A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.
Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard. Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities. That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe. 


"800 copper coins can buy four bowls of tofu pudding," a woman whispered.
"I secretly saved 500 copper coins, but clearly it's not enough," said a young man.
It's not very expensive for me, but I'll wait and see what this is, Harrison thought, and was not in a rush to order it.
The chicken was giving off a wonderful aroma, but no one was ordering it because of the price.
"I'd like a braised chicken and rice please," Carl said as he seated himself.
"Okay. Coming right up!" Mag said. He smiled encouragingly at Sally, and strode into the kitchen.
"Don't worry. You're doing great," Yabemiya whispered to Sally, and started taking orders.
"You don't seem to be bothered by the price, Carl," said Jimmy, who listened to the old man's stories growing up. His family owned a little shop.
Now, most people who wanted to order the new dish decided to wait and see if it was worth the money.
"I trust Mag. The higher the price, the better the food. He wouldn't risk losing customers," Carl said.
Jimmy nodded his agreement. Still, his monthly pocket money was only a couple thousand copper coins, so he wasn't willing to spend 800 on a dish.
Mag was not worried. He was only able to make 48 bowls of braised chicken in the morning, and he was convinced he could sell them all out. If they are willing to pay 600 for a Yangzhou fried rice, another 200 isn't too much to stop them.
After they all sat down, some people started chatting in whispers, and others were admiring the pretty waitresses. The sweet tofu pudding guys and savory tofu pudding guys stopped arguing; they didn't want to ruin everyone's appetite.
Many people ordered tofu pudding, and then waited for Carl's braised chicken and rice.
"What do you think of this braised chicken, Gjergj?" asked Harrison.
"Mag doesn't cook anything but delicious food, and I heard chicken soup is very nutritious. Miranda has a good appetite these days, maybe because of Yangzhou fried rice. I was going to buy some fire chicken for her. But, if this braised chicken has soup too, I won't need to have our cook make chicken soup. She doesn't like our cook's cooking."
"Your marriage is so sweet, it will give me diabetes!" Harrison said, envious.
By then, Yabemiya had walked out with a tray, on which were a brown earthenware bowl and a bowl of rice.
The braised chicken was giving off delicious aroma as she moved between the tables.
"Smells good!"
"Yeah, and the smell is so strong! I never made such aromatic chicken."
"I think I smelled something strange but intoxicating."
The customers were all staring at the braised chicken on the tray.
"Your braised chicken and rice. Enjoy your meal," Yabemiya said, putting the food in front of Carl.
Carl's eyes were glued to the dish. The inviting smell from the brown chicken and the thick soup made him close his eyes and take a deep sniff.
"It has shiitakes in it?!" Carl said, looking at the shiitake sticks in the bowl.
The other customers looked confused.
"Shiitakes? What is that?" Jimmy asked.
"It's a precious ingredient," Carl said, excited. "It's divine. Many years ago, I was lucky enough to eat shiitakes in the Wind Forest. It was my first time, but I still remember the taste! Then I tried to buy them from elves, and occasionally, if I was lucky, I could buy one or two. Considering the time and effort that went into buying them, I think it's safe to say that each one cost me around 100 gold coins. I use only a piece when making soup." He picked up a shiitake stick. "But the shiitakes I bought are nothing compared to this!"
The other customers gasped in surprise. They were wondering who this storyteller really was.
Of course, what surprised them even more was that the shiitakes that Carl had been eagerly looking for were right here!
They had been cut into sticks, but apparently there were more than one shiitake in the bowl. They were rare to find, and their rarity made them priceless.
Carl's remarks brought a smile to Mag's lips. Never thought he would recognize the shiitake; he must be a foodie. I should have priced it higher since shiitakes are so rare in this world.
"Let me try it," Carl said, and brought a piece of shiitake into his mouth while the others were gazing at him.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Spark! Spark! Gzzzzt!
Electric sparks sounded endlessly, the streetlamps flickering.
Kieran turned a blind eye, tossing the newspaper on the bar counter and going into it, even placing the busy Starbeck behind him.
A Few seconds later, a figure appeared within Kieran's sight.
The figure wore a white nightdress with red floral patterns over it, the hair messy and the face rather pale. Brown eyes glanced over at Kiean before the figure entered the restaurant.
The figure sat down at the chair in front of the bar counter.
"What are you having?" Kieran asked after the woman sat down.
"Chicken soup," 
Her voice was rough, as if she hadn't talked for a long time.
"Roye, a bowl of chicken soup," Kieran said without turning back.
"Okay, brother."
Starbeck took out a bowl from the disinfected cabinet and filled it with soup beside the big pot.
When the lid of the pot opened up, a rich chicken smell flew in the air.
Starbeck's cooking was remarkable, even if his skills were sealed, his cooking still something people could only dream of catching up to.
He could use the simplest ingredients to cook up something mouth-watering. Perhaps his skills were still far away from turning bad into good, but he had no problem standing out with his skills.
However, this customer who entered the restaurant wasn't moved by the smell, sitting there and exchanging stares with Kieran.
When Starbeck brought the bowl of chicken soup out and saw the female customer, his face turned pale. His hands trembled hard, the soup almost falling off his hand but Kieran quickly cut in and saved it.
"Go back to your work," said Kieran softly. He then turned around and served the soup to the customer.
"Chicken soup," Kieran sounded colder than before.
The female customer didn't speak, picking up the bowl and started drinking.
Her actions were slow, to the point that it'd freeze for a second or two.
The bowl of soup wasn't a lot, yet the woman used around 2 minutes to finish it before she put it back down.
"Thank you," she thanked Kieran with her rough voice, taking out a stack of currency notes and placing it beside the empty bowl before walking out.
Gzzzzzt!
Electrical sparks swirled around the streetlamps once more, but unlike earlier, after a few sparks, the lights returned to normal and the little path in front of the restaurant became brighter.
"S-She is a dead person?" Starbeck finally dared to ask in his scared voice.
Although he was still afraid, his experience gradually increased, especially when he decided to follow Kieran. Starbeck made up his mind to learn about the dungeon worlds and big city. It became easy for him to identify a dead person.
"Mm," Kieran nodded, his eyes looking at the bowl of soup which the spirit touched before and the stack of money that she put down. His eyes showed an interested gaze.
"Shouldn't the dead hate the living?" Starbeck asked in confusion.
"There are exceptions too, or should I say, it's different in this world. Unique Dungeon eh? Things are getting interesting," Kieran chuckled. He put down the electric baton and passed the newspaper on the bar counter to Starbeck.
The newspaper was the latest edition.
The picture of John Dickson, the serial killer and the killer of his wife, was on the front page and beside the killer was a picture of a lady.
Although blurred, Starbeck could tell the lady was the customer who had just left.
"S-She's John Dickson's wife? Why was she here!?" Starbeck asked in surprise.
"She was here to thank us," Kieran checked the stack of money before giving it to Starbeck.
The amount was 10,000.
Starbeck was a little lost after receiving the money.
It wasn't because of the amount of money he received. For a wealthy person like Starbeck, money was never about the numbers, even though things slightly changed after he entered the dungeon world, he still wasn't surprised by the money. What surprised him was the dead in this world did not attack the living based on instinct and even paid for the favour.
This was truly… bizarre.
Starbeck came up with the comment after a while.
He then put the money into the almost empty money box carefully.
Their initial funds were all from John Dickson and after the spending for ingredients in the afternoon, they almost hit rock bottom. Even though Starbeck had a blurry concept about how valuable money was, he still knew money was essential for them to survive through the duration in this dungeon world.
Not all customers were as generous as the special woman, and Kieran never planned to truly operate this restaurant, so the money had an extra meaning to it.
'Hope this will be enough,' Starbeck thought in his heart.
A sense of danger rose in his heart. Unlike the fear of everything else, this would be the first time in Starbeck's life that he had to worry about money.
It was a fresh experience but also an anxious one.
As the freshness and anxiety lingered in his mind, he turned back to the kitchen.
He ought to use the current ingredients to cook something that smelled better and tasted better, to attract more customers—although Kieran would never really care about the restaurant, this restaurant was the only way Starbeck knew how to earn money.
The hustling in the kitchen interrupted Kieran's thoughts. He looked down at the electric baton.
The dead were weak against electricity and fire, hence why Kieran purposely kept this electric baton from John Dickson's hotel when he tidied up the place.
The electric baton would be the best item he had against the dead, but judging from the female customer, this electric baton somehow felt lackluster.
Perhaps it was enough to deal with ordinary wandering souls or even the female customers, but who knew what was out there? There must be something even more powerful.
Should powerful spirits with a consciousness appear, an electric baton was obviously not enough.
Kieran would at least need a flamethrower, but it was fairly impossible to get his hands on one with his current identity or channels. 
If the science part couldn't help, the mystical part may be of use.
Fortunately, he had a skill that he could use to handle the situation at hand.
"Cracked ruby and volcanic ashes, eh?" Kieran muttered. 
He then shook his head. 
Given his level of [Mystical Knowledge], even if [Burning Hand] was sealed, it was not too difficult for him to perform a mystical attack.
However, a cracked ruby wasn't something that he could buy from the supermarket, and even if this world had it, he had no money.
Still, Kieran was far from giving up. 'Give Up' was not included in Kieran's dictionary.
He thought of a way that he could substitute the materials but that was a task for another day.
Now?
More customers arrived at the restaurant.
This time, it was two ladies, one looking helpless and one looking drunk. The helpless one was helping the drunk one up and the moment they stepped in, the drunk one made noise, "Alcohol! Give me alcohol!"
"We don't serve alcohol here. Please go to the next one." Kieran said coldly.
His cold attitude was because of the helpless one kept showing him an apologetic gaze, otherwise he would have thrown the drunk one out.
"N-No alcohol? T-Then what do you have? Serve me whatever you have! I have the money!"
The drunk lady couldn't even speak well in her state.
This was the reason why Kieran hated to deal with drunkards.
Under the influence of alcohol, one would lose all manners and become exceptionally troublesome. 
Fortunately, beside the drunk lady was a clear-minded one.
"We will have a bowl of chicken soup please," the other lady quickly made an order when she saw Kieran furrow his brows.
"Fine," Kieran turned around and went for the bowl of soup.
"H-How much for chicken soup?" the drunk lady spoke again.
"That will be 10 bucks," Kieran revealed the price.
Perhaps the price for normal people in this world was a little too high, but from Kieran's point of view, Starbeck's brand of chicken soup was definitely worth the price.
If it wasn't for Starbeck's suggestion, he would have increased the price ten fold.
Slam!
The drunk lady slammed the table, stood up, and started to falter. If it wasn't for the other lady beside her, she would have fallen, but the drunk lady did not appreciate the help, pushing her friend away but failing. She then shouted, "Is my beauty not worth a dime?"
She crawled her way onto the bar counter and stuck her face closer to Kieran.
Her eyelashes were long, her eyes were enigmatically captivating after being drunk, and her cheeks were red. Together with her young and energetic presence, she was definitely a beauty to the eye. However, she reeked of alcohol, and no matter how beautiful she was, Kieran would pick Bloody Mary over her anyday, especially after she slammed the table.
After some thought…
"100 bucks then," Kieran said the price that he initially marked up.
"That's more like it! Other normal dudes pay 10 bucks, a beauty like me must of course pay 100!" the drunk lady then sat back down.
Never reason with a drunkard, their thoughts are not on the same dimension.
Kieran served the bowl of chicken soup to her. He calmly told himself, 'You are opening a business now, patience gives birth to wealth.'
He avoided the alcoholic stench and turned around for a deep breath, then went behind the bar counter with his newspaper again.
However, it seemed like the drunk woman didn't want to lose a person to talk to.
"Hey owner, what do you think love is?"
"200 bucks if you throw up on the floor," Kieran said without looking at her.
"What 200 bucks? Do I look like someone who will throw up on the floor?" the drunk lady yelled.
"300 bucks if you throw up on the table," Kieran added.
The other lady repeatedly bowed with her hands on the table, hoping for Kieran's generosity. She then turned to her friend and tried to talk her down, yet her persuasion seemed to cause a negative effect.
"Don't you touch me! I know you and those bastards are together! I bet you are looking at me like a joke now, right? F*ck off!" the drunk lady pushed away her friend.
The other lady was caught off guard and pushed to the floor, even the bowl of chicken soup almost fell off the table.
Kieran quickly leaned forward and reached out to save the bowl of soup, looking at the drunk lady with an angry gaze.
"Do you think I am wrong? Why am I wrong? I just want to be in love, what's wrong with that? Why does he have to be so two-minded, why does he always go to the little bitches?"
The drunk lady shuddered in front of Kieran's angry gaze, instantly waking up a little but the other part, which was still heavily drunk, felt that it was too cowardly to back off, so she put on her fierce face and shouted at Kieran.
She shouted at first but gradually turned softer, and other than Kieran, even the other lady couldn't hear what she said.
"You are not wrong. You are very right. Man doesn't have love, so he'll love whoever is beautiful." Women don't have love either, so she'll love whoever is good to her. So love was praised by people, because of its good side. Love is beautiful and also good to you but is it real?" Kieran asked.
"If love isn't real, what is?" the drunk lady asked in a daze.
"This is," Kieran placed the chicken soup in front of the lady and continued, "Love can be nurtured, you will eventually find the right person but the soup, you must drink it while it's hot."
Looking at the chicken soup, her heavy head was baffled by confusion.
She felt the words Kieran said made no sense but it sounded right also.
She tried to argue, but no words formed in her mind.
In the end, she finished every drop of the chicken soup.
She then pulled out a 100 bucks note and placed it beside the empty bowl.
"Money for the soup."
The drunk lady then staggered away. 
The other lady stood up, bowed to Kieran apologetically, and ran out in a hurry.
Kieran kept the money and the bowl and passed them to Starbeck again.
Starbeck received the money, his eyes at Kieran showing a little surprised.
"What's wrong?" Kieran asked.
"I think what you said just now made a lot of sense," Starbeck said seriously.
"Really? That's because the author made it sound reasonable."
Kieran then passed the newspaper, which he had finished reading, to Starbeck. In the love column, the words Kieran just said were clearly written down.
Starbeck looked at the love column and laughed.
"You think it's ridiculous also, right? He doesn't even understand things yet he wanted to guide people. If he really understands love, why would he whine here?" said Kieran.
Starbeck didn't answer, smiling at Kieran. He felt Kieran was much more genuine in this kind of situation, much more genuine than the flame swirling, killer-intents filled Kieran.
"Good."
Starbeck put down the newspaper and hopped back to the kitchen with the used bowl, smiling.
Kieran was confused why Starbeck was so happy, shaking his head in confusion.
He didn't ask why, not all things should be explained by reasons. 
If everything should be reasonable and made sense, nothing in the world would because everything was forced and unreasonable.
Kieran then picked up the magazine that he bought during the afternoon and started reading behind the bar counter.
Water flowed in the kitchen, books flipped at the bar counter.
The day soon turned bright.
The first light pierced the darkness in the sky and brought forth a beautiful day.
Then…
"Aaaaaa! Dead people!"


Welcome to a virtual underground game with no protection, full of lurking players who seek survival, power, and fortune. Kieran chose to enter this VRMMORPG game without hesitation, because he knew this was the only way for him to escape death’s grasp. Can he escape death in real life though, or will he end up dying inside the game? 

Lu Man then went over, wanting to personally make a nourishing soup for Han Zhuoli.
Auntie Liu cooked quite well, but she didn't match up to Lu Man, she was still lacking.
She went along with Auntie Liu to the market to buy an old female chicken. The best thing was that in the small city of South Yunnan there were a lot of wild mushrooms, and nourishing herbs available readily.
After they bought all the ingredients, Lu Man followed Auntie Liu to the hotel kitchen.
Auntie Liu had bought the ingredients herself, but since she was borrowing the kitchen she needed to pay a small amount to the hotel as rent for their kitchen.
Auntie Liu had long become familiar with the people in the kitchen and their relationship seemed quite good.
As soon as Auntie Liu entered the kitchen, she greeted the chefs and their disciples. All the disciples were teenagers, and they instantly smiled back and greeted her, "Auntie Liu, you're here!"
"Why did you bring a pretty lady along today?" A disciple who looked to be around 17 or 18 years old asked.
Since it was a small remote city, many students around his age did not continue to go to school, and instead came out to work.
Auntie Liu smiled and scolded, "Young brat, you're already a sweet talker at such a young age, This is Miss Lu, my employer, she's also an actor in the Greedy Wolf Operation."
"So she's a celebrity, no wonder she's so good looking!"
Lu Man hurriedly waved her hands. "That's not it, I'm just a newcomer."
Lu Man followed Auntie Liu to the stove that had been emptied for them and since Lu Man wanted to prepare the dinner herself, Auntie Liu became Lu Man's assistant tonight.
A young disciple who was standing at the side exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Lu is cooking herself?"
All of them had heard how the young girl from big cities rarely knew how to cook.
But upon seeing how Lu Man was so young, and also a celebrity, for them anyone who acted was a celebrity, and yet knew how to cook they were astounded.
"Just call me Lu Man, there's no need to be so polite," Lu Man smiled and said. After rolling up her sleeves, she put on her apron, and started cutting cut the stomach of the chicken and dealt with the internal organs and the blood.
Seeing how meticulous and efficient her actions were it was obvious that she was not new to cooking, and this left all the disciples flabbergasted.
"I didn't think that you really know how to cook!"
Auntie Liu smiled and said, "What are you saying!"
The disciple scratched his head, smiling sheepishly he said, "I just heard that all the young girls in big cities do not know how to cook."
"There are still some that know," Lu Man smiled, and hurriedly prepared the chicken, then she washed away all the blood with water before putting it in the pot to steam it.
She then placed all the others warm nourishing herbs into a filter bag, that way, there would not be any residue left in the soup.
While cooking other dishes, she would often take a look at the soup and remove the bubbles and oil that formed a layer on top.
Although the soup was not yet done and the chicken's essence was still being absorbed into the soup, the aroma had already started to arise.
The disciple instantly felt hungry on smelling it. "How nice smelling, why is the smell different from the chicken soup we normally drink?"
As he said, he also peeked curiously at the main cook.
Amused, the middle-aged head chef patted the back of his student's head. "She's cooking for herself so, of course, she'll put in her all, she even put in so many expensive mushrooms and herbs, how could it not smell nice?"
They were doing business for earning money, why would they be so meticulous?
Considering just this one pot of soup, if they cooked and sold it, the price would be so high that only the rich could enjoy it.
But no matter what, the middle-aged head chef would not admit that Lu Man probably had some secret recipe and that even if he put the same ingredients, he would not be able to get this pleasing aroma.
Meanwhile, Han Zhuoli was still asleep while Lu Man kept watching the flame and removing the oil on the chicken soup.
After a while, the chicken soup became very clear and consistent with a fresh delicious aroma.


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

Lin Fan looked at the thousands of people waiting in line for Dragon Kin Stew. He was surprised that many of the people in line were actually shameless Dragon Kin who saw no problem with eating the Dragon King's son.

However, what really surprised him was the exorbitant price he was able to charge for Dragon Zen's massive body. Compared to a cow, he saw a great opportunity to sell Dragon Kin meat in the future. Since the Dragon Kin Race was almost as fecund as the bunnies he was freely feeding Dragon Stew, he was sure such a thing might come to fruition in the future.

"Father... Is it me, or are we the only clan still on this mountain? I was wondering... Why do we still call it Eight Clan Mountain when there is only one clan..."

"That's true..." Lin Fan ate some of the dragon kin soup as he smiled and watched some people get turned away from the gigantic pot that had a sweet scent coming from it... "I'm guessing it's about time this place fully comes under my grasp... However, do you know what happened to Su Fan?"

"I think she went with Gue Fan and Princess Mane... I heard they were going to give you a present for winning against Dragon Zen..."

"It's true brother..." Lightning Woo lowered his head with shame as he walked up to Lin Fan. "They took some of the money from your vault, and went off to the city to buy something. I couldn't stop them from leaving no how matter how hard I begged..."

"Is Yan Ran with them?" Lin Fan started to get slightly nervous as a few patrons began to cry in the background as they couldn't afford the soup because the price increased... "I heard she made friends with Su Fan when they met in the bathroom..."

"Yes, apparently, Su Fan and Yan Ran both have divine bodies... However, for some reason, Yan Ran is sure this entire world is her bed room... I'm afraid she might try and remodel it..." Mimi Fan gulped down some soup with a smile as Pluck at the soup as well...

Pluck had even started growing a little bit as he ate the soup, and was starting to sprout scales over his feathers which made him look especially strange. His feet had also widened and he no longer looked like a weak chicken. Instead, he looked like an extremely ugly chicken that had gotten slapped with scales.

"I guess that means I don' t have to worry..." Lin Fan smiled and ate more of the soup before he sighed and passed it to Pluck... "Here... you look like this is benefiting you.... I'll give you a few more pounds of stew so your face isn't so hard to look at..."

"Thank you... I know I'm quite the site for sour eyes..." Plucks eyes turned blood red as he addictively ate the Dragon Stew as several people looked at him with disbelief at his serving.

Lin Fan had made a rule that one ounce of Dragon Kin Meat was worth one blaze treasure, and a half a pound was one horizon treasure. With these prices, some people were signing contracts to work in the Water Mine once again, and a few even dared to sign up for Sadist Farm...

"I... I have a bad feeling though about the future... Ever since I reached the Forbidden Realm brother I've gotten this sense of foreboding danger... It's like very soon we won't be together..."

"Lightning Woo... About that? How are you so strong now? I'm not even sure if I could beat you and Mimi Fan if you fought together... What was Grand Dragon Veros' secret?"

"He... he knows how to use the law of time to make us listen to him for longer amounts of time..." Mimi Fan gulped down the soup as she reflected on her horrid memories of that inglorious time. "For six months I trained with Lightning Woo against an army of extremely strong bunnies... However, we only made it up to the fifteenth strongest bunny army! There is still fourteen stronger bunny armies we could've fought!"

"So... are you eight years old now..." Lin Fan gulped as Gue Fan served some soup to a few bunnies that wanted seconds on their plates. "Wait, I guess that means I have to give you something?" Lin Fan literally had thousands of Blaze Rank treasures and a few hundred Horizon Rank Treasures... "How about I let you come with father on a little trip?"

"Where are we going?" Pluck said as he looked at Lin Fan with an angered expression with his face now almost fully covered with scales... "I finally look hideous... It's every dragons dream to look like monster..."

"Yeah, brother, where are we going?" Lightning Woo's stomach grumbled as he looked at Lin Fan's face with fear... "I never imagined you'd leave this mountain, and now you're talking about leaving it?"

"The Forbidden Tournament to finally return the favor that I promised Princess Mane all those weeks ago... Before she gave me baptized me with her beautiful body all those months ago..." Lin Fan nodded his head as he noticed a strange fire burning in Eight Clan City.. "However, is it me, or did someone set fire to Eight Clan City?"

[The Sadist System has been activated!]

[You will now get points for causing beautiful women to suffer, men to grovel at your feet, and for killing anyone who gets in your way.]

[Thousands would beg to be in your position, but you're the lucky bastard who will be making those thousands suffer while taking revenge out on their wives!]

[Does the sky have limits, yes?! Do you, NO!]

Lin Fan smiled as he sat down in front of the Fan Sect and smiled as he put his arms back and observed the clouds.

He saw all the women he'd now get because of the Sadist System, and all the revenge he'd make those who treated him badly experience.

There were thousands of planets in Horizon, and Lin Fan's planet was just one small planet in that ring of planets that led to eternity. However, he could see himself conquering the entire universe with his system...

"Excuse me sir... Would you mind please telling me what happened to my daughter last night... She keeps smiling and saying your name..."

"We... we earned some points... Let me describe it to you so I can earn some more..."

Lin Fan grabbed the man's shoulder and guided him over to his daughter so they could both tell him the story...

"You... you what!"

+ 10 sadist points....

All Lin Fan described was a nice back massage... What was so wrong with that?

***

The masked man felt infuriated after seeing Min Sung's leisure.

Now that his identity was revealed, he had to fight with all his might.

And if they were going to fight anyway, it was a given that he should use his full force.

The masked man unleashed his Aura.

The grass underneath the masked man's feet began to die and the ground cracked in half.

The dark Aura radiated from within him as the masked man's eyes sparkled intensely.

But Min Sung simply smirked at the masked man.

"I don't understand."

"…?"

The masked man looked at Min Sung in confusion.

Min Sung continued, "I thought Beatrice was where the best players of each star come to fight, but… everyone's too weak."

In response to Min Sung's remark, the masked man felt his insides boil with rage.

"Stop being so arrogant. You're just a low-ranking player who isn't even in the ranks in this world."

Min Sung's eyes grew cold.

"You'll end up under me anyway."

"I don't know where your confidence is coming from. You'll end up dying in my hands before that happens."

The masked man put his hands together.

The dark smoky Aura gathered in the masked man's hands and then began spreading out like fog.

Despite the attack having been begun, Min Sung didn't move or respond.

He just watched without a sound.

'That arrogant bastard. I'll kill you and your pride once and for all.'

He had already reported everything he needed to about that player.

He just failed to tail him any longer, but he had no interest in getting attacked by him.

The masked man knew that it hadn't been long since he entered the world of Beatrice.

No matter how talented and powerful he was, he was still just a little chick within Beatrice, so there was a good chance.

The masked man exerted as much magic power as he could, and the dark Aura in the form of a fog was just one of his very own divinations.

Once the Aura spread and covered the area with fog, his opponent would lose his way.

His sight would be hindered, and his ability to sense his opponent would fall apart.

It also made his senses in his hands and feet grow dull.

It was an understatement to say that he spent all of his time in Beatrice perfecting this ability.

Even players with higher specifications than his didn't have an ability such as this, and that especially applied to novice players.

Before the dark Aura fog spread too far, he had to attack at least 3 times, and he was thankful that the arrogant bastard gave him enough time.

As a result, the situation became favorable for him.

The masked man was certain he was going to win.

He was sure that he would see that novice stiffen up and show a bewildered look on his face

"Is that it?"

"…?!"

The masked man jolted his eyes wide open in shock.

Although his arms and legs were paralyzed and his senses were dulled, Min Sung flew over at a surprising speed and swung his fist.

Thud!


The sound of impact against concrete could be heard.

His face was dented, and his mask ripped.

After the masked man flew into the air while shedding blood, he rolled on the ground.

"Ugh… Ugh!"

He was in pain, and he couldn't see.

He tried to get up so that he could block upcoming attacks, but in contrast to his plans, it was him who was wobbling around, not his opponent.

The masked man looked like a newborn foal.

He continuously tried to get up but failed over and over again.

Min Sung walked over to him and looked down at the masked man.

"It's not because you let your guard down or made a mistake."

The masked man looked up at Min Sung with shaking eyes.

"It's because you're weak."

"…!"

Min Sung lifted his fist.

"And you probably won't be able to report this part."

"Damn it…"

Pow!

Min Sung punched the masked man in the head while he was kneeling.

The masked man died right then and there.

[You've gotten rid of a spy.]
[The Dionysus Gods who gifted you with experience points are happy.]
[Some of the gods are not so amused.]
[The gods are becoming less interested.]
[The number of gods watching over you is getting lower.]

Min Sung laughed bitterly.

Was he supposed to fool around just to get more viewers?

Min Sung scoffed and turned toward his party.

***

He returned to Ho Sung Lee, Bowl, and Ssol.

Thanks to the system map, they were able to find their destination without much difficulty.

"You're back early. How did it go? Did you find the spy?" Ho Sung Lee asked.

"I killed him," answered Min Sung.

Ho Sung Lee wasn't surprised and simply nodded.

"What would you like to eat?"

Min Sung checked the map one more time.

There was quite a distance left until their destination.

Right now was the best time to eat.

"Prepare anything."

"Yes, Sir."

"To be honest, there's something I've been thinking of while you were gone."

Ho Sung Lee proved that he had good sense.

While Min Sung was off taking care of the spy, Ho Sung Lee was already thinking of what to make.

"Ssol!"

Ho Sung Lee clapped twice and whistled for Ssol.

In response, Ssol came running over and stood next to Ho Sung Lee with his golden pouch on his back.

"I'll prepare something delicious for you."

Ho Sung Lee showed a confident smile on his face.

***

The sight of food being placed on a table in the middle of the woods was quite unusual.

On top of the clean table was a fabulous meal.

Since they didn't need chairs, they decided to stand and eat in front of the table taken out of the item window.

There was one main menu, and the only side dish was Kimchi.

It was placed in the middle of the empty table, but it showed off stunning visuals.

The stone pot contained chicken soup with ginseng.

Chicken soup with ginseng.

The best health food that Koreans loved for generations.

On top of that, the ingredients that were used for the chicken soup with ginseng was good enough to serve to a king.

Despite the fact that all of the ingredients were standard for the dish, the chicken soup with ginseng shined extra bright due to two additional ingredients.

And those were natural mushrooms and ginseng.

The natural mushroom was subtle enough while he added just enough ginseng to compliment the rest of the dish.

As Min Sung looked down at the chicken ginseng soup, which was too good to put a price on, he felt his appetite exploding.

That was how delicious the chicken soup with ginseng looked.

He couldn't look at the crossed legs of the chicken for long before he picked up his spoon.

Min Sung began to rip the chicken apart with his chopsticks.

Since it was cooked over Bowl's intense dark fire, the meat fell off the bones easily.

Meanwhile, Min Sung looked at the pale broth and gulped.

"Sir, you can dip the meat in salt."

Ho Sung Lee placed a small bowl containing salt in front of Min Sung.

Min Sung dipped the meat in salt before he put it into his mouth.

As soon as he swallowed the salty chicken meat, he felt immediately satisfied.

Min Sung lifted his spoon and tasted a spoonful of the pale broth of the chicken soup with ginseng.

Slurp!

It was a killer.

How could the broth be so thick?

Min Sung looked at Ho Sung Lee with surprise.

Ho Sung Lee was smiling.

"Is it all right?"

Min Sung nodded and focused on his chicken soup with ginseng.

He saw a mushroom.

'I wonder how a natural mushroom tastes like.'

Min Sung carefully picked up a piece of the mushroom with his spoon.

Since it was natural, it looked darker than usual.

As for the taste…

Slurp.

The mushroom entered his mouth.

'This is crazy!'

Min Sung jolted his eyes wide open in shock at the unexpected flavors of the mushroom.

Min Sung had never tasted natural mushroom before.

For that reason, he was especially shocked.

'How can a mushroom taste this amazing?'

Min Sung appreciated the flavor with a serious look on his face

The scent of the well-cooked mushroom drenched in the broth made his body ring.

The depth of the scent almost made his body paralyzed.

As a result, Min Sung became entranced by the scent of the mushroom.

It was an outstanding scent.

The natural mushroom was so powerful that he finally realized why people loved natural ingredients so much.

Min Sung tilted his head in awe. He tasted the broth again. He had a piece of chicken dipped in salt before he had another piece of the mushroom with the broth.

His mind became blank.

So blank that he couldn't think of anything.

As Min Sung chewed on a piece of ginseng, he gave Ho Sung Lee a thumbs up.

Ho Sung Lee smiled and showed a respectful nod.

And after that, Ho Sung Lee also began eating his bowl of chicken soup with ginseng.

***

His body temperature rose due to the filling meal, and he was overflowing with energy and good vibes.

Now that he was full, he had to head to their next destination.

There was a portal leading to the city after Newtie City, but in order to use the gate, they needed a ticket.

And that ticket was one that headed to the 12th dungeon, which was located at the top of the mountain they were climbing.

It was fairly far from Newtie City, but if they cleared this dungeon, they would be able to obtain that ticket.

For that reason, they headed to the 12th dungeon at a fast pace, allowing them to arrive in front of the dungeon in no time.

After living in a desolate land, where there wasn't even a single blade of grass and hunger was an everyday reality, Min Sung finally returns to Earth: his home.

"Am I... back from the dead?"

Having lived off the remains of the monsters he had slain for a century, the food on Earth became a heavenly delicacy to him.

"Do NOT get between me and my meal!"

Judgment awaits those who disrupt the champion's meal.

Now, let the feast of the ultimate reincarnator begin!

Zi Yan's home was at the Yunyin Garden District in the east district.
In the past, she was a famous celebrity and had a high price. So naturally, the house she bought was also a luxurious mansion.

The house was the Yunyin Garden's high-rise compound, the upper and lower floors had a total area of more than 400 square meters, which meant that one story with a total area of more than 200 square meters.

When he first bought it, the price was 150,000 yuan per square meter. A house with decoration and furniture cost a total of nearly 70 million yuan. This house could be considered a mansion anywhere in the mainland.
Although he had a lot of savings in the past, after he retired, he spent quite a bit of it. Until now, he only had around 10 million yuan in savings.
Perhaps, giving this money to ordinary people would last them a lifetime, but in Zi Yan's opinion, that was far from enough.
She wanted to give Mengmeng a good life, and this was one of the reasons why Zi Yan had returned.

Of course, the bigger reason was still her dream of becoming a celebrity. The dream hadn't come to an end yet, so she didn't want to give it up.

Back home.

"Mengmeng, did you have fun with Aunt Wang?" Zi Yan said with a smile.
Seeing Mengmeng, the pressure in her heart had lightened by a lot. Only when she saw Mengmeng, would she be able to remove the coldness on her face and put on a gentle and sweet smile.

Aunt Wang was a professional nanny hired by Zi Yan for a high salary. Her name was Wang Juan and she was responsible for taking care of Mengmeng and cleaning the house.

"I-I'm fine, I wasn't happy with PaPa, I miss him." Mengmeng pouted.
"When your PaPa is done, you will be able to see him."

Zi Yan said snappily.
The little girl and Zhang Han had only been together for five days and they already started to depend on each other.
At this moment, Zi Yan was already thinking to himself that he shouldn't interact with Zhang Han too often.
Control, yes, control.
At one side, Zhang Han was coaxing a happy child. At the other end, Zhang Han was lying on the sofa as he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Un..." Eight o'clock? "
Zhang Tian sat up. He had slept from noon until eight in the evening. Furthermore, he had slept for so long and was still very tired.
"Gu Gu …"
Zhang Han's stomach growled twice, reminding Zhang Tian that it was time to eat dinner.

Arriving at a restaurant downstairs, Zhang Han immediately ordered some blood nourishing delicacies.

Blackchicken soup, fried spinach with pork liver, and even specially ordered a large cup of brown sugar water.
The Black Chicken Soup was very fresh, but when the picky Zhang Han ate the Black Chicken, he knew that the Black Chicken was not an authentic local chicken.
The local chickens were also known as stupid chickens. They were raised at home and didn't feed those industrial fodder. The chickens and ducks that fed the fodder were bigger and didn't have that much nutrition. There were even some chemicals that were harmful to the body.
On the other hand, the ground chicken was different. It was much better than the fodder chicken in all aspects, especially the taste, which was more fragrant and tender.

In other words, the chicken stewed in a pot for an hour in the city would normally be rather messy (fully cooked), while the domestic chicken stewed in a pot for an hour would still be rather hard. In essence, it would be much worse. Those who are interested can give it a try.)
Therefore, the price of stupid chicken was usually above one hundred yuan, while the feed chicken was around twenty yuan. The rest of the chickens sold in the market were basically all fake.

The black chicken that Zhang Han was currently eating had a label of being a domestic chicken on it, but it was something he did not mention.

Zhang Han did not mind, after he had planted the thunder yang tree, he would raise his own, and suffer a bit before that.
Because he had lost too much blood, Zhang Han was able to eat all of the crows, drink all of the soup, drink all of the brown sugar, and eat all of the pig liver.
After the meal, he sat in the dining hall to rest for ten minutes. Zhang Han paid and left, giving Zhang Li a call to rent her room.
The rental house was 88 square meters, it was over 60 square meters, two rooms and a living room. The decorations were quite warm, and the two girls had taken care of the house well.

"Little Li, do you know anyone from the Bureau of Lands?" The Hong Kong is called the Bureau of Lands, and the mainland is called the Bureau of Lands)
asked from his bedroom.
"Brother, I don't know you. Why are you so pale?" Is he sick? " Zhang Li asked in concern.

"Maybe it's because he's cold from sleep, so he's fine." Zhang Han laughed and shook his head.
"What are you asking the Bureau for?" Zhang Li asked curiously.
"I want... "Let's rent a mountain."

"Puff …" Zhang Li almost choked on her saliva for a moment. She glared at him and said in disbelief: "Did I hear wrongly, brother? What are you doing renting the hilltop? "
"Don't make a fuss." Zhang Han lightly tapped Zhang Li's forehead, and said: "Rent a mountain to grow some things."
"There's no need to rent a mountain, is there? In Hong Kong, how can you rent it whenever you want? Furthermore, even if you can rent it, the price must be outrageously high. Zhang Li said in a resentful tone.

"You'll know when the time comes. I'll definitely rent the mountain. Do you have any friends from the Bureau of Lands?" Zhang Han said casually.
"I don't know anyone from the Land Administration Department. Wait! I'll go ask Li Anna. " Zhang Li said before he ran out in a hurry.

Li Anna was the other tenant of the house. She had attended Hong Kong University for four years and had graduated to become a clerk in a large scale company for two years.

Li Anna was about 1.6m tall, but she was relatively short. Her round face was slightly cute, and when she saw Zhang Han who was 1.8m, who liked tall boys, her eyes lit up as she greeted:
"Hello, Big Brother Zhang."

"Hello." Zhang Han nodded.
"I heard you want to rent a mountain? Have you taken a fancy to a mountain? " Li Anna asked with a smile.
Even if she liked being tall, it didn't mean that she would fall in love the moment she saw a tall person. There wasn't that much of a love at first sight in this world, so after a simple greeting, she started to work.

"Mount New Moon."
"Mount New Moon?" Li Anna's expression changed slightly, the answer she received exceeded her expectations, and she replied in a serious tone: "Mount New Moon is not simple, I don't even know if the authorities of Hong Kong have any plans to develop the Mount New Moon, after all, it is close to the New Moon Bay, even if they wanted to develop it, they would need to bid for the land, if you want to contract it yourself, with my permission, it would be a bit overthinking."
"What about the short-term package? One year or less. " Zhang Han frowned slightly.
Without mentioning anything else, Zhang Han would never give up just the spirit water inside the Mount New Moon.

If it really doesn't work, then I will become the king, how can I, a dignified Han Yang Immortal, be restricted by the laws of this world?

Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment. He, a dignified Han Yang Immortal, had to be honest and honest right now.

"Short-term?" Li Anna was slightly stunned, then said: "If it's short term, then I'll help you ask my friend."
"Thank you." Zhang Han nodded.
Li Anna took out his phone and called him. He was full of sincerity towards his help, and was a very warm-hearted person.

After making the call, Li Anna smiled and said:
He said that you would contact him for this matter at 7 o'clock in the morning. It seems like there's something to be done, Big Brother Zhang, you should take note of his number, you can contact him directly tomorrow morning. His name is Liu Meng and his number is XXXXXXX.
"Ok, thank you. Did Anna have dinner tonight? I'll treat you to a midnight snack? " Zhang Han said with a smile.

The polite words and sunny smile made Li Anna have a very good first impression of Zhang Han, but she still shook her head and smiled:
"I won't be eating midnight snack, it will get fatter if I eat dinner, so Big Brother Zhang, you don't have to be so courteous, I have a good relationship with Zhang Li."
"Enough, don't be so formal, I'm going to work. Brother, do you want to stay here?" Zhang Li asked.

"I'm going back to Milan district."

Zhang Han stood up and said.
After bidding farewell to his sister downstairs, Zhang Han drove the purplish-blue Gipu Wrangler back to his house in the Milan Institution.

When he passed by the supermarket, Zhang Han bought red sugar and red dates, went back home and soaked them in water before drinking three cups. These were all to replenish his blood.

He went to bed early. At seven o'clock the next day, Zhang Han called Liu Meng and directly explained the situation to him. The two of them arranged to meet up at a Starbucks near the Milan district at eight o'clock.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Liu Meng arrived right on time, and extended his hand enthusiastically after meeting her.


"Yes."
Zhang Han nodded slightly. After he shook hands with, he sized him up a few times. Liu Meng was dressed formally.
"I heard that Mr Zhang wants to rent a Mount New Moon?" Liu Meng asked.
"Yes."
"Mount New Moon may have to be developed in the next few years, have you considered about other territories?" Liu Meng said with a slight smile.

"No, I just wanted to ask if Mount New Moon can rent it." Zhang Han said as he opened the door.
"Then I would like to ask you, what are you planning to do by renting a Mount New Moon?" Liu Meng asked.
"Planting some things." Zhang Han laughed faintly.

"This matter is not easy to handle, but you are Anna's friend, I can ask for you, but if you really want to rent it, there are many limitations, such as not being able to cut down or modify trees, can you accept these conditions?" Liu Meng said.

"Acceptable." Zhang Han nodded, and said: "If you have any other requests, feel free to mention them."
After all, he did not want to help out for free, so Liu Meng became much more enthusiastic during the following conversations. After chatting for a while, when it was almost nine o'clock, Liu Meng got up and took his leave, telling Zhang Han that he would be able to get the news for him that night.

In the morning, Zhang Han bought some fine beef, kelp, wooden ear and other foods that could indirectly help him replenish his blood, and also bought some Blood Replenishing Medicine from the Chinese medicine store. During the day, he planned to replenish his body at home, because when the thunder yang tree was growing it would still absorb a lot of his blood.

Of course, he had to make up for it in the next few days. If he didn't wait for the tree to grow and he lost too much blood and burped, it would become a huge joke.
On the other side, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei were still in the listening room at Royal Entertainment Company's company.

Listening to the screening one by one, this was a very tiring task.
The fundamental reason was that the songs in the library were too common, and most of them could even be called trash.
But there was no other way around it. The resources here were just for him to choose or not choose.
As a result, the two could only choose songs that used Zi Yan's voice to improve their quality. This road was very difficult, but Zi Yan persisted on.

During the entire day, he had only chosen 30 songs that he didn't think much of. When he was about to choose 100 songs, he picked the ones that were slightly better out of the 100 short ones.

Zhang Han returned back to earth from the cultivation world and became a stay-home dad. Rebuild mountain, open restaurant, write some songs, flirt with his own child’s mom……Stay tuned and watch how cultivator stay-home dad Zhang Han plays the city around in his palm.

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Yue Tingfeng closed the bedroom door and called Jiang Lai on the phone. "Do me a favor, warn Yan Ruke that if she dares lay a finger on Yan Qingsi, I will sink her to the lowest rung of society in Luo City. Tell her that I will no longer tolerate her dumb tricks."
After he hung up the call, Yue Tingfeng switched off his phone and took off his shirt. He went into the bedroom. He threw aside the dangling shoe on Yan Qing's foot and went under the covers, hugging her to sleep.
Well, when he said that he wanted to wake up next to Yan Qingsi every day, he meant it.
As peaceful as Yan Qingsi's sleep was, Yan Ruke was experiencing the total opposite of it. Her mental state was bordering the line of insanity.
At the current moment, Yan Ruke looked like the devil with her bloodshot eyes—she was on a rampage in her office. Everything—the computer, her phone, her mug, files—was strewn across the office floor.
Yan Ruke held a blade in her hand and slashed at a doll given to her by her subordinate. When she finally stopped, the doll was unrecognizable and the stuffing littered the floor.
Yan Ruke muttered under her breath, "I knew it. Yan Qingsi would never let me go. I knew it..."
"B*tch, b*tch, b*tch! Why did you have to steal my man? Why? Why aren't you dead? Why didn't you just die along with your mother…"
"Yan Qingsi, I will never forgive you. Don't you dare steal things from me and ruin the good life I have… Yue Tingfeng is mine!"
Yan Ruke picked up her phone, but the impact had rendered it unfunctional.
She walked to her desk and picked up the office phone.
"Hello, Brother Zhao, help me track Yan Qingsi's latest whereabouts. Yes, I want the exact time and location. You can set the price."
She put down the receiver. Yan Ruke's face twisted into a hideous, angry snarl.
'Yan Qingsi, I'll never have my peace whilst you're still alive.'
'You signed your death warrant when you came back. Don't say that I didn't show mercy.'
…
Yan Qingsi was incredibly tired and slept until three in the afternoon. She was awoken by her hungry stomach.
She rubbed her belly and got out of bed, not caring if there was someone lying next to her. She then sleepily made her way into the kitchen.
A pot of chicken soup was still on the stove, along with some other dishes. She just needed to heat the food up.
Yan Qingsi leaned against the stove with her eyes fixated on the pot. Part of her wished the flame would burn hotter to speed up the heating process.
Finally, steam could be seen emanating from the pot. The aroma of chicken soup filled the kitchen. Yan Qingsi quickly grabbed herself a big bowl of soup.
She turned off the gas and turned around to find Yue Tingfeng leaning against the kitchen doorway. His eyes watched her hug the big bowl of soup.
Yan Qingsi clutched the bowl tighter. "Take it yourself if you want some."
"Serve me a bowl." Yue Tingfeng walked toward her.
"Why don't you ask me to feed you instead?"
Yue Tingfeng nodded his head. "I was just about to. How about you feed me?"
"Hehe… Aren't you funny? F*ck off, let me eat my food in peace."
Yue Tingfeng leaned forward. "Then let me feed you."
That line almost made Yan Qingsi lose her appetite. She raised her head and said, "Does your mother know how shameless her son is?"
Yue Tingfeng squeezed into the single-seater couch with Yan Qingsi. "Of course she knows. That soup was meant for me, so let me drink some."
Yan Qingsi suddenly grabbed Yue Tingfeng's hand and placed it on her belly. "No, it was not meant for you. It's for the unborn child that you heartlessly killed!"


Yan Qingsi was a woman so captivating that she could change the lives of anyone she crossed paths with. Shunned, shamed, and abused by her family, they wanted nothing more than to see her turn up dead. She had other plans though — she was determined to exact revenge on all who have wronged her, and her main target was her own blood. The first step in her quest for revenge? Seducing Yue Tingfeng — the richest, handsomest man in Luo City, who also happened to be her aunt's fiancé. Vengeance aside, she also seeks a change of fortune by pursuing a career in acting. Throughout Yan Qingsi's journey, there will be murders and mayhem aplenty as she paves her way to movie stardom while eliminating her enemies one after the other!

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.


Xie Yuansheng was getting very perturbed by Feng Xinying's constant throwing up any food that she was eating. He would make sure that Feng Xinying had had her tablets of iron, folic acid and calcium regularly. He was scared that if Feng Xinying was throwing up everything what was his baby eating inside her. He was so afraid that he would keep calling the doctor every now and then to tell her what to give Feng Xinying now that she had thrown. The doctor was getting irritated by Xie Yuansheng's calls and wanted to recommend a nutritionist for her just like she had recommended for Keira. But Xie Yuansheng never agreed to her. 
When that day he called her, she was into an emergency operation. She scolded him and said that he better get a nutritionist now. Xie Yuansheng sulked for being chided like a baby because he had disturbed her in the midst of an operation, and had run to the kitchen to make chicken soup for her.
Feng Xinying had that with satisfaction. She didn't throw after that and slept peacefully. At night when she slept, Xie Yuansheng went down to her tummy and started talking in whispers to his baby, "Your mother is sick child. Don't be angry with her. You eat whatever is there right now. I will learn more good stuff tomorrow for sure. Also I am keeping the best nutritionist for you. Just hang in there and talk to me everyday, okay?" He patted her tummy softly after that and came up to sleep beside on the same pillow. He curled his hands on her waist and automatically she turned towards him. She put her head in his neck. 
Next day when they woke up, Feng Xinying was again hungry. Xie Yuansheng had once again rushed to the kitchen to prepare chicken soup for her. That was the only thing she wouldn't throw up. But she was getting bored of it, though she didn't say anything. She sighed and thought of learning another dish for herself and for Xie Yuansheng. Since it was a Monday and Xie Yuansheng would go to the office, she had all the time in the world to learn it. Perhaps she would even go to his office with her homemade lunch. She became excited by the idea and thought she would keep that as a secret. 
While they were having breakfast, Xie Yuansheng turned on the business news channel. Most of the news was related to how the market would take up the disclosure of Feng Xinying's identity. There were pictures of the heiress being flashed everywhere. One of the channels was even showing her pictures as a model and said that she was a very successful model in America. Suddenly, they showed Luciano talking in one of the shows. Feng Xinying started laughing at him. Xie Yuansheng tried to change the channel, but she wanted to see what he was saying. 
Xie Yuansheng frowned and went away from there. Luciano was as usual looking like a Mexican parrot. He was wearing a red shirt and a red pants with a fluorescent green jacket over it and green shoes made from snake skin. He said that it was him who had discovered Feng Xinying and introduced her to the modeling career. He had supported her throughout the time she was in America. Under his wings, she had become a butterfly from the pupa. The TV anchor asked whether it was him who encouraged her to run away from home. He was shocked and said, "No! I only encouraged her into modeling!" 
The anchor looked at the audience and said, "If Mr. Luciano hadn't encouraged Miss Xinying into modeling, she would have returned and perhaps would have been the CEO of her company." 
When Luciano heard that, he suddenly felt like a villain. He became very quiet after that and answered only in a yes or no. Feng Xinying laughed and laughed to her heart's content. "He is such an idiot," she said and switched off the TV.
Suddenly she remembered that today the market would open. She ran to Xie Yuansheng who was still eating and sitting at the table reading the newspaper. "Xie Yuansheng, today the markets are going to open! What will happen to the company's prices?" 
Xie Yuansheng looked at her and pursed his lips. He sighed and said, "Whatever happens, you don't have to feel bad about it, okay? We can always digest even if the share prices fall." 
"But I am scared that Lim Chuen would try to buy the shares if the value falls," she said feeling very bad.
Xie Yuansheng looked at her and aid, "I told you, it doesn't matter darling." He picked his coat and started going to the office. Feng Xinying ran after him. "Xie Yuansheng, wait I have something to tell you."
"What is it babes?" he asked as he stepped into the car.
"I am planning to come to the office in the afternoon with a big surprise!" she said looking extremely excited.
Xie Yuansheng knew those looks. Before he could say a word, the car drove off and he suddenly felt queasy. He became nervous. How could he even concentrate in his office work? 
The market opened and the share price dropped by a 0.5 Yuan. It stayed like that for an hour. Lim Vhuen was waiting for the price to go down by at least one percent and then he would start buying them. However, after an hour of staying at 0.5 Yuan below the last closing price, the share price started climbing up. 
Lim Chuen looked at his screen totally shocked. Chang Ling was standing right there behind him. Both of them looked at the screen as though they had seen the devil inside. What was happening? Why was the share price increasing? It had to decrease! Why wasn't it going down? 
The value increased by two percent now. Instead of selling, people started buying it or holding their shares. 
What happened in the next one hour was so rare that the securities commission had to take drastic measures. 


Warning: The novel contains mature scenes. 

Feng Xinying was an heiress of a billion dollar empire. She was a model by profession, a celebrity hailed by all as a winner in life. 

Suddenly she found that all she had was but an illusion. Upon her father's death, her company fell into the hands of Xie Yuansheng, leaving her with nothing but a fiery anger and indignation. And Xie Yuansheng was no easy man to deal with. 

Forced to be his secretary, Feng Xinying was fuming mad, never wanting to compromise on her career. 

Unfortunately, things were not going as she planned, and while she was hostile towards Xie Yuansheng, he was eager to mark her as his. 

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Before he was reborn, he loved Feng Xinying crazily and all he wanted was to make her his for the lifetime. But she hated him to the core because he mistreated her, caged her and didn’t let her go anywhere. He was suspicious of her movements. He knew that she hated him, and so he only tightened his control over her. 

After his rebirth, he looked differently at her. Xie Yuansheng was ready to make all amendments in this lifetime. 

From being the worst husband, he became the best that would dote on his wife. This is a story of how two people came to meet each other. She hated him first and then fell in love irrevocably. 

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The story will take you through the upheavals of emotions and situations that will make you cry, laugh and hate! Stay with me for this Sugar and Spice saga and you won't regret!

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With how Vlad was absolutely the first one to try out the prowess of gluten after some of my own testings, I could giggle internally all I wanted at Elia's expression filled with curiosity as she observed the mayor of her town carefully scop up some of the clean soup only to swallow it without any change of expression and then reaching towards the other bowl.

"I hope it's not a poison…"

With how reluctant the man was to put up the improved liquid to his own mouth, I was left with no other choice than to open up the poach with the spice, wet my finger against the tip of my tongue and touch the powder with the moisturised part of my skin. As if I was some kind of drug addict, I then raised my hand back to my mouth… but instead of rubbing the gluten against my gum, I licked it out instead and swallowed my saliva in one big gulp to prove that it wasn't anything harmless.

In fact, just this spice alone was rather bland in taste, as if it was an essence of chicken stock with a lot of salt in it. On the other hand, encouraged by my example, Vlad finally raised to spoon to his mouth. While some might think that he would erupt in place, dropping everything and falling to my knees while begging me for more… In reality, his eyes only widened slightly for a moment, before he sent me a curious look.

"What is this spice? How much does it cost?"

As a true man of the business, Vlad just repeated the same question he asked about the cement. If the price was too steep, no matter how insane the product was, no one would waste more money on it than they could afford. If it was hard to come by, the potential profits could only be treated as a bandage on the economy instead of a stable fix. 

And that's exactly why gluten was such a great opportunity for me. After looking through the options, most likely thanks to lacking level in the required field, I could only produce a single machine that could turn true gluten into what was commonly called as one, the proper MSG. 

"Let's keep the name away for now. How much do you think one lut (about 12grams, a bit less than half an ounce) could be worth in your book?"

Being a noble myself, I didn't really have any good ideas about the pricing of various stuff. While I knew that some spices could reach the worth of their weight in gold, this didn't apply to all of them, as the only example I had in mind, cinnamon reached the price of even hundreds of ducats for a small pack of over three hundred grams! (about 11/11 ounces)

"Well, this will be just a rough estimate, but while it's definitely better than salt… I guess we could rack it up to about ten red goldens for barrel if you can produce lots of it, but if it's as rare as the other spices from the far east… Then one lut could go for one or two ducats. So, how hard it is to make it?"

That question wasn't as easy as one might think it is. In theory, contrary to the first thought that a normal person would have, selling it in bulk could bring more profits. While the ratio of price to weight was hundreds if not thousands of times lower if didn't limit the amount one could sell, while at the same time, implying that it wasn't anything hard to create. On the other hand, selling in small quantities meant making a luxury product out of it, forcibly limiting how much one could produce and sell in the first place.

"While it's not that hard to produce it, one needs to know the super-precise recipe in order to create it. And no, I won't be willing to share it with anyone. So for now, let's put the price of the pure spice at one red golden per lut, but there is one thing that you can consider."

The powder that I brought, wasn't the pure MSG that I created with the help of the system out of a bunch of wheat. It was a mix consisting of various materials, that were more than common, meaning there was an unlimited amount of possible mixes that could be sold for an even higher price!

"Listen. What I just used on the soup, contains maybe half of the pure spice that I want to sell. The other half is just a mix of powdered vegetables and herbs that I picked randomly. So while I will be selling you a lut for a single red golden… I think you could create one or two kinds of mixtures and sell them for twice the price!"

The first and foremost rule of doing business was allowing your partners to profit. If I were to simply use everyone in Pilzno to further the growth of Tarnowian economy without caring for their own welfare, sooner or later, the relationship between the cities would deteriorate and lead to an internal conflict. Instead of fanning the spark right from the beginning, it was better to pour a bucket of water on top of it instead!

"That seems reasonable. With that said, I will eagerly await the first batch of the pure spice, and I will make sure to spread the rumours about the appearance of a new, valuable spice. Do you have any suggestions on what kind of herbs should I use?"

It was nice to work with someone who shared not only the profits but also the approach in terms of making money. Just his last question alone was enough to prove that this guy will be a valuable addition to the group of my retainers and assistants!

"Hey, dear… Do you think I could give it a try?"

While I was already projecting how this new business of mine would develop, what kind of steps I would've to make in order to keep the recipe safe and production going, Elia interrupted my train of thought, while looking at the bowls with her face filled with curiosity.

"Of course! After all, you will be the one managing this business alongside our friend here!"

Discord link: https://discord.gg/pJTVGZZ


Political marriage, war taxes, subsidies, a tribute... All those terms sound nice when one juggles them from behind the screen of his trusty computer! 

Junk food? Check. Sugary drinks that will cause me diabetes? Check. Two weeks of leave from the work? Check. A fresh copy of the newly released game finishing downloading as I'm going back from the grocery store? Check. 

Oops! My emotions got better to me, and I tripped on the stairs. I'm so silly!

Then...

Why the hell am I kneeling in a throne room, watching the marriage and coronation ceremony of the King, dressed in the noble robes with the game itself only flashing in the corner of my eyes?

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