December 29, 2019

Uhhhh... another boring day again?? I mean not "again", since I just started writing this book today, but the boring day loop is happening all over again!!

So you're wondering why did I created this book, or should I say, my semi-journal (P.S.: my grammar is realllyyyy terrible coz I'm a Filipino citizen). To be frank, I'm a terrible writer. I didn't have a good background at writing, and I'm a lazy ass fucking procrastinator. So if you're looking for some Shakespeare-like style of writing, then that's not me. Plus, I always swear in this book, because it's the real Greg you're looking at.

I can see my writing style as a "write and post" dude. I don't settle for drafts and revision shits, because I'm a lazy ass writer!! I just want my first-hand opinions to be posted immediately, if I'm not lazy. If I forgot something to write out, then it's okay, because I can check this chapter out the other day and update it, or maybe I'll just post my thoughts to the next chapter so that I'll have my book's content properly served for my audience. 

Speaking of my audience, what should I call you? Maybe... Gregorians? Nahhh, it's taken by the Gregorian chant. How about... GREGORITAS *insert I Like It by Cardi B* (just imagine playing that music while reading that gReGorITAs). So yeah, wazzup Gregoritas!! (Yey)

Going back to the really main question, why did I came up with this book? Well, I see this book as my rant book. My life is fucked up. I have no friends and even my family doesn't support my passion, which is being a Twitch streamer and a YouTuber. I'm proficient at playing League of Legends, but my boomer mom always warns me not to play that game due to my terrible eyesight. She always says that playing video games only give me sickness, and I won't profit from it. As a typical Asian boy, I minimized my playing time and still obeyed my parents, because I still love them, even though I get salty for a mean time.

It's hard having strict Asian parents like mine. They expect you to have a very high grade and good performance in school, but at the same time, they don't want you to review very late. Like why the fuck would they refrain me from reviewing at 3 A.M if they want me to have 99 100 98 on the report card. It's just ironic to me. 

I always tell my parents, specifically my mom that I'm not the Young Greg that can have instant 99 on the card, because high school is a tough life. After graduating in a conservative Christian school back in my junior high school, they put me in a science high school, though it's my 1/2 decision coz it's for my future also.

My first impression in my science school was "Dammmmnnnn, I think I can handle this shit coz I got raining 99s and 98s on my Grade 10 report card." But now, being a Grade 12 student, chilling from my "unproductive vacation", my impression was like "Fuck this shit, man. I'm out. I just wanna graduate with my OG friends (shout-out if you're reading this, you're awesome)." 

Being in a science school is tiring, man. If today was an ordinary school day, I can't write these damn 500 words in just one sitting. I'll be having random Messenger pop-ups like, "Greg, how's the research doing", "Greg, can you please edit this shit", and so on. I have endless workload in my school and I can't escape from it. Currently, I have a research running up ahead and my missed physics lessons, but since my classmates and teachers are on vacation mode, then fuck it, I'm just gonna do my passion right now, which is writing this book.

Yes, that's right, I love writing, but I lack skills in writing thrilling and adventurous writing, so I wrote my life. I also lack the sense of humor, so I wrote this life, since my life is a big joke (you should be laughing right now, coz this is fucking literal).

I think this is enough for my Day 1 of my rants and stories, because I want to divide my content properly so that I can have another content the next day. Since this is daily, I also keep track on my number of words to determine if I went too much or too little. In every chapter, I keep the number of words lowkey on 500 to 1000 words, depending on my time allotted to my writing, but since it's my vacation and this is a prologue chapter, then fuck this shit let's go 1000 words!! Nah, just kidding, I'm becoming lazy again.

Speaking of "just kidding", sometimes this phrase boggles up my brain cells as a Filipino philosopher.

How can you say "just kidding" as an adult? You can't just say "kidding" if it's not appropriate for your proper age. Why not say "just adulting"? That way, the relationship between you and the word is correct, but if you're an adult who acts like a kid, well you can say "just kidding". Nah, just joking.

Okay, my battery right now is just 2%, and I am typing this sentence near my charging station. I just want to finish this chapter, but as a prologue and an attraction to my future Gregoritas, I'll make it a thousand words for you, hehe. 

Shit! I didn't realize it was 1 A.M of December 30, a Rizal Day in the Philippines. Damn, I miss this late night typing in my phone. The last time I was doing this "late night typing" is when I am talking to my crush, which then on the latter part she rejected me, then after a few months she apologized to me saying, "Greg, I think I'm starting to like you". At that fucking moment, my love for her was gone; I moved on. I realized that I was only infatuated to her. Nevermind, it's a long story, and I reached more than 1000 words *insert yehey sound effects*. 

Maybe tomorrow, I will tell the whole story, since I moved on from that cringy past of me. Past is past. I don't want to fall into traps anymore. I learned a lot this 2019, so 2020, bring it on. Give me your best shot, 2020!

The daily adventures of Greg, a lazy procrastinator who is battling against his anxiety and depression.

today is the day I,chloe will win the science fair.....
            if i could because i have an enemy among my classmates... wait did i forget to introduce myself uhm,my name is chloe jones as i already told you my enemy is james heather a.k.a my enemy of everything.
He and i would always compete with each other on everything,that is why today is important.
Maybe you've been wondering what i'm bringing to the science fair and to be honest i had no idea and then found this book about shrinking to a another world so i started with that and now back to the present where i am waiting for my turn until HE approached me.....
to be countinued

chloe and james were always in bad terms with each others and when they got shrunked a new beginning was made

follow the journey of two competive people in a world of magic and discover something else between the wall of hatred slowly turning to love?

how will they get back to their world?

will they confess?

how will they handle the obstacle in front of them and will their hidden powers finally revealed?


There were no other customers in the restaurant. Sighing in despair, Uncle Li and his wife were sitting opposite each other and discussing the restaurant's revenues. They were very confident when buying the diner, but they never expected that the business wouldn't improve much since then, because it was difficult to attract customers from the other restaurants around them.
Seeing Zhang Zian and another customer walk in, Uncle Li and his wife quickly greeted them.
Since it wasn't meal time yet, Zhang Zian only ordered two cups of orange juice.
After the orange juice was served, Uncle Li and his wife left them alone.
If Zhang Zian had never ran into Meng Li at the library and received help from him that day, it would have been impossible for Zhang Zian to ever locate the untitled book. Meng Li had left the library before Zhang Zian, who had been wondering about this question ever since that time. Today, he'd ran into Meng Li again. He wouldn't miss another opportunity to find out the answer.
Meng Li didn't have a deep impression of that day. When Zhang Zian reminded him, he remembered and said, "Oh, that was the subject you were referring to. Manager Zhang, are you really studying mathematics?"
"I'm slightly interested in it," Zhang Zian said vaguely. "How did you know that the book was hidden in the reference book section?"
"Hidden in the reference book section?" Stunned, Meng Li corrected him. "No, no, you're misunderstood. I mean, assuming that there was such a book about life, the universe, and everything, it should be placed in the reference book section. It was merely my assumption. A book like that doesn't truly exist, right? Or have you really found such a book?"
"No, I haven't. It was just the slip of the tongue." Zhang Zian tried to cover up his previous question. "Is there anything special about the origin of the book? How did you decide that it would be in the reference section?"
Meng Li smiled confidently. "Assuming there is such a book, not only could I conclude that it would be in the reference book section, but I could also determine that it would be placed on a bookshelf with various dictionaries."
Holy crap! Zhang Zian was shocked.
That was f**king amazing!
Meng Li obviously had left the library before Zhang Zian that day, but it seemed like he had witnessed Zhang Zian finding the untitled book next to a pile of English dictionaries.
Zhang Zian became increasingly curious. Knowing that Meng Li was holding him in suspense, Zhang Zian said calmly, "Mr. Meng, are you able to know things without fortune telling?"
"No, I don't have that kind of ability." Meng Li stopped smiling and said seriously, "Have you heard of Hyperwebster?"
"What?" Startled, Zhang Zian racked his brain to search for the term in his memory, but nothing came up. 
Meng Li explained, "Hyperwebster is a thought experiment proposed by the famous mathematician and science fiction novelist Dr. Ian Stewart. This thought experiment means that, assuming that such a dictionary exists, and that the dictionary consists of 26 English letters, starting with A, ending with an infinite number of Z, like this—"
To demonstrate, Meng Li pulled out a napkin, laid it out on the table, and wrote on it with a pen he had:
A, AA, AAA, AAAA...
AB, ABA, ABAA, ABAAA...
AC, ACA, ACAA, ACAAA...
...
Z, ZA, ZAA, ZAAA...
ZB, ZBA, ZBAA, ZBAAA...
...
ZZ, ZZZ, ZZZZ, ZZZZZ...
Zhang Zian was perplexed, but he saw that the sequence of these letters seemed to be similar to what he'd seen previously in that untitled book.
Meng Li pushed the napkin to Zhang Zian and put the pen down. He asked, "You know what this means? This means that the Hyperwebster contains all the possible combinations of English letters. Whether they're English words that exist now, or new words that will be coined in the next hundred or thousand years later, they're already included in the Hyperwebster. For example, 'zidecuz'. This isn't a word, and it isn't currently included in any dictionary. If someone were to write this word, it would definitely be thought of as a misspelling. But maybe a year in the future, the word will be given some sort of meaning from people. At that time, people would be surprised to find that this word has already been included in the Hyperwebster, assuming that such a dictionary does exist."
Meng Li drank a few mouthfuls of orange juice to wet his throat, giving Zhang Zian time to process what he'd said.
Zhang Zian stared at the strange letter combinations on the napkin and tried to keep up with Meng Li's explanation.
Meng Li added, "Not only that, but because this dictionary includes all possible English words, these words may also constitute all possible entries. Theoretically, the answers to all the unsolved mysteries in history, and everyone and everything in this world, can be found in this dictionary. These entries may further form all possible passages, from the first poorly-written composition by an English writer from just a corner of the world, to The Declaration of Independence, the English version of Dream of the Red Chamber, the complete works of Shakespeare, the Encyclopedia Britannica, all the English books collected in the US Library of Congress, and all of the great articles written by an unborn writer. All of this is inside of this dictionary."
At this, Meng Li changed his tone and smiled relaxingly. "Well, at this point, you should be able to understand that the content of this dictionary is infinite. It has a beginning, but no end. The number of the letters inside the dictionary is more than all the atoms in the universe, because the total number of atoms in the universe is limited, while the letters in the dictionary are infinite. This book can only stay in people's imagination, it can never appear in the real world. Even if you exhausted all the time and atoms in the universe, you wouldn't be able to finish writing this dictionary."
"My life is finite, but the book is infinite." Zhang Zian whispered to himself.
"What?"
Zhang Zian's voice was so low that Meng Li didn't hear him clearly.
"No, nothing." Zhang Zian waved his hand. "I'm just a bit shocked."
Meng Li nodded and picked up his cup of orange juice, "It's normal. The Hyperwebster is a thought experiment that few people know about except for those in the mathematics community. It is not as well-known as the Schrodinger's cat, which the public takes great pleasure in talking about. So, when you told me then that you were looking for a book about life, the universe, and everything, I immediately thought of the Hyperwebster. In fact, I was joking with you back then. Afterwards, I worried that I had committed a huge sin by misleading you to find the wrong book. By the way, what on earth was the book you wanted to find that day?"
Zhang Zian smiled. "It was actually a science fiction novel—the third installment of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy written by Douglas Adams, and the title of the book was called Life, the Universe, and Everything."
"I see," Meng Li realized. "I rarely read science fiction. No wonder I hadn't heard about it. What a shame!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Qiao Nan sat up. "Dad, I am hungry. When can we eat?"
"Soon. Dad will prepare the fish for you." When Qiao Dongliang heard that Qiao Nan was hungry, he could not be bothered with Ding Jiayi. He ran to the kitchen with the freshly bought chilies.
"Wait, I will do it." Ding Jiayi looked at Qiao Nan angrily. From the looks of it, Qiao Nan was determined to have her small yellow croaker with a lot of chilies in them.
When Ding Jiayi glared at Qiao Nan, the latter had lowered her head and was reading her books.
Qiao Nan waited until her mother left before putting down the book. For people like her mother, the best way would be to ignore them.
"Nan Nan, as expected, you are back earlier than I am." Carrying a schoolbag, Qiao Zijin, who came back from school, had to take almost half an hour more than before to reach the place Qiao Dongliang rented.
Qiao Zijin was tired to the bones, whereas Qiao Nan had it easy as the place she stayed in was very near to her school. Qiao Zijin pulled a long face at the sight of Qiao Nan.
"I only arrived slightly earlier than you. It seems that the dismissal time for The High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China is earlier than that of Ping Cheng High School." Qiao Nan lowered her head. By right, the curriculum in The High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China should be more time-consuming than that of Ping Cheng High School. But in comparison, Qiao Zijin would always reach home early during the weekends.
"Nan Nan, didn't you have your monthly exam? How was it?" Qiao Zijin smiled and avoided Qiao Nan's question.
"Yes. I suppose you also had your exam, didn't you?" Qiao Nan looked at Qiao Zijin. "From the looks of it, you seem to have done pretty well."
Ever since Qiao Zijin studied at The High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China, her grades had indeed improved a lot.
The High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China was indeed the most famous and best school in the area. They had good teachers and had a way with the students. They could transform Qiao Zijin from someone who used to dislike studying in the previous life to a student with good grades.
Qiao Zijin lifted her chin and said, "It's more or less the same as before. Nan Nan, you haven't told me how you did for the exams. I heard a lot of the students who studied at Ping Cheng High School have good results. Furthermore, you are in class one. You must be under a lot of stress."
Qiao Nan grinned. "Sister, have you forgotten? I entered Ping Cheng High School as the first place in the province for the middle school examination. Not to mention Ping Cheng High School, even if I go to The High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China, it will be the other students who will feel the pressure. If I remember correctly, the second place was behind me by more than twenty points."
"But the syllabus in high school is much more difficult than that of junior high school. I heard people say that the difference between boys and girls will be apparent when one reaches the third year in junior high school. If not, one will still be able to tell the difference in the second year of high school. Nan Nan, since you are so smart, do you intend to choose science subjects next year?"
"Science subjects? Sister, do you want to choose science subjects?" In most of the cases, there would be more boys than girls in the science classes and more girls than boys in the humanities and arts classes. Many girls found Mathematics and other science subjects too difficult for them when they advanced to the second year. They would, in turn, choose humanities and arts subjects.
"That's impossible. I am not as smart as you. I can't survive in the science classes. I have already decided on humanities and arts, and have filled in the form. Nan Nan, since you are so smart, it is better for you to choose science classes." Qiao Zijin sneered.
She had asked around. No matter how well one did for the middle school examination, if girls chose the science classes in high school, only one or two among ten would be able to maintain their standard.
No matter how good they were, most of the girls would definitely fall behind in terms of performance.
She wanted to know how Qiao Nan would remain the top scholar in the middle school examination if her results fell behind in high school. "Nan Nan, there is another year left before you need to make a decision. I remember that you had a perfect score for the science subjects during the middle school examination. It would be a pity if you do not choose science classes. Nan Nan, what do you think?"
Qiao Nan touched the bangs on her forehead. She finally realized what Qiao Zijin was up to.
It turned out that Qiao Zijin wanted her to choose science classes and watched by when her results fell behind as she could not keep up with the syllabus. "There is still one year to go before I need to decide. I can consider it later. But there isn't much difference whether I choose science or humanities and arts classes. I will decide later."
"That's right, Nan Nan. You have been doing so well, so it doesn't matter which classes you choose. But there is a lot of memory work to do in the humanities and arts classes. You certainly can't handle it. Though science subjects are much more challenging, you will do much better when you learn more about it. Since I have been reading up as I need to make the decision, I am sharing the information with you lest you are at a loss when you start your second year." Qiao Zijin held Qiao Nan's hand affectionately.
There was no hurry. There was still one year to go.
In this one year's time, she would definitely think of ways to persuade Qiao Nan to choose the science classes.
"Sister, you seem to be very happy. Is there any good news?" Qiao Nan pulled her hand back. Chen Jun had not graduated from college, and there had not been any holidays, yet he was not at school, but here, in Ping Cheng. In this life, she had met Chen Jun earlier than she did in the previous life. Maybe it was the same for her sister?
If Qiao Zijin had met Chen Jun, then it would be a good thing for her.
By then, Qiao Zijin would put all her attention on getting close to Chen Jun and would not have time for her.
Qiao Zijin blinked. "Good news? What do you mean?"
Qiao Nan looked at Qiao Zijin's eyes and noticed that she did not have the besotted look of a young lady who was in a relationship. It seemed like Qiao Zijin had not met Chen Jun yet.
Could it be that, like the previous life, she would have to be their matchmaker and pave the way for Chen Jun and Qiao Zijin?
"Nothing." Since Qiao Zijin and Chen Jun were not acquaintances yet, Qiao Nan would not find trouble for herself.
"Nan Nan, why are you behaving strangely today?" Why would she stop her sentence midway?
"Dad has bought small yellow croakers today." This time, it was Qiao Nan's turn to change the topic.
Qiao Zijin's eyes lit up. "I haven't eaten small yellow croakers for a long time. Nan Nan, you must have more of the small yellow croakers later." Ever since her father was hospitalized, it had been ages since she had a sumptuous meal.
Her father was so good to Qiao Nan. If she did not come to their house today, Qiao Nan would have the small yellow croakers all to herself.
Qiao Zijin could not hide her anger when she saw the plate of small yellow croakers on the table. "Mom, you should know that I can't eat spicy food. When I eat something spicy, I will have acne. Why do you put so many chilies in the small yellow croakers when you know that I can't eat spicy food? How am I going to eat them?"


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Cultivation is dead. Or so people say. In this day and age a cultivator was as rare as a full moon in the afternoon. This was the Great Sovereignty Age. Mankind was in full control of its surroundings.

"Another day, another tale." A young man said as he opened his windows to greet the morning sun. He lived on the ten thousandth floor of the building, which was a horrible concept for those afraid of heights. But Little Long was not one of those people.

Little Long was like most people his age. He was neither tall nor was he short, he had a medium build and his chocolate like brown skin made him seem handsome when in reality he was not. A round chubby face with small beady eyes made him seem nefarious. Much to his own chagrin. He also had quite the belly, although in the past few months he had lost quite a bit of weight. 

He looked in the mirror and played with his long black hair while he was observing his body, carefully calculating how much weight he had lost, and his results were satisfactory.

After a bath and some breakfast, he quickly made his way to the elevator with a skip in his step.

"Good morning Little." said an old man who was seated in the elevator. "Old man, I told you not to call me that." Grumbled the young man. The old man had white hair all over his wrinkled face. He had the thickest moustache Little Long had ever seen. But his body was large and burst with a vitality unnatural for a man his age.

"Bah! Names have power young man. This is your given name. Thus I will call you as such. Children these days have no sense of pride. Hmph!" The old man snorted before whipping out his tablet to read the morning newspaper.

"I'm not saying don't use my name. I'm just saying that you can use my other name. Long is my surname, thus there is no issue if you just used that." The young man said with a wry smile.

"So you want an old man like you to call a little brat like you Mr. Long? Boy what have you been smoking? You think just because you have the same surname as The Human Monarch you can be cocky? Well guess what kid, it's one of the most common surnames out there! Enough of this nonsense and just tell me what floor you want to go to, before I teach you a thing or two about respecting your elders." The old man squinted his eyes, making Little Long very uncomfortable.

"The Great Library please." Little Long could not help but slouch. There was not enough courage in the entire world for him to dare defy the old man. He was maybe just an elevator controller, but he was also well known in the world of cultivation. Rumour had it that in his younger days he had quite the reputation in the martial arts circles. Alas the past can only be the past.


Little Long moved closer to the old man to see the main title of today's newspaper. The title read, "Cultivation is dead." 

That coupled with the old man's somber expression made this an uncomfortable moment for Little Long. He did not dare tell the old man to hurry along and get the elevator moving. He had experienced the old man's fist before and had no intention of doing so today as well.

As a cultivator, it was natural that the old man was bothered by the title. After a sigh, he pulled some levers and pushed some buttons, getting the elevator moving.


As the elevator moved it picked up people along the way and dropped some, but all the while there the awkward quiet never dissipated. Everyone who entered was familiar with the old man and knew that silence was best for now.


"These days cultivation is pointless. If one can afford to have their body altered by science they can achieve the same result cultivation can. Cultivation takes years upon years of effort were as science does it in a simple step. Under such circumstances why would people still cultivate?" Little Long thought to himself.

Indeed, science had now advanced to the point that the human body can be altered to perfection. Divine Dividend, the largest scientific company in existence was providing genetic modification for a reasonable price, although it was still quite expensive for a pauper like Little Long. The young man dreamed of having his body modified into having the perfect body structure, with a six pack and defined muscles covering his body.


The Great Library was Little Long's favorite place in the whole world. He would come and read books about the old days when humanity was still under the foot of the so called 'gods'. These 'gods' were beings who were born with far superior abilities than man, and had used their superiority to chain mankind into submission. Its not known where they came from. All historians know is that the 'gods', along with a plethora of other species suddenly appeared within the domain mankind lived in and took them as slaves. 


With intelligence, able bodies and incredible fertility mankind made the perfect slaves. Thus millions of years ago mankind was reduced to being slaves.

The Great Library had many librarians, but Keisha was without a doubt the most eye catching. Blonde hair, big beautiful blue eyes and a curvy body made her the target of many a suitor. But she never budged and devoted herself to this library. The Great Library was old fashioned in that books were still read using paper. Technological devices were not allowed to be used inside, and if one was discovered to have used technology thrice then one would be banned for life.


It was also the best historical source around. Keisha had always been a history fanatic thus this was a dream job for her.

Today, like most days, it was her duty to man the front desk. When the old wooden doors opened Keisha put on her traditional smile to welcome the new customer. But what she saw could not help but make her want to frown.

"It's him!" Wearing a blue jersey and skinny jeans was one of the most unpleasant people she knew. Little Long. 

He visited the library almost every day, and was obsessed with history regarding humanity's fight for freedom. All she knew about him was that he worked online as some sort of  blogger and he lived upstairs. 


"Hello Keisha." Little Long waved at her as he passed by. And there it was, the reason she disliked him. She was a woman who prided herself in her looks, and although she had no intentions of entering a relationship she at least expected a gaze or two to be spared at her. Being beautiful and intelligent was part of her pride. But Little Long was an exception. 

Books, books and only books! That's all he cared about! He had never said more that five words to her the entire time she has worked here. And most of the time he would not even bother looking at her.

Keisha knew of those who avoided her because they were shy, but this was not that. No, this was blatant disregard for her existence. She found this frustrating. Little Long was a fat, single nerd who lived by himself. He should be worshipping natural beauties like her, but he couldn't care less.


She wished she could get him banned somehow, but the young man never broke any rules. He returned all books he borrowed on time, read in silence and never used any technology. She could not fault him, thus she could do nothing but stamp her foot in anger every time he walked past.


The Great Library was like a large cylindrical tower, with stairs coiling around allowing those who wanted to move around access to the countless bookshelves in the many different floors.


Little Long did not waste time and quickly went to his favourite section. Which also happened to be the most popular section of the library. The Sadio Long section!


Humanity's freedom was a result of many people's hard work and sacrifice. But if one was asked who stood out above the rest, no one will doubt that the answer would be Sadio Long. The Human Monarch. He had slain thousands of 'gods' in his quest to gain humanity freedom and was the godfather of modern day cultivation.


Cultivation is what gave humanity the power to fight back, the power to be free, and the power to regain its destiny.


Cultivation was the process of absorbing energy from the environment in an attempt to become an immortal. It is a long and arduous process, and was also the reason humanity had fallen into captivity.


"Where is it? Where is it?" Little Long muttered as he searched for a certain book. It took him hours of searching, but he found what he was looking for. A book titled 'One Man Ten Thousand Gods'. It was a book that is believed to have been the first ever cultivation manual made by Sadio Long himself! One that can only be used by mankind!


Till this day many historians doubt it, as the method was tried by many who followed. But it was discovered to be useless. Yes one could become stronger with it but the process would be painfully slow. Even the cheapest cultivation manual sold in shops gave one better progress in cultivation. Hence even though it was written in Sadio Long's own handwriting, it is doubted that it was the method he himself used. 


Nevertheless people were still very much interested in it and studied it. Later on his blog Little Long decided to do an article on this book, and the chances of it being the real deal. There are many copies, but Little Long wanted something that is close to the real deal, thus he went for what seemed to be an old dusty copy with what was believed to be Sadio's own handwriting


The language used today and the language used back then were completely different, but Little Long was an ancient languages and physics double major, so this was not hard for him. He had two blogs. One that dealt with theoretical physics and one that focused on history. His physics blog was what paid the bills, but his favourite was his history blog without a doubt.


Once he had the old looking leather back book in hand Little Long quickly made action to take it out of the library. He handed it to Keisha in silence and waited for her to note that he had taken it out. And as expected Little Long did not even spare her a glance. Of course as a customer she had to be friendly and smile at him, but inside she wanted to slap his pudgy face.


Little Long was eyeing the book like it was his long lost wife, completely disregarding her existence. As soon as she finished the check out procedure,  Little Long bolted out like his life depended on it. If looks could kill at this moment, then Keisha would have killed him a thousand times over.


The old man in the elevator was still brooding when Little Long walked in. When the old man saw the book in the boy's hand he could not help but smile. A odd light shined in his eyes but soon it was well hidden by his wrinkly face. 


He did not need to be told by Little Long where to go. Whenever Little Long had a book in his hands he Immediately wanted to take it home for a good read. Nothing else mattered. Once they arrived Little Long left the elevator and thanked the old man, only to be greeted by the typical grunt.


Little Long walked briskly to his apartment and went to his study. He read the manual back and forth multiple times. He even read many cultivation manuals that were derived from this book. After doing a few days worth of research Little Long decided to take a little nap before he began his article.

...

"Wake up you  pieces of trash. It's time for work! Move it! Move it!" A burly voice that was screaming death woke up Little Long. He was so startled that he almost fell of his bed, and he would have, except he wasn't on his bed. He was sleeping on the ground. It was at this moment that Little Long realized two things. 


One was that his surroundings had changed.


He was now out in the open, with thousands of people dressed in rags waking up around him. They grumbled and complained as they woke up.  But the second realization was the real shock.


Those around him, even the voice that had woken him up, were all speaking in the ancient language used millions of years ago!

Little Long loved hearing tales of how humanity, in its infancy, had overcome the odds to defeat other powerful races to become the overlords of the multiverse. His favourite tale in particular was of the Supreme Sovereign Sadio Long, the leader of humanity at the turn of the era. The man who had bested ten thousand of the so called 'Gods' single handedly, granting humanity control over the multiverse.

Nowadays humanity was in its prime, little did Little Long know that there was a plot at hand. Many forces in the underground were at work, and attempted to change history, and Little Long was caught in the cross fire; losing his life.

Next thing he knew, he was in an unfamiliar environment, a small village that was surrounded by people in chains. Slaves to their masters. The language was ancient, and the technology was backwards. Little Long himself was now being called something else by those who were familiar with the body he suddenly in. He was being called Sadio!

For as long as I can remember, I was raised in hiding. I know nothing of the light from the sun; living by the light of oil lamps, candles and the moon. We had moved in the darkness, behind whispers and cloaked in hoods, my parents never told me why we had to live this way; the nomadic lifestyle with no place to call home. Two words were always used to quench my thirst for the truth, 'To survive'. Now, without knowing the truth, I am alone. My parents who I had always been with had disappeared in the morning - I believe that was what it is called when the sun comes out - the night had never felt colder. The autumn which I turn sixteen, I have no one to call family.

I dare not move in light of the sun; the disappearance of my parents had instilled in me, a fear of the light I have never knew existed. There is no one I could turn to, no means to learn who I am and why I had to live in safety of the dark. Then I knew, there was a place I could go to, a place my parents once told me held the secrets of many. That is where I have to go, the Archaic Library of Origins. I set forth to leave the place of my hiding, glad that the library was not far away, glad that my parents had decided to stopped at the capital of Aluin and grateful to find that it was not opened at night.

Feeling that luck was on my side, I scaled the walls to find an entrance. Strangely, there were no guards. Were these books so unimportant that it needs no guarding? Or was there something happening in the capital that no guards are available? This was very disconcerting; it did not bode well. I have no choice, I needed entry. There were answers I needed to find and I was sure it was inside the library. An opened window, a chance for the truth. I slipped in quietly.

Once inside, I met; not just a few shelves of books but walls of shelves as far as the eye can see. I know not how I should locate the information I much covet but something was pulling me along the shelves. Somehow, my heart seemed to know where to find it, somehow my hands pulled out a book. It was titled, "A World before Ours: The Humans". What did it mean? A world different from now had existed? And what are humans? Was it a race? Questions upon questions flew into my mind as I flipped opened the book.

It was a history of the human race, something called science existed then, what is science? Is it some kind of rare material? A rare gem? Why was it so important that it is written as a part of the human race? Does it not exist now? In the book, it was said that humans drove themselves to near extinction, not until they created the races that we have today. Overpowered by their creations, many of them did not survive. Illustrations of how a human looked like were in the book, and I looked exactly like them. Am I a human? As I continue turning pages upon pages, I reached a section, "Last of the Humans" describing that there were only three humans left that are known to be still in existence and in it, were the names of my parents.

I am a human? Is that what I am? Why was it that I cannot be seen in the light? My parents…are they alive? Are we being hunted? The book mentioned that the whereabouts of the last remaining humans were unknown, but there are those looking for them. There was a legend that the one who found the last of them will have access to insurmountable riches, never-ending knowledge and great powers. But it is just a legend, no one knew whether it was true; however, it did not stopped hunters from hunting down humans. Was this why my parents disappeared? They were caught? Why did they spare me then? What should I do now?

I left the library through the same window in which I came. Carefully, I went down the wall and moved in the shadows of the houses; avoiding the light that was cast upon them by tall and slim structures which my parents called 'street lights'. I finally made it to my hideout, a crevice in the wall that opens up when I push the key stone by the wall. It was not a big room, but it had all that I need to survive for another week or two. I sat down on the floor in the darkness and sighed, I had no idea where my parents were and had no idea where to begin searching. As I pondered on where to begin, I hear the trap door opening... I stiffen where I sat. No one knew about this hideout except my parents and I, could it be, I hoped desperately in my heart, that it would be my parents. Waiting with abated breath, I listened for their voice but the voice that greeted me was far from what I had hoped. It was a voice that I have never expected to hear again.

"Adrian...Are you here?" asked the voice, I hesitated, I do not know if I should answer. Was he an ally? Or was he a foe? The last time he left, it was without a word and I was only six. I gulped and decided to answer him, "L'ciel..."

"So, you are here," said L'ciel as he lighted a torch and set it upon the bracket on the wall. L'ciel was as I remembered him, like every other werewolf, he walked on his hind legs, has a snout and keen ears, but unlike most werewolf, he was raised by my parents. He partially raised me before disappearing one day without a word, "L'ciel, I'd never expected I'd see you again..." I said coarsely. "I'd never expected that I have to find you," he answered sadly, "What do you mean, you have to find me? The sadness in your voice...you have news of my parents, don't you?" I said with fear in my heart. L'ciel nodded gravely, " You see, kiddo, back when you were six, your parents told me that I had to leave in order to protect you. I was tasked to set up hideouts in various locations so that your parents can safely travel with you and show you the world. This room, it was prepared for you by your parents and I..." L'ciel started to explain, I could not help but interrupt, "How does travelling around with me, keep me safe?" I asked in bewilderment, " And what does it have to do with my parents' disappearance?" I continued impatiently.

L'ciel held up his hand to stop me, "It all leads up to your parents' disappearance..." he said, I stared at him and kept quiet, taking the cue, L'ciel continued, "There is no safe haven for humans, which is what you are, in this world. Your parents knew that by travelling around, they will avoid detection. Although they had stayed in the same location for six years without being found, it was too big a risk to continue staying when you were already at the age of curiousity. In order to prevent you from wandering out of the hideout alone, they decided to travel and show you the world," L'ciel paused and looked at him, wondering if I had heard what he had said, "How do you come into the picture?" I asked. "Your parents gave me the freedom to travel around the world when I was of age, I only returned to them when I found out that your mother was pregnant with you, I knew I had to stay by their side. I had to protect them. I had to protect you. It was so hard to leave them and you, but your parents insisted that they needed my help to set up places to hide. So, I left with great reluctance. For the past ten years, I have managed to set up hideouts in every major city in the world, allowing your parents to travel to different places with you. This is the one time that I had the chance to meet them. But it was too late." L'ciel said sadly, his eyes have begun to water.

"If only I was faster! If only I had figure it out! Your parents...they were taken by the Hunters' Guild... We were going to meet up yesterday night while you were asleep to discuss where to go next and what to do... I was delayed as I was gathering some materials to pass it to your parents. As I reach our meeting place, I was stopped by two hunters from the guild, they had surrounded the area and forbade anyone from entering or passing through..." said L'ciel coarsely, "I couldn't do anything, our top priority was to keep you safe, I saw them putting your parents in cages before leaving the area. They are headed towards the Courts,"

"Why?" I asked angrily as I struggled to withhold tears that threatened to flow down my eyes, "Why? Why is that your top priority? Why didn't you save my parents? Why!? Why did they take my parents!?" L'ciel kept quiet. He had no answer to give me as tears streamed down my eyes. There was no point in holding back any longer, this was too much to take, "My name...it's not in the book about humans," I said as my voice shook. He looked at me with wide-eyes, "So you have found out," he said, I looked at him, my tears have stopped. "Your existence is unknown. You are a child born in shadows, you are child born of science and magic," L'ciel said looking straight at me.

"Science? Magic?" I was confused, from the book itself, science had ceased to exist. Magic prevailed. "You will be able to use science and magic, you are able to use them both in balance... You will be the one to turn the wheels of fate." L'ciel continued, looking straight into my eyes. I know not the future that lies ahead of me, it was fearful. I did not have my parents with me. L'ciel... how much does he know? How much will he tell me? The wheels of fate and I, why are we connected? I was silent...

"I'll leave you be..." said L'ciel, I looked up at him startled, "Are you going to leave me alone here?" L'ciel soften and looked at me, "I need to find a way to save your parents..." he replied. I nodded, "How can I help? What can I do?" I asked earnestly, hoping very much that I can help in any way in order to release my parents from whatever, whoever had taken them from me. "Stay out of the light and... here - " L'ciel handed me some books, "- read these up. Your parents wrote them, these books contain all their research," he said and continued when I look at him questioningly, "You'll understand more about this current era and how it came to be and I believe you might find yourself in them too..."

Adrian is a young human boy who woke up one day to find himself all alone. His parents had disappeared and he had no idea where they were. Thrown into a world which he knows nothing about, the only person he could trust was a werewolf that his parents had raised before he was born. A world of science and magic, where does he stand? This is his story.

Shui Shui was very strong in all aspects. This was probably because of the reality of society in her previous life.
When she faced the elders'conversation, she could not interrupt the truth. She would listen quietly and reply a few sentences when appropriate. She would definitely not act rashly. She was obedient and sensible. She was deeply loved by the elders. Shui Shui Shui knew that the relatives of these elders were not here and they were only here to retire. Although she was not clear about the details, as long as they were here, she would occasionally show her skills She would cook some food to show her respect to her teacher. If there was a festival, she would also send gifts. Of course, there was no special festival at the moment. Moreover, Teacher's Day was passed in a daze during her military training.
After a day of study, Shui Shui left teacher Hu's house while her father, Qian An, came to fetch Shui Shui Shui at night.
When she saw her father's car, Shui Shui ran over. "Daddy. "
"My dear daughter, you've lost weight. Have you not eaten on time recently? " Qian an looked at Shui Shui Shui. His Chin had become sharper. This was not good. The child was still young and he could not not eat.
Shui Shui shook her head. "I eat a lot. I won't starve myself. "
"In the city center, my father's friend opened a hotpot restaurant. I'll bring you to have a taste today. " Qian an drove to the city center.
Shui Shui was more casual. When they arrived at the hotpot restaurant, they were brought to an exquisite small room. Then, the waiter served the menu.
Shui Shui looked at the menu. Qian an let Shui Shui order her favorite food. He did as he pleased.
"Father, I'll order then. " Shui Shui took the money and drew a line on a list. She wanted a portion of fat cattle, a portion of fat sheep rolls, shrimp balls, and pickled beef. Of course, she also ordered vegetables.
Finally, she chose the bottom of the pot. She chose the mandarin duck hotpot, clear soup, and spicy hot pot.
After all, this was a hotpot. Shui Shui Shui even ordered some snacks. After she finished drawing, she taught them to the waiter. Then, she could place the order.
Shui Shui raised her head because when the waiter came in, there was an old man. He shook hands with his father. "CEO Qian, long time no see. I didn't expect you to call yesterday morning and come to support me today. "
"today, I brought my youngest daughter here for dinner. I brought her here to taste the freshness. Shui Shui, come and call uncle LE. " Qian an waved at Shui Shui Shui.
Shui Shui hurriedly stood up and nodded at the old man. "Hello, uncle LE. My name is Qian Shuishui. "
"Shui Shui, I've heard about you from your father a long time ago. Your child has grown up and is now in high school, right? " Uncle Le looked kindly at Shui Shui Shui. The child of his own businessman was a cute junior.
Shui Shui smiled. "Yes, uncle LE. I just entered the first year of high school. "
"Not bad, first year of high school. My son is also in the first year of high school. Let's have a meal together if there's a chance. " Uncle Le Smiled "Then I won't disturb your meal. You guys have your meal and the waiters will pay the bill to me. " Uncle Le instructed the waiters and exchanged a few pleasantries with Qian an before leaving.
"This uncle specializes in the catering industry. He has hotels in other provinces and he keeps a very low profile. " Qian an gave a simple introduction to Shui Shui. In fact, it would be beneficial for her to get to know more people in the business world.
"Shui Shui, what about dad? I hope that you can walk the path of business in the future and walk the path of Dad. " Qian an directly said what he was looking forward to.
Shui Shui was not interested in this topic, but she did want to talk about something similar today.
"Dad, actually, I have considered it. I have already looked at it. My goal is two universities. One is Beijing University, and the other is the University of Science and technology. I want to study physics or chemistry. Maybe it's mathematics. I will also consider it."As for physics.. She had actually been thinking about it all this while. After all, when she was in university, she could still learn something new, physics and chemistry.
Qian an was a little surprised. "Science and Engineering Students? It's very hard. Besides, you're a girl. It's better for you to study liberal arts. If you don't want to study business, you can study art. There are many excellent music schools nowadays. "
"... Dad, I like science and engineering. And I've already decided that the science and engineering of these two schools are among the best in the country, and one of them is studying in China and foreign exchange for half a year."She was confident in herself. Where there's a will, there's a way "when I become an adult, I can be completely independent. "
The meaning of 'completely independent' was very obvious. He no longer needed the support of his family.
Qian an was stunned. "Shui Shui, sigh, earning money is not as easy as you think. "
"I know that earning money is very hard, but I enjoy the process of earning money by myself. So I will work hard. Father, I hope that one day you can be proud of me. " These words were very confident, and Shui Shui was very serious. She wanted to be herself. She wanted to be more free and easy in her new life.
Qian an was a little touched, and his eyes were a little astringent. He did not expect his child to say such words. The eldest daughter and youngest son had never said such words. He believed his own child's words. He had witnessed Shui Shui's hard work and change.
This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy. Please do not reprint it!


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

"Dang this place is just like downtown Vancouver!" I looked around the place and commented.

"Yeah." Lili said casually, followed with a spike of energy: "Oooo guys! I need to show you something! Follow me!"

We followed her without question.

"So are you guys religious?" Lili asked with both hands behind her head.

"I am Christian." I answered.

"Same." Hazuki replied with a quiet voice.

"What about you Lili?" I asked.

"I am atheist. But I do go to church once in a while."

"What kind of church is it?" I asked.

"The church of high thigh my dude! Man, thigh is love, thigh is life!"

"..."

"..."

"Nah, I believe in science. I loved science since I was little." Lili added.

"I see." I commented.

"Alright here we are." Lili stopped in front of one of the building.

"The Church of Yang." I read the logo. "Wtf is this?"

"I figured if the two of you want to understand this world more, this is the place to come."

"Fair enough." I said, and a second later Lili pushed opened the door and the 3 of us stepped inside.

"Looks like we are in the middle of the preaching." Lili said with a hushed voice, and the whole place was jammed back so we had to stand in the very back. And there at the very front, was a familiar looking giant penguin dressed in priestly robes.

"Is that?"

"Yep, Sam. Aka, tyrantboost2." Lili answered.

"In the beginning God created the world and mankind, and the 4 dark lords." Sam preached.

"Amongst the 4 dark lord, the legend was born. And was given direct authority and power from God to rule over mankind."

"Without the Legend, we toxic people would have no home to go. Rito banished him into the void, only to find him return more powerful and more toxic."

"Today we will look at one of the passages from Yang's book 'The art of the scam' the passage we are reading today is: 'The hoes ain't worth it.'"

Then there was about a rant for 30 minutes of various points supporting the statement, and to be honest I was quite convinced in the end.

"That wraps up tonight's sermon, next week we will focus on the central passage of 'The art of scams', 'get money and fk bitches'. And always remember brothers and sisters, in yang we trust." Sam left the stage, and a brief moment later the church band came onto stage and began playing: 'Smoke weed everyday'.

What kind of cult is this?

"Aww, I wish they could just play Linkin park." Lili commented, then turned and began to leave.

I wonder what Yang is like...

Q: Would you go to the church of Yang?

This book consists of 70% dead memes and 30% plot. 

And you must be high to actually like the book Hehe xd

Once again another big shout out to @creaking_shadow (on wattpad) for making this next level awesome cover! (╯✧▽✧)╯ 

Disclaimer: I do not own the media, all credits go to original creators. And the organisations, settings, characters, are purely fictional and do not represent any real life religion or organisation, or groups.

"Do you know where your daughter is?" Zhao Yu had a bad feeling about Li Dan and asked the old lady immediately, "How can I find her?"
"Officer, I’ve told you everything that you asked, why do you still want to look for my daughter?" The old lady was still worried about the piano issue, afraid that Zhao Yu might add salt to her daughter’s wound.
"Nothing much. We only need some information about her, so it’s not necessary that we find her! Zhao Yu showed her his police badge and spouted nonsense, "I’m just fulfilling my mission! The police are currently investigating something related to that piano competition. Who knows, we might be able to find the culprit who harmed your daugher!"
"Oh…" The old lady pondered for a while and said to Zhao Yu, "my daughter should be with the performance troupe! Probably the City Cultural Palace performance troupe? When she left today, she told me she might be going to the countryside with the troupe tonight, and would probably be back after four or five days!"
"Oh? Out of town?" Zhao Yu thought. He felt tense. Why was it so coincidental that Li Dan was rushing out of town at this time? If she was the real culprit of the Lost Hand Case, did this mean that she was going to strike again?
"Officer, how about this?" The old lady tried to cooperate, "Let me give my daughter a call and ask her?"
"Hmmm, there’s no need for that!" Zhao Yu waved his hands immediately. If there was really something wrong with Li Dan, calling her could alert her. It was better to investigate discreetly. He said to the old woman, "Alright, there’s no need to call. My mission is almost complete. I will stop troubling you!" He began to walk outside and wanted to call Li Beini quickly. He wanted her to check on Li Dan’s location to see if she was with the performance troupe. However, on his way out, he suddenly noticed something was not right. There was a lock on the door of the bedroom next to the living room. Seeing this lock, he stopped and asked, "Ma’am, why is this door locked?"
"Oh, this is my daughter’s room!" the old lady answered truthfully. "My daughter cares a lot about cleanliness! Her room is always locked, and nobody is allowed to go in!"
Not allowed to go in? Zhao Yu got more curious. He asked the old lady if she could open the door to let him take a look.
"No, no, definitely not!" the old lady waved her hands. "My daughter is very against others entering her room, and that includes me! Moreover, the key is always with her, so even I cannot enter!"
"Don’t worry! I can open it!" Zhao Yu did not care and reached for the lock.
"No! You really can’t!" the old lady stood in front of the door, blocking it. "I beg you, Officer. I’ll be honest with you! My daughter is a clean freak. If she finds out that someone has entered her room, she will be very angry! I beg you, my daughter has suffered enough, please don’t add salt to her wound."
"A clean freak? Really?" Zhao Yu thought. By this point, Zhao Yu felt that he had to go in and take a look even if he was wrong again. He would not give up! But the old lady was blocking the front of the door, guarding it from Zhao Yu with her life. Facing an old lady like this, it was not possible for Zhao Yu to use force.
What should be done? A normal policeman might have been stuck in this situation, but this was nothing for a crafty fellow like Zhao Yu. He came up with an idea fast and immediately asked the old lady with a stern face, "Ma’am! Let me ask you, is the cleanliness of her room, or the life of your daughter more important?"
"Ah?" The old lady was confused. "Officer, what, what do you mean?"
Zhao Yu took a deep sigh and pretended to be hesitant, "Actually, I did not want to say this! But under such circumstances, I have to be honest with you in order to save your daughter’s life! The reason why I’m here to find your daughter today is because someone wants to harm her!!"
"Ah!?" The old lady was startled and began to tremble again, "Who? Who’s the wicked person who wants to harm my daughter?"
"It could be the one who planted the razor blade, or it could be someone else," Zhao Yu lied. "Your daughter might have some important evidence, which is why I want to take a look at her room! If the culprit could be arrested soon, wouldn’t your daughter be safe?"
"Oh, I see!" The old lady was terrified and confused. She said in a trembling voice, "No, I must quickly give my daughter a call and tell her to be careful!"
"No, don’t worry!" Zhao Yu quickly stopped her, "We’ve already sent some men to protect your daughter! You don’t have to worry about this, but I need to take a look at your daughter’s room! How about this, believe in my skills, and I guarantee that I won’t leave a single trace so that your daughter won’t be able to tell!"
"Really?" the old lady slowly moved away from the door after hearing Zhao Yu’s words.
"Don’t worry! I’m a professional detective!" Zhao Yu smiled happily and walked to the door. Without using a screwdriver or anything, he held the door frame with one hand and forced open the lock. "See, the lock is not damaged. I’ll fasten it again when I come out and everything will be fine!" Zhao Yu signalled "OK" with his hand to the old lady. He had done numerous lock-picking activities in the past, so naturally he was good at it. The door squeaked open, and there was a smell akin to that of resin. A neat and tidy room was vividly in front of Zhao Yu.
Although the room was furnished very simply, everything was placed neatly, and the window was spotless. It was evident that the owner not only liked cleanliness, but was also a very meticulous person!
Although Zhao Yu was inexperienced in criminal investigation, he was good at observing people. Just from this glance, he became aware that Li Dan’s character seemed to match the psychological profile of the culprit of the Lost Hand Case. The culprit was also meticulous, calm, and level-headed--someone who had the ability to execute all of the details with perfection.
Zhao Yu stepped into the room. The old lady wanted to follow him in but was stopped by Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu told her to look from outside the door as the chances of her daughter discovering would increase if more people came in.
The old lady looked from the outside obediently. The room was not big and there was little furniture inside. Other than a big, old-fashioned wooden bed, there was a wine cabinet, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf. The design of the furniture was old, but they were well maintained and timeless.
After a simple observation, Zhao Yu felt that searching the bookshelf was necessary if he wanted to find any information. There were many books on the bookshelf and each book was clean and intact. The books had been carefully categorized by Li Dan.
From the categories and book titles, Zhao Yu could tell that Li Dan read extensively, from literature and science, to technology and medical science. For medical science there were actually a few books on anaesthesiology and anatomy!
The moment he saw these books, Zhao Yu could not help but feel agitated. He was about to take a book when he suddenly heard the old lady shout at the door, "Officer, why aren’t you wearing gloves?"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

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