes Immortal but still acts as a Mortal. Desiring to grow stronger even though he/she has obtained eternal life. Lusting over new girls in the new realm. Feeling emotions that no Immortal should have… All of these got me wondering…

How could I make a story about an Immortal with this logic that I have?

And then it hit me… The journey.

I have to make a journey tale, one where the protagonist starts from nothing and obtains everything that he'd ever thought possible. And it's not like the journey was perfect. Shin lost people on the way. Learned lessons from a myriad of characters. Took on the journey of life to become the 'perfect hero' that was slated to become the next 'Immortal.' And at the end of it all… He'll realise that Immortality was just a lie made up by humans to feel better about his mortality. 

All humans live. All humans die. In the end, what really matters is the journey that we all take while we're living. It doesn't matter if you become a successful billionaire or a struggling pauper. It doesn't matter if you get to live your dreams or be a recluse that loves to watch shows all day. As long as you're satisfied with your life's journey. That's all that matters.

At least, that was what I was trying to convey in Spirit Immortal.

Remember when I said that I wanted to finish this story because I wanted all of you to see my ending? The ending that I created was to show what my thoughts were about mortality. The life of a mortal, the journey that said mortal would take and finally… The end that no one can escape from. Spirit Immortal isn't a story about Immortality like other Wuxias. It's a story about… Mortality.

I'll be the first to admit. I lost control over the story of Spirit Immortal halfway through writing it. The original storyboard was for Shin to have a single drive (Ariel's resurrection) to carry him all the way to the ending. The ending that would reveal that the Immortal Realm doesn't exist and they were all cogs in a wheel to power the World Spirit. However, as I wrote more settings, introduced more characters, the storyline became more convoluted.

I'm an author that doesn't like to keep things rigid. As I keep adding new things into the story, it would morph whatever narrative I'm trying to write. Kanari's introduction as the secondary love interest was the major turning point for Spirit Immortal as well. I'd initially thought of Kanari as a friend character that was ultimately there only to fuel Shin's growth and to eventually meet Ariel. However, as I'd thought about it… Would Shin really behave that way when a beauty and good-hearted person like Kanari was chasing him? Was love truly eternal and could Shin only be single-minded about one person till the very end.

Then there were more realistic scenarios that I could think of which broke Shin's motivations. Even if Yggdrasil was real and Shin resurrected Ariel, he would still be a mature adult while Ariel would be a fifteen-year-old girl. Was that really realistic for Shin to ignore Kanari, a beautiful woman who had been chasing him when he was a hormonal youth, for a future with an uncertain Ariel.

And finally, I wanted to put in the family aspect into Shin's cultivation life. Family was an important aspect of all human beings. It's what fuels our evolution as a race and what drives us to live yet another day. So, Shin has to have a family before he ascends. So that he could make the final decision that he made at the end…

To not return to Earth and warn people that Immortality was a choice that Shin had to make. The world needs to have this cycle. Cultivators trying to ascend to Immortality, only to become energy for the new generation to rise up. That completes the evolution cycle of the Spirit Immortal world and Shin can only understand that if he has children of his own.

I've hidden many clues throughout the early books about the true nature of the Immortal Realm as well. Remember in Book 1 when I said the Spirit Immortals "burst into energy?" Also, in Book 2, the Mushinkei, the Frie Clan's house in Chilyoja Waypoint, means "Godless" in Japanese. And who could forget the easiest clue that I gave you all? Dexsot Teinost? Literally you can rearrange the words to form "It does not exist." Yes, yes. Very similar to the Harry Potter one with Voldermolt, but still! None of you got it! I even made it clear that I like scrambling words around with the Frie and Awter Clan all the way back in Book 1! 

Challenges
The challenges of being a writer, particularly an online one, is a completely foreign concept to me when I first started writing. I began to write because of my love of it and I'd thought that it would be easy. There are literally thousands of stories online and they each had their own unique flair. Some of them were terrible, some of them were masterpieces. And well… I got inspired by both types.

The masterpieces made me fall in love with stories. The shit stories made me realise… Anyone could write. Particularly online when there were no gatekeepers like traditional books. So even someone like me, who has bad English and horrendous storytelling skills can actually write something to the masses. 

Thinking back, I really was young and naive.

The most challenging part of being a novelist isn't the lack of time, which believe me, I was always swamped. It wasn't even the social toll that it takes. I had to give up many social events or at least plan ahead many weeks because I stuck to this daily schedule of releasing a chapter a day. 

The most challenging part of being a novelist is… Writer fatigue. 

There were so many days that I just couldn't type a single word. I didn't know how to pen my story. I didn't know how to write my settings. I didn't want to write anything because of how burnt out I was… I lost all my love for Spirit Immortal after consistently writing about it for two years. I couldn't bring myself to the keyboard, distracting myself with youtube videos and other entertainment means.

I would miss the days where my fingers would dance on the keyboard. I remember there was once I wrote a thousand words in an hour, and ten thousand words in a day. However, at my lowest point of my writer's fatigue. I couldn't even write a thousand words a day. 

That's why as the story neared its end, the quality kept dropping. I couldn't bring myself to write two thousand words a day, which was the limit I placed on myself and could only come down to a thousand words. It was heart-wrenching, knowing that I was responsible for the dip in quality in Spirit Immortal, the story that all of you readers spent your valuable time to read. 

I could spin a thousand excuses. Not enough time to write. Meeting up with my friends. Real-life obligations. Real-life work comes first. However, all in all, the main reason why I couldn't write… It's because I was tired. I was falling out of love with Spirit Immortal, even though it was the story that I dreamt into reality. I wanted to keep writing, but the author inside of me didn't exist in the shape that he used to be in.

BUT! I'm glad I faced all of those challenges, particularly with my first long-form novel. I now know what challenges lie ahead of me and I know what I must do from now on. To not just grow as an author, but as a person as well. 

Lessons learnt
Major lesson learnt… Spend more time storyboarding, and less time writing. A chapter a day is all well and good, but if the quality is shit, why bother? So I decided from here on out. I will no longer be releasing daily chapters. Maybe I'll be releasing three or four chapters a week, or even less. I can't tell you for sure right now. This is to prevent burning out once again.

Writing is not equal to authoring. I'd thought that as long as I crafted a good story, I could be a good writer. However, I now know that I'm shit at writing. My English is bad, and my execution is subpar at best. So I will be learning more from other novels to hopefully bolster up my bad writing skills. I will keep evolving, or at least, that's my hope. I will come back a better writer that could flawlessly execute the marvellous stories that I crafted in my head.

The Future of Linodo
Easy. I'm not quitting just because I'd finished Spirit Immortal. I will be continuing my second story, "When the Lilyflower Blooms..." while writing my new standalone book which I had been putting off for the longest time. I won't be returning to Wuxia/Xianxia books because I realise I'm not cut out for this genre. I can't write the 1000-2000 chapters that the undying Chinese Authors can. I can only go for so long before I burn out. 

So Lilyflower will be my comeback in an alternate genre, magical reality. I plan to write Lilyflower for about 100-200 chapters, 300 max. I don't want to keep my story never-ending and open-ended. I just want to make sure that the journey is fun for all of you. 

I won't be writing a Spirit Immortal sequel or any short stories from here on out. If I want to move on, I have to close this chapter called 'Spirit Immortal' from my life. If you guys want, you can privately message me about the theories of Spirit Immortal and I'll be sure to discuss anything that you want. However, for the most part, my creativity will now be focused on Lilyflower and the other stories that I have conceived thus far.

The End
So yeah… That's it for Spirit Immortal! I hope you've enjoyed these two years as much as I did. No matter what I say about this story, no matter how much time I've lost writing this and spending my heart's emotions on it… Spirit Immortal will always be a part of me. It would be a story that I would return to every once in a while to laugh at my young mind and enjoy thinking about forever after.

Thank you for reading Spirit Immortal and may the Immortals bless your soul! :)

Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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Tags: Action, Comedy, Romance, Fantasy, Drama, Male Lead, Tragedy.

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A place where time does not exist existed. Wait no, let me correct that.
A place where time is insignificant existed. Now, that's better.

You may not believe it, but how can I not?  I am living- I mean, staying here and I have one job.

To write.

Everyone here has one job, a job unique to us. Work that we will perform until we leave this place.

Before we entered this place, we were given choices - to do a job here or go to where our souls belong. I chose the former because I felt it was the right choice.

Maybe, I was anticipating that I can finally have my dream job, which is writing, or it was just curiosity. Whatever it may be, it was enough to make me choose to do a job.

Luckily, being a writer was still on the list of available jobs. Editing, which no one chose since the beginning, would've been my second choice.

Writing was my passion, but I never got to do it. I don't even know if I had talent in it since I died too early. Be a doctor or an engineer, then live your life - that's how I was supposed to live.

But after becoming a doctor, I got here. I never got to live my life. Anyway, enough drama.

Unlike the living dimension, talent doesn't matter here. Choose a job, and you'll be able to do it without hiccups.


Want to read without being bored? Here, you can memorize anything you read.

Was your body way too stiff for a simple dance move? In here, just a movement of your hand would be elegant like a ballerina.

You have one job that you can do to your heart's content. But then, you must be wondering, how can we leave?

I honestly don't know. Aside from our jobs, we can't do anything else. Even talking is not allowed - another person already has that job.


Well, I don't care. All I want is to write, write, and write. That's everything for me.

Everything was perfect until the day when the dimension was fully packed came.

"We have an announcement, ladies and gentlemen: All the jobs are taken, and we will temporarily close the dimension. I repeat, All the jobs are taken..."


By the way, that was Wei, the guy who had the announcer job. I told you, even talking was a job.


Back to the main point, closing the dimension? I couldn't care less about the others who just came here for fun, but how about those who wanted to be here like me? Will they wait for eternity until the dimension opens up again, or will they automatically go to either of the two places?


Well, I only have one way to answer that. I'll need to write about this.

We all live, we all die. But have you ever wondered what really happens after we die?

I thought my end would be either at those two places but a dimension where time does not exist, existed.

In here, we all have one job. One can clean anything, another can teach anything. And mine?

Well, I can write anything. Even things I never knew in my whole lifetime, I can write about it.

I never knew what love is. I never knew what it feels to be loved or to love.

Will a pen really be enough to know? Should I write about the thing called "love"?

Is love that shallow?

I don't think so.

~~

Join 'Writer' and the fam as they uncover their life's biggest secret. This is a bit of a 'slice of life' genre (I think?) although the setting is on the afterlife.

Anyway, hoping for your support! (*ehem* PowerStones *ehem*)

*****

Eden just lies down on her sleeping bag inside her tent, a flickering candle providing a dim light beside her as she flipped the pages of her journal in the beginning first pages to where she had written her first entries from when the zombie apocalypse began, how it started and when it started.

Eden's gaze was almost distant as she read the written entries again as she remembered those dark horrific time that happened so suddenly a year before.

She decided to write another entry to her recent one, reached for her pen that was there beside the candle, and despite the low dim light, she can see very well to read and write even in the dark.

*****

JOURNAL ENTRY: DAY UNKNOWN, 8TH MONTH AUGUST, 2XXX

Hey, it's me again, Eden.

I had to write this down just so you can get the idea of how long has it been since I had remembered on when, where, and how this apocalypse all began.

It had all happened and started so suddenly that anyone including me wouldn't have expected it at all or was even prepared for it.

It was just a year ago that it all began.

Starting the first days when I first moved into this city, thinking that this place might be the chance I'm looking to have a normal life.  Me finding and living a simple apartment, searching and working in a normal job and so on as normal and simple like that.

But I didn't know that everything was going to change.

Just go to the beginning.

And you'll understand.

*****

Eden finished writing, put her pen aside and then flipped to the first pages again, reading the first entries once more before the candle goes out and she goes to sleep peacefully for another night.

Her mind wandered off as she read her first written entries again, remembering those times.

*****

A YEAR AGO BEFORE APOCALYPSE

Eden was so happy that she felt like screaming with joy as she finally putting the last storage box into the storage room inside her new and cheap apartment she's now living in, after moving into the metropolitan city.

She looked around at her space which is already filled with furniture and stuff and decently made up in a simple homely appearance.

She was happy at this kind of simple set-up for she isn't like most people who wanted to decorate in a fancy or messy way.

Once she double-checks everything and saw that everything is all fixed up and fitted to her satisfaction, she went straight towards her desk where a newly-bought big book is at the top and a new pen is there beside it.

She opened it, almost caressing her new personal item like it's a treasure and then started writing on the first blank page.

*****

JOURNAL ENTRY: 1ST DAY, 1ST MONTH JANUARY, 2XXX

Hi! This is Eden, the new owner, and writer of this new journal.

I just moved here into the metropolitan city.  But I will not write here exactly where and who I am, because if ever I lost this book somewhere in the city whenever and wherever I bring it along, I'd rather not have some stranger find out even if it's a kind Samaritan one or something.

There are plenty of other journals in the world obviously, so it's not a loss that I lost this one, even if it's like a diary to me.

It's not like I don't care if someone did read what's inside it since it's just some random stuff I write in here about what I'm doing in my life, what my thoughts are and venting out my frustrations.

Anyway, I'm getting a little sidetracked.

I just found and moved into a new apartment, it's simple and luckily cheap.  And it's in a good neighborhood where I don't have to worry about coming home late at night and worry about some gangsters that are going to be roaming about the streets.

Not that I don't know whether there are in this city I moved in.  But I hope there aren't some here.

Seriously, all I want and wish for in my life is a quiet and peaceful normal life for once.

Since the beginning when I was a kid, my whole life has been noisy, hectic and a complete mess with me being someone used something like a punching bag verbally or used as an outlet from my own family's frustrations.

Don't get me wrong. I love my family and I do really.

But for once in the former past of my life, would it be nice for them to at least not try to use me as a verbal punching bag for almost all my life?

I have ignored them or tuned them out whenever they talked bad to me as if I didn't do anything good in my life, since my high school, college and now my first ex-job days.

Hey, all I want is just normal life.  That's it.

Simply put, it's not like I want to go anywhere if I had super-high grades or anything.

I don't want to be one of those people looking for supreme and high-end rich jobs that will provide so much for me and my family.

That's not me at all.

Sure, my whole family has been medium-poor in a way of sorts.  But it's not like we're about to go homeless so soon.

That's just me sounding a bit selfish for myself but I'm telling the truth here.

Anyway, I finally had enough and when I secretly saved enough money for myself, I left my family behind without looking back except leaving a simple note and then moved away to this city so that I can firmly become a sole independent.

Most of my life, I have been doing something for my life, it's just that my family didn't even consider listening to me or giving me a chance to show it.

Well, who cares about them?

As the saying goes, they'll reap what they sow when the time comes.

So right now, before I finish writing this entry.  I'm about to go to my new job, which it's only a part-time job as an office assistant in a small firm during the day and cashier at a small grocery store during the night.

Though it's part-time, I'm just content with that. I have enough money saved up for myself that's with me kept safe and hidden in cash and the one in my bank account.

I'm off to bath and get ready for work.

So stay tuned for more! (smiles, laughter)

I'm writing this in my journal to liven it up and lighten up a little.

I'll be writing my next entry and tell you how my first days go here in my new normal life at this new place.

*****

After Eden finished writing her first entry in her new book journal, she stopped and put down her pen and sighed and stretched her arms up high as if instantly tired from writing and then rotated her neck around to heal the strain she's feeling inside.

Then she turned her head to look at the curtained windows beside her and the desk she's sitting next to and slowly stood from her chair and went over to it.

Eden moved the curtains a bit, staring at the grand and beautiful view before her which is going to be usual and normal in her new life.

She wouldn't trade it for anything and if ever in the future that something goes wrong, she won't go back to her life before and keep on trying and moving forward to stay and live in the city.

Then she let the curtains fall back into covering her windows and she walked to her bathroom to shower and prepare herself for her new part-time jobs and start working in her first days living and working in the city.

Little did Eden know, it is that her whole life is going to change.

In an unexpected way that she had never expected and wasn't prepared for it.

*****

It was exactly 7 days later, right there in the same apartment at the same city Eden is living in for only a week now.

Eden came bursting through the door like a bomb just exploded from outside and she ran for cover in her apartment instantly.

She quickly slammed shut and locked the door with the double locks latched as well and she panted heavily as if she was running a long marathon.

Then Eden seemed urgent and panicked and felt like she had to write in her journal to calm herself down from what she seemed to saw or witnessed before.

*****

JOURNAL ENTRY: 7TH DAY, 1ST MONTH JANUARY, YEAR 2XXX

Holy Mary Mother herself and Jesus Christ himself too!

Sorry, I wrote this so suddenly that I couldn't help but do it.

I'm sure you're wondering why I'm suddenly writing and looking a bit frantic in this entry.

Well, something happened that I didn't expect it at all and I'm pretty sure that the people aren't as well when they saw the news and heard stories and rumors about it.

I don't exactly know when, where and how it happened.

But it did so suddenly that I wasn't even prepared for it.

This is how it all started in the beginning.

I'm writing it all here in my journal.

The first days of the apocalypse.

*****

*****

I am alone.
In a Zombie Apocalypse.
I'm on a self-journey to find more survivors or trying to find a safe place.
Or I'm just living through it and surviving all by myself.
Listen to my story.
Listen or read about my survival.
It is all here in my SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL

*****

A lone survivor.
Since the beginning of the Apocalypse.
She survives through a hellish fallen world.
With nothing but her wits and a few skills that she has from her former normal life and learned throughout the apocalypse.
Listen to her tale.
Listen to what she has gone through in her survival through everything and how she managed to stay alive.
Listen or Read her SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL.

*****

"How long have you been alone?"

"Since the very beginning."

"How did you survive by yourself?"

"Nothing.  Nothing but with just my wits and a few skills and smarts that I have learned throughout everything."

"I'm surprised you're even sane and alive for so long and being alone."

"Oh, I'm not alone.  I have my journal."

*****
(Author's Note: This is a fictional story.  It is not based in real life at all.)

Elsewhere, Fu Fusheng was still waiting in the detention center. He didn't get any good news, but received word that Wu Yuanji had been caught alive. Fu Fusheng was instantly full of despair as he slumped down in his chair. According to the police at the detention center, a lot of Fu Fusheng's hair turned white overnight.
Wu Yuanji was placed in Spirit Shackles and stripped of his shadow form on the spot.
When Gao Tian asked Wu Yuanji why he was able to exhibit such power, Wu Yuanji's answer startled everyone.
"Frozen dumplings. I ate a pack of frozen dumplings," Wu Yuanji said.
"Frozen dumplings again?" Chief Zhao's eyes were wide open. After Zheng Tianqiang's confession, Chief Zhao had gone to buy a pack that night! And it was even the broccoli-flavored frozen dumplings produced by the Office of Strategic Deception! This pack of frozen dumplings was even more expensive than the broccoli produced by the Office of Strategic Deception! One might as well buy broccoli themselves to mash for their own dumplings!
"What is the filling for the dumplings?" Even Gao Tian couldn't help but be curious.
"Three delicacies; I remember that they were nutritious dumplings that are especially suitable for pregnant women," said Wu Yuanji.
"Why did you eat that sort of thing? Are you pregnant?" Little Silver had an astonished look on his face.
"I also have office staff I need to pay. This pack of frozen dumplings was in the returned goods section, and was cheap."
"The returned goods section again…"
Gao Tian lowered his head in thought.
Returned goods section. Frozen dumplings. Nutritious dumplings especially for pregnant women… This basic information was identical to the content of Father Zheng's confession back then.
Could it be that some manufacturer was using these frozen dumplings as an experiment, and adding illicit medicine to them?
Gao Tian thought of this possibility.
It was everyone's responsibility to bust drugs and illicit medicine, and the people of the world should pay attention to this issue – how many families had been destroyed because of drugs and illicit medicine? How many anti-drug officers had been sacrificed on the frontline because of these hateful drug dealers?
The fight against drugs and illicit medicine should be a national resistance movement!
New drugs were now popping up incessantly on the market. If someone was really using frozen dumplings to make this sort of bewildering medicine, it was an outrage!
"Look for any leads on these dumplings at once!" Chief Zhao was clearly aware of how serious the problem was, and he couldn't sit still anymore.
But when Odd Zhuo heard about these "frozen dumplings for pregnant women," his expression turned hesitant… 
He remembered that his shifu's mother had gotten pregnant and seemed to have bought a lot of things from the cultivation department store a while ago, and frozen dumplings were on the list… When Odd Zhuo dropped by the Wang family's small villa previously, Mother Wang had been returning goods because she had bought too many things, and Odd Zhuo remembered that a box of frozen dumplings had been moved to the truck.
Thus, in this returned goods section, there was a box of frozen dumplings which had once been at the Wang family's small villa… Whether or not the box of frozen dumplings had any specific connection to the dumplings which Wu Yuanji and Father Zheng had eaten, Odd Zhuo wasn't sure… 
"It can't be such a coincidence, right?" Actually, Odd Zhuo was still a little scared.
He made a note of the matter and planned to text his shifu for confirmation. He knew that his shifu was fond of enchanting things to play with when he had nothing to do – if his shifu had truly enchanted this pack of frozen dumplings, then everything made sense.
It would be strange if anyone who ate the frozen dumplings enchanted by his shifudidn't level up quickly in their realms!
It was fine if they used this sudden increase in fighting strength to do what was right – if they were like Wu Yuanji, and used this sudden gift of power to break the law however they could, not only would this create havoc in society, the police would also be kept perpetually busy.
During the interrogation that very night, Wu Yuanji confessed to his crimes. He had been caught in the act on camera by Gao Tian, and plus Miss Little Liang's disability report, Wu Yuanji had no way to defend himself even if he wanted to.
He was looking at a prison sentence as long as a hundred years.
This devil of the legal profession, who had been stirring up trouble for so long with his intellect and malicious strategies, was unable to escape the law in the end.
The next day, September 20th, was the thirty-seventh day of the summer vacation.
Fu Fusheng appeared in court alone; he no longer had a defense lawyer.
This was because Wu Yuanji had been arrested, and given that Fu Fusheng had hired Wu Yuanji, this public enemy of the legal profession, not a single lawyer in the lawyers' circle in the whole of Songhai city was willing to help take this case for Fu Fusheng after the latter requested a substitute defense lawyer.
Similarly, Miss Little Liang's appearance also shocked the entire cultivation world.
When Wang Ling got up in the morning, the class chat group was already abuzz.
No one thought that a cockroach would actually be used as a witness.
"A cockroach… is this for real? My prediction came true?" Super Chen exclaimed. A while ago, he had mentioned that a cockroach or some other bug in the house might have seen what had happened, but he never thought that the court would actually find a cockroach to testify.
Since this was a public trial, a lot of people took screenshots of the live broadcast, which they shared directly in the group.
Seeing Miss Little Liang, with the two feelers on her head, assert the facts in court, everyone couldn't help laughing.
"Why does this cockroach look a little cute? I used to think cockroaches were very disgusting…"
"Maybe it's because this little cockroach has a lolita voice?"
Lolita voice… Sure enough, it was the root of all evil.
Some used it to swindle others out of money, while a cockroach used it to act cute… 
At that moment, Teacher Pan couldn't help speaking in the group. "Students, this proves that all living things are equal to begin with. As long as there is harmony among all living things, even cockroaches can grow to assist humans. This is a very momentous event that is worth reflecting on. To that end, students, I'm going to give you another assignment."
Everyone: "…"
"With cockroaches and humans as the main topic, write an essay of no less than 800 words with a clearly defined theme, bright determination, and positive energy! Show the special bonds and friendship between living creatures!"
"…"
The chat group instantly sunk into an awkward silence.
"???"
Teacher Pan wasn't happy. "Students, why aren't you saying anything? Is it because you feel that the word count is too low? Then how about this: the first five students to respond will only need to write 800 words, and everyone else will have to write at least 2,000 words."
"…"
Seeing this, Wang Ling instantly replied with an ellipsis.
"Very good, congratulations to Student Wang Ling, the first person who only needs to write 800 words." Teacher Pan nodded in satisfaction.
"F**k! Wang Ling, you damn person, I knew you were lurking! Your hand speed has never been this fast!" Super Chen couldn't help roasting him.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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-Tick click tick click

The sound of keyboard filled the room. The room was dark and only the light coming out of the computer could be seen.

The man working on the computer was old, probably in his mid 40s. He had a shaggy beard and his eyes were tired of life. He looked more like a beggar than someone working in the office.

His name was Ren. He is a author, no, he was a author. He now only write articles for a third grade newspaper, how could he still call himself a author.

There was a time when Ren was still a glorious author living his dream life. That was, when he was 21 years old.

It was the time when Ren was the most worried about his future. His parents wanted him to get a good office job which was stable and pay well but Ren didn't wanted to do office work.

The occupation he aspires to be ever since he was a child was a author. He loved reading books since he was young and that pushed him towards becoming a author.

To prove to his parents that he will be able to earn money as a author, he entered a competition hosted by a publishing company.

He poured his heart out on a novel and wrote it for several weeks nonstop and finally entered the competition. He wanted to win the competition but he didn't knew if he will be able to win or not but luck was on his side.

He unexpectedly won that competition and his book was going to be published. It was like a dream come true for him. 

He was able to prove to his parents that he can make a living as a author and his parents were all smiles when they saw the cheque he received for publishing his book.

Next was his book release, it was more nervous back then. He wanted his book to do well but he was also nervous thinking whether his book will sell or not but luck was again on his side.

His book became one of the best sellers and he unexpectedly won a literary award for it.

After that, his everyday life was filled with media interviews and autograph signing events.

He became famous because of this and he also started appearing on reality shows and radio broadcasts. 

It was like he was living as a superstar. 'The youngest genius in literature' fits well with the public, So he got more and more famous.

He was living his dream life but the problem was his next book. His next book was a test for him to see if he was here to stay or not. 

At that time, his success has blown up his head. He thought that as long as he wrote a decent book, it will surely be a bestseller.

He thought that his books will sell just because of his fame but he forgot that books sell through their content not fame.

His next book was a disaster. The publishing company did huge promotional activities to promote his book but it all went down in drain.

He was harshly criticised for his sloppy writing and weak plot. Several people wrote mean comments on his social media accounts. 

From a star, he was now just a failed author.

He received a major backlash after his book failed. His publishing house cancelled his contract and the parents who were smiling happily seeing the cheque previously kept saying that his decision was wrong and he should have listened to them. 

His downfall began from there. His next few books were also disasters. He wasn't able to write like before. It was like his talent had been stolen by someone.

After that, he did various things to survive. He wrote genre novels and he even worked as a screenwriter but all of them failed.

He became depressed after that. His failures kept stinging him in the back. He even tried to suicide but he was too afraid to do that.

He can only drown himself in alcohol. With that, he became a alcoholic. He lived like that for many years.

It was only when he reached his 40s that he was tired of his life. All of his sorrows were devoured by alcohol and he now wanted to live a better life. 

He again started to write after that. He wrote for nearly six months and finally completed a story but no publisher was ready to publish it.

He already had a bunch of failures before and no publishing house wanted to take that risk even if the story was good.

He again felt despair because of this but he knew he have to survive somehow. That's why he got a job at this second rate newspaper.

He had to write hundreds of articles daily just to survive but what can he do, only a black company would accept someone like him.

'It's already 12:55 A.M.'

Ren stopped typing and rubbed his sleepy eyes as he glanced at the time. The clock was nearing towards 1:00 A.M. which means that a new day had already begun.

'Today I became 47 years old. I am closing towards my 50s.'

Today was Ren's birthday and it was his 47th birthday and in just three years, he will be in his 50s. It was a sad truth for him.

Ren was already a old man but he didn't have anyone to rely on. He don't have any wife as no women would be willing to go out with Ren after seeing his haggard appearance.

It was another sad truth for him. He was really lonely.

As he was thinking of starting working again, the lights of the room suddenly lit up. 

"Manager Shin."

"Oh, Ren you are still here. I thought you already went home."

"I have some articles to write."

The person who entered the room was Manager Shin. He was a young man in his 20s and he is all set to become the next head of the department in a few months.

Despite being young, he was successful completely unlike Ren. His success can be dedicated to his good academic background and his handsome face which even managed to charm the daughter of the president of the company.

Ren didn't like talking to someone who was younger than him with honorifics but he had no choice. He was just a employee while the other person was the manager.

"You can just do your work. I am just here to take my phone which I forgot while leaving."

Manager Shin said as he went to the inner office to find his phone. After a while, he came back with a phone in his hand and while flaunting the phone in his hand, he said to Ren.

"Oh yeah, Ren. I just got the message that Misaki-san will not come to work tomorrow. It seems like she had high fever but the problem is that she had to write some articles about the new book which became a bestseller recently. I hope you can write it instead of her."

"I am tired and I don't want...."

Before Ren could finish his sentence, Manager Shin clicked his tongue and interrupted him.

"Ah, Ren you are a senior here, you should help the juniors and it's only a few articles. You also were a best selling author in the past right. This topic would be easier to write for you. I will be hoping to see those articles on my desk tomorrow."

Manager Shin said as he left the room but Ren definitely heard him mutter 'Did he really think that he is still a best selling author? Fucking failure!'. 

Ren was obviously angry at those words but he can only swallow his anger. He had been listening to things like this since the day he became a failure, he was rather used to it.

'Fucking more articles!'

While cursing, he started searching for information about the bestselling books. It was a bestselling book by a debut writer and it's been on the top for a while now.

It was a situation which was very similar to Ren's. A debut work becoming a bestseller was really unusual. It had to be a great book for it to achieve that.

'Sigh!'

After a while of writing, Ren didn't wanted to continue it. It was because he keep remembering his past while writing the articles.

His glorious days, his fame and his failure…..he didn't wanted to remember it at all.

He took out his smartphone and started checking the messages. It was his birthday but there was no congratulation message and he knew there would be no one congratulating him in the future either.

He don't have any friends and even his relationship with his parents have become desolate. He was really a lonely person wasting oxygen.

As he was looking through some online novels, a sudden message arrived on his phone. It was from a SNS site he frequented on.

It was a message sent by a person whose username was Rowling Panties.

Rowling Panties: Killeray-san, happy birthday to you. I wish you a very happy year. >_<

Killeray was Ren's nickname in that site and Rowling panties was a person he chatted with sometimes. You could even say that he was the only one Ren talk to other than his colleagues.

Killeray: Thank you Rowling panties-san but how do you know that today was my birthday? 

Rowling panties: It's written on your profile. Don't you even know about that? lol.

Killeray: Ah, I forgot about that. lol.

Ren finally remembered that he had written about it in his profile. The site had asked for his information. So, he had just filled it without thinking much.

Nevertheless, Ren was slightly happy as someone had congratulated him.

Killeray: Rowling panties-san, you know that was my first congratulations in several years. Thank you very much.

They exchanged casual conversation for a while and after around ten minutes, the conversation got deeper.

Rowling panties: Really! You were the author of that book. It was actually one of my favourite books. You are pretty famous back then.

Killeray: Yeah, I was. My first book was a success but after that, my career gone downhill because of my wrong choice and now, I am writing articles for a second rate newspaper. lol.

Rowling panties: Yeah, if only you would have made some correct choices, your life would be very much different than today. T_T

Killeray: Yeah, I wish I could turn back time and go to my youth. I will be sure to change my life then.

Rowling panties: Yeah but turning back time is impossible. Do you have any other wishes?

Killeray: Wishes? I don't want anything other than wanting to start my career as a author again. ^_^

After that, there was no more replies for around 10 minutes and Ren also got tired waiting. He was sleepy and tired. He wanted to sleep for a while.

That's why he simply laid down on his desk and closed his eyes. He was really fatigued.

After Ren had fallen sleep, his mobile screen lit up as there was another message.

Rowling panties: I can't send you back in time but as for your wish. I can do that. I also wanted to see what can you achieve if you really got a second chance as a author. Don't disappoint me, my friend.

That was the last message which made the beginning of Ren's journey as one of the best authors in history.

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

Wow you actually decided to take a look at this note. Man you must be board. Well that's ok because I am here to impart you with a valuable piece of information. If you refer to the easy to figure out title this whole story is about how to write a diary in hell. Sounds easy right. Well let me tell you something buster it ain't. Writing a diary in hell is not only as much of a headache as writing a diary normally is but on top of that having someone read your diaries secrets is even more of a killer here. Literally. Who would have guessed that your life, or unlife, would be tied into a daily log you write for fun. Or maybe not so much for fun but because you have to. And for that matter who decided that writing a diary in hell was a good idea. Well let me explain that as well. 

So for the first step it's the easy part. You just got to end up in hell. How you do this is entirely up to you, but if I may make a suggestion I would avoid the perishing bit and just summon a portal. It makes the situation a bit less permanent.

Myself I made the mistake of not being a very good person while I was still alive. One nasty car accident later, and now I'm stuck here writing this blasted diary as some form of convoluted and twisted punishment.

 My first memory of hell is just like any other. A massive dose of panic and then the crushing dose of reality that this is not an accident. Nope this is where people like us belong in the pit of burning wasteland that is hell. Or so you would think. The first part is accurate but for some reason hell is relatively comfy temperature wise. A nice 70 degree temperature year long. At least I think we still have years, still can't get my head around eternity. Second the person to design hell must have been an avid fan Australian beaches. Yep you got that right hell is basically the ultimate beach resort. Doesn't sound that bad now does it. Except for the tiny fact that the designer liked Australia. Yes even the small details like how everything here wants to kill you. 

While we are at it let's adress that fact. Yes you are already dead. Yes you can die again. No there is no batter place after dyeing again. There is just another hell that you get sent to. One that is worse than the hell you are currently in. 

Now that you are caught up on the living situation how about we get to the meat and potatoes of the story. Why I have to write a diary in hell. When you arrive here you get a small notebook. Inside are a set of instructions that are as follows.

Hi welcome to Hell! You are here because you were a real scumbag in life. But hey everyone makes mistakes. I like to think that everyone here was sent here for a reason and that we can all agree that you will suffer for it. So to make it worse for you here are some basic rules.

1 You can die in hell. Dont test this!
2 You must write a diary of your experiences every day without fail.
3 You must never allow anyone to read your diary
4 For every 4 people diary that you read you can go back to a slightly nicer layer in hell. 
5 Good luck and make friends.

P.S If someone reads your diary you just instantly die so no pressure.

After killing the young master of Heavens Reaching Church, figuring out the reasons of the tragedy in Fuhai City and unveiling the identity of that person among the top 9 ministers in Taixia Country who abhorred Zhang Tie the most, Zhang Tie really felt unprecedentedly relaxed as if he had woken up from a nightmare.
Previously, the enemy was in the dark. Zhang Tie could only be framed by others and almost lost his life. Now, Zhang Tie's enemy was in the dark. His mentality became utterly different.
After returning to Iron-Dragon Airboat for a few days, Zhang Tie completely became relaxed and started to introspect about his experiences since he came to Taixia Country. Therefore, he sighed with emotion to Bai Suxian.
It was Zhang Tie's true feeling, also the result of his introspection over these days.
A Hua sage said that people should introspect themselves three times a day. Zhang Tie couldn't make it; however, he could introspect himself one time per four years.
During the past 4 years, everything in Taixia Country was like looking at the flowers while passing on horseback. Unconsciously, he had been involved in a big whirlpool and had to escape for his own life.
Zhang Tie started to rethink why he almost lost all standing and reputation along with his family.
After recalling the past pain and becoming greatly discerning and apprehending, Zhang Tie found that the reason was that everything happened too "fast".
The "fast" referred to his changing state of life, the rhythm of fate and thorough gnosis.
Only the prey being chased after by its natural enemy could run fast.
He had to be "fast";
It was driven by a flurried mentality as he couldn't control his own destiny;
It was because that he had got lost after his wisdom was deceived.
'I helped Huaiyuan Palace to compete for the Youzhou provincial governor; I fought the Gobbling Party and inflicted a great loss to Heavens Reaching Church. After that, I resigned the position of the chief justice of Youzhou Provincial Court and went to Fuhai City for proposing a marriage; finally, I was forced to escape for my own life...'
'I was forced to respond to all these things. Everything happened too "fast". In this "fast" state, I did not have time to introspect myself or care about others. I gradually lost the ability to control my own fate. After coming to Taixia Country for 4 years, I'm still a stranger. Additionally, everything besides me has almost slid into the dark abyss.'
'It's not good to be "fast"; I need to be "slow", which requires me to be active and have time to introspect myself. By being "slow", I could see through everybody and all the dangers on my side. By being "slow", I could control my own fate once again.'
'I could be calmer in the "slow" state. Only the controller could be calm as it's a realm.'
'I could see the different living states of the two realms "fast" and "slow" by watching the rabbits and lions living on the same prairie.'
'Actually, since the holy war broke out and I was involved in the holy war in Waii Subcontinent, I've been in the "fast" living state. By contrast, before the holy war broke out, after I gained Castle of Black Iron, I was in a "slow" living state and felt pretty fulfilling and happy in Blackhot City and Hidden Dragon Island.'
'The rabbits are in "fast" living state. By contrast, the lions are in "slow" living state. It's very dangerous in "fast" living state. Now, it's time for me to relieve the rhythm and enter the "slow" living state.'
After gaining such a gnosis, Zhang Tie felt much better and become sunnier and more leisure these days. He gradually figured out more and more things in the future and could see clearly his orientation in the future.
The first thing that Zhang Tie thought through was how to cultivate in the future.
From then on, the element crystals which were extremely precious for other knights became useless for Zhang Tie's cultivation. The reason was very simple——compared to the effect of purgatory samsara, the efficiency of element crystals for forming water chakra was still too low.
'Given time cost, take forming earth chakra as an instance, the time that I spent in absorbing earth-element crystals accounted for 90% of the total time that I spent in forming my earth chakra. Actually, the effect only accounted for 10% of the total process of forming my earth chakra.'
'Conversely, I only spent 10% of the time forming the earth chakra in purgatory samsara method; however, the effect of purgatory samsara method accounted for 90% of the total process of forming my earth chakra.'
Get half the results with double the efforts and get twofold the results with half the efforts. What a sharp difference!
Because not a single knight could have endless time and spiritual energy. In this "slow" living state, Zhang Tie could only distribute his time and spiritual energy so as to produce the greatest effect. The process of cultivating Emperor-level secret method would consume a lot of resources. Only purgatory samsara method could match King Roc Sutra well.
Zhang Tie even felt it slow by absorbing element crystals, not to mention absorbing element crystals from the elements realm through cultivation alone which would be less effective at a higher time cost. In a popular sentence among Hua people before the Catastrophe, the two cultivation modes were both "backward modes of production".
After giving up the two "low-efficiency" modes of cultivation, Zhang Tie found that he had extricated himself from the busy state of cultivation. As a result, he had more free time and became more "leisure".
In the "leisure" state, Zhang Tie could allocate his time flexibly in terms of enhancing his realms in various battle skills and secret methods and accompany his family members. He could also make achievements by traveling among mountains and rivers in Taixia Country.
After fighting Nangong Sheng the strong wind hermit also the master of Immortal Fist Position Sect, Zhang Tie deeply sensed that he could not make further progress only by closing his door at home after promoting to an earth knight.
The second thing that Zhang Tie had thought through was that he could not expose the fact that Cui Li was his incarnation to the public.
'Otherwise, I would expose the secrets that I have a body-changing immortal bloodline and could simulate the effects of other secret methods to the public. Sometimes, it's a wisdom to be low-key; sometimes, with sharp weapons in hand, I could also frighten my powerful enemy.'
'Now that Gold and Power Law have known my identity of Peter Hamplester, even if Gold and Power Law don't know the secret that I have body-changing immortal bloodline, the one who wants to kill me should at least know that I've grasped a powerful disguising secret method. Now that that culprit could almost hit my secret, it would be meaningless for me to keep this trump card anymore...'
'Besides me, who else in this world could guess the incidental effect of King Roc Sutra. There're so many secret methods in the world. If I really want to expose it to the public, I would find a reason that would make others muddle-headed.'
Zhang Tie had long prepared for the explanation of the secret that he could change his look and figure. He named the secret method as "Chaotic Treasure Body". After grasping it, Zhang Tie could keep the surging points all over his body in the state of "fake dormancy". Therefore, he could "simulate" the order of lighting his surging points once again according to a complete secret method for a certain effect. Because it was the incidental ability of King Roc Sutra, Zhang Tie wouldn't expose the secret even if he told others to check his state in "Chaotic Treasure Body".
'The combination of body-changing immortal bloodline and "Chaotic Treasure Body" will definitely frighten those people who want to frame my family members and Huaiyuan Palace. Even though those people could uproot Huaiyuan Palace, as long as I'm still alive and could escape, they would be in fear forever. They would be alert in case of being revenged by me. Nobody would like to live such a life.'
The safest manner was to mix the truth with the false stuff.
After thinking through these crucial things and making a deep introspection about his gains and losses in the past 4 years, Zhang Tie became completely relaxed and entered a leisure and casual state. He started to be in a real "slow" state and control his own life orientation...
...
Lying on Zhang Tie's side quietly, Bai Suxian was listening to his tender yet powerful heartbeats as if she could hear the secrets that Zhang Tie had not exposed and how Zhang Tie bore mentally in the past 4 years...
Zhang Tie was watching the clouds in the sky while Bai Suxian was watching Zhang Tie. They were both silent; however, they didn't feel it was embarrassing and improper; instead, they had a privity. At this moment, Bai Suxian really felt that she would like to fly with this man in the sky in this way for the rest of her life.
In such a tranquility, the cheers and laughter that drifted from the other swimming pool became clearer.
"Can you write a love poem for me?" Bai Suxian suddenly asked Zhang Tie.
"Love poem? But I can't!" Zhang Tie scratched his head.
"Liar, how did you write the poem the Beloved Ones then?"
"Good lines are naturally born. I just gained it by accident!"
After hearing Zhang Tie's words, Bai Suxian burst out into laughter. She stretched out her hand and stroked Zhang Tie's hair, "You're really shameless. No matter what, you have to write a love poem for me."
"Well, I will make one!"
Bai Suxian became serious at once while Zhang Tie cleared his throat as he made a short yet pithy love poem with clear articulation and a mellow and full tune emotionally.
"Our hearts have an emotional mine."
"Love is the gold."
"Hate is the iron."
"If a man doesn't know how to turn his wife into his mistress, he must be vulgar and moronic!"
After hearing this poem, Bai Suxian became stunned. It led her to endless aftertastes. Additionally, the lasting appeal of this poem resonated with the relationship between Bai Suxian and Zhang Tie to a certain extent. She watched Zhang Tie with full emotion and watery eyes as she asked in a tender voice, "Is that your work?"
"Hehehe, I've read it!"
After Zhang Tie said that, hundreds of white swans flew over the airboat cheerily.
Iron-Dragon Airboat was only 4,000 m above the ground at a low speed. Even the flock of white swans were higher than Iron-Dragon Airboat. At the sight of those swans, Bai Suxian even forgot what to say. She immediately pulled up Zhang Tie from his armchair and ran towards the prow as she exclaimed, "We are arriving at Xuanyuan Hill..."


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


How fast is time flies? I felt it just only yesterday that I was reborn, and now I am 6 years old now, this year I will meet Prince Edward for the first time.

I kept looking at my diary book. There was nothing written there, more exactly there something I write but then I cross it out. This book is my plan to get on my revenge, someday.

"oh my goodness" I mumbled since I open my diary books I just keep twirling my pens, I really have no idea to write a way to get my revenge

I don't know how the circle of life works, I have wasting my time thinking for a way to get revenge and get a result of nothing this past 6 years.

Do I this stupid in my past life? well, I work by doing a muscle job often than brain job in the past, so no wonder I'm so stupid even though I was called genius now (lucky).

I have to think the way to get my revenge done, do I have to kill Edward? then the result will be the same as last time in the past, I will be killed but not by a false accusation but by the truth, I'm lucky enough to reborn again with my past life memories.

Then what I have to do to get my revenge? Do I have to stay alive then? first I should survive in this lifetime, it will be a joke if I die in the same way as I die in the past, I can't kill Edward, from the start it was out of the question since I die because of the false accusation of trying to kill him, even though I want to kill him so badly, it was really out of the question.

Do I have to find the bitch and kill her first? well, I will be prisoned by killing the innocent citizen.

In the first place, the one that screwing our relationship was that blond bitch, just because she has big boobs and porcelain skin the stupid prince was seduced by the witch, What so good about that though?

Thinking of it really makes me mad. How can I fell in love with a perverted man?

"what are you doing?" I glanced over to my right side to find a cute chubby brother of mine, his name is Leonardo Va Edgar.

"writing my diary" of a way to get on my revenge.

"Why do you write a diary?" He asked

"I have nothing to do" I answered

From the day before he was created 2 years ago, he was destined to be an Aristocrat by me, and I can't believe he was more intelligent than me. What kind of 1-year-old toddler that can do math? the answer is my little brother! it was beyond what I expected, he is the true genius and I am just genius by a stroke of luck because I have my past memories.

"Why don't you train your sword technique?" He asked again

"because I am strong, I don't need training" because I had enough experience in my past life

"but your stamina sucks!" he said with his mocking tone

"I can gain stamina anytime I want!" 

"How can you gain stamina without training? you just want to lie to me again!"

I looked at Leonardo with disbelief, this is why I dislike a smart kid, they know their way to mock people that aren't as smart as them.

"just don't bother me please" I pleaded him, He looks at me with unsatisfied looks, just what this kid want from me? he just mocking since he can speak a month ago.

"brother is no fun!" he said with his sulking tone, he then left me here's alone, finally a peaceful space.

Now then let me think, I have no time until I met Edward this year, it will be a matter of time until I met him.

Next year, I will attend the same academy as him and I will be in the same class as him, in the past, I think I was so lucky back then, and now I think I'm so unlucky to get into the same class with this mighty prince.

While I write down all of the things in my mind, suddenly there are knocking sound comes from my room door.

"what is it?" I asked

"Young master, there's a guest for you" it is the maid that speak in front of my room

"who is it?" I asked again, curiously

"it's the prince" she answered

It's weird, isn't Prince Pierre is in the academy right now? "is it prince Pierre?" I asked but there no answer

"who the hell is it?" I mumbled, how rude of her to leaves without me dismissed her.

I closed my diary, and keep it safe in my desk's drawer. 

I walk down to the living room from my room, "who's the guest anyway" I mumbled irritatedly just when my brother's endless disturbance just end and now there's another nuisance.

When I touched the living door room, suddenly I hear a footstep behind me, and with his deep soothing voices "so, you're my future knight right?" he said behind me.

This voice was kind of familiar. When I look behind me there is this little handsome prince standing there. "Hello there, my name is Edward Claudia Flynt, the Crown Prince of this kingdom," he said with a smirk on his face

Keep calm me! Why the fuck my heart beating loudly!?

Throughout his life, Callum had served Prince Edward and protected him from threats because he loves the Prince.
But a tragic thing happened to him, he never thought he will die on the Prince's hands because he was falsely accused by Prince's lover for trying to assassinate the prince.
Full of hatred, regret and grudge because he devoted his life to the prince without anything in return instead of a false accusition, he got another chance to reborn again to fix things that will caused him to be killed.

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