A girl who had just finish going through a heart break, falls in love with the agent that found an apartment for her in the unversity and dates him knowing they are two opposites world, they go through ups and downs. Will they eventually end up together?

The story begins with Nelarma. Formerly known as Hereva, Nel has been reborn. (Uh oh, yet another reincarnation novel) However, he isn't the only one reborn. There is another. His name is Kai. He and his twin brother seem to be the only other ones in this world who can understand his struggles. Though Kyln hadn't been reincarnated, he has had more than enough knowledge passed on to him by Kai, so he can easily relate to Luke. Unfortunately, Kai isn't exactly the type to connect with others. Watch as I torture them *cough* Kai *cough*, and see why the two *cough* or more *cough* have been reincarnated into this new world. (If you are in any way uncomfortable with the LGBTQ+ community, I don't recommend reading this book)

It is delibirate story of how a young boy goes through the stages of grief. Death, loss, and suffering will always be present but what matters is how he handles it.

"A child could only know so little, but what if he knows more?"

Collection of thoughts about different situations , stages & moment of life

*Knock Knock*
Raden opened the door.
"Mister Liang you're invited to the seven families banquet."
A guard gave him a letter.
'Oh?' 
It was obvious that his actions would have caused some ruckus, but he didn't expect that the most powerful families of the viscounty would give him so much attention.
He was invited to the wedding of the princess of the Li clan that would be held in three days. Usually, those events would be an excuse for the families to forge alliances and recruit new members.
'The Li clan...first between equals. Do they really value me so much?'
The Li clan was the one that administered the Academy. Holding the title of viscounty, they would try creating some balance between all the other clans: by inviting some talents in such a big event they could check which clan would recruit who.
'It's going to be interesting...'
'Well, it's time to take my cauldron!'
**********
*Knock Knock*
No one opened the door.
'Ah, well he's probably teaching or something...'
'What if I were to-' 'Nope. I respect personal privacy and wouldn't do anything like entering into houses without permission or something...'
Yet it was so tempting...
Then Raden thought about his teacher Qi Cultivation level.
'He's at least a Dantian Opening'
In comparison, a Dantian Opening was as strong as a Mid Second Stage Body. Actually comparing the two would be difficult since Body Cultivation had arbitrary distinctions between realms and stages, lacking bottlenecks or breakthroughs
'The library! I should look there for Body Cultivation Arts!'
...
*Knot*
Raden put his Red Badge on his chest proudly. He obtained it at the end of the trial, situated in the screen room.
He entered the library, displaying his badge at the supervisor, an old man, he seemed in his seventies bald and with a long white beard.
"Oh, I see you're the famous Jin Liang."
"Yes, I am." Jin Liang said proudly.
'...'
"Yes, I am." Raden said.
"Eheh, truly the new generations shall surpass the old. Here you can borrow books from the third floor."
"Thanks." The library, as most things in the academy, was divided into five floors, each one for a student rank.
Raden was walking away when he heard...
"Ah, be careful in the noble meeting!" 
'How does he k-?'
"Yes, I'll be. Thanks, elder."
He laughed stroking his beard, giving the impression of a grand sage.
'I want to do it too!' He thought instinctually. 'A shame I have no beard...'
He went up to the third floor directly.
'What a nice elder, I really want to check his background.' Raden smiled.
He starting browsing through Alchemy books and found disappointed that there were no high-level books.
'It seems that my teacher is really powerful...'
He started browsing through Body Cultivation Arts, searching for the higher grades ones.
He finally stumbled upon one.
<<Mid Earth Grade Book>>
A book like that would be sold at five thousand gold coins!
He started reading it.
'The cell needs some energy to function, a surplus would make the cells become more powerful, this is the basis of the Body Path! Naturally, this process occurs in Qi Cultivators in little quantity: some of their energy nourish the cell when circulating through the pathways, but this technique will allow you to strengthen your body faster...'
...
<<Wuxia Body levelled up!>>
'Beautiful, I was so immersed than I completely forgot to be in a library!'
'Wait...was it because it was so beautiful that I was immersed?'
"Oh, did you notice something boy?"
"AH!"
It was the library supervisor.
"We're closing for the night."
*Coff Coff* "Sure. Can I ask you something?"
"Feel free to ask."
"Why was I so immersed in that book?"
The librarian smiled.
"It is for the writing."
"Please, enlighten me further."
"The writing, you know the book was written by a Writer!"
'Wow, I absolutely didn't expect that!' He thought sarcastically.
"Don't undervalue the Writer profession! In that profession, you write books that contain a trace of your understanding of the world. The clarity of the message and the understanding of it depends on a writer. Why were you so immersed in that book and not in Alchemy one, for example? It's for the writer!"
'He must be a Writer...'
"And I am one, boy!"
'I knew...still I'm interested.'
"Do you want to know about my profession?"
"..."
He smiled in excitement.
'What is he doing?'
"Ahah! I'm happy to teach you! The Writer is an occupation based on Soul Traces: those excite your Soul and make you feel immersed. The quality of the writing material is also important.."
'Is he giving me a lesson? Did I accept or something?'
"For example writing on Jade boost your Soul Traces and..."
'Well...I might as well learn.'
...
'HE TALKED ONLY ABOUT THE 'GLORIOUS HISTORY' OF WRITING!!!!' Raden was exasperated.
"Ahah, boy! I didn't talk to a person for so long from ages!"
'And I understand why...'
"Feel free to return here, I'll teach some new lessons on Writing!"
"Yes, elder. Goodbye."
"Ah, by the way, my name is Ping Zui, goodbye!"
As Raden walked out of the crowd he heard some whispers.
"Did he really stand up one of his lessons?"
"A hero, a great hero!"
"He must have some problems..."
'...'
**********
*Knock Knock*
"Oh, Jin Liang! Please."
"Ah...Where's my cauldron?"
"You boy care only about material things and not about my hearth!"
"Yes, that's true."
"Good, I do it too. I've sent some servants to transport the cauldron to your new home!"
"New home?"
"Yeah, the Red Disciple home..."
"Ah!"
The Academy was organized in a concentric manner: the lower rank disciple on the outside and higher rank inside with each ring protected by guards. In each ring, there would be the schools and markets, while the Ki Tower and the teacher houses would be outside. Ai Bai was the only teacher who had his house in the Unranked ring!
"Hey what happened to my pill?"
"Pill, what pill?"
'You!'
"The perfect one, I want to sell it!"
"Ahhh" Ai Bai sighed. "You must understand something, kid. What do you think that will happen if they found that such a strong alchemist has such a low-level cultivation base?"
"Strong alchemist?"
"No one under Qi Manifestation was able to create a perfect grade pill! Not counting the fact that you're so young."
'It makes sense...but-'
"So, it is safer in my belly." He said maintaining a serious face.
"You!"
"Ahah, boy. Too late!" "Then I gave you a cauldron as compensation!"
"Ah" Raden sighed. Well, he shouldn't care too much for a pill. He'd be able to create more in the future.

Have you ever wondered why Chinese novels are so similar?
Beautiful, because I didn't.
This novel will, in fact, talk about a shameless (I wonder where I've heard that before...) nineteen years old boy that finds himself in the world that he himself wrote!
But a system lights the way, and with that light, his journey begins, to discover the true force that governs everything!

There's nothing to write about at the end. The protagonist Chen Jin has become invincible. No matter what villain appears, the protagonist can easily get things under control.
If I continue to muddle along, that would be cheating your money. This book should have been over a long time ago.
I apologize to all readers for letting you down.
As early as the beginning of the book, I had a strong premonition that the book would collapse towards the end. It was not bad that I maintained the chapters until the word count reached the millions. This is the common problem of stories with an invincible protagonist. The story is invigorating and pleasant in the beginning, and the readers like it, but later on, the aesthetics of the story become exhausting, and the author can't spin the story anymore. It could only end hastily.
Of course, I also have some gains and insights.
First of all, after writing the book "A Simulated Life In The City," the pace at which I had written the other books that followed had been fast. Perhaps its because I've become more practiced at writing outlines in an endless stream and that my brain circuit has become "fixed." Time passes very quickly, resulting in a lack of details in which only the main framework has no details. The ups and downs, the twists and turns were not large, and the collapse came faster.
This is my flaw, a flaw that must be overcome, I need to walk out from the habit of writing outlines at a rapid pace continuously. Otherwise, my books will fail, one by one.
I haven't coded much in the past few months. I've been watching animation and reading novels most of the time.
I've watched at least 100 animation series and read 400 or 500 novels. Of course, the animation series were viewed at double the speed and the novels were speed read. This was just to speed up efficiency and to learn more useful things.
This is probably also a kind of learning.
But could this kind of learning allowed me to break through the bottleneck and enter a whole new level? There is no guarantee. After all, it's difficult to change a mindset. I've also started on two new books, but I always feel that whatever I type, it's trash; that I haven't improved.
Maybe I have to accumulate and absorb more things
Second, there are gains too.
With this book, I've made money for the down payment of the house (in the range of 100,000). The financial strain has eased a little. My "writer level" has reached LV5. This is something that I have never dared to imagine. It seems that I'm not too far away from being a great writer. Even if I do know that I can't even be considered as a middling writer. I'm at best, an old failure.
Also, this book has spurred a wave of "I've found (something)" and led a wave of popularity. There are at least two or three author friends around me who want to use the pattern of the title of this book and start with "I Found A" in the opening. There are even more imitations. In the end, I "laid myself out as a failure" and generated some results, which was unexpected.
I even feel a little surreal.
Of course, I also know that I've received a torrent of curses in some forums, which reminded me to be clear to myself about my real capabilities and not overestimate myself. There is still room for improvement.
The last is about my new book.
The new book is in progress! The outline is done, and I have a rough story in my heart.
Also, this time I want to break through my standards and overcome weaknesses in character description (in other words, I want to make progress in this area).
Therefore, I want to create a group of exciting characters in my new book, using the characters as the framework. The characters will be the center, and stories will develop around each character. There will no longer be cliched, unrealistic and illogical plotlines
Moreover, the "cheat codes" given to the protagonist will not be too powerful, the protagonist will not be invincible in the early stages. He would slowly grow and rise in power, encountering many setbacks and difficulties along the way. The road will not be smooth.
I am well aware of the situation, this attempt to transform my style has a 70% probability of failing.
Whether the editors will give me a chance, whether the novel will make it to the shelves, whether its a done deal or not, I can only put a bold face on and try.
I hope everyone will support my new book and vote for it after it is released on July 1st.
At this point, I don't know if the reader will be angry at me or scold me, but I still hope that you can support my new book, take a look at my story, and give a little encouragement.
The finale of all finales.
I recommend a few books written by my friends.
One is "I Duplicated an Earth," by Qin Geng Shan Shui, which was written by a fan in my book group. He has also now joined the ranks of the writers because of his hobby. His previous attempt, a book titled, "I Found An Immortal Realm" failed, but the improvements in this book are amazing. 100 points for creativity! Even I am chasing this book, I recommend it, I have a hunch, even if he does not become some great writer in the future, he will at least be a middling writer no worse than me. I hope everyone will add this book to their collection and support it!
There is another book, "I'm Really Not A Pop Star," by Master Sun's Words Become Poems. He is an old friend of mine, and he'd tried to transform his style in his last book. His first order called for more than 1,300 copies. I feel this is a pretty good result, if he maintains this result and keeps the plot from collapsing, it could finish off as a perfect work. But he's still not satisfied, and then he started this new book. I can only sigh. We all need to support our families, and we all have pressure. So, I hope that everyone will also collect this book. Give him the occasional vote and contributions. I give you my thanks!
And I want to repeat this, my new book will be making its debut on July 1st. For those who support me, I hope that you will give me a little support and encouragement. I can't say that everyone will be satisfied, but at the very least, some supporters will see a different story and feel a little anticipation.
I hope that everyone will look forward to my new book on July 1st. We'll meet again in the new book.


Through a mysterious portal, Chen Jin arrived at this strange place - a post-apocalyptic world where civilization had been destroyed. 

Consequently, he found -

A piece of metal scrap
A robot trash collector
A battleground
A city
A ton and more of gold
A copy of high-tech documents
A...
In short, Chen Jin found a planet.

Hey everyone, this is a small post I am making to tell you all a little bit about myself, along with the announcement and my reasons for going premium.
I've looked around Webnovel, and I saw a lot of authors listing their IRL reasons for needing money, and hence going premium.
So, I thought I would do the same. I have a great family, and a great relationship, but that is it.
I've been struggling with depression for the past 4 years.
I used to wake up everyday feeling empty. Hollow.
I felt like my life didn't have a purpose.
My family and boyfriend tried everything they could to help me, but this was something I had to deal with by myself.
I racked my brain day in and day out in an attempt to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
Every day was a struggle.
It still is.
Writing is something I'm really passionate about, and it makes me feel alive and just…happy.
Right now, I work full time.
Unfortunately, my boss is nothing like Will, and he does everything he can to make my work life miserable.
I also work on a software company me and my boyfriend set up together, which is a passion project that has been in the works for a long time.
It is still in its early stages, so we don't get any revenue from it.
The thing I am most thankful in this life is the amazing luck I've had in finding my soulmate at a very early age.
We've been together 6 years(we were best friends since childhood), and we feel it is time to take the next step.
However, we really need money to settle down.
What all of you might never have guessed is that he's also a writer on Webnovel(I'm not gonna tell who it is, but he is famous ^^), and although both of us are strapped for time, we get the writing done.
If Webnovel turns out to be a viable income source, it would really help us to have the biggest event of our lives sooner, and I might also be able to leave my job to work more on the company and have more time for writing.
I wasn't even considering putting down the story in my head into a book, but along came Webnovel. I was also really encouraged by my boyfriend, and we actually write this book together now.
Now that I think about it, it's something that has brought us closer together as a couple.
Regardless, obtaining money from this hobby and driving myself to push and be better is something that I am really looking forward to, and something that I hope will help me realize our dreams sooner.
I hope everyone supports me in this move, and stays with Liz, Will, and Luke. I still have a LOT to tell about their tale.
PS. As those who might have read my comment on the previous chapter will know, the original plan was to go premium at Chapter 100. Due to a miscommunication, I no longer have the ability to post normal chapters. I've intimated Webnovel, but there has been no response for 24 hours(apparently, they are all busy with their annual gala). Well, I'm just taking it as a sign from the heavens and moving forward ;)

Liz didn't know what she was getting into when she accepted a job offer to work as the personal assistant of the acclaimed coldest CEO in New York. Born in one of the richest families in the world, her employer was rumored to be more machine than man, with many resigning before her because they couldn’t handle the work atmosphere.

The money was good, and she could stay with her family instead of leaving a step-brother who was still a kid and an irresponsible mother alone.

It was only later that she realized that the word ‘cold’ wasn’t enough to describe this man who, without her knowledge, led a life which was not as perfect as others imagined.

Find out what happens when a fiery love meets a frigid heart that has been frozen for decades.

This is a story of emotions, family, and friendship.

Disclaimer:
All Characters, places, event, depicted in the novel are entirely fictitious, any similarity to the actual events or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Release Schedule: 14 Regular Chapters per week(700-900 words each)

Weekly Powerstone Bonus Chapter Goals:

Top 15: 5 Bonus Chapters

Top 10: 10 Bonus Chapters

Su Ming grew up dreaming about becoming a Berserker even though he knew that the chances of him becoming one were close to nil. One day, he found a strange piece of debris, and it allowed him to walk the path of becoming a Berserker. But would it be enough for Su Ming to become just another Berserker to protect those he cares about? 
Would he be satisfied with leaving everything in fate's hands?
*This novel was originally named Beseech the Devil, but due to the author's wishes, it was changed to Pursuit of the Truth.

*drip…
"mmm" 
*drip
Dyon opened his eyes and wiped the dripping water from his face. He stared blankly at the ceiling, remembering the events that put him in such a sorry state. Without getting up, he turned the cold water on, blasting it onto his forehead as he took deep breaths. 
After half an hour, he finally stood and threw his clothes away from him. Turning the shower head on, he placed his forearm on the bathroom wall, letting the once dried blood pool at his feet. He stared at the drain, watching as the water became clearer. After another hour, the goosebumps from the freezing water no longer seemed to matter, his breathing had steadied under the torrent of cold. 
Dyon closed his eyes once more before finally unclenching his fists.
Jumping out of the shower, the coldness in Dyon's eyes seemed to vanish as he clapped his hands together, "I AM SO HUNGRY!"
After tossing his bloodied clothes and drying himself off, Dyon threw on some black sweats and a new white T. He rolled up his sweats to about mid-calf then hopped onto his bed. Flicking his wrists, he, as fast as his hands would allow, pulled out a week's worth of food and started eating. 
Soon afterwards, Dyon patted his stomach and let out a satisfied burp. He fell backwards onto his bed, feeling refreshed. 
'Alright, first things first, I'll have to figure out how to fix this speed reading technique problem before reading the books on arrays. I suspect Libro didn't give me the full technique, if the Sapientia family was so generous, they wouldn't force all research to be under their name. Not to mention, I wouldn't have seen so many students reading books the normal way in the library.'
Dyon pushed himself up and crossed his legs, meditating on the matter. 
"Hmm? That's odd… The books I read seem to be organized just like regular memories would be. Don't tell me that sleep was the answer, that makes no sense…"
Dyon thought of many possibilities. Trauma? Did he have a break through in cultivation? Did the technique just take time to take proper affect, maybe is was sleep? But he didn't find any of the answers to be suitable. Trauma might make a lot more sense for a break through in a physique type cultivation method, but the speed reading technique, from Dyon's understanding, was a low-level soul technique. That being said, low level soul techniques were exceedingly more complex than regular energy or body cultivation methods because the soul was an enigma for many in the martial arts world. That thought immediately removed the possibility of a break through in cultivation resulting in his now more organized memory of the plants. All signs pointed toward the technique just needing time, but something was telling Dyon that it wasn't that simple. An incomplete technique wouldn't find itself whole that easily. 
Thinking to this point, Dyon decided not to waste unnecessary thoughts on something he didn't have enough information on. So, he decided to begin speed reading the books on arrays to test the technique some more. 
Hundreds of books appeared in Dyon's room. After reaching for the first, his body trembled with another astonishing discovery, 'This… it's much faster than before… And… it's already part of my memories.'
Dyon was astounded and he had every right to be. The reason he started with the plant books was because they were much simpler, and much less about theories and abstract concepts. A book on plants simply pointed out the unique characteristics of the plants, what it could be used for, and what properties you would want or avoid when mixing it with other plants. The more complex books simply detailed the plant's information to the cellular level to give an array alchemist the most in-depth overview possible. This was in fact the most important aspect of grasping plant grafting. But, array theory was many times more complex. It was often the reason why there were no real array alchemists in Focus Academy, not only were the concepts beyond the scope of what most could understand, Dyon had just found out that it had insane requirements for the soul and even required a trait most martial artists didn't have: the mind's eye or aurora. Since array theory books were much more complex, it should have taken him more longer to get through a single book. But, it took him less than a minute. 
'Dammit, if I had known array theory had such strict requirements, I would have chosen another faction. Awakening this mind's eye nonsense requires so many resources. If I had this much money, I wouldn't be joining such a run-down faction. I'd be traveling the martial world looking for the best cultivation methods.'
*sigh*
"This mind's eye would be so useful… increased insight to wills… access to a 6th sense… upgraded intelligence… not to mention, it would make soul cultivation so much easier. Maybe I could one day triple cultivate soul, body and energy…" 
Dyon froze. 
SLAP!
Dyon's hand slapped his forehead, "I am such an idiot. Mind's eye, soul cultivation, my unexplained increased efficiency in speed reading, the technique suddenly becoming whole? Let's test this theory out…"
Dyon dove into the piles of books, seemingly looking for one in particular. 
"Ah, here it is," Dyon held a book up called 'Awakening Your Aurora for Dumbies'. 
Dyon shook his head, "seems like the martial world steals things from the human world too." 
Dyon was a bit confused at first by the title, but he then found out after speed reading the book that mind's eye was a colloquial term for Aurora, they were interchangeable. 
The book was broken up into 2 sections. An awakening section, and a sensing section. 
'I see. So, innate auroras are possible as well. Those with innate auroras experience a smoother path and greater talent in soul cultivation. But, according to the book 'the heavens are fair. If you think you've been snubbed, awaken your own aurora and challenge the skies'. So… the question is, was my mind's eye innate, or did something else awaken it.'
"One way to find out," Dyon placed the book down and kept his eyes closed, focusing on an abstract inner world. A golden flame flooded his senses, he seemed to sense everything in the room without his eyes. It was almost as if this sense was a superior one, making all others obsolete. 
'Gold!' Dyon thought in excitement, 'and from the intensity, it seems as though I've already reached the second stage'.
Dyon had come to a realization. A golden hue in one's aurora denoted an innate one, whereas a white light denoted a forcibly awakened one. The fact that Dyon's aurora had already awoken to the second stage meant that he had had his aurora before even coming to the academy. 
"This must be why Mayumi was so hurt. I didn't attack his energy, I must have attacked his soul… That's going to be hard to fix… Pillar head Kami must be angry"
Since soul cultivation was so rare, it was even rarer for fighters at the foundation stage to have techniques to guard against soul experts. It was probably even rarer to have a 13-year-old specialize in souls like Dyon. Not to even mention the fact it had already reached the second stage. 
Essentially, soul cultivation and aurora stages improve together and by stages. Each cultivation realm is broken into 2 stages. Meaning, by Dyon have reaching the lower level of the second stage, he had a soul comparable to a 5th or 6th layer foundation stage expert. 
But, as soon as he thought this, Dyon became even more depressed than he was before. 
'If it was hard to find energy cultivation methods, it's going to be even harder to find soul cultivation ones. I can't keep allowing myself to get beat up just to re-affirm my will and increase my soul strength. There's only so much a man could take,' Dyon wanted to cry tears but he had none. All he could do was sigh in exasperation. 
'Wait a minute, maybe array theory can tide me over for the time being. An aurora at stage 2 is powerful enough to sustain arrays up until the 9th common array alchemy level. Only a step away from the practitioner array alchemist ranks. That's more than enough to deal with foundation stage experts. If I practice diligently, I should be able to walk with my head held high. In fact, people might underestimate me because I have no cultivation, so fights might even be easier than usual'. 
As soon as he read his first book on the martial world, Dyon had already decided to become the ever-elusive perfect expert who practiced all 3 martial doctrines: body, soul and energy. Originally, his plan was to begin with the conventional energy method, because body and soul cultivators were in the heavy minority, so he had conceded that it would only be realistic if he were to start with energy. But now, everything was different. He could start on the crazy plan he had pushed to the back of his mind. 
To be the perfect martial artist, you had to start with the perfect base. But, unfortunately, no one could because of eroding talent. Basically, the foundation building stage was about preparing your body to accept greater forms of energy from the higher stages of cultivation, but, because martial talent eroded as people aged, most were forced to begin cultivating before their bodies fully matured. This meant that their foundations weren't as solid as they could be, but this was a trade off for having higher martial talent during cultivation. 
Those from really large sects and academies could partially fix these faulty foundations with exotic fruits and pills, but they'd never be the perfect selves they could have been. However, true geniuses believed in themselves. They tempered their wills, deepened their understandings of secondary occupations and cultivation, delved into their auras, and sharpened their understanding of battle without cultivating. These geniuses didn't begin cultivating until they were 13 or older, some not even until they reached their peak levels of physical maturity at 18. 
While the strength between a mortal 5-year-old and a mortal 18-year-old might seem negligible to martial artists, only the ignorant would think this. Cultivation is about exponential increases based on your foundation, even a marginally better foundation would lead to massively large strength differences among martial artists. If you couple this with the special physiques these geniuses were born with and tempering that push the mortal body to the limit, the peak of these patient geniuses is unassailable to the normal. 
Dyon had unknowingly stepped into a realm only the peak level geniuses of the martial world would even think of attempting to join. But the problem was, those geniuses had unshakeable sects and clans backing them, Dyon would have to protect himself while he tempered his body. And that's where array alchemy came in. Not only would it allow him to better temper his wills because of his aurora, it would also earn him the money he'd need to temper his body to peak form. 
'how fascinating… to reach the best foundation in energy cultivation, patience is needed… but, it doesn't seem like the same is true of soul and body cultivation?'
A gleam could be seen in Dyon's eyes as he greedily sped through all of the books Libro had lent him. By the time he was finished, the once bright blue in his room had become dark and he could no longer see up to the surface of the lake. But, despite being the most informed on array alchemy in the school, he had a frown on his face. 
'dammit, how am I supposed to protect myself with arrays if the normal time to set one up exceeds multiple hours for most. This is ridiculous. Every time I think I have a solution, a new problem appears. Who's going to wait for me to set up an array during battle. I could technically pre-emptively set them up, but that leads to too many variables. Plus, they dissipate over time. Mine might last longer than the usual due to my innate aurora, but it still won't last forever, if I run out in battle, it'll be the death of me.
This 'split minds' technique might help… but it doesn't cut the time down by enough.'
But, this time, Dyon didn't allow himself to get frustrated. He had created many things in the human world, this was why the pillar family leaders knew they couldn't kill him openly without starting a war. The hovering board, the protective disk, the cleansing pill? Were all creations from his own school of thought. So, now, he just had to do it again.
"Really Dyon? You're about to try to create a new branch in a school of thought that has existed for millions of years? You're quite bold," Dyon said to himself while a bright smile appeared on his face. 
'Arrays might be complex and abstract, but no more so than a computer program would be. It's just a complex series of commands written via a different medium than I'm used to. Just like some code is more efficient than others, I can re-work arrays that have been written in overly complex language and simplify it. Like writing an essay with just the thesis, or writing a sentence, with just a word.'
Dyon closed his eyes in contemplation. He knew this would be difficult, and he obviously couldn't do this with every array formation. As his aurora increased in strength along with his soul, he'd be able to draw more complex ones faster. But, for now, he had to focus on the simpler arrays so that speed could be ensured. 
'To be viable in battle up until the peak of the foundation layer, I need to be able to draw the array in my mind's eye and cast in fractions of a second. Surprisingly, there are quite a few I might be able to pull this off with, but let's begin with 3: a defensive array, an amplification array and a hardening array. I'll focus on their 1st common array versions for now, then work my way up. I can make up for their lack of power by stacking them if need be. With the defensive array I'll be able to have some extra defense and I'll be able to step into the air to escape if necessary if I use them like stairs. With the amplification array I can up my speed and power, but since that would be limited by the durability of my body, I'll have to use the hardening array to reduce the stress on my body.'
The first thing Dyon did, before even attempting to simplify the arrays, was to take out large sheets of paper and draw them out. He tried multiple times before he perfected the changes in intensity and intent through each stroke. The sun was already high in the sky by the time he had finished, and he surprisingly wasn't tired, 'seems like my increased soul strength had some extra benefits too,' Dyon thought with a smile. 
3 large sheets of paper hung from his walls as Dyon looked them over. A smirk emerged on his face as his eyes flashed with enlightenment. 
Before he worked on his simplified arrays, a cold light flashed through Dyon's eyes as he thought of something else, 'I know for a fact that within the school's rule book killing isn't allowed. But, this Darius character was going to do it with no hesitation, and Ava said nothing about punishment. She only said that he'd have to explain himself, and that was all. So, clearly the only rule that matters in this academy is the first.'
There was only one rule in the martial world. Just one that dictated every and anything: 'Everything by absolute power or absolute sympathy.' The funny part was that there was clearly no sympathy.
'Since rules don't matter, nothing is off limits. Don't mind if I do,' Dyon said with a mysterious glint in his eyes. He looked through his dark window towards the center pillar.
'First, I'll take all your money. Then, I'll sneak into your "off limits" library since there's no rules, right? Then, I'll kill your so-called geniuses. I'll turn your school upside down and crush anyone who gets in my way," The windows groaned as a cold killing intent filled the room. The look in his eyes was demonic. The air was heavy and the atmosphere: dark. Then, it all disappeared. A smile once again appeared on Dyon's face as he focused himself back towards his arrays. 
"I think I'll call this new form of array alchemy: Speed Arraying," Dyon said with a light chuckle. 

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"You're too arrogant."

To Dyon, it seemed as though these words were heard all the time.

However, how could these people possibly know of all his hard work? Of the fact that sleep was but a distant relative of his. How could they know that he never had a single moment to rest. 

And yet, despite their ignorance, they still said, "you're too arrogant..."

But where were those people when a five-year-old Dyon's eyes shone looking at a computer screen filled with code? Where were those people when an eight-year-old Dyon played his piano and plucked his guitar strings until his fingers bled... needing to vent his feelings about his lost mother without bothering his fatigued father? Where were those people when Dyon sat alone at ten-years-old… when his parents were gone, and the only thing left was a room filled with inventions and computers?

Dyon's arrogance wasn't borne of thin air. It was his hard work. It was his shield. And he wasn't willing to give it up...

Now alone, he left his home behind. 

He was no longer the boy genius who changed the human mortal realm. He was now nothing but a commoner, a bug noble families saw fit to step on. An insignificant existence. 

And yet, Dyon was still the same unchanging person. Standing tall, his eyes firm and his will indomitable.  

This so-called Martial World would come to understand the meaning behind his existence...



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"You're quite bold for a girl who's almost been recluse for her whole life you know," Dyon said chuckling.

"Little sister Delia and Meiying probably think so too, but you've been in my heart since the opening ceremony. Maybe not exactly in this way… But sometimes a foot in the door for a long time leads to a fully open one, no?"

Dyon smiled, 'it seems like she's been watching from afar for a long time… it must be lonely being in that room with Libro all the time.'

Dyon felt a delicate hand playing with his collar, "the truth is that I'm always playing the gentle big sister role, mostly because I have no idea how much longer I'll have the chance to…"

The vulnerability in her voice made Dyon tremble. Madeleine was so strong, yet it seemed even martial artists had their weaknesses too. 

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Daylight came rather suddenly for Stephen, and he was thankful not to have another nightmare during his sleep. A quick glance at his clock told him that it was already mid morning. Usually on Sundays, he didn't work until 2 pm, so he would have some free time before heading back to Price Chopper. Although, despite the hours, he wasn't looking forward to tonight's shift. As was usual for Sundays, Ram Doyle would most likely be coming into the store tonight.

Groaning at the mere thought of his name, Stephen kicked a rogue sock halfway across the room. Ever since high school, Ram Doyle had been one of the biggest bullies in his class. Ram was around the same height as Stephen, but perhaps only around 180 lbs, yet he was pure muscle. He was one of the hockey jocks of their school, and being a star forward, had led the team to state championships during their senior year. 

For all of this, Ram had everything a young man could possibly want: popularity, fame, friends, and girls. He received breaks on his grades, since no one could have their star forward not able to play because he was failing English. He frequently got to skip class early, under the guise of "practice" for the next big game. Not to mention, most of the girls in high school would have done just about anything to be seen with Ram. He always had his pick of women, and was almost never single for any length of time. 

Sadly, all this popularity went to his head. While a pretty normal guy during middle school and in the early stages of high school, once he became the star of the team, and of the high school, his ego swelled to enormous levels. Ram started to enjoy teasing his fellow classmates and friends, and then started to become cruel to some of the more outcast type of kids, which of course, included Stephen.

He cringed remembering some of the pranks that were played on him during senior year. One time, he padlocked Stephen's locker, preventing him from being able to turn in Physics homework, nearly falling the course. Another time, when Stephen was chatting with Stephanie Carroll in the parking lot, Ram drove by and called him a fag and a loser right in front of her. He shut his eyes, cringing at the memory of being embarrassed in front of a pretty girl like Stephanie. His confidence was so shot, he couldn't even bear the thought of asking her out like he had intended.

It was only last week when Ram showed up at Price Chopper, he sent a shopping cart flying through the parking lot into Stephen's parked car, leaving a large dent and chipping the paint. To say the least, Stephen tried to avoid Ram Doyle like the plague. 

Trying to shake the thoughts of Ram out of his head, he spent the next few hours before work shut in his room, writing up his latest chapter to the story he had been working on for the last few weeks. Writing was calming for him, and a way for him to escape the problems of this world. His latest work, a fantasy story that he had planned out for at least five books, was nearing completion of book one. It was a hope that one day he'd be able to publish his works, and perhaps become a well-known author. The idea never ceased to bring a smile to his face.

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