In the ‘90s era, Adrian Cowell was just a rich young man living it up in Los Angeles who had spent years in indulgence and often caused trouble. Unable to allow his behavior to continue, his parents changed their will before their passing and he was no longer able to live as extravagantly as he did before. However, Adrian's fate took a turn one night while trying to fix his bedside lamp which led to Zhang Haoxuan, a man from the future who had time-traveled after being intoxicated, to possess his body.
Assuming his new identity as ‘Adrian’, he utilizes his absurd memory for films in his former life as Zhang Haoxuan, as well as Adrian’s wealth and connections, to replicate films that have been produced in the future — determined to dominate the Hollywood scene.
Watch Adrian as he rises to be the king of Hollywood, a figure who will be envied by many!


USBa Charger Tang Jian: As for the owner of this house, he's snoring a lot right now, and I'm sure the sound we make when we fall to the ground will be overshadowed by his snoring.

USBa Charger Grace: So how do we get down there?

USBa Charger Beverly: It's about 50 centimeters from the ground, but it's only five centimeters from the top of the bedside table, so we can jump to the top first.

USBa Charger Simon: And on the cabinet, there are two data lines, one USB a data line, one USB c data line, we can tie these two data lines together, fix one end to the lamp, then measure the distance, and after we jump, there's still five centimeters between us and the ground, so we're going to bungee jumping next.

Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, these four USB a-chargers are doing it in total disregard of the feelings of USB c-data line Turner and USB a-data line Cheng Ming, which has led to opposition from these two data lines.

USBc Data Line Turner: You're acting so recklessly.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: There is no doubt that we are two tough data wires.

USBc Data Line Turner: So there's no question that in the process of being used as a bungee jumping rope by you, it doesn't matter to us.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: But I don't like it!

USBc Data Line Turner: But I will only oppose you verbally.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: Because we know that the best punishment for you is to let you do this.

USBc Data Line Turner: We had anticipated what the outcome would be.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: The result is that you're going to be in the trash can, and you're going to be in the trash can very quickly, and most likely, even tonight, you're going to be in the trash can.

Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, these four USB a chargers, through the way of bungee jumping, in the absence of a lot of noise, very smoothly came to the ground, in fact, they don't need so much trouble, can jump directly to the ground, but that will make a lot of noise. Even so, their plans were discovered because the lamp on the bedside table was on.

Desk light Owen: I seldom turn on the lights, except when I'm reluctant, but today, I'm breaking this routine, you know why? Because of you four restless guys.

Desk light Owen: What do you want? Want to bungee jump, so tie a data line to me? Didn't you ever think that if I were to be dragged off the bedside table and fall to the ground, I would be shattered, that you would want to involve the innocent in order to satisfy a little desire within you, and that I could say that you four are uneasy and kind-hearted creatures?

Desk light Owen: Get back in the drawer, right now! And I will be tied to the USB C data line to the solution! I am thinking of you, because if I keep the lights on, it means that Yola, the owner of the house, will come to me as soon as he wakes up, and he will see you escaping from the drawer.

Desk light Owen: Do you think you can leave this bedroom before he wakes up? Even if you could get out of this bedroom, you must know that there are four very frightening creatures in the living room, three, to be exact, because the big one of them is quite decent, but even one of them can play you around. So, hurry back to this drawer under me, NOW!  

The threat of Owen's lamp worked, and Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly and Simon did not go any further toward the bedroom door. They turned back the way they had come, and were very careful, so Owen turned off the lamp. However, when it heard the noise again and wanted to turn on the light again, it could not turn on the light. The four USB a chargers moved their hands and feet on the plug-in board connected to it, pressed the power switch on it, and turned off the power. As a result, Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, and Simon, the four USB a chargers, have been condemned by their affected Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan for their rash behavior.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: Don't worry, I won't complain about you, Because I think you did the right thing, Even at night, when you turn off the electrical appliances, you should turn off the power that connects them at the same time, because I can't guarantee that everything will be all right. I have a deep understanding of the current. I know that the current with a voltage of more than 110 volts is terrible, so I'll give you a wake-up call and get out of this bedroom and this house.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: It's best to get to the main road, and when you get to the main road, you'll have the courage to get to the middle of the main road, so that when a few tons, even a dozen tons, dozens of tons of vehicles pass by, you'll be crushed and crushed in that instant.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: You know why I said that? This is because, you have to admit, you are the waste, and the best place to go is the waste disposal station.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: But when you're sent to the waste disposal station, you're also sent to the pulverizer and crushed, so I remind you, right now, to the main road. Go, go now!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: You can tell from my words how much I don't like you!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: I'd love to see you out of this house myself, if I could, because I don't want to work with you anymore, and there have been a lot of plug-in board fires because of working with you old chargers, and then it's bad luck.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: Let's face it, I don't want to be the next bad guy!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: So any charger or plug I want to work with is new!

When Owen couldn't reproduce the mess, Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, the four USB chargers, left the bedroom without a hitch, because the bedroom door was open all the time, but when they arrived in the living room, Liu Peng, the smart TV set that was still playing TV, suddenly blossomed. What was the matter? Just then, Mukang, the router next to Liu Peng, laughed.

Router Mukang: Hehe! Look what scared you!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: You scared the hell out of me, too!

Router Mukang: Is it that mysterious? This isn't the first time I've lost my network!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: But this is the first time you've deliberately disconnected!

Router Mukang: How do you know this is the first time I've deliberately disconnected!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: Is it because of you that I have been unable to connect to the Internet many times before? Shall I take the initiative to disconnect from the network and let Yola know that the router next to me should be laid off? Shall I?

Router Mukang: Who's afraid of who?

Smart TV series Liu Peng: Yes! Who's afraid of who!

Katekyo hitman! Reborn!
Background noises and music of the Reborn series played in the background. The room was dimly lit with orange light from a simple and convenient table lamp. An apple brand touchscreen laptop, the source of the noise was set on a mahogany study table. The chair beside the study table was pulled out carelessly and clothes were strewn on the floor. A slight figure covered in a blue duvet with the head settled on a white pillow lay peacefully, stirring and turning occasionally and kicking one pillow to the ground. A man silently crept in the room, closed the laptop, adjusted the chair, turned off the table lamp and set the pillow on the bed. 
Ever since Khalayi had come back from her grandmother, she was different. The bubbly yet kind young lady was withdrawn and had been spending most of her time in her room binging on anime. She refused to go back to school citing sickness. His convincing power had declined to -00000.01 and he was at loss about what could be done. With a permissive grandmother as her guardian and a steady source of income, more than enough to cater to her for a lifetime, convincing her to go to school proved harder. However, her appetite did not spell 'unwell'. It consisted of binging on junk and skipping on meals because either she had eaten too much sugar or eaten too much salt, according to her. She could not be convinced to take soup either. 
The door creaked back, connecting with the doorknob. Khalayi had stirred up the moment she felt the presence of a person in the room. Regardless of how discrete Uncle Vinny was, her sharp instincts could not ignore the presence of a foreigner in her room.  Uncle Vinny was her carer, as an orphan and lone child, all she had in this world was Uncle Vinny, her grandmother, and her money. Her parent's past investments covered her slightly extravagant needs. The current world of money, freedom and next to no supervision had taken the 27year old soul in a teenager's body slightly perplexed but mostly exhilarated. Rather, appealed to her hidden sense of seeking adventure. There was so much mystery behind the kind-looking face. 
Nastanje woke up a week ago in an unfamiliar bed in a villa at the country-side. The villa had a bourgeoisie feel. The room she woke up in had a large translucent sliding glass door that led to a balcony providing a view of serene and restful environment; a hill with exotic trees could be seen from there. It looked like a man-made forest since the exotic trees extended to the villa. The morning light was reflected by the swimming pool whose water shimmered a bright blue, mirroring the sky. The tranquility could not break the restlessness she felt after waking up in a strange place. When she was surveying the environment, her restless feet had led her to the balcony, regardless of the painful limbs. It was not shocking that her limbs were painful because, well she had been in an accident. What she could not comprehend was how the hell she had found herself in this place. 
Caught up in her own world, the feeling that someone had opened the room and was standing near her jolted her back into reality. An elderly lady with salt and pepper hair, outgoing and baggy dungaree jeans and homely smile looked at her with fond eyes. Eyes that spoke of love, care, and a spoiling nature. A light breeze blowing by made the elderly lady frown a bit.
'Let us get you back into the room, it is cold outside. Are your feet still hurting? Why did you go so far out into the forest? I know you are strong and adventurous; can't you be a bit more careful? I only have you now', the old lady chided softly, her left arm snaking through Nastanje's back to her right arm while her right arm held her left arm, warmly embracing her and leading her to the bedroom. 
'Khalayi, is anything on your mind? Did you forget your name and brains somewhere after the fall? You are awfully quiet. The bath is ready. Am around the corner, just give me a call if you need anything', the elderly lady said as she settled her down to the bed and went out of the room.
Left alone, Nastanje attempted to get her thoughts in order. Why was she being called Khalayi. She was in an accident in a busy street, not some forest. Her body felt sweaty and sticky so she made her way to the bathroom. Passing by the mirror, she saw a slightly tiny version of her. 
'Just how much weight have I lost and how long have I been out,' she wondered as she continued to gaze at herself in the mirror. She felt that something wasn't right, the her who lost weight usually had an edgier and sallow jawline, not a youthful face. It looked like she had transformed into her younger self. It did not make sense, because, even if she had gone back to the past, she would not be in a villa with a kindly old woman calling her Khalayi. Warm water in the bathtub made her body relax but the cycle of thoughts still bugged her restless self. Stepping out of the tub refreshed, she dried herself and put on the clothes by the bedside. She descended down the stairs lined with lifelike paintings down to the living room carpeted in red with antique furniture and a strikingly unique grandfather clock. She slowly headed to the dining room, unsettling the elderly lady who chided her for walking around yet she was still weak. She smiled and stated that it was no big deal and she needed to walk around a bit after sleeping for so long.
'What do you mean sleeping for so long, you were brought here yester evening after being rescued from the fall', the elderly lady said.
'It must have been a light one. See, am still standing strong', Nastanje joked.
The old lady sighed helplessly and grumbled about stubborn children who begot stubborn grandchildren who make her life difficult. Nastanje, now responding to the name Khalayi sat down for breakfast, taking her meal silently as she tried to figure out how she became a grandchild to the old lady. She was careful to address her without mentioning her title, till she figured out how she got here and why she looked younger than usual. A little bit more talking with her grandmother made her realize she had been reborn in her doppelganger's body. Doppelgangers were just a theory in movies, but now, she was living the theory.
She covered herself more and sunk into slumberland after watching uncle Vinnie go. Her new identity was the last thing on her mind.

Dull, boring, routine do-gooder. 
'No, am not talking dirty with you now because am in the office and i look innocent and everyone thinks am a good person'
Reincarnated in her doppelganger's 19 year old body, 
'it is about time to be a bad girl, unapologetically evil, basely iniquitous'
She smiled innocently, her eyes holding an evil glint.

The characters might irk you. They have no apologies for who they are...

Under the dim light, there shadows were showing on the wall, but there was supposedly only one person in the room. The two sides next to Wenyu's body creased downward as her hair spread like a halo—it felt like something was pressing down on her.
"Qiumei, Qiumei… Qiumei!" Wenyu suddenly jumped up from her sleep. She inhaled greedily and looked around with a lost expression on her face. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone around the room, giving it an intimate atmosphere. Most of the furniture was where it was supposed to be—there was no sign of anyone else having been in the room.
"Worse thing than having a nightmare is waking up in the middle of the night and realizing that the night is still long." Wenyu picked up the documents on the bed and looked around. "Where's the pen?"
She climbed out from bed to grab the pen, which had fallen away. Then she placed the pen and the papers that she had gathered into the folder inside her bag.
"Time to go back to bed. When the sun rises, I'll go to the school to take a look."
Climbing back into bed, Wenyu switched off the bedside table. Just as the room submerged into darkness, the camera caught a woman in a red outfit standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
When lights went off, she walked out of the bathroom again. She was still inside the room, but since the room was now completely shrouded in darkness, no one could see her.
The way that this movie portrays ghosts is quite interesting. Perhaps my Haunted House can take inspiration from it, to give the visitors a new sensation through a clever use of contrast.
The desire of Chen Ge to meet the movie director grew. If he cooperated with the director, Chen Ge had a feeling that he could raise the horror level at his Haunted House to new heights.
The screen was dark—one could barely see anything. However, this also gave the audience plenty of room for imagination because everyone knew, in the darkness, other than the sleeping main character, there was a ghost in a red outfit. The whole scene was captured in one shot; there was no editing, and that lent the movie a sense of authenticity.
Several seconds later, the scene ended, and the sun rose. Everything in the room was the same. The main character did not sense anything out of place, as if the memory from the previous night was truly just a nightmare.
"I broke out in cold sweat, worried about the girl." Ol' Zhou patted his chest lightly.
"Can you even break out in sweat?" Duan Yue rolled her eyes at him.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you touch my palm to find out?" Ol' Zhou extended his hand to Duan Yue, but the latter saw through the old trick, and she slapped his hand away.
The employees were greatly enraptured by the movie, but Chen Ge alone was thinking about something else. He had watched Deskmate earlier, and after comparing both Deskmate and Name, he noticed many problems.
"Both main characters are called Wenyu, so they should be about the left eye. However, the difference is, in Deskmate, the main character is still underage, but in Name, the main character is already working. These two movies depict different periods in life for the same character.
Based on the introduction on the left eye in Deskmate, Wenyu's body should have played host to the souls of several girls already, but that would mean that the many details in Name would not match up.
At the start of the movie, the name on the main character's diary was Qiumei, but when the female ghost appeared and pressed herself against the main character, it was also Qiumei's name that was called.
Now the soul trapped inside Wenyu's body seems to be Qiumei's as well.
At the end of Deskmate, Qiumei had answered the call from her new Deskmate, and she had invited her over to place, so theoretically speaking, a new cycle would have started already. However, after watching Name, Chen Ge realized that things were not that simple.
Qiumei doesn't seem like she found a scapegoat and continued the cycle. Over so many years, she has been suffering everything brought upon her by the left eye alone.
The few movies shot around the left eye seemed to star Wenyu, but in reality, the main character was Qiumei, who was controlling Wenyu's body. The body was Wenyu's, but the soul was Qiumei's.
Chen Ge found that out from watching the beginning of Name. Even though he was not technically a genius, he was a person who paid attention to details. He had a pair of eyes that could look through the surface to find the truth.
The movie continued. The room in the morning was bright and clean. Who would have thought this place had played host to a ghost? The main character handed in her resignation. With the new day, she did not head to work but carried her bag loaded with information and took the bus to Western Jiujiang, following the address that she had found online.
"Is this Jiujiang Private University?" From searching for the whole morning, Wenyu finally arrived at a hospital. "I'm looking for a school, but how come the address on the internet led me to a hospital?"
The buildings around looked quite old. Even though Wenyu was a local of Jiujiang, she had no idea such a hospital existed in Jiujiang.
"Is anyone in?" Wenyu tried to open the door and discovered that the door was locked from the inside. She leaned on the glass and peered into the hospital. The tiles were gleaming, and the chairs were dustless. The walls were white and new. Other than the strange silence, this place looked no different from a normal hospital.
"This hospital doesn't even have a name. I couldn't check it online even if I want to."
Wenyu walked to the other end of the hospital, and at the backdoor, a man wearing a mask and white coat was walking out.
"Doctor, can you help me?" Wenyu ran over, but after the doctor heard her voice, he did not stop but instead walked faster.
"Doctor?" Wenyu was confused by this reaction, and she ran forward to block his way. The man grunted with impatience. He was about to turn the other way when something seemed to dawn on him. His body froze, and he looked intensely at Wenyu.
The man was 1.8 meters tall and very handsome with an even build. However, there was a dark cloud between his brows, and his gaze was chilling. He had a presence around him that would deter others from getting too close to him.
Wenyu felt discomfited from his state. After a long time, she asked, "Hi, I'm here to register at Jiujiang Private University. I've brought the relevant documents and information, but I cannot find the school. However, the address given online has led me here."
"Jiujiang Private University?" The doctor's eyes had not moved away from Wenyu's face. "That school has been shut down already, so you'd better go find a different school."
The doctor then prepared to leave. Wenyu scratched her head and then called out with some hesitation. "Wait a minute, have we seen each other somewhere before?"
The doctor continued to walk away like he could not hear her.
"Your face is very familiar. I am sure I have seen you before!" Wenyu chased after him. "What is your name?"
Being chased relentlessly by Wenyu, the doctor finally stopped moving, and the camera gave him a close-up. With his brows creased together, the doctor stared at Wenyu, and he uttered in a whisper, "My name is Chang Gu."


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Seeing the frantic look on her face, Fang Zhihan's lips gently curved upwards, "Why should I give it to you?"
Yu Gangan opened her mouth in shock as she looked at the man helplessly. Filled with complaints, she knew she had to destroy such an ugly photo and not allow it to spread.
"It's my photo, so, of course, you have to give it to me," Yu Gangan softened her tone and laughed.
"Ohhh," Fang Zhihan stretched out this one dull word, not hiding the refusal in his eyes. He had no intention of giving the photo to her.
"As long as you give it to me, I'm willing to do anything," Yu Gangan said calmly.
Fang Zhihan raised his eyes a little, "Will you really do anything?"
Of course, she couldn't just do anything. 
Yu Gangan realized these words were like a trap filled with scheming. So, with a smile, she said casually, "It's just a photo. If you want it, then take it. I don't care at all."
Don't care? How could she not care?
No woman could stand having an ugly photo of themselves in the hands of a person with bad intent.
Yu Gangan naturally wouldn't allow it either.
Since this was her home and he wouldn't give it to her - then she was taking it.
As long as the photo was still in her home, then she was going to find it.
Yu Gangan waited until Fang Zhihan fell asleep before she quietly appeared in front of his bedroom door. She was the real owner of this bedroom, so she naturally had the keys to it.
But, Fang Zhihan was sleeping with the door unlocked.
The bedroom was dark and Fang Zhihan was laying on the bed with one arm covering his eyes. It appeared as though he was already asleep.
Just to be safe, Yu Gangan stood by the door for a little bit. After she confirmed that Fang Zhihan wasn't waking up, she gently entered the room.
There were only two places in her room where the photo could be: her study table and her bedside drawer.
Most of the things on the study table belonged to her, so she briefly flipped through them. 
Unable to find the photo she was looking for, she had no choice but to look in the bedside drawer.
But, even though this was her room, she couldn't understand why her guilt grew the longer she stayed inside. It was like she was a thief.
Yu Gangan glanced at Fang Zhihan and tiptoed over to the bed. She then opened the drawers slowly.
At that moment, the room suddenly lit up.
Yu Gangan froze as her heart raced. She lifted her eyes and it met with a deep gaze.
Fang Zhihan had woken up and turned on the bedside lamp.
The man lazily leaned back on the headboard as the light from the lamp fell on his body, casting a golden glow that highlighted his face and jawline; it was as perfect as a sculpture. His sharp eyes were filled with awareness; there were no signs of having just woken up. 
It seemed, he was never asleep to begin with.
Yu Gangan's eyes quivered a little as she held back her panic with a slight smile.
Fang Zhihan pursed his lips and asked, "What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
Yu Gangan retreated quietly, distancing herself from the man and forced a slight chuckle, "I came here to look for something."
"What are you looking for?"
Fang Zhihan got up from the bed; his tall and strong body felt strangely suffocating.
"I'm looking for some clothes that I want to wear tomorrow. I forgot to bring them with me..." Yu Gangan glanced at the door guiltily, prepared to leave.
But, just as she turned around, her wrist was held back. With a strength that couldn't be retaliated, she was pulled over and pinned against the wall behind the bedside drawer.
Yu Gangan was trapped between Fang Zhihan's chest and the wall as Fang Zhihan's deep voice resounded, "If you're looking for clothes, why are you looking in the bedside drawer?"
Yu Gangan: "..."


Beautiful doctor of Chinese medicine, Yu Gangan woke up from a coma one day to a cold, mysterious man. "Excuse me, you are...?"
A pair of profound eyes focused on her and replied, "Fang Zhihan, your husband."
Did this man take her for a fool? He was obviously a fraud!
A little while down the track, he pulled her into his arms and whispered beside her ear, "Who am I?"
This time, Yu Gangan froze and replied, "Fang Zhihan, my husband."
If he was a patient, then she was his sweetest medicine...

The color of the sky deepened. In the whole castle, besides Zhao Hai's room which was lit by magic, the other areas used torches.

This magic lamp was made from a kind of magic crystal that existed on the Ark continent, but magic crystals only came from two sources. One was magic crystal mines, where crystals could be both good or bad, calculated by how much energy they contained. If there was a lot, they could be used to power magic tools, if there wasn't, they could only be used for lighting. And magic crystals from underground were all disposable, once they were exhausted they were trash.

There was still another kind of magic crystal, those born from magic beasts. Such magic crystals were extremely hard to come by, there might not be one magic beast of ten that had one. Even though such magic crystals didn't contain much energy, they were still very stable, aids for when magicians used magic. Most importantly, such magic crystals could be reused. After it was exhausted, as long as it was given time, it could automatically absorb the natural energy of the same attribute from the world, slowly recharging until it could be used again.

But no matter what kind of magic crystal, they were all extremely costly. Mined crystals were a bit cheaper than from magic beasts, but that still wasn't a price ordinary people could afford.

With the Buda clan now in such an extreme state, even though Green had bought a few magic crystals, each was very precious, and couldn't be used wastefully. Therefore, besides Zhao Hai's room, the other areas were only lit by torches at night.

At this hour the slaves had already eaten and gone to sleep, but Mayling had just finished cooking, and had Meg go call over Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai was napping very sweetly. Even though he was in another world, now he had a spatial farm, and the least he had to worry about was making a living. Moreover, because he had been unconscious for all these days, Merine had constantly used magic to heal him, and so there was still a large quantity of water element left in his body. Water element in itself had a soothing effect, and added to him having put down his worries, he slept especially soundly.

Meg reached Zhao Hai's room, and first eavesdropped for voices inside. The room was very silent, without the slightest sound, so Meg knocked on the door: "Young master, get out of bed, you should eat supper."

There was still no sound. Meg called out another two times, but there was still no answer. In the end, Meg had no choice but to enter the room.

Once inside the room, Meg heard even breathing. She softly and quietly moved over to Zhao Hai's bed to look. Zhao Hai was sleeping soundly, basically not hearing her.

Meg sighed. She didn't know whether Zhao Hai was big hearted or an idiot, able to sleep so sweetly at a time like this.

Meg stood next to Zhao Hai's bed, softly pushing him: "Young master, you should get up and eat supper."

 


Zhao Hai woke up in a daze, muttering: "What time?"

Meg hurriedly said: "Young master, it's already seven in the evening, you should eat supper."

Zhao Hai opened his eyes, turning his head to glance at Meg standing next to the bed, then turning his head to look outside, discovering that the sky was already somewhat dark. He slowly sat up, shaking his somewhat sleep dazed head. A bit more awake, he turned his head to Meg: "Meg, what date is it?"

Meg lowered her head: "Young master, today is the sixth of April."

Zhao Hai nodded, counting in his head. He fell unconscious on the twenty seventh of February 1637, and now it was already the sixth of April. In other words, he had been unconscious for more than a month. To be able to move so freely after being unconscious so long, if he was on Earth, it would be a true miracle.

But Zhao Hai didn't ask Meg what was going on, because he knew from Adam's memories that the healing magic of the mages on the continent was miraculous. Let alone a month, even if he was unconscious for a year, he could still get up and walk around as if he'd just had a nap, without any muscular atrophy.

Zhao Hai sat on the bedside, and Meg at once gathered up his boots, about to put them on for him when Zhao Hai at once said: "Meg, put them down, I'll dress myself."

Meg looked distracted, but still said: "Young master, you had better let me do it, it's part of my duties."

Zhao Hai wasn't accustomed to something like this, and hastily stopped Meg: "Let it be, hereafter I'll handle such trifles myself." He grabbed the boots from Meg's hands and put them on himself.

Meg looked distractedly at Zhao Hai from the side. She felt that Zhao Hai was very strange today, let alone saying he would put them on himself, the previous Zhao Hai wouldn't even have taken them off on his own, and today he actually put them on himself.

Zhao Hai finished putting his boots on and stood, turning to Meg: "Let's go, let's eat first, I still have some things to discuss with grandpa Green."

Even though Meg felt that Zhao Hai was very strange today, she still responded, and led Zhao Hai towards the dining room. Meg knew that since Zhao Hai had never left his room since coming here, he still couldn't find his way around the castle. If she let him go on his own, he definitely wouldn't know which direction to go.

Leaving the room, Zhao Hai looked distracted, curiously looking all around. This castle was clearly ancient, the construction somewhat aged, but seemingly sturdy enough. But the building style was very old, and the indoor layout wasn't as good as Adam's original home, giving a somewhat gloomy feeling.

But Zhao Hai didn't care about this, he rather liked castles like these. In his imagination, castles should be like this. This was in the ancient style, perhaps he could still find some secret rooms somewhere.

Zhao Hai very quickly also noticed the torches on the walls. Recalling the price of magic crystals, Zhao Hai understood why they would use torches.

Even though Adam was a noble with no sense for value, he still knew the prices for something like magic crystals, because such things were considered luxury goods. They were things people in Adam's social class bought, and so he knew the price.

Zhao Hai simultaneously thought of that magic lamp in his room, that seemed to be the only magic lamp in the entire castle. Thinking of this, Zhao Hai couldn't help feeling warm.

The dining hall wasn't far from Zhao Hai's bedroom, and the two entered very quickly. Green, Merine, Rockhead, and Blockhead were just standing in the room waiting for Zhao Hai. Seeing Zhao Hai enter, they all bowed: "Good evening, young master, please have a meal."

Zhao Hai nodded. Walking over to the wooden table and glancing over it, he discovered it was only set for him alone. Through Adam's memories, Zhao Hai knew that when nobles ate, servant's couldn't sit together, only standing to the side and serving.

Zhao Hai sat down, sizing up the dining room. The room wasn't very large, only a bit more than twenty square meters. Within the room was set a long dining table, covered with a white table cloth. On the cloth were arranged two candle holders, each holding three wax candles.

Eight chairs were arranged around the table, made with very fine craftsmanship, apparently high level goods. Each corner of the dining room held a torch, making the whole room very bright. But besides this, there was nothing else in the room.

Zhao Hao sized up the dining room, then turned to Green and the others: "Grandpa Green, all of you sit down to eat as well. After eating I have some things to ask you."

Green at once bowed to Zhao Hai: "Young master, that won't do at all. When you are eating, we can't sit with you, these are imperial regulations."

Zhao Hai snorted: "Imperial regulations, but not my regulations. Since the empire abandoned us, why should we still observe imperial regulations? Don't object, quickly go get tableware and sit down to eat together. While eating I'll talk about some things. If you don't come, I won't eat either."

Green looked at Zhao Hai and had no means, only turning his head to glance at Merine, who shot him a glare: "What are you looking at me for, the young master hasn't had a bit to eat for more than a month, don't tell me you still want to let him go hungry."

Sure enough, Zhao Hai's health weighed heavier to Green. Hearing Meirin's words, he at once turned his head and said: "Then you go with Meg to the kitchen, I'll wait on the young master here."

This time Meirin didn't say anything, and led Meg away, while Green sat down with Blockhead and Rockhead. Blockhead and Rockhead were clearly a bit uncomfortable, sitting there as if on needles. Moreover, one could see that the two were a bit slow, and wouldn't say much. Ever since seeing Zhao Hai, all they had said was "Good evening, young master, please have a meal" along with the others.

Zhao Hai learned from Adam's memories that Blockhead and Rockhead were children his father had taken in and raised. They weren't clever, and could even be called stupid, but the two were talented in other ways, born with great strength, and further adding the Wild Dragon battle qi, the two were now both almost level six warriors, and were moreover loyal and devoted to the Buda clan, and absolutely wouldn't betray them.

While waiting for Meirin to bring the food, Zhao Hai turned to Green: "Grandpa Green, how much gold do we have on hand right now?"

Green looked distracted, he didn't know why Zhao Hai was asking, but he still at once stood to answer: "Young master, we currently have one hundred eighty gold coins on hand, but right now we don't lack any goods, and so these gold coins can all be allocated."

Zhao Hai hastily made Green sit, continuing: "Then when we came from the capital, didn't we use wagons to move the things? What about the cart horses?"

Green said: "Young master, this place is small and doesn't have anything in the way of produce, so in order to save on foodstuffs, we only have five horses. The wagons were all rented."

Zhao Hai looked distracted, but at once understood Green's meaning. Green was economizing as far as possible, and had to know that good horses didn't only eat grass, but had to eat some cereals. And since this place basically couldn't produce much grain, what could be saved of course had to be saved, and rearing horses was impossible.

A series about a man who awakens in a strange land to find himself in the body of a complete waste of human life. He has to try to help rebuild a family that has fallen to only himself and his few retainers. As the first arc of the story it grows and becomes an epic journey of adapting to new land while crippled by a drug he was forced to ingest as he was banished to a wasteland by the old nobles of the capital after his family sided with the wrong heir to the throne in line for succession. His only aid in this unfamiliar world is a strange ability that was present when he awoke in his new body. He’s got the ability to enter a world that is basically a farming simulation game, except all of the food is usable in the outside world. For someone stuck in a wasteland, only this cheat will help him survive and move forward in this unfamiliar world along with his few loyal retainers as he tries to rebuild a fallen family. Farming, selling crops, trying to find a way forward with a body that’s crippled. Follow the journey of Zhao Hai as he lives his life in a magical world filled with intrigue, farming, business, more farming, and other exciting non farming things, followed by farming and cultivation.

By the time Mo Jingshen returned to the hotel, it was late afternoon. The hotel staff informed him that Miss Ji did not leave her room today. She contacted room service for a simple meal at noon but did not make any further requests.
When Mo Jingshen entered, the woman on the bed was laying on her side, and her body was slightly curled up. Her breath was quiet and even, and her entire body was wrapped in the sheets. It seemed like she had been asleep the whole time. 
The man knitted his graceful, deep brows. He took long steps forward and approached her bedside. 
The soft light in the room illuminated the woman's clear complexion. Her skin and lips were pale, and her long eyelashes left faint shadows on her white, thin face. Her shoulder-length hair spread across the pillow and, due to the pain in her stomach, her body was curled up even as she was asleep. 
Ji Nuan had already grown used to her monthly pains and to enduring it through sleep when it became too agonizing to bear. By sleeping through the waves, she could at least reduce the discomfort she experienced. 
However, it was clear that it was really painful. Even her brows were slightly knitted. 
The curtains firmly blocked off all the light coming through the windows, and only the bedside lamp was illuminating the room. 
Although Ji Nuan had been sleeping the whole time, the sound of his approach woke her up. She did not open her eyes. 
Even though she had come for a business trip, she ended up having to rest in the hotel on the very first day. No matter if the work was important or not, she still felt that she had become a burden to her own company and felt some discomfort in her heart. Right now, she had no mood to face Mo Jingshen. 
It was extremely quiet in the room and Ji Nuan did not move in the slightest. Finally, when she heard the door being closed, her slightly tensed nerves relaxed. She opened her eyes and looked toward the bedside lamp before turning toward the tightly shut curtains. She then closed her eyes and prepared to sleep more. After all, most of the pain would occur during the first two days. After enduring through it, she wouldn't be as uncomfortable. 
The unique scent belonging to the man abruptly surrounded her from behind. Ji Nuan immediately tensed. She had assumed Mo Jingshen had left, but who would have thought that he had only left to lock the door. 
She laid stiffly. Aside from the faint fragrance of morning dew, the man's body also carried the scent of the outdoors. Afterward, her pajamas were unbuttoned. Just as her goosebumps rose and she was about to resist, the man's warm palm pressed against her cold abdomen. 
Ji Nuan paused. In this instant, the sensation of his skin against hers made it impossible for her goosebumps to fade away. The man's palm was especially warm, causing her entire body to stiffen. 
She did not move. However, as the man's warm breath landed on her neck, she tightened her grip around the sheets. 
She moved her head to avoid him, but the man's hand seemed to be glued to her abdomen. Just as she was about to turn over, she felt the bed sinking on one side. The man had decisively laid down and easily stopped her movements. He reached one arm behind her neck and brought her into his embrace. His palm remained pressed against her abdomen. 
"Mo Jingshen, who let you into my room? Shouldn't the room access card be only given to one person? I'm still sleeping, how can you come in as you please?" Ji Nuan was held in his embrace. She raised her head and met Mo Jingshen's ink-black eyes through the faint light from the bedside lamp.
The man did not speak and only slightly increased his strength against her abdomen. As Ji Nuan's movements to push him away became harsh, he said sternly, "Be more obedient. Isn't your stomach hurting? You still have the strength to struggle?"
"Aren't there hundreds of methods to relieve the pain in my stomach? If you're sincere in easing my discomfort, you could have bought me a heat pack or a hot water bottle, yet you used your hands. Don't think I don't know what you have in mind. I came with you to this business trip, but that doesn't mean I…"
Before she could finish her words, her face was held. She faltered in surprise and was firmly kissed. 
The man intertwined their tongues without offering her any explanations. He decisively kissed her deeply and heavily, and within moments, Ji Nuan felt as though her head was exploding. 
He was kissing her just because he couldn't win her with words? What illness did this man have?
Ji Nuan couldn't push him away and was almost fully pressed under his embrace. After several attempts, she lost all her strength. The pain in her abdomen caused her to hate the weakness she experienced every month. She refused to shut her eyes, glaring at him with heat in her gaze. 
As they kissed, the man's dry palm gradually shifted away from her abdomen. It pressed tightly against her skin, holding her waist without any obstruction. His body covered hers, and the kiss deepened. 
Since Ji Nuan was still glaring at him, the man covered her eyes with his hand. Ji Nuan was forced to shut her eyes and the moment she did so, she could no longer control her own emotions. Finally, as the man sensed her resistance weakening, he patiently and gently kissed her lips and did not continue.
Ji Nuan opened her eyes as her lips were finally released. The daze from the kiss immediately cleared from her gaze. She reached out to haul the man's hand away from her abdomen. "Mo Jingshen!" 
"En?" Under the faint light in the room, the man's voice sounded especially dark, husky, and charming. It was seductive and lazy, causing one's heart to skip a beat. "Your stomach is hurting so badly. Why didn't you request the hotel to bring you some brown sugar water?" 
Ji Nuan shifted her face away to avoid his warm breath. "There's no point in drinking it. It'll only relieve the pain for at most thirty minutes. There's no point in troubling the hotel staff." 
The man lowly spoke, "And so, you've been enduring it like this?"
She answered mildly, "I'm used to it."
Before their divorce, Mo Jingshen and Auntie Chen would make sure that she had a cup of warm milk or brown sugar water every night. At the time, her monthly pains truly eased. However, in the three years after the divorce, she was only able to exercise regularly. She could barely care about the other small details. Amidst her busy schedule, it was impossible to boil things like brown sugar water or ginger tea every night. 
It's been three years. She had already grown used to it. How could she possibly be as delicate as she used to be by Mo Jingshen's side? She had also lost all desire to be delicate. 
He lowly and huskily said,  "What are you used to? Wriggling on the bed like a shrimp, were you intentionally trying to cause my heart to ache?" 


Having been reborn, she takes one glance at her ridiculously handsome husband and wonders if she had suffered from brain damage back then—she had actually demanded for a divorce with him. Repeatedly! 

In her previous life, she had been deceived by her relatives who eventually led her to her tragic death. With this second chance at life, she vows to cozy up to her husband both literally and figuratively to destroy all her enemies and to take down the women who hid behind their scheming, innocent facades. She would be in control of her own happiness!

This is a sweet, doting love story featuring an intelligent female lead and a perfect male lead who's good at turning her knobs.

Ellis sat there for quite some time absorbing what she just heard. She had been given the opportunity that could take her to a better place. She felt the domineering gaze of the man and the pressure to make a choice.
So without hesitation, she looked into the man's eyes and nodded. 'I agree'
The man smiled, and clapped his hands together. 
'Miss Greene, from today you will let go of your identity and begin anew,
You will be given a new name and will be known as an assigned number during missions. For the next 3 years you will be given training of the highest quality. You will also be assigned a partner, to whom which you will complete all missions with, other than your solo missions.'
He then opened his briefcase and put a pair of gloves on. He then took out a tracker injection and glanced at her.
'This injection is so we can track your whereabouts and shows us your vitals.' he explained, 'This is also an identifier to allow you access to parts of the facility.'
Ellis allowed the tracker to be injected into her neck. 
The machine started to analyse her body and this somehow made her very dizzy. Before she knew it she was falling to the ground. The world went dark before she hit the floor.
****
When she came to, she was on a very comfortable bed in a dimly lit room with only a small bedside lamp lit up. She remembered the tracker and immediately reached for her neck, but something tugging on her arm. She looked down to see an IV tube attached to her arm. Ellis slowly sat up in the bed and removed the tube. She notices a small tablet on her bedside table and turns it on. The tablet flickers to life and a message appears on the screen.
"Your assigned number is #0666. You will be known as Genesis. Your training will start in a week. Your partner is responsible for giving you a tour."
- Director #0005
Ellis (no Genesis) switched off the tablet and rubbed her eyes. She then noticed something move in the corner. She was instantly alert, and jumped out of bed.
The silhouette of a person emerged from the shadows and the light from the lamp illuminated their face.
It was a very alluring face, with the most perfect bone structure. His eyes were pitch black, an endless pool of darkness. But wait a moment... she knew that face.
She was was so shocked, she jumped back a little. Genesis pointed at him and stuttered, 'You...'
He smirked, 'We meet again, agent 666'

WEI LI LIAN
PRINCESS LE-ANNE
MILITARY GROUNDS CAMP

The first thing she recognized was the rich captivating scent of viburnum flowers. She languorously stretched herself on where she lay and opened her eyes to an aphotic lit room. Finally she had rested, something she had desired most. 

Silk material caressed her skin as she sat up. She looked around and saw a lamp by her bedside, and a large bronze censer in the middle of the room that released the viburnum scent which was so relaxing and enticing. Few mahogany cabinets stuck to the wall; they did not appear to be ones meant to store clothes in.

"Is she awake yet?" the Grand General's husky voice jolted her, coming from the outside.

"No, My Lord," a man responded.

'How insolent! Seems like the General had placed someone to guard me from leaving.' She bit her thumb nail, considering what to do next.

"Any problems caused?" Grand General asked.

"Nothing since you left, My Lord."

She clambered to the floor and ran in snaky circles before darting next to the door where she exerted herself against the wall. She heard a few footsteps nearing then held her breath. This was the man who had almost killed her earlier. She had to survive.

The doors opened to the outside and as soon as someone entered, she pounced on him with intent to knock him out. Swiftly, he turned around and took hold of her in his arms. He securely huddled her small body while her feet wiggled in the air. She wrestled against him to put her down and it was like he hesitated for a moment before slamming her to the floor.

"Owh…" she grimaced, her back shuddering from acute pain. She wreathed around the floor and helplessly rubbed her sensitive back. 

"Was that necessary?" the Grand General ridiculed her though sounding amazed, as he towered her. He wore white silks that were traced by gold intricate embroidery. His front hair was pulled together and tied at the back, letting the rest of his lengthy hair fall freely past his shoulders. 

"Worth a try," she moaned and squinted her eyes closed, still under intense pain.

"Come here," he offered and bent to lift her up in bridal style. His divine ylang ylang scent intoxicated her, making her toes curl. His damp hair feathered her cheeks which meant that he was probably coming out from taking another bathe.

"Did you bathe again?" she asked curiously, looking up at him.

He smiled. "Did you want to join?" 

Her cheeks flushed and she was thankful for the dimness of the room to hide this unacceptable weakness of hers. He carefully let her down on the bed and naturally pushed the skirt of his robes aside, seating himself beside her. Every movement of his was engrossed with a sense of class.

"Hmm?" he looked down at her. "Did you want to join?"

"Of course not," she blunt out rejected.

"What a shame," his hand inclined to touch her and instinctively, she held him up to stop him. After what had happened earlier, she was more alert for her life around him. But it  seemed like to him personal space was something she had no entitlement to for he always hovered over her whenever she was in his presence.

"You almost killed me earlier," she accused.

"You just passed out," he said it like it was no big deal. Magnetic hazel-brown eyes watched her like she was the most captivating art piece before him, though she felt far from it.

"Or what? Scared of dying?" he probed.

"General said it, not I." If she was scared of death, she wouldn't be staying in a nation that hated where she was from. 

He retracted his hand from her and shifted towards the small bedside table which had the lamp. Lifting up the lamp, he drew it close to her face. 

'Is he going to burn me?'

His face frowned as if in deep thought, his head nodding. It was the kind of facial expressions that pawn shop owners have when examining the legitimacy of a gem. 

'Oh no!'

Her hands frantically patted her face and she became conscious of the absence of her cloth. He knew now what she looked like. She closed her eyes anxiously, feeling uncomfortable. 

"You look a little bit like her, but uglier." He remarked, placing the lamp back by the bed. 

"Who?" It was hard to mask the twinge of hurt from her voice. It was the first time someone had looked at her and uttered the word 'ugly.' Looking at him, he looked totally unaffected by her, a sign that he was telling the truth about her looks being lackslidal.

"Someone." he dismissed. 

And she got the more curious. One of his concubines? Courtesan from a manor? Who was the 'someone'? She kind of wanted to know but neither did she have the right to demand for an answer.

He shifted again and took some items that were on the bedside table. Her eyes widened when she saw them.

"Knife, a letter and pass tags?" he examined them with his big hands, "What a surprise that you actually know how to use the front entrance," he grinned. 

"I always use the front entrance, only thieves use the back entrance."

"However you were seen in impermissible areas." 

She froze at those words. How did he know that she had been caught wandering around on unauthorized grounds? 

He broke the seal of the letter and she flanked herself up to snatch the letter back like a wild mother hen that had just spotted someone steal its chicks.

He chuckled and stood up, his hand held up high. 

"Give me that!" she demanded, going after him. He then backed away, avoiding her easily and so she started to aimlessly hope around him. She hit his chest so that he could lower his hands yet he continued to open the letter.

"Aiyah! It's not meant for your prying eyes," she jumped, failing miserably to bring him down due to his domineering height. 

"Code blue…" he began to read.

"Hey, stop it." She toiled herself, clutching her aching back. Powerlessly, she tried to tickle him but he was not as ticklish as she had imagined. 

"Have... his majesty go see the Grand Dowager Empress... and keep him from the palace," he finished. The seal was broken, how she would deliver the letter without being heavily punished was besides her. 

"You disgust me," she spat as she pushed herself back to the bed. Anger flooded her veins. She couldn't stand him. Throwing the covers over herself, she faced the wall, her back towards him.

He stationed himself on the bed again. 

"Little fox," he shook her.

"Leave me alone."

"What happened at the palace?" he inquired sounding modulated. 

She couldn't believe her ears. After tearing open the letter, he had the guts to demand for more information. She ignored him. 

"Little fox." He pulled the covers and yanked her around so that she could look at him. "Don't be like this." Her head now lay on his palm, the heat from it kind of subduing. She rolled her eyes and pushed his hand from beneath her. 

"In case no one taught you this General, there is something called privacy, and that letter there was private and not meant for you."

"What do you mean by privacy? After all, the world belongs to me." 

"Huh! Such treasonous words. The world is the emperor's, you imbecile, do you wish to die?" she tsked. She didn't know what it was about him, but he brought out her unlady animastilic habits. 

"The people belong to the emperor, but the world is the general's." A coy smile played on his full lips.

She looked at him in disbelief. 

"Will you now tell me what happened at the palace?" He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. It was like he was trying to soften her up to spill the beans.

"No." She responded with as much firmness. 

"No?" He released her hand and picked up her knife. With copious skill, he swung it into the air and it blade up before he easily caught it as it fell. Slowly, holding his gaze with hers, he jabbed the blade down directed toward her stomach, and she screamed in panic.

"You idiot!" she ruggedly breathed, entranced with fear and bewilderment. Looking down, she realized that he had just ripped the blankets.

Her heart was drumming. 'Next time it's going to be you,' was his silent threat. If she was not clever about this, he would kill her.

He rubbed his thumb on the sharp blade and looked at her again, "Still no?" She took a deep breath, her mind buzzing. This man was the pure definition of manipulation. 

'I cannot tell him, I cannot tell him.' Her mind rang wildly. 

And it was like he could tell what was going through it as he next brushed her neck, "Does it still hurt here?" 

It was a sore reminder of his earlier attack on her poor neck. She could see it in his eyes that he was willing to slit her throat this time. 

'You have to survive, Le-anne,' she told herself. It had come to this, either she talked or he would strike her dead.

"You have to promise me that this will not reach the emperor's ears until he sees the Grand Dowager Empress." She searched his eyes, and he nodded. She could trust him, that she could only do for she had no other option.

"It's the prince," she started.

"What about the prince?"

"He got poisoned." There, she had said it. 

The minute she told him the news, she felt the sanity of the man beside her disappear. It was bearable earlier that though he was unpredictable, he still held the air of softness but now he was a complete stone. She could see a fist of rage form in his hands, his breath raging anger.

"You have to promise," she emphasized. 

He gave her a brooded look. "I will not tell, instead I will have your letter delivered to Court Lady Nam for you." He picked up the letter he had placed back on the bedside table earlier. Not caring to pass his kind regards to announce his leave, he stood up and strode towards the doors before stopping. 

"I will have them prepare you some food to eat and something for your back. Sleep afterwards and one of my men will escort you back to the palace tomorrow morning." 

And just like that, he left. The man who could rock her world left and right left, and for the first time since forever she felt like she could breathe.

S.V

To the country she was born to, she is Princess Le-anne, bastard child of the king. To the empire she is sold to, she is Lady Wei Li Lian... the traitorous spy. 

But who is she really? 

A beauty within her own right, all she ever wanted was a peaceful, ordinary life, maybe exploring and traveling the different lands while she was at it. But when she accidentally caught the eagle eye of her estranged royal father, he saw the potential in her and quickly made plans of his own for her.

She was given a single mission: seduce the emperor of the enemy nation of Nevoria and become his empress for the betterment of her own country. Simple, right? She only had to train and excel at everything since an early age. Then once reaching the proper age, make her way through Nevorian court, all the while dodging the vipers of the harem, sending secret missives to her nation, scheming her way to the throne, etc. It was as easy as that.

But why didn't anyone warn her how difficult it would be to deal with the enigmatic emperor? They can't go a single day without one triumphing over the other in every sense. All that she had prepared and trained for flew out of the window whenever she stared into those pair of flirtatious, amused eyes that masked the cold, sinister intention behind them. Was it too late to back out now? 
 
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