Humanity has reached its peak, they have discovered their purpose in the universe.
They are not judges of right or wrong
They are not heroes or villains

They are the all seeing race, capable in recording the  events  and life of the universe.
Individual they can seek what they desire. Money, fame even peace.

Together they are untied and betrayal is a myth.

However each individual must go on a journey through the cosmos to discover their own meaning, their dreams, and analyse the bubble they live in.

This is the ultimate goal of humanity

Launch the battle in winter?
It's New Year soon, have you looked at the calendar?
New Year, do you understand what that means?
What happened to the seven day New Year holiday that had been agreed upon?
Was it eaten by a dog?
Launching the battle in winter meant that, even if they were to conduct blitzkrieg warfare and advance smoothly, destroying their enemies as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, they still couldn't conquer the county in less than two or three months.
This meant that they would have to continue the war until spring!
If they were lucky, they would be spending the new year in the army tents. If they were unlucky, they would be at war, putting their lives on the line while others celebrated the new year.
While other people had their New Year's Eve reunion dinners, they would be beheading people and caressing the dead.
Feng Zhen thought about what had happened after they'd conquered Chengde County and felt his chest hurting. He rolled his eyes back and gave a short and exaggerated "ah," then slumped on the mat. Because he was born frail and then further sought trouble by consuming the Five Minerals Powder, Feng Zhen always looked pale.
At the moment, as he acted ill, it seemed as if his illness had acted up as a result of him being too angry.
However, he could trick others, but not Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji acted as if she did not understand the situation and straightforwardly asked him, "Have you been having 'fun' the past few days to the extent that your kidneys are suffering from a deficiency of yang qi? [1]"
If he couldn't even sit in his seat, surely it was because of a painful waist and a kidney that lacked yang qi?
Feng Zhen almost choked. Resigned to his fate, he could only plaster on an expression that made it seem as if he would prefer death over life and push himself up, his wide eyes glaring at Jiang Pengji like those of a dead fish.
Ever since he'd arrived at this lair of darkness where various demons congregate, he hadn't even consumed the Five Minerals Powder. He'd also stopped drinking and given up his habit of going out to find ladies of the night.
Boohoo, despite this, his lord still accused him of having a kidney that lacked yang qi. Feng Zhen felt so wronged.
He said, "My lord, wouldn't it be inappropriate to launch a battle in the dead of winter, so near the new year? Firstly, the soldiers are supposed to be reunited with their families since it's near the new year. It would be rather cruel to separate them now. Secondly, the world is covered in snow and ice at the moment. The heavy snow has blocked off the mountain and it is difficult for the troops to travel. The soldiers and horses will tire easily, so it isn't a suitable time to launch a battle."
At the moment, they were in an agricultural society, and suitable timing for war was closely linked with agriculture and land.
Spring plowing must be done in spring. If it was affected due to war, there would be no harvest for the year. What would the people eat the next year, thin air?
Some crops must be planted in summer. The rice plants would not be mature, and the weather would be terribly hot. It wouldn't be a good season for war either.
Winter would be too cold, especially in the north, where the world would be engulfed in snow and ice, making the conditions very harsh.
One was asking for trouble if they went to war in winter, be it on the offensive or defensive side.
Having considered all the possibilities, the most suitable time to launch a battle would either be after the spring plowing and before the planting of crops in summer or after the autumn harvest and before the dead of winter.
The weather would be just nice, not too cold and not too hot. At either of those times, it would be a suitable time to stir up trouble.
But at the moment?
It would be the new year soon, how could the weather outside be suitable for war?
Feng Zhen's words were not baseless, but the situation at the moment was unusual. They had no choice but to launch a battle.
Feng Jin automatically ignored Feng Zhen who was "acting up." His first impression of the prodigal had been very bad, but after getting to know him better, he felt that Feng Zhen wasn't so annoying after all. This was especially true when Feng Zhen went through the similar pains of working overtime and looked half-dead, making Feng Jin feel unusually at ease.
He put his hands together in a salute and bowed, then took a step forward and answered, "In my opinion, Zixiao's suggestion is a good strategy. My lord, you have ruled well. The people have enjoyed a decent harvest this autumn, and the grain depot of the government has already been filled up. We have sufficient food resources for the army. Although it is winter at the moment, the troops have not been slacking in their training and can be considered elite. If we launch a battle now, we will not suffer many losses. Furthermore, wool shirts are widespread, and every soldier has at least two sets to wear interchangeably, in addition to the leather clothing and armor that you have distributed to the troops. Even in such weather, the advancement of the army won't be inhibited. In my humble opinion, the plan can work!"
The conditions faced while fighting a war in the dead of winter would indeed be harsh, but everything had its pros and cons.
Their soldiers would face hardships attacking in winter, but would it be easy for the Red Lotus Group to defend their city?
If the wind and snow were considered, Jiang Pengji's army would be weakened by 10%, while the Red Lotus Group would be weakened by 50%!
How come?
Here's the analysis.
Jiang Pengji had plenty of prisoners of war. After sorting, most of them had been sent to Xiangyang County to mine iron.
She'd hired craftsmen that specialized in molding metal and creating armor. Using the specifications of the armor available as a reference, she'd designed a set of military equipment.
While also guaranteeing the safety and defensive capabilities, the weight of the new design had been minimized to the greatest extent possible so that more material could be saved to produce even more armor and weapons.
Not counting the almost 10,000 soldiers who were newly recruited from Shangyang County, the 20,000 soldiers who had been with her initially had all donned armor with strong defensive capabilities. The weapons they used were of a standard variety. They could now be considered elites. On the contrary, most of the members of the Red Lotus Group wore tattered shirts with zero defensive capabilities. They had various "weapons" such as batons, kitchen knives, axes, carrying poles, and hatchets... Some were even holding rocks. Even more were empty-handed.
Regarding the number of men, the Red Lotus Group had 100,000 people. That number of soldiers was terrifying indeed.
Regarding combat effectiveness, however, judging from the poor quality of the members, each of the elite soldiers under Jiang Pengji could take down at least 10 members of the Red Lotus Group.
While both sides would be fighting in winter, Jiang Pengji's side would have an absolute advantage. Moreover, she still had An Cui, who would be coordinating their actions from within.
For the sake of the promised seven-day holiday, Feng Zhen still refused to give up. "But..."
Wei Ci added, "Our lord specifically chooses periods in the dead of winter and in the heat of summer to train the troops. It is indeed difficult to launch a battle in winter, but it isn't as if the soldiers can't fight in winter."
Feng Zhen was totally devastated.
Feng Jin continued, "If we can conquer Chengde County before spring, we can make it for the spring plowing."
The spring plowing going smoothly meant that there would be the possibility of a good harvest that year.
The grains from the entirety of Wanzhou would be enough to support them in any battle.
With a smile, Wei Ci said, "If we can conquer the whole of Wanzhou before going to Chenzhou to protect the king, maybe you would be given the title of the governor of Wanzhou, my lord."
In terms of military strength, Jiang Pengji could rank among the top three warlords who had been summoned to protect the king.
The emperor of Dongqing must surely give them some reward in exchange for their help.
Jiang Pengji would already be the de facto governor of Wanzhou. If the emperor gave her some benefits, he would most likely bestow the title upon her, so that her position would be justified by title.
She would be the only governor of the state who was younger than 20.
One probably couldn't find another governor of the state that was so young in Xia, the previous dynasty, let alone in Dongqing.
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile.
If things were to proceed according to plan, that scenario would very good for them.
Chongzhou and Wanzhou shared common borders, and they had occupied Hu County as well. This meant that Jiang Pengji would occupy one-third of Dongqing's territory after Liu She stepped down. The biggest threat was that the northern kingdom had been greatly damaged because of the horse plague and couldn't advance southwards. No one could stop Jiang Pengji from expanding her territory.
Feng Zhen lifted a hand and slapped it against his forehead, murmuring, "I am still thinking of the seven-day holiday for New Year."
Wei Ci said in a low voice, "We can take a rest after we're done with everything."
Feng Zhen snorted coldly. "If I believe you again, I will allow everyone to read the two words 'Feng Zhen' backward."
The conversation between the two did not escape Jiang Pengji's ears. She cruelly added insult to Feng Zhen's injury.
She said, "Zishi, you live alone with no wife or concubine. Regardless of whether New Year's Day is a holiday, you will be by yourself, no?"
Feng Zhen couldn't say anything.
You are too mean, my lord!
Even though he was single, that should not be an excuse for his lord to take away his holiday.
Jiang Pengji cruelly exposed the truth and shoved the brutal facts in front of Feng Zhen.
She said, "Furthermore, all the brothels and clubhouses will be closed during the seven-day New Year holiday, where could you go to have fun? You will be alone at home anyway, surely it would be boring. If you are busy with government affairs, at least there will be a cook here to cater to you, three meals a day. Go home? Are you planning to starve to death at home?"
Feng Zhen was silent.
Regardless of how desperate Feng Zhen was, it had already been decided that they would launch the battle in winter.
Just two days later, Feng Zhen banged his head against the table piled high with documents and spoke weakly.
He said, "I'd rather die high after consuming the Five Minerals Powder than die at my desk out of exhaustion..."
[1] A condition believed to be a result of having too much sex.


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

"No, that's impossible! That's impossible!" The Demon King was obviously spooked. "What's this Great Prodigal System?! How can it imprison me?! That's impossible! Its strength, how is it so powerful…"
The Demon King's voice became weaker and more faded. After a short while, he sounded no different from a normal old man. He no longer imposed the scary presence that made hearts thump.
Hong Dali heard the System's voice again. "Successful imprisonment of the other soul. The System is scanning the other Soul."
Hong Dali sighed lightly. Aiya, poor Demon King, surrender to your fate.
The System can even open an entire Enjoyment Dimension just to save me from dangers. You little Chosen One from the Demon dimension think that you can go up against my Great Prodigal System? Tragic, right? Sad, right?
Soon, the System finished its scans. "Analysis of the Chosen One from the Demon dimension completed. Demon King Polygal, Astral-level warrior, one of the top ten warriors from the Demon dimension Shuraba. Original body attributes: Strength 520,000, Agility 500,000, Reflexes 520,000. Special Skills: Demon Weaponry, Self Regeneration, Ruler of the Demon Race, Living Corpse Reincarnation. The Chosen One's Sign: Energy Devourer."
Oh damn. This Demon King Polygal was so powerful? Now he's imprisoned by the System, so he has become my servant grandpa?
"How is that possible… how can the Chosen One have such a powerful system…" Demon King Polygal was deeply hurt. He could not comprehend how Hong Dali's Great Prodigal System was so powerful. "My Chosen One's Sign can devour all energy. I could've become more powerful by consuming your Chosen One's Sign. In the end, I got imprisoned just like that…"
Hm, to be honest, Polygal was extremely powerful as the Demon King and one of the top warriors of the Demon dimension.
He originally planned on entering Hong Dali's body and devouring his Chosen One's Sign. Then, he could choose whether to reincarnate in Hong Dali's body or find the chance to attack an even stronger Chosen One.
However, he did not expect to be imprisoned completely by this random Great Prodigal System. How could he proceed from that?
"You lied to me, evil human!" Demon King Polygal was deeply hurt. "No wonder you were so relaxed. You're not just the Chosen One, you're God's Chosen One! How can your Great Prodigal System be so powerful? Only God's Chosen One's Sign can do that!"
Eh? What Chosen One, God's Chosen One? Am I not just the Chosen One, but an even more powerful God's Chosen One?
"Erm, Big Bro Demon King." Hong Dali asked curiously. "Look at it like this. You're basically my servant grandpa now, right? And, you're imprisoned here. Why don't you tell me about this God's Chosen One? If we get along well, I can even help you ask for a favor and let you back out…"
This was exactly what the Demon King was hoping for. Hence, he was instantly attracted by Hong Dali's offer. The information was not valuable to him anyways. "The Chosen One's Sign is created by the Dimension Master. They are created to maintain the balance of this Dimension. As for God's Chosen One, that's the top form of existence in this entire universe, created by the Universe Master. God's Chosen One does not only ensure balance in the dimension but rather all the parallel universes. Every single God's Chosen One will have his own unique personality. However, I've never actually met one. For example, if all the dimensions are viewed as different religions, then the Dimension Masters are basically religious leaders. The Chosen Ones are the ambassadors who patrol and supervise the different departments. The Universe Master is the strongest Pope who overlooks all the different religions. And God's Chosen One is the representative who ensures the balance between the different religions."
Oh damn. So my honor in the universe is expanding limitlessly like a bed sheet that a child has peed on!
Did I become the representative of God just like that? I knew it. The Great Prodigal System sounds so cool. How can it just be for a normal Chosen One? God's Chosen One, that's more like it. Wahahahaha!
Hong Dali felt good after kidnapping a servant grandpa.
Hence, Hong Dali asked in a good mood, "Not bad, that's a pretty comprehensive explanation. How about this, right, when will my friends and classmates wake up?"
"Another two hours." Demon King Polygal was glad and mumbled to himself. "Luckily I didn't have enough power to kill all of them just now. Otherwise, I'd be screwed now…"
Hm, he did plan on killing everyone here. However, he was not powerful enough just now. That inadvertently saved his life. Otherwise, he would meet his tragic end now.
"Alright, you still have a conscience at least." Hong Dali consoled him. "Do your job well. If I'm satisfied, I'll find some way to help you get out. Speaking of which, having a Demon King as my lackey is pretty nice…"
Hm, only Hong Dali could make a top warrior of the Demon dimension serve as his lackey…
However, the circumstances determined the conditions. The Demon King had tears all over his face—since when had he been treated like this after becoming the Chosen One? Yet, there was nothing he could do about it. Hong Dali was too strong for him…
"Actually, I pity you a bit." Hong Dali found a place to sit down and talked to the Demon King. "Why didn't you just stay in your own dimension and enjoy your life there? You just had to come here and seek conflict. In the end, not only did you die together with the Fire Dragon King Arebusta, even your soul was kidnapped by me—why did you come over to fight us? Isn't peace a better option?"
This question always troubled Hong Dali.
It would have been a good life for everyone if nobody started wars. In the end, they had to create this whole Dimensional War. Why suffer for no reason?
"Dimensional War. Haha, you think that we wanted to come?" Demon King Polygal shook his head and smiled wryly. "To put it simply, the Dimensional War can be described in one sentence. The gods fight, and the mortals suffer."
Eh? The gods fight and the morals suffer? What does that mean?
"What does that mean?" Hong Dali stared with his eyes wide open. "Tell me about it. How do the gods fight and why do the mortals suffer?"
"There are countless dimensions in this universe. There's a Dimension Master in each dimension. You know all about that already," the Demon King said slowly. "These Dimension Masters spend most of their time training. Think about it. They have extremely long lives, and their powers have nearly peaked. Why do they still train so hard?"
That was a good question.
When this person was already powerful enough to stand at the apex of a dimension, why did he still train so hard? To leave all the other work to the Chosen Ones? To groom his successor? That was probably only a small part of the reason. The main reason…
As expected, the Demon King soon continued. "Fights occur between the Dimension Masters. Their training years are long and boring. Every time that a giant black hole explodes, they'll get a chance to meet.
"However, as the Dimension Masters have peaked in their strength, their fights will easily result in dimensional collapses. Those events can destroy entire dimensions completely. Hence, they can't actually fight amongst themselves. They can only restrain each other.
"At that juncture, since the meetings become too boring, they will order their Chosen Ones to lead teams and head to other dimensions for battles. They will only be responsible for watching and negotiating terms during the fights. As for us low-level characters, haha, you know how it ends."
Hong Dali finally understood.
Indeed, the gods fought, and the mortals suffered.
When the Dimension Masters got bored, they would wager on the battles between their subordinates. They would only be responsible for watching and signing terms after the wars…
Those were like wars between countries on Earth. The leaders would be responsible for the orders, and the soldiers would be sacrificing their lives. The victors would receive huge benefits, while the losers would have to sign a whole bunch of unfair treaties…
"And so you came over unluckily like that?" Hong Dali asked.
"What other options did I have?" The Demon King explained his lack of choice. "You're God's Chosen One. You should know that the signs chase after you. If you dare to defy the orders, you'll die directly. If you come and fight hard, you might still get to live. How would you choose?"
So that's the case.
Hm, seems like my Great Prodigal System is pretty decent. To prevent this kind of thing from happening, it just created a whole Enjoyment Dimension for me…
That means that the Chosen Ones can fight however they want. I don't have to care about that, I can head straight to Earth and have some fun…
"Sigh, God's Chosen Ones like you won't understand the struggles of the Chosen Ones," the Demon King said enviously. "A God's Chosen One only appears once every 10,000 years. They all carry insane good luck with them and will always receive extra attention and protection. We Chosen Ones are different. We have the most tragic fates. We have to fight everywhere we go. Every day is a life and death situation for us."
Eh, why does he make it seem like the Chosen Ones are the actual protagonists, and the God's Chosen Ones are the Game Masters? The roles are quite similar, right?
Think about it. The protagonists in novels are always mocked no matter where they go. From the policymakers and the top warriors, to the small gang members and even street vendors, nobody ever likes them.
But God's Chosen Ones are different. They're the bosses no matter where they go. They have countless lackeys always available to service them.
Hong Dali was truly amused this time.
People could not experience happiness without comparison. When he compared himself to others, he felt a strong sense of privilege!
Just look at this Demon King. Even though he lived a cool life as the top warrior of the Demon dimension, he had to endure so much hardship just to survive. He might have thought that he could relax after becoming the Demon King, yet the Dimensional War was still an issue. He had to risk his life and sacrifice in mutual destruction against the Fire Dragon King Arebusta. After all that, he was still suppressed here for 10,000 years…
Compared to that, my Great Prodigal System is really the best!


"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!"


"Stay here, this is the only thing I can do, and let you go after this incident passes." The man sighed and said, "Finally ask, did you really get any news?"

　　Hai Tianqing stared directly into the eyes of the man in black, sincere and serious: "We are ordinary students who come to participate in the snowfield experience, and have nothing to do with this incident."

　　The tall man was fiercely popular, or he had enough trust in Hai Tianqing, turned around and walked, without dragging his feet.

　　He turned and looked at the woman, and said, "Erwin, go."

　　The tall woman, known as the "two-tailed", looked around, her cold eyes glanced around the children, and then she turned away, fluttering away from the prison with her big tail swinging.

　　"Mr Hai?" With the resounding of the iron gate, Li Weiyi could not help but ask, "Do you know each other?"

　　To the sadness of a few children, Hai Tianqing did not answer this question.

　　There was silence in the dim cell.

　　"Tell us what the white flares mean." Han Jiangxue, who had been silent, finally spoke.

　　This question seems to ask the point.

　　Hai Tianqing said nothing, but Jiang Xiao's cell had already heard a voice: "It is clear that non-Chinese forces invaded the snowy field."

　　The members were stunned, but Hai Tianqing was shocked because Jiang Xiao's answer was correct.

　　How did this child know?

　　"Little skin?" Xia Yan shouted puzzledly against the iron fence.

　　"Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to hear the word" traitor "undercover." Jiang Xiao pondered, concatenating the conversation between the man in black and Hai Tianqing just now, with a hint of information, he continued to speculate, "to make the entire snowfield Boiling, such a large-scale release of special-coloured flares must be a very critical event. "

　　"Combining the conversation just now, it is obvious that I can speculate these." Jiang Xiao frowned, thinking. "Then the so-called vigil army, its function can probably be guessed."

　　Unfortunately, Hai Tianqing's cell is next to Jiang Xiao. Otherwise, he would like to see Jiang Xiao's appearance and status at this time.

　　Haitian Qing asked with interest: "What function?"

　　"Protecting an important item," Jiang Xiao said casually. "Why did those foreign forces invade the snowy field? In order to kill the white ghost? To get the star beads? Taking such a big risk? I don't think so."

　　"If it is purely for the star skills of" Qing Mang ", it can be easily bought on the market." Jiang Xiao slowly analyzed.

　　Han Jiangxue looked at Jiang Xiao silently. She always thought that Jiang Xiao was a Pippi child.

　　A month ago, Jiang Xiao seemed to be awakened by a slap in his own hands. He was quite sensible and reliable. Although some behaviours were still very irritating, at least the prodigal had turned back.

　　And today, at this difficult time for the crisis, she saw the other side of Jiang Xiao, a calm, wise and methodical person.

　　Leaving aside the giggles of the past, the child didn't seem to be scared in this dim dungeon.

　　Hai Tianqing was a wonderful person, and when she became interested, she asked, "Why no longer analyze?"

　　Jiang Xiao pursed his lips and said, "Analyze again? It's beyond the scope of analysis. Han Jiangxue taught me math in high school. My logical thinking and reasoning skills are not enough. Just tell me."

　　Lee only: "..."

　　Han Jiangxue: "..."

　　Xiao Yan: "..."

　　Jiang Xiao asked, "What exactly is the hostile force looking for?"

　　Hai Tianqing was unmoved and said, "No, Jiang Xiaomi, if you don't analyze, no one will tell you."

　　Jiang Xiao frowned and racked his brains ...

　　"This is also one of the goals of our snowfield experience, isn't it?" Hai Tianqing's voice came over. "Calmness and calmness, you show the qualities of an excellent awakener. Xiaomi, you are very smart, if you want If you think about it and want to exercise further, it is good news for yourself and your team. Don't be afraid to make mistakes and keep thinking. "

　　Han Jiangxue looked at Jiang Xiao silently, with a hint of encouragement in his eyes.

　　Such a scene reminded her a lot, long before the beginning of school when she first discovered that Jiang Xiao had absorbed the "blessing" star skills, she made strict requirements on Jiang Xiao.

　　And when she turned around and walked out of the kitchen, in this short time, Jiang Xiao directly transformed the human figure with the bait star technique, blocked the doorway, and took out the whole journey of Han Jiangxue by the way.

　　He had shown such potential, but at the time, Han Jiangxue was shocked by Jiang Xiao's "one-star dual technique" and surprised by the bait star technique, so he ignored a lot of things.

　　Now think about it, Jiang Xiao's analysis at that time was simply incredible.

　　Han Jiangxue secretly thought: Isn't life too ordinary on weekdays?

　　Although he trains hard and earnestly, more is hehehe. Only in such a critical moment, can he realize his potential and can he take the world seriously?

　　Thinking of this, Han Jiangxue asked, "Xiao Pi, tell me, what are they looking for?"

　　"This ..." Jiang Xiao saw Han Jiangxue's eyes secretly distressed, thinking, "We can change the angle, what these people are looking for is likely to be something guarded by the vigil."

　　Hai Tianqing's eyes lit up and he said, "Continue."

　　Jiang Xiao said casually: "Of the information that can only be given on the Internet, the more useful one is that the vigil army is active in every different dimension."

　　Li Weiyi: "What's wrong with this message?"

　　Jiang Xiao replied: "This shows the commonality of the different-dimensional space. Each different-dimensional space has a treasure. It cannot be taken away. Once it is taken away, this different-dimensional space may be destroyed. Guard the treasures in every dimension. "

　　Jiang Xiao sighed and said, "I originally thought that the space of different dimensions was always open, closed, and irregular at all times. This was not the case. Well, yes, if there is such great uncertainty, the country is impossible. The development and opening of this "snowfield" make it impossible to station troops that have spent a lot of effort into training. "

　　"Once it is taken away, the space of different dimensions will be destroyed? Where does this come from? What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiao Yan felt as if she was listening to Tian Fang Ye Tan. 

　　"Why do you say that?" Hai Tianqing was also curious.

　　"Because Teacher Hai just told me that my parents might have destroyed a different dimension space, so they left me a silver-quality white ghost star bead." Jiang Xiaosi said, "Baby in each different dimension space, Is it the king of each different dimension space? There is a white ghost in the silver field in the snowfield? Once the king disappears, the different dimension space will collapse? "

　　Hai Tianqing nodded secretly in his heart. He did say this just now. Because the words he said had an exaggerated component in it, the conclusion of this child's analysis was not accurate, but the direction of his analysis was correct.

　　Xiao Yan asked stupidly: "The vigil army is guarding the king in every different dimension?"

　　Jiang Xiao thought and thought, and said, "Well ... Mr Hai said 'may', and he said that my parents 'may' destroyed a different dimension space, and left the silver-white ghost star beads."

　　"Perhaps the king of alien monsters is not important. The important thing may be the treasure guarded by the king. It may be some props. It may be a special place."

　　"What can we do to cause a different dimension to collapse? Or, how can we cut off the connection between a different dimension and the earth?" Jiang Xiao looked at Han Jiangxue in the distance. Maybe this is the case. "

　　Haitian Qing's complexion was stunned, this kid ... a little bit interesting ...

　　Han Jiangxue stared directly at Jiang Xiao, saying: "Sometimes I will play with Xia Yan and exercise my reasoning and analysis skills, which will help our team a lot."

　　Jiang Xiao slipped his lips,

　　Tired of using my brain,

　　I just want to be a happy big tit...

This is a parallel world full of star power, star charts, star skills, star pets, and the awakened are all the rage. 

Jiang Xiao, who came through the soul, contained a peculiar star map inside of him, becoming a rare awakening.

He wanted to be happy big tits but was crowned as poisoned milk name by everyone.

The story of all this 
starts the week before high school enrollment.





###This novel is not my original novel it is translated novel. All rights belong to the original author####

"Brother, are you here yet?"
"Soon, soon."
A small spaceship was parked on the brown desolate land. Summer Night Flower and the others were waiting beside the spaceship.
Very soon, another spaceship landed beside them. The people in it got out of the spaceship, looked around, and greeted Summer Night Flower.
"Where's the stuff?" Summer Night Flower approached.
"Where's the money?" the person helping to do the purchases replied.
"Didn't I make the transfer long ago?" Summer Night Flower said with resignation.
"Ha, I just wanted to paint the atmosphere of an illegal trade. Didn't it feel very dramatic?"
The person chuckled. Seeing that Summer Night Flower was expressionless, he could only wipe the smile off his face awkwardly and take him into the cabin to see the stuff.
"There, this is all the stuff you wanted. Count it. Don't say I scammed you."
Summer Night Flower scanned through and calculated in his mind that the quantity was all correct. Only then did he say, "No need to, I trust you."
This time, the person helping to make the purchase rubbed his hands with a slightly embarrassed expression and said, "You know, we've known each other for many years. We're quite close, right?"
Summer Night Flower was a little confused. "What are you saying?"
"I'm asking you, are we good friends that play together?"
"Why?"
"Since we're friends, can you sacrifice yourself and let me kill you a few times to earn some bounties?" the person asked cautiously. "After all, you can't accept the Bounty Missions from the army. Instead of letting others kill you, I can split thirty percent of the bounty with you."
"Piss off." Summer Night Flower was speechless. Thirty percent? How is that little bounty reward going to make up for the experience I lose from dying?
"Stop talking nonsense. You've brought the stuff, so I'm taking it away," Summer Night Flower said as he was about to pick up the equipment.
This time, the person suddenly pressed on his hand and chuckled, "No, I think it's better for me to keep it for you temporarily."
"What do you mean? Are you trying to con me?" Summer Night Flower was furious. His friends around him all came closer with hostile looks on their faces, implying they would not hesitate to kill for the equipment.
The person helping to buy the equipment did not panic at all. He slowly said, "This is for your own good. You might be robbed very soon if you're carrying new equipment."
Summer Night Flower suddenly had a bad feeling.
At this time, the sound of spaceships landing came from outside. Small spaceships landed on the ground one after another, and a huge group of players rushed out.
The expression of Summer Night Flower and the rest changed drastically. He knew that these people were there for the bounty. He turned to look at the person who had helped to purchase the equipment in disbelief. "You betrayed me‽"
"Look at it yourself." The person curled his lips and took out the communicator. On it was the location of the person wanted by the army, which was the location of Summer Night Flower and the rest of the people. Their coordinates were constantly monitored. This trade was not a secret to the other players at all.
"Why didn't I know about this‽" Summer Night Flower was stunned. Then he realized with resignation that his army program had automatically been uninstalled.
The Phillip sub-program of these players became a background monitoring device that sent their coordinates to the nearby Black Star Army members at all times. It was like a constant reminder to the army members nearby. Summer Night Flower and the others were as conspicuous as sheep passing through a pack of wolves, except they did not know it at all.
Only the players nearby would receive the coordinates. Summer Night Flower and the rest had only gone to Stronghold W-58 not long ago, so only the players in Perimeter 027 received the coordinates. They thought that this was just a mission reminder, so no one discussed it on the forums. Thus, Summer Night Flower and the rest had no idea.
Suddenly, Summer Night Flower realized something. With a face of shock, he said, "Wait a minute, you knew that our coordinates were exposed all long, yet you didn't tell me and even did not cancel the trade‽"
"Sorry, I'm the cop."
"Speak like a human being!"
The person smiled and said, "Sigh, I have to make a living, okay? Since you're already here, it's a waste not to kill you. Like I said, instead of letting others take the bounty, just let me take it. I will split thirty percent with you."
Summer Night Flower's mouth shivered. He pointed at him and could not say a word.
So, you had an ulterior motive all along!
This was a trap!
I saw you as a friend, but you wanted to deceive me?
What happened to basic trust between people‽
If the furious looks on the Klent faction players around them could turn into knives, Summer Night Flower would have been sliced into a thousand pieces.
Looking at the quickly approaching players, Summer Night Flower hastily raised his hand with a face full of grief. The person helping to do the purchase thought that he wanted to fight, so he quickly jumped back a few meters. To his surprise, Summer Night Flower stood in place and raised four fingers.
"Forty percent!"
The person's eye sparkled. He kindly reminded Summer Night Flower and said, "Remember to choose the faction revive point when reviving, or you'll get killed another time."
"Thank you so f*cking much!" Summer Night Flower clenched his teeth so hard it sounded like pieces of metal rubbing against each other.
Woosh!
With a familiar flash of white light, Summer Night Flower returned to Stronghold W-58. His face was filled with grief, but he had no tears to cry.
This is so tiring. I shouldn't have come to Klent…
The moment Summer Night Flower thought that, he quickly eliminated it. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and convinced himself to believe in his analysis.
Although the path ahead would be twisted, he still believed that the future of the Klent faction was brighter.
"I will definitely be able to earn back the damages suffered now." Summer Night Flower encouraged himself then left the revive point. He was not planning to become the target of the rage of the rest of the Klent players.
This time, a message appeared on the interface. It was his friend that helped to make the purchase.
"I'll hold onto your stuff for now. Let's find another time to meet again."
Summer Night Flower was filled with rage.
You want to scam me another time‽
"Piss of! Refund!"
…
Han Xiao saw this small incident on the forums. A player made a post to show off that he got the first kill of the traitor. He felt this was something worth praising, so he sent extra experience and Enas through the faction interface.
The analysis post of Summer Night Flower became popular again. Many were mocking him and laughing at it. Summer Night Flower said that him getting killed was nothing; it was just a usual faction conflict, and the storyline in the future would prove that he was right. He was clearly very stubborn.
After killing some time, a day later, Rexson gathered the troops and attacked Stronghold W-58.
With Han Xiao's current experience, he had seen many small galactic skirmishes fought around a single stronghold. He did not even need to observe the battlefield to know what would happen.
The fleets fought intensely. Han Xiao was observing from the flagship and did not participate, nor did he let Hila and Feidin participate. Seeing that there were countless deaths on both sides, only then did he turn to look at Hila.
"Try the effect of absorbing souls of the dead on the battlefield."
Hila nodded. A tint of red light flashed across her eyes. Then, black red energy covered her entire body. It was like she suddenly grew more than twenty centimeters taller and gave off a vibe of an ancient God—merciless, enormous, and solemn.
In the wide galactic battlefield, gray fog appeared in the countless spaceship wreckages floating in space. They formed countless gray snakes and gathered into Hila's hand through thousands of miles.
The remaining energy of all the warriors that died on the battlefield was absorbed by her.
Hila exhaled deeply, clenched her fists, and said, "Both the strength and range of my Esper ability are enhanced. That saved me at least half a year's time."
"Great, it works." Han Xiao was delighted. This was good news. The quicker Hila became stronger, the earlier she would be able to fight in his place. He would be able to let Hila help him get rid of those unimportant enemies.
He decided to call the quick growth method exclusive to Hila 'Gray Soul Absorption'. It was almost like a cheat.
At this time, a strange energy suddenly exploded in the middle of the battlefield. From the fleet of the Stronghold W-58, three Calamity Grades flew out. The interference of high-level combatants quickly toppled the balance of the battlefield and became something that Rexson's troops could not deal with. Originally, they were only slightly at a disadvantage, but they were now constantly forced to retreat.
Inside the flagship, the deputy exclaimed with shock, "Why are there three Calamity Grades? The intelligence says that there's only Manudo!"
However, not only did Rexson not panic, he even smiled instead.
"It doesn't matter if there's three of them. With Black Star here, even if it were thirty…" Rexson paused. Although he was extremely confident in Han Xiao, he still did not dare exaggerate too much. He coughed and then said, "Even if there were 13 of them, His Excellency Black Star would still kill them all."
At this time, the scenery viewing window of the flagship zoomed in and focused on Manudo.
In the window, Manudo did a provocative sign toward the flagship, and the flagship received a video message from Manudo. His pale face appeared on the screen. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he had a very twisted mocking expression on his face.
"Black Star! I know you're in there. Don't hide. I'm not afraid of you. Us three Grade A Supers are challenging you right here. Do you dare accept it? Hahaha!"
In the end, Manudo laughed stiffly as sweat rolled down his face. The skin on his face was even shivering as if he was about to cry, and he was barely keeping up the ferocious expression.
The people in the flagship command room had strange expressions on their faces.
The enemy is taunting us, but why does it feel so unconfident?
Han Xiao held his forehead. Taunting with such bad acting skills, are you serious?
Rexson turned to Han Xiao and respectfully said, "Your Excellency Black Star, we can't deal with Calamity Grades. Please help."
In his eyes, if Han Xiao attacked, killing three normal Calamity Grade Supers would be a piece of cake.
However, Han Xiao shook his head and patted Hila's thin waist. "These three people are yours."
Despite having to face three opponents of the same grade, Hila did not look troubled at all. She turned and prepared to strike immediately. She was someone not afraid of obstacles and was happy to conquer them. Since Han Xiao could fight multiple opponents of the same grade, Hila took this as her target as well. She had very high requirements for herself.
Furthermore, she also wanted to fight strong enemies and test her limits so that she could gain a clearer idea of where she stood in the Calamity Grade.
Manudo and the other two attacked the battleships while waiting for Han Xiao to appear. To Manudo, every second was torture. It was as if he had stepped into the execution ground and was waiting for the blade to land on his head. If not for Jorde's orders, he would have run away immediately.
Jorde was also observing the battlefield remotely, waiting for Han Xiao to appear.
This time, a dark red meteor appeared in the eyes of those people at an extremely high speed. It headed right toward the three of them. A Grade A Cannon Master beside Manudo fired from far away. High energy particle beams landed on the dark red meteor one after another, slowly reducing its speed.
However, the next moment, this dark red meteor suddenly erupted and released thousands of red energy beams that almost covered half of the entire battlefield. These energies were extremely thick, like thousands of enormous pythons. They spun their head and crashed into the Bloodshed Land fleet.
Manudo and the other two people were also hit by dozens of almost solid red energy beams. Other than having the usual heat and explosive damage, Hila's energy beams also gave the three of them psychic damages. They hastily backed away with shock.
"This energy is very strange."
"This energy beam tried to absorb my spiritual body away like tentacles with suction cups."
As the tsunami-like red energy release ended, Hila appeared. The black-red armor on her body was focused on mobility and enhancing energy release. She did not wear a helmet, but her head was covered by a half-transparent energy layer, providing life functions and a wide vision.
Manudo was shocked. He had expected Black Star to attack, but who was this woman?
"Is there such a person in the Black Star Army?"
"It doesn't show on the intelligence. Could she be a new officer?"
"She's very strong. I feel a sense of threat from her."
The three of them spoke in their communication channel. They all felt the pressure.
Jorde, who was remotely spectating, was also confused. He carefully sized Hila up and was sure that he had never seen this person before, yet Black Star had sent her to fight three Calamity Grades alone. Was this because he believed in her strength?
"The Black Star Army sure has a lot of talents."
Jorde clenched his teeth. Seeing that Black Star was not going to fight, he had no choice but to tell Manudo and the others to fight with Hila and see how strong Hila was.
At the same time, the others on the battlefield also noticed the confrontation between the high-level combatants.
The Black Star Army players saw Hila's look and were shocked.
"Aye, this beauty looks kind of familiar."
"I remember, isn't this Hila who appeared in both 1.0 and 2.0?"
"That's right. It's her. I thought she'd died by Version 3.0, but it turns out she's still alive and much stronger."
"She appeared in the mid to later stages in Version 2.0. When did she join our army?"
"If I remember correctly, when Black Star went deep into the Germinal Organization's base in Version 1.0, it was to rescue her. Could she be the captain's old lover?"
"Oh…"
Many players let out meaningful grunts before quietly activating the video recording function.


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

I was awoken by the honking of cars. Sitting up right, the light turned green and we slowly, but surly moved in traffic. "Good Evening Bud!" Colin said with a wide smile. "What did I miss?" I asked him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The had started to set apon the high hills, and buildings. "Where in Banff do you need to go?" Collin asked, waving his hand, as if gesturing to all of the city. I chuckled and sighed. "Wake Wood Manor." I turned to see his expression. His face was blank, yet I could see the horror in his eyes. "As you wish sir." Colin said with a slight shake of his head.

Soon enough the Wake Wood Manor was standing tall above me, casting shadows apon the field. I got my stuff from the trunk of the can and walked up the long driveway. The front door swung open and my brother Xander jogged to meet me halfway. He was a well built man, tall, almost 6.1" and had brown and blond curly short hair. Not far behind him was his girlfriend, Analysis, she was skinny and pretty tall for a girl. She has blue eyes and long thin blond hair. She used to hit on my every summer I would come to the Manor.

Me and my brother hugged and Analysis shook hands, as she winked at me. I sighed and took my bags to my room. I had my room in the attic because it was a tall space with lots of natural light, and there was lots of space for all of my stuff. I sat down on my large bed, and grabbed the photo of my parents off my head side table. Placing it back down, I walked to open up my floor to ceiling, skidding door that led to a small balcony. Breathing the Banff air, there was movement among the trees. Looking closer, I could see what the outline of a large human, or bear could be. I think it noticed, because before I could get a good look at it, they safely when the back into the cover of the trees.

I layed on my bed and sighed thinking, Home Sweet Home Ashtin...

The morning shift starts at 8. a.m. Summer got off the bus with dark sleepy eyes and order an onion bagel. 

"Morning, Summer. Have you heard that the princess of Marble caught in a car accident last night?" Her colleague Britney popped out of nowhere and dropped the newspaper in front of Summer. 

Marble is the leading retailing group with over one hundred supermarkets national wide. It is the biggest competitor of W-Mart that Summer works in. 

Stuffing the bagel emotionlessly, Summer shot a glance at the newspaper. The scene was quite familiar. 

"I know. I witnessed the crash and called the ambulance for them." Summer bumbled as her mouth was full of bagel. She flushed it down with a cup of coffee before being chocked. 

"What?" Britney looked at Summer, wide-eyed and shocked. She could not believe what she just heard from her bestie. 

To satisfy her curiosity for gossip, Summer took another sip of coffee to gather her energy and told Britney what happened last night. 
"And then?" Britney was in desperate need of more details. 

"Then what? That's all."

"You fool! They are billionaires! The New Money! You save their lives and should be rewarded a blank check for you to write down whatever number you want! With a hell lot of zeros" Britney got excited, "At least a phone number!"

"I'll definitely do that next time." Summer giggled. 

On their way to the supermarket, Summer thought a lot. She whispered to Britney when she was changing her uniform in the restroom. "Don't tell anyone about the accident. The manager would be unhappy about it. I don't want to get involved in any trouble."

Britney nodded and zipped her mouth. 

The W-Mart that Summer works in is surrounded by commercial buildings that shaped the skyline of the big city and several communities of upper classes. The geographic advantage makes it successful. Among all 84 W-Marts, it is the one with the best sales performance in the last three years. The manager of the W-Mart, however, is pretty young. His name is Vincent, 26 years old, tall and fit. He's always the first one to be here and have everything under control until midnight. The success of the W-Mart credits to his diligence, intelligence, and experience. 

8:30 a.m. Every morning, leaders of different departments would gather at Vincent's office at the exact same time, and Vincent does not like anyone being late. Among them, the leader of the marketing department, Emily, was the only one with a big smile.

"Vincent, the princess of Marble was injured badly in a car accident. It was said that Marble had planned to open a new supermarket right opposite to us. But now, their plan was likely to be put off." Emily excitedly delivered the good news to all. 

The accident was a tragedy but all of them were delighted by it. 

"I have to say she deserves it. Marble is jealous of our success and wants to steal cake from our basket. That's the end of being filthy." The leader of the outsourcing team spoke out.

Almost all other leaders agreed with him and felt happy about the accident. Vincent did not say a word but the slight smirk on his face sold him out. A successful businessman would never be kind to his competitor, and Vincent is no exception. 

Being observant, Emily noticed that micro expression and was about to continue, but she chose not to as Vincent put out the cigar. 

"I heard that there was another man in the accident, a friend of the princess and invited from Wall Street. It's said he is a genius with unrivaled business insights. He would be the one to take full charge of the new Marble." Vincent's voice was clear and deep. His words threw a bomb in the room.

"Wall Street?" "Friend?" "Who's that?" "Genius?"… the whole meeting now turned into a heated discussion on a new face. 

"The princess might bring her boyfriend back, hahahah~~~" a burst of loud laughter burst out. 

But not Vincent. "Pay more attention to this guy. We need to get well prepared and smash Marble from the very begging. " He emphasized, "And Emily, investigate that guy and give me a detailed report this afternoon."

"No problem, Vincent." 

When the meeting was dismissed, Summer yawned and fell asleep on her spot. She was too tired to keep her tearful eyes open. Without any support, her body gradually inclined. "Bang" she fell on the floor. 

Summer immediately stood up and sat back to her spot. Luckily, the time was early and there was no one nearby. But when she looked up, she found Vincent and Emily stood right behind, looking in her direction. She immediately blushed and turned back, pretending to analyze sales data with Excel. After a few minutes, she lifted her eyesight only to find both of them had gone. 

"That's close." Summer took a big relief and smiled. 

However, her smile frozen a few minutes later when Emily called her through the internal line to have a small conversation in her office.

It was not the first time for Summer to be here. It was in this room that Emily interviewed her one year ago, and promoted her from an intern to a junior six months ago. But this was the first time that Summer felt nervous. If possible, she really did not want to open that door. However, she had no choice. 

The door was in fact wide open. Emily was not on the seat but standing beside the window, watering the orchid. She shot a smiley glare when Summer knocked and came in. 

"Take a seat."

"Thank you!" Summer was embarrassed and did not dare to look up at Emily. 

"Poor sleep last night?" 

Emily broke the silence. Her voice was not harsh. It seemed that she was not going to say anything with Summer for deconcentrating on work. But this only made Summer more unease and shameful. 

"I would not make such a mistake again, Emily." Summer blushed and her face was more like a crab just taken out from the cooker. 

"Relax. I'm not blaming you for that. I know the power of insomnia." Emily padded Summer's shoulder, "I'm asking you a favor."

"A favor?" Summer was surprised. How can I help the manger? She thought to herself. 

"Yes, I need you to investigate the new general manager of Marble." Summer threw a file right in front of Sumer, "get it done before you get off."

"Okay. I'll do my best." Summer answered without hesitation even though she had no idea of the whole stuff. The moment she closed the door, she regretted it. Her expertise is data analysis rather than due diligence, let alone investigation on a real person. Frustrated as she was, Summer quickly returned to her position and get started. She really wanted to impress Emily. 

"Eric Snow, 28-year-old, graduated from Watton Business School and became the youngest VP in Morgan Stanley; started his own VC two years ago and became a legend ever since." The man is a monster. 

Summer continued browsing and her eyes were caught by a small image. 

"Holy crap" Summer could not help screaming out of course in heart. It's the man in the car crash last night. That rude yet handsome man! 

This excited Summer and she immediately forgot how sleepy she was in the first place. She kept searching and found even more explosive news about Eric.  SMART! HOT! WEALTHY! POWERFUL! The man really kicks other's ass almost from all aspects. No wonder he was driving a Ferrari last night. His gentle and charming voice kept coming into Summer's ears. 

By the time Summer pulled herself back from the information sea in the Internet, it was already 6 p.m. She's running late and had no choice but quickly wrapped the report back to send it to Emily.  She could not work overtime today because she had an appointment with her childhood besties. 

"Received with thanks-Emily". Since the report has been confirmed by Emily, Summer closed the computer, picked up her handbag and dashed out to catch the 6:30 bus.

When the billionaire Snow falls in love with a marketing assistant from his competitor, what will happen? What will Summer do when she finds out it is Snow who's playing the trick?

"Flying praying mantis, feel the energy of the insect system in your body, and then try to gather them into your hand."

After returning to the Dakang Club, Ouyang Nan couldn't wait to feed the flying mantis with a few flat cherry fruits. After the battle with Acorn was over, Ouyang Nan realized that although Feitian now has the unexpected control technique of staring at him, Feitian Mantis is still very weak in terms of attack intensity.

Other than that, if the acorn fruit chose not to use patience but harden skills at the beginning, the outcome of that battle may be reversed.

So after the battle, Ouyang Nan wanted to make up for the shortcomings of the flying mantis in attack. Other than that, at least two of the same skills, the flying insects and the flying ones, must learn at least one. After all, the elves have a 50% power bonus when they use the same skills.

In fact, according to Su Qing, the main reason why the flying praying mantis does not have insect and flight skills is that the birth time is too short, and the energy of the insects and flight is too thin.

Regarding the same skills that the flying praying mantis can learn on its own, Ouyang Nan remembers that both the insect and flying systems are two. Among them, the worm's skills are continuous cutting and cross cutting, and the flying system's wing attack and air cutting. Among these 4 skills, Ouyang Nan wants to learn the flying mantis most is the continuous cutting skills.

After all, of the 4 same-attribute skills that Flying Mantis can learn on its own, although the use of continuous cutting is a bit more troublesome, the growth of continuous cutting skills is also the highest. A total of 2 chances to double the damage. If used well, the killer of the flying mantis is properly.

Therefore, in the mall, Ouyang Nan directly chose flat cherry fruit. And because there is no manufacturing process of energy blocks, the best way to use the current flying mantis is to eat it directly.

However, after all, tree fruit is a kind of high-energy food from a secret place, so even if it is a flying praying mantis, it basically eats about two a day. In fact, after Su Qing's words, Ouyang Nan had checked on the Internet. The new elves need time to grow and conserve energy, which is a very basic knowledge. According to statistics on the Internet, it takes about one month for the average newborn elves to realize the energy of this department.

Of course, this process can be reduced by using some auxiliary resources. Basically, the energy supplemented by a corresponding tree fruit can be reduced by about 1 day. In other words, if an elf is the fastest, it only takes about 10 days to complete the process.

Ouyang Nan counted it out. It was almost 10 days before the Flying Mantis was born. Based on two calculations per day, it took the Flying Mantis about 5 days to finish eating these 9 flat cherry fruits. 10 + 5 + 9, a total of 24 days.

Ouyang Nan thinks that according to the 79% qualification of Flying Mantis, you shouldn't have to wait for 30 days, right?

"This box can only be eaten for 5 days, that is, if you still can't comprehend the skill of even chopping after 5 days, then we can only wait."

Looking at the eight flat cherry fruits left in the box, Ouyang Nan patted the head of the flying mantis. It is not because he does not want to provide these resources to the Flying Mantis all the time, but because he is poor.

As a traveler, Ouyang Nan actually knows many ways to make money. For example, a sharing system, whether it is a shared bicycle or a shared charging treasure, is actually easy to get the first bucket of gold. Or open a chain tea shop, courier company, etc. will be able to make a lot of money in the near future.

but! As a 16-year-old high school student, oh no, high school is coming soon. Ouyang Nan doesn't even have an ID yet. So I don't want to say that those start-up capital problems that are envisaged are to register a company, and Ouyang Nan is not eligible.

So for Ouyang Nan, making money, especially big money, is too far away. After all, not every traversal can be like the one in the novel. Wang Bazhi was shocked, and those supporting actors came to pay attention and worship.

······

Two days later, on the first Monday in July, the Summer Newbie Trainer Tutoring Class for the Dakang Elf Club began.

The enrollment of the Da Kang Club for this summer training course is 20 people. The reason why there are so few people is not because of the low reputation of the Da Kang Club, but because of the high fees. But unfortunately, Ouyang Nan did not see Jiang Ning among these people. It would be other elven clubs who want to come to Jiang Ning.

According to Ouyang Nan, the registration fee for this summer class is almost 300,000. It can be said that the students who return to apply for this club's summer class are definitely aiming at the goal of attacking the school team.

Unlike Dongcang County, which is only a small county town, Hangzhou, as the elven capital of China, competes against the high school team in no way weaker than some official matches. After all, according to normal circumstances, even the replacement teams of these high school colleges in Hangzhou can often directly penetrate the entire school team of a small county high school like Dongcang.

This is not bragging. You need to know that the members who can enter the Hangzhou university team are basically not simple at home. Not to mention others, such as the fruit tree that can replenish energy such as flat cherry fruit, Ouyang Nan is used as a supplement. For some rich people, they can even use it as a daily necessities.

Under this cumulative change, the gap between the two sides will only grow wider. But there is no way, no matter what the world is. After all, others have a good ability to give birth, and the chosen dad has the ability to provide him with better conditions.

But to be honest, I don't care too much about this Ouyang Nan. He is a man with golden fingers. As long as there is enough energy at hand, Ouyang Nan is confident that he will be the strongest one day.

······

The well-being elf club's summer training course is not complicated because it teaches novice elf trainers. Basically, in the morning, it is an elf battle tactics training, such as attribute comparison, how to make better use of your own advantages, and so on. In the afternoon, there is some analysis of skills, such as what the performance of a certain skill is, what kind of power will it have, how to deal with it, and so on.

Originally, as a companion to Ouyang Nan, there should be no chance to listen to these courses, but because of the relationship between Shangguanjing, Su Qing finally acquiesced to Ouyang Nan's behavior.

To be honest, the first day of the course made Ouyang Nan feel very rewarding. As for the evening, Ouyang Nan's most anticipated practical training.

At the thought of this, Kang Xiaoqiao felt her whole body go numb, and she felt like a puddle of mud. This was an experience she had never experienced before.
Moreover, she was looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.
However, she was not the only one who could not sleep At this moment, Lu Yichen was leaning on the hard bed in the ministry with his hands behind his head. He was deep in thought and did not feel sleepy at all.
How long had it been since he had been so excited?
Every time he thought of Kang Xiaoqiao's hazy and intoxicated eyes, her fair little face, her pink and pure white, and her soft body, he would instinctively feel restless.
Why was his willpower so poor?
What puzzled him even more was that when this little wild cat was in his arms, it was gentle and docile. However, once it left his hand, it would become slippery and not easy to throw away. How could it be docile at all?
It was simply a pigheaded monkey.
Thinking about what Kang Xiaoqiao had done today, Lu Yichen's face darkened. She actually discussed whether men could be good or not in public, whether they could lift or not... ...
Such lawlessness and rudeness, bringing him to her home, Lu Yichen could not help but hold his forehead. It was such a headache.
Forget it, I should take advantage of this time to properly discipline her. I don't want to anger the Old Lady.
...
The next day, when Kang Xiaoqiao woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. She stretched and could not help but sigh. It was so good to be young.
She slept so late last night, but she still felt refreshed when she woke up in the morning.
Before she even woke up, the smell of food had already assaulted her.
Kang Xiaoqiao hurriedly tidied up the floor. She was so hungry ����
The noodles she had eaten yesterday had long been digested. When she pushed open the door, she saw Kang Daqiao busying herself.
Kang Xiaoqiao's face was full of smiles. She ran over happily and hugged Kang Daqiao. "Big sister, it's so good to have you. When I wake up in the morning, I can have a fragrant breakfast. "
Kang Daqiao was startled by her hug, but her heart warmed. Her little sister had really married a sensible man. If this was in the past, she would not even be willing to touch her.
That was true. Back then, she worked every day and her clothes were dirty. If she hugged her like this, her little sister's clean clothes would probably be dirty too.
She never dreamed that she would live such a good life. This was all thanks to her little sister. She had to cherish her good fortune.
So, with a warm face, she scolded with a smile, "alright, you're the one with a big mouth. Go Wash Up. It's almost time to eat. "
"I steamed meat buns today. They're very fragrant. "
Kang Xiaoqiao immediately nodded, then opened her mouth and said, "Meat Buns? Well, sister will wrap two for me. I'll send them to San Kui and the others. "
Kang Daqiao readily agreed that San Kui would send over the remaining medicinal herbs today. She had to deal with them quickly. Her sister was such a nice person. She could wait, and she couldn't wait either.
After eating breakfast, Kang Xiaoqiao went back to her room to change her clothes. She changed for a long time, so long that Kang Daqiao couldn't stand it anymore.
She asked curiously, "little sister, didn't you say that you were going to pick flowers in the mountains today? Why aren't you leaving yet? "
"Eh? Why are you taking out all your clothes? "
Kang Xiaoqiao was measuring her clothes in front of the big mirror that was printed with the words "serve the people" . When she saw Kang Daqiao coming over, she hurriedly asked, "sister, look, is this one better for me? Or is this one better? "
"Aiya, seriously, these clothes are too few. I don't even have new clothes. "
After saying that, she frowned and compared the two clothes in front of the mirror.
Kang Daqiao looked at the house full of clothes with a dumbfounded look and said, "little sister, are these clothes still few? Look, there are all your clothes on the Kang. There are at least ten of them. "
"an ordinary person would only have three to five sets of clothes in a season. When we were at home, we only had two sets of clothes to change into... "
When Kang Xiaoqiao heard that, her entire face turned sour.
What woman would complain about having too many clothes This woman's wardrobe was always short of one piece of clothing. Moreover, there were only a dozen or so clothes. Oh my God, how could she have so few clothes in a summer?
Back then, she did not wear the same clothes throughout the entire summer.
Of course, that was then and now.
However, she could not do it today. She still had to go on a date. She had worn all these clothes, but she could not find one that she was satisfied with.
Yes, Kang Xiaoqiao felt that she was going on a date today. She had just confirmed her relationship yesterday and had strengthened it at night. Today, she was going to meet her sweetheart, so she naturally had to wear beautiful clothes.
It was a woman's nature to love beauty. Today, she deliberately pinned her bangs on her forehead, revealing her full forehead, and lightly applied light makeup.
Kang Xiaoqiao had already prepared the eye shadow and eyebrow powder. She had even made a few boxes of lipstick.
Kang Daqiao looked at the bright and beautiful woman in front of her, and she was completely stunned. Was this still her little sister?
This, she was even more beautiful than a fairy, just like the person in the painting. Since when did her little sister become so, so... ...
Forgive Kang Daqiao for not studying enough. She didn't even know what words to use to express it.
At this moment, people didn't wear makeup. As soon as the top was put on, this person's spirit and energy were lifted. In the past, Kang Xiaoqiao's face was naked, and she looked pure and lovely.
However, after the top was put on, she became so beautiful that it couldn't be described with words. Kang Daqiao swallowed her saliva.
She pointed at the two clothes in Kang Xiaoqiao's hands in a daze and said, "little sister, you, why did you take two dresses? "
"It's hard to travel to the mountains, and you still have to carry things. How inconvenient is it to wear a dress? "
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Kang Xiaoqiao turned her head to look at Kang Daqiao in a daze, then muttered, "yeah, what should we do then? "
Pu --
To be honest, Kang Xiaoqiao really put in a lot of effort for this date.
On the other side, Lu Yichen woke up in a good mood. He took a cold shower early in the morning, and the time he took it was twice as long as usual.
Now, he was playing with his short hair in front of the mirror. He patted his face, looked at his face from left to right, and then began to tidy up his clothes. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out.
AH --
Xia Zijun was hugging his wrist. At this moment, he was sitting on the ground and screaming in pain.
When Lu Yichen saw this, he no longer had the same expression as before. Instead, he looked at the person on the ground with a cold face. "Why are you here? Why are you so quiet like a thief? "
"Aren't you going to shut up? Don't you find it embarrassing? How do you usually train? Your skills are getting worse and worse. "
Xia Zijun.
A vicious blow. F * Ck, is it so amazing that your skills are so good Alright, it's so amazing that his skills are so good.
Xia Zijun's face was gloomy. He opened his mouth and said, "F * Ck, you're blaming me? "
"WHO said I didn't knock? Fine, even if I didn't knock, in the past, you would have known the moment I walked to the door. But today, I came in and stretched my hand in front of you before you realized... "
Then, he asked curiously, "I said, what are you thinking about? "
"I'm just wondering, your Prodigal daughter-in-law is about to break the sky. Why are you so calm? "

She had somehow transmigrated to a lazy and lazy little girl who was despised by everyone. It was said that she even shamelessly relied on her savior? ? ? ?
Wasn't this too terrible?
However, when Kang Xiaoqiao took a look at the little brother that the original owner had relied on, she decisively accepted her fate.
So be it if it was terrible. It was not her turn to be terrible if others wanted to be terrible!
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Although Wang Nuan was still an embryo that had yet to fully develop, Wang Ling already knew from the blast wave that had come out of the belly that this kid wasn't destined to be ordinary… 
This realization also terrified Father and Mother Wang a little; this scene was too similar to when Wang Ling had broken that precious sword.
A Body Refinement couple giving birth to two fiends one after another… Father and Mother Wang felt that if this matter was exposed, it wouldn't be their two kids who were dragged onto Approaching Science[1], but themselves… 
Because of the sea village's wonderful packaging, practically all the family's acquaintances found out about Mother Wang's second pregnancy. The express deliveries didn't stop arriving at the Wang family's small villa for two days, all of which were gifts for Mother Wang and Wang Nuan.
Mother Wang was popular to begin with. Even though she lived in the outskirts and it wasn't especially convenient for her to meet up with friends, distance couldn't block out the sincere well wishes of a true friend!
Not even mountains and rivers could stop a true friend from sending well wishes; this was something fairweather friends couldn't compare with.
"Ai, I never thought everyone would be so kind." Gazing at the express deliveries, Mother Wang felt both warm and depressed. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have gone shopping at the cultivation department store… Her friends were very thoughtful. And who knew whether they had discussed it among themselves, but they had all sent different things.
All kinds of magic artifacts for prenatal education, baby products, tonics for pregnant women… Most excessive of all, someone had even sent a topped-up membership card for supplementary courses. Written on the card was a wise saying that Wang Ling had heard in all kinds of educational ads since young: Don't shortchange your children at the starting line!
These words made a lot of sense, but when it came to the Wang family's children, it was a load of bull! After all, by the time they were born, they had already reached the finish line… 
... 
At noon on September 16th, Wang Ling received the first message in a while in No. 60 High's Grade One, Class Three small squad chat. Wang Ling had always felt that basically no one posted in a class chat without an ulterior motive. On the whole, if something really did happen after graduation, some chose to DM other classmates about it, while others were more likely to show off in the group – there were too many cases nowadays of success stories after graduation who showed off in the group, thus inciting resentment.
Group chats while still at school were still pure for the most part.
Like now… 
Super Chen first posted several picturesque photos.
One could tell that his temporary disappearance had to do with traveling. The summer break was long, so going out to expand his horizons was understandable. The cultivation world was so big, and it was far from enough to only experience it through travel during the high school break.
But the travel experience was necessary: five percent of the college entrance exam had to do with the development of extracurricular knowledge. Students who wanted to get into a famous university would never give up that five percent. Additionally, there had never been a fixed criterion for this part of the assessment; it was completely up to the teacher who set the question. If you didn't know anything about the topic, your head would explode when you read the test question.
"Look… how beautiful is the scenery?" Super Chen posted several pictures one after another.
"The scenery where I am isn't bad either…" Following Super Chen's lead, Dopey Guo also posted several pictures.
"…" Wang Ling was silent and didn't respond.
Little Peanut was smart. As No. 60 High's Grade One, Class Three's most excellent commissary in charge of studies, he straightaway read between the lines of these pictures. "Let's hear it: how much more homework do you still have to finish…"
Super Chen was so moved that he wanted to cry. "Little Peanut, you understand me! Actually, it isn't very much. In addition to not finishing maths, physics and chemistry, I haven't done the rest yet either."
Wang Ling: "…"
Little Peanut: "Why not just say that you haven't done any of it?"
Super Chen chuckled. "Doesn't this make it sound more intellectual?"
Master of Dopey added, "The world is so big, we want to go out and take a look around. There's nothing wrong with that! In any case, as long as we have our brethren, there will always be a way to deal with homework! Expanding our extracurricular knowledge is also very important!"
"Then why don't you go and borrow Lotus Sun's homework?" The corners of Little Peanut's mouth twitched as he sent a message in the group somewhat resentfully.
"Classmate Lotus Sun… The way she solves problems is too advanced. Most likely, her family hired her some private tutor. If we copy off her, Old Pan will be able to tell with one glance." Dopey Guo directly sent a voice message to the group. "I've already discussed it with Super Chen: as long as you and Wang Ling lend us your homework to copy, we can deal with this matter. First of all, the way you solve problems is within what we've learned and what was taught in class; this is something Super and I have come to understand after copying your homework multiple times before."
Little Peanut and Wang Ling were both stupefied. "…"
These sly foxes were now so experienced in copying… 
Dopey Guo: "It's like this: I'll copy 70% of Little Peanut's homework, then 30% of Wang Ling's. Super Chen will do the opposite. Old Pan absolutely won't be able to tell."
Little Peanut chuckled. "You really think Old Pan is stupid…" 
"Don't worry, we won't copy everything; we'll definitely deliberately copy some of it wrong."
"…"
"Of course, Super Chen and I wouldn't be bothering to spend so much effort on homework if not for the assignment credits. The teachers gave us so much homework for the summer vacation. When they collect the homework at school, the piles will be as tall as mountains. The semester will have just begun and they'll be busy with lessons. If they already don't have enough time to prepare for class, how can they be in the mood to mark the summer homework?" Dopey Guo's analysis was clear and logical.
In fact, the phenomenon he was talking about wasn't limited to high schools; even in junior high, teachers dealt with the winter and summer homework in the following three ways:
The first way: Classify and count. Put simply, the homework was collected first, and the number of students who did or did not hand in the work was counted. Teachers called the parents of students who didn't hand in the homework, while the students who submitted the work were divided into groups to mark each other's homework; the teachers just needed to give them the answers at the front of the classroom.
The second way: Deferred punishment. The teachers in this category were more benevolent. They knew that a lot of students were procrastinators who tended to do their homework in the last few days of the summer vacation, so the teachers deliberately set a later submission deadline. It didn't have anything to do with whether the homework was done well or not; instead, completing the homework was a matter of attitude. So usually, teachers like these didn't care whether or not you finished your homework; as long as you handed it in by the deadline, you were safe… If you didn't hand it in, you would be straightaway sentenced to death…
The third way: Save energy and protect the environment. This was a simpler and more crude method, which relied mostly on bluffs. The truth was that these teachers didn't care if students finished their holiday homework or not. It was the holidays, and was originally a time to relax and have fun; there was no need for teachers to be so disobliging. Thus, after gathering the holiday homework, these teachers would outright cast the "Notes Removal Spell" and leave this holiday homework for next year's batch of juniors… Recycle and never waste… 
[1] A Chinese documentary film program.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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