"All of me belongs to him...and him alone.
As long as he's not letting go of this shackle...I am forever his.

This is my- our story".

Everything seemed normal, a student’s life , childhood friend, all that was great but its going to touch something else to our dear protagonist

After the banquet, everyone knew better than to disturb Wang Zheng and Aina. The international situation was very tense. This was the time when danger and opportunities co-existed. Yan Xiaosu and Ye Zisu didn't want to miss out on this opportunity and therefore busied themselves with it.
Wang Zheng and Aina completely ignored the disputes of the outside world as they enjoyed this space of their own, breathing the air of freedom and love. Wang Zheng was in a great place since he was with Aina. He thought it might be short-lived, but he realized that he was immersed in it. Aina seemed to be constantly nourishing his state.
Aina had the same feeling ever since they joined their bodies. Her spiritual world had become clearer. She thought at first that it was because Tita was filled with nature and vitality. Of course, it was no longer the natural state when she felt the breath of nature.
She could feel the trees beckoning her, the wind praising her beauty, and the welcoming earth, overflowing with vitality and nourishing her body. Everything was so intimate. Tita really liked her. 
This was an important manifestation towards the spirit according to the Atlanteans. In actual fact, the Atlanteans had proved that it was unrealistic, that the pure spirits couldn't exist. However, the spiritual realm was supreme and able to magnify power to an incredible state. Aina was the miracle of humans, this power had just been sealed away. She could have broken through if she was a warrior faced with constant life and death. The Atlanteans felt it would be difficult for her to achieve it in her normal life. Aina concurred. She herself wasn't very eager to explore that mysterious power, nor did she have much ambition. She felt that a person with too much power would ignore the weak. It wouldn't be something good to cultivate as someone who was going to rule over Aslan's future.
She had broken through unexpectedly, obviously because of "that". Aina reddened. Having a breakthrough because of that was simply too embarrassing, but this intimacy with nature felt really good.
"Dear Xiao Shi, I feel your ability is really special. You are the second one that I've seen with such an ability." Wang Zheng smiled. He already had keen insight now that he had crossed the threshold of Heaven-rank. 
"Oh, who's the first? Tell me so that I can get to know her. Don't worry, I won't be jealous!" Aina said.
"That can't do. I'll be jealous. That guy's the typical tall, rich, and handsome type. He has been snatching my limelight ever since we met each other." Wang Zheng shook his head violently.
"I don't believe it. Don't tease me. You are the Greatest King, the leader of Saruman Snake, who dares to snatch your limelight?" Aina smiled.
"Xie Yuxin has greater innate ability than me. I just don't know what he's thinking most of the time," Wang Zheng said gently.
Aina laid in Wang Zheng's arms. "Don't be too worried. Your friends are outstanding and have their own lives to lead. They will make the right decisions."
"Haha, I've been seen through by you. My mistake. Xiao Shi, shall we play a game?"
"Sure, but that's quite difficult. I'm smarter than you, but you are stronger than me physically. How can we play so that it's fair?" Aina smiled playfully, with an I'm-not-afraid-of-you stance. 
"I'm the student of Alan Tucker after all. Moreover, as an upright man, how can I take advantage of you!"
"Hmph, you've taken all the advantage of me, how dare you deny it!"
Wang Zheng felt the beast in him awaken as he stared at his love. He knew Aina was teasing him, but a real man couldn't give up. How could he be looked down upon by the woman he loved?
"We'll compete in swimming without using our abilities, in cooking, and in drawing. The one who wins two rounds wins!" Wang Zheng smiled. He just wanted to see Aina in her swimsuit Aina in water was even more alluring.
"Drawing? How are we going to compete?"
"Simple, you draw me and I draw you. Whoever draws better wins. Of course, we shouldn't be burdened in these beautiful surroundings, we should be as natural as possible!"
Aina finally knew what he was gunning for…
In the Oracle Star, someone who had really become a beast was kneeling on the ground with a peaceful and devout expression.
Sharjah nodded. "Great Elder, the success rate of copying is not high. I divided the experiment into two stages. The first stage needed young and vigorous bodies of no more than thirty with strength above the Earth-rank. They also had to have wood properties and an outstanding phagocytic ability. A balance must be struck between Ability X and the person's physical techniques - only then is it possible to pass the first stage. There's a critical point here, that is the subjects have to possess a strong desire to become a new species. The second stage involves the branding on life. This is in the field of bioengineering at least a hundred years away from our current technology. The rough estimate of the success rate is about 1 in 100,000." 
Constantine started at Sharjah unblinkingly, judging whether he was telling the truth. The Thirteenth Elder nodded. This was tantamount to eliminating the chances of their transformation. The odds of 1 in 100,000, a ridiculous ratio. However, it was really difficult to find people who met all the criteria. Only these two weirdos were voluntary.
Constantine stared at the Abyssal Zergs and then turned towards Lear. "Give me a reason to allow you to live."
Sharjah's body trembled. The moment of life and death had arrived. Constantine only gave Lear such a chance because of what he had said. If not, he would have been dead. A newborn Lear was definitely no match for Constantine.
Lear smiled without any fear. "A king is great not because of his own strength, but because he knows how to use his pawns. I'm a monster, a monster that doesn't want to be known by others. The great Aslan Empire wants to conquer the Milky Way Alliance and the Abyss, and even what's beyond the Milky Way. I can be a vanguard and a shadow. I can do things that Aslan cannot do openly as long as you give me a chance. I know very well that a monster can never appear in the light."
Lear's words were contradictory but very clear. He might have become a monster, but he didn't want others to know about it. He still desired the life of a normal human, but the Milky Way Alliance would never allow a monster to exist. This was a dead knot, so Lear's fate was in the hands of Aslan. His ability to control the Zergs was indeed special, which could be of great use in the future. For example, sneaking the Zergs behind the enemies.
Constantine wasn't moved. "What do you want?"
As the Emperor, he obviously knew there was no love or hate without reason in this world.
Lear's eyes showed a hint of remorse and even anger. "I want the Solar System, I want those who looked down on me to regret!"
Lear's expression was savage and uncharacteristic of him. The murderous intent was exposed from his body, and his body became somewhat deformed. He seemed to have gotten a little out of control. Constantine gently pressed him and his murderous intent dissipated instantly.
Lear shuddered and squatted. "Your Majesty, I wasn't trying to be disrespectful to you…"
Constantine smiled. "I understand. Remember your words today. I've given you a new chance at life. Your life is the Aslan Empire's. Sharjah, you'll service Lear from henceforth. Awaken his complete power as soon as you can."
"Yes, Great Elder," Sharjah squealed in excitement. He could do it as long as he had resources. 
"Thank you for giving me this chance. I'll bring Wang Zheng in front of you once I have the power to. To kill him is my greatest wish!"
Constantine smiled in response. "I await that day." He knew that Wang Zheng had taken everything Lear had. Of course, those weren't Lear's in the first place, but Lear wasn't one to think that way. That was why he was so bigoted, and such people put him at ease when using them.
Lear continued kneeling on the ground until the Great Elder and the Thirteenth Elder were gone. No one could see his face, which was so calm…
That spur of the moment just now was just to reinforce to Constantine that he was a monster and was easy to control…


He received a genetic score of 28... completely disqualifying him from applying to military college!
He helped deliver a friend's love letter... and fell into a lake becoming infamous for dying for love!
His very first gift... warped him into a brutal training simulation!
However he perserved through all these trials! Our Dear Student Wang Zheng has finally started his lucky(?) university life!
This is the song of a blood boiling and exciting storm! The most ferocious and heated mecha adventure around is finally here!
TL Note: This is a novel about doing the impossible, seeing the invisible. Follow along for a ride across the universe!
TL;DR: Not Shakespeare, not complex, but fun and easy to read. Come support! 
As the translator, I've enjoyed translating this novel and I hope to bring the essence of what the author has tried to portray into the chapters you will read.
To sum it up in 3 words: Mechs! Explosions! Science!
To be perfectly honest, this novel is about your typically overpowered protagonist who does get looked down from time to time but always overcomes the odds with his own special power. He's abit more mature having grown up on his own and just a littttttttle bit dense.
Although it always ends up with him winning, it always happens in an interesting (subjective) and fun way that makes me enjoy reading this.
The novel has elements of lighthearted comedy from time to time and I do chuckle at how direct the humor is.
It's not as smart as say WMW nor does it weave an intricate story much like Ergen's novels. More importantly, its fun and it doesn't try to hide it.


After being called by Lin Qingxue, Su Lin shook and instinctively stood and knew that he was discovered by the class teacher Lin. However, Su Lin thought about it. The class bell just rang, and now he is already in the school. It shouldn't be late, so he turned over and looked at Lin Qingxue, who was walking on high heels. I immediately stunned, and my heart sighed: "Mr. Lin..."

"Su Lin, look at it, what time is it now? The class bells have been played. How did the teacher tell you yesterday? Let you not be late again, don't be late again, now the last month is left from the college entrance examination. Look at the other classmates in the class, they are all eager to go to the class to read early at 5 or 6 o'clock, but you can't even get to school on time..."

Lin Qing snow screamed, two jade jade hands in the waist, hate iron is not steel to the face of Su Lin temper, "try to pay and harvest is directly proportional, Su Lin, you are so eager to learn, how can progress, you can continue this way Even the schools in this two are not tested..."

It is indeed a shame to be taught by the teacher in charge of the class teacher, but I also need to see what the teacher is. If it is an old school with a face-to-face teaching, or a menopausal woman who is screaming, it is really difficult.

However, Lin Qingxue, the teacher of the class teacher of Surin, has just graduated from normal school for two or three years. Twenty-five and five years old is a woman who has completely progressed from a young age to a mature age, and Lin Qingxue is also dressed in order to maintain the majesty of the teacher in charge of the class teacher. Deliberately taking the mature route, they are all combinations of professional suit shirts and high heels.

"In fact, Lin's body is still very good, bumpy, black stockings wrapped in beautiful legs, if you can touch it, it must be very..."

While being told by Lin Qingxue, Surin was able to think about it, so that Lin Qingxue had already discovered that Su Lin looked at his own eyes and coughed. "Su Lin, where is your eye looking? The teacher is talking to you. Are you listening seriously? Do you really want the teacher to ask your parents to come?"

"Don't stop... Teacher Lin, I know it is wrong. I must... I must study hard to ensure that I will not be late again. Teacher Lin, I have to go to class... I... I went to the classroom first..."

As usual, after Surin had a guarantee without guarantee, he immediately ran to the classroom.

"Su Lin...you..."

It's really nothing to take Su Lin, and Lin Qingxue just sighed with a sigh of relief. In fact, as the class teacher of the high school (2) class, every classmate in the class gave her best efforts to help. In her opinion, although Su Lin's current performance is not so good, it is a test of more than 400 points. The last three books, but Surin is not stupid, on the contrary, the savvy is particularly high, that is, not enough effort, if you work hard, you may be able to attend two colleges.

Therefore, Su Lin of the crane tail scores became the target of Lin Qingxue's key care before the college entrance examination. It is not that she wants to find Su Lin all day long. She really wants to make Su Lin's achievements even higher.

"Lin, how are you late today? Didn't you meet Teacher Lin?"

When I arrived at the class, I saw that Surin came so late, and Li Hao, the same party and the party, said with gloating. "Isn't Lin said last time? If you are late, you will call your parents."

"Call... The luck is not good enough, and I was told by Teacher Lin. Fortunately, Teacher Lin did not ask me to ask the parents, otherwise my mother must have licked my skin..."

Su Lin glanced at Li Hao and put the bag into the drawer. He sat down and said to Li Hao, "Don't tell me, Hao Zi, you can't go anywhere, you will have a college entrance exam soon, let us What are the results of the two, what should I do after the college entrance examination?"

Looked at the same table Xue Hao that fat, round, Su Lin could not help but take a look at Li Hao's belly, "you look at your big belly, even if you want to go to work in Dongguang Province, no one Yes."

"Who is going to work? My dad said, wait for me to graduate from high school, or go to some professional secondary school for a few years, or go straight home to do business with him... work? It is to make money for others. I don't want to do that loss business? It's a forester, or do you want to do business with me?"

"I? I... I am looking at it! I will say it after the college entrance examination..."

Mentioned the future of this problem, Su Lin can not help but also lost a bit, his half-watering academic performance, even if admitted to the university is also a high-priced three schools, the home is not for their own problems are still a problem, it is difficult to graduate from high school Do you really go to work directly in the future? Thinking of this, Surin has some reluctance. When I think of junior high school, Su Lin is still a top student, otherwise I will not be admitted to this Jian'an one.


It's just because high school has slacked off for three years, so Surin's performance has been so dead and dead.

Looking around the class, Surin found that in addition to himself and Li Hao, other students were working hard to read early, either to recite English words or to recite ancient poetry. The eyes swept, and Surin looked at the best students in the class. They were basically 100% able to get into a key university, and they couldn't help but envy them. Surin knows that after the college entrance examination, the fate of themselves and theirs will be turned upside down.

The days have passed and passed, what can happen after the college entrance examination, Su Lin is also an upset every time he thinks. My parents are old, and the family's economic situation is not good. For the future, Surin is really confused.

"Hey! Surin... I paid yesterday's English composition. The group leader of your group took everyone else's. You are late again today. The whole class is worse. I will pay it quickly. I will take it to the office." The teacher corrected."

Going to Surin and holding a bunch of texts is the squad leader of the high school (2) class and the class flower Qin Qinran, because Qin Haoran is still a representative of the English class, responsible for receiving English homework, so this went to the front of Surin. Urgent work.

In fact, Qin Haoran is not only the class flower of the high school (2) class, but also the school flower of the entire Jian'an No.1 Middle School. The sweet appearance and excellent achievements make her both the teacher's palm and the dream girl in the school. Today, Qin Haoran wore a light white dress, white stockings connected to the soles of the feet, stepping on a pair of cute little cloth shoes, black hair tied into a ponytail, shaking his head and gently slamming, the air suddenly added one more The stocks are faint and fragrant.

"Ah? English composition? I... Sorry, the squad leader, I... I forgot to do it, can I... pay it later! I will make up immediately, it will take ten minutes, ten minutes will not work? I will give it to you before class."

Su Lin patted his head, and he remembered doing his homework. He had to ask Qin Qinran for help.

"Lin, this method is too old-fashioned. I want to attract the attention of our class by not doing English homework. It is doomed to fail. Because my brother has tried countless times, this can only be exchanged for Lin. The opportunity for tea in the teacher's office."

At the same table, Li Hao was on the side of a hippie smile, eyes peeked at Qin from time to time. After all, this is the goddess in the minds of the boys in the school, but I have never seen anyone who has received a glimpse of Qin Haoran.

"Dead Haozi, you don't mess up. Master squad, I will do it right away, do it right away... Don't tell Mr. Lin, or I will die..."

When I was late in the morning, I was trained by Teacher Lin. If I let Lin know that I didn't do my homework in a while, I am afraid that Teacher Lin will call Su Lin's family and call Surin's parents.

"Then I will wait for you for another ten minutes, Surin, hurry up."

Qin Haoran just said a faint sentence, then he turned back to his seat with his homework and continued reading. It is so cold, Qin Haoran is almost this attitude to any boy, no matter what the boy did in order to pursue her, she is not moving, and will not say anything more than any boy.

"Look! Lin Zi, I have said that this method does not work, I want to pursue school flowers? It is a joke in our Jian'an."

"Go! Let's die, I really forgot to do my homework. Tell me, what is the English essay topic requirement yesterday?"

"You really didn't do it? It doesn't hurry... Yesterday's English essay topic is assuming that you are Li Hua, I hope to find an English pen pal through foreign teacher Peter. Please write a text message describing the conditions of your ideal pen pal, And explain why you choose such a pen pal..."

"How is Li Hua again? This Li Hua is really busy enough..."

Su Lin was a headache when he heard the title of this English composition, but he had to write a headache! I had to look for the word-finding type while flipping through the word, and at the same time, it was about ten minutes or so. I put a ten-character sentence with only one or two sentences of English composition.

"Hey...Linzi, you said that the boys in our class are really empty guarding Baoshan, occupying the advantages of time and place, but they can't get the moon in the water. Let the squad leader be such a big beauty can't help..."

Li Hao looked at Qin's seat in front of the seat and sighed. There was really a sense of sigh. Don't look at his performance is not good, but it is a way to speak, it is a set.

When Su Lin heard Li Hao's words, he reviewed the high school time of three years. It seems that this is really the case. Although Qin has been the class squad leader for three years, the school's activities are also actively participating. The boys who are in contact can be said to be two to three times as many as ordinary girls, not to mention the boys who come to the school to express their confession.

But there are so many boys, Qin Haoran actually did not have a look, not to say that, even there is no one to see, so Qin Haoran also has the title of "Ice Beauty" school flower.

"I don't want to talk about our class, other classes, the people in the school. For example, the basketball team's Luo Tian, ​​and the small fighter Wang Shenshen, which one does not mean to our squad leader? But there is no one, you 瞅瞅The squad leader's little hand, and the crisp chest, if I can touch it, oh... let me take the college entrance examination and I'm very willing..."

Li Hao continued to be obscenity and said that Su Lin was amused by him: "I see that your college entrance examination is very different from the less exams?"

Although it was said in the mouth, but looking at Li Hao's eyes, Su Lin could not remove his eyes from Qin Haoran's body. That beautiful and refined figure, because Qin Qin is reading English early, with a word and a word from her mouth, the ups and downs of the chest, so that Su Lin watched the heartbeat speed up, the whole body of blood is a little boiling .

"Ten minutes have arrived, is your English composition written by Surin? If you haven't finished it, I can't wait for you."

When the ten-minute time arrives, Qin Haoran will be able to walk again and walk down, holding a stack of English texts on his chest and saying.

"Write... Write it..."

Because Surin had just stared at Qin's chest, until Qin Xiaoran came to his own face, so now he has some guilty conscience and stands up and handed over his own text.

However, in the moment when Qin Haoran took over the text, Su Lin remembered the magical phenomenon that he was suspended by the school at the school gate this morning, so he immediately called in the interview: "Time... pause!"

A spirit, Surin immediately discovered that, like the situation at the school gate, the time in the entire classroom was suspended by himself. Everyone except himself was still, motionless.

"Time... actually stopped again!"

Pausing time, turning back time, reversing times of specific objects/person, and even predicting the future…

Taking advantage now that Su Lin has control of time within his grasp. Being able to stop time; can dodge incoming attack and avoid mishaps, Su Lin is steered clear of harm’s way. Reversing time; can forever never regret, no need to overthink when acting. Inverting time of specific object/person; can repair any object and heal any person, Su Lin becomes a miracle doctor. Predicting the future; can hide from natural disasters, can buy the winning lottery tickets and stocks, listening to Su Lin is always right.

A lot of gazes are directed towards two high school students as they walk towards school.  

Fellow citizens cowered in fear, making way for high school students to pivot through. With eyes that screamed malice, an ominous presence was emitted. 

It seemed like they had planned a crime, and with crooked smiles, it looked as if they were executing the plan already. 

"Fujiwara. It's early but isn't it empty here?" 

"I was thinking the exact same, maybe it's just gotten a little colder, don't you think?" 

"Fujiwara, let me reaffirm myself. You haven't forgotten the plan, right? 

I turn my head to match his gaze with my twisted facial expression.

"Hey, hey. Do you know who you're talking to? Do you honestly think royalty as I could possibly forget?" he replies back. 

We unconsciously kept our facial expressions throughout the stroll until we arrived. 

***

Entering the school building, we notice that it's empty in the halls. Not a single trace of humans is seen. 

We proceed to our classroom with firm steps. No one is inside, thankfully. 

We go to our own benches. Shun's bench is the one in front of me. 

The atmosphere in the classroom is heavy but it breaks as soon as Shun drags his bench to connect his with mine. 

However, silence is built up because we get overwhelmed by that remaining fact... 

The silence breaks.

"Daichi! Are we doing it? Right here, right now?!

I agree with nodding.

"Yeah! Shun, it's time."

We grab our pencils and simultaneously swallow our saliva. Our scary foe is right in front of us. 

"WE'RE DOING THIS, DAICHI. WE'RE SCRAPING THROUGH THIS."

He screams. I follow up by letting out a battle cry. 

"Daichi, we're doing this until our hands fall off." 

I can see flames in his eyes.

"If I die, tell my parents that I love them!"

You're the one supposed to do that, hey.

Yes. Our foe was the scary, almighty English assignment that we hadn't done. 

"Shun, we fin... We finally did it..." 

He murmurs and it looked like he had lived through a century. I see tears flowing.

I don't blame him though, I'm exhausted. No, exhausted would be an understatement. My body is slowly withering. 

We both rest on our benches.

"Shun."

It takes all my energy just to raise my head. 

"Yeah?" 

"My wrists... they're aching so badly. I think I'm on the verge of amputating them real soon.

Are you hearing what you're saying? I couldn't help but chuckle. 

We hear sounds coming from the hall. I look at the time and realize that there are only a couple of minutes left until class starts. We barely scraped through.

Shun drags his bench back to his former spot. 

The classroom is getting filled by the students. 

Shun gets greeted by classmates, the same as usual. As for me who doesn't interact with anyone during school, I'm alone. It's my ordinary yet trivial high school life. 

It's all noisy until Tachibana-sensei enters the classroom, the first period is English after all.

Shun turns around and strikes a thumbs up with a disgraceful smirk. 

***

The first period is over, and the English assignments were collected.

I feel the need to go to the toilet. 

When I head back I see that Shun isn't in the classroom. He must have gone somewhere probably. 

I couldn't care any less what he does in school, none of my business. I go back to my own seat and start minding my own business. 

The break is over and everyone quietly returns to their classroom. Shun isn't usually this late, coincidentally, he arrives shortly after I started to worry about him. 

He looks a bit troubled, I wonder what happened.

The teacher isn't here yet, I reach out to him.

"Fujiwara, what's wrong? You look troubled. Did you get scolded?"

"Hey, you're seriously associating me as a delinquent or something?" 

I look at him with an earnest look. 

"I didn't get scolded. It's just something else." 

"What is it?

"Nothing much, really."

This prick. Where can I refund my worries? I'm getting irritated. 

"If it's nothing much, what is it then? Stop being so f*cking shady and tell me already." 

"Whoa, your tongue really does not match your facade. Keep it down."

"I heard rumors about a transfer student from Europe. It's a woman from Sweden." 

Is that it? Really? I shouldn't even have bothered worrying. 

"A transfer student? That's it?"

"She could be hot, you know!"

"Who gives a damn?" 

"Well, I do!" 

I wonder sometimes, what goes through that thick-headed skull of yours?

"Why do you care so much about the transfer student? Because she's a foreign woman? Are you biased?" 

"You don't get the point, Akiyama. I can feel it."

"Feel what?"

"Spring is finally here, the youth's buds are blossoming."

Don't act like you studied philosophy, it's creepy.

"I feel sorry for you, you poor soul. Not being able to fantasize about romance must be hard. Akiyama, it's fine. Surely, you will find your romance. I believe in you."

Shut up. That condescending tone especially from you... It's agitating. 

He gestures with his finger, wiping his eyes. This guy is seriously pissing me off. 

"You don't even know the woman, how do you know she's going to agree to date you let alone talk to you?" 

"There's no need for your concern. I'll lure her in by my own means." 

Have I gone deaf, or am I hearing things? I knew he had his interests, but this goes to another level.

He smirks and laughs like a villain.

Yep. This guy is a ridiculously horny bastard, he is in need of medical help.

Akiyama Daichi, a high school sophomore, dreading society and life. 

Growing up in difficult circumstances, he didn't get to experience lots of things. What he do have experience in is getting "cut off". Cut off of society, friends, relationships. With no one on his side, all he could do was to indulge in himself. 

Getting to know that his presence was enough to make people question his existence, it made him desperate for validation and affirmations.

Eventually, he ended up questioning his life as well. Becoming a void, Akiyama lives life nonchalantly. 

"To live life or to live my life. What's the difference?"

A story about a youngster experiencing adolescence, one of his worst experiences if not the worst. 

Despite being hopeless, he clings to hope and continues his road to live life in search of something.

Will he ever find what he's looking for?


I didn't do the cover and I can't find the artist. I'll remove it immediately if the artists wants me to.

Because of Iris Long's involvement in the international business conference, it unexpectedly gained huge attention from the general public. Most of the general folks usually didn't care about business events like this, but now they wanted to know more about it.

It pleased the Ministry of Commerce greatly, prompting them to use Iris Long's image more in promoting the international business conference across the country. Of course, Bright Summit was more than happy to cooperate.

Iris also didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed it. This opportunity would be helpful for the development of her own businesses later on.

Due to the increased attention, all the delegates became extra careful in how they conducted themselves. The Chinese delegates also went all out during their presentations, wanting to impress everyone. It wasn't only them who were feeling the pressure to perform their best. The foreign delegates also gave their A-game. Everyone suddenly became more enthusiastic in attracting the best deals and partnerships during this international business conference.

Iris Long was also now known throughout the nation as a talented polyglot. 

On the first day of the international business conference, she demonstrated her English and French language skills. On the second day, her Malay and Japanese skills. 

Now people were looking forward to what other languages she would interpret next during this five-day long business event. There were even betting pools set up across the country. They wagered on which other languages she would most likely interpret next or if the languages she demonstrated on the first and second days were already the limit to her skills.

They weren't disappointed.

On the third day, she interpreted in Greek and Korean. On the fourth day, Dutch and Hausa (an African language). And on the last day, Thai and Spanish.

So far, they now confirmed that she was skilled in ten languages in addition to Mandarin. Eleven languages in total. Make that twelve because some also remembered when she spoke Italian with Maestro Ludovico De Luca during her interview with Feng Jiu. So they knew that she could also speak in Italian.

However, there were many people who believed that she must know more than these twelve. Most of the Black Stars felt this way. But some were saying that any more than these twelve were already too much and quite impossible to believe.

Then some former classmates of Iris Long began voicing out their doubts. They were even interviewed and featured on several TV programs and newspapers.

"I'm finding it hard to believe that Iris Long suddenly became so smart. Although she didn't have the worst grades at school, she wasn't a good student either. She was frequently absent because of her showbiz work, but whenever she attended school, she almost always flunked our tests. It became normal for her to redo everything."

Then her previous school transcripts from middle school to high school were leaked by the media. All of her grades, except for Music, were ludicrously low.

It came to a point that her former school teachers and even principal were sought out for interviews.

"I'm retired now, so I think I'm free to say this. Miss Long was one of the most problematic students that I've ever experienced teaching in my entire career as a teacher. She never listened to me and had poor comprehension of our lessons. It also didn't help that she rarely went to school. I was so relieved when she graduated, although I'm still very confused as to how she managed to do that," her former Math teacher revealed.

"Miss Long had passable English when I taught her. Coming from a privileged family, she could speak English but nothing very impressive. Her grammar was also horrendous. She certainly didn't have the British accent she demonstrated during this year's international business conference. When I watched her interpreting in English at the conference on TV, I was so shocked. But I think that this is a good thing. Maybe my teachings from before finally sank in and she improved her English," her former English teacher said.

"As a principal, I am immensely proud to watch such a talented former student of my school become so successful. Although I admit that she got into trouble quite a few times—alright, many times—it's because I'm positive that she was in her rebellious phase that time. It's very typical for teenagers to rebel at her age back then," her former principal said.

These interviews plus Iris' unimpressive school transcripts puzzled a lot of people. They wondered why Iris suddenly changed so much. Many also remembered her previous notorious bratty, bitchy and diva-like attitude as a teenage pop singer.

Netizens widely discussed this matter online.

"She changed so much when she made her first comeback. Maybe she hit her head so hard during the car crash, went into coma, and then became a genius all of a sudden after waking up." 

"If that's really what happened, then maybe I should hit my head too. Will I become a genius too if I do that? I want to speak many languages like Iris Long too. So cool, man!"

"I've watched some documentaries before about comatose people waking up and then suddenly gaining the ability to speak many foreign languages. I don't know if that's what happened to Iris. But if so, then it's a medical miracle!"

TV programs became very interested in this topic. They even invited "experts" to discuss Iris' situation. There were psychologists, neurologists and a lot of other -ists who shared their "expert" opinions.

"Based on what we publicly know about Iris Long, she has a rather strong personality and had quite a turbulent childhood. It's well-known that her parents divorced when she was just a small child. She had also mentioned before that her parents weren't in good terms with each other. It's highly likely that Iris Long was already a born genius but because of her family situation and her own selfish attitude, she began rebelling to gain more attention and love from her parents. In this case, her rebellion was her form of defence mechanism in dealing with her family situation. Her rebellion masked her genius," a guest psychologist analyzed.

"So what you're saying is that Iris Long deliberately failed at school and pretended to be an idiot—please excuse my language—when she's really a genius just to get the attention of her parents? Isn't that too extreme?" the host asked.

"Yes, it is indeed extreme but it's actually very common among children of divorced parents. And we also need to take into account that the Longs are a wealthy family. Her father is the head of both the family and their business. I don't personally know Iris Long's parents, but I'm guessing that they were too busy with their own matters and careers to pay close attention to their daughter Iris Long. I'm guessing that even they had no idea that their own daughter is actually a born genius. I think it's quite sad, really."

The host nodded. "Then what could've prompted Iris Long to finally reveal that she's a genius all along? Can you explain it to us?"

"We all know that she got involved in that serious car accident—well, we shouldn't really call it an accident anymore because it had been already confirmed that it was attempted murder. That incident almost killed her, sending her into coma. Near-death experiences like that can really change people. After waking up from coma, I'm certain that she realized that life is precious so she began changing for the better. She stopped her rebellious attitude and behaviour, and is now finally beginning to embrace her real genius."

A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!

This novel is rated 18+ (no one 17 and under allowed). It contains mature adult themes, coarse language, explicit sexual content, and occasional graphic violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please do NOT read if you are under 18 or if you feel uncomfortable with any of these elements. 

And despite of what some of the negative reviews are claiming, there is NO rape in this novel. Many scenes are deliberately made uncomfortable (clear 18+ warning), but there is NO rape.

Also please remember that this is a work of "fiction". Thank you!

"As you wish, your highness." Baudelaire walked out of the temple and a green bridge appeared beneath his legs. He walked up to the Floating City one step at a time on the bridge, as devout as one on a pilgrimage.
Saleen saw that Baudelaire was dressed in a lavish, elegant robe and that his face was covered with an intricate mask. The mask was transparent, with a blank, deadpan face of the figure visible underneath.
Green holy prose coursed over the transparent mask, exuding a mystical charm.
The eyes of the figure were made from a pair of tiger-eye stones. Such low-level gems shone with a brilliant light over Baudelaire's face.
Baudelaire did not conceal the fact that he was a figure. He had used unknown means to get the adherents of Nature Faith to acknowledge him as the pope.
People who had been in contact with gods had all learned a trick or two. The tricks were either used for deception or salvation.
The green bridge was conjured using divine spells. Saleen did not know that the Goddess of Nature had once created such flashy yet practically useless divine spells. That might have actually been an invention of Baudelaire's. However, Saleen had to admit that the believers loved that scene very much.
The feeling of walking up to heaven, and the temptation of attaining eternity.
Baudelaire came before Saleen, kneeling to kiss Saleen's shoe.
Saleen did not feel any disgust over what he did, as Baudelaire was a devout follower. None of what he did there was seen by any of the 800 thousand believers below, but they were able to feel it nonetheless. The pope submitted before Saleen. Saleen behaved very in a very composed manner.
In other religions, such a scene would have wrought havoc. But then again, Saleen was the one who had established the entire Nature Faith in the first place, and every single believer knew that. 
Furthermore, with even more shocking scenes unfolding right before their eyes, what they saw right then did not surprise the believers all that much.
That was the subtle influence that Saleen had on his audience.
On that day, he shocked the believers with the advent of the Floating City. Baudelaire took the chance to channel his faith through Saleen, making his silhouette look even clearer in the minds of the believers.
"You've done well, Baudelaire," Saleen said to him in encouragement.
Baudelaire did not stand up. He simply straightened up while still kneeling and answered, "Your highness, I feel that now you have all the power you need to crush the Holy See."
Baudelaire was talking about the Floating City. The size of the city notwithstanding, what was more important was that every inch of the city's land could be used to craft equipment. 
It was extravagant to the extreme, yet such extravagance was played well. It exuded their weight and importance instead of only their wealth.
"Baudelaire, I know that you hold great enmity for the Holy See. But there are two level-12 oracles there, and they are from his divine kingdoms..."
Saleen looked at Baudelaire's demonic eyes and found the resentment and hatred within them to have considerably thinned since he last saw him. Baudelaire then lowered his head and said, "Your highness, I shall keep waiting then."
"Yes, you need to keep waiting." Saleen paused for a bit and sensed no ripple from Baudelaire's soul. He only continued after feeling that. "I've killed Theisio completely. I take it that you've gotten rid of the great head inquisitor, no?"
Baudelaire's body only shuddered as he said, "Indeed, I've completely eradicated the great head inquisitor. Not even the Divine Tablet spell would be able to save him."
He did not know what he felt when he heard news of Theisio's death. There was no way he could have asked to be allowed to exact revenge with his own hands.
While Theisio looked amicable and kind, the Tribunal had only been able to pull off all their unforgivable atrocities because the pope had given his silent permission.
Theisio had died, but Baudelaire had wanted to end him very, very much.
The Holy See had only regained its vigor over the past several decades because of Theisio. Because of him, the power of the Holy See had expanded significantly. Theisio had raised over 100 red-robed bishops by himself. While they were not extremely powerful, they were good at management and administrative work.
The Tanggulasi royalty had only been able to take back some of what was theirs after toiling for hundreds of years, all of which they lost again during Theisio's time as pope. Such was Theisio's worth. 
If he had not encountered Saleen, Theisio would have definitely become the greatest pope in history. However, was also the weakest in terms of combat capacity.
The previous pope had been at level-12 when he'd taken up the position.
Saleen did not care how Theisio died, but Baudelaire did. He had hoped to see Theisio die within Holy City, right before his devout believers and the red-robed bishops. Instead, he had died unceremoniously and silently.
"Your highness, I mean no offense, but I feel as if Theisio is still alive," Baudelaire blurted out all of a sudden.
"Maybe. If Theisio has methods to resurrect himself, there is nothing I would be able to do about it. But at the very least, he has already died once by my hand. The Holy See is truly a pain in the a**..." Saleen answered nonchalantly.
Baudelaire did not continue. Saleen was an astrologer, so Baudelaire's words put him on guard. The great head inquisitor had means of resurrecting, so why was Theisio, the leader of the Holy See, killed so easily by my hands?
Night fell. Pope Baudelaire and Saleen the Lightning King spent hours talking. Millions of seeds rained down from the Floating City, taking root, sprouting, blossoming, and finally, bearing fruit in Nature City.
When dawn came, Nature City was filled with the fresh scent of the red fruit.
It was the purest fruit of the Nature Faith, a favorite of the Goddess of Myers.
The Floating City hovered above Nature City for three days, sending down hundreds of thousands of demons. All of them were clad in temple knight armor as they joined Nature City's ranks.
Baudelaire gained his first bishop as well—a kind spirit.
It seemed to be a sign that the light of the Goddess of Myers was about to shine on other planes.
The spirit was a jade skeleton, was, of course, assigned from the Winged Skull's side. The Winged Skull had finished cordoning the seas off. Alchemy City had attempted to break through, but they were met with resistance from Grand Duke Iron Blood's fleet.
There was little left to the imagination when it came to naval battles. The power of the Ancient gave Alchemy City a hard time. Unless Alchemy City came to possess warships of similar class, the Ancient would simply be an insurmountable pass at sea.
The alliance between Grand Duke Iron Blood and Saleen was also a technical one. Restoration of the Ancient was one of the terms they'd laid out. Saleen had acquired dragons bred on Dragon Island, all manner of methods for taming dragons, as well as a large number of dragon eggs.
Grand Duke's investment paid off. Saleen released part of the Ancient's schematics to him. They, of course, had the manufacturing process of magic power furnaces omitted, but some technical aspects of building the magic net were included.
Laying out a magic net was costly. Without something like the Magical Element Tower present, a magic net was only good for defense and utterly incapable of being used for offense. 
Of course, it was possible to set up a magic net on the Ancient, but the warship was incapable of flight and was only able to sail on the sea.
Saleen had no fear of the grand duke using the Ancient against him. The grand duke was not that stupid. In the same way, Saleen would have been able to use the dragons against the grand duke.
Saleen sent his teacher back to Metatrin City after he finished with the affairs at Nature City, He then assigned Sika to his side.
Saleen was unable to continue looking for temples because he had two matters to address first. One of them was building a memorial where Pompeii City had once been. The other was giving Gaine the Star Gathering Needle in the Imperial City of the Abyss.
He was unable to delay with either, as Saleen had promised to meet Gaine at the Imperial City of the Abyss as soon as he reached level-10 as an astrologer.
It was fortunate that Saleen already had the Star Gathering Needle with him, so he did not need to spend more time locating one. As such, he decided to make a trip to Pompeii City.
On his way to Pompeii City, the number knights in the Nature Faith's corps expanded to 500 thousand strong, 400 thousand of which were demons. The number of human knights increased to about 100 thousand.
It was a very frightening rate of expansion. No religions had been able to expand at such a speed in Qin before.
Furthermore, Nature Faith's expansion seemed to be increasing. It was like a monster that kept bloating up, taking up more and more of northern Qin. Pope Theisio had perished, the Holy See's forces were crushed by the flood, all 49 of the red-robed bishops were dead, and the great head inquisitor was nowhere to be found.
All of that robbed the Holy See of their remaining powers in northern Qin, forcing them to retreat to Kroraina.
The Nature Faith absorbed the knights into their forces, preparing to retaliate.
Within Holy City, the church that had once belonged to the pope was gone, replaced with two towering buildings. The two oracles had moved two mountains and had the holy masters carve them out, building two churches that were near 1,000 meters in height.
The pope's chief of affairs, Sharjah, had taken over the position of the pope for the time being. Sharjah, who was armed with the Ring of Many Gods, could have become a supreme figure at one time. But given the return of the two oracles, he was once again made into a figurehead.
His use was only to serve as a temporary appointee within the codex.
Until the next pope was elected, Sharjah would wield the powers of the pope in the pope's place. However, Sharjah did not even have the right to appoint red-robed bishops. All of the new red-robed bishops were appointed by the two oracles.
Sharjah was vexed, yet there was nothing he could do about it. He was no match for the two oracles. Despite being pope, he was sent to Glorious City to investigate an important case from almost two years prior.
Glorious City had once served as the core of the Holy See. It had since fallen on hard times. Sending him to such a place was apparently a part of a move taken by the two oracles to get rid of any figures deemed as eyesores. The oracles needed to fool the Lord of Glory, so they were unable to outright kill Sharjah.
The pope's chief of affairs was a position appointed by their god. If both the pope and the pope's chief of affairs ended up dead at the same time, their god needed to take note. As a precaution against this, the two figures never ventured outside together. 
One of them needed to take care of things at the core of the Holy See, getting ready to face any unforeseen circumstances.
The two oracles appointed a new pope as soon as Sharjah left Holy City.
The new pope was a boy. It was said that he had not been a part of the faith's ranks for long. He was not even someone from the Tanggulasi Empire.
The name of the boy pope was Gagas.
The intention to cast Sharjah aside was apparent, but he had no choice but to take his orders. His entourage consisted of less than 100 people. He had lost the position as the pope's stand-in while he was on the road. He was no longer able to serve as the pope's chief of affairs. 
Sharjah became little more than a joke in the Pivotal Council. Furthermore, if he were to return to Holy City, he would have to surrender the Ring of Many Gods.
The 60 holy masters he had with him felt dejected as well. It was as if all of them had been exiled. The Holy See's core powers no longer had anything to do with them.
The horse carriages moved along the road, making almost no sound. The horse carriage at the front stopped suddenly. Sharjah frowned and his body froze. He saw a young man dressed in a white robe before him. He had no idea when the intruder had entered the carriage, or how he was sitting right in front of him.
"Lord Fycro..." Sharjah addressed the man before him.


It is said that the true meaning of a mage is to fully understand the truth of the world. A mage named Saleen Metatrin goes on many missions as a normal mage to try and change his fate. This in turn led to many problems and adventures.  

At the sight of Lü Yan's and Tang Jiayun's situations, Yu Xiaoxiao lowered her head and shifted sideways to distance herself from them. In the future, it was best that the four dormitory mates each take a corner of the four directions—north, south, east, and west—so that they could stay away from one another.
Yu Xiaoxiao could not figure it out. Clearly, she had been very much looking forward to college life before the school term commenced. She had hoped for good-tempered dormitory mates so that everyone could become friends and go through the four-year college life together happily.
She harbored such great expectations previously. However, why was the outcome so disappointing?
Although the situations in the dormitories of other classmates were not very harmonious, it was not unlike hers whereby everyone was at loggerhead with one another.
The only difference was that when the four dormitory mates were not getting along, everyone sided with the three of them. Now, everyone was on Qiao Nan's side. 
Toward all these, Qiao Nan did not seem to care. In particular, toward the situations of Lü Yan, Tang Jiayun, and Yu Xiaoxiao, Qiao Nan simply and automatically turned a blind eye on them.
Initially, Qiao Nan was not concerned about the activities of the English club anymore. She had secured the sponsorship. That meant that she had fulfilled her responsibility as the secretary of the club.
However, Xu Shengnan insisted that Qiao Nan meet her in the meeting room. Qiao Nan could only do so.
"Vice President Xu…" Could it be that Gao Yan's sponsorship had not come through? Hence, Vice President Xu wanted her to help resolve it together? "Is it because there is a problem with the sponsorship? Or is there anything that requires me to communicate with Gao Yan?"
"No need, no need. Qiao Nan, you have already done very well." Her attitude was totally different from the first time that she met Qiao Nan in the meeting room. From their first meeting, Xu Shengnan had categorized Qiao Nan as Zou Wenxuan's type based on the latter's looks and was prejudiced against Qiao Nan due to that first impression. However, at this moment, Xu Shengnan wanted to give offerings to Qiao Nan as if the latter was Buddha. "Qiao Nan, do you know that we have many new members joining our club recently?"
At the thought of that name list, Xu Shengnan really wished to put her hands on her waist, look at the sky, and give three loud laughs. Goodness gracious, the day she had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The situation of the new English club was basically a vicious cycle. They could not find anyone to join them. There were no sponsorships and the activities were lackluster. As the club was not outstanding, they were not able to attract new members in the coming year.
As a good club, it not only had to secure sponsorships but also, most importantly, needed to have many club members who were outstanding.
The club's membership size was like withered and dead leaves hanging on the branches in late autumn. Not to mention the number of outstanding members, the membership size was already pitifully small. It made people want to shed tears of pity for it. 
Nevertheless, at this juncture, the sponsorship had just come in and there was also a huge batch of freshmen who were willing to join the English club. This made the new English club that had a leader without any new members, except for the secretary, became stronger and bigger. How could Xu Shengnan not feel happy?! 
Xu Shengnan knew that these changes were brought about by Qiao Nan.
Finally, she could fulfill her wish in her final year of studies. How could Xu Shengnan not like Qiao Nan and give offerings to her like she was Buddha?
"It is way past the deadline to take in new club members. Is it really alright to take in new members at this time?" Qiao Nan, whom Xu Shengnan had asked to sit down, was in a great shock. Those people had really registered for the new English club and they had succeeded.
"Of course! What's not good about it?!" Tears welled up in Xu Shengnan's eyes. "Qiao Nan, you don't know how difficult it is for this club to exist. As we don't have many club members, it is very difficult to carry out our work and activities. Actually, the school is already starting to have the intention to do away with this club."
Previously, the former English club was great. Everyone wanted to register to be its club member. Unfortunately, they could only take in a limited number of students each year. Hence, they had rejected many.
Precisely due to that, some of the seniors set up a new English club that was similar but with a new name. 
The annoying thing was that in the first year, the new English club had many club members. However, following that, the number of members decreased year after year. There were too few members to carry out activities. Having this club in the school was no different from not having it. 
This was the last year that Xu Shengnan would be the vice president in the new English club. It was also highly possible that this was the last year that the new English club would exist.
Xu Shengnan was very eager to get the club activities going. Besides doing herself proud, she also hoped that the new English club could continue its presence in the school. 
Before Qiao Nan's appearance, heaven knew how despaired Xu Shengnan and some of the old committee members felt. 
Initially, these old committee members dared not hope for new recruits to join their club. Nevertheless, Qiao Nan was the eccentric one. Clearly, her grades were very good. She did not register for the former English club but came to the new one.
It was also because they really lacked members. In addition, it was hard to come by that Qiao Nan was willing to join the English club on her own accord. As such, she assumed the role of a secretary.
So as to speak, everyone gained something despite all the wrongs.
Xu Shengnan did not expect that such a seemingly heartless junior who came knocking at their door aimlessly really brought the dead English club back to life. It had been an opportunity to get a new lease on life.
No one could understand how emotional and touched Xu Shengnan felt when she saw so many people willing to join the new English club. All of them looked for her to 'open a back door' so that they could join the club.
If Xu Shengnan was not putting up a strong font by enduring and forcefully subduing this gush of emotions, any ordinary person would have cried at the sight of the situation. It was truly not easy.
"It is way past the deadline. Moreover, you're not letting in just one or two students. Notwithstanding anything else, what if others target us because of this?" After all, they were not adhering to the usual procedures.
Other matters were not so worrying. However, the new English club had just secured sponsorship. At this juncture, most likely, many were unhappy and would certainly keep a close watch on the club.
Qiao Nan felt that it did not seem very right to let so many people get in through the back door at the same time. "If someone reports this to the school, it will put our club in a more difficult position."
"It won't." Xu Shengnan sniffed. There was a flash of confidence in her eyes. "In actual fact, the activity this year is our last chance. I was the one who begged for this opportunity. Hence, there is a unique situation in our club. Precisely because too few people joined us, I have reported this to the school's leadership long ago. The teachers support us very much in launching the activities. Hence, there should be no problem."
No one knew how much effort Xu Shengnan had put in for the new English club.
"There is such a matter?" Qiao Nan was very surprised. "The new English club's situation is so terrible?" This meant that if not for Vice President Xu's hard work, the new English club would have ceased to exist this year?
During the day of the registration, Qiao Nan was also muddleheaded. She just picked a club that was unpopular. 
"Why do you think you're the only clueless one that registered to join our new English club then?"


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

"His face is so battered but this is so addictive and exciting!"
"Ling Yun must have beaten him so hard that he is concussed!"
Those who were present were still unable to wrap their heads around the fact that the best fighter in school had just been beaten up by Ling Yun. After the first shriek, Li Lei had not uttered another word as he had fainted due to Ling Yun's slaps.
Even after Ling Yun stopped his attacks, Li Lei's swollen head still continued to swing from left to right. His vision was blurred and he was unable to differentiate the people who were right in front of him. 
Ling Yun let go of Li Lei's right arm. Ling Yun believed that at this point, Li Lei was absolutely dazed and confused.
"You were right! You must really understand what it feels like to be beaten up now, right?" Ling Yun cheerfully said.
At first, Ling Yun had only wanted to hurt Li Lei to teach him to be more humble but after Li Lei repeatedly called him names and tried to slap him, Ling Yun decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Ah!" Li Lei cried out after a full minute when he finally came back to his senses. He rubbed his eyes and darted towards Ling Yun.
"You are dead!"
Forgetting entirely about mixed martial arts and technique, Li Lei acted on impulse. Seeing Li Lei clumsily stumble towards him, Ling Yun raised his leg to kick him down after glancing at him. 
With the power he had now, Ling Yun had to control his strength. Otherwise, he would have crippled Li Lei if he used his full power.
Ling Yun then stuck out his foot, stepped on Li Lei's chest and said, "Child, stop cursing and swearing. If you want to find trouble, think about your own abilities first as there are people who you can't beat." He then turned and walked off without a care for the shocked crowd. 
If people don't bother me, I won't bother them. But if they do, I will show no mercy!
Tu Gang had wanted to hit his head with a bottle, so he hit him till he bled.
Li Lei had wanted to slap him in the face, so he did it back to him!
In Ling Yun's eyes, these people were so insignificant. If only his abilities were so strong to the extent that he could break the law, then they would have died for bothering him. 
People would not use their time to look for ants on the floor to kill them but will only do so when the ants crawl onto them.
To Ling Yun, people like Tu Gang and Li Lei were just ants that had crawled onto him.
Cheng Zhiye stared at Ling Yun from behind with stunned and confused eyes.
Ling Yun had stepped on Wei Tiangan and slapped Jia Meng in the hostel mainly because of Cao Shanshan agitating him.
Yet, why did Ling Yun Gou Junfa or did he trash Li Lei in front of so many people? There was only one explanation, and that was: Ling Yun had changed and was no longer the loser that everyone picked on.
Thinking about it, Cheng Zhiye felt lucky that he had never picked on Ling Yun, if not, he would have ended up like Gou Junfa and Li Lei.
Returning back to his room, he met up with Chai Hanlin to have breakfast together before going to the Grade 12 Class 6 classroom. 
Ling Yun had bashed up Li Lei and slapped him twenty times on the face! Word traveled fast and was often met with shock but with the old news about Gou Junfa, people were becoming more accustomed to such news. Having fought the biggest bully in school, it wasn't too surprising for Ling Yun to be able to beat someone with some martial arts ability.
What was even more surprising than Ling Yun beating Li Lei was the news about the drastic changes of the school beauty, Cao Shanshan. Today, she woke up half an hour earlier and the students saw three changes:
Firstly, the girl who had never worn a hat was wearing a snow white knitted cap, making her seem young and innocent.
Secondly, she had never worn makeup in school but today, she had light makeup on which made her beautiful face seem even more radiant. 
Lastly, the girl who always had a branded bag on her was carrying a cheap and unbranded handbag today.
The entire student population was discussing this situation and gossiping about her. What happened to our school beauty?
Unsure if it was on purpose, they wondered why Cao Shanshan was doing this? Who was she wearing makeup and a hat for? Moreover, why was she dressing so simply?
Cao Shanshan had never acted rich on purpose and would never lower her standards just to get close to someone. She had her own principles about her dressing and her behavior in public. 
All along, she had shown her true self without giving a d*mn about how others viewed her, so what was she doing this for? Or better yet, who was she doing this for?
Zhang Ling, her tablemate and her best friend, was naturally most appalled by her transformation. Then, she turned her head to look at Ling Yun after recalling the conversation she had with Cao Shanshan the previous night.
Amidst the discussion of the students, Zhang Ling smiled mysteriously. "Shanshan, you look so beautiful today!" Zhang Ling couldn't help but tease her as she turned to look at her. Listening to the comments from others, Cao Shanshan showed discomfort but after hearing Zhang Ling's words, her gorgeous face turned redder than an apple.
"No…" Cao Shanshan quietly denied but her shy face and her curved lips betrayed her true emotions.
"Is it for tonight's date?" Zhang Ling whispered into her ear while waiting for a proper explanation.
"Who's going on a date? Stop spreading rumors…" she replied, embarrassed.
"Alright, alright, it's not a date. You just want to teach him a lesson, right?"
"If you do not stop talking, don't blame me for shutting you up!" Cao Shanshan retorted as she had had enough of Zhang Ling's teasing.
"Later, I'll have to pass him some revision notes. Do you have any message for him?"
Rolling her eyes, she fished out a stack of English notes from her bag and passed it to Zhang Ling. Pausing for a moment, she carefully reminded, "This is an important compilation of notes. Erm… do not tell him that I passed it to you!" 
She became shyer after saying this and was unable to meet Zhang Ling's eyes.
"Come on! You must have spent a whole night compiling this, right? My English is not very good either, so let's not give this to Ling Yun and let me keep it first!" Zhang Ling chuckled as she tried to keep the book under her desk.
Knowing that Zhang Ling was taking her notes, she got slightly frustrated and hurriedly uttered, "Okay, I have all these on my computer. Give this to him first and I will send you a copy tonight, alright?"
Seeing her friend get ruffled, Zhang Ling couldn't help but continue her teasing. Putting up a serious front, she asked, "Shanshan, don't tell me that you have really fallen for Ling Yun…"
Stunned, Cao Shanshan lowered her blushing face and shook her head while insisting, "Hearing his amazing memorizing ability yesterday, I just feel that if we helped him a little, a miracle might occur…" 
Taking in her words, Zhang Ling thought to herself, My dear, seeing the effort you put in to dress up like that, your words must mean the opposite of what you feel!
Agreeing with what Cao Shanshan said, she stopped joking around and inquired, "Not bad, you are the best at English in our school and it is good that you are offering your help. But, why don't you go to him yourself?"
"Hmph, I'm not going. I still have things to settle with him myself!" Cao Shanshan coldly replied as the scene where she got ignored by Ling Yun replayed in her mind. Her lovely face fell and anger replaced the shyness.
Zhang Ling raised her hand to massage her temples while shaking her head and repeatedly sighing at her friend's stubbornness.
After the self-study session, Ling Yun continued to sit at his desk and daydream while holding his newly bought English textbook. Wrinkling his brows, he stared at the symbols on the book in confusion. To him, every other subject was easy but English did not come easily to him.
The deceased Ling Yun had always been weak in English and accompanied by the fact that he only received fragments of his memory, Ling Yun was entirely hopeless. How was he going to memorize if he couldn't even pronounce or read the words?
If he was to start studying now, everyone would think that Mathematics would be his biggest obstacle but on contrary, it was his strongest subject.
Being from Cultivation World, he practiced the heavenly law and thus, he had an extensive knowledge of Math, Science, and Geography. If not, how would he able to calculate the spells, that required advanced Mathematics, or create the incantations?
Hence, out of all the subjects, the one that he was able to handle the best was Mathematics. As for the weakest subject, it was, of course, English.
If Ling Yun was able to use his abilities now, he would have completed his homework easily but the problem was that he couldn't use divine sense before Qi Cultivation.
"I have no choice but to rely on Lingyu to help me learn the basics", he silently contemplated.
"Handsome, what are you thinking about? Oh, so you're learning English! Are you able to understand it?" 
Zhang Ling joked as she appeared beside Ling Yun and automatically sat down on Zhang Dong's seat.


Lingyun's tribulation has failed and he has descended onto Earth in the degenerate age. Step by step, he will rise up against the natural order!

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