KHUSUS PENGGUNA MATA BATHIN.
KHUSUS GURU-GURU SPIRITUAL.
KHUSUS MEREKA HIDUP DUNIA SPIRITUAL.
INI MEMUAT BANYAK RAHASIA DUNIA.
INI SANGAT KASAR DAN SENSITIF.
ORANG NORMAL DILARANG BACA.
PANDUAN SPIRITUAL UNTUK MEMBANTU KALIAN BERTAHAN HINGGA AKHIR ZAMAN.
BERITAHU SESAMA TENTANG INI.
TERIMA KASIH.

Everything in Gardenia is dead. Some metaphorically and others literally.

I find cool facts, I post. 

also if anyone has any other good facts could you post them in the comments? i will post them as new chapters eventually...

This is a book About Facts and theories
In this book I give an interesting theory and get you interested so you can get interested into it and research it further.

 Shingo looked over Seiji… no, he was judging the latter.
"You don't seem like you're lying… What danger could Chiaki possibly be in?"
Seiji and Chiaki exchanged glances and came to an unspoken agreement.
"Dad, when I've said earlier that Seigo was a high school detective, I was lying." Chiaki admitted the truth. "He's actually a spiritual ability user."
Shingo: "…"
The famous artist showed a strange and obviously disbelieving expression. Meanwhile, Seiji slowly raised his hand.
Suddenly, the teacup on the table began to float in midair!
Shingo's expression changed to one of surprise upon seeing this.
Seiji manipulated the teacup and had it spin circles in midair right in front of Shingo. Seiji next sent the teacup flying up and down, then around Shingo's head in a circle, and finally around the entire room before it landed on the table again.
"This is no magic trick. There are no props involved at all. Feel free to check all you want." Seiji opened his hands to show that he had nothing in his hands.
The famous artist had a stunned expression.
Chiaki felt an urge to laugh out loud upon seeing her father like this. However, she forced herself to hold her laughter in.
When Shingo returned to his senses, he adjusted his eyeglasses and took the teacup, looking it over carefully. He then looked over at Seiji's hands.
Seiji extended his hands out, and even flipped them over and let Shingo look as he pleased. Seiji's expression said something like 'I'll admit defeat if you can find any trickery involved.'
Shingo looked at Seiji's hands for a while and found nothing whatsoever.
Although he'd received an impact from this, he still didn't believe in Seiji having mystical powers so readily.
"That was a nice performance. I can't find the trick to it at all." Shingo placed the teacup back on the table. "However, I won't believe that this is a so-called spiritual ability so easily. That's because I have no understanding of magic tricks. It's quite common for ordinary people to be unable to see through a magic trick."
Basically, he meant that "I simply haven't figured out your little magic trick."
"As I told you, this is no magic trick. It's a real spiritual ability," Seiji stated calmly. "I'm capable of using this power to move anything in this room, including your own body, Wakaba-san."
"Seigo…"
"Relax, Chiaki. I'm not making a threat here. I'm simply stating the facts. If you don't believe in my powers, Wakaba-san, why not experience it for yourself?"
The famous artist's refusal to believe in spiritual abilities was slightly shaken after he saw how confident Seigo was.
Shingo hid the fact that he was shaken, and spoke in a light tone, "Sure, I don't mind experiencing it if you can prove it." 
"Please excuse me." Seiji raised his hand once more and cast [Telekinesis].
Shingo instantly felt an invisible force lifting him upwards into the air!
He had an evidently shocked expression as he rose into the air. He hurriedly looked all around him, but was still unable to see any mechanisms that could cause this.
"Please don't move around too much. This is my first time using this spell to move a human," Seiji told him.
Shingo immediately stiffened after hearing this. Chiaki also looked towards Seiji for an explanation.
"I've only used this spell before to move nonliving objects or to deal with spiritual creatures," Seiji added.
His tone was calm as he was simply stating the facts.
Shingo was lightly spun around in midair. After having a personal taste of this invisible power, Shingo was forced to believe that this high schooler was truly a spiritual ability user.
A few seconds later, Seiji placed Shingo gently down on the tatami floor mat.
"How do you feel, Wakaba-san? Would you like to try again?"
The famous artist was rendered speechless by this question.
After several long seconds of silence, Shingo finally spoke up. "For now, I'll admit that this is some sort of supernatural ability. So, I'll treat you as a spiritual ability user… but what then? What does that have to do with Chiaki?"
"There are spiritual ability users in the world, as well as all sorts of demons and monsters. Chiaki is currently being targeted by a mystical existence. As for why she's become a target, the main reason might be because of you or her mother…" Seiji then gave Shingo an explanation of the situation that Chiaki was in.
"Dad… The reason why neither of us can remember anything about mom is probably because of some mystical incident. It's likely that Seigo will be able to help us. Please, could you tell him about mom?" Chiaki tried convincing her dad again.
Something flashed in Shingo's eyes.
Right now, even he himself didn't know what emotions he was feeling.
Finally, he slowly opened his mouth and began talking about his wife…
Shingo's "memories" about his wife were hazy and ethereal, just as if they were nothing but a dream.
He was unable to remember her name or face. Not only that—every single acquaintance of his that he could possibly think of had no memories of ever meeting his wife.
It was the same even for the daughter that he had and raised together with her.
In his "memories", his wife had previously cradled their newborn daughter while smiling, and his wife had also taught Chiaki the alphabet and how to talk…
His wife had gone on walks together with him while holding Chiaki's tiny hand… His wife had cooked while laughing at him playing with the young Chiaki…
His wife had previously held her finger up to her lips, indicating that he should be quiet because their daughter had fallen asleep… His wife had previously taken pictures of him and Chiaki together on a vacation…
Those were all incredibly happy memories that gave him a feeling of warmth as he "recalled" those moments.
Yet, his wife seemed like she didn't even exist.
There was no evidence, either physical or in any other person's memory, of her having ever existed at all!
His wife had vanished into thin air. Even the few remaining happy memories seemed as if they were nothing but illusion. Not a single other person had any memories whatsoever regarding his wife, including even his own daughter.
The only reasonable sounding explanation that Shingo was able to come up with was that all of these "memories" were only his own hallucinations… or most of them were.
'She's nothing but your own imagination.'
That was what reality kept telling him.
'She's nothing but a dream.'
Shingo kept telling himself this.
Yet… somewhere deep inside him there was a small stubborn part of himself that was unwilling to accept this.
'Was she really just a hallucination? Was she really nothing more than a dream? Did I truly imagine her entire existence?'
He was unwilling and unable to accept it. Yet, the reality was right before him. And, what pained him the most was how his daughter was.
His daughter couldn't remember a single thing about her mother… even though his daughter should have known even more about her mother than he did.
Shingo's daughter was perfectly fine and healthy. She grew up to be a completely normal girl.
He was the one who was in the wrong for treating hallucinations as memories. He was the abnormal one.
Although Shingo came to this logical conclusion, he was still emotionally unable to accept it.
That was why… he didn't want to see his own daughter.
No, it should be said that he was afraid of seeing his daughter!
His "normal" daughter was just like a mirror that kept reminding himself of how "abnormal" he was.
Shingo knew that all of this was wrong.
Yet, he was unable to change himself.
He had even tried visiting psychologists before. He had tried, but was unable to escape from that dream.
That was why, even if he had a cold and distant relationship with his daughter, at least his daughter could still live a good life with all the money he gave her… Although this was a rather abnormal family relationship, it was still within acceptable boundaries.
Shingo just wanted to wait until this dream disappeared.
At that time, if his daughter was still willing, and if he was able to do so, perhaps they could become a normal father and daughter again.
Shingo had thought that was the only possibility, until now…
Shingo finished telling Seiji and Chiaki about his "memories".
Seiji had a serious expression.
Chiaki received a huge impact from hearing all of this.
All of these "memories" that her father had just talked about… although they might just be his hallucinations, she faintly felt that they were all true events that had happened in the past!
'Why didn't you tell me about these 'memories' before!' Chiaki wanted to complain to her father.
However, the reasonable part of herself told her that if her father had mentioned such things to her before, it was highly likely that she would think her father to be mentally unstable.
That was why her father had hidden the truth from her for so long.
He hadn't wanted to talk about it. He had only wanted to bear these memories by himself until they finally faded.
'Has my dad been keeping his distance all this time from me because of this?' Chiaki suddenly thought of this.
After seeing her father's current expression, she felt it was highly possible.
If she had been the one instead with such unclear "memories" about her mother, with her father remembering nothing at all, perhaps she would also choose to remain distant from her father.
After coming to this realization, Chiaki felt incredibly complex emotions inside. Even she didn't know what expression she had right now.
There was only one thing she wanted to say.
"Dad… I'm sorry…"


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

The Six Great Temples were closely linked to each other. Just like how the Mage Temple and the Warrior Temple have an extremely close relation between them, the Knight Temple and the Assassin Temple’s relationship is among the best. An Assassin is after all the best partner possible for a Knight. The knight is the one who can defend the assassin the best and the assassin is the one who can provide the best offensive power to support him. A stable holy light, a wandering dim shadow, complementing each other while countering each other.
Because of the incident, the higher-ups of the Knight Temple were furious, but they didn’t immediately send punitive forces against them, and instead, they announced the facts of the night before to the Assassin Temple, letting them investigate thoroughly. And on this day, on the early morning, Han Qian was facing Ying Suifeng.
Ying Suifeng who had kept a serene face all along was suddenly shocked, calmly replying, “After examining the events of last night, I have a rough idea of the sequence of events. It was certainly a member of our Assassin Temple that intervened. For this reason, I apologize to the Knight Temple on behalf of our Assassin Temple.”
As he spoke, he calmly straightened himself, slightly stooping and performing a salute towards Han Qian.
Hearing that, Han Qian immediately glared at him. He had dealt with military matters throughout all his life, and on numerous times, he had risked his life when fighting against the army forces of the demon race.
“Suifeng, was it really someone from your Assassin Temple who did this?” This time, Han Qian became a lot colder, the way he addressed him changed as well, and his face became an extremely ugly sight to look at.
His relation with Suifeng was pretty good; sixty years ago, they were fighting alongside each other as comrades-in-arms, belonging to the same Demon Hunt Squad. And it was thirty years ago that their status started to rise within their respective temples. They had started to age, and came to the decision of disbanding their Demon Hunt Squad, to start their careers as people working in the affairs of their respective Temples.
Upon hearing Ying Suifeng’s acknowledgement, how could he not feel anxious? This kind of act akin to internal struggle could be seen as an act of jealousy from one of the Temples. This kind of act could obviously arise complaints or riots within the Alliance, and obviously affect its prestige and harmony.
Ying Suifeng let out a sigh and said, “Since we are the culprits, why would I not recognize this act? Please calm down, and listen calmly to me. Actually, this matter has been caused by you, Knight Temple. Let me ask you, the one Yang Wenzhao injured during yesterday’s match was a knight competitor right? And Yang Wenzhao caused him to be heavily wounded.”
Listening to him, Han Qian suddenly realized something, and his complexion changed completely, “Are you saying that Long Hao Chen hired an assassin from your Assassin Temple?”
If it was the truth, then things would be even worse! Without a doubt, to the Knight Temple, Yang Wenzhao was among the most outstanding youths of their generation. But in Han Qian’s heart, Long Hao Chen had more value. Although Long Hao Chen lost yesterday, he displayed an incredible talent, greatly shocking, once again, this Saint Knight Head. He discovered even more facets of this child; it was simply a genius destroyer! His appearance was something that could simply cause all the other geniuses to be ashamed of their talents.
Besides, his grandson Han Yu was arranged to accompany Long Hao Chen as his retainer knight. If Long Hao Chen had really hired an assassin to deal with Yang Wenzhao, then even he wouldn’t be able to defend Long Hao Chen. Such a demonic character could only be punished severely.
By just thinking about that, Han Qian turned pale with fright.
This time, it was Ying Suifeng’s turn to frown, “What kind of person is this Long Hao Chen? How could he cause such concern? Brother Han, you seem to treat him favorably as well, right?”
Han Qian snorted once, replying impatiently, “Please don’t care about this first, and hurry up to tell me: after all, was it Long Hao Chen who hired him?” Long Hao Chen could be called the Knight Temple’s secret weapon; especially since he’s so young, his information was already classified as a major secret. His relation with Ying Suifeng was good, but for the sake of the Knight Temple’s status among the six Great Temples, he couldn’t lightly reveal this information.
Ying Suifeng shook his head, and replied, “Of course it’s not the case, How could a little guy who had already lost consciousness hire an assassin? Actually, things are like this: this Long Hao Chen has a good relationship with a member of our Temple, and the information on how he was wounded came to our Temple. Right after this member of our Temple learned this information, she was in a state of total wrath and acted personally, without notice, to raid this Yang Wenzhao. Only, she was quite lenient and didn’t kill him for real.”
Upon hearing that Long Hao Chen didn’t hire this assassin, Han Qian immediately relaxed, but was exasperated by his light tone. Pissed off, he said, “You are speaking so lightly. Do you know who the hell Yang Wenzhao is? He’s old Yang’s grandson. Without mentioning his importance to our Knight Temple, considering his status, who will you send to explain this to old Yang?”
Ying Suifeng let out a light sigh and said, “His identity is already something we are looking into. Only, now that this affair has already taken place, what we must do right now is to settle it. After all, his spiritual stove hasn’t been damaged, although he has been lightly injured. With your Knight Temple’s healing capabilities, he should be able to recover rapidly, and there shouldn’t be relapses. If the injuries are really serious, we are willing to request a priest at the rank of red-clad sect master or above, from the Priest Temple to treat him. This should partly compensate your Knight Temple; how about it?”
Han Qian was quite smart, from Ying Suifeng’s words he deduced a few facts, and his complexion changed, “So you are saying that you don’t plan to hand over this assassin to us, right? And you don’t even plan to punish her?”
Ying Suifeng nodded in silence, “Old Han, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about that.”
Han Qian stood up, completely furious, before hitting the desk once again, “Ying Suifeng, so this is the explanation you are giving me? Do you know what the consequences of your actions will be?”
Ying Suifeng sighed once again, replying, “I know, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Not speaking about me, even our most heroic seniors cannot deal with her.”
Han Qian coldly snorted, “He was greatly wounded, and don’t forget who the one responsible is. If we leave this matter to be handled by the Alliance, there’s no way it stays unpunished. I advise you to let it be treated in private between our two Temples.”
Ying Suifeng’s eyes flashed with a particular sparkle, and he thought to himself, _This little girl is really carefree. It looks like the Knight Temple isn’t going to let this go easily. Furthermore, if it was her who was heavily wounded like that, I would have had the same reaction. ARGH!_
“Brother Han, please don’t get angry like that. I know this matter is making things difficult for you. I will go find this heroic senior and sincerely apologize to him. We wish to settle this matter behind the scenes. I have a single condition.”
“Behind the scenes?” Han Qian was startled.
Ying Suifeng nodded, and said, “I believe you know what I mean by behind the scenes; we cannot afford to treat this person lightly. I only want Brother Han to pledge me something; after we settle this matter behind the scenes, I want you to inform your seniors divine knights that everyone shall keep their mouth completely shut! To preserve our Temples’ thousand years of relations, we absolutely don’t want this matter to be lightly spread.”
Han Qian stared at him, from Ying Suifeng’s serious tone, it looked like the fact that this matter had to be handled from behind the scenes was extremely important to the Assassin Temple.
“Okay, I give you my promise. Speak, now.” Although he didn’t formally pledge to him, his promise was as valid as an oath. Within the Six Great Temples, knights were the most strict in regard to discipline; if one happened to break his promises, no matter whom he promises to, he would have no way to stand on his honor.
Ying Suifeng silently shook his head, and continued to speak, “From whichever side of the Six Great Temples when fostering a talent, the most important factor to determine his potential of future development is the innate internal spiritual energy. In every Temple, people with different innate talent are treated differently. For instance, in your Knight Temple, an innate internal spiritual energy above the 70th level is known as a physique of angel, and above the 80th level it is known as a physique blessed by gods, right?”
Han Qian seemed to have vaguely understood something, and took a deep breath, “From what you are implying, this fellow who wounded Yang Wenzhao has an innate internal spiritual energy above 70, and is rather young, right?” A young age was something that couldn’t be determined arbitrarily; from Yang Wenzhao’s description of his opponent, she shouldn’t have reached the sixth step yet.
Ying Suifeng revealed a bitter smile, “If it was only that much, for the sake of the relationship between our two Great Temples, we would nevertheless have given her some punishment. But the fact is that over the past 3000 years of our Assassin Temple’s history, a sole and unique person exceeded the 90th level of internal spiritual energy, obtaining a physique of a Scion of Samsara. It is equivalent to the physique of Scion of Light of your Knight Temple. The importance of this girl to our Assassin Temple is exceeding the importance your Knight Temple gives to a Divine Knight. You shouldn’t forget that 3000 years ago, our Assassin Temple was almighty; that Scion of Samsara relied on his formidable strength and innate talent and managed to get rid of seven of the demon gods. At the very end, he even managed to deal with the first demon god, and had been inflicting serious damages to the demon race for thirty years. And yet, that Scion of Samsara only had his innate internal spiritual energy at the 91st level. And back to our era, she’s the one we found to succeed that killing machine of a Scion of Samsara. Her innate internal spiritual energy is even greater compared to his former 91st level; it was originally at the 93rd level, but after she inherited the spiritual stove of the previous Scion of Samsara, it reached the 100th level! According to legends, this level is even given another title: the one known as the Saint Daughter of Samsara, an existence that will in the future be able to challenge the first demon god! If we compare her to the Yang Wenzhao from your noble temple, who’s the unimportant one and who’s the important one?”
Han Qian’s eyes were already wide opened, and completely shocked, he answered, “Innate internal spiritual energy, 100…. Is… is this for real? This… This…”
Ying Suifeng let a bitter laugh, “Do you think I would fool you in this kind of matter? This is the biggest secret of our Assassin Temple. To all our almighty temples, a saint girl of this kind is something that would cause anyone to cry out in dread and fall down out of fear. Furthermore, she started her training at the age of five years old, for a total of 9 years by now. Her formidable innate talents are undoubtedly already manifesting. And she did not only manage to grasp control of the Thousand Strikes Spiritual Stoves, she also fused with the main stove this Scion of Samsara used to fight with, the first ranked spiritual stove from our Assassin Temple, the Six Paths of Samsara. You ought to know the might of the Six Paths of Samsara. Therefore, I cannot lightly hand her over to you, because actually….”
Han Qian gave him a somewhat sluggish look, and after a long while, he gently revealed a forced smile, “I understand…”


Devil clan gained the ground and human beings were at the great risk of being wiped out. At this critical moment, six temples led the human race to guard their last land. A young man joined Knight Temple in order to save his mother and he has to go through all those traps and miracles on this tough journey. In a world where human’s six temples fought against devil clan’s 72 devil pillars, would he finally make it to the sealed divine throne?

"The war is over! The war is over!"
A week after Ves returned to New Foundation V, political support for the peace treaty grew past a critical threshold. The Bright Senate ratified the peace treaty and the bright president signed it shortly afterwards!
The Vesians also ratified the peace treaty at the same time, thereby marking the formal end of the war.
A cease-fire had already been agreed upon at the time of the peace treaty's unveiling, but only now did it appear that true peace had been achieved!
Ves looked out of the window of his guest quarters at New Foundation V and sighed in relief. As much as he learned so much from his wartime experiences, he did not wish to perpetuate this senseless conflict any longer than it had to. Now that both sides agreed to an early peace, his wartime service had come to an end.
His exemplary performance and his powerful backing put him ahead of the pack. He already received a formal discharge notice from the Mech Corps, releasing him from service today.
"I have Mr. Cordwraith to thank for that." Ves sardonically smiled as he finished his cup of tea.
During his stay on New Foundation V, Ves did not dare to come out of his guest quarters. His face was plastered all over the galactic net because the Bright Republic's news portals all displayed the recordings of Ves and Venererable Foster standing together!
"They promised they would only be recording us together for archival purposes!"
Instead, the news portals outright fabricated a secret love story that transcended state borders. There were so many untruths in what the sleazy journalists claimed that Ves was tempted to sue them for slander.
Unfortunately, the law never tended to favor the victims of slanders in the Bright Republic.
On the surface, it appeared that the news portals possessed a carte blanche to publish any kind of truth they wanted. Since they were in competition against each other, they constantly sought to publish more sensational stories. Was it any kind of surprise that they became accustomed to embellishing the facts?
"There's a thin line between embellishing the facts and distorting the truth. It's far too easy to cross into the latter."
Practically no news portal displayed recordings or images of Senator Tovar and Prince Colchester. Compared to showing off these two old geezers, it was much more attractive to present a young and talented couple who not only earned impressive achievements as demonstrated by their medals, but also lent itself to a sensational forbidden love story!
The cynic in Ves did not believe that the news portals ran with such a stupid story just to attract more viewers.
When Ves studied the news articles, he noticed that all mention of Senator Tovar and Prince Colchester had been scrubbed away. The news portals all seemed to follow a hidden directive that attempted to shape public opinion in a certain direction.
What Ves had a problem with was that the Tovar Family made use of his public image to their own advantage without asking for permission!
With all of his recent publicity, Ves had gained a stellar reputation in the Bright Republic lately. Yet now that the stupid rumors of a hidden romance between a Vesian expert pilot and himself emerged, a lot of people started to develop an intensive dislike of him! The damage to his reputation was incalculable!
When Ves took up this topic to Mr. Cordwraith, the man was not very accommodating.
"Mr. Larkinson, we worked hard to turn you into a war hero." The executive assistant explained as he crossed his arms. "You would have never gotten as much recognition from the Mech Corps if not for Senator Tovar advocating on your behalf. Without his intervention, you would never never received your new Plasma Spark medal for the merit you've earned during your last assignment."
Ves did indeed gain another medal recently after undergoing a mandatory ceremony conducted by Major General Clesse. Receiving the third-highest medal from the Mech Corps neatly complimented his Darkness Eater, but it did not make up for all of the bad press he received.
"My reputation is rather important to me and my business." Ves replied mildly. "The LMC will not be able to fare too well in the Bright Republic if all the pro-war nuts hate my guts."
"Your concerns are noted, but I suggest you adapt to it, Mr. Larkinson. Aren't you already leveraging your military decorations for your own ends? I'm sure you can make use of the extra publicity somehow."
In other words, now that the Tovar Family made use of his reputation, it was up to Ves alone to pick up the pieces.
"I'll deal with it somehow. It isn't the end if a mech designer acquires a mixed reputation."
Plenty of controversial mech designers managed to do brisk business. The extra publicity fueled them, as even bad press called more attention to their products.
"This is a new beginning. I've emerged from the war with far more gains than I expected. I shouldn't quibble over such a trivial issue."
The fast news cycle would soon depress the current stories and replace them with fresh ones to distract the public from their worries. Over time, the public would forget about the false story, though they might still remember his name when they next saw an ad from the LMC.
If there was one enduring benefit that Ves received from all of the publicity, it was that his name recognition was probably the highest among the Apprentice Mech Designers of the Bright Republic! There were probably a lot of Journeymen who were much less known than him at the moment!
A new beginning dawned.
With the war at an end, Ves was about to return to his company. He could make use of his increased public profile to hype up the products of the LMC. In fact, he was already planning to do so once he completed the joint design project with Professor Ventag.
Ves spent his time fruitfully during his week-long hiatus. With the help of the augmented spiritual fragment in his mind, he worked on his draft design and managed to complete it just yesterday.
His draft design depicted an imposing space knight. Based on the parameters of some of NORA Consolidated's best component licenses, he drafted the space knight with an eye towards maximum defensive power. Its super-medium weight class made it larger than regular space knights.
It showed. His attempts to incorporate the large polarizing module into the design of his space knight led to an unfortunate aesthetic design decision. In order to maximize his design's internal volume and keep it relatively balanced and controllable when in flight, Ves opted for the most efficient if not the most visually pleasing option.
"It's fat."
His space knight resembled a sumo wrestler with wings. It looked like an upright flying pig and flew like one as well due to all of its extra mass. Sluggish and unwieldy, his space knight design obviously did not excel in mobility.
Still, Ves regarded his draft design with affection. Its girthy frame made for an iconic sight that always stood out from a crowd of mechs. It exhibited a compelling luster that caught the eye no matter how much people wanted to brush aside.
To Ves, the spiritual quality of his draft design already exceeded every other draft design he composed. Not only did he perceive an increase in spiritual strength, but also an increase in complexity.
Two explanations came to mind when he noticed these differences.
First, his Spirituality probably increased his strength, allowing him to imbue more of it into his designs.
Second, the added flavors blended into the spiritual nature of his draft design carried the imprints of Qilanxo and Venerable Fontain. They mingled with his own imprint for a total of three different influences.
They did not exhibit their influence in equal proportion. As the originator of the design, Ves left the deepest mark. However, Qilanxo's spirituality was so strong that it threatened to overpower Ves' influence.
Among these two major influences, the remnants of Venerable Fontain's spirituality only occupied a minute portion within the space that remained. Its influence was so faint that Ves wouldn't have been able to sense it if he didn't know it was present.
The current pattern was a portend of the final shape of the X-Factor of his finished design. It carried a more complex blend of flavors than before, which reminded Ves of some of the mastercrafted mechs fabricated by renowned experts in their craft.
"Perhaps this is the direction I should develop towards with my design specialty."
He felt he was working towards becoming a magical enchanter who spiritually imbued his mechs with sparks of life derived from astounding existences and living legends.
"Life does not emerge from isolation. A story cannot emerge from nihility."
Ves already felt his design philosophy churning with excitement at the many insights he came up with recently. He already felt it was worth working on the joint design project for this reason alone.
The more he worked on his space knight, the more he uncovered new possibilities to advance his core specialty!
"Still, it isn't all good."
A specialty granted a mech designer a strong and possibly unique advantage in a single area related to mech design. However, they also locked a mech designer into a fixed direction of designing mechs, making it difficult for them to take another direction.
Ves recognized a major vulnerability with his current direction of advancement. His design philosophy showed its greatest strength when he empowered the X-Factor of his designs with spiritual fragments of other spiritually strong entities.
What happened when he couldn't or didn't want to do that? The X-Factor of his designs would be stunted and weak. They would be no different from the X-Factor of his earliest designs, thereby giving his mech designs only a minute spiritual advantage.
"If I truly decide to go in this direction, I'll have to resign myself to becoming dependent on external sources."
Even so, the benefits outweighed the costs. While his own Spirituality slowly grew in strength, his spiritual imprint did not come with the correct traits to compliment the totem animal and human myth of his Triple Division technique.
Ves could achieve much better results by drawing upon the spiritual fragments of real exobeasts and real human heroes. While obtaining these fragments required him to research his targets and go on a dangerous excursion into the imaginary realm, it was no different from travelling to the frontier in order to hunt for treasures.
From a business perspective, what Ves was doing was to enhance the value of his designs by adding some extra raw materials to his designs. He only needed to do it once to permanently increase the quality of the X-Factor of his designs. This was a lot more generous than designing an expensive mech and having to source the rare exotics each time he wanted to fabricate a copy.
"I'll just have to make sure to do my research properly."
The biggest weakness associated with his specialty that he wouldn't be able to do much if he didn't have access to the right information. Right now, Ves did not lack for resources, as the galactic net contained an almost limitless amount of data for him to trawl through.
If the galactic net didn't provide any suitable material, then he could draw upon his connections to the Clifford Society or his backers to draw upon more obscure information.
Yet what if Ves found himself stranded on a planet without a connection to the galactic net? It happened once during his deployment to the surface of Aeon Corona VII, and it could easily happen again some day.
"I should make preparations for that." He murmured.
He already came up with two possible solutions.
First, he could delegate the information gathering to his company. They could gather information on thousands of notable exobeasts and expert pilots.
Ves could then memorize the details in advance, so that if he fell into a situation where he needed to design a mech quickly, he immediately knew where he needed to go to obtain the right spiritual fragments.
The second solution was to develop another technique. One which went into a different direction than making use of spiritual fragments.
Ves believed his current method wasn't the only way to imbue his mech designs with a strong X-Factor. He already developed some preliminary ideas, but whether they were viable or not remained to be seen.
"It's hard to be at the forefront of a new and unknown field." He sighed.


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

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

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

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

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

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THE INFORMATION:

Main Characters:

Hades: God of the Underworld and leader of Central.

Tea: Queen of the Underworld and avatar of the Tea Tree.

David Smithson: A man from earth who was a former scholar, otaku, and martial artist, also soldier, and strategist. Main advisor and Head of staff.

Cerberus: Leader of the Underworld Guards.

Charon: Leader of the Border Guards and Water Transportation branch.

Hypnos: Leader of the support and hidden forces,  Underworld Police, and land transportation branch.

Hecate: Leader of Mystical forces and Head of Research and development and medical forces.

Thanatos: Leader of the Soul Reapers, Fire Harpies, and stealth ops forces.

Shin Takagi: A nomadic monk from the east of the world and has lived in nature and learned the truth of good and evil. The judges couldn't figure him out, and he became Hades and David's teacher and was first to govern Valhalla and Purgatory, and the taught Hades's children to replace him.
 

Underworld Sectors:

Elysium: Good: Soul Society: Defended by Soul Reapers, and heals and gives paradise to good souls and if they wish they can reincarnate and live life again.
 
Pure and Heroic: Valhalla: Governed by Gloria Organa Demerol: Daughter of Hades and Tea. Trains the truly pure and heroic so they can face Purgatory to get the chance to reincarnate and change the world.

Fields of Punishment: Bad: Hell: watched by Fire Harpies, and causes suffering for the bad as every time they are obliterated they return to the lavas of hell and are remade like before stuck in hell until the end of their sentence to try reincarnating and try to be a good person again.

Evil and Villainous: Purgatory: Governed by Devin Edwards Demerol: Son of Hades and Tea. Trains the truly evil and Villainous so they can face Valhalla to get a chance to reincarnate and change the world.

Asphodel: Hueco Mundo: Watched By Styx the goddess of the river styx. Where many souls and beings can't enter without being a hollow as well as souls who didn't get picked up by soul reapers fast enough and became hollows or were turned into hollows by other hollows or could not leave because of unfinished business or last but not least are not qualified for the other places.

Central: Home of Hades and the Tea Tree. Plus the main bases and branches are located.

Tartarus: Caged Sector. Where the enemy Titans, criminal primordials, worst beings and monsters are forever imprisoned.

Rivers:

Styx: Border of all Sectors

Acheron: Main road of the Underworld

Lethe: Border of Central

Phlegethon: border between Hell and Soul Society

Cocytus: border of Hueco Mundo

Oceanus: border of the Underworld.

Swords:

Authority Blade: blade of Central and can permanently kill immortals and souls. Can only be created with the spiritual energy of a major death god and those blessed by him, and those linked to him. Used Major death god's spiritual energy, all forms of mystical energy united, the World's energy, all emotions being released at once, both good and evil energies, and finally tea.

Soul Blades: Blade of the Soul Reapers: Soul society: Purifies souls and hollows and bring souls to the underworld to be judged. The most common sword created by spiritual energy alone, but all swords, like all swords are different from one another.

Elemental Blades: Blade used most by the Fire Harpies and punishers: Hell: Can obliterate Bad Souls, and used as attack magic and boost pain and suffering. Created using spiritual energy and elemental mystical energy.

Dark Blades: Blade of evil and darkness: Purgatory: can corrupt Items and beings as well as cause non healing damage, devour light, and cause horribly harmful effects. Created by spiritual energy and the evil within everyone.

Holy Blades: blade of purity and light: Valhalla: can purify as well as heal all damage, purify darkness, and fix harmful effects. Created by using spiritual energy and the good within everyone.

Hollow Blades: Blade of the Hollows: Hueco Mundo: can cancel effects of all types and dull opponents blades plus mimic all effects and abilities. Created using spiritual energy and despair.

 Facts:

Tea Tree: the tree that produces Tea and energizes the Underworld turning it into Paradise. It also creates a barrier to keep people from escaping or entering without permission. Plus, acts as detectors for border crossers and intruders.
Tea: like the food of the god's ambrosia, but stronger, enhances spiritual energy, can can only be tasted by souls and those allowed by Tea herself.

Name of the Underworld: Upper half: Paradise, and Lower half: Tartarus.

Spiritual Energy: can only be used properly by the dead, those who represent them, and beings of the Underworld. It is used to create spirit techniques, spells, and with other factors helped create the swords of the Underworld.

Underworld Glass: It allows sunshine and weather to be seen by the Underworld, but also hides the underworld from being seen by outsiders and non netizens of the underworld. Plus if you visit the underworld or intrude upon it you will not be able to see the sky. It also casts an illusion on the underworld that hides its true beauty from outsiders and the unwelcome. 

Illegal items: knowing how important the Tea tree is, they create items to fool the tree's detection system, create keys to escape the underworld, or even more dangerous items to attack the tree or the authorities of the underworld. These are hunted down by authorities to destroy and others to use.

Upgraded weapons and tools: Old items like Hades's helm and Bident who are melted down and upgraded and changed to the King's crown and the spear  named Kiseki which not only changed them but also gave them more abilities.

Special Items and Weapons: Weapons and items forged to assist and protect the authorities of the underworld and the Underworld itself like the Queen's Crown and the Helper's gauntlets also like the 4 keys of the underworld and weapons of Hades's children.

Hades instincts tells him to save the life of a strangely dressed mortal. He does, but with a cost now this man will change Hades’s life in a way the fates would never foresee and it will change the mythical world forever.

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