If you are reading this, that means that you want to know. That you are a Seeker and you seek for the true knowledge. Beware, once you begin to read, you will never be the same.

If you still want to continue, please, be our gest and join our girls and their friends in their journey to the true power: knowledge.

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Hello, I'm the author. It's my first story in English. However, I hope you will enjoy it. If you do enjoy, please, show your love and support and leave a nice feedback in the comments' section or a review.

Thank you.

This book's creation was for the purpose of proofreading and critiquing other people's novels on Webnovel.com

Through this book, I'll be indirectly showcasing several books as I go in-depth with each chapter pointing out any inconsistencies, basic spelling/grammar errors and typos, and anything that doesn't make sense.

I already predict that the comment section will probably get filled with active discussion over these books.

Note, if you came here for a novel, tough luck. There is no novel, this is only for editing/proofreading/revisions/critique. Though if you were looking for something to read and some of these reviews were worth it, then good for you. :D

Foo, a bright young man that happens to be a computer genius, who excels in life by taking shortcuts when possible. If life was a game, he would definitely pick the easiest mode.

        Exams in school? Just read all the books once, and make sure you don't forget the contents.

        Looking for a job? Make sure everyone around the boss knows just how perfect you are for the job. Having others bragging about your excellence is more trustworthy and gives plausible deniability.

        Quiz time? Let me just start my special search engine's voice recognition.

        Competing in soccer? Aw, how unfortunate, the opposing team 'somehow' got their clothes filled with itch-inducing powder, leading to a walkover.

        Playing a FPS game? Well, lets just have my own mouse driver software get some headshots while I watch a movie. It's perfectly legit, as it just speeds up the response time so that it clicks before I even get to the computer.

        Gambling sites and online casinos? Data-mining, number-crunching and image recognition! By utilizing computer knowledge, solving problems is easy!

        Some might get jealous, but hey! Just be like me, and use your brains for once!

However, in the modern era, the gangsters and other shady businesses are moving their turfs towards the internet and gaming circles.

What happens when they realize that Foo was a threat to their profits?

Well, no suspense here, they killed him.




That's the end of story... if you are to believe the god that greets him after his death.

However, can this story get a fresh new start when Foo somehow ends up in a game-like medieval fantasy world?

Or will the lack of modern tools, like his beloved computers or other modern conveniences, cut his story short yet again?








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Also, thanks to SageDrunkKitty and Remteldanmarkius for proofreading the synopsis! Any errors still there are their fault!
The fact that I might not have listened on them does not automatically make it my fault, okay?

Foo, a bright young man that happens to be a computer genius, who excels in life by taking shortcuts when possible. If life was a game, he would definitely pick the easiest mode.

        Exams in school? Just read all the books once, and make sure you don’t forget the contents.

        Looking for a job? Make sure everyone around the boss knows just how perfect you are for the job. Having others bragging about your excellence is more trustworthy and gives plausible deniability.

        Quiz time? Let me just start my special search engine's voice recognition.

        Competing in soccer? Aw, how unfortunate, the opposing team 'somehow' got their clothes filled with itch-inducing powder, leading to a walkover.

        Playing a FPS game? Well, lets just have my own mouse driver software get some headshots while I watch a movie. It’s perfectly legit, as it just speeds up the response time so that it clicks before I even get to the computer.

        Gambling sites and online casinos? Data-mining, number-crunching and image recognition! By utilizing computer knowledge, solving problems is easy!

        Some might get jealous, but hey! Just be like me, and use your brains for once!

However, in the modern era, the gangsters and other shady businesses are moving their turfs towards the internet and gaming circles.

What happens when they realize that Foo was a threat to their profits?

Well, no suspense here, they killed him.




That’s the end of story... if you are to believe the god that greets him after his death.

However, can this story get a fresh new start when Foo somehow ends up in a game-like medieval fantasy world?

Or will the lack of modern tools, like his beloved computers or other modern conveniences, cut his story short yet again?








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Also, thanks to SageDrunkKitty and Remteldanmarkius for proofreading the synopsis! Any errors still there are their fault!
The fact that I might not have listened on them does not automatically make it my fault, okay?

In front of Huang Xuan were four caskets, all made of first-class lacquered wood, reflecting dim light and feeling heavy.
Zhou Shuming was smiling, baring his teeth. He put his hand on the casket in front and said in a tone he thought sincerest, “Mr. Huang, these are the treasures I have found. Each one is special. Although I was in a rush, even the old man in the Qian family would be amazed when he sees them.”
“Let me have a look.” Huang Xuan didn’t comment on Zhou Shuming’s words and kept his countenance, but the look in his eyes betrayed him.
Zhou Shuming opened the first casket proudly. There were three books wrapped in light yellow satin. On the left was a bigger one, a Buddhist scripture, on the cover of which were written sloppily the title of the book The Wonderful Dharma Lotus Flower Sutra: the Universal Door of Gwan Shi Yin Bodhisattva Who Contemplates the Sounds of the World.
The specialized questions should be left to the professionals. Huang Xuan called Rolin and pulled the satin in the middle. The title of the book was written in small regular script the size of a fingernail, Imperial Decree of Emperor Mu Zongyi of the Qing Dynasty.
Huang Xuan didn’t know who Mu Zongyi was, but luckily he could read the words “the Qing Dynasty” and “Emperor”. He exhaled and thought, “Boy, the Qing Dynasty (1636-1912) has been over for just a few years, imperial stuff has already been scattered into the hands of merchants. Nevertheless, although Huang Xuan was surprised, he didn’t show it on his face, which disappointed Zhou Shuming.
With a flick of his finger, nonstop, Huang Xuan went on to lift the satin on the right, totally ruining the mystery Zhou Shuming had planned. This was a handwritten copy of a play, much thicker than the first two, with the title Yu Shuang Room on the upper right of the cover.
Huang Xuan could read only two of the three words and felt a little embarrassed. He opened the book and saw a seal on the internal page, which seemed the name Cheng Yanqiu on close reading.
“By comparison, it is judged that the average price of The Wonderful Dharma Buddhist Flower Sutra: the Universal Door of Guan Shi Yin Bodhisattva should be between 250,000-350,000; Imperial Decree of Emperor Mu Zongyi of the Qing Dynasty, 650,000-850,000; the handwritten copy of the play Yu Shuang Room, 5-6 million.” Due to the impact of the plane passage, Rolin was talking as concisely as possible, which appeared to be related to his procedure.
Hearing the price of 6 million, Huang Xuan was heartened and looked at Zhou Shuming who didn’t have a clue what he was thinking and was racking his brains to figure out a way to persuade him. “These used to be imperial,” Zhou Shuming said enthusiastically. Lifting his gown, he was ready to give a speech, but Huang Xuan waved his hand and interrupted him. Now that he had known the prices, he needed no more sales pitches. He believed Rolin’s judgment was far more accurate than any cultural relics connoisseur.
The purchase of the grains had cost him over ¥600,000, but one single book would cover all of it and bring nine times more profit. Thinking this, Huang Xuan was very satisfied. However, pursuing profit was the nature of merchants, and as a descendant of the Huang Family, Huang Xuan was no exception. He put on a long face, covered the scripture with the satin and said, “Take this one back.” He sniffed, drank a mouthful of tea and said slowly, “I will keep the handwritten copy. As for this one,” pointing to Imperial Decree of Emperor Mu Zongyi of the Qing Dynasty in the middle, he said, “Leave it here. I will decide after looking at others.”
Seeing that Huang Xuan had picked the handwritten copy of the play, Zhou Shuming was full of contempt and considered him a profligate son of rich parents. Well, People had different values in different times, the Revolution of 1911 just ended, and the Qing Dynasty still had great influence on the people. Although traditional opera was the quintessence of the nation, to scholars, a handwritten copy like this was worth even less than the scripture Huang Xuan just looked down on. Thinking that he had already known Huang Xuan aesthetic standards, Zhou Shuming went past the second casket and opened the one in the middle of the table. He flicked the dust off, lifted the satin and said, “Please look at this—”
“I would like to look at them myself.” Huang Xuan waved his hand, annoyed. Ignoring Zhou Shuming, he moved the corner of his mouth slightly and said, “Rolin, evaluate the prices.”
After scanning and comparing the books, Rolin started talking, “The evaluated value of Series on Study: Letters to Hu Peixi by Zhao Zhiqian is 1,5-2 million; the Fourth Volume of Model Calligraphies of the Chunhua Era of the Song Dynasty, 3.5-4.5 million; the Ten Volumes of and One Complement to Wei Suzhou Collections by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, Checked and Punctuated by Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty, 2-2.5 million. Huang Xuan sniffed again, checked his excitement and said to Zhou Shuming flatly, “Let’s move on.”
“Confucian Canon during the Spring and Autumn Period of the South Song Dynasty (1127-1279), 1-1.5 million; the handwritten copy of an annotated edition of the Shurangama Sutra, 2-3 million.” The handwritten copies of the Song Dynasty block-printed editions had been praised since the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644). On the one hand, the proofreading was so careful that most of them were best editions; on the other hand since the culture in the Song Dynasty had been prosperous, there were a lot of editions. Therefore, the Song Dynasty best editions had been more expensive. At the millennium, an intact page of the Song Dynasty best edition had cost more than 10,000 silver dollars; a very thin book had cost one house.
On the high-end market, the Song Dynasty best editions enjoyed exceptional advantages yet were not absolutely in the lead, especially in the Republic of China, because although there were a lot of book collection buildings, many rare editions might not cater for modern people. Huang Xuan sipped some tea to cover his elation and said to Zhou Shuming, “The books in these two caskets are OK. However, Boss Zhou, if you have only these few books, you can’t have all my grains yet.”



Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



Jiang Pengji had never been a good student who talked about studying all the time. However, she awed and respected those who devoted their lives to education.
From ancient to modern times, human history had been through many ups and downs. No matter how horrifying the wars they had gone through, they always quickly revived and rebuilt civilization on top of the remains from the wars. Besides the strong resilience for survival, they wanted to protect their civilizations.
As long as the seeds still existed, it would eventually bloom into the most magnificent flowers, even on the remains.
Jiang Pengji respected and yearned for the ambition that Cheng Cheng had.
Civilization was never supposed to belong to one family or one clan. It was meant to be a wealth owned by the human species inclusively.
Cheng Cheng didn't look that deep or that far into the future, but he had a broad reaching thought and he didn't only focus on the moment. He considered the heritage of the civilization, which proved that he was far better than most gentry clans who only kept the treasure to themselves.
Jiang Pengji had a thought and asked, "I just wonder if Uncle Cheng would be willing to sacrifice and lend some of the books to me so I can make a copy?"
Gentry clans took books as their lifeblood. They wouldn't lend the books easily if it wasn't to some close friends––not to mention letting someone else make a copy.
Cheng Cheng was generous, but he was also somewhat childish. He responded to her with a smile. "Of course, yes, but you need to exchange my books with something." Cheng Cheng gently touched his well-shaped and trimmed beard and said to her, "Bamboo slices are easy to get damp. They are too heavy, as well as hard to preserve. My heart hurts so much every single time when I find one or two of them have been eaten by worms. I heard there is something called paper, which is extremely valuable in Hejian County. If I can use paper to keep the copy of all my books, they would be handy and easy to store. And what I have learned is the workshop is your mom's property from her marriage?"
Cheng Cheng's wife, who was sitting in the wagon, overheard what nonsense her husband was talking. She was extremely pissed off.
"Don't listen to his crap. Those treasures he reckons on aren't worth much at all." Cheng Cheng's wife exposed Cheng Cheng's truth without mercy and said to Jiang Pengji with shame, "Let me know which one you like. You don't have to be bothered by what your Uncle Cheng said to you."
Cheng Cheng couldn't help but blush. He intended to ask his wife to cut him some slack and not to embarrass him in front of a young kid.
Jiang Pengji burst into laughter when she saw how the couple interacted with each other.
"The workshop is my mother's property from marriage. We produce a limited quantity of paper annually and most of them are reserved for some families. But if Uncle Cheng likes, I will make sure to tell my butler to save some and send them to your place."
Cheng Cheng heard what she had said and quickly schooled his smile. He quickly explained to Jiang Pengji, "Lanting, you are misunderstanding me. I'm not serious, but it doesn't mean I don't have shame. There is no way for me to take advantage of a young kid. My original meaning was, if you want to make a copy with these books, you might as well make an extra copy for me. The cost of papers and ink will be counted at the market price. There are more and more of these books and I'm getting older and older. I have no idea how much longer I will be able to take care of them."
The bamboo slices were not just cumbersome, but also hard to maintain. They had high requirements for the environment to preserve them or they would grow mold or be eaten by worms.
Each of the several tens of thousands of bamboo slices were rebound. The main reason was that they got damp and the characters became unclear.
It would be inevitable to miss or miscopy some characters when they did the copying of the books. In order to keep the accuracy of the books, Cheng Cheng would verify between the original version and his copies over and over again. Then he asked his sons to do the proofreading for him until he was sure there were no mistakes at all, and then he would rebind them. It was a time consuming project.
Ever since the innovation of bamboo paper, he had thought about replacing the bamboo slices with paper. However, the paper workshop stalled in trying to expand their business. The papers they produced every year were monopolized by several gentry clans. He never had a chance to make any orders at all.
That was a real pain in the back.
Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes and said with a smile to him, "My handwriting is merely considered all right. It is okay for myself, but it will be displaying my slight skill before the expert. What about this? I will provide the ink and paper and I will bother you to make an extra copy for me? Paper and ink are free, just as a bit of bonus for you…"
Cheng Cheng was so shocked that he basically blanked out for a second. A sachet flew towards her head before she completed her idea. She rapidly grabbed it to avoid being smashed by it.
"That's rude. How dare you make such a joke to your Uncle Cheng?" Liu She's face seemed chilly. It was him who had cast the sachet at Jiang Pengji.
Cheng Cheng waved his hands to deny it and made fun of Liu She afterwards. "What are you angry about? Are you angry because your son almost made a bad deal?"
Even though Liu She had laid his hands off the business affairs of his family, he had an idea about how expensive the bamboo papers were. It wouldn't be a small amount of paper if they wanted to make a copy of the over 10,000 books.
Of course, the majority of his books were the inclusive singular one. The value would be higher than the papers.
Liu She said to him, "You are misunderstanding me. These bamboo papers are not cheap in the market, but it really doesn't cost that much for our own people. It was just this kid messing around with you today. He dreamed about exchanging your whole collection just for several pieces of paper. I have never heard or seen any businessman as black-hearted as him."
Cheng Cheng laughed out loud, gently touched his beard, and said to Jiang Pengji, "Like father, like son. You do have a similar demeanor as your father."
It was Liu She's turn to be speechless. Now he believed that Cheng Cheng did have a talent for scolding others. Liu She just said Jiang Pengji was merely a profiteer, and now Cheng Cheng turned to make a comment about him being even more black-hearted. Who were the father and daughter in this case?
Watching Cheng Cheng and his own daughter standing on one side, Liu She felt like he was being betrayed. I'm so tired.
Cheng Cheng gave a quick positive answer to Jiang Pengji's tease. "All right, as long as you keep sufficient supply, I promise you a copy after I finish working on it. It is totally worth the bonus."
Jiang Pengji blushed and she felt a bit of shame deep in her heart. Bamboo paper was extremely pricy to people who had no clue about it, but her own people were fully aware that it was worth nothing at all.
She got to exchange over 10,000 books for some paper, which was definitely a profitable deal that no one was going to complain about. Now even Jiang Pengji felt shameless. Cheng Cheng took it with generosity and he had no hard feelings, which made her feel touched.
As a matter of fact, Cheng Cheng was being shameful at the same time. He had the feeling that he had taken advantage of a young kid.
He was not the type of person who would keep the valuables only to himself. He admitted that he cherished the books as much as his life, but he wouldn't turn down to a request from others to borrow and make a copy of the book.
He only needed to make an extra copy so he could trade it for numerous priceless bamboo papers. That resolved the durability problem, which got rid of the worry. It seemed that both of them took a little bit of loss, but from another perspective, they both earned some benefits, as well.
The value of some objects could not be measured with money.
"Thank you, Uncle Cheng. I promise you that I will take good care of them."
Cheng Cheng grinned at her while he touched his beard. To a book lover, nothing else pleased him more than that promise.


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

Taking a paper from the pile I began to sign reports. Proofreading articles for the magazine and making a few minor adjustments.
"Here you go Captain Hatake" Vice-captain Shuhei said handing me another report
"Oh thank you"
I began to check it over, but a gaze kept me from working.
"Did you need something, Vice-captain?" I asked
"May I speak with you? Off the books" he asked
"Off the books"
"Did you know Captain Tousen?" he said bluntly
I signed a paper and placed it with the others.
"No, not really though I did hear somethings about him from Captain Komamura" I answered signing another paper
"Do you think he would really betray the Soul Society?" He asked
I could tell from his voice he was in some sort minor denial.
"Yes"
"Really? With no thought as to why?" He asked defensively
Stopping my paperwork temporarily, I folded my hands.
"He attacked your comrades, and left like it was nothing...if anything he's just as worse as Aizen" I said bluntly
His hands clenched tightly in anger, sighing I got up.
"What are you doing?"
"Come on"
He arched his brow in confusion, but followed me nonetheless.
Training Yard
"What're we doing here?"
"Tell Shuhei, did Tousen teach you a lesson one that you've never forgotten?"
"Of course" he said with a bit of pride
"What was it?"
Shuhei clenched his hand and took a deep breath.
"Those who don't fear shouldn't...be allowed to fight"
"Hmmm why is that?"
"Tousen told me that fear gives us the courage to fight for those we wish to protect" he answered reminiscent of former Captain Tousen
I stood looking at the sky, and tried to wonder about a few things.
"I'm not afraid, do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I have so many people counting on me that can't afford to be afraid"
Shuhei may have seen this as a insult to his own creed or code. I then pulled out my blade and pointed it at my Vice-captain.
"Captain Hatake?"
"If we're ever going to understand each other it will be done with our blades" I explained
"Why our blades?"
"What's a more honest way?"
He was hesitant at my request, but pulled his blade out. Gripping it with both hands, as I only used one. He charged thrusting his blade as I swiped them away. Raising his blade high he flashed behind me, before he could land it. My blade blocked it as sparks flew off, pushing him away.
As he landed I flashed behind him, as he turned I switched our positions. Swing my blade hard he was barely able to block the strikes. Shuhei was being pushed back gradually. Despite our differences in power he was handling himself well. Maneuvering my sword I parried it out of his hands. Shocked as my blade tip pointed at his throat.
Sheathing my Zanpakuto he steadily went to grab his.
"Now we understand each other a bit better now"
"Captain Hatake" A messenger called
"Yes?"
"A Captains meeting has been called"
"A meeting? Alright then let's go"
Captains Council Chambers
"Do we have the whereabouts of Sosuke Aizen?" Captain-Commander Yamamoto asked
"No, unfortunately no intel has him in the Soul Society, but Menos that came to his aid might point us to Hueco Mundo" Soi Feng answered
"Hueco Mundo, we can't send any squads without a proper location" he grumbled
"That's correct, we might have to wait or til sends his own to investigate" I suggested
"So we must be on the watch for Kaname Tousen and Gin Ichimaru" he announced
We all stood quiet as a form of agreement.
"On a lighter note, tomorrow is Graduation where many of the students will showcase their abilities" Captain Shunsui said
"Yes, we must build up our strength if we're ever to fight to Aizen" Captain Utitake agreed
"Fine, bring us new blood so that we can defend the Seireitei" the elderly Captain reassured
Next Day
Me and the other Captains came to the Graduation as well as the entrance exam. The only that didn't show was the Captain-Commander himself due to his squad having need for more experienced Soul Reapers.
We all stood in a line as we awaited the students to enter.
"You think there'll be any worth checking out Kakashi?" Captain Shunsui asked
"Maybe, but we'll just have to see"
The bell rang as over a hundred students came out. All numbered so it would be easier to remember them. Each displayed their skills from swordsmanship to Kido. Many were either decent or good, but only a few caught my eye as I began to write down their numbers.
"Oh Kakashi already writing down a few?" Captain Shunsui asked
"Yes, but only a few sadly" I said
I needed to assign seated officers, but wasn't able to find many. Then saw a woman with purple hair and a very creepy smile. Writing her number down I would have to wait to meet her tomorrow.
"It's about to end in a few moments" I said noting the time
"Seems not many we're able to show much potential" Captain Unohana said looking at the former students
Home
"Another day" I said about to enter my home
"Sir"
Just before I did a courier came with a clipboard.
"Yes?"
"We have a delivery for you" he said handing me the clipboard
Signing it I gave it back, and opened my door. Gifts came and were sat down in my home.
"Thank you" I said closing the door
Turning to see the large pile of wrapped and bowed gifts.
"Oh boy"
I went through each gift as it followed:
A Library of rare books, from the Kuchiki Clan.
A ring that symbolizes a eternal friendship with the Shihoin Clan.
A few gift baskets and rare food items from other clans. As well as coupons from my other Soul Reaper friends.
"Well that was thoughtful" I said taking a look at Rangikus gift of a coupon to a noodle shop
Before I could sort it out, one caught my eye in particular. It had a note as well.
'Dear Captain Hatake,
I am sending this as a way of saying thanks, you will always be our friend and comrade'
I didn't see any name or an address, opening it was something that I would never had expected. It was a picture, one that had forgotten. In it was me, Toshiro, Momo, Rukia, Renji, Sajin, and Kaien. It was right before we had ended our training sessions. Toshiro had an annoyed look as Kaien smiled ruffling his hair. Momo had a great big smile as did Rukia and Renji, Sajin stood opposite of me on the right side.
I stared at it for what seemed an eternity, but couldn't help, but bring a smile to my face.
"Thank you"
AN: Sorry for the wait, I was debating on rewriting another story I wrote.

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

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

Alright, boy-ohs and girlies, I've tried my best, I really have, but writing is way harder than I could have ever imagined. I'm at 216 chapter, 218 if you count *******, and about 90-95% of the story has been written without much consideration for outlining. A while ago, I started a wiki for the novel to try to keep track of everything and only now am I starting to understand the magnitude of the mistakes I've made writing up to this point.

Anyway, the announcement this time is to let you know that my writing pace hasn't simply slowed. I'm just taking the majority of my time chronicling everything that's happened and will happen and thinking up solutions to the problems that I've detected in the logic of the story; or plotholes. I'll probably take a while and until I'm confident in where the story will head, I'll continue putting out a depressingly low number of chapters every week.

It feels wrong to not say anything and even worse keeping my ******* collecting despite the obvious downgrade to my writing speed. So, despite my obvious bias in wanting to keep Patreons, I'd caution everyone supporting me to only continue doing so if you're fine with the current situation. Webnovel, Royalroad and my ******* all keep publishing dates on the chapters I release, so you can keep track of my writing speed by looking there; until you feel it's worth it, reconsider wasting your time or money during these unstable times. I probably should have made this announcement sooner, considering the downgrade to my writing speed has been around for a month's worth of time, so I apologize.

I'll be putting out chapters when I can, but the majority of my focus right now is revisiting already published chapters, touching them up and documenting whatever I can in the novel's wiki page. Anyone wondering where I'm at can check the wiki page and even contribute if they're bored enough. That is all for now~

UPDATE (December 29th, 2019)
Alright, I'm about to get really real and admit to being a really shitty author these last three to four months. Truth be told, I really did want to take time to update the wiki and figure out how to handle what I thought were this novel's biggest failings in plot holes. However, to do that and find details that might have only been mentioned in passing, I had to eventually turn to rereading entire chapters.

Guys... I'm being as sincere as I possibly can right now. I have no fucking clue how I've developed a following after rereading the first couple chapters. I understand that authors can grow a lot after a year, but it hasn't even been that long and I believe the first hundred chapters are Trash with a capital T. It's borderline unreadable (upon proofreading this tirade, this might be a mild exaggeration, but it is true to my thoughts nonetheless) and the fact that I have nearly 4,000 followers after combining the collections on Webnovel with those following on RoyalRoad is incomprehensible to me. There are still even 19 people supporting me on ******* when I haven't released squat in nearly two months!

I've tried to ignore this. I've tried to work on other books. Hell I've even messed around with fanfiction, hoping to one day wake up and see everyone gone. Like the book had never existed. But like I said, there are still 4,000 people waiting for releases. More joining by the day and people still supporting the novel with spirits stones. Even 19 who value two chapters being at least a dollar.

Every time I think I'm ready to move on, ready to completely shut down the novel to start a new one, I think about those people and realize, "I'm a fucking bitch. Just finish the fucking novel, idiot." The passing of time has only made the feeling worse, so I guess this is a message consigning myself to completing this book, by any means necessary. I won't be able to focus on another story otherwise, so this update is more for me than for my audience.

That being said, the reason I felt inclined to give up on the novel in the first place was because of how terrible I found my writing from a nearly a year ago. So, I want to stress that I'm not going chuck a bunch of shit together to finish the story. Rather, I'm going to go back and rewrite things as I continue to catalogue things on the wiki.

Last couple things I want to quickly mention:

- I haven't really used any of the money I've made on ******* so I want to commission a legit book cover. Ditch that shit I made with my lacking Photoshop Skills...

-More on the money thing, after I finish rewriting the novel — it'll mostly be editing details that make the book seem less like it was written by an amateur, so the story progression won't at all change — I plan on also hiring people to format Book 1 and eventually Book 2 into legit e-reader and paperback formats. I know, I know...

"Greedy author, have you no shame?" 

Honestly, I want to follow pirate aba's style of keeping everything free, and I will. I'm not going to enter a contract with Webnovel or paywall chapters through kindle. However, for the people who for whatever reason want to have a kindle or physical copy of this (current dumpster fire of a) novel, I want it to at least be possible. There's also the benefit of gaining new readers through Amazon this way which is always a plus. 

Like the G.O.A.T. pirate aba — check out her (I think it's a her) book The Wandering Inn — I'll keep all the chapters on Webnovel and Royalroad free. Though the ******* thing will still be in effect at least until I finish the series or whatever.

-Since I'm rewriting the novel for the most part, I'll make more announcements as I continue updating the novel; meaning adding on to the story (Chapter 219, 220, etc...)

Unless it becomes too annoying and people request against it, I'll be adding "Revised" to Chapters that have been, well... revised.

-I'm going to be having some polls on RoyalRoad on a couple important things as I start getting back into the grind of updating this novel.

Namely: Should I change the name of the novel? If so, to what? What would you guys like the book cover to look like? Should I change the name of the Books/Arcs? 

That is all for now. So... I guess this is Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Years all in one?

A seemingly random instance of character creation on the deep dark web changes the life of a socially inept and insufferable game addict, Adrian, in more ways than he could ever have fathomed.

A transformation and pact with a Goddess force him out of his comfortable lifestyle as the wastrel son of billionaire parents.

Entered in the Cataclysm, an apocalyptic battle royale for the Chosen of Sponsor Gods and Goddess, with his life effectively changed into that of a game character, Adrian has to confront underground Secret Societies, Magic, Cultivation, and change dramatically if he is to have the slightest chance of survival.

With Book 2 done, here comes the shamelessness...
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"What should we do? Shall we go ahead or go back?" asked Smoke feeling proud of her team who choose to maintain their rationality and kept calm while completely believing her even after such a chaotic revelation.
After hearing everything, another question was if they should find out more or should they come back with a precise plan. Not only because of the dangers that the mission would make them face but mainly because there were many innocent people who they had to rescue. Their one single uncalculated step will not only cost their team but also cost many other people their lives. 

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"Go ahead" everyone spoke at the same time while Zhi Xin said, "Go back."
Smiling Smoke answered while looking at Zhi Xin, "5 v/s 1 not possible, my group say's go ahead."
"It's dangerous." warned Zhi Xin as he was aware that they are practically walking into a tiger's den which was already laid with traps to catch them.
"We love danger's " answered Fire.
"Playing with danger's is our specialty" added Sugar
"We practically eat, sleep, and dream danger's " added Red
Looking at Zhi Xin not saying anything further smoke started speaking and informing about the strategy,
"Step1- call reinforcements- chile. Make sure we have enough medical supplies and space to take the injured back with us.
step 2- hack both the cameras and figure out the number and condition of people we could rescue. Make sure to store the data, it will be useful.
step 3- We will follow the same pattern for entering while the pattern will shift while exiting. Entering, I will go ahead, Fire and Red side to side, Sugar will follow. Chile will make sure reinforcements arrive on time. During exit, Sugar will lead, Red and Fire will maintain Side to Side, I will follow.
step 4- make sure everyone is safe and sound
step 5-blast the entire place.
Any opinion?" Asked Smoke after she finished instructing.
"No" "Yes" came the voices of everyone. While everyone said No Zhi Xin was the one who said Yes.
Looking at Zhi Xin Smoke was waiting for him to explain while giving him a look saying -care-to-explain-.
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On their wedding night, 
Zhi Ruo was scared and nervous, sitting  on the bed she was awaiting her husband since hours. 
"This is the first time I will be meeting him... Shall I run away? Anyway he will not be able to find me, afterall who marries without meeting even once" 
The door opened and a handsome man entered:
Qing Shan moved towards the bed with a steady pace that was neither hurried nor slow.
Zhi Ruo: What ae you doing?
Qing Shan: What a husband should do.......


Since getting married, the almighty boss became a wife slave and everyone was filled with limitless dog food.

Nonetheless, Yu Chu had no idea of the situation at Zhou Shijie's side. He was very happy now and was talking to the people behind him delightedly. 
"Let's share the cost and eat the All-Fish Banquet today. The banquet isn't available during normal times," said Yu Chu. 
"I know. It is because there are lots of rules in Boss Yuan's restaurant." It was a thin man approximately as old as Yu Chu. 
He was really very thin. Seeing his waist, even Jiang Changxi would feel inferior. It was definitely less than 60cm. His complexion was good and he looked white and clean with a pair of light eyebrows. When he talked, he liked raising his eyebrows. 
"It seems that you have done good homework, Li Zi," said Yu Chu contentedly. 
"Of course. I have been leafing through the information about this place since I was on CHR. I browsed through the Most Delicious Dishes In Yuan Zhou's Restaurant and the Ten Cancers In Yuan Zhou's Restaurant," the person called Li Zi raised his eyebrows and said. 
"Well, you did a good job. But the piece of Queuing Instructions on the Internet is still worth reading." Yu Chu suggested. 
"Yeah, sure. I also read the Detailed Explanations Of All Ingredients and the Collection of Directions," Li Zi said confidently. 
The two people talked seriously as if they had read some extraordinary books. More importantly, they discussed the content with a show of seriousness as if there were doing academic research. 
Actually, these books were all collections of various information about Yuan Zhou's restaurant, which were sorted out by a nameless professional on the Internet. And each of them appeared to be quite professional. 
Both the typesetting and proofreading were rigorous. Therefore, they simply could be printed and published directly. 
As the business time was approaching closer and closer, the two people began to check if they could eat the dishes at the first time. 
"We are early today, so we could probably go inside with the second group. It was a perfect time," Yu Chu nodded his head and said. 
"It looks that way. The first group could be 12 people and we are the 15th and 16th one. So we can definitely make the first group," said Li Zi. 
"Hua La." Yuan Zhou pulled the door open five minutes before the business time commenced. 
"Hello, boss." Zhou Jia greeted him obediently. 
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then returned to the kitchen. 
Just when Yuan Zhou turned around, a prompting message of the system suddenly sounded. 
The system displayed, "The mission of Exemplary Restaurant has been completed. Host, please accept the reward." 
Yuan Zhou paused for a while and then said, "I see." 
After saying these words inwardly, Yuan Zhou didn't make any sound. He began to stir-fry the side dishes in silence. 
Five minutes passed very quickly. Just in a little while, Zhou Jia began to say the usual greeting words outside the restaurant. 
Nowadays, Zhou Jia did her work punctually according to the clock in Yuan Zhou's restaurant. She adjusted her own time almost every day on the basis of the clock in the restaurant just in order to be punctual. 
And the customers also conformed to Yuan Zhou's rules. As soon as Zhou Jia said that, the first twelve customers outside began to flood into the restaurant. So did Master Cheng who waited at the side, of course. 
"Hi, Master Yuan." Master Cheng greeted him. 
In response to Master Cheng's greeting, Yuan Zhou nodded his head, indicating that he heard that. Then, he faced the customers and said earnestly, "Have a seat, please." 
Whenever the customers entered the restaurant, Yuan Zhou greeted them and then returned to his own seat, waiting for Zhou Jia to report orders. 
"Dad, is there only one chef here? Not even a kitchen helper?" As it wasn't time for Zhou Shijie and Zhou Xi to order dishes, Zhou Shijie sat on his seat and couldn't help saying irritably. 
"Sit well." Zhou Shijie knitted his brows. 
On hearing Zhou Shijie's words, Zhou Xi subconsciously stopped shaking his legs and sat upright. 
"How long exactly do we have to wait? There are more than a dozen people and only one chef is cooking here," said Zhou Xi again after a little while. 
"Dad, it's you who tells me to be suspicious about things we don't understand," Zhou Shijie continued immediately when he found Zhou Shijie knitted his brows and revealed a dissatisfied look. 
"So you use this theory over here to go against me?" Zhou Shijie said discontentedly. 
Zhou Xi wanted to say yes, but eventually gave up and lowered his head in disappointment when he saw the extraordinarily serious manner of Zhou Shijie. Recalling the art show held today, however, he thought it was a waste of time to stay here. 
"Wait quietly to eat and then tell me your feelings," said Zhou Shijie when he found his son seemed to surrender. 
"You want me to write a review just because I ate here today?" Zhou Xi pointed at himself and said in surprise. 
That's right. Zhou Xi was frequently taken outside by Zhou Shijie to eat in those tiny restaurants, but none of them could serve better dishes than his father. 
As the son of the chairman of China Chefs' Alliance, he was quite particular about food even if he wasn't able to cook himself. 
Zhou Xi didn't think this tiny restaurant could be any better in this regard. One wouldn't feel the importance of the thing that one had never lacked. 
Why didn't those rich second-generation tycoons take money seriously? That was probably the reason. 
"Of course. He is Yuan Zhou." Zhou Shijie nodded his head deservedly and then signaled Zhou Xi to look at Yuan Zhou in the kitchen. 
"Are you talking about the emerging talented chef?" Zhou Xi's voice sounded to be quite indifferent. 
"Yes, it's him. After you eat his dishes, you will probably change your mind," Zhou Shijie said affirmatively. 
"I will not learn cooking," Zhou Shijie stared at Zhou Shijie's eyes and said, this time. 
"I am not forcing you to learn, but you must know about chefs. You must understand that cooking is an art. It isn't different from the paintings you like," Zhou Shijie said earnestly. 
That's right. Zhou Shijie made great efforts to request for his son to come to eat in Yuan Zhou's restaurant just to change his son's thinking. 
Zhou Xi was probably sick of watching Zhou Shijie cooking in his childhood and thus, he hadn't shown any interest in this occupation since he first had an understanding of the world. He said that a chef was nothing but a person who cooked and besides, he couldn't even make people draw nutrition no matter how well he cooked. 
However tasty the food was, people forgot it very soon. It could neither make people think constantly of it nor make people feel contented inwardly. 
It couldn't make people feel satisfied in spirit. As time passed by, he even felt that eating was just for filling the belly. 
And this was the thought of Zhou Xi. Even if Zhou Shijie had frequently taken Zhou Xi out for various delicacies in order to correct such an extreme concept, that produced little effect. 
"Dad, I don't feel happy when you say so. Eating is just eating. You like eating good food and I can accompany you. However, you can't compare cooking with my beloved paintings," said Zhou Xi with a solemn expression. 
"Cooking is what I always love," said Zhou Shijie. 
"Yeah, it's naturally your beloved thing, but cooking is nothing special. You are a chef and must be very clear about that. It's easy to cook delicious food, but drawing isn't that easy at all," said Zhou Xi. 
"Very easy to cook delicious food? All right. I hope you won't ask me to bring you here to eat again after you eat this meal today," Zhou Shijie said affirmatively. 
"Don't worry. That won't happen," said Zhou Xi, "Absolutely not." 
Just when the father and son were debating, Zhou Jia came up to them to take their orders. 


In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
---Michelin Guide
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