I nodded to myself as I saw this and went to confirm that there was indeed no one. When that was done I decided to start creating the skills I needed and went to start with the ones I would use to deliver damage. I began with the most basic one but the one that I was sure was going to be the strongest for quite some time. I gathered mana in the palm of my hand and focused into a ball. I ignored the message box telling me that I created Mana Sphere. I then focused on the core and began to slowly make the energies within the ball spin in multiple direction at the same time. I realized this wouldn't have been possible had I not acquired the Mana Manipulation skill because I was focusing very hard on this even if I knew I was taking the correct steps on developing this technique. A few minutes later the technique was complete and I was surprised to see that it looked exactly like the Rasengan.
A skill has been created through a special act. The skill 'Spiraling Mana Sphere' has been created.
Spiraling Mana Sphere. Active. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. A close range technique developed by 'The Gamer' based on past experiences. Mana is focused on the palm of the hand and is forced to spin in multiple directions while at the same time maintaining the shape of a perfect sphere. 50% Defense penetration. 1000% of INT Damage when taking a direct hit. Cost: 200 MP.
The first thing I did after I used the newly created skill to destroy a nearby tree was too rename it to 'Rasengan'. After that I began to analyze its properties and found out that I was now a direct hit from Rasengan would cause 330 damage which was quite a lot considering I was only level 3 –almost 4. The cost was fairly accurate since a technique that powerful needed a large supply of Mana and since I as planning on using it as a finisher then I didn't have an issue with its high cost.
Then it came the mid-range technique. I focused mana into the palm of my hand and built it there until I felt it was sufficient energy. A drew my hand back before I threw it forward and released my hold on the energy I had built up as my hand came forward. A blast of spread mana was released from my hand and it forward loosing force the further it went until the energy dispersed into the air.
A skill has been created through a special act. The skill 'Mana Blast' has been created.
Mana Blast. Active. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. A close to mid-range technique developed by 'The Gamer'. The user focuses mana into the palm of their hand and it is released as hand is pushed forward towards the enemy. The longer the technique goes the weaker it becomes. 100% of INT Concussive Damage. 20% chance of causing the 'Stunned' ailment. Range: 10 Meters. Cost: 20 MP.
After that skill was created and I used it to almost upturn a small three from its roots I went and developed the Spinning Mana Arrow skill. It was fairly easy and it cost an insignificant amount compared to Rasengan and Mana Blast. I directed the arrow I created and pierced the three I had used Mana Blast on previously. I looked towards the part of my HUD that marked how much MP I had left and I still had more than 80% and it was already refilling. I wasn't filling tired either so I forgone a break and continued developing the skills I had set myself to develop.
The defensive skills were next.
Iron Skin. Active/Passive. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. A defensive technique developed by 'The Gamer' based on past experiences. The user coats their body in a layer of mana that it's absorbed into the skin passively strengthening it. The defensive properties of Iron Skin will stack up as the user keeps supplying mana into the skin. Cost: 30 MP.
Mana Shield. Active. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. One of the most basic defense skills using mana. Handling the energy called mana has existed for a long time, and mana shield is one among many. Blocks a portion of the damage depending on the INT and the max amount of mana the user has and the power of the attack that it's attempted to be blocked. Cost: 40 MP. Maintenance Cost: 60 MP.
The moment I developed Iron Skin I realized it was a long term type of skill due to its stacking up feature and that suited me perfectly and I was sure I was going to get very fond of the technique. I wasn't too worried about the immense cost of Mana Shield since it will lower as I grinded it up until the point bringing it forward would be the only costly thing. After I was done developing the defensive skills I went ahead and created the support skills.
Weapon Creation. Active. Lvl Max. A technique developed by the gamer to create solid weapons from mana. The usefulness of this technique will depend on the knowledge and imagination of the user. Weapons created through this skill will not have a set durability but instead will remain for as long as the user keeps feeding mana to the weapon created. Cost: 40 MP to create weapon. 10 MP per minute to maintain weapon created.
High Speed Movement. Active. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. A technique developed by 'The Gamer' based on past experiences. The user focuses mana on their legs and takes a step as he releases the built up mana in a bursts making them reach incredible speeds for as long as that step reaches. With enough experience the user can easily break the sound barrier with this technique. Cost per step: 10 MP.
After I created something that was as close as I was going to get to Flash Step or Sonido –I'm so glad its cost is insignificant! I recalled two other skills that were very useful. The first one was directly involved with what I decided was going to be my main weapon of choice: Swords. The second one however made me apprehensive for what I needed to do create it but Gamer's Mind did its thing and made me convince myself that it was necessary to further myself towards my goals. Using Weapon Creation I created a generic double edged one handed sword and gave it a few swings against a tree slashing it deeply until a message box appeared. The sword disappeared in blue particles of light as I read the new message.
A skill has been created through a special act. The skill 'Sword Mastery' has been created.
Sword Mastery. Passive. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. Allows user to freely handle any type of swords. 5% increase in attack damage with swords. 5% increase in attack speed with swords.
I dismissed the message box with a wave of my hand before sighing and groaning at what I was going to do next. I walked forward towards one of trees and prepared myself mentally to what I was about to do. Gamer's Mind helped a lot and after the fifth time I took a deep breath I reared my hand back, curled into a fist and punched the tree with all my strength without using mana. I cried out in agony as I felt the bones of my hand breaking and my wrist dislocating. I cradled my hand and noticed through teary eyes that while I felt the effects of me punching the tree my hand did not break nor my wrist was dislocated but my HP had dropped by almost a 10%. A few seconds later the pain stopped and a new message box appeared.
A skill has been created through a special and stupid act. The skill 'Physical Endurance' has been created.
Physical Endurance. Passive. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. The body's durability increases, allowing for less damage taken. 2% decrease in damage taken by attacks.
I decided to call it a day after I was finished creating the support skills. I have been at it for more than three hours and my mana pool was almost depleted with less than ten percent of it remaining but I still had enough mana for the final skill I was going to create that day. I focused mana into my hand and raised it high in the sky before telling it to take me out of the place it had created and to deliver me back to where I had come from. Ten minutes later everything around me broke as if it was made off glass and all the damaged I had caused to the park disappeared as if it hadn't been there on the first place.
A skill has been created through a special act. The skill 'ID: Escape' has been created.
ID: Escape. Active. Lvl 1 [0.0%]. Used to escape instant dungeons.
Looking up to the sky I realized that it was already tinted a slightly dark orange meaning that night was nearing and it was time for me to return home. Tomorrow I will come back to grind my skills as much as I could because the day after tomorrow I will be doing some undead hunting.
 
(You must be thinking right now: OhmygawdOhmygawdOhmygawdOhmygawd! He is back! THE man is back! He will update his older stories! Especially DEN! YES! WOHOO!
Sorry to burst your bubbles but I don't think I'll be writing Deus Ex Naruto. It doesn't really have a direction and it was just a lemon fest… which it isn't bad per see but I guess I just wanted something more meaningful in my writes.
So I came up with this. I became enamored with the concept of The Gamer and I have recently read all the volumes on the High School DxD light novels. So I decided to do a Pseudo SI OC as Issei with the gamer abilities. It will be a story filled with action –badassery on the main character's part, romance –a lot of lemons because I am still a pervert and whatever I come up with.
I'll be posting a 'Character Sheet' on a different story with each chapter so you can keep track of the main character's progress each chapter which I promise will always be significant. This sheets will describe the stats of the main character at the end of each chapter along with all the skills, details and their currente levels. You'll se what I mean. No go en read the next installment. I'll try to post 3 chapters a month at least but I make no promises but you should at least get two chapters.)

I died after making my first bad decission I wasn't expecting to be reborn in a world of Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels and Yokai. I wasn't expecting to the be the 'main character'. I wasn't expecting for my life to become a game. I will, however, make the most of this peculiar situation. 


SI OC as Issei! Badass Main Character! MassHarem! Lemons!


(NOT MY BOOK)
Link : https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11986220/1/DxD-Gamer

The first he needed was to fix up the stability of the horse carriage. Abel added 4 groups of bulky springs between the wheels and the body of the carriage as shock absorbers.
Abel was sure that the quality of these springs would be unmatchable. This was not only because Abel remembers how to make the spiral springs from his past incarnation, but it was also due to his incomparable strength.
When it came to making these springs, one needed to through the spring iron into the furnace. Then slowly strike it until it became a thick stick of iron. Afterward, one needed to wrap the stick of iron around an iron rod. Since Abel did not have the equipment for this, that's where his enormous strength could shine. Although these spring irons were not as strong as the 100 skills irons, it was still impossible for a normal human to bend. If Abel's body did not develop in such a rapid pace in these past few days, there's no way he could do this.
There were 4 springs in a group. Every group was secured by a sheet of metal at the bottom of the carriage between the wheels. It took Abel a large amount of time and effort to secure this total of 16 springs.
The shock absorbers had been completed. Then, it was the most crucial step. Before this, Abel had already forged 20 thick rectangle sheets of 100 skills iron.
Only Abel would have used 100 skills iron to form an ordinary sheet. Normally, these type of iron was only used in the weapons of the highest value, such as a big sword. In fact, they were treated as treasures by all blacksmiths.
Abel drew out a rough area on the sheet and proceeded to throw it in the furnace. after it was burning red, he took it out with a tong. Then he put a hole for the gem on the sheet with a hammer drill.
After Abel drilled a hole in all 20 of the sheets, he threw them all into the water for cooling. After he whipped them dry, it was rune drawing time.
He had prepared to draw some ice magic runes, which he was way too familiar with. However, this time he would be using the intermediate ice magic rune ink he had combined. The rune path created by these intermediate rune ink was often very fragile, so it was better to still be very careful.
On top of that, Abel would be using this on his own carriage, so safety was definitely a priority. However, these rune inks were combined anyway, so it didn't actually cost that much.
Since Abel's power of the will had increased, drawing runes were like a walk in the park. He had drawn 5 runes in a roll until he felt his power of the will depleting. He rested for 30 minutes before drawing another 5 runes. Just like that, 10 ice magic runes were complete.
Abel then took out the intermediate fire magic rune ink and turned the other 10 iron sheets into fire magic iron sheets.
In the hole of each of the sheets, Abel separately placed 10 blue gems and 10 red gems. All of these gems were combined by Abel, so the cost was low as well.
Afterward, Abel used some normal iron to forged 2 large boxes. He then puts some small holes on it with a hammer drill and placed each of them on each side of the carriage.
Then, Abel secured some fan arms on to each of the holes inside the cupboard. There were conveyor belts connecting the fan arm to the wheels, allowing it to spin.
That's where the 20 sheets of iron could show it's power. He secured the 10 ice magic iron sheets on each of the 10 fan arms on one of the large boxes. Outside the cupboard, Abel added a handle. There were 10 different modes to the handle. If one pulled on the handle on the lowest mode, it would only ignite to 1 ice magic iron sheet, thus only unleashing a small amount of ice magic power. As the gears went higher, the more magic sheet it would ignite, thus the ice magic power would increase as well.
When the carriage was moving, the conveyor belt would spin these sheets inside the large box according to the motion of the wheels. When the ice magic power was ignited, cool air would blow out from those small holes of the box.
This was a special ice magic air conditioner designed by Abel. It used the same technology as those ice magic big sword of his. Since a big sword normally would be sold for 20 thousand gold coins in an auction. If each sheet of iron worth the same amount of a big sword, this air conditioner could worth more than 200 thousand gold coins.
Of course, if you want to calculate the price of this thing, who could forget about the intermediate rune ink. Since the material for these ink was extremely rare, they were almost priceless. Therefore it was very hard to calculate the actual price.
With the same method, Abel installed the 10 fire magic sheets into the other large box, thus creating a fire magic heater. 
This entire air conditioning system could cost well over 400 thousand gold coins. Abel wondered if he should mass-produce it. A mere air conditioning system like this could pay for the training fees for his entire life.
Normally when a horse carriage was made, the gap between the wheels and the body of the carriage was only filled with some lubricants. This method seemed very outdated to Abel. Since he had now installed the springs on to each of the wheels, they could continue moving despite the bumpy roads. It would also go faster since it required much less effort for the bull or horse to pull.
Abel also did some upgrades to the wheels of the carriage. He wrapped layers of orc skin on each of its rims, the outermost layer was equipped with the highest quality orc skin. These orc skins were found in the secret collection of the Knight of Marshall. Due to their small surface area, they could not be turned in to armors. Therefore they were just gathering dust in the storage, only until now, Abel had taken it out to use it as tires for the carriage.
Just like that, the super luxurious horse carriage has completed its upgrade. Abel called in some carpenter from the castle. He told them to secure the 2 large boxes of the air conditioner with wood and turn it into 2 tables. Now, both the front and back of the carriage was equipped with 2 sofas, 2 tables on each side, and under which was an air conditioning system.
Abel had sacrificed 3 days of effort to make this horse carriage, or bull carriage since it would be pulled by inferno bulls. He was sure that the Lord of Marshall would be very satisfied to receive this as a birthday gift.
Abel then took out the 2 different rune signs he got from the wargon. Although he had never seen these runes before, according to the Knight of Saroya, who was the leader of the knight brigade that battled the orcs, a wargon had also taken out a sign like this when it was being attacked, it hugely reduced the impact of the 33 knight's combined combat qi strike.
As far as Abel could remember, there weren't many runes in Diablo 2 that could reduce impact. If Abel's train of thoughts was correct, these 2 rune signs could very well be the "12#SOL Thor" runes.
12 # SOL thor:
+9 the lowest impact
Offset physical impact 7
Abel didn't know what "offset physical impact 7" meant in reality. However, he was reminded of the wound that was on a White cloud. Although it was long, it wasn't too deep, Abel speculated the rune sign must have drastically reduced the power of the 33 knight's combined combat qi. Therefore, "offset physical impact 7" should be around the force of around 30 official knights.
Although Abel was unsure how much power a commander would have, this rune should be more than capable of defending against an elite, or below knight.
Abel had an idea, he should make a shield out of this rune. Since it was still too challenging for him to make great defending weapons such as the "Ancient vow" with rune language. These single rune weapons should be doable.
Although Abel was not used to making shields, he didn't think it would be a problem because of his incredible strength and his increasing power of the will.
Abel decided to make a knight's shield, also known as the kite shield. These shields were flat on the top and sharp at the bottom. They were very commonly used by knights. Its surface was often color painted with the knight's family's coat of arms. It was practical and functional.
Abel picked out the best iron from the iron ore. He decided to start from scratch, it was the first time he would make a rough iron model since his strength has developed drastically.
This time, he struck the iron with a 100-pound hammer, he couldn't help it. The 30-pound hammer he used before felt like a toothpick in his hand. Although this 100-pound hammer still felt a bit light, it was already the heaviest one he could find.
He started from 1 skill and forged it into 80 skills with almost no effort at all. He realized he didn't even need to utilize his power of the will to do this, he could just use his brutal force. As he kept striking the iron with this nonsensical method, soon it had turned in to 100 skills. By this point, he was no longer satisfied with a 100 skills model of iron. If he had used his power of the will on top of this, who knows how many more skills could he forge?


I was reincarnated into another world, and I brought the Horadric Cube from Diablo II with me. 
Being a knight is cool and all, but being a wizard is pretty neat as well.
So, which one will it be?
  

Foxe looked at the page about Blue Iron in the book he borrowed. 

'Blue Iron: A very soft material with similar properties to iron. It is formed naturally by mana fusing itself into raw iron veins. Part of the iron will adopt a blue color and will be able to conduct mana and store it. Its texture is slightly reminiscent of clay, and it is also roughly as light. Blue Iron is...'

Then he began writing and thinking.

He noted and organized the cost of every living expense, and limited his budget for each. 

Food and water were three units per meal. This would translate to, assuming three meals a day, two hundred and seventy units over the course of the month. 

Foxe wanted to lower this. Two meals a day would suffice, saving ninety units. 

As for spellstones, he would ask Magorin to exclude him from the fortnightly duels. With this, he wouldn't have to use any at all, and Magorin wouldn't have to deal with unmotivated students who knew they had no chance of winning. 

Of course, if participation was profitable, he had no problem doing so. An empty spellstone was five units. He only needed two per battle: Water Whip and Lightning Spark. He could reuse Water Whip, but Lightning Spark was too forceful; the stone would not be fit for even a single reuse, and would be in terrible shape.

As for Water Whip, it averaged between four or five uses, just enough for a single tournament, assuming one use per fight. Beyond that, the inscriptions would be eroded and Foxe would need another stone.

Because of this, he needed between twenty-five and thirty units per tournament, possibly more if the opponent was fighting well, or less if they surrendered.

Teaching Filisen didn't cost him anything. They mostly worked on Filisen's spellstones, which were provided by the other party's father.

There weren't any other expenses such as rent. His house was his house, not Vetudemos'.

Besides this, it was also possible to find ways to gain money on top of his income from Filisen. Making an entertainment-type spell like the one he cheated Magorin with. Whether he used it or sold it didn't matter much.

These were easy to make. Turn mana into water and have it move around in a set way around himself. 

The way he was working, if he didn't sell, entertain or battle, he would get a total of four hundred over the course of the month. Minus the cost of food, and there remained two hundred and twenty. If he wasn't being productive and lazed around all the time, it would take about five months, he calculated. 

If he sold off Lightning Spark's formula to Saxeveten, he wouldn't have to work, but then he would create a new threat to himself. It was best to hog the advantage and not let it out. Lightning beats water in many ways.

A normal water spellstone formula for children was worth about fifty to one hundred units. It was clear how much value the Parvak saw in Lightning Spark, but it wasn't enough to make him consider selling it to them.

His other options were fighting at the academy and entertainment-type spells. Adults could go on missions outside the village to gather resources and such, but this was limited to those who graduated from the academy. It was a one-year course normally, so Foxe knew this wasn't an option.

Fights were fortnightly, so he couldn't rely on them. He would participate in a maximum of two during this time, and the pay off wasn't enough. 

As for useless spellstones, that was the final method. He reached into his money bag then walked out to a certain location at the edge of the village.

Here was an open area with a wooden stage. There was a box nearby, with "Money" written on it. Ab elder sat on a stool nearby this box. Foxe walked up to this man and told him he wanted to hold a show for entertainment.

"Machiavellian, are you serious?" he asked.

"Naturally."

"You better be. Do you know how this place works?" 

"Of course. The incentive is one hundred units. Please write down that I will hold a show at sunset if this requirement is met." Foxe spoke quickly and summarized everything the elder needed to know. He then took out a silver coin and handed it to him.

"You really do know your stuff. Alright then. Come a few minutes before that time to check for the money."

"Yes."

Foxe returned home and took ten Water Whip spellstones. He edited them for some time, inscribed some other spellstones, then took a nap.

* * *

In the meantime, the elder was writing, in a large font, on a signboard the information Foxe gave him for the show. 'At sunset, 100 units. Held by Machiavellian Foxe.'

Some people walked by this stage every so often to check for upcoming shows. They recognized the name but were surprised. To think a child would hold a show, all by himself. 

Normally, kids would avoid this, because there was a deposit of ten units.

In other words, Foxe was almost definitely not joking here.

Some people placed a silver, some a few coppers. 

By sunset, the sum reached one hundred. This amount wasn't huge, nor was it very small, but a few units from each interested passerby could easily add up to a hundred.

Foxe arrived at this time. Several large cloths were laid on the sand in front of the stage.

He walked up, and looked at the faces present. They were all familiar. He didn't need to rehearse; just use spellstones in sync with his own mana, and adopt an emotional expression. Easy.

He pulled out Rainfall and activated it. He inscribed this one himself earlier. What he did compared to the original was limit the area it covered, but increase the length of the spell. Inconveniencing the audience was frowned upon; he knew this.

Right after, he began moving slowly as he brought out and manipulated his mana, dissipating it lightly across the floor. He showed a sorrowful face, as if he was oppressed by the forces of this world. The presence of rain proved to exaggerate this feeling. 

With this, the audience was impressed. Foxe was pretty good at this. 

He would never disclose that this came from the embarrassing dances he did in front of the bathroom mirror even in his fifties. 

Eventually, Foxe descended onto his knees. He had placed down four edited Water Whips before he started, as a setup. Now, they activated as he used the mana he had earlier covered the ground with, latching onto each of his limbs like chains.

He lowered his head, staring at the ground as his long hair fell, nearly touching the floor. It was a sign of shameful regret and quiet.

The image this created was beautiful, yet sad. A prisoner of society, of life, of himself.

The older audience understood this idea. Their eyes teared. This was too much for them. They knew all too well how horrible life could be at times, and this reminded them of their own tough times.

Foxe got up, disabled everything, and bowed. "Thank you," he said. It was only pleasantry. He saw these people purely as bags of profit.

There were about thirty people present. The older ones consituted seven. Not one of them was seated now. They stood and put some extra tips into the box. Foxe's performance was at a great level.

Foxe waited politely until everyone left before reaping the profits. 'Two hundred and fourty.. Not bad.'

This was quite a good payoff. 

There were still six of these edited Water Whips, which he named Water Chains. All of them were at home. Alternate versions of existing formulas weren't worth very much usually, but it was still a good amount for the small amount of effort he invested.

He headed home.

In Earth's future, a shut-in researcher discovers the existence of magic. With it, he eradicates all life on the planet, only to be met with his own end.

Much time passes and this man wakes up to a new world.

A world of magic.

"Mother, I will take a look and then return." Qiao Mu joyously rushed past Wei Ziqin. 
Wei Ziqin turned around, a smile on her face. How long has it been since she saw her daughter this happy? Only now did she resemble an energetic child. 
As soon as Qiao Mu bounded out of her home, she saw 10-20 carriages stopped outside and a lot of workers unloading boxes one by one from the carriage, temporarily piling them up next to the entrance. 
One of the youths in tight-fitting black clothes received Qiao Mu and respectfully bowed. "Little Lord, should we move all the boxes in?" 
"Yes. Move it to beside the woodshed." Qiao Mu glanced at the youth and waved her hand. 
The villagers were attracted by the large commotion at Qiao Mu's home, and they were circled around the carriages, admiring the snugly shut boxes. 
"Qiaoqiao, did you spend all the gold from the Heavenly Dao Sect after buying this much?" Their neighbor, a middle-aged woman, looked at the items in front of Qiao Mu's home with curiosity on her face. Moving this many boxes in, wouldn't it fill that tiny amount of space in the courtyard to the brim? 
Qiao Mu nodded and pulled Qiao Hu outside to help to direct the boxes' transportation. As for her, she followed the youth in black through her home's door and had them move all of the boxes to the space next to the woodshed.
The number of boxes somewhat exceeded Qiao Mu's estimation, so she blinked, looking toward the youth in black with confusion in her eyes.
"There are 3000 iron arrows in here, each of them is forged from fine-quality iron. There are 30 boxes and each box contains 100 arrows." The youth in black opened one of the boxes next to Qiao Mu and showed her the sparkling jet-black iron arrows in the box. 
Then, he took a small silver box plated with gold and handed it to Qiao Mu. "Little Lord, store this safely. There are 10 crow-gold arrows in here. After you claim an arrow with a drop of blood, you can summon it back every time after you shoot it. This item is hard to come by, so you must safe-keep it well." 
Qiao Mu's eyes twinkled as she looked at the youth. "What?" The 900 taels of gold that she gave were not enough to buy a fraction of a crow-gold arrow, let alone one whole arrow.
Regardless of how ignorant and inexperienced she was, she would have still heard of crow gold. This was a superior-grade material that was specifically used for forging mystic weapons and was very spiritual. An entire magnetite mine mountain might not produce even one tiny nugget of crow gold.
This was a material that had a price but no supply. Yet, that rich crown prince could produce 10 crow-gold arrows in a whoosh! Why did she feel like she had cozied up to someone powerful?
The youth in black smiled. "Little Lord, don't worry, these don't cost any money."
Qiao Mu pettishly rolled her eyes, inwardly stating, "If you dare to ask for money, I will immediately kick you into the distance!"
The youth in black suddenly felt like his comprehension skills were very fine-tuned. He could actually glean a trace of viciousness from the little girl's eyes. Heh. He hastily closed the box and carried another box to hand to Miss Qiao Mu. "This is a crow repeating crossbow, it is a level 12 mystic weapon forged from crow gold. His Highness said that like the ferule he gifted to Little Lord, he had suppressed its level to around level three, so Little Lord can use it immediately." 
Qiao Mu turned over the 30 normal repeating crossbows and put it away safely with the crow repeating crossbow. Then, she turned around to look at the boxes of clothes being carried inside. 
According to what they agreed upon, a certain crown prince had helped her purchase 20 years worth of clothing.
Qiao Mu rubbed her nose. Cough, cough. Twenty years seemed to be a bit of a stretch. She really did have the intention of making things difficult for him back then. 


A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. 
In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince!
“Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.”
“Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!”
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!”
A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!”
“Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again!
The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” 
A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.”
“Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!”
“Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving!
Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!


As a successful businessman who had started from nothing, Qin Guan was familiar with trading. If he'd brought products from his gallery there, not only would he have sold nothing, but his reputation would also have been affected. Selling snacks was the best choice for a fair.
Americans loved soft cotton candy, hot dogs, candy apples and fried food. These snacks were also popular among kids.
That was not enough for Qin Guan though. If he just sold those snacks at the fair, he would be just like the other pedlars. In order to become the king of sales and get an award from Columbia, he needed to explore new ways.
He had to sell Chinese food.
A white minibus from Xu's restaurant pulled up to Qin Guan's stand, revealing its true nature. The ingredients were sealed in different boxes, but their secret weapon was actually the large iron-plate cart.
Qin Guan lit up the small gas stove, which was the favorite tool of Chinese pedlars. Buns made by cooks from Tianjin were already in the steamer, and smooth, elastic noodles were boiling in the pot.
When the ticket office at the entrance opened, visitors began to pour in.
Adults had to pay one dollar, but kids could enter for free. The reasonable price encouraged the residents of the area and the students to visit the fair. Qin Guan put on an apron with the picture of a puppy and welcomed the customers.
He poured peanut oil from a mineral water bottle onto the burning iron plate. Pedlars considered this better than an oil can, because it saved oil and was way easier to handle.
Qin Guan started breaking eggs one by one with his other hand and spreading them onto the iron plate. He used a small spatula to flip them quickly. The sound and smell, as well as Qin Guan's elegant movements, attracted people's attention.
Sweet Guangdong sausage, grapes, soy sauce… He served a portion of fried noodles fast. It only cost six dollars, which was an extra reason for Americans to buy it.
"One portion!" the first customer ordered, pointing to the boiling noodles inside the pot.
"No problem. One minute!"
Qin Guan put the noodles in a lunch box with the spatula. The box was nearly full. The customer took the noodles and chopsticks with trembling hands. He suddenly realized that everyone around him was looking at him.
He stuffed some noodles into his mouth and then buried his face into the box with sparkling eyes, paying no attention to the surrounding noise.
Everyone was anxious. It was terrible to watch others eat when one was hungry. Some impatient people shouted at him, "Hey, bro! Stop eating and tell us how it tastes!"
"Yes, you are really selfish!"
Annoyed, the man roared at them, "Can't you f*cking see?"
At his words, everyone lined up before the stand as fast as they could. Qin Guan was up to his neck in work, while Cong Nianwei was busy collecting the money. The couple's stand was selling food like crazy.
Meanwhile, Xu Xiaoxiao, who was affected deeply by his life in Chinatown, served as a waiter and PR assistant. The three of them cooperated well. In half a day, all their food had been sold out. There were only two pieces of ginger left in a box.
Qin Guan was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms up. The number of portions he had served had pushed him to his limit. He was not a pedlar working at the night market anymore.
It was hard to transition from a rich life to the life of a commoner!
The money made up for it though. He had earned about 1,000 dollars in one day.
Night fell. As all the stand owners began cleaning up, Qin Guan's stand won the Best Sales Award. The prize was equal to the stand's total income that day. This meant that Qin Guan's team got paid double.
Qin Guan felt as if a delicious pie had fallen down from Heaven for him to eat. The dollar bills swept his tiredness away. He was really excited.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Five slowly bent down and picked the item. It was a short black staff with a skull at one end. The staff was made of some sort of wood, it was carved to make it look like the body of a snake was wrapping around the entire staff; the head of the snake was entering the skull from under. In short, it looked like it belonged to one of those ancient shamans who made human sacrifices.

[Necromancer's Death Wand (Grade 2)]

Magic Damage + 5

Skills Cooldown - 10%

Skill: [Death's Feast]


[Death's Feast (Grade 1)]

Absorbs the Mana out of corpse: recovers 20% of remaining Mana of the body before death.

Cooldown: 1 hour

"A good item!" exclaimed Five. It was just a pity he was not a mage, but he could change that in an instant by purchasing skills in the dungeon shop.

His current DP amounted to 56149. Right after he ran away from Etora Town, he noticed that his DP suddenly skyrocketed which could only mean that the harpies encountered a strong opponent.

But before anything, Five checked if nothing was hidden under the dust and dirt of the chest. And effectively, his diligence was rewarded as he found a small ring completely covered by the dust.

[Rusty ring (Grade 1)]

Vitality +1

Note: This accessory has been eroded over time. After significant maintenance, it will regain its former appearance, grade, and stats.

"Mmm better than nothing! A ring like this would cost at least 2000 DP," said Five to himself as he equipped it.

Having obtained the treasures of this place, Five went back near his torch. "This looks like a good place for my dungeon. The environment is quite nice and well hidden. There is a village not too far away. I am guaranteed to get people to quickly come to the dungeon."

He especially liked the idea of having a waterfall nearby. With his dungeon core, he would be able to easily dig through the rocks and use the waterfall to his advantage. 

And so, Five took out his dungeon core.

The latter shone brightly in his hands; it was eager to build the dungeon.

[System prompt: You have activated the function of the Core of Madness. Do you want to proceed forward? Bear in mind that the process is irreversible!]

"Yes!" declared Five.

As the word came out of his mouth, the dungeon core suddenly started to shake violently! A bright light was emitted as Five felt an invisible wave coming out of the dungeon core. The wave went through his body and covered the entire room, but it did not stop there; it continued to diffuse into the ground.

It continued for a moment and suddenly stopped. Suddenly, Five felt a strong connection with the surroundings,

[System prompt: Congratulations player Five for founding your dungeon. You are the 1396th player to found a dungeon. Please name your dungeon.]

"A name?" thought Five as he heard the system prompt. He was still overwhelmed by the sudden change. He could feel the excitement of the core as it was releasing the wave and felt that this entire place now belonged to him. 

It previously felt like entering an ancient hidden place, but now, this place felt like home.

"I am bad at naming... What about the dungeon of Black Iron? The tribe of the barbarians is the Tribe of Black Iron. It is like calling Kroff's dungeon the Algate Dungeon because it was found next to Algate City."

In truth, Five did not really care about the name of the dungeon. And so, he hurriedly entered "Dungeon of Black Iron" but at that moment, the core shook as if expressing its disapproval.

"What? You have a better idea?" asked Five.

The dungeon core flashed for a moment like it was speaking in the morse code but Five had no idea what it was trying to convey. After a few seconds, the core finally stopped trying this method and suddenly, letters started to appear on his interface.

"Dungeon of Madness"

"Tsssk! You call it like that because it's your own name! But fine. I don't really mind." Five pressed the confirm button.

[System prompt: Congratulations Player Five for naming your dungeon. You are awarded a reward to help you get started. Reward: One Monster Lottery Ticket]

The dungeon core trembled before starting to float in the middle of the room. It stopped just on top of the table next to the skeleton and stayed there like it was its spot. The dungeon has now been founded; it could no longer leave the cave.

"Well. Since we started, let's set up the dungeon properly before those children arrive but first, let's use the Monster Lottery Ticket," said Five.

'This should be what Gaia talked about. After letting go of the harpies, it should be something good!'

The Monster Lottery Ticket was an item that cost about 100000 DP. It was used just like a lottery and always gave out a prize. As its name suggested, it would provide a monster and it would also allow the user to purchase that type of monster from now on.

To purchase monsters with the dungeon shop, one first needed to unlock the monster by paying a fee and then one would have to buy the monsters individually. Currently, Five could only buy harpies which had been automatically unlocked since Harriet was his monster. 

It was one of the perks obtained when unlocking a Boss Monster; it would also unlock the normal version of the monster. Harriet was a harpy queen and by having her, Five automatically unlocked the harpies. 

An important detail about the harpies that Five did not miss was that they all had black wings! And that was because Harriet came from the Black Wing Clan. If he wanted to purchase other types of harpies, he would still need to unlock them in the dungeon. 

Five took out the Monster Lottery Ticket and decided to use it. It was better to see what he could obtain now and possibly implement the monster to the dungeon. It would be a pity if he started building the dungeon and the monster obtained would turn out to be inappropriate for this environment.

The Monster Lottery Ticket was activated and in front of Five, the interface showing all the monster races he could purchase opened. A small yellow box appeared and framed the icon of the monster at the top left of the screen. That monster was naturally the weakest one: it was not even a monster but a beast; The Level 1 Rabbit.

The yellow box then blinked before quickly moving over all the other icons. The box moved extremely quickly but eventually, it started to slow down. It spent a brief amount of time where the powerful boss monsters' icons were but as it slowed down, it once again returned to the region of the beginner monsters.

The box moved from icon to icon, the further it went, the stronger the monster Five would obtain and eventually, the yellow box completely stopped moving.

[System prompt: Congratulations Player Five. You have unlocked the Boss Monster: Level 5 Firefly Queen, this monster can now be purchased at the dungeon shop. One Firefly Queen is ready for summoning]

[System prompt: Congratulations Player Five. Due to unlocking the Firefly Queen, you have unlocked the Monster: Level 1 Firefly, this monster can now be purchased at the dungeon shop]

"What? Wasn't I supposed to obtain a powerful monster that would replace Harriet and the other harpies? F*ck… At least it was a boss monster..." said Five to himself.

The Monster Lottery was naturally just like the lottery in real life. The probability of getting a powerful monster was quasi-null. The ticket would give out monsters below level 10 in 80% of the cases; it could already be considered lucky to obtain a boss monster since that would mean unlocking two monsters.

The worst part was that it was possible for the yellow box to land on a monster already unlocked; playing a lot would not increase the chance of unlocking a powerful monster. In that case, the player would simply be able to summon the monster immediately.

So why even purchase the item? Because just like the lottery in real life, there was a small probability of earning big. Unique monsters that could instantly kill someone like Harriet could be obtained if one was lucky enough.

Five quickly used the dungeon shop and summoned the Firefly Queen. Instantly, the room became brighter as the monster appeared in front of Five.

It looked no different from normal fireflies, except for its larger size and brighter light. It danced in front of Five for a moment before buzzing.

"Looks like you cannot speak. But that's fine! You are the first monster I summoned. I will give you a name. Since you emit a lot of light, I shall call you: Lumen!" declared Five.

...

Outside the cave, the beasts who were calmly drinking down the stream all raised their heads as Five founded the dungeon. They all felt a change in the environment and looked with greed at the waterfall.

They could feel that something that could help them was lying there. They needed to obtain it! But now was not the right time. Many beasts stared at each other with hostility before quickly returning into the depth of the forests.

After being betrayed, framed and kicked down to the ground, our protagonist was sentenced to life imprisonment. But a few days later, a global disaster occurred, people from all nations migrated to underground refuges.

As a prisoner, he thought his life was over, abandoned by everyone. However, he wakes up, greeted by Gaia, the person responsible for New Earth.

New Earth was a second chance for him, watch as he builds up his own dungeon and become known by all as the Emperor of Madness

Note that this is a slow novel and dungeon building only takes place after 40 chapters

[Note: I am also posting this novel on RoyalRoadLegends: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/18115/new-earth--the-dungeon-of-madness]

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  It was busy day as always for Tang san,but today every thing will change.Tang san 21 year old,poor but handsome guy,althought he handsome he still cant find girlfriend all becouse he has no money,his parent died 5 years ago in a car accident.
Tang san slowy opening his package...his newly ordered vr helmet."hahaha today i will change my life!!damn you goverment!,i will become pro player in virtual world and become rich man!!,no more working in black white!!"say Tang san...well he cant find any job become he dint pass the univercity exam.
Tang san dont wait anymore,he quickly put on the vr helmet and lie down on his bed
[3]
[2]
[1]
[DING]
[WELCOME TO VIRTUAL WORLD VER 1.0]
[Congratulations! For being one of the first 10,000 players into the game, you receive a novice gift box. We wish you a pleasant gaming experience] Tang san receive the system message.
[please chose your classes]
in the virtual world there are four class:fighter,mage,healer and thief,Tang san give a quick check for all class,fighter more about strenght,mage dealt magic damage,healer heal hp, and lastly thief that has fatal damage."hemmm all of them look good but i want to become god of fighter!!"so Tang san chose fighter class
[please enter your name]
"Crimson world"
[please confirm]
"yes"
Name:Crimson world
Class:fighter(low level)
Strength: 11 (influences your strength)
Vitality: 9 (influences your hp)
Defence: 5(influences your defend)
Dexterity: 8 (influences your ability to dodge and your reflex)
Intelligence: 7 ( influences the power and accuracy of your spells,your mana capacity,your ability to read)
Attack: 1-3
Defend: 1
Health: 18\18
Mana: 14\14
Basic point:0 (use to upgrade user stat)
Skill point:10 (use to upgrade skill level)
[user stat are according to user body state]
"open novice gift box"
[user get wooden sword(ordinary),wooden ammour(ordinary),Qi Slash(rare skill book)]
looking at his novice equitment,Tang san feel to weak" Waterpaper village....this place will become place that i rise"say Tang san confidently
"learn Qi Slash"
[ding user has learn Qi Slash]
Qi Slash:(1\10),+30% attack power when used,cost:3 mana cd:30second
"sweet,it time to find mision"Tang san quickly run toward village head house
________________________________
wooden sword: attack+1
wooden ammour: defend +0.1
*weapon rank:ordinary,iron,silver,gold,king,emperor,saint,pseudo god,god
*skill:ordinary,rare,epic,legendry,mytic,divine
*skill lvl 1 up to lvl 2=1 skill point
skill lvl 2 up to lvl 3=2 skill point
skill lvl 3 up to lvl 4=3 skill point
and so on
{Tang san lastest stat}
Name:Crimson world
Class:fighter(low level)
Strength: 11 (influences your strength)
Vitality: 9 (influences your hp)
Defence: 5 (influences your defend)
Dexterity: 8 (influences your ability to dodge and your reflex)
Intelligence: 7 ( influences the power and accuracy of your spells,your mana capacity,your ability to read)
Attack: 1-3(+1)
Defend: 1(+0.1)
Health: 18\18
Mana: 14\14
Basic point:0
Skill point:1
Qi Slash:(5\10)+70% attack power when used,cost:7 mana cd:26second

join Tang san in his adventure in virtual world(new vr game that famous throught the world)
Tang san:what??,you want to give me human king class weapon???,sorry but your weapon to weak.
Tang san:human emperor class weapon?i am sorry i dont need it.
Tang san:fuck you!!!how many time i say??i dont need it!!!
mysterious old man:kid dont be to greedy or!!
Tang san:or what??,lokk at this
Tang san show his weapon atribute to the old man
mysterious old man:........HOW THE HELL YOU GET THIS WEOPAN??!??!?

"Piiiiiizzzzzzzaaaaaaa!"
Screaming, Derek ran to the door where Luke and Liz were standing with three cardboard pizza boxes in their hands.
The strong sense of smell and the ability to detect food from many meters away was something that Derek had also inherited just like Liz.
Mary, who had opened the door, had a questioning look on her face on seeing Liz return.
Luke had, of course, had to come to her before to pick up Liz's clothes before heading to the restaurant. She had been worried about her daughter since then, but Luke had messaged her saying that everything was all right and that they would come home soon.
Shaking her head and gesturing with her eyes that she would explain later, Liz playfully threw a box in one direction.
"I'm not falling for that again! I'm smarter now!"
Shouting this, Derek started jumping in the air for the other box in Liz's hand.
Finally laughing due to Derek's self-satisfied expression, Liz realized that the last time she had brought pizza home from Luke's diner, she had done the same thing and distracted the little kiddo while she hid the other pizza in the house.
Clearly, he still remembered it.
Indeed, the box she had thrown was empty and they had only gotten it because the dustbins at the diner had been full.
"Alright, smarty-pants! But the pizza store has new rules! One hug and one kiss on the cheek equals one pizza!"
Saying so, Liz opened the lid of the cardboard box to reveal a fresh pepperoni pizza that looked scrumptious.
Drooling, Derek raised his chubby little hand and reached for the pizza before taking a slice, hugging his sister's leg quickly and planting a kiss on the hand with which she was holding the pizza before running away with glee on his face.
"You didn't say where!", he squeaked in a high-pitched tone, happy at both getting the pizza and outsmarting his sister at the same time.
Laughing again, Luke and Liz both entered the house and set the pizza on the table before entering Mary's bedroom.
As Derek quickly finished his piece, he realized that he hadn't planned for the long-term. How was he going to get another one?
Slowly walking to the table, he found no one there but he suddenly yelped as he felt himself in the air due to being picked up by Sister.
"Now where will you go?", said Liz in a triumphant voice while she hugged the little parcel of squirming cuteness tight before planting a wet kiss on his forehead.
"YUCK!", screamed Derek before finally extracting himself and grabbing another piece.
Sitting at the table, he started eating with a sullen expression on his face while Liz patted him and headed into the bedroom.
On the bed, the dress that had been the cause of everything was spread wide while Mary was examining it closely.
Luke stood to the side with his lips compressed into a thin line.
"This was definitely planned by someone, Liz. Who could it be? Do you have enemies in the office already?"
In the business world, it was nothing uncommon for jealous people to sabotage those in higher positions hoping that they could advance at the cost of the other person's misfortune.
Thinking about every interaction she had in relation to Happle, Liz shook her head and said, "Unlikely. There was only one, but she is just a receptionist. I doubt that she has the money and the intelligence to carry out such a complex plan."
Hearing this, Mary nodded. Luke had already told her everything, and she had been thinking hard and also worrying about her daughter.
After all, this dress was clearly a designer one whose cost was in the thousands of dollars. A receptionist buying one and carrying out such an elaborate plan really was pretty unlikely.
The design had been later modified in this unique way, meaning that the person who had done this was also skilled in stitching, or had used more money to hire someone to do this.
Next, they had also managed to gain entry into that restaurant and into the private booths which needed such a high status to gain access to.
All this pointed towards someone who was powerful but was targeting Liz.
"What do you want to do, Liz?", Mary finally asked, unable to find any advice to give to her daughter.
Liz herself was a little puzzled because of all the facts. Yet, again pushing down the anger, she spoke in a voice like iron.
"Pay them back in full with interest, of course. But I'll first find out who they are. I'm not ruling anyone out, and the one responsible had better pray that they were very, very effective in covering their tracks."

Liz didn't know what she was getting into when she accepted a job offer to work as the personal assistant of the acclaimed coldest CEO in New York. Born in one of the richest families in the world, her employer was rumored to be more machine than man, with many resigning before her because they couldn’t handle the work atmosphere.

The money was good, and she could stay with her family instead of leaving a step-brother who was still a kid and an irresponsible mother alone.

It was only later that she realized that the word ‘cold’ wasn’t enough to describe this man who, without her knowledge, led a life which was not as perfect as others imagined.

Find out what happens when a fiery love meets a frigid heart that has been frozen for decades.

This is a story of emotions, family, and friendship.

Disclaimer:
All Characters, places, event, depicted in the novel are entirely fictitious, any similarity to the actual events or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Release Schedule: 14 Regular Chapters per week(700-900 words each)

Weekly Powerstone Bonus Chapter Goals:

Top 15: 5 Bonus Chapters

Top 10: 10 Bonus Chapters

Just like that one afternoon, slowly walking through the streets, when he ran the car again, when he was walking again. Kiet he again returned to the small neighbor of a life full of thorns and turbulent past life, rapid changes, which no one could think of ten years later. 

But now looking back to see how dear the scenery is, the small house is located next to the grocery store, the iron door is made of iron grilles B40, and also carries a few corrugated iron sheets, painted in the color of the water. oxide primer. The house knows how many ups and downs of the rain and sunshine of Thieu Kiet's life, the paint has gone through many years of discoloration. The door lock chain was made from a second motorbike slug that was connected by an iron lock. On both sides of the door are two cement pillars, scanned with white lime made by uneven meshes. So the bottom of the lock had a blank space, where many times Lack Kiet came out to hide and hide from her mother when she was young. 

These images suddenly rushed back in the moment. Defeated against the bike, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a key to open the homemade chain with the other slug. Putting the car into the house, he took the water from the faucet right in the yard, the parking yard is also the place for two Lus with chinaware, not knowing when. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall of the house was almost 6 pm. 



Looking at the desk I have a small piece of paper, watching the words on the lacking of Kiet paper, my mother is like that, going to work at all times leaving a message like this. Temperament hasn't changed, no matter how big he is. Going back to work when I didn't see my mother, there was a note on the table that recorded the message for him. Reading what was on the paper, Kiet smiled. "Mother

cooked rice and then, still in the pot on the stove food. Mother working the night shift today, tomorrow mom, children at home studying, I remember locking the door off the lights before going to bed! 

" On the inscription on a piece of paper, in the heart of a Missing Masterpiece still raised that embitter. Looking around my home just like yesterday, those years, staying in the mind of Kiet, cannot fade away. Every happening is going to make people unable to imagine. 

Instead of hurrying the shirt to the desk, take out a notebook that has not used any pages. Kiet started writing, in previous lives stories like no, all births are on websites like truyencv.com. Although Thieu Kiet has read it a few times, he also once wished to be born to be born sometime. But not thinking about it is in a situation like this. Knowledge is there, knowing in advance what happens also, but how to do it. In the absence of the most important thing, it is "Money". In the previous life, he always had a sentence with his mother, his house often did not lack anything, only missing every money. 

Searching back in memory, things can make money, to change the future, make Kiet sit down in front of the desk. The white book is in front of you, the pen rotates around in your hand. Sighing hard, there was no thing, could make money quickly in this time period. Annoying annoying, it's current feelings of Missing 

Masterpieces. Toss on the desk pen, Major Jay left his desk, went out for a walk, for the mind relax. In order to think of certain facts, he missed. Walked

out of the house, Mrs. Nhung neighbor is also the grocery store next door, see Missing Masterpieces call. -

boy! After school, after school, I can't see anything. -

What does not she? Miss Kiet answered Mrs. Nhung. 

Often, Thieu Kiet often asked Mrs. Nhung to buy, buy household goods for sale, because often her son went out, rarely helped her. So Ms. Nhung often called him to buy help, each time like that for Thieu Kiet with little money. Although not much, but Miss Kiet is enough to spend a day. -

Ah! I wanted to ask my child to buy some goods for her, and the house ran out of stock without anyone. I'll go buy it for you according to this list! Said

Major Jay then put into the hands of a sheet of paper, write on it the list of the missing goods, and a roll of money is tied up. Taking the bike out and going to buy things according to Ba Nhung's list, Thieu Kiet is no stranger to wholesale price stores, according to the way people say it as a first-class agent, the shippers, or small and retail sellers. 

Most people in these shops, were familiar with Miss Kiet. He's waiting for the goods, from the staff here. Mr. Kiet, he did not pay much attention, the people around him. Suddenly the conversation of the two people next to them, fascinated Thieu Kiet. -

Really! So I let my son get married a little late! Just last July, the price of gold increased, so it cost me money to buy gold wedding. -

She is doing so well where to get! Marry whoever is a little girl! I also don't know when it will always turn up. Missing

Masterpieces this time, new smiling, having fun with her two grandmothers. -

She fell much gold today? I watch to save money to buy with! Not until tomorrow will you die when you get married again! 

Knowing that he was kidding, because several times he saw this kid go to buy goods to sell like himself, they also thought that the Thieu Kiet house was well-off. -

The devil! Lo school! What my wife and I don't know, it's time for you to marry! I don't know when. Said,

two people laughed, smiled Missing Masterpieces follow. Take the shopping bag from the staff hand to me, then climb on the bicycle to go back. On the
way, he also looked at some jewelry stores, gold prices see table to the front. 

Through the conversation of two people, Thieu Kiet knows that the price of gold will increase, not only increase, but it will also create a fever next year. If you want to speculate on gold, then the problem is "Money". Lacking Kiệt is also frustrated, just seeing the road before his eyes, it is closed by a large door. Sighing

first task this time is to make money, but with him now is what are the immediate difficulties, just with money, he can do many things, to develop later. About
putting shopping bags for Mrs. Nhung, he felt annoyed very uncomfortable, but he can not tell anyone, in self-talk. 

"There is little to know in the future, when there is no money in the bag, want to change as well." 

Then hear the voice in the ear. -

Jay, Jay! Do you have anything? 

Seeing Mrs. Nhung look at her, he also knew that he was dismayed for a moment. -

Hey residual bit loose, the bird that user. 

Nhung said, Suddenly remembering something, then screaming like catching something important, making Nhung startled. -

Box of Secrets! -

He Devils la something? Missing

Masterpieces ran away, leaving her sitting there looking after themselves Nhung said. -

What this guy, what are we today? Runs

into the house, Missing Masterpieces right to the closet, pulled hard up, as if to disassemble the drawer. He remembers in his previous life, the time to go shopping like this, for Mrs. Nhung. He was all sneaking, put in a wooden box, in the closet. 

Because once, there was something, my mother worried that he gave it to my mother, and didn't care how much money there was. However, he knew, there was not much money in that wooden box. Because after giving the box to his mother, the whole month after that, he can do it every day, his mother makes the dishes he likes. Actually,

since his middle primary school, has put money in the box, the time like on a lot more, the other party wardrobe, he was no longer to map often face, but only Keep old ones rarely used. Oh well, the wooden box looks like that. But taking up more than half of the cupboard, above just to get some clothes. Not to mention, when he was in middle school, every afternoon he ran to sell paper, lottery results also brought money to go there. 

Looking at all the items removed, the wooden box was also pulled out of the drawer. Although it is simple, it is not locked. But look at it now, like a promising future, changing a life. Just like that, Kiet took all his calm and took the box to bed. Sat

open wooden box, look like simple, but very important moment. Kiet is worried, is the money in it, enough for him to change the future. The sentence seemed to be playing around in his head. Whether

this time was, faced with something that could change the destiny of a human being, from the penultimate layer of society, progress to new heights. It was like a Pandora box, of a Greek myth. 

Slowly open the box, the thing that Miss Kiet did not expect, the change of 5 thousand, 10 thousand, 20 thousand billboards poured out. It was repressed, so it came out of the box, fell on the mattress bed, a very big corner, but also Kiet did not expect it. In his previous life completely, without knowing it, I saved such a large amount of money. When he gave his mother the box. He only said that he was, I have saved some money. In the cupboard there is a wooden household, I need it to take it, then ride it out. But now, looking at a pile of money, lots of denominations on the bed, he himself found something wrong. 

He began to reorganize the notes one by one, in denominations. So time passed, it was more than two hours. Sitting and counting each sheet of money, low denomination and then high, all the money, also made Kiet startled. Nearly 15 million dong, exactly 14,892,000 (write it for the actual number: D). 

Breathing sighed, though the number was not large, it was not more than a month's salary in the previous life, but he went to work but now. This amount is not small either. Missing

Masterpieces exclamation, say out loud. 

-Right! Old grandparents had verses and great achievements. Unexpectedly, every day a little, but it amounted to such amount. 

Just like that, Miss Kiet struggled to bring money and put it into his bag every day. He lay down on the bed, thinking about the upcoming solutions. to change the future, with the money he has.

Hoang Thieu Kiet at the age of 16, he left the school chair due to the scuffle with his classmates. At the age of 18, the family faced the risk of his mother leaving together where he grew up for 18 years. Since then he has done everything, workers and accessories, serving every job he has one step ahead of him but fatefully teased him not to be like him. The workers are jealous of the harms by the supervisors. For the time being, one time the construction contractor escaped to bring along all the employees' wages, and as a restaurant attendant he also stepped up to the management level and was fired by the restaurant owner because he hit a who has the power to bully an intern. Not surrendering to his fate back to the job he was best at by learning the source code, repairing the computer for everything as well, he had trouble with a hard drive brought to recovery. When recovering the hard drive he knows the amount of hard drive get digital currency is the astronomical figure he was pursued by the true owner of the other hard drive. Before he died, he did not commit his heart, an ancient resentment of air pouring through the rain, a resentment of the sky and he took his last breath. because resentment is too heavy

The next day, Chen Mu got a call from Sue Lochiro. She wanted him to come to the Medical Card Artisan Association. Could there have been some result? Chen Mu immediately rushed over.
Unexpectedly, Sue Lochiro wasn't the only one waiting for him. To Chen Mu's astonishment, the old man he'd seen at the banquet was there.
Sue Lochiro introduced him. "Mr. Cao, this is my teacher, Kong Youde. You may call him Elder Kong."
"How are you, Elder Kong?" Chen Mu asked earnestly.
Elder Kong laughed. "Well, how about I call you Little Cao? For a young person to be neither anxious nor hot-tempered is quite good." The old man had a look of praise in his eyes.
Chen Mu said modestly, "You flatter me."
"Mmmm, your situation is quite special. It's my first time to encounter such a situation. Sue and I did some research, and the problem is quite a bit more troublesome than I'd imagined." The old man's brow creased in a look of consternation.
Chen Mu turned his gaze toward Sue Lochiro.
She explained, "It's been a while since Teacher has paid any medical calls himself. However, I'm stumped myself this time, so I begged Teacher to rescue me. It now looks like the issue is pretty tricky. But, don't worry; the association will find a way." Afraid Chen Mu had taken a blow, she rushed to comfort him.
Chen Mu's heart dropped. Although he'd mentally prepared ahead of time, to hear Sue Lochiro with his own ears say there was nothing they could do disappointed him. He didn't know what to do after even Sue Lochiro's teacher said there was nothing he could do.
Noticing the look of disappointment in Chen Mu's eyes, Elder Kong smiled. "Don't be discouraged. I've run across quite a few difficult odd diseases in my life, some of which I'd never heard of, and it was common to feel helpless at the outset. But, in the end, most of them were conquered. If you have confidence and work along with us, that would make a good result more likely!"
"Mmmm." Chen Mu nodded heavily.
Seeing that, Elder Kong was rather satisfied and continued. "I've already looked at the data from when Sue examined you last time, but it's still insufficient. I need more detailed information regarding your body. You'll need to do a few more detailed exams in hopes of a breakthrough."
Elder Kong's expression was serious, and Sue Lochiro couldn't help but flash a look of concern either. It was obvious she wasn't optimistic.
Of course, Chen Mu wasn't going to refuse Elder Kong's request. When he saw that more than ten medical card artisans had been in the examination room for a while, he was stunned. But, he diligently did each exam. There were so many different exams they tired him out, even given his physical strength.
After a full three hours, the exams were all finished.
Elder Kong and Sue Lochiro had all the data they'd just gotten, though they both had serious expressions. That caused a bad feeling to arise in Chen Mu. Seeing Chen Mu walk away, Elder Kong sighed lightly and turned to leave.
"Don't worry. Go back, and we'll do our best. If we make any progress, I'll call you first thing," Sue Lochiro said mildly to comfort him. Chen Mu forced a smile. "No problem." Sue Lochiro using the words "do our best" had immediately caused him to realize his situation.
He wasn't so good at hiding his feelings, and Sue Lochiro had seen a lot and could tell at a glance. She was about to give some words of comfort, but she didn't know what to say. Out of nowhere, her heart turned sour, and a few tears dropped from her eyes.
The other card artisans' gazes toward Chen Mu were a little more direct, as though they were looking at a dead man.
Afterward, Chen Mu didn't quite remember how he had left the Medical Card Artisan Association. He was already on the street before he reacted.
Staring at all the people coming and going and looking into the sky where shuttle cars and card artisans were whizzing by, and then looking at the tall buildings, Chen Mu felt empty. He didn't have anything, and a formless feeling filled his heart.
But, he wasn't all that sad, although it was bad news for him. Perhaps it was his mental preparation ahead of time, but Chen Mu found he felt neither very sad nor terrified.
Being only 18, he had already seen too many deaths. He realized there were still a lot of things he had to do.
The card play "The Legend of Master Shi" was still unfinished. He didn't know where Copper was now, and Chen Mu had a powerful urge to finish it. There were still too many mysteries he hadn't penetrated inside the mysterious card, and he still hadn't figured out where it came from. There was still no sign of Wei-ah's memory coming back, and then there were the children in the underground city.
Chen Mu suddenly couldn't help but laugh. He was so concerned with Wei-ah's memory. When he thought about it, however, there was nothing he could do about it.
He raised his head to look at the sky. The blue, as though the air were cleansed, abruptly brightened his gloomy mood. In any case, he wasn't going to die in the next little while, so why not take the time to take care of his concerns and the things on his mind?
That way, even if he were really to die, he would have fewer regrets.
Chen Mu's vision was gradually clearing up.
None of the card artisans flying by in the sky, nor any of the hurried people walking past, had any idea there was a youth among them who had just completed an important transformation in his life!
Just then, the apparatus on his wrist sounded.
"Do you have time today, young brother Cao? Why don't you come over to your big brother's place to look around?" Yang An's enthusiastic voice came through the apparatus.
Chen Mu understood why his counterpart was so anxious. On the one hand, he wanted to see his ability to be sure the cooperation would be valuable. If it truly had value, then the fatty would naturally hope to be able to sign the contract soon.
"I'll be right over," Chen Mu said readily. He flew right up into the sky toward the fatty's auction house.
His own time was very tight. He had a lot of things to finish!
Chen Mu's steadfast belief flashed past his eyes like a shooting star piercing the sky.
The fatty's auction house was a lot bigger than Chen Mu had imagined. It completely destroyed his previous impression of auction houses. It was a group of buildings that were all five stories, crisscrossed by streets that were open in all directions with people shuttling everywhere. The bustle wasn't any less than that of Pomelo's most flourishing commercial street.
The fatty was waiting at the main entrance in person, which doubtlessly attracted a lot of attention. Passersby would all glance and guess to themselves about what kind of VIP would cause the big boss, Yang An, to receive him personally. The big boss was seldom personally involved in the operations by that time. The ones holding the power were all managers. Those with sharp eyes immediately discovered the middle-aged man standing to the side of the big boss, respectfully clasping his hands. He must have been one of the four principal managers, Xi Ping.
Just as the crowd was wagging their tongues, a sallow-faced youth dropped from the sky.
"I have kept my big brother waiting!" Chen Mu saluted.
"Ha ha, I've only just gotten here." Yang An was pleased to see Chen Mu and gave him an introduction. "This is my assistant, Xi Ping. If you need anything, contact him directly, or come to find me just the same."
Chen Mu saluted. "Good day, Manager Xi."
Xi Ping rushed to return the courtesy. "Mr. Cao is too polite!" There was also someone next to the fatty dressed in a battle uniform—a cold-faced beauty, whom the fatty didn't introduce and Chen Mu didn't ask about.
"Let's go. I'll give you a tour of your older brother's life's work." Fatty Yang was full of pride as he pulled Chen Mu inside.
"Big Boss!"
"Big Boss!"
Along the way, people would respectfully salute the fatty incessantly, and he would reciprocate in a way to correct the laziness he'd shown Cleo at the banquet.
"Big brother is awesome!" Chen Mu praised. He was speaking from his heart. The bustle in front of him was started by the fatty single-handedly. He was the king of the place!
"Well, I haven't wasted my life so far, ha ha." There was both feeling and pride in what the fatty said, and Xi Ping also showed some pride.
"But, we also know our limitations. Don't look at how many people we have or how big it is. What we move is mostly low-end stuff. Compared with the really big guys in the federation—places like the Gewei Auction House or the Rainbow Eyes Auction House—we fall far short. Any two or three items from them would compare with an entire year's quota here." The fatty was being a little self-deprecating.
Chen Mu looked dazed. He had never heard of any Gewei or Rainbow Eyes. He knew pitifully little about the auction house industry.
Noticing Chen Mu's expression, the fatty laughed. "Let's talk about something else. Come, I'll take you to see the materials."
There was an underground warehouse. While it wasn't large, it was piled full of all sorts of materials.
Chen Mu's eyes were fixed.
"Not bad, right?" The fatty's pride couldn't be hidden on his chubby face.
"Nice, really nice!" Chen Mu murmured as he looked at the materials in a daze.
It wasn't that Chen Mu hadn't seen things, but those mountainous piles of materials in front of him had put him into a temporary daze.
He walked over to some random pile of materials. It was cat's eye sandalwood. That was used in making three- and four-star cards and was a rather expensive material. Cat's eye sandalwood was a fruit from a kind of fragrant yellow sandalwood tree. Each of the fruits shone like jade and would look like glowing cat's eyes under the sunlight. Each one of the cat's eye sandalwood in front of him was about as large as a thumb. From the size of a mung bean to the size of a thumb, it took them about ten years to grow.
Such a cat's eye sandalwood would cost about 500,000 Oudi in a materials shop, which could be considered very expensive. No ordinary materials shop would ever have ten-year cat's eye sandalwood on sale. You would have to go to a large outfit to buy it. There looked to be a few hundred in the pile of cat's eye sandalwood in front of his eyes. It was hardly strange for the fatty to have cat's eye sandalwood on hand, but to have such high-quality cat's eye sandalwood by the hundreds was still shocking.
"Take a look at this!" The fatty ran with his buttocks pumping over to an ice box about half as tall as a person and gestured for Chen Mu to come over.
The fatty lightly pressed a button. With a light noise, the ice box automatically opened, and a cold mist spread out from it. Chen Mu felt a chill air flowing over his face. When his gaze fell onto what was inside the mist-filled ice box, he couldn't help but call out, "Liquid snow iron!"
In the dense, cold mist were laying a few irregular, fist-sized black pieces of ore that had shards of ice on them. That was the famous liquid snow iron!
If the cat's eye sandalwood couldn't be bought on the market, the liquid snow iron in front of him was among the most truly rare materials. Liquid snow iron could only be produced in extremely cold places in very sparse numbers. That sort of ore was rather special. It had to be maintained at temperatures under 30 below, above which it would melt into a silvery black, like liquid iron.
The kind of liquid had a complicated composition; up until then, there hadn't been anyone who could determine it. Once the liquid flowed out from the liquid snow iron, there was no way to preserve it. It would become useless within three hours when it would turn into ordinary iron and lose its value.
He wouldn't have imagined the fatty would actually have liquid snow iron on his hands, and not only one piece! Chen Mu had never seen the real thing but had been able to recognize it thanks to his prodigious memory.
The fatty was quite pleased by Chen Mu's expression. It would be appropriate to show one's strength to someone who might become your ally in order to promote the two sides' cooperation.
"Is my young brother satisfied with this batch of materials?" the fatty said with a laugh.
"Quite satisfied!" Chen Mu's face was reddened with excitement. For a card master born among the grass roots like him, how could he not be excited to suddenly see such a large pile of precious materials?
"So, could my young brother give us a demonstration?" As always, the fatty was smiling.
Xi Ping's gaze fell onto Chen Mu, knowing the moment of truth had arrived. In fact, he was rather indifferent toward that card master who had popped up so suddenly. Xi Ping had grown up in Pomelo, and whatever card master had any power there, or whoever was an imposter, was something he was very clear about. It didn't mean much that he was the boss of Heaven's Wings. Heaven's Wings didn't do anything more than make fantasy card advertisements. As everyone knew, fantasy card advertising was all one- or two-star cards; no matter how awesome he was, he was still just an outstanding low-grade card master.
Heaven's Wings' takeoff only demonstrated what an outstanding manager he was; it couldn't show he was an outstanding high-grade card master.
If the boss hadn't made the proposal himself, and even though everyone had a lot of confidence in the big boss's judgement about people, the proposal wouldn't have had any way to get through. Xi Ping was pretty concerned about that batch of materials, which was so hard to get and had cost a lot of money. If it were wasted, then the auction house would suffer rather heavy losses.
"Ok!" Chen Mu responded readily with a flame of excitement dancing in his eyes.
Xi Ping had the illusion that the youth in front of him had suddenly become a ravenous wolf, staring with longing at a fat flock of sheep with a vaguely green-tinged gaze.


This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world.  Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice.  The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos –  human and nonhuman –  into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more.  Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.

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