"Hello, Yang Lin, nice to meet you." Qiao Nan looked at the soldier with an encouraging look in her eyes. The soldiers learned how to say 'nice to meet you' in English. "Since I said the greetings first, when you return the greetings and say that you are very happy to see me as well, you have to add a 'too' at the end of the sentence. Alright, this is how foreigners introduce and greet each other when they meet. All of you are doing very well. Now you know how to make a self-introduction in English."
Everyone was stunned. English was as simple as this. Was this a self-introduction?
"Alright, now let's say our greetings to each other. You should say hello and introduce yourself. Let's start."
English was something new to the soldiers. In general, people would be naturally curious and interested in new things. Besides, it was not very difficult to converse in simple sentences, and it sounded quite easy to learn. They did not need to practice with other teachers or feel burdened to have to practice it with their comrades whom they trained with every day. In just five minutes' time, everyone could speak fluently using the two simple sentences that they learned. 
"Very good." After getting into the momentum, Qiao Nan became more and more relaxed. She continued to ask the soldier whom she taught just now. "Do you still remember how I addressed you just now?"
The soldier who got the answer correctly just now was confident. He tried to say the word in English, "Brother?"
"Yes, that's it. Make a guess, what does it mean?"
The soldier frowned. "Elder brother?"
"You are very smart. All your guesses are correct!" Qiao Nan encouraged the soldier, boosting his confidence. "Please have a seat. I used another word, 'sister', as well. Can anyone who is my 'sister' stand up please?"
A female soldier tried to make the connection between the sentence Qiao Nan said previously and the word that she mentioned just now. She mustered her courage and stood up. 
"Yes, you are my sister. Let's pronounce the word 'sister' together."
"Sister."
"Great! Everyone, let's try to pronounce 'brother' and 'sister' together. Don't be shy. There are so many of us here. Nobody can tell what the others are saying, so you can go ahead to practice them loudly."
"Look at you…" Lin Yuankang, who watched his disciple from the side, was overjoyed. "She seemed to be nervous just now, but as soon as she started the class, she looks like a teacher. Nonetheless, is the progress too fast?"
Qiao Nan did not know what was going through Lin Yuankang's mind. She went according to her own plan and speed, and proceeded to use the same method to teach them the way to address their family members. "Although I have never been a teacher, I believe that all of you were good students in the past, and will remain so from now on. It is not so difficult to be a teacher, and it's quite fun to teach. This is only the first lesson, but all of you have learned so much today. By tomorrow, all of you will be able to address your extended family in English. In two days' time, you will be able to address all of your family members and relatives in English."
"Hahaha…"
Qiao Nan was humorous and her lesson was interesting and fun. Many of the soldiers in the army liked her lesson. They enjoyed the fun and relaxed learning environment. 
In particular, Qiao Nan encouraged them constantly, giving them the confidence to learn English. They were not as uneasy as before. They no longer felt that given their ability, learning English was an impossible task. 
People were more accepting and willing to learn things that were easy to pick up as they would be able to make huge improvements. Even if they were not totally accepting of English, at the very least, they were not as against it as before.
The purpose of Qiao Nan's class was simple, and that was to help the soldiers be rid of their fear of English.
The atmosphere and attitude toward learning were very important and crucial.
"Okay, that's all for today. I hope everyone can use what we have learned today in your daily life. You should have the chance to address each other as 'brother', 'sister', 'uncle', 'auntie', and even 'grandma' and 'grandpa'." She believed that the people in the army liked to give each other nicknames.
After Qiao Nan said that class was over, all of the soldiers gave her a bow respectfully and left. 
Zhai Yaohui, who had been sitting in the front row and was silent all the while, knitted his eyebrows. Qiao Nan was quite daring to stand in that place and give lessons in front of so many people. The place that Qiao Nan stood at was reserved for the leaders. 
What surprised Zhai Yaohui the most was that Qiao Nan, who was so young, was unexpectedly bold and daring. She had no stage fright and she acted with grace and courage.
Although it was not suitable to use 'veteran' to describe Qiao Nan, her performance today was simply stunning. 
Zhai Yaohui was not concerned about anything else but how Qiao Nan conducted her class just now. She commanded the attention of all the soldiers and was able to control the pace of her lesson as well as creating a good learning environment for the soldiers. This was what Zhai Yaohui was most concerned about. 
For certain skills, once you had mastered them, you would master a hundred.
In the face of such a big occasion, and in front of influential and respected people, Qiao Nan did not have stage fright and was able to rule the stage. It showed that in other major occasions, Qiao Nan also had the potential and possibility to do so amazingly.
Given the Zhai family's status, a lot was expected of them and they were required to attend many important occasions.
As the daughter-in-law of the Zhai family, if one did not have such ability, she would have failed the first requirement and would be crossed out from the list of potential daughters-in-law.
Back then, when Zhai Yaohui married Miao Jing, he was not the chief yet. 
Zhai Yaohui worked his way to the position of the chief of the army through hard work and constant learning and improving. In this way, even though Miao Jing was not the perfect candidate back then, there was time and space for Zhai Yaohui to help Miao Jing along as she learned and improved, till they were on par with each other. 
Zhai Yaohui was not as optimistic as Zhai Sheng to feel that love and marriage was a simple affair between two parties.
What he asked for from the future daughter-in-law of the Zhai family was not that she must come from an influential family. However, once married to the family, the people she would meet and the events that she would have to attend were completely different from what an average daughter-in-law would face. 
Given the Zhai family's situation, whoever married Zhai Sheng would not be able to have the time to learn and improve like what Miao Jing did back then.
Zhai Sheng's situation was different from that of his father. Whoever he married had to have the ability right from the start. 
In short, Zhai Yaohui valued ​​the effort that his future daughter-in-law put in. He did not care about their family background. 
However, one's family background usually indicated one's ability.


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


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



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

The academy library was only a short walk away and was quite close to the Elder's Building. The library building from the outside was only a small single storied building and no one will be able to guess that the building holds one of Asia's largest libraries. On the inside, the buildings show its true colours. Instead of a single floor, there were 10 different floors with each floor having a size similar to a football field. It could be said that this library was more than 10 times larger than the Hogwarts library.

This fact is not too surprising. Unlike Britain in which only a single language is used for all purposes, Magical India had more than 15 different official languages due to different tribe's having their very own language. Books written in all these languages were present inside this library. 

One thing I was thankful for in India was that despite there being so many languages, all the spells were in one language, Sanskrit. If every tribe used and taught their own version of spells in their native language, then having an academy will have no meaning. Each elder will teach in his/her language and due to this, the only people who will sign up for their classes will be their own tribe members since no one will be interested in learning a different language just to learn from the elder. If this was going to be the case, then the Elder could have conducted the class in his tribe itself.

Of the more than 15 languages here, I knew only English and Hindi. So I could read only the books in these two languages. The first two floors had only Hindi books while the English book filled a small part of the 10 floor. English was not a common used language here. I had only some average fluency in Hindi so I will have to improve my proficiency in it if I want to make good use of all these books. 

The third and fourth floors had books written in Sanskrit language and I will have to learn the language sometime soon in the future to make my learning process here faster. The language was not commonly spoken in the present era but most of the old and informative books were written in the Sanskrit  language and if I wanted to read and learn from them, I will have to learn language.

Much to my disappointment there was no easy way to solve this problem since there were no magical translators or spells that I could use to translate these books into English. People in India had tried very hard to make this possible over the years but they had failed miserably. I too felt that such a thing was impossible since different languages did not follow a pattern that could be used to magically translate it. Languages did not follow rules and were made by old people on a whim according to their needs.

The people here did invent a spell to make learning language easier though which I am going to make good use of. The spell will make it possible for me to completely learn a language in a month. All I had to do was memorise some books that came recommended with the spell and it will allow me to learn the language quickly. I am planning to use it to perfect my Hindi first and then learn Sanskrit. I did not plan to learn any other Indian language.

The library was huge and I already had a list of books that were recommended to me today that I had to read. I did not have time to waste since I had a deadline which I had to keep. I did not have too much time to waste.

Before going to the Healer section, I decided to visit the English section first since I wanted to see what was available in there. Also it was the language I was most comfortable with in this library. 

To get to the 10th floor, the people here had invented a magical variant of lift. It was a levitating disk on a platform which would follow my command in a way similar to that of a broom and take me to my floor. I liked the idea so much that I wanted to replicate this type of lift in my black castle. I planned on completely renovating the Black castle and this lift was added to the list of changes I wanted to make.

On the 10th floor, the English section was easy to find. The section consisted of 15 large bookshelves filled to the brim with books. This was a small number when compared to the even the Hogwarts library except that the books here were priceless. On glancing through the books, I found that the collection did not have any new books but instead every one of the books was an antique and were more than a 100 years old. Some were even more than 700 years old. Even my black library did not have these book and I wondered where the academy got them from.

The books were calling for me to read them but I controlled myself and went towards the Healer section of the library. I badly wanted to start reading the books but I knew that I had no time for them currently. I could come back here after 3 days and start reading them.

The Healer section on the second was huge with more than 30 bookshelves. I quickly found the books on my list and went towards the Duelling section which was on the same floor. It was not too big just 7 book shelves and I easily found the books recommended to me by Elder Akash. I also checked out the book which will allow me to improve my fluency in Hindi.

The checkout system here was quite unique. First of all, all the books in the library were warded to protect from damage and making copies. At the checkout counter I had to specify the number of days I needed a book. The books had another set of runes that were then programmed in such a way that when the rental period ended, the book will be automatically returned to its original location in the library. The books will also return to the library of I take it outside the academy boundary. I was very impressed by this system.

After checking out the books for 3 days, I left the library as it was time for my next class. The mage sight tutoring with Elder Nainesh. 

When I entered his room he was very excited to start teaching me. I learn the reason for it later during the class. It was due to the fact that my mage sight was different from his and he wanted to compare both and conduct experiments. The main difference was that my mage sight only showed a slight glow in my eyes when activated which his not noticeable while his and his tribes mage sight had tell tale sign when activated. His eyes started twinkling like Dumbledore's glasses when mage sight was activated so he couldn't discreetly use the sight like I always did.

The class was very productive. The method to toggle between different modes was controlling the amount of magic that I sent into my eyes. For the seeing through walls effect I had to rotate my the magic around my eyes. The amount of magic in the eyes and my control in rotating it perfect decided the distance I could see and what I could see.

It was difficult to do since I had not practiced controlling the amount of magic that I could send to my eyes ever in my life. For the first class I did just that. Controlling the magic. By the end of the class I had gotten a slight hang of the method and I could toggle between the modes just for a short few seconds before I lost control. I was sure I could perfect this in a weeks time.

After that productive one hour class, I went back to my room. It was time for me to start reading those books since time was tight. After conjuring a table and a chair, I started reading, beginning with the language book so that my later reading will be quicker.

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and the plot of the Harry Potter Universe.

A guy from our universe gets reborn into the Harry Potter universe. Read to find out how he takes advantage of his prophetic knowledge and lives his new life.

Alternate Universe so avoid reading if you like your canon characters and don't want to see theit evil side.

P.S. This is my first time writing a novel/fanfic.

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With final exams looming closer Yukio firmly pushed the scandal aside. Besides, apart from their English teacher most of the school staff had been surprisingly quiet about Urufu's and Kuri's rumoured night-time activities.
Now he sat in the inner room of the Stockholm Haven café which had been fully converted into their new club-room just in time for the cessation of all club activities in preparation of their exams.
Noriko sat together with Kuri going through math problems with the famous model turned slut. By their side Sango-chan and Kyoko ran through the same problems but at a distinctly higher pace and without Noriko's help.
"And this one?" Ryu asked from Yukio's right.
"Same. Look, if you replace the numbers with letters it's a lot easier to detect the pattern," Urufu said.
"Pattern?" That was Nori-kun, and Yukio noted how another two club-members congregated around them to follow Urufu's explanation.
'Now this is just hysterically funny,' Yukio thought. Urufu the flunky teaching math. 'But he's not really a flunky is he? Didn't he have a college exam from engineering?'
"Yes, by token substitution you'll be able to immediately identify equalities on both sides and remove them. Clears the real problem from excess data. See the pattern now?" Urufu said and crossed out almost a third of the information on the whiteboard.
Yukio watched him leave the white-board and walk over to the one where another group were struggling with English. Despite bombing that topic on his midterms virtually every club-member knew his English knowledge was superior to what any teacher at school could muster.
'And I think you have a better grasp of Japanese history than I do by now. What kind of study monster are you?'
Truth be told the only thing that kept Urufu from popping up on the wall was his written Japanese. By now Yukio recognised the difference when Urufu spoke about or listened to the material they had to study compared to when he was forced to rely on his reading skills.
'And you're closing that gap as well. It's scary how much better you are at reading and writing now.'
Kuri was the same. Even though she paled in comparison to Urufu, her Japanese had improved by huge strides since summer. That realisation made Yukio a bit uncomfortable. He hadn't known how important the preferred language was for grading other subjects.
'Would I look like an idiot if I had to go to school abroad? Or even Noriko?' Yukio pushed the last thought away. Noriko failing exams was ludicrous. She was one of the best freshmen at Himekaizen after all, with results that probably placed Todai within reach of her aspirations.
In the background he heard Urufu's strangely melodic explanation when he gave examples in Japanese for the English text they were analysing. Whenever he read a sentence aloud for the group to hear the correct pronunciation Kuri interrupted him with a laugh and read it twice. As far as Yukio understood she delivered one version in some kind of British English and then in American English.
Urufu grimaced but never protested. Instead he told his group they should listen to Kuri because her spoken English far surpassed his.
"How good is she?" Yukio shouted when he tired of Urufu belittling himself.
Everyone by the whiteboard turned, and Yukio saw Kuri glance at Urufu rather than the one to blame for the interruption.
"Depends," Urufu said. "As for pronunciation she bulldozes right over me. There's no comparison."
"Depends?" Kuri said to test the waters.
"Well, I'd guess your vocabulary is between half to two thirds of mine. What's your take?"
"Spoken, close to ten thousand words," Kuri suggested and grinned.
"Damn! You're just as good as I suspected."
"And you? Native level is around fifteen thousand."
"Native college level, yeah. I'm above that average."
Kuri's eyebrows shot up. "What kind of vocabulary do you have?"
"The tests couldn't measure above sixteen thousand, so I don't really know."
Kuri palmed her face. "He killed the test. Why am I not surprised?"
"What tests?" Sango-chan asked.
Both Kuri and Yukio shot Urufu warning glares.
"There were some… ah..." Then Urufu must have caught up with the looks he got from the friends who knew about his first life. "Ah, there are proficiency tests, and I took a few before moving here," he finished.
'You took a few before moving here. Well that's one way of expressing it.'
"You took a few tests at college level?"
'You're not out of the woods yet. Think, think!'
It was painfully visible how Urufu tried to come up with a plausible explanation, but in the end he lit up in a bright grin. "I like programming, and most of the literature is in English, so I needed to learn it to read the books."
That had to suffice, and from what Urufu had said earlier it partially explained his knowledge of math.
"But you failed your midterms," came a less than helpful comment from Nori-kun.
Urufu's face clouded over. "I didn't in Sweden," he said in a subdued voice.
"Huh?" That was Nori-kun again.
"Guys," Kuri said. "Here in Japan we're graded on how well we can express our English knowledge in Japanese, but neither Ulf nor I are Japanese. When we translate we usually translate from English to Swedish in our heads."
'And that's a lie,' Yukio thought. 'You both told me you don't translate at all any longer.' Then it struck him why Urufu had lived through such problems with his Japanese, and a moment later Yukio understood how Urufu's spoken Japanese had developed so insanely fast the last months. 'You've stopped translating Japanese as well!'
With that line of thought something clicked inside his head. Suddenly Urufu's explanation of learning models made sense. 'Learn the rules, break the rules, write the rules' Urufu used to say when he tried to describe what he called analytic-synthetic learning or reverse triple loop learning.

If you were transported from this world to another almost identical.

If you were transported from your life to your teenage self.

If you had to restart your life again.

Would you, or would you cling to your memories?


Tags: Japan, Sweden, Tokyo, comedy, drama, high school, Academy, Slice of Life, romcom

This is a Japanese manga/anime -style slice of life high school romance with a splash of sci-fi. In this kind of romance friendship plays a big role compared to your standard western romance. Ensemble cast, so if you only want one main character this is not for you.

Although Old Mr. Wen found it a pity that such an expensive vase had been broken, he did not say anything else. However, he gave Old Mrs. Wen a lashing for taking matters into her own hands and giving Mo Yunyao's belonging to Xia Ruya.
Old Mrs. Wen did not defend herself since she knew that she was at fault.
Wen Xinya still remembered the expression on Xia Ruya's face. It was as if web-like structures and cracks began to form in a mirror. She looked extremely hideous, grotesque and awful… 
Wen Xinya felt that it was not that unbearable to live under the same roof as Xia Ruya.
She was no longer the angst and easily-agitated Wen Xinya that she used to be in her previous lifetime. Xia Ruya's scheming tricks and attempts to provoke her were not going to pose a threat to her.
Wen Xinya had been in high spirits lately and passed her tests with flying colors, thus giving her lots of confidence for the upcoming final year examinations. She did not have to worry about the preparations for her coming-of-age ceremony either. Thanks to her competent subordinates, her career had been going on rather successfully too. Hence, she decided to use her spare time to pick up Russian. Not only did she enroll herself into Russian tuition classes, but she had also even downloaded Russian songs on her mobile phone. She also began watching Russian movies which depicted World War II, instead of her favorite Chinese historical television dramas.
Wen Xinya sat on the carpet and munched on some snacks while watching an old Russian Movie. She kept her eyes fixed on the Chinese subtitles while trying to learn how to pronounce Russian words.
"Are you learning Russian?" Si Yiyan asked, listening to her mimic the Russian actors like a parrot. He was incredibly amused by her, too distracted to even read his documents.
Wen Xinya threw her Russian beginner's textbook aside and groused angrily. "I'm not going to learn anymore. I don't want to learn anymore. Russian is way too difficult and the pronunciation is too complicated."
Although she had good memory skills and could memorize everything easily within a short amount of time, she lacked talent in picking up new languages. During her English lessons, she did better in theoretical knowledge compared to dictation. Fortunately, dictation only made up 20% of the total score of the English paper of her examination. Otherwise, her final grades would definitely be pulled down by the English subject.
In her previous lifetime, she was not fluent in English at all.
Hence, she decided to blame it on the complicated theory of genetics and never once admitted that it was a problem of hers.
After all, her mother still had to bring a translator along when she went to England for an interview with a fashion magazine, despite being intelligent and brainy. On the other hand, her respectable maternal grandfather would also frown at the sight of English books.
Si Yiyan smiled alluringly and said, "Forget it if you don't wish to learn any more then. However, it takes a lot of time and energy to pick up a new language, regardless of what it may be."
Although he could guess how frustrated she was with learning Russian… he was too embarrassed to tell her that talent was of the utmost importance when picking up a new language.
"I was just picking it up casually. I'll learn whatever I can," said Wen Xinya, who then picked up the textbook again. Russian could be considered Si Yiyan's second mother tongue which he would speak in almost all the time, except when he was with Wen Xinya. Hence, she wanted to master the Russian language and understand his world.
However, Si Yiyan understood what her intentions were and grabbed the textbook from her hands. After browsing through it casually, he threw it into the rubbish bin and said, "Such a lousy Russian textbook. It's not going to help you learn Russian at all."
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and she thought to herself, So I've been failing to learn the basic pronunciations even after trying for several days, because of how lousy the textbook is and not because of my lack of talent. 
Si Yiyan pulled her into his arms and said smilingly, "There's an easier way for you to learn Russian!"
Wen Xinya held Si Yiyan's hand and said, "What is it? Hurry and tell me. It's too difficult to learn Russian. The pronunciations are too complicated."
Si Yiyan smiled mysteriously and said, "Right before you!"
"Are you going to teach me?" asked Wen Xinya, who realized that Russian was Si Yiyan's second mother tongue and hence, he would definitely be proficient in it.
Si Yiyan kissed her lips gently and said, "Of course I can teach you, but not for free…" He then continued suggestively, "I'm taking into account our relationship, so I'll make an exception this time and let you make up for it with your body. Once every lesson…"
Wen Xinya blushed red and glared at him before caving in to his intense gaze. "Si Yiyan, you're too despicable. Shameless, gangster, lecher! You're full of lustful thoughts. If I…" She lowered her voice and continued, "If I still can't master Russian even after having paid for my school fees, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
She had no confident in herself at all.
Si Yiyan grinned widely and said, "If you can't learn it well, I'll return it to you. Twice… every lesson!"
Wen Xinya's eyes widened in shock and she glared at him again. "You… you're too shameless!"
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "So… do you want to learn from me or not? This is an extremely rare opportunity. Although I can't guarantee that you'll be able to make it your second Mother tongue, it won't be a problem for you to speak it well."
Wen Xinya glared at Si Yiyan and turned as pale as a tomato. Gritting her teeth, she gave in to temptation and answered, "Fine, I'll learn. What's there to be afraid of?"
She suddenly realized that she would be his after she turned eighteen. It wouldn't matter how many times they did it then… 
Finding her actions to be extremely adorable, a warm and fuzzy feeling filled Si Yiyan's heart and he said, "We'll start now then!"
"Wait a minute!" Wen Xinya sprung up from the carpet and grabbed her bag that was sitting on the couch. She then retrieved a journal and pen that she would often bring around with her.
Si Yiyan stared at the journal and pen in her hands.
Wen Xinya made a stroke on the journal and said, "I must take notes, lest you go back on your word and abuse your authority."
She could not help but be reminded of the time when Si Yiyan brought her to an auction on a cruise in Nantong. She had gambled with Si Yiyan then and made a huge loss. She still owed Si Yiyan a lot.
"Baby, you're too lovable." Si Yiyan then pinned Wen Xinya beneath him and began smooching her passionately.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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Kong Xiuru thought of herself as a genius in learning foreign languages. Her memory had always been good and she had her own methods of remembering words. In her daily teaching process, she would pass down some of them to her students.
However, Kong Xiuru only realized now that her memory wasn't even worth trash as compared to Ling Yun's!
Once! Just once! He had learned it after just taking one look. She heard that he had no problem reading or writing it. Is… is he even human?
Can 'genius' still be used to describe him?
If he… if he has such a terrifying memorizing ability, why did he have to wait until the college entrance exams to exhibit it?!
Why was he so low-profile before?
Kong Xiuru didn't quite dare to believe that Ling Yun had really memorized over a thousand words so quickly. She took out the Grade 10 English textbook and started picking out some of the more difficult words for Ling Yun to read.
This time, she wasn't searching from the word lists behind the texts. Instead, Kong Xiuru was randomly selecting from within the texts.
In truth, Ling Yun wasn't just able to read the words out very well, he could even explain their meaning at will and easily write the words on paper.
Kong Xiuru tried seventeen words consecutively but each time was the same. There was no exception!
Kong Xiuru couldn't believe it at first. She had gotten Ling Yun to translate the English words to Chinese, as well as read and write them. Now, she was closing the textbook and she was describing the meaning of English words using Chinese and getting Ling Yun to translate it to English. On top of that, he even had to write and read those English words.
Then, she believed it! Whenever she said a Chinese word, Ling Yun would immediately translate it to English. Moreover, as he read the word, he would casually write that word on paper as well.
In one go, he had translated twenty to thirty words and they were all correct. Not one of them was wrong and he had not hesitated on a single one of them.
Kong Xiuru was dumbfounded. She felt as if she couldn't stand properly. She stopped getting Ling Yun to stay in the study room. Instead, she got him to come out and sit on the sofa.
Then, she closely scanned Ling Yun to the point that Ling Yun was a little scared. Was my performance too nature-defying?
Kong Xiuru knew that Ling Yun's learning of English was no longer limited to this half an hour of remedial. If he were to be given a day to memorize all the English words from the senior high school to university syllabuses, it wouldn't be a problem at all!
If that were the case, she could teach him some grammar on top of that and get him to memorize the senior high and even university level English texts. College entrance exams? Even taking the TOEFL (Test of English as a Foreign Language) straight away wouldn't be a problem!
"Ling Yun, you're incredible!" Kong Xiuru suddenly burst out exclaiming.
And what came after shock? Adoration. Sincere shock would produce sincere adoration!
Even if Kong Xiuru was even more anti-men or even more indifferent towards men, she was still a woman in the end. Moreover, she was a virgin.
Ling Yun chuckled. "I'm just alright. It's mainly because Teacher teaches well. Otherwise, I wouldn't learn so quickly!"
Kong Xiuru blushed as she said in her heart. Your memory is so terrifying. What does that have to do with the English basics I've taught you? However, she still felt sweet and cheery on the inside. She felt proud that Ling Yun had been able to grasp the language so quickly.
"Ling Yun, Teacher will teach you a few commonly used sentence structures later. For example, sentence structures for things that have happened and things that are happening. Once you learn these, you will be able to completely learn English by yourself. As for listening, as long as you listen to some recordings, Teacher believes that your listening definitely won't be a problem."
Ling Yun thought to himself. Listening? That's the last thing I'm worried about. Within a thirty meter radius, if any wind blows or any grass moves, I would be able to hear it clearly.
"English, plainly said, is just about memorizing words. What kind of grades you get will depend completely on how many words you've grasped. Your teacher has one request for you."
Kong Xiuru was thinking as she spoke. She was guiding Ling Yun patiently and systematically.
"Hehe. Teacher, you can say whatever request you have. As long as it is within my ability, it definitely won't be a problem."
Ling Yun laughed as he spoke leisurely.
Kong Xiuru looked at the student who seemed to be the most talented one she had taught in her six years of teaching. Her heart was filled with emotions. She said softly, "Ling Yun, with your memory, memorizing five thousand words in two days would not be a problem at all. Your Teacher wants you to memorize all the English words in the senior high and university syllabuses."
Ling Yun pondered for a moment. He had memorized over a thousand words in half an hour. Memorizing five thousand in two days wouldn't be a problem, would it? Hence, he smiled brightly and said, "No problem. But I don't have the university textbook, Teacher!"
Kong Xiuru laughed softly. "Don't worry about that. Your Teacher has it at home!"
But then, she suddenly laughed mischievously. "If you really have a photographic memory, would you dare to memorize the Oxford English Dictionary?"
Lin Yun started perspiring madly. My beautiful form teacher, are you playing with me? Ling Yun had seen how thick that Oxford English Dictionary on Cao Shanshan's table was. Memorize that? Even if he had that kind of memory, he didn't have the kind of effort needed. Even if he had the kind of effort needed, he wasn't in the kind of mood to do it!
As for patience, Ling Yun, who practiced cultivation, had plenty of it. But what was the point of memorizing something useless?
Seeing that Ling Yun had no response, Kong Xiuru knew that her request was overboard. She couldn't help but look down on herself for a moment. Then, she said, "If you can do as Teacher has requested for the next two months, Teacher believes that you will be able to score full marks on your English college entrance exam."
Ling Yun had that self-belief too. Now, he already knew the phonetic alphabets. English words were not an obstacle anymore. He would first memorize all the English words, then memorize things like history texts and all of the senior high English texts. As for grammar or whatnot, even if he didn't understand it now, he would understand it by the end!
If one becomes familiar with the Three Hundred Tang Poems, even if he or she doesn't know poetry, he or she would be able to recite poetry. That was the logic Ling Yun had.
Lin Yun laughed gently. "Please do not worry, Teacher. I'll do as you've requested."
Kong Xiuru looked at Ling Yun with her bright eyes. For an instant, she lost herself in a trance. Then, she quickly regained her senses and said, "The fourth self-study period has started. This period, Teacher shall teach you grammar and sentence structures."
Ten minutes before the end of the fourth self-study period.
Kong Xiuru nodded at Ling Yun contently. She said gently, "Alright, let's end our remedial lesson here tonight. Your foundation of English is complete now… You've pretty much grasped it. After a few more remedial lessons, Teacher believes that your grades will soar."
Actually, in less than two periods, Kong Xiuru already realized that Ling Yun had grasped eighty percent of the senior high English knowledge.
Learning English grammar and sentence structures not only requires memory but also requires comprehension. And Ling Yun's ability to comprehend was not far behind his ability to memorize.
Regarding the basics of English, there really wasn't much more that Kong Xiuru could teach Ling Yun.
Going forward, Ling Yun would just have to memorize words and texts, and also do several college entrance mock exam papers and he would be fine. But for some reason, Kong Xiuru actually still wanted Ling Yun to come to her place for remedial lessons.
Hence, she had immediately changed her words on the spot. From saying that Ling Yun had completely grasped it, she said that he had pretty much grasped it. Then, she told him to come for a few more lessons.
Ling Yun remained silent and calm. He was very focused and serious when it came to studying. His body diffused a clear and refreshing smell. Kong Xiuru quite liked the feeling of being with this genius student.
Ling Yun stood up. "Thank you, Teacher. I will work hard. I shall go back to the classroom now. Goodbye, Teacher!"
Kong Xiuru smiled and said, "What are you saying goodbye for? Your Teacher still has to go back to the classroom to collect the test papers. Let's go together!"
"Oh…" Ling Yun was speechless. In his heart, he had been planning to run off right after leaving Kong Xiuru's place. He hadn't expected that Kong Xiuru would still go back to the classroom.
Ling Yun had a chance of breaking into the Fourth Level of the Physique Tempering Stage today. Hence, he couldn't wait to go to the river bank.
Kong Xiuru locked the door and entered the elevator with Ling Yun. The two of them left the teaching and administrative staff dormitories and walked side-by-side towards Grade 12 Class 6.
"Ling Yun, I heard from Cao Shanshan that you've caught up in your mathematics as well."
Kong Xiuru inquired as they walked.
Ling Yun answered casually, "I'm doing alright."
"In the future, try not to be absent. Learn more things. Your Teacher has high hopes for you now. You might even make it into Yan Jing University. That's the best educational establishment in China."
Ling Yun thought to himself. Yan Jing University? I've already promised Ning Lingyu that long ago! But he still laughed gently and replied, "I'll try."
"Mmm. It's good to have confidence. The lesson is ending soon. Let's hurry to the classroom." Kong Xiuru couldn't resist patting Ling Yun gently on the shoulder.
The two of them returned to the classroom. Ling Yun had only just sat back at his seat when the bell rang for the fourth period of night self-study.
Ling Yun immediately stood up as if there was a fire under his a*s. He casually tossed his textbooks on the table and prepared to leave the classroom.
Cao Shanshan's face was blushing as she looked at Ling Yun and said, "Ling Yun… Can… can you send me home…?"
Ling Yun looked at Cao Shanshan in surprise as he thought. Why do you want me to send you home at such a time?
However, since they had become table mates, Cao Shanshan had helped Ling Yun a great deal. Ling Yun really couldn't just reject her.
He could only go back to his seat as he looked at Cao Shanshan thoughtfully. "I really have a very important thing to do tonight? Can we do this another day?"
Cao Shanshan had spontaneously requested Ling Yun to send her home and it had already taken a great deal of courage. Although Ling Yun was rejecting her now, seeing that Ling Yun had come back to his seat just for her and that he was using a negotiating tone, she felt delightful.
"Mmm… Since you have an important thing, we'll do this another day then. I… I'll wait for you!" Cao Shanshan fiddled with her fountain pen as she said shyly.
"Alright then, I'll go now!" After saying that, Ling Yun flashed Cao Shanshan a bright smile before standing up and hinting to Cao Shanshan to make way for him.
Cao Shanshan's heart melted as she giggled and stood up shyly. She left her seat and moved aside for Ling Yun to go out.
Cao Shanshan watched Ling Yun's back view as he left. Then, she muttered to herself, "Finding back something that you've thrown away is really hard…"
After leaving the classroom, Ling Yun dashed to the school field. He put on an act and leisurely ran half a round before entering a shady area. Then, he leaped over the school's fences and activated the Thousand Miles Godly Steps, dashing straight toward the river bank.
"My precious Shichiyou herb, Big Brother has missed you to death!" Ling Yun had already undergone two nights of physique tempering without the help of the Shichiyou herb. Naturally, his heart was burning with eagerness.
Within two minutes, Ling Yun had reached the opposite bank of the Shichiyou herb. Then, he saw that, beside the Shichiyou herb, was a snow-white arctic fox!


Lingyun's tribulation has failed and he has descended onto Earth in the degenerate age. Step by step, he will rise up against the natural order!

For the past few days, Evelyn was quite busy in learning to read and write a new language. The language's equivalent to an alphabet is closer to English rather than Japanese. However, the pronunciation and wording of the language are, strangely, more so closer to Japanese than English. With two letters in combination, they would produce a sound and with multiple of those letters put together, it would eventually form words or sentences. Though foreign, Evelyn tried her hardest to try and learn it as quick as possible; though going at the pace that she was at, it may be a good month or two before she would be proficient enough to read without any problems. Dianne, the smart one of the group, had quickly given her a foundation into learning the language and then took off after she had felt Evelyn had caught on. At that point, Dianne felt that Evelyn only needed practice before she could finally read and write.

Evelyn was not alone in learning it though, all three of her creations also sat down with her and tried learning to read and write as well. Alice, which was predictable, fought fussily and refused to try and learn to read and write. In the end, Evelyn had forced her to learn at least the letters and she would learn the rest at a later date. Asahi and Tsukiko had no problem. They were easily making headway into understanding and memorizing the letters and sentence structure. Both of them learned just as fast, if not faster, as Evelyn did.

It was not until the third day since the three had arrived here that they came back to their home. They were able to somehow live out there and come back relatively unharmed; after all, excluding the two snow goblins, the rest of the monsters are relatively harmless. Their appearance still the same except their faces showing that they were haggard.

"Lady Evelyn, would it be alright if I ask you for a favor?"

Dianne, who Evelyn viewed more favorably, asks her a question. Confusion apparent through her expression; Evelyn wonders what they could ask for.

"That is, is there a way that you can help us resolve our transportation issue?"

"Transportation? What do you mean by transportation? Did you walk all the way over from the capital?"

If so, Evelyn thought it is a bit foolish and weird to walk all that way just to come to her dungeon; the distance between her supposed dungeon's location and the capital is no laughing matter.

"No, it is not that but I fear we will not be able to bring everything back," Dianne explains. "With the matter of your request, it is best if we could somehow increase our earnings when we go back."

The matter that Dianne is talking about was Evelyn's thirst for books and scriptures. With more written contents, Evelyn thought for sure that her reading and writing proficiency would increase. The only demerit is that books were costly. With no method to print out books, the people could only resort to handwriting every copy of a book. Likewise, since the technology to mass print is not available, making paper is also an expensive commodity. Even inside the Adventurer's Guild, they would use clay tablets to write requests and hang them onto the quest board for adventurers to receive. The demand for paper exceeds the availability of itself.

Evelyn thought it through and then brought out the system. Going straight into the shop section, she looks up the price of wagons. The affordable ones were in the price ranges of 10DP to 200DP. Different materials, the size, and also design of the wagons are reflected in their prices.

"Though I could provide another wagon, who is going to pull the wagon back?"

"Uh, we were also hoping if you could somehow provide them as well.

Dianne's face blushes and turns slightly red from their shameful request. The embarrassment from asking Evelyn these requests is too much for Dianne alone to bear. Even Leonard and Linda behind her could only awkwardly shift around and scratch their heads at Dianne asking on all of their behests.

"I understand," Evelyn sighs. "I will also provide you with what is needed to pull the wagon."

In the end, Evelyn spent a little over 200DP purchasing what they needed. One wagon and two workhorses. The wagon is of low-key design. Its appearance looks no different from what a normal wagon would look like. However, it is made from a more sturdier species of tree known as Ferric Oakwood. The wood processed from them contained the hardness and resilience of iron but flexibility of normal wood. It's purchasing price is 110DP. The two workhorses were reddish-brown, and the hair on their crests are long and ebony in color. The contour of their head and set of beautiful black eyes made them look quite noble in appearance.

"Are these Ember horses?"

Dianne speaks after seeing the whole spectacle of them appearing out of thin air right in front of them. All three of them could not believe what had just happened just a few moments ago. All of them are bedazzled and also puzzled how they came to be.

"That is correct. They are considered Ember horses."

"Amazing..." Dianne mutters. "We just got some top tier breeds of horses just to pull the wagon."

Dianne becomes even more amazed after Evelyn confirmed her question. Sturdy, hardy and also pretty powerful. Legends had depicted Ember horses being able to run three days and nights at top speed without even needing to rest. Of course, the legends were exaggerating their abilities by a lot. Nonetheless, they were still considered one of the favorite breeds of horses.

"Is that enough?"

"Y, Yes! It is quite enough!" Dianne stumbles out of her reverie. "Thank you for all the trouble Lady Evelyn."

"It is not a problem," Evelyn assures her. "If you have any other needs, tell me and I will see what I can do."

"Thank you!"

The three leads the horses away along with them pulling the wagon. Evelyn watches their figures disappear behind the snowy hills. Evelyn soon reenters her home, continuing learning to read and write.

Having died in his previous life, Evelyn finds himself in another world. He also finds out that he has transitioned from a boy to a girl.

A message and a gift from an unknown sender; he becomes a dungeon lord. Often detached from the realities around him, he readily accepts it.

Creating a dungeon for himself and only himself. Though solitude is what he often seeks, quite the opposite is what happens and what he really needs.

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