Shes just a girl that’s only known one thing and it’s kept her alive this far but she isn’t living in the same world we do, in fact she hasn’t for a very long time

When the Petrachelys issued its command, the drone clusters in different parts of the universe responded. They began to form a large, ultra-high-speed data link rapidly. There were tens of thousands of drones, some of which were drawing star charts tens of billions of light years away, some building bases on desolate dark planets, others setting up posts and factories in space. Now, except keeping their fundamental functions going, they all stopped what they were doing and reorganize themselves to lay a massive communication network in the vast space.
Drones had limited bandwidth, so they all switched to the 'weaving nest' mode that was capable of ultra-high-speed data transfer. This mode would shorten the distance between drones but improved the efficiency of data transfer. The drones became a relay network between Planet Zorm and CARS when they deployed their silvery white antennas in the cold, lifeless universe linking one to the other and waiting for the transfer of 1.6 billion souls.
The drones had just arrived above Planet Zorm, but they already began to form a large antenna array swiftly but orderly. The large drones shinning in silver and white, shaped like a spaceship, were hovering over the imagery line between the star and Planet Zorm. They had assembled the large antennas they brought out from the drone base into a giant radio dish of a one-kilometer radius. Drones were flying around to secure the antennas and power system in place before fixing themselves in the antenna slots. The minds of the drone clusters were directing all these complex and precise tasks; they were more flexible and efficient than any human spaceships were.
As the antenna array took shape, it refracted the dazzling light of the stars from its panels.
On the flight deck, Hao Ren was nervously monitoring the progress. But at the same time, he was worried about the situation on Zorm. The planet had just gone through another devastation as its sun had again ripped apart the planet's crust; the refuge and the First Born were almost visible from the outside. The MDT might be the calmest of the lot. It dutifully reported the progress. "The drone link is eighty percent complete and will be ready in an hour. The spacecraft's relay system is also in standby and read for action."
The Petrachelys was hovering over the grey line of Planet Zorm, watching every moment of the sun burning the planet. Drones had gathered around the spacecraft, busily fixing themselves to the belly of the spaceship and connecting instrument around the antenna of the spacecraft. The device looked like some pipes and robotic arms. Part of the armored belly of the Petrachelys was laid bare and exposing its complex internal. An ad hoc modification to the spacecraft was needed to retrofit a set of relays.
The MDT did have an opinion regarding this. It warned, "I must emphasize that this is not in compliance with the safety practices."
As the communication link took shape gradually, Zorm again ushered in its third round of sunrise. The world had twelve hours left.
People were pacing the flight deck anxiously. Even the tech idiot Nangong Sanba was on tenterhooks. Rollie who was clues of what happened initially began to sense the uneasy atmosphere as she quietly curled herself up under a chair. Hao Ren rested his hands on the console, waiting for the drones to complete the network.
At last, an ever-changing face appeared on the screen; it was the virtual interface of the drone clusters. The face reported in a cold, mechanical voice. "The drone's data link is complete. Ready for transmission."
"Ten more minutes," the MDT said while showing the situation on the dark side of Zorm on the hologram. "Wait for the sun to set. The data link interface will have six hours of stable connection."
The MDT rendered two shades of colors on Planet Zorm on the hologram. The sunny side was red while the dark side was blue. A round spot the size of a quarter of the radius of the planet was on the equator and was now entering the grey line into the dark; this was the 'data release port' that the First Born had mentioned. The people of Zorm had built it before they entered the virtual world; a soul transmission port they planned to use for their return to reality eventually. Hao Ren planned to connect the Petrachelys to the transmission port and extract the data of the souls. During the process, the data release port would inevitably be exposed to the high temperature on the surface. The Petrachelys could withstand the heat but not the organs of the First Born. If the data transfer happened during the day, the transmission would not be stable.
The MDT had done the math; it accurately calculated the speed of Planet Zorm's rotation and the construction of the drone link. The data link was ready ten minutes before the 'data release port' crossed the grey line into the night.
The raging sea of fire receded behind the grey line under their watchful eyes. As the sun set, this side of the planet, darkness set in at the exact spot at the precise moment.
Hao Ren quickly said into the comm. "Open the data release port!"
A word showed up on the monitor. "Understood," said the First Born.
Then Zorm began to 'bloom.'
Just like a flower bud blooms, a spot on the equator suddenly rose up, and then the crust and semi-molten rock began to peel outward. Around the 'blooming' petals were living tissues pushing the crust out; the tentacles of the First Born was the force that caused the 'bloom' of the planet.
The scene looked magnificent in space. It was hard to imagine how the First Born had done this spectacular feat to the planet.
"This is a mature First Born..." Lily stared wide eyed in amazement, her voice a little quivering. "The ones in Holletta seem like kids in comparison."
"There is no time to marvel," Hao Ren said as he quickly issued another instruction. "The planet will weaken further when the crack is fully open. It may collapse sooner than we thought. MDT, let all systems go online. It's now up to you guys, drones!"
The Petrachelys carrying a bunch of ad hoc instruments with it swooped down towards the 'data release port' in the crack. All the antennas of the drone clusters were deployed at the same time. By now, the massive 'data release port' on Zorm began to reveal itself.
Describing in words was difficult. Living tissues, cables, and liquid and gas pipes entangled together like a human heart, just on a larger scale. It looked like the planet was pushing out its own heart, as an ocean of red fluid was surging around the port. No test tube was needed because Hao Ren had recognized it instantly; it was the lifeblood.
The people of Zorm might have planned to use the lifeblood for rebuilding the ecosystem and their flesh. But, it never materialized.
The lifeblood rushed toward the living tissue around the 'data release port' and began to boil as soon as it was exposed. The Petrachelys was already low above the 'heart of the planet' as drones brought plugs and cables.
Hao Ren's eyes fixed at the monitor. He had almost forgotten to breathe during the few seconds of the critical moment until a message popped up on the screen. "Connection established."
The MDT was heard on the comm, "Transfer begins."
Hao Ren nodded and turned to ask through the comm. "How do you feel over there?"
The First Born responded with a line of text ' excellent' on the comm.
Nangong Wuyue saw the text and was surprised. "Is this the First Born talking?" she asked.
"I was as surprised as you at first," Hao Ren said. He knew what was in Nangong Wuyue's mind. He smiled and continued. "This is how a rational First Born like; it's a very gentle guy."
Hearing what Hao Ren said, Vivian said thoughtfully, "That's the reason why a gentle creature could become so violent when it leans the murder of its Mother. How do you plan to explain the fall of the Goddess to it, Mr. Landlord? It seems that it is still in the dark."
Hao Ren shook his head with a forced smile. "We will cross that bridge when we come to it."
"Sooner or later it is about to find out. We should tell it," Lily looked at Hao Ren with a serious face. "Probably we do it as euphemistically as possible."
Hao Ren nodded silently and turned to look at the scene outside.
It was the final day of Zorm.


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

He shook his head helplessly, yet the curve on his lips looked exceptionally perfect. His fingers combed through her beautiful and jet-black long hair that seemed like a waterfall as a faint fragrance filled the air. He closed his eyes, clearly enjoying it as he gently took a sniff of it.
After a while, he lowered his voice and said by her ear, "Thank you for thinking so highly of your man, Missus Mu!" He paused before continuing, "Did I hear you two talking about Han Yifeng earlier? Are you thinking of him again?"
When he said this, his tone sounded quite calm and his mood did not seem to shift, yet for some reason, Xi Xiaye could seem to detect a hint of jealousy. At the same time, his slender hands had begun to gently press her chest.
She quickly caught his wrist as she shot him a glance, wrinkling her nose and dragging her voice to say, "I seem to smell something sour! [1]"
"I'm not being jealous right now, Missus Mu!" he immediately defended himself.
Xi Xiaye immediately laughed. "I didn't say you were being jealous, but you said so yourself!"
"Why don't you quickly explain yourself then, so I won't misunderstand? You know I'll get angry!" He looked at her, and his handsome face seemed to be able to maintain calmness, yet those dark eyes of his clearly could not hide his smirk.
She laughed out gently and put an arm around his shoulders. "Do people do that? Usually, they will just be angry if they wanted to be! Fine, I won't tease you anymore. Su Nan just mentioned that she saw Han Yifeng two days ago with his son. Apparently, they look like they're doing quite well. Then, I told her that that's a good thing."
When she said this, she suddenly paused, thought about it, then continued, "Everyone should stop holding on to all those things in the past. Now, we're doing peacefully well which is the best. Don't you think so?"
Upon hearing her, he was momentarily stunned. At this moment, he remembered his deal with Xi Xinyi!
Recently, Qi Kai had been unstable and the advertising of South River Project No. 2 was still ongoing. In fact, Xi Xinyi had fully taken charge of it, so this would a great chance to get into Qi Kai's internal network.
In fact with Xi Xinyi's capabilities and Yue Hai, as well as Yue Hai's family, they were not lacking capabilities. If this chess piece was used well, this would be a killer move! However, he should probably work hard on the chance that he had promised her before. Initially, this could only be done through Qi Lei, but now getting rid of Qi Lei's crisis was the top priority!
These thoughts flashed in Mu Yuchen's mind, and his dark eyes shifted from dark to light in that instant too.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. Answer me, won't you?!" Xi Xiaye finished for quite a while, and when he did not react, she nudged him, quickly returning him to his senses.
"Mmm, it's good that you have an open mind. You'll only suffer holding on to these things." In regard to this, he could empathize strongly with her.
"Alright, I'll stop now. It's late. Quickly go to sleep. I'm already a little tired," she said as she could not help but rub her eyes and leaned softly against him.
He looked down at her with a chuckle and said, "You're like a koala. Go to sleep!"
As he shut his laptop, he picked her up by the waist and then walked towards the bedroom.
...
Qi Kai's situation was still quite bad. Even if the internal upper management had come up with many ways to stabilize the share market, there was no significant effect, especially because it had been quite a few days since the incident, and the one involved had still not shown up to clarify. All sorts of daring speculations kept on spreading around. In fact, the case of Qi Qiming being hospitalized was real!
At this moment, inside a ward in Hospital T.
"Bastard! What a bunch of fools who are taking advantage of the situation!" Qi Qiming could not control the fury spiraling in his chest. He tossed the document to the ground and started to curse, "What are they trying to do? Pushing me to the edge?"
"Uncle Qi, at the ad-hoc shareholder's meeting, everyone was asking us to handle Qi Lei. In fact, they want to hold a press conference for Qi Lei to personally explain to everyone, Qi Lei has been gone for the past two days, we couldn't get through his phone, I've let Assistant Song look for him at Grand Lakes Villa, but it seemed like he wasn't home either. Our shares continue to drop, if we don't think of a way to handle this soon, I'm worried that..." said Gu Lingsha who was standing not too far away from Qi Qiming's bedside worriedly without telling anyone about how she had gone to look for Qi Lei last night.
"Don't they usually boast about how they're so capable? How can they not have any ideas at all right now? They're all talk and no action! Bunch of morons! Have we found out who plotted all of this?" Qi Qiming's expression was as dark as the sky before a storm. His gaze was exceptionally sharp and cold too.
Gu Lingsha shook her head, feeling troubled. "I don't know. VP Yue has been investigating, but I've gone over these past few days and we don't seem to be getting any results."
"He's been investigating? Since when has Yue Hai's efficiency dropped?! They're all a bunch of idiots who can't do anything! Where's Qi Lei? Do you mean that with so many people, we still can't find one person?" Qi Qiming's dark eyes begun to show a hint of frustration while his tone was unusually severe.
"Uncle Qi, don't be anxious. You can't be angry. Now is not the time to look into whose fault it is. We should find a way to stabilize the situation first. Qi Kai's in a bad state. Just these past two days alone have incurred a huge loss to us. The most worrying thing is that we might face the same situation as Glory World the last time," pleaded Gu Lingsha as her expression darkened too.
Upon hearing that, Qi Qiming tried hard to control the anger. Calming down, he thought about it, then turned to Gu Lingsha. "Do you mean South River Project No. 2? Or are you saying that this was Mu Yuchen's work?"
"Uncle Qi, I don't know. This was the night Qi Lei left the Qi residence. Ah Feng had people go after him, and they caught these photos," Gu Lingsha said as she took several photos out from her bag and handed it to Qi Qiming. She continued, "I secretly took these when Ah Feng wasn't looking. He didn't tell you these things because he was worried you wouldn't be able to bear it. Lei seems to be becoming more and more distant from us!"
Gu Lingsha's words stunned Qi Qiming who stared at her for a while. Then, he quietly reached out to take the photos.


"Missus, time to fulfil your duties!” Mu Yuchen demanded as he pulled Xi Xiaye closer with his arms intimately wrapped around her waist.
—
It was a meticulously planned feast for the powerful. Her fiancé had knelt down on one knee and proposed to her sister instead. Robbed of her right to her inheritance, she was prepared for the Xi family to throw her to the wolves.
As she slipped away from her family that had turned their backs on her, she found him — Mu Yuchen, the low-profile and reserved noble that ruled City Z and led Glory World Corporation.
“Mu Yuchen, let’s get married!” He looked up at her, then suddenly stood up. 
“Where are you going?”
"Let’s go. Any later and the civil affairs bureau will be closed.”

1 Iacobus, Dei et Domini Iesu Christi servus, duodecim tribu bus, quae sunt in dispersione, salutem.
2 Omne gaudium existimate, fratres mei, cum in tentationibus variis incideritis, 
3 scientes quod probatio fidei vestrae patientiam operatur; 
4 patientia autem opus perfectum habeat, ut sitis perfecti et integri, in nullo deficientes.
5 Si quis autem vestrum indiget sapientia, postulet a Deo, qui dat omnibus affluenter et non improperat, et dabitur ei. 
6 Postulet autem in fide nihil haesitans; qui enim haesitat, similis est fluctui maris, qui a vento movetur et circumfertur. 
7 Non ergo aestimet homo ille quod accipiat aliquid a Domino, 
8 vir duplex animo, inconstans in omnibus viis suis.
9 Glorietur autem frater humilis in exaltatione sua, 
10 dives autem in humilitate sua, quoniam sicut flos feni transibit. 
11 Exortus est enim sol cum ardore et arefecit fenum, et flos eius decidit, et decor vultus eius deperiit; ita et dives in itineribus suis marcescet. 
12 Beatus vir, qui suffert tentationem, quia, cum probatus fuerit, accipiet coronam vitae, quam repromisit Deus diligentibus se.
13 Nemo, cum tentatur, dicat: " A Deo tentor "; Deus enim non tentatur malis, ipse autem neminem tentat. 
14 Unusquisque vero tentatur a concupiscentia sua abstractus et illectus; 
15 dein concupiscentia, cum conceperit, parit peccatum; peccatum vero, cum consummatum fuerit, generat mortem.
16 Nolite errare, fratres mei dilectissimi. 
17 Omne datum optimum et omne donum perfectum de sursum est, descendens a Patre luminum, apud quem non est transmutatio nec vicissitudinis obumbratio. 
18 Voluntarie genuit nos verbo veritatis, ut simus primitiae quaedam creaturae eius. 
19 Scitis, fratres mei dilecti. Sit autem omnis homo velox ad audiendum, tardus autem ad loquendum et tardus ad iram; 
20 ira enim viri iustitiam Dei non operatur. 
21 Propter quod abicientes omnem immunditiam et abundantiam malitiae, in mansuetudine suscipite insitum verbum, quod potest salvare animas vestras. 
22 Estote autem factores verbi et non auditores tantum fallentes vosmetipsos. 
23 Quia si quis auditor est verbi et non factor, hic comparabitur viro consideranti vultum nativitatis suae in speculo; 
24 consideravit enim se et abiit, et statim oblitus est qualis fuerit. 
25 Qui autem perspexerit in lege perfecta libertatis et permanserit, non auditor obliviosus factus sed factor operis, hic beatus in facto suo erit.
26 Si quis putat se religiosum esse, non freno circumducens linguam suam sed seducens cor suum, huius vana est religio. 
27 Religio munda et immaculata apud Deum et Patrem haec est: visitare pupillos et viduas in tribulatione eorum, immaculatum se custodire ab hoc saeculo.

2 
1 Fratres mei, nolite in persona rum acceptione habere fidem Domini nostri Iesu Christi gloriae. 
2 Etenim, si introierit in synagogam vestram vir aureum anulum habens in veste candida, introierit autem et pauper in sordido habitu, 
3 et intendatis in eum, qui indutus est veste praeclara, et dixeritis: " Tu sede hic bene ", pauperi autem dicatis: " Tu sta illic aut sede sub scabello meo "; 
4 nonne iudicatis apud vosmetipsos et facti estis iudices cogitationum iniquarum?
5 Audite, fratres mei dilectissimi. Nonne Deus elegit, qui pauperes sunt mundo, divites in fide et heredes regni, quod repromisit diligentibus se? 
6 Vos autem exhonorastis pauperem. Nonne divites opprimunt vos et ipsi trahunt vos ad iudicia? 
7 Nonne ipsi blasphemant bonum nomen, quod invocatum est super vos? 
8 Si tamen legem perficitis regalem secundum Scripturam: " Diliges proximum tuum sicut teipsum ", bene facitis; 
9 si autem personas accipitis, peccatum operamini, redarguti a lege quasi transgressores. 
10 Quicumque autem totam legem servaverit, offendat autem in uno, factus est omnium reus. 
11 Qui enim dixit: " Non moechaberis ", dixit et: " Non occides "; quod si non moecharis, occidis autem, factus es transgressor legis. 
12 Sic loquimini et sic facite sicut per legem libertatis iudicandi. 
13 Iudicium enim sine misericordia illi, qui non fecit misericordiam; superexsultat misericordia iudicio.
14 Quid proderit, fratres mei, si fidem quis dicat se habere, opera autem non habeat? Numquid poterit fides salvare eum? 
15 Si frater aut soror nudi sunt et indigent victu cotidiano, 
16 dicat autem aliquis de vobis illis: " Ite in pace, calefacimini et saturamini ", non dederitis autem eis, quae necessaria sunt corporis, quid proderit? 
17 Sic et fides, si non habeat opera, mortua est in semetipsa. 
18 Sed dicet quis: " Tu fidem habes, et ego opera habeo ". Ostende mihi fidem tuam sine operibus, et ego tibi ostendam ex operibus meis fidem. 
19 Tu credis quoniam unus est Deus? Bene facis; et daemones credunt et contremiscunt! 
20 Vis autem scire, o homo inanis, quoniam fides sine operibus otiosa est? 
21 Abraham, pater noster, nonne ex operibus iustificatus est offerens Isaac filium suum super altare? 
22 Vides quoniam fides cooperabatur operibus illius, et ex operibus fides consummata est; 
23 et suppleta est Scriptura dicens: " Credidit Abraham Deo, et reputatum est illi ad iustitiam ", et amicus Dei appellatus est. 
24 Videtis quoniam ex operibus iustificatur homo et non ex fide tantum. 
25 Similiter autem et Rahab, meretrix nonne ex operibus iustificata est suscipiens nuntios et alia via eiciens? 
26 Sicut enim corpus sine spiritu emortuum est, ita et fides sine operibus mortua est.

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1 Nolite plures magistri fieri, fra tres mei, scientes quoniam maius iudicium accipiemus. 
2 In multis enim offendimus omnes. Si quis in verbo non offendit, hic perfectus est vir, potens etiam freno circumducere totum corpus. 
3 Si autem equorum frenos in ora mittimus ad oboediendum nobis, et omne corpus illorum circumferimus. 
4 Ecce et naves, cum tam magnae sint et a ventis validis minentur, circumferuntur a minimo gubernaculo, ubi impetus dirigentis voluerit; 
5 ita et lingua modicum quidem membrum est et magna exsultat. Ecce quantus ignis quam magnam silvam incendit! 
6 Et lingua ignis est, universitas iniquitatis; lingua constituitur in membris nostris, quae maculat totum corpus et inflammat rotam nativitatis et inflammatur a gehenna. 
7 Omnis enim natura et bestiarum et volucrum et serpentium et etiam cetorum domatur et domita est a natura humana; 
8 linguam autem nullus hominum domare potest, inquietum malum, plena veneno mortifero. 
9 In ipsa benedicimus Dominum et Patrem et in ipsa maledicimus homines, qui ad similitudinem Dei facti sunt; 
10 ex ipso ore procedit benedictio et maledictio. Non oportet, fratres mei, haec ita fieri. 
11 Numquid fons de eodem foramine emanat dulcem et amaram aquam? 
12 Numquid potest, fratres mei, ficus olivas facere, aut vitis ficus? Neque salsa dulcem potest facere aquam.
13 Quis sapiens et disciplinatus inter vos? Ostendat ex bona conversatione operationem suam in mansuetudine sapientiae. 
14 Quod si zelum amarum habetis et contentiones in cordibus vestris, nolite gloriari et mendaces esse adversus veritatem. 
15 Non est ista sapientia desursum descendens, sed terrena, animalis, diabolica; 
16 ubi enim zelus et contentio, ibi inconstantia et omne opus pravum. 
17 Quae autem desursum est sapientia primum quidem pudica est, deinde pacifica, modesta, suadibilis, plena misericordia et fructibus bonis, non iudicans, sine simulatione; 
18 fructus autem iustitiae in pace seminatur facientibus pacem.

4 
1 Unde bella et unde lites in vobis? Nonne hinc, ex concupi scentiis vestris, quae militant in membris vestris? 
2 Concupiscitis et non habetis; occiditis et zelatis et non potestis adipisci; litigatis et belligeratis. Non habetis, propter quod non postulatis; 
3 petitis et non accipitis, eo quod male petitis, ut in concupiscentiis vestris insumatis. 
4 Adulteri, nescitis quia amicitia huius mundi inimica est Dei?
Quicumque ergo voluerit amicus esse saeculi huius, inimicus Dei constituitur. 
5 Aut putatis quia inaniter Scriptura dicat: " Ad invidiam concupiscit Spiritus, qui inhabitat in nobis? ". 
6 Maiorem autem dat gratiam; propter quod dicit:
" Deus superbis resistit,
humilibus autem dat gratiam ".
7 Subicimini igitur Deo; resistite autem Diabolo, et fugiet a vobis. 
8 Appropiate Deo, et appropinquabit vobis. Emundate manus, peccatores; et purificate corda, duplices animo. 
9 Miseri estote et lugete et plorate; risus vester in luctum convertatur, et gaudium in maerorem. 
10 Humiliamini in conspectu Domini, et exaltabit vos.
11 Nolite detrahere alterutrum, fratres; qui detrahit fratri, aut qui iudicat fratrem suum, detrahit legi et iudicat legem; si autem iudicas legem, non es factor legis sed iudex. 
12 Unus est legislator et iudex, qui potest salvare et perdere; tu autem quis es, qui iudicas proximum?
13 Age nunc, qui dicitis: " Hodie aut crastino ibimus in illam civitatem et faciemus quidem ibi annum et mercabimur et lucrum faciemus "; 
14 qui ignoratis, quae erit in crastinum vita vestra! Vapor enim estis ad modicum parens, deinceps exterminatur; 
15 pro eo ut dicatis: " Si Dominus voluerit, et vivemus et faciemus hoc aut illud ". 
16 Nunc autem gloriamini in superbiis vestris; omnis gloriatio talis maligna est. 
17 Scienti igitur bonum facere et non facienti, peccatum est illi!

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1 Age nunc, divites, plorate ulu lantes in miseriis, quae adve nient vobis. 
2 Divitiae vestrae putrefactae sunt, et vestimenta vestra a tineis comesta sunt, 
3 aurum et argentum vestrum aeruginavit, et aerugo eorum in testimonium vobis erit et manducabit carnes vestras sicut ignis: thesaurizastis in novissimis diebus. 
4 Ecce merces operariorum, qui messuerunt regiones vestras, quae fraudata est a vobis, clamat, et clamores eorum, qui messuerunt, in aures Domini Sabaoth introierunt. 
5 Epulati estis super terram et in luxuriis fuistis, enutristis corda vestra in die occisionis. 
6 Addixistis, occidistis iustum. Non resistit vobis.
7 Patientes igitur estote, fratres, usque ad adventum Domini. Ecce agricola exspectat pretiosum fructum terrae, patienter ferens, donec accipiat imbrem temporaneum et serotinum. 
8 Patientes estote, et vos, confirmate corda vestra, quoniam adventus Domini appropinquavit. 
9 Nolite ingemiscere, fratres, in alterutrum, ut non iudicemini; ecce iudex ante ianuam assistit. 
10 Exemplum accipite, fratres, laboris et patientiae prophetas, qui locuti sunt in nomine Domini. 
11 Ecce beatificamus eos, qui sustinuerunt; sufferentiam Iob audistis et finem Domini vidistis, quoniam misericors est Dominus et miserator.
12 Ante omnia autem, fratres mei, nolite iurare neque per caelum neque per terram, neque aliud quodcumque iuramentum; sit autem vestrum " Est " est, et " Non " non, uti non sub iudicio decidatis.
13 Tristatur aliquis vestrum? Oret. Aequo animo est? Psallat. 
14 Infirmatur quis in vobis? Advocet presbyteros ecclesiae, et orent super eum, unguentes eum oleo in nomine Domini. 
15 Et oratio fidei salvabit infirmum, et allevabit eum Dominus; et si peccata operatus fuerit, dimittentur ei. 
16 Confitemini ergo alterutrum peccata et orate pro invicem, ut sanemini. Multum enim valet deprecatio iusti operans. 
17 Elias homo erat similis nobis passibilis et oratione oravit, ut non plueret, et non pluit super terram annos tres et menses sex; 
18 et rursum oravit, et caelum dedit pluviam, et terra germinavit fructum suum. 
19 Fratres mei, si quis ex vobis erraverit a veritate, et converterit quis eum, 
20 scire debet quoniam, qui converti fecerit peccatorem ab errore viae eius, salvabit animam suam a morte et operiet multitudinem peccatorum.

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Of course, after the possibility of magic was ruled out, only someone with an innate ability could have accomplished such a difficult heist. There were in fact two types of innate ability: the first type developed out of the spirit root. Apart from the five elements, there was actually a small chance that a spirit root might awaken another unusual attribute, which often came with special abilities.
Like a magnetic force, for example, which could attract metals, or the ability to manipulate the fat on one's own body or on other people. There might also be people born with the innate ability to turn invisible – these were all innate abilities that grew out of special spirit roots.
It was a small chance, but in a broad survey of the world's population, the number of people whose spirit roots had special abilities in fact wasn't small.
The truth was that Dark Saint was a cultivator with a special ability — his spirit root could give him a camouflage effect, which allowed him to remain completely invisible in the shadows. Thus, Dark Saint could operate in secluded and confined dark spaces, as if no one was there.
"I recall a person who had a similar ability as Dark Saint – it can even be said that he was harder to deal with," President Qi said again; he clearly wasn't going to fool around at this critical time.
"Old Qi, you mean…" Battle Saint Marshal Jiang thought of someone.
"Nightmare," said President Qi. "The Dark Network's number one, whom you personally took down three hundred year ago."
"He can't be alive!" Marshal Jiang instantly stood up, his expression solemn. "I was the one who killed him three hundred years ago! With one shot from my fingers, I ended his life the instant he revealed his true body. It's impossible for him to still be alive!"
"Sit down, Old Jiang."
President Qi said calmly, "Previously, we also received news of Bai Zhe's death, but he has now reappeared; even his son Bai Youquan, who died young, miraculously appeared, and has been apprehended. So, in this world, nothing is impossible. There are numerous forbidden and secret techniques for resurrecting someone. The chances of success are very low, but the possibility still exists."
"Crap!"
At that moment, Marshal Jiang's expression flickered. "Based on what you're thinking, Old Qi, could it be that their reason for stealing Xie Sanxiao's skull…"
"If that really is the case, we will have to plan for the worst."
President Qi sighed.
Dark Ancestor Xie Sanxiao had been near invincible.
It was also precisely because of this that he thought himself infallible and able to absorb the Earth's underground spirit veins.
However, the truth was that he had overestimated his ability, and became the strongest man to die because of his pride… No one had killed him, and no one could.
That was then.
And this was now… 
If the other party really had stolen Xie Sanxiao's skull to resurrect him… 
Then, the cultivation world would soon be flooded with blood.
When it came to Xie Sanxiao's cause of death, it was acknowledged worldwide that he had died at the hands of the hero Zuo Butong.
If this extremely proud Xie Sanxiao learned of this situation after his resurrection, he would very likely start slaughtering people immediately, given his personality.
"We will soon be facing a fierce battle." Sitting around the meeting table, every single one of the Ten Generals narrowed their eyes in thought, a mix of complicated feelings in their hearts.
Most important of all was that they still didn't know what was the goal of the person behind the scenes.
... 
It was still a fine, sunny day that morning, and the world was at peace.
Teacher Pan used the class group chat to hold an ad hoc class meeting.
She was going to talk specifically about the changes to the body technique exchange meet.
Teacher Pan is Actually A Beauty: "Students, we've just received a notice from the city office of the Administration of 100 Schools that the body technique exchange meet this time has been upgraded from a district competition to a national one. I hope everyone can work hard during this period! Students participating in the competition, do your best! But those not taking part also need to cheer them on! @everyone"
Sports Committee Member – Super Chan: "Why is it a national competition now??? Isn't this too big a leap???" 
Ideology and Politics – Hero Guo: "Holy crap… National competition! How many schools will be participating? Will our school be able to place in the ranking…"
"Since there are a lot of cultivation schools holding similar exchange activities at the same time, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools decided to turn it into a large-scale activity."
Teacher Pan is Actually A Beauty: "You don't have to be so pessimistic; our school's overall combat strength is pretty good. Since the competition has been expanded, it'll be postponed to three days later than the original date, and will officially happen on November 14th, next Friday. Report on Thursday night to the designated venue: Nine Dragon Mountain. Students taking part in the competition will have to take an immortal boat over. The competition will last eight days."
Nine Dragon Mountain?
This place sounded a little familiar to a lot of people.
Ideology and Politics – Hero Guo: "I remember this Nine Dragon Mountain. Didn't a major figure die there?"
"It was Dark Ancestor Xie Sanxiao."
Teacher Pan is Actually A Beauty: "[Grin] Student Guo knows a lot! Back then, this legendary number one figure of the Dark Network, Xie Sanxiao, perished on Nine Dragon Mountain. He was personally shot down by our country's hero, Zuo Butong, and his team. Nine Dragon Mountain thus has unique meaning! The reason why the body technique exchange meet will be held there is to commemorate the heroes who fought for their values and beliefs. I hope everyone will learn from them."
Monitor – Lotus Sun: "Teacher Pan, apart from the change in scale, are there any other changes in the national competition?"
Teacher Pan is Actually A Beauty: "In the district competition, five people would have fought as the main force, and the other five were substitutes. Now that the competition has expanded, it has become a ten-person battle, and all ten members will fight as the main force!"
"…"
On the other side of the screen, Wang Ling was shocked when he saw this message.
All ten members as the main force… 
Even if he didn't make a move, with Liu Qingyi, Wang Zhen, and Gu Shunzhi that bunch around, the other schools stood no damn chance at all!
"I also know that time is tight, but every school is preparing for it. There will be one hundred and two cultivation schools from all over the nation headed for Nine Dragon Mountain. Each school will dispatch a ten-person team, and they will engage in a large-scale battle on Nine Dragon Mountain. The team which obtains the highest number of points will be the winner."
Teacher Pan said in the group, "I know that time is tight for all of you, so Headmaster Chen will arrange extra physical training classes next week as well as brief you on the spirit plants that grow on Nine Dragon Mountain. There is an abundance of spirit plants on Nine Dragon Mountain. Given that the large-scale battle will last eight days, you must have some knowledge on how to look for food in the wild. It won't be good if you eat a spirit plant or fruit that you shouldn't by mistake."
"It looks like we'll be very busy…" Hero Guo sighed.
In the next moment, Teacher Pan said in the group, "Students taking part in the competition don't need to do homework for now."
Everybody: "!!!"


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Qi Lei quedó aturdido por un momento. Miró las píldoras que Xi Xiaye le metió en la mano. Después de un largo rato, levantó su mano débilmente y se las tragó.
No había comido ni bebido agua en unos pocos días, por lo que ahora, Qi Lei parecía bastante deshidratado. Xi Xiaye lo examinó y luego se volvió para decirle a Li Si: —Li Si, ve a ver si hay agua con glucosa aquí. Trae un poco.
Li Si asintió con la cabeza. Se dio la vuelta para salir de la habitación muy rápido.
—Déjame ayudarte.
La habitación estaba tan llena del hedor a alcohol que Xi Xiaye no pudo soportar y comenzó a sentirse mareada.
Qi Lei no respondió, pero Xi Xiaye simplemente lo tomó como si él estuviera de acuerdo. Cuando estaba a punto de ayudarlo a levantarse, Qi Lei, quien había estado callado, dijo de repente: —No es necesario, puedo hacerlo yo mismo. Ayúdame a sacar un conjunto de ropa del armario.
Su voz seca sonaba áspera y débil, y parecía distraído.
Xi Xiaye hizo una pausa por un momento, luego asintió con la cabeza y caminó hacia el armario mientras Qi Lei se apoyaba en la cama con un poco de dificultad, pero aun así logró mantenerse firme.
Xi Xiaye llevó su ropa al baño silenciosamente, luego lo miró con sentimientos encontrados, aunque ella no dijo nada antes de salir de la habitación.
Media hora más tarde, Qi Lei finalmente se había puesto un conjunto de ropa limpia y lentamente bajó las escaleras. Además de su tez pálida, no se veía muy diferente de su ser habitual. Sin embargo, si lo mirabas de cerca, aún se podía sentir ese leve dolor y melancolía en él.
No dijo mucho, ya que acababa de terminar su comida mientras Xi Xiaye y el resto preparaban el auto.
Hoy iban a asistir al funeral. Temprano en la mañana, Li Si había arreglado que su gente ayudara, pero dijeron que no vieron a Qi Lei, por lo que Xi Xiaye estaba preocupada. Después de eso, decidió ir y echar un vistazo con Li Si. Inesperadamente, Qi Lei estaba realmente aquí.
Con respecto al fallecimiento de Wang Qin, Xi Xiaye no sabía qué más podía decir. Mu Yuchen todavía estaba en la estación de policía. Mientras no estuviera libre de sospechas, necesitaría continuar detenido allí. En cuanto a cómo afectó al mundo exterior...
Ella no sabía si Qi Lei le creía al Sr. Mu como ella, pero pensó que al menos debería haber sentido que incluso Wang Qin le creía, ¿no?
El funeral de Wang Qin se organizó de manera bastante simple. Según las órdenes de Qi Qiming, sólo informaron a varios amigos y familiares.
Escogieron el cementerio de West Hill, donde también fue enterrado Xi Jiyang.
Fue Qingming el día anterior, así que ante las lápidas había ramos de flores frescas. Sin embargo, el cementerio parecía bastante sepulcral todavía.
En el camino, Qi Lei no dijo una palabra. Aunque Qi Qiming intentó decirle algunas cosas, él no respondió en absoluto.
La lluvia caía bastante fuerte. A pesar de sostener los paraguas para protegerse, aún se podían escuchar los golpes de las gotas de lluvia. Los amigos y familiares que fueron a despedirla se habían ido, por lo que sólo Qi Qiming y Qi Lei quedaron frente a la lápida. Yang Sheng se paró detrás de Qi Lei y silenciosamente levantó el paraguas para él.
Qi Qiming se volvió para mirar al inexpresivo Qi Lei. Lo pensó durante mucho tiempo y dijo al final: —No te pongas demasiado triste ahora. Se ha ido. Tu madre siempre ha esperado que te hagas responsable de ti mismo. Dado que se fue, entonces deberías hacerte cargo de su posición. Regresa y soluciona tu estado de ánimo. Luego, vuelve a trabajar en unos días más. Ya he convocado una reunión ad hoc* de accionistas que todos acordaron, por lo que aún tienes un deber bastante importante que mantener.
Hace unos días, el padre y el hijo habían peleado en el hospital. Ahora, Qi Qiming todavía sentía un dolor vago sobre él, sin embargo, estudió a Qi Lei con emociones encontradas.
Qi Lei parecía bastante distante de Wang Qin antes de esto, pero, por supuesto, en el fondo se preocupaba mucho por su madre.
Cuando Qi Qiming terminó, una sonrisa burlona apareció de inmediato en la cara de Qi Lei cuando dijo con voz ronca: —¿No deseabas desde hace tiempo que ella muriera? Todo Qi Kai está en tus manos ahora. Es exactamente lo que querías, así que ¿Por qué tienes que fingir que te importa?
—Tú... —Qi Lei enfureció nuevamente a Qi Qiming. Sus ojos agudos brillaron con hostilidad cuando respondió con frialdad—. La muerte de tu madre no tiene nada que ver conmigo. ¡La persona a la que deberías estar buscando es Mu Yuchen, no yo! ¡Incluso si controlara todo Qi Kai, no llegaría hasta el punto de sacar a mi propia mujer!
—¿Tu mujer? ¿Mereces decir eso? ¡No creas que no sé qué la obligabas cada vez, animal! ¡Me siento sucio sólo de pensar en cómo tu sangre fluye a través de mí! Sabes que es tu mujer, pero ¿Qué le has dado en esta vida? ¡Una basura como tu debería estar muerta! Todos estos años, sabes mejor que nadie lo que has hecho sólo para derrotarla. No seas tan asqueroso y finjas mostrar afecto ahora. ¡No hay nadie más despreciable e hipócrita en éste mundo que tú, Qi Qiming!
La sombría y fría belleza de Qi Lei brilló con odio mientras miraba a Qi Qiming a su lado con desdén.
—¡Suficiente, Qi Lei! ¡No pienses que porque empatizo con cómo te sientes puedes ser irrespetuoso conmigo! ¡Por horrible que sea, sigo siendo tu padre, quien te dio la vida! ¿Crees que fui el único que causó todo esto? ¡Tú mismo sabes qué clase de persona era tu madre! Ella nunca se preocupó por mi dignidad ya que me provocaba una y otra vez. También sabes cuál era su propósito cuando se casó con la familia Qi. Todos estos años ¿Me ha tratado como a su marido?
Los ojos de Qi Qiming estaban rojos de furia y perdió el control mientras hablaba con los dientes apretados. —Ella deseaba que yo también estuviera muerto, ¿verdad? Si la persona que se enterrara hoy fuera yo, ¡me imagino que los dos estarían bebiendo champaña y celebrando!
Cuando dijo eso, la mirada de Qi Lei se volvió fría al instante. Sus manos, que se escondían debajo de sus mangas, se cerraron en puños. ¡Sin lugar a dudas, tuvo la urgencia de mover su puño en el siguiente instante!
—He dicho y he hecho lo que debería. Sé que ustedes dos me odian hasta los huesos. ¡Hum, ya no me importa! Ya sea que quieran aceptarlo, depende de ustedes. —Qi Qiming dejó estas palabras fríamente y puso el ramo que tenía en la mano sobre la lápida de Wang Qin antes de darse la vuelta para irse.
Ahora, sólo Qi Lei y Yang Sheng quedaron frente a la lápida.
Qi Lei se volvió para mirar a Qi Qiming, quien se había mezclado con la lluvia. Una mueca de desdén apareció en su rostro, haciendo que su sonrisa pareciera un poco triste.
—Baja primero. Quiero acompañarla solo.
—Maestro Qi... —Yang Sheng dijo preocupado.
Qi Lei extendió la mano para empujarlo y luego caminó más allá del refugio del paraguas. —Déjame estar solo por un momento. Espérame abajo.
Cuando Yang Sheng vio eso, sólo pudo asentir en silencio y luego retirarse.
…
[N/T: Ad hoc es una locución latina que significa literalmente «para esto». Generalmente se refiere a una solución específicamente elaborada para un problema o fin preciso y, por tanto, no generalizable ni utilizable para otros propósitos.]


—¡Señora, hora de cumplir con sus deberes! —exigió Mu Yuchen mientras se acercaba a Xi Xiaye con sus brazos íntimamente envueltos alrededor de su cintura.
— 
Era una fiesta meticulosamente planeada para los poderosos. Su prometido se había arrodillado y le había propuesto matrimonio a su hermana en su lugar. Robada de su derecho a la herencia, estaba preparada para que la familia Xi la arrojara a los lobos.
Mientras se alejaba de la familia que le había dado la espalda, lo encontró: Mu Yuchen, el noble reservado y de bajo perfil que gobernaba la Ciudad Z y lideraba la Glory World Corporation.
—¡Mu Yunchen, casémonos!
Él la miró y, repentinamente, se levantó.
—¿Adónde vas?
—Vamos. Un poco más tarde y la oficina de asuntos civiles estará cerrada.

Ezra turned to look at Steve in surprise. "What happened, Steve? You look mighty disturbed."
"Boss, we have a major issue with our network. It is like someone is trying to get into our system constantly. Our whole technical team is trying to know who it is, but we are unable to do it. They have broken the fire wall of the system and look....." he quickly opened a folder of his laptop and Ezra gasped in shock.
"Oh! They have leaked all the information online?? They have even written shitty things on the website." Ezra gaped at the screen in shock. "What will our customers say? We will get a bad name instantly and can also be blacklisted. They have even written on our behalf that we use animal products!!" She spoke in much anguish looking at Steve.
"Exactly madam. This has happened suddenly and before our IT department could do anything they hacked our systems. In fact they have even meddled with our balance sheets and other records, claiming that we have several loans and we are in fact bank corrupt." Steve spoke in much anguish, showing his boss their current balance sheets, which were actually false. All this looked like someone had been planning from a very long time it was planned to be blasted immediately after working hours.
Ezra gaped looking at it in shock and then turned to look at Steve. "Let me talk to the IT department. There has to be a solution to it, I am sure."
They both rushed back inside the office building, where the fuss about everybody's computer being hacked was already created. There was a panic all around as several computers and laptops were showing no data and the staff was talking to each other, in panic. Their laptops were showing the fake balance sheets and loan details of the company, shocking everybody to the core.
"Is our company actually bankcorrupt?"
"How are they paying us salaries then?"
Ezra halted looking at her employees. "Relax everybody. We have a meeting in the auditorium in two minutes. Everybody gathered there. Quick!" She spoke loudly and then quickly sprinted towards the IT department, feeling extremely anguished.
Leo had also now sprinted inside the building and was looking all around him. Everybody had their mobile phone and laptops in their hands, and was looking at it in confusion. He walked up to a lady and tried to look into her laptop. "Can I see what the problem is?"
"No! Stay away." The lady slammed back, looking at the man from head to toe in disgust.
He walked towards a man, who was frantically pressing keys of his laptop. "I think I can solve this. Can I take a look?"
"You think you can solve this? You cannot even wear proper clothes! Did you even know how to tie you shoe laces? Bugger off man!" the man slammed at Leo in anger already frustrated due to crashing system.
Leo looked around him and then spotted Ezra, who was rushing towards the elevator with Steve. She had just entered the elevator and Leo quickly ran after her. Before he could even reach, the elevator door closed. "Oh damn!"
He looked at the elevator screen ahead of him, seeing on which floor the girl had halted. "She is on 8th floor."
He nodded his head and then pressed the button of the elevator once again. He was now restlessly waiting for the door to open, while he had now placed the puppy once again in the pocket of the bag securely.
Meanwhile...
Ezra had reached the IT department, which was currently in a state of chaos. The gigantic screens were now showing nothing but random figures that looked like balance sheets. All the people in the department were looking at their respective devices in confusion.
"What the hell is happening?"
"We have tried everything."
"How is this even possible? How did they get through the codes?"
"Did you crack the password?" the head of the IT department spoke to a short man in spectacles.
"No sir. The password is just no crack able.'' The sort heighted man spoke in anguish.
Ezra looked around her and there were only confused faces and blurry screens. She let out a sigh and then walked up to the head of the IT department.
"Boss, this is really strange. We are not able to get through the codes. They have even changed the system password.'' A bald man, dressed in a black suit spoke looking at Ezra, in dejection.
"How long will we take to make a new system?" Ezra sighed touching the bridge of her nose with her hands.
"We need at least ten days boss. Till them these miscreants will give us a very bad name. Before building a system we need to stop them. We have to somehow crack the password and get the cods.'' The bald man spoke, showing his computer screen to Ezra.
"Ok please come with me to the auditorium. We have to explain this to the entire staff. There is a situation of panic thus I have called them all for a meeting." Era sighed as she realised even her phone network had crashed.
She walked out of the IT department, feeling extremely worried. But first she needed her staff to calm down. She was now walking rapidly towards the auditorium which was just next to the department. While, several suited men including Steve and other IT department heads followed her.
The girl walked inside a gigantic hall, which was huge enough to fit at least 5000 people in it. There was a huge ruckus in the hall, as everyone was talking to each other in panic and confusion. As soon as they spotted Ezra ad other staff members coming inside the auditorium they all fell silent, and were now looking at their boss with hopeful eyes.
"Do you think this is the end of the company?" A man whispered.
"Don't say like that. We all will be jobless. All our hard work gone!"
"I really hope the IT department has something good to share with us. I just made a 203 page long presentation, one which I was working from past two month. It is all gone." A lady in the crowd whispered
Everybody was now praying looking at Ezra, while the lights of the auditorium were reduced and a projector was turned on which was connected to the laptop of the head of IT Department.
"Good evening everyone." Ezra spoke trying to sound relaxed. "Our IT department here is capable enough to solve any sort of hacking attempts. We just need to be a little patient and there should not be any need to panic."


Rhehan expected her to fall for his wicked smile. The moment he tried to touch her uncovered thigh , he was thrusted with a tight slap on his right cheek.

The beautiful woman sitting in his front cursed him and stormed out of the cafe.
The nymphomaniac within him took a break again and he could not even sleep.

He had to take revenge for the slap.
How dare she hit him like that? Doesn't she know who he is? How can a girl possibly be not affected by his looks and wealth? 
.....
The next day he entered the same cafe and ordered everyone to move out. Nobody had the courage to refuse him. As soon as the girl was also about to leave, he held her waist and pushed her closer to his already lusty body.
It was just the two of them in the cafe.

" Not you my dear," he said holding her waist and feeling her curves on his hardness.
.....
What will prevail Love or Lust? For a nymphomaniac man like Rhehan is it possible to love anybody in his life?

Get ready to experience a rollar-coaster ride of Love, romance, mystery, magic and action.?


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Since many people are confused about me using the term Nymphomaniac for a male, I would like to clarify that there is a reason I have done that! 

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Under every strike, Qin Fen could feel the energy and blood churn in his chest from the impact. This was the first time he met such a tough opponent since he started on the martial dao. His opponent's combat power was comparable to the six-star level. If his opponent's power of energy was at the six-star level as well, then his inner organs would have been harmed by the impact of the attack and Qin Fen would have been forced to retreat.
A four-star warrior using a biochemical beast was practically a six-star meteor level machine of destruction! Qin Fen's Dragon Elephant Prajna Art's power was no longer unparalleled on the same level. When faced with Sajjad, Qin Fen had no choice but to admit that his opponent was far more bold and fierce. Every time Sajjad struck with his arm, Qin Fen felt a fiery pain.
He was waiting for the instant Sajjad's momentum weakened.
Though one becomes powerful when using a biochemical beast, there was never anything perfect in this world. In the case of a level two fusion, the enormous combat power stimulated by the biochemical beast couldn't be sustained for long. If the user couldn't end the battle quickly and overused the biochemical beast, they would become burdened instead.
Sajjad was finding Qin Fen to be a big headache. He already used six punches! It was already a miracle for a four-star warrior to take on two punches without losing under normal circumstances. However, this opponent clearly and surprisingly cultivated in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. This was a martial art that strengthened one's body and power to the maximum, but it wasn't necessarily superior to other martial arts. It should be a piece of cake for a meteor level expert to handle a cultivator in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.
Why won't his bones break? Has he really cultivated in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art? Why does it feel like the energy that protects his body is like that of the Golden Bell Shield? 
Roar!!!
Sajjad was really mad now. He had to eliminate his opponent in the fastest time possible and flee this place immediately! With how difficult it was to handle this one recruit, heaven knows just how monstrous the hidden net was outside.
Sajjad unleashed a seventh fist, increasing the power once more. Qin Fen blocked with his arm. His feet were unable to hold him firm, and he was pushed back a couple dozen meters in a single breath, leaving a lengthy series of footprints down his path. His right arm ached as if it was going to break.
Sajjad seized the advantage with this punch. He pounced upon Qin Fen, seeking to eliminate this opponent with the next punch.
Qin Fen continued to retreat back without stopping. His left arm reached toward his lower back at lightning speed. The pouncing Sajjad suddenly felt the cloud of death hover within his heart.
What's this!? 
Before Sajjad could stop his body, Sajjad saw Qin Fen's left hand whip out from behind his back with a new gun! The length of this gun was absolutely ridiculous among handguns. Even someone who didn't know anything about guns would be able to sense its explosive power and destructive capabilities based on its shape alone.
Qin Fen's lips curved in a faint smile. His retreat of thirty meters had given him enough time to pull out the gun and shoot.
Since I can't make you exhaust all of your strength, then I'll just kill you with a gun! 
The fierce battle within the hall rang with a gunshot of unprecedented power. The gun in Qin Fen's hand shook at the same time the shot rang out. It was as if it could fall apart at any moment.
Such an item could only be used in bad situations! Qin Fen felt a bit of helplessness toward the gun in his hand the moment he fired. He reckoned that he could only use the gun two more times before it would fall apart.
Splat!
Sajjad, who had sprung up in the air, did a rapid roll in the air. An odd shout had come out of his mouth as he landed on the ground, and blood could be seen around his shoulder.
The biochemical beast, materialized to a physical state, had been pierced through by the bullet along with Sajjad himself.
The power of the gun was super shocking!
Qin Fen secretly yelled how lucky he was to himself. If Sajjad's biochemical beast wasn't at level two fusion, but at level three fusion or level four fusion, this cheap and ad-hoc assembled of a gun might not have been able to injure Sajjad.
Qin Fen had used a cheap ad-hoc gun to injure a warrior who possessed a biochemical beast worth large sums of money. This made Qin Fen feel quite happy inside. It looked like biochemical beasts didn't make one unparalleled. At the very least, level two fusion biochemical beasts were still lacking!
"An excellent gun! And excellent marksmanship!"
Sajjad grimaced from the pain, but there was still excitement and praise within his eyes. Something rarely seen by the naked eye began to happen with the wound in his shoulder. It was slowly healing. The biochemical beast was using the ability that came with level one fusion.
"However, there are many flaws with your gun." Sajjad slowly said, "At the very least, you're unable to catch my brain that operates at the speed of the six-star meteor level."
Qin Fen was silent. What Sajjad said was true. If Qin Fen really could grasp all of his opponent's movements and actions, then the bullet just now wouldn't have hit the shoulder but the heart or the forehead.
"I cannot kill you, and you cannot kill me." Sajjad slowly retreated back toward the window that no longer had glass and said, "Then, next time, we will...."
"You want to leave?"
As Xue Tian's voice rang in the air, a black object appeared in the space above Sajjad's head. The speed of this object was far slower than that of a bullet. Sajjad, fearful of Qin Fen taking the advantage of firing his gun, didn't dare to spring back in retreat. He could only move his feet quickly.
Clatter...
The fist-sized black object suddenly turned into a giant black net. It enveloped the space with a ten-meter radius around Sajjad's body's location.
A criminal-catching net!
This was something the special forces police used to capture criminals alive.
Sajjad's lips curved with a hint of disdain. He raised his hands to grab, twist, and tear!
What? Sajjad was stunned. Normally the criminal-catching net would simply be destroyed with his hands like this. Why was it that this net was...?
You want to tear it apart? Xue Tian laughed. He knew that if his master were to find out that the net could be torn apart with that sort of strength, his master would simply tear himself apart.
In the instant where Sajjad was mentally shocked, the weapon of explosive power in Qin Fen's hands rang out once more. Sajjad's heart tensed up, and his biochemical beast's powerful capabilities enveloped a side of his body.
He didn't dare dispel the materialized turtle shield. He used the body to take on the gun's explosive power head-on. If he didn't have the materialized turtle shield to block, the bullet absolutely would not leave behind a mere tiny hole. Sajjad could tell from the high-speed rotating winds generated by the bullet that it was very likely that a hole the size of an infant's arm would be pierced straight through him.
Splat!
Blood sprayed through the air. Sajjad endured the pain and instantly caused power to course to his hands. His shoulders unfurled and...
Rip...
Xue Tian's web wasn't designed to handle six-star meteor level experts at all. It could capture five-star meteor level experts fine, but it was just a little bit insufficient when it came to the current Sajjad.
Qin Fen felt an enormous amount of hatred boil in his heart when he saw the criminal-catching net being ripped apart! His cheaply assembled ad-hoc gun had a different problem besides not being effective just now. It was impossible to shoot with it quickly in rapid-fire. Otherwise, Qin Fen would have shot three bullets, which would have been enough to take Sajjad's life.
However, the gun in Xue Tian's hand sounded out the instant Sajjad tore apart the criminal-catching net. Though he couldn't compare to Qin Fen in marksmanship, he was only lacking by a mere sliver. Then there was also the fact that Sajjad's mind was completely focused on dealing with the criminal-catching net. In this moment of distraction...
Xue Tian's gun was different from Qin Fen's gun. It wasn't as explosive, but its continuous rapid-fire was on a very high level.
Four consecutive shots were fired. The first shot was blocked by the materialized turtle shield, but the other three shots bore into Sajjad's shoulder. As the spray of blood erupted into the air, Qin Fen's Dragon Elephant Prajna Art coursed into his legs, creating an enormous driving power. He was already upon Sajjad's side in the blink of an eye. 
A single Qin Fen was hard enough to deal with. The sudden appearance of a fresh military recruit, along with the deadly gun, Sajjad knew that it was now impossible to kill the two gunners. He simply turned without looking back, endured his injuries, and jumped out the window.
You want to escape? Qin Fen's third gunshot rang out! The weapon of explosive power had reached its end of life at this moment, simply shattering to pieces from the recoil.
The third bullet was the first to completely pierce through Sajjad's body. Fresh blood sprayed high into the air from the wound, and the injured Sajjad made a flick of his wrist, causing a steel wire to shoot toward a building twenty meters away...
Qin Fen was half a step too late by the time he leaped to the window. Sajjad had already used the steel wire to create a distance of fifteen meters. If Qin Fen was stubborn, he could kill Sajjad in the air, but then he would be forced to face a fall from the fifth floor. The fifth floor was actually the seventh story. The first and second stories were the parking lot. Qin Fen didn't believe that he could smoothly land on the ground without any injuries after killing Sajjad.
Qin Fen gave the fleeing and heavily injured Sajjad a deadly stare before letting out a long breath. When Sajjad's turtle biochemical beast sprayed out with blood from being injured, Qin Fen didn't notice at all where the blood landed. It just so happened to land on Qin Fen's chest, on the location of Qin Fen's biochemical beast egg.
The biochemical beast egg that Lin Liqiang gave him had yet to show any signs of hatching to this day. The few blood drops of the turtle biochemical beast landed on the egg, and the blood was absorbed into the egg so quickly that it couldn't be seen with the naked eye.
The biochemical beast egg's shell shimmered with a metallic luster before returning to its usual calm.
Qin Fen didn't notice this change, and Xue Tian was focused on firing at Sajjad. He really didn't notice the fact that Qin Fen was carrying a biochemical beast egg on his person.
"Fuck! I can't believe that this bastard actually has a biochemical beast!" Xue Tian smacked the window frame in frustration. "He's too strong!"
Sajjad went through two buildings, not daring at all to tarry. The last gunshot had simply pierced his lungs. If the turtle hadn't altered the trajectory of the bullet slightly, his heart would have been the one pierced with a gaping hole.
"Butcher, why aren't you going to kill him?"
Phoenix's voice slowly echoed in the spot where Sajjad ran past a dozen seconds before.
"Kill him? I can naturally kill him an instant when he's in that sort of state." Butcher laughed very confidently. Sajjad had run past him just a moment early, and the terrorist hadn't discovered him at all. If Butcher wanted to make a move, he could totally take Sajjad's life in an instant.
"It's just that I suddenly felt that this terrorist will be unwilling to allow his plan to fail." Butcher's eyes squinted. "He's been injured by Qin Fen to this extent, so he has to be extremely angry. Based on his personality, he'll likely continue with the attack on the concert, and the target won't just be the fans. His target will include the two super-popular twin empresses."
"I never thought that you, who only know how to kill, actually have the expertise of Hao the Trickster." Phoenix faintly smiled as she said, "You want to extend Qin Fen's mission?"
"I am very much lacking when compared to Trickster Hao." Butcher thought about every time Squad Leader Hao tricked him and was forced to step down gracefully. "I need to cultivate good habits in Qin Fen. One must do things cleanly and thoroughly. He needs to sort out the horrible mess he created on his own."
"It looks like y'all really care about that kid." Iron Hand had hurriedly made his way over by now. He just so happened to hear the dialog between the two. "It's good to be concerned, but be careful not to spoil him when you're focused on his growth."
"Spoil?" Butcher sneered. "What we're going to do is toss the lion cub down the cliff and let it climb up by itself. If this is called spoiling someone, then I have no words to say."
Iron Hand shrugged, having nothing further to say. Compared to Butcher, Phoenix, and the others, he, a special force soldier, really wasn't much in the eyes of others.


"Qin Fen had once been abandoned and broken until, one day, he picked up a liquid metal ball that turned his life upside down.
This is the interplanetary era where Classical and Modern Wushu are competing. Classical Wushu enables followers to grow as powerful as dragons and elephants, whereas Modern Wushu enables followers to freeze monsters or even extinguish erupting volcanoes.
Qin Fen steps onto the stage of both Classical and Modern Wushu while belonging to neither. With the exquisite combination of both Classical Wushu and modern technology, he will pave a way to become a legend.
He is one of a kind, a favored son of heaven." -KyleChow_
"He is a youth, a gentleman, and a scholar cultivating in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. He has the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, producing clouds with a turn of a hand and rain with the other. This is a story about the clash of passions between neo martial arts and paleo martial arts. This is a story about transcending the apex, about forcefully slaughtering one's way into the legends. This is a story about fading into nirvana, about the prideful of heaven!
In this world, cultivating the paleo martial art known as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the pinnacle allows one to possess the enormous strength of ten dragons and ten elephants! In this world, the Nitrogen Freezing Magic can freeze even a volcano on the verge of eruption! In this world, the Magma Art can instantly melt and vaporize a glacier!
This is a heavy undertaking by Skyscrapper back in 2009! This is a story of affection, of love. This is a story never lacking in friendship. This story, overflowing with heated blood, is certain to cause your own passion to surge!
This is a radiant era where hot-blood, friendship, love, and heroes converge, shine, and interweave upon each other.
Click and fall in love with this legend." -Strivon (Translation of original synopsis)


The time to let Moa find a place to park his moped, I'll allow myself to open a parenthesis to deliver some elements of understanding of the events.
The pump attendant was called Vilpers Haunaj but being a completely secondary character in this story, which isn't even sure to appear again, I won't develop any further.
His client was a soldier called Moa.
He was the only son of a family of the upper middle class settled in the countryside, not particularly wealthy but with a good savings capacity, a little conservative but it was often like that in rural areas, owner of their own house and with a dog he had the privilege of choosing the name: Wouaf.
His family was united despite the few extramarital affairs of his parents. He even still had three of his grandparents, his grandfather – his father's father, having been killed during a duel, this practice which was very fashionable at one time but which passed into obsolescence before soon being prohibited with the war which brought its share of worries and required a large number of living men. It cannot be said that Moa was truly affected by this death which occurred some fifteen years before his own birth.
At school, he was a rather mediocre student, not the worst even if his teachers agreed that with a bit more efforts, his results would not have increased significantly. He was neither a dunce, nor the classy troublemaker. He just didn't have a real future; in fact he had no interest in anything related to roller shutters, a crime of lese-majesty at the time. His education continued without rebound, he was like a star in a cloudy night, we knew he was there, somewhere but hidden by an abundant amount of water droplets suspended in the atmosphere, obstructing the very vision of nocturnal animals, yet known to discern even the smallest quantity off photons; it was like this, at least until the war broke out.
His fate was turned upside down.
He was seventeen years old when, having since long lost all illusion about life, he decided to enlist in the army. Wouaf had died a few weeks earlier and his father refused to take a dog again. Notwithstanding the reluctance and even the lively protests of his parents who threatened to disinherit him, he joined the nearest camp, in a neighboring town, like all the lost ones of his kind. Since then, he did not often have the opportunity to see his parents, even though their relationships had since abated and now remained cordial.
For Moa, this camp was a real boon. Freed from the family shackles, he could finally taste the joys of autonomy. He even adopted a hamster which he named Little Hamster because unlike the dog, the cry of the hamster was difficult to transcribe in the form of onomatopoeia. He no longer had it today because although quite honorable, a hamster could not live more than four years. He spent a year in the camp, a year which was undoubtedly the most difficult of his entire life and at the same time, the best.
He learned what life was like, making his bed squared and the meaning of the word prolegomena. He also discovered there the values of friendship and camaraderie, meeting those who would become his best friends like Fonth Endoh, the girl of the gang, sadly mistaken by his own regiment as an enemy and deceased on the field of honor on the southern front, Sodor Ipar who was currently serving a prison sentence for having flamed a roll of triple-ply fleece toilet paper in front of a hierarchical superior, or Zohol Ogyk, the armless guy who became one-legged and returned to civil life on the pretext that he was no longer of use for anything in the army and who, according to the latest news, thanks to the exceptional mobility of his left toes, exercised the noble profession of scribe, and last but not least Anguiss Ouroch, the one to whom he was closest but who had since passed to the enemy.
They had scoured so many puppies; they had peeled so many quintals of potatoes until the day when, finally, they were judged fit for combat. According to their instructors, they were the best promotion to ever graduate of the camp. At the same time, they had launched this training.
Nevertheless, Moa underwent education there with flying colors, even finishing as the promotion major, a title he bought with his savings placed in a very profitable SICAV. If their paths had separated according to assignments and lifestyle choices, Moa really had fond memories of the graduates of this promotion.
He was passionate about fine mechanics and when he had to choose an assignment, he did not hesitate a moment and headed for the third regiment of motorcycles, along the northern flank. His family lived far away, but this front had the advantage of being the quietest at the time.
His other savings, placed on the stock market of 'Jantalulu', one of the great leaders in the tractor rim, and 'Tonfrom', the agro-industrial giant in cheese production, enabled him to choose his position.
He was going to be the regiment's counter and it was in this function he was since employed in the army.
His role was to count the number of deaths in the third regiment. When he took up his service, the first day, he was entitled to a hazing, a tradition which had been lost since, and a complex mission, the death of two Siamese brothers he could not count correctly. Otherwise, on the whole, the first few months had turned out to be rather calm: a corpse from time to time, sometimes two, rarely more, which left his eye acclimatized to the jousting conditions.
Since then, the refrain had changed; the losses were massive with often several dozen victims. And when the enemies launched a violent attack, it could reach new heights. And you had to see the state his comrades were found, mistreated; he always had to be attentive, well focused so as not to count several people if a corpse arrived in several pieces. It was however a position of responsibility, it was even quite unimaginable with hindsight that it was entrusted to a beginner, as it was important for the management of human resources.
The daily surge of violence and the increasing complex task resulting from barbarism almost made Moa regret the promotions that were offered to him at the beginning of his career and that he had refused, especially the last that his direct superior could give him.
This promotion was an old matter and no career development had been offered to him for several years now but as his position was really considered serious, he had been offered a position as a bicycle saddle sweeper, the former sweeper going on maternity leave.
At that time Moa did not want to leave his post too late, after the truce allocated at the end of the day, just to be able to do his shopping and had declined the offer. Sweeper was a pretty ingrate function from a time point of view, the work really started only at the end of the maneuvers, when all the equipment was repatriated.
However, over time, this function was quite popular, someone even killed to get it, unfortunately for him he got the wrong person, sparing the sweeper in favor of the person in charge of the carrot stock. If he was also a psychopath, Moa might have imitated him, as fewer and fewer bicycles were being repatriated in the evening and the timetable of a bicycle sweeper made jealousy increase in the regiment.
To sum up, Moa was a man with a banal childhood who became a dead count, viscerally punctual and regretting some of his past choices. Perhaps it was for these reasons that he was so bitter, with missed opportunities and inopportune use of his savings that would shut him up in the north when, if circumstances had smiled, he would bask in the south.
Above all, he was heckled by events which went beyond him, which went beyond the human dimension in general, war, what man did best with soft eggs.
…
The war, no one had forgotten how it started.
It happened in history periods that should not leave any traces, where ultimately everything went well. It was in this kind of period that people lived a few years earlier.
The economy was working well, the policy was stable, and there was even economic growth. The world headed straight for prosperity, full employment and the granting of a fourth week of paid vacation. People could almost make plans for the future. This situation even lasted for some time.
Very quickly, the man had invented the saw to be able to cut the branch on which he sat, and as that was not going fast enough, efforts of technological development allowed him to invent the chainsaw, noisier but more effective.
When everything was going well, men used to make the right decisions to destabilize happy balances and often it was for a dark story of buttocks. As it happened, the buttocks were connected to the big picture of macroeconomic mechanisms.
There existed many bilateral economic trade agreements and many international organizations governing the bulk of trade. One of the most important was called 2P2M for (P)roducing (P)latform of (M)eat (M)erguez bringing together the countries producing sheep merguez. Under stress in their internal market, they decided to impose exorbitant custom taxes on the import of rillettes. This measure was considered protectionist and contrary to the maxims of international trade by the countries of the League of Free Circulation of Products Derived from Geese, or LFCPDG which counterattacked by setting an embargo on certain products, notably merguez.
It was winter; people weren't going to suffer when the weather was not optimum for a barbecue, and what had to be a deterrent during off-peak periods escalated. Instead of reducing custom taxes on rillettes to more acceptable levels, one of the 2P2M member countries unilaterally decided to impose quotas for the production of fir-wood; the most used species in the papermaking industry and used to fabricate fleece triple-layer toilet paper. On their impetus, other countries joined and they gave birth to the Organization of Fir-Wood Producing Countries (OFWPC). It was world supply that suddenly fell.
Meanwhile, prosperity had brought comfort.
The standard of living had greatly improved and people could no longer imagine going back. When demand failed to adjust to new supply constraints, prices went up, it was inflation. At the highest of the crisis, the prices of fleece triple-ply toilet paper in pure fir-wood had increased tenfold. Little by little, inflation spilled over into other areas of the economy, creating various financial bubbles that threatened to explode and drag the world into a great recession.
The countries of LFCPDG could not accept this situation and they managed to convince a few other non-affiliated countries to join them in a new coalition.
The coalesced countries politically regrouped and gave birth to a new state which should be more effective in fighting this crisis.
Initially, governance posed some problems, on the one hand the king of the largest and most populous kingdom found it normal to become the embodiment of this state, which other heads of state, elected for some, and even competent for others did not wish.
Faced with the failure of collegial governance, the refusal of any type of pro-rata, it was decided to choose one governor; it only remained to agree on the method. An original method was implemented, the participatory democracy, which had now been forgotten. The citizens had to propose the method of designation that an ad hoc committee had to choose.
Initially, a first ad hoc committee was created to reflect on the establishment of the ad hoc committee which was to decide, and faced with the inertia of the technocracy, the heads of state decided to draw lots with various solutions.
Many solutions, however, were considered interesting such as orienteering, changing a wheel, or blind tasting which had since been used to recruit for the administration.
Fate decided that the problems of governance would be solved by whomever-the-one-that-pees-the-furthest.
Of course, the king of the old kingdom, of which Moa was a national, won the match, but can we speak of a match when you have a foreskin defect which allows you to reach distances close to eighteen meters?
In his enthronement speech, he shouted that it was really worth the trouble to linger with these kinds of games when the situation demanded action, that if they had listened to him from the very beginning, they would not have lost all this time but he was still happy to have won...
Anyways the regulated governance and the laws of the kingdom were globally adopted everywhere in the coalesced territory, keeping regional particularities to flatter the ego of the hackneyed and to spare their susceptibility. However, this did not bring balance in the international economic issues and the blackmail continued. The coalition no longer having any real alternative to exert pressure decided to declare war on the members of the OFWPC and their 2P2M allies. It was this conflict that had been going on for almost ten years.
Fronts were opened on many borders. Each regiment was in charge of a particular border. If in the south, the regiments had succeeded in gaining victory and forcing the enemies to sign armistices, the coalesced army occupying the enemy territory. But in the north the war continued, with three regiments sharing the line of demarcation. The third regiment Moa belonged to was in trouble with one of the toughest adversaries, incidentally the initiator of the OFWPC, located in the northeast of the country.
…

Imagine a world where roller shutters is the promising area publicized by royalty. Imagine a world where Mikado and trunk throwing are the king-sports, moving and electrifying crowds. Imagine a world where beautiful mechanics are revered. Imagine a world where a butterfly wing-flap may or may not cause a downpour on the other side of the world. Imagine a world where the fundamental freedom is to wipe your backside with fleece triple-ply toilet paper in pure fir-wood.
Well, as perfect as it can be, this world is at war.
After several years of conflict, Moa, a non-commissioned officer, got up that morning to go to report...

Milia deleted her instagram account[1] after her break-up with Stephen and made a new one. Well, it sounds silly but that way Milia deleted all the chats and contacts, pictures and memories. All the posts[2] of her with Stephen and the stories[3] of their meeting up and many things Milia thought was romantic but in reality it wasn't. Milia opened a new instagram account and added her friends and acquaintances. 

Author: Oh! Yeah.. this 'online-modern-day-love' is inspired from the budding love stories in the time of pandemic. Author has no intention to hurt or disrespect anyone's feelings, religion, work, or anything. Any resemblance to the actual event is a mere coincidence because it is all of the author's imagination. 

Milia put up a decent yet a tempting profile picture. She was wearing an Indian plain blue saree, with a black netted blouse. Her back towards the camera and her hands to the sides as if she were turning and her shoulder length wavy hair flying in the air making a semi-circle which indicates that the picture is a candid one. The saree accentuated her features. The slightly deep cut blouse revealed her fair porcelain skin and her slim hands stood out as she wore a black coloured fitness band which looked slightly bigger on her small wrist. (author: rolling her eyes.. 'a fitness band over a saree? Like seriously..?')

Milia got many follow requests[4], she accepted the ones she knew. After a week or two, Justin sent her a follow request. Milia saw the notification on her phone and wondered whether to accept it or not. Milia knew in bits about Justin from Ira. (I have explained the complex relations in chapter4) After some time Milia accepted his request and then requested to follow back. Justin instantly accepted her request. For a few days, no one texted each other, but one night. 

Justin's story had information regarding some news which could create panic and Milia cross-checked the information on the internet which showed that it's a false alarm. Milia can't stand any such thing that creates panic especially when all students are getting anxiety and stress because of covid-19 [5]. Milia replies to his story saying 'this is fake news and it's creating panic amongst students.' After sometime when Justin came online and saw the message from Milia. Usually he ignores messages that are not from his friends but this message piqued his interest. 'So there's actually a girl who boldly texts strangers.' he thought and replied to her "I am sorry. My intention wasn't that but as you said it'd create panic and so I deleted it. Thanks for pointing it out." Milia saw this and smiled, she thought 'he knows he's wrong so he apologised. Seems like a nice guy.' "it's alright :)" she replied.

And from here my dear readers the story will move on. The previous chapters which seemed to have no link in between will now connect. Milia and Justin are now gonna chat and find each other very similar. Milia who is grieving over her break-up and trying to move-on will text him and talk to him about his views on life, love and responsibility. Justin who's already not a believer in love will text Milia and ask her if she believes in a 'second chance' in life and love. They both believe in vibes and get good vibes from each other. Milia is too quick to catch when Justin gets nervous and Justin is stunned to know that this stranger whom he has never met but heard off can see through people so easily. They both get attracted to each other but they both won't take the conversation beyond a casual and a healthy flirting. Some heart-fluttering moments, some moments of surprise, some moments of awkwardness and some moments of closeness. Is this texting going to turn into a 'modern day love story with an old school heart?' or.. Will they go to their separate paths? Time will decide about that. And if you readers think, how can they text a stranger so casually, this is where the catch is. Milia and Justin are Ira's best friends. Ira speaks of Milia to Justin and about Justin to Milia. Even though they haven't spoken to each other, they know about each other. And the comment section on Ira's instagram is filled with comments of these two people who comment all good and worse things on Ira's posts. They're seeing the constant friendship the opposite one has with Ira and thus they feel an unknown thread of trust tying them together in this conversation. Milia's straightforward, bold and a shameless personality in contrast to Justin's shy, nervous and immature and innocent personality is going to make a fun yet a very heart-warming conversation.
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The chapter today is short because I am cooped up with my studies. Previously it was announced that my exams might get cancelled but now it's announced saying that the university will be conducting exams and so, very unfortunately I won't be able to write everyday even though I want to. But I'll give as many updates as I can. I hope you support me and my book. Your author is a college student. And this is my fourth semester in college. I'll try and give you all as many updates as I can. That's a promise. I hope you'll understand my side. 
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The following information regarding instagram is taken from the internet for informational purposes only. 

 1. Instagram account: Instagram is a free, online photo-sharing application and social network platform that was acquired by Facebook in 2012. Instagram allows users to edit and upload photos and short videos through a mobile app. ... Users also have the option of making their profile private so that only their followers can view their posts. 
 
2. Posts: An Instagram post is a photo or video that an Instagram user shares on the platform. 

3. Stories: Instagram Stories is a feature within the Instagram app where users can capture and post related images and video content in a slideshow format. ... Stories allow the addition of text, drawings and emoticons to images or video clips. Like Snapchat, filters and augmented reality (AR) stickers are also available for Stories.

4. Follow requests: If your account is set to private, anyone who wants to see your photos or videos will have to send you a follower request. Follow Requests will appear in your Activity. To approve a request, tap Confirm. To deny a request, tap Delete.

5. Covid-19: Coronavirus disease 


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