Don't read just checking out the format and stuff

"Ding! You've unlocked the task [Manga Artist]."
"Task requires publishing an installment of a series of manga novels and publish a single volume."
"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Manga Artist] (Drawing skills +3, design +3, scriptwriting +3.)"
There was only one phase for this task and finishing it would reward him 100 points.
Possessing a manga novel series and publishing one volume was enough to retain the title of a manga artist.
The title also came with three additional attributes.
Drawing skills, including the basic foundations and techniques, had been learned by Meng Fan after receiving the drawing skill attributes. Moreover, this drawing technique bonus didn't just include animation techniques, but other types as well. Only Meng Fan's current jobs were all related to manga.
Drawing skills would give him the abilities of a well-rounded artist.
The design included character design, environment design, stylizing, and more.
Screenwriting included dramas, adaptations, plot designs, segmentations and so on.
From the description, it was the full set of skills needed to produce a series of manga novels.
Meng Fan understood that the success of a manga would be inseparable from these three attributes. If he could attain these add-ons, it would be incredible. These attributes were also what every animation and manga student dreamed of.
If there was another related attribute that was more refined that came later, then it would be even more perfect.
Meng Fan had chosen to study drawing, specifically animation as his major. Obviously, he didn't want to just be an illustrator to get by. His ultimate goal was to become an anime practitioner.
He wanted to partake in the production of animations, as well as creating his own manga. These were all within Meng Fan's scope of pursuit.
He began to design his first manga early on already. In high school, the results had come to an eventual end. Meng Fan became in awe of manga creating.
Since he began college, Meng Fan did not give up his dream of creating a manga, only he never thought about it or tried to start one. He needed more power to prepare for the day his drawing abilities and his scriptwriting skills were at a satisfactory level. His specific field-based research had been enough to support at least half of the manga... So once he felt that everything was up to par and the timing was right, he would then begin the process of creating a manga.
After being reincarnated, because of the rewards the task [Illustrator] had netted, Meng Fan was very clear as to where his current drawing skills stood. Presently, Meng Fan's skills could certainly support the production of a manga, his drawing techniques, in particular, were enough to exceed half of the professional manga artists out there.
As for design, he was always been a leader in this aspect.
Those things, coupled with his hand speed, could mostly solve the two important factors of efficiency and perseverance.
Although [Illustrator] had awarded him with imagination, Meng Fan felt that what he lacked most was scriptwriting. This was the most important ability, far more important than drawing skills.
Now that there was an achievement task that could increase his scriptwriting skills, he was not prepared to begin a manga. Should he still go for it?
Of course!
To Meng Fan, it was a simple task.
One, it wasn't hard to create a series. Nowadays, Hua Xia's manga network was vast and made it easy for anyone who wanted to upload their manga series. Even if the system didn't recognize an online series, Meng Fan had a way of finding a manga network to officiate his series. The System couldn't have requirements for manga publishing studios right.
Two, it was also not difficult to issue a single volume. Finding a serialized website or a publishing house to help Meng Fan with the publication would be quite difficult, but worst case Meng Fan could pay to publish it himself. The system probably didn't require someone else to pay right? And he couldn't be too picky when it came to publishing platforms… right?
After publishing, he could probably kiss the idea of selling it goodbye. He could just give it out.
In the end, it was not difficult to produce a manga with his current drawing skills and imagination. It wasn't hard to create one, but its quality was a different topic.
The only thing that Meng Fan did not understand was how he had triggered the task. What was the trigger mechanism of the System?
If Meng Fan or Qin Jiao suggested the idea of creating a manga could trigger the task, then that would be understandable. But this was somebody else's business.
Was it because they mentioned creating a manga? But that doesn't make sense. Mr. Ma's professional class mentioned manga creation at least five times in each lecture, yet it did not trigger a task.
Or was it because the system heard that someone else wanted to create a manga and decided it was time Meng Fan made one too and tossed him a mission?
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Jiao noticed Meng Fan's sour look after agreeing.
"I'm not happy. What else could be wrong?"
After the task was triggered, Meng Fan's heart was prancing with joy, but he couldn't say so. He pretended to dissolve his grief and anger into an appetite, making Qin Jiao speechless.
Qin Jiao was powerless as well. "If you eat like this, nevermind ten kilometers, you won't lose any weight even if you run twenty kilometers a day!"
"I do run twenty kilometers a day, but it's the first time you're actually paying for a meal you invited me to!" Meng Fan continued to scarf down the food on the table.
"You're hopeless! Fine, eat as much as you can!"
"Where are you going?"
"The bathroom. What, are you scared I'm going to run?"
"Yes!"
"Then why don't you come along?"
...
It was 9 in the evening, and Ah Feng and Cai had just left the dormitory building to pull an all-nighter at the internet cafe. They hadn't walked far when they were stopped by someone.
"Young master Hu!"
The two shouted out a name that disgusted them but had sounded sweet to Hu Ting Song. They smiled and approached him, asking, "Do you need something from us?"
Hu Ting Song had a solemn expression as he pulled out a handful of cash. "Help me teach someone a lesson. Here's two thousand HXB for you guys to buy a smoke, as long as you don't use a knife I can help you cover it up."
The two smiled, insulting him in their minds.
'If you want us to teach someone a lesson, then we'll teach someone a lesson. Who uses a knife for that? We're not dumbasses.'
They took the money. "Who did our big brother dirty? One word from you is enough!"
Hu Ting Song bit his teeth and forced out two words. "Meng Fan."
"Who? That fat ass from the animation department?"
Ah Feng stuffed the money he had just received back into the hands of Hu Ting Song. His face turned bitter. "Young master Hu, anyone else would be fine, but him, we really can't!"
They both remembered the night they had run into Meng Fan when they were 'helping' Zhao Chang Gui straighten out Chen Da Qiang. The two wanted to cry at the thought. That feeling of being suppressed by one hand and the pain that followed at any point could not be understood by most people!
They thought about it again and understood why Hu Ting Song was so desperately looking for trouble. It seemed that the victim from the story of "Three thousand is more badass than ten thousand" on campus had been the guy standing in front of them!
Yes, this iron hero could f*cking run ten kilometers. Was that not terrifying!?
Hu Ting Song creased his brows. "You guys are still afraid of him?"
The two nodded in admittance. Cai thought for a moment. "How about, you think about some other ways to deal with him?"
...
Meng Fan still followed his original plan for the evening stream. There were no more novel illustrations, so he decided to draw some mecha. It was just that he had interacted only with Hua Xia's historical culture growing up. Since he also enjoyed it too, the 'mecha' gear had been heavily influenced by ancient Hua Xia history toward the direction of armor.
It was cool to engrave a Gundam with inscriptions of traditional thunderclouds and weavings. It was also convenient to add a yin yang based formation on a transformer!
Meng Fan ended the stream at nine o'clock sharp and continued to ponder his manga job in the studio.
As he thought about it, he took out his phone once again and began to sort through the ideas and inspirations he had collected over the years.
As he sorted through them, Meng Fan discovered he had actually made quite a lot of preparations to create his own manga. 
If anything, just the research alone was enough to support a historical type manga's character, style, and environment design.
And Meng Fan believed it was possible to begin from this aspect.
Although the achievement task of [Manga Artist] made Meng Fan ecstatic to complete it and gain its attributes, it could also be attained quickly. Meng Fan thought it through; he thought that the final product had to have a certain level of quality.
They weren't strict requirements, but he should at least be able to show it off. No matter what, it had to be worthy of his own drawing skills!


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

Angka-angka itu berhenti terbang ketika mereka melihat pembalasan Bunga Kecil. Tiba-tiba, bahkan lebih banyak angka terbang keluar dari kegelapan. Kali ini, kekuatan dari angka-angka ini lebih besar dari sebelumnya.
Si Kecil Empat menatap kekuatan yang kuat itu. Bunga Kecil tidak bisa mengatasinya sendirian. Dia bergegas maju dan menarik Bunga Kecil di belakangnya.
"Bunga Kecil, cepat keluar dari sini!"
Dia tak akan membiarkan Bunga Kecil terlibat.
"Kakak Kecil Empat, apa yang kau lakukan?" Bunga Kecil memandang Si Kecil Empat yang ada di depannya dan bertanya dengan nada bingung.
"Format ini berasal dari tubuhku. Jika kita tidak memiliki hak untuk menghapusnya, format itu akan terus kembali bahkan jika kita mengalahkannya. Setiap kali, ia akan kembali lebih kuat dari waktu sebelumnya. Kita tidak akan mampu melawannya," jawab Si Kecil Empat.
"Bunga Kecil, aku senang kau datang untuk membantuku. Namun, aku tidak bisa begitu egois dan membiarkanmu binasa bersamaku." Si Kecil Empat tersenyum. "Jangan khawatir. Bahkan jika aku menghilang, aku masih bisa kembali. Ingat untuk menungguku."
Bunga Kecil mencibir. "Apakah kau akan tetap sama?" Bunga Kecil tahu bahwa apa pun yang diformat ulang tidak akan sama lagi. "Tuan tidak pernah menyerah dalam menghadapi bahaya apa pun. Kakak Kecil Empat, kita tidak bisa menyerah juga. Jika tidak, tuan akan marah."
Bunga Kecil dengan serius memberi tahu Si Kecil Empat bahwa dia tak akan meninggalkannya. 
Si Kecil Empat tercerahkan oleh kata-kata Bunga Kecil. Selama pertempuran dengan Hailiya, semua orang berpikir bahwa mereka tidak akan bisa bertahan sampai bala bantuan datang tetapi Bos mereka tidak menyerah. Bahkan jika dia mungkin mati, bahkan jika masa depannya mungkin hancur, dia masih bertahan sampai akhir tanpa rasa takut.
Dia adalah pengikut nomor satu Bosnya. Bagaimana dia bisa menyerah tanpa berkelahi? Si Kecil Empat tiba-tiba mendongak. Dia melihat pusaran air yang kuat itu dan tersenyum.
"Bunga Kecil, kau benar. Jika kita menyerah sekarang, Bos akan marah ketika dia tahu dan dia akan memukuliku." Si Kecil Empat tidak ingin mengecewakan Ling Lan. Dia bisa menghilang tetapi dia tidak bisa meninggalkan kesan buruk di hati Ling Lan. Dia tidak akan pernah membiarkan hal seperti itu terjadi.
"Ya, Kakak Kecil Empat. Ayo bertarung bersama." Bunga Kecil datang ke sisi Si Kecil Empat dan meraih tangannya. Tangan Bunga Kecil lebih kecil dari tangan Si Kecil Empat. Namun, tangan kecil, putih, dan gemuk itu memberi kekuatan yang cukup pada Si Kecil Empat.
"Kakak Kecil Empat, ini pertama kalinya kita bekerja dengan satu sama lain. Mari kita bekerja dengan baik." Karena sistem utama itu harus membuatnya menghilang, biarkan dia bertarung dengan bagus sekali ini. Jika pada akhirnya dia gagal, dia juga tidak menyesal.
Sementara Si Kecil Empat dan Bunga Kecil saling menyemangati, angka-angka itu telah berkumpul menjadi pusaran air yang bahkan lebih kuat. Mereka bergerak ke arah Si Kecil Empat dan Bunga Kecil dengan kejam.
Si Kecil Empat mendorong tangannya. Sebuah kekuatan besar menghantam pusaran air besar itu.
Bum! Dua kekuatan bertabrakan. Kali ini, Si Kecil Empat memilih untuk menyerang alih-alih bertahan.
Format ini datang dari tubuh utama Si Kecil Empat jadi dia tak dapat menggunakan potensi penuhnya. Namun, kekuatan yang ia berikan masih memungkinkan angka-angka itu bubar sedikit. 
Bunga Kecil telah menunggu kesempatannya. Dia membuka mulutnya. Sebuah mulut besar muncul di atas pusaran air itu. Mulut itu terbuka dan menggigit pusaran angka tersebut. 
Klang! Ketika mulut itu menggigit angka, suara menusuk bisa terdengar. Bunga Kecil tampak kesakitan. Angka-angka ini bukan hanya data normal. Ada kekuatan yang tersimpan di dalamnya. Kekuatannya begitu hebat sehingga Bunga Kecil merasa bahwa dia tidak bisa mempertahankan mulut yang besar itu lagi. Mulut itu akan dihancurkan oleh kekuatan dari data tersebut. 
Niat jahat muncul di mata Bunga Kecil. "Aku Bunga Kiamat. Aku jenis penghancuran. Hanya aku yang memiliki kemampuan untuk menghancurkan sesuatu. Tidak ada yang bisa menghancurkanku." 
Kebrutalan di hati Bunga Kecil meledak. Dia akhirnya berhasil membiarkan mulutnya menggigit angka-angka itu.
Serangkaian suara yang menghancurkan telinga terdengar. Sebagian pusaran air besar itu digigit oleh mulut tersebut. Angka-angka yang berputar itu mulai hancur. Mereka yang berhasil lolos dari gigitan dari mulut besar itu lolos ke dalam kegelapan.
Kemampuan melahap Bunga Kecil yang kejam menakuti angka-angka itu. Mereka tersebar ke dalam ruang gelap di depan Si Kecil Empat dan Bunga Kecil dan mulai memadat bersama lagi. Namun, mereka tidak berani mendekati Si Kecil Empat dan Bunga Kecil. Mereka hanya bisa mencari lebih banyak angka di ruang gelap dan mempersiapkan pertempuran terakhir. 
Formatnya tahu bahwa dua entitas cerdas ini sulit dihadapi. Format itu perlu mengumpulkan lebih banyak kekuatan jika ingin mengalahkan mereka sekali ini.
Setelah Bunga Kecil menelan angka-angka itu, wajahnya menjadi pucat. Wajahnya yang putih semakin putih. Ia terlihat agak transparan.
"Bunga Kecil, apakah kau baik-baik saja?" Si Kecil Empat memperhatikan perubahan Bunga Kecil dan mulai mengkhawatirkannya.
Bunga Kecil menyeka mulutnya dan menjawab dengan tenang, "Aku baik-baik saja. Energi ini tidak bisa menyakitiku."
Tubuhnya terdiri dari data yang memungkinkannya menelan, mencemari, dan menghancurkan semua data. Format itu dapat menghapus semua data tetapi di depan data negatif yang kuat seperti Bunga Kecil, mereka akan mengalami kesulitan juga.
Bunga Kecil tampak tenang tetapi tubuhnya tidak. Data yang dia telan memiliki kekuatan tertentu. Ketika mereka memasuki tubuhnya, kekuatan pada data itu masih ada. Mereka mencoba memformat ulang data dalam tubuh Bunga Kecil.
Saat data yang dia telan mencoba melakukan ini, data penghancur dalam tubuh Bunga Kecil menjadi marah. Mereka sombong dan bangga. Mereka tidak akan tunduk pada data lain. Di depan format-format ini yang ingin menghapusnya, mereka mengungkapkan niat mereka yang sebenarnya ketika mereka terprovokasi dan segera menerkam format-format baru ini.
Segera, data dalam tubuh Bunga Kecil mulai berkelahi. Mereka mencemari apa pun yang dapat mereka kontaminasi dan menghancurkan apa pun yang dapat mereka hancurkan. Mereka menentang format-format ini. Inilah sebabnya wajah Bunga Kecil berubah pucat. Jika keadaan memburuk, dia bahkan mungkin tidak bisa mempertahankan bentuk manusianya. 
Kedua belah pihak memiliki kesempatan untuk bernapas tetapi pertempuran pemungkas tidak jauh. Format-format itu menggabungkan semua energi mereka bersama-sama dan mulai berputar. Mereka tidak tampak menakutkan seperti sebelumnya, tetapi Si Kecil Empat dan Bunga Kecil tahu bahwa pusaran air yang lambat ini adalah bahaya nyata.
Si Kecil Empat mengepalkan tinjunya. Dia telah membuat keputusan. Dia akan bertarung sampai dia jatuh. Dia harus mengirim Bunga Kecil keluar dari dunianya. Sejak awal pertempuran, dia tidak pernah berpikir untuk membiarkan Bunga Kecil mempertaruhkan nyawanya.


Setelah meninggal karena penyakit terminal yang aneh, Ling Lan terlahir kembali ke dunia 10.000 tahun di masa depan. Meskipun dia sangat berharap dia bisa menjalani kehidupan yang tenang dan damai dalam tubuh barunya yang sehat, takdir berencana lain ...
Terpaksa menyamar sebagai bocah lelaki agar bisa mewarisi tunjangan militer premium almarhum ayahnya, perjalanan Ling Lan menuju masa dewasa dipenuhi tantangan. Setelah melalui banyak kesulitan, ia akhirnya mencapai usia 16 tahun, saat ia bisa menghentikan sandiwaranya. Namun sebelum ia bisa mendapat kebebasan barunya untuk menikah dan berkeluarga, perubahan nasib membuatnya terlempar ke sekolah militer khusus putra Federasi.
Dengan perputaran nasib ini, Ling Lan tak punya pilihan selain berjalan semakin jauh di jalan yang tidak bertitik balik, sebuah jalan dominasi yang dingin dan terasing ...

My daydreaming gets cut short when the notification sound of a bell chime goes off on both my laptop and my phone. 

It's a new e-mail. It most likely contains the file I've requested from Jett earlier that has all the information on the male celebrity he's going to be in charge of from now on.

This reminds me; since Honey told me to focus on Jett for a week, I'll have to make sure I teach him the most important things first, ones that are of utmost priority. He will still need to adjust to so many things that I don't want to overwhelm him. I should keep the training sessions at a good pace. 

So the key for the first day is an overview of my system when I manage a celebrity for the first time. I'll be teaching him the things he'll need to establish a solid partnership with each person he's handling.

I sit on my computer chair and open my laptop wider. After typing on the keyboard, one final click of the mouse opens a PDF file that's now shown on the screen.

"Let's see..." I mumble to myself as I quickly go over his photos, resume, and basic info.

Huh. That's interesting. 

"Ren Hille. 20 years old. Blah, blah, blah..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Oh... he belongs to an idol group called '7Crowns'."

My eyes squint a little as I start to read faster and faster, "True to the group's name, means they have seven members in total. They only just debuted about six months ago, and because of their immense, almost mind-boggling popularity, they have already gained this much traction." 

I get up from my chair after taking note of all the other details.

I use my thumb and index fingers to rub along my lower jaw while I think. Doing all these aides my thinking process, so I continue to talk to myself as I pace around the room at the same time. 

"So I guess they're trying to breach into different departments now to take full advantage by using their popularity to ride out the wave. Of course, this includes movies, variety shows, advertising, interviews, tv-series, choreography, composing, lyrics, and even scriptwriting, to name a few." 

I reach the other end of my room, and I spin around to walk the opposite way. "This will depend on the idol and what their other talents are outside of what they usually do as a '7Crowns' member. Ren is the 2nd lead in the group and generally does well on a lot of things, but he excels the most in acting."

"From what I've read so far, he's honestly a great choice for Jett's first celeb. He'll prove to be a great enough challenge for a first-time manager. Honestly, he's so dang lucky to be guiding someone with already this much potential. Lucky bastard." My lips morph into a smirk. I shake my head and bury half of the face into one of my palms at an angle.

Of course, it's not like I want to see him fail or to have an awful time, but he won't have to go through what most managers with absolutely no backing do. While it may be a setback, you do learn some crucial things out of being patient and resourceful.

You also get to exercise and wrack your brain for ideas you'd never have been able to think of otherwise if there wasn't any urgency.

In any case, there are still a lot of positives. One of them is that he can shift his attention from the person he's handling and focus on learning the process with less stress. 

Luck, after all, is a significant part of everything in this world. Regardless of whatever type of career, power, or social standing, one has no one should ever look down on luck or use it to devalue someone else. 

Thankfully, he has nothing to worry about Ren at this point. Otherwise, it would have been too much of a distraction for someone just starting.

He can take his time and dedicate himself more to organizing, networking, polishing, promoting, and showcasing Ren as a package - an end product. I'll have to focus on that when I start tomorrow then.

With the rest of the evening, I end up preparing all the materials for our first day tomorrow. Some will be in digital form, and others will have to be printed out at the office tomorrow.

* * * * *

I arrive at the Intoxis Entertainment headquarters 30 minutes ahead of schedule. 

I use the time I have to print out the handouts I prepared last night. 

As a manager with seniority, I have my own private office. 

Since newbie managers don't have their own offices, I left a sticky note at Jett's cubicle, letting him know to come to my office as it'd be much easier to talk here.

Time went by quickly, and before I knew it, someone knocks on the door.

After I answer loudly, telling them to come in, the door slowly swings open, and a certain person's head pokes through the opening. Jett enters with some folders and a laptop nestling in his arm.

Therysia Raley is undergoing many life-altering changes within the span of a year. First, she got divorced, and now, she is moving across countries? On top of that, there are several men who seem to be interested in her upon her return.

A new life, a new job, and maybe...? 

Will this exceptionally headstrong woman be able to find true love?

Saat mereka naik ke panggung, Guru Master Hong mendesak para peserta dari tiga panggung lainnya untuk melanjutkan ke sana juga.
Guru-guru master yang menarik B1, C1, dan D1 masuk ke posisi mereka.
Setelah itu, mereka mulai mendiskusikan konten duel mereka. 
Mengenai hal ini, Guru Master Hong tidak akan ikut campur sama sekali.
Dan segera, mereka selesai membuat pilihan mereka.
Dari empat panggung, dua orang memilih pengetahuan, satu orang memilih Kedalaman Jiwa, dan yang lainnya memilih duel fisik.
Persaingan di antara para guru master diperluas lebih jauh dari sekadar kekuatan kasar; kemampuan mereka termasuk pekerjaan pendukung mereka, Kedalaman Jiwa, Impartasi Kehendak Surga, impartasi pengetahuan, dan banyak aspek lainnya. Jika itu hanya pertarungan sederhana, tidak perlu membuatnya begitu megah.
Dengan demikian, sebenarnya ada sangat sedikit guru master yang memilih duel fisik sebagai sarana untuk menentukan pemenang.
"Jadi, inilah Turnamen Guru Master yang sebenarnya!" Zhang Xuan berkomentar kagum.
Babak sebelumnya hanya untuk menyingkirkan peserta yang kurang mampu; apa yang terjadi di hadapannya saat ini adalah kompetisi yang sebenarnya di antara para guru master.
Juga Turnamen Guru Master yang sebenarnya. 
Menatap ke empat panggung, Zhang Xuan menemukan wajah yang familier.
Song Chao! 
Meskipun seleksi awal tidak mudah, dia tampaknya telah mencapai hasil yang cukup baik sehingga maju dengan terhormat ke babak duel.
Orang yang menjadi lawan tandingnya adalah seorang murid sekte. Sementara murid itu memiliki bidang kultivasi yang sama dengan Song Chao, dia bernasib relatif buruk di babak penyisihan. Mengetahui bahwa tidak mungkin baginya untuk tampil sebagai pemenang dalam aspek-aspek lain, dia memanfaatkan sepenuhnya keuntungan yang diperoleh dari aturan, sebaliknya malah mengusulkan pertarungan langsung.
"Mulai!"
Gong menandakan dimulainya pertandingan terdengar dan murid itu langsung berlari ke arah Song Chao.
Pukulan bertukar, angin besar berembus ke sekeliling mereka. Memiliki alam kultivasi yang sama, keduanya berdiri di tanah mereka dan sulit untuk mengatakan siapa yang di atas angin.
Meskipun panggungnya tidak terlalu besar, ada formasi di sekitarnya. Tidak mungkin bagi keduanya untuk menghancurkan formasi dengan alam kultivasi mereka saat ini sehingga mereka bisa bertarung sesuka mereka tanpa khawatir.
"Sepertinya … Song Chao akan dapat maju ke babak selanjutnya!"
Setelah melihat duel sejenak, Zhang Xuan segera menyimpulkan bahwa kemungkinan Song Chao menang atas lawan ini.
Sementara keduanya hampir seimbang, pergerakan Song Chao jauh lebih fleksibel dan hati-hati, menunggu waktunya untuk kesempatan yang ideal untuk menyerang.
Selama lawannya menunjukkan sedikit celah kecemasan, Song Chao akan memanfaatkan kesempatan untuk mengalahkannya dengan cepat.
Mengetahui kemungkinan hasilnya, Zhang Xuan mengalihkan perhatiannya ke salah satu panggung melakukan duel impartasi pengetahuan sebagai gantinya.
Dibandingkan dengan panggung Song Chao, di mana para pesaing menggerakkan zhenqi mereka untuk saling melemparkan tinju, sisi ini tampak jauh lebih halus.
Dua puluh kultivator dari bidang kultivasi yang berbeda dipilih secara acak dari alun-alun dan para pesaing memilih masing-masing sepuluh dari mereka untuk membentuk kelompok.
Setelah membagi kultivator di antara dua pesaing, mereka mulai melakukan pelajaran mereka melalui telepati zhenqi agar tidak saling mengganggu.
Batas waktu adalah satu waktu dupa; kelompok siapa pun yang mengalami tingkat pertumbuhan yang lebih besar selama periode waktu ini akan dianggap sebagai pemenang.
Persaingan semacam ini jauh lebih halus dan tampaknya lebih selaras dengan disposisi seorang guru.
Melihat bahwa akan butuh waktu bagi pemenang untuk diputuskan, Zhang Xuan berbalik untuk melihat ke panggung di mana para pesaing bersaing di Kedalaman Jiwa.
Keduanya masing-masing memegang Batu Wawasan dan tak lama kemudian, angka-angka muncul pada mereka-14,7 dan 14,9. Tentu, pemegang Batu Wawasan kedua yang dianggap sebagai pemenang.
Ini format duel paling sederhana dan paling efisien.
Tetapi tetap saja, Kedalaman Jiwa adalah dasar dari seorang guru master dan kebanyakan orang tidak mau diketahui secara umum. Karena itu, sangat jarang bagi peserta untuk memilih format duel seperti itu.
Dan tak lama kemudian, babak pertama berakhir. Persis seperti yang diduga Zhang Xuan, Song Chao menang.
Dua tahap duel melalui impartasi pengetahuan pun memiliki hasilnya. Orang yang bernasib terbaik mendorong terobosan pada seorang kultivator di antara kelompoknya dalam batas waktu dan meraih kemenangan. Di panggung lain, guru master menang melalui skor evaluasi keseluruhan yang tinggi dan maju ke babak berikutnya.
Di akhir babak pertama, ada beberapa yang merayakan dan pada saat itu, ada juga yang tampak muram. Tetapi acuh tak acuh dengan hasilnya, Guru Master Hong mengumumkan lotre untuk babak berikutnya.
"Untuk babak kedua, akankah para kompetitor yang menarik A3, B3, C3, dan D2 melanjutkan ke panggung …."
B2 dan C2 adalah slot kosong.
Setelah mendengar bahwa itu adalah gilirannya, Zhang Xuan berjalan menuju panggung 'D'.
"Guru Master Zhang … menarik D2? Mengapa aku begitu tak beruntung?"
Melihat Zhang Xuan berjalan keluar dari kerumunan, wajah seorang pemuda tiba-tiba muram dan dia hampir menangis di tempat.
Dia juga menarik D2, yang berarti bahwa dia dipasangkan melawan Dewa Kehancuran ini.
"Sangat disayangkan bahwa kamu dipasangkan dengannya untuk pertandingan pertama …." Mulut teman di sampingnya pun bergerak.
Guru Master Zhang ini telah menunjukkan hasil yang luar biasa sejak awal turnamen, bahkan menghancurkan semua artefak melalui cara yang tak terbayangkan. Jika ada daftar pesaing yang tidak ingin ditandingi seseorang, orang itu pasti akan berada di puncak.
Di panggung saat ini, reputasinya bahkan lebih besar daripada reputasi Luo Xuan.
Dipasangkan dengan orang seperti itu di babak pertama, keberuntungannya memang mengerikan.
"Apa yang harus aku lakukan sekarang? Haruskah aku menyerah? Kalau aku tidak menyerah, apa dia akan … menghancurkanku juga?" Pemuda itu bertanya kepada temannya dengan wajah berkaca-kaca.
Mengingat bagaimana orang itu mencabik-cabik segalanya di hadapannya, pemuda itu benar-benar takut bahwa dia mungkin akan tercabik-cabik jika dia berdiri melawan Dewa Kehancuran itu. Itu hanya sebuah turnamen, dia tidak punya keinginan untuk mati dengan tragis ….
"Uhuk, uhuk, kurasa dia tidak akan melakukannya pada manusia juga!" hibur temannya.
"Tetapi aku juga memikirkan hal yang sama untuk Catur Surgawi …," balas pemuda itu.
"Ini …." Temannya terikat lidah.
Orang itu terlalu menakutkan. Jika dia punya pilihan, dia lebih suka menghadapi Suku Jahat Dunia Lain sekali lagi daripada berdiri melawan orang itu.
Dengan kata lain, tekanan yang dia rasakan dari menghadapi Zhang Xuan bahkan melebihi tekanan dari Suku Jahat Dunia Lain!
"Tidak mudah bagimu untuk mencapai tahap ini, tidak bijaksana untuk menyerah pada titik ini. Jangan khawatir, meskipun Guru Master Zhang luar biasa, dia tidak mungkin sempurna!"
Temannya menepuk pundaknya dan berkata, "Bagaimanapun, Aliansi Kerajaan yang Tak Terhitung bernasib lebih buruk daripada sekte kita di turnamen sebelumnya. Selama kamu mengusulkan format duel yang menguntungkanmu, mungkin masih ada peluang untuk menang. Setelah kamu berhasil, dengan momentum ini, setidaknya kamu pasti akan bisa berjuang untuk delapan besar!"
Setelah beberapa saat merenung, pemuda itu menganggukkan kepalanya.
"Itu … kamu benar!"
Semua orang pasti akan menonton duelnya dengan Zhang Xuan. Jika dia bisa mencapai kemenangan, kepercayaan dirinya tidak hanya akan meningkat, dia juga bisa menanamkan rasa takut pada pesaing lain sebagai orang yang mengalahkan Dewa Kehancuran. Dengan keunggulan ini dibandingkan para pesaingnya, dia mungkin bisa masuk ke sepuluh besar.
Bagaimanapun juga, perang psikologis juga merupakan aspek penting dari duel.
"Baik, untuk kemuliaan!"
Memahami bahwa hanya dengan risiko seseorang dapat mencapai sesuatu yang hebat, pemuda itu menggertakkan gigi dan melangkah maju.
Sementara dia masih ketakutan, sebagai seorang guru master bintang 4, dia masih bisa mendapatkan kembali kondisinya dengan cepat.
"Kalau begitu, mari kita menganalisis kelemahan Guru Master Zhang …."
Melihat pemuda itu mendapatkan kembali semangat juangnya, temannya menganggukkan kepalanya sebagai pujian. "Pada tes pertama, Guru Master Zhang menghancurkan Kota Ilusi Domain Hantu. Ini berarti bahwa Qi Men Dun Jia yang terkandung dalam artefak tidak efektif terhadapnya, mengisyaratkan bahwa dia memiliki kekuatan mental yang luar biasa dan mata kebijaksanaan!"
"Hm!" 
Menemukan kata-kata yang rasional, pemuda itu menganggukkan kepalanya. 
Kota Ilusi Domain Hantu yang hitam pekat dipenuhi dengan makhluk roh dan tanpa penglihatan yang luar biasa, mustahil bagi seseorang untuk menavigasi di dalamnya. Dalam keadaan seperti itu, mustahil bagi seseorang untuk menghancurkannya dengan mudah bahkan jika mereka bermaksud melakukannya!
"Kamu tidak mungkin mengalahkannya dalam aspek itu, jadi … hindari duel apa pun yang menyangkut penglihatan atau kemampuan menilai seseorang."
Pemuda itu menambahkan, "Benar! Jadi, itu berarti identifikasi kelemahan dan bimbingan kultivasi itu mustahil!"
Temannya melanjutkan analisisnya. "Oke. Beranjak ke tes kedua, dia berhasil membujuk Suku Jahat Dunia Lain melalui Impartasi Kehendak Surga. Ini berarti Kedalaman Jiwanya luar biasa …. Karena itu, kamu tidak boleh bersaing dengannya di Kedalaman Jiwa atau impartasi pengetahuan!"
Untuk dapat meyakinkan Suku Jahat Dunia Lain untuk bunuh diri hanya dengan ucapan belaka, ini berarti Kedalaman Jiwa dan penguasaan Impartasi Kehendak Surga pihak lain telah mencapai tingkat yang mencengangkan. Jika pemuda itu bersaing dengan Guru Master Zhang dalam hal ini, kemungkinan adegan dengan Suku Jahat Dunia Lain akan diputar ulang.
Temannya merangkum analisisnya dan memberikan evaluasi terakhirnya.
"Adapun tes ketiga dan tes keempat …. Meskipun sangat sedikit yang bisa dikatakan tentang tes-tes itu, itu menunjukkan bahwa dia memiliki kebijaksanaan dan kecerdasan yang luar biasa. Dengan demikian, ada kemungkinan bahwa pemahamannya tentang kultivasi lebih unggul. Dengan demikian … kesimpulannya, aku pikir kamu harus bersaing dengannya dalam duel fisik!"
"Memang. Apabila aku menantangnya dalam duel fisik, mengingat bahwa dia hanya di alam Yin-Yang tingkat puncak saat aku berada di alam Klarifikasi Kekeruhan tingkat menengah, seharusnya tidak menjadi masalah bagiku untuk menang atas dia!" Mata pemuda itu berbinar saat melihat secercah harapan.
Karena tidak ada cara untuk menang melalui format duel lainnya, yang membuatnya hanya memiliki satu pilihan …. Duel fisik!
Mengingat kultivasinya lebih tinggi daripada pihak lain, dia berada pada posisi yang menguntungkan. 
"Tetapi … dia memiliki kesempatan untuk menolak format duel yang aku usulkan sekali. Bagaimana jika dia melakukannya?" Setelah merayakan sejenak, pemuda itu tiba-tiba memikirkan kemungkinan dan senyumnya jatuh.
Meskipun Aliansi Kerajaan yang Tak Terhitung tidak memiliki suara dalam pemilihan format duel, terutama karena mereka berada di tempat terakhir pada Turnamen Guru Master sebelumnya, para peserta mereka masih berhak untuk menolak format duel yang diusulkan satu kali.
Jika dia mengusulkan duel fisik dan pihak lain tidak setuju untuk itu, bukankah dia akan terbatas pada beberapa format duel lainnya sekali lagi?
Temannya tersenyum. 
"Apa kamu bodoh? Ada banyak jenis duel fisik! Kamu bisa dengan mudah mengusulkan duel tinju dan setelah dia menolaknya, kamu bisa melanjutkan dan mengusulkan duel pedang. Kalau begitu, tidak mungkin dia akan bisa menolakmu. Mengingat bahwa kamu berada di peringkat pertama dalam hal ilmu pedang di sekte kita, tidak mungkin kamu akan kalah darinya dalam duel pedang!"
"Itu benar!" 
Mendapatkan kembali kepercayaan dirinya, mata pemuda itu bersinar sekali lagi. "Terima kasih atas saranmu. Ketika aku mengalahkannya dan melanjutkan ke sepuluh besar, aku pasti akan membalas budi ini. Tunggu kabar kemenanganku!"
Mengatakan itu, dia berjalan ke panggung D dengan senyuman percaya diri di wajahnya.
…. 
"Aku Wu Tianhao dari Sekte Awan Membumbung Tinggi. Aku harap Guru Master Zhang akan membimbingku dengan baik!"
Melangkah ke atas panggung, pemuda itu mengatupkan tinjunya.
"Aliansi Kerajaan yang Tak Terhitung, Zhang Xuan!" Zhang Xuan mengangguk sebagai jawaban. "Boleh aku tahu format duel seperti apa yang telah dipilih Guru Master Wu?"
"Aku ingin menantangmu dalam duel tinju!" Mengikuti saran temannya, sudut bibir Wu Tianhao merayap naik.
"Duel tinju?" Zhang Xuan menganggukkan kepalanya. "Tentu!"
"Kamu tidak setuju? Baik, kita akan …. Ah?"
Wu Tianhao dengan gembira mengoceh ketika dia tiba-tiba menyadari dan membeku. "Apa kamu … menyetujui format duel yang aku usulkan?"
"Ya, aku setuju, kamu mengusulkan duel tinju, 'kan? Mari kita mulai saja!" Zhang Xuan mengangguk.
Sebenarnya, Zhang Xuan bisa tahu apa yang dilakukan pihak lain - itu terlalu jelas! Tetapi bagaimanapun juga, itu sama sekali tidak membuat perbedaan baginya.
"…." Tubuh Wu Tianhao bergoyang lemah.
Mengapa kamu tidak bisa mengikuti akal sehat? Itu curang juga, kamu tahu!
Kamu seharusnya menolak usul awalku sehingga kita bisa melakukan duel pedang ….
Bagaimana bisa kamu menyetujuinya dengan mudah!
Aku kira aku bisa mengalahkanmu dengan ilmu pedangku yang sangat halus, tetapi kamu hanya harus menghancurkan rencanaku ….
Tetapi tidak apa-apa dengan cara ini juga! Meskipun seni tinjuku kurang dibandingkan dengan seni pedangku, itu juga tidak terlalu lemah. Paling-paling, aku hanya harus menggunakan kekuatan penuhku sejak awal. Mari kita lihat bagaimana kamu akan menahannya!
Pihak lain adalah dua alam kultivasi kecil yang lebih lemah daripada dirinya dan lebih jauh, ada perbedaan kualitatif antara alam Yin-Yang dan alam Klarifikasi Kekeruhan juga. Karena itu, Wu Tianhao tidak percaya bahwa Zhang Xuan mungkin bisa memenangkan duel tinju.
"Karena kamu sudah setuju, mari kita mulai!"
Setelah mengambil keputusan, Wu Tianhao menggerakan kultivasinya dan dalam sekejap aura di sekitarnya melonjak. Untuk sesaat, gambar seekor harimau yang agung melangkah keluar dari hutan muncul di benak penonton. Mengepalkan tinjunya dengan erat, dia menyerbu ke depan.


Menyeberang ke dunia yang berbeda, Zhang Xuan menemukan dirinya menjadi guru yang terhormat.										
Seiring dengan masa dimana ia menyeberang ke dunia yang berbeda, perpustakaan misterius muncul dalam pikirannya.										
Selama itu adalah sesuatu yang telah dilihatnya, terlepas dari apakah itu manusia atau objek, sebuah buku tentang kelemahannya akan secara otomatis dirangkum oleh perpustakaan itu.										
Dengan demikian, dia menjadi hebat.										
Kaisar Zhuoyang, mengapa kamu sangat membenci memakai celana dalammu? Sebagai kaisar, tidakkah kamu bisa lebih memperhatikan citramu?										
Peri Linglong, kamu selalu bisa mencariku jika kamu mendapati dirimu tidak bisa tidur di malam hari. Aku ahli dalam nina bobo!										
Dan kamu, Yang Mulia Iblis Qiankun! Bisakah kamu mengurangi bawang putih? Apakah kamu mencoba membunuhku dengan bau itu?										
Ini adalah kisah luar biasa tentang guru dan siswa, merawat dan membimbing para ahli terhebat di dunia!										

Xu Wannian still hadn't recovered from his shock before the launching of the opening ceremony of the National University Martial Arts Competitions, which began with an instrumental performance by the philharmonic orchestra of Songcheng University, followed by the graceful dancing of the young and lively dance company.
"We can sleep for a while after watching the dance." Cai Zongming yawned naturally.
Lou Cheng deliberately made an expression of fear. "At the school's opening ceremony, the principal talked nonsense for over an hour and a half. Think he'd get knocked out if he did the same thing again?"
"I can't tell whether he will be hit today, but he's not the only one who has been talking nonsense. I watched a video a couple days ago about last year's opening ceremony. The chairman of the Martial Arts Federation made a speech that was so long it both remained fresh in my mind and also nearly put me to sleep." Cai Zongming said with a "righteous" look on his face.
Honored guests of the Martial Arts Club of Shanbei University were seated in the front row. Listening to the speech of the president of Songcheng University, Xu Wannian looked weary. He wanted to sleep yet didn't dare to, since it a live telecast.
"He's just going on and on..." a delicate-looking boy with freckles on his face next to him said as his mouth twitched. "Brother Xu, could you use your 'Misfortune Seer' tactic on the old man to make him forget what he was going to say, or lose his notes, or make his blood pressure go up, something like that?"
After a short silence, Xu Wannian sighed. "I want to, but he's too f*cking far away!"
He looked toward Peng Leyun next to him. "In times like this, I admire and worship Junior Brother Peng the most. He can reflect on life and go on a mental journey whether or not there's someone around talking nonsense. I honestly suspect that he just has a supernatural ability to sleep with his eyes open!"
"I also envy Brother Leyun. He can be lost in thought while he is still talking." Another member of the Martial Arts Club echoed the opinion.
"All of you, lower your voices," said the instructor of the Martial Arts Club of Shanbei University sitting in the front row after turning his head. With his hair all white in middle age, he had sunken eyes and an old-fashioned temperament. He was well respected in the Martial Arts Club, so everyone shut their mouths immediately.
Half an hour later, Cai Zongming became drowsy, his eyes glazing over.
"Cheng, we should talk to each other. Otherwise, I will fall asleep and roll down from the steps. If that happened, I'd be a running joke all over the country!"
"I guess the principal may finish his talk soon. There are so many guests today, and every one of them has to say a few words. If the principal takes too long, the opening ceremony won't finish until dawn." Lou Cheng attempted to comfort himself.
The atmosphere that had been created by the music and dance a moment ago had already frozen over.
Lou Cheng had barely finished speaking when the principal abruptly brought his speech to an end, made a salute and got down from the platform. It seemed that the principal was unsatisfied about the time limit of the speech.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
There came a roar of thunderous applause in the gym, practically blowing the roof off the place.
Feeling as if they'd escaped from a great catastrophe, Lou Cheng and Cai Zongming also clapped their hands forcibly, showing their thanks to the principal for his mercy by releasing them from the long-winded speech.
"Next, we shall invite Mr. Fang Jingjue, the Chairman of the National College Martial Arts Federation to give a speech." The host invited the next guest.
"..." With his mouth agape, Cai Zongming said, "Cheng, we'd better talk to each other."
Eyeing the front, Lou Cheng watched the cameras at each position and murmured.
"About what?"
"Do you know about the special competition format for martial arts competitions in teams?" Cai Zongming threw himself into the topic with his heart and soul.
"I don't live under a rock, how could I not know? Under normal circumstances, each party may send three fighters to fight one by one in single combat, during which the winner stays and the loser leaves. The first party to have all three candidates defeated is out of the competition. However, sometimes it's allowed to apply for a special competition format in which all three candidates from each party come on the stage to fight. That way they can fully display all the unique aspects of that certain kind of martial arts." Lou Cheng casually talked about the special competition format, while listening to the unending speech by Chairman Fang Jingjue.
Cai Zongming answered with a smirk, "Then do you know what they say about the special competition format?"
"What?" Lou Cheng became interested.
Cai Zongming grinned. "It is said that during the initial establishment of the Professional Martial Arts Competition, the Xuanwu School went to the leader of the martial arts realm at that time, Master Lin Zhongxun. They said to Master Lin that the competition format was not fair, for their school-based itself on swords formation and was good at the 'Sanyuan Dingguan Swords Array (three-man swords array).' If they were going to fight one by one in single combat, what was to stop the others from taking advantage of their weakness?"
"Ah, that's right! Some schools are better at joint formation than single combat. The ordinary competition format truly is unfair to them," said Lou Cheng.
Cai Zongming replied with a laugh, "Master Lin also thought so. So he formulated a special competition format where if the application was put forth in advance, one school could send three disciples in at the same time to do a set swords formation. The opponent could fight with a three-person formation or have the three substitute fighters together."
"This sounds quite fair, a school poor at formation holds the advantage in number. Why is that so funny?" Lou Cheng gazed at Cai Zongming, puzzled.
Cai Zongming stifled his smile and said, "Hearing this, the Master of Kongtong School couldn't help but go to Master Lin to seek equal treatment. He said to Master Lin that Kongtong School was good at 'Five Directions and Five Elements Formation', and three disciples were far too few to meet the demand."
"Seems to make sense..." Lou Cheng said in hesitation.
Cai Zongming continued. "The Shangqing was beside the Kongtong School, and they couldn't ignore it hearing them talk like this. How else could they suffer such an injustice? 'Master Lin, please show some consideration for the 'Big Dipper Sword Formation' of Shangqing Sect!' What do you think, didn't this put Master Lin in an awkward position?"
"This truly was a specific problem. Master Lin would have to rack his brain to find a more comprehensive competition format..." Lou Cheng said, furrowing his brow.
"At that time, the Buddhist abbot of the Daxing Temple came in. He stared at Master Lin and mentioned the Five Hundred Arhats Formation..." Clapping his hands, Cai Zongming continued, "Well, Master Lin just told them to get out!"
Lou Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter. "That's true. There is nothing in the world that can satisfy everyone."
They seemed to be entirely absorbed in listening to the speech with a smile on their face when they were chatting with each other. Talking and laughing, one guest came up after another. They enjoyed the song and dance in between, waiting until "Light in Still Night" Liang Yifan, came onto the stage.
It was necessary for Yan Zheke and others to take the lead, as the martial arts gym had exploded in the clamor.
This was not only because of the personal charm of Liang Yifan, but also due to the "efforts" made by the guests in the front row!
"I'm not the best speaker, and I know that you all are eager to see the results from the drawing. So at this moment I just want to declare my sincere wish that National University Martial Arts Competitions will be better and better, have a deep lasting impact and provide an opportunity for the youth who had missed training when they were younger!" Liang Yifan said knowingly.
"Great!" Cai Zongming, Xu Wannian and others were amongst the first to applaud. Seeing the smiles of everyone in the gymnasium, one could clearly sense the feeling of warmth amongst the people there.
The projector started and behind Liang Yifan a screen showed up, on which there was the roster for the district contest. However, the fighting competitors were still left blank.
According to the competition format, there would be four groups within this region. The top four participants of the region last year would enter the group competition directly as seeded players, while other schools should enter corresponding groups through two rounds or three rounds of individual competitions. The one who got the left side during drawing lots would enjoy home advantage.
The group competition was carried out in a single cycle, and the home field was determined according to last years results. The top eight would enter the Top Eight Knockout, and the top two Knockout would participate in the national finals as representatives of their region.
The master of ceremonies and the host then put two boxes, a large one and a small one, on the stand in front of Liang Yifan. He drew out the seeded team of each group from the small box.
"Group A," Stretching his hand inside, Liang Yifan took out a piece of paper, then unfolded it and said out loud, "Shannan University Martial Arts Club."
They had gotten third place last year.
"Group B... Shanbei University Martial Arts Club!" Liang Yifan didn't skip a beat as the coaches in the gym stared at each other in dismay; the other participants on group B could only fight for second place.
"Group C... Sanjiang College... Group D... Haiyuan School." After drawing the seeded player of each group, Liang Yifan made a bow with his hands folded in front and left the platform, while the other guests continued to draw for the teams in each knockout.
Lou Cheng's heart was in his throat, and he realized that he already cared about the honor of the Martial Arts Club.
The fact that Songcheng University Martial Arts Club was not among the Knockouts of Group A made him somewhat regretful. Compared to Shanbei and Sanjiang, the other two martial arts clubs were not so scary.
"Group B, the third Knockout, Home Field..." Drawing out the paper, the guest spoke out, "Songcheng University Martial Arts Club!"
"Holy shit! Turns out to the most difficult group..." Lou Cheng felt a little depressed.
"No big deal, perhaps the other opponents were weak? It's OK if we can make second place." Cai Zongming always looked on the bright side of things.
The guest then drew out the opponent for Songcheng University - Neihai Normal School.
"That's okay." Lou Cheng breathed a heavy sigh of relief as Neihai Normal School was known as a weak team.
As the opponent for the second round of Knockouts would come from Qin Yang and the other weak school, the odds would favor Songcheng to enter the group competition.
When the drawing was finished, it was already late into the night. After coming back to their dorms, they were all too exhausted to pay attention to the news and went to sleep one after the other.
The next day, Lou Cheng returned to the dorm in the afternoon. He searched for news about the opening ceremony of the National University Martial Arts Competitions. Everyone was still following everything quite closely due to Liang Yifan attending.
In the Longhu Club forum, Lou Cheng found some posts below the front page where there were video news and a featured program made by Songcheng TV Station.
"Featured program?" Without reading the comments below, Lou Cheng skimmed one time through the news video and set his mind at rest after verifying there was no footage of him and Cai Zongming chatting and laughing. However, when he clicked the feature program of Songcheng TV Station, he caught sight of his own face!
"Very excited and thrilled. Umm, I'm really honored," said dimwittedly, with an idiotic smile on his face.
That was the time they were interviewed as onlookers outside the Martial Arts Club during the orientation conducted inside... Recalling past events, Lou Cheng opened the door of his dorm and shouted toward the opposite side. "Talker! Little Ming! Come and watch this, we're on the TV!"
Originally, when the interview had finished, they'd both eagerly looked forward to seeing their faces on TV, and would watch the Songcheng TV Station now and then. However, they never saw their faces and soon forgot about it. Who'd have known that this interview was part of the program? They hadn't thought it wouldn't be broadcast until the opening ceremony of the martial arts competitions.
"Really?" Cai Zongming came in and asked Lou Cheng to play it back. "Whew! Nice! I've got a handsome smile, not like a certain someone who seems clumsy and dumbfounded. Let's take a look at the comments, any words of praise for me?"


Here martial arts are no longer intangible legends. They have been passed on from generation to generation and from century to century. After the confrontation with science and technology, they have completely integrated into modern society and all kinds of martial arts competitions are taking place across the country as superiority among scholars are hard to reach a consensus but not as difficult among martial artists!
Lou Cheng has inherited the lost skills of the greatest martial arts sect. Towards his original dream and the glory in his heart, he advances step by step, becoming the warrior of this modern city and the hero of the era!

Sewaktu dua orang peserta itu berjalan ke pentas, Hong shi telah mendesak peserta tiga sektor lain untuk pergi juga.
Guru sarjana yang mempunyai nombor B1, C1 dan D1 juga telah pergi ke pentas mereka.
Selepas itu, mereka mula membincangkan isi kandungan perlawanan mereka.
Tentang ini, Hong shi tidak akan mencelah.
Tidak lama kemudian, mereka telah habis membuat pilihan mereka.
Daripada empat pentas di situ, dua telah memilih untuk perkongsian ilmu, satu telah memilih Kedalaman Jiwa dan satu lagi telah memilih perlawanan tinju.
Sebuah pertandingan dalam kalangan guru sarjana tidak merangkumi kebolehan tinju mereka sahaja, tetapi kebolehan mereka dalam pekerjaan sampingan mereka juga seperti Kedalaman Roh, Perkongsian Niat Syurga, perkongsian ilmu, dan banyak lagi. Jika ia sekadar perlawanan biasa, sudah pasti tidak perlu untuk membuat acara ini sebegitu besar.
Oleh itu, biasanya hanya sedikit sahaja guru sarjana akan memilih untuk bertanding perlawanan tinju.
"Jadi, inilah Pertandingan Guru Sarjana!" Zhang Xuan melihat dengan penuh kekaguman.
Pusingan sebelum ini hanya untuk menyingkirkan peserta yang kurang berkemampuan dan apa berlaku di depannya sekarang merupakan perlawanan antara guru sarjana sebenar.
Inilah Pertandingan Guru Sarjana yang sebenar.
Selepas melihat empat pentas di situ, Zhang Xuan akhirnya menjumpai muka seseorang yang dia kenali.
Song Chao!
Walaupun pusingan pemilihan ini tidak senang, dia seakan-akan telah mengecapi keputusan yang baik dan daripada itu maju ke pusingan perlawanan.
Orang yang dia akan berhadapan nanti merupakan seorang daripada sebuah mazhab. Walaupun orang itu mempunyai pertapaan yang sama dengan Song Chao, dia telah mendapat keputusan tidak begitu baik dalam pusingan sebelum ini. Apabila mengetahui yang ia tidak mungkin untuknya menang dari segi lain, dia telah mengambil kesempatan dalam peraturan ini dan mencadangkan perlawanan tinju sahaja.
"Bermula!"
Gong itu menunjukkan perlawanan itu sudah bermula dan orang itu dengan segera memecut ke arah Song Chao.
Selepas bertukar beberapa serangan, angin mula menghembus ke sekeliling. Kerana mereka berdua mempunyai pertapaan di alam yang sama, perlawanan itu seri sahaja dan sukar untuk mendapat tahu siapa yang akan menang.
Walaupun pentas itu tidak begitu besar, terdapat formasi di atasnya. Mustahil untuk mereka berdua memecahkan formasi itu dengan pertapaan mereka sekarang jadi mereka boleh berlawan dengan sepuas-puasnya tanpa perlu risau tentang orang di luar.
"Nampaknya… Song Chao akan maju ke pusingan seterusnya!"
Selepas melihat pertandingan tersebut untuk seketika, Zhang Xuan telah meneka yang Song Chao akan menang.
Walaupun mereka berdua itu seri sahaja, pergerakan Song Chao lebih lentur dan berwaspada, nampaknya dia hanya menunggu masa sahaja untuk memberikan serangan terakhir.
Selagi pihak lawannya menunjukkan sebarang pembukaan, Song Chao akan mengambil peluang itu dan mengalahkannya terus.
Apabila mengetahui besar kemungkinan yang inilah kesimpulannya, Zhang Xuan berpaling untuk melihat pentas lain yang menjalankan pertandingan berasaskan perkongsian ilmu.
Berbanding pentas Song Chao yang mengalirkan zhenqi dan mengayun penumbuk mereka antara satu sama lain, pentas itu kelihatan lebih anggun.
Dua puluh pertapa dengan alam pertapaan berbeza telah dipilih dan para pesaing akan memilih sepuluh daripada mereka untuk menubuhkan sebuah kumpulan.
Selepas membahagikan para pertapa kepada dua kumpulan, mereka mula menjalankan kelas mereka melalui telepati zhenqi supaya tidak saling mengganggu.
Had masanya merupakan secolok masa. Kumpulan dengan kemajuan yang lebih tinggi dalam jangka masa ini akan dikira sebagai pemenang.
Pertandingan jenis ini jauh lebih anggun dan ia lebih selari dengan kedudukan seorang sebagai seorang guru sarjana.
Selepas mendapat tahu ia akan mengambil masa untuk pemenang dipilih, Zhang Xuan berpaling melihat pertandingan yang sedang bertanding Kedalaman Jiwa.
Mereka berdua memegang sebuah Batu Pencerahan dan tidak lama kemudian, nombor mula muncul padanya, 14.7 dan 14.9. Sudah pasti, pencabar dengan nombor lebih tinggi akan dikira sebagai pemenang.
Ini format perlawanan paling senang dan cepat.
Namun, Kedalaman Jiwa itu merupakan asas seorang guru sarjana dan ramai orang tidak akan sanggup mendedahkannya. Oleh itu, jarang untuk orang memilih format perlawanan ini.
Tidak lama kemudian, pusingan pertama sudah berakhir dan sama seperti apa yang Zhang Xuan agak tadi, Song Chao telah menang.
Dua pentas dengan perlawanan beransur perkongsian ilmu juga telah habis. Si pemenang merupakan kumpulan dengan ahli yang paling banyak mencapai kemajuan. Di pentas satu lagi, guru sarjana yang telah mendapat keputusan paling tinggi telah maju ke pusingan seterusnya.
Pada pengakhir pusingan pertama, ada yang telah meraikan kemenangan mereka dan pada masa yang sama ada juga yang muram. Tanpa sebarang perasaan tentang keputusan itu, Hong shi mengumumkan giliran untuk pusingan seterusnya.
"Untuk pusingan kedua, pencabar dengan nombor A3, B3, C3 dan D2, sila pergi ke pentas…"
B2 dan C2 juga merupakan tempat kosong.
Selepas mendengar ia sudah tiba gilirannya, Zhang Xuan berjalan ke pentas D.
"Zhang shi… telah dapat D2? Kenapalah saya begitu malang?"
Apabila melihat Zhang Xuan berjalan naik dari kalangan penonton, muka lelaki muda tersebut dengan segera bertukar menjadi gelap dan dia hampir menangis di situ juga.
Dia juga telah mendapat nombor D2 dan ini bermaksud dia akan berdepan dengan Tuhan Kemusnahan.
"Ia betul-betul malang untuk kamu dipasangkan dengannya pada pusingan pertama…" Mulut kawannya juga berkerut sambil dia berkata.
Zhang shi telah menunjukkan keputusan yang menakjubkan dari permulaan pertandingan ini lagi, sehingga menghancurkan semua artifak dengan kaedah pelik. Jika ada senarai orang yang dia tidak ingin berhadapan, orang ini boleh dikatakan nombor satu!
Di pentas itu sekarang, reputasinya boleh dikatakan lebih daripada Luo Xuan.
Untuk dipasangkan dengan orang ini dalam pusingan pertama, nasibnya betul-betul terlalu malang.
"Apa saya patut buat sekarang? Adakah saya patut mengaku kalah sahaja? Jika tak… adakah dia akan… menghancurkan saya juga?" Pemuda tersebut bertanya kepada kawannya dengan muka takut.
Apabila melihat bagaimana orang ini telah memusnahkan semua benda yang dia sentuh, pemuda ini takut yang si Zhang shi ini akan menghancurkannya menjadi ribuan cebisan juga jika dia berhadapan dengan Tuhan Kemusnahan. Ia hanya sebuah pertandingan sahaja jadi dia tidak mempunyai minat untuk mati dengan begitu kasihan sekali…
"Kof kof, saya rasa dia tak akan keterlaluan sehingga membunuh orang!" Rakannya cuba memujuknya.
"Tetapi saya memikirkan perkara yang sama tentang Catur Kayangan juga…" Pemuda itu membalas.
"Ini…" Kawannya itu tidak tahu untuk berkata apa lagi.
Orang ini terlalu menggerunkan. Jika dia mempunyai pilihan, sudah pasti dia lebih rela berhadapan dengan Iblis Dunia Luar sekali lagi daripada berlawan dengan orang ini.
Erti kata lain, tekanan yang dia rasai daripada Zhang Xuan jauh melepasi tekanan daripada Iblis Dunia Luar sebelum ini!
"Ia tak mudah untuk kamu sampai ke peringkat ini, jadi tak baik untuk kamu menyerah kalah begitu sahaja. Jangan risau,walaupun Zhang shi hebat, dia bukannya tuhan!"
Kawannya menepuk bahunya dan berkata, "Tak kira apapun, Persekutuan Beribu Empayar telah mendapat keputusan lebih teruk dari mazhab kita dalam pertandingan lepas. Selagi kamu mencadangkan format pertandingan yang bermanfaat kepada kamu, masih akan ada peluang untuk kamu menang. Selepas kamu berjaya, sudah pasti kamu akan dapat mencapai tempat lapan teratas!"
Selepas berfikir untuk seketika, lelaki muda itu mengangguk kepalanya.
"Kamu… betul juga!"
Semua orang sudah pasti akan melihat perlawanan si Zhang Xuan ini. Jika dia dapat mencapai kemenangan, bukan sahaja keyakinan dirinya akan bertambah besar, malah dia juga akan dapat membuat semua pencabar lain takut padanya kerana dia telah mengalahkan Tuhan Kemusnahan. Dengan peluang sebegini, dia mungkin akan dapat mendapat tempat sepuluh teratas.
Lagipun, peperangan psikologi ini juga sebahagian daripada pertandingan juga.
"Baiklah! Untuk kemenangan!"
Apabila mengetahui hanya melalui risiko seseorang itu akan dapat mengecapi kegemilangan, lelaki muda tersebut mengetap giginya dan melangkah ke hadapan.
Walaupun dia takut, dia masih seorang guru sarjana 4 bintang jadi dia masih dapat menenangkan dirinya dengan cepat.
"Mari kita menganalisa kelemahan Zhang shi…"
Memandangkan lelaki muda ini telah pulih semangat lawannya, kawannya mengangguk kepalanya dalam kepuasan. "Dalam ujian pertama, Zhang Xuan telah menghancurkan Bandar Ilusi Kekuasaan Penunggu. Ini bermaksud Jia Tersembunyi Pintu-pintu Mistik di dalam artifak itu tidak berkesan padanya dan menunjukkan yang dia mempunyai ketahanan minda kental dan mata menganalisa yang menggerunkan!"
"Un!"
Pemuda tersebut mengangguk kepalanya kerana mendapati apa yang dia dengar itu munasabah.
Bandar Ilusi Kekuasaan Penunggu itu dipenuhi makhluk roh dan tanpa mata menganalisa yang hebat, ia akan mustahil untuk seseorang mendapat tahu lokasinya semasa di dalamnya. Oleh itu, mustahil untuknya menghancurkannya dengan begitu senang sekalipun dia inginkannya!
"Kamu tak mungkin dapat mengalahkannya dalam aspek ini, jadi… elak daripada perlawanan yang berkaitan dengan mata menganalisa."
Pemuda itu menambah, "Baiklah! Jadi ini bermaksud pencarian kelemahan dan pemberian pencerahan itu tak boleh!"
Kawannya sambung dengan analisanya. "Baik. Seterusnya, ujian kedua, dia telah memujuk Iblis Dunia Luar melalui Perkongsian Niat Syurganya. Ini bermaksud Kedalaman Jiwanya itu mesti hebat… oleh itu, jangan berlawan dengannya dari segi Kedalaman Jiwa dan perkongsian ilmu!"
Untuk mampu membuat Iblis Dunia Luar membunuh diri dengan hanya beberapa patah, ini bermaksud Kedalaman Jiwa dan kemahirannya dalam Perkongsian Niat Syurga telah mencapai tahap yang menggerunkan. Jika orang ini mencabar Zhang Xuan dari segi ini, sudah pasti apa yang berlaku dengan Iblis Dunia Luar akan berulang di sini.
Kawannya membuat kesimpulan pada analisanya dan memberikan penilaian terakhirnya.
"Untuk ujian ketiga dan keempat… walaupun tak banyak yang boleh dikatakan tentangnya, ia menunjukkan yang dia mempunyai kecerdikan dan ilmu yang luas. Oleh itu, pemahamannya tentang pertapaan juga mesti lebih hebat. Daripada ini… saya rasa kamu boleh bertanding dengannya dari segi tinju sahaja!"
"Betul! Jika saya mencabarnya dalam perlawanan tinju, setelah melihat bagaimana dia hanya di alam Yin Yang tahap puncak sahaja dan saya berada di alam Pencerahan Keruh tahap sederhana, ia tidak akan menjadi masalah untuk saya menang!" Mata pemuda tersebut mula berkelip apabila dia ternampak sinaran harapannya.
Memandangkan tiada cara lain untuknya menang dari segi format perlawanan, dia hanya ada satu pilihan sahaja… perlawanan fizikal!
Apabila mengetahui pertapaannya jauh lebih tinggi daripadanya, dia mempunyai kelebihan dalam perlawanan format sebegini.
"Tetapi… dia ada peluang untuk menolak. Apa yang saya nak buat jika dia menolak?" Selepas meraikan harapan itu untuk seketika, pemuda tersebut tiba-tiba terfikir perkara tersebut dan senyumannya menjadi muram.
Walaupun Persekutuan Beribu Empayar tidak dapat mencadangkan format perlawanan kerana mendapat tempat terakhir dalam Pertandingan Guru Sarjana lepas, peserta mereka masih mempunyai peluang untuk menolak cadangan mereka sekali.
Jika dia mencadangkan perlawanan fizikal dan dia tidak bersetuju, dia akan terhad kepada format perlawanan sebelum ini kan?
Kawannya tersenyum.
"Kamu ini bodoh ke? Terdapat pelbagai jenis perlawanan fizikal! Kamu boleh sahaja mencadangkan perlawanan tempur tanpa senjata dan selepas dia menolak, kamu mencadangkan perlawanan menggunakan pedang. Tak mungkin dia akan dapat menolak selepas itu. Setelah mengetahui yang kamu berkedudukan nombor satu dalam mazhab kita dari segi seni pedang, tak mungkin kamu akan kalah padanya dalam perlawanan pedang kan!"
"Betul juga!"
Selepas mendapatkan keyakinannya semula, mata pemuda tersebut mula bersinar sekali lagi. "Terima kasih atas cadangan kamu. Apabila saya mengalahkannya dan mencapai tempat sepuluh teratas, sudah pasti saya akan bayar balik budi baik kamu. Tunggulah berita kemenangan saya!"
Selepas berkata demikian, dia berjalan ke pentas D dengan senyuman keyakinan pada mukanya.
…
"Saya Wu Tianhao dari Mazhab Awan Mencakar. Selamat bertemu Zhang shi!"
Pemuda tersebut memberi genggaman hormat selepas naik ke pentas tersebut.
"Persekutuan Beribu Empayar, Zhang Xuan!" Zhang Xuan mengangguk kepalanya sambil membalas. "Boleh saya tahu format perlawanan pilihan Wu shi?"
"Saya ingin mencabar kamu dalam seni penumbuk!" Apabila mengikuti cadangan kawannya, tepi mulut Wu Tianhao bertukar menjadi senyuman.
"Perlawanan seni penumbuk?" Zhang Xuan mengangguk kepalanya. "Baiklah!"
"Kamu tak setuju? Baiklah, kita boleh…eh?"
Wu Tianhao masih penuh dengan keterujaan semasa dia bercakap apabila dia tiba-tiba perasan apa yang Zhang shi katakan. "Kamu cakap… kamu setuju kepada format perlawanan kita ke?"
"Ya, kamu mencadangkan perlawanan seni penumbuk kan? Baiklah, mari kita mulakan!" Zhang Xuan mengangguk kepalanya.
Secara jujurnya, Zhang Xuan dapat tahu apa yang orang ini cuba lakukan dan ia terlalu terang! Ia tidak membuat sebarang perbezaan pun untuknya.
"…" Badan Wu Tianhao terhuyung-hayang dengan lemah.
Kamu ini tidak boleh berkelakuan seperti orang biasa ke? Itu main tipu tahu tak!
Kamu sepatutnya menolak cadangan asal saya supaya kita sambung dengan perlawanan seni pedang…
Bagaimana pula kamu boleh menerimanya dengan begitu rela!?
Saya masih sedang fikir saya akan dapat mengalahkan kamu dengan seni pedang bayangan saya tetapi perlu sangat ke kamu hancurkan rancangan saya…
Tetapi ini baik juga! Walaupun seni penumbuk saya tidak dapat dibandingkan dengan seni pedang saya, ia tidak lemah juga. Paling teruk pun, saya akan menggunakan kekuatan penuh saya dari permulaan lagi. Mari kita lihat bagaimana kamu akan menanganinya!
Zhang Xuan ini berada di dua tahap pertapaan kecil lebih lemah daripadanya dan terdapat perbezaan ketara antara seorang di alam Yin Yang dengan seorang di alam Pencerahan Keruh. Oleh itu, Wu Tianhao tidak percaya yang Zhang Xuan akan dapat mengalahkannya dalam sebuah perlawanan fizikal.
"Memandangkan kamu sudah bersetuju, mari kita mulakan!"
Selepas membuat keputusannya, Wu Tianhao mengalirkan zhenqinya dan pada saat itu juga, aura di sekelilingnya mula menjadi marak. Pada saat itu, sebuah harimau ganas seakan-akan telah melangkah keluar dari hutan. Wu Tianhao menggenggam penumbuknya dengan erat dan mula memecut ke hadapan.


Zhang Xuan mengembara ke dunia asing dan mendapati dia ialah seorang guru yang mulia di dunia tersebut.
Bersama dengan pengembaraan itu, satu perpustakaan misteri muncul dalam.
Asalkan ia sesuatu yang dia pernah lihat, tidak kira manusia ataupun objek, kelemahannya akan dirumuskan menjadi sebuah buku terkumpul di dalam perpustakaan itu.
Oleh itu, dia menjadi seseorang yang digeruni ramai. 
"Maharaja Haotian, kenapa kamu tidak suka memakai seluar dalam? Selaku maharaja, boleh tak kamu memberi perhatian kepada imej kamu?"
"Pari-pari Linglong, kamu boleh datang jumpa dengan saya kalau kamu tak boleh tidur. Saya pakar lagu tidur!"
"Dan kamu, Raja Iblis Qiankun, boleh kurang makan bawang puith? Kamu nak bunuh saya dengan bau busuk itu?"
Ini satu cerita epik tentang hubungan antara guru dengan anak muridnya, melatih dan memberi panduan kepada pakar terhandal dunia!

The first thing we are going to do in this tutorial is set up our python file.

Firstly you will need to open your IDE and create a new .py file. After this is done you will have to add your imports.

Lets start by adding the discord import by typing import discord in your code and then typing from discord.ext import commands.

# Start of code
import discord
from discord.ext import commands
# End of code

After discord.py has been imported along with the commands section we will need to set up our bot on discord

To start with, go to https://discordapp.com/developers/applications/ and log in. After this has been done press the new application button and name it whatever you would like to. After this has been done go to the side bar on the page and click Bots and then Add Bot under build a bot. After you have clicked this you will need to press Yes, do it! After this you can configure your bot to look however you want it to but, if you do not wish to do this you can just copy the token of the bot. And set it up as a variable in your code (A variable is a bunch of characters  that can store data such as letters or numbers inside it).

# Start of code
import discord
from discord.ext import commands

token = "Put your token here"

client = commands.Bot(command_prefix='!', case_insensitive=True)
# End of code

You may notice that a client variable has been set up as well as a token one. This variable is used to do pretty much everything with our bot such as send messages and get channels.

The next thing we need to do is remove the default help command that discord.py auto generates by adding client.remove_command('help') to our code like this.

# Start of code
import discord
from discord.ext import commands

token = "Put your token here"

client = commands.Bot(command_prefix='!', case_insensitive=True)

client.remove_command('help')
# End of code

Next we will finally add our on_join function by doing this.

@client.event
async def on_member_join(member):

    channel = discord.utils.get(member.server.channels, name="put channel name here", type=discord.ChannelType.text)

    await client.send_message(channel, "Welcome to The Undead Legion {}, hope you're enjoying the novel!".format(member.mention))


Inside this bit of code we have used a {} to tell Python where to put the things we are formatting our sentence with inside the .format().

After this your code should look like this.

# Start of code
import discord
from discord.ext import commands

token = "Put your token here"

client = commands.Bot(command_prefix='!', case_insensitive=True)

client.remove_command('help')


@client.event
async def on_member_join(member):

    channel = discord.utils.get(member.server.channels, name="put channel name here", type=discord.ChannelType.text)

    await client.send_message(channel, "Welcome to The Undead Legion {}, hope you're enjoying the novel!".format(member.mention))

# End of code

Next in the code we will need to make our bot run, to do this we will need to add a tiny piece of code, this code is client.run(token)

# Start of code
import discord
from discord.ext import commands

token = "Put your token here"

client = commands.Bot(command_prefix='!', case_insensitive=True)

client.remove_command('help')


@client.event
async def on_member_join(member):

    channel = discord.utils.get(member.server.channels, name="put channel name here", type=discord.ChannelType.text)

    await client.send_message(channel, "Welcome to The Undead Legion {}, hope you're enjoying the novel!".format(member.mention))

client.run(token)

# End of code

Have you ever thought to yourself, Hmmm, this authors discord has a terrible bot. If you have then great this is the tutorial for you! Now instead of sitting there questioning their life choices you can save them from having boring and repetitive bots.

If you haven't thought that this book is also for you, because it lets you learn something new!

Either way, you should check this book out.

This is a quick and moderately easy guide on how to make discord bots like ROTUL's Undead Manager bot.

WARNING:

This tutorial is based on the windows operating system and may not work on others.

I am not interested in writing this all of the time and chapters will only be released when I have the time to do so.

The furor of the crowd in the coliseum had reached an unprecedented level. All the seats were filled. Even the stand for important characters such as politicians and CEOs were completely occupied.
When they looked below and saw the emerging Engage fighters, the excitement instantly rose by another level.
"Here they are everyone, the returning champions from last season, Team Proelius!"
'Cheer!'
"Oh my god, look at that red Armis! Who is that!?"
"Wow, that Armis looks incredible! Who's wearing it!? Is it the team captain!?"
"No no see, Captain Himiya is at the front, while that red Armis is beside the Ace's Armis, God's Code!"
"Must be a new unique model! I'm not seeing any info on it on my communicator!"
"They'll probably update it the minute it's announced! Give it time!"
The cheers of the audience were deafening, and this put a smile on the face of Cexi Faricee, "I have news for everyone here as well!"
Hearing the floating platform that enhanced Faricee's voice, everyone quieted down to hear what she had to say, "Team Proelius has initiated a Wild Card Play, and the Wild Card this time is…" She paused up to here to build the suspense.
Everyone waited at the edge of their seats. They wished they could fly up to the platform and ripped the words from Faricee's mouth.
What was a Wild Card Play? It was one of the riskiest applications to ever be employed in a sequence.
The numbers of times it had been successfully executed, bringing a team to victory, could be counted on one's hand.
Even if you had brought someone undeniably strong to a team, once the cohesive factor of the team is put at risk, then this usually results in a loss.
After all, a single player can't win a sequence, and now, one of the most powerful and domineering Teams enacted such a play!
Who was this other team that they could force Team Proelius's hand to such an extent, and just who was Wild Card!?
Feeling that she tortured them enough, Faricee took a deep breath and declared, "The Wild Card wearing an Armis in memory known as Phoenix Memory is Magenai Tamashi, team captain of team Reiger of Perbia Academy!"
"What!?"
A bomb went off amidst the stands of the audience!
Who was Magenai Tamashi!? Only the captain, the very leader of the Team Reiger. The sworn rivals of Team Proelius!
That very same legendary captain, the only one that could ever fight and take down, more than once, the Savage One, was now side by side with him!? What did this mean!? 
Faricee waited until the fans were able to regain at least some of their senses before she introduced the opposing team.
"And now everyone, the dark horse that rampaged all the way to the championship. Crushing all opposition that came their way, stomping beneath their feet all the giants that defined this competition before them, Erebus's Pegasus!"
The stark contrast regarding support was overwhelmingly apparent regarding this new team. They all stepped out under the curious gaze of everyone.
They walked out in pitch-black Armis' with an overbearing swagger and a gaze that held everyone here in contempt. Needless to say, they were not well received by the masses.
"Crush them!"
"Dark horse!? Well, kick em off their high horse!"
"That doesn't make any sense, but I'm rooting right alongside ya!"
The members didn't seem affected by the crowd's first impression of them. What person cares for the ants that crawl below their feet?
They only stared ahead at the team before them, more specifically at the Armis known as God's Code.
He was their aim. It was not to only fight this person, but to end him!
Faricee loved how she was riding the crowd, and now to put the last piece of news in the air before the sequence engaged.
That was how you announced, you give the crowd the info a morsel at a time; you let them savour it.
"Okay everyone, by the unanimous decision of the teams, we will have this sequence in a Dual Duel format!"
Just when you thought the crowd couldn't get more heated, they did the impossible. The coliseum was practically shaking from the mass's inability to control themselves.
Though no one could blame them, even the fans at home who were watching the televised event could not contain themselves.
Dual Duel was a battle format that was rarely employed. Simply put, it was where two fighters fought side by side against two from the opposing team.
It was grossly under-used because most teams preferred the one-on-one format or even the battle royale format that was the staple format whenever Perbia Academy and Cendo Academy butt heads.
When Cendo Academy got the dual duel format request, honestly speaking, it rattled them. It's not that they didn't do it before, they did, it's just that. The level of teamwork required to pull it off was extremely demanding, and not just any team could do it.
Though it was rarely used, it didn't stop this format from being a fan favourite. It wasn't as long or as drawn out as the one-on-one, nor was it as messy and all over the place as a battle royale.
Somewhere really high…
"It's finally about to start."
Takeshi gazed at the arena that was rising from an opening in the ground.
"Hmph!"
"What's wrong with you?" Takeshi's expression scrunched up from 9 parts annoyance and 1 part curiosity. After spending so much time with Vizio, how could he not know when she's displeased.
"Why are we always so high? What are you, batma-"
"I like a good vantage point and today it's even more so necessary," Takeshi said, cutting her off.
Though what he said made sense, Vizio still pouted in indignation.
"Honestly, you're like a child at times," seeing that he was getting nowhere with her, he diverted his attention back to the arena that fully formed in the distance.
His gaze immediately became severe as he waited, for what must come will come.
…
In another S-Class Luxury booth…
"So that's the Armis that Red Creep created, huh?"
"I'll admit, it looks pretty impressive, Then again, anything composed entirely of attobots is worthy of praise, but that has played its role in bringing him to where he is now, so that is neither here nor there."
"What do you think about it, sir?"
A few people inside commented while staring at the enormous screen before them.
One in person particular sat in an extravagant manner on one of the many chairs as he swished a glass of wine in his hand.
Who else could it be but Ab'hig Eediatt? However, Eediatt didn't hear his subordinate's question. He continued to stare at the screen that displayed Phoenix Memory, or more specifically, the energy source affixed to the back with a rarely seen air of foreboding.
There was a rumour from long ago about an energy that resided across the eons. Eediatt didn't know why this old theory, a foolish myth, popped up in his head all of a sudden.
Among the S-Class Digium, his area of expertise was energy. This was why he was especially sensitive to power sources and why he attempted to recruit Gero that one time as well, "He couldn't have done it, could he?" His thoughts were making countless calculations.
"Sir?" The subordinate called out again after failing to get a response from Eediatt.
The latter suddenly returned to the present under the continuous beckoning of the A-Class Digium in his midst.
"Huh? Y-Yeah, sorry my mind was just somewhere," Eediatt said, waving his hand to focus on the sequence about to take place.
"Sir, you're not worried about Red Creep are you?" the subordinate asked, seeing Eediatt's earlier absent mindedness.
Downing the wine in his glass, Eediatt didn't respond. It was not because he was afraid of losing; the possibility was much too slim in his eyes. Red Creep had to bridge the gap between heaven and the earth before he was even qualified to say he was coming for his seat.
…
"All right everyone, I kept you waiting for too long. I declare that this duel dual sequence locked!"
And just like that, Engage was now underway. In front of them was a massive arena made of an unknown material, most likely the accumulation of a digium's hard work.
After all, Engage was the perfect for many digium to advertise the effects of their inventions and innovations.
As the first four fighters stepped on stage, key points around the terrain where the arena stood, lit up with a starlike glimmer.
Shortly after, beams of light fired from those points where they met in the air. The collision of these beams didn't result in a conflict.
As a matter of fact, they melded together before a thin field of light stretched from these lines, spreading all over the terrain and the arena as well.
As the force field closed up, Faricee prompted the platform to rise, narrowly escaping the closure.
Her face evinced fright. What would happen to her if it trapped her in the arena with those monsters!?
The last 'Engage Sequence' ended up with something of a mini nuke going off in the middle of the terrain, and now Magenai Tamashi was back with an even stronger looking Armis.
It would be strange if the Academy didn't take steps to defend against this since nuclear Gandhi over there was present.
After Faricee finally calmed down, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Fighters engage!"

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In the year 3031, technological advancements had moved forward by leaps and bounds. Humans, as always, are revelling in their achievements. However, what if, in this world that we live in, there were humans farther along the evolutionary path? Watching us, living among us, possessing abilities that were near god like in their display, power that posed a danger to those that wield it. Taliums are the names given to these gifted ones. They are policed, observed and recruited under the watchful eyes of The Organization.

Yet as the emergence of Taliums are kept under wraps by the enormous influence of The Organization, it serves another purpose. Locating, containing and destroying the Blites, , monstrous beasts that exist in this world. The one thing able to truly harm a Talium. They are a danger shrouded in mystery. Where did they come from, is there a greater danger on the horizon? If so, what is their purpose, what is their goal?

Kia, Lanzo and Gero are social outcasts among their peers, until they find themselves thrust in this group hidden from the public eye. But just when they think that this is where they belong, they learn that even here they are beyond the extraordinary. Why?

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The next day, 19/03/18, Tuesday..
Pst! Remember the truth and dare game? Don't forget that Lyn has yet to do her dare!
...

 So from last night, Lyn couldn't stop thinking about Devon's text; '..let's just see how close it takes for us to be..' and she blushed the more she thought about it, completely forgetting about her dare.
However, her blissful moments did not last long, for soon, Devon reminded her of her dare and being fair, he will of course make Lyn complete her dare too.

"Hey remember the dare you're supposed to do?"

The moment Devon mentioned 'the dare', Lyn's face fell. To think she had actually forgotten about it and only thought of what Devon meant by his text..
Ahhh Lyn you're so dumb! 

"uhh what's my dare again?" She did not really remember it for she was so afraid of her secret and curse that time that she paid no attention to the dare. Yet, she had a bad feeling about it..

"You have to shout [I'M A CRAZY LUNATIC THAT IS IN LOVE WITH DEVON!] "

Devon's mouth curved upwards as he answered. If you actually remembered, the initial dare was to shout 'I'm a crazy lunatic that is in love with Greggy's hair' but seeing that Lyn had no recollection of her dare, Devon decided to changed it to his name. 
I mean, who wouldn't like hearing someone confessing their love to you?
Be it a forced or sincere one, Devon still felt good at the thought having Lyn let the whole world know that she is in love with him. After all, if you're gonna wait for a sincere confession, it's very likely that you could die waiting for it and not even get a single confession like this for such confessions takes a lot of courage. Without a little push like a dare, it's extremely difficult to hear a confession from someone, much less to shout out loud.

wh..what? Did I actually agreed to this? Lyn had a weird feeling when she heard the dare she was supposed to do. It sounds wrongly right but also rightly wrong yet, she don't know what was wrong. Poor Lyn! Just how many times did she get tricked by Devon?

"Why are u hesitating? I already did my dare and truth so you should do it too!" Devon sounded like she was trying to make him do all the truth and dare yet get away with it during her turn, making Lyn feel bad as she did harbour such intentions.

Yet, his words also gave Lyn a further push to having the courage to do the dare. 

Taking a deep breathe, Lyn shouted "I-I'm a crazy lunatic...that is..
she gulped before finishing the hardest words
..in love with Devon!" By the time she finished her dare, buckets of sweats were rolling down her forehead. Devon, on the other hand, was pleased with everyone's reaction.
The whole class, with the exception of Devon, looked at her like they couldn't believe what Lyn just said when they heard her sudden confession, not knowing that it's a dare. 

"Uhh that's..a line from our storyline" Lyn randomly blurted out, trying to convince everyone without revealing that its a dare since you are not supposed to do a dare and reveal its a dare. If not, where's the fun in dares? Luckily, it is Literature now so everyone was convinced by Lyn.
But now, Lyn and Devon have to find a way to include that line when they do the script.

"That sounds interesting! Can you show us the script?" Mr Zin asked with enthusiasm, clearly interested in what Lyn said, although the script did not exist..yet.

Mr Zin's request was so out of the blue, Lyn did not see it coming. At a loss, both Lyn and Devon looked at each other. After exchanging glances, they had an idea.

"Mr Zin, Lyn is too shy to let anyone see the script, even me!" Devon lamented

"ya..can I show y'all only when its done?" Lyn chimed in, grateful for Devon's help

"..Fine, but you have to finish by this week" Mr Zin said reluctantly

Oh great..ahh Lyn why did you say that??? she scolded herself, regretting what she said
Seeing Lyn talking to herself angrily, Devon had the urge to video her actions for it's quite amusing and out of so many people, how many can actually look cute when they're angry? To Devon, only Lyn can portray anger cutely and such moments needs to be recorded. After all, Lyn, too did similar things to him - she doodled him when he's angry so this is just a small revenge.
Actually, Devon wanted Lyn to realise she was being filmed yet she was oblivious to her surroundings, her mind thinking of the script that was due this week yet she has yet to work on it.
Suddenly, as though she remembered something, she turned swiftly to face Devon, shocking him as he did not expect Lyn to move anytime soon.

"Dear lord! You almost made me get a heart attack!" Devon grumbled, half annoyed, half shocked.

"Oh really? Hehe sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that but you look hilarious when you're shocked!" Lyn apologised in a not serious tone, clearly not sorry at all.

But what comes around, goes around. Since Devon tried videoing Lyn's angry yet cute gesture, being shocked by her sudden turn is merely his karma.

"Anyway, why did you turn your head suddenly?" Devon's question brought Lyn back to her objective

"Just want to ask you to help me with the scriptwriting. You'll help me won't ya?" Lyn asked, batting her eyelashes, hoping it will make Devon agree. Although it was not solo work, it was not pair work either so its up to Devon to help her.

"Hmmph!" Devon did not agree nor disagree, merely showing that he's displeased.
If Lyn did not turn around so suddenly and shocked Devon, he'd probably agree but since Devon was annoyed that he not only got shocked by her, the video that he was taking also got deleted when he accidentally pressed the delete button due to shock, he was leaning towards not helping her.

Seeing that Devon is unwilling to help, Lyn had to use the last resort.
"Pleasee? I'll do anything if you help."

"Anything?" Devon raised an eye brow, not really convinced

"yes, anything!" 

"no expiry date?" He inquired again. After being (almost) tricked by Lyn many times, he became more cautious.

"yes, the offer stands for as long as you want so long you help me first" Lyn agreed as long as she does not make a loss.

"Okay, I'll help. You can come to my place to discuss whenever you want" he replied cooly after knowing that he won't make a loss. But if Lyn tricked him again, he swore that that will be the last straw.

Characters in this novel can really forget or pretend to forget about events. Just who's lying and who's telling the truth? You never know. However, one thing's for sure - Lyn have a curse with guys. When she gets too close to one, the guy will suddenly forget everything about her during the moments that they grow close. However, thats not all..?

Am I hearing things? Lyn began worrying about her body as she seem to be suffering from hearing loss at a young age. To make things worse, she also saw things that doesn't make any sense. 
"Oh no..am I seeing things too?" 
Just what is wrong with Lyn and are all these related to the curse? Find out by reading this novel!

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