The Chaos was the beginning of the Universal Worlds and Realms.

After billions and trillions of years, is the Chaos will become its end?





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I don't know mandarin, I'm not Chinese, but I like their stories about immortals, so I'm using Chinese names on this one.

English is not my main language, so if there's  mistakes in my grammar. I Apologize. 

I will not update everyday. At least 2 times a week at most, if not 3.

The power of the electric hotpot was turned up, and soon the bone broth bubbled again. The beef and mutton slices rolled about in the soup—it was steaming.
Li Du waved his hand. "Let's eat."
Without any hesitation, Godzilla took the ladle and scooped the meat into his big bowl. He had eaten hotpot with Li Du to a few times back in Flagstaff, and was familiar with the seasonings and how to go about it.
Big Quinn was more polite, nodding at Mrs. Li respectfully. "Madam, you first please."
Li Du translated, and Mrs. Li waved her hand. "You guys eat first, you guys eat first. So sorry to have caused all of you to be so tired today—"
Godzilla gulped loudly as he polished off the whole bowl of meat. His long arms stretched out to reach for the ladle as he added more scoops of meat into his bowl.
Mrs. Li had only been halfway through her sentence. "The first bowl—finished already?"
Godzilla answered her with his actions. He poured some sesame peanut sauce into his bowl, and after stirring it up, poured the meat directly into his open mouth.
He gulped. In a few seconds, another bowl of meat was devoured . . .
After chowing down three bowls of meat, there was only half the portion of simmered meat left in the huge hotpot. Only at this juncture did Godzilla pause and asked in puzzlement, "Why isn't everybody eating?"
Li Du laughed and said, "Eat all you want. There's definitely enough meat to go around!"
Godzilla stopped speaking after that. Since he'd started working for Li Du, he'd never been short of food and drink. Therefore, he had been very open in this regard. With no need for words, yet another bowl of meat was wolfed down.
At this time, the people sitting at the next table had noticed the speed at which he was eating. The people who were about to raise their cups to drink from were stunned and all turned their heads to look Godzilla as though they were watching a performance.
Mr. Li was mentally prepared; he had already witnessed Godzilla's prowess at the table the day before.
Big Quinn also had a large appetite, but he ate in a more refined manner. Godzilla usually chowed food down regardless of whether there was a storm brewing, as though he were a starving tiger.
Mrs. Li went to get another portion of sliced beef and mutton. By this time, all the meat in the hotpot had already been eaten up.
With no more meat to eat, Godzilla took a drink instead. He raised the bottle of beer and finished it in one gulp!
Many people on Mr. Li's table had begun to covet him. Someone said, "Old Sun, what did you say in the morning? That someone like him would be able to do many chores, right?"
"F*ck, who can afford to feed such a man? He could probably eat a whole tiger!"
"Able to eat and able to work is the same as able to work and able to eat."
That said, Godzilla's ability to eat was rather extraordinary. There were no chores to be done in Li Du's house for the next few days, and so he would go with Li Du to walk around. And of course, he did eat a lot.
Normally, when Mr.and Mrs. Li were home alone, they could barely finish ten kilograms of meat in a month.
Now that Li Du had come back with three other people, they would eat more than ten kilograms of meat a day. In order to cater to their taste buds, Mrs. Li usually bought beef and mutton.
The huge eaters were Godzilla and Big Quinn, especially Godzilla. He had a one-track mind and favored beef. Each meal would have him eating up to four kilograms worth of beef.
After a few days later, Mrs. Li got well-acquainted with the owner of the butchery. Later on, when she went to buy meat, the owner asked whether she was planning to start a spiced beef business . . .
The reason for Li Du's return was to spend the Spring Festival with his parents. To pass the time, he would bring Hans and the rest to the country and the market to walk around.
Other than walking around, there was really nothing else for him to do.
Those classmates and friends he was close to were all working in the city and not on break yet. There were several classmates and friends in the county but he was not as familiar with them and so they could not hang out together.
Hence, for the next few days, he rented a car and took Hans and the others around.
Li Du was worried about Hans being bored. He kept asking Hans where he wanted to go and where he wanted to explore. They had all the time and money to go wherever they wanted.
It was a new environment to Hans and so he had interest in everything and didn't find it boring. So when Li Du asked where he wanted to go, he told Li Du that he would leave it to him to arrange.
It was mid-January. Li Du had asked him where he wanted to go again, and contrary to past practice, Hans said, "Wo yao qu jin jing shi, qu jin jing shi fan da xue!"
Hans had said this sentence in Mandarin, catching Li Du by surprise. "When did you learn Mandarin? It's not bad, but I don't understand. Where did you say you want to go?"
"Jin jing shi fan da xue," Hans repeated.
Li Du finally understood. "Jin Jing Normal University, right? Why there? There aren't any scenic spots near the school."
Hans laughed but didn't explain, only urging him to go there.
Seeing Hans's coy expression, Li Du immediately guessed what was going on. "Have you been hooking up with some girl?"
Hans was furious. "What do you mean by hooking up? I got to know a Chinese teacher. I asked her to be my teacher, so I'm just going to meet her."
"How did you get to know her?"
Hans hemmed and hawed. "This is personal, I'm not telling you."
"This is my territory. You must listen to me. Otherwise, I will not take you."
After hearing this, Hans had no choice and so he muttered, "We met on that Wechat app you downloaded for me. She's a university student majoring in English, and I'm learning Mandarin from her."
Li Du stroked his chin and asked suspiciously, "Are you thinking of dating her? I told you not to mess around. This is China, the girls in my country are different from those in the US."
Hans rolled his eyes. "I never mess around, don't talk nonsense. I'm just learning Mandarin from her."
"Learning Mandarin—so is there a need for you two to meet?"
"Better to get to know each other, right? Are you taking me there or not? I tell ya, my Mandarin is now very good and I'm capable of grabbing a ride there myself!" Hans threatened.
Li Du reluctantly said, "Yes, yes, yes. You are. I can take you there, but you have to tell me the details."
Without holding anything back, Hans told Li Du all about how he'd ended up getting himself a Chinese teacher.
Almost a week ago, he'd gotten to know a pretty university student on the Internet. She was a top student majoring in English, and so had no difficulty in teaching him.
After chatting with her for two days, Hans thought she was very interesting and said he would like to learn Mandarin from her. The girl then joked that he would need to pay tuition fees.
Hans had asked her how much money she was charging, and her response was that given her high teaching standard, it would cost him 10,000 RMB. Without hesitation, Hans immediately transferred the 10,000 dollars via the chatting app . . . Ten thousand RMB was less than 2,000 US dollars. To a spendthrift like Hans, was this even money? 
Hans, who had been blessed with dashing good looks, had always maintained his good physique. Being humorous and chatty, and now that he'd demonstrated his extraordinary financial prowess, the girl was naturally very friendly to him.
The two grew in familiarity and agreed to meet up. The girl was more careful and had asked him to meet near the university. Hans didn't mind, and so he'd asked Li Du to take him there.
Li Du thought about it. "I see what's going on here. Are you sure you are only trying to make a friend and learn Mandarin at the same time?"
Hans snickered. "Well, if something romantic were to happen—"
"Then you better be prepared to marry her," Li Du interrupted.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

"I… I'm… I'm…" Dobin wanted to talk, but he was gasping for breath. Even after several tries, he never got a full sentence out. His face was so red that he looked like frozen shrimp ready to be served. 
Zuo Cidian listened carefully,and said to Hospital Director Bo, who was beside him. "Mister New York seems to be talking about us? Do Americans learn the common lingo among Chinese now when they learn Mandarin?"
Hospital Director Bo smiled unkindly, nodded at Zuo Cidian, and said, "Old Zuo, you are quite humorous when you try to be."
"When you deal with Americans, you have to be humorous, right? In their movies, even if they are busy, are in an intense situation, or in the middle of saving the Earth, they just have to crack a joke first." After Zuo Cidian finished, he called for an interpreter. "Tell him that I am a doctor of the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. Ask him if he is allergic to anything, if he is exposed to allergens, and what it might be."
The interpreter translated his words quickly, and he spoke in such a faltering manner that he could not quite convey the message. 
Zuo Cidian and the others were not in a hurry. They all looked at him calmly.
The tears in Dobin's eyes were about to flow out as he shook his head vigorously.
"Raise a finger if you did not touch an allergen. If you're not sure, raise up two fingers. If you've had a similar situation before, three fingers," Hospital Director Bo looked at Dobin who had trouble breathing. He decided to give him a multiple-choice question.
Dobin shook his head in pain, then raised two of his fingers.
"Well, he doesn't seem to be useful to our cause. We can only rely on ourselves now," Hospital Director Bo mumbled in Mandarin, and he was not afraid that the interpreter might actually make a blunder and translate his words. 
"Find a flat place for him so that he can be in a semi-reclining position." A doctor came over to observe Dobin's condition and gave a suggestion.
Zuo Cidian said, "Lie on the ground? Hmm, someone, please find some cushions…"
"The floor is a little cold. We have to make sure he doesn't catch a cold." Another doctor by the side gave a thoughtful reminder. 
"It's better to lie on the table. It'll be easier to treat him. How about this bar? Is it too tall?"
"I think the table where they served cold dishes just now is good. But I am not certain if it would hold Mister New York's weight."
"Both of you, lift the table with the cold dishes over. Has anyone called the emergency number already?"
Dobin was surrounded by doctors, or at least, by medical-related people like Hospital Director Bo. With everyone giving out ideas on what to do, things were ultimately done in an orderly, calm, composed, relaxed, and leisurely way… 
In truth, changing the venue at that moment could lead to alarm and only attract more people's attention. Hence, the doctors conducted themselves in an organized fashion.
Hospital Director Bo, who could be considered half a host, was neither too nervous nor excited at this time.
At the same time, the doctors discussed. 
"Is it anxiety? It's said that there are a lot of patients with anxiety in America. They faint very easily. By the way, have you seen people with anxiety in China faint?"
"I haven't seen it before. There are also very few who end up like this when they have serious allergy reactions. If it's a very serious allergy, they should be dead by now."
"The most common one is still myocardial infarction, right? It's precisely because of the lack of serious allergic reactions that makes it hard to deal with this situation."
Most of the doctors spoke in Mandarin, some gathered together to speak English, and some of them spoke some strange languages mixed with English. For a while, they actually created a happy and harmonious atmosphere. The doctors were polite to each other, as if they were having a question and answer session during a seminar. There was no end to their discussion, and they were not in a hurry. 
As the patient, Dobin was a little anxious. His hands were clasped around his neck, and he was about to faint as he had trouble breathing, but since he had not fainted yet, he was a little used to his current posture. 
"It is now generally recommended for you to not press down on your neck." A doctor came up and pulled Dobbin's hand off his neck.
Dobin rolled his eyes and stared at the doctor. 
"Let me just take a look." A doctor took out his phone, switched on the torchlight app, and swung it.
Once he did this, he reminded the doctors to take out the medical supplies they always brought by their sides. 
Some doctors took out their stethoscopes from their shirt pockets.
Some doctors took out thermometers from the lining of their suits.
Some doctors took out a curved needle from a pocket of their suit pants.
And there were even doctors who brought out scissors from the pocket on the back of their pants. 
At that moment, Ling Ran appeared at the scene with Tian Qi. He silently handed out a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer
"I don't think we should wait for the ambulance. Maybe it's still stuck in traffic. Let's perform an intubation for Mister Dobin here," Zuo Cidian suggested proactively. 
Ling Ran agreed and said, "My tracheotomy pack…"
"Doctor Ling, here, take this." Huang Maoshi of Changxi Medical Company walked over with a majestic gait. His movements were like that of a model, which was something he had perfected during his years as a model. He handed over Ling Ran's tracheotomy pack with both hands.
"Oh, thank you." Ling Ran nodded at Huang Mao.
By his side were Mai Chun, whose expression had changed, and Yunli Medical Company's many pharmaceutical sales representatives.
"Get the defibrillator ready. Su Jiafu, anesthetize the patient. Zuo Cidian, get him into a supine position." Although tracheotomy was a small surgery that could be done by one person, Ling Ran still organized a small team to the best of his ability.
The process was smooth, and Zuo Cidian and Su Jiafu worked at a fast pace.
Yun Hua Hospital's current CPR team had always been composed of Zuo Cidian and the others. Now, they had daily training and had to use their skills on real patients. After Ling Ran gave his orders, his team used just dozens of seconds to make the full set of preparations. 
"I will be doing a tracheotomy," Ling Ran said to Tian Qi and started wearing gloves.
A small surgery like tracheotomy did not require the surgeon to wash his hands and all the other things required in an operating theater. Wearing gloves was actually really just to protect the doctor himself. 
"Okay," Tian Qi responded and stood next to him. She took out her phone and took a few photos.
At this time, Boss Shao came over and looked at the red-faced Dobin. He clicked his tongue. "You sure are unlucky. If this happened in my restaurant, I would have fixed up a treatment spot for you in minutes. But that's just how Prosperous Fountain is. Although it's very large in scale and it can do many things, it's really lacking when it comes to basic medical treatment."
As he spoke, Boss Shao also took out his phone and took several photos of Dobin. He then sent it to his Circle of Friends. [When going out, it's hard to avoid trouble. At this time, it's very necessary to find a shop with complete facilities, especially medical facilities…]
After sending this to his Circle of Friends, Boss Shao's phone began to have messages pouring in to him. 
Boss Shao smiled and opened his WeChat leisurely before he stared at it with a grin. The surgery happening on the spot, however, did not make him excited. He could not understand what was going on, anyway. It was better to keep the camera focused on Ling Ran. 
The people continued talking at the far end of the banquet hall, and on this side of the banquet hall, the doctors watched the surgery as they talked. 
"The Americans' cardiovascular system is a mess."
"This doctor looks young, but his cardiovascular system is also pretty bad."
"I think this one did this to his cardiovascular system because of how much he stays up late, right? He's always gambling."
"Huh, how did you know?"


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Ameyoko, shopping street.
It was nearly the evening. The shopping street was even more lively than during the day. There were many people coming and going.
A transport truck stopped at the door of a shop. Several strong men unloaded the goods. One of the middle-aged men put down the iced seafood box and wiped his sweat. He just saw a teenager coming out of the street.
"Ah Yu, these fish are very fresh. We just returned from the wharf. Do you want to take a few to try?" The middle-aged man greeted him from far away.
"Thank you. Today, our old man didn't open the stove, I came out to find food." Xia Yu thanked him very politely. "Uncle Gu Cheng, suit yourself."
He kept walking with his hand in his pocket. 
Passing an old decorated pastry shop, an old lady who wore glasses smiled behind the counter. "Ah Yu, do you want a dorayaki? Today's red bean paste is very delicious."
"No, Grandma Kawashima, you said that people should have a good meal for dinner. I plan to go to dinner." Xia Yu waved to her and walked by. 
All along the way, Xia Yu received at least a dozen greetings. Every elder, male or female, had a smiling face, and it filled his heart with warmth.
He had lived on this shopping street for more than ten years. Some people came and some left. The Chinese restaurant of Xia's was always there. The old man did not have too many guests, but he was quite prestigious in the neighborhood. Perhaps it was because the old man often gave a hand to people who were in trouble. Over time, the old man became the default head of the street. 
Regardless of the former Xia Yu, or the Xia Yu who had changed his soul, his personality was always easy going, and he often helped. In addition, his appearance was not bad, so he was welcomed by this group of uncles and aunts. 
After ten years of development and expansion, the old shopping street had gained a great reputation even in the world. Xia Yu came out of the old block to the expanded new block. It was a completely different urban modern style.
The streets had become wider. The shops on both sides were stylishly decorated, with McDonald's and clothing stores.
Xia Yu randomly found a restaurant on the street. It seemed that this restaurant had just opened. There was a flower basket at the door and the ribbon on it that had not been cleaned.
"Starlight Revolving Western Restaurant?"
Reading the name of the restaurant on the signboard, he pushed open the door. A waitress immediately bowed ninety degrees with a professional smile. "Welcome. How many people?"
"One."
"Okay, please follow me."
The waitress brought Xia Yu to the dining table beside the French windows. There was a layer of transparent glass mirrors on the outside. It was a busy shopping street out there. The location he was seated was good, and Xia Yu did not want to change it. He ordered three western style dishes and intended to treat his taste buds.
In the past few days, he practiced Chinese cuisine recipes all day and almost vomited. In order to keep his freshness and enthusiasm for Chinese cuisine, Xia Yu decided to eat something else outside.
He did not want to go far, so he could only eat in the shopping street.
After ordering, Xia Yu looked around. The newly opened western restaurant was very quiet. Apart from his table, there were only two other tables.
One seemed to be tourists. Their voices were relatively loud, and the language seemed to be Mandarin. Xia Yu was interested and craned his ears. He listened to the young and beautiful female tourists sharing their excitement for today's journey. They were full of praise.
"Xiao Ya, the public review contains too little information about Japan's stations, and I can't search for any restaurant nearby. Hey, this was a mistake. When you come, you should check the Japanese food review app."
A female tourist with a face that was a little round and cute sighed.
"You just want to eat." Her companion was a goddess style beauty. She was wearing a dress which was elegant. She covered her mouth and smiled. "I heard that in Japan, as long as the store is open, the taste is not bad. This store is newly opened, and this place is prosperous. I think you don't need to worry."
Two Chinese girls who did not understand Japanese travelled freely like this?
Xia Yu's mouth twitched.
Nihon's law and order were good, but if you did not understand Japanese... The Nihon people's painful English accent would make you feel like it was useless to learn English for more than a decade.
Since he was the third table, the meal was slow, but Xia Yu was not in a hurry. He took out his phone and tweeted. He listened to the interesting conversation between the two Chinese girls.
"Idiot!"
The quiet atmosphere was broken when an angry yell suddenly rang through the restaurant.
A table of three male guests all stood up. Two waitresses hurried over and kept bowing and apologizing.
"Idiot, the taste of your dish is simply not right!" A middle-aged bald man in a suit pointed at the beef dish that had not been finished on the table. His face was full of anger. "Boeuf bourguignon is definitely not this taste. I want to complain about your restaurant!"
The middle-aged bald man pulled out his mobile phone and ignored the waitress' pleading.
The male employee at the cash desk ran into the back kitchen cleverly. After a while, the chef in a white chef's uniform appeared with sweat beads on his forehead. His face was eager. "Guest, I will cook another boeuf bourguignon for you until you are satisfied."
The middle-aged chef bowed ninety degrees, hanging his head for a long while without straight waist. "Please forgive me!"
The three male guests exchanged glances with each other. A tall young man with strong eyesight signalled the bald diner.
"No! I don't believe you!"
"I will complain to the Food Association. You are not qualified to open a store at all!"
"This kind of cooking will only tarnish the holy profession of chefs!"
The bald diner shouted, his finger jogging the keys on the phone screen, as if dialling someone.
The chef of the restaurant obviously had little experience in handling emergencies. He rushed forward to grab the arm of the bald diner, as if to grab a mobile phone. His face was flushed.
Two young strong men pulled the restaurant chef from behind, and a scuffle broke out. 
As for those two Chinese female tourists, they were scared. 
They could not understand Japanese, but they could feel the atmosphere of the restaurant's fierce competition.
"The taste of this boeuf bourguignon is above the standard line. You can go to complain. When people from the Food Association come, and they will still pass the assessment."
A quiet voice abruptly sounded.
However, no one cared about his words in the chaos.
Xia Yu put his hands in his trouser pockets, frowned slightly, and said to the waitresses who were panicking beside him, "Pull your chef away..."
The panicked waitresses subconsciously followed his instructions and pulled away the middle-aged chef.
"Calm down!" Xia Yu patted the head of the chef. The scene looked a little funny. A 16-year-old boy was much more mature and stable than the middle-aged chef.
Seeing the middle-aged chef calming down, Xia Yu repeated what he just said. "I can guarantee that this boeuf bourguignon is above the standard line. You must calm down and not fall into the trap."


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

The Chinese government had been recognized by the international community for 60 years, but when the Republic was first established, it was isolated by the Western society for a long time because of sensitive issues like ideology.
Adding to the fact that China had a weak national strength at that time, the keynote of their diplomacy was mostly based on forbearance and magnanimity. When there was a visit from the so-called 'international friends,' whether it was official or with a separate connection, the Chinese government would welcome and entertain them enthusiastically, with all expenses paid.
Later on, as the country's strength gradually restored, and as China regained its dominant position in Asia, China slowly began to take stringent measures and uncompromising stand in diplomacy. When foreign guests visited, they started to entertain per international practice, an 'economic inspection team' where Zhang Lisheng had mingled should have long paid for their own expenses. 
However, it was different this time.
After the 'winter riots,' under the pressure of 'Atlantis,' both countries with the strongest and only harmless foreign worlds, the United States of America and the Republic of China, quickly entered a 'honeymoon period.' As a result, when the Chinese economic and trade inspection team visited the US, the White House had unexpectedly and strangely paid all their necessities and food in the name of 'national security spending.'
In this way, according to the Chinese habit of giving as good as the one obtained, the return visit expenses of the US entrepreneurs were naturally born by the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This was only a trivial matter, but if one looked closely at the delicate position of the exchanges between these two major powers, along with the impact of the relationship between nations on Earth brought by the aliens, this gave much food for thought.
Of course, it was nice to have somebody pay for their own expenses. Still, in this way, it was impossible for Zhang Lisheng—who joined the delegation at the last moment, and had LS company under his name which was an unremarkable company among other well-known multinational companies such as Mobil Energy, Microsoft, and Google Network—to stay in the best presidential suite in the Beijing Hotel according to his usual habit. Not to mention, he came here all alone. Being able to stay in a 70-square-meter superior suite in Block A was already a deliberate consideration arranged by the personnel Ministry of Foreign Affairs for showing respect to Guo Caiying's accompaniment. 
It was already 2 in the morning when they received the room card for their accommodation. Now that they were back in China, of course it was impossible for Guo Caiying, who naturally feel restraint as a central ministry cadre in front of her colleagues, to accompany Zhang Lisheng back to the room at this time. She could only bid goodbye reluctantly with him in the hotel lobby and exhorted the young man, both deliberately and unintentionally, to learn Mandarin as soon as possible before she left.
Zhang Lisheng shrugged and agreed to it, before bringing his few items of luggage to his own room, under the enthusiastic guidance of the server. After having a hot bath, he sat cross-legged on the big bed, turned on the television, and switched the channel to CCTV news that was broadcasting the midnight news, before imitating the news anchor's accent.
This was a straightforward trick. Seven to eight years ago, when the young man was still studying in middle school in Qu County Western Sichuan province, one of his female schoolmates, whose family had made a fortune by selling mountain goods, had entered a high school in the city by pulling some strings and had studied arts ever since had managed to turn her local dialect into a strange but fluent Sichuan Mandarin within a short period.
Compared to a mountain village girl, Zhang Lisheng, who was already talented in linguistic and was now only a half step away from becoming a true god, of course, had an ability and wisdom that were ten thousand times stronger, but even so, it was hard to alter his local dialect. After a whole night of hard work and switching different channels continuously, he stared at the news and parroted them for six to seven hours. Although he was starting to be fluent now, his accent was still very localized.
At this time, the weakness of the magical Eternal Comprehension Spell that could not alter a language or text that had already been mastered was fully exposed to him. However, as the saying would go, 'beggars can't be choosers.' Such an accent was already enough for this conceited and confident young man.
"I actually managed to learn Mandarin in one night! Senior Sister will definitely be shocked when she sees me next time," Zhang Lisheng turned off the television at dawn and opened the curtains to look at the misty city as he muttered to himself.
Unfortunately, in the next two days, he did not get a chance to show off at all. As Guo Caiying had already said, she did not have time to meet the young man at all. Instead, many senior Chinese officials came to see him, and of course, it was all together with all the returning entrepreneurs.
Although the highest-ranking officials he met had already reached the stage of Vice Premier State Council, who was even a member of the standing committee in the political bureau that had the highest power combination in China, Zhang Lisheng did not show any particular kind of goodwill in public.
On the contrary, this Vice Premier in charge of the economy was very interested in this young man who spoke in awkward Mandarin and who appeared to be extremely young in the delegation. He took the initiative to ask questions and talked with Zhang Lisheng many times instead.
Two days passed in a blink of an eye. After all welcome meetings had ended, Guo Caiying called Zhang Lisheng and told him that it would take another two days for her to meet him since she had too many unfinished works that piled up because of her business trip in New York. "I've been working overtime in the past two days until ten o'clock in the evening. My colleagues in the office have already complained because of this. I'm sure they're gonna rebel now if I don't get off work on time today. I really didn't expect to have so many documents piling up, waiting for me to process in this less than two weeks trip. I usually find written reports and organizing tasks as very relaxing, but everything is in such havoc now that there are so many things to do. I'm sorry, Junior Brother, you need to go roam around in Beijing yourself for the next two days again."
"It's alright, Senior Sister. I just didn't think that you'd be so serious in work, to the point where other people would actually oppose to you working overtime," It was noontime. Zhang Lisheng, who was strolling around in the streets of Beijing, while spotting a rare blue sky and white clouds, said jokingly.
"Do you think that it's still the 'Red Revolution' era in the 1960s and 1970s where one could randomly go pin labels on others based on their working attitude? Who doesn't pay attention to individual right now, I ask you? Even old qualified investigators would not back down on this."
Zhang Lisheng did not understand that the so-called 'old qualified investigators' actually referred to government officials who were close to retiring in the Chinese government and did not have any executive positions at the administrative level. Most of these people were in the central ministries, but they only had empty ranks despite working hard for their entire lifetime. In actual fact, they were still at the bottom of the organization with no future but was smooth and slick when it came to experience. Naturally, they gave no heed to other people's authority over themselves.
However, the young man did not ask and merely said with a smile, "In that case, your work seems to be much harder than I imagined. I won't bother you then, see you!"
"See you, Junior Brother. Oh yeah, you can go to Gui Street to have a look if you're bored at night. It's not far from the Beijing Hotel and is just in front of Dongzhimen. If you take a taxi, it'll only take you… Ah, forget it, you don't care about money anyway. Yeah, it's impressive there, but remember the same old reminder: don't get into a conflict with other people."
"Senior Sister, am I a barbarian who has feathers on my head with my bottom half of body wrapped in leaves in your eyes?"
"Of course not. You're much more sly, cruel, and aggressive than those people you speak of. See you on the day after tomorrow, Junior Brother," The girl hung up after saying so.
"Sly, cruel, and aggressive… Well, I would have long become ashes if I weren't so," The young man was stunned before muttering and putting his phone away. At once, he fell into a daze and looked around him.
In front of him was both old and young city filled with blue brick buildings and skyscrapers, spacious roads, and narrow alleys.
The population of this cosmopolitan city like that of New York and was similarly open too. However, maybe because it was the fact that the redheaded white-skinned Atlanteans could still be seen everywhere on the streets; and that Zhang Lisheng had not encountered any single demonstrators despite strolling an entire afternoon yesterday, this city gave Zhang Lisheng a more orderly feeling. Such feeling inexplicably affected his mood to become slightly depressed.
"Young man, you're looking for Tiananmen, right? You only have to turn left and walk till you reach a junction, then go to the bus stop to take a bus numbered 67. After three stops, get down from that bus and walk for several hundred meters straight, and you'll arrive there," An old man who was wearing a tender, green sportswear while carrying a sword on his back walked past the young man and stopped to say kindly when he saw the young man looking around.
"Sir, I'm not going to Tiananmen, but thank you," Zhang Lisheng snapped back to reality and burst out into a chuckle before replying with gratitude.
Actually, he had nothing to do at this time, so his brain somehow wandered on the incident of how the Gate of Dao's disciples wanting to acquire the Yingzhou paradise when they were on the way to Beijing. After pondering a while, he asked, "Do you know any well-known temple or Taoist abbey around here?"
"Well, the biggest and most famous temple in the entire Beijing City would be none other than the White Cloud Temple Gompa in the suburbs. The other small Four Olds has been changed into private houses already," Something seemed to have reminded the old man, causing him to muse with slight emotions.
"Thank you," After thanking him again, the young man strolled forward and came to the bus station. He waved to stop a taxi to aid him from going to the suburbs, so he could visit the temple for a stroll. He thought that he would just view it as a mere visit if he could not come across any Gate of Dao's disciples.
However, it was lunchtime now, so no vehicle stopped for him despite waiting for over ten minutes.
"What the hell? I can't even stop a taxi? Is this even an international metropolis…" Frustrated, Zhang Lisheng secretly groaned, but at this moment, a taxi suddenly flashed its signal and stopped beside him.
The young man breathed a relief happily. When he was about to walk into the back of the car by walking past the front door, a sturdy young man behind him rushed forward to open the door and jump in before stretching a neck out and said, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Follow that car! Xu Liang they all must have reached the hotel already! I'm starving, hurry up…"
"Sir, this is the taxi I stopped." The young man was stunned. Patting the young man's extended shoulder, he said.
"Watch where you're touching! Why the hell are you touching me?" When the young man heard Zhang Lisheng's characteristic Sichuan Mandarin, he glanced up at him and said with a curled lips, "You wanna say that it's your taxi? Well, in that case, call it and see if it will answer you or not?!"
When Zhang Lisheng saw how unreasonable this young man was, he recalled the colored people in New York's ghetto and just spoke with a smile, "Idiots are really everywhere…"
Without warning, he reached out a hand to grab the young man's nape.
When his spine clenched, the young man immediately felt weak as he slumped down like all of his bones had melted. At the same time, he was in so much pain that he felt like he was going to die.
The next instant, he felt a considerable force pulling his neck out. Sensing that he would be thrown out of the window before being thrown on the ground till his head cracked open bloodily, fear, terror, and anger rose in his heart, but he could not even struggle.


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

Henry Abbe had a fashionable Chinese name - Henry Wang.
It was a meaningful name to him. When he had just arrived in China, he didn't know what kind of name he wanted to have. At the same time, he wanted a powerful surname. He had been seeing the surname 'Wang' on the news frequently and he felt that this surname was definitely something special. Hence, he gave himself a 'Wang' in his name.
Those that knew him well addressed him as Elder Wang.
Each time a Chinese addressed him, they would smile at him. He felt that the Chinese were friendly like the people mentioned in the ancient stories.
However, what he didn't understand was that whenever he wanted to stay with a friend, the males would always reject him as if he was a ghost. That left him confused.
In the end, he found out the reason from his friend. People were afraid of staying with those that had the surname 'Wang'. That was because the surname was too powerful and people felt pressured.
Henry Wang stood before a stall and looked at it. The shop owner had great skills and a lot of tricks. Then, he shook his head because the aroma and looks of the food were too unbearable.
Perhaps the taste would be amazing as well, however, it was still not as good as what he had dreamed about.
Was he really not going to find amazing food?
Those that were awarded the Michelin Star were food from exquisite stalls. However, this situation was pretty scary to those rating the stalls. They had been trying to develop a new scoring matrix to stop awarding Michelin stars to exquisitely designed stalls. What they really wanted to find was something that had an unforgettable taste.
When he was prepared to leave, a conversation between two Chinese youngsters attracted his attention.
"Sigh, I really want to eat Master Lin's scallion pancakes but it's a pity that they're so difficult to buy."
"Me too. They only sell ten scallion pancakes every day and the queue is so long. If only he increased the daily limit."
"Dream on. The taste of Master Lin's scallion pancakes is really the most unforgettable delicacy in my whole life. As long as I can eat it once, I would be satisfied for the rest of my life."
…
Henry's Mandarin was perfect and he could understand what the two Chinese men were talking about. He was stunned.
Scallion pancake?
He knew about this delicacy. It was simple and cheap. It was also a filling dish. Of course, it was a snack mainly just used to fill one's stomach. He felt that it wasn't worthy of being a well-known delicacy.
However, he decided to find out about it after seeing the expressions of the two Chinese men. He wanted to find out how delicious it was. How could they crave for it so much?
"Hi, I am Henry. May I know what scallion pancake you guys were talking about earlier?" Although Henry's Mandarin was good, he had a weird accent and people were bound to laugh when they heard it.
However, since a Caucasian had asked about it, they had to answer him. "You don't know about Master Lin's scallion pancakes?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked," Henry replied.
The two of them couldn't take it anymore. Which Chinese class did he go to? Why was his accent so hilarious?
"Master Lin's scallion pancakes of Cloud Street are really famous in Shanghai. As long as you've been here for some time, you would know his shop," a man said.
Henry was still curious, "It's really famous? Is it really delicious?"
"Yes. It is really delicious. You haven't eaten it before, right?"
"Nope."
"Then, you should go and try it. As long as you try it once, it'll let you have an indescribable feeling. The scallion pancake might even be glowing."
Henry was stunned.
Glowing
"Glowing food? Isn't that from Chuka Ichiban?" [A Japanese manga] Henry always felt that Chinese people were able to exaggerate their descriptions of a lot of things. He had never seen any food that would glow.
After discussing further.
Of course, Henry had been convinced by them. He really wanted to see the glowing scallion pancake for himself. Furthermore, it would even cause him to have an indescribable feeling after eating it.
Any magical food would make Henry curious about it.
Of course, he had been cheated a lot of times.
Previously, a Chinese man introduced him to a delicacy known as the 'smelly beancurd'. The one and only time he tried it was a traumatizing experience.
"Thank you. I will look for it," Henry thanked them.
The two of them laughed after Henry left. Then, they started talking again.
"How long do you think he needs to queue for?"
"I don't know. If he's unlucky, perhaps a month."
"Hey, I hope he won't get chosen so soon. If not, it would be even more difficult for us to get it next time."
"That's true."
To some of the people in Shanghai, Master Lin's scallion pancakes at Cloud Street were insanely scary. Those that managed to buy it on their first try would always think hard about it before deciding if it was worthy of eating it.
Because once they tried it, they wouldn't know how long they would have to queue for to try it again.
At Cloud Street.
Lin Fan laid there leisurely. This time, he felt great after being crowned the hero of the migrant workers.
Even those praises online made him feel a little embarrassed.
However, he was spending the Encyclopedic Points a little too quickly. Even though he felt a little wasteful, everything was worth it.
He had to do it to suppress their cockiness.
He called Zhao Ming Qing.
"Teacher, what is it?"
Lin Fan said, "Ming Qing, I have to tell you something."
"Teacher, go ahead."
"I think the foundation materials that I prepared based on Chinese Medicine should receive more attention. It can let every student learn it seriously. What do you think?"
Zhao Ming Qing replied, "Yes, yes. Teacher, you're right. Don't worry. I will test some of the concepts of the foundation materials."
Lin Fan smiled, "Alright, that's good. I'll hang up now."
Recently, the increase of his Encyclopedic Points was a little slow. It looked like the Chinese Medicine materials that he had prepared weren't really well-liked by the students.
He felt that he had to do something about it. He wanted Zhao Ming Qing to push the students further so that they would work harder. After all, this would help to increase his Encyclopedic Points.
The Children's Welfare Institute was also pretty decent. All 365 of the children were really hard working. They had helped Lin Fan to earn quite a number of Encyclopedic Points.
Of course, the Encyclopedic Points from Chinese Arts and planting were slowly increasing.
He felt that table tennis seemed like a good game. It could train a person physically and the parents would just have to let the children come out to play so that they would be active. It looked like he had to teach the kids something new so that they could have more fun.
With their brilliant minds, they would definitely be able to become incredible table tennis players.
However, the education level of the Children's Welfare Institute wasn't built yet. He had to wait for some time before its completion.
The standards of some of the children's Chinese Arts had been increasing. The consumption of the Little Intelligence Pill was simply not a joke.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Iris Long was the official interpreter of the international business conference?! What in the world?!!!

The foreign delegates didn't think much about it. They didn't know who Iris Long was. They just accepted that this beautiful woman in a red business suit was an interpreter who the conference officials had chosen. Why should they doubt their choice? Besides, this Iris Long spoke fluent English in an elegant British accent.

On the other hand, the Chinese delegates were incredulous that the international business conference would hire a mere musician as an official interpreter.

The ones sitting near Long Tengfei all turned their heads to silently ask him what was going on. Unfortunately for them, he couldn't give them any answer because he also had no idea that his youngest daughter was hired to do this. He was as shocked as them all.

However, it only took a few moments before both Long Tengfei and Long Hui recovered from their initial shock. They already knew that Iris was a Cross Academy student and that she was majoring in Foreign Languages. 

Remembering these, they calmed down and treated the situation as something to be expected. After all, she wasn't only a Cross Academy student but also the personal student of the legendary business genius Sir Lu Jianhong. 

"Hmm… Xiulan looks calm and prepared. Very good," Long Tengfei murmured while nodding his head. The unmistakable pride was very obvious in his eyes.

"She should've at least informed us beforehand, so we wouldn't feel so surprised like this," Long Hui also murmured.

Long Jian heard their low conversation. He couldn't hide his disbelief. Why were these two so calm? Weren't they worried that Iris would embarrass herself in such an important event like this? If she embarrassed herself, she would also embarrass Long Industries because of her connection to them.

"Father—I mean President, should we really allow Little Sister Xiulan to do this? I don't know how she was able to get this job, maybe she asked Sir Lu Jianhong, but this isn't something that she can handle so easily. This is the international business conference! The whole business world is basically watching. Her every mistake would be noted. As her older brother, I'm very concerned for her. I don't want her to humiliate herself."

'She can humiliate herself for all I care, but I don't want people associating her with me,' he added in his mind.

Long Hui only gave him a side-eye.

"Don't worry too much. I think that your sister knows what she's doing," Long Tengfei told him. "Let's just sit back and watch her performance. Similar to how I want the two of you to gain experience from this international business conference, this will also be a great experience for your little sister."

Long Jian frowned before he could smooth it away. His disbelief turned into bitterness. 

'That brat is really Father's favourite,' he silently muttered to himself.

He watched Iris on the stage. The MC was now speaking in Mandarin only, while Iris was consecutively interpreting his words in English.

'Hmph. So what if she improved her English skills and learned how to speak in a British accent? I bet she's not even interpreting right now but just saying the words she memorized from a script. Let's see if she can do this for unscripted conversations later on. I can't wait until she humiliates herself.' 

Long Jian was filled with mockery towards her.

Beside him, Long Industries' COO leaned a bit towards Long Tengfei, saying, "President Long, your youngest daughter managed to astound me once again. First was when she did her presentation for her business asking for a shipping deal from us. And now this? Language interpreter for the international business conference? I'm finding Miss Long Xiulan more and more impressive the more times I encounter her. You must be very proud of your daughter, President."

"Hmm." Long Tengfei nodded, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint smile. He looked on proudly at his youngest daughter.

Long Jian gritted his teeth and tried hard not to clench his hands into fists. He fought against the urge to sneer.

'Is the COO crazy? He's impressed by that spoiled brat? She only got that shipping deal because of Father. She's Father's favourite! And I'm sure that she also got this interpreting job because of her connection to Sir Lu Jianhong. Without these connections, she can't do anything by herself! She should just stay in showbiz where she belongs! Why is she suddenly poking her nose in the business world? She's too full of herself!' 

He couldn't admit to himself that he was actually jealous of Iris. He just continued to trash-talk her in his mind, thinking that she didn't deserve any of these opportunities in the business industry.

At the front row of the audience, Jin Liwei and Grandpa Lu watched Iris on the stage. Jin Liwei's expression appeared cold and indifferent as usual, but for people close to him and who knew him well like Grandpa Lu and Xu Tian, they could see his indiscernible smile and pride.

More obvious was Grandpa Lu. He had a big smile on his face. He turned his head to the back and gave two thumbs-up to Professor Kalisha Schwarz and Professor Hisakawa Akio who were sitting several rows behind him.

On the stage, several officials and guest speakers were called to make speeches. Iris and the MC moved to the side of the stage. The MC sat down, while Iris stood behind a side-facing lectern.

The invited speakers spoke in either Mandarin or English. As a result, Iris interpreted in English or Mandarin. She had no notes or anything. She just looked directly at the speaker.

There was no hesitation in her translations. Whenever the speaker paused, she would seamlessly start interpreting in Mandarin or English. In addition to the interpretations, she would also try to match her tone to how the speaker just spoke. So far, she hadn't fumbled even once yet.

Those who couldn't understand either Mandarin or English wore headphones. Other assigned interpreters fed the translations directly to their ears. Most of these interpreters couldn't match the clear, smooth and unhesitating interpretations of Iris.

The delegates looked very impressed at her performance. Even the Chinese delegates who initially doubted her appointment as official interpreter to the international business conference were now changing their impression of her.

"CEO Long, I didn't know that your daughter is such a skilled interpreter," an executive from another company told Long Tengfei.

"Yes. I'm very shocked. My children are big fans of your daughter Iris Long. Our house plays her music almost nonstop," another executive commented. "I bet my children will be so shocked as me when I tell them that Iris Long is the official interpreter of this conference. Maybe they'll finally start gaining interest in our company once they learn that their favourite celebrity is now involved in the business world as an interpreter."

"Your daughter is amazing, CEO Long. As someone who is fluent in both Mandarin and English, I can tell that her translations are virtually accurate. Her clear enunciation makes it very easy for everyone to understand what she's saying."

Long Tengfei couldn't stop himself from smiling. "Thank you, everyone. I'm very proud of my daughter."

Hearing his father's words, Long Jian glared at Iris on the stage. It was difficult, but he forced himself to put on a pleased expression, pretending to be proud of his sister as a brother.

He was waiting for Iris to mess up, but what the hell was happening? Even he could tell how skillful she was as an interpreter. Some of the speakers made clear adlibs during their speeches, but Iris was still able to translate them smoothly. He hated to admit it, but she was indeed impressive. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

After some entertaining cultural performances, the opening ceremony finally ended. The delegates started chatting among each other. 

Then they noticed the beautiful Iris Long meet with Professor Kalisha Schwarz and Professor Hisakawa Akio down the stage. Many of the delegates immediately recognized the two, especially Professor Schwarz who was one of the most well-known translators and interpreters in the world. Some of them treated her as their first choice whenever they needed an interpreter or translator. Unfortunately, Professor Schwarz wasn't always available.

"Madame Schwarz, Hisakawa-sensei, please pardon me for being nosy but may I know what is your relationship to the young and beautiful Iris here?" a British executive standing nearby asked them directly.

Professor Schwarz gave him a stern look. "That's 'Miss Iris Long' for you. She is my current student."

"Mine as well," Professor Hisakawa also said. 

Those who overheard the conversation, both local and foreign delegates, looked very surprised. They started looking at Iris with even more interest than before.

"No wonder Iris—I mean 'Miss Iris Long' is such a skilled interpreter. So she's a student of Madame Schwarz and Hisakawa-sensei. Now it makes sense that the international business conference chose her as official interpreter."

A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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"Wow, Haley is that you?" Jason looked up seemingly excited. 

I smiled widely and ran up to hug him. He's 6'0 so it made hugging him difficult but I didn't mind. 

He smiled at me as well and hugged me tightly. His arms seemed longer than they use to. He could easily engulf me in his arms. His smell brought me back to the old days. The comforting smell that only he could hold. 

Memories flashed into my mind and I was taken to the day before my 18th birthday. Just after Zhang Yong left.

.....

At this point Jason and I weren't very close as he had just transferred from Korea and couldn't speak chinese. But I had always loved to learn languages so I already knew korean, english, mandarin, cantonese, and japanese by then.

I was crying on the rooftop of my high school. Sulking over the fact that Zhang Yong left me all alone. I can still remember the day clearly.It was February so it was a bit chilly but honestly I didn't mind. The skies were clear despite the recent blizzard. It would've been a perfect day in my book since I like it to be slightly colder than warmer. 

Since no one except outcasts from dramas come up to the rooftop I decided it would be a prefect place. Not because I wanted to jump off or anything I wasn't that dumb. 

I heard rustling behind me and a kid with black hair and blue eyes walked up to me. I looked up at him and could easily tell he was Asian/American. He looked at me for a while before I spoke. 

I wiped my tears and stood up. As I was always tall it shocked me a bit that he was taller than me. Not many people were so he must be new. 

"What do you want. Never seen a pretty girl cry?" 

I walked away angry. I wasn't actually mad at him. I was just reflecting my anger on to him. 

He grabbed my wrist and turned me around (as a classic male lead would). As I was about to yell at him. He suddenly hugged me. My face was buried in his chest so I couldn't speak and since he was holding my head and upper back I couldn't move away. 

To be honest though I didn't want to. It was the first time I had felt safe. I wanted to feel okay and I felt that. 

I cried in his embrace and he just held me while gently stroking my head. 

When the bell rang and I stopped crying he pulled back. 

"괜찮아?"(Are you okay?), he seemed to realize he was speaking in the wrong language and tried to say the same phrase but in mandarin. 

He looked utterly confused. I laughed a little a replied in korean. 

"Yes, thank you.", he just looked back at me and smiled. 

Not shocked about the fact that I could speak korean. 

...

I came back to reality after thinking about the first encounter with my one and only best friend. 

He moved away 2 years after that day to study in the U.S. We didn't get to stay in contact but he's one of the few people I knew would come back. 

I looked back up at him after pulling away from the hug. There was a lot I had to tell him about.

Sure he’s controlling, a narcissist, and highly annoying. But he’s also the biggest typhoon in all of asia. And she is now his new assistant. Will she be able to survive the job no one else could? Will she learn the truth about her and her bosses back story? Will she be able to forget her first love for the man who has loved her for years?

February 26th 2010.

The first week was pretty much hell. They made him perform all kinds of tests and Dr. Veronica Sanders – the best physical therapist of the resort – was a demoness. Jay was certain she had an S&M streak, the woman was a freak and he wasn't talking about her figure, although he had to admit she was a bit attractive.

Late twenties, 5"9, fiery red hair and green ocean eyes.

She donned a white shirt and a dark red skirt that reached her knees underneath her white blouse, as well as black stockings. She was probably every teenager's wet dream, and she was aware of it.

Jay glanced at the woman who was reviewing his progress. He was sure that the training he was undergoing would allowed him to reduce his rehab time considerably, she was trying to push him past his limits.

Veronica sensed his gaze but ignored him. Once she was done with her assessment, she took off her glasses.

"Well, you've held on longer than I thought you could. Congratulations on passing your first week, you've reached a mile stone." she stated, her eyes never leaving the documents.

Jay felt his mouth twitch. "Ah well, it's all thanks to your... care." he said, and he could've swore he saw a smile crossing her lips for a second there.

Veronica got up from her seat and asked for Larry, who had been waiting outside, to come in.

"You can start him up on the treadmill, set the speed at 3km/h for one hour, do it twice a day. Don't forget to hook him up to the electrodes and don't let him go over the limit. Keep using the adjustable steps, 20 sets, every morning, 20 after lunch and 20 at night. Start him on weights too, but small ones, nothing above 5 kg. No more than 15 sets and do it twice a day. Do that for one week and double everything for the next. I'll be overseas for the next two weeks so you arrange his schedule, report it to me once I'm back." she said.

"Yes, Dr. Sanders." Larry nodded and waited for Jay to get up, but the latter remained seated.

"Larry, please wait outside for a second, I'd like to have a talk with Dr. Sanders." he said.

Larry glanced at Jay, then at the woman before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Veronica sat back at her desk, not paying the teenager any heed.

When she realized he wasn't budging, she wearily asked "Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Aslan?"

"Have I offended you in any way?" Jay straightforwardly asked.

Veronica stopped what she was doing and looked up at the teenager in front of her for the first time since he had walked in.

"Why would you-" she started but was cut off midway.

"If I have, then I apologize." he said, then got up from his chair and walked slowly towards her.

He put his palms face down on her desk and stared straight into her eyes.

"However, if I haven't and the reason you've been ignoring me and have deliberately intensified my training is because of some personal matter you're struggling with, I hope you'll quickly get that settled and stop venting your feelings out on one of your patients, doctor, because that's unethical. The only reason I'm letting this slide without notifying your superiors is because you haven't really done any harm yet and I did benefit from the intense training." having said that he made for the door, rending the redhead completely speechless.

When he was about to cross the threshold, he stopped and turned back.

"Is it because of the eyes?" he asked.

"Sorry?" Veronica puzzlingly inquired after snapping out of her daze.

Jay smiled and turned back. "So it's the mole." he chuckled and left, closing the door behind him.

Leaving the beautiful doctor frozen in place.

***

March 15th 2010.

Almost a month of rehab and it was doing him good.

"Stats."

[Showing host's current status]

Jay Aslan - Male - 15 Years Old

Level 1. Exp 0/10.

– Attributes –

Appearance: 14
Intelligence: 15
Charm: 9
Strength: 5 (-3)
Agility: 5 (-3)
Health: 5 (-3)

– Skills –

[Prime]

Singing: 25/50
Acting: 16/50
Piano: 15/50

[Sub]

English: 5/5
Korean: 4/5
Swedish: 4/5
French: 4/5
Russian: 3/5
Chinese (Mandarin): 1/5
Spanish: 2/5

Attribute Points: 0
Skill Points: 0

Overall Evaluation: In poor health and shape, you can do much better!

He still hadn't received any missions from the system but his stats had changed dramatically. His appearance, charm, strength, agility and health had all went up, while his negative status had reduced.

He looked better now, but was still as skinny as ever. If he had looked like a starving wanderer before, he now looked like a recovering anorexic.

One good point was that his cheeks were no longer sunken in, and as he had suspected there were dimples on each side of his cheeks. He reckoned that was why his appearance and charm had gone up.

He had started learning Chinese mandarin and Spanish. The first one was a completely new experience and honestly he didn't think he'd be very proficient without the system's help. Spanish though was much easier; first it had a set alphabet, second it shared similarities with French and third, well he had the system.

He had started singing again, and his voice was just as good as the one he had had before, if not better. His acting still sucked though – he hoped the system could help with that, as long as he kept at it, he should be okay – and his piano skills were extremely rusty – he had tried himself on the one in the resort's lounge.

He couldn't find a guitar so no way to get the skill, he hoped his predecessor had one at home, otherwise he'd have to buy one. He missed his calluses.

His phone buzzed and he took it out. His mother had insisted he got one so that she could call and text him everyday (which she did, too bad Face Time didn't exist yet) and Lou had furiously nodded in approval.)

Helen had gotten him the latest iPhone available...  in the 3GS.

Jay couldn't help but smile wryly, how he missed his smartwatch.
He checked the text message and involuntarily broke into a grin.

[From: PAYPAL.

Dear Mr. Aslan, your bank account ##### ##### ######## ## has successfully been linked to your PayPal account.

Thank you for your trust,

PayPal.]

Jay exited the text app and opened the PayPal one. He immediately wired 2100$ from his bank account to his PayPal account and received a notification that he would have to wait 24h for the transaction to be verified and accepted.

When he was done he sprawled on his bed and laughed.

He had asked his mom if she could lend him 100$ before leaving, and she had chuckled and shoved a credit card and bank account information into his hands.

"I set this up earlier for you, there's 4000$ inside. What? Did you think we would send you to Switzerland without anything?" she had giggled at his stunned face and cautioned that he use it wisely since that'd be all he would get considering his stay, meals and accommodations were all accounted and paid for, courtesy of Henri Escoval – that he had still yet to meet, by the way.

Jay was thankful for the man, he knew that although his family was rich, it wasn't to the point were they could afford getting him the kind of Junior Suite he was staying in; not for 6 months at least.

He had checked in on February 19th and would check out on August 25th, which meant he would stay 187 days here. At 650 CHF the night, that was a total of 121,550 CHF grand total, or roughly 125,350$.

Even for them, that would've been much. But Henri Escoval had happily footed the bill. Jay thought he should prepare a gift to thank the guy; whatever his motive was, he had done him a solid.

He glanced at the calendar on his nightstand and closed his eyes. Two more days.

In two days, on March 17th 2010, he would make his first move.

When a washed-up 32 year-old singer intent on surprising his wife for Valentine's Day comes home early, he finds her in bed with the man she had always considered her "best friend". Overcome by sorrow, he ends up dying from heartache.

When he comes to, he has taken over 15 years old Jay Aslan's body, the body of a comatose. But wait there's a twist, he actually has a system?!

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This time, Hayden woke up at 3:30 AM, feeling refreshed. "What the heck? I slept only for 5 hours and 30 minutes, yet I already feel vigorous?"
 
"There can only be two possibilities here," Hayden speculated as to what happened. "Either Divine Perception's usage wasn't as bad yesterday because of me playing War of Honor in alternative of playing the keyboard, or Indestructible Devil evolved, which is unlikely as I don't use it all that much..."
 
Thinking more, he changed his conjecture. "Wait, I always exercise and dance in the morning intensively, which uses Devil's Persistence to give my body energy and repair the muscle tears… Well, both are possible, so, let's just say that both contributed as factors."
 
Hayden closed the matter as it was no use theorizing about it. After stretching, he learnt seven routines from CHORUS, TITANIUM, and from one of the best dancers in Korea, Sungha.
 
He performed all of them perfectly without any mistakes. "It seems that the adoptive muscle memory of Divine Perception is getting stronger."
 
Because of the constant usage of Divine Perception, and the continual use of Devil's Persistence, Hayden thought that both Abilities were starting to evolve.
 
Shrugging this matter off once more, he proceeded to exercise for an hour. When he finished, he smelled bacon being cooked downstairs.
 
Going down, he saw his mom cooking food. A rare sight, but a welcome one!
 
"Good morning, sweetie." Hayden's mom said as she cracked an egg to make a sunny side up. "How's your dancing?"
 
Hayden froze at the mention of this. "What dancing? I don't dance…"
 
"Psh," Hayden's mom laughed. "I opened your door to see the commotion, only to see you concentrated on your dancing. I didn't know you were such a good dancer! You hid it well."
 
"I was simply practicing," Hayden awkwardly laughed. He didn't like his parents seeing him doing anything like practicing as they always bragged about how good their son was on things he was merely trying. "On top of that, because of Aswang, I don't like going out, I feel unsafe."
 
"True," Hayden's mother agreed with him. Abruptly, she brought up another topic that made Hayden freeze in his tracks. "You've never touched the keyboard we bought for you. It's such a pity it's gathering dust on your bedroom closet. Jeez…"
 
"I-I play at times…" Hayden scratched his head. "You guys purely don't know because I play the keyboard when you're out of the house."
 
"Sure, sweetie," Hayden's mom gave him a meaningful look. She finished cooking, plated it, put in rice, and handed the perfectly cooked egg and bacon to Hayden. "Eat up."
 
"Thanks mom!" Putting the bacon in his mouth, along with egg and some rice. "Food cooked by you really is still the best!"
 
Sometimes, when a person cook for you, especially your mother, food tastes much better. When Hayden cooks for himself, it tastes good, yes, but it doesn't taste as good even if he was following the exact same steps his mother do.
 
"The real secret ingredient is love, honey," Hayden's mom winked at him as she cracked another egg and put another batch of bacon on another pan. "You'll learn that when you get a girlfriend."
 
Hayden's bacon got stuck in his throat when he heard that. "Jeez, mom, why do you have to make me depressed!"
 
His mom simply laughed, which cracked a smile on Hayden. This was a nice peaceful moment for Hayden that made him lose any sense of having powers, feeling like a regular teenager again.
 
After eating, he immediately went to shower before going up to his room again to put his uniform on. "Oh, yeah, it's Friday…"
 
Due to using his Divine Perception to listen in on his lessons, giving him a calm mind, time always passed so quickly for him. Unlike in his previous years, he wasn't bored at all, resulting in his perception of time becoming faster.
 
"First Friday of the school year, huh?" Hayden put on his black uniform, took his bag, and went downstairs to put on his shoes. Subsequently, he waved goodbye to his mom so that he can go to school.
 
He passed the day like regular without interacting with anyone willingly. Of course, Hayden didn't complain that nobody bothered him, laying low again. The basketball matter a few days ago was already off the mind of others as they were stressing of what to do the next few weeks, which will be the real start of the school year. Assignments, projects, and everything will be given out more often starting next week.
 
Going home, he wanted to visit a sports store first. He had the perfect store in mind, which was the John's Sports Goods in the marketplace near their house. This was where their family bought Hayden's first workout equipment.
 
Nearing the place, Hayden heard a hubbub in an alleyway. Turning on his Divine Perception, he saw five men that looked like extorting a student from his school. Hayden felt perplexed as to why the kid was in this kind of a situation as the world was a much better place ever since decades ago, this kind of thing rarely happened.
 
"I guess he is in the same generation as me, after all…" Sighing, Hayden decided to take action. When he was about to go in the alleyway, through his Divine Perception, he noticed a glow on the chest of the student. "Fuck, a wielder?"
 
Hayden knew he had to rush. For the first time, he activated the superhuman strength and speed of Indestructible Devil, allowing him to appear inside the alleyway in an instant.
 
As Divine Perception was still active, Hayden deduced that there were four thugs among them, and one student belonging from Makati City Scholar Academy. When he arrived, Hayden saw what they were doing to the student.
 
His initial thought was that they were extorting the poor student; on the contrary, hearing their conversation, they were harassing him for being a student of the Scholar Academy!
 
"You guys, using physical force because you can't compete in the brains department, huh?" Hayden's sudden appearance startled the six people in the alleyway, including the student who was about to use his Ability.
 
"What did you say, kid?" One of the gangsters asked in a menacing manner. "You picking a fight, eh? Oh, another smarty-pants bitch?
 
The hooligan noticed Hayden's uniform, which belonged to the Makati City Scholar Academy. As a result, all six of them knew that Hayden was a student of the revered academy.
 
"Heh, smarty-pants bitch? Don't have any other word in your vocabulary?" Hayden coldly smiled as he mocked. "Birds of the same feather truly do flock together. A bunch of low-lives are harassing a single student. Ahh, I thought the world has already become a better place. To think that it is still harboring such trash!"
 
Hayden spat out on the man's shoes. This will look rude to others, but they disrespected him first. Plus, bullying a person with the reason that they had higher intellect than them was such a bullshit reason!
 
This action of Hayden angered everyone. The rich-looking student's face twitched as he smiled. "What a silver-tongued smartass!"
 
"Just because you're smart doesn't mean you can fight!" The rich student smirked. "All of you, what are you doing? Attack already!"
 
Hayden turned off Indestructible Devil as he thought that fighting regular humans with his current strength would be enough. At that moment, a soothing calmness spread from his body towards his mind, which in turn made him see the world as if it was in slow motion.
 
'Holy shit!' Hayden didn't expect this development. Seeing the world in slow motion was a cool power, and Hayden always liked this power! 'Now, this is something!'
 
Analyzing every single movement of the four men, he knew that they had little to no combat experience. With this, he was confident that he can win this fight. The alleyway was relatively wide, allowing the four men to surround him.
 
Of course, Hayden wanted to be surrounded, because if he didn't want to be surrounded, he would've already reacted.
 
"Feeling scared now, eh boy?" One of the hooligans laughed because he thought that Hayden not making a move was him being terrified. "Too late for regrets now! You have thoroughly offended that young master already. Now, you have to face his wrath!"
 
The man who talked threw a punch at Hayden's back. Hayden felt the airwaves from this punch, allowing him to know the exact velocity, angle, and power of this punch. With his perfect reflexes, he reacted to this punch by stepping to the right, turning around, and countering the man's punch with another punch.
 
As the man put all of his weight into this punch, with Hayden's strength and the weight from the man's own attack, his head was thrown back. The man was instantly knocked out!
 
This single retaliation from Hayden made all the others re-evaluate him. Punching a person out cold with a single punch was a feat that only boxers will be able to do against a regular human! However, the one in front of them was a regular high school student, how can he possibly possess such power?
 
"Boys, we have to charge at the same time." The one who Hayden mocked at the start of this whole mess spoke. They all nodded when they heard this as seeing Hayden knocking out their comrade left a big impression on them.
 
Seeing the three thugs charging towards him, Hayden snorted. He was surrounded, so he was being assaulted in three directions. The three arrived before him at arm's reach, punching Hayden with a right hook almost at the same time.
 
Observing this, Hayden ducked and did a sweep kick, making the two unfortunate enough to receive this sweep kick lose their balance, with their arms hitting the cement ground first. Hayden deliberately left the leader, basing on the looks, for last.
 
Looking at his comrades writhing on the ground because of the pain they experienced on the arm they fell on and the ankles they were kicked by Hayden, he was absolutely scared out of his wits.
 
"Boss, I think we have to run," The leader turned around hurriedly. "Run, boss!"
 
The rich kid was also scared and astounded at this moment. The hooligans' leader's shout woke him up from his daze, wanting to run away. When the fellow student from the Scholar Academy saw this, Hayden noticed that his Origin Crystal lit up, as his eyes changed color.
 
"Don't." Hayden said as he put his hand on the shoulder of his schoolmate. "I'll handle it, don't use your power on regular humans."
 
Gathering energy on his legs, Hayden rushed towards the two people escaping, easily catching up to them with his speed. He did a karate chop with both of his right and left hands simultaneously towards their neck to make them faint, which was successful.
 
Turning around, Hayden saw his fellow student was speechless. "Are you okay? You're also from Makati City Scholar Academy, right?"
 
"Yes," the student was speechless. "How do you know I was planning to use my power? You're also someone who has a power?"
 
Hayden simply nodded. "Don't casually use that power, it's dangerous. Imagine if the Triple A caught wind of you using your power."
 
When the student heard this, his face changed. "Fuck, I forgot about them. True. I have you to thank for stopping me. My name is Daniel, Daniel Luntiang-Dahon (1). 9th Grade, Class 1-5."
 
"Hayden," he similarly introduced himself. "Hayden Emperador. 9th Grade, Class 1-8."
 
"Let's talk tomorrow at school, lunch, for now, go home, you look tired." Hayden said towards Daniel.
 
"But, it's Saturday tomorrow…" Daniel awkwardly said. "You mean Monday, right?"
 
"Yeah, yeah, right," Hayden smiled with embarrassment. "Monday, you rest for two days. Look out for Aswang, most likely, he's also someone like you and me. Oh yeah, don't forget to touch that prism on your chest, with the question 'how can I hide this' in mind. You're smart enough to figure out the next part."
 
Daniel nodded, acknowledging Hayden's warning, before picking up the bag he dropped and scurrying away. Hayden, who saw this, felt delight on finally finding a fellow wielder.
 
Eyeing the people who was knocked out on the ground, he snorted once more. "Utter trash. Bullying people with such a shitty reason."
 
He then left them lying on the ground as he went back to his original plan of looking at exercise equipment. He wanted to buy so many workout equipment. Despite that, he refused to give in when he saw the credits in his account.
 
Shaking his head, he went to leave, dispirited. Arriving at his home, Hayden changed clothes and learned Korean again. When he finished, he tried practicing what he learned.
 
"It's already been five days, huh?" Hayden spoke in perfect Korean. "I'm pretty eloquent already, knowing the sentence structures, and many more… I can also read Korean now. In fact, I've pretty much mastered the language…"
 
Nodding his head, he was fulfilled of what he was able to learn in a short five days. He was still speaking Korean as he talked to himself. "It seems that I can go to Korea without ever having to get lost. I want to meet those girls…"
 
Hayden exhaled as he thought of those girls. The girls he was referring to was naturally CHORUS, specifically, Kim Eun-Ha. "Why is she so pretty? And her personality is utterly flawless… Well, if that's her true personality even while off camera anyways…"
 
He knew that sometimes, celebrities, as long as they were famous enough, were conceited and arrogant in real life, only having respect for their fellow artists, always looking down on non-celebrities. Hayden wished that Kim Eun-Ha wasn't like this at all, hoping that what he saw on camera is what she was really like. "I mean, KTM Entertainment does find people with good ethics…"
 
"Well, time to move on to Japanese!" Throwing the matter out of the window, feeling it was too farfetched to meet them, Hayden moved on. With the intent of watching anime raw, he must learn the Japanese language! "There're also some Japanese members in CHORUS, perhaps I can impress them…"
 
At the thought of this, he became more eager to learn Japanese (2). Thinking of it, there was also a Taiwanese member in CHORUS! Thinking of this, he was also excited to learn Chinese Mandarin now!
 
"Wait, three weeks to learn three languages? Wouldn't polyglots, some of whom dedicated their entire lives learning languages, kill me?" Hayden bemused to himself. Laughing at his own joke, he turned on War of Honor. "I'll learn tomorrow, there's no rush."
 
Playing five ranked games, Hayden's team won, solo-carrying every single game with perfect strategies and micromanagement skills. Hayden was delighted because, without Divine Perception, his rate of improvement was still something to behold.
 
Finishing the last game, he heard their doorbell ring. The stuff he ordered was here! Going downstairs with fast steps, he opened the door to see the package in his front door.
 
He then carried it towards his room and opened it. He set up the computer for recording. For now, he didn't set up the backdrop yet as he wouldn't record his face anyways, only the keyboard. Instead, he put the backdrop on one corner of the room, leaving it there for the future.
 
After testing recording for a single War of Honor game, he was satisfied. "Wait, this camera can also be used to record piano tutorials, which is equally as popular in Streamlink!"
 
Once he realized this, he felt that his income already doubled. The remaining question is where he would post the piano tutorials, in his channel where he game, or in another channel?
 
"I guess I'm going to post it in my gaming channel. I'm named Supremacy anyways, showing two talents at once to show to the world isn't really odd compared to the narcissistic-sounding name." Hayden promptly made a decision before going to sleep.
 
"Tomorrow, I'll record and edit for the entire day! Releasing three videos at once!" Saying this, Hayden closed his eyes. A few minutes later, he went into deep sleep.
 
…..
 
1 Luntiang-Dahon – Can be directly translated to English as Green-Leaf.
 
2 I'm not using the official language names of the languages I stated. I apologize for referring to Pyojun-eo as simply Korean language. Why would I do this? For the sake of simplicity. I humbly apologize for any offense I would've brought upon to anyone. For those of you all who don't know, Japanese in its native language is Nihongo, while Chinese Mandarin is Putonghua. Note: Putonghua still has tone marks. I will keep referring to these languages as simply Korean, Japanese, and Chinese Mandarin now for the sake of keeping it simple, thank you for understanding!

Wouldn't you just want to possess superpowers in this modern world? What would you do if you suddenly come to possess superpowers? Would you want to play the hero? Or perhaps the villain? Or continue living your life, using your superpowers for your own personal gains and well-being, instead of planning evil acts, or trying to save the day?

Well, that is the precise situation that Hayden Emperador, the main character of our story, is going to face.

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