Yacht's Kitchen
"Don't look at me like that." Quinn pushes a left brow.
"Now let's see how great you are, President Williams." Ken's challenged.
"You brought it to yourself." he countered him.
"You wanted to disappoint her?"
Quinn snapped out. "I am not the one who promised her for kimchi."
"Well, it's not my fault when President Williams's kitchen is not actually a reliable one." Ken smirk.
Quinn clenching his fist, feeling pissed by Ken's insolence he's showing towards him.
"Am not a Korean to stock up ingredients for kimchi."
This time, it was Ken who pushes a brow upward. "You want to get married to a Korean race woman and you want her to forget about her culture?"
Ouch. Straight to the heart. Levi's thoughts who were the man in the background witnessing this amusing clashes once again.
•••••
'1 point goes to Brother Ken!' Levi posted it to a group message on Instagram.
Blaire Ivanov: What are you doing, Levi?
Levi Montfort: Let us make a bet! Whoever won, I'll give away the latest sports car we're about to release next month!
Mark Lao: Eh? I want to join! I'll bet for the boss!
Rudolf Lao: What is this?
James Ryan: Someone wants to be roasted once the boss finds this out.
Levi Montfort: Ah! Would you guys just support me? I will give you a 50 percent discount on your next purchase!
Ben Ryan: I'll bet for Missy's cousin.
Daichi Isagawa: Doctor Beeeen! You have no right to call my Missy as Missy!
Ben Ryan: What are you saying? Miss Cassie is the boss's Miss. Don't dare to claim it is your Missy.
Daichi Isagawa: But I am the only one calls her Missy!
Ben Ryan: Don't be childish. You're a 30-year-old gorilla.
Levi Montfort: (he is sending a lot of gorilla emojis and GIF)
Daichi Isagawa: Don't you dare to start Doctor Been! I will show to your students how shameless you are when you got drunk!
Ben Ryan: Daichi Isagawa!!!!!
Daichi Isagawa: (share a sample photo)
Anna Lawrence: OMG!!!
David Lawrence: Don't visit here for a while, Anna.
Anna Lawrence: (sending silly emojis to her husband)
Aldean Lawrence: What we bet for?
Kier Lawrence: Master Levi will give away a sports car whoever won the betting.
Aldean: Eh??? Who is leading?
Ben Ryan: Delete that f**king photo Daichi Isagawa!
Michelle Lawrence: Absolutely a shameless one.
Riley Rivera: How dare you start a betting Levi?
Levi: (posted a photo of Ken and the boss wrestles their gaze with an apron on around their body.)
Michelle Lawrence: Ah, I can't choose who to bet at!
Karen Williams: What is going on here? What are these photos about?
Ben Ryan: Ah! Daichi! Delete that photo in an instance!
Julius Kang: I think, Levi could delete that since he who created this group.
Levi Montfort: Kekekekekek
Lucas Green: Who sent an alien here.
Mark Lao: Ah! You will lose the betting, brother Lucas! Master Levi will give away a sports car!
Matt Lawrence: Why nobody DM me! I want to join too! I will bet for the boss! The boss for the win!
Lucas Green: Kekekekekek… I won't worry. The boss had already signed a contract with me in an exchange for a brand new sports car.
Mark Lao: Eh??? How unfair! No nights I sleep just to watch boss's security's core system! I do a more difficult job hacking anything the boss needed information!
Lucas Green: (sent his selfie on top of a tower overlooking the ocean and yacht below.)
Mark Lao: See! His job is traveling the world! I was buried underground in this world!
(The girls sending Mark hugs and pats)
Lucas Green: Eh? Isn't you're the luckier lad? The girls only siding you!)
The Boss: What is this all about?
Everyone: Boss!!!!!
Madison Moore: Papa, they were betting on you.
Others: Ahh! The Boss's daughter!
Daichi Isagawa: Ah!! Missy's daughter! Hello, Little Missy!
Derek Williams: Honestly, she is older than her Mummy.
Daichi Isagawa: I don't care! Still, she is Missy's daughter! She's a little Missy!
Madison Moore: Lol, yup. Almost 4 years I am older than Mama. (sending a photo of her and Cassie)
Daichi Isagawa: Ah, Missy!
Others: Wow! You both really look alike a lot!
The Boss: What is this betting all about? 
Lucas Green: When the boss backs reading… kekekkekek
The Boss: I did. And in my greatest understanding, everyone wished to be fire out from my company.
Everyone: Ehhhhhhh
Blaire Ivanov: You can't fire out your sister!
Meisha Ivanov: I never join this thread because I know this is what will happen. (evil laugh emoji inclusion)
Kier Lawrence: Darn. You can't fire out your private Lawyer who knows your secret.
Rudolf Lao: And I am your greatest technology geek. I hold ATHENA's core system.
The Boss: [.....]
Daichi Isagawa: And I am your best man, boss!
Larius Anthony: What a messed.
Spencer Anthony: You made the boss speechless.
Kurt Dawson: And everyone is hiding now.
Arjun Khan: You all can hide everyone but not in the boss's sight! (laughing)
Kenji Fujiwara: Darn. When all the CEOs join the fun.
James Ryan: I remembered, I am a CEO as well!
Dion Taylor: Who summons me?
Hermes Velasco: What's going on?
Mark Lao: Ah! The CEOs are here!
The Boss: How come my men dared to threaten me.
Toya Kobayashi: I am just passing by… because I am no CEO… byeee…
The Boss: Who dare not to bet on me?
Toya and Kenji: The Japan Alliance is on your side boss!
Mark Lao: We are on your side boss!
Lawrence's brothers: And we the Mainland sided you, boss!
Other: [...…..]
The Boss: Whoever won't vote on me, there will be no gift from Chinese New Year.
Everyone: Ehhhhhhh
Mark Lao: I know, boss! It is a sports car!
The Boss: It is.
Matt Lawrence: Each one of us, boss?
The Boss: Each one yes. But since that—
Everyone: We are betting on you, boss!
The Boss: [...…..]
Spencer Anthony: And that's how you make a CEO become poor.
The Boss: If Levi stands on his words.
Levi Montfort: Huh? I wasn't updated. I don't know what is happening here.
Madison Moore: I didn't know he is denying like this, Papa.
The Boss: That's his real color.
Levi Montfort: Ehhh? Why is sabotaging me, Master Shun Crow!
Larry Bastien: He dares to name the boss.
Everyone: [EXIT DOOR]
Daichi Isagawa: Run for your life!
Levi Montfort: Ah! You want me to get poor before I could marry your daughter?!
Everyone: [peeping]
Everyone: Getting married????
Levi Montfort: (he runs toward Madison and took a photo of the engagement ring then shared to the group.)
•••••
The conversation continued and now teasing Levi. They were kiddingly telling Madison about bad things Levi did which just a joke, of course.
The group chat continued while Quinn resumed preparing dinner with Ken. The two men still glaring at each other.


"Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past." -- H. F. HEDGE

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Excerpt:

Shun began undressing his upper body then follows Cassandra toward the closet. He put his arms around her waist and kisses her right shoulder blade.

"Mister, what are you doing?" she asked him.

"Nothing. . . Seducing you, maybe?" Shun muttered behind her ear.

She could feel her cheeks flushing from his warm breaths; she turned around then blush from the sight of his naked-half body.

"Here, is your T-shirt!" Cassandra shoved to his chest; that black High Neck Long Sleeve she found in his closet.

"How about if, I stayed half-naked?" Shun is teasing her.


Synopsis:

Cassandra Young is a 17 years old Island Girl, who lost her parents in a shipwrecked by a typhoon. She then adopted by her uncle Martin and brought her to Paris when she is 12 years old.

After he died, she found out that she'd lost everything already because of the scheme her aunt Lydia did; who suddenly went out of the picture.

One day, a man showed up on the Island and claimed; that he who bought her Villa, and the Man-Made Forest her parents give their lives to plants those trees, as he plans to build a hotel nearby.

Still, can't accept the truth, Cassie has no choice but to work as his 'personal maid' just to remain living in the Villa.

However, she wonders if she could trust him the way she was pampered instead? Who is this man name Shun Williams Crow? Why he has been so kind to her?

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Shun Williams Crow, 30 years old; a young President and heir of the Crow Corporation, one of the largest companies in the world.

His life surrounded by mysteries; and so he uses his wealth and power, to seek the answer in everything and save his LOVE from a cursed in the past to change it from becoming a Tragic Love; the same as everyone else in these Entangled Lives of the Five Families.

COULD HE WIN AGAINST HIS FATE?

This is an untold love story...

"My Stubborn Mistress presents"

'SOMEWHERE, TRAPPED IN TIME'


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This novel focuses on Mystery, so expect that this is a different love story to what you guys expecting. In later ARCS it will focus on Time Traveling and Reincarnation, so it is not just the typical love story, but many turns. Still, I hope you guys enjoy reading it!


Also, this novel has MATURE CONTENT with our couples, so you were been warned... hehe

WELCOME!!!

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Las Vegas was where most boxing matches were held. It could even be called the "Holy Land of Boxing" in the US, and because Las Vegas was also the "Gambling Capital" of the world, it had the most developed betting industry in the world.
Before the nineties, American boxers gathered in New York because New York was the most developed and heavily populated city in the US. In New York, any sport would be able to find a vast market, and many world boxing championships were held in the Madison Square Garden back then.
However, because a gambling ban was written into the legal provisions of New York, the development of the boxing industry was greatly restrained. Since then, Las Vegas began its "marriage" with boxing. With the support of casinos, bookmakers, and betting businesses and groups, the boxing industry developed rapidly in Las Vegas, ultimately achieving its current status.
Boxing could no longer be separated from gambling. Where there was boxing, there would be gambling. The better developed the gambling industry of a place, the more boxing matches there would be. Las Vegas was like that, and so was Macau, Mexico City, and Johannesburg.
In the age of manual betting, boxing was the sport with the highest wagers. It was only after the rise of online betting that soccer surpassed the bet amounts of boxing.
From this perspective, Britons really loved to gamble. Their three favorite sports, which were soccer, boxing, and horse racing, were the most popular sports in the betting industry. Bets on soccer matches, boxing matches, and horse racing consistently contributed to the betting industry, while bankrupting a lot of people at the same time.
Soccer bets were mainly online, and manual offline bets were rare. On the other hand, when it came to bets on boxing matches and horse racing, manual bets were still the majority, especially in places such as Las Vegas. Manual bets were extremely convenient, and any random resort or hotel was a betting spot.
Located within the MGM Square was the MGM Grand Hotel, which was the most famous hotel in Las Vegas. In the nineties, the hotel was once the world's largest hotel, and it also boasted the largest casino in Las Vegas, with the same square footage as four soccer fields.
At the same time, it was also where many large-scale boxing matches were held. Compared to other venues, boxing matches organized at the MGM Grand Hotel were extremely lucrative. It had always been a vacation hotel. Food, relaxation, entertainment—all kinds of services were provided there. Added to that was the casino, which allowed players to place their bets at any time. A lot of celebrities would choose to stay at the hotel when they visited Las Vegas. Eat, sleep, and play, then watch a match, placing a bet in between. There was no need to leave the hotel to have everything done.
Taylor's first comeback match would also be held there. The major bookmakers had already put up their odds, and the casinos within the hotels had already started accepting bets.
Two days before the start of the match, Taylor and Dai Li checked in at the MGM Grand Hotel.
Taylor used to stay there a lot, and every time he arrived, he would gamble at the casino, often spending millions of dollars in a single night. However, the current Taylor was in the bankruptcy protection period, and according to the rules, he wasn't allowed to stay in such a luxurious hotel. It was only because that was the match venue, and Taylor was the athlete who was participating in the match, that he could apply to stay at the MGM Grand Hotel. However, he was absolutely not allowed to visit the casino.
It was the first time Dai Li had stayed in such a luxurious vacation hotel. The MGM Grand Hotel was considered costly even for the average American, and expense wasn't restricted to the price of the rooms; there were also all kinds of service fees. Unlike in other luxurious hotels, every service afforded by the hotel cost extra.
In truth, none of the guests who could afford to stay there chose it because they wanted to get a good night's rest in their rooms. The guests went there to have a good time, to spend their money, and to intoxicate themselves temporarily in the casinos. Las Vegas was the best place in the world to squander one's money. If a person wanted to rest or to enjoy the wonders of nature, he could go hike on a mountain or visit a beach; there was no need to visit this diamond city located in the middle of the desert.
　　...
"Mr. Li, this way, please! This is the VIP betting room. The lowest bet amount is 10,000 dollars. We have specially trained staff inside that will help you place your bets" An attendant wearing a vest and tie brought Dai Li to the front door of a room.
"Thank you." Dai Li handed a tip to the attendant.
"Thank you for your generosity, and I'm happy to be of service." When the attendant saw the face of Lincoln, America's 16th President, on the banknote, the smile on his face seemed especially sincere. A five dollar tip for just showing the way was above the usual standard of tipping. If every guest were just as generous, he would be willing to show the way every day.
The chips of the supposed VIP area within the casino had higher values, and the service there was also better as the people there were mostly VIP clients.
There were also VIP betting rooms in the betting areas. For general bets, a player could place a bet by using an automated betting machine, or a bet of a higher amount could be made manually at the service counter. Only big clients used the VIP betting rooms, where more professional services could be enjoyed.
Dai Li entered the VIP betting room and looked around. The people inside the VIP betting room were clearly rich. Their outfits and dresses were well planned and designed, there were even one or two familiar faces who were probably celebrities.
A professional-looking young lady approached and asked with a pleasant smile, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, I want to know the odds for Kevin Taylor's comeback match," Dai Li said.
"Alright. This way please." The lady guided Dai Li in front of a big screen. Displayed on the big screen were the various odds for the match between Taylor and Saunders.
"Sir, you can see the live changes of the odds on this screen. If you decide to place a bet, you can call me over. The lowest bet amount here is 10,000 dollars. You can rest on the sofa there, and there are also some snacks and beverages that are free for you." After the female attendant finished speaking, she stepped back to the side.
Standing in front of the big screen were several other people who were also focused on Taylor's first comeback match.
"Kevin Taylor, that bastard was banned for two years. I thought that he would retire, I didn't think that he would actually return," a voice said.
"I hope someone beats the hell out of him!" another person said.
"He will," the first person responded. "His opponent is 'The Trench' Saunders, I've always been optimistic about this boxer."
"Then what are you hesitating about, hurry up and bet for Saunders to win!" the first person who spoke encouraged.
The guy, however, shook his head. "Saunders' odds for winning are only 1.75, and Taylor's odds for winning are the same, at 1.75. If they have the same odds, that means that even the bookmakers aren't sure who will win. For me, this type of bet isn't worth it."
"Yeah, after all, Taylor was the world's strongest heavyweight boxing champion. No one could match him back then. However, it has been two years since he last fought, and who knows how much strength he has left? You can see that from the odds. But the odds for a draw is as high as 46, so the bookmakers don't think that this match will end in a draw," a person on the side analyzed.
"It's a match with Taylor in it; there's no way for it to end in a draw. Look, Taylor's odds for winning are only 1.75, but the odds for him winning through a knockdown has risen to 4.25. You can make a lot of money from this odd."
"This reminds me of the Taylor from ten years ago, from when he just went pro. He would always knock down his opponents in the first round. I remember among the 15 opponents he defeated in his first year, three of them chose to retire immediately after losing to him. The Taylor back then sure was strong!"
"I don't believe the Taylor today can still knock down his opponent in the first round!" The one who spoke earlier pointed towards the big screen and said, "Look, guys, the odds for Taylor winning in the first round are 41, and the odds for winning in the second and third round are 36 and 31 respectively, and the odds for winning in the fifth round has just gone back to 36. Looking at these odds, the bookmakers clearly don't think that Taylor can defeat Saunders quickly. You guys shouldn't forget that Saunders' defense is top-notch."
Following the man's statement, Dai Li shifted his gaze towards the displayed odds.
The odds for Taylor winning in the first round are 41, which means that if I bet 10,000 dollars, I would get a return of 410,000 dollars, so the profit would be 400,000 dollars. That's very profitable. Even the 36 and 31 for the second and third round are all great odds. Dai Li began calculating in his mind and prepared to place a bet.
At that moment, a voice rose behind him.
"It is impossible for Kevin Taylor to win this match!"
Everyone looked back and saw an older black man. The black man seemed to be more than 60 years old, and had an afro of white hair. He wore dark sunglasses and smoked a cigar. He wore a light green suit on his upper body and a large gold watch on his wrist. His appearance was ridiculously flamboyant. He could be placed anywhere in the world and it would still be easy to recognize him.
Behind the old man was another tall and strong man wearing a suit. His expression was cold and cruel, and it was easy to tell from one look that he was the old man's bodyguard.
Cigar, large gold chains, and huge gold watch. What's more, there's a bodyguard. Is this guy an upstart? Dai Li thought.
At that moment, someone from the group of people recognized that black man.
"Are you James King?"
"Haha, I didn't think anyone still recognized me!" the old black man said.
Someone on the side asked in a whisper, "Who is James King?"
"He's a very famous boxing agent. Kevin Taylor was the most famous boxer under him, but Taylor fired him two years ago," someone replied in a whisper.
"I think I heard it before. He's gotten some criticism from people who say that he conned a lot of Taylor's money."
"Who knows! But he was Taylor's agent for a decade, so he should know Taylor very well. We might even be able to get some insider's information from him that could help us win money!"
Everyone around the area had the same idea in their minds, so they all surrounded James King like a bunch of fans meeting their idol.
Dai Li simply smirked in contempt. From the description he received from Taylor, he knew that the old man in front of him was an agent without any professional ethics, a person who recorded a towel that cost a few dollars as costing 8000 dollars. From that point alone, Dai Li despised him greatly.
As James King was enjoying being the center of attention, he began explaining talkatively.
"Let me see the odds… If it were 12 years ago, when I first met Kevin Taylor, I would definitely advise you guys to buy him winning in the first round. But now, hmm… Haha, I really don't think that Taylor can defeat Saunders."
As he finished his sentence, he put on an exaggerated expression and intentionally deepened his voice. "Why don't I just tell it to you directly. In truth, two years ago, Taylor's condition had already deteriorated severely. There was definitely luck involved in the match where he successfully regained the championship belt back then."
"Mr. King, are you saying that the current Taylor can no longer fight? Will Saunders win?" a person on the side asked immediately.
"I didn't say that. I'm just providing you with information. As for how you decide to place your bets, that's entirely up to you. If not, would I be the one to blame if you lose money?" James King said with a laugh.
Everyone began discussing in whispers again. They were processing the information they received from James King, and someone intentionally said in a flattering manner, "Mr. King, you're also here to place a bet, aren't you? If you don't mind, I'd like to make the same selection as you."
The man was basically saying that he would place the same bet as James King.
In the casino, following others when gambling was a regular occurrence, and it was the same in betting on sports. There was always someone who would just follow in the footsteps of betting experts to make money.
James King smiled and reviewed the odds in detail, then snapped his fingers and called for the attendant.
"I'm buying 100,000 dollars for Saunders to win by a technical knockdown," James King said.
"Saunders winning through technical knockdown, the odds are at 4.2, compared to that, the odds for Saunders winning through points are 26," someone said.
"In a heavyweight boxing match, the chance of a victory by knockdown is much higher than the chance of achieving victory by points after 12 rounds," someone at the side said.
James King then continued, "Apart from that, Saunders winning in the sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth round, I'm buying 10,000 dollars for each."
Everyone looked again at the odds.
"The odds for Saunders winning in the sixth round is 26, the seventh is 21, the eighth, ninth, and tenth all have the same odds of 19."
"Mr. King clearly looks favorable to Saunders after the fifth round. Could it be Mr. King thinks that Taylor's current stamina can only last him through five rounds?"
"Mr. King used to be Taylor's agent, so he should understand Taylor's condition. Since he dared to place his bet this way, there must be a basis for it. Who knows, maybe Taylor really cannot make it to the sixth round."
"I believe in Mr. King's judgment. I'm buying Saunders to win by a technical knockdown, 50,000 dollars!"
"I'm buying 60,000. Quick, before too many people start placing their bets and affecting the odds."
In an instant, many people started to follow suit and make bets similar to James King.
The smile on James King's face grew wider. The reason he went there, apart from placing bets, was to show himself off. In other words, he was a poser. Now that he was successful in doing so, James King was immensely satisfied.
However, at that moment, a loud voice came from nowhere. "Get me 50,000 dollars on Taylor beating Saunders in the first round, and another 50,000 dollars for Taylor beating Saunders in the second round!"
At that moment, everyone was buying for Saunders to win, so that differing voice was very unexpected.
Someone is actually singing a different tune from me! The expression on James King's face immediately shifted, and he turned his head to search for the source of the voice.
What he saw was Dai Li pulling out his room card and handing it over to the female attendant. At the same time, he said, "This is my room card, put it on my account first!"


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

 Zhao Yu did not understand. He came to save Liang Sisi, but why would Liang Sisi shoot him at this crucial moment? Was it because…she was brainwashed? Did she forget that Hao Gang was the monster that imprisoned her for twenty-six years? Did she forget that Hao Gang was the murderer that killed all of her schoolmates?
Zhao Yu saw Liang Sisi aiming the gun at him, so he immediately put on the invisible bullet proof suit from the system.
Zhao Yu was too careless. He should have worn the bullet proof suit way earlier since it lasted for one hour!
"Shoot! Kill him!" Hao Gang ordered Liang Sisi. Even though Liang Sisi looked expressionless, her body was shaking. She could not pull the trigger!
"Give it to me! Come, give it to me!" Hao Gang stood up on his feet and walked towards Liang Sisi, wanting to grab the gun from in her hand.
Zhao Yu knew that since he was wearing the bulletproof suit, the gun would not have any effect on him, but when he saw the look on Hao Gang’s face, he suddenly realized that Hao Gang probably did not only want to kill him! That man was a monster. Once he got the gun, it would be hard to say whether or not he would shoot Liang Sisi!
"No! No way! If Liang Sisi dies, there won’t be any more evidence! Liang Sisi can never die!" he thought. Zhao Yu ignored the pain from his shoulder, got up, and ran towards Hao Gang. At that very moment, Hao Gang took the gun from Liang Sisi and turned around to shoot Zhao Yu!
Zhao Yu managed to grab Hao Gang’s right hand that was holding the gun and fought with him!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Hao Gang shot three bullets into the ceiling. The gun should have had four bullets, but after Hao Gang shot the three bullets, the gun only made a clicking sound.
Zhao Yu wanted to knock Hao Gang down, but he had not expected for Hao Gang to be so strong. With his shoulder injury, it made it very difficult for Zhao Yu. He could not bring Hao Gang to his knees even after a few rounds of wrestling.
Hao Gang knocked over Liang Sisi while the two of them were fighting. Liang Sisi wanted to turn around and run, but she fell straight to the ground. She knocked her head on a corner and fainted.
Ah? Zhao Yu was worried that Liang Sisi was in danger. He wanted to turn around and take a look. Hao Gang seized the chance and pushed Zhao Yu over, then finally got out of his grapple. He knew that the gun had run out of bullets, so he turned around and ran outside.
Zhao Yu turned around and saw Liang Sisi rolling around in pain on the ground, which meant she was not head. Zhao Yu could not bear the idea of Hao Gang escaping, so he immediately ran after Hao Gang as he clutched his shoulder!
Hao Gang was almost sixty-years-old, but with his consistent training, he was rather fit. Even after wrestling with Zhao Yu for a long time, he could still run pretty quickly. He was at the office door in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yu chased after him closely, no further than two meters behind. Zhao Yu wanted to jump up and grab him from the back, but Hao Gang suddenly flew back from the entrance. He seemed to have been kicked back. He flew a few meters back and fell onto his back!
"Ah…" Hao Gang groaned in pain after the huge crash.
"Hmm? What’s going on? Why did he fly back on his own?" Zhao Yu wondered. He looked up and saw someone running through the entrance alone. This person that ran into the office sent a breath of fresh air across the room. Zhao Yu looked and realized that the person was none other than Miao Ying!!
"Wow! That’s fast!" he thought in awe.
Miao Ying was wearing her sky blue sports suit, looking good in it.
Suddenly, Zhao Yu got a confidence boost, but his ego was awakened too. "I came to take out Hao Gang on my own. If he really is guilty, he was worth a billion! I can’t let Miao Ying take advantage of this," he thought.
Zhao Yu quickly took the handcuffs and put them on Hao Gang.
Miao Ying suddenly shouted at Zhao Yu, "Zhao Yu! Run! Now!"
"Huh? What?" Zhao Yu hung back. "This b*tch really wants to carry off my triumph? Asked me to run away, am I…" Zhao Yu was thinking until he was shocked by two gunshots. Holes formed on the door frame right behind Miao Ying.
Bang! Bang! Miao Ying had not managed to say much to Zhao Yu when she rolled into the office.
Just when Miao Ying jumped, a gunshot came from the door again. One hit the vase in the office door. The vase shattered, and the pieces flew apart.
Zhao Yu turned around to look at the door and saw a man with a black handgun come in. Zhao Yu had seen this person before. He was the bodyguard with a scar near the corner of his eye.
The bodyguard saw Zhao Yu and immediately aimed the gun at him! Zhao Yu reacted quickly and instinctively dodged the bullets that were shot at him. He could hear as the bullets flew past him.
The bodyguard realized that he had not shot Zhao Yu, then quickly aimed at Miao Ying instead. But she had already leapt over the office desk to hide. Bullets were shot right there and then. There were two holes on Hao Gang’s desk.
Eh?! Zhao Yu suddenly remembered something. "Ah, Fuck! I wore a one-hundred percent bulletproof suit. I shouldn’t be scared of him at all. Why am I hiding?" Zhao Yu bellowed and ran towards the man holding the gun.
The bodyguard had not expected Zhao Yu to be so fearless, but he quickly raised his gun to shoot at Zhao Yu. Miao Ying threw a chair at him when she saw that Zhao Yu was in danger.
The bodyguard was attacked from both sides and he hesitated. He raised his other hand to block the chair, but Zhao Yu was really fast and knocked him into the cupboard!
Zhao Yu was betting his life. The glass on the cupboard shattered and books flew everywhere!
Waaa….Zhao Yu head-butted the gunman’s stomach and lifted him over his head, but he was unstable because of the injury to his shoulder.
The bodyguard readjusted his wrist, intending to shoot Zhao Yu, but Miao Ying rushed over to help when she saw.
The gunman shot Miao Ying instead. Luckily, Zhao Yu was not stable and the shot tilted. It did not hit Miao Ying, but it did scare her off.
Zhao Yu roared again and threw the man onto the distorted cupboard angrily!
Plang…After the shattering sound, the bodyguard was on top of the broken cupboard, and his body was full of glass shards!
"Oh…Ah…" The bodyguard had lost his ability to fight and was only left with the strength to moan over his injury.
"Zhao Yu!" Miao Ying saw the fresh blood on Zhao Yu’s shoulder. She quickly ran over and asked, "How are you? Are you injured? They really kidnapped you?"
"Team Lead Miao!" Zhao Yu held his shoulder and asked, "How did you get here so fast? Where are the others?"
"I was worried about you, so I came first!" Miao Ying answered while she checked on Zhao Yu’s wound. "The others should be here soon!"
"How…How did you get up here?" Zhao Yu was amazed.
"I beat my way up!" Miao Ying pointed at the bodyguard, full of glass. "We do not have a search warrant, but I was afraid you wouldn’t make it, so I rushed up. Luckily you brought the phone I gave you! But where’s Hao Gang?"
"Snap!" Zhao Gang was reminded about the most important issue. But when he turned around, he realized that Hao Gang had already disappeared!


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

We were finally going to get off this island and I couldn't wait, the chopper had come back and picked us up. Bob had to blindfold us once again which still didn't make sense to me but it was a small matter. In a few hours, our blindfolds were being taken off as we were back to where we started when we made our oath. 
Bob told us to settle down and that we will be at this campsite for at least a week and we'll see all of our old mates that we started with. We simply nodded as we saluted and were dismissed. We immediately went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat after eating potatoes for so long we craved something else. 
We noticed a lot of the guys that had started with us but we ignored them. One of the guys came up to our table where we were eating and said:" I remember you guys, why are you guys dressed up in all black outfits like you guys are some kind of elite squad"?  
We all shrugged at the same time causing the guy to get annoyed as he said" are you guys the weak squad or something? Is that why you didn't participate in the training with us? you guys probably had to do some sissy training somewhere else". 
This caused all of my team to laugh as we said "sure"! we didn't want to argue with this guy and we weren't allowed to speak on our training either after we signed a contract, so all we could do is give them short answers causing them to be irritated. 
This annoying guy would not stop bickering as he challenged my team to a duel, he said: "anything is up for grabs and put $1,000 on the line saying if you guys can beat my team of five guys I'll give you 1000 dollars, my team, my brothers and I are undefeated in everything".  
We simply smiled and said "sure " causing him to be annoyed once again because we were all saying that at the same time. My team was so bonded that we were able to think as one as we didn't pay these cadets any mind because we were on a whole different level from them. 
Since we agreed he brought up the sports soccer, basketball, flag ball, hand to hand combat, and target shooting. My team all laughed when they heard that we were using sports to compete with these guys. Rex could only shake his head saying " I'm about to earn some easy money" but this didn't go unnoticed by Mod the leader of that team. 
My team knew they weren't aren't going to win a single match, as my team-mates all looked at me they realized what I was thinking and shook their heads while grinning. Mod told us all these matches were going to be five on five $1,000 is on the line if we lose we have to cough up $1,000 if they lose they have to cough up $1,000. 
In my head, I'm thinking this money won't do me any good but I'm sure my team would love it so after agreeing to the time and place we got one of the officers to officiate the matches as everybody got pumped up. The whole base was excited to see these matches and couldn't wait to start betting on them. 
Most of the bets were going towards my team as some people felt like we were Elite's not to be messed with while the others were betting on the other five because they knew them and they were the best of the best from their training camp. The team will be facing are respectively called Mod, 2, 3, 4, and 5. 
Mod is the guy that has been provoking my team while 5 is the biggest guy among them standing at 6'5. When my team and I got back to our rooms we all laughed about how much we were going to crush these guy's the next day. We went out that night to go grab some drinks, the taste of beer and alcohol was very welcoming and most of all the taste of real good food. 
When we got to the restaurant I ordered almost all of the menu, I kept eating and eating I was eating a month's worth of food at this point because I missed the taste of seasoned food so much. I don't think I ever want to see bread and potatoes again, that training camp had ruined it for me and had traumatized me as I never wanted to eat another loaf of bread or potato again in my lifetime. 
We all enjoyed each other's company as we laughed, ate and drank, after eating till I dropped, they all had to carry me back to my room as they all laughed about it. I was finally able to get to a phone in order to contact my family. Isabella was crying as she said," I missed you Daddy!! when are you going to come home"? 
I told her not anytime soon but she should be a good girl and keep practicing her moves until I come back. I talked to the rest of the family as Rasta told me everything that was going on with the building. It still was not done yet and Rihanna was around to help him out. Flo was not around but I was able to talk to Opal who told me about Isabella's training. 
Opal asked me if I cried during the boot camp because she heard it was quite difficult I laughed and said "no way". After talking to my family I called Sandra and Rihanna as I called Sandra. She connected Rihanna as we all talked three ways because they were both not around and I wanted to get them both on the line at the same time. 
They were crying saying "have you been shot? are you dead yet"? I shook my head and said," if I was dead how could I be talking to you ladies over the phone now unless you guys get calls from the dead"? This caused them both to laugh as they said "yes he is still alive, he still has his humor! 
I shook my head at this as I asked whether they thought I was going to become a robot. After laughing with them they told me about their daily life happenings after I hung up on them and went to go get some rest next days games



Eazy at 50years old woke up one day in his ten year old body happy about getting another chance at life. He gets info that he has three abilities.
This is my first time writing so I'm going to wing things as it comes to my mind please bare with me. Please point out any Grammer errors.

PS. THIS NOVEL IS NOT FOR THE WEAK HEART AND ITS NOT ALL SUNSHINE EVERYDAY THE MC WILL HAVE BAD DAYS SO IF YOU NOT READY TO SEE A MC TAKE A L PLEASE DO NOT READ.

RIP KOBE AND GIGI

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I spend the next day pushing myself through reaction training using airsoft BBs. They're clocked to shoot at 700 ft/s or just over 400 mph. The training is similar to paintball training but worse. I start earlier and it takes longer for me to start dodging them, but with breaks for eating I'm still capable of fully dodging all of the BBs by 10. The bruising is significantly worse though. The next morning I start getting back into my regular schedule so I leave early for a workout. Then I stop by Recovery Girl who gives me a glare and a lecture, but after what happened I think shes being more lenient about outside training.

The regular school day is back to normal Aizawa is there for home room and announces that we'll all be competing in the sports festival soon and this is very important for our career as a hero. Class 1-A has a bit of a conflicted meeting with the other classes of UA. 1-A is perceived as the reigning champ and everyone else is an underdog. The whole thing was really just a couple of minutes of Bakugou being Bakugou and some people showing off serious inferiority complexes.  The festival is in two weeks, so I have plenty of time to get ready. But I'm already pushing the limits of what I can do with my gun range. I need to talk to Kawaguchi. After school, I meet back in her office.

"So Kawaguchi..."

"Let me stop you right there Gin you can call me Yumi"

"Alright then Yumi the sports festival is coming up and I want to impress people. I need your help."

"I'm in. What do you need me to do?"

"Well, I think I need to show you can you come back to my apartment."

"I let you call me Yumi for a minute and you're already inviting me back to your place."

"Still 15 Yumi"

"Right, Right let's go to your apartment then"

We leave the office and take the train to my dorm. Its the first time I've used the train. I've always just been running places. We get back to my dorm then I set up the reaction range and have her watch from a distance.

"  So you set this up to train your reaction speed?"

"Yea I started with a softball, then I made this originally for paintballs, then yesterday I upgraded this to uses BBs, but I've adapted to every increase in difficulty very quickly."

"Well, I don't know how this works, because you're not reacting to the gun firing. You're reacting before the gun fires, which should be impossible because they fire from a random direction and interval. I don't how you're doing this, and I won't ask about it, but I have a few ideas."

The next two workdays we built a chamber it was like the perfected version of my proof of concept. The six faces of the chamber had built-in guns with an improved tracking program. Some guns would aim at me, some would lead me, some would trail me, and some would just be shot somewhere I could dodge to. The guns had a variety of firing options including a wide range of projectile speeds as well as intervals between launches. The most intense level is like swimming in a sea of bullets. For the next 10 days, I spend hours inside every day.  By the time of the sports festival, I'm confident I could dodge a bullet.  The training also extended my general danger sense, not just imminent danger. Like I feel a nigh imperceivable shake when someone with a strong quirk is behind me. A couple of my classmates had mentioned maybe training together, but I politely refused. I wouldn't get as much training together plus I might give myself away. Everyone seemed to accept my refusal pretty well. Except for Midoriya. Ever since he found out I was quirkless the kid has been strange. Can you both stalk and avoid someone? Because that's what it feels like he's doing. The one time he did try to talk to me it was 15% Japanese, 20% mutter, and 65% stutter. I don't have the patience for that. After that interaction, I decided to give him space until he could function around me again.

 On the last day before the festival, I cut all of my training programs and just relaxed. During work that night I reminded Yumi that she had some killer insider information. She could bet that a quirkless student would make it to rounds 2 and 3 or that a quirkless student will win. If you phrase a bet like that the odds have got to be insane. Betting is legal, but I can't bet for two reasons. First, you can't bet on something you're in. Second I'm a minor. I don't know if Yumi took that hint, but if I could bet I would. 

It's finally time the day of the sports festival. The school is packed the stadium is filled with people me and the rest of class 1-A are in our own waiting room. Slowly waiting for the event to start. It starts and Class 1-A along with all of the other first-year classes come out to the announcements of Present Mic. On stage is a hot chick in BDSM gear. She calls up the class representative. Bakugou goes up and gives a 'Speech'. Is telling everyone your better than them a speech? Then we're lead to a large tunnel for the first event the obstacle course race.

A jumpchain multiverse exploration story. Where the main character will be travelling world to world across different popular media.

This is my first foray into fiction writing. Especially long form story telling, so I apologize for the quality and hopefully I'll get better.

During the revenge, Stonexia Yrrah also get to know about some other features of OPS got unlocked like scouting, experience points, etc. With scouting feature Stonexia can check stats of other living beings just like in games HP, Life, Current Age, Expected Age and other miscellaneous stuff. Practically he can check anything on anybody. This can be done in both live mode and demo mode. 
Once when Stonexia pushed a motorbiker bully for his revenge he also noticed an notification from OPS giving him 1 experience point for killing an ant, which was unfortunate and got crushed under the weight of the motorbike. This also worked in both demo and live mode.

He can do self scouting as well and knew that he is very weak and was at level zero of human. Even the normal people who used to hard labor were at level 1 but he was at 0. So he kept killing ants, rats, flies and other common insects to gain some experience and level up. He did these killings in demo mode so that it has no effect on real life of those insects and creatures. After only one month he leveled up to 2. Level 2 humans are generally bouncers, wrestlers, fighters, cops and military men in the real world. Of course that one month was only 1 second in real world as well due to being in demo mode. This way the benefits of system were being revealed to him slowly. Although it was 1 second in real life but boredom and mental fatigue was equivalent to one month. So he immediately went to sleep after reaching level 2 in real life. 

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Real World, outside the house of Stonexia
Rats, flies, mosquitoes, ants and various other insects were swarming around the house of Stonexia. They attacked the rations and emptied whole house. Mr. and Mrs. Yrrah were terrified by the scene. Mr. Yrrah soon came out of his stupor and hurried towards room of Stonexia to wake him up for their escape. Stonexia wasn't waking up as mental fatigue was too much on his brain after his training for one month in demo mode. Mr. Yrrah tried picking him up but was surprised to see that Stonexia's weight is now too much for him to lift unlike before. Also its now that he noticed that even the physical structure of Stonexia is much more muscular as compared to his old self. For a second he felt that maybe his son started taking steroids? But he can't think of any way by which his son can buy those expensive drugs, as their family has hardly enough money to eat and they can barely afford the basic amenities. Also not waking up of Stonexia put suspicion in mind of Mr. Yrrah that their son is currently drunk or drugged. 

Mr. Yrrah shook hurriedly and put all negative thoughts on the back of his head and quickly grabbed nearby jar of water and threw it on Stonexia. And thus sweet dreams of Stonexia came to end where he was acting as superhero of the Earth and praised by whole earth. 

Mr. Yrrah explained the situation to Stonexia, and Stonexia didn't took time to figure that the so called disadvantage mentioned by system is this. He quickly confirmed it with system and got an affirmative. It's actually the instinct injection that is injected while killing/injuring/bullying during demo modes. Although the victim who is killed won't know who actually killed them so many times in demo mode but their body will naturally develop an instinctual animosity towards their killer. And as Stonexia was lazy during his training and thus hunted all insects near his house only and thus insects got a gut feeling that stonexia is their lifelong enemy, and thus they attacked house. Even insects themselves don't know that why are they attacking this house, its something that their bodies are naturally doing and brain can't stop this activity of body as they have been killed so many times that negative instinct values are too high to be controlled by tiny brains of those insects.

Mr. Yrrah also presented his suspects of drug addiction and alcohol consumption by Stonexia, but Stonexia immediately refused them and although Mr. Yrrah was unsatisfied by stonexia's explanations but due to the immediate crisis he has to let that matter go. 

Stonexia relaxed little bit and asked for a solution from the system itself to protect them from this insects horde. 

"HOST CAN TRY SWITCHING TO DEMO MODE AND FEEDING THEM OR PLAYING WITH THEM OR CARESSING THESE INSECTS AND THUS GENERATING POSITIVE INSTINCT VALUES WITH THEM.... CURRENT NEGATIVE VALUE OF MANTIS NO. 1 IS -910, FOR RAT NO.1 IT IS - 190, FOR HOUSEFLY NO. 1 IT IS .... , YOU MUST MAKE ALL THESE FIGURES TO ZERO TO -100 TO MAKE THEM LEAVE YOUR HOUSE OR +1 TO +100 OR OVER TO MAKE THEM LOYAL TO YOU AND SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF CREATING HAVOC IN YOUR HOUSE. BUT BEWARE DUE TO THEIR CURRENT NEGATIVE VALUES THEY WON'T LET YOU TOUCH THEM EASILY. BEST IDEA IS TO REBUILD THEIR HOMES THAT YOU DESTROYED AS IT WILL HELP YOU RAISE THE POSITIVE INSTINCTS QUICKLY."

Suddenly evil ideas started popping in Stonexia's mind after hearing System's explanation...
"Wow its too good. I will have my insect army and I am currently myself as strong as wrestlers. We are gonna rule the world. Also I will have another method to teach those bullies of mine some new violent lessons." 

Stonexia at once entered the kitchen and caught some raw vegetables, wheat, and other daily eatables and tools for digging. Then he activated demo mode on OPS. Whole real world paused.
(Teleportation sfx)

In demo mode, the brains of insects won't be as sharp as their real selves so it was easy to come near them and dodging their silly unconscious attacks, but he still can't dodge the enormous numbers of them, so got wounded. Even after getting wounded, he still persevered. He started feeding and caressing all the insects near his house's vicinity, and then lured them away towards their homes where he killed them earlier. Their he rebuilt the mounds for ground insects, and dug few holes for rats and provided new habitat for every insect and just doing this along with normal caressing raised the instinct values in positive numbers almost plus 200 for every creature. He continued caressing them until he felt bored and finally the values reached 1000 plus for each and every creature. Now those creatures destroyed their newly created homes themselves signalling that they want to follow Stonexia. 

Stonexia brought them back home and switched to live mode, and thus his real body appeared in outside world. Mr. Yrrah was searching for him as he had just disappeared just from behind him. On seeing him back he was little relaxed and held the arm of Stonexia to pull him towards exit door. But Stonexia remained unmoved, and showed a smile and said, "Chill Dad".

Mr. Yrrah was surprised, "Chill your head, idiot, let's hurry or we will be insect food in no time."
Stonexia still remained calm and told "What's the problem dad, they are my pets?"

Stonexia picked up few rats and put them around his shoulder and also made few flies and insects sit over his body. And those insects seems to be not hostile at all, instead they seem like enjoying as if Stonexia's body is their home. Exit door suddenly opened as Mrs. Yrrah entered who was very worried about both Stonexia and Mr. Yrrah as they had been delaying too much for their escape from this insect crisis. She was surprised too by seeing rats, mantis and flies sitting over Stonexia. 

"Why are you watching our son being attacked by those insects? Hurry and kill them?" ordered Mrs. Yrrah.

Mr. Yrrah replied "Kill them? But he says they are his pets?"

Mrs. Yrrah also remained dumbstruck after hearing this, but was convinced after seeing Stonexia patting and combing the soft furs of rat in his palm. 

"Don't worry mom i will make an different house for them outside our house in our little garden, so they won't disturb you." 

Stonexia said and immediately ordered all creatures to move outside and they marched like an well trained army and followed stonexia outside where he created new mounds, burrows, holes for those creatures. Some creatures like mantis required dense bushes so he just left them in open and they hid in the plants and trees that were already growing in garden and made their new homes themselves. 

Mr. and Mrs. Yrrah were flabbergasted but understood and consoled each other. 
"These are good signs, he was always sitting on gaming consoles or internet. It's better to have this kind of hobby rather than those games or novels. Who knows he may become an renowned Insect Expert in future?" said Mr. Yrrah
Mrs. Yrrah also agreed to this and started cleaning the mess earlier created by insects.
 
After giving creatures their new home Stonexia went in and Mr. Yrrah immediately suggested his idea to him and Stonexia started thinking about it. 
"Dad its a nice idea, although rats, flies, mantis and mosquitoes have no commercial use, but they can serve as my army for self protection. For commercial purposes we can tame honeybees and start rearing them for their honey. We can do same for hens, cows, buffaloes, goats and sheep". 

Mr. Yrrah "But it will require great investment, we are already poor and live in lowest standard house. We will not only need money for buying those pets, but also a big piece of land for them to live as well. And the pet foods are very costly too. We can hardly feed ourselves you know." 

Stonexia chuckled and thought, "No worries I can do robbery anytime with the help of my OPS." 

"HIDDEN DISADVANTAGES WILL BE TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE ON PATH OF EVIL." reminded OPS.

"Yeah right, I am a man of honor, I shouldn't' do such evil stuff." told Stonexia embarrassingly to system in his mind. 

Then he replied sincerely to his dad, "I will take loan from bank dad, so don't worry." 

Mr. Yrrah was unconvinced as he knew that to take loan some qualification are required like previous Income Tax Returns, Income Proofs etc., so he thought to apply for loan on his behalf instead from a relative who was still nice to them even after knowing the low status of their family. It was impossible to take big loans from banks etc. with their current status. But how much can a relative of a poor family provide them? But at least they can start from low like having one cow, and then investing its incomes to purchase a second and so on. But Stonexia refused the slow growth option, so he got another idea in his mind I will do Fighting or Wrestling or Boxing and all other sports. It will help him grow as well by getting experience points. Mr. Yrrah knew that Stonexia has become strong overnight, but still sports requires training and investment as well? 

But Stonexia told his dad to follow him towards an local arena where people do betting and gambling for the local street fights. He told his Dad to put all money on his winning the fights. And he went to the owner of the Arena for his registration.

It was easy to register seeing his physique, Arena Owner immediately agreed and did the paperwork within fifteen minutes. Stonexia urged the owner to fight for rankings to earn quick money. Owner agreed to his demands as well, as he can see the potential of this man. Generally street fighters are not skilled and have a level of 1 or 1.5, but even the best street fighter won't be level 2 as that level is for skilled wrestlers, boxers, kungfu masters and martial artists only. So stonexia was also confident in himself. 

Fight for rankings means a continuous bout with other fighers with little rest. There were only 19 fighters registered with Arena Owner as it was local small scale arena. So first fight of Stonexia was set up with 19th ranked street fighter and his level was at 0.9 only as expected by him. He easily crushed the opponent within one minute and earned 500 dollars from fight. He can challenge anybody upto 5 ranks higher than him and thus he challenged 14th rank street fighter who was at level 1.2 and after that he went to his dad to hand over his earnings as he has got 15 minutes of rest before next fight.

Mr. Yrrah had little doubt about the victory of his son so he didn't bet all his fortune and spent only half of his lifetime earnings. Now he has overall 3500 dollars, 2000 (money received after betting) + 1000 (his own earning that he saved earlier) + 500 (earning from Stonexia). He was very happy seeing this quick way of earning, "I knew my son is an hidden genius." Stonexia rolled his eyes listening this "Then why didn't you bet your full amount? And also its the first time i am hearing this from you?"

Mr. Yrrah felt little awkward but shamelessly said, "It was for your benefit, i don't want my son to be egoistic, i was waiting for right chance and today is that chance. Also for betting amount i am little regretful for not betting whole amount but worry not my next bet will be all 3500 dollars. Make sure to make them 7000". 

"8000 not 7000, you are forgetting about my prize for next win, it will be 1000 dollars as his purse is higher than the previous fighter."

"Yeah beat the hell out of that guy and keep climbing we must earn at least 100,000 dollars to start our business."

"Yeah no worries dad", he threw the wet towel towards his dad and went towards ring.

After two minutes announcement was made "Stonexia Yrrah is the winner and is new rank 14th." After half an hour "Stonexia is winner and he made it to 9th rank." 
After another half an hour "Stonexia is the winner and he has made it to 4th rank and has challenged the top rank Charlee Garcia for the Local Arena Championship."

He did all fights after switching to Live mode and thus gaining experience as well for defeating the opponents, currently his Level is 2.2 as well. Experience from defeating humans was much higher than puny 1 exp of crushing ant or housefly. He made total earnings of little over 40,000 dollars already.

Stonexia Yrrah who was an poor simpleton loved reading novels with op characters and playing games. Rest of his social life was totally dull. He rarely stepped out of his house. Even his neighbors don't know about his existence. Of course the reasons for this is  society itself which used to bully him when he was kid. When he became adult he was bullied by college mates. Being poor even his parents couldn't support him or protect him from his bullies. After college, which he barely passed by minimum grade he had hard time finding a job to earn money. Even in job he was bullied by seniors and once he was forced to resign as well by a senior who wanted to use him as a stepping stone. After losing job, he has nowhere to go, nowhere to live, he was afraid to do suicide as well being a coward, so he simply pleaded to lord and asked for the reason of his existence? He just demanded one thing if their is no reason for his existence then simply provide him a painless death. 

"There is a reason for your existence. Here you go." 
(Animation of lightning thunders and cloud blasting "BANG" echoed)

"BOOTING UP OVERPOWERED SYSTEM."


Author's Note - The summaries of various novels will be posted in it too so it can help you save your spirit stones :)

"Have you bought one yet?"
Nobody could have expected what exactly would happen as a result of the above phrase becoming one of the most popular greetings among mages.
"Last night I had a dream in which my ancestor informed me that this time, it'll definitely be red-blue, red-purple, and black-white!"
Did that sound confusing? Each color combination represented a choice. This was much simpler than number combinations. It was much easier to understand, right?
Yep, this was a lottery system. Apart from a crazy archmage like me who was actually from another world, who else would think of starting a lottery system in a magical fantasy world in order to earn money?
As for this young mage who supposedly received a message from his ancestor in his dream, he was no different to those lottery addicts from my original world. He decided to spend his entire family's fortune on this one series of colors.
Of course, compared to my original world where, in China, the lottery system often had tricks involved and the lottery holders themselves often won their own lottery, I considered myself quite conscientious. I merely had my own people win only 30% of the total lottery rewards.
What? You think I'm immoral? Actually, I considered myself quite moral compared to many lottery officials.
Those who won prizes in my lottery didn't win only gold coins. After all, there were plenty of mages who were already quite rich. My prize pool contained rare magical ingredients, Thorn Garden's limited-edition goods that couldn't be purchased in the store, Justice Points, and even the right to be taken in as a disciple by an Emblem of Endless Truth archmage. These potential prizes successfully allured mages into playing my lottery.
I also intentionally raised the rate of winning prizes during the first few cycles of the lottery. Plenty of mages even won the consolation prize, the limited-edition Iron Horse #8, nicknamed Red Lightning. The winners happily rode their new red steeds and raced everywhere, causing certain collectors to even go into a mania trying to obtain one.
What was with the name of Red Lightning? Actually, they were just the same as Iron Horse #7, just with an outer layer of red paint and renamed #8…
What? Merely changing the color scheme and counting it as a limited-edition product seemed like a devious tactic…? Actually, I felt that I was quite moral! At the very least, I didn't start selling the Red Lightnings at a jacked-up price by simply claiming that they were limited editions. I was even kind enough to change the name!
Fine then, I supposed I was a devious no-good merchant, but was there such a thing as a successful merchant who wasn't devious and no-good? At the very least, I provided the mages with entertainment while I made money for myself. Plenty of people had fun.
And once certain things got started, they would be quite hard to stop, especially since the natives here were "honest" folk that had never known addictions. Once they got started, how would I possibly let them stop… After they took the bait, the prizes they won became the least important. The excitement and anticipation at revealing what prize they could get, just like people making random draws in a cell phone game, was what people became addicted to the most.
And this was just a beginning. They would soon become numb if I merely repeated the same type of stimulation over and over again. I needed to give them endless amounts of new things they could bet on.
"Who do you guys think will win this time? Jinya's Mega Apollo, or Manastorm's Maniac Gear 07?"
"I think the result will be the same as last time, with both of them exploding before they reach the finish line. Damn it, who could have guessed that there would be such a result last time? I bet on the goblins last time and lost so much money!"
"Hmph, that's because you all still don't know enough about engineers. Last time, I bet that neither the goblins nor the dwarves would reach the finish line. There was a 1:3 betting ratio so I won three times my bet! But still, it was such a pity as I was too conservative with how much I bet. Otherwise, I could have made so much money…"
"Damn, you actually bet successfully on such a ridiculous result? Why were you so conservative?"
"I was quite hesitant at the time. If only I bet on neither side being able to finish even half the race. That would have been a 1:9 betting ratio!"
"Amazing. How about we all bet on the same thing as you next time?"
"Oh, how you heard? Since too many people are betting this time that nobody will reach the finish line, the betting ratio has already been changed to 1:0.8. It's such a pitfall. But I feel like that's the only place to bet."
"Hmph, how dumb of you. I heard that due to last time, both the goblins and dwarfs were so angry that they spent great amounts of effort in making improvements. Not only that, Blue Tower's Iron Horse team is joining in for this next race. Do you really think nobody will reach the finish line?"
"How come I've never even heard of this, damn it! The race's hosts are so insidious!"
Goblins vs. Dwarfs was the name of the newest popular competition that these mages were currently discussing. Goblin engineers and dwarf engineers would assemble their racecars and participate in an obstacle course race against each other. During the race, they would be allowed to interfere with each other; tossing rockets and small explosives at each other was as commonplace as breathing. The first to cross the finish line would be the winner.
However, since the goblins and the dwarfs went overboard during the last race, becoming seriously angry with each other to the point of exploding both teams' race cars, many spectators were dissatisfied about how there was no victor at all in the end. So this time, another team volunteered to join in—the Blue Tower Iron Horse Squad. Although their equipment and speed were far behind the goblin and dwarf engineers' custom modified Iron Horses, as long as the goblin and dwarf race cars kept exploding and attacking each other on the way, the Iron Horse squad would naturally become the only victors in the end. And so, after news about this spread, people viewed the Iron Horse Squad as the most reliable one to bet on, but…
"How are the betting spreads looking like? What result will be the most profitable for us?"
"Fewest people are betting on the goblins as their race car is always exploding before reaching the end of the track. The most commonly bet-on team is the Blue Tower Iron Horse Squad. If they win, we'll be losing a huge amount of money with the current betting ratios."
"Okay, install the newest and most reliable engines in Jinya's race car, while secretly loosening the gears in Manastorm's race car. We're going to make the goblins into the victor of the next race. Right, is the new project ready yet?"
"Of course. 'Goblins vs. Dwarfs 2: Hot Air Balloon Airships vs. Combat Helicopters' will soon be available!"
"Yep, make plenty of advertisements for them and begin selling tickets to the first show in preparation to scam mon—er—sell betting tickets. But remember, there's an iron rule that only those with Gold rank and above are allowed to be the goblins' and dwarfs' pilots. With how their contraptions are, any with a lower power level is likely to die sooner or later. Is there any news from the other mage organizations?"
In order to help increase the sales for the best and most expensive front-row seats to the competitions, I made the front-row tickets into a mini collection game which awarded a random card each time. If one collected a full set of cards, they would be able to exchange the cards for a free Iron Horse. Of course, there were two specific cards that I had less than ten copies printed, so this seemingly excellent way of receiving an Iron Horse for free by simply buying the most expensive tickets had only given out few Iron Horses so far.
"While there were a few mage organizations that objected to some activities, there were no mage organizations that are actually taking action against you. After all, we really lack good entertainment, which leaves everyone quite bored. Even those who didn't join in the betting can simply enjoy watching the competition. Oh, but there are many that hope that they can enter the competition themselves. However, they want to use their own steeds, such as phantom horses, hell travelers, and so on…"
"…Let them join in the next competition. I've already prepared the advertisement's slogan: 'The mage racers intending to take revenge for the Blue Tower mage's failure.' But you need to accurately test their steeds' abilities first for top speed and natural talent abilities. No more dragon knights or frost giants that are overwhelmingly more powerful than everything else. Such shows won't earn us any money!"
The first few rounds had allowed other mages to participate freely as they pleased, until a top-level summoner decided to participate and summoned a flying SemiDragon that flattened the goblins' race car. Another brought out a frost giant that kicked Manastorm and the dwarfs' race car out of the obstacle race in a single blow. "Don't you dare use your stinky shoes to kick a dwarf, and don't you dare kick a dwarf's mecha!"—Manastorm. The competition became absolutely boring to watch as there was no doubt who would win so we began to limit who could participate. We would publicly list all information about the race's participants beforehand.
"It doesn't matter who wins the race. Since we're the house, the house always wins."
Okay then, I admit that from a certain standpoint, this was indeed rather immoral of us as we were intentionally manipulating those who won the races. Since I was shameless enough to get the mages addicted to gambling in the first place, I no longer cared if I acted even more shamelessly. But based on my usual premonitions, I knew that good things like this wouldn't last long.
"The Mystical Blade's tax department is here again. They want to check our account books."
"Tsk, those carrion birds have such excellent noses. Tell them that this isn't something under their jurisdiction. We're not making any transactions or trades here, we're merely holding a competition. As for the tiny amount of betting going on… the Mage Country doesn't have a gambling tax yet. Tell them that they're free to come collect taxes from us after the Mage Country passes such a law!"
"Okay, but what about Her Ladyship?"
"Her Ladyship? Who's that?"
"Lady Cher. She's the one leading the tax department again…"
As expected of a daughter, never loyal to her family. Just how many days did I know her before she was turning on me…? Wait a moment, why am I calling her my daughter? This was all still just an unknown, an unknown!
"She's not Her Ladyship in our family, and I don't have a daughter! How am I supposed to live like this! I haven't even gotten married yet! What am I supposed to do if word of this spreads? That little girl Cher? Just make her wait outside!"
Suddenly, the young brat giving me the report had a strange expression as he looked at me. Then, I heard a soft cough behind me that sounded familiar.
"Cough, it reassures me to know that you think like this… Everyone, come check the accounts together. We're first going to go over Thorn Garden's sales taxes for their transactions. Be careful, the owner of this store is incredibly sly and clever. Only checking the account books won't be enough. We're going to start from the warehouse…"
The blue-haired Cher was most definitely angry as she started giving orders to her companions. It seemed that I was going to be losing a lot of money again—no—I couldn't give up! That girl seemed tough on the outside, but she had a soft heart inside. Perhaps begging her would work!
"Wait, wait, my good and obedient daughter, it's not easy for daddy to make some money. At least leave me some retirement funds."
At this moment, everyone was shocked at just how shameless I was capable of being. Meanwhile, a certain silly cat who brought Cher in here, fully intending to see the awkward situation it would put me in, was now laughing so hard that she was rolling around on the ground.
Well, in the end, thanks to all the mages' passion for gambling, I was highly successful in being able to make the money I needed for funding my projects.
Of course, there were some slight side effects, such as how my reputation became even stranger… Reputation? Could it be eaten?
Even I was surprised by how lacking in entertainment the mages were. Although the mages had so much knowledge, their daily lives were quite simple and boring. In front of certain temptations, particularly since the mages were bad at controlling their own spending habits, they were really easy to fool. I looked at my real accounts and simply did some rough estimations and discovered that the income from selling betting tickets far exceeded what I made from Thorn Garden.
And since I earned money, I was naturally going to spend it, as long as the money was worth my time. I was quite attracted by the treasure troves of several-hundred-year-old archmages. Their treasure troves wouldn't be in any way inferior to dragons' treasure troves, and since I was a mage as well, of course I would be attracted to the most by magical secrets. Of course, since my specialty was rather unconventional, this would attract some controversy.
"You want to make a trade with the 'Soul Demon Association' which is under the Sword of Order? They have an absolutely terrible reputation, and they're all undead mages. Graverobbing and stealing is practically an everyday occurrence for them. Are you sure that you want to associate with them? Aren't you worried that your reputation will be affected?"
"…Can my reputation get any worse than Yongye's?"
This one sentence of mine blocked off everyone else's complaints, and I satisfactorily looked through the information I purchased from the Soul Demon Association. From a certain standpoint, although Harloys taught me my foundational undead magic, most of it was actually self-taught in a haphazard fashion. It would be different from the Soul Demon Association which would have a systematic way of treating undead magic, and comparing my magic to theirs would benefit me greatly.
By the way, if it weren't for Yongye's reputation, perhaps this mage organization that was quite ill-reputed wouldn't have been willing to make an equivalent exchange with me. They indeed looked down on fair trades. Nor would they have given me such top-level undead magic information.
There was now a large amount of undead magic information before me, including much that was limited or one-of-a-kind. Although I still didn't know how to fix my undead magic Soul Imprint, it was sufficient to shore up the gaps in my knowledge as well as give me plenty of inspiration.
"…Amelia has already surpassed me. I'm so envious of her wood spirits and Forest of Dreams. With all this new undead magic information, I can still try creating something new even if I'm unable to create Undead Lords on the level of my Seven Deadly Sins."


This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.
“Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”
“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”
I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

He sighted James' car as it was driven into the compound of a big restaurant in Abuba Street but he drove on. He needed to park somewhere totally different and far away from the venue of the naming ceremony. He soon left his car at a popular car wash and proceeded back on his legs to the venue the naming ceremony was taking place, he had gotten his invite through ways best known to him and he couldn't be stopped by the guards at the gate but he decided to wait and watch first.
He crossed to the other side of the road and located a Sports betting shop on the second floor of a big building which had several shops and stores in it. He proceeded to the sports betting shop hurriedly but instead of entering, he stood at he balcony, resting his arm on the handrail. There he was able to get a very clear view of the Vice President's house entrance. He put on his field glasses and adjusted the size of image formed with the aid of the tiny roller attached to the left hinge.
'Hello man, you wanna play?' Someone asked from behind, tapping him softly on the shoulder.
'Yea, I'm waiting for a friend to join me.' He replied without looking at the person.
'Okay,' he could hear the person respond and walk away.
He kept on monitoring the entrance to the house, he pulled the glass down to his nose to check his wristwatch with his bare eyes. It was just a minute past the stated time for the commencement of the naming ceremony, invitees were still walking in, their cars had been parked at a fenced and secured space just besides the venue.
People, both male and female, dressed in different ways but mostly in native wears, were allowed to enter into the house after being confirmed at the gate. Most of them were in groups of two; male and female, and they wore almost the same design and color of cloth.
Soon, he saw James go in. He kept on watching as more guests continued to enter until they drastically reduced and finally stopped. He stood straight as he took off his eyeglasses and rubbed his eyes briefly with his palm, he took in a short breath and began to proceed downstairs. He didn't see any sign that Samantha had entered into the place, neither did he see any suspicious thing but he was very aware that she was capable of entering as usual as every other guest would, without raising any suspicion.
_____
'Here's Bevo Hotels,' the tricyclist announced to Aisha.
She continued taking selfies with her phone's front camera while the the tricyclist pulled over for her to drop. Waiting hurrying, she took out her mirror to check her face, repeating exactly the same process she followed when she entered the tricycle.
'Here,' she said, handing a five hundred naira note to the tricyclist as he and the other passengers stared at her impatiently to get out of the vehicle.
'Madam, do you have twenty naira, so I can give you four hundred and fifty naira?' the tricyclist asked.
'The fare is seventy naira?' Aisha asked as she finally stepped out of the tricycle.
'Yes,' the cycler replied.
'Just give me four hundred naira and keep the rest,' Aisha said. The man gave her four hundred naira and drove off immediately. She turned back to face the hotel and stood still, staring at the sign board for a couple of seconds. She covered her mouth slightly with the back of her palm as she yawned, she looked to the left and right direction to check if she'll see anyone or the man on green she had seen making a call through the mirror which she pretended to be checking her face with. She used her hand to brush back her hair and proceeded into the hotel.
Cole's call came in as she stepped into the reception. 'Hey boy,' she said as she answered.
'What's up? I just got into Lagos few minutes ago,' Cole replied.
'I got to Lagos more than an hour ago and I'm now at Bevo Hotels in Ikeja,' Aisha replied.
'Hope no one is trailing you?'
'Someone is, I saw a guy on green speaking to someone on phone and watching the tricycle I boarded move,' Aisha replied.
'Is he aware you saw him?'
'No, I didn't look at him directly, I use the magnifying glass I got from boss.'
'Okay, I believe you know what next to do right?'
'Yes, I do.'
'Cool, I'll come closer to you soon, make sure you raise an alarm whenever you need me.'
'Okay, thanks.' she said she ended the call.
'Good evening miss,' she turned to the receptionist.
'Good evening ma, you're welcome to Bevo Hotels.'
'Thank you, I'll like to book a room for twenty four hours,' Aisha said.
'Okay, what kind of room would you like?' the receptionist asked, turning a card on the desk to Aisha.
'Hmm… This,' Aisha replied after going through the list for some seconds. She placed a finger on it as she turned the card back to the receptionist.
'Okay, please wait while I fix one for you.'
____
Tarasha located the table where the newly born baby's parent at the front before settling with some other guests at a table at the far end of the canopy. She took off her sunshades and crossed her legs, fixing her gaze towards the Islamic clerics who moderated the ceremony.
She felt her phone vibrate in her bag and she took it out. She took a quick glance around the place before swiping down the notification bar. She clicked reply and a box popped up.
'Boss, I'm being followed.' the message from Aisha displayed.
'Where are you now?' she typed in and sent. She took another glance around as the box still showed 'Aisha is typing'.
'I've settled in the hotel room,' the reply came in.
'You know what to do, carry on and keep me updated about any new development.' she replied.
'Okay Boss,' Aisha's reply entered and went offline immediately.
___
With the cameras hung around his neck, he walked up the aisle, taking shots of different sections of the place. He would pause at times to occasionally stare at the guests' faces, especially the younger ladies. None was like the face in the picture nor was there any with a semblance to her.
Maybe she didn't come, he thought to himself. Maybe she had decided to attack Chief Elvis at his office or maybe she wasn't planning to attack anyone that day. He smiled as he turned to the front of the high table and took two shots of smiling Rikau, he was hundred percent sure Rikau's smile would have turned to a frown if he knew he was the disguised photographer. He began to walk back again, being more careful and taking less pictures, he was sure that Tarasha could suspect him if he refused to apply care. He finally stood at the back behind all the seated guests and folded his arms with his camera hung around his neck.
________
**Lagos, Nigeria**
'WELCOME TO LAGOS,
By this time, I know you should have arrived safely and I believe it would be nice to be the first to welcome you.
I would like to remind you of some of the things we agreed on, especially the ones you've broken already. We agreed that no one, including Tarasha should know about your movement here but I'm aware that you already told her your plans before coming. Well, whether she's aware or not, it won't save your parents from our hands; it's your obedience to the rules we give you that'll matter.
We also agreed on meeting each other without weapons or plans to attack each other. So make sure that you come with any weapon anytime we're supposed to meet.
Today by 8pm, meet me at Bolevian Garden unfailingly.
Attached below is another video of your parents. I'm sure you'll like it.'
Aisha read through the email quickly. Her finger hovered around the attached video as she contemplated whether or not to download. She closed her eyes and forced out a breath before closing the window, she refused to download it as she would not want to see a video of her parents being tortured again.
She dropped the phone and continued with the makeup. She was seated at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. She wore an apron-like material to protect the clothes she was putting on from being stained.
In four minutes time, her face had changed form, she now carried somebody else's face on hers.
'Cole, are you closer now?' She said into her device as she rose up.
'Yes, I'm in Ikeja now. I'm tracking you to locate the hotel.' Cole replied.
'Notify me immediately you pick my location,' she replied back.

This story is about a Lady Assassin who was
trained in Russia, specially skilled in the art and
carrying out the job with no fears, restraints or
apologies.
She became so powerful and was greatly feared
by several of her male counterparts, including
some of the masters who trained her. She hated
so many things, God was number one on her
hatred list.
She came down to Nigeria and was still involved
in her profession until she met someone who
was willing to help her start a new life.
But people from the past came into her life
bringing back old memories. Then she met her
match, another fierce assassin

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
It was not Beny's first time coming to annoy them. He even abused his noble status to grant himself access to the Chinese team's resting area. There were times when Mu Ningxue really had the urge to toss the man into the canals again in annoyance, just like Mo Fan had!
"Prince Beny, I believe it's time for you to go back to your place. It's meaningless for you to provoke us here!" Jiang Shaoxu snapped.
"I am not taking part in the match. Besides, I've already asked your superior, and he has granted his permission," Prince Beny replied firmly.
"My teacher did not reject your request out of politeness, and yet you're shameless enough to barge your way in. You are clearly siding with the Spanish team, and yet you've come to our spot. Are you trying to eavesdrop when we are discussing our strategy?" Jiang Yu said suspiciously.
Jiang Yu already considered Mo Fan his friend, and this Beny had come to flirt with Mu Ningxue. Jiang Yu would not allow anyone to take advantage of his friend's woman!
Although there were no royal families in China, in terms of social status, the representatives on the Chinese team were not inferior to the royal family of Spain. As such, apart from Mu Tingying, who might actually treat Prince Beny seriously, the others completely disregarded his existence.
The truth was, after listening to him blabbering non-stop, Jiang Yu realized that Mo Fan had done the right thing by tossing this self-important jerk into the canals!
"Friend, what did you mean by that? Do you think it is necessary for the Great Spain to eavesdrop on your strategy and formation? Don't forget, we placed thirteenth in the last World College Tournament, and your team was disqualified right at the beginning!" Beny was not happy with the accusation, and mercilessly riposted.
"Damn it, don't even mention the last World College Tournament. Your team would have run back home with their tail between their legs if they encountered the American team like we did!" Jiang Yu said furiously.
"Jiang Yu, what's up with you? Have you forgotten everything I taught you? Where are your manners?" Pang Lai glared at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu immediately lost his spirit. He did not dare oppose his teacher.
Prince Beny laughed gloatingly when he saw Pang Lai scolding Jiang Yu.
The prince from Spain seemed to have been spoiled growing up. He did not bother concealing his emotions, as if there was no need for him to mind others due to his status.
"Prince Beny, aren't you supposed to go back? The match is about to begin," Pang Lai said.
"I'm waiting for that coward. I already told you, it was that guy who treated me impolitely first! The media is full of the news of me being tossed into the canals, and he damaged my reputation. I must settle the dispute with him once and for all!" Prince Beny said.
"So how are you going to settle it?" Mo Fan's voice rang out.
Prince Beny chuckled as soon as he saw Mo Fan. He said with a provoking look, "You've finally shown yourself! It turns out that you still have some courage left. I, however, don't mind telling you that I've asked the Spanish team to give you some special treatment. You will pay if you dare participate in the match!"
"Prince Beny, are you threatening my student?" Pang Lai frowned and said discontentedly.
"I was just saying! If you think I was threatening him, that's up to you!" Prince Beny replied haughtily, disregarding Pang Lai's question.
"So you think your team is very strong, and you're surely going to beat us?" asked Feng Li. His bad temper could no longer stand it.
"We aren't that strong, but I believe we have quite a good chance to best your team!" Beny said.
In Beny's eyes, Spain was obviously going to be stronger than China, either because of their ranking during the last World College Tournament, or their global influence.
"Very well, you're pretty confident..." Feng Li was starting to lose his calm because of the Spanish fop.
Initially, Feng Li had decided not to let Mo Fan take part in the match, as he was late and clearly lacked discipline. He wanted to teach Mo Fan a lesson, just so he would behave well next time.
However, after hearing Prince Beny's comment, Feng Li believed it was necessary to release the mad hound.
"Mo Fan, since Prince Beny has specifically asked to settle the dispute with you, you will be facing the so-called students of their royal family then!" Advisor Feng Li declared.
Mo Fan grinned. This Prince Beny seriously thought he was afraid!
"Don't worry, I'll do my best; I will make sure our team won't lose too horribly," Mo Fan said mockingly.
"Oh, yeah, just do your best, we won't blame you if you lose," Feng Li instinctively chimed up in concert with Mo Fan when he saw Mo Fan putting up an act.
"Hey, I would really like to motivate myself, aren't they setting up a bet out there? Help me bet two hundred million on our team winning the match," Mo Fan yelled in Zhao Manyan's direction indifferently.
"Two hundred million? Do you have that much… oh, oh, that's indeed a brilliant way to motivate yourself. If you lose, the two hundred million will be gone just like that, but, that's the spirit, alright, I'll bet two hundred million for you!" Zhao Manyan said.
"Prince Beny, I heard your royal family is in charge of most of the trade happening between the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, meaning that you must be pretty rich, too. Why don't you place a bet to cheer for your team?" Mo Fan challenged him.
"Two hundred million, that's...that's a bit...how about this, I'll bet a hundred million, I don't really have so much cash on me, (cough cough)!" Prince Beny twisted his lips with an unwilling expression.
As a matter of fact, a hundred million was quite a crazy amount of money. Even among Advanced Mages, it was rare to see anyone daring enough to bet a hundred million on a match. However, if Prince Beny withdrew after being provoked by Mo Fan like that, it meant he was simply bullshitting!
He could only afford to bet half the amount. The truth was, Prince Beny was totally unaware of Mo Fan's background, but he knew who Zhao Manyan was. The financial status of the Zhao Family from China was comparable to the royal family of Spain.
Betting a hundred million was fairly shocking, yet it did not mean he could not get it back. It was legal to bet for the matches of the World College Tournament, and the odds were calculated based on the stakes placed on both teams.
Prince Beny remembered that the odds were currently three to one, meaning that if Spain won, the stake placed on the Chinese team would be split among those that bet on the Spanish team. Betting a hundred million would win him around thirty million.
However, if the Chinese team won, those who bet on the Chinese team would earn triple the stake they placed!
It was similar to sports betting. The World College Tournament had always been a pool of gold for many, as betting was legal in the tournament.
The odds were adjusted based on the stakes placed on both teams. It was fair, since if the dark horse won, those who bet on it would earn a great deal, while those that followed the trend and bet on the expected winner would lose!
The truth was, Mo Fan was basically broke at the moment. The eight hundred million he tried his best to save up was all taken away by Asha'ruiya. He was only fooling around when he yelled at Zhao Manyan. The man was quite smart too, and did not call him out on the spot. He immediately played his role to trick Prince Beny into betting a hundred million too.
Unfortunately, despite how arrogant Prince Beny was, he was not stupid enough to bet two hundred million!
But… making him lose a hundred million was fine, too!
"Fine, a hundred million it is, it turns out that the confidence you have in your team is nothing but talk. Enough provoking, what are you waiting for here? Just go back to your place, stop being an eyesore here," Mo Fan scoffed.
Prince Beny had a grim face. As a matter of fact, he could not really afford to lose a hundred million in a bet. Being a member of the royal family did not mean he had picked all his money up off the ground!
---
Mo Fan was amused when he saw Beny leave with his tail between his legs. This prince was actually quite stupid to believe that he had actually bet two hundred million on his team to win. He actually sent someone to place the bet for him!
"Mo Fan, aren't you too reckless? Money doesn't come easily, how can you bet so much on the match?" Dean Song He said.
"I was only fooling around with him. How could I possibly have that much money?" Mo Fan said.
"Oh, so you weren't being serious… but why did I see Zhao Manyan going away to place the bet?" Song He said.
Mo Fan was stunned for a moment. He immediately turned around and discovered that Zhao Manyan had actually gone missing!
-F**k me! Shit's going down!-
"Participants, in your position!" the judge declared as Mo Fan was about to go and stop Zhao Manyan from placing the bet.
Once the judge made the announcement, the participants were required to show up on the stage immediately. Mo Fan was initially planning to chase after Zhao Manyan, yet he was dragged onto the stage by Feng Li forcibly!
"Jiang Yu, go stop that idiot, I don't have any money on me!" Mo Fan cried.
"F**k me, why didn't you say it earlier! I thought you were crazy, betting so much money on the match!"
"Enough talk, go!"
"I think we're too late… look at the odds, the number on our side dropped by a decimal point," Jiang Yu said.
Mo Fan looked up at the screen and discovered that the odds had indeed changed!
Although the bet was open to the whole world, meaning that the stake would be fairly huge, a bet of two hundred million was not small, either, and it was more than enough to change the odds by a decimal point.
However, the little drop of a decimal point was enough to make Mo Fan's heart explode.
-Is he a pig!?
-Is Zhao Manyan a pig!?-
Mo Fan had been setting up other people for his whole life, yet it turned out that he had been set up by the pig this time!
The man had actually bet two hundred million on the match. If the Chinese team lost, Mo Fan would be done for!


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

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