Yuuri Hyuuga is not your ordinary girl. As the strongest born Marshall, watch as she live in a different world. 

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CRCT is a military organization on Earth, their strongest leaders were known as MARSHALLS. One marshall equivalents to the strength of a whole nation. And the one deemed the strongest among them is a 15 year old girl named Yuuri, Hyuuga Yuuri came from the Hyuuga Clan - the richest clan. And she fatefully get transferred to a world totally different from her own. Watch as she find ways to return back home, discover something important about herself, getting more stronger, make friends and finally falls in love.

(more detail summary will be added later)

Sam is a game creator. Marshall is a gamer. Marshall reviewed Sam's game. Sam hated Marshall but things were not going in their way when they have to live together.

Abel threw his ice magic sword into his Horadric cube. His power of the will was fully fixed on it, and soon a message appeared:
Big sword of frost (Normal)
Single hand damage: 3-7
Durability: 24/24
+1-2 ice damage, effect lasts for 2 seconds
The words "Big sword of frost (Normal)" was written in a bold blue font. It was unlike the single hand longsword before, which was entirely white. Turns out, that single hand longsword was considered as a white weapon, and this ice magic sword was considered as blue weapons, also known as magic weapons.
When Abel saw the font of the word "Frost" that appeared. He noticed it was the same style of font as the one from Diablo 2. "Frost" meaning damage caused by ice magic.
However, the original property of "10#Thul" rune suggested:
+3-14 ice damage 
The effect lasts for 3 seconds 
Ice defense increase by 30%
Due to the material used in the rune ink and the big sword, the effect remained at 1-2 damage, and it lasts for 1 second less. Abel had no idea how he could increase the power of this rune.
The new discovery had given Abel a lot of motivation, he picked up the single hand long sword with a tong and threw it into the furnace. After it had been heated, he took it out and put a hole in it.
He then repeated this process for 19 more times and ended up with 20 single-hand longswords with holes. Since he was in a hurry, and he did not rest at all during this process.
The process of writing runes was very smooth as well. Since his power of the will had increased tremendously, he could draw runes on 5 of these long sword before taking a rest. Just like that, he only spent the night, ruthlessly working until noon of the next day before all 20 long swords were finished.
Since Abel had been working nonstop, during lunchtime he sat in the dining hall of Harry castle viciously munching on a big bowl of leopard meat. The Lord of Marshall understood the reason behind Abel's lack of table manners, so he did not say a thing. He only looked at the often well mannered Abel gorging his food, with a smile.
"Uncle Marshall, I am a little hungry today." Said Abel as he noticed the attention of the Lord of Marshall. He suddenly realized the way he was eating was lacking in manners. Manners were very important on the dining table of nobles, and Abel was a bit ashamed of himself.
Normally Abel was very careful when it came to small details like these. He had been in this world for more than 2 years. Although he took precaution in the beginning, now, he found himself fitting in quite well. It was only after a day of intense labor when his power of the will could no longer function, did he forget about this little detail of manner.
"Don't worry about it. That's my boy" the Lord of Marshall exclaimed.
Since Abel had arrived at Harry castle, everything he did was very mature, so he had never been a worry to the Lord of Marshall. Because of this, The Lord of Marshall never really had any parenthood experience. When the topic of Abel came up during the conversations with his friends, he would always just say that Abel was very well behaved. He could not fully express the impose of being a stepfather.
The Knight of Bennett and the Lord of Marshall held a similar place in Abel's heart. When the Knight of Bennett first suggested that he wanted Abel to be adopted by the Lord of Marshall, Abel did not resist too much. This was because the Abel currently did not want to just replace the old Abel, and by being adopted by the Lord of Marshall, he could fully become the new Abel, an Abel that was more true to himself.
"Uncle Marshall, I am no longer a child," Abel emphasized. In this world, a 13-year-old was considered a young adult. He would not allow anyone to call him a kid. This was another way for Abel to come across as he had fully fit into this world. If he was still on earth, the adult Abel would never say such a thing.
"You are right, you are not a kid," said the Lord of Marshall, while laughing loudly.
"How're the magic weapons going?" Asked the Lord of Marshall, with a caring tone.
If things continued to escalate, it seemed like the wolf rider might attack Harry castle in 2 days. The latest news from the scout stated that a small group of wolf rider was roaming around outside Harvest City. But the Lord of Marshall's experience told him that, this was probably just the wolf rider's plan to keep the Harvest City military forces within the surrounding Harvest City. Viscount Dickens must have noticed this too, but he could not take the risk. Therefore, he was damned to continue guarding Harvest City with all his military force.
However, the Lord of Marshall was wrong to blame Viscount Dickens. In reality, Viscount Dickens sensed the presence of a wolf rider who possessed the same fighting ability as a commander knight roaming outside the city walls. That's why he was not willing to send any military force outside of Harvest City.
At the same time, the head commander wolf rider would not show itself easily. It knew that the moment he showed himself would be the time where he would fight to the death with Viscount Dickens. This was the responsibility of Viscount Dickens, all the luxury of being a ruler of the city came with a price, and that was protecting the city and its citizens with all his will.
If Viscount Dickens had sent some people to support Harry castle, it would lower the chance of him winning against this head commander wolf rider. He could not take this risk for the entire city, just for the safety of a single castle.
"The 20 single-handed long sword was almost complete. We should be able to give them to the knights along with a shield by tomorrow," Abel said, as he placed his cutlery on the table.
"Wow, that's quick. Even though we are in a hurry, you should take care of your body too!" Said the Lord of Marshall. He felt like there was no way he could change Abel's crazy working style.
"It's nothing compared to the time where I was making that bull carriage for you." Said Abel with a smile, as he whipped the oil of his cheeks with a napkin.
"Cough cough" the Lord of Marshall began to blush upon hearing these words of Abe. He then proceeded to say, "the past few days I've been trying to get used to my new armor and weapons. If they are as good as before, there is no way the wolf riders can penetrate our castle. They will pay for what they had done"
Suddenly, the Lord of Marshall thought of the Knight of Saroya again. He continued to say "the other two elite knights that fought against the orcs, the Knight of Bennett and the Knight of Hopper, have also been attacked. Luckily they were prepared for it, and they safely returned to Harvest City with only some light injuries.
"What a bunch of arrogant wolf riders!" Said Abel, with a slight hint of anger in his voice.
This area was located in the center of the human world, so it should be the safest place for humans. However, due to the series of orcs attack, it had sent anxiety into every home around here.
"I had heard the news that the elites from Duchy of Carmel had been ordered come here, but still, it would take at least 3 days. So if he can stay strong in these 3 days, everything will be fine" said the Lord of Marshall.
"Finally, there's some good news, but 3 days are more than enough time for the wolf rider to finish their good deeds, can't the elites come faster?" Abel complained.
The Lord of Marshall then explained "It's already the fastest they can go. The closest big city from here is Sidor city, even for them, 3 days is very fast. The country elites who come from Bakong city might take even longer, but of course, this is one of the fastest elite recruitment. Apparently it was a worgen who had killed prince Wyatt, so King Astor George was extremely angry. When he heard that the worgens started to attack again, he immediately began to recruit a large number of elites from all the big cities."
Abel felt an odd sense of happiness lurking within him. He was the one who actually killed a prince Wyatt, but he successfully blamed it on the worgens. Now, the King wanted to seek revenge by sending help, and the person he was sending help was exactly the person who had killed his son.
After Abel finished his lunch, he requested the servants to deliver the food straight to his operation room during dinner time. After he finished his dinner, he continued working again.
After 20 times of diamond installation, and 20 times of the power of the will guiding, 20 single-handed longswords were complete.
Abel then put one of these 20 long swords into the Horadric Cube. He concentrated on it with his power of the will, and these statistics appeared:
Single-handed long sword (normal)
Single-handed damage: 2-3
Durability: 24/24
+1-2 ice damage, effect lasts for 2 seconds
The world "Single-handed long sword (normal)" was written in a bold blue font, which meant that it was a qualified magic weapon.


I was reincarnated into another world, and I brought the Horadric Cube from Diablo II with me. 
Being a knight is cool and all, but being a wizard is pretty neat as well.
So, which one will it be?
  

Changying sat at the white table alone during lunch looking at a schedule she had been given. Basically, her day was broken up by the four mealtimes observed in the facility. At six she had breakfast, and then she would work with one of the men for four hours then Lunch was at ten thirty followed by another fours hour session until tea time at three thirty and a final session finishing at eight for dinner. The half an hour break times to eat and go to the bathroom did not seem very long until she had sat here alone idly playing with her food as she perused the schedule Francesco had given her.

There was a loud crash of a tray being dropped and the accompanying sound of china breaking at the kitchen end of the dining hall and Changying looked up noting a woman wearing orange and bending down to pick up the debris. Her view though was obscured as Nero came to stand in front of her. 

"Are you ready?" he asked in a friendly informal way. "We have plenty to get through today."

"Yes Marshall," Changying said standing and gathering her tray to return it to the kitchen.
"Leave the tray the kitchen staff can deal with that," he said.

"The signs say not to, and I don't want to be seen as lazy on my first day so I'd rather not if that is okay. The receptacle is just over there it will only take me a moment," she hurried over and deposited her trash and the tray before he could answer. She then returned to his side noting his dissatisfied expression.

"Follow me," Nero said in a clipped tone and walked through a left-hand side door to a corridor and entered a surprisingly large and spacious office. "Close the door," he said over his shoulder once he was sure she had followed him within. "Kneel here," he pointed at a spot in the middle of the room and retrieved a file from his desk turning to perch on the edge of it facing her and waited until she was settled on the floor.

"While you seem to be able to pick up the protocols for using our titles of respect, it would seem that you haven't quite grasped your place within this facility yet," he addressed her with a cold hard voice. "My earlier casual tone may have led you to believe that you could negotiate what I asked of you under the guise of politeness but make no mistake if I ask you to do something I expect you to do it without hesitation."

"I'm sorry Marshall," Changying immediately apologised. "I was just..."

"Without hesitation do you understand?" Nero cut her off.

"Yes, Marshall," Changying responded and dropped her head.

"While you are here at this facility you are a servant. You do as you are instructed by any of the Battaglia. You do not decline, negotiate or prevaricate. You do not explain yourself unless asked to do so. That is your role here, to follow orders and prove your worth as a member of one of the twelve families. The consequences for not following orders can be as severe as failing your trial and being asked to leave not only this facility but the family that has sent you to us." He pressed the gravity of her situation onto her.

Changying looked up as he spoke taking in the seriousness of not only his words but his voice and body language.

"You have been given only a short time with us, so it is imperative you don't make the mistake of thinking you are here as a guest who has choices. You are here under trail conditions to prove your worth and value to us. Do you understand the gravity of your situation?" Nero asked.

"Yes Marshall," Changying answered wanting desperately to explain that she had no idea what she was doing or what was expected of her in reality. All she knew was based on books and little snippets she had gleaned from talking with the family.

"Good. I would hate to have to punish you on the day of our first meeting. Now that we understand each other, I will be your case worker and doctor while you are here. I will test and judge your mental and physical abilities over the next few days, and we will work on areas of deficit from there," he spoke absently flicking through the file he held in his hand. "I see that Doctor Jack Wei has done a superb job in running all the medical tests required over the last six months. That will save us a great deal of time."

"Tell me of your academic history," Nero ordered and picked up a notebook.

Changying spoke about everything from the first school she attended as a five-year-old right through to graduating university and the minimal research training she had received at the publishing company she worked at that time. She didn't embellish at all claiming to be an average student who won no prestigious awards. She did not speak of being bullied, or what an introvert she had become during her high school years she just kept to the facts.

"So reading between the lines, you were a decent student who studied hard to achieve. You were not popular at school, but neither were you an outcast. Possibly bullied somewhere in there though I have the feeling it is not something you associate with school. You enjoyed University and grabbed any opportunity given to you with both hands. I would even go so far as to suggest you remain friends with at least one of your lecturers. Does that sound about right?" he asked knowingly.

"Yes Marshall," Changying didn't hide the surprise from her voice that he had pegged her so accurately. She wondered what exactly was in that file that sat on his desk.

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She was known for reading too much. Ms. Changying had been close to the top end of her graduating class from Tsinghua University which is a major research university in Beijing, and a member of the elite C9 League of Chinese universities. An Arts History degree in hand, Changying found that, without connections, all her study counted for nothing in getting a job with the national museum in Beijing. Resigned to mediocrity, she took a job as a researcher for a publishing firm that specialized in historical biographies and fiction.

It was there that she met her boss - Mr. Wang Wei, an arrogant control freak. She researched strictly for Wang Wei who constantly quizzed her on her research methods.

As time went on she found the manuscripts crossing her desk becoming more explicit than the average romance in a historical setting. Themes of bondage or sadomasochism touched on very lightly at first became darker and more elemental to the storylines. 

Changying found her research opening her eyes wider to a whole new world she realized she knew less about than she thought she did.

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The moment when the two guards of the Bardic University gate saw the gang who is accompanied by another guard, their demeanor immediately became more attentive than before as they eyed the strangers who have displayed intent on entering the university grounds.
But upon seeing the rose badge that the elf and the young girl are bearing, the pair of guards conducted themselves appropriately to not offend the nobles of the group.
The guard escort gestured courteously for the gang to wait at their spot as he approached his fellow guards to talk to them about the gang's circumstances here at the University.
"Hey, Floyd." The guard escort initiated the conversation with one of the university guards. "I bring the esteemed noble elf, Lord Gray Allister, and his regarded companions who the Headmaster are expecting today."
"Ah, so that's him." The university guard said in acknowledgment. "If that's the case, then they may all be granted entry to the university and report to the gracious Headmaster without delay."
With their entry secured, the guard escort smiled at the gang and motioned for them to enter.
One of the university guards then opened the gate, an invitation for Gray and his companions to finally proceed inside. Indeed, the gang's excitement skyrocketed as they can't wait to delve behind the stone walls and view the whole Bardic University with their own two eyes.
Taking their first step, the gang could not help but widen their eyes with utter amazement at the marvelous sight that greeted them, the sight of three buildings in its remarkable glory that faced towards one another in a plaza-like setting.
Speaking of plaza-like, indeed the university grounds is truly comparable to one. Green, luscious grass makes up the entirety of the outdoors with few trees adding to the ambiance of the beautiful nature. The most notable sight however is a huge golden statue of a musical figure in the very center. The figure depicted a handsome human male playing the lute. He is shown to be wearing a fashionable doublet that is close fitting with baggy sleeves. The said clothing also has an elaborate design with a pattern of flower embroidery that is certainly eye-catching. The man's lower garment is a braies pants with a pair of pointed boots that reached his knees. 
No doubt, the statue itself is sculpted by a carver who mastered his trade, evident by the perfect attention to details that was made into the golden sculpture showing no signs of physical degradation. It's absolutely a sight that many won't definitely miss.
Numerous bards are also noticed all over the university grounds with their extravagant attires that are only worn by a performer of the oratory and musical arts. Some who are in groups appeared to be practicing for some sort of play, attested by the way that they dramatically act as they interact with one another while a person oversees the entire practice. The other ones who preferred to be alone simply minded their own business as they play their musical instrument in a perfect solace, basking at the fresh outdoor winds with a state of absolute tranquility, exhibited by the soothing expression on their faces.
The group's attention aimed next to the buildings, most conspicuously at the one that's directly in front of them and the biggest of the three, akin to an extravagant three-story mansion owned by the richest of the nobility. From the outside where the group stood, the university looks very aesthetic and pleasing to the eyes. Its architectural design consisted mostly of refined wheat silver-colored bricks that only add to the exquisite display with spruce wooden decorations. Small, rectangular windows made up most of the building, and the roof is of the A-frame type.
The guard escort who's still accompanying them told that the building that they are seeing is the Academic Building of the University. This is where the lectures about history, rhetoric, and music are all discussed and the office of the faculty, Dean, and Headmaster is also located inside. 
The second building at the left is the Grand Auditorium, the building where the most talented of Bards would perform on the monumental stage. The auditorium is capable of accommodating thousands of audiences who wished to witness the performances and plays. 
The third building at the right is simply the dormitory for both faculty and students alike. It's a fairly huge four-story manor to accommodate many of the occupants who are currently involved with the university. The guard told the gang that this is where they'll be staying as instructed by the Headmaster.
Now that Gray and the others had a general idea of the whole area while on their brief tour, the guard escort guided the quarter to the Academic building where they'll be meeting the Headmaster.
The Bards in their vicinity wonder who the new visitors are. Many thought along the lines that they must be new students while others thought that they are simply tourists or visitors who wished to explore the place. 
Most of the men however are could not help but eye at Lily, who they thought is a stunning young lady with the perfect figure and an angelic face. Some of the women also set their gaze at Gray and Isamu, where they thought that that the pair is simply dashing as fit to their status. Gray being a Baron with his dignified elven features that is almost similar to the handsome Dean of the University that they all revere, Luthais Faelar, and Isamu as a gallant Knight displaying his set of imposing full plate armor. Regarding Selena Allister, all of the Bards surely thought of her as a cute adorable little girl that deserved praise and attention.
Indeed, the Bards' curiosity could not help but be piqued at the members of the gang who all look unique and diversified.
The gang tried their best to pay no mind on the stares that they received and opted to focus on the direction at where the guard escort is currently leading them. In a few moments after dealing with the scrutinizing eyes of the Bards, the quartet finally arrived inside the Academic building, much to their relief. The unnecessary attention was just too much, especially when they just arrived here.
Similar to the Warrior's Guild, the first thing that greeted the four inside is the reception hall of the building. 
If the outside was grand, then the gang is sure as hell that the very inside at where they are standing currently is unmistakably grander. A majestic hallway welcomed them in their line of sight, adorning an orange carpet on the floor that lead to the lobby where a certain beautiful young woman is seen behind the counter. The said woman seemed to be occupied with her own work, writing something on a notebook of hers.
Gray deemed that it was the right time for the guard to depart from the group. The guard was finished with fulfilling his task of escorting the gang to the building and his services are no longer needed. Of course, the gang unquestionably appreciated the guard's gesture of assistance to them.
"Thank you for accompanying us, fair guard, but we will be fine on our own from here on out and we don't want to take more of your precious time." Gray smiled with gratitude as he proved it by conjuring a pouch of 60 gold from his Inventory and gave it to him. "Here, something for your troubles. I suppose that's enough for about two to three drinks or so at the local tavern."
"I thank you, my lord." The guard positively isn't going to say no to gold as he graciously accepted the elf's reward. After all, gold is gold and every single bit of it counts. He would be a hypocrite if he would answer otherwise. Additionally, this also led to the completion of his own quest that was given to him by the System when he was tasked to escort the gang. "Should you require any further assistance, all you have to do is to ask the lovely young lass at the counter, Miss Penelope Germaine."
"Got it." Gray gave the man a thumbs up.
After receiving his gold, the guard politely begged his leave to the gang and went outside in the opposite way, going back to the gate between High Quarter and Low Quarter to resume his original lookout duty.
Heeding the guard's advice, Gray and his companions wasted no time and approached the receptionist at her work station. The gang saw that the receptionist is still occupied in her notebook and seemed to have not yet noticed them.
Gray led the conversation as always and went nearer to the receptionist. He had to admit, he was a bit annoyed at how she seemed to be not minding him despite their slightly close proximity towards one another. Gray also took notice of how the receptionist would giggle every now and then, probably finding what she's currently writing somewhat amusing.
'Wow, she sure is focused on whatever she's writing at.' Gray thought as he tilted his head in interest. 'Alright, snapping her out then. I'm not going to waste my time staring her writing and snickering like a crazy chick all day at whatever she's writing.'
Without hesitation, Gray leaned against the counter and attempted to catch the receptionist's attention by clearing his throat loudly. "Excuse me, miss."
The elf's act thankfully did its part as Penelope halted her writing and lifted her head up to see an elf. She quickly reacted by securing her notebook below her desk and stood up from her seat, no doubt embarrassed by how late she realized that someone is actually in front to consult with her, evident by the small blush on her pretty face.
"O-oh my." Penelope stuttered on her tone. Upon seeing the badge on the elf's robes, she came to a realization at how ill-bred she is and spontaneously bow her head down apologetically. "I'm truly sorry my lord. Forgive me for the rudeness that I displayed to you."
"Haha, it's quite alright." Gray grinned in assurance while waving his right hand dismissively. His tone then shifted to being playful as he said his next words. "Although seeing you chuckling like a madwoman, I can only imagine the entertaining words that you must be writing."
"Oh uh… it's nothing that you have to be concern about, my lord." Penelope sheepishly responded. "It's just a little hobby of mine. Anyways, my name is Penelope Germaine, the receptionist of the distinguished Bardic University. What can I do for you?"
Gray saw how flustered the young lady is in her attempt to change the subject promptly. Deciding to spare Penelope of any humiliation, he went along with her and introduced himself and his companions who are right behind him. "My name is Gray Allister and these are my friends, my Knight, Isamu Meiyo, my sister, Selena Allister, and a friend of mine from the Order, Liliane Springflower."
"Wait, you're Gray Allister?!" Penelope this time was in for a pleasant surprise as her tone turned lively, her embarrassment now totally forgotten. "The Headmaster is expecting you and your party's arrival. It's finally an honor to meet you!!"
"An honor?" Gray was perplexed at why Penelope is presently feeling all jolly at this very moment. "Kindly enlighten me."
"It was you who introduce the 'Gangnam Style' in Chadena, correct?" Penelope's eyes lit up with eagerness to which Gray nodded in response. "When Lord Hubard told us of your exploits when he and the other Bards came back, we were not able to contain our excitement at the prospect of meeting you in person. At first, I never believe that a regal and cultured elf such as yourself is capable of such eccentric yet catchy dance moves, but here you are, right in the flesh!! As a result, the Headmaster decided to spread the dance and patented it under your glorious name. Don't be astonished when you'll see some Bards randomly performing your dance in the streets."
"Hehe, right." Gray simply sweat-dropped at her explanation. It's official, his drunken shenanigans at the Fighter's Retreat would forever haunt him until his grave. Psy, if given the opportunity to cross here in this world, would no doubt berate the elf for shamelessly using his signature dance move of 2012 as a way to rise to fame, intentionally or not. 
"The Headmaster is currently inside his office," Penelope said. "If you and your companions would please follow me, I'll take you there. He's very ecstatic in meeting you this instant."
"That won't be necessary, dear."
Penelope's eyes widen as she heard a familiar sophisticated voice coming from her and the gang's side.
"Lord Luthais." 
The elven Dean himself smiled in a display of a welcoming manner, manifesting the same look of thrill while studying the gang with a calculating gaze, most particularly at his fellow elf, Gray Allister.


AN: While updating daily, I'm also in the process of slowly editing the early chapters. Don't worry, the plot and setting won't be changed. Thank you for your cooperation. 

Anyways, here's the synopsis:

Gods, Morals, Magic, Swords, and War...

Gray Allister woke up one day in the middle of an unknown forest. After an unforgettable moment with a monster rabbit, he met the System Goddess, Sylvia, telling him that he is in the world of Silverhart, a magical place erupted in a state of constant conflict where only the strongest can survive. After receiving his abilities, Gray is going to take Silverhart by storm!! In an epic journey to conquer and save the entire fantasy realm.

(Cover Photo not mine. CTTO)

"Tomcat, Mai Dong… If you were to list the ten scientists who created deep, everlasting influence in human history, who would you choose?" Tang Yue sat before a table, with a piece of paper in front of him, while he spun the pen in his hand.
Ever since they had begun recording human history, Kunlun Station went from a research center of natural science to a social science research center.
"Isaac Newton." Tomcat was typing rapidly on the keyboard, muttering without looking up. "… Galois was no doubt a young genius. He deserves to be called one of the greatest mathematicians of the nineteenth century. Unfortunately, he died young… This warns us not to challenge others in fields you aren't skilled in. If Galois had engaged in a duel that didn't involve shooting but in solving equations, we could imagine that Galois would not only win the woman's hand but also live to a ripe old age…"
"Albert Einstein!" Mai Dong answered.
"Galileo Galilei," Tomcat added.
"Nicolas Cage, ah no—Copernicus!" Mai Dong added again.
"Charles Darwin."
"Doesn't Tesla count?" Tang Yue asked. "Nikola Tesla."
"When you mentioned Tesla, I thought you were referring to the founder of Tesla, Inc., Elon Musk." Tomcat stroked its whiskers. "Nikola Tesla might be a rare genius, but he doesn't deserve to be one of the top ten scientists in human history. You can place Michael Faraday, James Maxwell, and a bunch of others ahead of him."
"Some people call him a god."
"There are no gods in academia, just nut cases," Tomcat said.
"There's also Max Planck!" Mai Dong recalled another famous person.
"Miss Mai Dong, such a ranking is actually meaningless. I don't know why you humans like rankings. It's as though you always have to come up with a top ten, top four, and top three. Humans like to demarcate matters, using a layman's viewpoint to forcefully separate matters. You have to know that separation is the beginning of discrimination."
Tomcat shook its head.
"Max Planck is obviously great, but there are equals such as Niels Bohr, Max Born, Paul Dirac, Werner Heisenberg, as well as Louis de Broglie. Just randomly point at a picture of the Fifth Solvay International Conference in 1927, and he would be one of the greatest physicists in the twenty century or even human history.
Tang Yue scratched his head. Enjoying rankings was something that was part of his mindset. It wasn't only him; most Chinese, including Mai Dong, had such a mindset.
"We began ranking from a young age," Tang Yue said. "Tomcat, you haven't experienced the National College Entrance Examination. We were the students that survived from the hundreds of thousands of students in the entire province. Not only are students ranked, but even schools are also ranked. Peking University and Tsinghua University are the top tier, followed by the five universities in East China[1] as well as the C9 League[2]. There was a 985 and 211 in the past before they came up with the Double First-Class University Plan. The various fields have their own circles both big and small like the Eight Architecture Universities[3], the Two Electronic and One Post[4] and the Five Institutes and Four Departments."
"What about you?" Tomcat glanced at him.
"The university I received my Bachelors from is very ordinary. It was once a 211, but later became part of the Double First-Class University Plan," Tang Yue replied. "My Masters was received at the same place, and you can think of it as scraping by."
"Education is really the most severe involution in China." Tomcat sighed. "The college entrance examinations must have been highly competitive, right? Thousands cross a single bridge as they engage in a life-and-death struggle, each strike seeing blood."
"But that also has Chinese characteristics." Mai Dong giggled.
Tomcat stopped talking as it continued working hard at recording mathematical history.
It had just finished writing about Évariste Galois's life and was preparing to write about Niels Abel, who was also a pioneer in Group theory.
After Abel was a list of illustrious names.
Henri Poincaré. Without him, there wouldn't be the theory of relativity.
Georg Cantor. Yes, the Cantor from Cantor Sets.
Bernhard Riemann. Riemann's hypothesis had yet been solved even when the Earth vanished.
David Hilbert, an uncrowned king in the field of mathematics.
Hermann Minkowski, Einstein's teacher.
Tomcat wrote down these people in chronological order. It would write about whoever it recalled; thus, many famous mathematicians such as Archimedes, Gauss, Euler, Lagrange, Gödel, Neumann, and Hardy had already been filed away on Kunlun Station's hard disk, joining the ranks of the other most illustrious humans in human history. 
Tang Yue switched on the computer and connected it to the survey telescope on the space station.
He continued observing the comet.
Both Kunlun Station and the space station were tracking Comet Tomcat-Tang-Mai I and had collected enough data for the computer to calculate its trajectory. The calculation was the simplest part of the mission, with the hardest being collection of data. In the past, when observational means weren't advanced enough, humans had to spend decades or even centuries of observation to predict a comet's orbit period.
The Dawn module on the United Space Station had been destroyed, causing Tomcat and Tang Yue to lose most of its remote observation means. This dragged out the time needed.
The survey telescope took a picture every half an hour. It was difficult to tell any difference in the comet's brightness in a short period of time, but when Tang Yue lined them up together, he found that the comet was moving. It had already taken shape, and he could identify its head and tail from the telescope photos. According to the computer's calculations, the comet was passing by Jupiter's orbit and speeding towards Mars at an extremely fast rate.
With the comet constantly approaching the sun, the gravity exerted on it grew greater, accelerating it even more.
Tang Yue stared at the photo on the monitor, imagining the celestial body hurtling through space, spewing out evaporating steam and carbon dioxide in its tail. But instead of a tail, it resembled the flames spewed out by a rocket engine. Its tail was big enough to comprise all of Jupiter. The Great Red Spot was slowly spinning on Jupiter's surface as the turbid atmosphere stirred up intense bolts of lightning and storms like a colossal eye.
"Tang Yue, where's Grothendieck… Tang Yue?"
Tang Yue was taken aback as he snapped out of his fantasies.
"What?"
"Alexander Grothendieck's information," Tomcat said. "Where did you put it?"
"It's still on this hard disk." Tang Yue took out a hard disk from the drawer and pushed it over to Tomcat.
"Stop dazing around. What are you looking at? That comet?" Tomcat glanced at him before glancing at the monitor.
Tang Yue nodded. "You said that it wouldn't collide with Mars, right?"
"Of course." Tomcat wore an odd look. "The probability of it striking Mars is basically zero…"
"Ding!"
A pop-up window suddenly appeared on the monitor. It indicated that the calculation was done.
Tang Yue and Tomcat looked over.
The workstation indicated that it had completed the trajectory calculations of Comet Tomcat-Tang-Mai I, and it displayed the results.
Did it finish that quickly? Tomcat was slightly surprised, believing it would take another two more days.
The man and cat looked at the blue curve over the pitch-black background. It was the comet's predicted trajectory.
At its origin was a white point that clearly represented the comet.
And at its destination was a red circle, with the label: Mars.
There was also a tiny rectangle.
Inside the rectangle were English words written in bold. "WARNING: IMPACT!"
Tomcat was taken aback. Its expression slowly warped as though in slow-motion, looking like a Peking opera marshal with flags sticking out. It grimaced at the flags it had risen.
[1] Fudan University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Nanjing University, Zhejiang University, University of Science and Technology of China.
[2] Peking University, Tsinghua University, Fudan University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, University of Science and Technology of China, Zhejiang University, Nanjing University, Xi'an Jiaotong University, Harbin Institute of Technology
[3] Tsinghua University, Southeast University, Tongji University, Tianjin University, South China University of Technology, Harbin Institute of Technology, Xi'an University of Architecture and Technology, Chongqing University
[4] University of Electronic Science and Technology of China, Xidian University, Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications.


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

Orida Fortress
Duke Abel tore a piece of paper into pieces in a rage. "All sad, pathetic excuses for men. Seems like I was too soft on all of you!"
The document was a report concerning the turnout rate to a military draft he had authorized in a small town in the North. He had expected 3000 recruits from the place, but only 2000 Warriors were sent back to the fortress, which was only two-thirds of what he had demanded. Duke Abel was not at all satisfied by this.
At that moment, Abel could feel the bloodlust rising in him. His nose twitched unconsciously, and his hand reflexively moved towards the handle of his sword. There was an insatiable thirst growing in him.
He craved the smell of fresh blood. He wanted to see a blood mist spray out of a body when it was cleaved open by his sword. Most of all, he wanted to hear the sound his sword would make when piercing through the flesh of another man, as well as the anguished scream of his victims. He delighted in the murder of small children, especially little girls. Their soft bodies were like pieces of tofu; one smooth slice of the sword was all it would take to cut through their flesh, which offered little to no resistance to the blade.
No, he must not think such thoughts. Should he let himself dwell on them any longer, he feared that he might once again resume his murderous rampage outside the walls of the fortress.
His hand gripped tightly on the sword's handle, then let go of it for a couple of times. As a result of this, his palm was now slick with sweat. After around ten minutes, Duke Abel finally managed to suppress the urge in him to kill.
He let go of the sword's handle and began reading another document.
Just then, something flashed in the corner of the wall. He immediately had a hand on his sword, and upon raising his head, saw a dark figure standing in the shadowy corner of the wall.
"Who are you?" Abel demanded.
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that you are now in a precarious position, my dear Marshall," said the dark shadow, its voice sounding almost pleased about this.
Abel laughed out loud. "Ha, I've already attained Legendary power, it would not be a stretch to say that I am the strongest Warrior in the fortress. On top of that, I have with me more than 50,000 Warriors in the fortress. Who would dare attack me?"
The shadow breathed out a name. "The lord of Ferde, Duke Morani."
At the mention of this name, Abel's face froze up. In an instant, he had changed into a completely different man. He had enough reason to dread Link, the Legendary Magician. Not only did he possess formidable magic, but Ferde also supplied a majority of the fortress' resources. To offend Link would mean a disruption to that supply of resources, and the whole fortress would be forced to survive on its stockpiles for at most two months.
After those two months, the Warriors would all be without food, and the fortress would collapse on itself.
"Why would the lord of Ferde confront me without reason?" Abel anxiously said to himself.
The black shadow chuckled softly. It was a sharp, whistle sound, which made Abel uncomfortable. He was itching to dive at the intruder and cut him in half, but for now, he would like to hear what it had to say next. So he managed to restrain all murderous impulses in him for as long as he could.
The shadow then spoke once more, "Because of the power you've gained. You're growing stronger through the act of killing. Did you not find it strange, this craving in you for blood and murder?"
Though its voice was soft, in Abel's ear, it had sounded like a thunderclap. "Yes, what kind of power derives itself from murder anyway? Even the demons aren't capable of this. I've been feeling more and more bloodthirsty lately. If I were to go one whole day without killing someone, I would feel ill at ease and even find it difficult to sleep at night. I even found myself going through the memory of killing a little girl just now... How is this any different from a demon?"
He had already sensed that there was something wrong with him, but he dared not go into it further. Now, as he reflected on his past actions, he could not help but work up a cold sweat.
Duke Abel had not felt the least bit horrified while indulging in his killing spree. After hearing all this said to him by someone else, though, he could not believe he was even capable of such a thing.
Who was behind the dark shadow?
"You hiding in the shadows, show yourself!" Abel drew his sword out. If the intruder chose not to reveal himself, he would not hesitate to kill him where he stood.
The figure chuckled again and stepped out of the shadows. It was a little girl dressed in a black silk dress. Her body was somewhat serpentine, and her features were exquisitely sculpted and sturdy. She looked at Abel with a sly smile.
"Ah... You're... It's you!"
Duke Abel took a step backwards. His mind was thrown into disarray. The girl looked exactly the same as the angel of light who had granted him his power. The only difference was their clothing.
"Yes, it's me. I was the one who had gifted you the power of murder. Thanks to me, you've become a Legendary Warrior. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"You... You're a demon!" Duke Abel realized he had been tricked.
The girl in the black dress violently waved a hand with a look of disdain on her face. "Don't lump me in with demons. Those pea-brained brutes are nothing more than my slaves. Oh, my dear Marshall, try not to be too hung up on who I am and start worrying about your current predicament. As far as I know, Link's on his way to the North, and he already knows about your little secret. If I were you, I would start thinking about how best to defend yourself against the Magician's wrath."
Abel fell back onto his chair, muttering, "It's useless, I'm no match for someone who can extinguish 1000 demons by himself. What's the point of reaching Legendary if I can't even go up against that kind of power? I'm finished. My hands are stained with blood. There's no way he would forgive me for what I've done... I'm ruined, ruined!"
Duke Abel began cradling his head and mumbling to himself, with fear, shame and anger all mingled up in him.
The little girl laughed again. "What a coward you turned out to be. Aren't you supposed to be Duke Abel, the marshall of the northern army, with countless Warriors and Magicians who have sworn their allegiances to you? What have you to fear from Link and his entourage of no more than ten people?"
"He has the power to wipe out an entire army by himself!"
"That's because no other Warrior has ever been an equal match for him. But now, you're a Legendary Warrior like him, not to mention the fact that the Warriors in the fortress are all ordinary men. Do you really think he would risk using any area-of-effect spells on them? No, he won't. These Warriors will serve as nothing more than a human meat shield against the Magician. Do you understand?"
Stunned momentarily by those words, Duke Abel's rage finally overcame the fear and shame in him. "That's right, I'm the marshall here. Link has no right whatsoever to judge me. He's just the whelp of a viscount. No, I won't succumb. I'll fight. I must... I must end him!"
The bloodlust that Duke Abel had been suppressing in him all this time finally erupted, with a faint red aura radiating off his body. There was now a blood-red gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, that's it," cooed the girl in the black dress softly. "There's a small town called Gladstone 100 miles north from here where the rage epidemic had once again reared its head. You should take your men there to keep things under control. There are around 10,000 people living there, by the way."
Abel felt a sudden chill in his blood at those words. He roared at her, "Leave me!"
"As you wish, I've already said what I needed to say. Whatever you do next is entirely up to you." The girl in the black dress retreated back to the corner of the wall and vanished into the shadows.
Duke Abel sensed that something was off. The guards outside should have rushed in immediately to check on him as soon as he started screaming and shouting in the room. However, nothing happened when the girl had vanished without a trace from the place.
Duke Abel slumped back in his chair, not at all bothered to check with the guards outside. His bloodshot eyes stared absently at the ceiling of his study, as the words of the girl in the black dress echoed still in his head.
Gladstone, the rage epidemic, the murderous demon, Link's judgment... These words swirled persistently in his head like a curse hanging over him.
After a long while, Duke Abel finally shouted, "Guards! Guards!"
The door to his study opened, and a young Warrior entered with a look of reverence as he gazed at the duke before him. "Marshall, how can I be of service?"
"Go, bring my daughter Annie to me!"
"Yes, Marshall." The young Warrior then stepped back out of the room.
Abel took out a pen and paper and began writing a letter. As he scribbled on, his words became even more muddled up. Once or twice, he stopped writing altogether and stared at the paper as if he could not decide whether to tear it up or not.
In the end, he could not bring himself to do such a thing.
A few minutes later, he finally finished the letter and inserted it into an envelope. He then sealed it up with his coat of arms, and at that moment, the door opened once more. Annie, who was wearing green-black leather armor, entered the room, her face cold and indifferent. When she saw her father, she spoke coldly, "What are your orders, Marshall?"
"Take this letter to the North and give it to Master Link. He is now on his way here. Take Kanorse with you, too."
"Yes, Marshall." Annie took the letter from him and then asked, "Anything else, Marshall?"
Duke Abel knew why his daughter had been acting so distant towards him. She had objected to his genocidal campaign against the common folk back in Garrason, but he did not heed her words.
"That's it. You can go now. The sooner you leave, the better! Remember, do not give this letter to anyone else, even if they claim to be doing it under my name. Understand?"
"Understood." This provoked a strange look from Annie, but she went off to carry out her orders nonetheless.
After a while, Duke Abel heard the sound of hooves outside. He quickly looked out of the window and saw that Annie and Kanorse had left Orida Fortress on their horses.
Like a trapped beast, he paced the room for half an hour, thinking of what to do next. Suddenly he shouted, "Guards! Guards, come quick!"
The guards outside rushed into the room. "Marshall, is there something wrong?"
"Princess Annie and Kanorse have betrayed me. Contact M13 immediately! Have the commander there send someone to apprehend them! Quick, time is of the essence, under no circumstances are they allowed to escape our grasp!" Duke Abel roared.
"Yes, I understand." The soldier hurriedly went out of the room to carry out the marshall's order.


Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

"Yesterday, a shocking gambling contract was signed between the famous author of Jurassic Park and 17 Again, eighteen-year-old prodigy Eric Williams, and Columbia Pictures of the Coca-Cola Group."
 
"It was reported, Eric Williams after filming 17 Again, in just fifteen days, wrote and directed a low-budget comedy of one hundred and forty minutes titled Home Alone. Eric Williams reportedly relied on the paycheck he received as a starring actor, as well as his royalty fee from Jurassic Park to accomplish this feat. Regardless of what the quality of the film might be, this makes him worthy of the 'genius' title."
 
"After viewing Home Alone and deliberating, the Columbia executives were unanimously optimistic. According to insiders, Mr. Blount Cohen, President of Columbia Pictures had even wanted to buy the entirety of the copyrights for 10 million $. However, Eric Williams refused this offer that would have made him one of the youngest multimillionaires in Hollywood, and instead proposed a completely insane gambling contract."
 
The article was detailing the two sides of the bet, and analyzing the possibility of Eric winning it. The author was obviously an insider and had included a series of data of similar box office comedies in the past. He estimated that with Home Alone, Eric's chance of losing was more than 80%.
 
Home Alone neither starred a celebrity cast nor had any investors. Among such good but low-budget comedies, only a few could make 2 to 3 million at the box office, most would just make a million. Therefore, the possibility of Home Alone breaking the 50 million mark was very low. The author even concluded by saying that Columbia would most likely never 'allow' Home Alone to pass that mark.
 
People liked to talk about all kinds of things, but their favorite topics would be, geniuses (the ones that were so out of their reach that they couldn't even feel envy), tragic heroes, and conspiracy theories.
 
The Los Angeles Times article had directly or indirectly, touched upon all three subjects, stirring the public sentiment. Even before the 20th Century Fox's 17 Again publicity stunt, people had begun to develop an interest in Eric. This could be seen by the sudden jump in Jurassic Park's sales.
 
Now, the appearance of Home Alone was like a bomb. The public's interest in Eric had exploded, which meant that sales and the ratings would too. Within a few days, he had already received dozens of requests for interviews. Jeff, who hadn't contacted in a while, suddenly called to inform that some people had come to inquire about him at the restaurant. Eric realized that he caught the attention of the paparazzi.
 
Meanwhile, after the publication of The Los Angeles Times article, the 20th Century Fox and Columbia Pictures seemed to form a tacit understanding, as the promotions of 17 Again and Home Alone started in full swing.
 
Carter Hunt, the head of the Distribution Department on Fox's side had some regrets about refusing to watch Eric's Home Alone. However, as a professional, he quickly got over his mood and after discussing with his peers at Columbia, launched a simultaneous publicity campaign. With these two giants joining forces, the results could well be imagined.
 
...
 
"Annie, how's the situation, can I go home?" Eric quickly asked his girlfriend coming through the door. He had been hiding at Annie's and hadn't gone home in a week.

Aniston shook her head, she put the groceries bags on the coffee table and said: "I drove past your home, there were at least seven or eight paparazzi keeping watch on your neighborhood. Fortunately, they didn't realize I was driving your car, otherwise, they would have certainly come after me, which would have been terrible."
 
Eric sighed. Thanks to the two giants united publicity campaign, Eric had become one of the most popular figures in North America. Even across the Atlantic, British newspapers had started to pick the subject up. Eric knew how things worked in this industry and immediately hid at Annie's place since receiving Jeff's phone call last week. The two studios promoting the movies were enough, the rest would just rely on the quality of the films itself. So, he didn't bother going out and getting interviewed by the paparazzi, not to mention, he wasn't certain they would write things as he stated them.
 
Although Eric promptly went into hiding and the paps hadn't been able to interview him, they had still dug around and his whole life from his immigration from England, his school's grades, to even his time passed at Jeff's Italian restaurant was laid bare for the public to feast on. Aniston was relishing in it all, teasing him from time to time.
 
Then, a tabloid published about his alleged love triangle between Drew Barrymore and an 'unknown actress'. They apparently got this from some members of the 17 Again crew, and the story was vividly written, even inferring that Drew's turning over a new leaf and joining a rehab center were all for Eric's sake. Once that article came out, a certain 'unknown actress' had made Eric sleep on the sofa for two days in a fit of jealousy.
 
...
 
Michael Klaus was so excited, he could barely sit still. The two giants' high-intensity propaganda for the two movies and Eric caused the sales of Jurassic Park, which had already exceeded 100,000 weekly sales, to skyrocket again. In the second week of November, Jurassic Park finally reached the top of the New York Times' North American bestseller list with sales of more than 250,000 copies. According to the current sales trend, breaking through 1 million copies this year wouldn't be a problem.
 
After calling him a few times to no avail, Michael Klaus learned of Eric's whereabouts from Penny Marshall and directly visited Aniston's place.
 
"Hey, Michael, how did you know I was here ?" Eric asked as he let Michael in the house.
 
"I was actually thinking of calling the police since I couldn't find you anywhere. But it turns out you were hiding here…" Michael Klaus was about to say something when he saw Aniston coming out of the bedroom and shut his mouth.
 
"Michael, this is my girlfriend, Jennifer Aniston. Annie, this is Michael Klaus, the publisher of my book."
 
Michael and Aniston greeted each other before Annie left for the bathroom.
 
"Hey, Eric, is this the actress that was mentioned? I still like Drew though, she was really cute in E.T." Once Aniston's figure disappeared, Michael started gossiping.
 
Eric gave Michael a cup of coffee and whispered: "Michael, keep talking about this if you want Annie to throw you out, even I don't dare mention Drew's name now."
 
Michael Klaus realized Eric wasn't kidding and very decisively changed the subject: "Eric, Jurassic Park is now selling so well, don't you think you should start writing a sequel ?"
 
Eric shook his head without hesitation, the Jurassic Park copyrights were already in his hands, although he had used it as collateral for the lawyers, he wasn't worried. He didn't have any time to waste on writing a sequel.
 
"The fiction is already a complete story, and I think there is nothing else to write about, Michael."
 
Michael Klaus wasn't discouraged and quickly followed: "Well, do you have any other work ?"
 
Eric shook his head again. Earlier, he had been incredibly busy, and once he had finally completed Home Alone and signed the gambling contract with Columbia, he gave himself a break. But because there were only a few days before the release of the movies, he had to follow the crew around during the promotion. Fortunately, the two companies had reached a compromise and decided on a uniform promotional tour schedule, so Eric didn't have to run around ragged.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the path to becoming a Hollywood legend.

Hey! What's the meaning of writing that down if it was just an allergy! Are you the doctor or am I Beatriz? You were making a fool of me Travis! Sorry, I don't have time to make a fool of people. Hmm! Wait, you were jealous Travis! 
What do you want for your wedding gift? He could of said anything else, anything to make me happy! But he just ruined it! With a frown on I said, whatever you get me I'll like. 
Well I should hurry home now to take the drip, I can't meet Marshall with my face like this. I started to cry and fainted. Where am I? I saw Travis when I woke up, that made me happy. I looked up at him and didn't say a thing. 
What's the matter Beatriz, uncomfortable? Are the drops to fast? Don't feel well? Man he was so hot just standing there I just wanted to kiss him. *sob*. Tell me Beatriz. Nothing, I'm just a little worried that Marshall will see my disfigured face. He stopped the drip and took a deep breath. You need to eat something Beatriz. 
This man, in such a manner. Is just like a poppy flower. Though you know that it is forbidden to touch and love him, you are still willing to be caged by his charm. You want him but he's out of reach. Trying to let go but I'm still unable to. When I was little, I always climbed on a tree to watch Travis play the piano, it was so beautiful. But one day I climbed the tree and.....

At 2:40 am, four students from the medical faculty of Yun Hua University were gathered in front of the Inpatient Department.
The only thing bright about the building of the inpatient department was the LED sign that said [INPATIENT DEPARTMENT]. The interior of the ward was dark, like a man-eating beast that stood amid the bright and bustling city center of Yun Hua City.
Half a mile to the east stood Yun Hua City's clubbing street. Men or women alike who were seeking some fun could be sent over to Yun Hua Hospital after the driver ran two red lights. Even if they were to die on the spot from drinking so much, their bodies would still be warm by the time they were sent to the hospital.
However, for the medical students of Yun Hua University who had not graduated yet, the inpatient building seemed a little eerie at 2:40 am.
The medical students' legs started going limp after they got out of the cab, and the longer they waited, the more their legs felt like jelly.
"Are we being pranked?" A plump guy stammered. "It's just like those pranks friends in foreign universities pull. They would create a tremendously frightening scenario…"
"You want to be friends with Doctor Ling? Dream on." Qi Zao did not even feel like listening to what he was saying, and she cut him off in disdain.
Qi Zao was not actually chosen as one of the medical students from Yun Hua Hospital who got the opportunity to intern there. The hospital had selected three medical interns, and their names were even submitted to the Medical Affairs Department. Qi Zao utilized her identity as a campus reporter and got in touch with the Medical Affairs Department of Yun Hua Hospital through family connections. She then requested the Medical Affairs Department to assign her as one of the medical interns.
This tedious process was rather troublesome for Yu Yuan, who was responsible for the intake of medical interns. Qi Zao reckoned that Yu Yuan might even be a little unhappy about this. But Qi Zao did not care. Many of the associate chief physicians and chief physicians in the hospital would not be able to handle the tedious process. Since Yu Yuan was a chief resident, as long as she was not too much of an idiot, she would not make it a point to make things difficult for Qi Zao.
Of course, it would be difficult for her to benefit or receive favorable treatment. But all Qi Zao wanted to do was to carry out her job as a campus reporter and take more photographs of Senior Ling while she was at it. It would be best if she had the chance to interview him once or twice. Personally, she did not care about pursuing knowledge in the field of medicine.
Qi Zao then looked at the two other medical interns and asked a little curiously, "Are you guys scared?"
"Scared? Why would we be scared…? If Ling Ran dares to study in the anatomy dissection hall at three in the morning, then should we be bothered by the dissection hall as well? If he went there because he can't stand the heat, then it's the same thing for us. We can't stand the heat too." The guy standing behind her seemed a little weak, but he sounded confident. 
For most medical students, it was quite horrifying to be at the anatomy dissection hall at three in the morning. However, for those who had no fear in their hearts, during summer, the anatomy dissection hall was really cool in the morning. The air-conditioning would be on at full blast, and the ventilation would be even better than most hotels and malls.
Qi Zao was not paying attention to whether the guy was brave or afraid of the heat though. She merely said in disdain, "Can you not use Senior Ling's real name? You can either call him Doctor Ling or Senior Ling."
"Aren't names meant to be used?" Even though the guy seemed a little weak, he had quite a strong personality.
Qi Zao stared solemnly at the other party. "When Senior Ling's parents gave him his name, you weren't even an embryo yet. What right do you have to call his name? Just because you're ugly?"
"I…" As a male university student, the guy was not that shameless yet. He immediately lost it when a girl mocked him like that.
This was when another female intern cleared her throat a few times and said, "Since we're here for an internship, we should find a way to enter the place first. Do any of you have a phone number that we can call?"
Qi Zao whipped out her phone. To appease her, the cadre from the Medical Affairs Department had given her the clinical lecturer's phone number.
Seven or eight minutes later, the pitter-patter of feet rang out from a distance.
The sound was a little intense, and it made the medical interns even more uneasy amid this dark and vast night.
"Say, no matter how I think about it, it isn't normal to come to the hospital at three in the morning." The plump guy's expression turned grim again.
Qi Zao furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Didn't Doctor Ling mention during class that they always carry out surgeries as early as possible?"
"It's still too early."
"You have stayed up till three in the morning before, haven't you? Why didn't you find it early when you did that?" Qi Zao was extremely good with words, and she always won every single argument.
The plump guy was unable to refute. As he listened to the approaching footsteps and gazed at the dark Inpatient Department, he felt a chill run down his spine.
*Click*
With a click, all the lights on the ground floor of the Inpatient Department were switched on.
"Come in." A voice rang out from ahead of them, but no one could be seen.
The four medical interns, though, immediately relaxed. They called out in unison, "Doctor Yu."
"Hm." Yu Yuan hummed in acknowledgment. She walked out, dragging a long shadow behind her. She then continued, "It will be time to make ward rounds soon, so you guys have to hurry up. Also, what are your names?"
"Qi Zao."
"Zheng Yuandong," the plump guy answered in a soft voice.
"Wang Rui." The thin and weak-looking guy raised his chin.
"Li Bian," the other female student said obediently.
Yu Yuan nodded. "All of you are students from Yun Hua University, the same university Doctor Ling went to. Do put on a good performance in the hospital."
The four interns nodded obediently.
"After we make ward rounds, we'll be heading to the operating theater. All of you, get ready and ask any questions you have beforehand," Yu Yuan said and led the four interns into the elevator.
Qi Zao and the other medical interns were a little dumbfounded.
Zheng Yuandong the plump guy asked, "Since we're going to the operating theater, does it mean that we're carrying out a surgery?"
"Of course."
"Ah… are we really carrying out a surgery?" Other than Zheng Yuandong, the other medical interns exclaimed too.
Yu Yuan arched an eyebrow proudly. "We carry out many surgeries every day. In the future, you guys will have plenty of opportunities to carry out surgeries."
"I heard that medical interns have to do a lot of stuff like writing medical records… Don't we have to do that?" Zheng Yuandong had a pair of lively eyes. He squinted when he talked, and it made him look very intelligent.
Yu Yuan chuckled. "You guys will be writing medical records in the afternoon. That's when the human body is the least energetic, so it's just the right time to carry out this kind of task."
The four medical interns did not fully understand what Yu Yuan was talking about. It was as if Yu Yuan was a shepherd, and they were a lost herd of sheep, following her. They said nothing and merely looked at their surroundings.
Yu Yuan said whatever came to mind, but she basically told them everything that they had to pay attention to.
The precautions that a person must take in the hospital were actually just like those in other workplaces. All they had to do was spend more time observing and listening while asking very few questions. Aside from that, they must not touch anything without permission. The four medical interns were following Yu Yuan in a dumbfounded manner, and because of this, they probably would not get into trouble.
After the morning ended, the four medical interns were starting to become accustomed to the environment in the operating theater.
Qi Zao had been holding her camera, and she took many photographs that she was satisfied with.
Doctors in the operating theater were actually very willing to get photographs. This was especially true for some of the younger doctors. They often had the habit of taking their own photographs as reference.
This was even more so for the doctors who intended to write research papers. They could never have enough raw materials in the form of pictures. 
Qi Zao was good with words, and she was an amazing photographer too. Hence, it was easy for her to obtain permission from doctors to photograph them.
Of course, most of the photographs Qi Zao took featured Doctor Ling.
The three other medical interns stood in the corner of the operating theater from the beginning to the end. They watched as Ling Ran operated on patients, and slowly, their eyes became accustomed to all the beauty in front of them. 
As time passed, Zheng Yuandong started to grow hungry, and this was when a doctor rushed into the operating theater.
"Doctor Ling, there was a sudden mudflow, and heavily wounded patients are being sent here right now. The presence of all the doctors in the Emergency Medical Center is required." The doctor was speaking quite loudly, and every single person in the operating theater could hear him.
Everyone looked at Ling Ran, especially the four medical interns.　　


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

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