This story is a fan fiction of bts hope you like it and don't be afraid to try out to write you're own composition

A SMALL STORY
(His Divine Holiness Bhagavan Sri Nithyananda Paramashivam has delivered almost 20,000 hours of recorded talks till date. As part of the talks, He shares simple small stories that give powerful cognitive shifts to the listener. Following is one such story.)

Tree roots contain the information about all the trees in this world, just like a dewdrop contains information about all the oceans in the world. If we understand the structure of a drop of water, we will understand everything about all the oceans on earth. We will understand the compound called water itself. Water anywhere cannot be anything other than its chemical composition. That composition is ingrained in the smallest Particle, and that is the dew drop.
In the same way, man is an atom of love. And love is nothing but the quality of Existence. If love is known, the whole of Existence can be experienced. Understand that the composition of man is not physical, chemical or even psychological, it is spiritual. Nobody can teach us what it is. We must experience it on our own. All other knowledge is transferable: physical chemical, scientific and psychological. All such knowledge is easily transferable. Only spiritual knowledge is not. It cannot be taught as such, but it can be experienced!

A small story:
One day a master asked his disciples how they could tell when the night had ended and the day had begun.
One of them said, 'When you can look in the distance and tell whether the animal is a cow or a horse.' 
The master said, 'No.'
Another disciple said, 'When you can look at a tree in the distance and tell if it is a pine tree or a mango tree.' 
The master again said, 'No.'
They asked the master, 'Then what is it master?'
The master replied, 'When you can look into the face of any man and recognize your brother in him. When you can look into the face of any woman and recognize your sister in her. If you cannot do this, then no matter what time of the day it is, it is still only night time.'
The master can give a few hints, little hints here and there. Then we must find our own way carefully, cautiously. Love is just a hint, but if we follow love slowly, very slowly, we will be surprised that god becomes more and more of a reality. He is no longer just a thought, no longer simpl an idea, but something that we can feel.
The deeper we go into love, the closer we come to the feeling. The day we dissolve into love we merge with unity.

When you are deeply in love, you feel as if your whole being is open and you are ready to go to any extreme for the sake of anybody. You are ready to go to any boundary, as there is nothing to protect
within your being. Your being is totally open. You don't feel insecure when you are wild with love.

The banquet continued. It was difficult for Miss Dong to refuse the proposals of so many people. Sitting behind the gauze curtain, she said with a faint smile, "Since you are looking forward to my performance, I will set the ball rolling again by playing Go Astray for you. I am looking forward to your advice about my shortcomings!"
After that, her maidservant placed a Guzheng in front of her. The strings were golden and silvery. The Guzheng was made of extraordinary ancient wood. Apparently, it was a precious musical instrument. Through the gauze curtain, people could clearly see Miss Dong raising her arms and plucking the strings of the Guzheng gently.
Zeng-Zeng...
Then, the beautiful sounds of the Guzheng started to echo throughout the entire building. All the people were listening carefully, holding their breaths. The atmosphere among the listeners became immediately intense.
As she continued to play the Guzheng without vocal accompaniment, it seemed as if the music was telling a story or Miss Dong was telling a story of herself. Her musical sounds were filled with solitary expectations, as well as an agonizing helplessness.
One of Xu Que's identities was as a 4-Star Musician. Even though he was not that good at music, he could figure out that Miss Dong was trying to pursue a new life from her musical sounds. Just like a person who had stayed in the dark night for a long time, she eagerly hoped she could see a strand of sunlight, which could light up her life and break the darkness and bring new changes to her.
Actually, she was just a spoiled girl who was tired of the carefree life. Normally, a good spanking would solve her problem. However, he couldn't spank her at this moment. Xu Que had to find other methods.
It seems I should start by solving the inanity and loneliness of this Miss Dong! Xu Que smiled to himself. Now that he had figured out her heartfelt wishes, he knew what she wanted. This would help him when he acted tough later.
Of course, a lot of people in the area were good at music. So Xu Que was not the only one who figured out the hidden message in the musical sound. Some people who were more skillful than Xu Que in music even figured out more hidden messages from the musical sound. After a while, the music ended. The building was very quiet. Some people were shocked as if they were still immersed in the musical sound. Some people started to smile confidently.
"Miss Dong, you are really good at music! We are totally impressed by your music! No wonder you are the No.1 talented girl in the First Realm City! I really admire you!" A young man stood up and said, folding his hands reverently.
People around him also nodded their heads to show their support.
"Right! After enjoying this composition, I was so intoxicated that I even forgot the passage of time!"
"Frankly speaking, Miss Dong, I underestimated you before. I hereby make an apology to you by drinking this cup of tea, which is used to replace wine!" Someone said earnestly. Then he drank a cup of tea.
Sitting beside them, Xu Que was also about to praise Miss Dong. However, when he saw that everyone else was praising her, he hesitated for a moment. Then he started to shake his head disdainfully. However, Xu Que was still being ignored by the rest of the people. But antipathy and annoyance started to flash in their eyes.
Behind the gauze curtain, a pair of shocking eyes were also tossed toward Xu Qu, either inadvertently or by design.
Xu Que started to shake his head more vigorously, as if he really detested this composition.
Why?
Are you kidding? You've finished your lavish praise. How could the Act-Tough Saint follow you? Moreover, the Act-Tough Saint always acts extraordinarily. Do you think I could be the same as you?
"Guys, you flatter me. Please forgive me if I made mistakes just now!" Miss Dong who was sitting behind the gauze curtain said in a low voice at this time.
She ignored Xu Que's rudeness again and didn't mention him.
The rest of the people in this area also ignored Xu Que and continued to praise Miss Dong.
Xu Que couldn't stand it anymore. This was the most unaccustomed thing to him. A lot of flatterers were surrounding the unbelievably modest Miss Dong. The more modest she behaved, the harder those people flattered her. What a bunch of hypocritical people!
"Guys, I've finished my performance. Now, it is your turn!" Miss Dong said again at this time.
Xu Que was about to stand up. However, he didn't expect someone would be faster than him.
A man in a blue robe in the front row, who was well-prepared, plucked the Guqin on the table in front of him. His first musical note attracted everyone in the area immediately. The man in blue robe said with a faint smile, "Guys, I made a new composition recently. Today, I will play it for the first time. Please forgive me for all possible deficiencies in it!"
Gasp!
Instantly, a lot of people in this area couldn't help but gasp.
Several young men around Xu Que started to chat about it in a low voice.
"My god! Does this mean Lu Zhouhe has made a new composition again?"
"He is the No. 1 musician in our city. He has gotten plenty of praise from many musical masters. Some of these masters even admire his talents!"
"Anyway, Lord Lu really should make a new composition. His last composition was made five years ago. During this period, he realized rapid progress and even made a new composition!"
"We should cock our ears to enjoy his composition this time. I bet it will gain popularity in the entire city again!"
After saying that, they started to wait with an expression of expectancy.
Xu Que was shocked a bit. His expression became a little bit serious. The reason for his self-confidence was that he could find a lot of famous musical compositions on Earth with the help of the System.
However, according to the conversation among these young men just now, as well as the high-quality composition of Miss Dong, he had to treat it seriously. After all, different places had different cultures. If Lu Zhouhe was really a genius in music who could make compositions which could rival the famous compositions on Earth, Xu Que would feel great pressure.
Zeng-Zeng...
Lu Zhouhe placed his fingers on the Guqin. Then a crisp and clear musical note echoed in the building abruptly.
After hearing the first musical note, Xu Que really started to feel great pressure. He was almost sure that this composition would also be globally famous on Earth! Because this composition was made attentively. A clear and far-reaching prospect was contained in this composition, together with many sentiments of the composer. For example, it contained understandings about life, the Heavens, the Earth, and everything in this world. It could create a feeling of harmony between man and nature when people were on a high mountain!
In short, it was absolutely an extraordinary high-end composition! The rest of the people in this area started to express their admiration and exclamation!
Xu Que saw Miss Dong's admiring expression through the gauze curtain. However, deep in her eyes, he could see some indifference. Realistically, it seemed like disappointment.
What? Xu Que was surprised.
This makes no sense!
Normally, Lu Zhouhe was much better than Miss Dong in music.
Also, his composition was classic, which was more sophisticated than Miss Dong's Go Astray. How could she have this heartfelt disappointment after hearing his composition?
If a comparison was to be made, Lu Zhouhe's composition was just like classical music on Earth, which was quite meaningful.
Miss Dong's Go Astray was just like pop music on the Earth, which was folksy and consistent with the public taste.
However, as a girl from a rich family, she should be fond of classical music like Lu Zhouhe's composition! Could it be that his composition was not something she wanted?
Xu Que couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows as he planned to play the masterpieces of famous musicians like Beethoven after Lu Zhouhe.
Now, he had to change his plan. He shook his head habitually as if he was thinking of something.
Since she didn't like high-end classical music or pop music, what does Miss Dong want?
Maybe I could try The Hottest Ethnic Trend first!
If she doesn't like it, I could play the 8 Kills!
What if she doesn't like that either?
Should I use my ace card by playing the Get Plastered Alone directly?
Alas! It is so difficult to make a choice. What an unspeakable melancholy!
...


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

Eastern Shang-Wei City was in the boundary lands of the Eastern Reaches district, and outside the city was all wilderness. Every once in a while, Eastern Wei Academy would organize students to go out into the open country to do combat-related training. But in order to guarantee student safety, many teachers would have to accompany them. Although they didn't go deep into the wilderness, the school stipulated strict protective measures to avoid unnecessary danger,
That time, since some students from Star Academy wanted to participate in the combat training, and since they hadn't prepared ahead of time, there weren't enough supervising teachers. But those willful Star Academy students were extremely persistent, which put Eastern Wei Academy into a bit of a dilemma. If the Star Academy students who were at Eastern Wei Academy were put into any danger, the consequences would be unthinkable. So Zuo Tingyi ran over without delay to talk it over with Wang Ze, hoping he could restrain those few Star Academy students.
Wang Ze immediately understood what Zuo Tingyi was getting at. He gave a dry smile, and said in a detached way, "My junior classmate doesn't need to worry about them. Earlier before I left, the president of the Academy made it clear that if anything should happen, our school would naturally take responsibility. Many of my school's students have ways to protect themselves, which is all the more reason not to worry."
Although the tone was mild, there was no mistaking the self-confidence with which he spoke. Zuo Tingyi was taken aback, yet also relieved. Those others were Star Academy students after all, and they must have many ways to get things done.
Nodding, Zuo Tingyi said goodbye to Wang Ze, and left to do some work consulting with each of the two sides.
Watching Zuo Tingyi's back as he moved far away, Wang Ze got a little lost in thought. He was responsible for all the relevant matters regarding the exchange and the responsibility on his shoulders was heavy. Looking all around him, his expression became a little complicated, though it promptly returned to normal.
When he thought of the glory of his alma mater's former times and how it had fallen recently, Wang Ze felt his blood boil, and he resolved deep in his heart to handle things well that time. 
* * *
As soon as he woke up, Chen Mu felt bright and clear in spirit and qi. He ate a little something and then began to arrange the drafts on the table.
After a while, Copper also very lazily woke up.
"You woke up." Chen Mu didn't lift his head, while his hand was arranging drafts.
Copper replied with a grunt, stood up and stretched, and languidly gave a couple of groans before turning around, "Blockhead, aren't we going to buy supplies today?"
"Mmm, I was just wanting to talk with you about that."
Outside the store, Copper's look was steely grey, and his face muscles were twitching. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "We really got robbed!" His whole face was pained by how few Oudis were left in his hand.
Chen Mu didn't understand Copper. He was now completely immersed in a kind of satisfaction. Everything that was inside the bag that he carried in his hand was card material, and card-ink concocting materials. He had never possessed so many materials.
Returning home, Chen Mu got rid of Copper. He needed quiet when he was making cards, and he thought that keeping Copper quiet was about as easy as wanting a mute to open his mouth and talk.
Looking at the mountain of materials in front of him, Chen Mu suddenly felt a kind of elation in his bones that he'd never felt before. Although the things at hand were only raw materials, that didn't inhibit his passion for card making.
Chen Mu didn't immediately get to work. Although every detail of the story was already seared into his mind, he still had to transform every detail of the story into every design on the card. And there weren't abundant materials at hand, so every mistake he could avoid would save a lot of money.
Chen Mu never considered himself to be more talented at card making than others, but he did sometimes think that what he made stood out more than what others made.
That was because he was sufficiently diligent! In order to economize, he had no choice but to desperately stuff the card composition into his brain. In that way, not only would he be saving a lot of money, but he would also be able to become still more familiar with how a card master composed a card.
That was all the work of preparation.
A little chen stone, silk heart juice, combined with a comparable amount of blue ink paste, cook for ten minutes over a small flame until the chen stone is completely dissolved and the card ink that has been concocted is slightly viscous, then while stirring with a paddle, bright blue ripples spiral out around and around, and there is a spicy astringent smell. When Chen Mu looked up, he didn't look like a card master, but instead looked more like a storybook wizard.
Chen Mu had already completely memorized the story which they had called "Chance Encounter." 
Without waiting for the card ink to cool, he quickly grabbed a blank card, and picked up a penknife-style pen with his right hand, anointing it lightly in some card ink. The penknife fell to the card without the slightest hesitation.
The pen moved like a snaking dragon, flowing like water, without the slightest pause in the motion. The ink flowed off along the pen nib onto the blank card, still holding a few calories of heat, and radiant with a light glow under the control of Chen Mu's perception.
Chen Mu's gaze was concentrated, without the slightest urgency to his expression.
Chen Mu had learned this from the fantasy mirror in that mysterious card: If you take advantage of the time when the ink is warm when you start drawing, the drafting style will be soft and fluid, and the marriage between the ink and the card surface will reach a higher level, thus perfecting the resulting fantasy card.
But from the time it is ready until it cools, there were only about two minutes. Which is to say that Chen Mu must finish making the entire card within two minutes. This is also why Chen Mu planned out and projected the entire composition of the card over and over.
He had long since cooked every detail of the card's composition into his brain. And the steadiness of the hand which had drawn innumerable one-star power-cards didn't fall the least bit short of the precision of the finest mechanical instrument.
But compared with what could be considered his finely tempered hand, Chen Mu's wielding of perception fell short by quite a bit.
Still, what made him really happy was that up until then, he hadn't made any careless mistakes.
A pattern looking like a rose-blossom slowly spread out little by little from the pen nib, becoming more and more complex, with every line of the resulting design radiant with a faint glow, pulsating as though it were breathing.
The expression on Chen Mu's face was still concentrated, and showed no urgency, but the beads of sweat seeping out from his forehead made it quite evident that it was no easy work.
Even though he had made so many preparations, he had neglected a critical issue, which was the wielding of perception! He was so focused on how to become totally conversant with the composition, that he had overlooked that issue.
His breathing started to become a little disordered, and wielding his perception was using up nearly all of his energy, in particular because he wasn't advanced with that sort of perception. And also because among those who wield it, not many talk about it. He felt things getting more and more strenuous. Although the feeling coming from the pen nib was still smooth and fluid, and although the entire composition still floated freely up in his memory, he had already started to feel as though he was falling short of what he wished for.
The radiance of the pattern on the card started to darken.
If the radiance from the pattern were to vanish before the card was completed, then that card would be completely wasted. 
The tendons on his forehead were popping, his rough breath was scorching hot in his nose, the beads of sweat changed from small dew drops into a stream. The only thing that hadn't undergone any change was the pen in Chen Mu's hand.
Being drained of perception made Chen Mu extremely uncomfortable, but he already had no choice.


This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world.  Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice.  The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos –  human and nonhuman –  into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more.  Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.

Now that the concept is decided now is  the for my designing technique is based on Emiya Shirou's technique tracing which is as follows

the process of Tracing into seven steps, which include:
1.Judging the concept of creation
2.Hypothesizing the basic structure
3.Duplicating the composition material
4.Imitating the skill of its making

5.Sympathizing with the experience of its growth

6. Reproducing the accumulated years

7.Excelling every manufacturing process

Which is altered to create be a designing and fabrication process combining both the art and science of mech designing allowing me to utilize my skills to its absolute limit now for the specific steps of my designing technique

1. Conceptualizing the ideal for creation -this step creates the general direction of the design and the x factor
2. Hypothesizing the basic structure- which is basically planning the layout of the mech
3. Selection of its composition- which involves the selection of parts and materials used for the mech
4. Initializing the skills for its making- which is basically creating the prototype
5. Sympathizing with its concept- which involves the strengthening its x factor through creating a story about the concept of the mech which will be imbued with the design

6. Resonating with its possible growth- which involves the strengthening the structure of the design through optimization and further improvement of its x factor by increasing the quality of the x factor by strengthening the foundation of the concept of its creation

7. Excelling every manufacturing process which involves optimizations to its structure and design , strengthening the x factor, Fabrication of the mech with the best of my abilities
I have already finished the first step yesterday now is the time to begin the second step of my designing as I have employed this technique to ensure that I can design this mech to the best of my abilities and knowledge 

With that said I am now hypothesizing the basic structure of the mech which is based on Voltron now that said I already completed the  basic structure for the configuration now I am working on creating the basic structure for the five Ligers yes Ligers I decided to combine the original lions design with Liger Zero to make it far more versatile and stronger while retaining both the strength of each design next is Selection of its composition which will be difficult because of the complexity of both animal mechs and humanoid mechs furthermore this design is combination of the two as well the compatibility of parts that came along with it which will be a hard challenge

Reincarnated in the Mech Touch as a girl with knowledge from Big Hero Six, Marvel, KADO:The Right Answer, Sword Art Online, Zoids with extra cheats such as Haki Training Manual (Includes all three types of Haki and how to awaken them) and Heaven's Path Soul Art(to raise her spiritual energy which is needed for her design philosophy and raising the x factor of her mechs) plus infinite amount of materials such as andamantanium, vibranium , uru metal and etc.

Book Title: Rebirth of the Last Empress

Chapter Title: My Mother's Death

Chapter no. 1

Author: Ahce Darato Torres (@TorresAhceDarato)

Date published: April 29, 2020

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

--- 

(Crsencia's POV)

I stood at the deck of the ship, sipping wine as I watch the stars above. Those stars glitter like sparkling dust, free from the cruelty of the world and I envy them. I am but a mere human who wish to live a good life after my mother's death and take good care of my grandfather's legacy. This twenty-nine year old body has seen the world at its most glorious days and has visited the doors of hell once; when the glorious days have perished. A place I never want to see again.

I was only seven years old back then, it was twenty-fifth of December where a celebration was held back home and later ended the lives of my family members, excluding my father who was away for a business trip and I as the last witness. People are screaming, I saw the fear in my mother's eyes as she held me and silenced my brother. But I was too young to understand what was happening, so I rushed out of our hiding place and ran away. 

Hiding myself in an antique decorative room which enabled me to see everything that was happening in our large living room. My grandfather was shot dead and grandmother was dying beside him. Men in black raided the room and left no one alive, but the most heartbreaking part was seeing my mother look for me. Gunshots rang as her body fell limp on the floor, and my brother, he was tortured before his head rolled to the ground. 

Those men stole every precious item in the room and left when a lady ordered them in a phone call. (No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

I went out of my hiding place and stare at the dead bodies of people I once call 'my family'. But I was too shocked to cry, I hurriedly dialed the emergency hotline, directing me to the police station. The sound of ambulance echoed like a creepy siren for a seven year old kid who witnessed a massacre. I stood still and watch as men in blue and black uniforms carry my loved ones. It was painful.

But not as painful when my father went home with a new bride, and a daughter in his arms. How did he move on so fast and forget about my mom? What about the family we once lost? They should be irreplaceable, but he did not care. I was too lost in my own world that I found the strength to build a wall around me. Striving too hard to keep my place as the head of my grandfather's company and eventually dominating my father's company, leaving no rooms for stepdaughters to excel. 

But fate was playing with me.

I saw my boyfriend stolen by the stepsister I treated like a little sister and that doesn't end there.

"They are getting married."

And the death of my stepmother told another side of the story.

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

She was a legendary figure, a genius neurosurgeon, a renowned lawyer and one of pillars of wildlife conservation. Her brainpower was too horrifying that the government saw her as an imposing threat to their jurisdiction. One day Feng Jiang Lei was sent to work for diplomatic relations with the terrorists and deal with the aftermath of risking her life to fulfill her duty. It could have been successful, but she was assassinated and died by the hands of her childhood best friend. Remembering that no matter how important a person is to you, there will come a time that love will abandon and betray you.

He was the son of an affluent technological expert, a professor from Harvard University and the heir to AdTech-Space Developers Corporation. Professor Qin Xue Rong spearheaded the expedition to Jupiter and ventured the lands of the unknown yet one night the great red spot appeared without warnings, thus putting everyone at risk. He could have saved his life, but he sacrificed his own to save his people and send them back to earthly safely. He was then sucked by the storm, bringing with him was a 17-Petaflop Titan Supercomputer and Valkyria the most advanced space humanoid robot.

But the gods seemed to have different plans. Two lost souls with untimely death were fated to meet in the era of the past and change the mistakes of the history. One became the wicked and outrageous miss who was banished to the mountains as the star of destruction. While the other was the fool who was stripped from his noble title and left to rot in the forest. Despised and plotted against, will they survive the test of time?

"What are you inventing hubby?" she asked

"A cultivation booster for my wifey!" he answered

"Will we get richer?" she asked again

"Indeed the richest!" he answered and kissed her forehead gently.

Book Title: Rebirth of the Last Empress

Chapter Title: My Mother's Death

Chapter no. 1

Author: Ahce Darato Torres (@TorresAhceDarato)

Date published: April, 2020

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

--- 

(Crsencia's POV)

I stood at the deck of the ship, sipping wine as I watch the stars above. Those stars glitter like sparkling dust, free from the cruelty of the world and I envy them. I am but a mere human who wish to live a good life after my mother's death and take good care of my grandfather's legacy. This twenty-nine year old body has seen the world at its most glorious days and has visited the doors of hell once; when the glorious days have perished. A place I never want to see again.

I was only seven years old back then, it was twenty-fifth of December where a celebration was held back home and later ended the lives of my family members, excluding my father who was away for a business trip and I as the last witness. People are screaming, I saw the fear in my mother's eyes as she held me and silenced my brother. But I was too young to understand what was happening, so I rushed out of our hiding place and ran away. 

Hiding myself in an antique decorative room which enabled me to see everything that was happening in our large living room. My grandfather was shot dead and grandmother was dying beside him. Men in black raided the room and left no one alive, but the most heartbreaking part was seeing my mother look for me. Gunshots rang as her body fell limp on the floor, and my brother, he was tortured before his head rolled to the ground. 

Those men stole every precious item in the room and left when a lady ordered them in a phone call. (No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

I went out of my hiding place and stare at the dead bodies of people I once call 'my family'. But I was too shocked to cry, I hurriedly dialed the emergency hotline, directing me to the police station. The sound of ambulance echoed like a creepy siren for a seven year old kid who witnessed a massacre. I stood still and watch as men in blue and black uniforms carry my loved ones. It was painful.

But not as painful when my father went home with a new bride, and a daughter in his arms. How did he move on so fast and forget about my mom? What about the family we once lost? They should be irreplaceable, but he did not care. I was too lost in my own world that I found the strength to build a wall around me. Striving too hard to keep my place as the head of my grandfather's company and eventually dominating my father's company, leaving no rooms for stepdaughters to excel. 

But fate was playing with me.

I saw my boyfriend stolen by the stepsister I treated like a little sister and that doesn't end there.

"They are getting married."

And the death of my stepmother told another side of the story.

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

Legendary affluent head of the Lombardi family's pharmaceutical company, Cresencia, passionate Eurasian chef & neurosurgeon has dedicated her life in running the world's most revered technologically-advanced corporate medical hospital, and building internationally successful food business empire. But something dark and dangerous had long haunted Cresencia's life which led her living alone. She witnessed fear in her mother's eyes, locked in her childhood memories of blood spilling household massacre. And now the same fortune is leading her in terror as the sound of her own screams echo through the ship's cabin, an almost peaceful vacation trip plotted by her father turned grave.

Shipwrecked on the deep stormy seas, betrayed by her father and stepsister, Cresencia finds herself washed up on the strange ancient island of Cuixia, a land bestowed by the emperor to Duke Feng Changming and Duchess Murong Jiayi, childless military couple. Fostered by sovereign military rulers and pampered with love she grew up as an outstanding noble heiress, ready to conquer the world of the past. Cresencia ignites both sovereignty and revenge, and discovers a destiny that tests her will to claim a land rightfully hers, and the one man she will love.

While Zhang Zian thought about the problem, Little Celery kept looking at the larva of the Swallowtail butterfly. From the look on her face, she was both curious about and fearful of the caterpillar at the same time.
"Mr. Store Manager, why doesn't this bug move? Is it dying?" she asked.
"Huh?"
Zhang Zian snapped back to reality and walked to the shop next door. He stood next to Little Celery and watched the bug with her.
Caterpillars moved very slowly. After all, they relied on creeping. If they could run as fast as rabbits, that would be astonishing indeed.
Yesterday, when he'd come across this Swallowtail larva, it had still been able to crawl slowly by the wall. Today it was stiff, almost motionless. It had taken almost a full day to climb from the conspicuous position of the glass door to a small corner. This corner allowed it to avoid the strong sunlight that came in at noon. However, it would not be able to avoid the morning sun that shone down on it.
A person didn't need to touch it with their fingers. Just by visual inspection, it was possible to tell that its body was not as soft as it had been yesterday. It seemed to be losing a little water and becoming quite stiff.
Zhang Zian looked at it and said, "It is not dead. It is merely getting ready to enter the next stage of life."
Little Celery blinked and asked, "Is... Is it like silkworm babies that become silkworm larvae?"
"No."
He shook his head. "You're confusing the butterfly with the moth. Only the larvae of the moth will spit out a web and build a cocoon. However, this is the larvae of the swallowtail butterfly. It will only spit out a few strands of silk to fix itself in the shade. For example, it may do so at the back of a corner or on a branch. Then the body will slowly harden and form a pupa. In other words, the moth wraps itself in an outer shell, while the butterfly makes its body into a shell. In the simplest terms, moths build shells, while butterflies become shells."
Little Celery seemed to understand what he'd said. In her mind, images of moths building shells came to her mind.
"It doesn't matter. I guess this Swallowtail butterfly is going to settle down here to prepare for its metamorphosis. You can observe it on the way home every day and observe the process. Maybe one day, you may even see a butterfly emerging," he said.
If it was not observed for the utilitarian purpose of completing a piece of homework, the task would definitely be a much more enjoyable experience.
"Yeah!" Little Celery nodded hard.
"A phrase often mentioned in daily life and novels, 'Emerge from cocoons and become butterflies,' is actually wrong," Zhang Zian said. "The only thing that can do so is the moth. It will never be a butterfly. More appropriately, they transform from pupae into butterflies. However, it does not sound as lyrical as the first phrase. Moths are not always dull-looking. In fact, some species of moth are more beautiful and majestic-looking than butterflies. This is, therefore, the source of confusion. This mistake is shared with everyone. It is fine in daily living where we talk about them in casual conversations. However, in science, we must call a spade a spade. There must not be cause for confusion." He further delved into the topic.
"Oh... This seems to be something I could write about for my homework." Little Celery caught on to what he'd shared.
"Yes, you can definitely get a good score if you write this in your composition." He smiled. "Your language teachers don't necessarily know this... Ah, are you going to take the final exam? If the final language and composition exam is open-ended, where you can write about 'Interesting Things in My Life,' perhaps you can write about this mix-up that most people have. The teacher reading it will find your writing especially refreshing."
The final examinations at primary school would be at the end of June. Little Celery was not the best writer. She paled in comparison to the best student, Wang Yaning. Her compositions were frequently read out by the teachers as model answers. Little Celery always envied her for that. When she heard Zhang Zian's suggestion, she was so happy that she had already begun to ponder how to write the composition.
Wang Yaning's composition, in terms of her use of literary devices and tonality, was rather standard. She employed the frequently-used sequential method of storytelling. Although it allowed the story to flow and looked very good on paper, it was rather forgettable. If Little Celery wrote about the mistakes people made about butterflies and started her story off with the phrase, 'Emerge from cocoons and become butterflies,' her composition would at least win on the novelty of her writing style.
Anyway, there was nothing to do in the store. The staff had merely come out to see what the excitement was all about with Xu Zhuang Zhuang. Before he went back, Wang Qian said, "If I was back in elementary school, even if I wrote this essay, I would definitely be suspected of plagiarism by the teacher..."
Li Kun agreed, "It is not really like something a child ranked close to the bottom of the class would be able to produce."
"Idiot! You are second-to-last in class. Who gave you the authority to look down on me?" Wang Qian retorted.
"You two get back into the store and don't make a fool out of yourselves here." Zhang Zian rushed the two goons back into the store. Listening to their conversation was simply detrimental to the store's image.
The two guys continued bickering and reluctantly headed back in. They claimed that the store was too stuffy, and Zhang Zian did not allow them to turn on the air conditioner. It was, therefore, better to come out and breathe fresh air.
Little Celery was excited with all the thoughts about how she would write her essay. She stared at the larva and said, " It's amazing! An ugly caterpillar turns itself into a cocoon. After it emerges, it becomes a beautiful butterfly. It's like an ugly duckling turning into a white swan!"
Zhang Zian's lips moved. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.
"Ah! I will be late! Elder brother, I'm going to school first! See you tomorrow!" Little Celery looked down at the children's watch on her wrist, exclaimed, and ran away with joy.
"See you tomorrow! Don't run too fast. Be careful not to fall and scrape your knees." Zhang Zian also waved goodbye.
The lively Little Celery had changed into workout shorts and sweatshirt. Without the two ponytails at the back of her head, she did look like a tomboy.
"Master, what did you want to say to her?" Li Kun observed his face and was keenly aware that Zhang Zian had unfinished words lingering on his tongue.
"That you are awful!"
Zhang Zian gave him a look.
"Say it, Master. I also want to hear! It's good for our experience!" Wang Qian also pleaded, unwilling to give in.
Zhang Zian gave in to them and said, "There was a mistake in what Little Celery said. She said that caterpillars become cocoons and will break out and become butterflies, much like an ugly duckling turning into a white swan. In fact, this is not true."
"Where is it wrong?"
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked puzzled.
Zhang Zian's face grew serious and he explained, "After the caterpillar's pupation, there is a drastic metamorphosis process within the cocoon. Almost all the organs in the caterpillar are digested into the cytoplasm by enzymes. Then, a microcellular structure called the 'imaginal disc' uses these digested organs as a source of nutrients to regenerate various organs of the butterfly."
Wang Qian and Li Kun were still puzzled and did not understand what he'd shared with them.
"For example, in the sci-fi movie 'Alien,' A person is unknowingly injected with the egg of an alien creature. After a while, he enters a hibernation cabin to cope with the long duration of space travel. This helped to save on unnecessary energy exertion. During his hibernation, the egg quietly hatched in his body, feeding on his flesh and blood... When the hibernation cabin reopened, he was no longer a human being, but an alien monster. This is the same process of transformation that caterpillars and butterflies undergo."
Zhang Zian pointed to the larva that was currently going through the process. "You would think that this caterpillar would turn into a butterfly. Actually it will not. It is merely a feeding machine responsible for collecting nutrients. The real butterfly is currently residing as a parasite within it, much like an egg. It waits for the caterpillar to fatten itself and then feeds on it. Person enters, alien emerges. Caterpillar in, butterfly out. So how can this be comparable to ugly ducklings becoming beautiful swans?"
Wang Qian and Li Kun finally understood what he meant, and their faces changed color. It was a hot summer, but they felt chills down their spines. They even had goosebumps.
"There is no poetic or aesthetic sense to this, is there? The truth is, indeed, cruel and brutal." Zhang Zian smiled bitterly. "The phrase 'emerge from cocoons and become butterflies' is fundamentally wrong. Even 'transform from pupae into butterflies' is somewhat incorrect. After all, the caterpillars are digested while inside and have already disappeared."
Wang Qian understood. "So you didn't tell Little Celery..."
"Yeah, because these truths are too dark and cruel. At her age, there is no need to know this. Let her think that caterpillars can really turn into butterflies."
Wang Qian and Li Kun understood his reasoning.
Zhang Zian stared at the larva. What kind of butterfly was hidden in the body?


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"No, no, no, this is not what I meant. The planet will be affected by this force, but it is not just a matter of falling down. I will elaborate on this later, but right now, what you need to know is the concept.
To put it simply, when the planet is in motion, it will create various topological conditions, such as mountain ranges rising from flat land, oceans becoming plains, mountain ranges levelling to flat land, and so on. Of course, it will take a long time, in terms of millions of years.
In some cases, oceans became plains or mountain ranges and the sea water didn't evaporate in time before being swallowed into the ground by the change. After countless years of change, they were discovered accidentally by people," Ren Baqian said.
"Teacher, you mean this place was previously an ocean?" Shi Gan asked. What Ren Baqian said was really astounding.
This place was the inland area of Dayao and thousands to ten thousand kilometers away from the sea. Was this place originally an ocean? Did he mean that the location of Dayao and the Yun Nation was originally an ocean?
"There is such a possibility and this is just a guess. An analysis on the composition of the black water in the Black Pool is needed to verify this." Ren Baqian nodded his head.
The crowd was startled and then started asking, "What's next? Are we just trying to prove this?"
"Next, you should know that salt is obtained from seawater…" Right after Ren Baqian said this, the crowd was shocked. "We can produce salt here?"
Dayao lacked salt and even the children knew that. Most of the salt in Dayao was imported from other countries. If salt could be produced here, the significance was something even the kids understood.
"That will depend on the composition of this water." Ren Baqian didn't want to say for sure. but tasting the water earlier had proved there was salt within. They only needed to know whether it could produce edible well salt.
"How do we find out the composition of the water?" the crowd asked.
"What is chemistry used for? Chemistry is for analyzing, transforming, and extracting materials. However, your standards are all too low to conduct these experiments. Therefore, treat this as a field trip," Ren Baqian said with a smile.
Then, he asked Na Gu, "Has this place ever dried up before?"
"I don't know." Na Gu was a little overwhelmed. She didn't understand half of what was said, but felt it was something very advanced.
"Bring me a rope," Ren Baqian shouted behind him. He wanted to test the depth of the Black Pool. 
Soon enough, a stone about the size of a human head was quickly tied to a rope and thrown into the pool. It went in with a "plop" sound, and the water splashed about.
Apart from throwing the stone inside, there were no other signs of life in the pool.
"Sir, the rope has stopped." The rope lowered by the guard had stopped after five or six meters.
"Find me a stick and push the rope forward. Try to drop it at the center and test out a few places." The students ran to find branch after receiving Ren Baqian's order.
Although Ren Baqian didn't confirm it, the thought of producing salt excited all of them. 
If they could succeed in producing salt, it would be a significant event.
After several attempts, the deepest part was found to be about 10 meters.
Ren Baqian noted down everything after doing some calculations. He thought of going to the stream in the mountains that flowed with light brown water.
"In the direction they are going, it will take one day to walk there. We will take at least one and a half days to get there," Na Gu said.
Based on Ren Baqian's estimation, he needed to go back to Earth first before going to that place.
They immediately headed back to the stronghold. Whenever there were sounds of any small animals, the guards would quickly hunt for them. After all, even a mosquito's leg had meat. There wasn't much food in the stronghold, so it would be best to solve the food problem themselves.
Once they reached the stronghold, Ren Baqian made arrangements for half of the guards to build houses and half of them to go hunting.
At night, Ren Baqian woke up Lin Qiaole. "I am going to rub the Hearthstone. Do you want to see?"
Ren Baqian felt he that he had to at least inform Lin Qiaole or else she would go mad if she woke up and discovered he was gone. This girl was silly, but quite pragmatic at times.
"What is a Hearthstone?" Lin Qiaole forced her eyes open and gave him a confused look.
Ren Baqian, "…" 
"Anyway, I need to go away for a while. It will take about one day, and you don't need to worry," Ren Baqian informed her. 
"No way, Her Majesty asked me to protect you." Lin Qiaole was awake now.
"The place I am going to is a state secret which the empress knows. Just wait for me here." Ren Baqian waved his hands, took a bottle of water collected from the Black Pool, and walked to a corner of the room. He thought of going back to Earth and disappeared in a flash.
At the moment of his disappearance, Lin Qiaole felt a fluctuation in the air. Her eyes blazed, and she lunged at Ren Baqian like a lioness, but she failed to get ahold of him and caught only thin air.
"Eh?!" Lin Qiaole was surprised and stretched her hands twice to grab him, but there was still nothing.
"Where is he? This is very strange. Her Majesty tasked me to protect him, but if he dies in another place, the empress wouldn't blame me, right? Hey, he still hasn't given me the candies …" Lin Qiaole muttered a few words. She sat down against the wall, stared at the location where Ren Baqian had disappeared, and was unable to keep her eyes open after a few minutes.
Immediately after going back to Earth, Ren Baqian contacted Yang Sen to arrange a laboratory for him to conduct the analysis. Then, he hurriedly headed to Shanghai. 
In any case, he would be finding someone to analyze the contents of the black water. Sooner or later, those people in the laboratory would find out as well. As such, he might as well save them the trouble by letting them do the test.
Seeing Ren Baqian with a bottle of water, Yang Sen was thrilled. After some time, the results finally came out. "Is this brine?"
"What is it composed of?" Ren Baqian asked. Yang Sen handed him the results directly.
Ren Baqian took a glance and saw Na,K, Ca, Mg, Li, Br, I, Cl, SO(2-)4, CO3-, B2O3, and HCO3. (Sodium, potassium, calcium, magnesium, bromine, iodine, chloride, sulphide, sulphate, carbonate, boron trioxide, and bicarbonate). In addition to these substances, there were many other chemicals he couldn't even remember.
He reckoned his chemistry teacher was about to jump out of his coffin.
"What are these things?" Ren Baqian asked unabashedly.
Yang Sen, "…" 
"Get a researcher to explain to Mr Ren." Yang Sen made an internal call. Ren Baqian asked him, but who could he ask?
This question was also recently asked by the one of the researchers.
After a short while, a bespectacled and desolate looking young man came to give them a lecture.
The final conclusion was that this was just black brine. There was nothing special about it and bringing this kind of sample to the laboratory was simply a waste of their time.
"There is nothing else?" Ren Baqian was puzzled. This material was from another world, so shouldn't there be some differences? The previous sample of soil that he brought back to Earth contained many microorganism that weren't found here.
"Although there are slight differences, they weren't significant. These microbes only give us a little bit more insight into the ecology of our target world. Other than that, the composition of the black brine isn't much different and was not what we anticipated. To put it simply, it is just black brine from another world," the young man said as he adjusted his spectacles.
Ren Baqian secretly gave a thumbs-up after the young man left. He spoke the truth, and it was no wonder that he was a researcher.
He was definitely not just a dabbler like Ren Baqian.
Ren Baqian chuckled because it didn't matter. After all, not everything in the other world was useful.
"How's the cultivation going on?" Ren Baqian asked curiously. He wanted to know how they were progressing on the basic skills. 
"The time has been too short to see much effect," Yang Sen simply said as there was nothing to hide.
Ren Baqian nodded his head, it seemed that the details of the initiation stage were just like this. They had to attain at least the Man Wheel level and convert essence blood into essence qi before they could obtain what they desired.
"It is worth noting that you have to cross a barrier when transitioning from essence blood to essence qi. Many people become stuck in front of this threshold," Ren Baqian reminded.
"We are aware of this problem. Although each manual didn't elaborate, the four manuals did confirm this fact. How about you briefly explain to uswhat problems to pay attention to and the main points of each stage," Yang Sen suggested.
Ren Baqian gestured with his hands. "I cannot help you with this because my cultivation method is different from these and I don't know these methods very well either."
"Oh?" Yang Sen's eyes lit up. He was able to pick up some information from Ren Baqian's words.
"That is to say there are many cultivation methods?"
"Kind of. However, some cultivation methods require a specific type of person. The methods that I brought here are the most suitable for all of you," said Ren Baqian after thinking for a moment and nodding his head.
The cultivation methods of the aboriginals and Great Xia were already different.
There were some differences between the [Ruyi Visualization] cultivated by Ren Baqian and the cultivation methods of Great Xia. If this wasn't the case, he wouldn't have succeeded in cultivating it. 
Yang Sen nodded his head and didn't bring up the topic of giving them references from the martial arts manuals anymore. 
After all, the four martial arts manuals were invaluable to Earth.
If he was too greedy, the other party might resent it. Plus, he still didn't know what the other party needed, and the other party was also not someone who was utterly selfless.
He would only have the opportunity to bring up the request after both sides had cooperated further.
After leaving the laboratory and before going back to Shancheng, Ren Baqian had Shen Fong prepare the reference materials for distilling the black brine into salt.
Having found out the composition of the black brine, he was quite relieved. He didn't encounter the problems anticipated and solved the situation with little fanfare.
Although he was a little disappointed, he couldn't help but to say that this was the best result.
Previously, he had checked some information about distilling black brine to produce salt, but he would have needed to spend more time if he did it himself.
After distilling for a long time, the substances containing sulfuric acid would form monomer crystals and could be dissolved by splashing water on them. As for the salt, it dissolved slower, therefore it remained.
Ren Baqian could imagine the sensation that would ensue when this news reached the imperial court. 
No matter how much manpower or material was needed, Dayao wouldn't let go of this opportunity.
They would be able to depend on themselves for salt.
Also, he could go back and prepare to write the historical records, "The great pioneer, scientist, and educator Ren Baqian led 24 disciples to Nine-peaked Mountain to research salt production and to solve the salt scarcity problem that plagued Dayao since its founding."
The only regret was that the solution was too simple. There were no twists and turns, so the story would be boring and totally uninteresting to read. He couldn't show the breathtaking and heart rending experience of undergoing and overcoming the 81 obstacles needed to produce salt.
As he thought about it, seven bottle gourd dolls went to the castle to defeat Snow White and the seven dwarfs in order to save the little match girl. The experience of this mission was enough to write a soul stirring novel.
The other story would be about the Lich King killing the little match girl and Snow White with one slap and sending the seven dwarves to live in seclusion. Which story was more attractive?
Therefore… 
Ren Baqian felt that since there weren't any problems, he would create some for himself.


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

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