i was tired of waiting for a translation to spiderman new x by Autoraleatorio here is a english version

{Angela's POV}

I kinda like this side of him but he needs to control himself. I stood up and punched Issei in the face and rushed to Deviel side.
"Hush hush calm down. I am fine. Everything's fine , darling."
He stared at me for a few seconds and I saw his look melting away. Ever since we activated his powers he had emotional problems. Sometimes even break downs. 
This one time when I talked to a friend of mine , Envy activated. He tried to calm down but in the end he cried. In the end I took him to his room to calm him down.
He hugged me for a second and we went back to the couch.

{Deviel's POV}

That was close. I nearly killed him there. That would've been a war declaration to the four maou. 
"Uhmm , I am sorry. I lost control over myself." I said while smiling.
I saw how most of the girls in this room started to blush after that and I decided to stop.
"It's an honour to meet the heirs of the Gremory and Sitri Family."
Their faces turn cold after hearing that.
"How do you know that?" asked Rias.
Sona also had a questioning look while every other person kept staring at me.
"I should at least know the families of two of the four maou , right?"
"Who are you and what do you want?" asked Sona.
Everyone suited themselves for the possibility of a fight. Not like they'll survive fighting me.
"Like I introduced ourselves. Deviel Light and Angela Darkness. We decided to settle down here and go to school. Of course we knew it was your territory. But you should take care of it more. Stray devils , stray exorcist and fallen angel all swarm around this town. And that's our offer."
"What do you mean?" Rias looked at us confused.
"You'll allow us to stay here and know about our existence. And we'll take care of the garbage in this town. Not like we did it for more than two months. But of course you're not allowed to talk about us to anyone from the supernatural world."
I hold out my hand. She hesitated for a second and looked to Sona. Sona thought about it and nodded in aggreement. Rias took my hand and a blue flame engulfed our hands.
"What was that if i might ask?" 
"Devil's pact. If you break it you'll die." I smiled brightly. But to everyone of them it looked like a Devil's smile. They even forgot that they were Devils themselves for a second.
We stood up and walked towards the door. Angela casted a heal spell on the surrounding and healed the unconcious Issei and Saji and the holes in the wall.
"We thank you for coming to an aggreement. We will take our leave now."


{Timeskip}

After we walked out of the room she punched me which created a hole in my abdomen. It quickly regenerated.
"Stupid , for the next few days you will train to control your emotions. Before you start declaring war against everyone. Didn't we decide to lay low for now till we are strong enough to take on even the whole world." Sh shouted at me.
"I am sorry , dear." I felt tears in my eyes.
She hugged me and teleported back to our house. We went out and hunted down all of the stray devils we could find. That sure was a feast for me.

{Timeskip}

A few weeks went by. We slowly got accustomed to the daily plan and started training even harder. I had my basic emotion under control now so that I won't break down in front of anyone. I also discovered a few things about hers and my magic.
Our magic could be called living magic. It's like a living being growing stronger while being in our absolute control. I can also create physical things with my magic. I created a katana  and gave it a part of my soul. I called it Nodo no Kawaki , because I used the bloodthirsty part of my soul.
(AN: I tried using romaji (Japanese in our letters) . It should mean Bloodthirst or a translation near it. Should I keep using romaji or should I use the English word for it ?)
While I used my bloodthirsty part , Angela used her which made her a king. A being able to rule over everything. She infused it with her staff ( btw. it looks like the staff of Palutena if you want to know). She named it Seifuku-sha.
If you asked from where I got that idea. It was something of my past life , it just popped into my head. I couldn't remember much about it but sometimes random and helpful ideas pop in my head and memories randomly appear. I feel like someone has their hands in this case but I just thank this being for being (no pun intended) helpful.

Like you guessed not much happened beside the normal story. I took care of all the stray devils. Issei broke off Rias marriage. We were there. Uninvited. We watched through a window on top of the building. It was fun watching that {insert EVERY known insult} beaten by Issei.
I also used my free-time after training everyday to research everything about Evil pieces. I clearly understood that Evil pieces are too weak and have many faults in it. First , you can't revive a too strong or godly being with it. Second , they can hurt and kill their own king. This is also the reason why there are so many stray devils. Not that I complain , their souls are important to me.

{Random point of time}

{3rd Person}
"I DID IT!!!!!" a scream was heard through out the whole house. It was in the middle of the night.
 A sleepy girl in her pajamas came slowly walking downstairs. She was awake because of the loud noise disturbing her beaty sleep.
"uhmm..what is it Deviel?" she mumbled while rubbing her eyes.
"Ohh! I am sorry for waking you up but come here I must show you this." You were able to see the exitment in his eyes. She walked to him.

 On a table were 16 chess pieces. Eight pawns , two rocks , two knights , two bishop , one queen and a king piece.
"Are we going to play chess?" She asked quietly. She was still sleepy after forcefully waking up in the night. 
"Stop joking. I made a breakthrough when I saw Rias Evil piece. They were made with a catalyst which was the cristal to infuse them with magic which are giving
 them their power. And that's why I made vessels to infuse our magic." he said proudly.

Now the girl was fully awake and they hugged each other.
"Wait. We can do that later. Let's start creating our own."
He came up with this ideas after trying to learn more about their magic. Light and darkness. Holy and demonic. They shouldn't be able to exist together but Deviel Light and Angela Darkness were able to fuse their magic. He called it origin. 
Because when there is no darkness there can't be any light. And if there is no light there in no light.
He told her when he named it this and said. Light is the origin of life and darkness will always be together with light.

They sat in front of the pieces and a black aura and white aura emitted from their bodies. Soon the aura was sucked in the pieces and they changed colours. It was a like if you put ink in a cup of water.
"WE DID IT!" they screamed out but then collapsed on the ground because of several reason.
The man was exhausted because he was awake for several weeks skipping sleep to researcha bout evil pieces and the woman was just sleepy.

{Timeskip}

{Deviel's POV}

Oh shit . Oh shit 
"Angela wake up we are going to be late!"
I said while waking her up. She turned to me and gave me a hug. She wispered in my ear.
"Don't wanna " and fell asleep instantly.
I sighed. I already learned that when she wants to do something it won't be easy to get it out of her head. I used magic and changed my clothes and hers to the Kuoh uniform.
I put her on my shoulder and ran out of our house with so much speed that it won't reveal my identity.
Well when they knew I would be wearing restrainers and weight of 200 kg while carrying a teenage girl with one arm , most people would probably freak out.

{Timeskip}

Thank higher being who is not the biblical god , that school is over. It's boring if you already know everything. We nearly came late. I bursted with Angela on my shoulder one second before class starts. I also was half asleep mid class. But the teacher had such a funny face when Angela answered his question while sleeping.

"So what do we do now?" Angela asked. 
"We're going to use these pieces , my queen." I said while smirking at her.
"I am not your queen yet " she said with a smile. "So how do we use them?"
"I think if I hold them in front of the person and infuse them with my magic they should be absorbed. They should have the same effect like normal evil pieces but several times stronger." I explained to her.
I did as I said and hold the king piece in front of me. When it was absorbed Angela expression wided and summoned Seifuku-sha and placed a barrier around the whole room. Suddenly a dark miasma coming from my body filled the whole room and Angela's barrier started cracking.
"Tsk." she clicked her tongue and created multiple barriers to hold back this power.
Five minutes passed. All barriers have already cracked and she used everything she have and created a barrier around the house. Everything beside the light emitting from her was pitch-black.

It felt like a tornado was released sucking all of the black stuff in my body. Everything started to get clearer and I could see Angela falling to the ground because of exhaustion.
"Hup" I catched her quickly and used magic to restore hers.
"What just happened?" she questioned me.
"I guess I overdid it while making them." I said while laughing. "When absorbing into the body they will fuse with us. I never knew how Ajuka made them that they increased someone's power and make them a devil. Ours will fuse with our heart and will work as a power increaser. If a human is given this it will unlock everything to them and they will have the same strength like someone worthy to be in our peerage."
"You did a good job." she said. "So what is the strength multiplier of the pieces."
"Well for king and queen somewhere around 2000 and for the rest of the pieces somewhere around 1000."
She just stared at me. She had this expression like she was looking at a child who just painted their house's wall in rainbow colours.
"I said I overdid it." I said.
"Whatever , I don't care anymore."

Now we did the same process with the queen piece. This time I had to make the barrier and I realised how hard it actually is. Our powers are probably on par with each other. Well , I had a few ideas for our comrades. I opened my phone and noted it.

New goals in this life:
-form a super op peerage
-kick all the factions in the butt
-taking over this universe
-taking over other universe

(AN: does anyone know from where I got this)

An Otaku is reborn. He died a cliché death but he is more than happy that god allows him to be born in the world of HighSchool DxD.
And now the world is going to bow before him.

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Disclaimer:
This story won't be heavy Harem (just a bit) focus.
I do not own any stories, worlds or mentioned characters in this Fanfic. The owner are the respective authors of the original.

Translator corner
(Cast: An English Clown and a French Pierrot) 
Clown: You are depressed again, Pierrot.
Pierrot: Such is my face. But I must admit, there is a point I find most disagreeable.
Clown: What exactly?
Pierrot: The way I cannot tell Japanese words and onomatopoeia from English ones.
Clown: I see, I see. In that case, I will italicize all Japanese onomatopoeia and romaji words from now on.
Pierrot: Please do.
Clown: But speaking of translating, I feel that the previous chapter post was far too boring this way.
Pierrot: How exactly?
Clown: Just typing a translation without a hint of individuality! Passion!
Pierrot: Well, Satoru-dono did just pass on, after all.
Clown: Rather than passing on, he passed over… and not pass on, passion!
Pierrot: Oh. In that case, tell them a joke.
Clown: Very well. Which circus performer can see in the dark? … the Acro-bat!
Pierrot: Speaking of the dark
 
 
Let's Find Out What I Can Do
 
It's dark.
The darkness envelopes all, preventing me from seeing any shape or figure.
Where am I? Besides, what had happened?
Wasn't there someone making fun of me, calling me a… sage?… no, a great sage.
 
With that thought, I regained consciousness.
My name is Mikami Satoru. A 37 year old, nice guy.
While saving my kouhai[1] from a some street slasher, I got stabbed instead.
Alright~, remembered. I'm okay. No time for panic.
And really, could a cool guy like me even panic? Hah. That's as likely as a grade school kid shi**ing his pants.
When I tried to look around, I finally noticed. I can't open my eyes.
That problem aside, when I attempted to touch my head… I noticed my arms don't respond. And even more perplexing is the fact that I cannot tell where my head is.
Alright, time to panic.
Oi, oi, give me a sec here.
Just an hour please, let me catch my breath. They say that you should count prime numbers at a time like this, no?
1, 2, 3, Daaaaa!!!
Wrong! That's not right. One is not a prime number, is it?
No no, who cares about that.
No time for this foolishness. I mean, aren't I in trouble?
Are~? Hey, what the heck happened?
Maybe… I mean what if it is too late to even consider panicking?
Gathering my thoughts, I confirmed that I am in no way in pain.
No pain. Feeling pretty good.
Neither hot nor cold. Actually, a really comfortable atmosphere they've got here.
I can relax a bit thanks to that.
Next, let's check the limbs. Forget about them fingertips, I can't even move a muscle…
How could that be?
It's not like one can lose their arms and legs from being stabbed… so what happened?
And still, I cannot open my eyes.
Without seeing anything, I am in utter darkness.
Dread and unease slowly creep their way into my heart.
Could this… be what they call a vegetative state?
Consciousness separated from nerve endings–immobile… is this what it is?
No, no, no, no! Please don't let that be true!
Just when I thought I was saved… vegetative state? What could be worse? Even losing a half of my body would be preferable!
And yeah, both outcomes would be terrible. But to be alone in this darkness, without any senses… isn't that just hell?
Having imagined the worst scenario, panic has quickly turned into despair.
I want to think it over.
They say that when people are confined in darkness, they quickly go mad. I happen to be in that state right now, and cannot even kill myself.
Rather than despairing, the only thing I can do is go insane, huh?
And then,
 
*Touch*
 
There was a sense of touch.
Hmm? What is…
All my senses were focused on feeling that sensation
With a horizontal stroke across my belly (?), I felt something akin to grass.
Focusing my entire consciousness on that area, I slowly began to make out the shape of my body. And by the way, the grass's tip felt prickly against my body.
It kind of made me happy.
Yet, I'm still in complete darkness. And although I regained only one of the five senses, I could finally feel again.
Amused, I decided to try to head towards that grass.
 
*Zururi[2]*
 
I could feel my body move.
It… moved?!
At that time, I was pretty certain that I was not on top of a hospital bed. Under my belly (?) I could feel some hard – rock, maybe.
I see… though I don't really get it, I am not in a hospital.
Moreover, my eyes still can't see.
Can't hear anything either, but it could be just that I've gone deaf.
Although I don't know if i am facing it or not – I can't feel my head, after all – I'll head towards the grass. I'll learn about myself through contact.
No scent in the air either. Could it be? Did I also lose the sense of smell?
And seriously, I just can't understand the shape of my body.
I really don't want to accept it, but it seems sleek, jelly like–the kind that is really famous in RPGs–the appearance of that kind of monster.
I have been entertaining that possibility in the back of my head for a while now.
No, no… there's no way. I mean, no matter how… it just can't be.
For the time being, let's set those fears aside.
Thus, I decided to try the last of the five human senses that I've ignored up until now.
But… I don't even know where my mouth is. What to do…?
 
"Activate Unique Skill『Predator』? YES/NO"
 
Suddenly, there was a voice in the back of my head.
Wha… what was that?
Unique Skill『Predator』…?
And… what was that voice?
I thought I heard a strange voice while talking to Tamura before, but I guess I wasn't just hearing things, huh…
Is someone there? Yet, somehow that doesn't fit. More than someone being here… it's more like words appearing in my mind.
The voice lacks intent; like the voice that would come from a computer, calling it synthesized would perhaps be most accurate.
 
For now… [NO!] is my response.
I am Japanese who can say no, after all.
Bringing up the words [NO] in my mind, I wait for a response. Yet it did not come. I waited for a bit, but felt no voice.
Seems like I won't be getting a second question. Did I choose wrongly? Could this be a game that ends when I don't choose [YES]?
I thought that it would be the same as in an RPG–the same question repeating until I chose [YES]… I guess I was wrong.
Asking a question and then leaving… what a rude guy.
Though I have to admit, hearing a voice did make me slightly happy.
I slightly regretted the decision.
 
Well, nothing can be done now.
I guess I'll go back to trying to taste something.
I moved my body towards that piece of grass. While verifying my sense of touch, I leaned my body on the piece of grass.
I envelop the object with my body to confirm what it is… and I was right–it is, in fact, grass.
While touching the grass, the piece that was in contact with my body melted. And while I was worried that my body had melted, it seems to have been the grass only.
And thus, I understood that by melting the grass it was incorporated into my body.
It seems, the grass melted because it entered my body. In other words, rather than enveloping it, I seem to have swallowed it.
And by the way… it had no taste.
 
This is, in other words, that kind of thing.
I'm not a human.
That is, I seem to have died from that stab wound, right?
And that was not a question, I am completely certain of this fact. And thus, rather than a hospital bed, I can confidently say that I am at some rocky place where grass grows.
What happened to Tamura?
And Sawatari-san?
Has my PC been properly disposed of?
Some suspicions still remain. But, fretting over this won't achieve anything at this point. I have to decide what to do next.
Actually, wait a moment.
The me right now, is anything happening to me? And by the way, that earlier sensation…
I once again directed my consciousness to myself.
 
*Puyon. Puyon[3]*
 
My body moves with rhythmic motion.
In that pitch black darkness, I spent some time to figure out my appearance.
And…
 
What a discovery!
I used to be simply handsome, but now I have this sleek and sophisticated body style!
Bah, are you an idiot! Don't accept it~!!!
From all that I have gathered about my body, only that description seems appropriate.
No no, you know, that description.
I don't hate it, right? Yeah. Some could even call it cute, after all.
But well…  If you were asked "Would you want to become one?", I'd say 90 percent of people would reply the same way.
However, all I can do is accept this situation.
 
It seems that I have reincarnated as a slime.
 
 
 
 
 
*Mosha mosha[4]*
*Mosha mosha mosha*
I am eating grass.
Why? It's obvious!
I. HAVE. NOTHING. TO. DO!
 
Since I have accepted, albeit grudgingly, the fact that I became a slime, a day has passed.
The first concern on my mind was, of course, food.
I first tried to see if this slime body can feel hunger. For that purpose, I first checked my surroundings and found a place where grass seemed to be abundant.
On that note, I need to point out that the first grass was right by my side. When needed, I could eat it, and it's sap seems to be usable in its own way. Being stuck in this complete darkness, I am very lucky to have had it so close. Even basic motion could result in death, after all.
And so, let's experiment.
After counting fifty thousand sheep, I got bored.
I tried to see if I would fall asleep, but don't feel even a little bit tired.
I tried counting prime numbers, but didn't know the next one, so I gave up.
Shiritori[5] by oneself is also pointless… is there a way to kill time by yourself?
If there was Internet, I could waste my time away endlessly; cellphone games would also do. But this… this is torture.
Meditating like an ascetic monk is impossible for an amateur like me.
One thing I am still uncertain about: where any animals run around here.
There have been no signs of them until now.
Well, having no sight, hearing, or smell I can't say there have been none close by until now, but I haven't been attacked by one until now, at least.
Thanks to that, without fearing for my life, I am leisurely living.
That is the conclusion I reached after heroically suffering this (mental) agony.
 
I do not feel hunger. Nor do I need sleep.
 
Seriously, my stomach neither craved food nor did I ever desire sleep.
As to how many days had passed–I could not tell in this darkness.
Nor have I heard that strange voice again. If I had, I wouldn't mind playing along now.
Thus, since I have nothing to do… I am eating grass.
Since I have no other way to kill time, I am quietly munching on some grass.
Now, I've accumulated and dissolved so much grass in my body that I can sense it.
If you asked what purpose that served, I would confidently respond: none.
I am just afraid that if I don't do something, I'll go crazy.
I've gotten used to the routine around here. First [Absorb], then [Disassemble], end with [Store], and then repeat.
And that's where I found a point to investigate.
Lacking an appetite brings forth another question: what about excretion? Clearly food is unnecessary for this body, but what about excretion?
The answer was… it's unnecessary!
I have yet to excrete anything after all this time.
Being a slime and all it is not unexpected for this things to be unnecessary, but, in that case, what is this [Store] thing all about?
From what I've noticed, I haven't been changing in any way.
But in that case, what happens with what I eat?
 
"Solution. It is stored in the stomach associated with Unique Skill『Predator』. At this moment, less than 1% is occupied."
 
What? A responseーーー!
But, since when have I been using that skill? I've selected [NO], after all…
 
"Solution. Unique Skill 『Predator』has not been activated. Substances entering into the body are automatically stored. This function is modifiable."
 
Huh… The responses are much more smoother now. Not that it's important.
About the skill, what will happen if I use it?
 
"Solution. The effects of Unique Skill『Predator』are…
 
Predation: To absorb the target into the body. However, if the target is conscious, the success rate greatly decreases. The affected targets include organic matter, inorganic matter, skills, and magic.
 
Analysis: The absorbed target is studied and analyzed. Craftable items can then be produced. Should many items gather, a duplicate can be produced. In the case of successful skill or magic analysis, the same technique can be acquired.
 
Stomach: The target can be stored. Items produced can also be stored. There is no storage time limit.
 
Mimicry: Replicate the target's appearance. The skills and abilities used by the target can also be used. However, this depends on the successful analysis and acquisition of relative information regarding the target.
 
Isolation: Materials harmful or unnecessary for analysis can also be stored. They will be used to replace magic energy.
 
 
These five points are your power"
 
Eh…? EH?
It's been a while since I last trembled with excitement. Somehow, I just heard of some incredible power…Such an amazing ability has never been held by a slime before.
Wait, before that.
The voice that hears my questions, what is this? Is there someone there.
 
"Solution. This is an effect of the Unique Skill『Great Sage』. For the sake of quickly utilizing your skills, a response function has been added"
 
Great sage, huh… A title I thought was given out to spite me. To think it would be so reliable now. From now on, I'll depend on it more.
That being said, this is a pretty good situation.
This could be the end to this isolation I thought eternal.
Perhaps this "Voice" is only an auditory hallucination I made myself. Well, that would be fine in its own way.
And thus, since a long time ago, my heart has felt at ease.





Status
Name: Mikami Satoru
Race: Slime
Title: None
Magic: None
Abilities:  Unique Skill『Great Sage』
                 Unique Skill『Predator』
                 Slime Natural Skill『Dissolve, Absorption, Self Regeneration』
Resistances:  Thermal Fluctuation Resistance EX
                        Physical Attack Resistance
                        Pain Nullification
                        Electricity Resistance
                        Paralysis Resistance

A man is stabbed by a robber on the run after pushing his coworker and his coworker’s new fiance out of the way. As he lays dying, bleeding on the ground, he hears a voice. This voice is strange and interprets his dying regret of being a virgin by giving him the [Great Sage] unique skill! Is he being made fun of ?!

"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?

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.
...



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.
..................
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!

In the world of Ashteroth, there are Eight Kingdoms situated in the eight directions and Central Kingdom the principal ruler of them all. Each have different aspects of life and physical appearance.

In the Southeast Direction which is commonly known as SE, the inhabitants are called ASSIANIAN who possesses unique hair colors who are half-human and animal.

And the North Direction which is commonly known as N is occupied by ELISEAN people who possesses fair skin with either yellow, brown or red hair.

_______

The man has an appearance of early twenties with a reddish orange-coloured hair. He wore medieval clothes: black long sleeve tunic, red surcoat, a black trouser and a grey over-knee boots.

***

Later, the man stayed as he was. Waking up with shackles on his wrists, he felt uneasy as he slowly opens his eyes. He saw Belladonna sitting sharpening a knife with such refined manner and the first thought that came to his mind is that, ~I cannot beareth to witness such quite quaint lotus blossoming with such elegance, holding something dang'rous, and th're's eke an insuppressive creature beside h'r~ (Shakespearean English) 
{translation: I cannot bear to witness such beautiful Lotus blossoming with such elegance, holding something dangerous, and there's an indomitable creature beside her?}  

then he groaned wherein Belladonna immediately responded to him, "Finally, two hours of waiting!"


Charlemagne snarled at him, "No worries Char, it's fine." Belladonna's voice calmed him down immediately.

The man tries to stand up but it seems that his body is still numb.

"Don't try to get up because your body just recovered from the paralysis."

Belladonna walked to him, crouched a little bit, putting her palms on her knee, "I apologise for not sitting you up but how do you feel? Can you speak now?"

The man bewildered of her language, he looked up. Upon seeing her blue hair, he thought, ~ What's a Southeast'rn doing h're?~ {translation: What's a Southeastern doing here?}

as he spoke out loud with his language, ["Who is't art thee?"] with a hoarse voice.{translation: Who are you?}

Belladonna frowned at him hearing that he talks in another language and a little weird at that, she thought, ~Wait! What was this language again?~

(You could say this man speaks English and Belladonna speaks Japanese)

She thought,~Hmm, that's weird. I learned all languages I think, but when he spoke, I only understood 'Who'. Whatever! I'll just try to speak ELISEAN since he has red hair.~

Trying to speak the same language as him, she stuttered, ["Wha-what do you mean? You were the one who att-attacked me!"] with poised tone of voice.

The man glanced at her with a doubt in his mind as he tries to lift his body to sit up.

He leaned on one of the tree. He replied, "I knoweth not what thou art talking about mistress, I only rememb'r I wast in the barracks then suddenly i just hath fallen unconscious." as he was replaying the scene on his mind. He spoke surely and slowly as to let the girl understand him.
{translation: I don't know what you are talking about lady, I only remember I was in the barracks then suddenly I just fell unconscious.}

~So he does speak ELISEAN!But he's talking weirdly...I don't understand some words but I think I get the gist of it.~ She thought.

(From now on, Belladonna will speak the ELISEAN Language)

Belladonna got ahold of her stuttering and finally can speak the language fluently. 

"Tell me! Where did you hide the girl that was on the cabin?!" with personality of being refined, she asks him sincerely and gracefully.

"So thee can speaketh our language fluently?" asked he with a smirk on his pale, dry lips.
{translation: So you can speak our language fluently?}

Belladonna smiled at him with sincere eyes but the man sees her with dazzling, angelic smile that spiked his heart like an electric shock warming all over his body. 

He felt like she was not lying which he thought that what happened to him was a little weird too, "I has't nay inf'rmation of this wench thou art asking me about , but if 't be true th're is aught i couldst holp thee with, prithee doth bid me.  I shalt beest thy h'ro yond cometh through aught with thee all the way anywh're, mine own princess..."
{translation:I have no information of this girl you are asking me about , but if there is anything I could help you with, please do tell me.  I shall be your hero that comes through anything with you all the way anywhere, my Princess!}

Ignoring his remark. She thought, ~So this man really doesn't know anything.~ 

The obedience spell paper works as though nothing's wrong with them that they just act normally.

"Tell me where I can find your master then, Mister." Belladonna grinned as though she is plotting something.

All three of them started on their journey without delay.

The man seemed to have recovered in a short period of time so he's walking steadily and taking Belladonna to his master unaware that he is under a spell.

As they were walking on the clear trail, the man paused and asked, "By the way mine own princess, I knoweth wh're mine own mast'r is but I doth not knoweth how to receiveth out of this f'rest!" as he gaze at Belladonna.
{translation:By the way my Princess, I know where my Master is but I do not know how to get out of this Forest!}

Belladonna looked at him with her eyebrows raised and eyes wide open, "Umm, that's bad because I don't know where the exit is."

"What?!" said he with disbelief painted upon his attractive, cute face, he added, "thee not liveth h're, mine own princess?"
{translation:don't you live here, my Princess?}

"Yes! I do live here but I...I mean I know everything about this Forest but I never went beyond this Forest." she stated soft-spokenly.

The man just stared at her all dazed confused of her statement.

Continuously walking, there was a certain quietness that occurred between the three; the spring wind with the smell of the soft, sweet, floral and green scent chilled Belladonna.

"That was cold!"Belladonna said as she rubbed her palms on her arms.

The man gaze at her and asked, "I apologise f'r I only has't a surcoat! If 't be true I has't anoth'r coat I wouldst has't given t to thee!Your not hath used to how bitter cold t is h're, mine own princess?"
{translation:I apologise for I only have a surcoat! If I have another coat I would have given it to you!Your not used to how cold it is here, my Princess?}

"Thank you but its okay... I've never come to this part of the mountain so I think we've passed the barrier that's why the weather is so different here."

The man finds himself lost of their conversation. Dazed upon her once again confusing statement, he thought, ~What doest the lady cullionly by barri'r? we didn't passeth any barri'r?~
{translation:What does she mean by barrier? We didn't pass any barrier?}

For he only knows the barriers: barricade, wall fence.

Without asking her of what she meant showing manliness and pride for the lady's approval,  "Yond windeth is nothing did compare to the Wint'r windeth!" he frankly assured with a half-smile.
{translation:That wind is nothing compared to the Winter wind!}

"Winter wind?! Wow, I want to see how winter looks like!" Her smile melted his wall away when she shared the most captivating smile and excitement.

The man stood still dumbfounded upon hearing the lady's reply.

'Just who is this guy?'

(Note: I got the translations from https://lingojam.com/EnglishtoShakespearean)

"You are an evil!" an elevated voice has been hunting Belladonna's dreams for years. 

Being hidden away in the forest unable to see what the world looks like, Belladonna obediently trained alongside her father with the desire to protect the Fox Princess. However, it was only a facade her father fed her to make her stronger. Everything was going so well, until that fateful day that changed her life completely. An incident occurred which she had to leave the mountain.She'll find herself in a world different from what she imagined, a world filled with sorrow and pain.

...She is haunted...

...believed to be evil...

...an abomination...

...and horrifyingly wicked...

Unraveling her true identity is not the only challenge she will face but also...

"This is an order!!!" 

...encountering Rue whose said to be a Noble; and a veritable Casanova. Belladonna will accidentally cast a master-servant spell with him which inevitably force her to travel alongside this man who has his own quest; underneath the serenity and order of this land is an undercurrent threat that will perish everything into nothing.



[Note:The auxiliary chapters shows the definitions of every chapter's unfamiliar words]

It took them great effort to finally understand Anthony's awkward phrasing, as the translation produced by mobile software were grammatically incorrect…
In the sewers, they exchanged a startled look. It was their first time hearing that CTALI was applicable in underground transport as well… Are you dead broke? You must be, right?!
Deep sea white sand was nothing ordinary, and every earth-type Metahuman would die to obtain it. But why had it become a caption tool in this pro's hands…
Usually, the various organizations would treat each other with courtesy, as the top survival strategy in this era was to have fewer enemies and focus more on strengthening one's own power. But now, they had run into an unreasonable yet invincible rival. Who could they find for help?
At first, Lu Xiaoyu was annoyed that someone wanted to peek on them inside their safe house. But he thoughts had changed. Now she only wanted to rob them…
Although Lu Shu had given her enough pocket money and even his debit card was with her, she felt guilty for spending Lu Shu's hard-earned cash. When they went shopping, she would still pick cheaper products.
Lu Shu labored arduously day after day, so how could she squander it away? Lu Xiaoyu had decided that she would earn money herself!
Moreover, she had always wanted to treat Lu Shu to a meal and had cast her eyes on a supreme buffet in Luo City priced at 300 yuan each.
However, how could she treat him with his money? Unwilling to do so, she had started to make money on her own…
While Anthony was counting the money, Lu Xiaoyu was elated in her room. No wonder Lu Shu was so fond of making money, as the happiness attached was so profound… 
With so many different currencies, she had to get them exchanged at the bank. But Lu Xiaoyu was not in a rush.
The line of Metahumans were beginning to have doubts about their lives when the pro began counting money like a kid. It was probably the Class B with the most unique personality that they had ever met…
Just how poor are you?!
The expert's mysterious image had fallen flat in their mind…
Despite coming from various countries, English was a universally understood language for most Practitioners. After all, unlike Lu Xiaoyu who had spent most of her time in China, proficiency in English was a necessary skill for those risking their lives on the international arena.
Meanwhile, the deep sea white sand had rearranged into another line of software-translation-styled English. "I will give you something in exchange." 
Instantly, everyone held their breaths in surprise. Was the pro suddenly being generous and intended on teaching them some earth-type secret skills? Or was it a recipe to Class B?
If not, it would be good to simply leave a positive impression so that the pro might provide some protection in the remains. In that case, they would be much safer, as there were a total of only eleven Class B experts in all of Pattaya.
Everyone looked at Anthony expectantly, but the latter remained still for a long moment. After pondering for up to two minutes and one minute for the translation tool to finish its job, another line appeared. "Since you are entering the remains soon…"
Everyone lit up, as expected, the pro was about to…
But before they could jump in joy, the sand had rearranged. "then i will grant you 365 wishes."
What bloody 365 wishes?! They felt insulted intellectually…
The thing was, how many days would they spend in the remains? 365 wishes were totally more than enough…
At the same time, Lu Shu was still looking closely at his background panel in an attempt to make some deductions about the real-time situations based on the fluctuation in distress points. Just when there was a hint at calming down, another surge appeared, which brought Lu Shu into reflection again…
Then, he finally realized something was off. Turning to Lu Xiaoyu's room, he demanded, "Where is Anthony? Did you let him out for a fight?!"
Lu Xiaoyu's smiling eyes squeezed into two little crescents, "Don't worry. Everything is under control!"
Lu Shu, "…"
An awful hunch reminded Lu Shu that the entire city went into upheaval the last time Lu Xiaoyu said so…
At this moment, Anthony rose from the surface, with a handful of change in his hands, including Korean Won, Japanese Yen, US Dollars and Euros…
Lu Shu drew a startled breath, "How many people did you rob? What are you up to!?"
"To treat you to a meal," Lu Xiaoyu said as though it was only natural, "I heard there's a new buffet restaurant with high ratings. This is my own money!"
Lu Shu mused for a long while, suddenly understanding Lu Xiaoyu's intentions. Meanwhile, he never cared about where the money was from…
He smiled, "Then we must have something superlative."
"Of course!" Lu Xiaoyu was happy to finally have the ability to earn money on her own. Although she did not do it lawfully, it was her private savings after all.
Ever since they embarked on the journey of revenge, both of them had experienced certain changes in their personality. To put it more accurately, it was more of a liberation than change.
...
In the end, Li Yixiao could not sell all their magical stones. Not because of the language barrier, though, but he was unhappy about the local price range. In China, the market price for a stone would be stabilized at around 120,000 yuan. But here, taking currency exchange rates into consideration, it was only 80,000 yuan each. Thus, Li Yixiao decided to hold onto his stones after selling only one.
Instead of returning to the market, Lu Shu immediately phoned the old man. After careful consideration, he made up his mind to resell his stones and the eleven petals through the Golden Foundation. Although particularly valuable, they were useless in his hands.
Thus, Lu Shu would rather exchange it for practical combat effectiveness.
The old man did not question him about the origin of his resources, nor his plan. Lu Shu only asked to trade his twenty-five magical stones and eleven petals for forty-five ragged magical weapons, as food for his divine water.
Thoroughly disappointed in his purple golden gourd, Lu Shu had no alternatives but to redirect his attention to the golden divine water. After a day's research, he realized the item might possibly be one of the three legendary divine waters.
Nonetheless, the golden divine water in history only fed on flesh and bones and was never recorded to have means to grow. But Lu Shu's water was like sulfuric acid with the ability to devour magical weapons. Maybe we should call it divine water for now.
Lu Shu had tried to touch the water himself. Interestingly, he would not be corroded, which meant more functions were available.
Despite the supreme attacking power of Corpsedog and Concealed Arrow among Class C flying daggers, Lu Shu was in need of presentable defense tools. Though powerful, his celestial cloak was never meant to be shown.
Then, a question struck him. At a time when other Class C's made use of their elemental armor and Anthony with his condensed armor made of deep sea white sand, he could use some help from his divine water!
With the golden divine water outside, coating the celestial cloak inside, his defense abilities would be greatly boosted!
Truth be told, Lu Shu was indeed envious of Li Yixiao's tough-skinned and unkillable Tiger Fist…
As the saying went, everything comes to he who has money…


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

"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.

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