The discovery of the UFO was quickly treated by Yao Yuan to be the Hope’s foremost secret, bypassing even the secret location of the ship’s store of atomic weapons. Simultaneously, Yao Yuan tightened the security around the central mainframe, increasing the previous 50 unit patrol to a 200 unit patrol. He also added the robots Bo Li had returned to the security unit, with some directly assigned to secure the hidden cache. 
	"Yes, I’m certain that we’re looking at a UFO. The fact that it is floating without aid confirms that it is the same UFO that the US government found, because man doesn’t have the technology to create something this advanced!"
	Yao Yuan announced, in a firm voice that brooked no argument in a room where a secret meeting was held. 
	The attendees of this secret meeting included members of the Black Star Unit, who were present during the discovery, engineers, computer scientists, explosives experts, and a group of scientists led by Bo Li.
	Currently, on a screen embedded into one of the room's walls, a private documentary on the US government’s initial discovery of the UFO was being played. The raw video files were taken from the central mainframe. 
	"…As all of you know, this UFO escaped our analytical prodding. Its metallic casing… Actually, I’m suspicious of whether the casing is actually metallic, because our team until now is still unable to get an exact reading of its chemical make-up. But, as they say, seeing is believing... This UFO has a round casing that is silver in color, and that casing has the reflective quality and feel of a metal… So what else could it be?" said a scientist, with the UFO hovering in the background.
	Suddenly, a few robed assistants appeared on the screen to set up several devices around the metallic ball.
	"Everyone, what you’re seeing now on the screen is the UFO under 10 times magnification. You can see that it has no grooves and is incredibly smooth…
	"Now we’re increasing the magnification to a 100 times, and the image looks the same…
	"And 1,000 times magnification…
	"…Now 2,000 times magnification…
	"Alright, you might think we are duping you by playing the same image over and over again, but I can assure you that they are all different. And we are as confused as you are. But what I can say for certain is that this thing is 100 percent well beyond our current scientific comprehension…
	"And with that in mind, we will continue to increase the magnification… What you’re seeing now is at a 2,000,000 times magnification, and it still looks the same as before…
	"Finally, I will present to you the image taken under our most powerful laser microscope. Its magnification power is at an unbelievable 300,000,000 times magnification because this microscope is normally used to observe items at the atomic level…
	"As you can see, there is no evidence of protons, neutrons, or electrons. It is just a smooth surface… This is a material that we have not seen before… It violates our most basic chemical and physical laws…"
	All of the scientists in the room watched the documentary with increasingly stunned expressions. Some of them were so taken by surprise that they didn’t notice that they were drooling.
	"Dear viewers," the scientist in the video continued, after wiping the tears in his eyes. "I have nothing more to say. If you are still unclear about what we have discovered, please refer to the memo that I’ve given out to you before this video. Everything we know about this thing is on there. And this ends the current sessions. Sorry, there will no Q&A after this because I’m too exhausted preparing for this conference…"
	With that, the screen turned black. It was followed by a line of English, stating the year and date of recording. After that, another wall of text appeared, declaring the unfortunate death of the scientist three days after appearing on the video. With a will and no suspect, his death was ruled as a suicide. 
	As the video drew to a close, the many attendees of the secret meeting, with the exception of the group of scientists, looked at one another with puzzled looks in their eyes. The many scientific terms and implications referred to in the video flew right over their heads. They also didn’t understand the relevance and reasoning behind the scientist’s suicide. Ebon asked the people around him why the scientist committed suicide. He intended for a whisper but his booming voice was heard by everyone. 
	"…In a way, the scientist committed suicide out of despair. Just imagine, after you have been blinded, silenced, incapacitated, and left in a locked room to die, wouldn’t you search for an early release as well?" sighed Yao Yuan. 
	"But I don’t see how the two are related," said Ebon. "I understand your premise. Indeed, in the case you described, it’s understandable for there to be a desire to seek self-inflicted death, but doesn’t the scientist in the video appear healthy?"
	"It’s easy, that’s because the world he lived in operated on the basis of science… When this ultimate source of meaning crumbled, it was like the light of his world was cruelly shut down. Trapped in despair, he could see no other way out but death," explained Bo Li. 
	Ebon shrugged and responded rather condescendingly. "I still don’t get it."
	"That’s fine. I just hope that our group of scientists on the Hope isn’t as fragile as this scientist in the video," Yao Yuan said as he cast worried glances at the scientific community members that were in the room. 
	The truth was that Yao Yuan had seen this video before on his own when they first secured the Hope. Like Ebon, he was initially unaffected by it until he got more familiar with the workings of the Academy. Then he realized the true impact the video could have on students of science. 
	"Let us collect our feelings for the next documentary…"
	With the press of a button, another scientist appeared on the middle. This scientist was in his middle age and looked more collected and inspired than the previous scientist.
	Nevertheless, he had the same look of despair in his eyes as his predecessor when he talked into the camera, "I’ve been fielding many question regarding the circumstances around the lead scientist that held this post before me, and there are many about the reasons for his suicide… To be honest, I too had the same hopeless thoughts crowding my mind when I saw this UFO, but somehow I survived. In any case, I see that there are new faces among us, and so let me start by explaining what this UFO’s smooth metallic outer casing represents.
	"First, I believe everyone here has basic knowledge about atoms, so I will only provide a cursory introduction. Everything, including metals, is made up of atoms, and each atom consists of subatomic particles, protons, neutrons, and electrons. Take for an example my wedding ring. It looks solid, but at the atomic level, there are many spaces between the atoms that make up this carbonate."
	Right then, a window appeared on screen beside the scientist displaying the structure of an atom. A proton sat in the middle while electrons and neutrons circled around it.
	"The picture you see on the screen is an enlarged image of an atom. As you can see, there is a lot of empty space around the proton that sits in the middle. From the perspective of atomic science, 99 percent of any given atom, and thus all objects, are empty spaces. There is energy between an element’s atoms that helps to keep its atoms at a fixed distance. This energy between atoms both attracts and repels one another to maintain the specific chemical construct of an element. Therefore, protons from different atoms will not come into contact with one another if there is no application of external force. And this law is true for all known substances on Earth.
	"This UFO, on the other hand, is something else completely. If you can remember from the images shown previously, the surface of the UFO, even magnified at the subatomic level, is completely smooth. There is no evidence of any protons, electrons, or neutrons. The empty space normally occupied by mobile electrons is noticeably missing…"
	The scientist paused for a long time before finally adding, "So, even though the surface casing of this UFO looks and feels like a metal, it defies identification because it is nothing like anything we have on Earth. I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you if you came here with the intention of finding out what this thing is, because… we, the scientific community, can’t provide the answer. What I can say for certain is that the technology behind this UFO… based on its surface casing alone… is at least thousands of years, or even more, ahead of our current technology.
	"I’ve heard people tried using lasers, explosion, quakes, and even atomic fission to crack this open, but they were all to no avail. In fact, they were unable to scratch its surface. However, if you still want my opinion from a scientific perspective on whether there is a way to open it, my answer to you is…
	"Unlikely!
	"You have to understand that this is an impossible metal with no spaces at its atomic level. It literally couldn’t be broken apart. The only logical hypothesis we have regarding the nature of this metal is that it is one that is made up from a tight weaving of protons and nothing else. This is what we can call… a protonic element!
	"Sadly, I have no idea how such a protonic element could come to be, or in fact, how this UFO could defy the laws of existence." The scientist sighed. "We humans are as backwards as primates, no, as unicellular organisms before this UFO’s technology. But I have to inform everyone who is now present and all future viewers of this recording... 
	"…To not waste energy or time forcing this UFO open. Unless the UFO is willing to open on its own, using our technology to force it open is akin to a child trying to put off the sun by shooting at it with a water gun…
	"It is an impossible conundrum!"


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! 


Dark Python and Red Tarantula. Interesting!
After taking care of the loose ends, Fang Yuan left the room and re-entered the darkness.
Earlier, he had used a mixture of powders, hypnosis, and spells to induce a heart attack on Jarvis. With the police's current power, there was no way they could find any clues. They could only conclude that it was an unexpected death.
Besides, even if someone suspected that it was a homicide, they would never trace it back to him.
After all, he was nothing more than an ordinary student. Furthermore, his future was bright. Why would he disappear in the middle of the night to murder someone?
Even if they found any evidence, it would point to a person in a black coat. Furthermore, it was highly likely they would think that an Extraordinary had done it. They would not suspect an ordinary person at all.
However, he did manage to obtain a lot of information from Jarvis's sleep talking.
For instance, within the Human Alliance, there was also the dark side, and its power spanned across many planets.
Jarvis was an informant of Red Tarantula. On top of that, there was also Dark Python, Red Tarantula's most significant enemy.
Within Red Tarantula, Jarvis was nothing more than a lackey, equivalent to an expendable pawn in Flying Rainbow City. His only job seemed to be chasing Ling Fei'er and finding a way to enter the Ling Corporation.
A person like this was easily replaceable, which explained why Jarvis had many insecurities. He desperately wanted to achieve something to establish his presence. Eventually, Fang Yuan entered his life and ended it all.
My stats window hasn't unlocked yet. I have to become an Arcanist and cultivator as soon as possible to become a true Extraordinary…
Fang Yuan felt a certain pressure in his heart.
No matter how perfect his methods were, those high-level Arcanists and cultivators might be able to trace it to him.
Of course, he was merely being cautious. In the short-term, this was impossible.
However, he still wanted to make preparations for the worst-case scenario.
Hmm… if Red Tarantula decides to deploy a high-level cultivator to investigate this, it would be a complete waste of resources. They'd be insane to do that. However, they'd still send someone to look into it. Maybe if my luck is good, I can just get away with it…
Fang Yuan thought carefully, When I get to university, I can learn the Scientific Cultivation Method and come into contact with all sorts of precious and strange things. After researching all of this, I won't have anything left to do here…
He was a Demon God from the outside world after all. He did not plan to stay in this world for the rest of his life. Those people's goals meant nothing to him.
…
The next day, Fang Yuan opened his browser. After searching the web, he found a piece of news. "Flying Rainbow City student found dead at home. The cause of death was a heart attack. The mayor calls for students to take care of their physical and mental health…"
"The news only tells a cover story, but the general tone is set!"
Fang Yuan nodded. He knew that a case like this would result in the conclusion of an unexpected death. Otherwise, it would stir public opinion. The death of an enrolling university student in their home was not a simple matter.
As for whether there would be an ongoing investigation on the matter, he could not tell.
"However, I didn't leave a single trace when I killed him. I even used normal powders. Even if they perform an autopsy, they won't find a thing. Unless they send a high-level cultivator, there's no way they'll figure it out…"
As he ran through these thoughts, Fang Yuan put on his school uniform and went to school to fill in the application form.
Naturally, he put down East Dragon University as his first choice. On top of that, he did not choose a major. According to what he knew, cultivation universities taught introductory courses to the Scientific Cultivation Method at the start. After reaching the later stages, they'd start to draw distinctions.
Fang Yuan liked the way they organized the curriculum. After all, high school seniors used meditation techniques most and had not learned much about cultivation. How would they know what they wanted to major in?
Nearby, Xiao Hongyue looked at him strangely. Finally, she could not help asking, "Do you know that Jarvis is dead?"
"What?" Fang Yuan responded. "What happened?"
"A forensic specialist concluded that it was a heart attack…" Xiao Hongyue looked at Fang Yuan suspiciously, then used her spiritual will. Finally, she mocked herself, What am I thinking?
"I see…"
Fang Yuan looked a little shocked, as if a tremendous burden had left his shoulders.
"You should take care too…"
Xiao Hongyue said a few words of little substance and then sent Fang Yuan on his way. She returned to her office and turned on a screen. "Father! I've verified that Lin Meng is still an ordinary person!"
"An ordinary person?" Within the screen, a middle-aged man with bright eyes replied, "It seems like we can rule out school grievances. It was probably Dark Python or Red Tarantula who made a move to silence the boy."
"Dark Python? Red Tarantula?" Xiao Hongyue's eyes revealed her disbelief. She seemed wary.
"I've seen Jarvis's body. There was nothing unusual about it. This is the most unusual thing about it! The forensic specialist couldn't find a single trace even after performing an autopsy. A top-class assassin must have done it!" the middle-aged man replied gruffly. 
"However, Jarvis is just one of their pawns. It's unlikely that Dark Python would have done this… I presume Red Tarantula must have sent someone to finish him off because Jarvis's actions have crossed the line recently. Hmph, to think that he wanted to enslave cultivators. Does he think university is a playground? Even if this didn't happen, he wouldn't have had a good end!" he said coldly in the tone of someone used to commanding others. Evidently, he was in a high position of power.
"Jarvis is just an insignificant pawn. These two organizations are my real goal!"
…
"High school, huh…"
After filling in his application, Fang Yuan walked around the school grounds leisurely.
If it were the past Lin Meng, he would have felt emotional while he reminisced over every item in the school.
But for Fang Yuan, these students' attitudes were the most interesting.
After taking the college entrance exam, they wrote down their aspirations in their applications. It was indeed a place where they felt that their lives would change, their intentions laid bare. It gave Fang Yuan a different type of revelation.
"I wonder what that Abominable Lord is up to now? Is he walking the paths of this world?"
Fang Yuan came to a lakeside. He gazed at the surface of the water, looking contemplative.
"Did you… come here on purpose?"
All of a sudden, a spring-like voice came from the side. Fang Yuan turned and saw Ling Fei'er.
Flying Rainbow High's top beauty wore a simple white dress. She looked fresh and beautiful, like an unreachable exotic beauty.
"On purpose?"
Fang Yuan tilted his head in silence. Suddenly, he remembered something.
Damn! Isn't this the place where Lin Meng confessed to Ling Fei'er? Does she think that I still like her?
Hold on. There's something not right about her!
He felt perplexed as he scanned Ling Fei'er again. Suddenly, he realized that something was different.
"No… I'm just reminiscing about my high school life. Anyway, I won't be coming back for a long time!"
Fang Yuan turned to leave, ignoring the hesitant Ling Fei'er, who appeared to want to say something.
"W-why did it turn out like this?"
Ling Fei'er froze on the spot.
Suddenly, she understood that Lin Meng was the cause of the flaw in her meditation. He was one of her mental demons.
To get rid of this obstacle was simple. The first method was for Ling Fei'er to raise her spiritual cultivation and cut it off. Unfortunately, she was unable to do this.
The second method was to make some move in reality. For instance, Ling Fei'er could offer Lin Meng an ounce of hope so that he would fall for her again. Then, by rejecting him harshly, she could destroy these fleeting thoughts in her mind and reveal his true nature.
She felt that Lin Meng was mysterious and powerful. As such, it moved her feelings. If he started to fall for her again, she would have the impression that he was nothing more than any other man. That would strengthen her spirit, allowing her to cut off this feeling.
However, before her plan could begin, it was destroyed!
"What do I do? The backlash from the Red Dust Meditation is terrifying. If this doesn't work, do I have to do that? No! No way! He's a person admitted into East Dragon University. No matter what, that'd be the worst…"
Ling Fei'er bit her red lip, her heart in complete turmoil.
…
"It seems like Ling Fei'er has run into problems in her meditation. After all, she is practicing spiritual cultivation!"
Fang Yuan walked out of the school grounds while recalling Ling Fei'er's state. He chuckled. "Anyway… a person who used to ignore Lin Meng is talking to him now? Is it related to me? Red Dust. To practice this technique, you have to remove all impure thoughts. Have I become a worry for her? Interesting."
He was not running a charity, nor did he have any intention of helping another person remove their mental demons. Instead, he enjoyed watching her suffer a bit.
Anyway, this person was the perpetrator of Lin Meng's death. The fact that he did not try to throw her into a ditch was a good deed on its own.
"That meditation technique uses an ordinary person's mind to control their spirit. Problems occur all the time. Anyway, if I'm her mental demon… Hehe… if I recover a portion of my techniques, I'd be fully capable of making her wish that she were better off dead!"
Fang Yuan snickered. He felt the remaining feelings from this body trickle out. Then he brought it under control and closed his eyes. "Soon… soon, I will absorb this body fully."
He had stolen this body by force. Even though the owner was dead, there were still some lingering thoughts and emotions.
For instance, a particular first love that he refused to forget.
Fang Yuan had capitalized on this to stimulate the body, and then he brought his emotions under control again.
After doing this three times, he had more or less removed it.
"However, this Lin Meng is an idiot. Now that things have progressed to this point, he still wants to protect her. Unfortunately, it will end with me. Naturally, I will settle this my own way."
Fang Yuan returned to his dormitory. He sat down cross-legged and used the Mind of Tranquility.
After he supplemented this meditation technique, its effectiveness was not any weaker than top-tier meditation techniques. He could push his brain development to a higher level before he went to East Dragon University.
"When that time comes, my foundations will be better than any other person. I'll break through the barrier that nobody in this world can overcome!"
A bright flame seemed to light up in his eyes.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Fangzheng touched his nose when he heard that. He looked at Salted Fish who was speaking with righteous indignation when he suddenly realized that he had forgotten something. How could Salted Fish gamble without money?
However, Fangzheng wasn't in a rush to say anything. Instead, he asked in all seriousness, "You didn't gamble? Then tell This Penniless Monk what the meaning is of 'Macau's First Online Casino Launched'?"
"What Macau's First Online Casino Launched?" Salted Fish asked in confusion. From his expression, he didn't look like he was lying. However, Fangzheng knew very well that Salted Fish had lived for eons, and the main skill he had acquired over all those years was precisely acting. There was no way he could believe him!
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes. "Are you really refusing to speak the truth?"
"Wait! What did you say again? 'Macau's First Online Casino Launched'?" Salted Fish suddenly recalled something.
Fangzheng nodded. "Have you recalled something?"
Salted Fish nodded his head slightly before heavily sitting down on the ground. He used his fins to hold up his chin and said, "Reverend, you might not believe it even if I explain. I really wasn't gambling. The phrase you mentioned is from when I was doing scientific research."
"Scientific research? What scientific research? Why would you do that? Aren't you a demon? Your existence is already unscientific, alright?" Fangzheng was rendered speechless.
Salted Fish said without much thought, "Reverend, that's where you're wrong. My existence isn't scientific in your world, but in my world, it is! Everything in the world can turn into demons, Buddha, gods, or immortals if it cultivates…"
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't steer away from the topic. What's up with that Macau casino? If you tell me it was for scientific research again, This Penniless Monk can only start training his body." Fangzheng didn't wish to listen to Salted Fish's nonsense. This fellow who had lived for eons could spout plenty of nonsense with all his years of experience. Even if he couldn't spout it for tens of thousands of years, he could easily do it for a few days and nights.
Salted Fish shrugged his fins and said, "Alright. I admit that I looked at that stuff, but I was really only researching biology. This was so that I could better understand humans."
"Cut the nonsense! This Penniless Monk won't believe you without any evidence." Fangzheng contemplated activating his Dharma Eye if this fellow continued with his nonsense. He couldn't be bothered to engage in sophistry…
Salted Fish hurriedly shouted. "Alright. I'll get you evidence! Reverend, wait for me."
With that said, Salted Fish swatted his tail and burrowed into the snow pile. As though he was swimming in water, his motions produced a snow wave.
Fangzheng didn't bother rushing him. He wanted to see what Salted Fish would bring back.
After Fangzheng waited for a while, Salted Fish ran back in a hurry. He yelled, "Reverend, were you talking about this? Look, I really didn't gamble. I was doing scientific research!"
As he spoke, Salted Fish threw the phone over.
Fangzheng caught it and heard the phone play the words: "Macau's First Online Casino Launched… with sexy croupier dealing cards."
This was identical to what Lone Wolf had mentioned. He thought, "This gangster fish has finally realized that honesty is the best policy! Not bad, this is an improvement."
Fangzheng picked up the phone in delight. He also wished to know how such online gambling worked. How could someone gamble without money? But wait, could that still be considered gambling? Also, he wanted to know what kind of scientific research Salted Fish was talking about.
On careful look, Fangzheng was taken aback. This wasn't a web site but a video! In the video's name, there were several English words in a passage with a red label right on top. There were a few numbers written at the end of the passage.
Fangzheng couldn't tell what it meant. He thought, "Which idiot came up with this? I can't understand this at all! Did this fellow not attend languagelessons in primary school? He doesn't even know how to write!"
Could it be that Salted Fish isn't gambling, but learning how to gamble by watching videos? He's researching gambling? Eh, if that's the case, it does match what he said… Regardless, gambling isn't good. Even research isn't allowed!
After Fangzheng thought the matter over, he couldn't be bothered with the opening which was filled with text. He directly skipped ahead.
Fangzheng was stunned the next moment. A man and woman appeared in the video. The man looked like scum, but the woman was rather pretty. Fangzheng was puzzled. Was this the sexy croupier? However, this scene didn't look like a gambling scene. And there weren't enough people. Or were the rest not there yet?
Fangzheng directly skipped a large part ahead, reaching the middle spot.
In the next moment, Fangzheng heard grunting and screaming he had never heard before.
Following that, there was a furious roar coming from Mt. One Finger. "Salted Fish!"
"Reverend, I'm innocent! I was really doing it for scientific research!" Salted Fish cried out, feeling wronged.
"Scientific research? This Penniless Monk shall also do some today. Dissection of a salted fish!" Fangzheng's angry and embarrassed roar sounded.
The next moment, a salted fish flew up into the sky like a cannonball.
… 
An hour later, Salted Fish bitterly walked behind a collected Fangzheng. Fangzheng said under his breath, "You can imagine what the consequences will be if this matter becomes known by anyone else."
"Dissected salted fish, stewed salted fish… Don't worry, Reverend. I will absolutely not tell anyone. By the way, should I continue my research in the future? Of course, you can monitor me. I guarantee you that it's just research. After all, we are of a different species," Salted Fish said with an enticing tone.
Fangzheng was somewhat moved. He had never seen something so stimulating all his life, but on second thought, what use was it? Apart from building a tent at his crotch and making him suffer, there wasn't any benefit.
Before he renounced asceticism, all such thoughts would be pointless. He might as well work hard at accumulating merit so as to renounce asceticism.
With this in mind, Fangzheng said with flagging interest, "Amitabha. This Penniless Monk is a monk. How can he watch such things? Even if one were to enter hell to experience the din of the mortal world, there should be limits. In the future, you are forbidden to do any research. Otherwise, you won't have meals for a month."
As a wily old fox, Salted Fish instantly read Fangzheng's mind. He thought, "This darn baldy sure is ruthless. He's clearly stopping me from doing it because he can't!"
However, Salted Fish was only curious. Just as he said, they were of a different species. It was hard for him to be very interested. This was just like how humans watched dogs mate. What kind of reaction could there be? At best, they would take a look out of curiosity…
When they saw Fangzheng return with Salted Fish, the disciples in One Finger Monastery ran over and looked curiously at Fangzheng and Salted Fish, as though they could tell what had happened from their appearances.
Unfortunately, the two kept mum and were acting experts. The few disciples naturally failed to see a thing.
When Fangzheng saw this, he grunted coldly. "From now on, gambling is forbidden in One Finger Monastery! Violators will starve for a month!"


In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn't a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn't large but it has everything. The temple isn't large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn't large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, "I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that's not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!"

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

"He's here!"
Speak of the devil!
Cheng Zheng led his disciple, Mei Xin, and they entered the room together.
Tang Yuanchu looked like he'd seen his savior when he spotted Cheng Zheng. He rubbed his hands and grinned at him. "Captain Cheng, we were waiting for you."
Cheng Zheng frowned when he looked at the messy state of the room. "What happened? Why wasn't the scene preserved and protected?"
Preservation of the crime scene was the most important task for detectives.
As Bai Muchuan was the one who'd stayed at this hotel, he should've been the first one to arrive at the scene. Therefore, the one that Cheng Zheng was reprimanding was him.
Tang Yuanchu laughed awkwardly. "Miss Xie didn't know about this…"
Xie Wanwan chimed in before Tang Yuanchu finished his words.
"This is where I'm staying for now," she said with a snort of contempt, "I can do whatever I want to this room, so it's none of your business."
Cheng Zheng: "Since it's your thing that got stolen, then why did you look for the police? You should just get it back yourself!"
Xie Wanwan raised her chin up haughtily. "I'm exercising my right as a citizen by looking for the police. It's your duty to come and help me with my case."
Cheng Zheng stared at her coldly. "If this sentence were to leak out on the internet, your image would collapse in an instant!"
Xie Wanwan acknowledged his remark with a condescending sneer. "Why not give it a try?"
This battle seems really intense?!
They were clearly at daggers drawn, but it was surely puzzling for the outsiders.
Did Xie Wanwan know that both Cheng Zheng and Bai Muchuan didn't get along with each other, so she was helping him diss Cheng Zheng?
Or maybe, they already knew each other from way back?
Otherwise, why didn't Cheng Zheng react after seeing such a beautiful celebrity? His attitude was completely calm unlike Tang Yuanchu and Mei Xin.
Xiang Wan was just a bystander who sat back and observed; she watched the show and pondered over it.
However, Cheng Zheng obviously didn't want to continue this meaningless argument.
He was a man, after all. He shouldn't bicker with a woman the entire time.
Thus, he ignored Xie Wanwan and asked Bai Muchuan directly. "What is the stolen item? Where was it when it got stolen?"
Bai Muchuan looked at him and motioned Tang Yuanchu with a sideway glance to give an account of what happened.
…
The hotel room suite was now quiet.
When Tang Yuanchu disclosed that the stolen item was a doll, Cheng Zheng's eyes showed a glint of impatience. When he finished speaking, Cheng Zheng took his toolbox and moved to leave.
"Mei Xin, you stay and coordinate with Captain Bai on this case. I have something to do—"
"Stop right there!" Bai Muchuan's face was as black as thunder. The atmosphere started to get colder as he said, "Who's the one in charge of the whole team?"
"…"
In terms of rank, they were actually the same.
But Bai Muchuan had more authority as he was the one who coordinated and oversee the tasks of every team.
Cheng Zheng halted his steps and turned around slowly. "Captain Bai, what else do you need?"
The two of them met each other's gaze. Bai Muchuan didn't say anything.
That continued for a while before he narrowed his eyes and walked towards Cheng Zheng.
"Come with me!"
…
The two of them walked out of the room to the corridor.
No one knew what they talked about in private.
When they returned after two to three minutes, their expressions were back to normal.
Yes, they were back to their working modes.
No one spoke a word. Cheng Zheng opened his toolbox, put on his gloves and started to get to work.
Xiang Wan looked at Bai Muchuan.
He stood by the door, hands in his pockets, looking like a wolf patrolling his territory; his sharp eyes scrutinized the room as if he were mulling over something…
A while later, he suddenly walked towards the window.
Swoosh! He pulled the curtains open and called for Xiang Wan.
"You! Come over here!"
Xiang Wan walked over to him without a word; she had no idea what he wanted.
Bai Muchuan looked at her and asked, "Try and see if you can reach it?"
There was a small windowsill outside this glass window, about 20 centimeters in width that could allow a person to stand on one foot. The glass window was divided into two parts, upper and lower. The lower part was the main window which was a "push and pull" type. There were steel bars installed outside, presumably for safety reasons. Therefore, one couldn't get to the windowsill outside from the lower window. The upper row of glass windows could also be pushed and pulled open but wasn't protected by steel bars. However, the height of the glass window was very high—without the aid of tools like a stool or ladder, average people definitely wouldn't able to climb out from such a height.
At the moment, Bai Muchuan's hands were placed on top of it, and he was looking at Xiang Wan lazily.
So is he mocking how short I am?
Xiang Wan kept quiet, raised her hand and touched the lattice window.
"Can you climb up?" Bai Muchuan asked again.
Xiang Wan looked at him from the corner of her eyes. "Why should I climb up?"
"Let's say you're a thief; you stole something and you don't want to be caught by the surveillance cameras, so you decided to take a risk—"
"Assumption invalid," Xiang Wan interrupted him casually. "I'm not a thief, and I wouldn't steal someone else's things."
"…"
Bai Muchuan continued to look at her. "Do you need to react like that? I only asked you to make an assumption. I'm hoping you can set a limit on the height of the killer, then when we get hold of other material evidence, you'll be able to do a clear profiling analysis."
"I'm not Conan. I can't do it."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
No, what the hell is wrong with you?
Although Xiang Wan was talking back to him inside her head, there wasn't a hint of anger on her face. "I'm just taking the matter by its merits. First, let's not mention whether this alone can be an argument for the height of the criminal. Captain Bai, I want to ask you, do you know which floor this is? More than thirty floors from the ground…"
"Which floor are we in now?" Bai Muchuan asked.
"… I've forgotten."
"Thirty-eighth!"
"Hmph, of course I wouldn't remember as well as you do." Xiang Wan smiled faintly and continued to say, "I just want to ask you: since we're on the thirty-eighth floor, who can come and go freely through the windows at this height? I mean, he's not Spider-Man! I'm afraid only a fool would throw his life away just to steal a doll."
Bai Muchuan looked at her without much emotion.
"I've checked. There are no traces to suggest the door lock was pried open."
"How about with a room card…?"
"She locked the door from the inside before she went to sleep."
"What if she didn't lock it from the inside?" Xiang Wan laughed, "A human's memory can have deviations. Miss Xie said she did that, but that might not be the case. It's common to forget the things that one might have done…"
Bai Muchuan narrowed his eyes.
After mulling it over for a while, he said with confidence, "She wouldn't."
"You're so sure?" Xiang Wan felt somehow nettled by the certainty he displayed.
"Positive!" Bai Muchuan's eyes were cold and allowed no room for doubt.
"…"
Well, since he'd said so, what else can I say?
"If that's the case, then I really don't know who would want to risk their life—"
"Xiang Wan, not everyone fears death." Bai Muchuan's voice sounded colder than ever. "To some people, living is tougher than death. There are people who not only experience pleasure when they're committing a crime, they can also feel relief and happiness when they're dying…"
Huh?
Xiang Wan wanted to laugh.
But when she saw Bai Muchuan's indifferent face, she managed to suppress the urge to do so.
"You sound as if you've died before!"
Bai Muchuan pursed his lips slightly. "Perhaps…"
"Excuse me!" A clear voice sounded from behind.
Xiang Wan turned around and saw Cheng Zheng holding a strange-looking camera.
"Fingerprint records!" he explained.
The study of forensic science was very complicated. Gathering and collecting evidence could be a solemn scientific affair. Xiang Wan knew nothing about this, but with feelings of worship, she swiftly moved away to give Cheng Zheng her position by the window.
Bai Muchuan moved slightly aside. "Did you find anything?"
When they first came in, they had put on gloves and shoe covers in order not to damage the scene further. However, because Xie Wanwan had kicked up a fuss, there was hardly anything of use. From the moment they started to gather evidence, Cheng Zheng and Mei Xin hadn't found anything useful yet.
"I can only say this is not an ordinary case of theft. As for the rest, just wait for the report…"


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

Destiny

"Target the mothership Eli" ordered Young.

"Target is locked. The mothership has much stronger shields than the other vessels. This might take more shots than I though" answered Eli.

"Eli, I'm sure it will work like you predicted. Fire" responded Young.

Triggering the main weapon Eli loosed an immeasurable amount of raw power from Destiny's power reserves. While the math for this was impressive in Eli's mind it did nothing to prepare him for the sight of the weapon in action. Thick orange red bolts of energy shot out from the main weapon. Heat seared space around the beams path until it almost appeared to roil. Radiation and magnetic fluctuations were also detected along the beams path. On impact the bolts flattened into the mammoth ship's shields. As the bolts flattened out over the curved surface of the shields massive fluctuations in the shields structural rigidity could be seen with the naked eye.

"Shield strength is falling" called out Rush.

"Eli, keep hitting them" ordered Young.

Again Eli triggered of a volley. The impact was even greater than before. The energy instead of dissipating seemed to be pooling on the mothership's shields. This pool began to emit intense amounts of heat and hard radiation in addition to exotic particles. Weapons barrels and small antennae on the mothership began to sag from the intense forces bombarding them.

Following Young's orders Eli released this focused hell upon the mothership again and again. Soon over sixty percent of the shields surface area was covered with the shimmering orange red energy. Within the shield radiation had risen to lethal levels and was beginning to penetrate the hull.

Mothership

Aboard the mothership warning alarms sounded on all decks for many systems. The constant strain of the strange weapons fire from the ancient vessel on the shield emitters was not just degrading shield strength but also burning out the emitters. Exotic particles and hard radiation rushed into the void between ship and shield. This in turn quickly began penetrating into the hull. Systems shorted out due to exposure to elements that failed to behave by understood scientific constants.

Crew members in the outer arms of the mothership were flash fried by the intense hard radiation. Those that were lucky died within seconds while those not as lucky writhed in agony for minutes with the knowledge that they were already dead. In the core of the ship lay the bridge, making it the single most protected area from the toxic death currently enveloping the mammoth spacecraft. Despite the additional protection toxic levels of radiation had already been reached on the bridge

Hermes

"Some of their gliders are going to leak through our fighter screen" advised the sensor operator.

"The gliders are the least of our worries. The rail guns will handle them" replied Mitchell.

On the screen before the bridge crew the position of all friendly and enemy units was shown. The Tauri and Asgard vessels had dispersed somewhat during the battle. Six blinking icons representing hostile craft rapidly closed on the Le'Triumphant. A quick check revealed these craft were only gliders so Le'Triumphant's diminished shields should not be a problem.

Watching the display screen Mitchell found himself drawn to the sight of the gliders approaching the French 304 for some unknown reason. Without warning the six gliders detonated in succession the massive naquadah bombs they were built around. The already taxed shields of Le'Triumphant buckled after the forth multi megaton explosion directly on them. The fifth and sixth detonations lit the craft ablaze and then disintegrated it altogether. The only grave marker for one hundred and fifty human lives was the residual radiation left behind. Like her sister the Koralev the Le'Triumphant met her end at the super gate.

Athena

"The Le'Triumphant is gone sir" yelled Captain Franklin.

"Give me a spread of forty drones on the mothership" said Eckhart in an icy voice.

"I'm showing almost no life signs onboard sir" cautioned Franklin.

"Captain, launch now" replied Eckhart with a steely resolve.

In twenty seconds the battle was over. The drones shattered the once mighty mothership into fragments no larger than a star gate. Hull fragments, equipment, and lifeless corpses floated in a cloud of death and destruction. It has been said that the only ones that know the end of war are the dead and this site was clear evidence of that fact.

"Communications officer, signal Destiny that they are being taken under tow to Arkos station. Also please inform Thor Destiny is ready for tow" ordered Eckhart.

With the battle at an end efforts were dedicated towards recovering the 302's and jumpers that had been deployed. All involved in the battle were proud that they saved Destiny and her crew and done their duty. They were also sickened by the carnage and destruction they had witnessed and visited on those who had brought about this fight. Despite the horror of it all the servicemen and women focused on the fact that the attack on Icarus base was finally avenged.

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JUDGMENT 

Use the wisdom, knowledge, and legwork of other people 
to further your own cause. Not only will such assistance 
save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a 
godlike aura of efficiency and speed. In the end your 
helpers will be forgotten and you will be remembered. 
Never do yourself what others can do for you. 

TRANSGRESSION AND OBSERVANCE OF THE LAW 
In 1883 a young Serbian scientist named Nikola Tesla was working for the 
European division of the Continental Edison Company. He was a brilliant 
inventor, and Charles Batchelor, a plant manager and a personal friend of 
Thomas Edison, persuaded him he should seek his fortune in America, giving him a letter of introduction to Edison himself. So began a life of woe 
and tribulation that lasted until Tesla's death. 
When Tesla met Edison in New York, the famous inventor hired him 
on the spot. Tesla worked eighteen-hour days, finding ways to improve the 
primitive Edison dynamos. Finally he offered to redesign them completely. 
To Edison this seemed a monumental task that could last years without 
paying off, but he told Tesla, "There's fifty thousand dollars in it for you-if 
you can do it." Tesla labored day and night on the project and after only a 
year he produced a greatly improved version of the dynamo, complete 
with automatic controls. He went to Edison to break the good news and receive his $50,000. Edison was pleased with the improvement, for which he 
and his company would take credit, but when it came to the issue of the 
money he told the young Serb, "Tesla, you don't understand our American 
humor!," and offered a small raise instead. 
Tesla's obsession was to create an altemating-current system (AC) of 
electricity. Edison believed in the direct-current system (DC), and not only 
refused to support Tesla's research but later did all he could to sabotage 
him. Tesla turned to the great Pittsburgh magnate George Westinghouse, 
who had started his own electricity company. Westinghouse completely 
funded Tesla's research and offered him a generous royalty agreement on 
future profits. The AC system Tesla developed is still the standard today but after patents were filed in his name, other scientists came forward to 
take credit for the invention, claiming that they had laid the groundwork 
for him. His name was lost in the shuffle, and the public came to associate 
the invention with Westinghouse himself. 
A year later, Westinghouse was caught in a takeover bid from 
J. Pierpont Morgan, who made him rescind the generous royalty contract 
he had signed with Tesla. Westinghouse explained to the scientist that his 
company would not survive if it had to pay him his full royalties; he persuaded Tesla to accept a buyout of his patents for $216,000-a large sum, 
no doubt, but far less than the $12 million they were worth at the time. The 
financiers had divested Tesla of the riches, the patents, and essentially the 
credit for the greatest invention of his career. 
The name of Guglielmo Marconi is forever linked with the invention 
of radio. But few know that in producing his invention-he broadcast a signal across the English Channel in 1899-Marconi made use of a patent 
Tesla had filed in 1897, and that his work depended on Tesla's research. 
Once again Tesla received no money and no credit. Tesla invented an induction motor as well as the AC power system, and he is the real "father of 
radio." Yet none of these discoveries bear his name. As an old man, he 
lived in poverty. 

In 1917, during his later impoverished years, Tesla was told he was to 
receive the Edison Medal of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers. 
He tumed the medal down. "You propose, " he said, "to honor me with a 
medal which I could pin upon my coat and strut for a vain hour before the 
members of your Institute. You would decorate my body and continue to 
let starve, for failure to supply recognition, my mind and its creative products, which have supplied the foundation upon which the major portion of 
your Institute exists." 

Interpretation 
Many harbor the illusion that science, dealing with facts as it does, is beyond the petty rivalries that trouble the rest of the world. Nikola Tesla was 
one of those. He believed science had nothing to do with politics, and 
claimed not to care for farne and riches, As he grew older, though, this ruined his scientific work. Not associated with any particular discovery, he 
could attract no investors to his many ideas. While he pondered great inventions for the future, others stole the patents he had already developed 
and got the glory for themselves. 
He wanted to do everything on his own, but merely exhausted and impoverished himself in the process. 
Edison was Tesla's polar opposite. He wasn't actually much of a scientific thinker or inventor; he once said that he had no need to be a mathematician because he could always hire one. That was Edison's main 
method. He was really a businessman and publicist, spotting the trends and 
the opportunities that were out there, then hiring the best in the field to do 
the work for him. If he had to he would steal from his competitors. Yet his 
name is much better known than Tesla's, and is associated with more inventions. 
The lesson is twofold: First, the credit for an invention or creation is as 
important, if not more important, than the invention itself. You must see use 
the credit for YOUR self and keep others from stealing it away, or from piggybacking on YOUR hard work. To accomplish this you must always be vigilant 
and ruthless, keeping YOUR creation quiet until you can be sure there are no 
vultures circling overhead. Second, leam to take advantage of other people's work to further your own cause. Time is precious and life is short. If 
you try to do it all on your own, you run yourself ragged, waste energy, and 
bum yourself out. It is far better to conserve your forces, pounce on the 
work others have done, and find a way to make it your own. 
Everybody steals in commerce and industry. 

I've stolen a lot myself. 
But I know how to steal. 
Thomas Edison, 1847-1931 

KEYS TO POWER 
The world of power has the dynamics of the jungle: There are those who 
live by hunting and killing, and there are also vast numbers of creatures 
(hyenas, vultures) who live off the hunting of others. These latter, less 
imaginative types are often incapable of doing the work that is essential for 
the creation of power. They understand early on, though, that if they wait 
long enough, they can always find another animal to do the work for them. 
Do not be naive: At this very moment, while you are slaving away on some 
project, there are vultures cirding above trying to figure out a way to survive and even thrive off your creativity. It is useless to complain about this, 
or to wear yourself ragged with bittemess, as Tesla did. Better to protect 
yourself and join the game. Once you have established a power base, become a vulture yourself, and save yourself a lot of time and energy. 
Of the two poles of this game, one can be illustrated by the example of 
the explorer Vasco Nliiiez de Balboa. Balboa had an obsession-the discovery of EI Dorado, a legendary city of vast riches. 
Early in the sixteenth century, after countless hardships and brushes 
with death, he found evidence of a great and wealthy empire to the south 
of Mexico, in present-day Peru. By conquering this empire, the Incan, and 
seizing its gold, he would make himself the next Cortes. The problem was 
that even as he made this discovery, word of it spread among hundreds of 
other conquistadors. He did not understand that half the game was keeping 
it quiet, and carefully watching those around him. A few years after he discovered the location of the Incan empire, a soldier in his own army, Francisco Pizarro, helped to get him beheaded for treason. Pizarro went on to 
take what Balboa had spent so many years trying to find. 
The other pole is that of the artist Peter Paul Rubens, who, late in his 
career, found himself deluged with requests for paintings. He created a system: In his large studio he employed dozens of outstanding painters, one 
specializing in robes, another in backgrounds, and so on. He created a vast 
production line in which a large number of canvases would be worked on 
at the same time. When an important dient visited the studio, Rubens 
would shoo his hired painters out for the day. While the dient watched 
from a balcony, Rubens would work at an incredible pace, with unbelievable energy. The dient would leave in awe of this prodigious man, who 
could paint so many masterpieces in so short a time. 
This is the essence of the Law: Lern to get others to do the work for 
you while you take the credit, and you appear to be of godlike strength and 
power. If you think it important to do all the work yourself, you will never 
get far, and you will suffer the fate of the Balboas and Teslas of the world. 
Find people with the skills and creativity you lack. Either hire them, while 
putting your own name on top of theirs, or find a way to take their work 
and make it your own. Their creativity thus becomes yours, and you seem 
a genius to the world. 
There is another application of this law that does not require the parasitic use of your contemporaries' labor: Use the past, a vast storehouse of 


knowledge and wisdom. Isaac Newton called this "standing on the shoulders of giants." He meant that in making his discoveries he had built on the 
achievements of others. A great part of his aura of genius, he knew, was attributable to his shrewd ability to make the most of the insights of ancient, 
medieval, and Renaissance scientists. Shakespeare borrowed plots, characterizations, and even dialogue from Plutarch, among other writers, for he knew that nobody surpassed Plutarch in the writing of subtle psychology 
and witty quotes. How many later writers have in their turn borrowed 
from-plagiarized--Shakespeare? 
We all know how few of today's politicians write their own speeches. 
Their own words would not win them a single vote; their eloquence and 
wit, whatever there is of it, they owe to a speech writer. Other people 
do the work, they take the credit. The upside of this is that it is a kind 
of power that is available to everyone. Learn to use the knowledge of the 
past and you will look like a genius, even when you are really just a ever 
borrower. 
Writers who have delved into human nature, ancient masters of strategy, historians of human stupidity and folly, kings and queens who have 
learned the hard way how to handle the burdens of power-their knowledge is gathering dust, waiting for you to come and stand on their shoulders. Their wit can be your wit, their skill can be your skill, and they will 
never come around to tell people how unoriginal you really are. You can 
slog through life, making endless mistakes, wasting time and energy trying 
to do things from your own experience. Or you can use the armies of the 
past. As Bismarck once said, "Fools say that they leam by experience. I 
prefer to profit by others' experience." 

Image: The Vulture. Of all the creatures in 
the jungle, he has it the easiest. The 
hard work of others becomes his work; 
their failure to survive becomes his 
nourishment. Keep an eye on 
the Vulture-while you are 
hard at work, he is cirding above. Do not 
fight him, join 
him . 
Authority: There is much to be known, life is short, and life is not life 
without knowledge. It is therefore an excellent device to acquire 
knowledge from everybody. Thus, by the sweat of another's brow, you 
win the reputation of being an orade. (Baltasar Graciän, 1601-1658) 

REVERSAL 
There are times when taking the credit for work that others have done is 
not the wise course: If your power is not firmly enough established, you 
will seem to be pushing people out of the limelight. To be a brilliant exploiter of talent your position must be unshakable, or you will be accused 
of deception. 
Be sure you know when letting other people share the credit serves 
your purpose. It is especially important to not be greedy when you have a 
master above you. President Richard Nixon's historie visit to the People's 
Republic of China was originally his idea, but it might never have come off 
but for the deft diplomacy of Henry Kissinger. Nor would it have been as 
successful without Kissinger's skills. Still, when the time came to take 
credit, Kissinger adroitly let Nixon take the Hon's share. Knowing that the 
truth would come out later, he was careful not to jeopardize his standing in 
the short term by hogging the limelight. Kissinger played the game expertly: He took credit for the work of those below him while graciously 
giving credit for his own labors to those above. That is the way to play 
the game.

I thought to myself 
with what means, with 
what deceptions, with 
how many varied arts, 
with what industry a 
man sharpens his wits 
to deceive another, 
and through these 
variations the world is 
made more beautiful.

"Gu Nianzhi really didn't die?!" Ye Zitan asked in shock. She had thought that…"She had contracted H3aB7. I thought that those who contracted that virus would definitely die!"
"You're clear about that, aren't you?" Huo Shaoheng mocked her. "Nianzhi was in Germany. How do you know what she contracted?"
"She did not get it?!" Ye Zitan was even more shocked. "Impossible…"
"Do not rule out what you don't know to be impossible. Doctor Ye, you're someone with a strong scientific background. How can you have such a narrow mind?" Zhou Qiyuan added, "Speak. How did you and those people communicate? The journals that they sent to you have already been recorded in our system. Please don't even think of lying."
"What?! How can you touch my personal belongings?!" Ye Zitan had collapsed by now. Those journals... Those journals that wrote about things beyond scientific knowledge were treasures to her. They had almost become her religion. The moment that was taken from her, she felt that she had lost all support in life.
Raising her head, Ye Zitan opened her mouth and wanted to say something but stopped herself. Head hanging low, she allowed herself to fall onto the floor like a pile of useless matter.
"Ye…" Zhou Qiyuan still had questions, but Huo Shaoheng raised his hand. "No need to question her further. With someone like her, her words might not be true, anyway."
Zhou Qiyuan nodded. "You're right, sir. We have been speaking to her for an extended period of time. However, she hasn't provided us with anything useful at all. We suspect that she doesn't know who she was communicating with, either." Which also meant that Ye Zitan was only one of the minor chess pieces.
Zhou Qiyuan hinted that they should continue investigating. Huo Shaoheng folded his arms and stood in the interrogation room. He looked at Ye Zitan and measured the pros and cons in a second before coming to a decision.
"There's no need to question her anymore. She leaked information to our enemy and caused the death of two of our men. She caused innocent citizens of the Hua Xia Empire to die, and has already been caught red-handed. Death sentence by shooting. Immediately." He had the special authority to sentence culprits in the Special Forces, and Ye Zitan's case had already gone to a secret court hearing in the Army. Unfortunately, they did not manage to get any useful information out of her.
However, based on her conversation with Chen Lie just now, it was clear that she was the culprit. Their conversation had been recorded and could be used as evidence in court. Since she had admitted that those were her actions, there was no way she could have been maligned.
"Yes, sir." Zhou Qiyuan saluted and asked his men to head to the military court to complete the required paperwork. Even though Huo Shaoheng had said to shoot her immediately, they would require approval from the military court. That was protocol.
After Zhou Qiyuan had left, Huo Shaoheng stood quietly in the interrogation room for a while. His gaze landed on Ye Zitan and only left after a while. Coming out of the interrogation room, he saw Zhou Qiyuan standing to the side waiting for him. It seemed like he had something to say.
"Yes?"
"Sir, there's something that I have to report to you." Zhou Qiyuan's eyes narrowed.
Huo Shaoheng nodded and turned to walk out. They exited the disciplinary committee building and headed towards Chen Lie's hospital building. Along the way, Zhou Qiyuan whispered, "Mr. Huo, do you really want to stop all investigation?"
"What else is there to investigate?" Huo Shaoheng asked a matter-of-factly. "Did you manage to get something out of her?"
"No. However, for this case, if we were to investigate deeper, there might be an issue." Zhou Qiyuan was more worried that if someone were to attempt to bring Ye Zitan to justice, this might be a hindrance.
"What issue?" Huo Shaoheng stopped in his tracks. "Just tell me."
"The number that was contacting her. We've tried to trace the number and realized that it was an empty account. The mobile company could not find anything out about it, either. The last time someone used this number was 17 years ago."
Huo Shaoheng's eyes narrowed. "Most likely the mastermind is scheming, or they have a very strong backup. Even if we received information that it was an empty account, it might not really be an empty account."
Zhou Qiyuan nodded. "I thought so, too. Therefore, why don't we make use of Ye Zitan to lure the mastermind out?"
Huo Shaoheng usually did not like explaining himself to others, but Zhou Qiyuan was one of the people he truly trusted. He knew that Zhou Qiyuan had the potential to do much more. Therefore, he patiently explained, "A number that even the mobile company could not trace... If that person was someone of power, this person's power would be huge. If that person did not use his or her influence, but used techniques instead, then their technical skills would be so great that not many would be able to break them. According to what I know, even America's CIA, England's Military Intelligence, Russia's Committee of State Security, the KGB, nor Israel's Mossad could do it. If they cannot do it, then…"
Zhou Qiyuan finally understood. No matter how they thought about it, the mastermind behind Ye Zitan was almost invincible. They did not have the resources to fight directly with that person as of now. Therefore, Ye Zitan was most likely just a pawn. It would be best for her to die sooner rather than later.
If they were to keep her, and that mastermind decided to really begin his or her game and rescue her, they would definitely be at the losing end. Moreover, being in the Special Forces for so many years, no one knew how many secrets Ye Zitan knew. Therefore, the safest method would be to execute her as soon as possible.
"Yes, sir. I understand now." Zhou Qiyuan bowed and intended to go to the military court and deliver the death sentence approval personally.
…
Huo Shaoheng returned to Chen Lie's building and went to visit Gu Nianzhi. She was still in a coma with a high fever. Her little face was flushed, and the corners of her beautiful lips were already cracking. Huo Shaoheng took a piece of sterilized cloth and dipped it in some distilled water. Then, he dabbed it carefully on her dry lips to moisturize them.
Chen Lie had heard him return and came out from his office. Rubbing his hands, he looked anxiously at Huo Shaoheng. "Mr. Huo…"
Without raising his head, Huo Shaoheng continued to dab Gu Nianzhi's lips. "If you're free before daybreak tomorrow, you can visit Ye Zitan for the last time."
Chen Lie was taken aback. Even though he was mentally prepared, the impact was different when Huo Shaoheng told him right smack in his face like that. Removing his glasses, he wiped them repeatedly with his little spectacle towel with trembling hands. He was speechless. Chen Lie cleaned his glasses whenever he was nervous. This habit of his was beyond familiar to Huo Shaoheng.
"I understand how you must be feeling. However, a mistake is a mistake. If you've done something wrong, you'll have to bear the consequences. The mistake she made is not one that can be forgiven with just an apology. She committed a crime, and it was serious enough to earn her an immediate death sentence."
Huo Shaoheng looked at Gu Nianzhi's lips. The dead skin on her chapped lips had already been dabbed off by his wet towel. Her lips were slightly flushed and were so full that they almost did not have any lip lines. Her lips were pale, and they looked almost translucent. Huo Shaoheng looked at her for a while before tucking her in properly.
Chen Lie covered his face and ran back into his office, slamming the door behind him. Huo Shaoheng knew that Chen Lie must be devastated. However, he could not condone this nor wait any longer.
He sat in Gu Nianzhi's room and intended to stay there for the night. However, not long after, Zhou Qiyuan gave him a call and said that the prosecutors in the military court's secret courtroom still had some doubts. They had refused to sign the agreement form for an immediate death sentence.
Huo Shaoheng gave it some thought and said, "Call Minister Bai from the law department and get her to speak to the prosecutor. I'll be there in a minute."
After hanging up, Huo Shaoheng knocked on Chen Lie's door. Chen Lie stayed silent for a while before answering the door with red, puffy eyes. "Yes?"
"I need to head out for a while. Please keep a close eye on Nianzhi." Huo Shaoheng patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be too sad."
Chen Lie remained silent. After Huo Shaoheng left, Chen Lie did not return to his office. He sat beside Gu Nianzhi's bed and observed the data on the machines as he began to ramble. He knew that she was still in a coma and couldn't hear anything, anyway. Therefore, he poured his heart out. "Are you better already, Nianzhi? I'm really sorry. I didn't know that Ye Zitan was like that…
"But wanting her dead so soon, Mr. Huo must hate her so much. Nianzhi… Please wake up soon… who knows…"
Who knew what?
Chen Lie found himself unable to continue. A one-sided love really wasn't that strong, after all. In this relationship, she hadn't responded before. There were no happy memories of being together. There was only a one man show by Chen Lie. He felt that it was pointless already.
"Love is really the most useless and time consuming thing in this entire world." Chen Lie looked at the data and changed the paper in the machine. The roll of paper that was full of data was thrown into the trash can and burned.
After just a little while, Chen Lie realized that Gu Nianzhi's fever had gone down. It had happened twice as quickly as the previous time. His attention returned to Gu Nianzhi, and he observed her bodily reactions as he adjusted the machines.
It was already one o'clock in the morning when Gu Nianzhi woke up. She had actually awakened while Chen Lie had been rattling on about Ye Zitan. However, she was confused as to what Chen Lie was talking about. She couldn't contain her curiosity anymore, so she opened her eyes and asked, "Brother Chen, what happened to Doctor Ye?"
When Gu Nianzhi spoke suddenly, Chen Lie jumped. He took a while to recover from the shock and slapped his forehead happily. "Finally! You're fine now, Nianzhi!"
Gu Nianzhi sighed. "I feel restless. I have no energy. Does that count as something?" Then, she continued asking, "Brother Chen, what were you talking about just now? Why do I feel like you don't want her around anymore?"
Chen Lie asked, wide eyed, "Was it so obvious?"
"Was what obvious?" Gu Nianzhi was taken aback. She struggled into a sitting position on the bed and asked, "What exactly happened?"
"Nianzhi, tell me; when you were in Germany, did you try to call me?" Chen Lie asked her sternly.
Gu Nianzhi nodded. "Yes I did. However, Doctor Ye answered the phone and said that you were in an operation for the General. I also sent texts."
"Why did you call and text me?"
"I was kidnapped when I was in Germany. I wanted to call you for help to look for… Brother Xiong and Brother Ze." Gu Nianzhi consciously omitted "Huo Shao."


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

Leon and the other newly promoted soldiers spent their time dining during the night, sleeping soon after. To calm their nerves, many of the richer men took trips to a nearby brothel. Some were not capable, nor willing to indulge in such actions, so they played cards or exercised. No matter how they ended up relieving themselves, each one of the young men did so.

Some of the nobles sat up all night, writing letters to their family. Gerald was one of these men. He was currently sitting at the foot end of his bed, using his knee as a surface to write on. A small candle rested on the floor, situated next to an inkstone and quill pen holder. The little flame that fluctuated on the candles wick just barely illuminated Gerald's tender smile.

Sitting up from his bed, Leon was conveniently one bunk away from Gerald. Smiling, he pulled the covers off of his torso and sat up. "The stern and astute Gerald, smiling?" Leon teased. "I wonder to whom you are addressing the letter to? Perhaps, a girlfriend or mistress?"

Gerald shook his head and folded the letter. "My life isn't as exciting as you may think," he replied. "It's directed toward my little sister. She'll be turning twelve tomorrow!"

"Oh, a little sister, huh?" Leon smiled, stroking his chin.

Seeing his smile, a trace of pity shone within Gerald's eyes, as well as a hint of envy.  "You don't have a family, do you?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.

Leon shook his head.

"It's unfortunate that you do not know the joys of loving someone yet." Gerald frowned. "However, it is also convenient that you can step onto the battlefield with nothing to lose."

"What do you mean?" Leon probed, frowning.

"I know not of where we go when we die, but I do know that ones we love most will miss us dearly." Said Gerald, humming.

Nodding his head, Leon felt that his words made some sense. It was true. No one would really miss him if he died. There was Ronny, but the old man was plagued by memory loss and a corroding body. Not to mention, Ronny was close with the kid who had lived in Leon's body prior to the transmigration, not him. Not in this world, Earth, or any other place did there exist someone who actually cared for Leon's well-being.

Contemplating it for a few minutes, Leon finally sighed. "Presently, you are correct. However, I still have friends and comrades, people who will love me in the future, and endless possibilities. What we truly have to lose cannot be seen by even the wisest of men."

"But, you cannot regret things that have yet to happen," Gerald retorted, pulling the covers over his body.

Leon felt as though Gerald's thoughts were accurate to a certain extent, but he also disagreed with them. Everyone was entitled to their own opinion and view. To him, a man's worth could not be quantified by what he possesses, but by what he can attain instead. Take a child, for instance; they can have the talent of a dragon, but they are still immature and weak as a stripling. Whether the man grows up and achieves greatness is up for him to decide, but it would be truly regretful if he were to fail.

Just because he was going to step onto the battlefield without any family, didn't mean that he had nothing to fear, nor lose. In fact, he was still one hundred percent human, Inquisitor, or not. Fearing death was a perfectly normal phenomenon that all living creatures shared, even dragons. It would require a level of maturity that wasn't commonly seen for one to not fear their eventual demise. Rather, it was the unknown that genuinely made them feel dread.

Thinking to here, Leon recalled the numerous theories concerning death back on Earth. He had no inkling as to confirm if one of them were correct or not, but it was still interesting to deliberate about.

Strangely enough, as an Inquisitor, he still had yet to feel a connection toward a supreme being. Praying and performing rituals seemed to be useless, which was strange, to say the least. Other than the holy power he commanded, there really wasn't any evidence pointing to what the Church preached about.

Still, there was no real scientific evidence to explain his peculiar transmigration. As such, to Leon, there was undoubtfully some kind of powerful being. Of course, there was always a chance that he was in some sort of hyper-realistic dream or virtual reality. Either way, it was impossible to make a conclusion with his lack of information. Thus, after yawning, he pulled the covers over his body and drifted off to sleep.

That night, he had a dream.

He was in an unfamiliar place; somewhere he had never seen before. Everything was blurry. Only the vague outlines of mansion walls and beautifully unfurled carpet could be perceived. A light dangled above him, and he appeared to be lounging in a large bed. His vision was considerably impaired, but he could still make out a few cloudy figures. Three of them, to be exact.

One of them was an old man, dressed in a proper tuxedo-like outfit. The other two were middle-aged and dressed more lavishly. One of them was a man, while the other was female. Adorning embroidered robes, their white hair cascaded down their shoulders and fell to their buttocks. The man, in particular, sported some of the grandest hair Leon had ever seen in his life.

Glancing around, he couldn't see much more beyond that. Though, it was possible to discern the frantic attitude of the three in front of him. Unfortunately, he was unable to hear them, and the rest of the dream ended in a lackluster manner. Nothing was answered, the chirping of birds in the morning awoke him. There were windows behind each bunk, so the sunlight pierced through the glass and glared on his face.

Eyes twitching, Leon rubbed the hair on his chin and sat up, stretching his limbs. Sweat dripped from his bare body, and he couldn't help but furrow his brows in confusion. "That dream... it felt nostalgic?" He whispered to himself, perplexed.

"What's wrong, nightmare?" Gerald, who had just woken up, teased. A smug smile was on his face.

Leon rolled his eyes and stood up, putting on his tunic and ragged trousers. He still had yet to receive any pay, so it was only natural that he wore the exact same clothes as before. Typically, he preferred to move about shirtless. His sudden increase in muscle-mass caused his shirt to become rather tight. Even now, the bottom of his abdomen popped out whenever he walked.

His only pair of clothes had actually become a joke among the fifty soldiers. This was especially so for the rich ones, who owned, at the very least, fifty pairs of expensive outfits. Hell, their families had even prepared them sets of armor for their upcoming expedition.

Barreling out of bed, a freckle-faced teenager seemingly popped out of nowhere. "Hey, Leon, do you want to go out shopping before dusk?" Henry asked, smiling. "I heard that there are some pretty incredible discounts for soldiers!"

"Didn't Ralkor tell us to stay put?" Leon replied, sighing.

"Oh, come on, let's have a little bit of fun before the war!" Freddy chimed in, leaving Leon tongue-tied.

Even Silvian and Gerald wanted to go out, so Leon begrudgingly agreed and followed along. He knew that they wanted to go out mainly for him. Who could stand their strongest senior to wear a belly shirt, after all?

Thus, the group of five exited the barracks and headed toward the center district. The streets were as crowded as ever, filled to the brim with street vendors and foreigners. Some would glance over at Leon and the others every now and then, but no one paid them too much attention. Therefore, it took them only around fifteen minutes to arrive at the shopping district.

Leon could recall seeing the clothing shops once before, but he had never ventured too far within. Plenty of nobles dawdled around the jewelry shops, and no peasants dared to enter their lines of sight. This time, however, Leon was backed by Gerald and Silvian; two presumed to be nobles.

They sauntered through the front gate, which was guarded by five or so bouncers. The district itself was similar to a marketplace; different shops could be found situated on the four corners. They paid the governor a certain price every month to leave their shops in the district, like a renting fee of sorts. In return, they received a lot of exposure and the richest of customers. In was a win-win for the townsfolk.

The group of five first stopped at a nearby blacksmith. Weapons and different parts to a set of armor dangled off the outskirts of the shop, enticing soldiers. Some were made of steel, iron, and other such materials. Henry's and Freddy's eyes sparkled in delight as they burst through the door, salivating at their mouths.

Unlike Gerald and Silvian, they did not have any armor. And, anyone who possessed a brain knew the importance of armor on the battlefield. Capable of holding back arrows and thrusts, it saved many warriors' lives.

Clang! The sound of a hammer crashing down onto an anvil echoed throughout the building. Dust wafted about, and a variety of equipment was layered along the walls. Swords, shields, spears, gauntlets, spaulders, greaves, helmets, and even cloaks were preasant. At the very back, full sets of armor hung on the wall.

Looking at the price tags, Leon shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that Henry and Freddy could only afford the chainmail with their life savings. It had to be understood that well-forged gear was not easy to come by, nor purchase. Primarily, only those higher up in the military actually owned them.

Henry's enthusiasm visibly died down once he saw the price, and so did Freddy's. Gerald and Silvian, on the other hand, glanced around with disdain. "These shops don't have what we're looking for," Gerald commented, waltzing out without a hint of hesitation.

Dejected, Freddy and Henry followed after. Leon didn't trail off too far behind. He didn't have any money, so it wasn't like he expected much of anything. Cheap or not, he wouldn't even be able to buy an apple.

Similar scenarios played out for the next hour. It was only have visiting a regular clothing store did Gerald pitch in to buy Leon a new tunic. Henry purchased a locket, and Freddy got himself some new boots. As for Silvian, he didn't buy anything — nothing caught his eye.

Leon was content with his new shirt. It was a black tunic, similar to his other one. However, this one was a bit larger, covering up his entire upper body. Moreover, it was actually able to stretch a bit more, so his movements were less stiff. It had only cost Gerald a few copper coins, so it was a fruitful journey, all in all.

Looking up at the sun, the group of five realized that it was only an hour away from dusk.

"Hurry up, we can't let Ralkor catch us!" One of them shouted as they broke out into a sprint.

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Leon, who was an ordinary white-collar worker on Earth, was transmigrated into a fantasy world. Equipped with nothing more than his modern knowledge, how will he ever hope to survive? But what's this? A status sheet?

"Wait? I-I'm an Inquisitor?"

Dai approaches the Static Stone.

He closes his eyes.
Breathes deeply.

He raises his arm, opening his hand aiming towards the Stone.

...

He opens his eyes.
"Hm - ha !" Dai shouts with effort.
 
...
...

"Nothing happened" I say.
"Hehe... I just... I haven't used this method in a while" Dai says.
"It doesn't matter, you can use the basic method" Asil says.
"All right…"

He raises his arm again.

...

"Reflector Shield!" Dai shouts.

A magenta light beam comes out of his hand.
Hits the Stone.
The light is dispersed through the crystal of the Stone, changing its color.

"It worked?" I ask.
" Yes, look out the window" Elin responds.

I approach the window.

"I don't see anything" I say.
"Seriously?" Elin asks.
"It's normal, she's not used to the energy, it'll take her a while to see it that easily" Asil says.
"Oh, it's true, I didn't remember"

Asil approaches Dai.

"Good job, Daisuke, I'm glad you got to learn it"
"Thanks" Dai answers flattered.

"It seems that my work here is over. Elin, Daisuke, Kuno, thanks for the help and for taking care of Alexandria, someday I will reward you"
"No problem, Commander!" Kuno says while bowing.
"It's nothing" Elin says with a smile.
"I hope so!" Dai answers greedily.

"Alexandria, you should start reading the books I gave you as soon as possible and practice"
"I will!" I respond energetically.
 
"Very well, I'll come back when I have something new"
"Excuse me, Commander, how will you know where we are?" Elin asks.
"With the Remote Location over Alexandria"
"Oh, okay"

"See you soon!"

Multiple blue-magenta light rays begin to surround him until it is completely covered.
He disappears, leaving behind only small particles.

"Amazing…" I say amazed by the teleportation.
"So that's what I detected" Kuno says.
"Hm?"
 
"Since you returned I noticed something weird on you, but I couldn't figure what it was"
"I didn't notice anything" Elin says.
"Me neither" Dai says.
*sigh* Kuno sighs disappointed.

"That was Asil's energy?" I ask.
"Yes, it's very difficult to detect. I didn't expect less from someone like him"

...
...
 
"Now what?" I ask.
"I'm going to level up" Dai leaves the room.
"I'll visit Nao" Elin also leaves.
"I have to go to work" Kuno leaves.

'Suddenly, I'm alone... I should go for the backpack that Asil gave me'

I go down the stairs.

I grab the backpack and go to the living room.
I sit on the couch and start to take the books out of the backpack.

'Energy: essentials... Support Magic... Why Focus on One Class?... Skills 101... Health and Magic... Elemental Magic... PARANE- are you kidding? Xenon In Short, it's like dad's book, but smaller. Xenon vs Zenon... Xenon Kitchen... Starting in Magic... That's it'

I see the books.

'I think I'll start with some history'
I grab the book Xenon In Short.

'It is the smallest of all'
I open it.
'Authors... Notes... Introduction... It begins here'

Today, Xenon is the government of the entire civilization of the planet, we even call our dimension Xenon after the discovery of Zenon, but it was not always like that. There had to be many fights, wars and revolutions to get where we are now.

'Let's see...'

Going back to the first thing we know, Xenon was one of the first civilizations in history. Since they created their first community 2019 years ago, we started counting the years.

'Here is similar too'

There is not much information about the first 700 years of Xenon because the first found writings were made in the 8th century. They talk about the problems they faced at that time, such as lack of food, trade with other civilizations and diseases.

In the 12th century, the first Great Armed War took place, where the newly invented firearms were used. Millions of people died in it, being the deadliest in history. Its origin is due to the long confrontation between all the civilizations caused by the differences of their beliefs. The drop that spilled the glass was the great massacre in the Zoriam empire , called The Inculpated Massacre because the Oxiris civilization accused Xenon of doing so, but no evidence was found.

'Wars are stupid'

The allied civilizations of Zoriam attacked Xenon, causing the friendly civilizations of Xenon to attack back. After 17 years of constant fighting, Xenon and his allies (called Valor) defeated Zoriam and his allies (called Order), making them surrender after a great fight won thanks to the perfect strategy of General Fredrick. After the war, it took civilizations several decades to stabilize.

The next great event happened two centuries later, in the year 1483, called the Red Epidemic, the worst epidemic that has suffered Xenon. This disease, called Red Tear, was discovered by scientists while testing on animals and different chemical elements and substances. Realizing how dangerous it was, they decided to keep it in a vault and never talk about it.

After the famous robbery to the Xenon Academy, the thieves stole everything that was inside the vault, including the Red Tear. Believing that it was some kind of drug, they began selling it illegally to the population. This, together with the fact that it was a very contagious disease, caused it to expand incredibly fast.

'I wonder what that robbery was like...'

The entire kingdom had to go into quarantine until a cure was discovered. It is estimated that around 26% of the Xenon population died.

'Wow! That's a lot'
 
And even with the help of all civilizations, the cure was discovered until 1490, seven years after the beginning of the epidemic, by the scientist Talsten (his statue is still in the Academy). Thanks to the great support that Xenon received, in a few years it had already returned to normal.

Just after discovering the cure, the scientists took advantage of the recognition made to them to manifest together with the population against the king to give greater importance to science. Under pressure, the king was forced to accept, and so the Scientific Revolution began.

'That's good'

The following centuries were full of discoveries and great scientific advances, including magic.

Magic was discovered in the year 1569, when scientists found strange energy emissions while experimenting with humans. By forcing a person into stress, the machines they used to measure different things on the body, such as temperature or blood pressure, began to show readings totally out of place. They realized that this was because large amounts of energy affected their operation.

After several years of failed experiments, scientists were about to give up when they finally managed to make a person concentrate that energy in a specific area of the body, causing a red sphere to come out of her hand, which caused a small explosion.

'Interesting...'

That person was Liza Raelynn, a young homeless woman who would later create the Xenon Magic School in 1602, now called Xenon School, winning multiple awards and recognitions. She died at the age of 104, in the year 1682.

'She lived a lot'

Elemental Magic was discovered in the year 1658, when scientists found in the genes of several people DNA sequences separated from the main sequences, which contained such strange and exotic properties that they could not tell exactly what their function was. But it was not until 1739 that they were able to connect for the first time these sequences.

These connections allowed the release of Elemental Energy, a combination of normal energy and energy generated by the new cells, called Xen.

'Then, Elemental Magic exists by genetic modifications...'

Subsequent generations born with these sequences already connected, so there is no need to connect them again.

Taking advantage of the Magic being discovered only by Xenon, the king took the decision to betray civilizations to gain control of the entire planet.

'Really? Son of a...'

In the year 1808, the king created the Xenon Army, made up of the best xenon at the time, to attack civilizations in 1810, starting the Great World War.

The civilizations, surprised and overcomed by the great power of magic, surrendered and accepted being reigned by Xenon. By the year 1821, there was no other civilization other than Xenon.

'...'

While the war was going on, in Xenon Zosin Rynur was, the first person with a fusion of all the elements, which they called Thunderstorm because it threw rays and generated large amounts of electricity. The scientists were amazed by the great amount of energy and power that he had, so a few years later he was asked to allow some experiments on him to find out more information and he accepted.

For some unknown reason, Zosin lost his eyesight and sanity few years later, acting aggressively against anyone. On April 13 of the year 1840, the Xenon Army faced Zosin, who had attacked innocent people for no reason, including the king's son.

The army could not defeat Zosin, losing hundreds of soldiers. After several hours, Zosin was seriously wounded and committed suicide with a big explosion in the middle of the city, killing thousands of people.

'I don't know what to think... Could that happen to me?'

Due to this event and to the little knowledge of the reasons why it happened, the king made the decision to forbid the relations that could generate the Thnderstorm fusion and the people, frightened by what had just happened, accepted it without problems.

The year 1849 is considered as the beginning of the Xenon Revolution, since Adgar Boe wrote multiple articles and books talking about values, mind, death and politics, first making people talk freely about their beliefs and opinions.

By the year 1897, people decided to manifest to make a change, but the king did not accept. The people, angry, began to make protests all over Xenon, but the king continued to ignore their demands. Furious, Xenon starts a war against the king. Thousands of people died, but in the end, the king is killed in the year 1901.

'A change is good, but...'

That same year the first president is elected, promising a better quality of life and the division of Xenon into multiple states governed by its own people.

'That's good'

As of that year, technology begins to advance at an exponential rate, today it still does, so we can say that we are in the Technological Revolution.

The last major event occurred in 1915, when the Liza Portal, named after the founder of the Xenon School, was discovered in the depth of the ocean within some ruins. It is not yet known how it is possible that it exists.

At first it was believed that it teleported to another planet, but after rigorous scientific and magical studies, it was determined that it is almost completely sure to be a dimension parallel to ours.

The government publishes a survey for the population to decide the name of the two dimensions, winning Xenon and Zenon by far.

Although the government did not allow it, the people applied enough pressure and in 1922 the law was changed to allow Zenon to travel, as long as strict requirements and a long waiting list were met.

'So that's how they travel between Xenon and Zenon... There should be a portal here too'
 
We hope that you, reader, contribute to Xenon-

'It ends there'

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