All good things had to come to an end. After all, Fefferman was the head of the mathematics department, he still had a lot of work to do in Princeton.
Lu Zhou sent Fefferman to the airport. As he watched Fefferman carry his suitcase toward the security checkpoint, Lu Zhou said, "Have a safe flight."
"I will." Fefferman waved goodbye and said, "If you have any new discoveries, make sure to contact me."
Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.
"I will."
Over the next few days, Lu Zhou returned to his Zhongshan International mansion, the buildings at the Institute for Advanced Study, and his office at Jin Ling University. His number theory classes and computational materials science classes had finished for this semester, so he didn't have a lot of university work to do. 
Lu Zhou either worked on his own research or help his students finish their academic tasks.
Honestly, when he saw his students growing and thriving, he felt a sense of accomplishment.
Mathematics department office.
Lu Zhou called Han Mengqi to his desk.
"I have some good news for you."
Han Mengqi looked at Lu Zhou's mysterious expression and felt suspicious.
"What good news?"
"This morning, I received an email from the ACS-Nano editorial department. Your thesis has passed review!" Lu Zhou smile and said, "Congratulations, you're a top publishing scholar now."
Han Mengqi was stunned. She suddenly had a joyful smile on her face.
"Really?"
"Of course." Lu Zhou smiled and said, "This is the result of your hard work for the past six months. What do you think? Are you excited?"
Han Mengqi nodded her head excitedly.
"Yeah, super excited!"
The impact factor of ACS-Nano was around 14, and it was one of the top journals in materials science. Successfully submitting a thesis to this journal wasn't an easy task.
Han Mengqi's thesis reviewer was the deputy editor-in-chief, Ali Javey, a big name in the materials science world. Lu Zhou once exchanged emails with him at an academic conference.
Even though the reason why the thesis was accepted so quickly might have something to do with Lu Zhou's name on the thesis as a corresponding author, but the quality of the thesis itself was unquestionable.
After all, reputation was part of it, but the academic community mostly cared about quality content.
When Lu Zhou saw how excited Han Mengqi was, he sincerely felt happy for her.
Roughly speaking, all of his students were quite outstanding.
In addition to Han Mengqi's thesis, there were two PhD theses that were also published, one in number theory and one in computational materials science. They were published in SIAM Review, which had an impact factor of four, and Nano Today, which had an impact factor of 17.
Since Wu Shuimu was able to publish in a journal that had an impact factor of over 10, he was ecstatic.
Even though this thesis was part of a research project of the Institute for Advanced Study and that some people had some doubts about his first author title, he did actually put a lot of work into this project.
As for He Changwen's thesis, other than some guidance from Lu Zhou, he basically completed it on his own.
Mathematics journals generally had lower impact factors. The real level of influence wasn't reflected properly by the impact factors. Even though "SIAM Review" wasn't considered to be one of the top four mathematics journals, it was still a top-tier journal according to the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
Another thesis was from Feng Jin, and his journal's impact factor was around 1-2.
His thesis was still in peer review, but the results should come out by July.
As for the other three mathematics and one materials science master's students that weren't able to complete their thesis, Lu Zhou didn't blame them.
After all, different people had different abilities. Not to mention, Jin Ling University students weren't comparable to Princeton students. He never expected all of his students to be outstanding. He only expected them to be able to complete his tasks step by step.
Lu Zhou went to the cafeteria at noon to eat some barbecue meat on rice. After he returned to his office, he saw it was about time for his interview. He changed into a handsome formal attire and sat on his office sofa. He was then interviewed by the British Nature Weekly.
Recently, he had been receiving a lot of interview invitations; some were from domestic media outlets, and others were international.
Lu Zhou knew that the public was curious about his research work. Therefore, he selectively agreed to conduct interviews for a few appropriate media outlets.
For example, Nature Weekly was one of them.
Nature Weekly was much more academic-focused than media outlets like the Daily Mail. It had a serious attitude toward covering academic figures and scientific breakthroughs.
After the reporter and the photographer arrived at the mathematics department, Lin Yuxiang enthusiastically invited the two of them to sit down. She then poured two cups of coffee for them.
The camera was turned on and the microphone was set in place. Belinda sat professionally and smiled. 
She then opened her mouth and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lu Zhou."
"Nice to meet you."
Belinda smiled and said, "Do you still remember when we met five years ago at the CERN headquarters in Switzerland? Back then, you participated in the European Nuclear research conference as an intern because of the 750 GeV characteristic peak discovery, and I interviewed you back then."
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "No wonder you look familiar."
Belinda smiled and said, "I still remember when Professor Grayer at CERN boasted about your physics abilities. Can I ask why did you choose the path of mathematics instead?"
"At first, it was because my major was mathematics." Lu Zhou thought for a bit and said, "But the more in-depth research I did, the more interested I became. In the end, I decided to dive into the field."
Belinda was surprised. "Oh really?"
Lu Zhou smiled and nodded. "Yeah."
Belinda looked at her notes and said, "The general solution for the Yang-Mills equations has been found. According to my understanding, there is still a crucial problem that hasn't been solved, which is the Yang-Mills existence and mass gap. A lot of physicists have said that this problem is the holy grail of modern physics… What I want to ask is, why do they say this? What is so difficult about this problem?"
This question wasn't easy to answer.
After all, most people didn't even know what the Yang-Mills existence and mass gap, much less understand why it was so difficult.
Lu Zhou thought for a bit.
He then said, "Figuring out the Yang-Mills existence and mass gap requires the exploration of the hadrons under the strong interaction described by the special unitary group of gauge theory. As for the unknown hadron world, the minimum frequency required for a high energy beam to detect it is the minimum mass times the square of the speed of light, divided by the Planck constant." 
Lu Zhou paused for a second before he continued, "Thus, we can calculate the minimum frequency of the hadron world experiment is 10^24 Hz. The high degree of coupling interactions indicates that the world of hadrons is very different from the world that we are familiar with. Understanding a world that one is not familiar with is a meaningful and challenging thing in and of itself. It can change the face of civilization and can help us discover livable planets.
"Simply put, we will find out how massless particles are able to form particles with mass, and how the four fundamental forces can unify together." 
Belinda looked surprised.
"So your goal is to unify the four basic forces?"
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "This isn't just my goal, this is the entire physics world's goal."
Belinda immediately asked, "Then how do you think we can achieve this goal?"
Lu Zhou thought for a bit and said, "Before unifying gravity with the other three fundamental forces, I think it is important to achieve unity between the three fundamental forces first."
"The Yang-Mills equations problem is the first step to the Grand Unified Theory. Establishing the relationship between the strong interaction and electromagnetic force will become an extremely important piece of the puzzle, and it could be the last piece we need to unify the three basic forces… After all, Weinberg's theory of weak electricity unification has already unified the electromagnetic force and weak interaction by adding a Higgs field."
Belinda had a thoughtful expression on her face as she continued, "So what you're saying is, the electromagnetic force will bond the weak interaction and strong interaction together?"
"Yes." Lu Zhou leaned back against the sofa and jokingly said, "Then they will all go find the anti-social gravitational force… But I'm guessing that won't happen in my lifetime."


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"


Their carpool driver on the way back to the pet shop was a middle-aged man who looked rather calm. He was not as talkative as Jamie. He would answer their questions, but would not say anything else or initiate conversations. It's clear that he just wanted to drive quietly. 
Guo Dongyue put the bird cage between his legs, closed his eyes and didn't make a sound. He opened his eyes occasionally to observe the status of the two red-headed lovebirds. He could tell that the lovebirds had not accustomed to the bumpy ride, for they were not as calm as they were when in the Phoenix House. 
"Can you drive slower please?" Guo Dongyue reminded the driver. 
"Meow meow! Drive faster!" Snowy Lionet was playing the same tricks it used earlier when they headed to the Phoenix House. It took advantage of the inertia when the car turned corners and tried to lean on Fina. Fina just used its claws to push away Snowy Lionet impatiently. 
Zhang Zian was about to take a nap when his phone rang. It was a text message sent from Wei Kang. 
[Wei Kang]: I have taught so many students, and many of them are older than you. I can see that you have concerns. I don't know what you are worrying about. Perhaps you might think that I want to take this opportunity to become famous, but I really just want to make some contributions to the academic community. If you agree to provide the genes of the original Egyptian cat, I assure that the first authorship of the essay will be yours. 
Zhang Zian did not reply the message right away; instead, he was thinking quietly. 
He remembered a piece of scientific news he had read before. 
In 1999, Doctor L. Lee Grismer published an essay about Chinese cave geckos. It was a rare species of gecko that inhabited Pingxiang, Guangxi Province, China. The scientist believed that by publishing that essay, the local government would pay attention to them and adopt better measures to protect these geckos. 
Unexpectedly, after Grismer's essay was published, these geckos with peculiar looks became popular rare treasures. The price of one Chinese cave gecko had been raised to USD $2,000 by international buyers. And in 1999, USD $2,000 could buy a lot of things in China. 
Driven by tremendous profits, the people's craze for Chinese cave geckos was unstoppable. Researchers soon found that the habitats of the geckos as mentioned in the essay "looked like they had been bombed, and every rock had been rummaged searching for geckos". Nowadays in Pingxiang, Guangxi Province, it was really hard to spot a Chinese cave gecko because of their excessive capture in the past. 
Zhang Zian thought about the man on the Wang Haige who wore a wind coat and pretended to know it all. That guy sold rare pets for profits. He also remembered the rich female mentioned by Guo Dongyue. She spent large amounts of money just to build a glass garden house for an intelligent grey parrot... Whether it was in China or overseas, rich people were rather frenetic about rare animals. 
Considering the tragic lesson learned from the Chinese cave geckos, if Wei Kang really wrote something like "an original Egyptian cat has been found in Binhai City, and it can help determine the evolution process of house cats" in his essay, what would happen? 
The consequences would be unimaginable. 
But for sure, the doorsteps of the Amazing Fate Pet Shop would be trampled, and his entire shop would be crowded by ordinary people and government officials. To hold Fina in their possession, people would promise him large amounts of money, or government officials would demand he hand Fina over to the country and give him a certificate for his merits... What was worse was that some wicked people might think of horrible means to clear obstacles in order to get Fina. 
Right now, a few netizens had suspected that Fina might be an original Egyptian cat, but they were just guessing, and they would probably forget about it after a while... However, If Wei Kang, a professor of Binhai University published an essay, the resulting situations would be uncontrollable. 
Zhang Zian wanted to make his contributions to science, with the premise that his life would not be disturbed, and his safety would not be jeopardized. Obviously, if Wei Kang's essay was published, his quiet and tranquil life would be gone for good. 
How about asking Wei Kang not to expose where Fina was? That would also be an unrealistic option. A scientific essay must be precise, and the factors in the essay must be provable and repeatable; the authors could not just make up the essay from hearsay without evidence. After Wei Kang's essay was released, his colleagues in the academic community from home and abroad would definitely visit him, and ask him where the original Egyptian cat was found. And Wei Kang must answer their questions honestly, or his academic reputation would be compromised—people should not underestimate scientists' persistence to chase and explore the truth. 
The tragedy that happened to Chinese cave geckos was not an isolated incident; in fact, similar situations had occurred several times. Every time scientists found out about a new species, the population of the new species would be reduced significantly because of overcapture. Even if the habitats of the new species were not specified in the essay, as long as there were descriptions of their habits, people who set their minds on hunting them could speculate the areas where they lived anyway. 
Zhang Zian turned his head to look at Fina. Fina was squatting on the spot beside him with its head turned to look at the view that disappeared quickly out the window. Fina raised its claws from time to time to push away the annoying Snowy Lionet. Snowy Lionet was very persistent and was not dismayed by these frustrations. It circled around Fina, trying every means from every angle to lick Fina's fur…
Sometimes, when Snowy Lionet was between Fina and Zhang Zian, it would involuntarily lean against Zhang Zian due to being pushed by Fina. When such situations occurred, Snowy Lionet would stare at Zhang Zian with its big blue eyes fiercely. 
Zhang Zian had to admit that it felt good to touch Snowy Lionet's long fur, and its angry look made it even more adorable. A cat lover would just keep touching its fur affectionately... 
After thinking seriously for a while, he decided to reply to Wei Kang. 
[Zhang Zian]: Professor Wei, it's not that I tend to decline people's requests, or that I have any doubt about your integrity, it's just that I am concerned about what will happen after the fact that Fina is an original Egyptian cat is exposed to the public. I am just an ordinary person, and I want to live like an ordinary person. I don't want to live surrounded by the media's spotlights. So I'm sorry, but I can't agree to your request... Maybe one day I will say yes, but not right now. 
He pushed the send button, and he received Wei Kang's message in a quick moment. 
[Wei Kang]: I understand that my request was too abrupt, and that I haven't taken your feelings into consideration. You are right; if I were you, I probably wouldn't want to be the focus of media either. I will reflect upon my mistake, and I will try to come up with the perfect plan that will work for everyone. Until then, I will not bring up a similar request to you. 
Zhang Zian felt relieved after reading the message. It seemed that Wei Kang was understanding and reasonable, unlike the mad scientists in the movies who would do anything at any cost for the sake of scientific research... 
Now that Wei Kang would not disturb him randomly, he felt quite relaxed. 
In fact, all the excuses he used above were just his minor concerns. The most important reason he rejected Wei Kang was that he never treated Fina as a cat or a pet. Whether it was Galaxy, Fina or Old Time Tea, he would respect their opinions. If they wanted to follow him to the Phoenix House, he would bring them. If they'd rather go back into the game and sleep, he would not force them to do anything else. 
They were not pets, they were Elves who had transcended the boundaries of time and space. They had their own willpowers and longings — he understood that from Snowy Lionet's experience. They were the companions of their owners, not the subordinates of their owners. They followed their owners because they liked them and identified with them, so, in return, their owners should also award them with candidness and respect. 
Hm? 
He noticed that the scene outside was a little strange. They were not on the same route as when they headed to the Phoenix House. 
"Excuse me, are we on the right track?" he asked the driver. 
"Yes, we are." The driver didn't understand why he asked, and he checked his phone which was used as the navigator to make sure. 
"We are going the right way." Guo Dongyue opened his eyes and said, "We are not heading back to the pet shop yet. I want to take these two parrots to my home first, to see how my mother will react to them, so that I can make sure what I'm doing is not meaningless." 
Zhang Zian nodded his head, agreeing to Guo Dongyue. He felt that Guo Dongyue was really thoughtful, and that it was indeed necessary for his mother to see the parrots first.


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

Two months later, the long river of time entered the early summer season. Although the four seasons in the desert area were not apparent, the lengthened daylight still made the newly sown pastures planted on rapidly expanding wetland the edge of the LS experimental oasis to grow more dense and satisfying.
The cultivation of other vegetation was temporarily abandoned. Among the six beautiful breeds of herbages painstakingly harvested and planted in a large area by the LS Group, the 'green seagrass' that was the fastest-growing and had the most developed rhizome was the only advice given by soil and water conservation experts.
Sometimes, scientific conclusions could be so simple that it was absolutely ridiculous. However, the process of obtaining such findings and their value were never dull. With only slightly more than ten days, pastures of more than ten square kilometers appear miraculously in the desert.
At this moment, a scattered of 70 to 80 cattle and sheep of various breeds were wandering around on the grass, swinging their tails in low spirits on the grassland that stretched out as far as eyes could see. As they chewed on the fresh green grass, they would raise their heads while 'mooing' and 'baaing' from time to time, as they looked at the group of people wearing wide-brimmed hats of various sizes who were looking around.
As the cattle and sheep watched the people, the people watched them back as well. An aged, skinny, white man with a goatee dressed in a typical cowboy wear pointed at the animals trodding slowly as they ate, "Dr. Lisheng, just by judging on the water and grass resources alone, this place is even better than the best pasture I have ever seen before. Generally, about 200 beef cattle can be bred in cycles in every square kilometer of land in a pasture and a good pasture can have an additional 10 to 20% cattle but judging on the growth of the herbage here, it will be enough to even feed 280 to 300 cattle. Unfortunately, while the desert's unique climatic environment has given the grass an unprecedented benign growth environment, it has also made it very difficult for a pasture to be built. This is very contradictory, but it is a reality. The herbage of fine breed selected by the breeding experts can quickly adapt to the changing temperature in the sand, but it doesn't mean that the livestock can be so lucky too. The difference in environmental resilience between plants and animals is quite outrageous, like the difference between Mount Everest and the Mariana Trench. Judging on the current hot temperature, this grassland is very suitable for breeding short-haired livestock such as the Berkeley Black Cattle or the Orland Flower Cattle. However, when the temperature drops sharply below zero at night, the growth of the short-haired cattle will be seriously affected no matter how warm the cowshed is. The mortality rate will be very high too. There won't be any problem if you raise alpine yaks at night, but the scorching heat during the day can easily cause hairy cattle breeds to dehydrate and die… Oh wait, I forgot that you're an outstanding biologist, so it's a bit redundant for me to tell you all these. In short, we're facing many difficult problems that can even be said as unsolvable…"
"Dr. Brown, a biologist is not the same as an animal husbandry expert. The study of wildlife and the study of animals domesticated by humans are completely two concepts. I need your team's and your professional advice. I know that it's a huge challenge building a qualified ranch in such a damned environment, but this is indeed our need, or should I say, the needs of all people living in Noah. After going through millions of years of evolution, Earthlings must be supplemented with sufficient protein and fat to be healthy and strong. The continuous worsening of the food crisis will force Noah immigrants to learn to build farms in the desert sooner or later. We cannot live forever on the food and frozen sea fish grown in skyscrapers. It doesn't matter if we fail after a hard try. The history will remember our attempt this time. Please don't give up!" Wearing a sweatshirt, shorts, and a big straw hat, Zhang Lisheng, who had a short thick beard on and a tanned-skin, stood beside the old man and looked into the distance. He interrupted the old man's words, and eloquently encouraged him.
He only did two things after the magical excavation of the wetlands on the edge of the oasis—one, preparing a paper entitled "The Analysis of the Evolution of Desert Animals and Plants along with the Change of Water Sources" to explain the reason why he bought a massive chunk of desert land and hired excavators to unearth the barren badlands.
To a professional scholar, scientifically demonstrating a subject that had a clear conclusion was as easy as drawing a target after he had opened fire. This was because all the derivation processes he said had already been proven to be correct. Even if other scientists wanted to refute him, they could never take out any evidence anyway.
After all, the source of convincing scientific research laid in its praxis. As the saying went, 'experience is the best teacher,' if the young man could not have dug out water from the sand, then his paper would have just been an ordinary academic discussion. However, now that he had dug out a wetland, this paper would naturally become a 'true knowledge' that had been proven in practice, which was also the reality of cutting-edge scientific research.
The new paper was published without any dispute on the front page of Science magazine. Not only had it given a successful explanation, but it had also brought Zhang Lisheng a very high academic status, making him a superb practical biology authority in one fell swoop.
Then, the second thing the young man did was to turn the desert into a wetland planted with herbages.
For this purpose, he recruited more than ten well-known animal husbandry experts and purchased thousands of livestock of different breeds at high prices. After five consecutive weeks of experimental grazing, it was time to check the results.
As the scientist leading the breeding experiment, Brown was obviously not satisfied with the results of his hard work of more than 30 days. However, this did not mean that this stubborn old man born in a Californian cowboy family would give up just like this.
"Dr. Lisheng, we all know that it's improbable for a scientist above 40 years old to achieve groundbreaking results no matter how good he is, but I'm already 61 years old and just no long before, I was begging for God to give me a valid job offer every day. Noah doesn't have any ranch, and so all cattle and sheep are kept in air-conditioned rooms, enclosed in the space of less than eight square meters from the moment they're born until they're slaughtered. I'm a scientist and a cowboy on top of that! I cannot allow myself to wear an all-white lab coat and slippers drawing blood of the livestock for medical examinations in a crowded building all day. That's not the place for animal husbandry, at least, not for a stubborn old guy like me! you've allowed me to regain my ideal life, so I'll grasp it and will never give up until I succeed!" Brown answered Zhang Lisheng's concerns with great determination.
In the face of the old man's rigid and solemn expression, even though the young man did not quite understand the American cowboy spirit, he could still clearly read an indomitable stubborn spirit. He understood the character and perseverance behind this look. After a few seconds of bafflement, he suddenly put on a faint smile. "I'm sorry, Dr. Brown. I can't believe that I've actually doubted the willpower of a cowboy with a true scientific spirit. From now on, I'll entrust all of the planning of the ranch to you. I believe in your professional attitude and knowledge. When the ranch is built, I'll reward you with 5% of the annual animal husbandry income, and you can distribute it to your team members as a bonus…" 
When the young man reached here, he raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "Oh, well then, there's no need for me to stay here anymore. It's 4.40pm now, so I'll make it in time for dinner if I go back to New Washington A now. I'll take my leave first, see you guys again."
Then, he proceeded to turn around and walked towards the oasis in the distance.
"Everything is entrusted to me? Everything is entrusted to me just like this…" Staring at the receding back of the young man in bewilderment, Brown's jaw dropped as he spoke in disbelief.
"This is the boss' style of doing things, Dr. Brown. He has a unique vision and determination and is very good at using these two qualities. When he encounters a problem, he always finds the best person who can solve it in the shortest time," Charlie who was standing behind the old man shrugged and said, "Alright now, tell me what else do you need. Don't hesitate to tell me whether it's in terms of money, personnel, or material…"
On the newly sown pasture, the LS CEO began to discuss the next investment with the founder of the group's most important industry in the future while the company's founder drove his solar-powered jeep out of the oasis, speeding towards the city that was 150 kilometers away.
After speeding for more than an hour on the desert, the outline of skyscrapers finally clearly appeared before the young man's eyes in the evening.
Although news about a confidentiality treaty had been signed, and that the hot story had begun to cool down after more than a hundred days of settling down, Zhang Lisheng was still careful enough to not go home. Instead, he wandered aimlessly in the city and casually parked his car in front of a restaurant that seemingly had a good business.
However, to his surprise, as soon as he got off the car, he heard somebody calling out to him in a low voice before he could enter the restaurant, "Lisheng, why are you in the city?"
"I can't stay in the desert forever, Riley. Then again, it's pretty amazing that you can still recognize me from just my back now that I look like this," Zhang Lisheng turned around and looked at Lavin family's eldest daughter who was carrying her handbag behind her in a casual manner looking as though she had just gotten off work.
"Oh, my poor brother. Did you change your profession and went to the beach to become a surfer? Why did you become so dark? You even have a beard on top of that?" Riley joked. "I didn't recognize you, but I did recognize your car. Did you drive all the way here to accompany me for dinner?"
The young man was shocked when he heard the girl said so. At this moment, he abruptly noticed that he was just a corner away from the NBC building. He could even see half of the logo sign from here. The restaurant not far away even had a neon sign board written with 'The Reporter's Home' flashing brightly above the wooden door with chic copper corner handles.
"Oh, I just randomly looked for a restaurant that looks good on the street, and I didn't expect it to be the 'candy house' of you NBC reporters. Since fate has arranged it to be so, it looks like I'll have no choice but to treat you to dinner," Zhang Lisheng burst into a chuckle and shook his head. He answered in an equally joking manner and walked into the restaurant together with Riley.
This was a typical American-style restaurant that perfectly integrated for drinking and dining. From the intricate and densely printed news clippings on the aged-looking long bar counter, he could clearly tell that the customers of this restaurant, that was, the employees of the broadcast or the newspaper publishing company.
However, those diners or coffee drinkers sitting on the high bar chairs who looked exhausted did not seem to care about the ingenuity of the restaurant. Nobody gave a damn to the printings on the bar as they chatted casually away with each other.


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

Yu Yuan stared at Ling Ran, and she looked so anxious it was as if her face was about to explode. 
Academic discussions were naturally proposed by the officials, but if someone put forth contradicting academic opinions in the same academic conference, it would arouse confrontations.
This was unlike conferences for natural science or internists. Surgeons had always been bold and passionate. In other words, their academic confrontations were often extremely intense, and the hostility would often leave a huge impact.
In her haste, Yu Yuan could only use her best skill as a weapon and made a promise. "Doctor Ling, why don't we go back and write an article to voice your opinions? You can make an outline so that you can get your points across when you speak, and it is also more acceptable. I'll do the actual writing and make sure it'll be a good one."
Ling Ran looked at Yu Yuan in surprise. "Have you always been writing the articles casually? No wonder…"
Yu Yuan's jaws dropped. "No wonder what?"
"You've been writing quite slow lately. You used to be able to write an article in two or three months, but nowadays, you only write one after a few months." Ling Ran recalled.
"That's because I was preparing for the attending physician licensure exam… right, Doctor Zuo?" Yu Yuan sent a distress signal to Zuo Cidian.
Zuo Cidian hesitated for a few seconds, looked at the operating table, and slowly said, "I think that Chief Physician Ji of the Provincial Research Institute of Digestive Diseases should be the one who took the lead for giving the expert opinions on the 'choosing of materials for surgery sutures', right?"
Yu Yuan nodded quickly. "Yes, Chief Physician Ji is able to get many projects and funds every year. I think his research institute for digestion is the earliest institution to be built in this field of medicine."
"It doesn't matter how early they built it. It still belongs to the provincial hospital, and since it's the provincial hospital's institution, we don't need to be afraid of him."
"Doctor Zuo, please don't give crazy suggestions." Yu Yuan sensed that something was wrong.
Zuo Cidian curled up his lips and said, "Doctor Yu, Department Director Huo has offended a lot of doctors from the provincial hospital. Besides, if they are provincial hospital doctors, even if we don't offend him, should we be flattering them now?"
Zuo Cidian made a thorough analysis of who was their enemy and friend, and he instantly diverted Yu Yuan's attention from the situation at hand. 
Yu Yuan moved her lips. "We're not Department Director Huo. Doctor Ling is still so young. Do you think it's good for him to be offending experts like Chief Physician Ji?"
"You don't say, but it might be possible." Zuo Cidian laughed a couple of times before saying, "Do you think you can be famous by appearing somewhere? There are so many people doing that, but they only end up as people who attend conferences and cannot contribute to it. Do you think it is possible to be respected, be an expert, make expert opinions, organize an expert consensus session, and not offend anyone?"
Yu Yuan was worried and became serious. "B-But… Doctor Zuo, engaging in academic confrontation is not that simple. If you put forth a refutation, the other party can also refute your points. This kind of thing may last for many years, but in the end, we will need evidence-based work to back up our arguments, and we will need a lot of money for that. We will suffer a lot if the opponent gets a hold of our weakness as well."
"I believe in Doctor Ling." Zuo Cidian did not understand how complex and serious were academic issues, academic confrontations, or expert opinions, but he knew that Ling Ran definitely in first-class in terms of academic issues, and his surgical skills were also top-notch. He believed that Ling Ran would win both in confrontations and getting evidence to back his claims. 
Who cared if it was an arms race as long as they won?
Yu Yuan looked at Ling Ran and then at Zuo Cidian. She was so anxious that she did not know what to do.
Ling Ran saw that the argument was over, and he said, "Then let's follow the original plan."
Yu Yuan was incredibly anxious, but she had no choice but to quietly take out her phone and send a text message to Huo Congjun through WeChat.
Soon, Huo Congjun texted back.
Yu Yuan quickly opened the message and saw Huo Congjun's reply, it was as simple as ever.
[I wish you victory in your first battle!]
….. 
Uneasiness, anxiety, excitement… 
After Yu Yan was tormented by a stream of emotions, the afternoon session finally arrived. 
The place where Ling Ran's second surgery was located was already crowded.
The medical staff from different hospitals, staff from different pharmaceutical sales companies, hotel service staff, as well as the guests, occupied the room so much that it was as crowded as a tourist bus, even though the staff had originally estimated that half or one-third of the room would be empty. 
Several cameras faced the stage from afar, all of which broadcasted Ling Ran's speech as the main event. 
In addition to the live-streaming platform from Yunli Medical Company, two more pharmaceutical companies joined the market. They wanted to establish a live broadcast system between hospitals and medical schools. The scope was not very large, but they lacked a lot of selling points. 
Ling Ran looked at the manuscript in his hands, turned on the microphone, picked it up, and said, "I'd like to talk about some problems regarding hepatectomy today."
There was no need for speeches in academic conferences like Duco to be too formal.
In fact, there was never a lot of formatted things in clinicians' speeches. When it came to surgeries, those speeches would usually be boring. 
At this time, speeches from the bosses sounded more interesting than those of the senior doctors, because they had specially assigned people to write their speeches, and even specially assigned people to improve them… 
As for academic-related things, no one ever knew just how much content was contained in the speech. 
Ling Ran's speech was a little boring. The writer behind his speech was Yu Yuan. And even though she often wrote articles, she seldom wrote speeches. Hence, when Ling Ran stood on stage to read his speech, it became boring. 
Fortunately, Ling Ran was handsome enough that they would never get tired of looking at him, and because of it, they spent a little more effort in trying to analyze what he said. 
"A picture is worth a thousand words. Ling Ran of Yun Hua Hospital is really handsome." Some of the important people under the stage also started discussing with each other with great interest. 
"He is so handsome. What was he thinking by becoming a doctor? Is he insane?"
"He has done more than one thousand cases of hepatectomies in the hospital."
Several bosses of Changxi Province were speechless when they heard the number of hepatectomy cases Ling Ran performed. 
In many cases, the number of surgeries actually served as the only way for a surgeon to improve in a certain surgery, and most of the time, it became an obstruction in their path of improvement. If senior doctors of the same department monopolized a certain type of surgery, junior doctors would not be able to master this type of surgery no matter how talented they were.
In a region, the top-level tertiary Grade A hospitals also monopolized major surgeries. Of course, they would not monopolize those surgeries as strictly as a department would, but as this became a silent influence in the industry, doctors of other hospitals who wanted to break this monopoly would need to put in a lot of effort.
A lot of resources needed to be accumulated especially to perform major surgeries. These resources were time, energy, equipment, and so on. Not only did the doctors and the hospitals need to invest in them, but it was also implied that a large number of patients needed to invest in this as well. 
No hospital could ignore one thousand cases of hepatectomies.
"Almost all of Yun Hua's freelance surgeries were taken by him. Young people are very energetic." Chief Physician Ji of the provincial hospital raised his chin while he sat in the middle. He was practically the most famous doctor in today's occasion. If it were not for the purpose of publishing his expert opinion this time, he would not have come.
"I have heard of that." The bosses who sat near him laughed. 
Some of Yun Hua Hospital's department directors also smiled with an indecipherable expression. "Huo Congjun pushed him to his position. He might be Old Huo's successor."
"So young?"
"He may as well just take over the whole Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, right?"
As soon as this statement was made, several people laughed.
"Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center has done more than a thousand hepatectomies. That's an impressive number you took in."
"I've also seen his surgery videos and live broadcasts. It's really amazing. Young people are quite impressive."
The bosses chatted casually. The ones sitting in the middle were all department directors. As far as the current environment in the country was concerned, although there was room for further improvement, it was still quite impossible for them to truly improve.
Therefore, doctors who were department directors were mostly relaxed.
They chatted in a relaxed manner, and their muscles were all relaxed. It was almost like they were on a holiday and enjoying their leisure time.
Right then, as Ling Ran talked about the treatment of the cut surface of the liver, he said, "Titanium clips or hemlock clips can be used to close blood vessels and bile ducts larger than 0.07 inches in diameter, but this is not the best choice. The best and most effective measure should be suture ligation. In addition, 5-0 single strand non-absorbable suture or single strand absorbable suture should be used for ligation. Figure 8 sutures should be used for relatively small blood vessels, and for larger vessels, continuous suture shall be used…"
As Ling Ran said that, many people in the conference room obediently shut their mouths. 
The bosses in the front row turned to Ling Ran when they heard about titanium clips.
Ling Ran remained composed even as he was under the people's gazes. He looked down at his speech and continued, "In this regard, I am against the suggested scope of use for titanium clips put forward by Chief Physician Ji during the expert opinion forum earlier today. In hepatectomies, such use of titanium clips is not conducive to surgeries, and it is not good for the postoperative recovery of patients—"
Chief Physician Ji's expression gradually turned stony.
The doctors' expressions gradually turned into those adopted by people when they wanted to enjoy a show. 
The representative of Duco Medical Company had a twisted expression. His fingers were pinching his thigh. In his mind, he could not help remembering what Ling Ran asked him earlier. 
"'Is any topic okay?"'
"'Yes, just go up and say whatever you want!'"


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Jin Xiangdong turned his gaze to the pretty face of Lu Jia'er, and his mouth lifted slightly. "Professor Lu, it should be said instead that you have the noble spirit of the humanities instead of an unfounded fear!"
"I'm being flattered so thoroughly that I'm not sure I can handle it!" Lu Jia'er smiled with curved eyebrows, which was completely different from the usual mood she exuded on her teaching days.
"My remarks are well-founded, not flattery!" said Jin Xiangdong.
"What is the basis?" Lu Jia'er expressed her curiosity.
"Professor Lu, I have seen all the papers you have written. Your views are very scientific while still being full of humanistic spirit!" Jin Xiangdong replied.
Every person has at least some desire to have their efforts recognized. Lu Jia'er was no exception. Her current focus was her academic point of view.
Modern psychology is a rich and colorful science. Its logical thinking in respect of delicacy, certainty and neutrality are used to portray its scientific spirit. But many scholars tended to ignore the humanistic spirit of psychology while focusing mostly on science, making psychology cold and devoid of human's tender feelings.
From Lu Jia'er's point of academic view, she has not only a very scientific, academic analysis of psychology—but also created different metaphorical expressions to replace psychological scientific terms. The balance that is achieved with metaphorical expressions, rigorous logic, and of rationality used in tandem with non-rationality, conveys the voice of the human heart better. It then becomes a realization of the integration and unification of the scientific spirit and humanistic spirit of psychology.
"I'm at a loss in regards to how to find north since I'm so recognized by you!" Lu Jia'er's heart was surging with sentiment.
"North is in this direction!" Jin Xiangdong immediately helped her by indicating the right direction.
"I expected that there would be a lot of pressure here since I would be working with people with high IQ. Now that I'm here, however, I seem to be at ease!" Lu Jia'er chuckled and said, losing her usually sedate and reserved manner.
"Our team has integrated handsomeness with wisdom and a sense of humor! Don't be stressed!" Jin Xiangdong praised.
Lu Jia'er was once again amused, and at the same time she expressed her agreement, "Well, it is really a team of beauties, with handsomeness, wisdom and sense of humor!"
"As for the word 'beauty', it is worthy of being used to describe me. Describing others with that word is an overstatement!" replied Jin Xiangdong.
After hearing his remarks, Lu Jia'er was surprised. She didn't expect Ace to have a narcissistic side, so she smiled and said, "As long as you are happy!"
"Professor Lu, you don't think I am a beauty!" Jin Xiangdong stared at Lu Jia'er and asked.
The man who could make Lu Jia'er fall in love at first sight naturally had an impeccable appearance on top of his specialness.
Lu Jia'er could not bear being stared at by Jin Xiangdong so intently. Her little heart was racing out of control, and she even felt that her face was starting to get burning hot.
"You have lived up to your reputation!"
Lu Jia'er followed her heart and sense of aesthetics as a result.
After Jin Xiangdong had gotten the answer he desired, his mouth lightly lifted. "My information is rarely leaked, so I have been misunderstood by the outside world for many years. Professor Lu, please help me out by straightening out this fact in the future!"
"Is there a publicity fee?" Lu Jia'er grinned and said.
"No, but I can privately ask you out for a thank-you treat, Professor Lu!" said Jin Xiangdong.
"Deal!" Lu Jia'er agreed generously as she heard his words, her eyes gleaming. 
Gazing at Lu Jia'er's blinking eyes, which were like stars in the sky. A blue starry sky emerged within Jin Xiangdong's mind, and seated opposite him, Lu Jia'er was the brightest star.


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?

The funding and servers weren't a problem. As for the specific design of the game, Wang Ming would recreate the world's foundation and algorithms based on the outcomes of Book of Sage Immortal's trial simulation.
It was just a game. Wang Ming had created so many fantastic magic artifacts over the years; even Head of State 001, the human replica magic artifact which was used for combat, was his creation. Designing these scientific cultivation magic artifacts was far harder than designing a game.
After they had settled on a direction, the key now was the trial simulation.
Gazing at the image projected by Book of Sage Immortal, Wang Ling became lost in thought.
To be frank, he wasn't sure what kind of character to create.
At that moment, Wang Ming, who was operation Wang Ling Two remotely, suddenly said, "Looks like Ling Ling is still thinking about it. How about we recreate the world first? What is the world like in the tenth universe?"
Book of Sage Immortal replied, "Each universe is slightly different, but though the level of cultivation civilization varies, most of them have already entered an era of universal cultivation."
An era of universal cultivation.
While it sounded amazing, this wasn't something anyone could have imagined tens of thousands of years ago.
It was the father of cultivation who was the first person in the universe to discover the existence of spirit qi and walk down the cultivation path after turning it into spirit energy. The rumor was that it was also the father of cultivation who discovered and developed the Three Thousand Great Dao.
But historians had argued since ancient times about the identity of the father of cultivation; there was even a small group who believed that there was no such person.
They argued that from the moment a universe was born, there were already cultivators.
But they were an advanced race who were very few in number. They lived very low-profile lives, and passed on the cultivation arts from generation to generation. With the gradual spread of cultivation all over the world, the number of cultivators increased, and after tens of thousands of years, the world finally entered an era of universal cultivation. 
The truth was that both sides had their arguments.
Wang Ming believed in the view of a father of cultivation.
Above True Immortal level was True Venerated, then Venerated Immortal, then Venerated Daoist… Then what was above that? Could there be a more powerful realm? Then, could the person with the greatest realm be the legendary "father of cultivation"?
Or perhaps he wasn't the father of cultivation at all?
Perhaps he could be called the Immortal King?
Wang Ming smiled. "Since the ten universes have all already entered an era of universal cultivation, then can we try creating a world with few cultivators?"
Everyone present was startled by this question.
"A world with few cultivators? Brother Ming, what do you mean?" asked Odd Zhuo.
"I'm talking about a world still dominated by regular people, and where only a small portion of the population is made up of cultivators. Furthermore, the cultivators have something like a pact where they can't expose their identities as cultivators to regular people; if they violate this agreement, they'll suffer heavenly punishment."
Wang Ming said: "Just imagine – if such a world exists, will the cultivators who live in the cracks ultimately be able to overtake the regulate people and lead the world into an era of universal cultivation?"
"So is this the comeback of spirit qi…"
"No, spirit qi does exist in the world, and so do cultivators. What I want to know is, if 99% of the world is made up of regular people and 1% of cultivators, can this 1% thoroughly overtake this 99% with time?" said Wang Ming.
At this question, Wang Ling sunk into silence for a while.
On the other hand, Miss Bai Qiao suddenly laughed; she had never considered this before.
"Cultivation Emulator" was a sandbox simulation cultivator game which gave players a high degree of autonomy in creating a cultivation world; indeed, that sort of situation was possible – who said that the world had to be dominated by cultivators to begin with? 
Bai Qiao thought this was a very interesting proposal. "This sounds like an interesting world. In any case, it's just a simulation; maybe we can give it a try. Then, let's use this as the parameters for setting up this world."
"So, can this be considered the world of my dreams?" Wang Ming also laughed.
"That's right, the world's parameters have to be sorted out at the very beginning, like the proportion of cultivators to regular people, the men to women ratio, the initial world population and so on. Once the basic parameters are set, the game will officially begin."
After receiving this first instruction, Book of Sage Immortal immediately set up the simulation.
After putting the parameters of the world in order, Book of Stage Immortal pulled them up in front of everyone.
[World: A barren cultivation world]
[Age of the World: 4.8 billion years]
[Regular People/Cultivator Ratio: 99/1]
[Civilization: Modern]
[Level of Education: Nine Years of Compulsory Education]
[World Mode: Peaceful Development]
[Power Index: 1231]
... 
Book of Sage Immortal: "You can now all design your own characters. They'll be born in this world, but how long they can live for and how much of an impact they will have on the world will depend on exactly how they are used once they enter the world."
After that, character attribute charts appeared in front of everyone.
These were the basic attributes that could be freely altered.
The characters' appearances could also be modified.
Looking at Jingke, Bai Qiao created a similar-looking character, but it was a girl.
"All finished! A crossdressing version of Jingke! Hiahiahia!" Miss Bai Qiao was very pleased with herself.
"Wow! They really look alike!" Odd Zhuo complimented her. "But Miss Bai Qiao… this looks just like yours and Lord Jingke's kid!"
Bai Qiao instantly blushed. "Who – who'll have a kid with him?!"
Gritting her teeth, she made the character's hair longer, then added an ahoge on the top of the character's head as she quickly corrected herself. "It doesn't look like him! I'm making a character of myself!"
And so, Bai Qiao's character profile was the following:
Character name: Bai Ge
Gender: Female
Intelligence growth factor: 8/10
Endurance growth factor: 8/10
Defense growth factor: 8/10
Strength growth factor: 8/10
Physique growth factor: 10/10
Appearance growth factor: 10/10
Good value: 10/10
Evil value: 0/10
Personality: Dumb
"Why is everything 8, apart from appearance and physique?" asked Dog Two.
"I already said I was making a character of myself, so of course the appearance and physique has to be like mine! As for everything else, I'm the strongest! There is no way any other girl in the world can be stronger than me!"
Everyone: "…"
"Master, what kind of person are you going to design?" Little Silver curiously asked at that moment.
Wang Ling was looking at the chart; he already had some idea in mind.
He started to create his own character.
Character Name: Qin Zong[1]… 
[1] The protagonist of the author's new novel "The Cultivation World's Only Koi."


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

Without surprise, Yun Si became part of the Black Star Troopers. Others who survived the mysterious virus like him were veteran military captains. The highest ranking among them was Yun Si. He was equivalent to the Black Star Troopers' vice unit captain's level. With more time, they would definitely be important members within the Black Star Troopers.
For regular soldiers, they were elite soldiers specially selected to join the Noah One. If one thought about it, they had been protecting the civilians during those dark days for the Noah One without complaint. Be it military training or mission attitude, they were professional, elite soldiers.
Just like that, hundreds of soldiers joined the Hope's Defence Unit, fixing the lack of middle to low level captains in the Defence Unit in one fell swoop. This made Guang Zhen so happy that he went about his day with a smile on his face, an observation that made those who knew him, like Liu Bai and Ebon, shiver all over…
Regardless, following the addition of these hundreds of soldiers into the Hope, the Hope's military power finally became officialised and was no longer half military and half civilian like before. Under this condition, Guang Zhen's plan of the second military construction was pushed ahead…
Yao Yuan was not worried about Guang Zhen. He handed the issues of military completely to him because he himself was having a headache about another thing…
"Too many famous scientists?"
Yao Yuan read the report that Barbie handed him. It showed the number of scientists among the 3,000 survivors. Yes, only the scientists. It did not include researchers and technicians. Scientists alone, there were around 700, including the famous metallurgy expert, Professor Fernando, who conversed with Guang Zhen earlier. There were many famous scientists, and the fields they were involved in covered almost all of the advanced technology humanity had looked into during the 21st century. It even included talents in the fields of satellite, rocket, and space station construction, experts that the Hope was currently lacking.
Among these 700 people, at least 60 of them had enormous reputations that could only be rivalled by Alan, Silewei, and Garfield on the Hope. Even though reputation did not equate to ability, in the same scientific group, the greater the reputation, the greater the power.
Therefore, once these 60 famed scientists join the Hope, the impact they will bring to the Hope's scientific system will be enormous, especially since the Hope's scientific system had been delineated into levels and posts. Even though it was a meritocratic system, it could still lead to argument and discord, and that would be giant trouble for the Hope.
This was the biggest headache facing Yao Yuan, but thankfully he had the solution to salvage this situation.
After all, the Hope's science had already advanced to the late stage of the 2nd revolution, and it was at least several thousand times more advanced than Earth's technology. Be it hydrogen polymerization, Gaussian technology, electromagnetic technology, energy condensation technique, warp drive, and so on, they were all technologies dissected by the Hope using its own methods in the tens of years of space travel. Just the theories alone would fit a large library, and it would be enough for the scientists from the Noah One to study them for quite some time.
This period of time would be the period for these scientists from the Noah One to familiarize themselves with the scientific body of the Hope. After all, they were all humans and they knew each other, so the gap would eventually be closed.
Yao Yuan laid down his decision on the report. He would give the scientists a period of rest and then have then gradually approach the science of the 2nd revolution. It would be a slow process because he knew that this was a process that could not be rushed.
Then Yao Yuan picked up the second report. It was written by the Ministry of Health. It was a health report on the 3,000 survivors from the Noah One. Generally speaking, these 3,000 people were fatigued and had small injuries, and they did not carry with them any pathogens or viruses. However, the eldest among them were already in their seventies, so they needed the help of genetic mesomeric technology the most.
However, the Hope was in the middle of a scientific renaissance, and the mesomeric technology had advanced to its generation. It was a new machine utilized by peak level 2 space civilizations. However, due to the incompleteness of the technology, there were only a few successful constructed devices. This combined with the high quality-control on the Hope, the Hope so far only allowed 30 to 50 people to use this new generation mesomeric technology each month. If all of the Noah One's members had to use this technology, even if Yao Yuan gave them the whole monthly quota, it would take years for all of them to finish it.
This was complicated…
According to scientific research, the younger one was when one used the original genetic mesomeric technology, the greater the effect. Elders in their seventies using them would at most extend their lifespan by 30 to 40 years and not double their lifespan. This was the weakness fixed by the second generation genetic mesomeric technology. It resolved this issue, so it was perfect to be used by middle to old age citizens.
However, the more one used the genetic mesomeric technology, the more one's genes would reach an inert state. In other words, the effect would worsen and the lifespan extended would be shorter and shorter. This was why even with the technology, one's lifespan could only be extended by 80 to 90 years. It was because after continuous exposure, the genes could become inert to the genetic mesomeric technology's effect, or else humanity could have lived on forever, and currently that was still impossible.
Therefore, the older one was, the more important the second generation genetic mesomeric technology, and most of the scientists and researchers from the Noah One were people from such a group…
"…Order the manufacturing department to stop all unimportant operations and fully focus on designing and creating the second generation genetic mesomeric devices. At the same time, the quota for all members under the 50 of age will be delayed to accommodate the members over 50 from the Noah One…"
We shall not focus on the Homo Evolutis and soldiers' experience after being indicted into the Hope's military system, or the Hope's headache when it came to accommodating these 3,000 people. Instead, we shall focus on the Noah One's survivors' experience when they walked out of the epidemic prevention unit and into the Hope's lower levels of residential areas. There were many emotions involved.
How stressed were they when they were on the run on the cursed planet? They had worried about every meal, and the Blue Berets had to go around to search for a clean water source. Safety was always an issue and they had to worry about the attacks of the invisible alien octopus…
Under such circumstances, living itself was a luxury, much less enjoyment and recreation. The ability to lie down for a peaceful sleep was already the greatest luxury then.
Until this moment, where they walked on the sturdy, silver-colored metallic floor, looking at the sea of people around them, people who were not rushing from danger, this kind of feeling… it made the people weep involuntarily.
They had received their assigned room keys, their ID cards, and the 2,000 H-coins provided by the government. Of course, they still did not know the purchasing power of H-coins, so they did not knew how much 2,000 H-coins were worth, but they appreciated the gesture. They had their own rooms, official ID registrations, and government support. Even though they were only new to the Hope, these gestures improved their impression of this government greatly. Therefore, after they left the epidemic prevention center, they departed into groups or alone to their residences, while others wanted to take a stroll on the Hope, to experience this spaceship that was completely different from the Noah One and meet the people who they heard had lived for at least 10 years in space.
Marion Bess was once Earth's most famous physicist. He was selected to join the Noah One's space colonization plan and had brought along his wife, his son, who was also a scientist, and his daughter-in-law to the new planet. Unfortunately, during the dark days, his family perished in the tragedy and now he was all alone. He was walking on a street on the Hope's third floor, window-shopping and clearing his head.
The residential area in the Hope had given him much surprise. There were plenty of citizens there and they had completely gotten used to the life in a metallic spaceship structure. They had managed to delineate out a residential area, and also had allocated space for shops and recreation. There were even chain stores. If it did not have the obvious spaceship structure, it really would look like a normal city. Furthermore, the citizens here had peace written on their faces. Even for those who were rushing, they were rushing for words; there was no anxiety from the fear of their lives…
As Marion looked around, a familiar voice suddenly called him, "Is that… Professor Bess?"
Marion turned around and saw a familiar-looking middle-aged man. However, he was sure he did not know anyone in the age range of 30 something who looked like this man, so he frowned.
The man first lit up with surprise, but when he saw Marion's shock and confusion, he touched his face with comprehension. "Professor Bess, I am Alan, Alan from England. We met once during the US academic conference. We have even emailed each other multiple times… This look is because of genetic mesomeric technology. Right, you have not used it, right? Don't worry, you'll soon be as young as me."
Marion squinted his eyes to study this man and he soon said with pleasant surprise, "You are Professor Alan? I didn't expect to find you on the Noah Two… No, I mean the Hope. Thank God you are still alive. How's your family?"
Alan was already shaking Marion's hand. He looked about and said, "This is not the place to talk. Come with me, I know a good bar up ahead. They have the best wine. How about a glass to relax? I also want to hear about what happened on the Noah One."
Similarly, Marion wanted to get to know this unfamiliar Hope. He did not hesitate to follow Alan to the bar…
This scene happened all over the Hope. The scientists might've come from different countries, but science itself had no nationality, especially in the 21st century when everything was global. As old friends and colleagues conciliated, the Noah One was like a drop of water flowing into the great pond of the Hope. Other than a few small ripples, it did not cause much fluctuations.
For the 3,000 plus people from the Noah One, their new lives in space were beginning…


Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration! 


This was Hanna, a confident, good looking yet an introvert girl. She was friendly but did not have much friends. She was intelligent but never spoke much. She was funny, but did not laugh much. It was probably due to her toxic upbringing that she had built walls arround herself, not letting anybody know her so well. It was only her best friend Lilly, who actually knew who Hanna was in reality. 

Hanna did love her mother a lot, that is why she chose to wear her best creation for today. Her mother did not have time or perhaps did not consider the 'Writer's event' to be important, so Hanna instead wore her mother's creation to feel her presence.

This event was supposed to be the biggest annual even of the United States of America, where only the most reputable and famous authors and tycoons were invited. Two years back in November, Hanna had started to write a scientific fiction book, involving a vast virus, which takes over the entire globe, killing millions of people. And now, the book was already number one selling in America, and was soon planned to be published by her publishing house, in several languages all across the globe. Hanna had dreamt about this virus in her dream two years ago and the next morning, she already found herself writing a scientific love story about the virus.

While the entire world was busy fighting the dangerous coronavirus, a young writer found her love during her time in Quarantine by chance! 

Will the story end up with a tragic ending or is their still any hope for the two...?

A simple and short love story, which will keep you engrossed at the time of isolation!
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Webnovel Spirity Awards 2020

Melkor coughed. "Joshua here is a recent graduate I picked up from Meirling."
"The famed advanced mech academy in Bentheim?" Ves briefly glanced away from the pathetic kneeling mech pilot.
What an odd display!
"He just joined us a few weeks ago, so he's still an unpolished gem. Don't let your first impressions fool you, though. Joshua is a top graduate from that mech academy who received many favorable offers from various mech regiments. He could have accepted a fast-track career at the Mech Corps, but he set his sights on the Avatars."
This young mech pilot became more and more interesting to Ves.
"Sit up, Joshua. You're an Avatar, not a groveler. Have some pride."
"Y-Yes, sir!"
"Why did you choose the Avatars?"
"I'm your biggest fan, sir! Perhaps you don't remember me, but I piloted one of your first virtual designs back when you were publishing mechs under the name of Chasing Clouds. I grew up piloting the Seraphim, the Young Blood, the Old Soul and both Marc Antony versions! I even piloted the virtual versions of your original mech models! I've piloted them all!"
Ves looked a bit astonished. "You piloted my earliest works?"
"I was born and raised on Cloudy Curtain, just like you, sir." Joshua smiled. "Maybe you don't remember me, but you even interviewed me a long time ago."
No wonder Joshua showed so much enthusiasm at meeting Ves. As a fellow Cloudy Curtainer, the young mech pilot probably grew up admiring Ves after he elevated the LMC from a small mech workshop into a large mech manufacturer!
This explained why Joshua was eager to become an Avatar!
The more Ves studied Joshua, the more he became satisfied. Joshua not only possessed an excellent academic record, but also carried spiritual potential with unusual attributes.
"What's his genetic aptitude?" Ves whispered to Melkor.
Genetic aptitude was a very sensitive topic to mech pilots. It wasn't polite of him to ask Joshua directly.
"C+, which is about the same as many Larkinson mech pilots."
A genetic aptitude of C+ was merely regarded as higher-than-average in the mech community. Nonetheless, genetic aptitude was not the sole factor in determining whether a mech pilot could advance to expert pilot or higher. It merely described the maximum load a mech pilot could sustain when interfacing with a mech.
A grade of C+ was more than sufficient to pilot most standard mechs. Once a mech pilot advanced to expert, their minds were capable of doing so much more. At that time, genetic aptitude mostly determined how easily they would be able to advance to the next step.
A monster like Venerable Foster faced much fewer hurdles in advancing to ace pilot than someone with a lower aptitude!
While it sounded unfair, this was simply the way the galaxy worked!
"Satisfactory." Ves softly nodded. "I'm very satisfied with him. Take good care of him, Melkor."
Melkor nodded in acknowledgement.
What pleased Ves the most about Joshua wasn't necessarily his academic pedigree. His spiritual potential, spiritual attributes and genetic aptitude did not warrant too much attention either.
No, the true reason Ves regarded this young mech pilot with favor was the latter's unquestioning devotion!
Biggest fan or not, Ves confidently judged that Joshua was sincere in his admiration!
As far as Ves was concerned, Joshua didn't even have to risk his life against the sandmen to prove his loyalty.
This fanboy and fellow Cloudy Curtainer had already completed his indoctrination ahead of time!
"Maybe we should put more effort into recruiting other locals." Ves remarked to Melkor.
"Joshua is an exception. Most mech pilots from this planet aren't even good enough to join the Sentinels. It isn't until recently our family took over the basic mech academy of Freslin and improved its training standards."
"I see."
Ves spent a few more minutes of his time directing his attention to the remaining young Avatars. It was enough for them to meet their employer in person. The impression he made would be seared in their minds as they matured to become the backbone of the Avatars for many decades.
He ended his visit shortly afterwards. As Ves left the Avatar's base of operation, Gloriana linked her arm with his and walked alongside him with a gentle smile.
"I didn't think much of your 'Avatars of Myth' when I first heard of them, but you've surprised me, Ves."
"Oh?" Ves raised his eyebrow. "What has caught your attention?"
"The quality and potential of some of those young mech pilots are very high. Since I specialize in fitting mechs to mech pilots, I'm very good at judging their quality. Most of them have what it takes to become elites. If their upbringing and augmentations were a little bit better, then they could have enjoyed storied careers in the Hex Army."
That was high praise from someone like Gloriana. "Are my Avatars really that good in your eyes?"
She nodded. "Most of the Larkinson mech pilots I've seen so far are also pretty decent. Whether it's their mindsets or their physical conditioning, they're good material."
While his girlfriend spoke highly of the Larkinsons, Ves believed that part of it was because they were his relatives. She wouldn't speak so highly of them if he wasn't a Larkinson!
Even so, Gloriana never lied when it came to expressing her likes and dislikes. Since this topic was related to her design philosophy, she would never lie to Ves just to make him feel better.
What do you think about the odds of elevating my Avatars to second-class mech pilots?"
"It shouldn't be a problem as long as you invest in the right augmentations for them. Your relatives have a particularly solid foundation, so they should be able to succeed in a couple of years of focused training."
"I understand. Is the Glory Battalion willing to train my men?"
She grinned. "I'll make them accept this assignment. Don't worry, Ves. You'll get your own second-class mech pilots to play with. Just be ready to provide the required support."
The cost of converting a third-class mech pilot to a second-class mech pilot varied. While Ves could make do with investing a couple of million credits, better and faster results could be achieved if he invested ten or even a hundred times more!
Ves was not in the habit of wasting so much money, though. Investing a few million credits per Avatar was the most he was willing to spend. What if a mech pilot that cost him a billion credits to nurture suddenly got shot down by an enemy mech one day?
Fortunately, as long as his Avatars possessed the right foundation, it shouldn't be too difficult to make the transition.
What Ves should really be concerned about was having the right second-class mechs in place. He had to make sure he became proficient in designing second-class mechs by then because he did not wish to resort to buying someone else's products to outfit his premier mech force.
"I have a lot of studying to do to design the mechs my Avatars deserve." He sighed.
Gloriana pressed closer against him. "I'm sure you'll get it within a year. I'll do whatever I can to help you become a qualified second-class mech designer. Otherwise, how will you be able to prove yourself to my dynasty within three years?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I made an agreement with my mother. We need to accelerate our timeline and produce a second-class masterwork mech within three years!"
"That's way too fast!" Ves clutched his heart in shock. "I'm not even confident I can produce another masterwork mech within a decade!"
It was simply too hard to make a masterwork mech on demand! Even if Ves had made one before and even if Gloriana's design philosophy increased the odds of making one, that still left them with a miniscule chance!
"I know we can do it, Ves." She spoke and grasped his hands. "As long as we develop our synergies, it will only be a matter of time before we manage to make a fantastic masterwork mech."
Though Ves still remained skeptical, he did not reject the challenge. Producing a masterwork within three years would confound any Journeyman or Senior, but Ves was different.
Having finished touring the Mech Nursery, the couple left the complex and returned to the Cloud Estate.
There, they enjoyed a quiet dinner together before relaxing outside during the evening.
Though Ves felt very ambivalent about the presence of so many Larkinsons at his estate, he quickly felt at ease once he sat among his uncles and aunts.
Despite his high standing within his family, the Larkinsons were never very hierarchical to begin with. The elders only enjoyed slightly higher regard. Only the expert pilots in the family enjoyed respect.
"We know you're very busy." An old Larkinson calmly spoke to him. "You're in the prime of your life. When I was as young as you, I dreamed of having a rich girlfriend like you. Who are we to spoil the best years of your life? Cherish these times, Ves."
"I will." Ves nodded with some respect.
He continued to chat with the oldest Larkinsons. Because they had already experienced a fulfilling life, Ves did not sense any ulterior motives from them. They didn't even beg Ves to allocate more money and resources to their children and grandchildren.
Ves didn't make those kinds of decisions anyway.
While Ves started to enjoy his time with the old and placid Larkinsons, Gloriana played with the very youngest Larkinsons.
The young kids quickly became bedazzled by her beauty and charm. She giggled frequently as she played along with some of their games.
What surprised Ves the most was that Gloriana did not bring up anything related to hexism at all! She also treated boys and girls with an equal amount of consideration.
As Ves continued to keep an eye on his girlfriend, he began to suspect that she was deliberately trying to charm the Larkinsons!
Why shouldn't she? If she managed to get on the bad side of the Larkinsons, then her relationship with Ves would certainly be in jeopardy! At the very least, the tension would introduce a lot of strain!
It pleased him a lot to see her getting along with the Larkinsons and vice versa. Though it remained to be seen whether she could earn the approval of every Larkinson, she was well on her way to winning the hearts of the younger ones.
They decided to retire after a few hours. It was already bedtime for the youngest Larkinsons.
"Your family is very wholesome, Ves." Gloriana remarked as she accompanied him to the main mansion. "It's different from the Wodins. Every relative of mine has something to prove. Even if we're not as bad as some of the more competitive dynasties, it's very rare to encounter a Wodin who is able to put down their worries and enjoy a simple life."
The two enjoyed different upbringings, but they managed to be compatible so far. As long as Ves continued to get along with Gloriana, he was happy with what he got. He couldn't ask for more in their relationship.
"Will I be able to fit in with the Wodins?" He asked.
"It's… very difficult. Even if we pass our three-year challenge, you'll always be regarded as an outsider by the Wodin Dynasty."
"Don't misunderstand me, Gloriana. I don't want to become a Wodin. I'm a Larkinson. I like to keep it that way."
Both of them smiled at each other. They were both proud of their families and didn't want to lose those parts of their identities.
The time they spent with the Larkinsons somehow brought them closer together. A harmony formed between them that was just as amazing as the synergies they discovered when they collaborated on a design project.
"I love you, Ves."
"I love you too."
"Good night. Let's get back to work tomorrow, okay?"
The two kissed each other at the porch of their mansion.


Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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