When Princess Ivory is told by the Duke of Avas to marry Prince Blaine or else war will break out she is devastated. Against the wishes of her late parents and law Princess Ivory is being forced to marry a Prince whom she's never met even though being promised to marry the love of her life but what happens when a meeting with the Prince ends up with him mistaking Princess Ivory with her lady in waiting Lady Ivory and what happens when the Prince falls in love with Lady Ivory instead of Princess Ivory? The two girls will devise a plan to keep the secret going for as long as they can but how long will it be before the truth is exposed...











(I take NO credit for the cover art! The cover art is NOT my drawing!)

The Chaos was the beginning of the Universal Worlds and Realms.

After billions and trillions of years, is the Chaos will become its end?





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I don't know mandarin, I'm not Chinese, but I like their stories about immortals, so I'm using Chinese names on this one.

English is not my main language, so if there's  mistakes in my grammar. I Apologize. 

I will not update everyday. At least 2 times a week at most, if not 3.

A common cap was lying on his head crookedly. He looked like those high school playboys that girls liked. Most girls fell in love with them. They always visited them in their dreams and made them wake up sobbing.
Guo Nuoyan almost burst into tears. He remembered the girl he loved secretly, who was just as splendid as Qin Guan.
With a last press of the shutter, their work was done.
Helen looked at the films. She was in no mood to hand them over to the philistine Asian merchant yet. At the thought of the photoshoot she would arrange though, she felt happy again.
Thanks to the shooting at Chelsea Fair, the shop owners got a general idea of their clothes. They were all professional designers, who knew all about beauty and fashion. They showed great interest in their casual clothes, which were different from the typical American style.
After the shooting, customers crowded into the store. In several days, J Clothing had become the uniform of the designers around the venue. Almost everybody had at least one piece of their clothes.
Thanks to significant aspects such as toughness, endurance, breathability and strong absorbability, they were welcomed as artists. Besides, the most important advantage was their low prices. No one would feel sorry about a stain of paint or wine on their clothes.
As a result, a small circle was formed. The customers and shop owners influenced each other, and J Clothing became a symbolic uniform of New York designers.
It was just like black clothes, brass buttons on police uniforms, loose pipe fitter jeans or the white overall protection suits of quarantine inspectors. J Clothing had become the new symbol of New York designers. Without their clothes, a designer would be considered an outsider of the circle.
It was a surprise for J Clothing.
Of course, this would happen in the future. Qin Guan was currently explaining his thoughts about the company to his girlfriend. He had to keep investing capital in the developing store.
Where would that capital come from? New York Fashion Week! That was the top event of the fashion circle in the US. In late October, New York would be full of visitors.
Qin Guan had received a notice from LEE before the CK show, so he was not worried about getting an invitation. Besides, he could meet up with John, who was in Kansas those days.
Top fashion countries like France, Italy and the UK had their own places in the fashion week, while its casual style attracted countless Asian designers.
The most susceptible and the first to be affected, were Japanese designers, of course, with South Koreans right on their heels. They had great power in Asia, so they were not to be ignored during the top four fashion weeks.
The group of Asian designers was led by Yohji Yamamoto, as there was no Chinese designer among them.
Qin Guan was surprised by the weak brand awareness of Chinese people, as well as the shortcomings of Chinese designers. However, at the same time, he was happy to see another power related to China.
It was a special group of foreign designers of Chinese origin. They had graduated from top design colleges from all over the world and studied Chinese culture. This made their place among designers decisive.
Qin Guan silently memorized their names. I wish they could make their own way in New York Fashion Week this year!
New York had been lively lately. Even Wall Street elites saw countless foreign beauties when cruising at night.
The most bustling metropolis in the world was filled with fashion insiders from all directions, adding an exotic atmosphere to the noisy city.
Unlike the unified management of Beijing Fashion Week, designers there had to find a place for themselves.
Qin Guan was not worried about that though. With notices from three top brands, he could be considered a lucky boy in the fashion event.
The main meeting place was Chelsea Hotel. People were idling around it in hopes of getting an invitation at the last moment.
On the first day of the fashion week, the Armani autumn and winter collection opened the show, followed by CK's formal apparel. Qin Guan was relieved about the schedule.
He still cherished a hope about the resumes he had submitted to top luxury brands, but after waiting for a long time, he still hadn’t gotten a call or notice about an interview.
Only then did he realize the hardships independent models faced in New York. The best opportunities did not always go to good models. Various factors were involved.
Abandoning hope, he changed into his outfit and waited silently backstage for the Armani models to finish.
Looking modest during the fashion week was difficult. John, who had to appear long after, presented himself at the entrance leisurely, with Qin Guan's outfits in hand.
He seemed not to know what the word "modest" meant. A group of people were following him.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

The moment the troop of the allied forces started to occupy the water sources nearby the relics, the chaos in the underground space started to spread like the ripples in pond. Whether those tens of thousands of pioneers who swarmed in like hornets or a few powerful individuals, nobody could resist the power of the allied forces which was like a bulldozer. 

There were also powerhouses in the allied forces.

Given the types of organizations of most countries and armies in this age, the fighting strength of first-class military officers were generally in consistent with their positions. After two holy wars between humans and demons, for the sake of the guidance and co-ordinance in joint operations, most human countries' military establishments appeared to be similar on type of organization and hierarchy.

In the average troop establishment of most countries in the continent, there was a similar red line, which, although being not absolute, was referential.

A LV 6 fighter could be the leader of a platoon of about 30 soldiers and be awarded with the rank of second lieutenant.

A LV 7 fighter could be the commander of a company of about 100 soldiers or 3 platoons and be awarded with the rank of first lieutenant. 

A LV 8 fighter could be the commander of a battalion of about 300-500 soldiers and be awarded with the rank of captain. For example, when Zhang Tie was in the Iron-Blood Camp of the 39th Division of Iron-Horn Army of Norman Empire, although Reinhardt, the commander of Iron-Blood Camp was a LV 8 fighter, because of the special establishment of Iron-Blood Camp and the great power of iron-blood fist, he had already been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel which was rarely seen across the Blackson Humans Corridor. 

A LV 9 fighter could be the colonel of 1000-2000 soldiers and be awarded with the rank of major. Concretely, although the difference of establishments between the armies of different countries and regions, any LV 9 fighter was qualified to be the middle-ranking military officer of any army in any place in this age. 

A LV 10 strong fighter could be the commander of a brigade of 5000-10000 soldiers and be awarded with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. 

A LV 11 fighting master could be the commander of a regiment of at least 20000 soldiers and be awarded with the rank of colonel. 

A LV 12 great fighting master could be the head of an army of 80,000 to 100,000 soldiers and be awarded with the rank of a brigadier general or a major general. Those at this level entered the high-ranking general officers officially. 

Above the army was an army group which was composed of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. As the real terrifying organ of violence and the pillar of humans against demons, the army group was able to destroy cities and countries. Additionally, according to the regulation of the "Great Brilliance Charter" of humans, although a LV 12 great fighting master could be the head of an army, the core of an army group had to be a knight, instead of the pure accumulation of low-level soldiers in quantity. 

Only knights were qualified to establish fighting units like army groups and be the leader of army groups. Although fighting spirit, fighting demon and fighting general below knight were not qualified to establish an army group but they could take important positions in the army group. 

Certainly, even the army groups centered by knights were divided into different types. In different countries, the army groups were classified by different levels and ranks. However, the division standards of army groups in most countries were divided into four levels according to the division standards of Chinese army groups; common army group, class B army group, class A army group and forbidden army group. The names of the four levels might be different in other countries. In some countries, it was divided into; class C army group, class B army group, class A army group and class S army group. Some countries divided it into; black iron army group, bronze army group, silver army group and gold army group. Although being different in names, they were basically same in division standards.

A common LV 6 fighter could be a platoon leader in a common army group; however, if he was in a class B army group, he could only be a monitor. Almost all the platoon leaders in class B army group were monitored by LV 7 fighters. It would be stricter in class A army group.

It was said that in the forbidden army group, the lowest limit to be platoon leader was LV 9 fighter. Even common soldiers in forbidden army group were LV 7 fighters. Given its fighting strength, a forbidden army group could easily crack down more than three class A army groups.

Such a forbidden army group was absolutely a legendary existence. There was not even one forbidden army group in Blackson Humans Corridor at all. It was said that such army groups only existed in Eastern Continent. In Blackson Humans Corridor, a country with class B army group was already a powerful one. As to the alleged class A army groups in a couple of countries, they were just some class B army groups being mixed with some regiments at most according to the standards of class A army groups. Such troops had been brand troops across Blackson Humans Corridor and the pride of a few countries. 

Zhang Tie could never touch such knowledge when he was in Blackhot City. He learned some when he was in Hidden Dragon Palace. The Iron-Horn Army Group of Norman Empire which was the most powerful force in Andaman Alliance was a black iron army group. The brilliance feathers of Sun Dynasty was also a black iron army group. Iron-Blood Camp was a special force under a division of an army group, which was actually a mixed unit.

In this age, the reason that Chinese were powerful, respectable and were called gold race was that only Chinese were able to establish the gold army groups. In the former two holy wars between humans and demons, Chinese gold army groups had made meritorious deeds to humans and became well known around the planet. 

As tens of thousands of people were dispatched by the wild bear tribe, which already reached the scale of division, there must be many powerhouses like fighting masters and great fighting masters. Plus the bear-killing fighters who had unique ability to increase their fighting strength sharply, only after a few hours, the water sources nearby the relics had been taken over by the allied forces.  

At the beginning, many pioneers were confused why the allied forces started to occupy the water sources nearby the relics. However, after ten more hours, they finally understood their current situation. Therefore, everybody became flurried. The turmoil broke out naturally. 

After 50,000-60,000 people poured in, the water sources nearby the relics could not afford so many people at all. When the underground tunnel was smooth, this contradiction was not obvious. As long as they spent some time and walked dozens of miles, they would be able to get enough water. However, after the tunnel collapsed, the road back to the ground was blocked. What was more, the largest water source supply was cut off. 

Even if they took enough dried rations but did not get enough drinking water, they could not stand too long underground, either.

In over ten hours, the allied forces intensified their camp under the order of Gangula. They built a defense line around the camp. As a result, some water sources being occupied by the allied forces became the military forbidden zones. Any outsider being less than 100 m away from the water sources without consent would be killed!

Therefore, those pioneers who dreamed to make a fortune in the super relics instantly felt a great danger. 

Zhang Tie caught sight of the prospecting team of Golden Roc Bank, half of which had lost. Most of the remaining team members were injured and looked bad.

O'Laura and Nurdo also came back with only 2/3 of their guards. O'Laura also saw Zhang Tie. However, before talking to him, O'Laura had been pulled away by Gangula's subordinate. 

...

Sitting on the top of a ruined 5-storey building in the relics beside the camp, Zhang Tie was looking at the distance quietly. 

At a place near a water source within Zhang Tie's vision, over 2000 soldiers of the allied forces were intensifying the defense over there. Meanwhile, those pioneers wandering in the neighborhood were glaring at those soldiers.

At this moment, the pioneers were a bit rational. None of them would like to drink water at the risk of their own lives. However, this was just the first day since their water sources had been taken over by the allied forces. Three days later, when most of the pioneers would run out of their own drinking water, Zhang Tie didn't know whether they would just look aside like today. 

Hearing the footsteps from behind, Zhang Tie knew it was O'Laura without even turning around. Seeing Zhang Tie sitting on the ground while swinging his legs in the air, O'Laura became hesitated for a couple of seconds before sitting on Zhang Tie's side. Like Zhang Tie, she also suspended her feet in the air. 

"It looks worse than my imagination!" Zhang Tie turned around and looked at O'Laura. O'Laura picked off her mask, allowing Zhang Tie to glance at her icy and delicate side face with unscrupulous eyes. 

"You've not attended the conference, but how do you know that?" O'Laura asked calmly. 

"Hehe, it's evident. if not going to tell me your last words, how could you just sit on the ground casually? When you walked towards here, you became a bit hesitated before sitting down. I guess that you might be thinking about your last words at that moment. Don't cover it anymore, am I right?"

"You b*stard!" O'Laura swore in a low voice before letting out a long sigh.

"Go ahead, what's going on there?"

"There's no star of god, no super relics. It's just a trap!"

"I'm afraid many people have realized it!"

"The first boom was also caused by an alchemist's bomb. Its explosive equivalent was especially large. We've confirmed that all the knights who wanted to grab the pieces of the star of god have been killed. According to our earlier investigation, there were four knights being involved with this trap, one from Ice and Snow Wilderness, the other three from outside, including Samaranth, the star and moon sword sage!"

Although birds died in pursuit of food, after hearing so many god-like powerhouses were gone at the same time, Zhang Tie was also shocked. Any knight was influential enough to threaten the safety of a region. Zhang Tie had not imagined that four of them were killed at the same time. Such a great loss was barely seen in one place in one day even at the most fierce period of the former two holy wars between humans and demons. 

Recalling how Samaranth, the star and moon sword sage killed the huge deep-sea monster, Zhang Tie felt very pitiful inside. Previously, Donder told Zhang Tie that no matter how high your fighting skills were, you would still be afraid of kitchen knives. At the beginning, Zhang Tie treated it as a joke; however, at this moment, he realized that it was not a joke at all. Alchemist's bomb was like a kitchen knife. After a pile of alchemist' bombs were detonated, even knights would be killed.

Zhang Tie thought that the first alchemist's bomb was at least 100 times more powerful than that he met in Blapei. Facing such a terrifying power, even steel and iron would be melted down. 

"Do you know who did this?"

"Gangula doubted that it was done by Three Eyes Association!"

"Three Eyes Association? Three Eyes Association again?" Zhang Tie also realized that no other organizations could do this, except for Three Eyes Association. This trap seemingly targeted at the knights in humans since the beginning. The pioneers and the allied forces being trapped here were just a "plus". No matter what, for those b*stards of the Three Eyes Association, they could do whatever they could to weaken human's fighting strength and make human world more chaotic before the 3rd holy war.

What a shrewd trap! Nobody could imagine that there was such a trap behind the new relics. Although knights were confident that they could solve all the problems and plots; however, they had not imagined that what waited for them were not the pieces of star of god, but a death trap caused by alchemist's bombs. 

Zhang Tie remembered the animal tide above the ground, which was full of plots and artificial traces. After considering it for a white, Zhang Tie instantly realized that the function of the animal tide was to attract the attention of the public. When those tribes across the Ice and Snow Wilderness and those who were alert about the plots of Three Eyes Association transferred their eyes to the outside, few of them could imagine that the trump card of Three Eyes Association was down here. 

Noticing that Zhang Tie became silent, O'Laura thought that Zhang Tie was digesting her words. Therefore, she didn't disturb him; instead, she just looked at the fluorite lamplight in the distance as she muttered.

"In the conference, we've already strictly deduced the current situation. The water supply from the water sources occupied by the allied forces could only afford about 30,000 people's daily use at most. However, our allied forces include 37000 people in total, which meant that 7000 of the the allied forces could not get enough water after 3 days, not to mention the pioneers."

"There are over 20,000 pioneers nearby the relics. Three days later, if so many pioneers don't want to be thirsty to death, they have to fight the allied forces for the limited water sources. However, the terrain of this relics is not convenient for the allied forces to spread. Therefore, the allied forces had to fight to death so as to clean all the pioneers. Even if we're the winner, the allied forces would also have to suffer a great loss. We will lose at least 10,000 soldiers!"

"The fierce battle will last over one week. After that, the dead bodies will cover each corner of this relics. As it's in the underground being surrounded with stones. The environment is relatively closed. Therefore the corpses could be hardly dealt with. The allied forces could deal with a batch of corpses by burying them beneath the relics or throwing them into the caves being far away from here. However, a lot of corpses could not be cleaned. As a result, they would decay very soon and probably cause diseases and plagues over here. The survivors would also be polluted."

"Now that there is no plague or disease, the dried rations could only afford us one month at the most. Even though there are sufficient water sources, everybody would be starved to death in the end!"

"Through the confirmation of the prospecting team of Golden Roc Bank, there's only one tunnel leading to the outside. However, it would require 40,000 people to work at least 2 months to break it through. Even though we could contact with the outside and ask for their relief, it would require 40,000 people to work in here for at least 45 days. In the current situation, this is impossible. Nobody could organize a project of 40,000 here. Even if the allied forces join hands with pioneers, we could not stand 45 days, either..." O'Laura then stopped for a second, before reaching the conclusion calmly and gloomily, "Therefore, we probably die here in 45 days!"

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After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


Fraud Tian laughed, "Look, I'm about to die of laughter! Those two girls are suffering from their own actions."
Zhao Zhong Yang was laughing as well, "They tried to taint Brother Lin's reputation but now that the truth is out, they're getting flamed. It might end up miserably for them."
Lin Fan had watched calmly as they put on an act and he never disturbed them. However, putting on an act has its risks too. The chances of something going wrong was very high.
The direction of the wind on the Internet had started to change as they discussed this matter. The subject of public cleanliness workers had been brought up.
And what added to the severity of the matter was that the Public Cleanliness Office's officials had started to speak, expressing that they would investigate further on this matter.
This had turned out beautifully.
Initially, if they had left the matter alone, probably nothing would have happened but these two girls actually went about causing their own deaths. No one else could be blamed for that.
This felt great.
Lin Fan swiftly updated his Weibo.
"Although public cleanliness workers do not stand out much, they provide boundless help to our city. This is something unmatched by anyone else. To be able to live in clean cities, we have to be grateful. As for these two idiots, you brought this upon yourselves."
"666…"
"This is the first time I've seen Master Lin make such a deep comment but the style of the last few words were incompatible with the earlier parts. I couldn't help laughing."
"Lin Fan is just that domineering. Whoever dares to be impudent will get screwed by him."
"Master Lin, I'll always be your fan!"
"This matter has been resolved beautifully."
…
Lin Fan had already stopped caring about this matter. These were all small matters and it would be boring to keep paying attention to them. Whether or not those two girls continued to try and cause trouble for him, it didn't matter. But judging by the situation, it didn't seem likely.
At that moment, a call came from Zhao Ming Qing.
"Ming Qing, what is it?" asked Lin Fan as he answered the call.
He had not been chatting with his student for this period of time, mainly because he had been in prison and this disciple of his had been immersed in the ocean of Chinese Medicine, unable to free himself from it.
Over the phone, Zhao Ming Qing said in an excited voice, "Teacher, the teaching materials have gone through the audit successfully. The Chinese medical experts from various universities think very highly of your teaching materials and they reckon that these are the most perfect teaching materials in recent generations."
Lin Fan didn't have much of a reaction. "Oh, is that so? Alright then, is there anything else?"
Zhao Ming Qing was taken aback. "Teacher, aren't you excited at all?"
Lin Fan said indifferently, "What's there to be excited about? Isn't it a very normal thing? Right, how has your Chinese medicine studies been lately? Have you come across any challenges?"
"Yes. Earlier on, Elder Zhou was treating an important person but he had no way to treat his illness, so he told me to go have a try. I was at a loss at first too but after some research, we started making progress. Now, I've already found a way to cure him and the effectiveness is pretty good," said Zhao Ming Qing excitedly. To him, this matter was enough to make him excited for a long time. He had never seen those kinds of symptoms before but during his time of studying with his teacher, he had understood a lot and his views towards illnesses had gradually changed as well. He had relied on his own knowledge and finally found a way to solve this problem.
This sense of accomplishment, regardless of his old age, made him incomparably excited.
Lin Fan chuckled, "Is that so? Tell me, what symptoms were there?"
Zhao Ming Qing told him all of the symptoms, then explained the method of treatment that he had used. Lin Fan nodded as he heard this. It was not bad indeed. He had made a huge improvement. There were still some small issues with his methods but there was nothing big.
After Lin Fan went through the issues, Zhao Ming Qing benefitted from them. However, he hadn't said the important part yet. "Teacher, the Education Department is organizing a conference to discuss the teaching materials and they're hoping that you can join."
"Conference, eh? Can I not join?" Lin Fan disliked these conferences. They weren't anything substantial. Since the audit had already been done, what was the use of a conference? They should just start using the teaching materials and let the Encyclopedic Points start coming to him.
Zhao Ming Qing said embarrassedly, "Teacher, it's not too good if you don't join. Why don't you just come?"
"Sigh," Lin Fan sighed, "Alright then, I'll go. When is it?"
"Tomorrow, nine in the morning."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Lin Fan looked at the time on his phone. It was still early. Then, he went to Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute. The fundraising had been completed but there were still some procedures that had to be done before the funds arrived.
The matter of education would be left to Director Huang. Director Huang had been at Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute for almost her whole life. She was familiar with these things and she knew how to handle them.
Lin Fan didn't understand these aspects very much so he wouldn't get involved. If he did not understand but still pretended to understand, that would really be scary.
At a certain conference room in the Education Department.
Some experts from the medical world were in discussion.
One of the senior experts was reading the teaching materials. He nodded, "This is pretty good indeed. These teaching materials are much more well-rounded than the old ones. If there are no mistakes inside, we could probably use them for them for at least sixty years."
"Professor Yang, you're a senior expert that has written teaching materials before. For this to be used for sixty years, isn't that a little exaggerated?"
Professor Yang waved his hand, "Not at all. These are Chinese Medicine foundational teaching materials. The basic theories inside are very accurate and they're very extensive as well. It can be said that they have covered everything. I think that sixty years is already considered too short."
Some of the other professors gave strange looks. They had some ideas about this.
"Professor Yang, do you think we can sign our names on these?"
"Yeah, we should add our names on them. No matter what, we were the ones who audited them."
Professor Yang had such thoughts as well but he was someone with good morals and virtues, so he said it less directly, "According to the regulations, we didn't make any changes to these teaching materials, so it isn't right to sign our names. However, as long as there are certain parts that are lacking, we can add a few words and then sign our names."
"Right, right, Professor Yang is right. We've all been writing teaching materials for our whole lives. Adding a few points would be easy. However, would that Master Lin be agreeable?"
"What's there not to agree about? We're senior experts. For us to add some personal opinions and adding our names in is something that many other people would beg for. What kind of objections could he have?"
"Haha, we're all friends in here. Let me say something. That Master Lin's Chinese Medicine is indeed amazing but he is just a young kid, of course we can eat him up. If these teaching materials keep being passed, we can be remembered for generations to come by adding our names in."
"This cannot be said in front of him. If he finds out, he'll definitely bang the table and scold us."
"That's true."
The group of teaching material-writing big shots were extremely aroused. They had been invited by the Education Department to conduct an audit and were astonished by the contents of the teaching materials. It was really too well-rounded.
They had been writing for their whole lives and could definitely distinguish between good and bad. For there to be such good teaching materials, it would be a shame not to sign their names on them.
After all, it was very common for this kind of thing to be done within their circles.
I sign your name, you sign my name, everyone signs each other's names and everyone helps each other out.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
More people gradually arrived in Venice from different countries. The little place suddenly had three times the number of tourists it had previously. The canals, bridges, squares, public ferries suddenly felt a lot more crowded.
Venice was not a huge place, so it could only hold a limited number of people. The local government eventually limited the number of visitors.
The main reason why a calm city like Venice was suddenly crowded with people was none other than the World College Tournament!
There were not many international tournaments for Mages across the world, and most Magic Associations did not recommend old Mages fight one another in duels with a live broadcast on television. Magic was, after all, a noble and sacred art, and was dangerous and destructive at the same time...
The only people suitable for taking part in a magic tournament were young, energetic students. Their achievements could also reflect how successful the academic system of a country was. Eventually, the World College Tournament had turned into a grand event that was held every four years. Students whose strengths were neither too powerful nor too weak were the most suitable group to take part in magic duels.
The flags of many countries were hanging highly at the governor's palace in Venice. Thirty-two teams representing their countries had made it to the finals in Venice. These teams all had performed well when challenging the defending teams of different countries' Training Hall and carrying out the missions given to them. The ranking also reflected a country's magic standard to a certain degree, and would usually end up as the final ranking with a small margin of difference.
Basically, every country that made it to the finals in Venice was considered a strong magic country!
Thirty-two flags were hanging in the air. As the sun rose in the east, the blasts of magic spells echoed across the beautiful city along the shoreline. The sacred light descended upon the city, onto the young, energetic faces of the representatives of each country. The national anthem of Italy was sung with great spirit, while the young Mages enjoyed the limelight of being watched and admired by the whole world. Many students had long waited for this day to arrive, as from this moment onward, they were no longer a small and nameless Mage. They might even become a reputable Mage after joining the Parthenon Temple, the Sacred Hall of Liberty, the Holy Judgment Court, or the Holy Saint Peter Church! Their names would fire up the crowd wherever they went!
Meanwhile, the attendees of the ceremony mainly consisted of worldly-recognized, powerful Mages!
"Allow me to express my gratitude to America's Sacred Hall of Liberty, Asia's Dubai Magician Tower, Europe's Saint Paul Church, Africa's Cape of Good Hope Magic Castle, and Australia's Sacred Victorious Altar! I sincerely welcome you to Venice! Many thanks to the Hunter Union, the World Renowned Clans Association, the Shoreline Alliance, the Parthenon Temple, the Holy Judgment Court, the Ancient Royal Guards, Tokyo's Shrine of Mages, Tehran Magic Ridge, and Saint Paul Church...thank you for joining us despite the long distance. Last but not least, the main protagonists of this grand magic tournament, the candidates consisting of the most talented young Mages chosen specifically from every school in thirty-two countries..." Venice's governor, Fabio, was giving his opening speech in high spirits.
The opening ceremony was not particularly spectacular, yet the Mages that attended were all world-recognized. The factions and organizations they represented were highly looked up to by every Mage.
China's representative was Pang Lai, the chief of the Royal Guards. The Ancient Royal Guards that the governor mentioned in his speech represented the strongest group of Mages in China, with power surpassing the members of the Enforcement Union, the Pearl Oriental Tower, and the Imperial Magicians...
The names representing each country similarly referred to the famous factions or organizations of their respective country. Among them, the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court were particularly well-known.
Even though the Parthenon Temple, the Holy Judgment Court, and the Hunter Union had originated from a specific country, their influences in the world were comparable to the Magic Associations of the Five Continents.
As such, if anyone referred to the world's most powerful magic organizations, there were eight of them in total.
Therefore, in terms of status, Mo Fan's role as a Hunter Master was actually very impressive! The ranks of the Mages in each of the eight organizations were actually comparable to one another. A five-star Hunter Master was equivalent to the mayor or general of a city.
Unfortunately, Mo Fan had not reached five stars yet. He was still quite a distance away.
A seven-star Hunter Master was referred to as a Senior Hunter. The status of a Senior Hunter was very impressive. It was very common for Magic Associations, the military, the local government, or a country's president to ask a Senior Hunter for help.
Mo Fan was highly motivated to become a Senior Hunter. Even though he was now a four-star Hunter Master after resolving the Drowning Curse, he was still far from impressive as a Hunter Master. He could imagine himself drooling just looking at the job requests worth a few hundred million, or billions, as their rewards!
Zhao Manyan was fairly familiar with the important people of the various factions. He could not help it, since his life mostly revolved around upper magical society. Knowing the people in charge and leaders of various factions was a basic requirement for a disciple in his clan.
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After the opening ceremony ended, it was time for the exhilarating, highly-anticipated ceremony whereby the teams drew their opponents.
There were thirty-two national teams, and no matter how the brackets were going to end up, every match between two national teams was surely going to turn into a bet with a huge pot involved. Otherwise, why would people that never cared about what was going on in their countries or magic tournaments suddenly be so passionate about the World College Tournament?
On top of that, the World College Tournament was held every four years, and had always been a hot topic across the world, as it was closely related to the glory and fame of a country. On the other hand, the money that was involved in the bets during this period was often comparable to the total sum of imports and exports for a country...
"Captain, you'll do the drawing," Advisor Feng Li told Ai Jiangtu.
The captains of each national team stepped forward. Long ago, the advisors were the ones doing the drawing, but for quite some time, the captains had taken over and become the ones to do the drawing instead. It was kind of an honor, since the drawing process was being broadcast live, allowing the world to see the captains of each team.
Ai Jiangtu had an imposing attitude, and did not even bother checking the opponent team that he had drawn. He simply let the judges take a glance at it, and went back to the team.
Thirty-two teams... even the teams from stronger countries were nervous. The first opponent they drew was very crucial, as a strong country would prefer not to fight against another strong country so soon. It would force them to expose their strength very early. The weaker countries were also hoping that they had not drawn a strong country as their opponent, as they would be disqualified right at the start of the tournament. No one would even remember their names and faces as they returned to their country in shame. If they did not perform as expected, they would even be scolded by their people. In a society with freedom of speech, ordinary people were the ones that would scold them in the worst manner. Even if they were utterly clueless about magic, they would still sound so righteous that others would mistake the person as being some smurf account from a respectful Mage.
As such, leaving the excitement aside, the members of the Chinese team were feeling great pressure, too. Apparently, the Chinese team was quite unlucky in the previous World College Tournament, stumbling into the American team in the second round, and were totally wrecked by their opponents.
If they still failed to achieve an impressive result this year, the officials back home would probably be extremely mad. Could they even talk peacefully with other countries? They would simply be the target of mind games from the leaders of other countries when they suddenly said something along the lines of, I heard that your national team lost again. It would immediately urge them to flip the table!
The others placed their attention on Ai Jiangtu, trying to tell if he actually looked relieved or worried after learning who their opponent was. However, Ai Jiangtu kept the same stern face throughout the process. He looked pretty much the same all the time. The rest of the team was wasting their time trying to read his mind.
Before Ai Jiangtu could announce who their opponent was, the Japanese team suddenly yelled out in joy and spoke in English in Japanese accents.
"Lucky! So lucky!"
Actually, they were just trying to say, We are f**king lucky!
Mo Fan and the others had already met the Japanese team when they were taking down the Red Ornaments Guild. The Japanese were simply a bunch of show-offs. Mo Fan still had a vague impression of their names and appearance.
The guy that yelled out in joy was Akira Matsuki, who had also been interested in the Dark Noble Mantle. He was currently looking at them with a hostile, scornful grin.
"So they are our first opponent?" Mo Fan asked aloud.
Almost half of the Japanese team had turned their heads toward the Chinese team. Akira Matsuki, Shou Watani, and the gentle girl in the sailor uniform were their 'old friends'.
"It seems like it," Nanyu revealed the team their captain had drawn with a wry smile.
The thirty-two teams that managed to make it to the finals differed in terms of strength, too. The Japanese team was considered above average among the teams. It was quite fateful for the two countries to stumble into one another at the start of the tournament!
"I seriously don't understand why they look so happy, like they are sure to win against us," Jiang Shaoxu scoffed at the Japanese team's reaction.
"It's mainly because they think we are weak because of our ranking in the last World College Tournament. Our team wasn't actually weak, but it was very unfortunate that they had to fight against the American team," Jiang Yu said.
"Let them have their fun for now, they won't even have the chance to cry when the day comes!" Guan Yu snapped coldly.
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On the other hand, the Japanese team had restrained themselves from feeling over-confident. They immediately focused as they discussed how they were going to handle their opponent.
Their Advisor Fujikata Tegami was not as optimistic as her students. She glanced at Mo Fan in his blue shirt over on the Chinese team and asked, "Was that guy the one that fought Casso, the leader of the Red Ornaments Guild?"
"Oh, he is! I almost forgot about him!" Shou Watani immediately recalled.
When the two teams cooperated to take down the Red Ornaments Guild, the strength that Mo Fan had displayed was absolutely shocking. He was surely going to be a tough opponent!
"What is there to be scared of? I bet he's the only person we have to look out for on their team. Do you really think he can carry the whole team alone?" Yosuke, who just joined the Japanese team recently, spoke up.


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

It's hard to explain a lunatic about your problems. It is impossible to explain a wild animal your problems. What does a big element think after hearing your problems? (like Soil or Wind)

It doesn't give a shit!

Eren waited for the earth to shake. But unlike the previous time, this time some strange sounds began to be heard  in the sky! Wait what?

 The sound of thunder was heard by Eren. A creepy pressure from sudden moister and unvisible stress were in the air. It was like a starting point of a horror movie. The bad thing is that this horror movie looked really expensive and high quality!

Eren felt the pain of unknown in his body. Every part of him had spasms.

A strange feeling appeared. It was another feeling on the air, separated from the pain in Eren's body. It was like something in the air was looking at Eren. Or the entire sky was staring at him with thunders as his eyes and winds as it's hands. But at this point a sweet voice came out from nowhere.

"Master, I am ready to serve you!"

Eren opened his eyes, staring at the most handsome man he saw in is entire life. He was actually a typical man with jet-black hair and slanting eyes, showing that he was eastern. But he was really seductive his long and muscular body. Even the bottom side was too big compared to average.

Ha?

"Put it on."

Eren threw the jacket he brought with him. At that time, he looked at the man who looked naked but not ashamed at the same time. From the outside, he looked calm and nice. Even Eren quickly realized he was the type of man he liked. Harmless and easygoing.

Before they start talking, all the sky changed to its normal shape. Thunders and creppy wind stopped. Everything was perfect and magical again. But Eren didn't feel good and standed up. "Where do you live?"

He didn't wait this asien man to know english. But he knew actually! How lucky they are ha.

"This person used to live in the Chengdu Autonomous Region of China, but I belong to you now" Ah like Taylor, this man has a strange obsession and stare in his eyes. Probably he also feel some connection to me. Or is he also in love with me? No! I am not a gay. Actually his body was perfect and he had a good smile and his hair....??!!??

I am not a gay!!  Eren panicked and asked a random question. 

"So what's your name?"

"Gong Yun. It means a little feather, flying in the sky."

Eren suddenly remembered the importance of the names in the Chinese Culture. Actually he didn't know much about Chinese people. He had his own life in another part of the world. But strangely he knew this much.

"You must know my name. It is Eren. Also can you bring me information about the Earth, if I send you back to the world you lived? I need you to memorize some technologies and general things to be found on the internet."

Gong Yun gave a salute as if he received the most beautiful order in the world. "Master, I have to do whatever you want. Your wishes will be met even if I die."

Even If you die. Wtf... :/

"You don't have to take it so seriously. Your life and your future is very important. Don't put yourself in danger. Let's go home anyway."

Eren got up and took his handsome chinese guest to home.

That day, the number of people living at the tiny home increased again.The need of a bigger place came up at this point..

"I hate my life." : - /

..

There was no change in the village until Eren came to 8 years old. But from then on, things started to change.

For example, one day a short person with strange eyes came to live in the village. Eren wanted to turn his head immediately to other side...when he first saw it, him, her... (He didn't know). 

But ignoring the truth, unfortunately, does not destroy it from the reality.

Sisna Village, where the Grandis lived, had their "First Official Dwarf" on that day. Yeah, a fucking dwarf. Seriously he was a bit similar to (Lotr) fantasy type of dwarfs from the books. Eren was confused. Did the writer from Earth also came to this planet and saw real Elfs and Dwars? Is it possible?

..and another idea; maybe someone was making fun of Eren. So Eren cursed some random gods just in case. If someone was watching him, he was giving the best curses he could create and was whispring to every god he could imagine! 

 But it wasn't a joke or cosplay. Surprisingly this dwarf was a blacksmith and came this village to work. He turned a small shack into an workshop. Grandies learned that it was a he! The village seemed to be moving in terms of primitive ages with this blacksmith.

But that wasn't the end..

Also within a few months, the green-haired forest-fairies came to the village. The two fairies, one male and the other female, were alike Grandies, except their ears and hairs. Eren heard a different language that these people talked with each other. But they mostly used the common language in the village.

Anyway, he was still trying to ignore those things and he really tried his best.

But when he, grandpa, Gong Yun started to make a new house to live, they had to consult the dwarf. His name was Oran. He was a young and happy fellow. 

At this point, forget the dwarfs and other things.

..

Actually at the time this dwarf came to village, Eren and his new Chinese Helper made a plan. First thing Eren wanted was a modern house. With a big garden, with an open place to work and an underground space to hide some things to garage. A modern kitchen, bathroom and a big shelter to hide in emergecies.

But things were harder than seemed from outside. Eren wanted a real house. Not a wooden fragile thing. With real rocks and real cement, he wanted to build it with modern possibilities. At this point Gong Yun and his phone in Earth was involved to plan.

Gong Yun and Eren used a quick travel in the month when dwarf came. Gong Yun went back to his house, used his cellphone and made a quick research. But he didn't come back for two days. In the two days he was gone, Gong Yun had to memorise a lot of things. Some pictures and shapes, different numbers to calculating amount of the materials and especially important recipes!

Actually there was just one recipe. It was the recipe of Cement.

But there was other things like, "How to make a house for idiots!" kind of stuff. Including grandpa, Yuzu, Taylor, Eren and Gong Yun; none of them knew anything about constructions. So even if they somehow succeed to make cement in this world, they had to learn the basics of construction.

In a random day, Eren tried to use some magic or energy manipulating (he said with a cool expression) but just made stupid movements or shout strange names.

"Souls of Earth! Let me shape you!!!"

He also used some hand movements like the ones from cartoon of Avatar or animes. Even If they were embarrassing, he tried. After a serious number of attempt of fails....he did sign and accepted that being a magician in this planet, even being a Soil Magician wasn't cool!

"I hate this stupid elements or magic....you little piece of sh%&/()=?^+^'^%....."

But the last hopes were still Taylor and Gong Yun.

Taylor was persistent and didn't want to go back. She didn't say anything. But on the contrary she weared hot things and acted cute. Also kissed Eren secretly and let him decide what he wants himself. It was actually devilish. Eren couldn't send her to Earth with his hormones. Actually he was really distracted with those secret kisses.

In the end, poor Gong Yun prepaired himself mentally and went to Earth.

..

*I died as thinking what would've happened if I lived one more time.

Without any friends, without laughter at all, and I'm sure I've never been loved.

No god, no angel, no family, no friend.. Nobody helped me! --- Not even one tiny miracle showed like the movies and books showed us!

I realized that there is no miracle, good luck or perfect coincidences in this life. I gave up of those crap.

..............

I thought everything would end. I'd sleep and rest forever. What a perfect plan for my eternity ha?

That was the fucking plan!

But no. Like Damn Earth wasn't enough, now I must live in this f*cking planet full of "Fantasy Crap".

Everyone keep talking about magic and miracles. "Just shut up would you!"

The village people who talks about evolution, the children blowing fire from their mouth, and the dragons I hear---all of these seem to mocking with me."Don't come closer you piece of.!"

I just want a normal life. I'm sorry but keep away your magic and secondhand miracles from me.  "Wait, I'm not sorry."

On this brand new life, just stay away from me!"

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** A story of the rebirth of a person who dies in a life of total misfortune. **

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***Warning: This novel contains real mature content (+18 Violence and Adult Content)***

"It used to be hard to find places to research, before the Internet." The historian from the mountains of Light sighed heavily.

Now it's easy, once you have picked up a search engine and a miracle, the assistant will immediately give you an answer, you will find a forum, you will receive advice, you will buy a device depending on the thickness of the wallet and go.

And in our time, it was necessary to get permission, a lot of permissions.

Permission to read materials from scientific foundations, permission to visit the archive, permission to access handwritten materials. Permission to use old maps, permission to use space and aerial images, not to mention permission to use a metal detector.

There were a lot of problems with him. The usual permit usually took time to get from 1 to 3 months. But with a metal detector, it was an ode ... 3-5-7 years old ... just write the rationale and get the refusal. Until one day they allowed ... the truth is only in places not connected with already open historical places.

In this regard, I was lucky that I compiled a map of historical artifacts, out of 470 of them, only 15 were included in the register of cultural heritage monuments and the rest were ignored.

Well, this is understandable, in order to prove their importance as monuments, it was necessary to conduct research, to obtain evidence of their existence in historical times.

But there is no money for these studies. Therefore, I was able to get permission.

Having access to information, it was necessary to shovel books, manuscripts, ancient road workers, old topographic maps, new topographic maps for that period of time, space and aerial images. Process them, find "marks" in them, these can be names of geographical places, streams, rivers, mountain gorges, mountain peaks or mountain passes, names of villages. Previously, they existed and now they are no longer in sight.

I often repeat myself, but this is in order to better understand myself ...

"yeah, yeah, Dara thought!"

So ... having gathered all the materials and tools in one place, I proceeded to research. I needed to organize all the data. To break them into eras, to trace trade routes, through which points they went, what these points were called. And here I will allow myself to move away a bit, temporarily from the main topic of our discussion.

"Damn it, scientists, they all speak scientific, formal, language ... they confuse, speak simpler, flashed through Dara's head ..."

And to be simpler ...

 "as if he reads my thoughts thought Dara!"

... then, you need to pay attention to what language the geographical name was ... sometimes it had "Sogdian roots", sometimes "Aramaic", sometimes "Sanskrit", often Mongolian, occasionally Arabic, very rarely Chinese, more common Persian, Bactrian ...

Here you need to understand that if there were nearby the same names of geographical objects, in the same language, it was an occasion to think, and not "is it a label"?

Then translate the name of the object into a modern language. And here it was still necessary to take into account that the language has changed over the centuries and even millennia. And what used to be the "Sea" is now understood as the "River." So, you need to look for dictionaries of ancient words, ancient languages, consult with linguists, philologists, archaeologists, ethnographers ... this time. The last words they say are etymologists. They are experts in the history of language development.

Bored? Yes! Surely! But I, as a researcher, really liked the process itself, communication, I learned new things about my country, about neighboring countries, about how society developed ...

"But what about the result?" He asked, Dara.

And what is the result? He was! Very interesting!

"Interesting"? "And what about the money?"

Well ... there was money too ... but this is secondary, we are interested in the scientific result itself!

"ahhh, everything is clear with him ... one more nunchy geek" Dara thought with regret ... "damn it and even in these distant mountains, I happened to meet such a geek ..."

"Do not shadow the rubber, idiot ... let's say that I found and how"? !!!!!

So, having learned the "Label", I begin to search for data on it, what was mined nearby, what was grown, what was sold, and with whom, in what year.

And here the fun begins!


"Interesting, how is it ... for you a scientific geek it is interesting, but for ordinary people boring ..." you fool, I ask him about what money can be made for, but he tells me a story for 60 centuries! " !!!

Baka !!!!

The most interesting ... is the search for trade routes, routes, determining directions and then roads !!! It is on the roads that we can find old coins ... of different eras.

Sometimes they just lie in the sand and sometimes you need to dig 20-40 cm ... sometimes the signals come from 80 cm depth. Here, if the terrain allows, you can drive an excavator ... well, if not, dig it yourself ... if the soil is rocky .. then this is generally the work ...

Personally, I found the most coins on the roads ... from the Sun empire to the Tang empire, the Bossu empire, and of course, many coins from the first and second empires ... sometimes you can see Arab coins of the Abbasid dynasty era. Less commonly Macedonian coins.

Knives, sabers, lead bullets, cartridges, the remains of rifles and double-barreled guns. Last probably

The latter probably have a more modern history. It was them who were buried there by poachers who hunt wild boars and wolves at night ... and in the morning they blow electric fish into small ponds. When the guard fish rides, they bury their guns in the sand ... and maybe then they have no way to quickly find and dig them.

In those places, and this is the foothill plain, there are often floods of the river, and it fills the ravines and from there spreads through the desert ... therefore, the iron in those places quickly rusts.

Mountains of Light, they are located in the south of a large river, they are separated by large ravines, then a foothill plain, in the west there is a "fiery desert", in the east a "Waterless steppe", in the north there is a large river and a boundless steppe and in the south it limits it " gold-bearing river. "

The Light Mountains region itself ...

"Eeeee, good, here I'll drive a blizzard, let's say the methodology and what and where I've found, I'm damn not at a scientific congress" !!!! Yelled, Dara, having lost all patience and eastern respect for elders !!!!!!

Well, young man, no need to rush ...

... the technique is simple ... but also difficult ...

"Damn .... simple and difficult, is it an axymoron?" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

The "Great Blood Origin Spell" was one of the Three Thousand Great Dao which Wang Ling had mastered with average proficiency. One of its sub-abilities was called "blood origin trace," which could accurately trace bloodlines. To put it directly… it was DNA identification.
During the Spirit Energy era, the way many people inherited ancient legacy in fact depended mostly on bloodlines. The Great Blood Origin Spell had been popular at that time, and cultivators unafraid of danger would go deep into the ancient tombs of previous cultivators to find such a legacy and obtain a huge boost in their realms within a short period of time.
Now, however, the state had already ordered a ban on such methods of legacy inheritance, since the risk involved was considerable and there was a possibility of contracting a blood disease. Back then, Huaxiu nation's first-generation leaders had even specially gathered together these cultivators who had inherited legacies in such a reckless way to denounce them publicly over the crime of "opportunistic reactionary cultivation."
Previous generations of leaders had always felt that no matter how strong or weak one's gift was, one should rely on their own efforts to build up their cultivation step-by-step. Depending on corrupt cultivation practices was absolutely not the right way!
Hence, after that, the use of the Great Blood Origin Spell waned. It was strictly banned by the state, thereby becoming a prohibited spell. The number of people in the world who could use this spell, apart from Wang Ling who had learned it while he was still in the womb, could be counted on one hand.
Now, Wang Ling occasionally used this spell to identify the innate gifts of the people around him, since bloodlines could also reflect talent.
When he was a child, he had always thought that there should in fact be someone like him, a person who had been born with a "silver spoon" in his mouth.
Unfortunately, to this day… he hadn't found anyone similar to him.
He had been aware of the results of the "blood origin trace" on Dopey since entering school.
Dopey was in fact not a common parrot. Though it had hidden it very well, Wang Ling had still found out.
To be exact, it was a hybrid parrot with many noble bloodlines.
Through the blood origin trace, Wang Ling had seen the following species in its blood: the kunpeng[1], the nine-headed bird[2], the four-eyed bird[3], the vermilion bird[4], the bifang[5]… oh, by the way, there was also a Pidgey[6].
Who the heck knew what Dopey's parents had gone through before its birth? Of course, Wang Ling didn't want to know… the one thing he could be sure of, though, was that this mix of so many bloodlines had granted Dopey a unique ability.
Under normal circumstances, Hero Guo wouldn't have Dopey reveal its ability in public, otherwise he would inevitably be suspected of playing tricks.
But now that Super Chen had called his reputation into question, Hero Guo felt it was necessary for him to reveal his hand.
He winked at Dopey… actually, this boy and bird had already come to a clear agreement long ago concerning their private and public affairs: under watchful eyes in public, Dopey would give its owner face as necessary; after they returned home, Hero Guo would have to give up this false Master of Dopey appearance in private and pay the price for his public glory by becoming a shit-shoveling officer[7].
These complex feelings between boy and bird gave Wang Ling a sense of déjà vu. Something worth mentioning which other people were probably unaware of… was that Dopey was female. Wang Ling had already silently realized this; he just didn't want to say anything.
"Students, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Old Antique skipped cheerfully over to them. He had said only a few words before his wristwatch shrilled with a call. When he looked at the caller ID, he immediately waved at them, a high color to his cheeks. "Excuse me, I'll have to keep you waiting a little longer!~" Saying that, he ran eagerly to one side to receive the call.
Old Antique being this lively was already beyond everyone's comprehension…
Nice timing, while Old Antique answered the phone, it was a good opportunity to figure out what on earth was going on with him!
"There is nothing in this world that this master doesn't know!" While speaking, Hero Guo gingerly pulled out one of Dopey's feathers, causing its pure white, slightly plump body to tremble for an instant.
"What is that for?" Feather Lin asked confusedly.
"This is the Names Fortune Skill; it requires a feather from Dopey. As long as I the master hold this feather, look at the person in question and repeat their name three times, I'll know their fortune based on the color which the feather changes into," Hero Guo said with a mysterious air.
Dopey silently rolled its eyes at Hero Guo: First, you spray this boss with your spit, now you want this boss to cooperate with you in your pretentious act… hehe, when we return home, you're going to get it!
What Names Fortune Skill… Hero Guo made this spell sound so marvelous, when in fact, generally speaking, it was just fortune-telling.
The crucial point was that this wasn't his ability, but Dopey's own special ability.
In Wang Ling's opinion, though, this ability wasn't worth much even if it was created from the combination of the bloodlines of several legendary birds.
All in all, however, the assessment results should be accurate. At least, it would be way better than the roadside soothsayers who grabbed people to say, "Benefactor, there is evil between your eyebrows, you will definitely encounter a bloody calamity!"
Rubbing the feather in his hand, Hero Guo mouthed Old Antique's real name three times, and everyone saw that white, spotless feather instantly turn pink.
"A pink feather?" Hero Guo stared at the feather with an astonished expression.
Lotus Sun gave the pink feather a cursory look and asked, "A pink feather… what does it stand for?"
Hero Guo was already well-versed in the symbolic meanings of the feather's colors, but for this color to appear in relation to Old Antique… to be honest, he really hadn't anticipated it at all.
Thinking of Old Antique's jubilant attitude earlier, as he bounced and skipped around, plus this key pink feather, the answer already seemed obvious. "A pink feather means luck in love. Old Antique has… fallen in love!"
"Oh, so it's because he's fallen in love…" It was mere realization at first.
After a moment of dead silence, an earth-shaking roar immediately burst out.
— What the f**k?!
Fallen?! In?! Love?!
This ageless Old Antique who only knew how to eat latiao was actually beginning to arrange flowers in his antique vase?!
"…"
Super Chen, Lotus Sun and Feather Lin all felt that it was inconceivable.
"… Is your feather reliable or not?" Super Chen asked again dubiously.
"Shit! You still don't believe me?"
"I just think it's a little too unreal! Fortune-telling using a bird feather, thinking about it, it's too unscientific," said Super Chen.
Wang Ling: "…" So, you think a bird feather changing colors is very scientific?
Super Chen was a very skeptical person and liked to split hairs a lot, especially when it came to old superstitions.
In order to verify the authenticity of this feather fortune-telling, Super Chen rudely pulled out another one of Dopey's feathers.
This time, it hurt enough that Dopey twitched hard and gave Hero Guo a look as it gnashed its teeth, even though it had no teeth to gnash…
It didn't care who it was that pulled out its feather; in the end, it would blame everything on Hero Guo…
Hero Guo: "What do you want?"
"Come on, our Comrade Master of Dopey! Find another person's fortune to read." Super Chen placed the bird feather in Hero Guo's hand.
Hero Guo silently curled his lips; he then looked at Feather Lin and recited her name three times. The bird feather turned dark red.
It was related to her fortune, after all, so Feather Lin was a little nervous. "This color, what does it mean?"
Hero Guo carefully discerned the color of the feather and quickly read its message. "This red feather symbolizes fire on the body, so recently you had to be careful of fire and had to stay away from places that have them."
Feather Lin looked astonished. "… This is too accurate!"
Just last week, the gay fanfiction that she had painstakingly collected over the years had been discovered by her father, who had burned them all.
Super Chen skeptically pulled another feather from Dopey's body. "Come on, read my fortune."
"…" This feather was from Dopey's belly, where its flesh was the most tender; it was so painful it made all of its feathers stand up.
Wang Ling even saw a crystal tear form in the corner of its eye…
Helpless, Hero Guo read Super Chen's fortune and saw that the feather had turned blue. He sighed and said, "You had to stay away from water in the last month."
Super Chen also showed his surprise. "… It really is accurate!" He remembered when he had been at the swimming pool last week and had gotten a cramp in his leg while swimming. If it hadn't been for the lifeguard, who had parted the water with one palm… he felt he might have died.
"Now do you believe me?" Hero Guo felt rather helpless.
At this very moment, Old Antique returned after talking endlessly on the phone, looking even more radiant than before.
"Students, your teacher has good news to share with you."
Standing in front of everyone, he didn't hide his ecstasy at all. "Teacher has found you a teacher's wife!"
Students: "…"
Wang Ling: "…" Then, what was the point of plucking out the feathers?
Dopey: "…" Psycho! You think I don't need face?!
[1] The 'kunpeng' is a giant bird in Chinese mythology
[2] One of the earliest forms of the Chinese phoenix.
[3] Yet another powerful, mythical bird in Chinese legend - each of its eyes contain two pupils, hence its name.
[4] One of the four mythological creatures of the Chinese constellations, it's described as a red bird perpetually covered in flames.
[5] The 'bifang' is a Chinese mythical bird named for the sound of its cry. It has one leg, a blue-green body with red spots and a white beak. Considered an omen, each time the bifang is sighted, a fire will break out.
[6] Pidgey is a bird Pokémon
[7] Pet owners jokingly refer to themselves as 'shit-shoveling officers' to show their devotion to their pets as they have to clean up after them.


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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