My immediate, instinctual reaction was to tear myself free and that was a mistake. He tightened his grip, and fuck, was he ever strong. I heard myself wheezing and my brain went into overdrive. Throw a feint, it told me. Pretend to faint.

So I did. I emitted a pitiful choking sound and went limp. Thoughts flashed through my head at breakneck speed. I could try and reach back and go for his eyes with my thumbs, but chances were he'd just tighten his grip on my neck and I would really black out. Then I thought of the knife.

I'd completely forgotten about the Finnish knife taped inside my cowboy boot: it had been there for so long. I groaned and let my head loll to the side and he relaxed his grip slightly. I bent my leg and reached into the boot and pulled out the knife. He'd felt something was up and tightened his grip, choking me. I stabbed the forearm across my neck.

I did it much too lightly, the tip barely went in but he screamed, right into my ear. I stabbed him again with more force but it was no good, I was holding the knife the wrong way around, blade up. So I turned it over in my hand for a downward stab and stabbed him right below the wrist, really hard. I felt the blade hit bone and twisted the knife, pushing hard.

He screamed like a banshee and let go of my neck and I got out of my seat and opened the door and jumped out of the cabin. I slammed the door shut and ran to the front of the truck and backed off a few paces. He was screaming and cursing and throwing himself around in there. I could have made a run for it, there was no way he would catch me going up the slope. But my bag was still in the truck's cabin, and so was the Rembrandt.

He was climbing over the seats and to the front. I glanced around and saw a handy stone, palm-sized and nearly round. I picked it up, transferring the knife to my left hand. I heard the door to the cab open.

"You little cunt!" he shouted hoarsely. "I'm going to fix you good."

Metal clanged as he climbed out and I saw he was holding a tire iron in his good, left hand. It made sense to stay on his right side, he wouldn't be using his right arm. I ran forward and around the front of the truck to stay on his right side.

He tried to chase me but he didn't have a chance, not with his weight. We ran around the truck a couple of times until he understood he was getting nowhere. He stopped and so did I and we stared at each other. We were standing by the side of the truck, hidden from the road, five-six steps apart. I threw the stone as hard as I could at his face.

It hit him in the left eye. He screamed and went down on one knee, dropping the iron and raising his hand to his face. I transferred the knife to my right hand and ran forward and stabbed him in the neck and instantly jumped back.

I jumped back because I was afraid he'd grab me. He didn't even try, but it was still a good move because I wasn't splattered by the jet of blood that spurted from his neck. I was shocked, I was sure that the blade hadn't gone in further than an inch and he had more than an inch of fat all over. I stepped back a few paces, eyes locked in a horrified stare.

He was on his knees, the tire iron on the ground beside him. His left hand was over his injured eye and his right arm was hanging limply by his side. The blood pumping out of his neck was already forming a pool around his legs. He was making unhappy puppy noises and swaying slightly from side to side and suddenly he just toppled over, his head hitting the side of the trailer with a thump as he went down. Then he was still.

I stared at him until I was completely sure he wasn't moving. Then I crept up to him, listening hard for his breathing. There was none. I gave his leg a kick and he didn't react.

I stuck my knife into the ground a few times to get the blood off the blade and found out I needed to wipe it anyway, along with my hand. I got into the cab on the driver's side and grabbed the box of tissues on the dashboard and cleaned the knife and put it away. I heard a car approaching and I froze.

It took an eternity before it drew close and then passed without slowing down. I took a look once it was past and it was an ordinary saloon - I had been afraid it might be the highway patrol. That was when I fully realized what had just happened and my legs went weak.

I had to leave that scene, and fast: that was the priority. I crawled over the seats and reached and pulled my bag out. I had the thought I'd better check the interior for anything I might have left. I listened carefully for a while and heard no car engines, so I switched on the cabin light.

The first thing I saw was that the cabin was splattered with blood. There was blood on the seats, on the dash, on the fucking ceiling. There was blood on my clothes: I looked in the driver's mirror and yes, there was blood on my face. It was so horrible I felt like throwing up. I switched the cabin light off and jumped down to the ground and forced myself to smoke a cigarette.

Halfway through, I felt my sanity beginning to return. So: I had killed someone. I did it in self-defense, but there had been no witnesses. Why hadn't I left him alone after hitting him with the stone? I could have taken my bag, and ran away.

The answer to that question came when I lit my second cigarette: I wanted to kill him. I was totally freaked out. I'd turned into an animal fighting for survival. He'd turned into an animal first, but no one would believe me. I had no injuries except for some bruising on my neck.

I tried to imagine turning myself in. What would the cops think? What would they say? Why didn't you just run away, sir, after you'd incapacitated him? You didn't want to leave your bag? What made that bag so precious? Maybe we'd better have a look inside.

That did it. There was no way I was going to turn myself in. No one was going to take away my Rembrandt.

I finished my second cigarette just as another car came by. I stood motionless until the sound of its engine faded away, then got going on my survival plan. I opened my bag and pulled out my spare jeans, a T-shirt, and a thick flannel shirt. Then I took off my blood-spattered jeans and jumper and put them into the shopping bag I used for dirty clothing. It was lucky I hadn't been wearing my jean jacket in the cab: we had been driving with the heating on. I made sure I was clean of blood before I put on the fresh clothes. I used up all the tissues on the ox on the dashboard and stuffed them back inside the box, making sure I didn't leave any around.

Another vehicle came by just as I was cramming the box with the bloodied tissues into the bag with dirty clothes. It was a truck this time, going east, and the driver took his foot off the gas as he was passing by. For a moment I was terrified that he would stop to investigate. He didn't, but in that brief moment I understood I couldn't stay on the road. Sooner or later someone would stop, and find the body.

I thought about dragging it into the vegetation, but quickly decided it was a stupid idea. It would have been a hell of a struggle, and there was no way I could wipe the cabin clean of blood, there was just too much of it inside. Whoever stopped to investigate would see it, and start looking around, and find the body in less time than it would have taken me to hide it.

I was about to zip up my bag and start walking when I remembered that there was a half-bottle of scotch inside. I took it out and opened it and had a swig. I instantly felt more relaxed, and had the thought the least I could do was wipe my fingerprints from the cab. I used a pair of dirty underpants for that and it took me almost twenty minutes, I had to take extra care not to get any blood on my fresh clothes. I also had to pause a couple of times, switching off the cabin light: for a truck going west and a van going east.

There was no way I could walk along the road, I would be seen and remembered even if no one stopped - who the fuck walks down the side of a deserted highway at three in the morning? Walking through the mountainside forest was out, too: the terrain was far too rough. I decided I would walk along the railroad tracks. No one would spot me up there from the road if I squatted down when necessary, and I would hear and feel a train approaching long before it got anywhere near me.

I climbed up the slope and the embankment and got onto the tracks and started walking. After a couple of hundred steps, my eyes got used to the darkness and I saw a creek curving out from between the trees. It ran next to the tracks, and after a short hesitation I stepped off the embankment and got out all the clothes from the plastic shopping bag and washed them thoroughly in the running water. It took a hell of a long time,  I soaked and rinsed and squeezed the water out of each piece half a dozen times. Then I dug a hole in the bank of the creek with my knife and hands and squeezed the box with the bloody tissues inside before covering it with a stone.

I was getting really hungry by then; the enormous steak and fries I'd been treated to by Stan was a distant memory. I'd eaten my last candy bar and drunk my last Coke around midnight, over an hour before all the shit came crashing down. All I had was that half-bottle of whisky, two-thirds full. I swear that whisky saved my life that night. I'd have gone to pieces without it.

I had a good swig from that bottle and got back up on the tracks and started walking west. The tracks ran roughly parallel to the road, from fifty to a hundred yards away. When a car or a truck appeared, I squatted on the tracks until they were gone. That only happened a couple of times over the next twenty minutes, and then I came to a small bridge over the creek I'd washed my clothes in earlier on. It curved away towards the mountain and then back, crossing under the tracks again and then under the road before disappearing in the trees on the other side.

I was just about to step onto that second bridge when I felt the tracks begin to tremble under my feet: a train was coming. There were a couple of good-sized bushes nearby, and I got off the tracks and slid between them, scratching my face. One bush hid me from the road, the other - from the tracks. I hunkered down and waited for the train to pass.

It took what seemed a hell of a long time. At least a couple of minutes passed before I saw the beam from the locomotive appear in the distance, to the east. The train was going west, and it slowed down even more when it came to the first bridge. It was a freight train, and when the locomotive passed my hiding place I realized there was my chance to hitch a ride. The train was moving at little more than a brisk walking pace while it went down the curved track linking the two bridges.

I left my hiding place and scrambled up the embankment. A row of cisterns was just passing by; each had, at its rear, a short staircase with a handrail. I slung my bag over my back, with the strap across my chest, and broke into a trot. When I was going as fast as I could - but still slower than the train - I jumped the moment a cistern's steps drew alongside, grabbing the handrail with both hands.

My arms were pretty nearly wrenched out of their sockets, but I managed to get one foot on the steps and held on. After a while, I pulled myself onto the cistern bed and sat down, facing the rear. The huge tank gave me some protection from the wind and I moved the bag around on my back so that it was supported by the frame of the cistern bed. I saw the second bridge pass slowly under my dangling legs; a little while later, the train began to accelerate.

I pulled the whisky out of my back pocket and had a drink. I had to be careful: my hands hurt after holding onto that handrail for dear life, and my fingers were getting numb. I put the bottle back into my pocket and lit a cigarette. When I was putting the pack away, I looked at my watch.

I could just about make out the hands on the dial; they pointed to twenty past four in the morning. I had been a killer for just over three hours.

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"Okay, let me see: a special sale, 30% off the tag price?" Jake asked the computer screen he was staring at, as he hurriedly added the item into his cart.
For him, "special sale" is a synonym of "must purchase".
When he found the phrase "special sale" in the site's terms and conditions regarding sale items, it was like a missile locking onto its target.
"This month's bill will be no joke, but you know what they say, you only live once," he muttered as he clicked on the 'purchase button'.
The notification that his purchase was successful appears on the corner of his eye, along with a picture of a standing hanger, his newest acquisition.
Will it be useful? 
He does not know.
The only thing that matters is that it was on a special sale.
And the delivery was free.
Just like all the other things he had never used or opened, piling up in his house.
Jake enunciated the words as he opened the e-mail confirming the receipt, not believing his good fortune.
"Free delivery… within twenty-four hours."
He tingled with anticipation, his shopper's instincts taking over as he began to rock back and forth with excitement.
It had been a long time since he made his first online purchase.
But the feeling of opening a package fresh from the courier… even now, the thrill of putting your hands on it, carefully opening the box, packing tape and bubble wrap to see your purchase…
…It was a high that was unmatched by nearly anything.
"These look interesting… 'Summer Sale'?"
Mere minutes after purchasing the hanger, Jake Smithson was once again on the lookout for the next bargain, the next sale, the next item up for bid.
Welcome to the daily life of a shopping addict.
***
When you're addicted to shopping, you cease buying things because they're useful or beautiful.
You buy them because they're cheap.
Or if you'll get a bargain by buying them in bulk.
Or if they come with extras.
Or if they come with 24-hour next-day at-your-doorstep delivery.
Every part of this process, from prowling online stores to scheduling sales, all the way to making the perfect online purchase… for someone like Jake, this is the essence and meaning of joy.
It's gotten to the point where nearly everything Jake purchases is either discounted, wholesale, or comes with extras. 
With the fervor of a man of faith, Jake even thinks that buying things from a catalog without seeing if they're on sale is somewhat of a heresy.
Just like today, where we find Jake squinting at the screen after a perfectly ordinary and normal workday.
A few clicks in, his finely-honed shopping instincts activated, and he spun the mouse wheel down, hoping to find a rare item or bargain...
…and then, one item caught his eyes.
"With our revolutionary new embossing technique, it not only absorbs more, but it also glides off your skin! You've never had a wiping experience like this before! Buy two, take one! Stocks are low, so purchase now!"
Huh.
Toilet paper rolls.
Jake's mind started whirring with the possibilities.
Buy two packs, get one free – so it's a 33% discount, 30 rolls in a pack, 3 packs, that's 90 rolls.
"Now why would I want to buy 90 rolls of toilet paper?" he grinned.
You never ran out of uses for toilet paper.
He pushed the 'purchase' button.
 As soon as he did, though, out popped a most peculiar window from the computer.

[You have been summoned by Nohas.]

[You are awakened as "Shopping Addict".]

As soon as he clicked on 'ok', Jake's computer's screen flashed in a brilliant white, and he was summoned to the world of Nohas.
***
"Okay, did anyone see the plate number of the car that hit me?"
"Where the hell am I?"
The first thing Jake could see after coming to his senses was people running around in confusion.
'Damn, what the hell was that?' he thought, while pulling himself up.
"Well," he said, looking around to see that he had awakened in some sort of Middle Age town, and decided to punctuate his situation with the word best appropriate for it, "...shit."
Stopping for awhile to make sure he was decent enough, Jake began to slowly walk through the town.
'Pretty sure I haven't been sucked into a portal or run over by a truck or van, because that's typically how you end up in another world,' he thought, remembering the types of novels he read back in middle school.
He had barely gone a hundred meters or so when the announcement stunned everyone close by.

[Welcome to Brino, also known as the 11th tutorial area for Nohas. For all of you who have awakened here, you have been chosen as Awakeners to serve and protect Nohas from the hordes of monsters seeking to destroy it. While this is considered a tutorial area, be warned that outside the tutorial area is not friendly to beginners, and those with the hubris to venture forth without sufficient preparation can and will pay for it with their lives.]

"Fuck me," Jake whispered.

[Fortunately, your wounds will be healed during your stay at the novice village. Also, do your best with your own growth, so that you'll have easier time adapting to the new environment after the tutorial period.]

[While you may think this is the next great adventure to embark on, know that it is not only the fate of this world that depends on your actions, but the fate of the world from which you came from. Because, when the last citadel on Nohas falls, the monster horde will devour this world, and then move onto the next one: Earth.]

People around Jake were beginning to panic.

[One more thing, use the status window to check your stats, equipment, and other valuable information you may need in this brave new world.]

More panic.

[Because this is a one-way ticket, and there's no turning back from here.]

Even more panic.

[Good luck – you'll need it.]

Pandemonium erupted.
"Send us back!"
"What the hell are you saying?"
"I didn't ask to be sent here!"
In the midst of all the chaos and everyone yelling and running around, Jake was standing there like an idiot, trying to process what just happened.
'Tutorial? Monster? What is it talking about?'
The voice was explaining the situation as if it was some sort of a video game.
'Calm down, Jake Smithson. Panicking isn't going to solve the situation,' he thought, pulling himself together to figure out what was going on.
'So, going back to what the voice said, I am summoned to a world where I have to fight monsters. And I am what? An Awakener?'
Despite his effort to remain calm, he couldn't stop his legs from shivering. He was even breaking out in a cold sweat.
'WAKE UP!' he slapped himself in his own face. 'This isn't a dream or anything. You served in the army as well. What are you so freaking scared of? Man up, Jake!'
After ceaseless self-scolding, he was finally able to find composure and looked at the situation clearly.
'Phew, alright,' he took a deep breath. 'First things first. It said this is a one-way ticket. Which means what I can do at the moment is to adjust myself to this new environment. There's no way back.'
As soon as he gave up on going back home, he rather became more poised. 
If he already knows the only answer to the question, there's no need to strive to find another one.
However, as soon as he set his mind, he instantly encountered a new problem.
"90 rolls," he whispered in a panic. "Ninety rolls of high-quality, embossed, toilet paper."
It wasn't the absurdity of the situation that unraveled Jake; it was that he couldn't do shopping anymore. 
'Crap,' he thought, as his hands began to shiver again.
It may sound ridiculous that the biggest concern he has now is that he cannot do shopping anymore: he's summoned to an unknown place, and now he has to fight monsters. 
For him, however, it was a problem beyond anything. 
Because Jake Smithson is a COMPLETE shopping addict, and there is a reason why we call it addiction. 
Just like addiction to gambling, alcohol, drugs, or any subject, his addition towards shopping was a legitimate one. 
In any sorts of situation, shopping has been and always will be his number one priority. 
'What would I do without shopping? Where will I find my joy? My happiness?' he murmured, as he, in all seriousness, was considering what he could do to survive in a no-shopping situation.
'Good game, and well played. It's over. Who cares about monsters and awakeners when there's no shopping? I'm done. Completely done. Not able to do shopping is hundred times more unacceptable than this absurd situation.'
And there he came up with conclusion: No shopping, no life. 
It's just impossible for him to imagine himself living without shopping. 
Even during the time when he was broke, he could still find hope and joy in his life when he unboxed the packages he ordered. 
No shopping means a complete despair for him. 
But the great mankind has always found their way during the hard times. 
One faint memory crossed his mind while he was striving to find his way out. 
"I was shopping for toilet paper. Then something showed up and... yeah, I remember now. The dialog box said I was awakened as some sort of 'Shopping Addict'."
He nodded, as a shopping addict himself, he would never miss his favorite word, "shopping".
'But what does it mean I was awakened as something? What about the shopping addict?' he was lost in thoughts again.
"Wait a sec, what did that thing say to do? Was it window? Status Window? All right, let's try that."
But before he did anything further, a square lit up on the corner of his eyes as soon as he said the phrase "Status Window" to himself.

[Name: Jake Smithson
Level: 1
Class: Shopping Addict
Basic Stats
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 10
Skills 
Shopping (Awakening Store currently in beta)]

***
As soon as the screen pops up, Jake looked around – most of the people around him also found out the status window and are looking at their own classes with surprise.
Nearly everyone did – it's part and parcel of what happens when you wake up in a different world that also happens to be working on role playing game logic.
However, Jake's reaction was completely different from everyone else's.
No distress, no surprise, no anger – all emotions have been swept away by a single word he happened to fixate on in his own status window.
That word was "shopping", and it happened to be his skill.
 The blank expression on his face slowly transitioned into that of someone who struck gold.
"Excellent," Jake said out loud before going into a deep and very disturbing laugh.
One thing is clear. His mind is set.
As he laughed and laughed, he finally realized that maybe being stranded in role-playing game land isn't such a bad deal after all.
Because, after all, he lives to shop.
He brazenly disregarded the onlookers beginning to edge away from him, whispering to their fellows about the creepy man laughing in the town square as soon as he opened his status window.
It was these very eyes and whispers that drove Jake to a nearly reclusive lifestyle, but at this moment, he does not care at all – not one whit – about the stares and gossip.
While he laughed outside, inside, he was pleading.
'Please let me shop. 
Please. 
If you want me to defend this city, I'll defend this city.
If you want me to fight monsters, I'll fight monsters.
Monsters, demons, witches, warlocks, whatever.
For the need to shop... I'll gladly kill anyone you point me at.'
He stopped laughing.
He wanted to kick himself.
"Okay, if the store is available... how do I access it?"
He knelt, put his hands together and prayed like he never prayed before.
"If there is God, if there is any justice in this world… connect me to the Awakening Store!"

 [Connect to Awakening Store (currently in beta)?]

 "YES!"
He spread his arms wide and welcomed his personal heaven, as he could almost hear a choir of angels singing as they ushered in his home away from home – the online marketplace.

[Awakening Shop (Beta)

CATEGORY
1. Basic Items.
2. To be updated, please check back later.
3. To be updated, please check back later.

CURRENT EVENTS:
SPECIAL DEAL – Package Set!
3 Strength Up, 3 Agility Up, 3 Intelligence Up altogether currently on sale! 
Original Retail Price is 2700 points, but we're selling this to you for the low, low price of 1900 points!
Don't wait, this sale is only valid for 72 hours!]

As he browsed through the shop's catalog, the onlookers noticed that Jake's expression had changed to something positively beatific.
The closed eyes and the calm yet happy smile he carried outside matched well with what he was telling himself inside.
'Yes, indeed,' Jake Smithson thought as he continued to browse the sparse Awakening Store, 'this is heaven.'
 

Jake Smithson was an ordinary man who lived an ordinary life and worked at an ordinary job... until he found himself on a fantasy world and tasked to fight off monsters.

While his old life revolved around one thing -- online shopping -- his way of life in this brave new world remained the same.

Despite his extraordinary circumstances... shopping, shopping never changes.

In a world so very different from his own, with his life turned upside down, he turns to the one thing he knows. Accompany Jake as he takes the first few steps on the journey of working and buying his way towards absolute power.

Zhang Zian could have gotten rid of the shopping guide, but he was not familiar with the area, so it made no difference which shop he went to. It was more important for him to buy an oxygen pump as soon as possible for Jiang Feifei, or else the Ruby Octopus would really be gone.

The shopping guide led them to a shop that wasn't small. The counters and walls were filled with aquarium equipment; there were also open cardboard boxes piled on the ground and the space left for people to move around was very limited.

There were only two people in the shop: one boss taking on the counter duties and another, which was the shopping guide staff. Honestly speaking, the shopping guide had done a very good job in his work––he was really good at pulling business. Even if the shop were to close down, he could probably get a job at a shampoo room… 

"Pretty lady, you wanted an oxygen pump?" the boss said with a smile. "How big is your fish tank? Let me give you some advice."

Zhang Zian knew full well how the routine would go. If they were here just to buy an oxygen pump, it would not be worthy of such warm welcome, so the boss would definitely try to promote other items. He would first ask about the fish tank and the fish to get a general idea, then he would take a chance to introduce other equipment and items like pumps, filters, fish medicine, and nitrifying bacteria.

But he was just running a business, so it was understandable. Profits earned were already being pushed low due to online shopping, so if he did not think of ways to push his sales, then he would only starve.

However, the boss did not expect Snowy to show him with her hands the size of a textbook. She said, "About this big."

The boss was speechless and looked at the shopping guide. That was a freaking small fish tank––was she raising a tortoise?

"What fish are you keeping in there?" he asked.

"Ruby Octopus," Snowy answered.

The boss immediately perked up after he heard her, since keeping an octopus in such a small tank was not going to work.

"Pretty lady, you can't do that. An octopus won't be able to move freely in such a small tank, and it's going to die in a few days." He winked at the shopping guide. "You would need a tank that's at least 60 by 30––the bigger, the better! Do you want to take a look at our fish tanks? It's an ultra-white glass, hot bend aquarium tank––much cheaper than the other stores. Let me tell you, if you want to keep fish for a long time, you won't lose out buying a good fish tank…"

"It's okay, I just want an oxygen pump… one with a USB port. Do you have it here? If you don't, then I'll head over to the other shops." Snowy was concerned about the octopus's safety, so she interrupted his sales introduction.

The boss and shopping guide immediately lost all their earlier enthusiasm. One oxygen pump would be about 20 to 30 dollars, so the profit would probably be just enough for a lollipop. But it was still money, so they took out a few different oxygen pumps to let Snowy choose.

Snowy looked at Zhang Zian inquiringly and just gestured for her to pick the cheapest one.

Snowy then chose one that was small and had a nice color. She paid for it and ran downstairs to give it to Jiang Feifei.

"Sir, you're… together with that pretty lady from before?" the boss asked Zhang Zian after Snowy left.

Zhang Zian nodded and moved away from the counter to show that he did not have any intention of buying anything.

The boss then pouted his lips at the shopping guide, signaling for him to continue waiting for customers by the elevator. At that time, an old man who looked to be in his sixties led a ten-year-old child over and, without saying anything, slapped the box that he was holding in his hands onto the counter.

Seeing that the old man did not come over with good intentions and it seemed like he was here to cause issues, the boss and shopping guide immediately straightened their faces.

"Excuse me, sir, is there a problem?"

The veins on the old man's neck and forehead seemed like they were about to burst. He said with anger, "This is the fish tank heating rod that you guys sold me! It's a freaking rip-off!"

Inside the box was a shiny, stainless steel heating rod. Its stated power was 100W.

His voice was very loud and it attracted the eyes of the few customers that were on the third floor, while the other shops did not concern themselves with the issue.

"Sir, there's no need for you to shout this loud. Reason doesn't take the side of the one with the loudest voice, right?" The boss frowned and took out the heating rod from the box and gave it a careful inspection. "Is this heating rod faulty? It's not heating well?"

The shopping guide tried to comfort the old man from the side. "Sir, don't be angry; getting angry is not good for your body. We've always been responsible for all items sold… Every item sold will have a warranty period of three months. Did you purchase this heating rod within three months? Did you bring along a receipt? As long as the purchase was made within three months and the damage isn't caused by any man-made errors, we will be responsible for the exchange. This is the advantage of a physical shop since, if you purchase the item online, the warranty period would only be for fifteen days and you have to fork out extra for the postage fees."

Zhang Zian secretly nodded his head. Every piece of electronic equipment could not avoid the possibility of a malfunction, but it was okay for them to malfunction as long as regular maintenance was carried out or the shop was willing to replace it. The shop he was in had handled the situation well.

The equipment, like the timed feeding device that he sold in his shop, would also occasionally be faulty, but as long as it was within the warranty period, then he would do an exchange for them when a customer returned with a faulty product. He wanted to avoid any disputes.

Therefore, Zian was unable to understand why the old man was so furious––especially after the shop had agreed to change a new one for him, he did not seem to be any less angry.

Could it be that this old man had lost his receipt? If there was no receipt, there would be no way for him to prove that he had bought the item from the shop… In that case, the shop would not be able to go forward with the exchange.

Snowy had already handed the oxygen pump to Jiang Feifei, and she returned to the third floor just to see the situation.

Zhang Zian shook his head, indicating that he was not aware of the full story.

The netizens in the broadcast channel were quickly interested. They all guessed that it must be a transaction dispute. The old man might have compared the prices with the ones on the internet after he bought the heating rod, only to realize that he had spent more money, so he was here to return the item or to ask for a refund. Such situations often happened to old people.

"Sir, please calm down. Is this heating rod faulty? If it is, you can just change for a new one," Snowy tried to persuade him.

The old man looked over at Zhang Zian and Snowy. Seeing that they weren't people from the shop, he said, "Well, it isn't faulty…"

"Eh… then why are you so angry?" Snowy asked curiously. "Is it because it's too expensive? You feel like you have been cheated?"

"That's not it." The old man shook his head indignantly. "What kind of person do you think I am? Even if it was overpriced, it wasn't forced on me, so I won't stoop that low to fine them for that!"

The shopping guide and the boss were also in a blur. It was their first time encountering such a situation.

"Then you…" Before Snowy was done with what she was going to say, the old man took out an identification card from his pocket and threw it on the counter.

"I'm a former electrician. I've worked in a factory my whole life, and this is my electrician certificate." He pointed at the identification card and said, "Take a look if you don't believe me."

Snowy picked up the electrician certificate and looked at it. The old man's surname was Wu, and he was indeed a certified electrician. His card had not expired yet.

"I'm showing you my identification card so that all of you won't suspect my professionalism, and so you all won't try to fool me!" Old Man Wu was very agitated when he pointed at the boss and the shopping guide. "Are you planning on taking someone's life with the things that you sell? There's an electrical leakage in the heating rod! It shocked all the fish in my fish tank, and if it weren't for my grandson who told me that his hands were numb, I wouldn't have noticed it!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

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

When Mo Immortal Castle was founded back then, it had had to rely on Green Gang for a very long time to build its own intelligence network in Songhai city.
In the last few years, Green Gang's value to Mo Immortal Castle had fallen, and their relationship was not as close as it used to be.
When two forces met to begin with, their relationship would be based on mutual exploitation; once that balance was broken, the relationship would also fall apart.
As leader of Green Gang, Zhou Jie was naturally very clear on this point. Thus, for the future development of the Green Gang, he had also quietly expanded his intelligence grid over the years, trying to secure the throne as the top underground intelligence network in Songhai city. But in the last few years, Mo Immortal Castle had really grown too rapidly.
But even if it was hard to compete with that power on the surface, Zhou Jie had still found another way. He had gotten information about the stone ghost mask by chance. Furthermore, he knew that Mo Immortal Castle had been looking for the maker of the stone ghost mask for many years.
Song Qingshu involuntarily swallowed his saliva; indeed, this proposal sounded very attractive.
On the other end, Zhou Jie knew that the situation was hopeful, and he continued with a smile, "Brother Song, you only need to think of a way to control public opinion and suppress the Weibo post… I only have this one younger cousin, I must protect him no matter what!"
Song Qingshu sighed. "I admit your proposal is very tempting. But you should know that the head of the Exploding Sky Sect has already made a move, so even if our Mo Immortal Castle gets involved…"
Zhou Jie interrupted him. "Brother Song, I can only rely on you for this. It'll be good enough if you can reduce the impact of this issue as much as possible! Of course, whether it works or not in the end, I'll still tell you everything I know about the maker of the stone ghost mask."
This was a very sensible remark, and Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction. "Very well, I'll do my best."
He hung up after that, and then was at a loss.
In the end, who was it better to look for?
Song Qingshu thought for a while before finally picking up the phone again to quickly dial a string of numbers. "It's me, Song Qingshu. Help put me through to Mayor Ding…"
...
While the mohawk's older cousin, leader of Green Gang, called Song Qingshu for help, the battle on Weibo continued.
It was already a full four hours after the start of the incident; it was almost midnight, but Weibo was still as busy as if it was daytime.
Things had gotten more and more serious. Father Wang's trending post "Wang Situ in a Fury over a Beauty" had already been certified "Hot" by Weibo — how a weak female should react and defend herself when she encountered a wandering hand had become a popular topic for discussion.
Netizens forwarded the post and were sympathetic; even the keyboard warriors stayed up late — all of them found incomparable satisfaction from being a part of this hype.
But soon, someone posted an online message and also sent a string of angry emoji expressions. "Strange! My comment on the post is gone! Even the reader count in the upper right corner of my last few posts have all turned gray."
This net friend shared a screenshot, expressing their dissatisfaction.
A comment quickly popped up below it. "I thought I was the only one whose Weibo post was locked! So there were other people with the same problem!"
"Shit! So it's not just me!"
"I worked so hard to type out such a long post, why is it locked?! Support Guru Wang Situ!"
This definitely wasn't netizens stirring up trouble for no reason, because Father Wang had also noticed something; he found that the number of thumb-ups and comments on his post were decreasing steadily. After four hours, a total of nearly two hundred thousand thumbs-ups before… was now only a hundred and ten thousand after he refreshed the page! That was half the amount!
Wang Ling also realized that many online comments had disappeared.
Previously, some people had sent several addresses for doxxing but which had yet to be properly verified. However, all of it had been deleted by Weibo on the basis that it was "prohibited information."
It was very obvious that someone was deliberately blocking the messages and trying to keep the heat down.
Father Wang patiently waited for fifteen minutes in front of the computer, then saw that the "Hot" word next to his post title as a hot search item had already disappeared. Even its ranking had dropped two levels, and he helplessly watched as it fell from Trending Topic 1 to Trending Topic 3.
In the study, he sat in front of his computer screen, the ashtray on his table already overflowing with cigarette butts.
He had already smoked all the cigarettes in his cigarette pack.
Wang Ling was wondering whether he should use his teleport ability to go to the supermarket and buy a pack for him.
After all, this was the only thing that he as a son could do for his dad while Father Wang relied on his own strength to search for that mohawk scumbag.
But very quickly, Wang Ling realized that he had been overthinking it.
Because he saw Father Wang stand up and directly pick up an iron box off the bookshelf next to him. Inside the box were ten black cigars. Father Wang straightaway lit one up and put it in his mouth.
Wang Ling's heart couldn't help but shiver a little… he realized that Father Wang's evil temperament was about to get worse!
...
In the study, Father Wang puffed on his cigar.
As Wang Ling stared at it, he slowly started to recall that this box of cigars had been a gift which some fan had sent a few months earlier. At that time, Father Wang had still been in the study typing, so it was Wang Ling who had come downstairs to help him sign for the express delivery, hence why he had a vague impression of it.
But Wang Ling hadn't paid it any mind back then and hadn't cared about what was in the box.
And when Father Wang had received the iron box, he had put it on the bookshelf, where it had remained ever since.
It didn't look like a famous or expensive brand from the external packaging, but the texture inside each cigar was extremely special!
Using his Heavenly Eye, Wang Ling could see that this single cigar contained more than three hundred types of precious celestial treasures. Among them, he could actually even detect the faint smell of "auspicious dragon grass"! This was a restricted-grade panacea grown in Huaxiu nation; it had the ability to bring a person back to life, and was currently also used all over the world as an efficacious drug for dealing with cancer! Just a little bit of this panacea could purify the body of all cancer cells!
It was very obvious that these cigars had all been specially custom-made by that fan! To be able to use auspicious dragon grass as a cigar ingredient — what kind of person was this?
While Wang Ling was still puzzling over this, Father Wang had already finished half the cigar.
As he had expected, someone was now trying to block the messages on Weibo, and the topic "Wang Situ in a Fury over a Beauty" had just fallen several more places and was going to drop out of the top ten.
"Everyone, forward the post again! Help Guru Wang Situ! It's fallen in the ranking again!"
"This Weibo is real scum! Black operations[1]! Shameless scum!"
"I forward! Forward angrily! Forward it again! I don't believe it can continue to drop with almost five hundred thousand forwards… robbed of first place by a shampoo ad! Who is it that gives you this confidence?! Rejoice[2]?!"
These net friends all felt that it was unfair to Father Wang, but someone was clearly pulling some strings behind the scenes, and they were helpless to do anything…
Reading these online comments, Father Wang felt his blood pressure rise.
Black operations?
No way!
Wang Ling saw Father Wang turn the iron box over and open the back.
His eyebrows twitched… it turned out that the cigar box could be opened on both ends, and there was a small compartment at the back!
Wang Ling then saw Father Wang take out a black cellphone which he had never seen before from the back of the cigar box.
There was only one number in the phone's contacts.
Father Wang didn't even have to think about it before he directly made a call.
A moment later, Father Wang's voice sounded. "It's me, Wang Situ. Please put me through to the head of state…"
[1] 'Black operations' refer to backdoor dealings or covert manipulation behind the scenes.
[2] One of Rejoice Shampoo's taglines is 'confidence that comes from smooth and shiny hair.'


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Gu Lin smiled as she reveled in her own intelligence. 
The personal assistant was too happy seeing that he had finally persuaded this idiotic rich girl to leave the place. He hurriedly asked the salespeople, "Is there a back door here? How can we avoid the crowd outside?" 
One of the salespeople told him, "If you take a left outside the door, you'll see a box elevator." 
The personal assistant didn't even say a word of thanks before he hustled Gu Lin out of the store. 
They had only just left when another salesperson turned and chided the salesperson who had suggested them the escape route. "Xiao Zhou, why did you tell them where to go?! That rich missus was so arrogant! You should've just let her bump into Ye Xingling and put her under fire!" 
"Don't worry." Xiao Zhou gave a wry smile. "She dared bully the people in our store… do you think I will let her go so easily? Even though Ye Xingling took the escalators up, there are many onlookers taking the box elevator up. The pathway to the box elevators is also packed. They want to escape? Fat hope!" 
The manager on duty coldly laughed as well. "She hurt Jia Jia's face… how can we not take revenge for Jia Jia? Xiao Zhou, go inform the building security to stop the box elevators for a while. Tell them that one of our customers took a dress from our store before paying and we want to chase them down." 
Gu Lin had left in too much of a hurry such that she was still wearing the dress from the store and hadn't settled the bill yet. 
"Okay!" Xiao Zhou was someone that enjoyed witnessing showdowns. Thus, he hurried off to do as he was asked. 
On the other end, Xia Ling was walking up from the escalators with a crowd of people following her. Many heard that the Diva was going to have a face-off with someone and followed along to watch the scene pan out. There were also many reporters that were called over by Lin Yunan, waiting to pounce and take photos so they could be the first to break the news. 
The most terrifying was a bunch of online reporters that had switched on a live broadcast of the commotion. 
They were all from sites with huge throughputs and eyeballs. As such, the entire online community was aware of the happenings in the mall and were following the scene through the live broadcasts. Many were discussing what was going on and were excitedly awaiting the outcome. 
Xia Ling took her time like a queen leading her troops and walked leisurely to the store in question. 
The train of her red dress swirled around her feet as she walked, making her look even more regal amongst the crowd. She stood out from the crowd such that everyone could not tear their eyes away.
She reached the store and walked in. 
The salespeople were long aware that she was arriving. They now donned huge smiles as they welcomed her. "Wow, it's really Miss Ye! Welcome to our store, you look even more ravishing than on television!" 
"Miss Ye, you have been my idol for many years!"
"Miss Ye, I really love your songs!" 
The salespeople were happy to see her. 
Xia Ling smiled as she accepted their greetings, but her gaze swept across the store seeking out Gu Lin. 
"I heard that Miss Gu Lin was shopping in your store. Miss Ye is here to look for her. Where is she?" Lin Yunan spoke up. 
"Is this Manager Lin?" The manager on duty piped up animatedly. "Miss Gu was indeed shopping here just a while ago, but she heard that you were coming and left with her personal assistant!" 
"What? Gu Lin ran away?!" One of the reporters following behind Xia Ling shouted out loudly in surprise. 
"Gu Lin ran away?" 
"Gu Lin ran away!" 
His words spread like wildfire through the crowd. Everyone was upset. What was this Miss Gu doing? They were all here to see them have a showdown! It was so irresponsible to just run away! 
They started to boo with no regard at all to Gu Lin's status as the daughter of a rich family. 
"Do you guys think that Gu Lin is feeling guilty?" Someone in the crowd suggested. 
"Exactly." Someone else said. "If she wasn't feeling guilty, why would she run away? That's so unlike a wealthy daughter…. running away with her tail between her legs. The Gu Family should be ashamed of her!" 
"Yes, indeed! So much for being a rich daughter! How useless!" 
They had all followed Xia Ling here and were subconsciously biased towards Xia Ling. Now that they heard that Gu Lin had run away and they no longer had a showdown to witness, they pinned all the blame on Gu Lin. 
Poor Gu Lin was already being judged by the crowd without even having made an appearance. 
Xia Ling asked in a warm tone, "Can you tell me where Gu Lin went towards?" She was extremely polite, drawing direct juxtaposition to Gu Lin's arrogance and disrespectfulness earlier. All the salespeople were impressed with just this one question. 
They congratulated themselves internally for having chosen the right idol to support and told her helpfully, "Gu Lin walked towards the box elevators. Miss Ye, do you want to go there too? I'll show you the way!" 
Xia Ling nodded and thanked them gracefully. Lin Yunan had already issued instructions to the bodyguards. Two guards separated from the pack around Xia Ling and went ahead to chase after Gu Lin. 
Xia Ling glanced around and realized that there was a sales lady holding onto her face, blood seeping through her fingers. That sales lady was looking longingly at her as if she had something to say. 
"What's wrong?" Xia Ling asked.
That sales lady started to cry. 
The salesperson standing to the side replied on her behalf, "Miss Ye, when Gu Lin was trying on the clothes here earlier, she made some unreasonable requests. Jia Jia here was unwilling to comply and Miss Gu threw a hat on her face. The hat cut Jia Jia's face." 
Before Xia Ling had time to react, the eyes of the tabloid reporters on the side had already lit up! 
They trained their camera lenses on the sales lady. "Miss, can you put your hand down so we can see your face?" For a rich daughter like Gu Lin to have assaulted a sales lady was also a scandal worth reporting. After all, no reporter would mind having more news to report! 
The sales lady hesitated. However, the whole reason she wanted to get Xia Ling's attention was to publicize Gu Lin's horrible actions. There was a limit as to how much she could get back from Gu Lin for throwing the hat at her, but if she harnessed the help of the media and netizens, they could all help her to seek justice! 
As such, she lowered her hand. 
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Oh my, there was a huge cut on the sales lady's face! Blood was flowing down and it looked frightening. Who knew if it would leave a scar? The poor girl! 
The reporters snapped photos of her face and asked, "Is it painful? Did Gu Lin apologize to you?" 
"Apologize?!" The manager on duty huffed and replied angrily. "She blew her top at Jia Jia! Even thought Jia Jia was injured, Miss Gu wouldn't allow her to look for tissues to stop the bleeding and forced her to continue working!" He recounted what had happened while adding oil to the fire. 


She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee. 

Losing her former glory? It doesn't matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn't matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble. 

She owes huge debts? It doesn't matter... 

A powerful boss once whispered to her, "Your debt will disappear if you become my woman." 

But the proud her would reply, "I'm sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself." 
———————————————— 
This is the story of the Queen of Song, return to the peak... and an overbearing chairman.

You might have read the comic, but here's the novel that it was adapted from!

Jiang Nan thought about it for a while, but couldn't come up with a sure-win plan. He could allow the owner to have a taste of his own medicine and spam the owner's Google Ratings with a bunch of 1-Star reviews, but that wouldn't solve his own problem. He would need 1,000 5-Star Ratings to balance his own Rating to an average 3-Stars, and he had neither the time nor manpower to do that. Also, if he really did that, the owner of that MASS Dollar Mart and him would end up in a review war, both of them spamming negative reviews on each other's Google Ratings. It was self-destructive for both of them.

Probably the best way was to become a well-known convenience store whose name would spread via word of mouth. Most people were more willing to acknowledge information from their family or friends than from a stranger online. Jiang Nan pondered as he thought about how he could get out of this situation.

It was now about 11:00, and he began to prepare lunch. He took a box of instant noodles out from under the counter and opened a packet. Pouring boiling water from the dispenser inside the 7/11 store, he covered it with the lid and began to wait. 

Sigh... Jiang Nan was depressed. He had just graduated from university and opened this store with his meagre savings, but he had already encountered such a troublesome situation. His father was the director of a small, no-name factory that was enough for their family of three to live comfortably, and his mother was a housewife who sold her handsewn clothes online for some extra pocket money for shopping. Neither of them would be able to help much, and he didn't want to worry them.

Ai, the woes of a university graduate...

Jiang Nan broke his disposable wooden chopsticks apart and began to stuff the noodles into his mouth. It was hot, with good consistency, but it was bland and tasteless. The sparse dried condiments did nothing to improve the palate. 

Jiang Nan people-watched through the glass windows of his store. It was depressing to see tens of people thronging the streets, yet the inside of his store was entirely empty. Sighing once again as he disposed of his waste, he began to take a damp cloth to wipe the shelves. 

Cigarettes...

Wine...

Beer...

C*****s...

The "Adult Sector" was done, and now Jiang Nan moved onto the "Food & Drink Sector".

There were many kinds of cool soft drinks of both the bottled and canned variety such as chrysanthemum tea and earl grey to the normal coke and sprite.

There was the "Hot Food Sector", which included plump and juicy roast sausages, soft and fluffy steamed buns and appetising and alluring pastries.

There were also snacks, ranging from instant noodles to potato crisps including dried fruit and cookies.

There was also basic groceries such as vacuum-packed mushrooms, vegetables and fruits, sealed poultry, seafood and meat. The list could go on for the rest of the chapter, but there is already enough filler to boost the word count so I'll stop for now.

As Jiang Nan was moving a small shelf away in order to clean the walls hidden behind it, he found a grey door with a plastic sign on it, very much like those "Maintenance Only" or "Authorised Personnel Only" doors you would see in shopping malls and other public places.

"Hmm? I don't remember seeing this door here during the renovation process." Jiang Nan muttered to himself as he began to squint at the words on the plastic sign. Now, Jiang Nan is neither short-sighted nor dyslexic, so it wouldn't take more than a second to read and process simple short phrases. 

This plastic sign had a white piece of paper slotted into it, with mysterious black characters that resembled Egyptian hieroglyphs. However, the more Jiang Nan stared at it and attempted to make sense of it, the words seemed to morph and change shape into something he could read and understand. It was highly abnormal and it was a strange feeling.

The characters were exactly the same as before, but somehow Jiang Nan could now read them. 

"Warning: Another World Behind!" Jiang Nan said aloud. Immediately after, he began to look around him, thankful for once that his shop was so empty. If there was someone who had heard him, or worse, videoed him and put it up on YouTube under something like: 'This Man belongs in the International Mental Hospital', he'd never be able to live it down.

Jiang Nan wondered to himself if this was some elaborate prank done by the contractor before he reminded himself that all contractors sought profit, and they would never waste money on something like this. He put his hand on the cold metal knob and hesitated. Should he open it? If he didn't, he might always regret not finding out what was behind, but if he did, it might bring undesired consequences. It was like the story of Pandora's Box.

His hand began to turn and the door swung open.

"What the F***!" Jiang Nan swore after finding out what was behind.

I bought a 7-11 Store on Jie Street, but found out that a Backdoor inside my Store brings me back to the Tang Dynasty?

Watch Jiang Nan expand his businesses and crush competitors in both worlds with a door that allows him to travel between them.

"Sure." Lu Man smiled as she agreed. 
Now that the results were out, a great weight was lifted off everyone's shoulder and finally, everyone was in a jolly mood and started joking around. 
Liu Chuanhui had a playful smile as he teased. "You have to give Lu Man more money! Not only did she act as your female lead, but she is also in charge of your publicity. I think that you really benefited a lot from getting Lu Man to act in your movie." 
Even Zhang Jian laughed and joined in their banter. "That's right, with such a box office, you can't be stingy, Brother Ji!" 
"I won't, I won't!" Ji Cheng chuckled and said, "I'm treating you all to takeaway lunch!"
Everybody: "…"
Even upon achieving such a feat, they were still eating takeaway food? 
"Don't we have to strike the iron while it's hot? Right now, we need to focus on publicity. But once everything is settled, I'll treat you guys to an even bigger, lavish meal," Ji Cheng hurriedly added, trying to appease them.
***
Meanwhile, at Zhang Lun's studio. 
Zhang Lun snatched the datasheet from Wang Qiu's hands. Seeing  'Red Tiger's First Day Box Office Collection' written on it, his eyes widened tremendously, but he still couldn't believe his eyes.
Scrutinizing the piece of paper himself, he looked at each line and counted. 
"Impossible!" Zhang Lun lost control and roared. "It must have been a calculation error! They must have added another zero behind!" 
How could Red Tiger's box office be this high!
598 million!
According to him, Fighting Hero's 295 million box office collection was already high enough!
Moreover, it was just a normal weekend, not the Chinese New Year. Why would the box office be so huge? 
"Did he fake this and cheat?" Zhang Lun roared in anger.
Seeing Zhang Lun's furious expression, CEO Wang knew that something was amiss.
CEO Wang grabbed the datasheet from Zhang Lun's hand hastily and was left stunned upon seeing the first-day box office collection of Red Tiger. 
Compared to Red Tiger's 598 million, what was Fighting Hero's box office collection even worth? 
Previously they even smugly publicized it all over the internet. But now, they had made a fool out of themselves!
They had the same number of screenings, yet Fighting Hero's box office collection was just half of Red Tiger's! 
Extremely furious, CEO Wang's eyes immediately darkened. 
"Go and check it. Confirm it immediately. Is this box office data really correct?" Zhang Lun instructed Wang Qiu's assistant.
"I… I will go and check it now," the assistant said as he dashed towards the door. 
"Stop," CEO Wang called him. "There's no need to check it." 
With the spread of the good reviews online, this box office was rather accurate. 
"Checking this would be too embarrassing," CEO Wang said solemnly. 
It would be like they couldn't accept their loss. 
"Red Tiger… Red Tiger also released this news," Wang Qiu's said weakly.
Trying to calm himself down, Zhang Lun took in a deep breath and took out his phone to check it online.
On Red Tiger's official Weibo, "Thank you, everyone, for your support. With your support, Red Tiger's first-day box office collection hit 598 million!" 
Once this news was released, some of the media accounts which were on good terms with Lu Man immediately reposted it too. 
Several official media accounts blew up too. 
"Shocking news! Red Tiger's first-day box office collection is 598 million! Setting a new record for locally-produced movies!" 
"Even all those super-popular Hollywood superhero movies have never achieved such a huge box office!"
"Red Tiger's first-day box office collection hits 598 million! The rise of locally-produced movies!" 
"How did Red Tiger became such a big hit? By word of mouth!" 
"Red Tiger has high ratings and high box office as well! Perhaps it can break Greedy Wolf Operation's record." 
At that instant, Sun Yiwu even reposted Red Tiger's official Weibo post. "Congratulations, Brother Ji! You are the pride of Chinese movies!" 
Ji Cheng also replied to Sun Yiwu's post. "Thank you, Brother Sun. Since the day I decided to make a movie, you always supported me and had my back. Moreover, when the original female lead refused to act at the last moment, you introduced me to Lu Man. Thank you, Teacher Liu Chuanhui, Thank you, Zhang Jian…"
In his post, Ji Cheng thanked each and every single person. All of his words came from the bottom of his heart and were very heart moving and touching. 


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

PLEASE NOTE – DRAFT
This chapter is a draft. I sincerely apologize for any grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes. When the book is complete and professionally edited and proofread, then this notification will be removed.
* * *

Alone, I racked my brain as to how I came to be here. I could only surmise one possibility and that was I somehow had transmigrated into Rosaleen's body after my death.
I felt my throat tightened with emotions once again. Despite that I felt sad, however, I wasn't that sad. I had expected to die and I had done the most important things I had wanted done in the limited time I had left; like spending precious time with loved ones such as my parents and grandparents as well as my friends, and broke up with the boyfriend who cheated on me. 
Although I must admit a part of me was still unsatisfied with my previous life. I had always wanted to travel and explore the world, enjoying immersing myself in new cultures, and sampling all types of different cuisines. Not to mention falling in love and be in a romantic relationship with someone who genuinely loves, cares, and respects me. But that was not meant to be. My life was cut short, and no matter how much I wail at the unfairness of it all, it wasn't going to change.
The water was getting colder now, and I didn't want to stay in it much longer. I didn't want to catch a cold, considering how low my immune system seemed to be.I couldn't believe I transmigrated into such a frail body. Then again, this was probably the reason 
why I ended up here in the first place, since we matched as mine was very frail after the chemotherapy sessions.
Of course, I had never believed in supernatural phenomena such as this, but the world was a vast place. Undoubtedly, miracle like this was bound to happen now and again.
I struggled to get out of the tub as I worked on pushing myself up. I managed somehow, with a foot landing on the marble floor. I was just getting the other one out when I felt myself stumbling forward, landing on the floor on my knees.
Pain shot through me and I groaned, my eyes closed.
When the pain on my knees subsided a little, I opened my eyes, and that was when I saw something flashing. It had blue light in the shape of a square button like those advertisements on the internet, enticing me to click on it.
What?
I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was seeing things. The button, however, was still there. I squinted and found it had letters on the button. It read OPEN SESAME.
I tilt my head to one side, and because I was curious, I reached my hand out and touched my finger on the button. Instantly another screen appeared. It looked so much like an online shopping site back at home. I couldn't believe it.
My hands shaky, I started scrolling, like I had done countless times with my smartphone. This time, however, my finger didn't touch a plastic glass screen of a smartphone or a tablet. This time, I was touching air.
The screen changed again to lists of items like I had seen in various online shopping site, from clothing to home appliances to skincare and cosmetic and more.
I was, naturally, dumbfounded.
This is real, right? I'm not seeing things, right? I'm not hallucinating, right?
To prove to myself that I hadn't gone mad, I decided I'd need to buy something. Now then, what did I need?
Ah! Aspirin. After all, that medicinal tea didn't work one bit. Why should I have to suffer drinking the darn thing anyway?
I scrolled through the pharmaceutical department, and voilà, I found a list of painkillers products, as well others for cold and flu that didn't need prescription from a doctor. I didn't recognize any of the brands though the writings on the packaging was in English. Anywho, brand wasn't important right now.
Now, I just needed to put one into my shopping cart to see if this was for real or it was just my hallucination, considering how sick I was.
I picked one and clicked to add into my shopping cart. Then I checked out.
The next page popped up, and surprisingly enough, it had all my details, including my name, which was Rose O'Connor-Kim, and bank account details, including the amount, which was thirty-grand.
Thirty-grand.
That was how much money I had left in my bank account back home before I died.
Strange. Very strange indeed.
I continued with ordering the product by scrolling down. There, the page asked when I'd like my order to be delivered. But how could my order be delivered if the system didn't have my address? Maybe it'd ask me to put it in after?
I went ahead and choose when I'd like my order to be delivered which had the options of IMMEDIATELY or CHOOSE YOUR DATE.
I chose IMMEDIATELY.
I finished the checkout and the screen changed to THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING WITH OPEN SESAME. It didn't ask me to put in my residential address, that was if I even knew where I was right now.
Done. Now what?
Puff!
A small packet popped out of nowhere and landed on the floor before me. I stared, wide eyes.
Did that truly just happen?
Still sprawling there on the floor, I picked up the packet and inspected the product. It had ASPIRIN written in bold letters in the front. It said: REDUCE PAIN, FEVER, AND INFLAMMATION below that. At the bottom, it had a fancy logo of Open Sesame.
I opened the box and took out the tablets, very much like those back at home. I stared at it for a moment and then broke the seal and popped two pills into my mouth. I swallowed as I gazed heavenward. "Thank you," I whispered softly.
Whatever was happening and whatever this magical Open Sesame was, I was very grateful, and I wasn't questioning how it came about. It was about time Rosaleen had a break anyhow.
Slowly, I managed to move and sat, resting my back against the tub behind me for a moment. Then I pulled myself up to a standing position. Now on my feet, I started stripping myself naked of the wet clothing. Done, I reached out and grabbed a robe sitting on the counter not too far away and put it on. I was just heading over to the door when Mary came rushing in.
"My lady," she said. "You should have called me."
The girl rushed to me and then aided me back into the bedroom. The packet of aspirin was hidden well away from prying eyes.

Another chance at life as a wealthy heiress in a world similar to 19th century Europe. Another chance at love with three gorgeous husbands. A strange magical online store that has endless possibilities. A transmigration reverse harem historical fantasy series.

After I was diagnosed with blood cancer, I know I don’t have long to live. However, I just didn’t expect to have died and wake up to find myself in another body.

In this new life, I am twenty-one-year-old Rosaleen Hayward, a wealthy heiress living in Astal, a nation similar to Europe in the 19th century. Here, the disparity between the rich and poor is vast, poverty and diseases destroy countless lives, and war rages across the kingdoms.

Despite her enormous wealth and married to three handsome soldiers, Rosaleen didn’t have a happy life. She was a reclusive, sickly girl who rumors to be a witch curse with bad luck, bringing disease and death wherever she went.

With knowledge from my previous life and the aid of an accidentally discovered magical online store Open Sesame, I work on healing the bedridden, ailing Rosaleen’s body back to health while I wait for Rosaleen’s husbands Marcus, Edwin, and Louis to return from war. After all, I am Rosaleen Hayward now, and I’m not about to waste a second chance at life, whether there are people who wanted me dead or not.

My Lady in Another World is a transmigration reverse harem historical fantasy romance set in a world similar to 19th century Europe where a sprinkle of magic could save and change lives.

PLEASE NOTE: The reverse harem romance is slow burn. The history setting and major events in this series, though similar to 19th century Europe, is not exact, (especially in chronicle timeline) though they are the source of inspiration for this series.

If you enjoy reading a book that has level-headed heroine, strong heroes, and sweet romance mix with fantasy and strange magic* in a fantastical historical setting, then My Lady in Another World is for you.

* If having the ability to do online shopping in another world without connection to the internet, and furthermore, having your order delivered to you within a split second out of thin air isn’t called strange magic, then this author doesn’t know what is.

Ling Yun and Tang Meng returned to the rented apartment and left a laptop there before locking up and returning to the low-income district. Once they arrived at the entrance to The People's clinic, Ling Yun wanted to invite Tang Meng for lunch but Tang Meng turned down the offer. Saying that he had another matter to attend to, Tang Meng drove off the moment Ling Yun alighted.
Fearing her brother might not come back for dinner, Ning Lingyu had been waiting at the clinic doorstep for the whole afternoon. Now that Ling Yun was back, she happily welcomed him in.
"Big brother, it's already half past twelve, I almost thought you weren't coming back. Hey, that's…"
Ning Lingyu had finally noticed the two laptops that Ling Yun was carrying by his side. 
"Woah… Brother, you actually went to buy laptops?!" Ning Lingyu exclaimed, her voice unable to hide her excitement. Ever since she was thirteen years old, it had been her dream to have her very own computer. It did not matter even if it was a second-hand computer, she really wanted one. Thus, when she saw her brother bringing back two brand new laptops, she was filled with joy and excitement.
"Stop staring, silly. How about giving me a hand with these?!" Ling Yun smiled as he looked at his sister.
"Sure!" 
Ning Lingyu's thrilled face was flushed beet red as she puckered her lips and ran over to her brother. Taking a laptop from him, she started running into the clinic.
Seeing how thrilled and happy his sister was, Ling Yun could not help but think that the money was well spent. With a gentle laugh, he followed her and entered the clinic.
"Mum, Mum! Big Brother brought two laptops home!" Ning Lingyu yelled while she ran swiftly towards the backyard.
Qin Qiuyue had just finished preparing lunch and was in the midst of laying out the cutleries. Seeing her daughter making a big fuss as she dashed into the house, Qin Qiuyue smiled before speaking in a gentle voice.
"Come and have lunch, you can play with the laptop afterward."
At that moment, Ling Yun entered the house as well.
"Mother, I saw that the clinic has very few patients each day so I bought a laptop for you too. You can use it to pass time when you're bored."
Having said that, Ling Yun set the laptop on the tea table and waited patiently for Qin Qiuyue's questioning to begin.
His mother had stayed quiet about the jade box, iPhone 5, Nike attire and the lobster he had brought back yesterday. Now, he even brought back two brand new laptops. Ling Yun was sure that now, his mother would at least ask about the money.
"Silly child, why did you spend such pointless expenses? Your mum's already old, so she doesn't need a laptop. Keep it for yourself. It can help you in your research during your studies."
Qin Qiuyue had a comfortable smile on her face, not bothering to hide her joy. However, Ling Yun was still suspicious over the fact that she did not even mention anything about the money.
"Mother, I bought one for myself too, a total of three laptops!" Ling Yun persisted.
"Oh, okay then. Mummy will keep this laptop then. Now, dear child, come and have lunch!" Qin Qiuyue motioned Ling Yun towards the dining table. 
"Mum, this afternoon, I visited an apartment near the school and rented it."
"I see, since you'll be staying alone, be careful okay?"
"Mum, I want to bring all those medical books in my room back to the apartment."
"Sure, I'll get Lingyu to help you out later."
…
"Mum, I'm hungry!" Ling Yun finally exclaimed in defeat as he sat down at the dinner table.
Qin Qiuyue smiled sweetly and replied, "Let's eat then. Now, Lingyu, come over and have your meal. You can play with the laptop after the meal. It's all yours so don't worry. It won't disappear."
Ning Lingyu dashed out of her room, her beautiful eyes looking brightly at Ling Yun and her face covered by a wide and adorable smile.
"Big brother, you're the best!" she exclaimed
As for Ling Yun, he ate his meal with heavy doubts hanging in his mind. Even after the meal, it still weighed heavily in his mind.
His mother was just too extraordinary!
Freedom is good, but, isn't this too much freedom?!
It was not that his mother did not care about him. After all, whenever she looked at Ling Yun, her eyes were always overflowing with maternal love and care. It was just that the contrast between how his sister and mother treated the situation was just too different!
For any little change, Ning Lingyu would always ask Ling Yun question after question, pushing him to his wit's end. Yet, his mother never bothered to question him and always seemed to treat what he did as something normal and acceptable!
Ling Yun had initially planned many excuses in his mind as well as various stories and explanations. He had rehearsed in his mind what he should hide and what he should tell his mother. But instead, his mother threw a curveball at him, choosing not to question him at all! Forget about being surprised, the situation just felt downright uncomfortable. Thus, Ling Yun decided to test out his mother's reaction.
"Mother, how about letting me take care of the clinic this afternoon? After reading all those medical books, I'm able to cure illnesses…" Ling Yun asked, trying to probe for her reaction.
If his mother refused to believe his medical abilities, it would provide him the chance to also bring up the reason for his sudden possession of so much money. He would then be able to also explain all the things he had bought. That way, it would make him feel much better as well.
To his astonishment, Qin Qiuyue pitched another curveball at him by nodding her head in agreement.
"Okay, I'll leave the clinic in your care for the afternoon. I'm thinking of going shopping with Lingyu to buy some clothes for the both of you anyway." 
What the heck?!
For the relentless Ling Yun who never gave in to anyone, be it in here or in Cultivation World, he finally accepted total defeat. She was indeed his 'mother', to be able to make him give in.
"Mother, I've got enough clothing, so just buy two sets of clothing for Lingyu."
Qin Qiuyue smiles gently and shakes her head.
"Silly child, mummy's buying clothes for you to wear in two months' time."
After having had so many unexpected exchanges with his mother, Ling Yun almost stumbled over when he heard what his mother said. He no longer dared to probe her anymore.
Ning Lingyu, whose mind was only filled with thoughts of using her new laptop, hurriedly tidied up the table before rushing back to her room. Ling Yun took the opportunity and followed her.
With the advancement in technology and development in society, electronics like computers had become indispensable to humans. This was especially true for those that lived in the city. Thus, even though Ning Lingyu and her brother did not possess computers till now, that did not mean that they knew nothing about it. The presence of the Internet and basic computer courses in school was more than enough to teach them about computers.
Though the previous 'Ling Yun' did not amount to much in his academics, even he had things he was proud of. One was medicine and the other was online gaming. Both were undoubtedly related to his weak constitution caused by his damaged Yang Heel meridian. The reason 'Ling Yun' studied medicine was probably so that he could find out the cause of his constitution and administer proper treatment himself. Whereas the reason he was so obsessed with online gaming was probably due to the humiliation, ridicule, and mocking he suffered constantly. Compounded by his helplessness to do anything as a result of his weak body, he could only endure the pain and sorrow in silence. Thus, it is only natural that he would turn to online gaming for salvation.
Beating a Boss in a game, defeating strong opponents, becoming stronger, winning better items and earning glory. All these probably helped to keep the balance in his fragile heart and provided the thrill he needed in life. Therefore, not only did Ling Yun know about computers, he was amazingly good with them.
The only problem that this self-cultivator faced was that most memories regarding computers were fragmented. In pieces, these memories were hard to connect together and thus provided little help. This was also why he followed Ning Lingyu to her room. He wanted to see how she used a laptop without incurring any unnecessary suspicion.
Furthermore, with his powerful memory and perception, just seeing Ning Lingyu set up the laptop once was enough for Ling Yun to remember everything.
"Big Brother, this laptop's specs are amazing, installing the system only took a few minutes!" Ning Lingyu exclaimed excitedly.
Her brother nodded his head in agreement before replying, "I bought this laptop for your studies so make sure you don't get distracted too much, okay?"
Having achieved his goal, Ling Yun left the room and the clinic to visit Li Hongmei's grocery shop.
"Auntie Li, do you sell needles?" Ling Yun asked Li Hongmei as he walked into the empty shop. As for the scorn and contempt she had shown him yesterday, Ling Yun took none to heart since he was sure that she would not look down on him anymore. This had been his motto all along. If one wants to change another's opinion of him or her, one should start by changing oneself.
As expected, the moment Li Hongmei spotted Ling Yun, she gave him a wide smile before enthusiastically greeting him.
"Oh, Ling Yun, you're already back. Buying needles for your mum? It's all over there, take what you need and use it!"
Li Hongmei was a simple person and she always showed what she was thinking on her face. If she felt that Ling Yun was a spineless coward, her face would be filled with contempt. Similarly, if she saw Ning Lingyu as a smart and capable person, she would smile and treat her fondly. When she was worried about Qin Qiuyue she would rush to check on her safety. Such was her character.
Thus, when she saw Ling Yun return home in a Hummer, bringing back so many shopping bags, she was surprised. In addition, she had even witnessed him beating the life out of Hades Tian as if he was possessed. After seeing all these scenes she could no longer see him as a spineless coward anymore. 
In response to her question, Ling Yun remained silent as he walked over to the needle section. After a few glances, he decided on the big needles which were about two inches long.
"Auntie Li, how much for a box of these?"
Li Hongmei was stupefied. A box? Why does he need so many needles? Even doing a year's worth of embroidery does not require that many needles.
"Eight dollars for a box…" the dumbfounded Li Hongmei stuttered.
Ling Yun put down a hundred dollar note, smiled gently and replied, "I'll have ten boxes please."
Li Hongmei's mouth was now wide agape. She could not wrap her head around why Ling Yun would need such an abundance of needles.
Ling Yun's choice was indeed strange, yet at the same time, a marvel. Since the country had banned the possession of firearms and close combat weapons, there was no better choice than needles. After all, even vegetable knives were facing restriction in modern China.
Under Li Hongmei's supervision, Ling Yun left the shop with his 'weapon'. Once he had left the shop, he could not help but give a good laugh. Just remembering Li Hongmei's shocked expression gave him joy. Now, do you still dare to belittle me?
However, he was still not satisfied with his purchase and thus, decided to visit a hardware store. After purchasing three and a half kilograms of steel nails from the store, he finally decided to head back home. 
Once he entered the clinic, he found a secluded spot and placed the items there. Next, he sat on a clinic chair and started scrutinizing the human body acupuncture point poster on the wall. It was as if he was engrossed in deciphering the meaning of a world-class painting.
So many acupuncture points are deviated from their correct positions. And so many points have been missed out in this poster…
Roughly twenty minutes passed before Qin Qiuyue finally came out from the backyard with Ning Lingyu. Ling Yun stood up frantically.
"Ling Yun, mother's going with Lingyu to the market. I'll leave the clinic in your hands. If you have anything you're not sure of, just give me a call," Qin Qiuyue said softly with a tender smile.
In response, Ling Yun took out a bundle of hundred dollar notes and scratched his head as he spoke.
"Mother, here, take this. You seldom go shopping, so you should buy more things. Don't worry, if it's too heavy for you to bring back home, I'll get Tang Meng to fetch the both of you." As soon as he finished his piece, he placed the bundle of notes in Qin Qiuyue's hand.
Rather than rejecting or refusing it, Qin Qiuyue simply smiled naturally and accepted it. Passing the money to Ning Lingyu for safekeeping, she gave Ling Yun a few simple instructions before leaving.
A few moments after the two had left, Ling Yun went to the corner and took out ten needles from a box, holding them with his fingers.
"It's been a long time since I've practiced, I wonder if I've still got the accuracy. Let's just have some fun for today!"
Finishing his speech, without even raising his head, with just memory alone, he threw the needles at the human acupuncture point poster. He then raised his head to check. Every single needle had hit the acupuncture points he had been aiming for! With perfect precision to boot!
"Looks like reaching the peak of Physique Tempering Stage Level 2 is really paying off. It would have been perfect if I could use spatial rift assimilation!" Ling Yun exclaimed, smiling confidently.
However, before he could finish his smile, his expression froze.
Ling Yun could feel his zenith, ajna, and the immortal spiritual energy stored right below his navel region all flowing simultaneously. The flow was wild and uncontrollable like a raging river. Immortal spiritual energy started to flow out from the three areas. In a blink of an eye, Ling Yun found the immortal spiritual energy raging through his meridians like the Yangtze currents!


Lingyun's tribulation has failed and he has descended onto Earth in the degenerate age. Step by step, he will rise up against the natural order!

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