Series of Victorian detectives about the police Commissar Nathan Brennan, the magician consultant John Longsdale and sorcerer Angel Redfern
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This is a translation into English of the Russian series of novels. Translation is done by the author of the novels. Original in Russian - here: 
https://www.webnovel.com/book/14866501406962905

After getting rid of the python, Chen Fan ducked into the capsule, ready to go out and make a phone call. At present, his identity was not clear, and he had to find a way to make two identification documents. Otherwise, he would always be in the blacklist, which made it inconvenient to go anywhere.
If he wanted to get identity documents, he would ask the pirates to help. Because, in Somalia, their will was equal to the will of the government. When the electric eel returns, it could take it back from there.
Mr. Abadi's translator, when he got a call from Chen Fan, estimated that he was sleeping, and that he had been speaking in gibberish for half a day, before he realized that he should change into speaking Chinese.
"Help me to make contact with Somalia, and to obtain the identity of two countries nearby, with a passport, I will pay you $50,000 for one."
He certainly wouldn't turn down such a big amount of money, and Somalia doesn't need a dime. Even if he got an ID with Obama's picture on it, it would not be a problem. As they all looked similar, in his mind. As for the other two countries, they only needed to pay the middleman, and even then, only just a little workman money for the amount.
"What about Ethiopia and Kenya? The two countries are close to us," the translator said warmly. "We have close business dealings with each other. We don't have to worry about what's wrong with our documents, and we could fill in the details simply."
"No problem. I'll send you the photo. Age is 23 years old, the name and place of residence, you can settle for yourself." When Chen Fan wrote down the email, he said, "Can these things be done in two days? I'll have a boat passing by then, and I'll take it."
"The Somalia side would be done in a day. I'll contact them when I receive the photos. It should be ok in two days."
"Done!" After hanging up, Chen Fan hurried back to the cave, sent him the electronic photos of his last fake ID, and then controlled the electric eel to go to Libya.
Libya is about nine thousand miles from the Zhongyun, so he would reach it in two days at the current pace. In a blink of an eye, two days of a boring sea trip passed by. The electric eel made his way through the strait of Gibraltar and reached the Mediterranean in about an hour, arriving at 11:05 a.m. local time.
The Mediterranean Sea, with its rich oil and natural gas reserves, has mostly contracted to developers around the world, charging large amounts of mining fees. And just fifty-three nautical miles north of Libya, in the Graff area, is a collection of offshore drilling platforms from six countries and seventeen different companies. Among them are the famous Shell Oil and Sinopec. The annual cost of mining alone gives the Libyan government more than $10 billion in revenue.
When the sun was tilted to a 45-degree angle in the sky, the electric eel finally reached the location of the seven offshore drilling platforms that were introduced by the company. This was a large drilling rig, which was painted with bright yellow paint and had a white background with a red sun flag on top. At the side was painted the "Ida Maru assignment three" logo, which was consistent to the introduction on the website.
Seven oil wells stood in the 50-square-kilometer exclusive sea area, four of which were working, leaving the remaining three in a flameout state. After a few laps of uncertainty, Chen Fan made sure that he still controlled the electric eel, then turned around and left.
"Let's make you happy for a while, since there's no place to cry!"
By this time, the pirates had finished their identifications, and Chen Fan let them wrap it up with something waterproof and throw it into the sea. The money didn't come with it, and the pirates didn't want to transfer the money to the bank. So, after he got the money, Chen Fan sent him an email, saying that the money would be brought to him next time.
"Dear Sir, there is no need to charge for this little thing." The translator thought that the other party was not going to pay, so he had to admit his bad luck and say a few words to show his magnanimity.
When he saw this message, Chen Fan laughed, as this guy, in only 15 words, wrote wrong six of those words!
It took another two days to return to the cave, which was four and a half days since they'd left, and two and a half days before the oil bid. There were three identification cards now, all of which were small, like ID cards. The passports were two blue books, and one brown book, and the name was not known.
Luckily, the translator listed a piece of paper written in Chinese characters. It explained that the one in Mali was called Lance Camden, the one in Kenya was Kate Rozanne, and the one in Ethiopia was Nadine Aviv. The background was all fabricated, depicting Chinese descendants living in big cities.
With legal documents, the only thing left was to go to Japan and attend the bidding meeting. The absence of a visa for Japan's entry and exit administration was not a reason for him to travel to Japan, and if the police found him, he would not be admitted and repatriate.
This trip to Japan would certainly not be able to take the deep-sea submersible, otherwise, he would be suffocated in about half an hour, so he only could ride the 30-meter long luxury submarine. Thinking of waiting two and a half days was torture, as Chen Fan was ready to start tomorrow. Yet to get there, he needed to find a translator to find out the details of the bid.
If he wanted to look for a translation, he could contact the translation company from the domestic business English translation company, and let them contact the translators or overseas students from Japan. There was a translation company in Zhongyun, but Chen Fan, for the sake of caution, still went to the nearby coastal city to make contact.
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The next morning, at ten o'clock, in Tokyo, Japan, at a temple street near the beach, Chen Fan, who had just been wearing a diving suit, as he had just landed from the middle of the sea, after finding a big tree to hide, rapidly changed his clothes.
Tokyo is the largest city in Asia and the second largest city in the world, with most of its interior coastline being covered by artificial buildings. With that in mind, the electric eel was here for a long time, in order to find a suitable landing site.
After changing, he casually threw the diving suit to the side, then took out a GPS locator from his Armani handbag that was wrapped in plastic bag. He now had to travel three kilometers, before he arrived at a place called the public shrine primary school, to meet the business translator.
The translator was contacted by Chen Fan through the translation company, when he had gone to Tianhai yesterday. The professional business translation time was too tight, so the translation company helped to introduce him to a foreign student at the University of Tokyo, who held a certificate of Japanese grade eight and would have no problem in translating the language plagiarized from Chinese characters.
Chen Fan had now walked for an hour or so with the GPS. Arriving where he thought it should be, he looked around for the translator. As it turns out, the translation company had given him the information of a 24-year-old female graduate student, with a pair of glasses, which looked polite.
Japan is a fast-paced society. Most of the people on the road were in a hurry, so it was easy to find someone that was stationary, waiting for someone else. He was only halfway around the school gate, when he found the target, he didn't even need to make a phone call.
"Hello, are you Dai Yu?" Comparing the two materials, Chen Fan went to the girl with the ponytail, who was dressed in a white collar shirt and a silver-grey women's woolen suit.
"Yes, and you are Mr. Chen?" Dai Yu looked at him and asked in a friendly manner.
She looked not bad, much better than the picture, only her breasts were a little bit smaller. Chen Fan thought these things in his mind, then nodded and handed her the agreement.
"How long will Mr. Chen be staying in Japan?" Dai Yu smiled, then tilted her head, with a soft and weak look.
"Two or three days, as I will go to Shinjuku to settle something." Chen Fan looked at the time. "Is there a Swiss international bank nearby? If so, can you take me there now?"
"They might have one in Ginza! It's about an hour's ride from here, and Shinjuku is close to Ginza, which is more than 20 minutes away from the subway," Dai Yu said, as she stopped a cab.
"The subway?" Chen Fan repeatedly shook his head, as in his impression, the Japanese subway was a synonym for "terror". It's not that there were monsters in it, but that it was more crowded than a can of sardines.
Along the way, the two people chatted, as she told Chen Fan that she specializes in a psychology discipline. She was from Yangzhou, Jiangsu province, and signed a contract with three translation companies in China, which were responsible for some delegation business, tours, and so on, all translation work from her hometown.
A master in psychology? Chen Fan could not help but admiring, thinking how nice it was to meet such a high-level professional, and one who was working for him as a translator. He really did have a sense of achievement today!
"Do you know how to hypnotize, Miss Dai?" Sitting in the back seat of the cab, Chen Fan asked curiously. "As far as I know, the general skills of a psychology master are hypnosis, and hypnosis is a kind of psychology."
"Hypnosis is mostly used for a psychological doctor's treatment in patients with a certain mental disease. It is not as magical as described in films and television literaries. With such, the patients need to open their heart to cooperate, in order to really succeed." Dai Yu smiled and didn't answer his question directly. "If you call a person into a quiet environment, and cause them to be psychosomatically relaxed for five minutes, then hint at him to open his heart to cooperate with your words, then you whisper in his ear: 'Your arms can't lift, your arms can't lift…' then his arms would feel really heavy. But, if you tell him to strangle himself, his subconscious would immediately resist, and he might beat you up!"
"Then can you try to hypnotize me?" Chen Fan tilted his head to the window and said casually.
"Sure! You are a woman. You are a woman..." she said, shaking her finger in front of his head with a smile.
"Wow, there's an Ultraman out there!" All of a sudden, Chen Fan made a dramatic gesture and pointed to the window.
Both of them were about the same age, and they didn't lack a common language, so they kept chatting and laughing all the way. When the cab reached Ginza, Chen Fan realized that the time had passed quickly, for more than an hour!
"Ha Pui!" When he came out of the cab, he spat on the clean grey tile, not because there were too many travelers, but because he wanted to find a building upon which to leave an aggressive message. So, he was getting a tough image ready to go.
"Would you like me to take you to buy spray paint and give it a shot?" Dai Yu stood on the side and said in a casual manner, without any expression of disdain.
"No, it's not fun to be caught!" Chen Fan shook his head and rejected the tempting offer.
They spent money like water here, so of course, buildings like Citi bank, Switzerland bank, Fuji bank, and a mess a lot of banks, had an architectural style that was more and more exaggerating, as if only to reveal their deep pockets. Walking into a gray, white-tipped building, which was a Swiss bank with three silver keys in the doorway, Chen Fan took out his black bank card.
When he just wanted to go the VIP room, a sharp-eyed man in a black suit, came forward in enthusiasm, and bowed ninety degrees, saying, "Dear guests, what can I do for you?"
The expression of Dai Yu was a bit surprised, to think that Chen Fan could let a manager be so attentive, just proved that the card in his hand was not simple. In less than twenty seconds, the manager bowed 90 degrees, then took Chen Fan to the second floor VIP room.
Opening the scarlet hand-carved doors, and stepping on the German branded thick carpet, Chen Fan handed his card over, saying, "Help me prepare ten thousand Yen in cash, then register a Japanese bank card, and transfer ten million Yen inside."
There was no need of translation from Dai Yu, as there were many present, who were all proficient in the language of professional financial translation. Even on the top floor, there were different styles of rooms for distinguished guests of different nationalities.
"Oh, ya!" Chen Fan seemed to recall something, while sipping green tea, and said, "The last time I got more information from the bank on the net, it said I can change to an A card, so what is that?"
"Ah!" The hand of the female staff, who was working on the computer, suddenly shook, and then her eyes looked at him with some amorous expression, where even the foundation of her makeup could not hide her blushing feeling of favor toward him. "This is a credit card that we make specifically for customers with deposits over billions of dollars in the Swiss bank. Holding this card, you can enjoy maximum convenience provided for you, and we not only can summon a professional financial personnel to help you at any time, but we also can supply a professional bodyguard from the bank to anywhere, to provide security for you."
The A membership card that Chen Fan spoke of, when it was heard being discussed, it was like a bombshell released into the water. Not only did all the female employees now have their eyes flirting at him, but even the golden haired, big nosed key customer manager held his laptop and ran personally to Chen Fan like a fawning sycophant.
What was worth mentioning is that Chen Fan's B class membership card was a black color, and was printed with three silver safety deposit box keys. The big client manager from Switzerland told him that he now could choose any color and pattern he liked, to make the A-level membership card distinct.
Also, the card was made of a zero-magnetic wear-resistant metal, so one would not have to worry about the metal's magnetic impact on the chip. This card could not be bulletproof, or explosion-proof, but anyway, it was indeed very strong, and very durable. It was obviously made by professional manufacturing equipment in Switzerland, so one needed to wait three days, before the card was ready, and sent by air express mail. The pattern style Chen Fan still chose was black, then he added a few white auspicious cloud patterns, so it still looked good.
"By the way, do you have a hotel? I came in a hurry, and did not even make a hotel reservation." Chen Fan, sitting on a white calf leather sofa, was playing with his new Japanese bank card, and asked this question of the key customer manager next to him.
"I'm sorry, we don't have a holding hotel, but we do have a partnership with Intercontinental, Accor, Shangri-la, Hilton, and so on. We can order ahead for you and provide a prefabricated consumption mechanism. If you are staying in a hotel that does not support the international bank card, we can pay for you first, then you can only go to UBS Swiss bank website, and then you can pay it."
"What a very considerable method!" Chen Fan smiled and said, "Please help me book the Shangri-la! What about applying for private security? How do I do that?"
"This is a service that was launched two years ago, and is made for guests who are constantly traveling to different countries." The blue-eyed key customer manager tapped his laptop to switch to another document, pointing to the fierce-faced, abnormal muscled uplifted black and white man and said, "All of these bodyguards participated in the six months of rigorous training at a private security firm named Blackwater in the USA. Thus, they are proficient in driving, fighting, shooting and so on. And, many of them are recruiting veterans, generally responsible for the security and escort work of the bank, so if there is a customer in need, they can be called on. In privacy and credibility, we could ensure it in the name of the Swiss Bank. You just need to pay them 500 USD each per day, and you can get the most professional private security for your exclusive use."
"Then find me four black men, the strong ones." Chen Fan touched his chin, thinking about the $500 a day, which was several times more expensive than a domestic private bodyguard. But now, in a foreign country, there were four professional and safe black bodyguards for him, which could be used as a token to make him appear much more glamorous!
After choosing a few photos of the bodyguards, he was satisfied, and Chen Fan turned to Dai Yu and said, "Do you know English? The black men probably couldn't speak Mandarin."
Dai Yu for a long time did not say a word, thinking that using "enigmatic" or "unpredictable" would be suitable words to describe this man. She was lost in thought, wondering about this mysterious foreigner.
"Hello, hello, wake up!" Chen Fan touched her with his arm, waking her from her daydream state.
"Ah, normal communication is fine, but I might not be able to translate, if it's a technical term." In retrospect, Dai Yu looked at him with a look that seemed to say: "I have underestimated you".
"Private security here can speak Japanese, English, and the language of their hometowns!" a translator standing next to the customer manager smiled and said.


Because of an accident, Chen Fan obtained the power to possess an electric eel!
Of course, being an ambitious guy, Chen Fan just HAD to explore his Electric Eel Avatar thoroughly!
Captains, are the Somali pirates still giving you a headache? Come and hire me online, and I will guarantee that your ship will be even safer than protected by an American aircraft carrier!

"Good morning class, my name is Kurata Seiji and from today onwards I will be your English teacher. You can call me Kurata-sensei."

This is a sentence I said at the beginning of every school year. I've said it for almost ten years. The students would bow and for the rest of the year they'd call me Kurata-sensei.

Students come and go. Some stay, some move. Every year I get a few new students. Maybe a new class. Some students I'll remember for the rest of my life. Some I'll forget.

But I'm sure I'll remember every single student in THIS class.

Because this class was made up of elves.

Recap: An elf by the name of Elisa summoned/kidnapped me because she and some other elves wanted to learn English. Why? Because they opened a portal to my world, stole someone's laptop and got hooked on Netflicks using Starbux Wi-Fi.

Basically these elves committed burglary and now aspired to become NEETs.

Word spread that Elisa had successfully summoned an English teacher and the elves hastily set up a classroom in a meadow. A few desks and chairs. A blackboard. Around twenty students.

Actually I never agreed to teach them. But I never said no either. Elisa just took my hand and led to the meadow and I just went with it.

So now I stood in front of around twenty elves. All pointy ears and weird clothes. Looking at me.

Among them was Elisa. The one who summoned me.

She raised her hand.

I pointed at her. "What is it?"

"Kurata-SENSEI? What does the word 'sensei' mean?"

"It means 'teacher' in Japanese."

"But you're an English teacher."

"I am. But I am a Japanese English teacher."

"??"

"Anyways, I'll explain more later. For now just call me Kurata-sensei."

There was one thing I wanted to know though.

"Elisa."

"Yes!"

"Right now...err, I'm talking in Japanese. But just now you clearly couldn't understand a Japanese specific term. How can you understand me at all?"

An elf girl in purple robes and a monocle raised her hand. Her hair was long and black.

She said, "Kurata-sensei. Look at your chest."

I did. I was wearing some kind of amulet around my neck. A red ruby pulsing in the middle.

She said, "Elisa cast a translation spell on it. This way, any words that the magic doesn't identify as something you want to teach us, it'll translate it into our language."

"Then why don't you cast a translation spell on that laptop?"

"Translation spells only work on organic beings."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Anastasia."

"Alright, Anastasia. Thank you."

OK... There are a ton of questions I want to ask. Like how can I go home? Where am I even going to live in this world? What do I eat? But for now I'll teach the first class.

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Class One

The following is a record of what I taught the elves in my first class.

HELLO, MY NAME IS…SEIJI/ELISA/ANATASIA

HELLO is the English word used for a greeting.

HELLO has curious origins. Before the word HELLO was invented, English speaking people used phrases like GOOD DAY or HOW DO YOU DO.

The word HELLO came into existence when Thomas Edison invented the telephone. He coined the term during a misunderstanding while testing his telephone.

What is a telephone? It's a device you use to talk with someone who is far away. Kind of like magic. I'll explain how it works in another lesson.

No, Elisa, Thomas Edison is dead. Since a long time ago. And no, Elisa, I don't know if he died a virgin. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. I think he had children, so he couldn't have been a virgin. No, I don't think his wife was sleeping with another man. I seriously doubt it. And no, I don't know for sure. I just seriously doubt it.

OK, I'll continue with the second part.

MY NAME IS...

NAME is simple the word we use to identify what others call you.

MY is what we call a possessive determiner. MY is a words that shows that something belongs to me.

IS is an auxiliary verb. It means that it is a word that indicates something is happening. But IS doesn't really do anything on its own. Not like JUMP or EAT. Auxiliary verbs help something to happen. 

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Elisa raised her hand.

I said, "Yes? What is it?"

"Kurata-sensei, I think I came up with my own example."

"Go on."

"Kurata-sensei is MY future husband."

"Wrong! I mean right, but still wrong!"

"Hnghhhh… how is that wrong?"

…Wait a minute

"Elisa, how do you even the words 'future' and 'husband' in English?"

"I watched an award-winning Netflicks show called Stranger Thingies where they used those words."

I said, "Elisa, see me after class. There are some things I want to ask you."

"OK~"

*My only regret is that I have but one lifetime to give to video games.*

Kurata Seiji is an English teacher. He has taught many students. But he has never taught elves. Until now. 

Kurata-sensei is summoned (read: kidnapped) to another world by Elisa. Why? Because she and other elves want to learn English. Why? Because they discovered a magical thing called Netflicks. 

He is tasked with teaching a class of elves. And he discovers that every elf has become hopelessly addicted to the Internet, Netflicks and video games. These elves need much more than just an A in their exams. They need some basic life lessons. 

Can Kurata-sensei go above and beyond the call of duty?

"Wouldn't you have any problem manufacturing the same products once the Japanese engineer returns to his country?"
"That's why Manager Park demonstrated the product manufacturing himself. He has the recipe and skills to produce it by himself. You just saw him doing it, right?"
"Does that mean he doesn't need the Japanese engineer's help at all to manufacture the products?"
"Manager Park can produce the products with his eyes closed by himself."
 
The researchers from S Group took notes as they asked questions and had responses from Gun-Ho. Gun-Ho looked at their hands with which they were writing down something. Their hands that were holding a pen were pale like scholars who never had done labor work before in their entire lives. Gun-Ho then looked at Jong-Suk's hands. Jong-Suk had used those hands in tightening screws, coating a machine with oil, etc. for seven to eight years. They were rough, and Gun-Ho was proud of Jong-Suk's rough hands.
"Jong-Suk, I am so proud of you. I respect your life and experience in it."
 
The researchers eventually left the factory, and Gun-Ho subsequently received the first order of the new products—50,000 of them from S Group. The product cost that the sales director brought to S Group the other day was approved by them without any problem.
 
The plant manager had to often step out of his office in Asan City because he had to be at the new factory in Jiksan Town. The new factory was almost completed, and his presence was required for electric work. A power transformer needed to be installed, and the overhead crane had to be completed, but Director Yoon was not very familiar with these kinds of works. His area of expertise was with the construction. On the other hand, the plant manager was an expert in the technology field. Director Yoon needed his advice in completing the factory.
"Manager Jong-Suk Park, take care of the production field while I am away."
"Yes, sir."
"The second production line conveyor belt sometimes moves strangely. Keep an eye on it. The belt number five often causes problems with screws."
"Don't worry about it, sir."
"Please repair the cutting machine."
"Why don't you ask the maintenance team to repair it?"
"They don't know much about it. I want you to repair it, Manager Park."
"It's easy. They just need to weld the parts."
"They know. They are just not good at it. Please do it for me."
"Sh*t. I am fu*king busy here too."
"You are the next plant manager, Manager Park. You will have to take care of everything in the factory anyway once you become a plant manager."
 
Gun-Ho overheard the conversation between Jong-Suk and the plant manager.
"Jong-Suk, please come to my office."
Jong-Suk entered Gun-Ho's office.
"Hey, you are a manager. Don't use a cursing word like f*ck at work. Are you aware of how many workers you are currently managing?"
"I'm sorry, bro."
"Go to Polytechnics College. Take their night classes."
"A college?"
"Yes. Polytechnics College is located in Sinchang Town. Get an associate degree first from there. I will pay for your education."
"I have tons of work to do even at night."
"Just study there. You can study an Automated Facility there."
"I can't speak English."
"You don't have to speak English. They won't ask you to talk with Americans."
"I don't know."
"If you don't finish your college degree, you will be working as a manager until you reach the age of retirement."
"I always feel so sleepy whenever I try to read a book."
"It should be different now from the time when you were in high school. You will feel easy since they will teach you something that you are working with already."
"I need time to think about it."
"You don't have to think about it. Just go and study and get your degree. Start next semester."
Jong-Suk walked out of Gun-Ho's office while scratching his head.
 
Gun-Ho received a call from Jae-Sik.
"Hey, how is it going?"
"I am doing very well. Thank you. I like the OneRoomTel in Yeoksam Town where I am staying. It's very close to work. Most of all, I love the work I do now. I think I am getting paid too much though."
Gun-Ho already knew how much Jae-Sik was being paid, but he pretended that he didn't.
"Really? How much do you get paid?"
"It's 2.5 million won."
"I guess President Jeong-Sook Shin highly valued you."
"Well, it's still too much."
"Hey, Min-Hyeok. Do you know how much Jong-Suk is getting paid? He is making over 5 million won."
"I can't compare with him. He is a skilled worker."
"You have skills, too. You have the skills of proofreading and editing."
"Are they considered skills? I am truly grateful that I work for GH Media with a high salary and a room in a OneRoomTel. I feel sorry for you, too."
"Don't be. You just work hard. Don't say that again."
"Our office is relaxing right now. The books that President Shin made had a contract with an agency so we could publish, they are being translated right now. President Shin told us to do some market research until the translation is completed."
"I see. The market research is probably necessary."
"So, I am at the Youngpoong Bookstore now."
"Okay. Keep up the good work."
"I will be extremely busy starting next month once the translation is completed. I hope the books hit the jackpot."
"I think it will."
 
Gun-Ho received a call from the president of YS Tech.
"I heard you received the initial product order."
"Yes, we did."
"Shoot, then we have to start producing the aluminum rings right away."
"Right. We don't have much time."
"We actually tried once, but the size wasn't right. So we are making them again now."
"Have you tried attaching the ring to the product?"
"We have. The ring we made at our first try didn't really fit. That's why we are producing it again. I just came back from the production field and kicked the workers' shin."
"I will send Mr. Sakata Ikuzo there after lunch today."
"Oh, you can do that? Thank you so much."
"Please have the workers ready by then."
"Of course. We will be waiting for him."
 
Gun-Ho headed to YS Tech with Mr. Sakata Ikuzo and the interpreter.
He became emotional when he saw the YS Tech building.
"When I came here for the first time to have a job interview, this factory looked so large. I remember it like it was yesterday."
 
Gun-Ho walked up to the second floor and went to the president's office to introduce Mr. Sakata Ikuzo to President Young-Sik Park.
Mr. Sakata Ikuzo examined the ring carefully that YS Tech manufactured.
"There seems to be a problem with the die casting mould."
"That's right. I agree with you."
"Check the cooling water. Lower the temperature and place the rings in the cooling water earlier."
 
The workers at YS Tech checked the controller of the coolant temperature.
"Lower the temperature, and you need to let them cool quickly. Let's try again. Oh, the interlock transmitter seems to be not working properly."
As Mr. Sakata Ikuzo instructed, they fixed the interlock transmitter and lower the cooling water temperature. The aluminum rings then came out beautifully.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

It was easy to buy a computer. Furthermore, Kimura Kazuki did not buy a used computer when he was at Akihabara. Instead, he bought a brand new laptop with amazing performance.
He disregarded Furuhashi Sakurakyu's request to take a stroll around Akihabara and also ignored her request for him to buy a desktop with top performance.
2080TI, 9900K… he did not understand any of those. Whenever she saw a new product, she would ask for it. She had never considered that he was living in such a cramped room. How would he have any extra money to buy unnecessary worldly possessions?
Furthermore, if he did buy a desktop computer, he would also need an internet cable to connect the computer to the internet. It would take a few more days to complete the process. A laptop would be less troublesome, and Wi-Fi would suffice.
Eventually, Furuhashi Sakurakyu gave up. She found out that he was an unyielding man who was also very stubborn and assertive. Besides, he was always efficient to act on something once he set his goals.
Actually, all of these characteristics were his strengths, but they also made Kimura Kazuki a boring person.
When he decided to buy a computer at Akihabara, he focused on his errand and immediately headed home after he bought a computer. She could not persuade him, but she reckoned that they should at least stroll around Akihabara. She glanced around the area, realizing that apart from advertisement billboards, there had not been many changes in Akihabara for the past ten years. It would be utterly impossible to notice any difference without looking at the details. After all, any alteration to the details could lead to changes. 
On their way home, Furuhashi Sakurakyu sulked for a brief moment. Then, she began to talk to Kimura Kazuki on random topics. She was apparently a person who could not stand boredom.
Kimura Kazuki was puzzled as this woman seemed to have gone through a tremendous change in her personality since her return from Kageyama Park. She no longer carried the elegant demeanor that she had back when she was at the Nakagawa's residence. Now, she acted similar to ordinary teenage girls, despite being in her adulthood.
However, he did not ask her about this. Nonetheless, everyone showed a different side when they were with different people. Maybe this was just her true self.
Once he was back at home, Kimura Kazuki turned on the laptop and began to surf the internet after he connected the laptop to the Wi-Fi.
The laptop's performance was rather good. In a rented room like this, this laptop would be considered as the most valuable item in the whole place. The internet speed was fast, and the hardware condition was excellent. Hence, it only took a little time for the webpages to load.
Kimura Kazuki bought the computer for two main reasons, his translation work and the spirit-resting website, which he had previously discussed with Chiba Shiori. Otherwise, he would prefer to get a used laptop from a flea market and never consider getting a new computer. 
While Kimura Kazuki was at Akihide High School yesterday, he cast the Vision Spell on Chiba Shiori. Then, Chiba Shiori mentioned about the spirit-resting website, prompting Kimura Kazuki to prepare a computer to use as a web server.
Kimura Kazuki was dedicated to set up the spirit-resting website.
This website might mark the beginning of his successful future, and Chiba Shiori was the reason why he wanted to train his subordinates. However, his plan had to be carried out carefully. If the spirit-resting website could thrive, he would probably develop a bright future. However, at this moment, his priority was to secure an online translation job.
In this era, most of the job openings were posted on the internet, and translation jobs were no exception. Of course, this situation was only applicable to written translation. Currently, Japan had plenty of translation websites. To work as a part-time translator, a person had to first register as a member. They would then be recruited as one of the team members, and their pay would be calculated by per 1000 words.
Currently, the standard pay for freelance translators would be approximately 3000 yen per 1000 words for them to translate Japanese text to English. On the other hand, they would get about 2500 yen for English to Japanese translation work. However, the prices were subjected to changes based on the translator's standards, the difficulties of the texts, and the market's demands.
For part-time translators who possessed no qualification certificate, they would be offered an even lower price.
If they intended to obtain a qualification certificate, JLPT and JTest were the two prestigious exams as they both were officially recognized. However, Kimura Kazuki was only working as a part-time translator. His chances would naturally be widened with a qualification certificate, but not having a qualification certificate would have little effect on his job. 
Among all the relevant translation websites he had searched for, he soon picked and entered one of the sites. 
This website generally worked on a project basis. First, the registered members had to print and sign on both the contract and mutual nondisclosure agreement, mailed it to the company before they could eventually accept individual projects that were posted on the website and began their translation job. Besides, the prices for each project were transparent.
While Kimura Kazuki was occupied, focusing on the computer screen, Furuhashi Sakurakyu was watching him from aside. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Are you looking for a translation job?"
"Yes."
"If that's the case…" Furuhashi Sakurakyu interrupted, "You should check out the honyaku-zumi.net."
"The honyaku-zumi.net?" Kimura Kazuki was puzzled. He had never heard of this website. Then, he quickly realized that Furuhashi Sakurakyu had been hibernating for a decade. The translation agency that was probably famous 10 years ago might have already shut down.
"Just go on honyaku-zumi.net and have a look," At that moment, Furuhashi Sakurakyu finally realized that her knowledge about the website was 10 years old. However, she remembered that the owner of Honyaku-zumi & Co. was her friend. With her friend's capability, honyaku-zumi.net Translation Agency couldn't run out of business.
This time, Kimura Kazuki did not ignore her suggestion. He searched for honyaku-zumi.net. To his surprise, the website really existed. Once he entered honyaku-zumi.net's webpage, he was welcomed by the organized layout on the front page. The sky blue interface was aesthetic and appeared soothing. The latest changes to the website were done only three days ago. It seemed like the website was still operating.
"Seemingly, the website is still running," Furuhashi Sakurakyu said proudly, "Honyaku-zumi & Co. is a small company, but their works are delicate. Hence, they are rather well-known in the industry. Of course, that was all in the past, and I'm not sure about their current reputation."
Listening to her chatter, Kimura Kazuki was browsing the website at the same time. After he completed the registration, he discovered that the site had the same essential functions as the other translation websites. It also provided jobs on a project basis. However, if he wanted to work for honyaku-zumi.net as a part-time translator, he was required to take an online recruitment test. After he submitted the test, his work would be graded.
Some of the projects listed on the website required translators with a specific grade and standard. He quickly ran through the website and noticed that the translators with higher grades were offered higher pay.
Kimura Kazuki marveled at the recruitment process of the website. Once he was registered as a member, he was required to take the recruitment test, which was actually an exam to grade the translators.
Within the stipulated time frame, he was required to complete the comprehension and listening tests. The difficulty would increase as he progressed through the tests. 
He had never encountered a recruitment test on other websites. Instead, they usually implemented the credit system. The credits of the translators would be deducted if they failed to submit their work by the due dates or presented a shoddy work. Once their credits had been completely debited, they would be blacklisted by the website. 
Comparing honyaku-zumi.net to the other translation websites, a majority of projects on usual translation websites were simple, requiring only the basic translation skills. But, the projects on honyaku-zumi.net required delicate yet excellent translation skills. Hence, Kimura Kazuki naturally preferred honyaku-zumi.net.
In his previous life, he was a man hailed from Huaxia, and his mother tongue was Chinese. After he turned into Kimura Kazuki, he became fluent in Japanese. Therefore, this website would be suitable for him.
For the coming hours, Kimura Kazuki sat still in front of his laptop, taking the recruitment test on honyaku-zumi.net. Furuhashi Sakurakyu had to borrow Kimura Kazuki's mobile phone to kill her time.
Kimura Kazuki did not reject her request. He passed her his mobile phone, in exchange for peace of mind. Nonetheless, he did not have anything private on his phone.
Later, Kimura Kazuki continued to sit facing the laptop, while Furuhashi Sakurakyu lay on the bed, playing with his phone. Neither of them was interrupting each other.
As Furuhashi Sakurakyu read about all the information in this current era from the internet, her curiosity about today's world continued to grow. However, her energy was quickly depleted as she was overwhelmed by all the new information. Soon, she began to feel sleepy.
Even though a specter did not need to sleep, but she could sleep if she wanted to. After all, sleeping would recharge her energy.
When she looked at the clock, it was already nine o'clock at night. Yet, Kimura Kazuki was still answering the recruitment test.
Furuhashi Sakurakyu rolled her eyes at him and intended to turn off the phone. However, she accidentally pressed the wrong button and entered his mailbox.
The next moment, she saw the names of Furuhashi Harunaka, Furuhashi Natsui, Furuhashi Akino, and Furuhashi Fuyuno. She quickly rose from the bed, and her sleepiness had instantly gone away.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Among the main countries consuming whale meat, which were Japan, Norway, and Denmark, Japan made the most use of the whale. The Japanese considered the blubber, which the Norwegians threw away, as a delicacy. The same part of the whale was usually sold for a higher price in Japan than in Norway.
However, because of the international condemnation, the Japanese were eating the whales in suspense and had registered the whales used for food (or for scientific research as they had claimed) in detail. Besides, whale transactions were illegal. All these made the disposal of Huang Xuan’s “properties” more difficult.
Nevertheless, now that drugs and arms could be sold openly, naturally, the whales could too. Huang Xuan didn’t think the shop owners would care about where the whales had come from. Meanwhile, the pharmaceutical enterprises would embrace a lot of cheap materials. So, it was just a matter of price. 
Rolin could do as much work as a big consulting company in looking for buyers, especially in the case that he could get any company’s information by phone calls, fax, or direct communication. Huang Xuan just needed to show up.
After the last container had been dragged into the freezer, Huang Xuan took a deep breath. At first, the freezer attendant had refused to let the container go directly into the freezer, but facing a price 10% higher than what he had demanded, he grudgingly agreed to Huang Xuan’s request. Huang Xuan gave him a big smile. He was a lovely Brazilian who showed his moods directly on his face. 
“Huang Xuan, time to go back. Your father is coming home tonight.” Li Qing was relieved too. 
Huang Xuan agreed. He didn’t turn back until he had seen that the door to the freezer had been closed. 
“Brother Qing, please don’t tell my dad anything about this.”
“Then what am I supposed to tell him?”
“Tell him that we had a ride around the city,” Huang Xuan said casually.
“Oh…” Li Qing felt like a disloyal minister tricking his boss with his son, which excited him. 
Huang Qunsheng came home happily. It was related to a research on some kind of structure. Huang Xuan rarely saw such a smile on his father’s face, which eased his restlessness.
After supper, he talked with his mother and told her that everything was fine. Then his father took the phone over and asked him to go upstairs. “I have engaged a new private teacher for you. Get up early tomorrow morning,” he added.
Huang Xuan was glad that his teacher wasn’t Da Silva anymore, but his new teacher might not be much different from Da Silva. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a say in it. 
“Did the travelers in the past use to learn many languages too? I wonder why they didn’t kill themselves,” he said to Rolin angrily.
It was reasonable for a middle school student, who had just started to study English and been suffering from it, to freak out when he had found out that he had to be able to have a basic conversation in Portuguese within half a year. Rolin felt sorry for him. 
“Order a Z990 and keep the bytes in the same distance during translation, which means that a single word won’t be translated into a sentence. In this way, much energy can be saved. In addition, I suggest that you learn more than three languages, which will be helpful during the travels,” he proposed.
Huang Xuan scorned his proposal: wasting one million dollars on translation?
“Then I can use extra energy for revising eyesights and help you change mouth shapes through light twists.”
“We call that hallucination,” Huang Xuan said doubtfully. “If you can change mouth shapes and translate by bytes, why did you ask me to cover my mouth or only move my lips when we were in P146?”
“It consumes a lot of energy in an outer plane,” Rolin explained, and Huang Xuan let it go. The base was still in Nanjing, and he needed a server after all.
He contacted Li Shenggang, who told him that everything was under control. The whales were stored in the freezer. Huang Xuan was bored and went to Sao Paulo Foreign Language Academy sullenly. At home, going to college meant being free from the restraints of education. But now, being an auditor of Brazil University was just the beginning of the restraints. The professors worked earnestly. Unlike China, in Brazil University, not only the ones who were excellent in academic study but also the ones who were outstanding in teaching could get promoted to be professors. Thus, no wonder Huang Xuan met a professor who was extremely conscientious.
Professor Paulino was in his sixties. He grew messy gray hair that was a little better than Albert Einstein. He taught Portuguese and English. He could also speak Spanish, Italian, and a little French. In his spare time, he was teaching himself Russian, for which Huang Xuan admired that old man. However, Huang Xuan hated being in disorderly surroundings full of English and Portuguese speakers.
Huang Xuan came to the college early. Although the Chinese were often said to be unpunctual by the Japanese, the Americans, and even their own compatriots, compared with the Brazilians, they were serious. At least Huang Xuan had never seen a stream of students walking around during the class before, which the professor didn’t mind at all. Professor Paulino wasn’t good-tempered, he would get angry easily when someone talked or did anything else but studying in class. He wouldn’t use violence, but to the students, being deducted credits was much worse.
Huang Qunsheng wasn’t much of an educator. Thanks to his wife who had taken care of Hung Xuan’s education in those years, he had been able to do what he liked. Now, in Brazil, except for sending Huang Xuan to the Foreign Language Academy and engaging a private teacher, he spent all his time in the research institute. His enthusiasm in study didn’t decrease at all.
Huang Xuan had to stay in the classroom and be good, although he understood neither English nor Spanish. Professor Paulino wouldn’t turn a blind eye to him just because he was Chinese. 
Luckily, Rolin was a steadfast educator who believed that a qualified authority owner should master more than three languages and know more than regular people, which was the basic rule to reduce energy superimposing. 
While Rolin and Huang Xuan were discussing that there were too many local dialects in Brazilian, the back door was opened quietly again. It had been lubricated heavily by the students so as not to make a sound when opened and closed unless the two doors struck against each other. Huang Xuan had heard the sound so many times that he had been used to it. He didn’t even turn his head until someone sat quietly beside him. Perfect blonde hair. That was what Huang Xuan had seen first. Although Brazil was a multi-ethnic country, brown was the most common. In Huang Xuan’ opinion, it wasn’t as pure as black, maybe it was because he was just a kid who didn’t know how to appreciate the beautiful Brazilian women yet.
His seat was by the window, where the cool wind was blowing. The girl’s blonde tresses were swinging gently around her neck. She had fair and smooth skin, totally different from the other Euro-Americans he had seen. 
Having sensed Huang Xuan’s stare, the girl turned her head, pouting her plump lips and wrinkling her high and straight nose. 
Huang Xuan wasn’t ashamed. He raised his head and made a funny face.
“It’s you?” That was the classical beauty Huang Xuan had met at the airport. The bodyguards weren’t around. She was smiling,and her eyes were as blue as a lake. 
 


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



The teacher of their next class was not expecting this when he walked into his classroom. Yes, he was informed of a new student, but he was caught off guard when he walked in to see his boss's son embracing the new student with dramatic tears spilling all over. He was wondering if his cold was making him see things. Did I take the night-time medicine instead of the day-time? I should have just called in sick today, this is too much.
"Suoh-san! I'm giving you a warning," Shion didn't care if he had to hurt him to get him off of him. "Let. Go," he growled lowly, but it turns out that in his babbling, Tamaki didn't hear him.
Which is why he was prone on the floor in pain, arms around his poor stomach that was assaulted by Shion's, quite pointy, elbow.
Kyoya had to give Shion props for not hesitating in stopping Tamaki—he couldn't do something like it because of his standing—but also frowned when Shion didn't move to help him up. He just sat down in his seat and eyed the blond on the floor. Kyoya narrowed his eyes.
When Tamaki recovered, he got off of the floor and dusted off his uniform and saw Kyoya with a dark look in his eyes. "Kyoya, I'm fine," and he truly was, the hit knocked some wind out of him and it hurt initially, but it wasn't damaging.
Shion noticed after returning the favour to Suoh that he was getting some dirty looks. I just hurt one of the popular kids, didn't I? That was a big no-no because that meant he would probably—most likely be confronted later by people that admired him. His thought process halted when a frightening thought came to mind. He's the principal's son... isn't he? They both had the same last name and he could see the similarities between the two. Only one word came to mind.
Fuck.
Well, there was nothing he could do about it now—except apologise. Maybe. He had already purposely chose not to when he ignored the guy on the floor and sat down in his seat so he may not be able to redeem himself.
"Hakuba-kun, would you be able to read the first chapter?"
He blinked owlishly, "Of what, sorry?"
"Macbeth. They didn't give you your textbooks?"
"No."
Tamaki put up his hand to speak, "Sensei, we could share for now." Shion was taken aback at the offer. He didn't expect that kind of kindness after what he did.
"That would be great," the teacher smiled, "thank you for offering Suoh-kun. Now, I'd like you to read the first two scenes of act one. Scene one is quite short so it shouldn't be too much of a read."
"In which language Sensei?" Shion asked, "There's both a Japanese and English translation."
"Whichever one you're comfortable with. Though I'd much prefer English—this is an English class after all." The man cracked a smirk when he heard a few groans. There were some students that he would encourage to read in English. "You may turn your seat around to read from Suoh-kun's textbook."
"Here," Tamaki turned the book upside down so Shion could read it, he smiled. "I can read upside down, it's alright."
"Thank you Suoh, and sorry for earlier." Tamaki would have responded, but class was in session and he stopped himself when he heard Shion's loud and clear English voice penetrate through the room. "When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won. That will be ere the set of sun."
Shion couldn't help cracking a smile when he turned Tamaki's Macbeth back around to face him. His face was priceless, the surprise on it. It was things like that, that made him like acting—making people react. He loved Shakespeare so much that he had most of his plays memorized, from the setting to the stage queues and the blocking. He'd done a few Macbeth plays in the past with troupes and his school, and he had come to adore Shakespeare. So he didn't even have to have the book open, he just read the lines from memory.
He got comfortable and leaned back in his seat, but kept his back straight so he wouldn't hurt his projection. The diaphragm was important with speech clarity. His eyes wandered around the classroom, he never really got to look at his classmates. He tried to be subtle about it, not wanting a lot of attention on him—the new kid got enough of that usually. He finished the first chapter and the teacher talked about the foreshadowing of the witches in the beginning.
"Good job Shion, no accent either—oh, well I guess that's obvious why isn't it?" The teacher chuckled. "Now class, what have you deciphered from this chapter?"
"You have it memorized?" Tamaki asked, impressed.
"Yeah. I don't want a lot of attention on me though so don't make a fuss about it please."
"Hakuba-kun, if you would continue with scene two please."
"Of course." He flipped the page of Tamaki's book and closed his eyes. "What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt. The newest state..."
Halfway through the scene, the teacher took pity on Shion and made another student read. "How am I going to top that Sensei?" The redhead complained. He knew he was going to sound terrible in comparison.
"Shut up and read, you brat." There was a whine, but the person read nonetheless.
Shion waited and looked out of the window idly while the rest of the scene was being read. He would have whipped out his book, but he felt that it would distract Tamaki.
When the readings were done and the teacher started talking about the chapter, he turned around and brought out his red book. He already knew what he was doing anyway. He just started working on some of his compositions in his book. He was thinking of lyrics to go with one of his songs. He thought that it should be a story; a sad one suited the music he had written. A story about a man and a woman who met on a snowy day, but the man had an illness and was dying—something to do with Japanese folklore.
The bell rang for lunch, Shion gathered all his stuff and lastly he took his headphones off. He was about to leave the classroom when he was confronted by two angry girls.
"You better apologize to Tamaki!"
Shion looked down at them with a blank look, "I have already. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to leave." He moved around them and left them standing there in shock. He was wandering around looking for a place to eat lunch when he saw two familiar blond and black-haired people approach him.
"Oh, Shion! Would you care to join us for lunch?" Tamaki asked.
Thinking the offer over, Shion decided against it. "Sorry Suoh-san, I need to do some things before I eat. Thanks though." He lied through his teeth and left with a wave. He just wanted to be alone for a while.
"What do you think he has to do, Kyoya?"
"I do not know."
Shion went outside into a secluded space in the courtyard surrounded by trees. Lying down against a tree, he brought out his lunch. He had rushed to make it in the morning so it just had rice, some leftover salad and a sandwich. It was very nice out, though a bit chilly, but it was the perfect temperature for Shion. He loved the cooler temperatures; his favourite seasons were winter and autumn. The summer weather was dying down, cooling down now that it was closer to fall. The sun was strong and the leaves were still full while a cool wind brushed past. He relaxed, watching the clouds and he closed his eyes, the breeze waving his hair around from under his hat.
"So what do you think of him? Shion would make a great new addition don't you think, Kyoya?"
Shion's ears perked up at the mention of his name.
"Yes, though we would have to analyze him to find his type."
What are they talking about, and what do they mean by my type?
Their voices got quieter as they were walking away from where he was. Sighing, Shion took out his headphones and put on some music, only to find that they had broken at some point.
"Well, there goes my entertainment in classes. Fuck."
As he was in a secluded area, he just played it off his phone's speakers. What played was a prototype of the song he was currently working on, and while that played, he worked on the sheet music for it.
Tamaki and Kyoya were walking through the courtyard when they heard music, sad music. Tamaki perked up at the pretty sound. It had started playing just as they passed a patch of trees and it caught his interest.
"Hey, hey Kyoya, let's find out where it's coming from!" Tamaki grabbed his wrist and ran off in the direction of the music. Kyoya sighed; Tamaki just went to the beat of his own drum. Maybe Hakuba-san was right with the mood swings. Tamaki could possibly have multiple personalities.
"The sound is coming from over there!" Tamaki pointed to a bunch of trees.
"Be quiet you idiot."
"Oh yeah!" The blond zipped his lips shut with an imaginary zipper.
They made their way through the trees and bushes to find Shion leaning against a tree. His red book was closed on his lap while his eyes were closed. His curly hair blowing with the wind.
Kyoya listened closely and heard that Shion was singing along to the instrumental music that was playing. It was a sad song, and he felt that he was invading something personal as he watched. His timbre was much deeper than his speaking voice, about an octave deeper, and the emotion of the lyrics and the instrumental gave his stomach butterflies.
Shion stretched, rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses. "Hmm, I should add a harmony in with a head voice," He thought for a moment, "Then I can–" He was about to go on talking to himself, but paused before looking towards the two new people in the distance. He had finally noticed Tamaki and Kyoya standing there, though Tamaki seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Silence was evident as they stared at each other.
"Hmm, so what do you guys want," Shion broke the ice, "And what did you mean by type?"
Oh, so he heard us before. Kyoya mused, raising his glasses.
"We just heard this pretty music and..." Tamaki rambled.
"Yeah, yeah, so your first thought was to find the source. Anyways, what did you mean by type? I'm not going to let you avoid the question."
"Well–"
"We wanted to figure out your type of character," Kyoya cut Tamaki off. He didn't want him to scare Shion away—because with all of Tamaki Suoh's eccentricities who wouldn't be scared or at least freaked out, by the hyperactive blond.
"Like what role I prefer to perform as?"
Hmm, he is an actor after all... even though that's not what I meant... "Yes." Let's go with this for now.
"Well, I like comic relief characters, but it's really fun being the bad guy." He smirked evilly, letting off an evil aura. He fixed his glasses with a gleam, "Though I also like the emotional type. Eh, let's just say I like almost any type of character, I'm not too picky." He noticed he was getting off-topic. "So how did this question emerge? At first, I thought you guys were wondering what my type was in people."
Ah, that's also interesting.
Tamaki, who had been quiet for the time being, decided to pipe in, "We were thinking that you could join our club."
"And what does this club consist of?"
Kyoya adjusted his glasses with a ray of light flashing off of them, "You will have to visit to find out." He turned on his heel with a smirk, "Come along Tamaki, we still have to eat our lunch."
"Kyoya! I say Kyoya, wait!" Tamaki stopped before running after the four eyes, "Let's talk later, kay?" Then he bolted through the shrubbery, calling for mommy... whatever that meant...
"Well, aren't they just a pocketful of sunshine. Though I guess Suoh would be the sun and Ootori would be the moon." He sighed and continued his lax lunch break until he glanced at the time on his phone, it was ten minutes till the next class. Gathering his things in his satchel, he slung it over his head and onto his shoulder, departing for his next class.
He had Phys Ed next, so he had to ask a teacher as to where he could change. He was already heading in the general direction of the gym according to the teacher. At least he wouldn't be late. Thanking the woman, he bowed a bit awkwardly, not quite used to the action still, and found the men's locker room. It was rather extravagant, like everything else in the school.
There were even shower stalls which he would regularly never use, but they looked like they were cleaned regularly. He would have to take a shower after. There was also a counter along one of the walls along with a large mirror. He set his bag down on the marble countertop and rummaged through it until he felt his folded clothes on the bottom of it. Pulling them out, he set them down and took his glasses and hat off before he changed into simple dark red sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Feeling around the counter for his glasses he finally found the pair and put it on its proper place, his face. He looked himself over once and fixed his hair a bit. His hat had done wonders calming it and it wasn't quite as frizzy anymore. Just it's normal curly goodness. Putting his things in a locker, he set a code and locked it, and then he made his way to the gym.
"Holy shit, this is huge," he looked up, the roof was at least two stories high and the whole gymnasium was about eight classrooms in size. The classrooms were already the size of a small house in square inches, so the gym was huge and that was an understatement. He was convinced that this wasn't even the full extent of it. His expectations have been exceeded a number of times already, so it wasn't that unexpected anymore.
"Just wait until you see the pool."
"Gah!"
The sudden voice from behind him scared Shion out of his wits. The person had been in the gymnasium a few minutes earlier and has been waiting for the rest of the students to file in. He was the type of person to be punctual. Shion, who had tripped over his feet when startled, immediately knew who it was from one of the two people he knew so far.
"Ootori-san... Please, you're going to give someone a heart attack, and I'm probably going to be your first victim." He sighed, pushing his bangs back into place along with his glasses. He was worried that Ootori has seen when his hair moved, though from his reaction it didn't look like Kyoya had seen anything. He didn't want unnecessary attention.
Kyoya chuckled at Shion's exasperation, and kindly put a hand out to help him. Shion eyed the hand Kyoya had put out for him—he smirked and grabbed hold to yank himself up off the floor. The mischievous glint in his green eye didn't go unnoticed by Kyoya. When Kyoya pulled to help him up, Shion stuck his foot in front of Kyoya's own and pulled, making him stumble and trip.
"Ha! Payback's a bitch, isn't it Ootori-san?" Shion laughed with a grin and offered his hand to Kyoya. Kyoya sighed but otherwise took the offer, he had probably deserved that. "So, what are we doing in gym today? I'm sure you know already."
"We are currently in the unit of basketball. We just started it yesterday so I presume that we will be working on passing."
"Yeah, shooting always comes after passing. Units always start off so boring."
"I have to agree."
"Hey, Kyoya! I refilled our water bottles!" Tamaki came running in at a full sprint and tripped over his shoelaces, face faulting the floor. Though he managed to save the water bottles... Shion had to wonder if the blond ever ran out of energy.
"I wonder what's with everyone and tripping today." Just earlier Kyoya had observed a teacher trip down the stairs only to fall into another person. Like a domino effect.
"I don't know," Shion shrugged and watched as Tamaki twitched on the floor.
Suddenly he shot up with the fervour of a bottle rocket, "IS NO ONE GOING TO HELP ME?" Tamaki cried out in outrage.
By this time students were coming in and could see Tamaki's breakdown.
"MOMMA!"
Kyoya chose to ignore Tamaki's tantrum in favour of seeing the varied expressions of his classmates.
"Stop shouting Suoh, it's echoing!"
Gym class was exhausting as fuck with Tamaki in the group he was in. He didn't know where his energy came from. Maybe he's on a high with all those mushrooms. He got an odd look from Kyoya when he snorted and almost choked on his own spit.
I should start running again. I'm not in the shape I used to be.

Since she had finished dinner, Qiao Nan crossed her arms and looked at Qiao Zijin with a look of indifference in her eyes. "What kind of discussion?"
"I remember Dad said that your English is very good. If you don't have the ability to do it, it will be very difficult even if someone teaches you. Why don't we do it this way? I will do the translation. You can help check through and edit those that are translated wrongly or parts that I have trouble translating. We will split the money in half. What do you think?"
Ding Jiayi twitched her mouth as if she wanted to say something. She was very dissatisfied with what Qiao Zijin said.
Since the document was translated by Zijin, and Qiao Nan only helped make some changes, Zijin should have all of the pay. Why did Qiao Nan have the cheek to take half of the money?
But today Ding Jiayi had been 'disciplined' by Qiao Dongliang. When she was reminded that Qiao Dongliang had said that he wanted a divorce, Ding Jiayi kept a check on herself and did not say another word.
Qiao Nan knew what was going through Ding Jiayi's mind, but she paid no attention to her. What mattered to her was Qiao Dongliang's reaction. She turned to look at him.
Qiao Nan saw that Qiao Dongliang looked calm and did not seem to have any thoughts about this matter. She breathed a sigh of relief. Did it mean that whatever she had said to her father previously was useful, and that he would not side with Zijin anymore?
If it was in the past, her father would have agreed on her behalf and asked her to help and get along with Qiao Zijin.
After all, Qiao Zijin wanted to 'improve' and 'make progress'.
"Nan Nan, what do you think?" Qiao Zijin looked at Qiao Nan smilingly. Her tone was soft and gentle like the spring rain. It was comforting, but to Qiao Nan, she could feel the chill hidden in the spring rain.
"No." Qiao Nan drank some water. "It's not that I look down on you, it's just that you are not able to do it."
Qiao Zijin hated English to the core. The reason why Qiao Nan took out the document was that she wanted Qiao Zijin to back out of a difficult situation. She never knew that Qiao Zijin would be so shameless.
If she was really only sixteen years old, she might not understand Qiao Zijin's schemes. But she was almost 'forty-six years old', so how could she not see through the traps that Qiao Zijin set?
"Why can't I do it? Nan Nan, you can't look down on people!" Qiao Zijin was not convinced. It was not that she was incapable. It was that Qiao Nan refused to help her. She did not want her to earn the money. Qiao Nan did not want her father to know that Qiao Zijin was capable and was as good as Qiao Nan!
To put it bluntly, Qiao Nan could not stand that Qiao Zijin was better and more capable than her!
Qiao Nan kept her cool. She passed a pen to Qiao Zijin calmly. "Since you say that you can do it, try to translate the documents right now."
Qiao Zijin grounded her teeth. Was Qiao Nan doing this on purpose?
"Give me a minute. Let me get an English dictionary." She did not believe that she was not as good as Qiao Nan.
"Okay, the whole family is waiting for you." Qiao Dongliang drank his tea. He wanted to know whether Qiao Zijin had really become sensible and learned the right way.
"Zijin, don't worry, we have the time. Take your time to translate. Since it's not an exam, there is no time limit." Ding Jiayi dared not scold Qiao Nan, so she could only encourage and cheer for Qiao Zijin.
"Mom, I know." Qiao Zijin sighed. Her mother was right. This was not an exam, and there was no time limit. She could do it slowly. No matter what, she had to do her best now so that she could share half of Qiao Nan's earnings rightfully.
Qiao Zijin had never been so serious and concentrated on a task before. She flipped the dictionary and wrote down what she found.
Qiao Zijin sat still working on the translation for an entire hour. Her eyes were either staring at the dictionary or the documents. She repeated the same actions for an entire hour.
"Sister, it is eight o'clock now. Okay, you don't have to translate everything. You can stop translating. Let me take a look." Qiao Nan yawned and took the documents from Qiao Zijin calmly.
"Oh…" Qiao Zijin turned green, watching helplessly as Qiao Nan took the document back. She did not even have the chance to grab it from her.
Qiao Zijin might have worked at it for an entire hour and wrote down a lot of words, but she did not translate much.
Qiao Nan took out a red pen quietly and started to edit the translation that Qiao Zijin tried hard to finish.
Qiao Nan crossed out a short sentence and wrote the correct translation by the side. Then, she drew a large cross on a long paragraph and did not bother to provide the correct translation.
In the end, Qiao Nan had no choice but to draw circles on the documents.
Qiao Zijin took more than an hour to translate, while Qiao Nan used less than three minutes to read through. "Sister, take a look for yourself. Aside from those that I marked in circles, the rest are wrong. There isn't a single sentence that was translated accurately. Tell me, are you able to do this job? You say that you will translate, I will help you correct the mistakes, and we will split the money? Sister, are you sure that after you are done with your translation, I only need to make minor changes? Or do I have to redo it again?"
Though Qiao Zijin was very serious and careful, she did not get a single sentence correct. How could she take up the translation work?
Most importantly, Qiao Nan knew that in order to secure the translation job in front of the whole family, Qiao Zijin gave her full attention to translating and worked at it for more than an hour. But when Qiao Zijin landed the job, her attitude would be completely different.
By that time, Qiao Zijin might not even look through the dictionary. She would just grab any book and copy some sentences from the book before handing the translation back to her.
Qiao Zijin never intended to work to earn money. What she had in mind was a way for her to get the money without working!
In the end, the translation would be done by Qiao Nan alone, and yet she had to give half of the money to Qiao Zijin!
Ding Jiayi did not believe in Qiao Nan's words. She took the documents and saw that it was full of crosses. Only a few areas were circled. "Are you sure that you have not made a mistake? Your sister did not even get a single sentence correct?"
How was it possible? Zijin was one level higher than Qiao Nan. It was impossible that Qiao Nan could translate while she could not. Furthermore, she had done badly for her translations. "Qiao Nan, you can tell your sister the correct translations, and she will write them down. This way, the job is done by both of you. Qiao Nan, yours is a simpler job since you only need to tell Qiao Zijin the translations. The money can be split between both of you."
"Mom, do you think that one just needs to talk to do a translation? The most important thing is to use one's brains. I do not need Sister's help to write these words down. I can do it myself." Qiao Nan refused immediately.
"You… why are you so stubborn? You do not consider your sister's feelings. You should help your sister. In the future, your sister will also help you when you need help."


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Mr. Sunshine centres around a man who was born into slavery in Joseon but escaped to the United States after the 1871 Shinmiyangyo (U.S. expedition to Korea). He becomes a United States Marine Corps officer and returns to Joseon after the Spanish-American war. While in Joseon, he meets and falls in love with an aristocrat's daughter, who is part of the Righteous Army. At the same time, he discovers a plot by foreign forces to colonize Korea and soon, he becomes embroiled in the fight for Joseon’s sovereignty.

Hey, i just want to say thank you for reading my book. your readership will really help me in writing this book which is my first.

The function of this Author's Note is to give help to reader about the meaning or interpretation of the story and also interesting bits about names, concepts, etc. 

WARNING!!
This is not a theology lesson so take what i say about any religion related stuff in real life with grain of salt. Do your own research if you are interested in any theological topic.

So lets begin.
TITLE.
The title of this chapter is "In The Beginning" which is actually the original title used to refer to the book of genesis of the Hebrew Bible. In Hebrew Bible, the book of genesis is refered as "Bereshyt" which is the first word in the book of genesis meaning "in the beginning" (maybe?) just like this chapter.

STORY.
This is of course a generic creation story that just so happen to be inspired by the real life Holy Bible. or was it? (yeah it is). This chapter tells a story of the creation of gods which is actually takes that all the gods as a hypocrite in some sense. lets begin, ehmm ehmm. Aku gave the lands he created to Anu yet he wanted to destroy it after he gave it albeit in deceit. Anu, well he deceived his brother to give him all the lands he created while he basically became the most venerated that even his name shall not be used in vain. El is even worse as he abused his father name to take his brothers land and enslave some of them in an eternity of servetitude as Ang-El. It is messed up.

NAMES.
Aku.
Aku comes from a japanese word (yes i'm a weabs) "aku" or pronounced "ah-koo", the word has several meaning to it (as i know it). Aku in japanese means "to open" e.g. "to open a story", so the character Aku is used to open the story as he was the first one mentioned BY NAME in the story. The word aku in japanese also means "evil" which considering the author of this story of creation is the worshipper of Anui-El which has Anu's name on it which is the opposite diety of Aku. Interestingly, since this book is written by whorsipper of El, Aku might not be the real name of this diety but rather was invented by the author of this book to make a point that this diety is not to be venerated or exalted. but i digress. 

Anu.
Anu is in real life a mythological supreme god and ancestor to all diety of mesopotamian religion(?). Anu in the story reflects his real life counterpart as the supreme god and the father of all gods. Even his name carries power with it (we will talk about concept of name) as even El is afraid to use it. Anu in the story relinquish his power to his children especially El which he gave his name. The interesting part about Anu and El is that they are believed to be the same being (maybe?) but El is the Canaanite version of Anu so in the story they did become one as Anui-El.

El
El is in real life the Canaanite version on Anu. The name "el" in Hebrew means "god" as god in general sense but sometimes as specific diety El or Elohim or El Shaddai (in the Holy Bible). El was a god specific to northern kingdom of israel (maybe?) but later syncretisized YHWH, a god from souther kingdom of judah (maybe?). El in the story has a role as the supreme diety of all including his own brothers children of Anu as he is the one to wield Anu's (once again, not a dirty word) name as Anui-El.

Anui-El
Anui-El is El wielding his father's name alongside him. This form of El is the most powerful being in existence in the story. However his power is so great that El himself is afraid of using it. Interestingly Anui-El is (was?) one of the diety in my favorite game The Elder Scroll V : Skyrim. He is the father of Auri-El (Akatosh?). So yeah play Skyrim.

Ang-El
Ang-El is obviously the play of word "angel". Now, the original meaning of word "angel" doesn't hold any meaningful relation to El even though angel is the servant of El both in the story and real life Holy Bible (maybe?). Angel came from the greek word "angelos" which means "messanger" which is translation of hebrew word "malakh". So lets say in this story that Ang-El means well "Messanger of El" (please? i can use Abdi-El instead but it doesn't have the same punch so not as cool).

El-Shaddoll.
This is obviously a play word from the name of god " El Shaddai", or was it (yes it is). It is actually name taken from a (children?) card game yu-gi-oh (which got its own anime, yes im a weabs) which i used to play. In fact El-Shaddoll was my favorite archetype. anyway, El Shaddai usually translate to "god almighty" and El-Shaddoll is a play of El Shaddai and doll. Doll is a thing which has to be controlled by something in order to move so El-Shaddoll can mean "god almighty that controls everything" (yes it is ridiculous).

CONCEPT.
___.
The mark of the beginning of which even nothingness didn't exist. The "___" are made up from 3 letters of "_" which signifies cycle of life and death that is The Creation, The Preservation and The Destruction. This concepts borrows from hinduism concept of trimurti in ehich Brahma, Vishnu, and Syiva mirror this concept of beginning as it foretold the future.

The Being.
In the story, there was a being who created nothingness out of ___ but disappear afterward. This unammed and unknown being  is the godhead of the story or basically the author of this Bible which is me (this foretold what i'm about to do to this book. ha i'm joking. am i?).

The Lands and 70.
This is an interesting thing taken from the real life Holy Bible. In the book of deuteronomy 32:8 tells a strange story of Most High (El Elyon) dividing mankind into 70 nations and giving each land to each of his children which is the gods? (wait what?) which is a bizzare story found in monotheistic setting of the Holy Bible. So weird in fact that some translation just straight up weird and confusing.

The Name and The Gift of El.
The Name in the story refers to the name "Anu". In this universe, name is imbued with power or magic behind it (In fact there will be a story (no spoiler please!!) about a man who forcefullu gather names for himself). The Name or Anu is the most powerful name ever existed that even El is afraid of using it. The Gift of El of course refer to Anu's (damnit) gift to El which is his Name.

The Oath.
Holy or un-Holy oath or just any oath in this world or specifically the Land of El is damning for its breaker as punishment is severe and will be discussed in further chapter.

The Holy Bible of El-Ven is collection of story from a fantasy world El-Den telling its creation, gods and people. The book is written with inspiration from The Old Testament in a more fantasy point of view. 

This book is not meant to mock any religion as the writer is religious himself, it is however to provide enjoyable experience or just for fun. This book is written in a style thar the people of the story are supposed to be the one authoring the book not the writer.


Author's Note:
This is the first time i wrote a book and i am not an english speaker but i enjoyed reading english materials and decided to write myself.
In this book the reader will find author's note littered within the book to give the reader help on understanding the story, its interpretation and interesting bits.



Warning : This story is fiction and the likeliness of character and name in this story in relation of real life is coincidence or satirically deliberate.

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