Einver Cruz is the new assistant of Dra. September Sobejana, a professional Psychologist in McNamara Hospital. Kakaiba para sa kaniya ang unang pagkikita nilang dalawa pero mukhang wala lang iyon sa dalaga. She acted like he was just an ordinary man that can't make her take a second look.. but as for him, he also don't care. UNTIL suddenly.. DEATH welcomes them like a crazy psychopath.

"I'm a Psychologist.. but I don't want to understand that emotions in the eyes of yours"

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This book is a collection of stories and poems circling around love that leaves you with a sensational urge to fall irredeemably in love, heartbreaks that break the door knob to the doctor's for a stitch, motivation that inspires a modification of psychology to become better, and a road map to humanity; the one true thing that matters.

3 days have passed after Alexandra met Alexander, her father. Still no visit from the black rascal, Harrison himself.



Alexandra remained inside the library indulging herself in a sea of books. The palace, as usual, was peaceful and quiet. When Diana, Claire, Mari, Yulli and the other maids learned that Alexandra got lost while picking flowers and I ended up inside the Emperor's Palace—she only tells Diana about him threatening her though and she somehow got mad and freaked out— they got worried, very, very worried. Alexandra was also worried for herself, she was bothered for Alexander's next move, will he throw a test again and threaten? Will he kill her? Thoughts like those kept her awake at night that's why she would bring books with her when going back to her room. Although there are books inside her room, it's not what she needed.



Right now, she is currently reading a book about health, doesn't know why she did it but she just has to. It all contains diseases in the heart, brain, muscles and such which made her bored that she placed it down and looked for another book. A book caught her attention, 'Psychology' was the title and it screams the topic or what are the contents of the book. She immediately took it and opened it to the first page and read it. It was an introduction about the mind and psychology. She was focused and interested in the book that Diana knocked at the library's door multiple times which Alexandra didn't hear or notice that's why Diana is standing in front of her worried. "I thought you suddenly fainted, young miss," Diana said and heaved a sigh of relief. Alexandra smiled at her.



"Why are you here, Diana?" Alexandra asked in a gentle voice. Diana opened her mouth to speak, her voice was polite and gentle at the same time, "I brought cookies for you, and they are just newly baked." Diana said and placed down a plate of cookies from the black tray she was holding. "Thank you," Alexandra answered and she grabbed a cookie and took a bite from it. The cookie tasted delicious and she made a delightful face, "I love this!" Alexandra said and smiled widely at Diana who smiled back at her also. "I'm glad you like it, young miss," Diana said and looked behind her for a moment. Alexandra who kept munching on the cookie she was holding looked at Diana.


"I still have many things to do. I'll be taking my leave now, young miss. May you receive Queenilia's glory." Diana bid her goodbye as she bowed. When she finished her sentence, she lifted her head and turned around as she did, walking towards the wooden door of the library, swung it open and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Alexandra went back to reading while eating the cookie Alexandra baked for her being careful to not leave any crumbs on the floor.


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By the time evening came, Alexandra was called by Yulli to go downstairs because it's time for dinner. Alexandra went down 2 floors along with Yulli and they walked towards the dining room. The menu for today's dinner is meat. Alexandra took a seat at the chair on the far end of the table. She started to eat with the sound of her fork, spoon, and plate clashing with each other making an annoyingly loud sound was the only thing heard throughout the whole time inside the room.


Alexandra went back to her room with Diana behind her. When she entered inside, Diana immediately went towards the bathroom to ready the bath for her while Alexandra waited at the couch. "The bath is ready. You can enter now, young miss." Diana said when she came out. Alexandra got down from the couch and walked towards the bathroom to take a bath took 15 minutes along with the changing of clothes that took 5 minutes.


Alexandra walked towards her bed and climbed up and laid down, staring at the ceiling with a bored face. Diana tucked her in as always and asked if she should sing her a lullaby or tell her a story but Alexandra declined to say that she's already sleepy and it would be useless if she would tell her a story or sing her a lullaby. "Is that so? Goodnight and sweet dreams, young miss." Diana said while caressing her cheek and patted her head before she walked towards the door and turned off the lights, the moonlight is the only source of her light inside the room now. Diana stepped outside and closed the door gently behind her. Alexandra heaved a sigh and sat up.


Her being sleepy was a lie, she was bothered about something and she wants to think about it. Honestly, it bothered her for 3 days already after the meeting with Alexander. Will Alexander ignore her presence after he let her live? Will he kill her at a certain age? Will he forget that she exists? Will he think of her as her daughter and will not kill her? Will he love her that he will not kill her? The thought of him loving her was something out of this world, maybe. That's because, first of all, she was like the black sheep or the source of all bad luck (that's what they say) and lastly, when he mentioned her full name, he didn't mention her surname which was Everly. He refused to give his surname to a person like her.



However, if there is a method or way to soften his heart and love her so that he will not kill her and just live inside the palace's walls, she will be delightful to know. Aside from that, she also has 4 brothers and she met one only, his name was Christian but he was kind, gentle and sweet, unlike his father who was cold and expressionless. Maybe he got it from their mother but who knows, Alexandra didn't meet her mother because she died as soon as she was born into this world. Alexandra looked at her right side, where a book placed on top of the drawer is located. Since it was dark because the lights were turned off, Alexandra didn't take the book and read it. Diana warned her to not read books in the dark or it will damage your eyes.



Alexandra heaved a sigh of relief and decided to remove the blankets placed on top of her and got down of the bed. She wore her slippers and walked towards the balcony door and slid it open as she stepped outside. The cold air embraced her body making her shiver. Winter is coming, it's normal for the air to become this cold, she thought to herself and walked towards the railings of the balcony. She could see everything here, the wistalia trees glowing and a small glow coming from the fireflies underneath. The cold breeze gently caressed her skin, "It's so cold…" She mumbled to herself. Where is Harrison? He hasn't visited me for a month already. I wonder if he's doing alright, she thought to herself and imagined Harrison just sleeping in class or showing off his 'oh-so-called' majestic and amazing skills.



Alexandra turned around and went back inside unable to endure the cold, she closed the door behind her. She walked towards her bed and was about to lay down when she heard a voice, a voice she wanted to hear for a long time, a voice which she missed.



"Why are you awake?" She was startled because of the sudden voice. She immediately turned around hoping that it wasn't just her mind playing tricks with her. But sadly, it was all a hallucination. Her smile faded and she had a gloomy look on. She turned her head around and her eyes met a pair of attractive crimson red eyes. T-This…


"How are you doing lately, idiot?" This black hair, this crimson red eyes, this bored expression, this pale yet attractive face, it's him, it's no doubt it's him! With a wide smile, Alexandra called out to his name, her name beaming with joy and happiness. 


"Harrison!" He was standing in front of her.

When Alexandra opened her eyes, she suddenly became a princess?!


She was hit by a truck and born once again as a baby, aside from that, she can remember her previous life.


But she wasn't like the other princess who gets to be with their family. She was a princess yet to be announced and being observed. She was born in a supposedly all-males only bloodline and they think she was a curse or bad luck. Her brothers and father hated her.


Out of all things in her life, she never expected this to happen.


Watch Alexandra as she conquers the heart of her brothers and softens the stone heart of the emperor with her charm and go through the journey of her new life as she slowly uncovered and revealed everything.

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"What did I ever do wrong in my past life?!"


"Everything." He answered.


"..."


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In the next day, Kosuke was considering whether or not he would join the club. They seemed to be nice guys, and Kosuke was slowly getting hooked up on literature. He had realized if it was the "old" him he would just ignore that argument they had back in the class about the book. He could see that he changed a little bit in the way he acted. Was it because of her sister? Perhaps.
He woke up by the voice of his sister again.

"Wake up. It's time for school.", she said.

"Ok, I'll get dressed.", he said.

He got the school uniform on, and went downstairs where a delicious breakfast was waiting for him. He spaced out again, thinking whether or not he should join the club, because if he did he would be spending less time with his sister, as he had to be in club for at least a hour or so after school.
Ayaka realized that he spaced out and wanted to know what was on his thoughts so she could help him.

"What's going on, Kosuke?", she asked.

"Nothing.", he tried to hide.

"Kosuke, are you trying to hide from me?", she asked, slightly mad.

"Well…", he mumbled.

"Say it.", Ayaka said, patting his head.

"I met yesterday a group of people that were talking about a book I bought like a week ago. And I made my opinion about the book before I realized. Then they said they were from the literature club and we started talking about novels and introduced ourselves before we know it. Then they invited me to come take a look at the club, and even consider joining them.", Kosuke said.

"Well, why not?", Ayaka asked.

"I would need to be in school until later, in the end of classes and I'm not too much into literature.", Kosuke said.

"It's not required to be into literature, it's just that you need to like it. And from what I understood, you do. And being a hour or so more late wouldn't bother, I mean it would even help you.", Ayaka advised.

"But…", Kosuke mumbled.

"It's okay, besides I'm happy that you finally got some friends to talk with. Before, you were a lone wolf.", Ayaka said, with a slightly grin at the end.

"Sis...", Kosuke mumbled in embarrassment.

Kosuke realized now that there was no reason for him to worry about. He could just go to literature club if he wanted.
He grabbed his school bag and went to school.
 
The morning classed passed on, fast it was time for lunch.
In front of him there was the group of literature club. 
They looked to Kosuke.

"So have you thought about joining us?", Sakura asked.

"Yeah, here is the entering request papers.", Kosuke said.

"Okay, I'll be taking it then.", said Sakura getting the papers.

"Are you the club president?", Kosuke asked.

"Yeah… In the first day those two couldn't stop arguing…", said Sakura looking at the other two boys with a slightly mad face.

"I'll be looking forward to the club.", Kosuke said.

The classes ended before Kosuke even realized. It was time for going to the literature club. Sakura, Shinoda and Saito were waiting for him. They all went together to the club, as they were from the same class. Sakura got a board to start what it seemed like a meeting in a firm. She wrote "Romcom vs Rom". 

"Romcom, what's your opinion about them?", asked Sakura.

"A more easy way to do romance.", said Yosuke.

"A more comedic approach to romance.", said Kazuya.

"I'm not sure, I never read one.", Kosuke said.

"Don't mind that genre it's just a bad romance put in a book.", Yosuke said, disconsiderating the work put in those books.

"Yosuke!", Kazuya said, fuming.

"You two calm down…", Sakura warned them.

Kosuke could see that was common for those two have fights. They had different taste that would eventually lead to different opinions. The rest of the first day in the club carried on. Sakura recommended Kosuke a romance book, so he could get a better and more informed opinion about literature. 
Back in Kosuke's home, Ayaka was bored, twiddling her thumbs, but still happy that her brother got friends to talk. It was a bittersweet feeling that she was having.
Sakura asked to Kosuke stay a little bit more, so she could talk to him about something, in private. Kosuke made a parallelism about the scene that happened in the romance that he read. Was she going to confess him? But she just met him… Impossible, he thought.
Sakura realized the embarrassment he had, so she decided to rag him.

"I wanted to ask you…", she said making a pause on her words.

Sakura got a moment and took a breath to make it look like a confession scene.
Kosuke was complete caught up in the atmosphere. He got deceived.

"If you are Okamoto-sensei's brother.", Sakura said, completely destroying the climax she created. 
 
Kosuke felt relieved, for some reason.

"I am.", he said, sighing.

"How is she doing? I saw her falling in ground, she looked stressed.", she said, worried about her.

"Well she is better now, but she's taking a break from teaching.", Kosuke said.

"What happened to her?", Sakura asked, with a wholesome worry in her eyes.

"Stress, and anxiety, you know, psychology stuff…", Kosuke said.

"I accidentally seen your address it isn't too far away from my home… Can I go say hi to her?", Sakura said.

"«accidentally», oi! Come if you want…", Kosuke said.

So that's what they did, after a long walk and a train ride, they got to Kosuke's home were Ayaka awaited him. She got surprised that one of their students came to visit her. They talked for an hour or so, about literature and how the school was doing. Eventually, Sakura had to go.
Ayaka realized that Kosuke was in a good group were he could find good friends. She was happy, but still worried, for some reason. She been only thinking about his brother. And the happiness and the smile Sakura made to Kosuke was making her slightly mad and envious, she didn't knew why, though.

An high school student by the name of Okamoto Kosuke was a person whom often distances himself from the world around him. He lives with his sister named Okamoto Ayaka, who is a teacher and does the exact opposite of him

SBC News Headquarters was located in the inner zone of the city. Matching its reputation as the number one media corporation in the city, the headquarters occupied a twenty storied building.
The employees working at SBC took great pride in their career field.
News had the power to destroy the hard build reputation. Similarly, a single scandal was enough to ruin a company.
In a way, news channels were perhaps more powerful than mutant abilities! After all, the mutants couldn't use their powers as they please due to the laws. But news channels were different!
On the 18th floor, a group of ten employees stared at two computer screens. On one screen, the news about Kiba becoming a father was displayed. On the other, the real-time TRP ratings of the channel were projected.
This group consisted of high-ranking members of the channel. Naturally, the TRP ratings mattered to them since it directly affected their pay. As they observed the screen, smiles bloomed on their faces. The TRP ratings were soaring!
"Daniel and Sarah have outdone themselves once again!" a female official said with reverence.
"Indeed, the TRP is great! It has even surpassed entertainment channels!" a male official exclaimed.
"Sarah truly knows what type of news sells!" another female official added. The information about Sarah buying the source of 'breaking news' was a secret known only to the core members.
"Daniel is amazing as well. He has prepared the news script himself," another official chimed in.
It was no easy feat for a news channel to surpass the TRP of entertainment channels but now their channel has achieved that. So how could they be not proud of Daniel and Sarah for knowing the nerve of the public?!
"Truly, scandals always sell!"
Especially if it involved a married woman that resulted in pregnancy. And presenting the scandal in an innovative way could turn it into a lifetime product!
"We should be grateful to Kiba for his womanizing habit otherwise we wouldn't have this scandal!" a male officer joked. Inside his heart, he cursed the gods for giving Kiba such enviable luck with women.
"Agatha deserves credit as well for being a slut!" a female employee remarked. Her expression denoted how she despised women like Agatha for having an extramarital affair.
"Haha, I'm sure Agatha won't be able to show her face to the public," a male employee said. He wanted to get on the good side of the female employee so he took her side.
"She deserves it!" the female employee from before added with a smile. 
"Daniel would be extremely pleased as well with the progress our channel is making!" a female employee wearing glasses remarked. She tried to change the topic since she wasn't comfortable with negative remarks against Agatha.
"Of course! Daniel would be dancing with joy!"
"True. If I was Daniel then I would be celebrating! "
The group nodded while their gaze unconsciously passed to the office room nearby. It was the office of Daniel.
The male employees casted envious looks. Daniel had a stunning wife in the form of Sarah, and knowing that, they turned jealous. 
"Daniel is a good husband as well!" A female employee exclaimed. Women liked successful men and Daniel has gone a step ahead by being a perfect gentleman.
"I want to have a good husband like Daniel as well," another female said.
Just then a loud bang sound came from Daniel's office.
*BANG*
The group was dumbstruck as they saw a table crashing out of the office window. Not only the window broke, even the wall nearby showed signs of cracking! 
"MOTHERFUCKER! I DON'T WANT TO BE A GOOD HUSBAND!!" Daniel thundered so loudly that the floor violently trembled.
The group was shocked. Just a few seconds ago, they felt Daniel would be celebrating in joy, but now... He definitely wasn't happy!
Just what happened?
And what did he mean by not wanting to be a good husband?!
The female employees were even more shocked. They had praised him for his gentleman's behavior!
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Inside the office room, Daniel huffed in anger. He couldn't control his anger any longer so he vented it on the furniture.
He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the virtual screen where Kiba's holographic image was projected.
A minute ago Kiba has said: "If you love your wife then don't bind her in the shackles of marriage! Allow her to have the happiness she has always craved for!"
Like that wasn't enough humiliating, Kiba went a notch higher by asking: "You want to be a good husband, right?"
Good husband?!?
Fuck! I don't want to be a good husband if it means becoming a cuckold! What type of man I would be if I let my wife sleep with another man?!?
He felt a type of humiliation he has never suffered in his entire life. He was a respectable media tycoon in Delta City but now this wife hunter stated his intentions of turning him into a cuckold!
The most annoying part was that this wife hunter pretended it was for his well being!
By saying his wife's happiness relied on him being a cuckold!
This bastard wanted to sleep with his wife so that she can feel the happiness she has always been craving for! Just what type of happiness was that?!?
Sure, I want to be a good husband who keeps his wife happy, but I don't want to give my wife this type of happiness!
This happiness would kill me!
Daniel wanted to retort, but he didn't know how to respond because Kiba's words technically made sense! He didn't want to admit, but there was logic in Kiba's words, no matter how outlandish!
If one gets tired of having the same food and wearing the same clothes then what about having only one lover throughout life?!?
Son of a bitch! Why am I thinking his words make sense!?!
I don't want to become a cuckold!
If it was possible, he wanted to strangle Kiba but he knew the image in front of him was nothing but a virtual projection created by the telecommunication device. 
He tried to calm himself but failed after seeing the relaxed attitude of Kiba. His blood started boiling again.
"I swear I will kill you if you made a single move on my wife!" Daniel blurted out a warning.
"How disappointing for you to not appreciate kindness," Kiba responded in a disappointed tone.
"Kindness?!?" Daniel was just going crazy thinking about the kindness Kiba wanted to offer.
"You might not want to become a good husband but I will make sure you become a good husband!" Kiba declared, ignoring Daniel's warning.
A man might want to commit suicide but how can a sage allow that to happen? Similarly, a husband might not want to become a cuckold but how could Kiba allow that?
It was the duty of a sage to save lives, and similarly, Kiba felt he has a duty to make every man (with a beautiful wife) into a cuckold.
It was a sense of responsibility! It was a mission he lived for!
How can Kiba back off from his holy duty because of Daniel's threats? 
"Anyways, I will make sure to send you some good video clips for your entertainment!" Kiba added as he ended the call. "Wait for them!"
Video clips?!?
Daniel almost coughed up a mouthful of blood thinking about the content of those clips...
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Kiba was calm. A smile was visible on his face as if he has succeeded in something big.
[[Congratulations, sir.]] As an advanced artificial intelligence, Claudia could understand the psychology of humans and knew why her master gave a 'courtesy call' to Daniel.
"Congratulations?" Kiba asked.
[[You have successfully baited Daniel. Since you have succeeded, congratulations are in order.]]
"Hehe, thanks. To be honest, Daniel was much easier to bait then I thought."
[[That is all thanks to the infamy you have.]] Claudia said without mercy.
"Hey! You are giving the credit to my fame but I have done hard work to achieve it!" 
[[Sir, I used the word infamy and not fame.]] Claudia corrected him.
Kiba's mouth twitched. He knew she was referring to his reputation of having affairs with married women. It was known to almost everyone in the city that he had affairs with the wives of top executives in the city. People knew he hadn't spared even the daughters and wives of government officials.
This reputation was infamy and hardly anyone would doubt his skill in seducing a woman married or not.
What others don't know was that sometimes Kiba used his reputation as a weapon. If an ordinary person told Daniel that he would cuckold him... chances were Daniel wouldn't believe that person nor give any importance to the threat.
The reason was simple: A marriage was founded on love. Not anyone was capable of ruining that holy bond.
But Kiba? He has the reputation of destroying even the best of marriages! He has affairs with women who were madly in love with their husbands and yet they succumbed to the temptation!
This was why during the conversation, Daniel didn't say words like "no one can break my marriage", nor words like "my marriage is too strong to be destroyed".
The reason was not that he didn't trust his wife. Instead, it was because he believed Kiba has the ability to have an affair with his wife.
The truth was Kiba could have seduced Sarah even without baiting Daniel. He only baited Daniel in order to make him feel suffocated.
This conclusion would become a demon in his heart, and he would always be haunted by it. He would start doubting his wife and become suspicious of her from even normal matters! This, in turn, would create a small spark in the marriage!
[[If conditions are right, a small spark can turn into a mighty flame that burns everything!]] 
"I have to make the conditions right for my next step," Kiba said with a sigh. He wasn't the type of person who would force himself on a woman so he has to make favorable conditions for the woman to fall.
Making a married woman consent to an affair was a difficult process. It required time and patience.
"Claudia, start finding out which 'category' Sarah belongs to," Kiba ordered.
[[Understood.]]
Claudia knew what category her master was talking about: Type of marriage a woman was in.
After years of trial and error, Kiba has made a category classification that would help him in his hunt. He has basically divided the marriage into three categories :
1. Broken marriage - The woman was unhappy with the marriage. It could be due to a variety of reasons such as monetary, dull sex life, etc. Kiba found women in this category easy to seduce.
2. Adventurous marriage - The woman was looking for fun outside the marriage. She might be happy with the marriage but she wanted fun. Kiba believed this category was difficult to handle as the woman looking for fun might have conditions of her own. She wouldn't have the affair with any tom dick and harry. This category was the reason Kiba decided to become a master of all trades.
3. Happy marriage - The women in this category have a blissful married life. They don't need any thrill from outside since they were completely satisfied. This type of woman was the most difficult to seduce.
"I truly hope Sarah doesn't belong to the third category!" Kiba mumbled. "Otherwise I would have a headache with all the plans I need to think!"
[[......]]
"How can the world know the amount of hard work I do for weeks and months just for a day of pleasure!" Kiba complained. Only he knew how difficult his job was.
[[Sir, you are shameless.]] Claudia remarked.
She has a free thought process and wasn't restricted in many ways. So she would often make brutal but honest observations.
Kiba was startled. How can anyone call him shameless? That too by someone who knew him the best!
"Claudia, your words have hurt me!"
[[Sir, you plan to cuckold someone but your behavior is like you are doing the poor cuckold a favor. You are now even complaining about your 'job'.]]
"Ah well...you wouldn't understand since you are not a human!"
[[Understand what ?]] Claudia was surprised.
Since she managed an advanced research lab, she has studied every book about human psychology. Not only that but she has also studied research materials based on live experiments on humans. So she was confident in her ability to understand human psychological behavior.
"Responsibility!" Kiba answered in a solemn tone.
[[Responsibility? ]] Claudia couldn't understand how the shameless behavior of her master and the word 'responsibility' were connected.
As far as she was concerned, there was an infinite distance between her master and responsibility.
"Yes, I feel a sense of responsibility in what I do. A human must take pride in what he does, no matter the job because it involves responsibility! And feeling burdened by responsibility is a natural response of humans! " Kiba explained with a straight face.
Claudia was silent as she analyzed his words.
"Do you now understand?" Kiba asked her.
[[Yes, sir. I have understood that you are more shameless than I ever thought.]]
".................."
[[I wonder if you will ever feel burdened by your shameless behavior.]]
"................."


In the age of mutants and technology, everyone is after power and eternal life, but Kiba lives for his dreams of lust and vanity.

A man on a mission to live the life to the fullest. 

The tale of the legendary Wife Hunter whose very name terrifies husbands around the globe.

This is the story of the devil who does as his heart pleases, unafraid of the labels of good and evil.

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Entangled in the schemes of two-faced government, a futuristic divided world, and a holy mission of his own, follow Kiba's journey of sins!

(Note: The starting 20 chapters are very short and slow paced. The main story starts from the 30s so please give it a try till then ^_^  You can rest assured the novel has a good plot besides the R-18 elements ^.^)

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King Astopheles walked alongside Stelios on one of his routine morning walks. To think that he was well beyond sixty. Soon it would be up to Maxwell to claim his throne. Words could not express his anticipation for that day. The day when he would give up his throne and return to the Academy and continue researching. Seems like such a long time ago now. Reading all the great classics such as The River of Nishandra, which tells the story of the city of Nishandra being consumed by its own citizens as they all kill each other, and the streets are filled with so much blood that they drown the city itself and now there is a river where the city used to be. It was a great allegory involving the use of psychology, ethics, and geography. Or perhaps The Usurper where Okam kills his father and mother, rapes his sister, and forces his subjects to engage in various sexual acts. It involved the study of power dynamics, and sexual studies. There was also The Fall of Magdros where King Magdros commits suicide in order to find true happiness. That one was always his favorite. After all only a dead man experience true happiness.

"Ah sir don't forget you have to sign off on the new child policy." Said Stelios waking him up from his daydream.

"Right... Ah remind me which one was it again?"

Stelios sighed. "The one where we up the testing standards sir."

"Right. How many failures?"

"Thirty two sir. Relax we've already gotten rid of them."

"That's certainly lower than last time."

"Yes well Maxwell suggested we add Qassem to the required reading list."

"Qassem? Qassem?" Astopheles pondered from where he remembered that name. Then it came to him Memories of Ugerna, From Pasterix to Wenmar, The Sickness of Life. "Ah yes I remember now... Has it really been that long?"

"Yes it has sir. Part of getting old sir."

Astopheles chuckled. "Word of advice Stelios avoid getting old."

"I'll try sir."

As he and his aide walked along the edge of the city looking at the surrounding mountains in every direction he noticed a boy looking outwards. The boy turned and met his eyes. He smiled weakly and coughed a bit. His face seemed familiar somehow.

"Stelios do I know him?"

"He was the outsider who paid for the doctors."

"Ah yes that's right." Astopheles saw Hekate keeping an eye on him from afar.

"It's not everyday I get to meet royalty." Said the boy.

"It's pretty common around here. I like coming out for air. Helps me think."

"About the good old days?"

Astopheles smiled. "Yeah, but that is a long time ago."

"I don't know about that for some people their best years are still ahead of them."

"I suppose that is true. How goes your treatment?"

"At this point there is nothing your doctors can do for me. I... I'm already dead." The boy smiled at that last phrase.

"They say only a dead man can experience true happiness after all."

"Polaph, Fall of Magdros right?"

"You know it?" Astopheles asked.

"Life is a sickness and death is the only cure."

"Magdros when he kills his pregnant wife."

"It's one of my favorites, but not my number one."

"And which one is that?"

The boy smiled. "I can't quite remember the name of it."

"Then tell me about it. Perhaps I've read it."

"Oh I doubt it, but very well then. This is the story of a boy, a question, a door, and a room."

Astopheles thought of all the books that he read containing any of the following descriptions. None came to mind that did. "I can't seem to recollect any books detailing such a narrative."

"It's fine." The boy then chuckled. "I doubt with the way it was supposed to be written that it would have been popular anyways."

"Supposed to be?" Astopheles thought. He did not know then if it meant that the book had been written. Or perhaps it was, but was ultimately scrapped.

"In any case the boy goes through many trials and tribulations. Along the way he makes various friends, and makes some really dangerous enemies. He obtains power beyond any imagination. The kind of power that could save worlds or destroy them. However, for the boy that is not enough. He wants to share his strengty, but there is a price for such things."

"If power is shared people who should not have such power either abuse it or are too stupid to use it."

"Precisely just like the democratic experiment in Ulammar."

"The price you mentioned what was it?" Asked Astopheles.

The boy paused for a moment and hummed thinking about how to respond to the king's question. "Have you ever read Art Beyond Life by Chenisetz?"

"His dissertation regarding the meaning and value of life. In the end he concludes that life itself has no intrinsic value, and therefore man becomes a critic to nature's art. They gleam meaning from nature."

"I would go so far as to say that they extrapolate more than just 'meaning' from nature. For why does the biologist study the creatures of Eris if not to understand their functions?"

"The book Khemmelian by Design by Windar where he argues that Khemmel made all lesser beings imperfect and limited compared to him out of vanity. However, when Windar writes one cannot take away that he writes more like an art critic than a biologist." Retorted the boy.

"Truly, now then what does any of this have to do with our conversation?"

"Quite simple my king ever met an artist that could handle criticism?"

"I have not, but Khemmel is dead. He remains dead. And Gaeric killed him. There is no artist to whine about. The critic killed the artist."

"And so the critic became the artist. All hail King Gaeric! As they say. In some ways it's poetic. A person who fails to become an artist becomes a critic."

Astopheles raised a brow. "Except that Gaeric made no works of art. Nothing on the scale of Khemmel."

The boy let out a coy smile. "Corrax and by extension the Sovereigns..." The boy turned to meet Hekate's gaze from afar. "They too are works of art. Many generals would argue that there is an art to war. By replacing the Divines Gaeric made fallible mortals into works of art."

"So it is a power play. Gearic has taken over the discourse and put herself in charge."

"Power does not exist in a vacuum my king, but in relations between individuals and groups of people. As long as there are two power will always be manifested in some way. When Gaeric killed the Divines that was the critic exerting her power over the artist."

"That's all well and good, but what does this have to do with the story of the boy sharing power?"

"Now, now all in good time my king now that we have established the relations of power and nature we must now figure out strength."

"Strength?" Asked Astopheles.

"Indeed. Strength exists in two forms natural and unnatural. Natural strength comes from within. Like a warrior trains their skill in combat they subject themselves to all manner of training to improve their craft. Unnatural strength comes from without. Like an old man using any and all forms of aphrodisiacs to find some motivation."

"And what of leaders then? Is their strength not unnatural since they depend on others?"

"On the one hand their charisma inspires others, and so a strength that is natural to them is used. However, because they rely on others it is unnatural."

"A paradox."

"Hardly." The boy retorted. "Sacrifice. Pain. Suffering. The charismatic leader will see many of their friends die in order to accomplish their goals. Charisma blends both natural and unnatural strengths together. Thus it is here that I shall continue the story of the boy. The strength that he wished to share with his friends came at a terrible price."

"Did he kill his friends?" Asked Astopheles.

The boy smiled. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves my king. The door that leads inside the room asks but a simple question."

"That being?"

"What would you do to get yourself in there? What would you sacrifice? For many people the price is hardly the same as is the answer."

"So what was it? What did he do?"

"He... Killed his friends, wife, and daughter. Save for one."

"Why spare the one?"

"In order to have everything you must be willing to sacrifice everything. As to why he spared the one... Well... The room reveals something truly magnificent."

"That being?"

"You." The boy then coughed again. He inspected the palm of his hand and saw blood. He sighed. "For now I must take my leave."

"Perhaps another time then?"

The boy smiled. "I'd appreciate it."

"Sir we have to meet with Maxwell." Added Stelios.

"Of course let's go."

Hekate saw the boy approach him. "You know who I'am?"

"Orsinius. You were made Sovereign Knight Hekate."

"Do not play games with me."

The boy smiled then his face changed. The boy raised a finger and the nail grew into a sharp blade. He cut his face down the middle revealing the single eye.

"You! Why?"

"This way is more fun."

"We fight together. We die together." These are the words legionnaires abide by, and for Onyx and his team these are the rules of the world in which they live in. Battle cries, arrows whistling in the wind, steel hitting steel, death. This is the world of Eris where only the strongest survive. A world plunged in constant war between the six countries that make up the world; Dol-Sur, Zul-Aman, Karash, Spyre, Aephon, and Ulammar. Onyx and his team find themselves in the middle of one such war between the mighty Empire of Karash and the Kingdom of Dol-Sur. Read as Onyx and his team struggle to survive in this world where only those with a firm grip on their sword survive.

Togetsu Academy, Rina's house.
Late at night, Rina lay on the bed, reading a comic book with relish.
Di!
The mobile phone placed on her pillow suddenly received a message. Rina frowned and opened her phone; it was a Twitter message from a female comic author friend:
"Hey, Rina, are you free this weekend? Let's go eat Chinese food together!"
The profile photo was a cute girl with golden ponytails.
"Chinese cuisine?" Rina raised her eyebrows. The young girl she knew was not only a painter, but also the daughter of a British diplomat. The two met at a celebrity banquet in the past, and later they gradually knew each other's identity.
No one knew that the 'Tongue of God' of Togetsu's Top Ten had a friend of the same age from a foreign school except for Rina herself and her follower, Feisha.
"Yeah, don't you know that there is a restaurant that is hotly discussed by the otaku tonight. Just in Ameyoko, Taito..."
Seeing this, Rina took a deep breath, and the abominable face appeared in front of her eyes again.
"Is that restaurant called Xia's Chinese Cuisine Restaurant?" She twitched her fingers to send a message.
"Oh, Rina, I thought that you, who's part of the Togetsu's Top Ten, didn't care much about the information of local restaurants."
"…"
Rina was silent until the girl on the opposite side urged her. She hummed and typed hardly, "What sh*t Chinese food, don't go!"
"Rina, your character is really inscrutable." The girl sent a sneering expression. When she was annoyed and intended to sneer at the girl, the girl sent the next text that made her heartbeat jump rapidly.
"I recently finished a short story. Would you like to see it, huh?"
"Short story?"
Thinking about the identity hidden by this friend, Rina blushed.
On the surface, she was the daughter of a British diplomat, a well-known Tokyo celebrity, and also known as debutante, but in fact, she was a deep house lady. She was also a small well-known peer painter on the Internet.
Thinking about the delicate and gorgeous book that she had sent before, Rina unconsciously stirred her legs on the bed, and her eyes were hesitant.
"Do you want it?" There was no response from the opposite side. The girl's tone was impatient.
"No, don't want!" 
"...Really don't want?" said the blonde girl with double ponytails. "You must be honest, Rina! After all, besides cooking, comics and novels are your second hobby! As a painter, I think I have the responsibility of giving you happiness, which will give you more inspiration for cooking!"
"I'm just saying that this short story was painted especially for you. Heehee, you will be pleasantly surprised after reading it!"
Seeing the last message, Rina was curious. Just as she was about to ask, the phone received a new email with a compressed package attachment, more than 20mb in size, which was quite small for a comic picture package.
Pursing her mouth, Rina received the email, skilfully downloaded it, un-compressed it, and opened it with her mobile phone.
"Full color?"
The first picture was very beautiful, giving a stunning sense of visual spike.
The setting sun was falling. The sky was far away, and the cherry blossom petals covered the ground. The surrounding trees were cherry trees. The two girls' limbs were entangled in the cherry blossom petals, and Rina's heartbeat accelerated. She looked carefully and noticed the appearance of the two girls. They were very familiar. She was stunned.
The girl with short red and purple hair was on the bottom, and the girl with long wavy blond hair was on top. She was charming. The girl on the top grabbed the other girl's uniform and tie, and the other hand picked off the other girl's white shirt which had been unbuttoned after she took off her coat. If the girl below was half-covered, then the girl above was too exposed. Her skin was white as snow. Below was a short uniform skirt. The black stockings on the right leg faded to the ankle.
"Hiss..."
Rina was able to see it no matter how stupid she was. The two girls in this picture scene were herself and Feisha!
"This, it's too foul!" Rina's face was as red as an apple. Her heart almost suffocated. She turned off her phone with a snap, gasping heavily in bed. For a while, she bit her teeth. But her body was still very obedient. She unlocked the phone screen again.
Di. The gorgeous style of lesbian pictures once again occupied the mobile phone screen.
This time, Rina grinded her teeth and looked at them.
First, second, third...
A total of eleven.
It was still alright at the beginning. The bolder the content was at the back, which made people's heart stop.
Because it was full color, and it was private self-entertainment, there was no code to describe the indescribable. Rina was dizzy. Her nose was hot, and she seemed to have a nosebleed.
"How is it?" Soon, the female artist with golden double ponytails sent greetings.
"Okay! Very good!" Rina grinded her teeth.
"…"
A luxurious villa on a ramp in Tokyo. 
Late at night, the girl sitting at the painting table holding a mobile phone shivered.
"Don't worry, Rina, it's for internal appreciation only. I will not upload it to the Internet!"
"...Golden retriever, do you want to die?"
From the text Rina sent, the girl could perceive the terrible murderousness, shrinking her neck. "Oh, I know. I will keep the manuscript carefully."
"Whatever. Anyway, if the set of pictures spread to a third person, you know the consequences!"
Rina finished saying it and actively changed the topic.
"I heard that you have made up with your first love recently?"
"What? Who wants to make up with him!"
This time it was the blonde double ponytail girl who was a tsundere.
"Well, it's better not to mix with a group of common people all day. Your primary school and junior high school are public schools, right? Why did you suddenly go to Hakunosaki High School..." 
Late at night, two arrogant girls with similar characters started a long chat.
…
The next day.
Yesterday, the heavy rain in Tokyo made the streets wet. It was a bit cold in the middle of March. But in the morning, the Chinese restaurant deep in the old store street was surrounded by a group of guests.
"It's almost nine o'clock. It hasn't opened yet?"
"Who knows. I came here after reading Mizutani's tweet. Today happens to be Saturday. I'm free, so I can wait."
This group of guests had one common characteristic:
Young!
The younger guests were only 13 or 14 years old, and the oldest were just university students. It could be said that they were all loyal users of NicoNico, and even the fans of Mizutani.
The psychology of fans was easy to understand. Whatever the idols strongly supported, no matter what, they would pay attention, not to mention a Chinese restaurant that was said to be delicious.
In this world of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, 'food' was infinitely elevated, even sacred, and the chef's social status had also risen.
The RB network had recently set off a career discussion craze. People were scrambling to vote. As a result, professional chefs had a shocking number of votes. It was far away from the second and third civil servants and doctors.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

I love colors. I'll say it over and over again: I love colors! They're beautiful. They're stimulating. Sometimes I even think they're magical. I love everything about them, from the power they have to evoke emotions to the subtle yet distinct differences they make in a work of art. But my favorite thing about colors is their symbolism, the way they can be used to hide secrets and hint at details of a bigger picture without drawing focus away from the story at hand.

It's simple enough to use colors in visual art, but what about in writing? Challenging as it may seem, I believe it is possible to create symbolism with words, such as when describing color schemes of character outfits and settings. Color symbolism has fascinated me for as long as I can remember, and while it would take an entire book (or series of books) to get into it all, I'd like to at least scratch the surface today with some of the basics I've picked up throughout my experience researching and implementing meaningful colors in my stories. You may want to consider these tips the next time you set a scene; they can help add a vivid new layer to your story! Enjoy!
Red – Red is a bold and passionate color, often symbolizing such strong ideas and images as courage, fire, power, and violence. It's a color that demands attention, which is why it's commonly used to signify danger. Use red for passionate or aggressive characters, or for any sort of intense scene, whether it's the heat of love or the violence of war.

￼Orange – Not quite passionate and not quite joyful, orange is a middle ground between red and yellow. It symbolizes energy and creativity, and is used in psychology to stimulate enthusiasm and determination. Use orange for adventurous or creative characters, or when you want to paint some vibrant warmth into a scene.

￼Yellow – Yellow is the two-sided coin of colors. On the one hand, it symbolizes happiness, optimism, sunshine, and friendship. On the other hand, it can also stand for cowardice, illness, hazard, and deceit. Golden shades represent wealth and luxury. Use yellow when you want to add hints of joy or caution to a scene. For the best effect, I recommend using yellow ambiguously, such as for characters who seem jubilant and optimistic on the outside but who are fearful or deceitful on the inside.

￼Green – Think of green and you're sure to picture beautiful scenes of nature, complete with lush vegetation as far as the eye can see. Indeed, green is the color of the environment, and it represents such ideas as youth, fertility, health, and rebirth. Abstractly, it also symbolizes jealousy and good luck. Use green for characters associated with natural themes such as environmentalism or the practice of healing, or to hint at fortune or envy in relationships.

￼Blue – Blue is my favorite color because it represents all my favorite things. It's a color that symbolizes intelligence, tranquility, trust, and loyalty. In nature, it's associated with the sky and the sea, and different shades from turquoise to navy can be used to signify sophistication, knowledge, and integrity. Use blue for characters who are more intellectual than emotional, and for settings fitting an atmosphere of calm and authority.

￼Purple – Purple is the color of royalty, and has long represented such themes as nobility, wisdom, honor, and extravagance. Being a relatively rare color in nature, it is often associated with mystery and magic. Lighter shades such as lavender also convey grace and elegance. Use purple as a motif for regal or arrogant characters, mysterious settings, and storylines brimming with fantasy.

￼Pink – A soft complement to the bold red, pink is the color that most famously signifies love and romance. Strongly associated with femininity, it represents tenderness, caring, and acceptance. I myself tend to associate the color pink with flowers. Use pink to add a soothing or feminine quality to a scene, or to signify elements of a romantic subplot.

￼Brown – Brown is well known as an earth tone, and as such tends to represent stability. Common ideas associated with the color brown include simplicity, comfort, and endurance. Use brown when you want to convey a sense of plainness or tenacity in a scene without having to resort to the blatant dullness of gray.

￼Gray – The dull middle ground between white and black, gray is most commonly associated with boredom and depression. On the positive side, it also stands for security, modesty, practicality, and reliability. Use gray for conservative characters or when you want to create a colorless air for a particular setting.

￼White – White is the international color of peace, and is often regarded as a symbol of light, purity, and faith. Some even go as far as to associate it with perfection. Note that white takes on a different meaning in Eastern cultures, where it's associated with death and mourning. Use white when you want to convey innocence in your characters and cleanliness in your settings, or when you want to create strong religious symbolism in your scenes.

￼Black – The exact opposite of white, black represents everything that its counterpart doesn't. Darkness, evil, and death are themes commonly associated with black, but it can also stand for austerity, formality, style, and sexuality. Arguably the most powerful color of all, black has a long history of symbolizing strongly opposed ideas on the spectrum of good and evil. Use black to convey depth in your characters or to add dark themes to a scene. For best results, combine it with other colors to create interesting contrasts of ideas in your stories.

A few minutes later, the man was taken away by the police and the girl who had come close to being abducted was called in for interrogations and questioning.
Because Lu Jia'er had been held hostage, as a victim, she also went to the police station.
"I just got off work… I went to the intersection of the alley. This man… came out of nowhere… seized my hand and dragged me toward the car. I resisted, cried for help… but nobody came to my rescue. Fortunately, this kind lady stepped up to save me…" The girl who had still not recovered from the attempted abduction spoke disjointedly. 
After the girl's confession was completed it was then Lu Jia'er's turn.
The policemen fixed their gaze on Lu Jia'er's face. They were curious about what the girl had said to the man at the time that succeeded in convincing him to give up on the crime.
Lu Jia'er began. "I'm Lu Jia'er, a psychology professor at B University!"
As soon as she stopped, one policeman stood up. "You're Professor Lu. No wonder you look familiar! I am your student and your super fan!"
Facing a 'fan', Lu Jia'er maintained her composure. "You want me to elaborate on the process?"
"If you're available, please share with us in detail the process!" the policeman said modestly.
"Sorry, I happen to be busy today. I have a get-together with friends. Can I elaborate on what happened tonight if the municipal police department organizes another psychology training?" Lu Jia'er said.
"Yes, of course. We look forward to your lecture!" the policeman said.
"Thank you!" Lu Jia'er said with a faint smile.
"Well…" the policeman hesitated.
Lu Jia'er looked at the police officer and he scratched his head. "May I have your autograph please?"
"Yes!" Lu Jia'er agreed.
The policeman quickly handed her the pen and book in his hands.
Lu Jia'er pointed at the book. "I prefer another one!"
The policeman realized that he had tried to give the interrogation record book to Lu Jia'er. Embarrassed as he was, he quickly drew out another notebook from the right corner of the desk.
Lu Jia'er autographed the book with a pen, leaving her beautiful and elegant name.
The two came out of the police station. Jin Xiangdong sized Lu Jia'er up, from where she walked next to him, and said, "It was too dangerous!"
"Yeah!" Lu Jia'er nodded. "It was."
"Do you take risks so often?" asked Jin Xiangdong.
Lu Jia're smiled. "Occasionally!"
"Even if you do occasionally, it proves that my perspective is correct!"
Lu Jia'er was secretly delighted at his compliment.
Jin Xiangdong continued. "But I'm still curious."
Lu Jia'er knew what he was curious about but she evaded the topic. "People are aloof nowadays. As long as it's not their own business, they won't' go out of their way to care about it. We managed to save a girl, which is a good deed."
Jin Xiangdong nodded earnestly then he asked, "What did you say exactly to the criminal in the end?"
"You want to know?" Lu Jia'er turned around and looked at him in the eyes.
"Yes!" Jin Xiangdong said.
"But I'd rather keep it secret!" Lu Jia'er smiled.
"Why?" asked Jin Xiangdong.
"Suspense keeps your interest alive!" Lu Jia'er did not give an answer.
Jin Xiangdong smiled and said, "You're right! My interest has become even stronger now!"


This is a therapeutic romance novel that mixes psychology and science fiction.

Lu Jia'er is a professor in psychology who is able to read the minds of anyone in the world. One day, she meets a special man, a legendary genius in the IT world rumored to be ugly—Jin Xiangdong.

In fact, he's not ugly, and it's love at first sight for Lu Jia'er. This is compounded by the fact that she can't read his mind. To figure out what's so "special" about him, Lu Jia'er accepts his invitation to join an artificial intelligence research team. In her spare time, she would pursue him.

She: "Can I chase after you?"
He considers for a few seconds. "It wouldn't be easy!"
She: "That's what I call a challenge!"
He gives her a friendly reminder. "Time is precious. Don't waste it."

Turns out that he was right. Not only is he difficult to chase, but he is also mysterious.

When the secrets slowly unravel, what kind of ending could it be?


“Will they succeed?” The population looked on the scene in the television as the Newton regional fleet disappeared from space as they warped away.
Tears flowed endlessly as Milan sobbed.
The fatty behind her did not say anything. He was currently kneeling and praying wholeheartedly as chants came out from his mouth.
Milan stealthily walked to his side before listening attentively for a long period of time. The longer she heard, the weirder her expression became before finally, she could not help but kick Fatty and scolded him, “This idiot who is afraid of dying, hurry up and come look at the blueprint!”
Understanding the blueprint was a mission given by Professor Boswell. Since there were not many repair jobs currently available, the old man felt that letting Fatty idle away his time would be such a waste. Furthermore, there would be several newer and more complex weapons and Battle Mecha documents which Fatty would never have interacted with before in the past. For the sake of allowing this aide of his to become even better in terms of practical work and to fully utilize the chap with quite a good comprehension ability, Boswell specifically planned for the fatty to read through all the technological documents and blueprints within his access of authority.
This sort of access was extremely hard to acquire during ordinary periods; however, time and tide waited for no man. Nobody would truly know when Jialipalan would fall into the enemy’s hands. For the sake of finishing their experiments as fast as possible, it was vital to groom such a helper who could understand the entire intent, become familiar with the technological skills and blueprints, and had extremely good hands-on ability.
Yet Fatty, who had been regarded highly by the old man, had fallen into the demonic palms of Milan.
The initial excitement over interacting with the secret blueprints and technological documents had soon turned into a nightmare for the fatty.
Milan said, “A strict teacher trains a fine student.”
Milan also said, “Fatty, I must be responsible for you.”
Thus, under this woman who held a chicken feather in her hands and acted as if it was the arrow banner of command, reading through the documents and blueprints became torturous.
Regardless of who it was, if there had been a person forcing you to read up to hundreds of blueprints and dozens of documents before testing you every day on its contents, then you would immediately turn crazy, especially if they added the punishment of not letting you to sleep or to eat should you forget a certain number.
Fatty, who had not had a good sleep for a few days, took any opportunity to just lie on the floor. His face was filled with an expression of agony as if Milan had given him a fatal kick.
Still, Milan had long gotten used to the fatty’s tricks. She was not moved by his actions. Instead, she valiantly taken out an energy rifle.
Seeing the rifle, Fatty knew that he was truly at his wit’s end. Thus, as quick as a panicking rabbit, he climbed up from his position and ran towards the central computer screen before acting as if he was seriously looking at the blueprints.
Somehow, it seemed as if Fatty’s prayers had been heard. After a week, the Federation government released an official news: The Federation’s united space force that comprised of the 4th, 6th, and 7th space fleet had successfully broken through the blockade on the warp gates of the Gyaca Woods Empire. Acting as the vanguard, the Newton regional fleet had truly suffered a huge loss, but they still continued to allow the reinforcement to enter and open up a path. The result of this strategic battle was truly prominent. The 1st, 2nd, and 8th fleets that formed the 2nd United Space Force had also been fully assembled. They were currently on their way to use the warp gates to reinforce the Newton Starfield. As for the 3rd and 9th space fleets, they had suddenly and miraculously appeared within the Galileo Starfield, restricting the movement of the Empire’s space fleets stationed there.
The good news foretold the fact that both warring factions had truly reached an equilibrium in the Newton Starfield. The Gyaca Woods Empire’s absolute control over the airfield had been lost, and Miracolo Planet’s ground resistance forces were being supported by the Federation space fleets’ support. Other than air bombardments and suppressions, the supply and military manpower would also continuously be replenished via the middle starfield. The movements between cities would definitely improve by then.
These news had indeed let Fatty understand that Jialipalan had become even safer, and better yet, it had allowed him to sleep well.
Other than working, Milan, who had always been up-to-date with the television news, was cheering for the Federation space fleets and was captivated by all the introduced young and handsome commanders or pilots who had extraordinary achievements. Thus, she had practically no time to torment the fatty any longer.
Furthermore, Tian Xing Jian had some talents regarding machinery, and his ability to recollect was quite good as well. After a week of getting familiar with the theories, the data and blueprints were practically spilling out from his mouth. As long as it was a construct built with an identical theoretical foundation, whether it was a weapon or Battle Mecha, Fatty could deduce many things from it. Thus, very few questions could truly stumble him after that.
As a result, the fatty started to idle once again. However, this wretched person had already suffered from too much labor and would naturally not give Boswell or Milan a chance to give him anymore troubles. On the surface, Fatty was practically reading the central computer’s database every single day. He would put on a sour expression and frown as if he was currently suffering even more than before.
In reality, Fatty felt truly content and quite free at this moment. He was currently following a psychology course on the computer. As the top trainee coming from the special forces during the scout training camp, Fatty always held a deep interest towards psychology. That’s because psychology was the fundamental of self-perceptions. Controlling a person’s self-perception would naturally affect his analytical abilities and heart. During his training on disguises, Fatty had gained some preliminary knowledge about it. The central computer of the research lab stored all sorts of scientific advancements ever since the development of humankind, thus the information regarding psychology was extremely detailed. Since he had the chance, this person who was passionate in disguise and setting traps could no longer resist the temptations.
As such, Milan had unknowingly become a guinea pig for the fatty’s experiments. During normal occasions, Fatty would scrutinize the actions of Milan in detail, analyzing and determining what made her happy and what not. He would then influence her through the placements of certain instruments or materials, certain words that had an underlying meaning, or maybe some sort of music.
Milan could feel her own mood and reactions becoming more and more odd. She started taking into account several matters which she would usually ignore, causing the swing in her mood to become even bigger. Some days when she first entered the laboratory, she would feel depressed, yet by noon, her mood would be back to normal.
Whenever she chatted with the fatty, she would ask him in bewilderment if he had experienced the same problems. That wretched person replied that he was a guy and would not have such issues, and women would usually have a few days of mood swings every month.
Flushed with shyness, Milan decided to ignore this damned atty after that incident.
“It’s a success! She did not point a rifle at me!” Fatty was celebrating in his heart.
Ultimately, the fatty had even tried hypnotizing Milan.
But it was a pity that coincidentally, Professor Boswell came over to discuss some issues with Milan, causing a stop to Fatty’s experiments.
The deeper he studied, the more the fatty felt that he should become a master of psychology. He felt that this subject was truly meant for him. Using words, actions, temperature, color, materials, touch, smell, sound, and many other combinations of aspects, he could cause a person to feel in a pre-determined way, which would affect his or her thinking. After seeing how Milan’s reactions were exactly the same as what he predicted, the fatty felt as if he had become the emperor.
“Hei hei, if I can discover a way to let woman be unable to extricate from loving themselves… I’ll definitely be rich…” Fatty thought vilely. 
The period after that, he had turned everyone in the laboratory into Fatty’s research participants. Not only did he determine the psychological state of everyone through their small reactions, he could even bring the subconscious mind out and even cause them to have misconceptions.
The laboratory soon turned chaotic as everyone became confused.
By the time Boswell had discovered something was wrong, the laboratory had already reverted back to normal. This was because the fatty’s interests changed very fast He soon discovered a book 《The Way of Concealment Like An Assassin 》.
This was not a fantasy novel, but instead it was a monumental work that amalgamated fantasy techniques, optical illusions, magic theories, circumstantial studies, and psychology. This book was enough to cause Fatty to be engrossed in it within moments.
As such, the people in laboratory started to take medicines — in order to prevent or cure their heart problems.
If you were to be frightened a few times each day by a fatty suddenly appearing beside you, or perhaps seeing a plant or the fridge walking away, or maybe a fatty flying around your head, or even things going missing around you, you would certainly take some medication to reduce the pressure that your heart had suffered from.
The only person who felt happy over this was Milan. Magical techniques and illusion techniques were extremely interesting to her. After all, she was just a 20-year-old young teenage girl. Thus, the laboratory would frequently have a girl brandishing out a rifle to force a fatty to do some magic.
After he had enough of the hiding games, Fatty went on to find another fun thing —《The Art of Lifelike Modelling》. What this bullsh*t title covered up was training on how to swindle others.
To this wretched person, that book was absolutely a treasure. There were techniques related to vocal mimicry, etiquette, flowery speech, the psychology of females, appreciation of famous paintings, forgery, imitation of someone’s actions, and many other techniques a swindler needed. There was even a step-by-step procedure for how to swindle someone else.
As such, the fatty truly started his life of swindling others.
This wretched person imitated Boswell’s voice and called the institute’s kitchen, indignantly berating the poor chefs before asking the kitchen to send some sumptuous dishes to the laboratory. Before the call had even ended, he eccentrically asked the kitchen not to use such minor matter to make him angry, as he was really busy.
Once again, the fatty succeeded with no one being the wiser of his traps.
After improving the meals, Fatty, who had nowhere to go, decided to change targets onto ‘all the grass beside his nest’. He had practically swindled almost everyone. How could these unsophisticated researchers be his match? Many personal treasures had fallen into the fatty’s personal storage.
Until the moment a researcher brought the fatty’s collection of imitated antique pistol to boast to his professional friends, that was when his scam was seen through.
Even under the presiding of Milan interrogating him, which caused this fatty to be beaten, he still felt very happy. That’s because everyone acknowledged that his deceit was truly able to deceive many others. That fake antique pistol was only revealed because of a small minor mistake he made during manufacturing.
Fatty continued paddling in the sea of knowledge like a drunken dog... This 21-times escapee from battle had discovered that there were many points about himself that were lacking. The experiences he had from begging for a fortunate encounter during desperate times let Fatty understood this: For him to survive through the war, he had to branch out and learn more things so as to survive during crucial moments.



In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.

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