The genius who know all about history, science, engineering, new discovery, a millionaire as extraordinary person with system reincarnated in God world. 
After leaving his human body he found himself in body of baby elf after coming to another land, another knowledge, with previous memory he try to gain control of all race on continent, with help of them he made things which unexpected in that world like phone, computer, a new era, a utopia where all race live with harmony, THIER also some interesting things like alien but that is after so many chapter because all things starts from scratch so it will take time.
This is my original, all copyright belong to me.. .

The final interview for the accounting staff position had begun.
Gun-Ho asked all three candidates to come to the meeting room altogether. Three job applicants seemed to be quite nervous. They sat at the table facing Gun-Ho.
"I've reviewed your applications. You are all highly qualified, and I am in a very difficult position because I have to select only one of you."
Gun-Ho tried to make the applicants feel comfortable and ease their tension. He didn't even ask about their certificates or academics degree because those things were already shown in their resumes.
"How long have you worked for your previous employer?"
"What was the nature of your job?"
Gun-Ho asked the candidates mostly about their work experience. Since the job posting required work experience to be able to apply for the position, the applicants with work experience were not very young people.
 
After the interview was over, Manager Kang handed out an envelope to each interviewee with 50,000 won in it to help with their transportation expense. This was their final interview. After the first interview was done, they were given an envelope with 30,000 won in it.
A lady applicant in a black two-piece business suit said,
"The president is very young. He seems to be easygoing as well."
Manager Kang smiled in response to her comment.
 
Another final interview ensued for the secretary position. Three lady candidates entered the interview room. They were all younger and prettier than the ones for the accounting staff position. Gun-Ho began to talk with a smile,
"All of you have a high score in TOEIC; they were exceeding 950. Two of you graduated at Daewon Foreign Language High School and studied further abroad. One of you went to high school in another country. I am in a very difficult position to select only one of you since you are all highly qualified people."
The three candidates looked at Gun-Ho's face; they all looked nervous and anxious.
"Can each of you say this in English? 'Our company is manufacturing extruded products with urethane synthetic rubber.'"
Each candidate spoke the same sentence that Gun-Ho gave in English. They all had a nice voice.
Gun-Ho looked at each of the candidates to see who had a positive facial expression when they spoke in English.
"Thank you for coming today. I hope I can see you soon."
Gun-Ho said with a smile. The ladies gave him a 90-degree bow before leaving the office. Manager Seong-Il Kang distributed the envelope with 50,000 won in it to these interviewees as well.
 
Gun-Ho asked for Manager Seong-Il Kang.
"I've made my decision. Please send the job offer letter to them."
"Who did you select, sir?"
"For the accounting staff position, we will offer the job to the second candidate who had a six-year work experience at an electronics company and who also had a tax accountant license."
"You made an excellent choice, sir. I think that person will fit the position as well."
"For the secretary position, we will hire the first candidate who graduated from Daewon Foreign Language High School and who studied abroad. She is living in the Hyundai condo in Apgujeong Town, which is close to our company. I like her voice; it's very sweet."
"Yes, sir. I will send out the offer letter to those two people."
"Today is Wednesday, right? Ask them to start working next Monday. Give the accounting staff a manager position. That person has six years of work experience with a tax accountant license, and his position with his previous employer was a manager as well."
"Yes, sir. Do you think this will bother Ms. Ji-Young Jeong? She might think it's not fair if we give the manager position to the new employee?"
"She should be fine. The new employee is four years older than her. Moreover, that person has a tax accountant license. She will understand."
"Okay, sir. I will proceed as you instructed."
 
Gun-Ho had lunch with Manager Kang, Ms. Ji-Young Jeong, and Team Leader Jeong-Soo Nam that day.
"I was told that you have two children, Mr. Jeong-Soo Nam."
"That's right. I have two daughters. My first kid is in junior high, and the second is a sixth-grader in elementary school."
"They are three years apart? They probably get along fine then."
"Well, not really. They fight all the time. It's their routine."
"What about your spouse? Is she working as well?"
"She used to. Since my second child was injured, she stays at home now and spends more time with her."
"Oh, sorry to hear that. Was it serious?"
"She fell while playing somewhere high. It took several months to completely heal. My wife used to work at an insurance company, and she didn't like her job. She said she doesn't have the right aptitude for it. She is now actively participating in our residential community. She is working as a managing member of the community."
"Managing member of the community?"
Manager Kang responded to Gun-Ho's surprise instead.
"Many women now take the position as a managing member of their residential community these days. It is sort of competitive to get the position."
"Really? I thought a senior male member of the community usually takes that kind of position."
"It used to be, but not anymore."
"Oh, by the way, how is Manager Jong-Suk Park doing?"
"He is doing great. He has a girlfriend now. He is very busy."
"Oh, I see. What is his girlfriend doing for a living?"
Ms. Ji-Young Jeong asked; she looked curious.
"She is working at a research center in an electronics company in Cheonan City. They met at the Polytechnics College. They are both taking evening classes provided to working adults."
Team Leader Jeong said,
"Manager Park is manly and easygoing. When I was doing military service at Army Special Warfare Command, I had never lost to anybody in an arm wrestling, but Manager Park beat me. I've never seen a man with that strong arm, not to mention his skills."
"That's why he is the manager of the technical department."
"Oh, that's why… hahaha."
 
After lunch and after he came back to his office, Gun-Ho had the coffee that Ms. Ji-Young Jeong prepared for him. He was dozing off in his office when he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Umm, sir. Someone is here to see you."
"Who is it?"
"He said he is from BM Entertainment Management."
"Oh, that's right. Please let him through."
 
The dandy looking man—the manager of BM Entertainment Management—came into Gun-Ho's office. He was not alone, but he was with a man who looked like he was in his late 20s, and he had his hair dyed in yellow. The new guy was tall, and he was wearing an earring on his left ear.
"Hello, it's really good to see you again, sir, since we met in Shanghai."
"Please have a seat. What brought you here to see me?"
"Oh, this man here is the leader of the popular group, Bomb. His name is Seong-Hoon."
BM Entertainment's manager introduced the man with yellow hair to Gun-Ho.
"Oh, I see."
Gun-Ho looked at this Seong-Hoon person. He seemed that he was wearing a subtle make-up. He had a very pretty face like a girl, but he was not Gun-Ho's type.
'That sh*tty man is wearing a makeup.'

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

Opening her eyes again, Hana felt that aside from her back, her head also hurts. But thinking that she needed to know what's happening with her right now, she disregarded it and called 022.

 "Yes, boss. What can I help you?"

"Ugh. Why do you keep on calling me boss? It's annoying."

"But… That's how the other systems call their host," replied innocently by the system. She did not know whether to laugh or cry so she said that there's no need to imitate them and just call her Young Mistress.

"Ahmm. Got that. Young Mistress, what can I help you?"

Satisfied that the system as it called her Young Mistress, she now asked what's the purpose of her being tangled in this situation.

"Young Mistress, I, 022, is part of Life System. It's a system which can help you experience all situations you want to happen with your life."

"So… what's the catch? Why am I chosen?" She kept on thinking if she did or thought anything special aside from wanting to jump on someone before sleeping.

"That… I'm not sure too. Wait, let me check."

Waiting for a second, 022 came back with a typical answer of other systems after being asked with that kind of question.

"Young Mistress, it is classified as confidential so I currently cannot divulge any information. But work hard! As long as you have enough experience, you might be able to check that information."

Sighing, all she could do was to accept the reality and thought of 'be careful of what you wish for.' Yes, this situation was something she wanted to happen before and it's not like she could not do anything as of now. She's also not like the other people who also experienced this that kept on thinking that they were in reality and just imaging stuff.

Stretching her body, she now asked what she should do from now on.

"Young Mistress, you are currently a rich young woman who will inherit a billion-dollar multinational company."

"Wait, wait, wait. A rich young woman? Like the other transmigrators? What the F! There's no originality!" Seriously, that's what the first arc of most of the stories she read.

"It's not that we do not have originality, but all people wants to be rich so we do not have any choice but to have you also experience this," explained by 022. It had a point. She also wanted to experience that. Remembering all the photos she saw on her social media accounts which mostly were travel photos, she was really envious because she couldn't afford to travel with her previous situation.

"Yeah right. Still, no originality. So what's up? What shall I do? And what's with Level and Experience?"

"In Life System, we will give you some missions either big or small. In order to earn experience and level up, all you need to do is work hard to accomplish the main mission of every world. Leveling up will help you open a lot of privileges."

"Huh?! Work hard to accomplish the main mission?" her mind suddenly went blank after remembering its last two words: every world. Taken aback, she asked 022 what's up with that.

"Like I said, you need to accomplish the main mission of every world you will be entering. You will be out for experience so be on the look out, Young Mistress." Really, where's the explanation she was waiting for?

Nevertheless, after hearing that, she kept on laughing. She thought that she would also experience now hindering people or becoming a heroine of a world. After all, that's what always happened to others with system, right?

But still not satisfied with 022's answer, she asked again if there were other stuff that she needed to take note.

"There's nothing as of now, really. All you need to do is to accomplish those and work hard."

"Really?" Not believing the system, she kept on repeating this word to the point that her throat became dry. But thinking hard again, she asked how could she go back? It's not like she really wanted to but she had someone she needed to support. The system just repeated its word that it's still confidential and she gave up for now.

Checking again her environment, she realized that she's in a luxurious bedroom. A typical bedroom of other rich woman: big room, big bed, big TV, big bathroom with bathtub, big walk-in closet, and other big stuff you could think.

She's not sure what to do with her life right now. Yes, she's now rich but so what? She's not sure why she arrived in this situation. She's just an average young woman, if there's work then work, if there's none, then think of something to ease boredom. 

Was she happy with her life? Well, you could say that she's happy since she had money but it's too tiring at the long term because of the pressure and her job. But she kept on thinking what happened to her original body. Would she be able to go back?

“I am tired,” those were her words she said after finishing her job. She’s a strong, independent woman but she’s too tired not only physically but also mentally and emotionally so could someone please do her jobs on her stead?

After checking some novels to check for updates, she thought, “Can I also be like them and enter those worlds?”

‘Be careful of what you wish for,’ those were the words that came to her mind after understanding everything.

However, after doing everything and getting tired again, all she could say, “Boss, can I hug your thigh?”

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Ronaldo and Alain Hiller are the best players in the contemporary era. By contrast, I prefer Ronaldo because he is one of the few players who can take the ball directly from the midfield and threaten the goal without requiring midfield support. People. Considering his age, I really can't imagine what kind of future is waiting for him. ——Yaer Zingho
Maybe it was because too much passion was consumed when watching the ball the night before. When Oswaldo announced the away list to challenge Parana 's Athletic team the next day, when Ricardo was listed, he did not have much. Rejoicing and excited.
"Congratulations!" Rike had only envy in his eyes and no envy. He is heartily happy for his good friend.
"Lady, do your best, you have a bright future!" Captain Cheney rubbed Ricardo's hair.
Lugano, Alessandro and Baptista also congratulated Ricardo.
If Ricardo is just a little-known man, it is unlikely that he will be blessed on the list.
However, he is the younger brother of Ronaldo. In addition, in the team competition, he also showed an amazing potential that can be a blockbuster, teammates naturally do not hesitate to show him goodwill.
This day's training is mainly tactical training. Osvaldo explained in more detail, looking at Ricardo every time after speaking, it seemed to ask: Did you understand?
When the training was over, Ricardo still stayed to practice, this time, Rike also stayed.
"You don't have to learn from me." Ricardo said while struggling to train his equipment.
"No, I want to learn from you!" Riko gritted his teeth, pushed hard next to Ricardo, and trained his upper body muscles. "I also want to be selected for the first team! I want to play! I want to become a professional player! I want to be Big star! "
"I'm not as talented as you and can't lose to you in hard work!"
"My brother is not called Ronaldo, so I must work harder than you!"
Ricardo nodded again and again, "Then you come on." He did not remember the name Rike had heard in previous lives. At least, Rike is by no means a top star.
However, it may become an important role player. If you work harder, maybe you can become a little star.
天 Talent is too important for professional players.
In the previous life, he was physically inadequate. Although he has worked hard and worked hard for 200%, he still failed to become a top star.
If you want to succeed in football, you don't have to work hard.
But without effort, absolutely not.
How many teenagers became famous and talented players, because they lingered in the flowers, indulged in nightclubs, quickly fell among the drunken gold fans, and squandered their talents, and they became everyone?
No matter how good a talent is, it also needs hard training to support it.
I remember that in the previous life, some people evaluated the two stars of Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo, saying that Messi played by talent, and Cristiano Ronaldo achieved such an achievement.
This is nonsense. Is Messi not working hard enough? Does Ronaldo have no talent?
No talent, effort is wasted. Without hard work, talent cannot be fulfilled.
尽管 So despite this life, with extremely excellent physical conditions and experience of playing in the previous life, Ricardo still worked hard to do the most basic training, tireless and boring.
After finishing a set of training, Riko panted and sweated his body. He turned to look at Ricardo, "Ricardo, don't you want to go out and play? Why don't you want to pick up girls? Why do you spend so much time? On training. "
Lika didn't look up: "I don't want to, because I like football best, and I only like football."
Tong Rike was speechless for a long time, only sweat slipped down his face and landed on the ground, ticking.
Uh ...
After taking a bath and changing clothes in the locker room, Ricardo took out his mobile phone and saw a few more messages and missed calls from Julia.
He tucked the phone directly back into his pants pocket.
His thoughts floated to tomorrow's game. Will you be playing tomorrow? If 16 years old and more than two months debut, I wonder if it will break any record? What if a goal is scored? How to celebrate after scoring?
Also, if a goal can be scored, Osvaldo is expected to give himself more opportunities. Then the club should propose an extension. After all, he is still on a youth contract.
多少 What is the right salary? How long is the contract signed?
What if the media asks her mother Li Mei again?
I'm so upset.
Uh ...
He walked to the door of Uncle Paul's house, and two of them were next to each other, whispering.
A long willow eyebrow, big eyes with affectionate veins, milky skin, and rose petal-like lips; wearing hot pants, exposing a pair of beautifully shaped long legs, and wearing tight long-sleeved florals Shirt, the proud twin peaks are perfectly outlined.
Another figure is equally beautiful, wearing a short skirt and shirt, looks slightly inferior to the former, has a helpless look, and there are some crystals in her eyes.
"Hello, you. Stella, Julia." Ricardo didn't think about it and greeted him.
Julia's face turned pale, and she turned her face angrily, UU reading www.uukanshu.com ignored him. Stella had her hands on her hips, her eyebrows turned upside down, and her big eyes stared at Luo Nan sharply. "You're so embarrassed to be called Julia? How many days have you ignored someone?"
Ricardo looked at the sky with two eyes and counted with his fingers: "1,2,3,4 ... 5 days?"
Stella blushed with anger: "You are so embarrassed to say! When Julia needs you most, you do n't return her message or call her, are you still human? You are in the stinking ditch maggot!"
额 "Uh," Ricardo said slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm wrong, it should be 6 days."
"..." Stella pushed Julia next to her. "Speak to him, and scold if you want to scold! He doesn't dare to talk back! If he dares to be tough on you, I will let my dad kick him out. ! "
Julia turned around, looked at Ricardo sadly, and whispered, "Why don't you ignore me?"
因为 "Because ... busy?" Ricardo did not want to be kicked out, so he carefully worded it.
However Julia seemed to be even more angry, her plump **** undulating violently. But she apparently did her best to calm herself down and said after a while: "I may be pregnant. That's a week late."
哦 "Oh," Ricardo thought, and said, "Sorry, I should wear a suit."
Is this a normal response? Both girls were stunned.
"It's best to buy a pregnancy test first," Ricardo said. Actually, he doesn't have much experience in this area. Although he played with flowers in the last life, he always paid attention to protection measures. "If you are pregnant, you need How much is it for surgery, I will give it to you. "
"That's it?" Julia said incredulously.
"That's it?" Stella was also unbelievable. I thought he was just frivolous, but he didn't expect to be a bad person.

Chinese fringe international Licado became the alien Ronaldo’s half-brother in 2002.

This is a nearly omnipotent Ronaldo who has not been plagued by injuries.

As a huge fan of Ronaldo, Licado is his biggest supporter?

And when he himself picked up the Golden Globe for the first time said, “He [Ronaldo] didn’t lose to me, he wouldn’t lose to anyone,” . He just lost to time … ”

Without a system, without a golden finger, rebirth is his greatest luck.




(translated chinese novel)

Two weeks passed and school was half ready. Villagers were shocked by concrete and its properties. His mastery over the sword, bow, spear and finally glaive started to increase significantly.
[Workshop area level up]
[Time acceleration: 20 times]
[New function unlocked.]
[Simulation is now avaible for host.]
'Simulation? How does it work?' There was a couple of things that could be called simulation in his previous world. 
[Simulation allows host to train in virtual world. There are three modes.] 
[The first mode is shadow training. It's training with clone of yourself with exactly the same powers as host.]
[The second mode is scenario training. The host can recall any scene from memories to experience simulated version of those events.]
[The third mode is free mode. It can combine previous two modes or simply generate simple terrain for host to relax.]
'Interesting. Can I use it with my mufti threads from multitasking?' It could be utilized to it's maximum potential with four threads training different skills. 
[It's currently limited to two separate simulation running at the same time.]
'What if all of my threads were connected to one simulation.' If this method worked, the system is little too easy to cheat.
[It's possible.]
'Fuck yeah!' All he needed now is creating free simulation with place to train for many different threads of his mind.
'Multitasking skill is too powerful. I have four threads of my mind. System is working hard to make me overpowered.' Doing two things at the same time was great advantage, but four or more was basically cheating.
'I should work on metal refining. I need iron and steel.' The ironware wasn't hard to create, and he already had iron ore in his storage. His target was steel as it was great metal for many purposes, industrialization would be hard without strong base metal.
His motivation system persuaded some parents in village to send their children to study. The school wasn't ready, but Aron ensured two bigger rooms from his mansion for this purpose. 
'Autumn is coming. I need to finish part of my projects faster.' The best time for city adventure was early autumn because of harsh winter. His body could withstand the harsh environment, however transporting his good could be problematic. Attracting unnecessary attention wasn't good idea, and his appearance was already problematic.
'I belong to race that lost the war. Another thing is …' His charisma could charm any woman with weaker mind, and no husband would like his woman to desire another man. 
'I need to work on some kind of disguise.' His hair was white as snow, it could be dyed but his face and rest were still too eye-catching. 
'I will think about such things before my journey.' Ability to train in simulation was too tempting for him, improving his strength was his obsession. 
Aron chose the scenario mode and decided to replay battle from bandit's camp. His strength improved, still notification appeared.
[Do you wish to suppress your strength to state from memories?]
'No…Wait a minute! Yes.' His strength could easily overwhelm bandits, and it wasn't his goal. Training skill required feeling of danger and those battles were great for this thing. Another thing was decision making, and he could learn on his previous mistakes.
He appeared in his camp before the raid on bandits, and it was time to rush and steal the horses. 
'Did I make any mistake? I stole their horses and killed the stableman.' This part of raid was great, most problematic was battle with Robert.
It was actually solving one of his shortcomings; he could get battle experience and improve his professions. 
'Everything is going in right direction. I lack world energy… I could purify my bloodline even further…' His physique allowed him to get as much bloodline he wanted, his only problem was lack of system's currency.
[Host generates huge amounts of worlds energy. Most of the creatures don't have opportunity to purify their bloodline for their entire lives.]
'I am not the most of the creatures.' His existence was special and he started to think about ways of getting more world energy. 
'I could work with villagers. They can gather wood, dirt or anything. I could input it into system and get more energy…' This way was pretty bad for surroundings, and villagers would create large pits and forest will turn into plains. 
'Let's focus on training professions. I will find a way to get more world's energy.' This kind of short time profit would turn into future issues. This land will become his domain, and destroying it will be making his life harder in future.
His routine was interrupted by visiting of Ian, his expression revealed that he is in deep trouble.
"Kid! Open up! It's all your fault!" Aron immediately understood his issue, and Anna visited him and talked with his wife.
"Sarah is going to fucking kill me! She knows about Joe real identity now…" The result of Anna's visit was simple, Sarah became living volcano and Ian was at fault.
"Cannot you make a choice? Wait a minute. You love both of them? Don't you? Haha! You are player! Good luck with persuading them into a love triangle!" Ian had inner conflict as he loved both of women and choosing one of them was basically impossible.
"I hate you, kid! But… Thank you for saving, Anna's life." Ian was grateful to him from the depth of his heart, dealing with love triangle wasn't on level of losing one of his loved ones. 
"You reap what you sow! Go! Or you are searching for work? You can create more glassware if you are bored!" Ian left without word, Aron was sure about his destination. Ian wasn't going back to his house, he went to his forge to clear his head through working. 
'It's little messed up...I wonder if they enter a triangle. Let them solve their problems. It shouldn't get bloody…' Aron imagined Ian's wife with a hammer from a forge and Anna with axe fighting with each other. It was hilarious idea, however it put a smile on his face. 
'Stress relievers, huh?' His idea fell to building a recreation center with bar and small stage for music performance. 
'I need to recreate some instruments and teach someone to use them…' There were instruments like lute or drums, he didn't have any of those. Building a guitar or piano was interesting idea, and he tried to learn to play a piano before without results. It could be considered as his personal failure, and system could change this fact and make him the real pianist. 
'It will be my side project. First, I need to advance at least two combat professions.' The simple goal was to advance Archer and Rogue. Those professions were little related to each other as they focused on dexterity.


Death...The cold feeling of being dead.
The scientist tried to create a genetic serum to break away from humanity was killed and transmigrated into the world called Destia. The only thing that will help him survive, will be a mysterious system.
[I am not a native English speaker.]
[I don't own the cover picture.]
[Writing quality might change with time as I edit a chapter or my ability to improve.]
[It's a polygamy story.]
[My time is limited! I am a university student.]
[I try to release min 1 chapter daily.]
[Mail: SadWandererX96@gmail.com]
[I hope you can tell me what's wrong as I am getting my experience and your opinion can improve the story!]

# Procurement Mission (2), Camp Roberts.
 
The procurement mission commenced after a few more practice sessions of basic tactical maneuvers and hand signals, which the boy thought were just for the sake of formalities. Who'd be able to memorize so many things in merely an hour?
A lot of people showed up to see the mission team off. It was something that the boy couldn't understand. He decided to shrug it off, thinking that if he had a higher level of Insight, he would've been able to read their thoughts. And as soon as that thought crossed his mind, the Control AI responded to it and displayed an advice message.
 
「AI Advice (Lvl 4 Insight): You have unused experience points. Experience points can be used to acquire various skills. Your character's base stats can be upgraded by acquiring more skills. The amount of experience points consumed may vary depending on your level of knowledge regarding that particular skill. Sufficient information and knowledge of the skill will result in a cost reduction. Information about skills can be obtained from books or NPCs, you may also use keywords to search for a particular skill at the cost of experience points. Skills acquired in previous attempts can be learned for a reduced amount of experience points. The amount of points reduced depends on the number of times you acquired the skill in previous trials. Despite the large consumption of experience points, learning a completely new skill can be advantageous. It rests with you to choose.」
 
It was something he was already aware of.
The boy opened his skills window. The window showed a list of skills he had acquired with the experience points granted to him at the start of the game. Below the list of acquired skills were the skills he hadn't yet learned. The list didn't include skills that he didn't know of.
The boy, however, didn't bother looking for unknown skills. Unless he were to come across a skill by chance, he would have to either waste his time searching through books and bribing NPCs or waste his experience points by trying out keywords to find skills that he wasn't even sure existed. Not only that, he would have to spend a ton of experience points to learn the skills for the first time. It was due to one of the game's mechanics, which the players called 「Ignorance Penalty」.
Although the Ignorance Penalty was a big obstacle, learning a brand new skill wasn't necessarily a bad idea. For example, a player could learn medical skills to a high level even if they knew nothing about medicine. Of course, they'd have to spend a lot of experience points, but it could come in handy in times of emergency.
Fortunately, skills that one had acquired at least once during previous attempts weren't subjected to the Ignorance Penalty. Rather, previously learned skills had a「Talent Advantage」 applied to them. In other words, one could learn and train the same skills for fewer experience points. However, this benefit would only apply until the skill reached its previous highest level. This, along with the bonus effects granted for completing achievements, were the only advantages players with multiple playthroughs had.
Previously, the boy had allotted his experience points primarily on battle skills. He was able to raise quite a few levels with those few experience points he had. Of course, that had also led him to multiple bad endings in his previous attempts.
Level 9 「Close Combat」, Level 10 「Melee Weapon Mastery」, Level 8 「Small Arms Mastery」.
After distributing his experience points, the boy saw Corporal Elliot, the one in charge of management, writing something on a notebook with a green cover. Judging by the date written at the top, it seemed to be a diary.
Noticing the boy's stare, Corporal Elliot covered the diary with one arm, "I don't know how manners work in your country, but don't you think it's rude to look at others' diaries?"
"Oh, sorry. I wasn't reading your diary."
"Well, I didn't write anything special in it," the corporal then closed his diary.
The boy saw a button flickering in a corner of his view. It was a time-acceleration button, a feature used to skip the waiting time before a mission, but the boy just ignored it. It was a bad idea to use the acceleration option in the early stages of the game, as every small event and trivial relationship around this point would be useful in the future.
And just as expected, someone was already striking up a conversation with him.
"Hey, kid. What's your name?"
A Mestizo soldier asked for the boy's name. Though his English pronunciation was flawless, the name written on his name tag suggested that he wasn't Anglo American.
「GuiIherme」
Even though it was written in English, the boy had no idea how to pronounce his name. The advice window also showed a set of illegible symbols, which meant it was in a language he didn't know.
"It's Gyeoul."
"Gyo…wool?"
"Yup. It means winter in Korean."
"It sounds similar to mine."
"And your name is…?"
The soldier seemed to have found the boy interesting.
 
「He seems amazed at how you can remain calm when all the others look nervous and hesitant. He must be thinking you are very bold. (72% probability of containing errors / a higher level of Insight or higher Intelligence stat is necessary to reduce the probability of error.)」
 
The boy thought it was a rather obvious answer.
The soldier answered, "You can call me GuiIherme."
"Okay, Private GuiIherme-nim."
"Just call me GuiIherme."
The fellow soldiers laughed. It was because the expression 'Nim', the Korean honorific, was translated into 'Sir'.
The private grumbled, telling the boy not to make fun of him like that.
There wasn't much time to converse inside the vehicle, as their destination was only 5 kilometers away from the camp. The town's outline was already beginning to dimly come into view. Even from a distance, it looked very bleak and dreary, spreading agitation among the participants.
The private also said with a loud sigh, "Damn, the town's looking pretty spooky. I thought it'd be good to take a stroll around after being stuck in that camp for such a freaking long time, but I take that back."
The convoy drove along Route 101 leading to the upcoming junction and past the town since the gas station was located in the southernmost area of the town.
As the convoy began to slow down, the boy caught sight of a logo composed of two blue and red angled stripes below the name of a famous oil corporation, Chevron.
Taking a key out of his pocket to unlock a gun case, Corporal Elliot then addressed the participants, "As you all have been instructed, do not try to run away. There are patrol planes out there ready to shoot down anything that crosses the east border. Follow the orders if you want to make it out alive. Those who disobey will be sentenced and punished on the spot. Do you understand?"
The participants nodded with dark complexions.
Several infected mutants came out from the town attracted by the noise of the vehicles. Letting out growling voices, the mutants began to run towards the vehicles. Despite their weird posture, they were reaching the vehicles at a terrifying pace.
But before they could reach the vehicles, a soldier sitting on the foremost Humvee fired his rifle. On their way to the vehicles, the mutants crumpled on the ground one by one, accompanied by wind-piercing sounds. Even after getting shot, some of the mutants still tried to crawl their way over.
"Get back to your seats. The others will handle them."
Corporal Elliot tried to calm down the participants, but they didn't seem to listen.
A soldier sitting on the opposite side, Private Blake, grumbled, "I thought San Miguel would be safer thanks to the evacuation order. How come the mutants are already here to welcome us?"
"They must be from another area," Private Guilherme responded curtly, keeping his eyes and rifle pointed towards the outside.
Soon after and without further gunfire, the convoy was able to reach the gas station. While the tank trucks got to their positions, the participants were handed some guns and machetes before getting off. Despite having selected people with good mental health, the soldiers had to stay alert in case someone started shooting at others.
"Get off!"
With the soldiers at the front, the participants carefully got down from the cars. Some of the soldiers in charge of leading them proceeded to do a headcount while the others stood guard. In the meantime, the boy heard a disgruntled voice coming from the gas station.
"Why won't this damned pump work?"
A soldier seemed to have problems dealing with the pump. He put his finger under his winter cap and scratched his head. A handful of dandruff fell on his shoulder like snow. It seemed that the soldiers were also out of the cleaning products. Either that or he was just lazy.
"Remember—stick to the plan. If it's safe enough, clear the roadblocks and we'll deploy the trucks. If not, fill the duffle bags with supplies and return. We have some extra bags here, you may try making several trips until it's dark. We'll evaluate your contributions and reward you individually. I hope you all do your best."
The participants nodded.
"Then let's begin. As previously announced, we'll be defending from behind. Please take the lead in order."
The soldiers then went to the rear row. Although the participants put on sour faces, no one could raise a complaint, after all, it was them who had volunteered for this mission even after being reminded of the risks.
 
# Public Service Announcement, 2040, KBS*
 
In an old town, in an alleyway between dilapidated houses.
The screen showed an old man picking up scrap papers and cardboard boxes. The tattered edges of his sleeves swayed with the autumn breeze. The old man trembled as his poorly patched-up clothes weren't enough to protect him from the chilling wind. A girl passed by, peeking at the old man and covering her nose with her hand. The old man dropped his head in embarrassment. A phrase seemingly representing his inner thoughts appeared on one corner of the screen.
「I can have dinner if I sell these…」
The scene changed. It now showed a steeply sloping road. The old man was trying to pull the handcart up the hill, but it didn't seem to be easy. His body looked too small compared to the handcart loaded with tons of scraps. The sun was setting behind the old man.
Then, the warm voice of the female narrator followed, "The man's name is Park Woocheol, he turned 86 years old this year. He makes a living by selling scrap papers. Even though he receives 630,000 won every month from the national pension service, it's not enough. The minimum cost of living for a single-person household is estimated to be 1,645,053 won per month. Prices go up every year, but the national pension fund, which has run dry long ago, has been in limbo for years. Life is so hard for the elderly in Korea."
The old man finally managed to climb up the hill. The camera zoomed in on the old man's face. His wrinkly forehead was beaded with sweat. The scene once again changed and showed the old man selling the papers. The owner of the scrap store was classifying the papers while the old man waited anxiously by his side. The owner tapped on a calculator a few times, which showed the number 13,325. The old man then gave him a pocket that had been hanging next to the handcart. It contained a few valuable scraps such as aluminum cans and rusty iron. The owner weighed them and tapped on the calculator a few more times. This time, it showed a little more than twenty thousand. The owner paid him 21,000 won, to which the old man bowed his head several times in gratitude.
The narrator spoke once again, "Mr. Park is not the worst case. Several scrap dealers in Seoul have closed down due to the laws and regulations for waste, and many of the elderly cannot even sell scrap papers anymore. They have to live off of their monthly pension."
The screen now displayed the old man's room. Even though it was a small room, it appeared spacious due to the lack of furniture. The old man laid down on the cold bare floor with only a blanket to cover himself with. He fiddled with his old TV, but it didn't seem to be working. For lack of anything better to do, he closed his eyes. He pulled up the blanket over his head and curled up to keep himself warm.
「I have to save the briquettes for winter…」
It was not a matter of saving, but survival.
「I wonder how Suyeong is doing.」
The screen changed to show his daughter, who he had raised. The narrator continued with her sentimental voice, "Parents tend not to lean on their children, and we understand it. We know how hard it is to survive in this tough world even without being burdened by them, so they choose to live on their own. But is this really the right thing to do?"
The screen shifted once again. Engineers were building facilities and scientists were absorbed in experiments. 3D models of human brains, images of firing neurons… Everything was shown in a bright atmosphere that contrasted dramatically with the previous scene.
What was shown next were scenes of various people smiling happily. A young woman enjoying her summer in a valley was captioned 92 years old Ahn Miyeong, and a young man walking on a field filled with flowers was captioned 88 years old Choi Daeyang. The advertisement didn't stop there. It showed many other elderly people living a happy life in a young body as if they had gone back in time.
"The era of living is in the past. We are now in the era of existence. Convert your National Pension into Afterlife Insurance and experience an eternal life of freedom and unlimited happiness. Afterlife Insurance will cover your life after death."
Now, the screen showed the sad side of old man Park Woocheol and the joyous side of countless people living in virtual realities with cross-cut edits.
"Don't worry about the brain transference operation. The probability of an operation failure is lower than the probability of an airplane crash. Our world's most renowned life support device and neural connector will keep your brain healthy beyond your lifespan. If you aren't familiar with virtual reality, try visiting our Experience Facility. You may experience the worlds we have to offer and choose the world you'd like to live in. The Virtual Reality Experience Facility is open to the public year-round."
The Experience Facilities appeared to be neat and tidy. The elderly came in twos and threes and tried on the virtual reality devices. They laughed in satisfaction. Among them was Park Woocheol. The screen displayed a young man walking on a flowery path with a broad smile on his face.
"Afterlife Insurance will return your life to you."
The advertisement ended with the image of a fluttering Korean flag.
"This campaign is joined by the Korea Public Service Advertisement Council, the National Pension Service and the Afterlife Insurance Corporation."

In a world plagued by Morgellons, a deadly disease that turns humans into non-human creatures, people have chosen to abandon their humanity in order to fight against the bloodthirsty corpses. In the end, there will be no humans left on Earth.


But that harsh world is, in fact, a world fabricated merely for entertainment. A world for humans to live in exists neither inside nor outside.


This is the story of a boy who, while living a miserable life, stares at the stars as he desperately tries to keep his sanity.


(My first webnovel story although i'm used to writing Literatures, i'll try my best to keep you entertained. Do please leave a review or comment~)

In the cabbagino bay, Sam harvested the genetically modified vegetables under the baleful eyes of Darla, who seemed convinced Sam had faked her illness the previous day to get out of work. She did her best to hide the rebellious spirit struggling to break free. She couldn't recall how much the mind control had impacted her previous behavior. There had been some sullen snark happening in the previous days, to be sure, but Sam suspected even that might have been curtailed.
 
While toiling with the vegetation, Sam fooled around with the hole in her mind. Fear of the horror that had plagued her the previous night prevented an aggressive approach. It no longer caused pain, but the memory clung to her, whispering caution in her mind. The hole proved more active than she first thought, dribbling a pittance of chaotic something into the surrounding mindscape. She let the tiny portion of substance go and over time it partially faded, leaving behind only an anxiously buzzing residue.
 
It wanted to be used. Remembered nausea begged her not to have anything to do with the strange energy. The experience felt similar to the time she got sick after eating leftovers from her favorite Chinese restaurant. She hadn't been able to touch General Tso's for almost a year after the experience.
 
Lunch time arrived. True to her word, Ayla had cooked up some eggplant in a rich sauce for them. The other women forgot their determination to avoid the food when they smelled the aroma filling the fifth floor. Sam consumed several bowls, frowning when Jess arrived with her group and proceeded to ignore Sam. Of all the things to possibly end a friendship, mind control had never occurred to her.
 
Ayla swooped in when Sam returned her bowl to the sink. "Come, Sam!" When they were standing in the hall with the sleeping berths, Ayla leaned in close. "What talents did you get?"
 
"I don't know," she responded.
 
"What does it feel like?"
 
"Ayla, I am exhausted from staying up all night. Darla has been up my ass all morning, too. I don't even know if I want to play around with powers today based on how I'm feeling."
 
The girl bobbed her head around in thought. "Just try something right now. Aunt Cassandane needs to know what you are."
 
"After what she did to me, I'm not in the mood to help her."
 
Ayla looked to her feet. "Sorry, Sam. That was not a good thing to do to you. Sometimes . . . you just need to do this for Aunt Cassandane."
 
"I'm pissed at Aunt Cassandane."
 
"Then please do it for me?"
 
Sam squeezed her eyes shut. "Fine. Just the tiniest bit, though. This stuff gave me the worst hours of my life."
 
For a moment, nothing happened. The hole in her mind remained there, dribbling infinitesimal amounts of precursor, most of which decayed in some fashion. Then the bit of anxious energy seemed to sense her willingness and it leapt forth. For a brief moment, an invisible sphere reached out around her. It popped like a bubble, its energy expired in the blink of an eye, but not before filling Sam with a giddy excitement. "I had something come out of me," she said.
 
"Animas! You're a kinetic!"
 
Heartened by the lack of pain from her first experiment, Sam opened herself to the hole in her mind. It trembled for a moment, then vomited a small packet into her. What Ayla had identified as animas fueled another bubble around her without any action on her part, as if it knew where it wanted to go. An inky, sticky darkness stuck itself to her in an uncomfortable fashion. "And something else. It's like being covered in motor oil."
 
"You have animas and gravitas. That makes you a brute! Very good, Sam, very, very good."
 
Like a key unlocking, Sam's mind grew vast. She put it all together in a moment. "Actually, Ayla, I think I'm a paragon. You should probably let your aunt know that as soon as possible."
 
Ayla seized Sam in one of her trademark hugs. "Happy!" She pulled herself back. "Oh! No more using talents. It has to be secret until Aunt Cassandane says it is safe."
 
As the girl slipped away, Sam found a place to sit by herself. The exhaustion from her late night still haunted her, but she could overcome that with the nous boosting her brain like a non-jittery caffeine substitute. Sam smiled as she realized she could stop drinking the lukewarm non-coffee drink in the mornings. She almost got up to talk to Jess, then realized her best friend would not like this kind of talk.
 
Darla put a stop to her moment of rest by rounding up the workers on her shift. For the rest of the afternoon, Sam worked at a fast pace with the encouragement of an ornery supervisor. She didn't get a moment of freedom until dinner. After dinner, truthfully, because hispanic taskmaster Alicia put Sam to work. She couldn't even bring herself to complain after how nice Alicia had been to her while she was "sick" earlier.
 
When everything had been cleaned up, Sam grabbed a shower and climbed into her sleeping berth. She had intended to play around with her new talents, but her sleep deficit made itself known. Sam turned out the lights and snuggled up with her blanket. The hole in her mind trickled precursor free while she drifted off to sleep.

The universe is a strange place.  First the stars in the sky began to change, twinkling out to be replaced by stars identical to the sun.  Then an alien fleet appeared in the solar system, decelerating without obeying the laws of physics.  None of that prepared the world for what was to follow when the aliens revealed themselves to be English-speaking humans.

[Mysterious Vision] was useless, and [Advanced Elemental Affinity] was not very useful either. Recovering mana through the health-mana cycle was much more efficient. Plus, Han Xiao would not be short of mana because of Apostilization.
[Trained Mind] was not too bad, but its percentage increase was too little. In terms of Psychological Resistance, he had [Advanced Mental Toughness]. In terms of Intelligence, he also had [Research Theory] and [Battlefield Wisdom].
Other than that, he had [One Against the World] and others. Although [Trained Mind] was not too bad, its bonus was nothing notable. In comparison, Han Xiao felt that the last two abilities were more interesting.
[Painful Revenge] was suitable given how tanky he was. It would give him the ability to basically reflect half of the damage to the enemy. It did not look a lot, but it would be quite considerable because of his recovery speed.
He had about 200,000 health points. For example, if the damage dealt to him had accumulated up to 300%, [Painful Revenge] would be triggered a hundred times, dealing about 300,000 damage, which would be quite a lot. Furthermore, his health points would increase as he leveled up, which meant that this ability had room to grow.
Han Xiao felt that this ability should be the result of adjusting Chain of Pain. Although it had its limitations due to the fact that it could only be triggered at close range, it would be very useful against those who tried to get close to him. After all, 'focus fire on myself' was rather risky.
Among Calamity Grade Supers, Han Xiao was now at the very top, so he had to prepare for the eventuality of facing a Beyond Grade A Super. By then, he would definitely get beaten up quite badly, so reflecting the damage would be very useful.
Furthermore, his close-range combat capability increased as he obtained the ability to Apostilize his machinery. Close range combat once again became one of his regular combat modes, so [Painful Revenge] would definitely be triggered.
Han Xiao had always wanted to let go of the 'Getting Beaten Style', but to his resignation, he realized that he could not escape the fate of being a tank and getting beaten up was still one of the most effective styles.
Another thing that surprised him was [Luck Curse], which he felt was the most valuable of all the rewards given in this mission.
This ability was double-edged, since both his Luck and the target's Luck would reduce by ninety percent. However, with how 'many' Luck points he had, whether it was reduced or not would not make a difference since it would not go below zero.
Han Xiao did not believe that anyone would have lower Luck than him!
He was extremely confident in this.
Han Xiao had made up his mind the minute he saw [Luck Curse]. It was basically an ability to greatly reduce the target's Luck without any side effects.
It was a perfect fit for him!
With a faint smile on his face, Han Xiao confirmed the options.
_____________________
You have received [Painful Revenge]!
You have received [Luck Curse]!
_____________________
Han Xiao closed his eyes to feel the new abilities for a while. Then he opened his eyes and took a deep breath with content.
The DarkStar leader gave me two decent abilities. It's indeed true that honest, loyal, and pure men like me get rewarded.
Han Xiao rubbed his hands and chuckled without any shame.
After accumulating over a very long time, he had created a very strong combat ability that could defeat just about any Calamity Grade Super. However, he did not become overconfident at all; he knew more than anyone how powerful and strong Beyond Grade As were. Normal people would never be able to reach Beyond Grade A. Every single one of them was a boss among bosses. They all had plenty of Molding Talents and bug-like abilities.
His style was far from being the most powerful among Beyond Grade As. For example, EsGod was almost almighty; Thousand Shadows' abilities were extremely mysterious; Ames' Force Field was great for both attack and defense; the Tyrant's body could penetrate Fixed Stars; plus, there was the famous Mechanic Empire. The biggest specialty of his current combat style was just being tanky and difficult to kill. It needed further development.
Now, I just have to wait till [Bloodline] is complete. Then, I will try to stock up on Mission Completion Cards. Seven years is plenty… As long as I complete the level 200 Promotion, I will be able to spend all the Experience I've accumulated through Version 2.0 and turn it all into actual strength and combat capability…
…
"Yesterday, under the monitoring of the Purple Crystal Civilization, Godora's Discrimination Transformation Movement was successfully completed. Serbia the Fifth has made a speech. He thinks that be it pureblood or hybrid, everyone should support Godora as a whole and should not be divided due to their blood. From now on, they shall put aside their differences, fight and work for the Godoran Civilization as one.
"Serbia The Fifth once met many obstacles during the process, and he became hated by many. Fortunately, after this process was completed, his achievement was finally recognized, and his support rate jumped up to 91.67%. The Purple Crystal Civilization thinks that in the long history of Godora, Serbia the Fifth is undoubtedly one of the wisest and bold leaders… Okay, that will be all for the Garton Star System News today. See you on the…"
Beep.
Serbia the Fifth turned off the virtual screen and looked at Han Xiao and Rossellin on the opposite of the guest table with a delighted expression.
"The plan is finally over. From the bottom of my heart, I thank the two of you for your help."
Rossellin gave a reserved smile before picking up the cup on the table and taking a sip of the specialty Godoran drink, displaying a nonchalant posture. Han Xiao watched from beside and almost wanted to give her a thumbs up—what a professional in being pretentious.
It seemed that every wrinkle on Serbia the Fifth's face was laughing. He was overjoyed. Having solved the illness that had plagued Godora for countless years, he could predict that he would definitely be written in the history and textbooks as Godora's hero—this could be said to be the biggest achievement.
After all, as the saying went, 'a great man who isn't written in textbooks isn't really a great man!'
This opportunity was gifted to him by Black Star, who was sitting in front of him, so Serbia the Fifth was full of gratitude.
"In terms of reward," Serbia the Fifth said, "we shall follow the promise we made in the first place. First, a large amount of money and resources; second, opening more resource purchasing channels; third, more resource planet harvesting rights, and we will be providing the devices and manpower; fourth, the borrowing right to the military factory to mass produce spaceships for the Black Star Army; fifth, the right to deploy our technical personals to cultivate professional talents for you; last but not least, political support."
Han Xiao listened carefully with a straight face. Those were all pre-discussed terms.
As for supplies and money, he did not care that much since he had so many resource planets now. The rights to borrow Godora's military factory and deploy their technical personnel were not bad.
The production rate of a Star System civilization was not to be underestimated; borrowing their hundreds of huge military factories across the Star System would increase the efficiency of building spaceships tremendously. Deploying technical personnel to cultivate specialized research and development talents for the Black Star Army was also beneficial in the long run.
However, compared to these rewards, the most important thing to Han Xiao was still the [Bloodline] mission that had never been completed in the previous life. This was also the first Grade S mission that he had completed!
The [Bloodline] mission on the interface was already shown as 'Completed', but Han Xiao stayed patient and did not immediately look at it. Instead, he chatted with Serbia the Fifth for a while before taking his leave with Rossellin.
After the two of them left, Serbia the Fifth stood up and looked at the bright sky outside from the window, thinking of the bright future ahead.
…
At the same time, Rudy felt the same as Serbia The Fifth, full of anticipation of the future.
The changes in his life were very noticeable and obvious. After the Discrimination Transformation Movement, he realized that when he walked on the streets, the looks of discrimination and alienation all disappeared. His colleagues became friendly; his wife's family became passionate and not cold anymore; his boss gave him important matters to take care of and seemed to have plans to give him bigger responsibilities.
His children were no longer quiet and alone in school and made many new friends.
Everything was becoming better.
His passion for life was reignited.
"Thank you, Serbia the Fifth. Thank you, Purple Crystal. Thank you, Black Star for capturing the DarkStar leader…"
Rudy was filled with gratitude.
…
Han Xiao took Rossellin to the spaceship and headed back.
After entering hyperdrive mode, just as Han Xiao was about to look at the reward, Rossellin stopped him and asked with a curious expression, "Black Star, do you really think that my brainwashing can completely change Godora's bloodline discrimination and that it will not bounce back in the future?"
"How would I know? It won't have anything to do with me even if it does."
"Yet you still trust me so much?" Rossellin tutted. "Even I don't know if this plan will work, but I feel like you're more confident than me despite not knowing the details of my Esper ability."
"I can see the future. If I say you can do it, you can do it." Han Xiao was in a hurry to complete the mission and receive the reward, so he was in no mood to chat with Rossellin. He gave her this ever-applicable excuse and hastily walked into the training room, leaving Rossellin standing there pondering.
After closing the training room door, Han Xiao quickly opened the interface and looked at the notification of the mission.
_____________________
[Bloodline] Completed!
Mission Rating: B (Good)
You have received 1,250,000,000 Experience, 3 Random Rewards, +30,000 Godora Contribution Points, 10 Eternal Dungeon Crystals for [Godora's History].
You have received 1 Political Asset.
_____________________
Wow, 1.25 billion Experience! That's more than seven times what I got from the DarkStar leader's last mission and almost at the reward standard of Version 5.0.
Han Xiao was surprised. This amount of Experience was not little even to him, and it even gave him three Random Rewards, which was equivalent to completing three Grade A missions with a high Mission Rating and exactly what he needed at the moment to get a Mission Completion Card.
Grade S missions all had very few clues, and their rewards were unknown before completion. Even Han Xiao had just found out about the reward of this mission. Maybe because he completed the mission using a controversial method, the Mission Rating was only Good. After all, brainwashing was not the most stable way to solve the problem. However, Han Xiao had no idea how to complete this mission the usual way, so being able to complete it was already a great surprise.
30,000 Godora Contribution Points would allow players to exchange many good equipment, but to him, it was not all that useful. Nonetheless, it was better than nothing.
Ten Eternal Dungeon Crystals were great. 'Eternal' meant that they could be used repeatedly for a limited number of times every day. The dungeon [Godora's History]'s level requirement was level sixty to one hundred and eighty, which was a very broad range. This meant that this was an enormous dungeon, and its rewards would definitely be very rich.
Han Xiao would have no use for it, but those player guilds would definitely spend huge sums to buy these Eternal Dungeon Crystals. This would basically give a guild a huge dungeon that they could enter every single day, providing their pro players continuous tests, allowing them to level up quicker and gain more resources.
Although the Dungeon Creation Right on the NPC interface could continuously create dungeons, it was not able to make any Eternal Dungeon Crystals. Furthermore, guilds would definitely want to obtain a stable way of entering dungeons for themselves. Rich people loved to buy assurance with money.
Han Xiao was more interested in the players' Experience, not money, so selling them or not did not really matter. However, using these Eternal Dungeon Crystals as high level items in the faction store would be useful in attracting players.
Han Xiao looked at the last reward—one Political Asset.
_____________________
[Political Asset (1): Godoran Civilization]
You are loved by the Godorans. When trading with Godorans, you can buy at lower prices and sell at higher prices.
Godora is willing to listen to your requests. You can make suggestions to the Godoran government directly. According to the rationality of the request, there's a slight chance the Godoran Civilization will fulfill your request.
This is a symbol of political influence. Your achievements are praised in the galaxy. When interacting with certain organizations or characters, +30% Favorability gain rate.
You have valuable experience. +30% Experience gained from all sources.
Remarks: Relationship with Godora has to be at [Reverence] for the above effects to be active.
_____________________
It really is this thing. I thought I was mistaken. Han Xiao was overjoyed.
Political Assets and Legendary Points had the same characteristics, but Political Assets were rarer than Legendary Points. In his previous life, he had only seen it in other people's screenshots.
He looked at the NPC interface. All of his Reward Quotas increased by sixty percent!
The effect of a Political Asset was much better than a Legendary Point!
In his previous life, Han Xiao had completed Grade S missions too, but they were either large scale missions that many were involved in or challenge missions that consisted of fighting and killing. This was his first time completing such a complicated Grade S mission like [Bloodline].
Political Assets had a lot of benefits. To Han Xiao, he felt that the most important effects were the thirty percent increase in Favorability gain rate and Experience gain. As long as he met the requirements, he would enjoy those bonuses forever.
These two effects were applicable to the players as well. Obtaining Political Assets was extremely important. It required a lot of work and time, so these two effects were somewhat making up for that. Furthermore, the long-term rewards were higher than the expenses.
If a player had one Political Asset, it meant that for the same time they spent on missions, they would gain more Experience than everyone else. Their level would always be ahead, and they would have more excess Experience to learn and level up abilities. As this continued, the difference between them and the other players would keep growing larger.
In his previous life, Han Xiao had witnessed many guilds trying everything they could to obtain Political Assets for their players.
Experience isn't Enas and has no physical form, so it can't be traded between players. This says that the bonus applies to Experience gained from all sources. Does this mean that the Experience I reap from the players will also increase by thirty percent?
Han Xiao was looking forward to finding out. Experience only existed in the interface. Since there were cash items such as Double Experience Cards and so on, him getting thirty percent bonus Experience was not impossible.
If that was indeed the case, the efficiency in him reaping leeks would see an explosive increase!


What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? 
What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC - you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched! 
What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? 
Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life's knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

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