"Hello, everyone! Your dazzling beauty makes the fish sink and wild geese fall, a beauty so stunning that the moon hides her face and the flowers blush for shame at sight of me, a national beauty with flesh of ice and bones of jade. The beautiful little mermaid Sihwa has begun to broadcast live! Are you looking forward to it? Do you want to give gifts to support me?"
Sihwa smiled as she gave a peace sign in front of the camera on the phone.
The broadcast room was full of insults.
"I haven't seen anyone rushing fans for presents! How about being more reserved? It's such a waste of your face!"
"Ah, when I was in elementary school, I couldn't wait to pile up some idioms that I'd learned in my composition class just like this…"
"That… who is in elementary school?"
"That's unreasonable. Actually, those phrases were used quite well…"
With Sihwa starting her live broadcast, the broadcast room quickly became lively. In accordance with the usual practice, the newcomers first raised various doubts about her appearance, and old fans used cynical tones to mock the newcomers, lamenting that when they had first come, they had also thought the same. Some newcomers couldn't stand the mocking and left the broadcast room, but most newcomers chose to observe silently.
Most anchors broadcasted live in the afternoon and evening because there were more idle people in the afternoon and evening, but conversely, the competition in the morning was not so fierce, and people could avoid the time of super anchor. Sihwa did live broadcasting every morning and managed to attract a large number of regular fans. After all, the live broadcast app was nationwide There were always people who were more leisurely in the morning, too.
Sihwa's live room should have been regarded as a very strange live room. She didn't play games, she didn't have much talent, she never went out, and she even just soaked in the bathtub. She read a fairy tale, stumbling over the words, when she was happy, and when she was not happy, she lost her temper and argued with the fans.
The only way to communicate with fans was to be insulted by them, because her tone of voice was like the main character of a Mary Sue story, constantly having the feeling of being the best in the world. There was no shortage of points for people to use to attack, and some people even deliberately provoked her to make angry and enjoy the pleasure of being attacked by her. This was like the way primary school boys behaved to girls they liked, not to please them but to pull on their braids and frighten them by catching insects.
Still, who had asked her face to be so good looking? Besides, she was also a foreign sister who could speak fluent Chinese, which was a very rare attribute. But some careful netizens had found that she had a slight accent when she spoke Chinese, which was hard to detect if they didn't pay attention to it. It seemed to be the accent of the eastern coastal areas.
"I'm telling you guys, I'm just living temporarily here to experience the life of the ordinary people. The luxury bathroom you saw before was my real home!"
It was Sihwa's millionth time repeating that sentence, and even she herself believed it sometimes, but sadly she could not manage to trick the netizens.
"Oh, alright, next."
"Don't lower your head, your crown will fall off."
"This is the so-called clueless young woman, right? She was probably corrupted by Korean dramas. When will she be given an electric shock by Professor Yang?"
"I have a question, broadcaster. You are always soaking in the bathtub. Won't your skin wrinkle? I was in the swimming pool for half a day and my fingers were already bumpy."
Sihwa automatically ignored the mocking and proudly showed her ten fingers that were like jade onions, shaking them in front of the camera.
"Don't compare yourself to me. I am born beautiful like a fish in water!" she said triumphantly.
"F*ck! I have a hand fetish! I can't stand it!"
"I could play with this hand for a year!"
"I could play for ten years!"
"I'm already done, what about you guys?"
Sihwa was constantly confused by the neverending online phrases, and asked, "What's already done? Does that mean that you've already added money into your account and are preparing to send me gifts?"
Her natural tone and expression were not made up. They were very attractive and made people want to tease her. They also attracted a barrage of insults using bullet screens by netizens.
At that moment, someone knocked twice on the bathroom door.
She turned her head to look. It was Zhang Zian who was standing at the doorway. He pointed at his own mouth—of course, he did not mean that he wanted to drink the water in the bathtub. Instead he was expressing that he wanted to tell her something. He wanted to ask her if it was convenient for her to speak now.
She showed a cold expression. In her heart, she did not want to speak because every time when she spoke with him, she was angered because of his pettiness.
"I seem to have heard the sound of the door. Anchor, aren't you going to open the door?"
"Right, anchor, go and open the door. I have never seen how the anchor looks below her shoulders."
"Haha, you guys came too late. As an old timer in the live broadcast room, I've seen how she looks wearing a mermaid cosplay."
Zhang Zian did not leave upon meeting trouble and still stood at the doorway of the bathroom, as if he wanted to compete with her on patience.
Sihwa did not want to waste phone battery just like that, and so she told the camera, "Is there still anyone who wants to give gifts? If there isn't, I'll go offline for a while. We can continue in a while! Five, four, three, two! Is there really not one? Really no one? Three, two, one, zero. Five…"
When she was speaking normally, people gave gifts once in a while, but when she specially asked for a present, no one gave any. She was so angry she bit her lower lip softly, and, throwing a tantrum, she left the live broadcast room before reaching zero.
"What do you want?" she asked, not politely.
"It's like this. We're going to Egypt, and I wanted to ask if you want to go." Zhang Zian got straight to the point and said the reason why he had come.
Her eyebrows scrunched up, and her face was full of suspicion as she asked, "E-Egypt? Where is that? Why haven't I heard about it before? You cheapskate, is it that you want to sell me to be a s*x slave?"
Zhang Zian said, "If you don't know anything, can I ask you to shut your mouth and stop randomly guessing? Don't always play with your cell phone. Read books, learn geography and history, and don't be ignorant all day."
"You're the ignorant one!"
Before he finished, with Sihwa's angry yell, a splash of water aimed for his head and face headed towards him.
Fortunately, he was prepared and stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door without splashing water outside.
"Annoying! B*stard! Cheapskate!" She lost her temper alone in the bathroom and splashed water around. "Why should I learn? Anyway, no one taught me!"
It seems like even a salty fish had her own pride.
Zhang Zian waited outside for her to stop for a moment and rummaged through the storage room to find the globe from his childhood.
The globe was quite old and creaked when it was rotated. The division of some countries and regions was slightly different from that of today's world, but it was still useful.
He knocked at the door again, then pushed it open a crack and said, "Alright, I said a little too much just now. I apologize. I'll teach you some geography now—can I come in?"
It was not realistic to expect Sihwa to actively learn and absorb knowledge. After all, everyone had laziness. When was it more comfortable to study than play? From elementary school to university, once people left school, without outside supervision and pressure, very few would continue to take the initiative to learn. Not to mention this fish—she had too many things to learn, a myriad of thoughts, and no elementary school teachers. It was normal for her to not know where to start.


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

    Once the screams were explained I passed my phone around so Jungkook, J-Hope, and Jin could say "hi". However, the phone had to pass Taehyung, who grabbed it and started cooing at my seven year old. The look on his face was priceless and I loved the sounds coming from my sister too. It ended shortly after when Jin yelled in Korean, and Taehyung handed him the phone.
    While they were continuing playing with my phone a server came to the table. He stood next to me, which made me a little uncomfortable, not that I allowed myself to show it, because I can't speak Korean. I'm lucky to know a few phrases, well more like words.
    I pushed the menu forward after looking at it and not understanding a thing. "You guys order for me." I gave them a great big smile. They smiled too and nodded. They took to the challenge, and started talking amongst themselves. They talked for a few minutes before they each spoke to the server, who wrote the orders down. He bowed slightly before walking away.
    Should I be worried? You're not giving me eyeballs are you?" I teased.
    They laughed and Jungkook replied softly, "No, it should hopefully you like."
    I smiled softly at him and nodded. His female shyness was getting much better; he picked me up of his own accord a few times already, but I guess he could still get shy.
    Jimin, who was on my right, waved at my phone before hanging it back to me. I had completely forgotten that my sister was on facetime. I looked at my phone and smiled at her, feeling a little guilty, when she yawned. "Okay, Babygirl, I kept you awake long enough. It is well beyond your bedtime, if it's lunch time here. All Jessica so I can see her put you to bed." She put the phone down to go to her bedroom door to call for her babysitter. Jessica came into the room and we waxed at each other. I watched as she put my sister in her bed. Jessica took the phone, said farewell, and we ended the call.
    With that done my attention fully returned to the boys, who were just sitting there watching me. I pushed hair behind my ear on one side and allowed more to fall on the other because of my embarrassment. I was startled when I felt fingers pushing the fallen hair from my face, back behind my ear. I looked up and saw J-Hope smile at me and say something in Korean, which RM translated as "You really love your sister don't you?"
    I nodded my head. "We're all we have of each other. Our parents died 5 years ago." I gave a wry smile. "Car crash, the other driver wasn't paying attention to their speed and wrecked my parent's car. So I spoil her as much as I can, but I'm always seeming to be working."
    Just as I finished, the food arrived and what was placed in front of me looked delicious. I took a bite, thanking God that I know how to use chopsticks. It tasted delicious too.
    We talked while we ate. They asked more specific details about my life; like where I live specifically. Do we live in a house or apartment? What did I do for work? What did I do in my freetime? I answered all of them.
    We had taken a break of them interrogating me, so I took a few more mouthfuls and inwardly squealed in delight at the taste. I was in my own world until my name was called.
    "Y/N-ssi, do you like it?" Jungkook asked.
    I smiled catching on rapidly. Jungkook must have been the one to pick it out. "It's delicious Jungkook, thank you for picking it for me." He blushed and just nodded.
    RM looked over, "how did you know?"
    "I told you guys before that I don't understand Korean, but situations. Jungkook replied when I asked about the food earlier and he asked about it just now. The expression on his face also had a hopeful look." I smiled. They nodded when RM translated and Jungkook blushed again.
    We settled down and ate a little more before Jimin turned to me and gave his eye crescent smile. "You said Yoongi-hyung was sister's favorite, who is yours?" I squealed internally again at him speaking English a little hesitantly.

You're an American girl give me a chance to meet BTS at a fan meet... What's going to happen?

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.
A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The image of burning flames surrounding him.
The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.
"It's a demon!"

Marivella heave a long sighed. After she talked with the Queen, she got away and was alone for a moment. She needs some space and fresh air to breathe.
During her meeting with the queen, she complimented their dresses. She then asks them if they can make her a few designs like Carlene's Ballgowns, and so, Carlene left with the queen in the secluded room to make sample sketches.
Astounded at how talented Carlene is, she meets no one as incredible as she is. Sometimes, she thinks about how mysterious a person she is... and every time they were doing things together; it left her a great impression of how amazing a woman she is. She always has this feeling of familiarity.
She sighed once again. Marivella looks up to scan the night sky.
Dark clouds forming above, hiding behind is the timid moon as the rain threatens to fall tonight. Scanning the vast thick clouds began covering the city of Paris, Marivella closes her eyes and wished to the moon having a glimpse in a while before it disappears one more time. Her troubled heart prayed.
"Marivella…"
"Carlisle?" surprised, she opened her eyes and turned around to face the man she aches to see one more time before she sailed to Korea. She prayed to see him one more time because she was on a tight watch.
"Why are you here? Wait— what are you doing?" she asked him nervously.
Worriedly, she looked around might a Korean soldier saw them talking. Prince Yoo Joon requested the king that no French soldier or Royal guards would come closer toward her.
But he dragged her somewhere... firmly, Carlisle held her hand and brought her into a pavilion below the Grand Hall. The place is cannot touch by the lights, and so she cannot determine his expression at the moment: either he is angry or sad? She craves to know.
"Let me go, Carlisle... please," Marivella pleaded.
She wants to hide her feelings and deny them over again. She has to suppress her love for him to hurt no furthermore. 
Carlisle halted but did not let go of her arm but grasping her other arm, holding her both tightly, he appealed.
"I am the one who begs you, Marivella. Please, don't do this to us. I know you love me too!"
She sighed. Sad smiled tore her lips and replied to him. "Carlisle, we already talked this morning. Everything between us is over."
"But I agreed on nothing! I never accepted we break up!" he argued.
"Enough, Carlisle," she looks away, even if he cannot see her face clearly, but she wants to hide the glistening water trailing down her cheeks. Marivella presses her eyelids to stop the tears.
"Even how many times you will push me away, I would never stop longing to see you, and loving you. Even if how many times you deny me, but I will never keep my distance," he asserted to her.
Marivella bit her lower lip, not to sobs. Heaving a deep sighed, she expressed. "Please, understand Carlisle. Don't make things hard for you to accept the things to what it was now."
Carlisle's gaze burning her face. His hold on her arms burying deeper to her chest. She could feel the weight it conveys.
"Marivella, let's go tonight. Leave this place and leave everyone who against our relationship!" he begs one more time.
"My family is never against us."
"That's why let's leave tonight! I know they will understand! They once runaway to resist the marriages their parents arranged for them!" he reasons.
"But it doesn't mean it always the right thing to do!"
"Marivella..."
"Please, Carlisle. We cannot force to change the way our fate design." Marivella phrases meaningfully.
"Yes, you are right. But I would never accept that you are not for me! So let's leave tonight, Marivella. Let's prove that no one can separate us," he pleaded.
She sighed. "I already told you, we can't do that. Let accepts this is our fate, Carlisle."
"Then, if loving you is to defy my fate. I don't care if whom I destined to! As long as my heart knows it was you, I will love you even the afterlife, Marivella."
Hearing this from Carlisle's mouth, she no longer stopped her tears from flooding her face. Shaking her shoulder, she feels Carlisle's warm chest covering her chilling back.
"You are the only woman I loved, always remember this even in your next life and our next life," he whispered behind her ears. "I don't care even how many lives I should have just to be with you. No one else, but you still the one I will ever love. Only you..."
Flooded with tears, Carlisle covered her mouth and kisses her passionately. Marivella did not refuse but let him warming her confused heart.
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Quinn heard everything. It flusters him hearing himself making these promises and doing those love confessions. Likely, it's not only Charles who looks an idiot but Carlisle shamelessly conveying his love to the woman dear to him.
By the time Marivella and Madison summon by the queen and brought them into a room, he followed them, hiding. And when Marivella steps out of the room, Carlisle follows her outside the grand hall.
Full of curiosity, he follows the lovers... and carefully making faint steps; he plans on eavesdropping at them.
Later on, he spotted a few Koreans, and so he speaks in the Korean language, enough for them to hear the people approaching the place. He then hears a horse leaving in hasty. After he assured that Carlisle and Marivella fled, he approached the soldiers.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he greeted them who was very surprised a French man can speak their language.
Astounded, the one who stood as the captain responded to him.
"Good evening, master."
"It seems, you were lost, soldiers." Quinn jested.
The captain glances at his company then gaze back at him. Hesitant to share anything, the captain replied to him once again.
"We are looking for Lady Marivella, Mister?"
"Henry is what they called me," he answered. "The lady must stroll somewhere in the pavilion to breathe some fresh air," he told them.
"Could you tell us where we are that place, Mister Henry?"
"The pavilion located on the west side of the Castle," Henry pointed the left side, the west direction.
"Thank you, Mister Henry." They bowed at him then leave hastily.
"You're welcome! Good night, gentlemen!"
"Yep. Enjoyed searching," he grins. Learning different languages in the present life is such a help.
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Leaving successfully at the Grand Hall, Carlisle and Marivella went back to the villa owned by Charles's family...
Warm breath burning her skin, Marivella pressing her back on the door... arms hold on tight around Carlisle's neck, he showered her kisses she cannot protest.
When he began undressing her, she let him bare her completely. Tears once again trailed down her cheeks. Who would have thought? That the person who would tear down her betrothal robe is Carlisle.
Her clothes falling down her ankle, Marivella responded to his kisses hungrily.
She gasps when he carried her and carefully places it on the bed. Lovingly, his warm palm caressing every inch of her body and bathe her with kissed. She sighed, surrendered completely.
Their hands intertwine, and Carlisle kisses the back of her palm, showing affection in every way he could.
Reuniting their body, he made slow thrusts. She'd noticed, this is the most sensual make love Carlisle showed her. Despite this, he is very gentle and careful when she wants more.
She wants more memories of him. She wants more familiarity with his body. Tears flooded her eyes once again.
This is too unfair.
When it is goodbye, it was felt so wonderful. She cried.
"Shush… I love you! I will do everything for you." he kisses her eyes, drying them. "Let us run away tonight..." he begs once again.
Marivella keeps silent. She can not answer his invitation, and she doesn't want him to know what's on her mind. She sighed.
She rested her palm on Carlisle's chest, partly pushing him away from her to catch a glimpse of his face.
"Running away is not a solution, so that we could be happy and ends our struggles. I know it is not, Carlisle…" she phrases.
"I cannot love anyone as to how much I love you, but we are living in a different world," she added.
"We are living in the same world! There's no difference in between! If other people don't support our relationship, then let's go to the place where people know nothing about us and do not care who we are."
"Your mother has a great connection. She can find us easily."
"Why would you care about my mother? If she denounces me for disobeying what she wanted, let her be. I only care about you."
"She's your mother, your very family, Carlisle."
"But she's not happy for whom I loved. Besides, our love only consists of two people. You and I are all that matters, would you understand that Marivella?"
"Carlisle…"
Sweet words and promises of love…

Running away would be an answer and the path to love freely and is to be happy? Honestly, it made her confused about what to choose. She loves her family, and she would choose them. But Carlisle prepares to oppose her mother and forgets his family.
"Let's forget about this for now," he said, combing her hair and caressing her face. "How if, we just think about you and me at the moment? Okay?"
Peering at him lovingly, she nodded. Magically, this part of the city brightens up by the moonshine. She could perfectly catch sight of Carlisle's glistening body on top of her.
Slowly, Carlisle leans toward her and covered her lips. Passionately, she responded to the heat he offers her.
One more time, they made their bodies one. And this time, Carlisle took a faster pace.


"Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past." -- H. F. HEDGE

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Excerpt:

Shun began undressing his upper body then follows Cassandra toward the closet. He put his arms around her waist and kisses her right shoulder blade.

"Mister, what are you doing?" she asked him.

"Nothing. . . Seducing you, maybe?" Shun muttered behind her ear.

She could feel her cheeks flushing from his warm breaths; she turned around then blush from the sight of his naked-half body.

"Here, is your T-shirt!" Cassandra shoved to his chest; that black High Neck Long Sleeve she found in his closet.

"How about if, I stayed half-naked?" Shun is teasing her.


Synopsis:

Cassandra Young is a 17 years old Island Girl, who lost her parents in a shipwrecked by a typhoon. She then adopted by her uncle Martin and brought her to Paris when she is 12 years old.

After he died, she found out that she'd lost everything already because of the scheme her aunt Lydia did; who suddenly went out of the picture.

One day, a man showed up on the Island and claimed; that he who bought her Villa, and the Man-Made Forest her parents give their lives to plants those trees, as he plans to build a hotel nearby.

Still, can't accept the truth, Cassie has no choice but to work as his 'personal maid' just to remain living in the Villa.

However, she wonders if she could trust him the way she was pampered instead? Who is this man name Shun Williams Crow? Why he has been so kind to her?

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Shun Williams Crow, 30 years old; a young President and heir of the Crow Corporation, one of the largest companies in the world.

His life surrounded by mysteries; and so he uses his wealth and power, to seek the answer in everything and save his LOVE from a cursed in the past to change it from becoming a Tragic Love; the same as everyone else in these Entangled Lives of the Five Families.

COULD HE WIN AGAINST HIS FATE?

This is an untold love story...

"My Stubborn Mistress presents"

'SOMEWHERE, TRAPPED IN TIME'


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This novel focuses on Mystery, so expect that this is a different love story to what you guys expecting. In later ARCS it will focus on Time Traveling and Reincarnation, so it is not just the typical love story, but many turns. Still, I hope you guys enjoy reading it!


Also, this novel has MATURE CONTENT with our couples, so you were been warned... hehe

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Just as Song Shuhang fell into thought, several figures riding horses appeared in the distance, approaching them across the desert.
The person leading the riders was Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven!
Not only that, the five figures by Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven's side successively became clearer... and all of them turned out to be a Scarlet Heaven too. However, those five figures appeared to be younger versions of Scarlet Heaven.
Finally, a team of thousands of people appeared. Similar to before, each of those people was Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven, but younger, about 16 years old, and they each held various long weapons in their hands.
"Our opponent is an army of Daoist Priests Scarlet Heaven?" The corners of Song Shuhang's mouth twitched.
What was going on here? Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven was a powerhouse that had lived during the ancient era, and the language of the ancient era could even be considered his native language.
On their side, the most formidable person they had for speaking the language of the ancient era could only say 10 phrases.
Weren't they getting bullied too much here?!
Of course, these 'Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven' in front of them were definitely not his real body; he should have only set up some magical technique inside the barrier gate.
❄️❄️❄️
After the army of Daoist Priests Scarlet Heaven appeared, another army spawned behind Song Shuhang and the others.
There were 300 Song Shuhangs, 300 Su Clan's Sixteens, 100 Shis, 100 Little Cais, 100 humanoid Lady Onions, 50 puppets, and 50 virtuous lamias.
Their army totaled 1,000 units.
However, each of the soldiers and horses on their side had no weapons at all—not even a stick.
Their momentum was ten times weaker than the other party's!
What's up with these soldiers?
Hold on... could these soldiers be the [health bar]?
Song Shuhang sighed. "There's still a great difference between our momentum and theirs." They had already lost before the battle had even begun.
Shi earnestly said, "It's better to tell you in advance, Senior Brother Song, but I only know three phrases in the language of the ancient era." 
Su Clan's Sixteen added, "I only know two phrases." 
Little Cai said, "Are we going to surrender?" 
Lady Onion raised her head, and asked, "Can I switch to the other camp?" 
Song Shuhang responded, "It's impossible to switch teams now. Get ready, the game is about to start."
...If they could change teams, then he would also choose to jump to the other side.
Over at the other side, the Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven that led the group rolled his tongue, and shouted, "¥@#". Along with his call, the 1,000 other Daoist Priests Scarlet Heaven behind him held up their weapons and charged forward to attack.
Song Shuhang said, "What did he say?" 
Loli Shi raised her hand happily. "I know! He was greeting us, what he said can be interpreted as 'Hi~ How are you?'. We only have to respond to him. That's exactly one of the three sentences I know."
Song Shuhang said, "Then, can you handle it?" 
Shi: "No problem... ¥@#!"
After Shi finished responding, the mixed army behind them took a step forward with extraordinary momentum. Though they were barehanded, they roared gloriously.
Song Shuhang and the others looked at their soldiers, who were modeled after them, scream, feeling strange on the inside.
The first wave of dialogue between the two sides was completed, and they were now tied.
Next, the soldiers behind the two sides began to charge forward.
1,000 young versions of 'Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven' armed with long weapons launched an attack towards Song Shuhang and the others. As for the 1,000 soldiers in the mixed army, they showed no weakness, either, and roared as they charged forward with nothing in their hands.
To be honest, although Song Shuhang's team was not uniform, it was much nicer to look at. There were young girls, lolis, sexy lady onions, lamias, beautiful puppets, as well as little monster birds on top of their heads.
The soldiers on both sides charged forward, looking like they were immediately about to engage in slaughter.
Song Shuhang said, "The other side isn't replying?" 
Su Clan's Sixteen said, "Is it our turn to be on the offense? In a turn-based system, the opponent has already finished their attack, and we were able to counter it. Perhaps it's our turn to start the attack?"
Song Shuhang said, "I guess we can try it out? What should we say after having finished initial greetings?"
Lady Onion replied, "After greeting one another, the next thing to say should be [Pleased to meet you] or [Have you eaten] or something, right?" 
Su Clan's Sixteen said, "We can go with that. I can say [Pleased to meet you], so I'll handle it this time."
"Okay, then it's up to you!" Song Shuhang said.
...It felt like they were a group of trash vs elite students.
Su Clan's Sixteen said, "々★◎□℃＠§"
This sentence meant 'Pleased to meet you'.
After saying that, the Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven which led the other side immediately replied with a long phrase in the language of the ancient era. His tongue had rolled so tremendously that Song Shuhang was worried that it would cramp.
"What did he say?" Song Shuhang's face showed confusion—although he claimed to be someone who had mastered 10 phrases in the language of the ancient era, the 10 phrases he knew were of the 'Thousand Character Classic' and were not used in daily life.
Su Clan's Sixteen shrugged her shoulders, and said, "The first half of his reply should have meant 'I'm also glad to see you'. As for the second half, I didn't understand it. I guess he launched a counterattack? After he successfully defended, he should have directly begun his offense." 
Song Shuhang asked, "Shi, did you understand him?" 
Shi also shook his head. "I didn't, but the other party's version of the language of the ancient era is really authentic. Their pronunciation is amazing and truly of the standard."
Was this the time to admire the other party's pronunciation? Song Shuhang sighed and looked at his other teammates.
Lady Onion and Little Cai were there just for show. As for the virtuous lamia... forget it.
It seemed that the only one who could reverse the current situation was the puppet!
As Song Shuhang had taken too long to reply... On the battlefield, the 1,000 Daoist Priests Scarlet Heaven that wielded long weapons had launched a fierce attack, causing the 1,000 soldiers in the mixed army modeled after Song Shuhang, Su Clan's Sixteen, Shi, and the others to be immediately beaten down, and end up crying for their parents as they fell apart.
Song Shuhang stared intently at the puppet. It's up to you, high-quality puppet!
The puppet's eyes shone, and she nodded strongly.
Then, under Song Shuhang's gaze, she slowly but surely crouched down, brought her hands above her head, and covered it. Finally, her figure began to tremble rhythmically.
It was the high-quality puppet's surekill technique—holding one's head and squatting down.
Song Shuhang felt an especially strong bitterness in his heart plus liver pain.
I was actually stupid enough to place all my trust in this puppet that likes to hold its head and squat down.
There was simply nothing else he could do. At this moment, he could rely only on himself.
Song Shuhang said, "We can only make a guess, then. Generally speaking, after [I'm glad to meet you], what would the other party say?" 
Just as he finished talking...
Beside him, the virtuous lamia screamed: "Aaaahhhhh~!"
Then, she fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The worst part of this all was that the scream of the virtuous lamia seemed to have been accepted as an answer.
And this answer, due to obviously having the wrong pronunciation, couldn't be used.
In the next moment, the mixed army on Song Shuhang's side was beaten up.
The 'Song Shuhang Army', who had rushed forward, was beaten without mercy. As he watched more than 300 guys who looked exactly the same as him being beaten up and getting hit by the long weapons, Song Shuhang's heart went cold.
The Su Clan's Sixteen Army, Shi Army, and Lady Onion Army also got beaten down in large numbers.
Little Cai was shot down from the air.
The virtuous lamia's strength had backfired on her teammates.
Lady Onion asked, "Should we retreat first?"
Seeing that large number of Lady Onions getting beaten, her green onion roots couldn't help but feel pained.
"Once we retreat, we would be chased by the other party, which would simply lead to even greater casualties. It would be great if I had a dictionary now." Song Shuhang touched the 'Learning God System' tattoo on his upper waist, but the system did not activate.
Song Shuhang asked, "Is it our turn to attack now?" 
"I don't know, but we can try," Shi said. "What should we say this time?"
"I'll go this time, though it will be slightly troublesome." Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and then loudly recited the first phrase in the 'Thousand Character Classic' of the ancient era. "(In ancient language) The sky was black and earth yellow. The universe, vast and limitless..."
Come, reply with the next parts of the Thousand Character Classic~ In this way, with me knowing 10 phrases from the 'Thousand Character Classic', I will at least be able to handle five rounds.
As Song Shuhang had hoped, the other party began to recite the Thousand Character Classic.
The Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven in the lead opened his mouth, and then began to quickly and loudly recite, "The sun rises and sets, the moon full or parsed. Stars and residences spread all over. Cold and heat come and go. Autumn's harvest, Winter's keep. The time fixed to a year. Everything attuned to balance… "
Blablabla~ His mouth didn't stop.
His face didn't go red, nor did he have to stop to breathe… but he recited the entire ❮Thousand Character Classic❯ in one breath, and did not give Song Shuhang a chance to reply at all!
Song Shuhang immediately knelt down. He originally thought that he could at least handle five rounds with his knowledge of 10 phrases from the Thousand Character Classic. Unexpectedly, the opponent did not play according to the script, and went directly to the end as he recited the entire Thousand Character Classic.
It was too cruel.
As a result, the mixed army on Song Shuhang's side was beaten black and blue by the thousand-man 'Scarlet Heaven Army', suffering heavy casualties.
In no more than 10 breaths...
The mixed army was crushed and none were left alive. Whether it was the little birds, the girls, the lolis, the monster onions, the puppets, or the snake girls, they had all been ruthlessly slain.
"Watching 100 of myself getting killed makes my heart feel really tired." Shi sighed. She felt that she was going to have nightmares for a few days.
Song Shuhang comforted, "You were lucky. There were 300 of me, and they all died. Moreover, mine were the first to get stabbed and killed in a variety of ways."
Su Clan's Sixteen asked, "Have we lost?" 
Song Shuhang nodded, and said, "Definitely. Is there going to be a punishment?"
While they were talking, the 'Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven' that led the other side nodded slightly at Song Shuhang and the others, and he even smiled at Lady Onion.
In the next moment, the entire Scarlet Heaven Army dissipated and disappeared.
It was game over.
Song Shuhang and the others' consciousness fell into a trance.
Then, they returned to their bodies. When they opened their eyes, they were still in front of the barrier gate.
❄️❄️❄️
"There's no punishment." Su Clan's Sixteen inspected her body once over and found no abnormalities.
Lady Onion said, "It's just a small game, after all. Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven is the master who planted me. He is a very gentle and kind person, and his large hands are especially warm." 
"And it was that gentle and kind master of yours that crushed our mixed army, torturing to death and cruelly killing all of them off," Little Cai said with tears in her eyes. 
Lady Onion: "..."
At this time, Song Shuhang rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "This game not only doesn't have any punishment, but it actually gave us benefits. I feel that my mental energy has increased. Perhaps the longer we persist in the game, the greater the gains?"
Shi happily said, "My mental energy really did increase a bit. Should we go in and play the word game again?"
Strengthening one's mental energy was a very boring process, so they couldn't pass on this opportunity.
Little Cai and Lady Onion's eyes also brightened up.
"Then... I guess we're sticking with that," Su Clan's Sixteen said as a silver light emerged deep in her eyes.
"Before we go in again, should we increase our knowledge?" Song Shuhang said. He had the 'Learning God System', which could strengthen him up and make him learn a few phrases in the language of the ancient era.
Moreover, he already had a strategy to go with in mind.
The barrier here should have been built when Lady Onion was planted—calculating the time, it should have been about 500-600 years ago. At that time, the ❮Thousand Character Classic❯ had already been created, so 'Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven' in the game could easily recite the entire classic in one breath.
Therefore, if he wanted to make the 'Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven' in the game helpless, it was actually very simple—they just had to pick some modern poems or online jokes and translate them into the language of the ancient era, and then say them in the game.
For example, [Facing the Sea While Spring Blossoms], [Nostalgia Was a Tiny, Tiny Stamp] and other modern poems, and so on. The Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven in the game shouldn't be able to respond as well as before.
Or perhaps, they could play a quiz game... like what comes after the sentence [set a small goal first]? Or [how can a friendship boat flip over]?
It could even be a question on knowledge such as calculus, the principles behind digital television, computer programming, etc. These should only be knowledge that appeared in the past several centuries...
All in all, he planned on using knowledge that had appeared in the past 300 years to give the Daoist Priest 'Scarlet Heaven' in the game a difficult time.
Loli Shi said, "However, Senior Brother Song, even if we temporarily study the language of the ancient era, it would be hard to learn a few phrases, and even more so when it comes to pronunciation." 
The language of the ancient era was different from modern languages, and it wasn't just a language.
For example, using the language of the ancient era to cast a technique would result in much greater power than when one used a language of the modern era to cast the same technique.
Therefore, even if a cultivator had a strong memory, it was still difficult to learn the language ​​of the ancient era.
Su Clan's Sixteen said, "Shi has a point... We don't have to rush to study. This time, let me try to use a secret treasure first." 
Song Shuhang curiously asked, "What secret treasure?" 
"A secret treasure that allows me to use the language of the ancient era ​​for a short time, but I have to prepare for quite a while before using it, so I wasn't able to use it just now." Su Clan's Sixteen blinked, and a silver light shone deep within her eyes.
"There's such a convenient secret treasure? Then, let's go and give the game another try. Sixteen, you can try to use knowledge of modern poems, online jokes, or even calculus and computer programming and so on to throw off the 'Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven' in the game."
"Alright," Su Clan's Sixteen said.
Then, she reached out and touched the barrier gate. She opened her mouth, and said "Yes" using the language of the ancient era.
Just when Sixteen touched the barrier gate, the gate suddenly disappeared...


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

Cristiano Ronaldo finished his one-day vacation near Albania after the World Cup European Qualifier.

 Then he entered Madrid, Spain.

 Until July 1st, he was a member of Manchester United, but the transfer was already confirmed and it was a time to officially announce it.

 It was a historic moment.

 The airport was filled with innumerable crowds, and only 800 troops were mobilized throughout the airport to maintain security.

 "Ooh oh oh oh oh!"

 "Ronaldo!  Ronaldo! "

 Squeaky voice is the default.

 Hundreds of different pockets welcome Ronaldo around the arrival gate.

 Ronaldo entered the entry gate and stopped walking with an unbelievable look.

 I didn't think so many people would come.

 'Too many Madrid fans wanted me.'

 He was a madridista who once dreamed of seeing Real Madrid.

 All of this was like a dream as I wanted to join Real Madrid since childhood.

 'Now it's my turn to give them a dream.'

 I was grateful to shake my hands in all directions and it was time to move again.

 "···!"

 Ronaldo's pupils shook.

 While I was reading a packet quickly on the way, I saw a few phrases that made a strong impression.

 [RONALDO, Thank you for Being with WHY!]

 '우호영.'

 Woo Ho Young, WHY.

 Real Madrid fans simply call Hoyoung's name.

 That meant that I thanked you for coming to Madrid and with Woo Young.

 'Hmm···.'

 It was strange that I should see Woo Ho Young's name at the welcome ceremony.

 It wasn't just one or two such pockets.

 Woohoyoung was going to eat a pot of rice in the future, but somehow I already felt rejected.

 Champions League Final.

 Woo Ho-young, who was there, was uncomfortable and awkward for Ronaldo.

 Moreover, as the media always compares the two, a competitive landscape has been formed.

 Meanwhile, one of Parkett's words caught Ronaldo's attention.

 [RONALDO X WHY, Dos soles debajo del Real Madrid!]

 The jacket means 'two suns under Ronaldo, Woo Ho Young and Real Madrid!'

 This is how the fans of Real Madrid now trust Woo-young.

 'Well, I knew it but ...

 How can there be two suns under one sky?

 Ronaldo didn't really like it.

 I wanted to be the main character of Real Madrid.

 However, Woo-young's existence was not very embarrassing.

 Rather, I was very interested in being able to compete with him.

 Ronaldo was such a competitive player.

 It was an admitting part of myself, and I also knew that it was the engine of growth.

 So when Kaka went to Real Madrid, there was no sense of regret.

 But Ho Young still remained as the "protagonist" of Real Madrid.

 So Ronaldo could have a strong aspiration.

 'It must be brought in three months.'

 I'll retake the hero.

 I decided to go to Santiago Bernabeu.

 The official joining ceremony was scheduled after July 2, so only a light official press conference was held today.

 This was the first question of reporter As, who was chosen as the first questioner.

 "Mr. Ronaldo, you finally fulfilled your childhood dreams.  How would you describe your transfer to Real Madrid?

 "Fantastic, just that."

 Charle-

 The flash went off, and the next question immediately followed.

 "It is known that you are going on a vacation for about a month.

 "Unfortunately that's not the case.  The treble I achieved in United was very hard.  So I think I want to rest this time. "

 Treble is Ronaldo who shows off his great cause.

 He continued without giving the reporter a chance to ask questions.

 "And I want to do the same with Real Madrid.  Right now I feel more pressured than when I was in United, but as always, I will do my best. "

 "Treble, you have a tremendous ambition?"

 "Real Madrid was the ambition of my life.  It's the same now.  I want to make this place my stage.  And I will make it that way. "

 "haha.  I think some people who are watching this press conference should be nervous. "

 Ronaldo refused to answer the question.

 It meant not accepting ambiguous questions that seemed to be aimed at someone.

 Then the reporter asked again.

 "I don't think many fans who are watching this press conference are going to be upset.  In fact, their desire is to win the Champions League.  If you weren't, there aren't many who think Real Madrid would have won this time.  Do you have anything to say to your fans about this? "

 This was also a difficult question.

 Still, to some extent already expected, Ronaldo was able to open his mouth.

 "One thing I can be sure of is that we are no longer former Real Madrid.  I will move on to a new look under a good bishop and colleagues.  Bishop Scolari is deeply involved with me.  He is a great bishop and he knows how to use me.  So I hope fans will take your time and watch it slowly.  My and our Real Madrid will do it. "

 It was a neat ambition, but he was willing to open a new era for Real Madrid.

 And the interview ended with a light question.

 "I heard that Alfredo Di Stefano's honorary chairman will be back next month when she comes back from vacation, is that true?  How are you feeling? "

 "Oh, it's just as trembling as I met United's Sir Bobbi Charlton.  My father, Alex Ferguson, always told me.  Stefano was his idol and advised him that he could learn a lot.  It is very significant that he asked me to see me separately.  I am willing to run whenever he calls. "

 "i See.  I hope to see you sooner than anyone else. "

 "Thank you."

 Real Madrid were due for a summer world tour this season.

 But this time I was planning to participate in a Peace Cup, so I was going to have a summer world tour in the US.

 And until early July, when the convocation was scheduled, honey-like holidays were given.

 This didn't mean every player was resting.

 In particular, Ho Young had a tight schedule.

 Late night.

 Ho Young was talking to Luci in the room.

 "I've been running for nine months just waiting for June, but it's not over yet."

 "Now it's a start.  Soccer players make extra income in the summer. "

 "How much do you roll me?"

 "You have to earn a salary!  Do you know how much Yu Woo-young's ransom is?  It has risen beyond comparison with the ice cream ads we had before.  And it will grow exponentially after the World Cup! "

 Lucci was in a state of excitement.

 In the preseason, you usually get a six-month, one-shot or one-year ad, because Ho-young has a huge opportunity this season.

 "Once confirmed, we will be filming sponsors in August, and we will have a schedule for the most famous radio show in Spain."

 Woo-young soon became the main target of adidas.

 This was a good treatment for the youngest Champions League scorer.

 "After that, agreement can be made according to Woo Woo-young's mind."

 "Isn't it better to have a sponsorship contract than a one-off?"

 "But that's a lot more work to do each year."

 Money or time?

 The choice was the favor.

 "Once you've heard all the terms and conditions, you'd better sign a good deal."

 "I agree!"

 "haha.  I stopped seeing Ms. Lucie now brightens her face a lot. "

 "I sighed at the end of the season.  There was a big event in the club, but ... as a result, it went well.  Regarding the penalty fee, I signed a re-contract with a satisfactory amount.  And all that's left now is

 "Now it's really important."

 Ho-young felt after seeing Ronaldo's press conference arriving in Madrid two days ago.

 Being a true colleague may take longer than you think.

 Lucie expressed his thoughts.

 "I've got Louis Scolari."

 "I think too.  I'm so stubborn and stubborn. "

 Ho Young knew well about him.

 This is because he was from Brazil and was a master of the World Cup.

 In addition, he took the baton of Real Madrid and interviewed him.

 I'm not afraid of star players.  If there's a player who breaks my words, I'd say it's Pele, but I'm going to take it out of the selection.  No one will blame me, but I can't change my mind.

 He also had a strong friendship with Ronaldo as he had been a Portuguese manager for a long time.

 Ho Young's position with Ronaldo wasn't overlapping, but it was annoying.

 "President Calderon seems to have decided to empower Ronaldo.  Ronaldo is actually a work of Perez, but before that, it was Calderon's work. "

 That was correct.

 Perez wasn't active in Ronaldo's first move, but he turned his back on Bodzin's constant request and Stefano's advice.

 "Oh.  When are you planning to enter Korea?  There are more than a hundred businesses that have requested ads. "

 "Huh ... so much?  Isn't it a uniform advertisement? "

 "There are only four uniform companies.  Isn't Woo Ho-young a teenager now?  That's natural. "

 Ho Young was creepy.

 I didn't know it was only in Madrid, but I didn't even imagine what would happen if I returned to Korea.

 "I haven't decided exactly yet, but maybe I'll be resting for about a week next week.  I decided to go on a family trip before my mother went to Paris. "

 "Then I know next week.  Please let me know as you plan later. "

 "Yeah.  Come with us and get some air. "

 But the schedule might have been pulled forward.

 Shortly thereafter, Hoyeong's cell phone had a Korean number on it.

 "Korea?  Who are you at this time? "

 "I do not know.  It's my first time to see you.  Are you Director Cha Beom-gon? "

 Ho Young flashed her eyes as soon as she answered the phone.

 It was because of the caller's gentle voice.

 -Uh, bye.  Are you Hoyoung?

 "Yes.  By the way? "

 -Uh, yeah.  nice to meet.  I'm Hur Sung-soo, do you know me?

 "!"

 Republic of Korea National Team Hur Sung-soo.

 Maybe this summer, one more schedule seemed to be created.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

"Man, you've become a doenjang doctor. How do you know such random stuff?"

Jongil became proud at Youngho's compliment.

"Dude, you need to study. I've been studying since I'm teaching Karajan about Korean fermented foods these days."

Sure enough, Karajan who had been listening to Jongil was putting her spoon in doenjang-jjigae. Jongil had been putting a lot of effort to make Karajan like Korean food. Living with foreigners needed effort due to the cultural differences. Youngho was the same. Whenever he missed Korean food, he just had to satisfy himself with instant ramen and kimchi. However, it changed after Insoo's parents moved to the farm. Insoo's mom felt bad for Youngho, who had not been eating well, so she had been providing meals for the farm family. Even though something like doenjang-jjigae could not be on the table often since the siblings hated the smell, she made it for special occasions like the barbecue party today.

"Mother, do you need more doenjang? Should I tell Yunush to send some more from Korea?"

"No, you don't need to go through the trouble. I brought enough for this year, and father had just planted beans in the garden. We'll be able to make our own deonjang next year."

"Mother, I'll get to see how doenjang is made because you're here."

"Phew, how did you manage to live here if you missed Korean food that much?"

"Mother, there are a hundred Koreans living scattered around Azerbaijan; you've got to make some more so we can provide doenjang under Zeynep Farm's name."

"Of course. There's not much I can do here but I'll cook a plenty of Korean food for you. All you guys need to do is stay healthy."

There were benefits that Youngho could enjoy while having elders in the farm. Insoo's parents were generous, since they had lived in a small rural town in Korea.

"Insoo. You've got to learn the Azerbaijani language and take your fiancé and parents for trips."

"Hey, I'm still busy learning English. You think I'd have time to learn Azerbaijani?"

"Study during the night, man. Don't just cuddle with your fiancé all night."

At Jongil's joke, Youngho slapped his back with full force. Jongil acted exaggeratedly, like he was dying in pain. Youngho stopped him because even though he said this in Korean, Karajan and Fatima could understand some Korean since they had been studying the language. Everybody laughed, including Szechenyi, which meant that they all understood.

The night of May was getting deeper.


***


Yaniv contacted Youngho with good news. He had received the approval of President Putin. The mission could only succeed with Russia's cooperation and President Putin thought it was a great opportunity to raise Russia's voice to Azerbaijan. Yaniv laughed, saying he was complimented by the president.

After hanging up the phone, Youngho immediately called Michael. Now that Azerbaijan's side was ready, they needed to let the other camp, the Armenian government, know. The place of the battle would be picked by Armenia.

The fake battle would work the same way as Pakistan and India's battles. To maintain the tension of the war, they would often fire cannonballs into each other's camp. Without making many casualties, they had been doing the same thing over and over for years. It was neither for a battle nor for a provocation. It was almost like a ceremony to show that they were still at war. Now, Armenian and Azerbaijan would be having a similar ceremony soon too at the borderline.

A few days later, a TV anchor was broadcasting the two countries colliding again. The camera showed exchanges of cannonballs and explosions, but no casualty list was reported. The people of Baku were somewhat stirred, but they were also relieved that the war was not expanding any further. The government also issued a statement that the frontline was stabilized and reassured the people to go back to work.
Michael, the director of the CIA's European chapter, called Youngho in excitement and said that the mission was a success. He promised Youngho a reward bonus since Youngho was the one who made it all possible.

From Panama, Edward also called Youngho to thank him. Although he still felt bitter toward his people, he was relieved that the war had not expanded. The situation of Nagorno-Karabakh was also getting better. At the borderline, they bought whatever they needed to continue to live on.

Because Youngho had been busy for the CIA's work, he called Mustafa in Turkey to buy grape plants for the new farm that he bought from Charles Wine Company. Knowing that Youngho had been working for Armenians, Mustafa gladly helped Youngho and did not forget to say to help more Armenians. He was pathetically patriotic. Armenians living outside the land supported the country unconditionally, but the government was putting up a show now to keep the support.

Youngho loved the Armenians' pure and compassionate attitudes, but he despised their politicians. He wondered where all the money remitted from overseas were used for. Of course, they would use the funds for strengthening their army, but the gap between the rich and the poor in Armenia was unbelievable. Youngho had seen so many luxury brands in the downtowns of Armenia, which generated the national income worth half of Azerbaijan's. It did not make sense when poor people were dying in poverty.


***


Yaniv from Volgograd visited Baku.

He came to oversee the construction of pipelines for oil production at the request of the Azerbaijani government. The deal for investment was already sealed, and he came to Baku to meet President Aliyev and give him a little gift. He was also recognized for his role behind the current mission, so President Aliyev also started looking at him highly.

Youngho was invited as well to the presidential palace because of Yaniv's recommendation. Although Yaniv could not say that Youngho was part of the mission, he could inform the president that Youngho was a great business partner and provider of wine. Yaniv complimented Youngho in front of President Aliyev. It was Youngho's third time meeting the president.

Now that he had a meal with the president, his status is Azerbaijan was lifted even higher. Policemen on the road even saluted Youngho when they saw Youngho's car. Korean corporations that made a foray into Azerbaijan were even being benefited by Youngho unwarily. Korean ambassadors in Korean embassy of Baku often came to Youngho to discuss the difficulties that Korean construction companies and corporations faced in Baku. If he could help solve the problems, Youngho called officials he knew to request resolutions to the problems, and they often granted his requests. Youngho tried his best to help Korean companies since he felt bad that Korea could only survive when businessmen worked hard enduring difficulties they faced in foreign lands. Therefore, Korean corporations usually sent presents to Youngho's farm in appreciation for his help.

Many of them also came to build great relations with Youngho because he was known to be a successful businessman in Baku, who even met the president personally multiple times. They were busy flattering Youngho. When they left the farm, Youngho did not forget to fill their cars with gifts of Korean foods and farm products because Youngho did not want to hear that he acted high and mighty to people for his high status in Azerbaijan.

Many representatives of Korean corporations visited Youngho's farm, and a lot of times, they had meals together with the visitors. Cha Insoo's mom and dad welcomed them because she liked hosting and sharing foods. They treated the guests as if they were their own children.

Moreover, they started learning Azerbaijani from the siblings. Every evening, the conference room in the management quarters got loud with their language class. Even nearing their sixties, their enthusiasm to learn the language was great. It seemed that they were frustrated with not being able to communicate with the farmers working on the farm. 

Since Cha Insoo was wholly focusing on the farm work, Youngho could move around freely without worrying about the business if needed.

Regarding Russian matters, Sergey often called Youngho to discuss any issues going around the nation. It was because he trusted Youngho's business insights. He asked for advice to see if he could make money out of different situations. Youngho also asked him to tell even any small piece of information for his business, but he was actually collecting money for the CIA. The quality of Youngho's information was great since he was meeting many high officials. The director, who was now promoted to chief manager, was a good information source for the Azerbaijani government's directions.

Now that Youngho had saved some money from distributing wine, he paid off the mortgage on the Charles company's farm early. He also planned to buy more oak tanks since he would be earning three million dollars from this year's profits. Youngho had not expected that he would make this much money from the farm when he started. After all, the spontaneous decision to install the wine production facility because of the Charles company's unethical business manner was beneficial to his farm.
This year, Youngho would be planting seedlings on the former Charles company's farm and it would make him even more money next year as he could produce double amount of wine. He decided to hire more local people for the farm for the expansion of the business. Also, if he hired more local people, he would have more influence and power in the Azerbaijani government.

However, Youngho's hasty actions were becoming another cause for other tradesmen's wrath. It was a mistake to have forgotten Baku's tradesmen's manners.

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.

Yoo Jonghyuk glared at me and said, "It is too unreasonable with your skills."

Messages poured in.

[Constellations who hate the Korean Peninsula are showing hatred.]

[The constellations who hate violence and slaughter are going crazy.]

[The constellations who hate the Korean Peninsula desires your death.]

I looked at the Japanese incarnations. Their sponsors were all people I knew. They had entered Bihyung's channel and drove someone I knew to death.

"I made a promise. Thus, I have to catch him."

"Promise?"

The first promise was to kill the dokkaebi and the second promise was to revive her. Finally, there was the third promise. It was this.

"I promised to get revenge on the constellations who killed her."

Yoo Jonghyuk probably understood from these words alone. Maybe in this world, only Yoo Jonghyuk could understand. Yoo Jonghyuk replied, "I can't concede because of that."

"...This bastard really doesn't understand."

We started moving as soon as we finished talking. The place where we were standing was destroyed and the head of the giant snake stared at us.

[The constellation 'Sovereign of Eight Heads' is furious!]

It was a fearsome presence. It wasn't just the body but the 'shadow' of the constellation. This much power was revealed despite only a handful of the probability constraints being lifted. 

This was the dignity of the 'narrative-grade'.  It was an opponent that I would've normally never dealt with.

「 Yamata no Orochi. He was interpreted as an evil spirit in ancient Japanese mythology. There is only one way to deal with him at this point. 」

I observed Yoo Jonghyuk's sword and said, "You have obtained the Totsuka-no-tsurugi."

In the original third regression, Yoo Jonghyuk didn't get the sword. It was probably because Yoo Jonghyuk had become stronger in this round.

Yoo Jonghyuk wondered, "...You know this sword."

"I know. It is a famous sword."

Totsuka-no-tsurugi. It was the sword used by Susanoo to cut down Yamata no Orochi. In other words, in a distant story, it defeated Yamata no Orochi once.

It was the same as Gyebaek and Ito. The history of 'defeat' was a fatal weakness for all beings made of stories. The eight heads cried at once and shed bloody tears.

[Cheeky...worms...]

Crazy... was he using his true voice?

[The exclusive skill, 'Fourth Wall' is strongly activated!]

The whole area was devastated with a single word. More than half the small people who heard it died of their internal organs rupturing. Lee Jihye and Lee Gilyoung coughed up blood and also collapsed. There were even disasters who bled after hearing the words.

Of course, I had the 'wall' and Yoo Jonghyuk's Mind Barrier had a high level so we could endure it.

"You don't speak well so shut up." I taunted him. However, the snake didn't use his true voice again. He didn't have sufficient permissions so using his true voice consumed a large amount of probability. Instead, his anger led to action.

The eight heads simultaneously breathed out fire, turning the area into a furnace. We quickly ran behind a wall. It was Yoo Jonghyuk who acted first.

[The character 'Yoo Jonghyuk' has used 'Giant Body Transformation Lv. 2!]

As expected, this skill had also been passed to him. I thought that I should learn this skill.

Yoo Jonghyuk's body swelled up he leapt into the air. Giant Body Transformation was a technique that temporarily exploded the latent power of a body to imitate the power of a giant.

For a short time, Yoo Jonghyuk's combat power would be even stronger than it was before he became a small person. The problem was the duration of the skill was only five minutes.

The power of Splitting the Sky filled Totsuka-no-tsurugi. Yoo Jonghyuk kicked off from the wall and rushed forward. Splitting the Sky reached a perfect state and gushed out from the ether blade.

Breaking the Sky Sword.

Vanish.

Splitting the Sky Desolation.

The flash of light that emerged from Yoo Jonghyuk's sword split into dozens of branches and struck the sword.

Gruesome black blood emerged from the wounds caused by Totsuka-no-tsurugi and one of the eight heads started to rot.

This was the only sword that could kill Yamata no Orochi. Yoo Jonghyuk wasn't a constellation so Stage Transformation didn't occur. Still, it was obvious that the sword was effective.

[The constellation 'Sovereign of Eight Heads' is howling.]

One head was cut off but Yamata no Orochi was still intact. In order to kill him, all eight heads must be cut off.

Yoo Jonghyuk didn't hesitate and jumped towards the second head. The battle was so gorgeous that no one could interrupt. It was amazing as Yoo Jonghyuk zigzagged to avoid  the heads and tail

The main character was the main character for a reason. Even so, a person like this died over a hundred times in Ways of Survival. Once again, this world was terrible.

"Kim Dokja! Are you going to just watch? Didn't you say you would catch him?"

Yoo Jonghyuk destroyed three heads in an instant and shouted towards me as he gasped. It seemed like he was losing steam?

I smiled and replied,  "Ah, I meant I would deal the final blow."

"You bastard!"

I leisurely managed my stamina and waited. It wasn't time yet.

On the other hand, Yoo Jonghyuk was in a hurry and squeezed all out all his fearsome strength at once to hit the other heads. In the process of cutting off the fourth head, Yoo Jonghyuk's 'Giant Body Transformation' was released.

Flames and poison poured out from the snake's heads at once. Yoo Jongyuk dodged with agile movements but couldn't escape being damaged by the tail.

[The character 'Yoo Jonghyuk' has used 'Strong Self-Defense Lv. 9'.]

Only the tip of the tail touched him but Yoo Jonghyuk's body was thrown back into the castle's wall. The bloody Yoo Jonghyuk emerged from the terrible dust clouds.

"Kim Dokja! Your help..."

"I'm going to act now."

"Stupid person! You can't do it alone! Back off now and later―"

"You've had a hard time. Now it is your turn to watch me."

The moment the remaining four heads gazed at me, I picked up Totsuka-no-tsurugi on the ground and ran towards Orochi.

[The number five bookmark has been activated.]

[Activation Time:  Three minutes.]

[Your understanding of the character is low, so only a part of the character's skill is activated.]

It was fine. This much was still good.

[The skill can only be used be a 'small person.']

[Your current body configuration is similar to the physical makeup of the character.]

I only needed one skill anyway.

[The level of the character is too high to fully reproduce the skill level.]

[The level of the skill being activated is forcibly adjusted.]

[The exclusive skill 'Electrification Lv. 10' is activated.]

「 The magnitude of the consciousness determines the degree of existence, making it possible for the smallest being to see the greatest universe. 」

The phrases left by Kyrgios in Ways of Survival passed through my head and the flow of magic power around me changed. The magic power soon became particles and the electrons that resonated with each other started to tremble violently.

「There is a beginning in existence, so the smallest is the greatest. 」

There was the sound of something popping deep in my mind. Maybe it was something like the coolness of the Big Bang. I opened my eyes and saw my body covered with a blue-white lightning. It was like I had become lightning.

The formidable power was wriggling inside me. It felt like I could do anything. If I wanted to penetrate the sky, I would penetrate the sky. If I wanted to separate the sea, I would do so. Then if I wanted to cut off this snake's head, I would cut it.

There was a roar as I took the first step. Then with the second step, I appeared right in front of the snake's neck. The third step caused the white lightning to scream in the area and then the fourth step...

I passed by Orochi, leaving a storm behind. My feet were damaged by the lightning and blood poured from my nose and mouth. My body stumbled like I was experiencing an electric shock.

I looked back and saw three snake heads falling to the ground. I drank a magic power recovery potion and the swelling in my hand decreased.

[The constellation 'Sovereign of Eight Heads' is shocked by your swordsmanship.]

In just a moment, Orochi had one head left and was floundering from the pain.

[The constellation 'Sovereign of Eight Heads' is questioning the fairness of the scenario!]

I laughed loudly. "...You are raising an issue of fairness?"

The duration of Electrification was three minutes but right now, my body couldn't take more than three steps. In other words, I had to kill him in three steps.

Sparks filled the air and then that damn voice was heard again. [Geez, a person of noble blood looks so ugly.]

I thought I would hear this voice. The intermediate dokkaebi Ganul was looking down at this place.

[...Ah, really. I can't just watch. This is a big problem.]

Unlike his words, he didn't seem to want to interfere.

[The constellation 'Sovereign of Eight Heads' is shouting with anger.]

[Hrmm, you can't make an impossible demand. As you can see, you've used up all the probability allowed in this scenario. 'They' can't lend you any more power.]

Yamata no Orochi's roar covered all of Peace Land. This must've been the first humiliation that the narrative-grade Yamata no Orochi had experienced.

Someone was always a spectacle. Now the victim of the spectacle was himself. He was filled with anger. There might be only one head left but Orochi's strength was increasing.

"Protect the king!" The confused Japanese incarnations ran forward. This was the power of the Absolute Throne.

I heard a message from the dokkaebi Youngki in my head.

-D-Dokja-ssi. The channel is about to burst. I will block the indirect messages for a while!

I was currently using the power of Kyrgios so all types of constellations would come to watch me.

"Stop!"

My party members regained their spirits and ran to stop the disasters. Lee Hyunsung barely raised his blood body while Gong Pildu supported them with gunfire.

Meanwhile, Yamata no Orochi was preparing for the final reversal.

[No, wait a minute! Hey Constellation! What are you doing...!]

An ominous current was appearing around Izumi's body, the incarnation of Yamata no Orochi. It was the sign of a probability storm. The panicked dokkaebi shouted.

[L-Look here! Turn back! The bureau! It is an emergency!]

It was a real disaster brought about by the desire not to be defeated by me. The dokkaebi belatedly used the system control but it was unfortunately too late.

The Great Hall opened in the wide sky.

I realized that Orochi had crossed the line. He even borrowed the probability that the supreme being granted to the Absolute Throne.

"Ahh, ah!"

Everyone held their breaths as they stared at the sky.

[Someone has interfered with the scenario system.]

Restless sensations were surging from the Great Hall. Chaos. Disorder. A void. It was the origin of all fear. This existence was lending its probability to Yamata no Orochi.

The shadow of the remaining snake head started to grow larger due to the probability. It grew bigger and bigger. It would grow until it covered the castle and the entire planet.

[Measuring... sword...!]

All beings, whether they were incarnations or small people, collapsed on the ground and groaned as they coughed up blood. The dreadful difference pressed heavily on my body. My knees were forced to the ground. Everything was the worst.

[Mere... hum...ans... going... against... a... great... star...!]

I instinctively realized. I couldn't win even if I used Electrification. At my level, I couldn't win even if I woke up the dead.

Nevertheless, I laughed. "You just made the worst mistake."

The Star Stream was about balance. If someone destroyed the probability then someone else would obtain it. Thus, the balance would now be adjusted. 

A fearsome aura was coming from a distance at a rapid pace. It wasn't Yamata no Orochi or the unknown god beyond the Great Hall. However, nobody here could ignore this arrogant existence.

[Since when could a god from another world intervene in the scenario?]

He was the absolute being born on this planet.

[Don't get involved in my planet's matters, if you don't want to confront me where my story began.]

The White Purity, Kyrgios Rodgraim.

[Get lost! Monster of this world!]

Lightning stretched out as Kyrgios soared towards the sky. It was a powerful force that wasn't pushed back at all by a narrative-grade constellation.

Kyrgios revealed his true strength and broke through the tentacles, forcibly closing the entrance of the Great Hall. Then Orochi's power started plummeting.

[This... ah... ah...! You...!]

I didn't miss this gap and used the remaining three steps. All the magic power in my body flowed towards Totsuka-no-tsurugi.

Then I saw the incarnation of Yamata no Orochi smiling at me. It was an expression that welcomed the long-awaited liberation. 

Killing one person to save other people's lives. The selfish sword moved and something rolled along the ground.

[You have killed a person.]

[You have been deprived of the title of 'King of No Killing'.]

The constellation of Yamata no Orochi blinked from the severe blow. There was a terrible scream and the shadow of the constellation started to scatter into ashes.

[An unbelievable feat has been accomplished.]

[You have hunted a 'King of Disasters' for the first time!]

[The script of the 'King of Disasters' descending in the scenario wasn't expected!]

[You have achieved a non-existent story.]

[Due to the completion of an impossible story, all dokkaebis of the Seoul Dome and Tokyo Dome will enter an emergency meeting.]

I looked up at the constellations shining in the sky. All of them wouldn't know. It was the feeling of a person running hard only to arrive at the starting point.

[Congratulations! The Star Stream has acknowledged your grade.]

[You have accomplished a total of four stories.]

The end of the sixth scenario. I finally arrived at the starting point towards the end I wanted.

[Now you must build your last story to become a constellation.]

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