The announcement of the paywall brought about a deep silence in the channel.
Only Han Su-Yeong's heavy breathing could be heard within the pitch-black darkness of the stage.
"If you wish to continue watching this tragedy...."
What <Kim Dok-Ja Company> lacked right now was 'Probability'.
Probability. The thing that made the story flow naturally and in a plausible manner. The set of rules that could only be changed by the gazes of countless Constellations, and the Coins they sponsored.
"....It's time you guys pay, too."
Only then did she figure out Kim Dok-Ja's plan in its entirety. And because she did, she could say this out aloud now.
Selling off the tragedy of his life lived solely for the purpose of saving his companions, just like how his mother did once upon a time; Kim Dok-Ja wanted to change this scenario by selling the tragedy <Kim Dok-Ja Company> had created.

[The absolute majority of Constellations are greatly shocked!]

Han Su-Yeong's declaration caused the Constellations to grow hesitant.
She recalled the memories from back when her novel went behind the paywall for the first time ever.
⸢Author-nim, it'll start from tomorrow.⸥
She felt the exact same emotion back then as today. The feeling of not knowing what would happen in the future.
How many people would end up reading my writing?
How long would I be able to live on by selling off this story?
'You stinking Kim Dok-Ja. So, you slapped me with this kind of role, is that it??'
What she needed to do right now wasn't selling some novels.

[Great Fable, 'Demon World's Spring', wishes to tell the next part of the story!]

[Great Fable, 'Torch the Swallowed the Myth', wishes to tell the next part of the story!]

[Great Fable, 'Season of Light and Darkness', wishes to tell the next part of the story!]

[Great Fable, 'Liberator of the Forgotten Ones', wishes to tell the next part of the story!]

….The words written by <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s blood and tears.
What she needed to sell was their life story. Fables that she couldn't carelessly change or tell in a jokey manner. Even then, she offered up these Fables for sale to the Constellations.
Biyu and her concerned eyes were looking at her from the sky. Han Su-Yeong smiled as if to say, don't worry.
"There's no one? That's too bad. Things are about to get really interesting from now on."
Only she could do this job. Only Han Su-Yeong, designated as the baddie among <Kim Dok-Ja Company>, could sell this story.
As if to sympathise with her, the movements of the Outer God King was getting duller. Maybe, he was wallowing in sorrow.
[How laughable. Who do you think will be interested in your measly little story?]
The one to shatter this silence was the Myth-grade Constellation, Poseidon. The figures of other Myth-grade Constellations could be seen in the distance as well. They were all mocking Han Su-Yeong.
[Do you really believe that your 'Fable' is worth that much?]
It was the same with the Great Dokkaebis; they all seemed to be thinking that Han Su-Yeong's choice was an error in judgement, one made while under the weight of the encroaching end.
Tsu-chuchuchut!
Once the Constellations left, the channel's size shrunk down. Some channels even tried to butt in using this opportunity. Channels that belonged to Dokkaebis hostile towards <Kim Dok-Ja Company>.
[Finish them.]
Constellations manning their positions at the back made their moves. They were mostly Myth-grade, or those top-ranked Fable-grade Constellations that almost equalled them in power.

[Constellation, 'One Responsible for the Universe's Cycle', is surveying the scenario's battlefield!]

[Constellation, 'Mirror that Emits Smoke', is incarnating into the scenario's battlefield!]

[Constellation, 'Master of Thunder and War', is incarnating into the scenario's battlefield!]

Indian myth's Brahma.
Aztec myth's Tezcatlipoca.
Even Slavic myth's Perun.
The Constellations from the different large-scale Nebulas that never showed themselves in the lower scenarios until now – their movement alone was 'Fable' in itself.
And when the Great Fables began their actions, the flow pressuring the battlefield intensified even more.
Gah-aaaaaah, Puh-guh-guk!!
The 'Nameless Ones' desperately blocking the Constellations approaching Kim Dok-Ja were blown up indiscriminately.
Myth-grade Constellations possessed the largest shares of the 'Great Fable' of each Nebula. Once they began moving their Probability, the balance of the engagement tilted in their favour in an instant.
Han Su-Yeong watched the incoming wave of the stars and muttered out. "Even in places you didn't bother to look, we managed to eke out a living."
The screens might be blacked out, but the sounds still continued to be transmitted. And probably, her voice was being heard by every Constellation in the channel.
⸢Han Su-Yeong also knew. Not every Constellation liked them.⸥
<Kim Dok-Ja Company> had a lot of enemies. Some cheered their Fable on, but some others either were jealous of them, or in some cases, even hated them. At times, malice with no basis could be found, too.
However, there was one common denominator among that gamut of emotions. And that was the fact that they had been watching a certain Fable for a very long time.
⸢A story that you spent a very long time with will eventually become a part of you.⸥
Just like Kim Dok-Ja and the 'Ways of Survival'.
"However, the moment you close your eyes, this story you've been watching will end right here."
Her words didn't target any particular listener; meaning, it was a declaration aimed at everyone.
Eventually, Constellations annihilated the front ranks of the 'Outer Gods' and rushed in. The <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s companions stepped up to block them.
Kwa-aaaaaah!
A baptism of Status in the form of Poseidon's wave with Zeus's lightning added on top, crashed in. Outer Gods burning away like meat being grilled by electricity died in their droves. Even those from <Kim Dok-Ja Company> wouldn't be able to receive that wave with their current body conditions. Even then, Han Su-Yeong believed in her comrades.
"Even if I die, I will never stop moving."
Han Su-Yeong fired [Black Flame] with every ounce of her energy. However, its power was less than a quarter after being suppressed by the Probability.
And just as Poseidon's wave reached the front of their nose and began pouncing on them...
⸢For a very brief moment there, it felt as if the world came to a standstill.⸥
Also, it felt like a fundamental something that created this world seemed to have changed, as if a thin brush was painting over it. And then in the following moment, the frozen world began moving forward again.

[A fatal error has occurred in the Final Scenario!]

Poseidon's wave and Zeus's lightning pounced on her and <Kim Dok-Ja Company>.
Kwa-dudududu!!
More correctly, pounced on the protective barrier in front of them.
It was the sturdy, vast wall of forged steel. Which was Yi Hyeon-Seong's Fable. His Fable that blanketed the entire planet back in <Oz> was now protecting his companions.
But, he should still be under the restrictions by the Bureau. So how could he?
"Su-Yeong-ssi."
A terrifying amount of sparks was streaming all over Yi Hyeon-Seong's body. But, it wasn't only him. Everyone from <Kim Dok-Ja Company>, wasting away under the Bureau's restrictions, were now enveloped in the dancing blue-hued sparks. Their once-imprisoned muscles regained their freedom, and the arrested magical energy was being freed as well.

[The error in the channel's donation payout has been normalised.]

The message entered their ears in the next moment.

[Delayed donation amounts will now be paid out!]

Biyu could be seen crying softly in the air next. At the same time, an incredible amount of indirect messages smacked Han Su-Yeong in her ear.

[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', happily donates half of the Coins she owns!]

Just how much was the half of Coins amassed by a Constellation at the cusp of reaching the Myth-grade? Han Su-Yeong couldn't even estimate the amount.

[Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', is paying an incredible amount of Coins while grumbling unhappily!]

[Constellation, 'Most Ancient Liberator', is.....]

So, so many stars began glowing brightly.
The Nebula's safe started filling up rapidly with wealth.

[Nebula safe total balance: 83,112,540 C]

[Nebula safe total balance: 162,423,800 C]

….
….....

[Nebula safe total balance: 1,041,512,080 C]

The total Coins surpassed 100 million in no time, before breaking past a billion mark.
That pretty much determined what Han Su-Yeong should do next. Which was to spend every single cent of that donated amount into the Probability.
Tsu-chuchuchuchut!!
"Everyone, hold on!"

[Constellation, 'Mass Production-type Maker', is grinning brightly.]

[Constellation, 'Mass Production-type Maker', has donated the number of Coins that exceeds the upper donation limit!]

The geezer wearing the pineapple-themed T-shirt.
Back when Han Su-Yeong went to shoot a commercial for the [Ferrarghini], she had a chance to chat to him for a brief spell.
⸢You really think such adverts will sell your car?⸥
When Han Su-Yeong asked, the Mass Production-type Maker replied in a somewhat obtuse manner.
⸢I'm not advertising to sell, but advertising the product about to be sold.⸥
And now, she thought she could understand that answer just a bit.

[Constellation, 'Joseon's Number One Sorcerer', is donating 5,000 Coins!]

[Constellation, 'Meirangong Marquis Zhuangmou', is donating 5,100 Coins!]

[Constellation, 'Father of the Rich Night', is donating everything in his secret stash!]

[Constellation, 'Mother of the Darkest Spring', is donating half of the Underworld's balance!]

[Constellation, 'Supreme God of Light', is donating 2,100,000 Coins!]

[Constellation, 'Lily Blooming on Aquarius', is donating 1,500,000 Coins!]

Constellations of familiar Modifiers.

[Constellation, 'Lame Trickster', is donating 15,000 Coins.]

[Constellation, 'Monarch of Small Fries', is donating 450,000 Coins.]

[Constellation, 'Adventurer that Stands up an Egg', is donating 18,000 Coins!]

[Constellation, 'Master of the Niten Ichu-ryu', is donating 4,000 Coins!]

[All the stars in the Big Dipper are donating 300,000 Coins!]

[A small Constellation from a small planet is donating 300 Coins!]

Constellations that were familiar, but not counted on.

[A great number of Constellations staying anonymous have added their strength to the Nebula <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s Probability!]

And finally, even the Constellations they didn't know.
Every Constellation that came along for the ride with <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s Fable was now sponsoring their story.
Light returned to the once-darkened channel, and the broadcast began once more.

[Channel BY-9158's broadcast will begin again!]

The story was starting again. All these Coins contained the wills of the Constellations.
⸢Their desire to see the end of this Fable.⸥
Han Su-Yeong too understood this desire. However, there were some who failed to do so.
[What are you all doing?! Could it be that you're sympathising with those Incarnations?? With the ⸢Enemies of the Story⸥?? Everyone, you must wake up!! Have you all forgotten who you are?! Oh, dear Constellations, don't let your eyes be stolen away by a demeaning story like that!]
The Great Dokkaebi roared out. That prompted someone to answer back.

[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', says she's more clear-headed than ever before.]

Tsu-chuchuchu....!
An incredible storm of Probability was pushed back, and Poseidon's wave sunk back to the ground.
Han Su-Yeong slowly closed her eyes. A breeze was blowing in.

[Will of <Star Stream> accepts the new flow of Probability.]

Something was changing.

[<Star Stream> is considering an alteration to the scenario's rules.]

All Probability from the Bureau ruthlessly suppressing her and her companions were dissipating away. The scenario's balance that had been heavily tilted out of equilibrium was regaining itself.

[You still can't understand 'Enemy of the Story'.]

Kim Dok-Ja remained difficult. However...

['Enemy of the Story' wishes to be understood by you.]

….However, it wasn't as if nothing had changed.

[Scenario's rules are changing.]

[From here on, all Constellations can choose a camp to side with during the Final Scenario!]

Han Su-Yeong slowly looked around her.
The surrounding view began changing as if a layer of the world had been peeled back.
[[■■■■■■..... Go!! Fight on! This is our battlefield!]]
A man astride a horse brushed past Han Su-Yeong's side. Without a doubt, he used to be an Outer God only until a second ago. An existence that used to be a 'Nameless One'. The strange monsters covered in tentacles and sticky fluids, and caused one to feel instinctive fear simply by looking at them.
[[We can win this! Do not give up until the end!]]
Their figures were changing. Some changed into people, some into dwarves – they were from all sorts of different species, but regardless of what, they were no longer the existences of unknown.
[[Beomgak! Move! This is the Final Scenario we've been dreaming of!]]
[[Mark!]]
All those 'Nameless Ones' now had names in this place.

[You have sided with the 'Enemy of the Story'.]

These beings rushed towards the Constellations as dusk fell on the battlefield. They formed ranks and advanced towards the Constellations.
[[I shall accompany you!]]
Among them was a man who resembled Yi Hyeon-Seong, and also a child resembling Shin Yu-Seung. Even some that resembled Jeong Hui-Won, Yi Gil-Yeong, and Yi Ji-Hye.
[[Not bad. So, then. This world-line has reached this far?]]
For a brief moment there, Han Su-Yeong saw a girl who seemed to resemble her, too. And all of them were fighting as the ally of the ⸢Enemy of the Story⸥.
Her dazed eyes chased after their backs.
⸢Every abandoned world-line was converging here.⸥
The world that she couldn't express with mere words. The world that the [Predictive Plagiarism] couldn't read, because it could only be imagined by a reader.
⸢This was the world Kim Dok-Ja had been dreaming of.⸥
Han Su-Yeong slowly turned around towards the spot where the Outer God King was only until a moment ago. And a certain man stood on that very spot where a deep abyss cast by the massive creature's size used to exist.
⸢"Han Su-Yeong, what should an extra do in order to garner attention?"⸥
The white coat revealed itself fleetingly underneath the tattered and torn black coat.
⸢"You're an extra because no one pays you attention."⸥
Han Su-Yeong staggered towards that spot.
⸢"Well, there isn't any clear solution. Normally, you grab some attention by sacrificing yourself, or...."⸥
She walked and walked some more, and eventually, reached the front of that man.
⸢"....Or, you give them stories of their own."⸥
The man quietly stood there and waited for her.
Han Su-Yeong stood up straight in front of Kim Dok-Ja. Quite unlike her usual self, she thought she might start crying now. Her vision blurred and couldn't see his face properly.
"You did well."
And Kim Dok-Ja was standing there.


<Episode 93. Omniscient Author's Viewpoint (6)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

In the west, there was a forbidden land known as the Souls Abyss!
It was a barren land with no grass, birds, or beasts!
Wisps of black qi floated around throughout the abyss.
When people looked down, they would find that the entire abyss was like a ghost's eye which released terrifying qi!
However, nobody knew that it was a graveyard, filled with white bones at the very bottom!
Additionally, there were symbols attached to the clothing remains on the bones.
If a western powerhouse had seen the symbols, they would definitely realize that the white bones belonged to the former moguls of great forces in the west!
The dense white bones and skulls formed a mountain, at the sight of which, the onlookers would tremble in fear!
A black figure was standing on the top of the mountain of bones and skulls!
When Ghost Deity's incarnation was engulfed by the Soul-Eating Skull, this black figure suddenly opened his eyes!
Without a moment's notice, his eyes turned as scarlet as the sun.
"My incarnation was killed by someone! That's impossible..."
The black figure was the notorious Western Ghost Deity from the west!
At that moment, his scarlet eyes contained great shock and disbelief, "Did some old freak reappear? How is that even possible! Even if my incarnation was killed, it would always send a message to me before death! But now..."
Western Ghost Deity uttered with great shock and suspicion.
His incarnation had been destroyed; however, he still didn't receive any message from his incarnation's soul!
It indicated that his incarnation's soul had been destroyed together with its body!
'That's… unbelievable!'
"Ghost Infant!"
Western Ghost Deity roared!
Seconds later, a ghost shadow appeared and formed a 0.5 m tall small figure with an infant's face.
"Owner!"
Ghost Infant knelt down on the ground as he uttered with respect.
"Go check who summoned my incarnation and who destroyed my incarnation!"
After hearing Western Ghost Deity's words, Ghost Infant nodded immediately as he answered, "Yes, owner!"
Closely after receiving the order, Ghost Infant suddenly turned into a wisp of black qi and drifted out of the Souls Abyss!
Seeing off Ghost Infant, Western Ghost Deity's eyes turned bloody as he muttered, "It took me 100 years to form that incarnation! I don't care who you're. As you've killed my incarnation, I will kill you together with your soul. You can never reincarnate!"
His grim growl caused the entire Souls Abyss to quiver heavily!
...
The Nightmare Delta was a triangular area between Thailand, Burma, and Laos!
It was the paradise of ferocious men in Southeast Asia!
It was shared by many forces!
Hundreds of years ago, a powerhouse known as Nightmare King appeared!
He had amazing strength. With iron fists and great skills, he defeated all the powerhouses in the Nightmare Delta and took them all as his slaves.
Later on, he swept over all of the Southeast Asian countries with his ferocious men!
He was worshiped by all the lords!
He was Nightmare King!
However, after Nightmare King fell, the Nightmare Delta could never recover its former prosperity!
All the Nightmare lords were waiting for the new Nightmare King!
At noon, a group of people were fleeing away rapidly in a jungle of the Nightmare Delta!
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
The elders ahead of the group were escorting a youth through the woods and grasses with anxiety.
Each of the elders were covered with bloodstains and were panicking greatly as if they were being chased by a terrifying existence.
If Ye Feng was here, he could definitely recognize that the youth ahead of them was Greedy Wolf Fei Qian!
Fei Qing was much thinner than before, with a determined look.
His cultivation base had already reached the peak stage of legend!
There was a black rune on his central forehead!
"Uncle Chaka, how about uncle Tu and the others?" Fei Qian asked with a gloomy look.
After hearing his words, a semi-myth ahead of the group answered with a faint miserable look, "Owner, although Tu Bo and the others were already caught, they're safe for the time being! That guy's target if you! He wants your Nightmare Secret Method!"
Nightmare Secret Method!
Right!
Fei Qian had already received the Nightmare Secret Method and had become the new Nightmare King in the Nightmare Delta!
However, nobody could imagine that he was being raided by the Indian Prince Carol.
"Owner! We Nightmare lords have already been waiting for you for hundreds of years!"
"Now, we've finally found you. Even though we all will die, we can at least rest in peace!"
After he spoke, the old semi-myth dropped off a few tears.
After hearing his words, Fei Qian's eyelids turned wet.
On the way to the forest, many Nightmare powerhouses had died for him!
Those who had fallen in the bloody pools had driven him mad!
Bang!
At that moment, a bolt of lightning struck the ground!
"Watch out, owner!"
The old man Chaka became instantly fearful as he pushed Fei Qiang away. At that same moment, he punched into the air forcefully!
Bang!
With a loud explosion, Uncle Chaka's arm was smashed into pieces inch by inch as he was sent flying 10 m into the air like a paper plane!
He then smashed into the ground!
"Uncle Chaka!"
Fei Qiang was greatly shocked as he hurriedly ran over to help Uncle Chakra stand up.
The elder's entire arm had been broken. Being badly mutilated, he looked very desperate!
Not until then did he catch sight of the Indian youth.
He was the Indian Prince Carol, the heir of India!
Watching Fei Qian with greedy eyes, Prince Carol said with a grim look, "Ant! Give me the Nightmare Secret Method! Otherwise, you will die!"
After hearing his words, Fei Qian and all the others became greatly saddened.
"Prince Carol, forget about it! We nightmare lords have already recognized as our owner. He's our King Nightmare!"
"Even if you had the Nightmare Secret Method, nobody across the Nightmare Delta would take you as their owner!"
The elder Chakra denounced with a red face.
After hearing his words, Prince Carol replied with a brutal glare, "Humph! Really?"
"If you don't respect me, I will kill someone here! If ten of you don't respect me, I will kill ten people! If none of you respect me, I will kill all of you!"
Prince Carol had already conquered Carol Church. He now planned to conquer the entire Nightmare Delta!
Prince Carol then began to walk towards Fei Qian!
Watching the scene, the Nightmare powerhouses roared with indignation, "Owner, run!"
After their few words, they all began to charge at Prince Carol crazily!
They wanted to exchange their own lives for Fei Qian's safety!
"Go die..."
They were all determined to die!
However, they couldn't surpass the sharp power gap!
Whenever Prince Carol waved his palm, he would reap a powerhouse's life!
One after another, powerhouses fell to the ground!
Fei Qian's eyes contained immense craziness!
Not until then did he and his group realize that they were forced to approach the edge of Nightmare Cliff!
With a powerful enemy in front and behind, they were at a real impasse!


The Demon Emperor in the universe was reborn and had returned! Enemies should kneel down in front of him! Beauties should lie down in front of him! 
"I am a demon. I enslave gods and immortals! If you don't succumb to me, I will make you by force!"--Ye Feng!

Aman woke with a scream. His clothes were soaked with sweat and he was shivering from fear and adrenaline. He was just an ordinary schoolkid. Coming so close to death had severely rattled him.

Curling up on the bed, he hugged his knees to his chest as he tried to get the vision of the battle between the demon and the gods out of his mind. But even as he squeezed his eyes shut, a flash of lightning and the stench of ozone assaulted him.

His eyes flew open as he took a shuddering breath.

It had been so close. Just a moment later and he would have died under the bolt of lightning. An insignificant casualty in the battlefield of the gods.

"N-ama," his voice came out hoarse as he stuttered the word through chattering teeth.

[Yes.]

"What w-as that?"

[We apparently underestimated the dreamland. That, if I am not wrong was a battle between the bull demon Mahishasura and the Devas of the Court of Heaven.]

Aman clutched both of his hands together to stop them from shaking as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps resounded outside his door and soon someone knocked rapidly on his door.

"Son? Are you all right? I heard screaming."

It was the worried voice of his mother.

Stabilizing himself with great difficulty, he got out of his bed and walked to the door. By the time he opened it, he had regained some of his composure and his hands weren't shaking as much.

Even then, when his mother saw him, she was alarmed. Shoving her way into the room, she smoothed back his hair and hugged him. "What's the matter? You're as pale as a ghost."

He hugged her back before gently separating from her. "It's nothing ma," he said as he smiled reluctantly. "Just a nightmare."

"Brother. Are you fine?" came a soft voice. Aman looked up to see that Preeti had managed to make her way to his door with the aid of her crutches.

As the doctor had mentioned, the first week would be one of the greatest changes after which the body would adapt to the soul sensor and the gains would plateau. It had only been three days and she was already able to walk around unaided, with only the help of her crutches.

Aman felt warm in his heart from the concern of his family. It desalinated the chilling shadow of death that had covered him and he felt a lot better.

He reassured them and sent them back with explanations of it only being a nightmare. Nothing more. They didn't have to know how deadly the nightmare actually was.

Closing the door and leaning his back against it, he exhaustedly sank down along it to the ground.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled.

"So… I met the infamous Mahishasura and the King of the Gods. On my first trip to the dreamland. Is my luck really that bad, or should I say good?"

[Actually, it wasn't all luck. Try and remember what is supposed to happen later this week.]

"Later this week," muttered Aman before it finally hit him. "You can't mean… the Puja Vacations?"

[Exactly. After experiencing your situation and combining it with the current circumstances, I was able to finally get some clue to analyse some of the scrambled data that was present in the AI.]

[Apparently, the AI for the Spirit Dimension is just a torn down version of the one used in the Indian Institute of Eugenics to enter the dreamland. There are a few modules that have been simply removed and simplified. But the modification left some vague traces. With the clue I got now, I was able to reverse engine…]

"Stop! I don't care. Get to the point. What is the reason I nearly got killed and is it possible to avoid danger? Otherwise, I don't think going into the dreamland is any different from suicide."

[Fine. The crux of the matter is that the dreamland is affected by the collective subconsciousness of the public. As many people are thinking about the myth that is the basis of the religious festival of Durga Puja which is arriving, the dreamland is showing scenes from the related myth.]

"So, that was the scene of Mahishasura attacking Heaven and battling the Devas of the Heavenly Court?"

[Yes. That was what it most likely was.]

"So, was that demon and those Gods real? Like, have they been perpetually conducting their fight throughout the aeons that have passed since their death? Were they even ever alive in the first place?"

[I don't have the answers but, I feel that I have data on these topics encrypted in my memory. If we want to clarify this, we need to cultivate. But, if I were to make an educated guess, I'd say that the demon and the gods were basically just constructs made up of nano-photons, shaped by the whims of the public subconscious.]

[Just like in an ocean, there are some swirls of water, these creatures were spawned by the agglomeration of the nano-photons in the dreamland. In fact, I got some readings off them. Other than Indra and Mahishasura, the rest of the Gods were just fuzzy constructs and a few of them even vanished and some new ones popped up even as the battle was going on.]

"Wait. How did you even notice with all the hectic stuff going on?"

[I have no emotions. Therefore, I am not crippled by fear. And anyway, whatever you see even from the corner of your eyes is recorded by the brain and I can access it. Perfect recall, if you will. That's how I have data from even that situation.]

Suddenly Aman felt that there was a light screen in front of him showing the picture of the fight again, then it zoomed into a corner and there even amidst all the shaking of the frame, he managed to catch one of the forms of the Devas simply disintegrating and elsewhere, another just appeared.

"How are you doing this?" asked Aman as he tried to touch the screen and his hand passed through.

[The database of the AI was really useful. The screen is in your mind. I don't have a hologram projector hidden in me.]

Aman sheepishly retracted his hand.

"Perfect recall is great and all… but how do you enter the dreamland safely? I don't want to pop up in another one of these epic scenes. Next time I might not survive."

[As I said, I managed to glean some stuff from the AI. Apparently, the Indian Institute of Eugenics only lets the players enter the dreamland at specific times and at lonesome places. It is basically calculated to minimize the chance of what happened to you happening to any one of them.]

[I have some of the metrics for calculation but I will have to analyse them more before we can enter the dreamland again with some measure of safety. Till then, I suggest that you view the changes in your soul. Our ordeal wasn't for nothing.]

The Gene Era has begun. Mankind has taken their first steps on the Road to Perfection.

Aman was ready to sacrifice everything for his family and for that he suffered the ridicule of his peers and the betrayal of his lover.

At the lowest point of his life, in a shady alley, from the hands of a dying man, he received the key to the GENE Project.

Now, embroiled in events far larger than he could ever imagine, will our protagonist reach the end of the Road to Perfection? Or will he die mid-way? 

Read on to find out.

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I thought to myself 
with what means, with 
what deceptions, with 
how many varied arts, 
with what industry a 
man sharpens his wits 
to deceive another, 
and through these 
variations the world is 
made more beautiful.

~ Los Angeles, White corp. HQ ~
Later that afternoon, Leah and Pam wrapped up work. 
As usually, they were the last from the team to leave.
Since Leah joined, the two of them are working closely together. Both are smart and sharp, and their collaboration is flawless. 
Their interaction is mostly work-related, and they didn't share with each other anything from their private life.
On their way out, Leah's stomach grumbled, indicating that it's past dinner time.
"What are your plans for dinner?", Pam asked when she noticed Leah rub her belly with a frown.
"I was thinking to eat when I reach Sophia's place, but now I will grab something on the way."
"Uhm… I don't have plans. Do you want to eat together? We can go to one of the places down the street."
Leah thought how that is a great idea. "Sure."
The two of them headed to a small Indian restaurant few blocks away. 
…
The atmosphere inside the restaurant was lively, and they needed to wait for a free table. Pam suggested that they go to a different place, but Leah held her back: "The amount of patrons should tell how good is the food. It is worth waiting for food at this place."
Pam didn't have an opinion on this. She is not used to these restaurants, considering that only recently she started earning money and is still living on a tight budget.
After twenty minutes of wait, they got seated at a table. 
Leah took care of ordering food.
"We can order few dishes and share them, family style. That way you get to taste more.", Leah said when she confirmed that Pam never tasted Indian food.
"From where are you, if you don't mind me asking?", Leah was curious.
"A small town in Kansas.", Pam responded and added when she guessed why Leah is asking: "We don't have Indian restaurants there. The closest eat-out place is McDonald's, twenty miles away."
"I see… What made you come here?"
"I escaped.", Pam said with a troubling expression.
Leah can see that there is more to that story, but it's unpleasant, and decided to change the topic. "What do you think about working for Sophia?"
Pam's eyes lit up. "I am grateful that she gave me a chance."
"You are doing great." Leah encouraged Pam when she saw that Pam is insecure.
"I am aware that I am underqualified, and I am doing my best to make up for it. I don't want her to regret hiring me."
Leah was curious about Pam's choice of words. "Underqualified? What degrees you have?"
"High school… But as soon as I save money, I plan to continue studies online."
Leah smiled and gave an encouraging nod. "Don't worry about it. If Sophia gave you a job, she does not think that you are underqualified. But it is a good thing to get an additional education. Only six months ago I got my degree in business administration. So, technically, I worked for Sophia with a high-school degree also."
Pam noticed that Leah's expression became gentle when she spoke about Sophia. "You have a good opinion of Sophia." 
Leah didn't deny it. "Yes. We went to high-school together, so I know her for a while. We lost touch when she went to college, and reconnected when she returned as a future CEO in a need of an assistant. She is great, kind, wise, generous. Benefits are amazing. I enjoyed working with her."
"Why did you leave?"
Leah sighed. "I followed my heart."
Pam realized that it didn't end well. "I am sorry."
"Don't be. Last year was an eye opening experience for me. And I had a lot of fun."
"So, why are you back?" Pam asked curiously, and quickly regretted overstepping boundaries. "Sorry, I didn't mean to poke my nose where it does not belong."
"No, it's OK. I realized that I am the only one who is willing to compromise, and it was getting more and more difficult over time. Maybe love is not for me."
"What makes you say so?"
"Ever since I started dating: guys approached me, I get high on love and before it starts it's over. And then came Isabella… energetic, wonderful, different, funny, attentive… everything was right. I could not believe that she is interested in me. And she introduced me to a whole new world. But… it was not meant to last." Leah noticed that Pam is staring at her with mouth half open. "What?"
Pam cleared her throat awkwardly and admitted her thoughts: "I didn't realize that you followed your heart for a woman."
Leah stifled a laugh. "Is that unusual?"
Pam shook her head. "I guess it's not. Sorry for my insensible reaction."
Pam looked at Leah's kind expression, and she felt guilty for judging her. For some inexplicable reason, Pam sensed that she can tell Leah her story and that Leah will not judge her, and it maybe helps explain her narrowminded reaction. 
Pam took a deep breath and spoke: "I grew up in a small place, where being different is not a good thing. As a girl, from me was expected to learn how to read and write, do the laundry, cook… marry a guy and have a lot of kids. I refused to marry son of our neighbor who courted me. I was seventeen years old when her forced himself on me and used that as a reason that I should marry him. He said that no other man will want me because I am used, but he will take the responsibility. The sad thing was that my parents agreed with his logic. I was devastated. He hurt me, and it was not enough... I was doomed to suffer for the rest of my life because he got his eyes on me. No one cared how I feel or what I want to do with my life. The only good thing was that I didn't end up pregnant. On our wedding night, I slammed a vase against his head and ran as fast as I could. Over the next few years, I moved through shelters, worked odd jobs, finished high school online from a public library… and last year I ended up in Los Angeles. I worked as a part-time waitress while applying to hundreds of jobs weekly, and I was surprised to get a call. Someone was crazy or desperate enough to think that I might be a good match as a personal assistant."
It was Leah's turn to have her mouth half open. "Wow, you have been through a lot."
Pam was happy that she was right: Leah is not judging her. "I was through a lot, but I am here now, and I will not allow Sophia to regret hiring me. I am working as hard as I can and as soon as I save enough money, I will continue my education."
"You are smart. I'm sure you will do great."
"Thanks... What are your plans?", Pam asked reluctantly. Part of her fears that Leah came back to claim her old job.
"I don't know yet. Travel maybe. I still have some savings, and many places to see. I will do charity work to get this bad-relationship karma off from me."
"Bad karma?", Pam mused. "Maybe you just need to take charge of it."
"What?" Leah didn't understand.
"My life was a mess until I decided to take charge. My parents, my siblings, my cousins, neighbors, everyone was telling me what I should do, and I listened, and I was miserable. I escaped when I was eighteen years old, and it was difficult, but I reached here, and at the age of twenty-three I am free and happy. You said it, out of all your lovers, they approached you and you are the one who got swept away. I believe that the person who takes the initiative is in charge. If you take the initiative, your love life will change because you will be the one calling the shots."
Leah frowned slightly. "Those are some deep thoughts. I need time to think about it."
The food arrived.
"I ordered everything mild in spice, since you said that you never had Indian food…", Leah explained. 
"Oh, thanks…", Pam was flustered while curiously looking at the colorful food laid out on the table. She never had anything like that. While with her parents, it was not available, and after she ran from home she was unable to afford eating in a proper restaurant like this.
The flavor explosion in Pam's mouth was unexpected and she was happy that Leah ordered mango lassi for cooling off taste buds. 
They talked about food, and Pam eagerly listened Leah's stories about her travels and asked for clarifications when needed.
Pam told herself that once she has enough money, she will travel and see (and taste) those things also.
Leah enjoyed that Pam is genuinely interested in her stories. 
With Isabella, they mostly talked about work and plans related to work and Isabella's father, and Isabella's meetings… 
For the first time in a long time Leah got to talk about things that are related to her, to someone who is attentive. It was a good feeling.
"Thank you for listening.", Leah told Pam when they left the restaurant with bellies filled with tasty food.
"Thank you for sharing your stories. I really enjoyed it.", Pam responded enthusiastically. 
Leah laughed. "You are welcome. Maybe we can repeat this?"
Pam blinked. "I would love to… Good night."
"Good night. See you tomorrow!", Leah called before entering the cab.
"See you.", Pam said, while waving at the departing cab.
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This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.

Sarah is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of a hacker Omega and her world flips when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.


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Story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***



"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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hi readers , this is a another story from me . i am Indian so all the stories plots will be around india .so enjoy my new story .  sorry guys due to my marriage  i can't  give an update.  after march 16 there will be updates.

Living alone in Upstate New York for the past two years, that is prior to my time travel, has greatly helped with my survival abilities. I know summer can not stay forever. Leaves will turn and fall and winter will come. And I really don't want to migrate to anywhere and then come back like the birds. I'm here to stay. For Aylen and Oota I'm their man, the pillar of their lives. Their blinding faith in me is enough motivation for me to get up in the morning and getting closer each day to live the life as an Algonquian Indian, not. 
To satisfy Aylen's forever curiosity, I have to tell her and Oota stories each night. It was first just Aylen and Oota. Soon other kids joined then their parents. Pretty soon I have the whole clan sitting around me and the bonfire listening to me telling stories of the world and their world as I know.
I tell them stories about the continents and the oceans surrounding them, about the geography of North America, about Asians arriving here across the Bering Sea and about the more than 500 tribes living on it. 
Has the Aztec Empire already fallen to the Spanish conquest? I still would not know. Let's leave it out.
"Yao, how would you know about these?" Aylen asked, about the stories I have told. "The Great Kun picked me up and I rode with him and saw it myself. The Great Kun has also told me many of the stories. " I can't say I have traveled back in time but want to put the question to rest once for all.  This is as closest as I could to convince Aylen of where I came from. I did not want to freak her out by telling her I came from the 21st Century. And believe me, it wasn't too far fetched. 

The Ojibwe or Chippewa legend has it that two sisters once wished upon the starts and ended up in heaven. Through an old lady's help in finding a tunnel they were able to come down on a rope they made. Upon landing and being stuck in an eagle's nest they called out for help and promised to marry anyone who could save them. An wolverine rescued them and they became his young wives. When the two sisters eventually decided to leave him because of his ugly looks they sought help from the trees. The legend goes that every time the wolverine howls the wind would cause the trees to whistle back to hide the sisters' whereabouts. 

Without a saw or knife or anything metal, the quickest way I could think of in setting up a winter shelter was building a mud hut, the most primitive dwelling I could think of and build. As the thick and squarely mud blocks lay drying under the Sun, my fellow citizens looked on with ever increasing awe and respect. Through trial and error the bricks also came out ok from the mud kiln I built. They would serve nicely as the brick floor for me. I wasn't about to have arthritis when I got older. I figured the average life span then should be no more than 35 years of age. Anything I could do within my own control would help and improve the situation. 
Our neighboring Iroquois are known as the people of the long house, wood framed and pelt covered, my squarely house looked much more solid and stately. Check out the stove and fire place I built in the middle of the room with an open floor plan. It was standard 6 inch clay chimney and kiln fired. To save time and materials I only built the side walls about 6 feet high, but with the gable roof on top of it, it doesn't feel low at all once one goes inside. For the exterior wall, I had it plastered with a thick layer of mud mixed with straw and cow dung, or bison dung I should say. Once tried, I sculptured on the front side a giant Kun and colored it with lime for the body and his eyes dark red with dried animal blood. 

When all finished and done, it looked more and more like a tobacco hut than a house.  I was still impressed. My friends and neighbors looked with envy. My exampled served its purpose. So I spent the next month helping and directing them in building their own mud houses. For a moment I thought I have joined the Peace Corp. But Peace Corp. couldn't get better than this. In half a year's time I have helped everyone transformed out of the Stone Age. As I fine tuned my kiln and adjusted the firing temperature and its duration, I was able to have ceramics produced out of my kilns. As the words got out I was also quickly getting a lots of customers, customers of different tribes coming from farther and farther away. And the quantities they ordered were also getting bigger and bigger. Soon I was having over a 100 people working for me. The trade was still using the barter system then, with winter coming soon, I have already acquired enough food and fur for my workers to survive the winter. It was good there was no minimum wage standard, no employee withholding taxes or 401Ks required of me. They would come later.  I do however have Sunday off for everyone. To be able to feed and house my workers was the single most important objective for me at the moment.

I separated my men from the women with men working at the kilns and women in charge of a communal kitchen I set up and the warehouse of materials we have acquired and accumulating.  To defend possible looting and attacks that might come any moment from other tribes I had to come up with a way quickly to defend us. So I had ceramic arrow heads and short swards fired and produced and armed all my men with them. Twice a week they'd train with me, long distance running for endurance, formation and marching for discipline, archery and stone throwing for attack, and close combat for survival. They were to become my first and alpha company. I wanted to make a flag for my company but we had only stick but no silk. It would have to wait until next year. Training them was essential but still not enough. My men needed indoctrination, an ideal they could work for and even die for. I needed this too. I could teach them to fight for freedom, but they were free to begin with. So I would have to think hard on this. 

Aylen wanted to join the training too I told her no. I wasn't about to let a 15 year old girl to join a bloody fight. But it is time to start a classroom as the saying goes the mind is a terrible thing to waste. So I told Aylen to round up all the kids anywhere between ten to twenty and we were about to starch a school and anyone else who'd be interested would also be welcome. Everything would have to start from scratch. Without any paper the birch bark would have to do. As blackboard and chalk would also take much time to make and of little commercial value I decided to go with a sand box. I could teach them either English or Chinese or both. Chinese derived from pictograph hence close in concept to the Indian symbols and thinking and they appear foreign hence secretive to the Europeans. But I needed to see a society of assimilation and peaceful co-existence. America is a vast land. With only about 50 million people tops, the population size even more that Wyoming, it surely can accommodate people of all races and countries of origin. As the Statute of Liberty would read,  "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" It sounds great plus English is much easier to teach and learn. So I decided to teach my students English. 
The fist class started with more than 60 people. I would teach them about one hour in the morning and one hour after dinner each day. Most of my men also joined in the attendance. Without knowing what year I was in I have to do everything I could to get them ready for the very first "contact." So aside from English, I have also started a class called "ten thousand whys." Starting with teaching them numbers and simple math as I know, I wanted to focus on increasing their knowledge from learning about the basics of the human body, personal hygiene, to the world I know of. To teach them to learn about reasoning and thinking, I would always start the class with a student to volunteer a question why and the class would go from there. 

Winter finally came with the season's first snow fall. The mountains may be blanketed in white, the blood from the coming siege has dyed my compound dark red and became rude awakening for me.

A retired Chinese American lawyer traveled back in time to North America after the fall of the Aztec Empire in the mid 1500s. To defend his newly found and extended family the young Chief Kang embarked on an epic journey to establish an Indian Nation that forever changed history.

Chapter 1110 – Indian Empire
 As for the Sri Lanka matter, it was more complicated than settling Hawaii.

 In Hawaii, be it Great Xia or Dawson Dynasty, neither had a teleportation formation. The battle between the two sides was limited to clashes between the squadrons, and there were no anomalies.

 Sri Lanka was different, as the imperial city definitely had teleportation formations.

 Peacock Dynasty, as the 1st dynasty in India, had vast territory and a large number of troops. Although not comparable to Great Xia, it would be around the same level as Great Zhou or even a little better.

 Facing such a strong opponent, Great Xia did not have the confidence to take down Sri Lanka through an ocean battle.

 Ouyang Shuo said, "For the Sri Lanka matter, once Yanhuo Yaonie and Alvaro returned to the city, we will discuss it!"

 This concerned the safety of the voyage trading route. One of them was the Fleet Admiral of the Indian Ocean Squadron, while the other was the Fleet Admiral of the Atlantic Squadron. They both held the responsibility of protecting the trade route, so they naturally had the most say in the matter.

 Ouyang Shuo was looking forward to the two of them bringing him surprises.
 ...
 Gaia 5th year, 9th month, 25th day.

 Great Xia appointed Du Ruhui as the Grand Commissioner to go toward the Beijiang battlefield. It showed that even with the international changes, Great Xia's battle plan could not be shaken.

 The Battle of Jin had to continue!

 This was undoubtedly really comforting, and it let the players living within Great Xia heave a sigh of relief. They were afraid that Great Xia would yield to the external threat.

 Toward this, different sides had different reactions.
 ...
 Great Zhou Dynasty, Handan City.

 "The old fox is certain that we won't dare to start."

 Di Chen's face was really ugly, as this kind of being looked down on feeling was not great. The good mood that grew because of the TWP was wiped out.

 On the topic of the TWP, Di Chen also felt really complicated.

 First, TWP was started by Jack. Secondly, even if TWP was formed, Great Zhou's ocean region was locked down by Great Xia, so they could benefit little from it.

 On the other hand, the Dawson Dynasty used its unique geographical advantage to welcome an explosive period of voyage trading. Chasing up to and even exceeding Great Xia was just a matter of time.

 "On the global field, will Great Zhou fall to the position of side character?" Di Chen was unwilling.

 Originally, in his mind, along with the establishment of TWP, Great Xia would turn its main opponent from Great Zhou to the Dawson Dynasty. This would give Great Zhou some precious breathing room.

 Who knew that Great Xia would be so steely.

 If it were not for him having a shred of rationality left, Di Chen would think about launching an attack on Beijiang Province to teach Great Xia a lesson. "Unfortunately, he could not!"

 News spread from Difeng that the Tiger, Leopard, and Eagle Legion Corps that Great Xia placed at the borders had been really active, scaring Chun Shenjun to death.

 "Useless!" Di Chen felt more and more annoyed with him.

 A few days ago, as Di Chen ordered the Handan Squadron to shoot the merchants, Chun Shenjun was really unhappy. He grumbled for the Imperial Court to compensate the losses, which created problems for Di Chen.

 "To be so petty at such a moment, his nature truly cannot be changed."

 These were still small problems. The major problem in front of Di Chen was that once Great Xia took down Jin, the strategic space of Great Zhou would be reduced once more.

 "Do I really have to take that step?" 

 When Juedai Fenghua saw that, she sighed in her heart. Even when Di Chen ascended to the position of king and established the Great Zhou Dynasty, the situation that they faced did not get any better.

 The current Great Zhou was like a trapped beast.

 "A trapped beast will put up a desperate fight!"

 Di Chen's face was really vicious. Great Zhou was the roots of his family, and he could not allow it to be buried here.

 "If the old fox really forces my hand, I'll let him see what the strength of the aristocratic family is. I'll let him know what is called a final struggle." Di Chen was forced to the edge of the cliff.

 Within the Imperial Reading Room, there was a low sigh.
 ...
 Dawson Dynasty, Free City.

 Jack placed down the intel and smiled, "This person is as Di Chen described, so young but already an old fox. He really does unexpected things."

 "But no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot escape the gun of a hunter." As he said that, Jack looked at the middle-aged man opposite him, like he was asking a question and also like he was muttering to himself.

 The mysterious man kept silent.

 Great Xia drawing close to Great Zhou was something that Jack wanted to see. If the Di Family fell, the Dawson family would be able to remove their biggest rival in the organization, so why not?

 As for the battle between the Dawson dynasty and Great Xia?

 "The show has just begun." Jack smiled. He had plotted many plans and was just waiting for the fish to get hooked. "The strength of Silver Hand is just being revealed."
 ...
 Indian Empire, Cusco.

 The Lord of the empire, Juarez, was also focusing on Great Xia's actions.

 In history, the South American continent had given birth to a glorious dynasty – the Incan empire. However, after being discovered by the Spanish, the dynasty was quickly destroyed.

 Since then, South America welcomed close to 300 years of colonization.

 Their homes were destroyed, their civilizations crushed, and their population cut. As they had a lack of labor, the colonial masters brought in black slaves from Africa.

 The suzerains forced their colonies to produce products that could be sold on the international market, which was why their economies developed in a skewed manner.

 Spain, Portugal, and the like; their systems, customs, religions, and cultures all followed in and spread across South America.

 Spanish, Portuguese, and the like replaced the Indian language and became the most commonly used languages.

 Even before establishing the Federation, Brazil's national language was Portuguese. The other South America countries basically used Spanish.

 The true Indians had a limited living space.

 Who knew that the planetary migration would give them a chance to rise up once more? Indian Juarez's rise in South America could mirror that of Ouyang Shuo's in China, the stuff of legends.

 The current Indian Empire was slowly taking root in South America.

 Due to historical reasons, it was expected that such an empire had no good feelings toward the Dawson Dynasty. As such, they naturally would not join the TWP.

 On the contrary, they had a good impression of China.

 Experts proved that during the Tang Dynasty, there was a batch of Nuzhen people in China who crossed the Pacific and disembarked on South America. They were known as the Oukang people. Amongst which, a portion moved into Mexico and some to the other parts of the lands, merging with the mysterious Incan culture.

 Many Indians had the same specialties as the yellow people. Their hair was black and straight, they were yellow-skinned, had saw-like teeth as well as birthmarks on their butts that white and black people did not have.

 On a bloodline level, Indians and Chinese came from the same line.

 Apart from that, there were many similarities between the two civilizations, for example prayers, burials, and the like.

 There were also similar flooding stories, similar patterns on jewelry, games, and the like.

 Similar medicine and acupuncture techniques, similar musical instruments, and the like.

 The stone carving writings of South America were really similar to the Chinese 
 Oracle bone script.

 Due to such historical similarities, along with the common enemy of Silver Hand, Indian Empire and Great Xia were naturally linked to one another.

 "I really look forward to that legendary figure visiting my empire." Juarez muttered to himself.




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However, in an unexpected turn of events, Ouyang Shuo found himself back five years before the betrayal – right before the launch of Earth Online. This time, armed with the knowledge from his past life, Ouyang Shuo would venture upon a new path.

How to perfectly complete quests? What historical battle maps would appear? How should one build up their territory? Utilizing the experience from the predecessors of his last life, Ouyang Shuo makes his bid for the top against all odds. Follow his journey as he seeks to lord over the world!

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