Sorry if you dont like it, its my first short story. Anyway enjoy

A bunch of short stories for/not for the heart

_Some end Happy
_Some end sad

~I would have made it so each title could be it's own book; but that would be to many 1 chapter books so I will squish them all on here, Like I said before. I ONLY WRITE SHORT STORIES: THEREFORE EACH CHAPTER WILL BE A DIFFERENT STORY WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE. EACH TITLE WILL BE A NEW STORY. A STORY WITH MORE THEN ONE CHAPTER WILL HAVE NUMBERS IN PARENTHESIS AFTER THE TITLE.

There is no specific update day - I update when I wanna. Each story may/may not have a plot. 

*Target: Everyone
*Genre: A bunch of diffrent types/ Mostly Romance Fiction


<3~If I get enough comments that I should actually write a full chapter book then I just might.

A compilation of chapter long stories of different genres to read when you want a small adventure!!!

Park Jongil and Cha Insoo were proud of themselves as the new recruits enviously looked up to them, they now spent a lot of time training the new recruits who came to the new land with dreams. In their eyes, the two were pioneers who came to the unknown land first and made it far. Especially Jongil who shared his exaggerated stories here starting from becoming a militia instructor. He did not say anything about the CIA but when he shared the heroic story of how he risked his life traveling around the different regions of the Caucasus Mountain Range, the new recruits gave him an applause, and because of Jongil's big mouth, Youngho was also idolized by them. When he passed by the recruits, he could see their glances of respect.

Kim Ilkwon completely left the Charles farm's duty and now he settled as Youngho's personal secretary and bodyguard. Youngho was going to place him at the oil exploration field but now that he established the security company, there were plenty of other guards who could be there instead of Ilkwon.

Because Ilkwon had been an elite North Korean agent, he was a useful resource who could pretty much do any job for Youngho. He would be especially useful when Youngho travels to Volgograd or Vladivostok since Ilkwon spoke Russian fluently. Of course, Jongil and Insoo did not forget to introduce Ilkwon to the new recruits from South Korea and warned them to choose words and actions wisely in front of him since he was a North Korean defector with many cultural differences. Some of them did not like the idea that a North Korean was guarding their boss Youngho, but it was natural. Some South Koreans despised North Koreans since Korea had been divided for so long, the public considered North Korea as another unrelated nation.



***



Kim Ilkwon was awkward too whenever he encountered Korean guys since both parties had been trained to fight each other as major enemies, it was such a weird experienced for them to treat each other normally.

Following Youngho around here and there, Ilkwon frequently got spiteful glances from the security crew. Youngho did not try to stop them since he thought that there needed to be a fight or something for once to resolve their feelings and to take each other as comrades. Sometimes loud and short exchanges of fists could be the best and fastest way to make friends between guys. It was something Youngho could not force.

Kim Ilkwon, who had experienced living in the free world of Baku ahead of the Korean crew, was way mature than them. It was also because he was older than them. He did not reciprocate the young Korean crew's hatred but acted calmly. Interested by Ilkwon's reaction, Youngho asked him why he was okay.

"Boss, I've gotten such hateful glances countless times living in North Korea. It would've been even difficult for me if they received me as their comrade so easily."

Fond of every word Ilkwon said, Youngho patted his shoulder.

"Alright, if you say so. Those guys are not looking at you as an enemy. They look at you as a competitor. You've got to stay focused if you don't want to lose your position, they'll soon want to have a match with you to see who's stronger."

"I should avoid that kind of encounters, since we'll be comrades in the future. You don't need a match to know who's stronger, don't you think so?"

Ilkwon was confident. He seemed to have studied all of the opponents and concluded that he was better.

"You want to have a match with me?"

"I don't feel comfortable having a match against you. You've been through all sorts of hardships, I can't even think about that."

Ilkwon had keen eyes. Youngho also thought that it would not be easy to subdue him in a match. In fact, if he did not use the ring's power, he had no confidence in winning. Kim Ilkwon's eyes and actions were sharp like a well-maintained sword.


***


It was almost at the end of the cultivation season. Because of the warmer weather than the last summer, grapes were cultivated fifteen days earlier than usual and they were sweeter than last year. 

Although many people suffered from the high temperatures, Zeynep Farm benefited from the extreme heat. Gerhardt was in a good mood since the farm's amount of crops had exceeded the estimated amount because they had a good crop in the Charles farm. Gerhardt was the one who recommended buying the Charles farm. He had been worrying about the farm's success and since the farming seemed to be a success, he was satisfied that he did not disappoint Youngho.


***


A day before the monthly meeting at the CIA's European chapter, Michael called Youngho.

"Lee, can you bring your friend who fled from North Korea to the meeting?"

When Ilkwon first came to the farm, Youngho had already reported about Ilkwon since he was being protected in the farm where the CIA was supporting. Youngho thought that Michael did not really pay attention to Ilkwon since he was not an influential figure but now that he wanted to see him, it was strange.

"Chief, I think it's premature for him to freely travel around."

"You don't have to mind about traveling to Germany. Doesn't he have a Russian passport?"

"Yes. I got it from asking the mafias, I don't know if this will work at German airports."

"If mafias made it, they could've made it through a legal route. If there's a problem, the CIA can help him, so just bring him tomorrow."

"The mafia didn't seem to care about North Korean issues. Anyway, I'll do as you say."

"This could be a good deal for that fella, so tell him that he doesn't need to worry."

"Yes, chief. I'll see you at the chapter."

"Alright. Bye."

Youngho still felt weird after hanging up the phone.

He had heard that the CIA was gathering influential North Korean defectors. He wondered what was going on and why Ilkwon was needed. The other day, Edward, the CIA agent who was demoted and assigned to Panama in Central America, told him on the phone about the CIA's plan to form a North Korean government in exile for defectors.

Time to Time, Edward had been calling Youngho and giving him information that he could not hear from Europe, since he was thankful for Youngho helping Armenians. A government in exile. What on earth was that supposed to mean? When Korea should be united, making a government in exile for North Korean defectors meant that Korea would stay divided forever. Maybe, it might be a plan to prevent Chinese intervention after North Korea falls. The problem was that only Koreans wanted to be united and powerful nations of the world but did not want Korea to gain power by uniting the North and South.

Although the US CIA seemed to act as the world police, they ultimately moved for their own country's benefits. Youngho did not wish to expose Kim Ilkwon's existence to the CIA but because a Korean secret agent made a huge fuss out of Ilkwon's issue and made it too obvious for watchers, Youngho had no other choice than to come clean to Michael. If Youngho was the Korean agent, he would not have made it too obvious. He was concerned with what the CIA was up to regarding North and South Korea.

The next day, Kim Ilkwon, who was waiting for the flight to Frankfurt, looked stressed. He seemed to have stood overnight worrying about going to the European chapter. If it had not been Youngho whom he was serving, he would have fled from the Charles farm taking all of his family with him. Youngho also thought for long before he could tell Ilkwon that the CIA wanted him. From Ilkwon's changing facial expressions, he could see that Ilkwon is trying to suppress hard feelings because Youngho was his and his family's savior.

When Ilkwon was introduced to Youngho by the Korean secret agent, he knew that the agent must not have introduced him to anybody. He thought that Youngho was a businessman who did government's job too. He thought that it was interesting when he found out that Youngho was related to tge Navy Special Forces. However, he never expected Youngho to be related to the US CIA. Out of nowhere, Ilkwon was summoned to the CIA and he was confused and scared, Youngho was also taken aback by this situation. He would rather have Ilkwon run away overnight with his family but seeing Ilkwon driving to Zeynep Farm in the morning, he knew that Ilkwon was determined. Now it was his turn to protect him from the CIA.

"Ilkwon, I know I seem suspicious. I'm just going to share my honest heart with you."

"…"

Before the flight arrived, Youngho decided to give another chance to Ilkwon. He was worried that Ilkwon might be disadvantaged by the CIA. If the CIA asks to take Ilkwon, there was nothing he could do but to comply. If he did not, everything he had built in Baku would be taken away. It was probably better if Youngho reported that Ilkwon disappeared at the airport.

"If you don't want to come with me, you can leave now with your family. I will try to protect you as far as I can but I'm not sure if I have that much power in the organization. I know you might be blaming me but know this, my heart for you was true and I took you in as my friend and brother."

Youngho almost teared up while he said this, he hated his weakness that he could not even protect his own people. He also hated the fact that he could not reject Michael's request.

"…"

"Somehow I was connected to the CIA while I came here and struggled to survive, but I'm not a trash to sell you out. I was told that it would not be a big deal. I heard that lately, the CIA had been helping North Korean defectors to form a government in exile and maybe this is related to that but I can't guarantee that. Even if I reported that I lost you in here, it would not affect me negatively. You can decide your future now, please tell me in ten minutes."

Ilkwon pondered for some time and opened his mouth.

"Boss. No, Youngho hyung. Thank you for telling me your side of the story. If I get taken away by the CIA, could you please take care of my family?"

"You don't even need to mention that. I mean, wouldn't you do the same for me? And also, the US is a free democratic country. They're not going to force you to do something against your will, I'm just regretful that your trust for me and my friends had been broken over this."

"You don't say, Hyung. I pondered upon this many times but I'll never regret serving you. You never tried to take advantage of me but helped me out of pure compassion. Since you came as an agent of your organization, I know that you can't reject the command."

"…"

"I will keep what you just said in my heart forever. Whatever you do, you are still my brother."

If Youngho had not opened his heart to Ilkwon at the airport, Ilkwon would have had bitterness toward him for the rest of his life. As a North Korean agent, he had been trained not to trust people and not to mention, in the end, he and his whole family were also betrayed by their own country. It was important for him to know if he could trust Youngho.

"Phew, man. You impress me so much. Hey, let's think about how we could react to this in the plane."

Empire of the Ring is a Korean modern fantasy epic adventure novel that sets in the nations of the Caucasus mountain range which separates Europe and Asia. The nations of Caucasus are regions of many conflicts over territories, ethnicities, and religions. The story begins as Lee Youngho, a warm-hearted Korean merchandiser, takes a business trip to a disputed territory of the Caucasus nations to sell Korean unmanned security systems only to get misconstrued as a spy and caught by Armenian militia. Youngho eventually gets involved with the militia and CIA to help out people of the regions from conflicts and works toward a birth of a new empire in Caucasus.

This is an ongoing novel from Korea with more than 750 chapters as of today. The pace can feel a little bit slow in the beginning but as the story unfolds, you will be drawn into the world of Caucasus. If you are a modern fantasy/adventure lover, you will enjoy learning about different regions and cultures in Eurasia and Eastern Europe as Youngho travels around the places. Happy reading! 

*Disclaimer: The following contains depictions of religion and ethnic disputes. We do not support the author's views, we are only translating and editing the novel. This fictional novel is inspired by real-world people, places, and events — the author has taken these people, places, and events and embellished them as characters with conversations and backgrounds as done in fiction.

A handsome beard and thick eyebrows. The thick lips that showed a unique, upright personality. The man who appeared from the darkness was exactly the same as when I met him three years ago.

"Goryeo's First Sword?"

"I didn't know we would meet in such a place, Kim Dokja."

A constellation of the Korean Peninsula, Cheok Jungyeong was on Reincarnation Island.

***

I was indebted to Cheok Jungyeong from Dark Castle to the Demon King Selection. I swallowed down my pleasure. Cheok Jungyeong was a good constellation but his purpose here was unclear. It was time to look at the other person's purpose. It would be difficult if his purpose conflicted with me.

"I was worried because you haven't been sending any indirect messages."

"I have been refraining from broadcasting on the stream for a while."

On closer examination, Cheok Jungyeong's entire body seemed much more refined than before. Something flashed in my mind. "Did you come to the island before the start of the scenario?"

"It's been 15 years already."

15 years? At this moment, a sentence of Ways of Survival rose.

「 Reincarnation Island is located in the Dark Fault. 」

It might be three years in Earth hour but time within the Dark Fault was a few times faster. In fact, Kyrgios and the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint had also been here. At present, the time density of this island was around five times that of Earth.

"The reason you are here..."

Cheok Jungyeong shook his head. "It might be an outer god but I still wasn't able to withstand it."

There was a scene playing in my head. It was three years ago, the day when the 73rd Demon Realm was destroyed. Cheok Jungyeong lost his incarnation body while dealing with the disaster.

The prideful Cheok Jungyeong was greatly shocked that there was such an existence in the world. Thus, it was even more amazing. The other constellations had their egos crumble at the mere sight of the disaster while Cheok Jungyeong was still trying to tear down the disaster.

Perhaps this was the theme of the constellation called Goryeo's First Sword.

"I felt that I had to train again from the very basics. This island is the perfect place for such training."

Cheok Jungyeong spoke while looking at the people moving through the bushes in front. They had good mobility even in this hot and sticky forest. They were probably the forgotten people of this island.

One of them noticed my gaze and walked over. "You managed to survive. Usually, the constellations from the outside die in less than an hour. Ah, apart from that monster 'Cheok' over there."

"Thank you for your help. I am Kim Dokja."

I deliberately didn't say my modifier. Among the first generation forgotten people, there were many people who considered the modifier to be pretentious.

The man laughed as if he liked my answer. "I have long forgotten my name. That is what everyone does when they're here."

The man spoke and moved ahead. The forgotten. They were those who forgot their names after numerous reincarnations. However, they didn't really forget their names. It was just that reminiscing on the past became too painful.

An old scent was felt from the bodies of the forgotten who were opening the path. A very strong, curved and hardened story.

Lee Jihye whispered, "How are they so strong?"

It was natural to be curious. The forgotten people themselves didn't feel particularly great. Yet they used a single strike to kill the troll we struggled with.

"The quantity and quality of their stories seem better than us..."

"No matter how good the stories, it is useless if they can't take advantage of it properly."

Lee Jihye stared at me with questioning eyes. The moment I tried to speak, I was interrupted by Cheok Jungyeong.

"He's right. Even if there are 10 swords, humans could only hold two swords properly."

Goryeo's First Sword. His body was a sword, his heart was a sword, his story was a sword.
Lee Jihye looked down at her hands like she gained profound enlightenment. In the meantime, 

Cheok Jungyeong stared at me with a deep gaze. "You have collected many great stories. You won't fall behind the top rated constellations right now."

"You're overpraising me."

"By the way... you've accumulated too much in a short period of time. Do you know what state you are in right now?"

I closed my mouth. In these eyes, I was currently in a very precarious state.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is aiming for your incarnation body.]

[The story 'Person who Opposes the Miracle' is doubting your qualifications!]

[The story 'One Who Killed an Outer God' is dissatisfied with you.]

It was the same in practice. I raised the giant stories wrong and almost had my life snatched away by the stories. If that happened, I would become the same as the constellations I met at the Duet Between Good and Evil.

"Don't forget. After an existence creates a story, the story creates an existence."

I already knew. I came to this island knowing it.

"I will keep that in mind."

Not long afterwards, we arrived at the village.

[You have arrived in the first safe zone!]

[You have met the conditions to clear the main scenario of the 133rd Small Island!]

[You have met the conditions to clear the hidden scenario!]

[You have received additional compensation for killing a competitor.]

[Additional compensation is being prepared.]

The village was peaceful. After passing through the main entrance, there was a lifestyle that revolved around a huge hearth in the centre. It was different from city life.

A stay at home woman in scruffy clothes was feeing a cow while a bearded man was doing laundry. There were also children who seemed younger than Gilyoung and Yoosung. It was an incredibly rural village where the first generation forgotten people lived.

「 (...It is really amazing here.) 」

'Yoo Sangah-ssi?'

「 (Ah, sorry. Did I surprise you?) 」

'It's fine. Is it okay to talk now?'

「 (Yes, it is break time. The wall is also busy.) 」

For some reason, Yoo Sangah's voice felt closer than usual. The Fourth Wall had become thinner, making her activities more convenient.

「 (This village is like a mural that many artisans painted over the years...) 」

I was inwardly amazed as I heard Yoo Sangah trying to find the right words. It was apparently ordinary but as Yoo Sangah put it, the reality of this village was never ordinary.

I might be a visitor but I could tell by the sight of the residents living their lives as usual. They looked bored, as if they had seen this hundred of thousands of times.

[Shit, I almost died.]

[This crazy island... are they really orcs?]

I looked up at the true voices and saw a group of constellations appearing at the opposite entrance of the village.

I quickly looked at the faces of the group. Unfortunately, the faces of my party members couldn't be seen. Instead, I saw an unpleasant guy.

[Demon king 'Eyes that See the Forbidden' is looking at you.]

The demon king with fiery eyes in the shape of a black panther. He was one of those I saw when I visited the 1863rd round.

The master of the 61st Demon Realm. Eyes that See the Forbidden, Flauros. He was the one who died from Yoo Jonghyuk's fist in the 1863rd round.

The demon king followed me to this island. Flauros stared this way with strange eyes before turning his attention elsewhere. It was obvious even without reading his face. He probably judged that this wasn't a favourable place to fight.

Cheok Jungyeong standing next to me would've surely noticed it. I glanced at Cheok Jungyeong beside me. "What did you have to say?"

"It's nothing."

...They were really strong and reliably shoulders. I was envious.

[Is this the end of the scenario? Hey, NPCs. Guide me!]

The constellations entered and the village became a bit crowded. One of the residents frowned at the turmoil occurring everywhere and responded. "This is the end of the small island."

[There is no sincerity in your words. Well, the scenarios are all created by the dokkaebis.]

Now that there were no monsters, the constellations were regaining their spirit.

[The story 'Weak Against the Strong and Strong Against the Weak' has started.]

The voices of the stories were flowing from the eyes of the constellations. As expected, Cheok Jungyeong was correct.

There were no exceptions, whether they were constellations or incarnations. If we didn't live the stories properly, the stories would live instead of us.

[Are there no additional rewards here?]

[Should we search through the houses? There might be some hidden pieces.]

The residents felt tired and replied in a voice that found the situation troublesome.

"There are no such things. The small island scenario is over. Those who want to go to the next scenario should enter the hearth in the centre of the village. It is the portal."

Some of the constellations frowned at the cold tone and Demon King Flauros stepped forward.

[The NPCs are really noisy. It is up to us when we want to leave here.]

Perhaps he was looking for an opponent to go against as he suddenly raised his status.

[I have found a village like this. It isn't bad to rest for a while. Bring out some drinks and food! This body is very hungry.]

The violent words caused the other constellations to laugh. Lee Jihye frowned and came forward. "That―"

"Just wait."

Perhaps there was no room for us to intervene in this fight.

In fact, the villagers weren't fazed at all by the threat of the demon king. The man washing his laundry yawned with boredom. "NPC, always NPC... These days, the kids think of life as a game."

An old man carrying a Korean A-frame said. "It is a strange fate today... I have no enthusiasm and passion."

The woman feeding the cows also added some words. "Spit. This is why I was against opening our island.  No matter how urgent the need for coins, do I have to watch these snobs entering? It is better to raise a few cows."

The flowing words were heard clearly. The situation headed in a strange direction and the constellations started to notice.

Flauros let out a roar. [Why are these group of bugs...?]

The little boy sucking candy in front of them said, "You are the bugs who haven't lived for a thousand years."

Flauros' mouth dropped open. He was the one who reigned over the 64th Demon Realm and it was natural for him to react like this. It must be the first insult he had ever received. A wicked expression flashed across Flauros' face.

[The scenario didn't tell me not to kill NPCs.]

The demon king let out a powerful status. The moment he roared and revealed his fangs, all the residents of the village gazed at Flauros in unison.

The man doing the laundry. The woman placing food and water in the trough. The old man carrying the A-frame.

It looked like the whole world froze. The constellations sensed the strange air and faltered. The same was true for Flauros. He was a fairly keen demon king and must've noticed something weird. Perhaps he was thinking this way.

「 What the hell are these guys? 」

However, he couldn't back down here. His ego as a demon king wouldn't tolerate being suppressed by the inhabitants of a small village. In the end, Flauros chose the one who looked the weakest.

[Die!]

Flauros' claws aimed towards the little boy eating the candy. However, this was a completely wrong choice.

「 He clenched his fists. Then the fist was there. 」

Something exploded. The fragments of an incarnation body scattered through the air like fireworks. Flauros' incarnation body lost his head and slowly sank to the ground.

[Eyes that See the Forbidden has been eliminated from the scenario.]

The constellations witnessed the death of the demon king in front of them and withdrew with a shudder.

[W-What? This...]

The residents showed little response to the astonishment of the constellations. It was a serene atmosphere like no one was holding a funeral for the bug. The man started the laundry again and the woman gave water to a cow. The old man shook his head and cutting at a tree.

The kid sucking the candy declared, "Get out of the way. I don't want to see you anymore."

The pale incarnations and constellations fled through the portal. In any case, the small island scenario had ended. There was no reason to hesitate anymore. After disappearing through the portal, there were less than 10 constellations remaining.

[The huge story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' wants you to go to the next scenario!]

From the moment I faced this child, my giant stories reacted violently. Maybe they noticed something. I smiled bitterly and approached the child who killed the demon king.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is threatening you!]

I didn't know that Flauros would be so helpful. I was relieved to find what I had been looking for.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' declares that it will destroy your incarnation body if you keep approaching him!]

I ignored its words and continued forward. The swirling giant story was emitting threatening air currents. I was annoyed by the childish story who thought it was a provocation against him.

"What? Do you want to be like that guy?"

"One Invincible Fist, Yoo Hosung. "You taught the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint and Kyrgios."

The expression of the child changed. The inhabitants of this place were all 'reincarnators.' Their age couldn't be read from their appearance. The child in front of me was a reincarnator who had lived for at least 10,000 years. The child narrowed his eyes and asked me. "Who are you? What is your relationship with those children?"

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is revealing its teeth to the presence in front of you.]

There was another reason I came to Reincarnation Island. Based on the future battles with myth-grade constellations, I had to obtain something from this place.

I swallowed the rising blood and spoke in a congested voice. "One Invincible Fist, please teach me 'Story Control'."

TL: Rainbow Turtle

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

Lin Juntao and the others tuned into the CCTV footage as soon as the athletes left to understand the reason behind the riot. The Tokyo Dome had a comprehensive security system, and except for blind spots for people, there was nothing that could be hidden from the cameras. 
After watching the monitors, everyone — including the organizers of the event — were stunned. 
For whatever reason, they didn't even pay attention to anything else aside from Meng Fan's monster-like performance. 
"Who is he?!" 
When Lin Juntao and the others had come in, they indeed saw Meng Fan throwing two guys within a short period of time. At first, Lin Juntao didn't pay much attention to Meng Fan; but really, how could he be so strong?
"He is from Huaxia, no doubt, but seems like he doesn't belong to any of the four Chinese teams."
"It's impossible for a contestant of this caliber to stay unrecognizable!"
"Tell me, how strong is he?"
"Very strong! Regardless that the level of participants is lower than his, he still can defeat more than forty people in such a short time, which is enough to prove his strength."
"Strength is strength, but there is a difference between melees and arena fights. But if he can decently perform in the ring, he would easily become famous!"
"...Ok, let's not talk about this man for now. Tell me how to deal with today's mess!"
Lin Juntao stopped chit-chatting and turned to them to discuss the formalities.
Martial arts laws prohibited such self-righteous battles.
Whether in ancient or modern times, the matter of private fights of martial artists have always been treated with great seriousness. Even if it happened in the martial arts hall this time and could be dubbed as training, the situation was still grave. None of these supervisors dared to deal with it in a perfunctory manner.
Those who started the fight must be severely punished.
Those who took advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble also need to be punished.
Those who participated in the fighting certainly cannot escape punishment.
Even those who were only watching and cheering should be disciplined.
Basically, few people were able to escape.
Moreover, it must be done fast. This kind of thing was impossible to hide. In no way would the organizers would want a third party to be dragged into this; that would be really troublesome.
They discussed and discussed, until finally they focused on Meng Fun.
What about this guy?
As someone who didn't belong to the martial artists society, he couldn't be punished by them.
And it would be even worse to leave it to the third party; the police, for example. Things would immediately go down badly.
Lin Juntao got a headache, rubbed his temples, and said: "The person in charge of the Japanese Martial Arts Museum should be here soon. You all go on, develop the specific punishment plan. I will go to the Japanese team to find Wu Ji."
...
And indeed, just as expected by Lin Juntao and the others, the chaos in the Tokyo Dome could not be concealed. Soon, there was a video of this riot online — and not only one. There were pictures captured by surveillance, and some taken by onlookers' mobile phones, all of quite good quality.
However it leaked, it didn't matter.
The conflicts in the ring were nothing new in the fighting world, not to mention this kind of conflicts happening during training sessions. Even though there were many ring fights between teams during the competition, the non-professional conflicts between athletes also occur. One can easily find a lot of exciting images and videos posted online.
Recently, there was one concerning a coach sitting in the audience in a suit, who got provoked, ascended to the arena, and KO-ed the opponent and his instructor — each of them with just one kick. It was really thrilling.
And a lot of these incidents were hyped, even dubbed as "what a story needs". At this point, it was undoubtedly the WWE who promoted the rotten and dodgy from-the-streets kind of fun. However, American wrestling did originate as a form of entertainment with its "scripted" fights and shows. And WWE actually means World Wrestling Entertainment.
——WWE, because of its performing nature, has really produced a lot of actors and actresses. The most famous one was Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, who has topped the global actor income rankings. In addition, WWE has also often invited celebrities to participate in shows, such as Schwarzenegger, Tyson, O'Neill, and many more, as well as many former presidents who have also spoken on the spot. What's even funnier, the current president had participated in the classic performance once when he had shaved the head of the WWE president. And he was also elected to the WWE Hall of Fame!
WWE's shows were brilliant but not real, and thus not as exciting as the online videos exposed today — in which one can see authentic provocation and beating.
About a hundred MMA fighters were fighting each other. This was a very attractive headline. And the content was even more exciting. Whether be it a surveillance video or a mobile phone video, the main character was always Meng Fan.
At the very beginning, he was a victim of a sneak attack, then he ran desperately to protect a "team member," and he went into a rampage, madly beating everyone and everywhere.
One catch, one hit, one throw, one kill. Wherever he went, there was no foe who could have stood a chance. The scene was really mesmerizing!
If all the falls and hits weren't so authentic, it could really be mistaken for a movie scene.
These videos first appeared on YouTube, and later were forwarded to Twitter by some people, and then spread more and more widely.
Slowly, articles about the MMA athletes' scuffle appeared also on some news websites.
Moreover, it quickly spread back to China. The reason for that was very simple, as the protagonists of these videos are Huaxia people. With the advent of the news, the causes and effects of the matter had also come to light. Meng Fan stood up to protect his extremely exhausted, brilliant "teammate."
In addition, the stories about punching Japanese and kicking Koreans have always been very well-received in China. As soon as it appeared in the country, it was immediately reposted and Meng Fan got recognized.
"Meng Fatty? Is it really my homie Meng Fatty?"
"Absolutely! Didn't he beat a South Korean in a martial arts hall last time? It seems that Iron God is going to go the fighter's way!"
"Is Boss Meng not a cartoonist? Yesterday, it was reported that he had won a million Huaxia coins for his comics. How did he get to Japan?"
"The Iron Giant is so hardcore!"
"Hahaha, Iron God did it again!"
"Shoot, can't you calm down for a while? There is a hot topic practically every day. How can you — a non-entertainer — make this idol-like site traffic?!"
"Those who say Iron God has an advantage in body shape and that's why he beat that Korean guy, better watch closely! Your old Iron God did beat Koreans again, and this time several at once, hahaha!"
"At least forty fell, and they are all MMA athletes! How strong must he be!"
"All taken down. Iron God is undoubtedly the strongest man on Earth!"
"Meng Fat said he had no choice: 'I also wanted to keep a low-profile, but my strength didn't allow that!'"
"..."
Chinese netizens have always been very good at digging and connecting dots, but it was interesting that no one has linked Meng Fan to the Singapore hijacking incident. It's hard to know whether it was caused by seemingly different circumstances of these two situations, or maybe some people see that there were clues only when everything was clear.
More interestingly, the identity of the "teammate" who was fiercely protected by Meng Fan was quickly discovered on the next day when Meng Fan was flying back to Huaxia. After all, as the top Chinese MMA athlete, he was very well-known. It was Wu Ji, the brother of Wu Tong, the "painting fairy" that became popular not long ago. Then a hashtag was created.
#ProtectBrotherInLaw!


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

He decided to participate in the Shenzhen Open, but even if he won, the Shenzhen Open alone could not fill 300 points.  So, Hanwoojin had to select one challenger ahead of schedule and fill out the application form.

 Shin Se-yeon listened to a mobile phone when she realized that a challenger-level competition would be held in Japan.  It was because the Korean Tennis Association had an influence to some extent in Asia, and Japan.

 "Agent Shin Se-yeon.  I'd like to talk about Hanwoojin's next tournament. "
 [Hanwoojin player…  Ah ~ You win the Seoul Open?  This time the player ranked 180th in the world rankings.]
 "Yes, that's right."

 I talked over the phone for a while.  Hanwoojin seemed to be thinking about how to treat the player.  Too big to be a rookie.  Because of his short career since his debut,
 I couldn't deal with it.

 Soon afterwards I heard it again.  The voice changed and it seemed as if someone else was on the phone.

 [Excuse me.  I'm Lee Jung-hwan of the Korean Tennis Association.  Hanwoojin player agent?]
 "Yes, it is Shin Se-yeon."
 [If you have any comments on Hanwoojin's tournament in the future, please find me.  When the stories come up from the counselors, things are often very late.]
 "Okay.  Thank you for your consideration. "

 Shin Se-yeon was quite nervous while having a conversation.
 I didn't even know the name Hanwoojin, so I searched for it and waited five minutes.  Now, a class, who may have a position in the association, asks for a direct name in his name.

 Although she was not Hanwoojin himself, she felt as if her shoulders were rising.

 After the talk was over, a polite voice came across from the cell phone to the end.

 [Seed ticket for Challenger League, Keio meeting held in Yokohama.  We received well.  And I'll tell you about the propaganda open, but I think the result will be a bit opaque.]
 "Thank you.  That's enough.  I look forward to hearing from you. "

 After listening to Lee Jung-hwan's voice that he would handle the procedure related to the propaganda open, he did not call for a request.  The agent was active, so she was treated quite well.  It wasn't bad.

 'Is this why you want to catch players well?'

 No matter how good the agent is, if the player in charge is young, he will be insignificant.  In that sense, Shin Se-yeon was very lucky.  Already, I've already been in charge of a rookie, which is one of the top three fingers in Korea.

 She looked down at Hanwoojin, who is in the middle of a practice game on the Squad Court, and thought that she would have to deliver the news just before the practice was over.


 * * *


 The tournament schedule in Japan, Yokohama was very smooth.  The booking of the plane, the reservation of the lodging, and the seed ticket were also readily available.

 Han Woo-jin took five seeds and made one round a little earlier.  The two headed for Keio University, where the tournament took place as soon as they got off the airport.

 Keio University is a prestigious private university established by Yukichi Fukuzawa, whose face is drawn on a Japanese yen bill.

 "It's kind of interesting to rent a college coat and hold a competition."
 "right?  But if you look closely, it's worth it.  Keio University has the largest tennis circle in Japan.  The influence on Japanese tennis is bound to be great. "
 "I didn't know that.  I only knew that there was a lot of side activities or clubs. "

 This Japanese environment was also an envy of the students who dream of becoming a sports industry in Korea.  The advantage of being able to take classes systematically from high school as well as junior high school is that they can be combined with schoolwork.

 Not only that, but also the route to a prestigious university is also a career that makes treatment better when debuting as a pro.  It was not something we could hope for in Korea yet.  As for the current situation where only one study is being pushed.
 It was not comparable to soccer or baseball, but tennis also differed in size from Korea.

 'Is it early yet?  I'd be greedy if you don't even play soccer or baseball. '

 Han Woo-jin looked at the scenery passing through the window, kicking his tongue in the domestic situation.  Unlike Choi Yeon-hyuk, who frequently participated in Japanese competitions, including the Kyoto Open, he was just amazed because he had never been to Japan.

 A new vehicle quickly entered Minato-ku, Yokohama, where Keio University is located.  As a port city, the blue sea appeared from far away.

 It was a scene with a different flavor from Busan in Korea.  Unlike Haeundae, which has a lot of skyscrapers, there are short and thick buildings lined up around a few tall buildings.  The weather is good, and the sun shines through the window
 I got it.

 Freaking.

 "읏."

 As I lowered the window of the car, I hooked up and filled the smell of the sea.  The wind was strong, but the humid and warm weather made the smell of the sea stronger.

 It wasn't bad though.  Warm weather, rather than hot, smoothed out the tense body of Hanwoojin.  It was refreshing because the wind was blowing because of the beach.  The condition was very good.

 He recalled the memories of a few days ago, following the racket next to him.  It is the status window of Choi Yeon-hyuk, who sneak peeked while talking to each other while meeting the schedule.

 [Choi Yeon-hyuk]
 Strength 61 / Health 66 / Agility 63
 HP 2520/2640 SP 740/740

 Forehand: 13/20
 Backhand: 9/20
 Serve: 11/20
 Volley: 14/20
 Smash: 10/20
 Dropshot: 9/20
 Lob: 8/20
 Special Technique: Slippers (Volley)

 'It's definitely growing than before.'

 Are you not listening to genius?
 Choi Yeon-hyuk may not have the same capability as the system, but it was increasing its capacity at a terrible rate.

 Although it could not be compared to Hanwoojin, who rapidly increased his physical ability through stat rewards, the skill level and the slightly increased figures proved his growth.  Han Woo-jin, who was slightly loosened, was short of renewing the ceremony.

 Still not as frustrating as before.  Perhaps it was because the situation was a little different than when he was jealous and nervous.  Han Woo-jin was able to calmly distinguish his work and rejoice in the growth of his rivals.

 He didn't want to end the previous day too much.

 Quik.

 The car entered the buildings, which were quite luxurious.  The buildings, which were built in the European style, boasted the sun as if they proved the location of Keio University.

 "…  The building is old for college? "
 "Since then, it is one of the oldest universities in Japan.  It's roughly 140 years ago. "

 If you stayed for about 140 years, it might look like an antique.  Han Woo-jin was convinced after hearing her explanation.

 Shin Se-yeon's driving car entered a parking lot at Keio University.  Then a man waiting at the entrance of the parking lot came up and knocked on the window.  Maybe after confirming the identity was able to enter.

 She lowered the window without hesitation.

 "What are you doing here?"
 "This is a player vehicle for the Keio Challenger competition.  I came to the reception desk. "
 "Ah, yes.  Could you tell me the name of the player? "

 Conversation came in fluent Japanese.  Hanwoojin in the back seat did not know what the sound is coming out of the window was looking out.  After the identity was queried, he removed the sign that the man had placed at the entrance to the parking lot.

 "Welcome to Keio-Ogijuku.  You can go inside. "
 "Yes, thank you."

 Since then, it was all things happening.

 As soon as she pulled over to the parking lot, she and Hanwoojin teased at the reception desk of the contest inside Keio University.  The students were very impressed with their muscles.

 In terms of Korea, the students were neatly organized as if they were a college with a position corresponding to the high school.  It was easy to find a guy with a racket to have the biggest tennis circle.

 At the reception desk, a female employee sat yawning.  Already all good players are finished, so there seems to be nothing to do.

 ""Excuse me.""
 ""Ah!  Sorry.  Are you a participant? "

 The staff corrected their postures with amazement as Shin Se-yeon spoke.  It did not seem to be an unfaithful personality.  Shin Se-yeon smiled softly and nodded.

 "Please look for Hanwoojin player in Korea."
 "Hanwoojin player…  Yes, it is confirmed  You've received seed five times.  Do you have any questions about this competition? 」

 She asked her questions, brightening her eyes to see if the group of athletes was so welcome.

 But it did not come up to ask.  So Shin Se-yeon interprets the staff and talks with Hanwoo-jin, and a few students who have passed by have looked at them and heard murmurs.

 "Hanwoojin?  Are you a Korean player in this tournament? "
 "Oh, I know that person.  I made a professional debut this year and the ranking is already in the top 100. "
 ""Really?  It's genius.

 Han Woo-jin did not understand the gossips, but she somehow suppressed Siluk's mouth.  It would be nice to have a good player.  I felt like knowing what it was worth to be an agent.

 Responding to Hanwoojin's expression that her face was strange, she left the reception desk and headed for the parking lot.


 * * *


 "Huh…  "

 Hanwoo-jin, who went through a briefing time, which is now almost everyday, was lying in bed.  It was a very subtle feeling that my body was fine but my mind was tired.

 Shin Se-yeon laughed as he saw him bend over.  Although she felt a bit of a rush, today's briefing wasn't too bad.  Hanwoojin's skill has risen that much.

 The average level of players participating in the Keio Challenger competition was not much better than the Gimcheon Open.  Isn't that a bit of an opponent you think about a Japanese player in the top 200?

 Of course, it was a level that Hanwoojin can afford to deal with.

 "Honestly, Ujin, are you not really interested in this competition?  I didn't ask anything during the briefing. "
 "…  That's right.  I didn't have any players and I think it will be okay. "

 Insufficient is arrogant to say, but if a person who is good at it puts it in his mouth, he becomes confident.  At least Hanwoojin was qualified to elevate himself at the challenger level.  In Asia's Challenger Championships, the world's top 100 are considered to be the best candidates.

 "The Okuda I met last time is in the United States.  Maybe you're intimate? "
 "Then stop if you accept it."

 Ryosuke Okuda, who didn't want to participate in the Keio Challenger tournament, is now in Japan.

 After losing to Hanwoojin, he decided to thoroughly refine his skills, and he seemed to be building his capacity by going around rather than going around the competition.  Seeing the future was a wise choice.

 If you complete the unfinished forehand double style, you won't be able to become a future world ranker.  Hanwoojin couldn't stop his feet just in case.  Now that the wind blows, you must row once more.

 The finals will be two days later.  The Tokyo Open can't even be dreamed of if you're caught up in Keio.  Han Woo-jin again looked into the profile file Shin Se-yeon brought.

 'Something has changed.'

 Despite that sense, the world was no different.
 The competition wasn't easy, and it wasn't much that the other players were weak.

 Just the point where Hanwoojin stood has changed.
 Even if not peaked, the middle has risen.
 There was still a long way to go, but now there was a view down.

Thirty-three years old. A talentless tennis player for NK company with an unsuccessful career, Han Woo Jin. No matter how hard he tried, there was a limit to how much he could accomplish. Eventually, when the day for him to quit tennis had finally arrived, he was sent back ten years to the past with a system…

You can find the previous chapter at myoniyonitranslation but because they are dropped the story i will mtled the story xd

Mark looked down the alley, but did not find anything. 

He did not know what the gum grasped in his palm meant.

But he had an extraordinary feeling… as he thought, Mark put down Xiaozhi. He then opened the back door of the Tofu Shop and let her in.

Mark squatted down, saying calmly, "Listen, letting you come out does not mean your mom hates you, but is just worried that she may pass her cold to you."

"Really?" Xiaozhi was young and did not know what a lie was.

Mark just nodded and explained, "If you don't believe me, you may go to your mother's room, now she will not scold you anymore."

Xiaozhi said, "Uncle Mark, can you take me to play that again? That was really great!!"

Little girls had a unique skill where adults would not be able to refuse their request; her big eyes blinked, like an innocent and pure elf.

"Of course."

Mark did not talk more, but pushed her slightly and then closed the back door---Of course he also sealed the door with a stick to prevent the girl from pushing open it.

He did it so carefully, but didn't notice it himself.

Mark now squinted his eyes slightly; his gaze looked sharp as if it became a sharp sword. He walked swiftly through the direction the weird gum had been shot.

…

San Er did not know what to do. She felt upset scolding her daughter and also ashamed for doing that.

She had almost been found out or maybe Mark had figured out something already.

San Er sensed that she did not have the courage to step out of this room… but, 'Is Xiaozhi still crying now?' 

She could hear the cry of her daughter vaguely from downstairs… probably at the backdoor. 

At this moment, the room door had been opened, and a small head came inside. As if looking at a frightened animal, San Er felt a jolt of pain. She patted the bed, saying softly, "Xiaozhi, come to mom."

Xiaozhi bounded on the bed, but did not get close; instead, she asked cautiously, "Uncle Mark said that mom asked me to stay away because she was worried that I will catch your cold. Is it true?"

"Did he say so?" San Er hesitated.

Xiaozhi nodded seriously, "Yes, he did"

"Then is Uncle Mark outside now?" San Er questioned.

Xiaozhi replied, "I do not know, Uncle Mark seemed to have locked the door and went out."

San Er sighed, "Xiaozhi, take a seat here, and stay with mom, OK?"

"Sure! Do you want to tell stories to me?"

"Yes, I do." San Er smiled, "What story would you like?"

"I want to listen to 'Snow White and the Seven Big Mushrooms'!"

…
…

Turn left, and then turn right… Mark did not know why he chose this route.

He chose it by instinct, even if he did not see a figure in front.

As to the origin of the instinct, he had no idea.

He could not still remember who he was, where he came from… but he remembered many useful things.

Mark stopped in the middle of a short alley---his eyes turned sharp, looking at every corner in this short alley!

Suddenly, Mark used swiped his arm towards the place behind him! At the moment his attack almost reached, a figure swiftly stepped back and evaded the hit.

It turned out it was Nero, gray hair, weird clothes, and with both hands in her pockets.

"You are still as sensitive as a beast. Nobody could get close to you." Nero shook her head, "So, it has been a while, Kuck." 

"Do you know me?" Mark frowned.

Nero frowned as well; then she bent her knees slightly… the pair of long legs with amazing springiness abruptly threw a spin kick.

Mark was stunned; it seemed that he felt an uncomfortable sense toward this weird woman. Raising his arm, he tried to shove her aside, but he was too weak and kicked against the wall by that severe attack.

Nero did not continue attacking but slanted her head and asked, "Huh… Kuck, where is your Thousand-Thorn Spear?"

"Who are you? Do you know me?" Mark was seriously puzzled … but maybe because he resisted the first attack, he took a defensive position.

"Yama, is he lying?"

Nero turned her neck and looked back at the long black tube… and nodded soon in a short time, "It seems he isn't… that means nothing helpful could be gained from him."

She pulled back her hand and grasped her hair with a whisper, "Oh sh*t, it's too complicated. Do I need to take you back? But I hate to take a guy with memory-loss back for a distance… Actually I planned to drop by the 'motherland' during the period of this task, but it has a due day, and it is hard to go out… so, why did you lose your memory right when I came to you? I might have found a fake Kuck…" 

Mark had no memory about this weird woman… but his instinct told him that he had something to do with her.

As for this woman… didn't she have too many words?

Did she like to talk to herself?

"It is better to tell me what you know rather than chattering." Mark did not relax his vigilance, but put forward his proposal.

"Well… fine, keep losing your memory, I will go back."

The woman jumped up to the house roof after saying that; she looked down at him, "Something is wrong with your head, but your body is not. At least you will not die."

"Say it clearly!"

Nero squinted eyes as a crescent moon, "I will help you with the matters of 26 seats… enjoy the 'Yangtze River life' of this country… but remember, you owe me a favor!"

After, Nero waved to this man wearing an old white shirt and looked frustrated, "An Nyeong Hi Ke Se Yo~" 

And then she disappeared with a jump.



① It is Korean which means 'Goodbye', 'See you', but can be only used by the one who leaves a place, such as a guest or a customer.


Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. 

It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. 

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” 

Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss. 



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