Cinta sebuah rasa yang sulit sekali dikendalikan apalagi cinta pertama yang belum selesai enam tahun lalu, kembali di pertemukan dalam kondisi yang paling tak terbayangkan, antara hidup dan mati Lalin Melliana yang saat ini menjadi agen pemerintah berhadapan dengan organisasi penyelundup senjata, obat-obatan, pencucian uang yang ternyata dipimpin  oleh Gilang cinta pertamanya dimasa SMA saat semuanya masih baik-baik saja

Destined to die due to betrayal. Wang Yong is given second chance to fight against his fate. He who was betrayed by his lover is transmigrated into a teenage body with a status indicator and an inventory.

"You have no idea how preconceptions run deep in the mech market." Professor Ventag stated. "First, think about the meaning of the word 'market'. It's a gathering of people who exchange goods and services to each other. The key word here is people. Without people, mechs won't get produced and sold. And while people can act somewhat rationally at the macro level, they are not devoid of bias."
A light went on in Ves' mind. He remembered the Skull Architect ranting against the imperfections of the mech market one time. The fugitive Senior Mech Designer once railed against some of the biases as well!
"So what you're saying is that because people have learned that super-medium mechs are a bad idea, they'll automatically be predisposed against my mech concept?"
"It's worse than you think, Mr. Larkinson. They'll take the initiative to disparage your product to their friends and on the galactic net. The negative feedback that will ensue as soon as we publish such a mech will impact our personal reputation and the reputation of our companies severely. It's fine if you decide to stray off the beaten path and ignore the rules that have been in place for centuries. Not everyone is as open-minded, however. Your design becomes a major problem when you impose your eccentric decisions on the market."
As much as he hated it, Ves knew that Professor Ventag might be right about the mech market's intolerance for his deviant design.
Yet… did that discourage him from pushing through with the concept he came up with? No. This the only practical way to implement his vision for a mech that emulated Qilanxo's defensive prowess to a degree. He felt passionate and motivated in making this vision come to life, to the point where he suspected that he might even be able to advance to Journeyman on the spot as soon as he completed the design!
He only felt so good about his mech designs a couple of times. Such a feeling of hope and certainty was hard to come by, and Ves knew he wouldn't be nearly as passionate if he was forced to discard his current vision and start over from scratch.
He was emotionally invested in the vision he came up with! Although provoking a backlash sounded rather bad to Ves, he was still young and he could afford to make some blunders early in his career.
Yet it was an entirely different when it came to someone older and more established such as Professor Ventag and NORA Consolidated. His company spent decades building up its brand as a trusted indicator for quality mechs. If NORA became tied to his controversial mech design, it would incur much greater reputational damage, to the tune of missing billions of credits in monthly sales perhaps!
"Do you recognize my dilemma?" Professor Ventag asked with a smile. "There is a large risk in becoming involved in such a controversial mech design. In my eyes, the costs outweigh the benefits. From a marketing standpoint, it does not make any sense to incur a substantial backlash and depress the sales of my other products in order to introduce a risky new concept to the market with uncertain sales potential."
"So you disapprove?"
"I do. My company will not want to be involved in your radical mech design. The damage to our reputation is simply too severe."
Ves hunched over in defeat. Those were very compelling reasons why they shouldn't design a super-medium mech. Would he really have to discard this groundbreaking mech concept? Perhaps he could still save this idea for later and develop it on his own rather than involve a Senior.
Half a minute later, the professor smiled at Ves. "However… are you really so resigned to let our companies and the market dictate which mechs we ought to design?"
"Professor?" Ves asked with a puzzled tone.
"I can tell you believe in your mech concept. The logic behind it isn't bad either. So from a technical and design standpoint, your current ideas have merit. This will insure at least some sober mech buyers will see the appeal in the product. If we hold some highly-targeted marketing campaigns, we might be able to break even at the very least."
"Even so, breaking even will not undo our other losses." Ves recognized.
"If the market reacts as I predict, you may be right. Yet your thinking is too narrow. Our gains and losses aren't confined to reputation and finances."
The professor leaned back in his chair as he let Ves work out the meaning behind his hint.
Half a minute passed as Ves parsed the greater meaning. "Are you saying.. there may be other benefits?"
"I am. First, let us consider your personal benefits. What price are you willing to pay to advance to Journeyman? Many mech designers never catch the impetus that is required to make the jump. They are too timid and not confident enough in their design philosophy to proceed with designing the mechs that conform to their beliefs. They are too concerned about practical constraints and the reaction from the market to take a bold step forward. In your case, I have a very good feeling about your progress if you proceed with this vision of yours."
Ves nodded. "I feel so as well."
"That alone makes this project worthwhile for you. Sometimes, a mech design doesn't have to make sense to benefit you. Companies rise and fall all the time. In the worst case, your company might go bankrupt. Is that so awful? As long as you successfully advance to Journeyman immediately or shortly after publishing the design, you can enter the mech industry again from a much higher vantage point. There are always investors willing to provide seed money to get a Journeyman back in business."
While Ves did not wish for the LMC to flounder, Ventag was right that it wouldn't be impossible to start anew. The damage to people's livelihoods would be very large, though. He would also suffer other repercussions. He wanted to avoid such a destructive outcome, if only to keep his power base on his home planet secure.
"What about you, professor? Will you be able to benefit personally as well?"
"I have some ideas. You've inspired me, Mr. Larkinson." The professor smiled amiably. "Are you aware of my specialty?"
It took a short time for Ves to remind himself of that fact. "You're specialized in damage control. Your mechs have a greater capacity for withstanding damage!"
NORA Consolidated's mech catalog featured products that possessed a higher average of redundancy and compartmentalization than its direct competitors. Even without the use of thicker armor or more expensive materials, their mechs were always able to survive one or two more hits while other mechs would have collapsed already!
"My specialty does not specifically favor any particular mech type. Whether I'm designing a knight mech or a rifleman mech, I can improve upon both of them when it comes to absorbing damage and maintaining their functionality even when their armor has been breached. However, the most significant aspect of my specialty is that the more room I have to work with, the more I can express my advantages."
Ves lit up at that. Basically, Professor Ventag's strong point was designing an exquisite internal architecture for a mech!
There wouldn't be much for him to tweak when it came to lean and narrow light mechs. Yet larger mechs offered much greater internal volume. This amplified the possibilities at Ventag's disposal.
While a heavy mech would be ideal for him to showcase his talents, a super-medium mech still offered distinct advantages compared to regular medium mechs. It wasn't much of a detriment for Professor Ventag to work on a super-medium mech design!
"I admit that I have long adhered to the rigid division of weight classes." Professor Ventag said regretfully. "I truly wish I possessed some of your open mindedness. I have never truly participated in the design of a super-medium mech. The thought simply hasn't entered my mind, and without a logical and compelling mech concept like yours, I would have never come up with a reason to do so. What Seniors like me fear the most is stagnation and running out of viable ideas. So believe me when I state that I will make some definite gains in my own research if I work with your mech concept. That is worth the damage to our reputation and our earnings."
"So.. reputation and money are just resources for us to expend in order to advance our ability to design mechs?"
The professor nodded in approval. "That's the right mindset you should take. There are some who take it too far, but the best mech designers are those who pursue their own interests rather than pay an undue amount of deference to market demand and public opinion. It is never a bad idea to explore and apply your design philosophy in greater detail even if it sets back your business career. An Apprentice is an Apprentice. A Journeyman is a Journeyman. The two are so vastly different that there is no comparison between their value."
While Ves got his point, he still couldn't quite get over the consequences to their reputation and earnings. He also noted another point of concern. "Our reputation is vital to keep our backers and allies content, right? If we drag down our own reputation, will our supporters still be so generous to us?"
This was a very real concern for NORA Consolidated because it possessed strong ties to the Tovars and Rittersberg. As for Ves, his principal backer was Flashlight, an organization who ruthlessly pursued their goals regardless of their means. If Ves tanked his own company somehow, he would be going against their pragmatism by reducing the value of his company.
If Ves advanced to Journeyman, he could make up for the losses somehow, but if he didn't then Flashlight wouldn't be pleased.
"That is indeed a very serious concern." Professor Ventag conceded. "Yet it is not as bad as you think. Innovation has a price. Innovation can also shape your reputation in other ways, not all of them bad. If you become known to produce innovative designs, even if they have mixed results, the few successes you've achieved will be sufficient to make up for your flops."
"So if I keep designing these kinds of mechs, the market will get used to my eccentricities?"
"Correct. By starting with experimenting on unusual design concepts, you build up a tolerance in your reputation for designing mechs that do not completely conform to current market demand. That is a useful trait to acquire because it allows you to get away with mistakes more often. It can become a key part of your brand! Any backers you have will be much more pleased with that outcome because it is so rare in the mech industry."
The professor's explanations were very high-minded, but Ves was sincerely convinced by the professor's answers. Everything had a price, but innovation was never easy. Advancing up the ladder should be the core focus of every mech designer!
Ves was surprised that Professor Ventag maintained such a strong focus on advancement. He thought that the Senior had lost himself into his political games, but it turned out he maintained a sober mind with regards to his associations with the Tovars, the DCTI and Rittersberg.
"Dare to design." Ventag summed up his point. "Money and reputation are the end goals of vulgar, short-sighted mech designers who will never advance beyond the Novice and Apprentice stages. If you follow market trends to a religious degree, all of your designs will only follow the crowd and be lost among the competition."
"A true mech designer isn't afraid of setting market trends instead of following them like a sheep!" Ves remarked.
With Professor Ventag's encouragement and support, Ves decided to adopt his current mech concept of a super-medium space knight for their joint design project. They refined his concept even further in their subsequent discussion.
Although the professor needed to return to the talks in order to provide expert council to the negotiators, Ves returned with high spirits. The risk of incurring backlash from the market no longer concerned him that much. Even if he received a flood of criticism, it would all be worth it if he advanced to Journeyman before he reached his thirties.


Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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Last chapter of volume 1.
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After greeting Fei Hong, Fu Yan sat down on the sofa and looked at Jiao Mei. She had good looks and her skin color was white which complimented her looks well.
Jiao Mei also sat down and took out a file from her bag. She handed it to Fu Yan and the latter started to look through it.
His aunt had texted him telling him that she had given the draft for the contract to Jiao Mei and Fu Yan can look through it before signing it.
He started to go through it and nodded in between.
The contract was very well done and there was no loophole that he could find in it. There were just 2 to 3 extra clauses that he wanted to add. So he looked at Jiao Mei and started to speak.
"Have you read the contract?"
After Jiao Mei nodded, Fu Yan continued speaking.
"Well, I have no problems with what is written in contract but I want to add something."
Jiao Mei looked up and opened her mouth.
"Please tell me what you would like to add."
Fu Yan nodded and pointed at a line on the draft paper.
"You will get 1% shares of the company but I want to add that these shares are not transferable, If you were to leave the company, the company will buy these shares from you after an evaluation."
Jiao Mei nodded and said.
"I have no problem with that. Anything else"
"Yes, The second thing I want to add is a confidentiality agreement."
Jiao Mei looked confused and said: "Please elaborate!"
Fu Yan nodded and said.
"There will be many new technologies that will be introduced later and as a legal person, you will have access to some parts of core technologies so I would like to add confidentiality agreement, if you were to leak any part of the technology, this will be considered a breach of the agreement and you will have to pay 5 times of the market price of the said technology. Do you agree."
Jiao Mei remained silent for a while, she looked down as if thinking then she looked at Fu Yan and said.
"I agree with that, but I would like to add that in case I am accused then there has to be sufficient proof, else it would not be considered a breach."
Fu Yan smiled and said.
"Well, that has to be added for sure as I am not a scammer and this is only added as a precaution. I hope that we never face a situation like this. And for the third I wanted to add is that your shares will not have the power to influence company decisions. I mean you will get a dividend and position of a director but I won't let you influence the decision making of the company. "
Jiao Mei was silent for a while after hearing this and after a while she said.
"Ok, I agree with that too."
" Well then! that's all I wanted to add in the contract so if you agree with it, we will sign the contract now, and I welcome you into the company."
Jiao Mei nodded and they proceeded to sign the contract.
Fu Yan gave a copy of the contract to Jiao Mei and the other one to Fei Hong. He told Fei Hong to scan the copy and store the digital version on the server.
Fei Hong nodded and was about to get up when Fu Yan stopped her and said.
"Fei Hong, Miss Jiao is new to the city and don't know her way around so please guide her and drop her to the apartment that has been rented for her."
Fei Hong responded with a smile and looked at Jiao Mei.
"Miss Jiao, please come with me. I will introduce you to the company staff and after we finish here, we will go to your apartment."
Fu Yan nodded upon seeing this and texted the address of the apartment to Fei Hong.
After finishing all this, he went downstairs and was about to get out of the lift when he received a call. He looked at the number and answered.
"Big Brother! Someone is spying on you. They have started to follow you when you came to the company and are now waiting just outside the lift."
Fu Yan smiled upon hearing this and thought.
"Well, Qing is doing her work perfectly."
He looked at the floor indicator on the lift and pressed the button on the second floor and got out.
After getting out of the lift, he said.
"Qing, hack all phones in a 200-meter radius and see if there is anyone else spying on me. Also, check the background of the person who was following me."
"Ok Big Brother, I will do so."
Fu Yan took emergency stairs to get out of the building and took a taxi home.
When he entered the taxi, he received a text from Qing.
"Big Brother, Qing did not find anyone else and no one showed any suspicious behavior."
"I want all details about the person who was following me. don't miss even a single thing." Fu Yan responded.
He sighed after sending the text and thought.
"Who might it be?" 
Shaking his head, he clenched his fists.
"No! No matter who it is. I need to rise in power as fast as possible, people with status and money are everything in this world."
He soon reached home and Qing was working on data gathering. He gave her some other commands and looked at the integrated data.
Only 40% of the language data was integrated and it was going to need another 17 hours before finishing.
Since he had nothing else to do, he started to look through the core algorithm of Qing. 
When he opened the program and started to analyze it, a surprise was waiting for him. Qing had improved her core a lot and now she can be compared to 18 years old. She could analyze many different things easily and could give her judgment independently.
Though there were still some things that needed upgrading but overall she had improved a lot.
"Now the only problem she is facing is computing power. Well, I think it's about time that we expand the server farm."
He thought for a sec, then called Fei Hong.
The tone sounded for a while then Fei Hong picked it up.
"Fu Yan,  Is there something you needed." She said this because he was in the office a while ago so now when he called her, he obviously needed something.
"Yes, I want you to contact some server suppliers and expand the server farm by 100%."
Fei Hong did not ask any questions and replied.
"Ok, I will contact them now and ask them to install new servers as soon as possible."
Fu Yan nodded and after thinking about it a bit, he said.
"I think you should see if you can get used servers as I don't trust the providers and also build a team, especially for the server farm upgrading. they will have to source server equipment and install them."
Fei Hong nodded on the other end of the phone and said.
"Ok, I will see if there is a server farm that is being shut down and buy their servers."
Fu Yan nodded and said.
"Ok do that, well then take care and don't overwork yourself."
Fei Hong nodded and disconnected the call.
Fu Yan placed the mobile phone on the side table and laid down on the bed, thinking.
"What to do now? He never felt this bored, he did not know why but he just wanted to relax and do nothing until the language translator software is done integrating all data.
He closed his eyes and slowly he fell into sleep. He was really tired mentally and physically so this rest was needed.
He slept soundly and woke up after 14 hours of sleep. Fu Yan was also surprised that he slept for this long.
After waking up, he washed himself up and checked the status of the program. 
Only a small part was remaining and it would not affect the whole program so Fu Yan decided to test the program.
He first placed sample text and the result was as he expected, no error.
He then proceeded to do complex tests and still, the error rate was only 1%. Which was in the tolerance limit.
He spent another 2 hours testing and using the feedback to improve the small errors in the algorithm.
When he was done, he transferred the whole data in a flash drive and swiped in his left hand.
His consciousness emerged in the great hall of the Galactic Library. Old Shun was there to greet him.
Fu Yan smiled and handed the flash drive to Old Shun and said.
"I have finished the multi-language translator and I would like to submit it."
Old shun did not take the flash drive from Fu Yan and said.
"You should submit it yourself. As when you are promoted to a librarian, I won't be here for you. I have taught you all I could and in the near future, you have to do all the work in the library yourself and command other workers. You are my last assignment so as per the agreement I will be allowed to leave the library."
Fu Yan responded with a smile and started to walk toward the librarian desk.
He walked in front of the desk and placed the flash drive in the halo on the desk. A white light flashed and the drive was gone.
Suddenly Fu Yan felt a huge amount of knowledge being forced into his mind. He knelt down from pain and gripped his head with both hands but the pain was not stopping.
He cried from pain and clenched his teeth, soon he was rolling on the ground from pain. He felt like his head was going to split.
What he failed to notice was that his whole body was drowned in white light. Old Shun was just watching from the side, doing nothing.
He had watched this phenomenon many times and knew that this would not endanger Fu Yan's life in any way.
Fu Yan had now stopped howling, but his body was still trembling from time to time. He was conscious but could not speak.
All this knowledge that came into his mind was too much for him and had not his brain been strengthened before by the library, he might have died.
Now he understood why he was not promoted to be librarian directly.
He lay down on the floor for a while, then slowly stood up.
He felt like his head was vibrating and that it was inflated like a balloon. Though that was not the case, it still took him quite some time to return to normal.
He looked at the old Shun, who was smiling on the side and swiped on the tattoo on his hand.
He saw his status and understood everything.
##Status##
Name: Fu Yan(Galactic Library Employee)
Age: 18
Status: Librarian (Probation period)
Permission: have access to all data in the library
Level: 11 (7%)
Credits: 1720
Duty: Manage library
Mission: 1 per month.
Fu Yan looked at the status bar and noticed 2 new things there.
He looked at the old Shun who looked very happy when Fu Yan became a librarian. He looked happier than Fu Yan.
Ols Shun noticed Fu Yan looking at him and said.
"As you know when you became a librarian, I earned my freedom.."
Fu Yan smiled and said.
"Congratulations! I know you are happy upon getting your freedom, but I have a question."
"Go on ask whatever you want to know." old Shun said happily.
Fu Yan nodded and said.
"What is this mission thing and how will it benefit me?."
Old Shun smiled heartily and said.
"This is the only thing that will bring you a huge amount of benefits. As a librarian, you have to collect due books that were borrowed but not returned. You have to travel to different worlds and bring the books back. If the books are overdue then you have to collect late fees. As a librarian, you have the privilege to not collect the late fee if the overdue time is less than 2% of the time borrowed. But it all depends on you. You can decide whether to collect the late fees or get things for your own benefits."
Fu Yan was very excited upon hearing this. Why! you ask. Well, who does not want to meet aliens and travel the whole universe?  
He was really excited for his first mission.
Old Shun looked at the excited Fu Yan and said.
"Fu Yan, remember as the librarian you control the whole library, no one can refuse your request when they come to seek knowledge. Also remember, the more benefits you bring to the library, the more benefits you will get for yourself. If someone who had borrowed books from the library disrespects you, use your authority as a librarian. You can even make a king become a peasant and beg for forgiveness.
 Remember it!"
Fu Yan listened to all this seriously and then said.
"Old Shun, why are you telling me all this."
Old Shun looked at Fu Yan kindly and said with a kind tone.
"Fu Yan, you know you were the first person who gave me a name and treated me with kindness. All librarians that I have trained before you, were selfish and treated me badly. They did not learn what I taught them and did what they wanted. But you! You are different. I know you will surpass them all and most importantly, you don't see us workers as things but persons. 
Thank you!. I hope that you treat other worker's same as me. Let me tell you if you treat them well, it will help you a lot and your burden will lessen a lot."
Fu Yan nodded.
Old Shun continued speaking.
"I am again reminding you, this library is a mystical place and the more you give to the library, the more benefits you will get. 
so be sure to protect this library when it face's danger as you are protecting your own life."
Fu Yan listened to old Shun attentively and said.
"Old Shun, I will. I promise!"
Old Shun smiled and said.
"Well, that's all I wanted to say. I will go now. Though I was trapped here by force but it was my own fault. Fu Yan thank you! Remember you are lord Librarian and you hold the ultimate power in the library. As long as they are in the library, anyone has to obey what you say."
Old Shun started to dissipate while saying this and after a while, he was really gone.
Fu Yan looked at the great hall of the library which had suddenly got filled with many new book racks and workers tending the books.
******End of volume 1******
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Galactic Technological Library that is the access point for different races of the universe to exchange knowledge, choose an ordinary boy from the earth as its librarian.
How a boy with no ambition would use this chance given to him. He is given the right to access all kinds of technical knowledge which has yet to discover by the earth and interact with different races that come to the Library seeking knowledge.
Follow the adventures of Fu Yan while he uses this knowledge to become the strongest man on earth and travel the different worlds as a librarian to collect books.
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It might be a little confusing when you read the story. 

There are two factors in this story:
1.core
2.cultivation level

The first one is the source of their life and the indicator of their elements which they can use to cultivate. 

For example, if Xue has a wood core he is more proficient with wood elements techniques. He can cultivate other elements but his attacks will be far inferior to someone who has that specific element. 

And the core has four levels:
1. Ordinary
2. primitive
3. Mutant
4. Sacred
These levels show how far can a person cultivate and use their techniques more proficiently. 

The core of a creature cant level up. For example, it cant level up from ordinary to a primitive

The second is the cultivation:
It has only Ascension and Origin for volume 1. 

1. Ascension: it has five levels. In this stage, the person would unlock her meridians and learn how to use elements and find their own elements. The first two levels (first and second) will unlock all the meridians and shows with which element you are more proficient. The second two levels (third and fourth) is when you choose your skills and learn how to use your energy. And the last (fifth) is about laying your foundation for the next stage.
2. Origin: it has four levels. The first two are about creating Origin Core and merge it with your own core. The third level is about using your energy outside the body.  The fourth level which is the last one is about becoming one with your core. 

There is another factor: the soul. Its cultivation level is the same.

Be careful not to get confused. If you have more questions ask in the comments and I will answer ASAP.

Long Aotian did not speak, and he looked at Li Xianyu silently. In this world, he is God, and God, of course, doesn't mind letting an ant spout nonsense before the ant died.
Li Xianyu focused and said sincerely, "I betrayed you. I have nothing to say. If you want to kill me, go ahead. But before I die, I have to say something."　
After pausing, Li Xianyu saw that Long Aotian still did not speak, and said bluntly, "Actually, you have been cuckolded."
Long Aotian finally said, "What are you talking about?"
"Linglong is already Ye Liangjing's woman."
"Nonsense, Linglong is pure and innocent, when did she become Ye Liangjing's woman?" Long Aotian's face changed and roared. The huge pressure almost crushed Li Xianyu.
"I have real evidence. I will never say it if I wasn't certain." Li Xianyu had a plan. "Let me ask you, Linglong was taken captive by Ye Liangjing while she was out?"
"Yes."
Li Xianyu was afraid that Long Aotian would refuse to listen and kill him with the point of a finger, and said swiftly, "If I remember correctly, the nearest market to Long Manor requires at least one hour to reach. That is to say, for the servant girl to come back to report, and for you to hurry to save her, at least one hour would have passed. Let me ask you again, how far is Long Manor from Ye Manor? One is in the south, and one is in the east, a few tens of miles apart."
"Even if your horse is faster than the Battle Emperor, it would take at least half an hour. One and a half hours would have passed by now. And you didn't find Miss Linglong in Ye Manor, and rushed back to the brothel, so that would take another fifteen minutes. Here's the problem, one hour forty-five minutes would have passed in total. As a man, Ye Liangjing should have already done whatever he wanted in this span of time."
The surging pressure suddenly paused, and Long Aotian's face was blank, unexpectedly speechless.
Li Xianyu stated exasperatedly, "Brother Aotian, wake up. Your lady is no longer pure."
"Shut up," Long Aotian roared. "Ye Liangjing is just trying to piss me off using my cousin. He doesn't dare to defile Linglong at all."
"There's no better way to anger you other than bedding Linglong. The Ye family and the Long family's strength is on par. His elder brother Ye Liangchen is more famous than you, and has a higher level of cultivation, why wouldn't he dare?"
"My cousin is pure and innocent, how dare you humiliate her?"
Li Xianyu replied, "It is not to humiliate her, it is a fact. It's also strange that he took your cousin captive to the brothel instead of home. I suddenly have a bold idea, such as there are many customers in the brothel. This is the best way to retaliate and take revenge against you."
The air was suddenly quiet, and Long Aotian let out a skyward roar, "I'm going to kill you, kill you."
Li Xianyu asked, "Then how do you explain the one hour forty-five minutes?"
　
Long Aotian was speechless.
Li Xianyu was overjoyed. The fact that Long Aotian didn't kill him, was enough to prove that Long Aotian could not justify this matter. It was an important thing that could not be selectively forgotten.
"Brother Aotian denies it, but can't give a reasonable explanation. You haven't bedded Linglong, so you just don't want to accept this reality."
At this time, San Wu suddenly opened her mouth. "Cuckold cuckold, Long Aotian has been cuckolded."
Li Xianyu and Long Aotian turned their heads together to look at her, the latter's face ferocious.
San Wu's expression was frank. "Cuckold cuckold, Long Aotian has been cuckolded."
"Look, you can't even explain such a simple thing, but you fantasize that you are the master of the world and the son of fate. How ridiculous."
"Nonsense, don't mess with my mind."
San Wu continued, "Cuckold cuckold, Long Aotian has been cuckolded."
Long Aotian raged, "You shut up!"
Li Xianyu was elated. San Wu provided the best assistance, her repeated chanting deepened the impact of loopholes.
"Wake up, it's all a dream. This world is beautiful, but it's full of loopholes."
San Wu once again said, "Cuckold cuckold, Long Aotian has been cuckolded."
Long Aotian seems to have broken down, his expression was sometimes ferocious, sometimes in pain and sometimes confused.
Li Xianyu struck the iron while it was hot. "This world is very exquisite, and the scenery is extremely life-like, but things seem to be off everywhere," Li Xianyu said gravely. "Because the people here do not have any intelligence, the supporting actors also do not have the right to mate with each other, all the females have a crazy infatuation with you. All this is so beautiful, but Long Aotian, do you really think this is the truth?"
"Aren't you alone in this world? Your friends are lackeys, the women have similar faces and follow the same pattern. You dominate the world and repeat the same plot, don't you feel empty?"
Long Aotian's face was iron-green with fury. "I should have killed you. Why am I wasting time talking to you?"
Li Xianyu immediately said, "If you kill me, it shows that you are running away. That proves you have been cuckolded." Now that you are so badass and cool, have you ever missed that little fat guy? Have you ever thought that it's not fair to him? That you were immersed in the world and refused to come out and denied all his life for the past 20 years or so?"
Long Aotian's breathing grew heavier and he said solemnly, "Lowly ant, you think you can disturb my state of mind? I will now send you to hell."
"There is nothing wrong with your hero saving the beauty plot, because I have had similar fantasies. But most people only pay attention to the heroic sense of saving the beauty, but ignore the time difference, which is the detail that the virtual world does not have. For me, there are too many loopholes and unreasonable flaws in the world, but you selectively ignore them." 
Li Xianyu was ready to give him a fatal blow and shouted, "You can kill me, but Long Aotian, let me ask you, how should you make up for this loophole? Can you, the person who dominates the world, selectively ignore this loophole? If this is what you call the real world, do you dare to admit that you have been cuckolded? Admit it, admit that Linglong was bedded by Ye Liangjing, admit that the perfect cousin you fantasize about is already a withered flower. If you can't even admit it, how dare you say it's the real world?"
For a long time, Long Aotian did not open his mouth.
San Wu said, "Cuckold cuckold, Long Aotian has been cuckolded."
Long Aotian growled, "Have you said enough, San Wu? How many times do you want to say that?"
San Wu tilted her head. "But you are indeed cuckolded."
"Shut up!" With Long Aotian's roar, the Heavens and Earth twisted, as the scenery around it rotated madly, and then blurred. With a bang, everything went dark, like a broken mirror,.
The whole section collapsed. Between being cuckolded and the virtual world, Long Aotian chose to explode.
Before Li Xianyu's consciousness blurred, he heaved a sigh of relief. For a John-Sue novel enthusiast like Long Aotian, any loophole could be ignored, but he could not bear being cuckolded.
His gamble was right.
The company's demon descendants racked their brains to find loopholes to subvert the virtual world. In fact, they found a lot of loopholes. Long Aotian's virtual world did indeed have many loopholes, but those things that others felt were unreasonable did not matter to Long Aotian at all.
Some of the loopholes that seemed to be irrelevant and even easy to ignore were fatal to Long Aotian, such as being cuckolded.
Li Xianyu used to be an enthusiast of brainless novels. He knew what the cringey moments that readers could not stand were. Like Lady Killer, Thunderbolt Battle Lady, and other colleagues who never read novels, they couldn't understand.
...
Baoze Group.
At 08:30 A.M., Lightning King rushed to the equipment room. He was called by the technician. The technician told him that shit had hit the fan. Several colleagues who entered the virtual world last night suddenly lost their self-consciousness a few minutes ago.
Lightning King knew better than anyone what this meant. Several technicians stood helplessly waiting in the equipment room. When they saw him coming, they hurriedly approached him.
"Why did this happen? Even San Wu is trapped in the virtual world?" Lightning King was bewildered.
"San Wu did not lose self-consciousness, her brain wave indicator light is already green. But Thunderbolt Battle Lady, Lady Killer and King Kong's indicator lights have turned red," the technician reported.
"They haven't been out of the virtual world," the technician said. "It's unusual. If we bring Lady Killer back, it should have taken just a moment."
Lightning King was furious, "Why didn't you report earlier?"
The technical personnel explained weakly, "Because their indicator lights are always green, we thought they were playing in the virtual world."
Another technician whispered, "And there's nothing we can do but watch anyway."
Veins jumped on Lightning King's forehead and he restrained the urge to kill these guys with lightning. "Wait, you said only three people's indicator lights turned red. What about the other one, Li Xianyu?"
The technician replied, "His indicator light is normal."
Lightning King frowned, "Why is he alright? A mental power awakener like Lady Killer has fallen instead?"
The technician was unable to answer his question.
The original foolproof plan was utterly screwed, and even San Wu failed to protect them. Lightning King pondered and speculated that it might be due to Long Aotian's improvement in his cultivation.
This was not difficult to guess, if they did not bear to leave due to the beauty of the virtual world, then their indicator lights will not turn red. The reason why they did not come out all night, was most likely because they were trapped in the virtual world.
Long Aotian had made fine progress in his cultivation, and enhanced the power of the illusory array. San Wu and Li Xianyu were trapped in it, whether the indicator lights turned red or not, it was no longer important.
Lightning King stood before Long Aotian's game cabin, and was 10000% done. He wanted to strike the fat guy with one hundred thousand volts of electricity.
"Inform the Human Resources Department to cancel these members' recent tasks. Notify the Medical Department to add three additional doses of medicine in the equipment room. By the way, inform the nanny that there are five more people who need a change of diapers here, ask them not to neglect this." 
Lightning King dragged a hand across his face, took out his mobile phone, and sent an announcement in the headquarters chat.
"I'm here to announce an unfortunate news. This morning, five more employees are trapped in the virtual world: San Wu, King Kong, Lady Killer, Thunderbolt Battle Lady, and Li Xianyu. I hope that everyone will treasure their life in the future and stay far, far away from Long Aotian. Our sincere condolences."


When Li Xianyu was 20 years old, he received his father's inheritance, an 18-year-old great-grandmother who was incredibly beautiful. 

Li Xianyu: "Great-Grandma, why are you so young?"

Great-Grandma: "That's because I died when I was 18 years old."

Li Xianyu: Σ( っ° д°;)っ

Gun-Ho had nothing to do in the mornings since the auction class started in the afternoon.
All he did was reading an economic newspaper and surfing the web.
"I don't have to feel pressured. Even though I don't make money for a year, it will cost me only about 20 million won."
Gun-Ho sometimes went to a public library to read books he hadn't have time for. He read some liberal arts books or business books.
"Maybe I should invest some money in stocks. I don't want to invest a lot because it's risky. Let's try 50 million won."
Gun-Ho studied stock charts.
"By looking at the trading volume and the moving average lines, Daehan Logistics, Lotte Chemical, and QM Steel look good. In addition, Daehan Logistics is on the market for M&A. Once it is sold to a big company, its stock price will hike. Lotte Chemical looks good too. QM Steel produces stainless steel pipes and it has a low debt ratio."
Gun-Ho had work experience in accounting, in addition to his studies in accounting at Zhejiang University. He could quickly read a company's financial statements. Gun-Ho selected these three companies and traded them on a daily basis. He sometimes lost and sometimes gained. His eyes hurt after looking at his computer monitor for long hours.
 
"They said that Daehan Logistics had been on the market but I don't see any movement related to it. Its stock price doesn't move and it's annoying. They said that CJ, Kumho Asiana Group, and Lotte Group are interested in acquiring it, but nothing happened yet."
Gun-Ho's expectation toward Daehan Logistics lowered. The volume of Lotte Chemical got low. Many of their products are exported to overseas including China, but the stock trading volume became low. Let's sell them once the price recovers to the original price I purchased at."
Gun-Ho didn't make money from Lotte Chemical either.
"The chart and the trading volume looks good. I'm not sure who is pressing the price."
 
Gun-Ho made some money from QM Steel.
"I invested 10 million won into QM Steel and the price went up by 3.5%. Even after I subtract the stock trading fee, I still made 300,000 won."
Gun-Ho went to an ATM close to his office-tel and withdrew 300,000 won he just made from the QM Steel stock trading.
"It's not bad at all. I made 300,000 won in two days."
Gun-Ho went to Gyeongbang Department Store, and bought t-shirts and a jacket with the 300,000 won; he felt like it was free money. He had an extravagant meal in a restaurant located on the top of the department store building.
"Let's sell some of Daehan Logistics and Lotte Chemical, and put them into QM Steel."
Gun-Ho invested 300,000 more in QM Steel and had fun doing something else.
QM Steel had potential. On the following day, Gun-Ho closely monitored the stock movement of QM Steel. Its stock price was exceeding the market price, and Gun-Ho sold his stocks at a good price while monitoring the one-minute chart.
"I made 200,000 won today."
 
Once Gun-Ho started making money by stock trading with QM Steel, he didn't want to do anything else but doing stocks in his office-tel.
"It's time to go to the auction class. Should I skip the class today? Or should I go? The stock market is still open."
Gun-Ho decided to go to the class.
"I should know about auction and I already paid for the course. It's hard to take my eyes off the stock chart though."
 
The instructor of the auction class explained about how to participate in an auction at a courthouse.
"There are a lot of websites showing the auction items. To have more details on the items, you can register certain websites by paying a small membership fee. If you see one you really like, you will have to go see it yourself."
The auction was interesting, maybe because it is easily found in daily life.
"Before you go see the item yourself, you should read and understand the information provided by the court website. Once a property is sold at an auction, it releases the financial institution's debt; however, you have to be careful with the issues with a tenant, right of superficies, and the Imchi right."
A student raised his hand and asked a question.
"What is Imchi right? I saw a banner on a building on the way to the class today; it said it was exercising its Imchi right."
"Imchi right is a legal term. It is created when one party entrusted money or objects to another party, and the receiving party promised to keep it safe. Usually, the construction company or renovation company exercise this right when they didn't get paid for their work."
Gun-Ho was not sure if he fully understood what the instructor said.
"A legal term is always difficult to understand."
 
Gun-Ho spent money more easily than before since he had been making some money from day trading. He now took a taxi instead of a bus or subway when he came home from his auction class in the private institution in Yongsan to his office-tel in Yeongdeungpo.
"A bus doesn't run often and I don't get a seat on a bus after the class because the bus is often full during the hours."
The taxi fare was not a big deal to Gun-Ho anymore.
 
There was no auction class today.
Gun-Ho felt lazy cooking his breakfast. He went to a porridge house close to his office-tel to have his breakfast; he had a vegetable porridge.
"Let's do the day trading with QM Steel today unless I see other exceptionally good stocks that exceed the average market price."
Gun-Ho sat his desk and opened the online stock trading website and logged in by entering his login ID, password, and his authorization certificate.
"Huh? What is this? The price stays the same and the trading volume is zero?"
It was strange. Gun-Ho clicked the official announcement.
"What? The company might be delisted and they are looking into it right now? Its president is accused of embezzlement? I invested 30 million won in QM Steel. Trading of this stock is not allowed until all become clear. F*ck! I can't touch my money until then."
 
Stock investment was difficult. Gun-Ho spent time studying about stocks and analyzing financial statements, and he carefully selected bottom-priced stocks to play with, but still, this sort of things happened to him.
An investigation of delisting of a company occurred when there was; embezzlement, breach of duty, fabricating a sales report or giving inaccurate publicly available information in bad faith, that was material enough to affect an investors' decision. Gun-Ho entered the stock discussion forum where he could get various information.
"The president took the company's money and ran away."
"The majority shareholder entity of QM Steel will start its rehabilitation process."
"That president committed embezzlement before, and he did it again during his probation period and already flew to another country."
All sorts of rumors came out.
Gun-Ho felt drained. What if he invested all of his 1,170 million won into the QM Steel stocks? The thought of it terrified him.
"Whoa, it's not difficult to lose everything in a day."
What Chairman Lee said crossed Gun-Ho's mind.
"I don't do stocks because I can't figure out the other player's cards. That's why I don't do stocks."
Gun-Ho could picture Chairman Lee smiling.
 
"What if they decided to delist the company stock? I will likely lose my shares. They might declare bankruptcy. Sh*t!"
Gun-Ho was so worried that he didn't even feel hungry for lunch.
"I lose 30 million won from my investment in QM Steel; if I add my living cost and the office-tel rent of 20 million won to it, I will lose 50 million won in total for the year… I can lose all of the money I made from China gradually in this way!"
Gun-Ho felt scared.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Mithra and his muscular companion flew away from Bogula's base. They were heading to Mithra's House, the Elixir Hut, which was located at the lower side of the city.
"Are you trying to protect that apprentice, professor?" the bulky man asked.
"He has great talent and has obtained decent alchemy legacy," Mithra said as he held his chin. "Such talented young men are already scarce. We should not let them go extinct in this world."
The bulky figure nodded uncertainly. "If you want to keep the root of alchemy going, professor, you can simply extract his memory."
"His talent goes well with his legacy but does not fit with my theories. It'll be pointless for me to acquire something I cannot use. Let's not destroy a promising genius like this."
The giant man nodded. He found it a good thing that he got to know a "future" master alchemist. He could always ask for Angor's help in crafting items later, which was even better if Angor really became a Mystery alchemist somehow.
But the man still got more questions in his mind.
"Hey, Sabot. Where are you going?" Mithra landed at his destination and watched as his student flew farther.
The man name "Sabot" halted and then returned with an embarrassed smile.
"What's troubling your mind?" Mithra asked while walking to his hut.
The "Elixir Hut" lived up to its name since it was just a simple wooden cottage. A chimney on the house was releasing smoke into the environment, which meant a fire was burning inside.
From the glass window of the hut, people could see the cozy interior glowing with gentle, orange firelight.
"Still thinking about that apprentice," Sabot replied as he rubbed his temples. "I believe I saw him from somewhere but I can't find it in my memory."
Most wizards possessed superior memorization abilities. Certain wizards with exceptionally high spiritual power indicator could even do something similar to "hyperthymesia". However, this was not the case for "Mad Bear" Sabot, who majored in Bloodline Art. The man only had an indicator of 12.
He could still remember a lot of things in his life, but it wasn't so easy for him to recall the details.
"Did you really?" Mithra opened the door to the hut. There were no expansion runes used here. The inside of the hut looked as small as it appeared to be. A pudgy-looking woman was making bread using an iron box on a desk. When she saw Mithra entering, she wiped her hands on her apron and quickly addressed the old man.
"Good evening, Mistress Yeliya." Sabot bowed politely to the woman. Yeliya was Mithra's wife, as well as his lifelong partner. They had been together ever since they were apprentices.
"Come, Sabot. Try some of my potato toast!" Yeliya took out some of her baked bread. "You too, old lad. You both went to meet up with the alchemist that Diablo told us about. So, how was it?"
"He's a brilliant child," Mithra answered, "I just invited him to come here some time."
"I see you really like him. Sabot, did you see Toya today? How's the kid?"
"He says he misses you after spending his time in Silent Hill for three years. He'll come to visit you tomorrow." Sabot nodded.
Yeliya's wrinkled face revealed a kind smile. "Good. Then I shall prepare something nice to eat. The little imp's going to make a mess in the house, no doubt."
Despite her jokes, everyone knew Yeliya really loved Toya. She had been regarding the boy as her own child.
"He went to Bogula last year, right? So what's in him that interested you so much?" Mithra asked as he smiled at his wife. "Last time I thought about teaching him something in my lab, you asked him to sit by and 'monitor' my work. Then I had to give him something precious instead. Aren't you going to spoil him like this?"
"Precious? It's just several glasses of Glowing Velvet."
While the old couple "argued" with each other, Sabot thought about something else in his mind. 
Toya joined Bogula last year… Last year?
"I got it!" Sabot suddenly yelled.
"What is it?" Mithra and Yeliya both looked at the man who interrupted their quarrel.
"That apprentice, Angor… I knew I saw him before. Last year, I took a mission where I had to protect The Redbud. I agreed to the mission because I thought I could have some change of scenery for once. Three wizard organizations sent their guides to recruit, and Angor was one of the talents found by White Coral Floating Island Academy."
"You mean, Angor is the academy's student?" Mithra tried and failed to recall any famous alchemist who originated from there.
"No, he didn't go to the academy." Sabot frowned and showed a strange expression. "I think… Mister Bogula might get himself in big trouble."
"Are you saying Angor belonged to someone special?"
Sabot nodded. "If nothing went wrong after the incident, Angor was accepted by none other than the killing machine from the south, Mister Phantom Master."
Sunders?!
Those words shocked Mithra and Yeliya both. They quickly believed Bogula's assumption that Bogula would run into something really bad.
"You sure about it?"
Sabot nodded again and described what happened in Barbie's Restaurant.
It took them a moment to digest what they learned.
Yeliya broke the silence first. "If this is the case… I don't think Mister Phantom will do anything. Just think about what happened to Blood Witch."
"This is different," Mithra said as he shook his head, "and not only because of Angor's alchemy talent. Bogula shouldn't have a good reason to harm Angor in the first place."
"Bogula…" Yeliya sighed in distress. "Gods know what's gotten into his mind, going after blond people like crazy. But maybe we can do something before it's too late. You just said you invited the boy to come, right? Let's ask him to stay here so that Bogula can't do anything if that man goes mad again."
Sabot agreed with Yeliya. He still remembered how he felt like a helpless insect when faced with Sunders' might. It was so true that Bogula was in deep trouble.
Mithra frowned. "Speaking of too late… When I was at Crystal Palace yesterday, I heard that Sunders already arrived at Floating Mech City. Sabot, find Bogula and tell him what's happening. I'm going to fetch Angor right now." 
With that, Mithra quickly left the hut.
"Remember to bring Toya along with you," Yeliya added.
…
This was an eventful night.
There was a long street in the main city district; it didn't have as many shops as the trading section, yet this place was a famous consumer's heaven as well.
There were all types of entertainment facilities. Pleasure House alone had set up multiple of their stores here. Along this street named "Beinzweinz", people could find proper places for both men and women or someone in between.
A short, fat man rushed into Beinzweinz Street and entered a small building while covered in sweat.
Judging from his clothes and physical condition, he was undeniably an ordinary mortal. Even so, most mortals living inside Floating Mech City all shared family relations with supernaturals. 
This man was called Pride. Both his father and twin brother were apprentices.
Using their help, Pride won himself a job in this small building that was related to supernaturals.
The first thing he saw in the building were piles of papers flying about as if someone were tossing them around. However, there was no one carrying them. The papers headed toward designated locations on their own as if they possessed intelligence.
There were a desk and a chair to Pride's right side, but their owner was currently somewhere else—at a bar stand drinking and chatting with someone. 
The absence of an owner didn't prevent the quill and notes from working on their own as they drafted beautiful handwritings.
Pride knew that this was done by using something called "Spiritual Power". He saw similar stuff in his father's study.
He was envious of such power, but he only had a spiritual power indicator of 9, which prevented him from becoming a talent.
He didn't give up yet. Also with the help of his family, he learned that there was a special potion called Potion of Austere Night, which could increase his indicator by 2 points, thus granting him a chance of becoming a talent.
The potion was costly. He almost earned enough money. If his exclusive magazine kept selling well, he'd soon get enough salary to buy a glass of the potion from an Apothecary alchemist.
When thinking about this, Pride calmed his excited mood.
There was a mortal girl with well-developed breasts sitting behind a desk to his left. Pride had been pursuing this girl named Jolene for a while now, both in reality and in his dreams. However, the lady kept her distance.
Jolene was now reviewing all kinds of articles that they received from different parts of the world. Each article would be checked three times. She was responsible for the first one.
Pride's working place was a magazine intended for wizards; it was called "Precision Sky" and the place published an edition each month.
Now was the 555th year since Precision Sky was established. This month's edition would be their 6666th volume in total. A memorable number, both to the magazine office and to Pride.
The magazine office just began to hire mortals to manage the publishing works, and they wanted to see the outcome of it.
Since Pride was the main editor for Precision Sky this month, this was a perfect chance for him to gain a raise in salary or post. 
"Pride, I got the sample for you. Personally, I think this one should be as good as the last one, if not better," Jolene said as she handed Pride a moderate-sized book.
Just to select better articles, they had been working together without sleeping for three full days. Pride already reached his mortal limit.
"I trust your capability," Pride flattered his "future wife" without looking at the book. "If we release a good edition and help wizards kill time, then Mister Vonsman will make me a permanent chief editor. Then we can—" 
"Oh, stop it." Jolene chuckled and said, "Check out the sample, pretty please."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

With Raymond presiding over the proceedings, the various powerful factions very quickly finished dividing the Church's land and resources amongst themselves.
　
"In a few days' time, the Graveyard of the Deities and Demons will be open. Then, we will go in together. Don't forget to bring your waist tablet!" After reminding everyone of a few things, he left in by dissolving into a ball of flames, disappearing without a trace with a swooshing sound.
"Yang Ling, we're leaving too. If you have time in the future, remember to come back to the Royal Elven Palace!" The Chief Elven Priestess said her goodbyes to Yang Ling and left together with the God of Swords. One is an unconventional and unrestrained swordsman, the other, an otherworldly Elven Priestess. They looked like a match made in heaven.
　
"Yang Ling, it's not urgent to establish the Magical Beast Empire now. Just send someone to take over the Holy Alliance. Be sure not to delay the matter of the Graveyard of the Deities and Demons!" The Elder of the Dark Association reminded Yang Ling and paused and said, "The three of us need to go too. We need to go back and take the time to prepare for the mission after we enter the Graveyard of the Deities and Demons. If you run into any difficulties, you can always come to Balark City to look for us!"
　
"Chief Elder, don't worry, if we really run into any difficulties, we won't hesitate to ask for your help!" Yang Ling smiled and waved to say goodbye to the Three Major Heads of the Dark.
…
　
In order to completely defeat the rest of the powers of the Church, and in order to take over the land of the Church and quickly make the preparations to venture into the Graveyard of the Deities and Demons, all the powerful factions rapidly led their own soldiers and left. Not long after, only Yang Ling and the Great Magical Beasts Army were the only ones left in the whole of the Holy City. 
　
"Seylius, you go back to the Magical Beasts Realm and pass on my command. Order Ashnamov to immediately lead 50 thousand soldiers to go to the Holy Alliance quickly, and as quickly as possible, stabilize the situation there. "After pausing, Yang Ling continued saying, "Rodriguez, you will lead the Great Magical Beasts Army to continue to search and clear the area and control the situation in the Holy City and guard each strategic channel. Sala, you will lead the Marmots army to clean up the battlefield. The rest of you follow me. Let's see how many treasures the Church has scalped and kept over the hundreds and thousands of years!"
　
While speaking, Yang Ling led members of his party like the Dark Dragon King and Hydra, towards the big cathedral behind Victory Plaza, preparing to harvest the spoils of war rapidly. 
　
Just as the Elder of the Dark Association had said, the Church had accumulated countless fortunes, most of which were stored in the Holy City. The time to getting into the Graveyard of Deities and Demons was getting nearer and nearer, and he needed to do an inventory of all the fortunes left behind by the Church and rapidly stabilize the situation with both the Holy City and the Holy Alliance. 
　
The Church occupied a large space, and there were majestic buildings one after another, and the facilities were complete. There were army camps with colorful flags flying in the wind, a few training grounds the size of a few football fields combined, solemn and majestic great halls used for praying… If one was not familiar with the area, it might be feared that one would be wandering around for half a day without being able to find the right direction. But, with prisoners-of-war who had surrendered, things became much simpler. 
　
Under the leadership of a prison-of-war, Yang Ling and party walked through building after building of tall steeples with sharp spires, and through door after door of sharp arches. Along the way, rose windows depicting classic stories could be seen everywhere. Long windows in-laid with colorful glass mosaic made up picture after picture of colorful religious stories, refracting a strong religious atmosphere.
For hundreds of thousands of years, the huge and powerful Church might have become like an arrogant overlord, but one could not deny that they had achieved great success in their art of architecture!
The prisoner-of-war was called Diogu, with a clean and fair face. He was a middle-aged missionary, usually in charge of leading the prayers of the followers, and was very familiar with the lay of the land of the Holy City. Under his guidance, Yang Ling and the party very quickly came to the front of a majestic looking building.
The tightly closed door was all black, made out entirely of obsidian. Surrounding the building were two towers for shooting arrows and two Energy Towers. There was usually a wing of soldiers stationed there. It was so strongly guarded that an ordinary person would not be able to get near. But after the Holy City had fallen, no matter the tower for shooting arrows or Energy Towers, all had long been empty.
"My Lord, this is our Church's treasure old. All the treasures that had been offered for tribute from all over the world, and for hundreds and thousands of years, are all stored here!" Looking at the so-called Great Demon King that killed people like flies and the ferocious-looking members of his party like the Dark Dragon King and Giant Ape King, the missionary leading the way was anxious and on tenterhooks. He was worried all the time that he would get ripped into shreds while alive, by the many ferocious and wild Magical Beasts, if he got careless. 
　
When the Holy City fell, he personally witnessed a Templar being ripped into half, fresh blood flowing freely, the innards and intestines all falling out. That bloody and terrifying image still gave him goosebumps and the chills up to his scalp every time he thought of it.
　
The Templar was the most elite force in the Church. If even they could not withstand a blow, then who else could be a match?
　
Furthermore, the other party still had a few greatly powerful Divine Level Experts, and the terrifying, powerful Twelve-winged Angel Raymond that could kill a dozen with a hit of his sword. Even if one were to fight to the death, he would definitely be no match for the other party.
So, Diogu made the wise choice of surrendering!
　
"Who has the keys?" Looking at the tightly closed door, Yang Ling furrowed brow.
　
It was no problem to smash the door open. Even the hardest metal door would not be able to withstand the wild and ferocious Magical Beasts. The problem was that no one knew if there were any traps behind the door. If one accidentally fell into an ancient Spell Formation, then it would be troublesome. It would be best to be more careful. 
　
"The key is in the hands of the Managing Elder. But now, I'm afraid… I'm afraid that no one knows where he is" Looking at Yang Ling's cold expression, Diogu kept sweating cold sweat, afraid that he unintentionally had the terrifying Great Demon King Yang Ling.
"My Lord, let me at it!" The Giant Ape King was, by nature, crazily violent. Looking at a metal door that was blocking his way, he was long itching to take action in impatience. With a roar, he ruthlessly used the bat and smashed it into the door with a whooshing sound.
　　
Rumble…
After a low thunderous sound, the Giant Ae King was jolted till his mouth went numb, and he involuntarily took a few steps backward. But the pitch-black metal door did not move an inch, like a thousand-pound anchor that was insistently blocking their way. Just as Yang Ling had expected, this was not as simple as an ordinary door.
Since this place contained the Church's collection of treasures over hundreds and thousands of years, the Church definitely would have spent much effort on it. There was no way anyone could easily break into this place!
Howl…
The Giant Ape King was reluctant to give up and, with a roar, rushed up to it again. One smash, two smashes… He kept smashing the hard door without stopping. Unfortunately, even if he had used up all his energy, the door still refused to budge and did not even tremble. It was even harder than the gates of the Holy City. 
　
"Move, let me try!" the Nine-headed Snake King Hydra said while transforming to his true form, circling the air a few times before diving straight down, slamming into the strong door ruthlessly with a rumbling sound. In an instant, the whole building shook like there was an earthquake, and in response, a few cracks appeared on the door.
Compared to the Giant Ape King, the Nine-headed Snake King Hydra, which was at the peak level power of a Mid-level Deity, was stronger many times over!
　
"One more time, open for me!" Looking at the cracks on the door, Hydra was greatly encouraged and ruthlessly slammed into it once again. Once, twice… Every time, it was like an earthquake, shaking the whole building. The thunderous banging sounds traveled far and wide. 
　
Rumble… 
　
Just as Hydra slammed hard into the door a few dozen times, and was jolted till his head was about to explode, the heavy door finally fell with a crash, revealing a large treasure room. What made Yang Ling heave a sigh of relief, was that apart from a cloud of dust, there was no trap or ancient Spell Formation behind the door. It looked like the Church was full of confidence about the heavy and hard door, and thought there was no chance of failure. No one had thought that the door would one day encounter the extremely strong Nine-headed Snake Hydra!
　
"Heavens, Crystal Coins, Purple Crystal Coins that are piled higher than a mountain!"
　
"The Crystal Coins are nothing. Look at these top quality Crystal Stones and high-level Magical Beasts Essence Crystal. Heavens, how much are these worth?" 
　
"Secret Silver Minerals, Heavy Metals from another dimension, tsk tsk, these are the real treasures that are valuable!"
…
Looking at the dazzling area of treasures, the treasures that were piled up high like mountains, everyone was in awe. Even though they knew that the Church had fleeced countless treasures, no one expected it to be so numerous. Not to mention the Crystal Coins and top quality Crystal Stones that were piled as high as a mountain, just a few pieces of alternate dimension's mineral stones that had come out from the Space Cracks were priceless. 
　
The mineral stones from an alternate dimension had a market, but no supply, even a thousand pieces of gold could not buy the stone. But here, they were countless and piled like high like a mountain!
No wonder the Church was so generous, and could build large cathedrals that occupied astonishingly large areas. No wonder every Knight of the Church was equipped with strong armor. No wonder the Church's Spellcasters were all full of Magical Weapons. So this was the reason! 
　
"Quick, take them, take them all, leave none behind!" Looking at the dazzling array of treasures, Yang Ling was ecstatic, ordering everyone to spread out and keep the treasures into the Space Ring as quickly as possible. After stuffing the Space Rings to the brim, he simply just kept all the rest into the Wizard Pagoda's Space, leaving them for the Six-winged Angel Ophelia to slowly tidy up.
"Eh, a Dimension Star Indicator. My Lord, hurry, come over here quickly!" After unintentionally spotting a simple and old looking bracelet, Hydra, who had transformed into a Snake Maiden, screamed loudly.
The Dimension Star Indicator was a Divine Weapon that could accurately pinpoint the position of the other dimensions. If one wanted to go to an alternate dimension through the Space Crack, one must have a detailed and precise Dimension Star Indicator. According to legend, this mysterious Divine Weapon could only be made by the elusive Dimensional Wanderers and was extremely valuable. Not to mention and ordinary organic dimension, even on the Magical Beasts dimension, the Dimension Star Indicator was extremely rare. 
　
"This is the Dimension Star Indicator?"
　
Coming over after hearing the news, Yang Ling took the Dimension Star Indicator from Hydra's hands. He looked at the shiny star map on the bracelet, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. This was no Star Indicator, it was obviously a vast star map that was drawn on a bracelet. Every small shining dot represented a planet. Together, they formed a galaxy that looked like a white stream!


CA mesmerizing female moonlight priest, a beauty of the darkness who captivates the soul of others… They all flood to his side!

With the help of the mysterious Wizard Power and terrifying Magical Beasts, Yang Ling had successfully created his very own divine path, at the same time enjoying fame in all parts of the world.

But as a Wizard, would he be able to avoid the mortal enemies of the Wizards back in the day -- The Lord and the Arbiter?
Let us wait and see...

When Xie Yuansheng left for the office, all he could think of was the look of excitement Feng Xinying's face. He knew that it was the look when she was into preparing dishes in the kitchen. He didn't know what else to think all the way to the office.
After he had left, Feng Xinying switched on the TV again to see the business news. Although Xie Yuansheng had assured her that it wouldn't make a difference to the Feng Conglomerate, she was anxious. She was anxious because after Xie Weihui's experience, she had come to know one thing, and that was that for hostile takeovers, people could go to any length. Lim Chuen was one such man. 
When the market opened, the price of the share had fallen down by 0.5 Yuan but it had stayed at that value for an hour before it started rising. Feng Xinying was seeing the reverse of what she had imagined. She was looking at the news biting her finger nails. All her manicured hands were looking like a mess by the end of two hours. She had become very tired watching the news and so she left the TV room and went to take a bath. When she returned she saw that the share price had risen by four percent. 
Based on the company's performance, the stock exchange had decided to give Feng Conglomerate a price band of twenty percent, which means that beyond a specific limit, the share price of the company cannot rise or fall. This price band was based on the previous day closing price. 
When Feng Xinying stitched the TV, she saw that the company had already gained four percent. She felt very positive but anxious at the same time. She switched the channels where they were talking about her return to the company and how the major share market players looked at it. One of them said that it was an excellent indicator. Since the company was always under the able leadership of Mr. Xie Yuansheng, it has been doing well, but the return of its heir kind of a fairytale. Hence the people like that factor. According to him the value would increase and so would the image of the company.
Chang Ling had managed to talk to two TV channels and after giving them lots of money, she had asked them to bring as much negative vibes about Feng Xinying as possible. So in those two news channels, the news anchors were only trying to dig all things negative about the company. One of them said, "Feng Xinying was a model before coming back to the company. Since when do the models have high IQ? All they have is their body to show off. If Miss Xinying can, she should return to the world of modeling or better go back to America."
Feng Xinying was very appalled by him and so she changed the news channel. She regretted not being able to do her college. She wanted all those years back… 
Chang Ling watched those two channels and was happy that this would bring the share price down. She reassured Lim Chuen who was sitting in front of his computer screen ready to buy at the slightest dip now. 
Feng Xinying started watching another news channel and suddenly she saw that the share price had gone up by ten percent. All the news channels had started talking about Feng Conglomerate. Some of them talked about its history also. One of them stated that they had been trying to contact the officials at Feng Conglomerate but couldn't. All of them were unavailable for comments. 
Ever since Xie Yuansheng had heard that the company share price was rising in the stock exchange, he had instructed all his people not to talk to the media. He was into taking meetings and there was not an iota of emotion on his face regarding the share price. He wanted this to be as low key as possible. 
It was in the next hour that Feng Xinying looked at the news with her hands on her mouth. The share trading for Feng Conglomerate was suspended. She called Xie Yuansheng but his phone went unanswered. 
She was stunned. She didn't know that the market would go that way. She felt dizzy and went to the bathroom to throw up. 
The Feng Conglomerate stock had hit its upper circuit and its trading was suspended for the day until the share price came below its circuit range, which was highly unlikely. 
When Feng Xinying came back and looked at the news regarding stock exchange, there was a huge positive market sentiment. People were talking about how rarely they saw such excellent vibes in the market. Feng Xinying's return was seen in an optimistic way. She was very emotional. She took her hands to her tummy and stroked it fondly. She whispered to her baby, "See you are so lucky for mommy." 
She was so emotional that tears of joy came out of her eyes.
Suddenly she saw a major TV news channel was interviewing Xie Yuansheng in his office. 
"Good afternoon, Sir, thank you for giving us this rare opportunity to talk to you." he said and continued, "Today we see a very rare occurrence in the stock exchange. Your company's share trading had to be suspended for the rest of the day. Were you anticipating it?" 
Xie Yuansheng looked very calm and said, "We were not expecting it at all. No one can predict market sentiments."
Anchor asked, "After it was announced to the world that Miss Feng Xinying is none other than the daughter of Feng Zhantian, weren't you afraid that people are going to see your wife in a different way."
Xie Yuansheng looked at the anchor coldly and said, "The market sentiment has proved that they had taken the news positively. What else can I say?" 
The anchor got the hint that the CEO didn't want to talk about his wife, so the next few questions that he asked were mostly about Feng Conglomerate and its future. When the interview ended, Feng Xinying had a huge smile on her face. She switched off the TV and went downstairs. It was afternoon now and it was time for surprise.


Warning: The novel contains mature scenes. 

Feng Xinying was an heiress of a billion dollar empire. She was a model by profession, a celebrity hailed by all as a winner in life. 

Suddenly she found that all she had was but an illusion. Upon her father's death, her company fell into the hands of Xie Yuansheng, leaving her with nothing but a fiery anger and indignation. And Xie Yuansheng was no easy man to deal with. 

Forced to be his secretary, Feng Xinying was fuming mad, never wanting to compromise on her career. 

Unfortunately, things were not going as she planned, and while she was hostile towards Xie Yuansheng, he was eager to mark her as his. 

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Before he was reborn, he loved Feng Xinying crazily and all he wanted was to make her his for the lifetime. But she hated him to the core because he mistreated her, caged her and didn’t let her go anywhere. He was suspicious of her movements. He knew that she hated him, and so he only tightened his control over her. 

After his rebirth, he looked differently at her. Xie Yuansheng was ready to make all amendments in this lifetime. 

From being the worst husband, he became the best that would dote on his wife. This is a story of how two people came to meet each other. She hated him first and then fell in love irrevocably. 

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The story will take you through the upheavals of emotions and situations that will make you cry, laugh and hate! Stay with me for this Sugar and Spice saga and you won't regret!

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Other two novels by me:
Two Contracts: My Lover is a CEO
Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha

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