This is a true life story written with the permission of the protagonist, though conversations would be fictional.

A story about a man's life and his biggest turning point.

Well, since Ceres could not shed a light towards my queries, I decided not to pursue them at the moment. Right now, to live is for today and the present as well as sculpt and pave the road for tomorrow's future.

I won't be doing much of this type of work like word processing or desktop publishing so I might as well keep  Heather company while she was concentrating fully at her tasks right now.

I scooted over to her while still in my seat and bumped hers sideways to make some space for me to see what she had been doing all this while.

"What are you doing right now, my dear? It seems you are so busy doing things on your own." I called out to her as I sat in my own seat and observed what she had been clicking here and there. 

It seemed that with some guidance from Ceres earlier, she was pulling and clicking on those pull-down menus of the desktop publishing program and had filled the screen with lots of images and text boxes.

The clicked on the slider at the bottom right of the screen and this made the image to zoom out and it showed a nice little pamphlet that she was silently working on.

"Here, dear. What do you think? I made some Informational brochures on the types of products that we currently have right now."

"You see this round thing here that looked like a magnifier? Well, it's being used to find some images when I key in some word."

"Come closer, take a look at the heading here. I used the BEAUTY WORLD in large bold lettering and it's red and black like our colours."

"Then you see here, I type the word 'body soap' and it came out with a library filled with all types of pictures and they are colourful and cute too."

"I picked a sample picture of a boy showing and running the body soap on his body and was bubbly. You see, dear, when I clicked on the picture, there's an outline of a box surrounding the image and I could drag it anywhere I want and also make it bigger or smaller accordingly."

"Right now I had placed the images on the screen in a staggered manner starting with the body soap image here on the left and the hair shampoo of a girl shampooing her hair on the right side here."

"I inserted a text box here and make a heading each for the product and another text box here to inform of the scents."

"Lastly I make another text box and placed it at an angle here and noted the price down. What do you think, it is pretty cool and neat, don't you think?"

I could only express one word and that was "WOW...!" and it seems that Heather could catch up something new with so much ease and speed...! Even I myself could not catch up with her in terms of her adaptability.

"You do fit to be my wife, my dear Heather. A great wife and a great mother to two great twins...!" I praised her and she suddenly grabbed me and kissed me full on my lips. 

She knew I was the unromantic type of person and would not show any affections openly and would only use words sparingly if I wanted to flatter her.

Soon, she was back to her old self where she giggled as she played around with the images on the screen as she typed in the keyword search for all the products that we currently have and would be producing in the future.

I looked at how deftly she moved the noise as she clicked on several images and choose the one that had the closest resemblance to our range of products before she clicked at the menu and inserted a text box as she began to fill in the product name and description thereafter.

"You can make a single text box dear, and you can adjust the fonts and size as you go along." I simply guided her from the side and she looked at me in such a peculiar way.

"How come you knew about making a textbox and then the fonts could be adjusted accordingly?" 

"You didn't even touch the machine after we came back from the Fusion Chamber and yet you knew some things that I have yet to try out. Let me see if it's true to what you had just commented."

Heather was surprised at me and when she filled up the text intended inside the text box and she clicked and highlighted some of it, she discovered that what I had commented earlier was indeed true.

"Eehh...?! Its really true, my dear. How did you know about these things? You did come from the future, don't you dear?" she remarked as she looked at me deep in her eyes and I just had to avert her gaze because it was too overpowering and overwhelming.

"Maybe so dear, Ceres did say somethings to me but when I tried to probe further, she just dismissed the whole discussion by saying that the system was only recently created in my former self before this."

"Maybe... There are some things that would be best left untouched and discovered. It's like opening a Pandora's Box, I wonder what kind of surprise or shock I would receive." 

Heather looked at me and she placed her gentle hand on mine and said, "Don't do things behind my back again, Ceres can talk to you and fill this room with her voice. Never talk in private again, do you hear?" 

Ooppss... There she goes again... With her squinted eyes, she looked and seemed to hiss at me like a huge Hydra that would swallow me whole if I made a wrong move or spoke the wrong words...! Gah...!!! 

"Don't get so worked up, Heather. I was mentioning to Audemars what he had mentioned earlier and to tell you frankly, there are things Audemars would not discover it before anything happens in the future or he would get a shock in his life, for example, his foot might get run over by some wheels et cetera."

I knew the last part of the sentence was a joke and used to loosen up the tension that was building up. I laughed and so did Heather but not wholeheartedly though. It seemed that she was jealous even if the guidance system was speaking through my mind without any form or soul. 

A little while later, Heather had completed making the promotional brochures such as perfumes, Hungary water, essential oils and the rest of the current products that we had. She hit the print icon and the image in the screen was transferred over to the printer that was connected wirelessly. 

She rolled towards the printer on her seat and withdrew the printout and after taking a look at it for some moments, she brought it to me to finalise the printout. 

It was printed on an imperial sized paper just like the prints she had made previously and it was filled with vibrant colours of sorts. 

All the information was included inside the promotional brochure and it would be wonderful to bring it and show to the people as a way to show that our town has these products and we need more manpower to run the production...! 

The way I perceive the information right before me was totally different from what was intended and I explained to Heather too. "Not all the people we meet would be literate, my dear."

"It is a good thing that our residents had taken evening classes learning how to read and write. Besides this, there would be another few more products right?"

"Why not we go and print them out as well and skip the prices. Just the number of shades and a general description of the product would do."

I recommended to Heather and I praised her for her work since I could never do better than her. Maybe before I got reborn, I was not inclined towards images and publishing this kind of thing so that's the reason I was not showing much interest in them. 

"Surely dear, by the way, how much longer would the medals be ready and how long more would we be here in the realm?" Heather tried to find ways to see if there's a countdown timer to inform us of the time spent in the realm but found none. 

I had earlier promised to Heather that we would be spending at least 3 hours here in the realm which would be equivalent to 1 hour back in the real world. 

"The medals that you are duplicating would be ready and would be stacked accordingly inside the crates that you had placed in the marked boxed location."

"You have slightly more than an hour left in the realm and then you would be kicked out from here, back to the real world, as a safety precautionary measure."

"The time spent in the morning realm would be determined on how strong your kind is, Audemars and currently it only be able to support 3 hours here while you piggyback someone."

I made a sound and replied that we all understood what Ceres meant. At the meantime, Heather pressed the saved button and name it as present products and proceeded to make a new one after she hit the print button several times.

"Click File, Print and then you can set how many copies you want to print, dear. Then hit the big icon that resembles the machine there to commence printing." 

I highlighted to Heather and when she did so, she was once again surprised to find the little gem I was mentioning without me touching my own machine...! 

Since Heather was rushing against time, she did not fill in the full description but she divided the whole screen or page into multiple sections. She then chooses the images such as basic makeup foundation powder, lipsticks and the others and set it on the screen. 

After she made a text box with the heading title of the product name, she saved her project and by that time we heard the notifications going off almost at the same time. 

"The medals are ready, my dear. Are you done with the project? We can come back later to finish it if you wish to." I highlighted to her as I kicked my seat away from hers as I stood up and pushed the seat back neatly where we had found it. 

"Just a few more minutes, dear. I'm nearly done. All I need is to make the image of the same size and since it is so colourful, in site those who see this would be interested."

"To join the workforce and at the same time I would be making a better promotional brochure so our delivery guys who sent the bread would also have several hundred copies each when they send the bread up to the homes of those nobles."

What Heather would do might hurt Marcel's coin pouch a bit since it would be a total of 15 towns altogether. 

However, Marcel had also maintained his other cities and towns so he might lose a bit of revenue. 

Having said that, Heather continued her work as I set the cup that I had used back near the dispensing tun and knew that there's no helper to assist in cleaning it up. 

A little while later, Heather had completed her project and hit the printer icon once to see the end result of her project. It was very eye-catching and a picture sure spells a thousand words. She saved her project and hit the print button a few times before collecting all the printouts from the printer. 

"Come on, let's go already and pick those medals up." Heather beckoned to me and soon she was holding on to my arm as I swiped the current room and back to the Fusion Chamber. 

The crates that we had placed were all filled with boxes of medals. We loaded the crates and it was rather hefty and once we had completed the task, I collected the first few printouts that she had played around and placed them in the hand cart. 

"Ready to go back, my dear? Our dinner is waiting and by golly... 3 hours here really feels like 3 hours in the real world...! I'm already very hungry...! Wuwuwuwu...." 

It's true... Time spent in the realm was like real-time and frankly, if we calculate the time spent, it's already past supper time...! The growling of our stomachs stood to testify that we are both famished...!

During the period of 1337-1453, a terrible war broke in Medieval England and that period was called (Hundred Year's War) and a huge turmoil ensued between the England and France with the involvement of rebels as well as opportunists. 

Prince Audemars Macleod, a descendent of King Richard Macleod of Darlington had barely managed to escape with his life when the Manor he was living in was besieged by rebels in 1440, when he was just barely 18 years old.

Let us travel through time and relive the experiences of this young Prince as he was forced to 'banished' and survive with some followers they entrusted their lives with him.

Little did he realise that he was actually living in the past of his future and had no recollection of anything except when he was narrated by a Seer that had been inducted as a permanent resident of the town he founded later.

*This is a fictional world. Most plants, vegetables, fruits and certain animals didn't exist in England that time.

*Almost all novels start off with a system. This does not reveal any hint of a system until you get to almost halfway through the novel. 

* Mobsters are included in the later chapters of this novel too. 

*This is a slow grind so bear with it as the storyline develops. Thank you and happy reading...

When they returned to B city, their planes were all on the same flight. At that time, Guo Xin was sitting in Xi Wan's aisle seat.
When he saw Xi Wan, he still had a smile on his face. "Hello. "
Xi Wan nodded.
This person had brought out the thick skin of the circle to its fullest. He did not have the awkwardness of being stood up yesterday or being scolded by Xi Wan Multiple Times.
This Guo Xin was still very friendly. When he saw Xi Wan just nod coldly, he did not feel neglected. He continued to talk to Xi Wan until the plane landed. They had no choice but to separate from each other and leave the airport. However, before that, he was still in the same state as before. He stuffed another note into Xi Wan's hand and left in the blink of an eye.
Xi Wan looked at the note in her hand. She knew that it must be a phone number. She glanced at the trash bin at the side and threw it away.
Xi Wan's team had more people, so the person who came to pick her up was naturally the driver, not the eye-catching Li Zhan. The car drove all the way to the Sky Shadow media company before everyone dispersed.
Xi Wan didn't have any jobs after that. He Min hadn't passed the exam yet, and her manager was only an intern. Therefore, when Xi Wan didn't have a job, she still had to go back to the company to continue her lessons and training. As for Qian Mengfei and Zhen Yue, since Xi Wan didn't have any jobs, they naturally had a holiday.
However, Xi Wan didn't have much time to rest because sister a quickly arranged for Xi Wan to shoot the cover of a fashion magazine. The shooting date was next Monday.
Xi Wan received the notice in the text message. At the same time, Xi Wan also received a text message from Gu ye.
"Of the ten more well-known print media in C city, six have headlines related to 'Tang Dynasty. ' The other four have content related to 'cool summer. ' We won, yeah. "
The topic of 'Tang Dynasty' was higher than Guo Xin and Su Nuanyu's, but this was also good news.
Su Nuanyu had always been calculative. Now that she had lost to a "Newbie" , she would probably go crazy when she saw the news.
After reading the text message, Xi Wan went to Li Zhan's office. At that time, when the secretaries saw Xi Wan coming over, they were already used to it. They could even wave at Xi Wan calmly and say "Hi" 
Li Zhan naturally knew that XI WAN was returning to B city today, but he couldn't pick her up, so he could only send a driver over. Thus, he stared at the documents that he was once very interested in and felt bored.
He sat in his office. After looking at the documents, he looked at his watch from time to time and then looked out of the window. There was a rustling sound outside, so he naturally heard it. His eyes lit up and he stood up to welcome her.
So when Xi Wan wanted to open his office door, the door opened automatically. She staggered and threw herself into his arms.
Then, the person in front of her laughed softly, "you miss me so much? "
Xi Wan:"..."
"Sure enough, a day apart is like three years. We haven't seen each other for a few years. It's only right that you miss me, " Li Zhan said with a smile.
Xi Wan looked at Li Zhan and only wanted to say goodbye by hand.
Of course, it was impossible to say goodbye by hand. Soon, Xi Wan was pulled to the SOFA by the boss and threw a lot of Tofu. When she got off work, Xi Wan's face was red. She touched her lips and felt a numbness. It was probably swollen. Xi Wan gave him a weird look, which made the boss'eyes turn red. He wanted to kiss her again.
Xi Wan pushed Li Zhan away hurriedly. "It's time to get off work. " Before she opened the door, she calmed down. However, after she went out, the bright eyes of the secretaries almost made her lose her composure.
Wu Yang winked at Xi Wan and smiled cheekily. Then, he packed his briefcase. "I'm off work. See You tomorrow. "
Xi Wan:"..."I won't see you tomorrow!
Xi Wan and Li Zhan were still eating at the scenic spot. After all, this place was run by someone they knew. The taste was good, and the privacy measures were better. Xi Wan was originally an "Internet celebrity, " but now that "Tang Dynasty" was still in theaters, her face became even more famous. It was difficult for her to even go out in disguise.
This time, they met someone they knew. It was Jiang Yu, who had accidentally fought with Ming Ri. At that time, the two of them had just stepped into the scenic spot. After chatting with Yan Tianling for a while, Jiang Yu appeared.
When Jiang Yu saw Xi Wan, his eyes were not his eyes, and his nose was not his nose. He looked completely different from the smiling face he had when they first met.
Xi Wan naturally knew that he had misunderstood her, but there was nothing much to explain. After all, he did not have much interaction with her.
Li Zhan smiled at Jiang Yu and formally introduced Xi Wan to him. Jiang Yu only nodded and exchanged a few more pleasantries with Li Zhan before going to his own banquet.
Yan Tianling smiled. "This guy has been busy for the past two days. I'll arrange a Cherry Blossom pavilion for you guys today. We just imported a batch of Cherry blossom dumplings from neon. You guys can try some of them too. "
When Xi Wan and Li Zhan were heading to the Cherry Blossom pavilion, Li Zhan said, "brother Jiang Yu is the type of person who insists on doing things his own way. But he will eventually come around. You don't have to mind. "
Xi Wan smiled and said, "no way. He is doing this for you. But he looks quite familiar. "
"En, Jiang Yi's cousin. "
"..."
Xi Wan was struck by lightning. "Alright then. "
"..."
At that moment, Jiang Yu arrived at the Peony pavilion in a bad mood. When he saw that most of his business friends were already seated, he smiled and said, "if you are late, you will be punished with three cups of wine. "
"Brother Jiang, this is a good point. If you are late, you will be punished yourself. " One of them stood up and poured a glass of white wine for Jiang Yu before handing it to Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yu downed the wine in one gulp. "Come. "
That person was still pouring wine for Jiang Yu when he heard another person say, "Hu Yang, why are you pouring wine so enthusiastically as a man? This kind of thing should be served by a beauty. " As he spoke, he glanced at the delicate beauty beside Hu Cheng.
Hu Yang smiled. "You are right, Xiao Yue. Come, fill big brother Jiang Yu's glass. "
The woman called Xiao Yue smiled faintly. She stood up and took the wine bottle from Hu Yang's hand. Then, she said to Jiang Yu, "brother Jiang Yu, Huang Yue has filled it up for you. "
Her voice was sweet and Greasy, causing quite a number of people sitting on the table to feel weak.
Jiang Yu smiled and generously placed the wine glass in front of Huang Yue. "Fill it up. "
Huang Yue's pouring of wine was exceptionally gentle and graceful. It took her some time to pour down a glass of wine.
Jiang Yu still finished it in one gulp. After another glass, he sat down.
There were quite a number of men on the table. Beside them was a woman with heavy makeup. All of them were extremely flirtatious. Huang Yue smiled and said, "brother Jiang Yu has a good tolerance for alcohol. He didn't even blush after drinking three glasses. "
Hu Yang smiled and said, "what's wrong, girl? Why are you so concerned about Jiang Yu? Do you like Jiang Yu? "

REVENGE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!
COPYWRITER: In her previous life, she was a grand slam best actress, but she was tortured to death by her best friend. Before she died, she was unwilling to accept it. Fortunately, the heavens were hanging down on her, and she was possessed by a fourth-year media girl. Therefore, with hatred, she started from the bottom step by step, and climbed to the top again. She was proud and outstanding!
About Love: In her previous life, she was moved by Jin Zhu, and she died a miserable death.
In this life, meeting him was both her life and career. He was both her benefactor and her benefactor. She was unmoved and unmoved. She stuck to her original heart. In the end, it made him angry: Jiang Xiwan, do you have a heart or not He thought that he would leave her, but unexpectedly, he doted on her even more. He even racked his brains to create a "human life" ... ...
In the world of mortals, it was a touch of brilliance. Believe it, it was there. If you don't believe it, it was also there.
Group number: 486914513. Welcome to the group to play.

Camila's POV

"No, I have never killed " I replied and he smirked . He stood and left 

Why in the world is he asking me such terrible question. Kill? 

I sunk back to the bed  to the bed feeling restless 

****

Following Morning ! 

I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard his steps beside me.  I paused what I was doing and looked behind 

"We going out together today "  He said 

"What for ?" I asked 

"I need to test your finger print to confirm " He retorted 

"I guess you know all of my movements since I came into this house , why are you accusing me? More so , I've never seen anyone around not to talk of killing " I defended 

"Well, it's way more beyond that , be fast with what you doing and meet me at the car " He ordered 

I guess he's so disturbed that he won't even eat 

****

I sat inside the car as he drove, his face looks so stern like someone on a revenge mission. I wonder why I'm being involved in an investigation that has to do with death 

He halted the car at a very magnificent building , we stepped down to the garage and walked inside 

We went to a particular floor , then to a room 

I saw two men in suit stood from their chairs to welcome Tucker 

"Welcome sir " They said and gestured for him to sit 

"I'm not sitting , take me to where she's gonna text her finger print " he commanded and they oblique without saying a word  

We walked down a stairs into an hallway and finally arrived at a room

Everywhere was equipped with machines that I've never seen

"Come over here ma'am" One of the men said and I obliged

I was taught how I'm gonna place my finger  on the machine and I did as taught 

I removed my thumb and one of the men with a brown hair began to operate a system there probably  checking to confirm the finger print 

"Sir , I think we need to work hard to get the pictures of Camila too " The man behind the system said as he turned 

"Come straight , does her finger print match with the Camila we searching for ?" He asked 

"Sir , We need further prove, her pictures, her ..." before the man that had just operated the system could finish speaking  , Tucker yelled at him 

"Speak ! " 

"Yeah, her finger print match exactly with the murderer of your mom" He reported

Imagine school kids taking some famous song or well-known speech and corrupting the words for humor.

Imagine the works of Ancient Grecian scholar, Cicero, and producing it in Latin (common tongue, vulgate)

Imagine print paper press technology taking "unknown text" and making nonsense with text alignment and missing punctuation.

Imagine digital publishing software taking corrupted paragraphs to show how professional a document you might create.

Paragraph alignment, word spacing, text alignment.

And there is 'Lorem Ipsum'; a paragraph out of context, for the wrong readership, corrupted of all meaning.

Have we really given it any thought?

Did language scholars sit down and discuss it in social circles.
Could the missing words be a secret code, and a way of passing messages amongst secret societies with secret handshakes.

Will code breakers discover hidden messages in breaking down the original Cicero text and Latin version?  Will the answer change if you consider the alignment and direct of words written in ancient Greek (a language that might transcribe leftward or rightward or a combination; depending on the age they wrote it).

I doubt it.  It doubt anything meaningful would be discovered; because the simplest answer is usually the correct one.

Lorem Ipsum exists because of corruption, reproduction, retelling, reprinting, misspelling, cut and pasting, and editing.

It is something to consider as I write today.  Will my word survive, and if they do survive; would I recognize them?

Expositionary Discourse.  The target is levity, but my aim might not be reliable.  Please leave me kind reviews!  This series will update with no advance schedule.

Chapter 32
Waiting for the whites in their eyes
 
At six twenty, there was a general stirring in the background, and the sound of a small herd of people approaching. Nom didn't even have to look to know. Given the level of security, the studio was under; the President had arrived. The show went to a commercial, and the cast came over to pay homage to their great patron. 
The President of the United States, stood in the middle of the studio getting his ass spit-polished by the very people who had put him into office. For a change, he was actually being polite rather than boorish. For every ten compliments he took in, he returned one and a bit of change. He praised the cast for their "great reporting and honesty."
The President was escorted by Der'Mo News host, Krysa Litso. Unbeknownst to many Americans, the arch conservative conspiracy theorist had become one of the closest advisors the leader of the free world had. The two spoke multiple times a day via phone, text, and Skype. The President had even consulted him while in the situation room, taking the commentators advice over trained military officers'. Krysa Litso would be joining the hosts in welcoming the President on air.
The love fest might have run on for another hour or more, had the producer not informed the cast via their ear pieces that the commercial break would be over in thirty seconds. 
Apologizing, Sunny Torkret and his gang, along with Krysa Litso made their way back to the sofa and took their positions. When the little red lights on the cameras returned, the quartet giggled to the camera. They were like a nerdy junior high girl being asked out by the captain of the football team. 
The special guest had arrived. With quite the fan fair and a recorded playing of Hail to the Chief. The President was called onto the set. The cast reenacted their ass kissing from a few minutes before. 
Nom looked around. The Secret Service people were milling around. Their eyes seemed to be everywhere at once. Well, no matter, if he was going to act. It was now or never. 

 

Time seemed to implode. It rushed inward on Nom and then reached an infinite resistance for an instant. It was not that Nom had slowed time. Rather like any person in a crisis, his perception of time sped up to a point that it seemed the whole world was slowing.
Nom felt into the life fires of everyone in the studio. He felt their wills, their breaths, their pulses, and drives. The agents he truly felt sorry for. Like soldiers in a war, they were born to fight on the wrong side. These men and women would be shedding their mortal coils in another breath's time. 
The fastest means of disabling them Nom could think of was aortic aneurisms. It would be painful, but it would be quick. A matter of a few seconds and they would be unconscious on the floor, their life's blood filling their chests. No matter what aid was rushed in, there was no means of saving them once he struck. 
Setting the unfortunate fate of the agents aside, Nom reached into the show's hosts and triggered in each an absence seizure. It was a simple feat to do, since they were essentially brain-dead zombies to begin with. Killing off a few brain cells in the likes of those four would hardly be noticeable. 
The crew did not get off so easily. Nom caused a so called hang man's fracture at their C2 vertebra. He left them to gasp in shock and awe on the floor. 
It was done, and the time of a breath had past. Nom came to his feet as the people around him fell like stringless puppets to the floor. One stride and the agents started to fall. Two steps and the cast were all down. With the third, the crew were on the ground. 
Torkret and his colleagues were frozen solid statues staring off at nothing, surrounded by a sea of corpses. Every voluntary muscle in their bodies locked tighter than the ass of a mosquito stretched over a rain barrel. The only other person even remotely conscious in the room was the President, and Nom was coolly walking directly towards him. A voice from the corridor rang out
"Halt!" It called.
But Nom kept walking.
Nom felt a wind passing through the middle of his chest and turned in surprise to see the ending of a muscle flash. A Secret Service agent was recovering from the recoil of discharging her weapon.
"Little minx must have sprinted faster than a rabbit." Nom thought. Supplying a suicidal thought into her, took all the time he could spare. He continued his spin full circle towards the President. With his next step, he heard a sickening blast and splatter sound. He knew the splatter marked the ending of the minxy agent's life.
Glancing down at his chest, Nom was shocked to see that he was not wounded. His shirt was torn as if he had been shot. 
"Didn't I feel a bullet pass through me?" He thought aloud. 
Striding on, he adjusted his tie to cover the rip in his shirt. 
"It sure looked like it did." The President muttered looking a bit shocked. He pointed a shaky hand at Nom as he approached the set from the side. "Look, it even tore a hole in the back of your coat."
Nom stepped into the fake living room set and spared a glance for the jacket. 
"Damn!" He thought. "I was hoping to look my best. I guess adjusting my tie in the front won't fix this."
In the back of his mind Nom knew that his thoughts about being invulnerable had, at least in part been proven. If a .357 could pass cleanly through his chest without hurting him, then he had little to worry about when it came to melee combat. 
"Stand up." Nom said to the President.
He stood, and suddenly the world disappeared for him.
Nom looked into his eyes and saw a lack of pupal response. 
"That should do the trick." He said, nodding to himself. A shove sent the President, who was stiff as a board, back onto the couch. Catatonia could be a bitch. Walking five feet to the nearest agent's corpse, Nom pulled out his side arm. It had a round in the chamber, was fully loaded, and only needed to have the safety released. Nom grabbed his spare magazines.
Then a thought hit him, his new Armani coat was ruined. The Secret Service agent wasn't that far off from his size. The man's suit was cheap, and the coat didn't match his pants. But, the man did have a flack vest on under his dress shirt. In a pinch, it would do to cover the bullet holes in his shirt. Nom stripped the corpse. When he pulled off his coat and tried on the vest, he found that it was a hair too tight in the mid-section, making it difficult to breathe. A quick inspection showed the Velcro straps were adjustable. Checking himself in a nearby makeup mirror, Nom tucked his tie behind the vest. 
Nom did a quick check of the bodies and borrowed the phones from three tecs. Using the finger print scanners, he used their deceased owners' prints to gain access. A quick moment on the Google play store put the desired news apps on each. 
It was show time.

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

Here martial arts are no longer intangible legends. They have been passed on from generation to generation and from century to century. After the confrontation with science and technology, they have completely integrated into modern society and all kinds of martial arts competitions are taking place across the country as superiority among scholars are hard to reach a consensus but not as difficult among martial artists!
Lou Cheng has inherited the lost skills of the greatest martial arts sect. Towards his original dream and the glory in his heart, he advances step by step, becoming the warrior of this modern city and the hero of the era!

In the spatial illusion, Monk Da Kong unleashed the Abhijna of the Amoghasiddhi Mantra. Endless verses of scriptures materialized and morphed into infinite stretches of golden paths.
In the chaotic battle in Space, the various moves and spells launched by other starlights landed on these golden paths. Regardless of their original target, these moves and spells changed their directions and, following the golden paths, channeled themselves towards the starlight that Zhu Yi’s soul had possessed.
Zhu Yi responded calmly. He morphed the starlight into a humanoid body and moved. He stepped into the void and with an uncanny maneuver, he evaded the barrage of powerful spells that lost their mutability by a hair’s breadth. It seemed almost as if the spells were not directed at him but the air beside him.
Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, the form of the Chariot Water Worm!
The Chariot Mansion was wood-typed and had the shape of an earthworm. It was the seventh Mansion of the South, at the tail section of the Vermillion Bird region. The tail of the bird gave it control over its directions.
In ancient times, the wooden plank at the bottom rear portion of carriages was known as "Zhen," or "Chariot." It shared a similar position in the carriage as the Chariot Mansion in the Vermillion Bird region, giving the Mansion its name. The Chariot Mansion was once known as the "Sky Carriage" as well.
The Chariot Water Worm Form was the last move of the Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, representing the restoration of all things to their original position. This finisher move was also an intricate maneuver technique: after taking a final step, one’s body would shift back to its starting position.
Zhu Yi used this finisher move as his starter move, which worked exceptionally well, allowing him to evade this enormous salvo of attack.
As Zhu Yi took the final step, his starlight soul body became seemingly unstoppable, like a "Sky Carriage," and whizzed towards Monk Da Kong’s starlight soul body.
The situation somewhat surprised Monk Da Kong: "It’s Emperor Chen’s Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions! Who is in that in the starlight body? Everyone’s souls had just entered the starlights. How did he master Emperor Chen’s Martial Way so quickly and become adept at using it?"
As Monk Da Kong had done preparations beforehand and used the starlight derived from the remnant soul of Zhi Guang Zen Master as his body, he did not have to accept the starlight soul bodies randomly assigned by the spatial illusion. This not only eliminated the uncertainty of the process but also got rid of issues of incompatibility with the new mantra received from the soul remnants. At the same time, this further increased his prowess. In this spatial illusion, his power was almost equivalent to Zhi Guang Zen Master reincarnate, who was at the third level of the Golden Form.
This experience was vastly beneficial to Monk Da Kong, which was partly why he was so determined to come to Yingzhou Celestial Mountain.
Even if he failed to gain possession of Yingzhou Celestial Mountain in the end, as long as he can make a safe departure, this would not be a wasted trip. The experience he gained during this journey has paved a smooth path for his advancement into the third level of the Golden Form Stage, which would likely not take long.
Hence, Monk Da Kong did not take Zhu Yi’s counterattack to heart. Even if the Great Sun Holy Man had been resurrected, he would only be at the second level of Immortal Soul Stage and would be no match for Monk Da Kong himself who was almost equivalent in strength to Zhi Guang Zen Master.
Monk Da Kong’s starlight soul body emitted waves of Buddhist chants, and the void around him froze under a Buddhist aura. Within the aura, countless Buddha chanted scriptures in unison, which seemed as if Nirvana has been brought to Earth.
"Fall!"
Monk Da Kong did not utter this word; it was the sound formed by the chants of the countless Buddha, which resonated within Zhu Yi’s heart.
An Acalanatha Spell Body emerged in the Space. Its right palm struck down at Zhu Yi. At the center of the palm was a "卍" symbol, which radiated an intense Buddhist aura.
Secret Buddhist Abhijna, Full Circle of Life Swastika Palm Print!
Faced with Monk Da Kong’s Full Circle of Life Swastika Palm Print, Zhu Yi’s starlight soul body switched to a gentle maneuver. He retracted both of his arms to defend himself using "Wall Water Yu Form," a move in the Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions that specializes in defense.
The Wall Mansion was wood-typed and took on the shape of Yu, a mythical beast. It was the seventh Mansion of the North and was on the exterior of the Encampment Mansion, seemed like the wall of a camp, hence its name.
Monk Da Kong still did not take Zhu Yi to heart. He fully utilized the power at the third level of the Golden Form Stage to overwhelm his opponent with his sheer might, hoping to achieve a swift victory.
While he had gained an edge with the Zen Master Zhi Guang’s remnant soul, he could not guarantee that he can solve this spatial illusion. Therefore, he would be more than happy to save time by resolving this battle quickly.
However, Monk Da Kong’s optimism did not last long. While the Full Circle of Life Swastika Palm Print breached the defense of Zhu Yi’s Wall Water Yu form, the attacks started to feel entangled.
He frowned: "Tail Fire Tiger Form?"
The Tail Mansion was fire-typed and took on the form of a tiger. It was the sixth Mansion of the East and consisted of nine stars that together form the tail of the Azure Dragon.
The Dragon’s Tail was the most attacked part of a dragon in battle, making it an omen of grave danger. In the Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, it has been designed as a riposte move that exposed a loophole on purpose to execute a devastating hidden counterattack!
Zhu Yi’s move was never "Wall Water Yu Form" but "Tail Fire Tiger Form" all along!
Emperor Chen had fallen a long time ago, and descendants from his lineage were few and far between, hence hardly anyone in the Divine Lands are familiar with the Martial Way that he had passed down.
It was only thanks to Monk Da Kong’s upbringing in the historical powerhouse, the Great Thunderclap Temple that he could even identify Zhu Yi’s moves. It would be a tall order for him to fully comprehend the intricacies of Emperor Chen’s Martial Way as well.
Zhu Yi’s understanding and mastery of the Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions had been greater than Monk Da Kong had expected. Within such a short amount of time, while Zhu Yi was still incomparable to Emperor Chen, his power was almost equal to the Great Sun Holy Man reborn.
Seeing that Monk Da Kong fell for his trick, Zhu Yi took advantage of it. The arms of his starlight body swerved circularly, forming the shape of a giant net, trapping the arm of the Acalanatha Spell Body, stopping the Full Circle of Life Swastika Palm Print in its way.
The Well Mansion was wood-typed and took on the shape of a tiger. It was also known as Well Wood Tiger and was the first Mansion of the South Vermillion Bird region.
The Mansion comprised of stars that formed the shape of a net. Hence the Well Wood Tiger Strike took on the form of a net, which seemed like a bottomless abyss, trapping any foe that got caught by it.
Within a short while, Zhu Yi’s attack had shown a high level of mastery of the Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions by combining the attack of three different moves. Once the arm of the Acalanatha Spell Body gets ensnared, Zhu Yi could disable its arms with a twist of his arms.
Monk Da Kong quietly muttered a chant. The Acalanatha Spell Body radiated an intense wave of light, warping the void around it. Verses of scriptures formed stretches of paths again, and as Zhu Yi’s strike landed on one of these paths, the blow gets deflected away.
Zhu Yi’s target is no longer Monk Da Kong as his strike meets a Vast Sea Sword Sect move used by a chaotic cluster of starlight some distance away.
Monk Da Kong no longer dared to look down on his opponent, who turned out a lot trickier than he had expected. He unleashed the full power of the Abhijna of the Amoghasiddhi Mantra. The Abhijna breached Zhu Yi’s Celestial Fist of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, while the Full Circle of Life Swastika Palm Print continues to approach him, threatening to strike him down and restore a circle of freedom to the world.
"For such a high level of proficiency to be reached with the Abhijna of the Amoghasiddhi Mantra, it takes more than the Abhijna derived from the soul remnant within the starlight. Whoever resides in the starlight must be a practitioner of the Amoghasiddhi Mantra as well."
Zhu Yi confirmed his suspicions: "This person must be Monk Da Kong of the Great Zhou Empire, who had the Sarira of Zhi Guang Zen Master or some other powerful Buddhist cultivator of the third level of Golden Form Stage who specializes in the Amoghasiddhi Mantra!"
After reaching this conclusion, Zhu Yi realized that he was facing a formidable foe.
If he were to fight Monk Da Kong at the third level of the Immortal Soul stage with his cultivation level of the second level of the immortal soul stage, he would have absolute confidence in ending his opponent’s life.
Now that he had to use the cultivation level of the starlight soul body morphed from the Great Sun Holy Man, he would have trouble fighting against Zen Master Zhi Guang.
"I might as well test my other hypothesis."
Zhu Yi made the decision, and his soul started to tremor.
The soul contained in the starlight body breaks up into a million fragments. Instead of breaking down, these fragments morphed into millions of little people, each one of them looked like Zhu Yi himself.
Every one of these little people had traces of flame burning away, a sign of the fire of intelligence igniting the soul. Instead of genuinely burning, these flames merely ignited the force of Zhu Yi’s soul.
Zhu Yi had no time to regret that he could not fully ignite the fire of intelligence. He mustered all the force of his soul, and a word appeared on the body of each one of the little people!
The millions of words combined, forming a chapter of words that was so earth-shaking that his starlight soul body started to tremble.
It was Zhu Yi’s Essay of the Sages!
As his body was formed from starlight at the moment, Zhu Yi was unable to use any other Abhijnas and spells. However, the Essay of the Sages had been deeply engraved into his soul and represented the fusion of Zhu Yi’s cultivation and the essence of his thoughts, setting it apart from the other Abhijnas and spells that he knew.
At that moment, the chapter broke free from the constraints of the Great Sun Holy Man’s soul remnants and, making use of starlight, shaped itself into a majestic golden bridge!
The golden bridge flew across the sky, cleansing it of the lines of path-like golden scriptures. Sounds of book recitation replaced Buddhist chants and resonated loudly in Space.
The magnificent golden bridge destroyed the right half of the Acalanatha Spell Body in one hit!
At the sight of the golden bridge, Monk Da Kong immediately realized: "Zhu Yi, so it is you! But, here, how can you use your own Abhijna?!"
While he was astounded, he did not pause. Pushing the power of the Amoghasiddhi Mantra to its limits, Monk Da Kong condensed the broken Acalanatha Spell Body into a golden sphere of light.
It seemed as if Nirvana existed within the sphere of light, where Sankharas was complete. When one went inside it, one can easily achieve anything one wanted.
After forming the Buddha Spell Body to reach the second level of the Golden Form Stage, the Buddhist cultivator needed to attain the realm of Nirvana, turn all afflictions, cleanse all five skandhas and to gain the wisdom of Buddha in order to advance into the third level of the Golden Form Stage, which was equivalent to the third level of the Immortal Soul stage.
Reaching the realm of Nirvana was equal to attaining the way of the virtual entity.
The realm of Nirvana attained by practitioners of the Amoghasiddhi Mantra was known as the Nirvana of Industry, which embodies perfection, wholesomeness, the attainment of what one desired.
Zhu Yi looked at the Nirvana, his state of mind did not even flicker. He controlled the golden bridge and rushed forward in a valiant assault: "Your Mantra only ferries those with affinity to you, those who believe in you, while my golden bridge ferries everyone to the opposite bank!"


Lin Feng travelled through worlds and even obtained an overpowered system, but he still faces a pressure as huge as a mountain. 
 
System's main quest: 
Lin Feng is to create a school; establish history’s number 1 sect and Lin Feng himself to become the number 1 founder.
 
To become history’s number 1 founder, Lin Feng started to work hard.
 
“Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born sovereign roots but it was stolen by your cousin? Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!”
 
“Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius of the past but a loser now? Even your fiance came over to humiliate you by asking for a divorce? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let that brat know the meaning of: don’t bully a youngster just because he’s poor!” 
 
“Your name is Zhu Yi? The son of a marquis but you’re being suppressed by your father? Your mother was a saint but she was assassinated? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let your dad know the meaning how problems can be solved with your fists...no, with reasoning!"

The next day.
I preapare my things for school.
Papers here there and everywhere. 
I was irritated because of the things that I need to compile right now. Thesis and research about Epidemology where we study and analise of the distribution (who, when, and where), patterns and determinants of health and disease conditions in defined population.  
I was so pressured right now.  
Rushing all the things that I need to print and past it on time gets me exhausted so I deeply breathe and minding all the thing that I went and will go through just for my dreams in life. 
While waiting the papers that I'm printing I decided to open my cellphone. 
There was a text message from an anonymous number. 
I opened it.
From:099********
"Hey, looks like your having a hard time".
"Who's this?"me.
"Thanks for being with me in the library and park. Totally appreciated it. By the way, sorry I didn't meant to bump you last time."
"Oh, don't worry about the last time
sooooooooooooo.....  is this your number or you. just borrowed a phone? "
"My number".
"Saved HAHAHAHAHA". 
I walked on the hallway and holding the papers that I printed, I decided to take a break. 
Cafeteria🍴
Waiting for my turn, my phone vibrated. I cheked it and it was your number.
"210 degrees 25 shot no foam pumpkin spiced half cup cafe latte miss".
Your text brings me back to life because, setting me to relax myself, ~~~TO JUST CHIIILLLL~~~
Garden🌻 
On my way to garden put my earphones....
🎧Playing~Stressed Out~by:21 Pilots🎧
"Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out~"
enjoying my Pumpkin Spiced Latte "Although it will be a hard and tiring day, eventually your sacrifices will pay off soon SELF!"as I said on my mind and finish my stuffs.

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