What would happen if you woke up from a dream in which you saw your future?

You have new knowledge. Your personality has changed. Still, you are the same person. Do you make the same mistakes?

Alexander, son of Ceo of group Prins, has chosen to become a hacker at the age of 15. Leaving behind, his father's company. But after he had a dream,  he understood his mistakes.
He understood that he was blinded, by love. Understand that the family is more important for him. 
 He understood what betrayal means.

Follow Alexander and see how he changes his destiny.


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Hi!
The book is written from the perspective of Alexander and sometimes from the perspective of the female lead.
 It is my second book, but it is the first of its kind.

I'm not a native speaker.
if I receive negative messages about grammar, I'll stop!

The synopsis 

What would you say is the most valuable thing in this world?
   
 A mountain of gold and silver.

 Wrong.

Then what is it?

The return of the prodigal son.*

The little darling reached out his little paws to grab the items as he babbled and insisted on playing with them.
Shui Anluo grabbed his little paws, these were not for playing. What if he breaks them? Both of them would not be able to reimburse them even if they were pawned here.
"Ah, ah..." The little darling struggled unhappily as he held his paws out. He had not even touched those shiny things.
Icy Chu raised his brows and picked the little darling up. He placed him on the counter and the little darling crouched down, using his meaty little hands to sweep the emeralds away.
Shui Anluo placed one palm on her face and watched as her prodigal son swatted the emeralds onto the ground one by one. It was a good thing those were of good quality so they do not shatter easily.
Once the little darling finished sweeping, all that was left was a delicate and exquisite emerald jade. The jade was smalled than a palm and glittered enticingly. It looked particularly beautiful beneath the special lights.
Chu Ningyi reached out to pick up the little jade and looked at the little darling. "This one?"
"Ah pu..." The little darling smiled at his daddy.
"Alright." Chu Ningyi nodded and gave the jade to the salesperson. "Wrap this up."
Shui Anluo's lips twitched, was this a special kind of communication between father and son?
Her son certainly had a unique style when choosing things. He would throw away what he did not like. This prodigal child, ever since he was by his father's side, he had been prodigal to the end[1].
After choosing the present, Chu Ningyi got Shui Anluo to take it and carried the little darling as he left.
Shui Anluo could see the viciousness hidden in the salesperson's smile because she would have to clean this mess in a while. However, because this was her big boss, she did not dare say a thing.
Now that the present has been chosen, Chu Ningyi brought them to the Chu family's old residence straightaway.
Ever since she had been conned by Chu Ningyi into coming here, she had never returned.
The old residence was more lively than usual. The Chu family was considered to be one of the elite families of 'A' City. Even though this was considered a family dinner, the number of people who had arrived was no small amount.
Shui Anluo felt a little repulsed. Aside from the fact that she was the little darling's mother, she has no relation to the Chu family now.
After he got down from the car, Chu Ningyi turned around to look at Shui Anluo who had remained in the vehicle. He looked at the time. "There's still time for you to leave but if the little darling is unable to find you and ends up crying, what will you do?" Chu Ningyi threatened calmly.
"You..." Shui Anluo looked up and angrily opened the door. She had already gone with him to buy the present anyway, why would she be afraid of making rounds with him inside?
Shui Anluo thought secretly and immediately flung the car door shut.
Chu Ningyi smirked. When Shui Anluo approached he handed the babbling little darling over to her and wrapped one arm around her waist.
"Hey, Director Chu, have some dignity, we have no relationship," Shui Anluo scoffed coldly.
Chu Ningyi raised his brow and murmured into her ear, "Are we not the parents of the child?"
His words were too seductive and his breath was much too hot.
Shui Anluo shivered, wanting to distance herself from where his breath had dispersed but did not want him to follow him like a shadow.
"Director Chu, are you teasing a young maiden from a good family?" Shui Anluo scoffed icily.
"Young maiden?" Chu Ningyi repeated and looked profoundly down at his gurgling son. The meaning of it was obviously to ask if she was still a young maiden.
"Ningyi?"
Before Shui Anluo could retaliate, a surprised yet familiar sounding voice called out from behind them.
[1] I think the term you're looking for is spoiled brat.


Divorced, disowned, and down on her luck, Shui Anluo was determined to move on and live a peaceful life… Unfortunately, her ex-husband somehow found out about the baby and insisted that she should move in with him again. Soon, he realizes that he cannot live without her… But the road to marriage is bumpy and Shui Anluo is unwilling to go through heartbreak again. Can she take back everything that had belonged to her and will she find the courage to jump in and fall in love again?

There were more festivals after Halloween. There was still Thanksgiving in November and then Christmas in December after that, as well as New Year's Day. Thanksgiving was an important holiday in America, and Sophie and Li Du spent it with the Martins after they returned to Flagstaff. After the holiday, he would head to Riverdale to attend Big Fox's wedding.
They drove down to Riverdale. The town was peaceful and uneventful as ever, the retro vibes compounding the nostalgia. As they transitioned into winter and the town saw fewer and fewer tourists, it seemed to give off some sort of desolation that only added to the feeling.
As Li Du drove into the town, he bumped into a strong, blonde youth who drove his pickup truck into the supermarket to get some stuff. The two of them greeted each other and Li Du waved to him. "Hey, Jack."
The blonde was Big Fox's brother-in-law. The first time Li Du met him, his child had been diagnosed with meningitis and Li Du sent a helicopter to rescue him.
Jack broke into a huge smile at the sight of Li Du. He got down from his car to shake hands with the man and he said, "Hey, Li, you're early. You guys go on ahead to the ranch first. Hans and Barbara probably can't wait to see you guys."
Sophie asked, "How's Chuck? He must be getting pretty big and strong."
Chuck was his son, who had had meningitis. Jack smiled brightly at the mention of him. "Yep, we've got good genes in our family so the little man's becoming a strong lad."
Many things were needed for a ranch wedding, which was why Jack's pick-up truck was completely filled. Li Du opened his trunk to help ease his burden. Jack still had stuff to buy so Li Du brought some of the people back to the ranch first.
The ranch was decorated with colorful lanterns and there were balloons and ribbons wrapped around the simple gate and fence. Every time the wind blew, numerous ribbons floated in the air, making the place look lively.
After Li Du parked his car, he saw Hannah and Stephen. The pair had come down before Li Du did to help prepare for the wedding; otherwise, the bunch of them could have been traveling together.
Because he moved to Los Angeles, it had been quite some time since he last saw Hannah and Stephen. The old friends were overjoyed when they reunited. Li Du pulled the two of them into a hug and asked them, "Aren't you guys getting married one of these days?"
Hannah chuckled. "We're just waiting for Hans to get married, and then it's our turn. What about you guys, Li? What are you and Sophie planning?"
Sophie shrugged. "Well, I'm just waiting. No one's offered to set the date yet, so I can only wait."
Stephen looked at Li Du as he said, "That's a hint, bro, that's a hint, I tell you. Hurry, man, just make your move. Good things come in pairs, right? Maybe we could have our weddings at the same time."
Li Du smiled but did not say anything. Changing the topic, he said, "What about Big Fox? Isn't he going to come to greet an old friend who traveled all this way for his wedding?"
"He's with Barbara. She's trying on wedding dresses. I never thought this brother of mine would stay here like this. Barbara is his whole world now," Hannah remarked.
Stephen sighed. "It's true. I used to be sure Big Fox would never get married in this life. He was Flagstaff's prodigal son, but here he ends up getting married before we did. On top of that, he even became a traditional cowboy. I would never have believed this if I didn't witness it myself!"
Hannah smiled. "I give thanks to God and to my parents."
There was still some doubt lingering in their words, and Li Du found this amusing. "We do have to respect him, though. He might be a prodigal son, but there's no denying he's a good one. I knew he was a good person the moment I saw him help the kids from the welfare home."
"That is true. Even now that he's come to Riverdale, he still makes time to go to Flagstaff to volunteer there," Hannah nodded.
Li Du came to the wedding with a mission. He was Hans' best man, but ranch weddings were simple, and all he had to do was walk with him for a bit during the ceremony, so he did not come to the ranch too early.
The main reason was the unfortunate timing. The wedding was right after Thanksgiving, which he had had to spend with his future parents-in-law to discuss certain matters regarding his and Sophie's wedding. Otherwise, Li Du would have been here earlier, too. He did indeed miss Hans a great deal.
Hans finally appeared after Li Du had spent about an hour at the ranch. The man looked completely different from before. In the past, he would be cleanly shaven and sport the trendiest hairstyle, always staring at passing women. Now, his head of blond hair was in an old-fashioned and simple style. A full beard covered the lower half of his face; his skin had become coarse and had a healthy, reddish hue to it. His aura was completely different from what it had been before.
At the sight of Li Du, he mimed drawing a gun. Li Du opened his arms and the two of them hugged fiercely.
"You're about to get married. How are you feeling?"
Hans laughed boisterously. "Like I'm in a dream. It's great, man. Hurry and get married, marriage is the true meaning to life."
Li Du patted his friend's shoulder. "You go on ahead and look for this meaning you speak of. Come back and talk me through it once you've found it."
Barbara's family had been considerate in reserving a private space for them. In the afternoon, Hans brought Barbara over to welcome Li Du.
There was a new building on the ranch. Its style was simple, and it was to be Hans and Barbara's new home. At the sight of their new house, Li Du smiled and tossed a key and a land certificate to Hans. "Seems like my gift is a bit useless now."
Barbara took the items from him, then looked up at him at asked in confusion, "What's this?"
Hans knew even without looking. "Aren't you generous? A house?"
Stephen went over to peep at the certificate and surprise colored his face. "Good Lord, is this a villa at Beverly Hills? How much is it worth? Probably a few million, right?!"
This was the best of the houses Li Du had won in property auctions in the recent period of time. Its auction price alone was five million, but the property stood to rise in value. He could not think of a better wedding gift for Hans, so he chose the villa.
Li Du said, "Just think of it as a resort villa. You can't possibly stay here at the ranch all the time, right? You've got to take Barbara out to have fun once in a while, no?"
Hans chuckled. "What's so bad about staying at the ranch? I love it here so much, and the longer I stay here, the less I want to go out into the world."
"You're this close to attaining Buddhahood with how ascetic you are," Li Du said with his thumbs up. This was not the Hans he had known from before.
Barbara had a simple, a bit naïve disposition; she had little interest in money, preferring things she could own instead. This was the first time Li Du and Sophie were at their new house, a house that Barbara was rather proud of. She took the two of them around the house, giving them a room-by-room tour. Hans went along with them; he was steady and gentle, the smile never leaving his face
Looking at Hans, Li Du could not help but think about the past. Time was truly the greatest force on this earth. To think it could completely shape a person into someone else in a mere year.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

The fresh recruits understood the power structure within the Xertzul Abyss. They were ants who followed an ant! It was a shock to their system to learn that they came from such a weak World. They were the most powerful people in the Tutan World before they ascended.
As ascenders, they were made privy to the genuine history of their realm. James, their devil lord, brought his foreign army and slaughtered the entire world just to cultivate a Dao! Their leader was a heartless, bloodthirsty maniac.
The sphinxes had no thoughts of rebellion. They could not, they were slaves mentally and physically. And so it would be for eight more generations of sphinxes.
The dark elves willing followed James, so it was strange getting to know the actual history of how they came to inhabit the Tutan World. Dark elf elders had been mum about the founding of the Elf Nation in the Tutan World. For generations to be loyal to James that dirty history had to be wiped out throughout the entire world.
Their loyalty was still strong despite knowing the truth. Their tribe only had a few Knights apparently before following James, now they were Knights born every generation and the weaker ones could live safely in the pocket world.
~~~
While his ragtag war division was coming into being James was hard at work studying and mastering the [Curse Binding Scripture].
I deepened my understanding of Fire, Soul, Electric, and Curse Dao. Every day I would forge a new curse weapon. This young lord was rich with souls. Might as well use them!
I fully immersed myself in Runeforging. It was a wondrous experience for me, this was the first time I truly enjoyed devilry. Time had no meaning and flew by. Now that I had a wealthy organization backing me, I had forging resources delivered to me daily.
Ah, the life of a prodigal young noble. Who needs to go work hard to get resources when your lackeys can do it for you?
Kyle even sent a personal attendant to see to my needs. I felt it was natural, these were the things I expected to have as a young lord.
My mindset was slowly changing. I no longer saw myself as a young noble. Now that I had an organization and followers, I saw myself as a young lord. A proper devil ruler.
~~~
This change in mentality was great for our young devil hero. He was reaching the age of adulthood, his childhood fantasies of being a prodigal son were being replaced with being a prodigal young lord. James desired personal power and strength to back his arrogance.
He was wholly independent of the Hudson clan; he looked forward to the day that [Libra] would overshadow [Mountain Shadow] as the most powerful organization in the Hudson clan.
Our young devil hero was maturing from a devil boy to a devil man!
~~~
The work I did forging the cursed rune weapons was not only rewarding to me but every single one I created deepened the understanding of the Daos.
I had even entered the Metal Dao after working with so many materials. I started with Tier-1 cursed weapons and slowly improved my craft until I could form a Tier-2 cursed weapon.
Every weapon I crafted would be different, they would take on their form from a combination of the Metals, Souls, and Dao Runes I carved within them. Each would have a connection to me. These weapons were alive, they hungered to find a mortal soul to beguile and degrade.
The best use of these would be to send them into a pocket world and watch the madness unfold. I could conqueror an unsuspecting world without a fight.
"Meow, that's the best part of cursed rune weapons! It is very difficult to invade stronger worlds."
"Meow, Cursed Rune Weapons could easily beguile an unsuspecting mortal soul giving you a chief agent to enact your will on an unsuspecting world."
I must forge a Baron Weapon and send it down to an unsuspecting Tier-2 world. According to Kyles reports, I should be able to purchase Tier-2 world coordinates in a few years.
"Listen! You should work on stepping into the Baron realm, the stupid book will teach you how to scry for worlds once you do. It desires many souls to repair itself."
The stupid book kept the lion's share of the souls from the Tutan World! I'm altering the deal next time I conquer a world.
"Meow, you forget the stupid book gave you the realm coordinates."
"Hey! The stupid book is fair."
I didn't have time to argue with the Codex Aspects. Through my deeper understanding of Soul Dao, I realized the Aspects were just unique personalities born of the Codex to serve its hosts.
They were the Codex, and the Codex was them. It was truly a remarkable artifact. All this time he was speaking to it with his conversations with the mischievous cat and the cute pixie.
"Meow, when you grow stronger you'll be able to create a personal Aspect within the Codex of Souls."
"Watch Out! He's way too weak to be thinking about creating an Aspect."
I worked hard day and night forging, increasing my Dao mastery. I had an armada of Tier-1 and Tier-2 cursed weapons now. Some poor unsuspecting world would soon be 'gifted' these prized weapons.
As my understanding of Curses and Souls grew, soon I was on the cusp of breaking into the Baron realm. I had spent an entire year in closed-door devilry.
Adding the year he spent in the Tutan World and the year I spent closed up studying mastering my Daos, I was now eighteen years old.
I would head out to do tasks from time to time, but mostly I spent my time holed up in my hut forging. Nothing would stop me from reaching the Baron realm!
I even got a notification when Wanfang broke through to Baron. As a young lord, I could not fall too far behind my followers. They would look down on me!
I forged my first Tier-3 cursed weapon after spending so much time mastering the [Curse Binding Scripture].
I took a few weeks of materials from the Tutan World supply for this one forging! It was time to make a glorious weapon.

Suffering oppression, Soulless forsakes his devil clan. With his Soul Eyes, he carves his own mark in the brutal Abyss. Through hook or crook, nothing will stop the young devil lord! Tune in every day for his shameless actions and his cruelty. Enjoy… The Rise of a Devil! 

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Tianjing City, North Fifth Loop Road North Bridge, Tian'ao Forest.
The location was excellent, and the environment was deep and serene. The main road passed through the North Fourth Ring Road intersection and led directly to the center of Tianjing City. The shaded trees along the road made people feel relaxed and happy. The wide roads and the scant amount of vehicles proved that the traffic conditions were pretty good.
The main road—with a width of 20 meters—was, in reality, built by the Hong Family.
This road stretched all the way to the north and was surrounded by lush forests that seemed to stretch thousands of miles, causing the scenery to be particularly charming. At the end of the road, in the most central location of the Tian'ao Forest, there was a giant manor.
Hong family, Hong family's family estate.
The four major mansions of Tianjing City included the "Liu family's manor" of Liu Yihui's Liu family, the "Pyramid" of the financial tycoon Jiang family, the "Underground Kingdom" of the oil tycoon's Sun family, and the last one was the Hong family's "Forest Capital."
This whole piece of Tian'ao Forest belonged to the private territory of the Hong family. Since Hong's Manor dared to call itself the "Forest Capital," the scale of its territory was naturally very large. The entire manor had a building area of approximately 200,000 square meters, with nearly 100 buildings including four swimming pools, tennis courts, bowling rooms, cinemas, music theaters, underground wine kilns, and many more.
In fact, these things were not worth mentioning when compared to the luxury homes of Tianjing City. However, the large area of forests and lakes untouched by humans and the small hot spring were a rarity—one could even occasionally witness bears coming out to hunt for food.
In this manor, there were even three helipads, with three special helicopters stationed on it for members of the Hong family to use in case of an emergency gathering. With such a large scale, it was natural to understand why the sons of the Hong family sacrificed whatever they could just for the first few places in the family meeting—but the family members with excellent qualifications would never be embarrassed in the family. With just a request, they would even be able to receive up to 50 million worth of startup funds.
In the largest central conference room in the "Forest Capital" of Hong's Manor.
The conference room was very spacious, measuring about 500 square meters, and the number of people inside was not few. The three old people sitting at the top were indifferent. They consisted of two men and one woman and were the three most respected elders in the Hong family.
The one in the center had two-inch white eyebrows, and his jaws held about one inch of white whiskers. Although his face had a lot of wrinkles, his face appeared bright and lively, with a pair of eyes that were not as turbid as an ordinary old man's, still shining brightly. He was dressed in a black tunic suit with a gold cane in his hand. Sitting there, he did not appear angry but still seemed to exert his might over the others. He was the father of several brothers including Hong Weiguo's father, the contemporary elder of the Hong family, Hong Tu!
The man on Hong Tu's left was dressed in a dark red Tang costume with a black round cap on his head, looking like an old family's birthday star on TV. His pair of eyes always seemed like they were squinting. In his hand, he held a pair of blood-colored fitness balls, turning it around here and there. He had a kind smile on his face, and he picked up his teacup occasionally to taste the Longjing Tea. This old man was naturally of another branch, but was of the same generation and held the same authority as Hong Tu. He was another elder of the family.
The third person was a grandmother with silver hair, hunchbacked, and holding a faucet cane carved from rosewood. She looked like the old lady from The Generals of the Yang family[1]. She was worthy of being named as the heroine and was the only woman of Hong Tu and Hong Wei's generation, named as Hong Ying elder.
At this time, under the left-hand side of the three elders, three people were sitting there. One of them was handsome and was dressed in a tieless silver-gray suit. He was Hong Anbao's father, Hong Weiguo's fourth brother, Hong Jianye.
As for the other two, if Hong Dali had come, he would be surprised to see that it was actually Hong Anbao and Hong Ancheng who he had seen before!
On the other side was where some elders who had the right to speak and were not weak in the family were seated. Beside them were the younger generations who excelled in the family.
"I don't know the meaning of father and the two elders…" Hong Jianye courteously asked the three elders.
Although Hong Tu was his father, Hong Jianye naturally didn't dare to show any rudeness as he was an elder of the family.
"Jianye, you just said that in the past two weeks, Dali has already reached the age of 18, and according to the family rules, the family inspection team should be sent to evaluate his business talent. Is that correct?" Hong Tu faintly glanced at Hong Jianye and said indifferently.
"Yes." Hong Jianye nodded.
"According to the family rules," Hongtu said slowly. "family members who are 18 or older will have to have their first commercial talent assessment to carry out the initial asset allocation. However, the situation is special for this child. You should know that, right?"
"Yes, I know." Hong Jianye said. "But the family rules cannot be abolished. Otherwise, I would not have come here in advance. Once the precedent is set, who will follow the rules set by the ancestors of the Hong family? This son here is bold but faithful, and is not doing so for selfish reasons."
After he said this, the other family elders also nodded, and the young people in the surroundings couldn't help but sneer. Obviously, they were greatly jealous of Hong Dali's prestigious background.
"Ai, this child was born in a good family, but his body condition is very special. Now that he is about 18, the family meeting should be held. When he comes, I'm afraid that he will be in a difficult position. Jealousy can really cause himself to be killed by subtle means." With a helpless smile, Hong Tu secretly shook his head.
Hong Dali was born in a good background, but his own strength and abilities are not enough. Although he managed to bring up a female star in this period, that's only because he was lucky. Things related to luck can't be repeated. Nowadays, I heard that he seems to be burning money to produce a show called "I Am a Singer." He used up more than five million of reserve funds in a go. 
With these people rushing to ask for his sin to be punished in this family meeting, it was obvious that they intended to exert authority over Hong Weiguo so that he could no longer condone Hong Dali's squandering behavior. With Hong Dali's squandering behavior, once the expedition team set off and the results come out, then it would be hammered into reality. No matter how much Hong Weiguo pampered Hong Dali, he would definitely be helpless in front of the family rules.
When Hong Weiguo reached 40, 90% of the money he earned would be collected by the family because he had no qualified heirs. In this way, the money earned by Hong Weiguo was even a wedding dress for others.
However, what Hong Jianye said just now was reasonable. Even the elders couldn't directly oppose it.
One of the most important reasons why the Hong family could develop to such an extent was because of its iron family rules!
The Hong family did not condone people who leeched off the family!
Any family member who was at least 18 years old must start investing in an industry. Although one might need to study and couldn't take care of it themselves, as long as the company was invested by one of the Hong family members, a professional would be sent by the Hong Family's Manor "Forest Capital" to handle it.
As for earning more or earning less, it was entirely up to the foresight of the family member that had invested.
In Hong's family history, there had been a few prodigals, performing unruly acts all the time. Without exception, at the family meeting at the age of eighteen, the prodigal would be kicked out of the core family members. Although he could eat and drink without worry, he would be unable to live the prodigal life from before.
Although Hong Tu was sighing in his heart, the family rules were there, and Hong Jianye's words were Hong Dali's weakness.
"What you said is a bit reasonable, but have you considered Hong Dali's physical conditions?" Hong Tu asked.
"Yes, father." Hong Jianye's mouth turned into a ridiculous arc, saying, "But this is not the reason why he doesn't invest. Father, you also know, our Hong family doesn't need its member to personally take care of one's business after turning 18. As long as there is an investment, there would naturally be specialized personnel to handle it. So, what I mean is, Dali could have just chosen a few business investments. Not to mention," Hong Jianye paused and said slowly, "I heard that during this period, his body seems to have been getting better. Every day, he would go and play with Tang Muxin of the Tang family until late before going home to sleep. I don't think he seems like a sick person anymore, right? "
"Well, this is true." Hong Tu nodded. "The child's body has really been getting stronger recently."
At this time, Hong Wei, who was wearing a Tang suit, smiled and said, "Brother Tu, it's good news that Dali's body is getting stronger. Before, I did send people secretly to monitor him. I cannot say that he has completely recovered, but he is at least not as feeble as in the past."
On the side, Hong Ying also said, "Ai, this child Dali was sick from birth. It was not an easy task for him to turn stronger, but he is coincidentally 18 years old when recovering. God is really cruel to him."
"This is destiny and can't be changed." Hong Tu said with a wry smile. "Speaking of which, the last time Hong Dali called me grandpa was five or six years ago. I'm not sure if I can hear him call me that the next time we meet, ai."
Listen to him say that, Hong Wei and Hong Ying's face also turned distant.
Speaking of which, Hong Dali carried a lot of their hopes. He was the son of this generation's most outstanding talent, Hong Weiguo. Unfortunately, the higher the hope, the bigger the disappointment. Hong Dali's case was indeed too disappointing.
"Father, then your meaning is that…" Hong Jianye said. "After all, the family rules are there…"
"Well, at least Hong Dali's birthday on May 28th is just a few days away. We can wait until then to say it." In the end, although he was a Hong family's elder, Hong Tu could only follow the rules. He really wanted to protect Hong Dali, but unfortunately, no one could break the family rules.
As soon as they heard elder Hong Tu's decision, the family members around suddenly started to discuss in soft voices: "The elders actually agreed. This time, Hong Dali, the prodigal, is in big trouble.""The elders are also unable to do much. Who dares to break the family rules? "Hey, in fact, think about it, Hong Dali's life is also very poor. Although he was born well, he was sick when he was born. He couldn't help it." "Even if he were to be born in a good background, he would still end up being swept out of the core circle?"
Unexpectedly, just when everyone was talking about it, suddenly, a thick male voice rang: "Is this to say that when Dali turns 18, the family will send an expedition team? I oppose it!"
[1] The Generals of the Yang Family is a collection of Chinese folklore, plays, and novels on a military family from the earlier years of imperial China's Song Dynasty.


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


The heavier an athlete was, the more of a burden his body had to bear. For an athlete who did hurdles, if he was heavy, he would consume more energy every time he hurdled, meaning his ankle would have to withstand more pressure every time he landed.
Therefore, an athlete of the 110m hurdles was much lighter than a 100m dash athlete. Feixiang Lin's height was around 190 centimeters, and his weight had reached its peak at 160 pounds. For an athlete of the 100m dash, who was the same height as Feixiang Lin, their weight was probably closer to 180 pounds, or even more in some cases.
Because Feixiang Lin had not taken his training seriously in the last two years or control his diet, he was already over 180 pounds. It was only due to his height that he did not look fat.
Obviously, 180 pounds was not an ideal weight for an athlete who did hurdles. Feixiang Lin knew that his main task was to lose weight, but he laughed with disdain when he heard the words "slimming exercises."
Feixiang Lin was indeed much fatter than he was before, but because he was still a professional athlete, he could not lose weight simply by doing slimming exercises. Besides, anyone who had even a bit of common sense would know that doing slimming exercises would have no effect on an athlete.
"Come, let's do the slimming exercises," Dai Li said seriously.
"You are kidding me," Feixiang Lin said, waving his hands.
"I am not joking with you." Dai Li became more serious.
Feixiang Lin shook his head and said, "I admit that your massage was very effective, but as for these slimming exercises, why don't you go do it yourself in the gym!"
"Do you see that scale? Go and weigh yourself, then do the slimming exercises with me. If you do not lose weight it will not do you any harm, and you can just consider it a warm-up," Dai Li said.
Feixiang Lin still did not believe him, but when he remembered that Dai Li would help him do the manipulation rehabilitation, he stood on the scale, weighed himself, and did the slimming exercises with Dai Li.
"These are just warm-up exercises for radio music! It cannot even be considered as a warm-up," Feixiang Lin thought.
"Stand on the scale and weigh yourself." Dai Li kept egging him on once they finished a set of slimming exercises.
Dai Li was full of expectation. Seeing his face, Feixiang Lin did not want hurt Dai Li's feelings, so he stepped on the scale unwillingly.
"Ah? The number has dropped? I have already lost 0.3 pounds in just twenty minutes. Seriously, what is going on?" Feixiang Lin turned around and looked at Dai Li, who was feeling very confident.
"Is this really because of the slimming exercises? No way! I cannot believe it!" Feixiang Lin stepped off the scale, looked at Dai Li, and felt very suspicious about this. He then said, "Let's do it again!"
"No problem!" Dai Li nodded.
Twenty minutes later, Feixiang Lin weighed himself a third time.
"I have lost another 0.22 pounds! Is this scale broken?" Feixiang Lin thought for a while, then stepped off the scale and put his shoes on it to see if the scale was broken or not.
"The weight of the shoes has not changed, which means the scale works fine. Is it possible that these slimming exercises really work? But isn't it strange that these slimming exercises, which are just like warm-up exercises, can really help me lose weight?"
Feixiang Lin looked at Dai Li.
"He has only massaged me once, yet I felt much better instantly; for these slimming exercises, I have only done one set, abut nd it works immediately. This is incredible, I think no one would ever believe me if I told them this, but is it possible that Dai Li is an alien?!"
...
Feixiang Lin was a very intelligent person, but he was completely stunned by Dai Li. However, he cared more about whether he could get back on the field, and whether he could be as good as he had been before.
Dai Li could help Feixiang Lin recover and lose weight, which already made him qualified enough for Feixiang Lin to follow his every order.
Feixiang Lin was like someone drowning in the middle of an ocean, while Dai Li was like an island. Even if it was an uninhabited island where there were many beasts, and the food was not edible unless it had been cooked, Feixiang Lin would try his best to swim to the island because it was his only chance at survival.
After earning Feixiang Lin's trust, Dai Li began to lead Feixiang Lin through the slimming exercises. For an athlete of the hurdle, the lower his BFP (body fat percentage) was, the better. The slimming exercises could help Feixiang Lin achieve just that, and lose any excess fat.
Inside the training hall, Dai Li began to count numbers everyone was familiar with.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; Two, two, three, four..."
...
"My eyes are not deceiving me today. Feixiang Lin is not late for training! He came before 8 o'clock."
"It seems as if the prodigal son has returned! With his talent, he will probably win another world championship if he works hard on his training."
"Come look, what is Feixiang Lin doing? Is he doing slimming exercises to radio music?"
"Probably not. Why would he come here an hour earlier just to do slimming exercises to radio music?! Is it possible that he is warming up?"
"For us, that amount of slimming exercise is everything but a warm-up! I do not think we would even sweat!"
"I have heard that Feixiang Lin is going to take part in an activity at the Hope Primary School. Maybe doing the slimming exercises to radio music is part of the activity, and he is preparing for it beforehand."
"I think you are probably right, but since when did slimming exercises to radio music look like this? Which set is this? Anyway, it is completely different from the one I did when I was in school."
The athletes in the training hall were speaking in low voices. Meanwhile, Coach Ding Jihai's face was turning rather gloomy.
"I thought you were the prodigal son that had returned and planned to come back to training. I never thought the reason you would come here is just to do some slimming exercises! Feixiang Lin, you have truly disappointed me. Maybe you really are beyond helping now!" Coach Ding Jihai let out a long sigh. He felt quite sad.
...
"I have lost four pounds today! If I keep doing this for ten more days, I can be as slim and strong as I was before," Feixiang Lin said confidently.
As he was speaking, Dai Li was dong the manipulation rehabilitation for him. He said, "Do not be too optimistic. The reason you have lost four pounds in one day is because that you have a lot of fat. Once the fat begins to decrease, you cannot lose it as quickly as you did today."
"How long will it take for me to be 160 pounds again?" Feixiang Lin asked.
"About a month!" Dai Li thought for a while, then said, "I hope that you can be fully recovered within the next month. I will help you be as good as your old self by the third month."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Feixiang Lin asked.
"Do not forget, I was only transferred here temporarily. I can only stay here for three months, and it is almost the end of the first month." Dai Li became very serious. "I hope that before I leave, the old, invincible Feixiang Lin can come back!"


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the red curtain of Zhu Zhu in front of him, and in the distance was a piece of furniture such as a dazzling piano case and a rosewood stool.
Standing in front of the curtain, there was a guy in a small blue cap, staring at him desperately, and then this guy showed a very embarrassed smile, with a flirtatious charming smile: "The young man woke up ..."
Fang Jifan was a little bit nervous, this is ... wearing ... through, because he clearly heard that the man in the Tsing Yi cap speaks Fengyang Mandarin. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan can be 100% sure that the furnishings here, but also With this inexplicable man, in his own era, even a large investment in film and television, it was impossible to set up such a scene.
No panic or fright, Fang Jifan had some excitement in his heart, and after doing so many years of learning, unexpectedly today he can glimpse the ancients!
The ancients, looking at this guy who laughed a little bit, Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, this is ... the ancients?
"This is the year of *******?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy on the wall, and the title of the post was a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty.
By the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted the attention of Fang Jifan. This is the style of the mid-Ming Dynasty. After the ******* Dynasty, it was not very popular. The Xuanqin case seems to be a new system. So it is estimated that this should be There is no doubt about the era of *******.
The man in the Tsing Yi cap nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.
Having been determined, Fang Jifan slammed up from the bed, patted his thigh, and said excitedly, "Ning Wang is still there? There is a rebellion of the little prince in the north. The handicraft industry in the south has begun to rise ..." Fang Jifan A look of eyebrows fluttered: "The emperor today is also a sage, there is so much to do ..."
Ji Fang Jifan is very excited. This is a good time. The male husband, studying, and studying history, ca n't help but have too many regrets. He did n't have much success in his last life, and he finally came to a place of usefulness.
Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied Ming history. Not only does Ming history know a lot about it, it is about the local history of this era, he knows it well, and speaks something awkward. There were several thieves in the county on the few days of the month, and their amazing memory was also impressive.
I have been alone for a long time, and it seems not bad to come to this age.
Qi Fang Jifan even admired his own heart ... very big.
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap changed his face, hesitatingly: "Master ... you ... you say ... there is something promising?"
"Yeah." Fang Jifan cheered up, and he was a young master. Then this person was either a book boy or a long-time follower. His excitement had not passed yet, and he expressed his enthusiasm: "The man's eldest husband is alive. "
Speaking of which, the face of the man in Tsing Yi 's hat changed from doubt to sorrow. He yelled, "Master ... Master ... is sick again ... come ... come ..."
Qi Fang Jifan was shocked, what is this ... what happened?
  Snapped...
The door was suddenly knocked open by several strong men, and they looked like wolves and tigers.
Outside the sun, the sun also sprinkled in, and these burly bodies covered the extra light.
Then, a man with a quivering shirt and a goatee, a gentleman-like appearance, stepped on his back with a medicine chest and said with excitement: "Master, master's illness ... committed another ... fast, fast, needle ! "
With a quick order, those elite men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.
Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, NMGB, he cursed, because he saw that old gentleman had removed the inch-long silver needle from the box, with a sad look on his face, Chao Fangfan said: "The disease suffered by the young master is the brain Disease, do n't be afraid to avoid illness, come here, do n't be afraid, do n't be afraid ... just get a shot ... "
Ji Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw would fall off: "I ... I'm not sick ..."
The doctor applied the needle and shook his head, saying, "Yes, I used to have this symptom when I was ill. Master, bear with me. The acupuncture method of the old man was uploaded by Naizu. He can treat the disease, and he can still exercise. Master, you lie down! "
  what...
With the general howl to kill pigs, Fang Jifan did not make a sound after half a ring.
Hands and feet are controlled, and the old gentleman actually directly inserted the silver needle into his back of the brain. Fang Jifan stopped crying, but he was scared to bite his teeth and did not dare to move. For fear of moving, the old gentleman The needle was skewed.
The most important thing is that I was afraid of getting an injection from an early age!
A needle so long, pierced into the head, this is a cure, this is a murder, your uncle!
Before the needle was taken out, the old man sighed with a beard and shook his head again. "The brain-disabled has no medicine, and the old man just presses the ancient prescription to temporarily control the illness. Whether he can be cured is up to his master's luck. . "
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap hid on the edge of the couch and whispered in a low voice: "Master, master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by Uncle, don't be afraid, just a few months' needle will be fine, Uncle repaired the book The family has commanded that as long as the master's illness is good, no matter what method is used ... In short, there must be no medical taboos ... Master is the only son of Uncle. Master can bear it ... bear it ...
Xi Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.
Uh .........
Noon.
The view outside the window was pleasant, but Fang Jifan was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!
This is the twenty-seventh day that Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he doesn't know how many needles have been pierced. Each time he pierces the needle, the other side of the fan is in the ghost gate.
An ancient 'famous doctor' pierced the silver needle into your back of the head and stirred it a little. Fang Jifan thought about it and shuddered.
Twenty-seven days are enough to make Fang Jifan understand everything.
The original master of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.
The hereditary Count of the Fang family was earned during the battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed the Yan King Zhu Xi from the dragon to Nanjing from Peiping City. Zhu Xi was kind and gave an iron rice bowl with a big hand.
And the master of this body ...
Well, it's no wonder that I only say a word about how a manly husband can be regarded as a mental disability, because this is a complete scum scum, the biggest evil in the capital, and the prodigal of the prodigal, it can be called full of evil.
A few days ago, this was sick, so I invited a famous doctor to see it. I wanted to come because of a mental problem and never gave up the treatment. After Fang Jifan passed through, he was mistaken for the fact that he was not good because he and The former prodigal had very different personalities, so ... the treatment continued ...
I'm so stupid.
Ji Fang Jifan introspected himself. He was still too young. When he first arrived, what did he say to people to build a career and serve the country and the people?
A prodigal boy with a lot of bad behavior, behaves so abnormally, in the eyes of others, not neuropathy, what is it?
Well, in order to give up treatment, he must have Fang Jifan more than Fang Jifan.
At this time, the door of the bedroom was opened, and a small girl with a good face came in, followed by Fang Jifan's long follower, the guy in the Tsing Yi cap, called Deng Jian.
A new day has begun.
Qi Fang Jifan took a deep breath. For more than 20 days, he had figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of the family. Naturally, he had already thoroughly understood the original Fang Jifan.
When the little girl arrived at the couch, she saluted: "Master, get up."
Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing impatience. He cheered himself up: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, buddy is a prodigal son, and should not be exposed."
Xi Fangji Fan's fiercely said, "What time is it? Early in the morning, what is the name of a ghost?"
Xiao Xiaoya's face was scared and slightly unnatural: "Sun ... three shots."
"Only three shots ..." Fang Jifan tusks: "Master, am I the one who got up three shots? Sleep for another hour!"
Deng Jian, wearing a Tsing Yi cap, nodded and said, "Master, it's too early, but I'm afraid the master is hungry ..."
"Okay, okay ..." Fang Jifan had to stand up and change clothes with the little girl's help.
Deng Jian, who was aside, laughed lowly: "The young master is wise, the young master is martial, the young master is not changed, admired by the villain, and throws himself into the ground."
"Go to you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg, turned Deng Jian with a kick, and said angrily: "Master, except handsome and handsome, has nothing to do, how dare you say wise and sacred? Wise and sacred can eat as a meal? Dog The same thing. "
Deng Jian rolled on the ground and burst into tears.
Fang Jifan was shocked in his heart. Why is it that Fang Caiyi was serious? Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but ... hey, buddy is also very embarrassed. If Master Ben is gentle and gentle, how can he give up treatment?
Who would have expected it, Deng Jian rolled up suddenly, but leaned his head, and said with excitement: "Master's illness is finally better, small ... small ... I am really happy for the master, and the cry is joyful and crying."
  Ok?
Can Fang Jifan stay like a chicken?

Research on Mingshi Library Management
Members crossing the Zheng Ming Dynasty capital
There is less evil.
Hongzhi eleven years. It was a wonderful morning. At this time, Zhu Houzhao was an adult. At this time, Wang Shouren and Tang Bohu sharpened their swords in preparation for the Imperial Examination. At this time, the Xiaobinghe era was in the landlord's fool Nanhe Bofu, Nanhe Bo's successor Fang Jifan ... began his prodigal life.

Under the shade of the night, William eased the door to his house open and crept in. He backtracked to the door and slowly shut it. The moment the door closed, light illuminated his surroundings and he followed its source.

 At a table with a lantern by its side, Bapholin stood with its arms on its sides. "And the prodigal son returns. Where have you been?" it asked. 
 
 "I-I got robbed." He affixed his gaze on the floor.
 
 It rested its weight on one leg. "Robbed? Robbed means your belongings were taken. Why do you still have those?" It gestured on the supplies.
 
 "I fought back."
 
 "Say that again," he requested disbelievingly.
 
 He placed the sack beside the beast. "I fought back," he repeated with more force and power. 

 "Does fighting back you come home the next day?" It began to inspect the contents of the sack.

 "Why'd you disappear all of a sudden?" he retorted.

 "It's good you ordered the beetroot, we've been running low," the beast answered, continuing to rummage through.
 
 Seeing the interrogation was dismissed, William retired on a chair, leaned back and then tensed again. "Is father asleep?"
 
 "He hasn't come home since yesterday," answered Bapholin. "I am to return by his side at tomorrow's dawn. You are supposed to behave yourself until he comes back. Well supposed to."
 
 A tremendous amount of relief washed over him and calmed his senses. He had feared that Radulf was waiting for him, and he had been beyond angry. He had not known what to say or how to explain things to him. He could not even explain it to himself. 
 
 Bapholin pulled out a scroll from a pile of books on the table. "Your reward," it announced.
 
 His brows knitted. He straightened his back and picked up the piece of parchment. His hands felt the rough and decrepit texture of the paper as if it would crumble at the slightest touch. "Is this…" His eyes darted to one sentence after the next, digesting the meaning of the words and symbols written on each line. He had it. He had something worth trying—worth starting.  
 
 "I don't quite get what the big fuss is about," stated Bapholin. "So I got you the incantation you wanted. It wasn't at all that difficult."

 Ever since he was younger, he thought of his father to be a grand magician. A secret wizard that hid from the eyes of everyone. One morning as he came to, his father had been at the basement. And like any other day, he went to him to ask for his chores and errands to run, but instead he had found him with a corpse lying on the floor. He had spoken a language—words with extended vowels, meshed consonants and a lot of crackled noises of the tongue—and the dead came back to life. It was moving, talking and telling its secrets before its death. It had been like it had never died at all. At the sight of it, other people would had been yelling for fear and panic, but he was not. William knelt in-between steps of the staircase on his descent, and seemed to watch something magnificent, like turtle doves released into the air or a grand birthday celebration of one of the nobles' sons. As his father conversed, prodding and inquiring on a million things—which he did not care for the details—he birthed a dream. A dream that someday he would be the one conversing with the dead. That he would be the one who would sow life back together again and ask its deepest, darkest secrets. 

 Ever since then, he would watch from afar at his father's amazing works. He had seen him conjure an animal made of bones, let blood swirl and cover a wound, see through the eyes of a soul's past and more. Of course, most of the times, Bapholin caught him lurking in the shadows trying to get a good look out of the next wondrous spell. If it had not been for the beast's laziness, he had already been chained and whipped for eavesdropping.

 And now after all those times he stood in the dark, wishing, dreaming, he could finally create magic—even just a bit of it. "What does this do exactly, Bapholin?" he asked.
 
 "Simple protection spell," answered the beast. "Easy to do and useful when you are or someone else is in danger. Not everyone can do it of course."

 "Not everyone?"

 The beast went to a pile of rags and lay on its belly. "No mere person can. But of course you can. You are the son of Radulf Howe, a powerful magician. In your veins lie the same powers. Ooohhh. Magician. Scary," it yawned.

 "I…can do this?" 

 "Why don't you just give it a try? Tired with all the questions. I need my nap."

 His mind buzzed as his heart beat fast. It might not be the biggest and grandest spell there was, but it was definitely a start—a start towards the path of becoming a true magician.
 
 William opened his mouth to ask another question but stopped instantly when a cadence of shouts and flickers of light distracted him. He crossed the room to the window and peeked. Across the hillside, a number of people had gathered at Joan Altier's house, carrying torches and pitchforks. They were shouting words that were too far to comprehend. 

 "Looks like a riot. Maybe it's another hanging," said Bapholin appearing by the window sill.
William knew Joan Altier because of her chicken recipes and pies. A year before, when she moved into her home, she'd ask him to come over to taste her home made dishes, and he instantly loved them. From then on, when she'd make something new, he'd be invited and be taught how to remake it. Though she and his father were rough acquaintances that couldn't stand each other, William made it a point to always visit her and offer his help for any errands a man would be best suited for.
"I have to go see what's going on," he said as he grabbed a cape from the hanger and left the house.
 
 When he reached Joan's home, she had rusting chains around her ankles and wrists, and the queen's soldiers were dragging her through a tight angry crowd. Rotting vegetables and fruits flew from all angles, hitting her everywhere—in the face mostly. 
 
 "What's happening?" asked William to no one in particular.
 
 "The soldiers are rounding out Protestants," said a man with freckles all over his face.
 
 "Joan's not a Protestant. She's a devoted Catholic," protested William. "She always goes to mass on Sundays."
 
 "Yeah, hear she is. But she's a witch too."
 
 "A witch? Her?"
 
 "A witch she is," repeated the man. "Heard she put a charm on a nobleman. They're keeping his name under. Must've been a nasty one."
 
 "Joan won't do that. She would never…" William saw the end destination where Joan would lead to: a caged carriage. Inside, three people with drooped and familiar faces stared back at him, the Ameries: Catherine and her parents. But what caught most of his attention was the fourth person who sat on the back with her arms around her knees. Elise. Her usual cheery demeanor had been snuffed out and was replaced with a heartbreaking blank gaze. 
 
 The man with the freckles was blabbering something else he had heard when William made his way around the hating mass and straight to the carriage. He was only a few feet away when a soldier blocked him and held a hand for him to stop.
 
 "Not any closer," the soldier warned.

 "Let me talk to her," pleaded William. "She didn't do anything. She's not a witch."

 "That is for the queen to decide, not you. Go back, boy." 

 He put his face right next to the soldier. "The queen? The queen doesn't know her. I know her. And she's not a witch."

 "I said go back," shouted the soldier.

 "Aren't you listening? I said she's not a—"

 The soldier shoved him back, drew his sword and pointed it at him. "Go back," he said sternly.

 Bapholin popped right next to the soldier and yawned, "I'd do as he says. He looks serious."

William turned from the serious face of the soldier and his blade to Elise in the cage. She found him looking at her and forced a bright smile. I'm okay, she mouthed.

The carriage door opened as Joan was pushed inside with the rest of the criminals. When the door shut, the soldiers mounted their horses and began to move the carriage forward. The townsfolk followed behind with a slow, peaceful march, but with snarling and hateful faces nonetheless.

UPDATE 19-Apr-20: Please head over to webnovel.com/book/16716768005963305 for new updates. Or visit: SubscribeStar.com/EmiOzner Apologies and thanks for understanding. William dreams of wielding magic. At a close call with Death, he manages to win his trust and become his student. As he trains, he uncovers an ancient war against demons, the purpose of his magic, and a whole world where his own identity is questioned. Seeking answers, he falls into a conflict between a mystical race, and a man of God who disposes outliers. The pull of the mysteries of his life and powers lead him to a new reality. A reality where deceit, suffering and wishes cause himself to die and be reborn into something godly. Set in the 1500's, TRANSFERENCE is a coming-of-age fantasy about a boy, who dreamed of light, but was destined to be of darkness. The book depicts struggles of youth, love, self-discovery and tackles religion, politics, life, but mostly death.

With a scream still reverberating through the forest I race to the campsite, fully expecting that a certain birdbrain got hungry and deserted her post to hunt, leaving the unconscious Kiera at the mercy of some roaming beast. Contrary to my expectation, said birdbrain is staring at the lying form of Kiera with perplexity, her beak almost touching Kiera's freshly unconscious face.
"Chiia… don't tell me you've been looking at her like that this entire time…"
"Kuuu~~!"
She shakes her tail a little at that, evidently quite proud of her studious nature, while I don't even bother to stifle a sigh at her actions.
"Chiia, you scared the poor woman so much that she fainted. How would you feel if you woke up and a giant beast was right above you, staring you in the eye?"
"... Wait, don't answer that. You'd probably thank them for delivering *cough* being *cough* breakfast."
"Anyway, I'll watch over Kiera, could you hunt something for us to all eat? By the way, that white horse over there is off limits."
"Ku~."
…
Contrary to some of the memories I've seen, setting up camp is surprisingly easy. I cleared the area by absorbing all the biomass around, felled a few trees by eroding their bases with chimeric cells, and snapped off all the branches by hand before tossing the trees around to make a bench. Set up the tent, draw some water with a gravity field, add a little fire magic, and you have a perfect camp in under ten minutes. Really, I fail to see why humans make such a big deal of it.
A few minutes later, Chiia returns with a deer in her beak, and I start roasting some cuts for sleeping beauty over here. To avoid traumatizing our princess (again), I ask Chiia to shrink down a bit, and after resisting the power of her upturned eyes and a "kweeh~~..." she finally assents.
It takes a solid ten minutes more, but Kiera finally starts to awaken, her eyes fluttering open as she gazes dazedly at the forest canopy.
"Whaa… Where am I…"
"Good morning sleeping beauty, I carried you away from where everyone fought and brought you to my camp. How are your wounds?"
"My wounds? They're… fine, I *ow* think… But Del, I had this horrible nightmare… There was this giant bird monster right above my face, just staring at me… I thought I was gonna be eaten!"
"Oh… you mean this old bird-monster?" I say with a grin, point at Chiia. She picks up her head and gives me a deathglare, probably for the little "old" bit I slipped in there.
"HWAAAAUUU!!!!"
It takes Kiera no time at all to lose her dignified demeanor and cling onto my arm, hiding behind my back and trying to make sure I stay between her and the fearsome predator.
Yes, the very same fearsome predator that just came up and rubbed her head on my chest while going "kukuu~~~~".
"Haha, Kiera, that's Chiia, my familiar. Sorry for her scaring you like that, she's too curious for her own good."
…
It's night now, and the two of us are sitting in the light of the campfire, serenaded by crickets and the gentle snoring of a certain rainbow-colored chicken. 
Kiera stayed a bit skittish around Chiia for a while, but that all changed when she shrunk to shoulder-size before bed. At that point, it was Chiia who was frightened by Kiera's attempted murder, er, attempted hugging to the point of suffocation.
Once she calmed down, we got to talking about ourselves. Of course, that was off to a rocky start with the day's events, but she started to open up after regaling her with some of Carlton boy's more innocent exploits. Granted, that came at the price of me only reinforcing the "prodigal son" image I so proudly proclaimed earlier, but on the other hand, it's quite a good disguise. Unless you're a thief, there's no need to pay attention to someone with loads of money and the defining personality traits of hedonistic, unambitious, and being completely useless.
After finally evoking a laugh from her tender lips, a strangely serious look comes over her face, and she hesitates a moment before opening her mouth.
"Del… Why did you save me, really?"
"Heh, isn't it obvious? I'm a prodigal son, and you're an attractive woman. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Don't give me that!!!" she shouts, tears suddenly in her eyes, "How can some little wastrel be so powerful, and me, who's trained under the church for a decade, am so weak?!?! I couldn't even save one of them! Not even one! And somehow you're strong enough to just race over and jump in, sweeping it all away!"
It's at that moment that the memories of the bandit I assimilated back in the ruin floods into my mind. He was just one soldier on break, against a hoard of bandits, and he couldn't even protect his own wife and daughter. Two broken bodies tossed away like used trash, a burning shack, and fire… The flames burnt away all the good in his life.
Emotions course through my body, and I can't help but clench my fists, much less the tear on my cheek. Even though they're not my own emotions, just human feelings, why…
I see now. This is what it means to be weak. This is how she's feeling.
"Kiera… Even a prodigal son has things he wants to protect. Had, at least. So I became strong, and I'll become stronger still, because I never want the people I care about to be hurt again."
She seems shocked by my sudden outburst, but the words pour out, like the memories I've stolen away have a will of their own.
"Look, I know how you're feeling. Scared. Powerless. But most of all, angry, because it feels like that's the only way you can move forward. Why did the world make you meet that Demon? Why weren't you strong enough? Why does someone like me wield power I don't deserve? And that anger gives you the strength to keep going."
"Kiera, I won't tell you to let go of your anger. That'd only leave you empty. But as I see it, you have two choices-- anyone in your position does. You can use that anger to give yourself a push, force you to grow stronger and become the person you know you are. The other option… is to break. To become the very thing that made you angry in the first place, and absolve yourself of it. Everyone wants that first choice, but most fall into the second one without even realizing that they've changed."
 "I knew a man like that once… He was a soldier, returning from war, only to lose his wife and daughter to bandits in the worst way. He couldn't save them, and it haunted him to his death. To escape the nightmare, he became a bandit himself, performed the same acts countless times, all to replace the two figures haunting him in that burning house with someone, anyone but his wife and daughter."
With that, the memories are assuaged, but I can't end it like that. I've meddled in her life at whim enough, and maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the only one to learn from what I've said.
"So, Kiera… Travel with me for a while. I can't promise it'll be glorious, I can't promise it'll be safe, but I'm absolutely certain it'll be interesting. We'll keep each other on that first choice, help each other grow, and we'll absolutely become better people by the time we're done."
Maybe she wasn't listening to all that I said, maybe had already given up inside, but the moment I stopped speaking she buried her head in my chest, sobbing. Crying, wailing, all manners of sorrow for almost an hour, and as she finally wiped her tears, she looked up to meet my eyes.
"Del… Promise?"
She looked at me expectantly, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight as she held out her left hand, pointing her ring finger towards me. I'm confused for a moment, sifting through the memories until…
"Kiera… Shouldn't a pinky promise be with the last finge-"
"This is a custom where I come from, for serious promises, okay??"
Even though she normally looks older than me, I can't help but see her as a pouting child at this moment. With a smile on my face I indulge her, straining my finger out to curl around hers as they shake.
…
She calmed down after that, and as we watched the fire die down together, we both retired to the tent. I didn't need sleep in the traditional sense, but it seemed to evade her, and after lying awake for a while, her hand crept the distance between our sleeping rolls.
I rolled to the side, my eyes meeting hers for a moment before I broke out in a smile, sliding my hand next to hers. She hesitated and blushed before clasping my hand, and minutes later, gentle snores racked the tent.

Note: I've just started a new (very demanding) job, so I've had to put my writing on hold until I get my life in order. Be it weeks or months, look forward to the continuation of Nemeya's antics, Kiera's derpy-ness, and Del's terminal case of badassery. Sorry for the delay!

Del is an artificial life-form created on the eve of thermonuclear war, a biological superweapon designed to annihilate- and recreate- all human life. However, before Del and its “siblings" could be unleashed, their creator is mysteriously killed, putting them in hibernation for over a millennia. One day, a young woman flees into ancient ruins to escape a bandit, breaking a strange crystalline sphere and releasing Del into this new world. With the power to absorb, manipulate, and imitate all biological life, Del must survive in a world where magic and demons are very real, where the power of an individual can surpass entire countries. Given no directive but knowing its original purpose, Del decides to evaluate if humanity truly is what its creator saw it for. Thus, in the pursuit of becoming “human”, it fuses the personalities and memories of fallen humans into its own mind, trying to understand the actions and reasons of tyrants and saints alike. Before it knows it, Del has been established as a “he”, led around by his companions as they explore and influence society in a time of great upheaval. Throughout this journey, Del learns to experience the ups and downs of life; he falls in love (more than once, to the chagrin of his first wife), kills to protect, laughs and cries with his companions, indulges in debauchery, and even struggles to raise his own children. By now, Del’s already forget his original purpose, but all that changes when the Church brands him a heretical existence for the crime of being created by a mortal. To protect all those he cares about, and to end the age-old race wars kindled by the Gods, how far is he willing to go? But the Gods have a secret of their own: we aren't alone in this universe.

New chapter every day or two, depending on popularity!

Authors Note:
If you asked me what genre this story predominantly is, I'd answer “adventurer’s romantic-comedy” without another thought. There are tense, dark moments to be sure, and terrible things to happen, but the silly and shenanigans are never far behind. I’m hoping to write a book that keeps you glued to it, but not so much that you forget to laugh.

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex scenes and explores very real issues such as tyranny, racism, rape, torture, and genocide.

Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Echhi, Fantasy, Harem, Horror, Psychological, Romance

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