*My only regret is that I have but one lifetime to give to video games.*

Kurata Seiji is an English teacher. He has taught many students. But he has never taught elves. Until now. 

Kurata-sensei is summoned (read: kidnapped) to another world by Elisa. Why? Because she and other elves want to learn English. Why? Because they discovered a magical thing called Netflicks. 

He is tasked with teaching a class of elves. And he discovers that every elf has become hopelessly addicted to the Internet, Netflicks and video games. These elves need much more than just an A in their exams. They need some basic life lessons. 

Can Kurata-sensei go above and beyond the call of duty?

This is my first ever work and I'm just writing this for fun. If there's anything illogical to the story, don't be surprised. I'm just a newbie. Anyways, enjoy reading! 

- Y.J. Shin 

James Lee is a Korean-born American teacher who is currently teaching in a Korean high school as per his friend's recommendation after gaining teaching experience from America. He is assigned to be the adviser of Freshmen Class A. 

Students start to like their new teacher, but little do they know that he's not just some good-looking charismatic teacher.

Wang Ling had already long heard about the glorious deeds of Teacher Pan Shengcong. As a leading teacher at No. 60 High School who had come back to work after retirement, she had trained quite a number of students with the greatest potential of breaking through to the Golden Core stage. Unfortunately, though they were clearly only one step away from Golden Core, by the time they graduated, they hadn't been able to break through to that stage. 
But Teacher Pan was absolutely not to blame.
As the saying went, you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink; if you are lazy to cultivate in your prime, you'll regret it in your old age.
Despite countless cases of failure, Teacher Pan Shengcong was able to clutch at one last straw the year she was going to retire — No. 60 High School's legendary figure, Odd Zhuo.
That's right, the legendary Odd Zhuo, who graduated from No. 60 High School and who became famous for killing the sky-swallowing toad with one blow, used to be Teacher Pan's student.
Because of this, the school leaders had the utmost trust in her. Thus, though she had the lowest realm of all the teachers that had returned to employment after retirement, she was the leading teacher with the highest salary. 
Whether or not this was the result of some back-door connection, Wang Ling didn't give a damn.
He just hoped that Teacher Pan was a little more astute, and wouldn't find trouble with him for no reason. After all, he was working hard to become a transparent existence!
Like all teachers-in-charge, Teacher Pan had sharp eyes and ears.
For example, she had been able to hear the students in class laughing when she had still been far away in her office.
Also, when she had walked down the corridor, she had seen that the students in the class next door were all diligently learning, but her own class was a mess.
As a result, Teacher Pan was infuriated; as soon as she entered the class, she slapped the roll book down loudly, making her dissatisfaction clear. "This will be my eightieth year teaching at No. 60 High School. I've been in charge of ten elite classes, and you are the tenth! Of all of them, you are the worst class that I've ever been in charge of!"
Everyone was taken aback at her words, but somehow felt like they'd heard them before. 
Nonetheless, as the most difficult female teacher in the history of No. 60 High School, nobody dared to get on her bad side on the first day of school. Of course, Lotus Sun might be an exception. But Teacher Pan wasn't stupid enough to provoke her for no reason.
She didn't know any of the other students, so in that situation, Teacher Pan swiftly looked for someone to be made an example of in front of everyone else, in order to demonstrate her authority as the teacher-in-charge.
"Which one is Student Wang Ling?"
Wang Ling was startled as everyone in the class turned in unison to look at him.
Teacher Pan: "It was you, I heard your voice just now in the corridor!"
Wang Ling: "…"
"No matter how any of you got here, whether by strength or luck, since you are already here in my class, I hope all of you elites take heed! You must not be late, nor can you leave early, and don't make a racket! If you really want to challenge me, I'll have no choice but to invite your parents to school!"
This was the typical routine before the start of a new class. As the taciturn one in class, Wang Ling had almost always experienced this unjust treatment from a young age. 
He remembered that the worst incident had been during Qi Condensation prep class, when he had directly summoned a meteorite which had smashed into the sports field, causing classes to be suspended for three days…
Luckily, Wang Ling had now already learned how to control his mood.
Otherwise, if he really went crazy, even he himself would be afraid. 
...
Teacher Pan was mainly in charge of teaching the Dao talismans course. Apart from some of the basics of making talismans, the bulk of it was aimed at teaching the elite class advanced content. 
Cinnabar, yellow talisman paper, spirit water and a writing brush — these were the four basic raw materials for drawing a talisman.
The elite class didn't spend as much time on the course basics, so the class moved at a much quicker pace. It was just the first class, but Teacher Pan had already brought the four main raw materials with her as she lectured, "I don't know if any of you have drawn a talisman before, but in my class, we're going to start from scratch. Now, I'm going to teach you how to draw a ghost-summoning talisman."
The ghost-summoning talisman, as its name suggested, was a talisman for summoning ghosts, and belonged to the summoning category of talismans. 
Compared with other attack, defense, function-type or seal talismans, the ghost-summoning talisman might sound frightening, but of all the basic talismans, it was the easiest one to make. Even newbies had quite a high chance of successfully making one.
After she spoke, Teacher Pan mixed the cinnabar with spirit water, spread open the yellow talisman paper, and lifted her writing brush.
"Now I'm going to show you how to draw a ghost-summoning talisman."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Teacher Pan as she skillfully lifted the writing brush and seemed to draw randomly on the yellow talisman paper. Just like that, a standard talisman was successfully created. The last step was to gather spirit energy and toss the talisman up into the air…
In the next moment, they witnessed a miracle.
The ghost-summoning talisman, which had been floating in the air, suddenly froze, and in the next instant, burst with a soft glow.
Everyone could see a transparent silhouette hovering in the air.
This thing was the so-called ghost.
Teacher Pan pointed at the greenish-gray thing and said, "I controlled the release of my spirit energy. What you are seeing now is the weakest of all ghosts, the hollow spirit, which doesn't have any killing intent. Because novice students can't control their spirit energy, they are likely to summon more aggressive spirits of a higher rank. But you don't have to worry, if anything unexpected happens, I will personally deal with it. Since I've already summoned this hollow spirit, I'll explain simply how to release it."
As she spoke, she dipped the tip of her forefinger into the blend of spirit water and cinnabar on the table, then quickly swiped at the area between the hollow spirit's eyebrows. 
The hollow spirit let out a wretched cry and was instantly torn into two parts, which turned into wisps of vapor that then vanished.
"The area between the eyebrows is a ghost's weak point. Cultivators can easily release ghosts using a blend of spirit water and cinnabar, with the addition of a little more spirit energy. As for what is available in the market, to throw salt, use urine or chicken blood… all these are completely untrustworthy."
Teacher Pan waved her hand, and light flowed through the air as the four raw materials for making a talisman were distributed to each student. "Now you can get to work, and follow the steps I just demonstrated."
And that was it.
The classroom completely exploded, as all kinds of ghosts were summoned.
The hollow spirit which Lotus Sun summoned was a female student who had slipped and fallen from the top of the No. 60 High School building. Technically speaking, this female ghost was their senior sister.
Super Chen summoned an ancient headsman who still had nine knives stuck in his head. He had died when the family members of a prisoner on death row had stormed the execution ground, and in the confusion, the headsman had been stabbed to death.
Master of Dopey Hero Guo summoned a skeleton dog with no flesh on its bones at all, drawing strong condemnation from the dog lovers in class.
There was a saying that the purer a person was in mind and heart, the easier it was to attract dirty things. This just happened to be verified by what the class commissary in charge of studies, Little Peanut, summoned.
It was a hollow spirit that had already completely evolved into a malicious ghost. It had bloodshot eyes, one of which was hanging out of its socket, and it emitted an incredibly strong sense of resentment.
But as one of the vanguard teachers who had been at No. 60 High School for ages, Teacher Pan was worthy of her reputation.
It seemed that the instant the malicious ghost appeared, she had already dashed forward. She pulled at the eyeball until it snapped off, and in front of everyone present, she crushed it in her hands.
In their hearts, everyone gasped in admiration: "…"
So f**king tough!
Almost the whole class had successfully used the materials on hand to create a summoning.
Wang Ling was the only person who was slow to act.
He had already taught himself this skill when he was still in the womb. It wasn't the least bit difficult — the number of talismans that Wang Ling could draw were probably more than what all the school teachers combined could produce. 
The most difficult bit lay in the fact that he could not precisely control the release of his spirit energy.
Staring at the four raw materials on the table, Wang Ling was lost in deep thought…
Who the hell knew what he would summon?


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

'Foundational Chinese Medicine'
This introduction to Chinese medicine, written according to the Encyclopedia, was a writing of basic theories. The first chapter was the preface but Lin Fan added slightly more, an overview of the origin of Chinese medicine and its developments in the past thousands of years. Anyone who studied Chinese medicine needed to know its history. If one didn't know the history, how would that person learn Chinese medicine?
Hence, before the first chapter, Lin Fan added in the history of Chinese medicine.
He buried his head in it and wrote furiously, occasionally stopping not because he didn't know what to write next but because he felt that his writing was too good, so he needed to stop for a moment and admire his own masterpiece.
The first segment, second segment...Second chapter, first segment: The Theory of Yin and Yang.
The Encyclopedia only included a word description and didn't have any images. If he added an image, it could add some vividness to the book.
The Earth consists of Yin, Yang, and the five elements and the human body was the same. Hence, using the human body to explain the five elements was not a bad choice.
*writing sounds*
The sound of pen against paper emanated inside the shop.
Fraud Tian and the rest were a little startled, wondering what Lin Fan was doing.
Lin Fan seemed to be very different that day and Wu You Lan was a little worried. "Brother Lin, what are you doing?"
Lin Fan didn't even look up. He smiled and replied, "Ming Qing asked me to write new basic teaching materials for the students."
"Er!"
At that point, everyone in the shop knew that Lin Fan's medical abilities were extraordinary, so they didn't doubt him. However, they had never thought that he would be writing teaching materials. That was rather shocking.
Chinese medicine was a large field of knowledge. Those who were able to write teaching materials were basically all expert professors aged seventy or even eighty-plus. As of now, Lin Fan was only twenty-something. For him to be writing Chinese medicine teaching materials, it really was shocking.
…
Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy.
Zhao Ming Qing was also working on this matter. He had already given the word that the First Chinese Medical Academy's foundational teaching materials will all be replaced with new teaching materials in future.
This news spread like a tornado within the academy. Everyone was in disbelief.
The current teaching materials were written by several old Chinese doctors decades ago and had been used until now. Now that he said they would be replaced, the students felt that it was inconceivable. After all, there were basically no teaching materials on the market right now that could compare to those they were using.
Some of the meddlesome students started to protest.
Of course, they didn't protest openly but they posted complaints on the Internet, expressing their unhappiness.
A student from a certain dormitory was furious and he immediately wrote a post and posted it on the Internet.
"Ever since Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy's Director Zhao Ming Qing discovered the medicine for anorexia, he has started to go crazy. Now, he wants to completely replace the teaching materials that we have been using for decades…"
The post was very long. The first part was normal. It just expressed his discontentment and puzzlement at the decision. But the later part consisted of his personal thoughts about the downfall of Chinese medicine and blamed it all on these old Chinese doctors.
They were unprofessional, constantly changing and thus, causing unceasing unrest in Chinese medicine, causing it to be unable to steadily develop like Western medicine.
This matter didn't attract much attention in the beginning. But after some people added fuel to the fire, this post was brought to Weibo and even became trending.
The next day!
When Zhao Ming Qing saw the post on the Internet, his heart shifted. He was a little angry. After reading the post, he could only say that this was abandoning oneself and not forging ahead for Chinese medicine.
Reporters gathered around the entrance of Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy.
When Zhao Ming Qing appeared, the reporters surrounded him.
The reporters didn't understand this kind of situation but they just felt that it was a big piece of news. When there are people protesting, that means there is definitely an issue. Hence, they wanted to find out more.
"Director Zhao, do you have any comments regarding that post on the Internet?"
"Is the Chinese Medical Academy going to abolish the current teaching materials and introduce new ones? According to our knowledge, the Chinese medicine teaching materials that still remain now are not many and the ones that are used now are the best there are."
"The various Chinese Medical Academies around the country have all expressed unhappiness towards your decision to abolish the old teaching materials. They feel that it is against the regulations."
The reporters kept asking questions, one after another.
The surrounding students spectated the scene. They knew that this was an eventful period for the academy and they also knew about the replacement of the old teaching materials.
To outsiders, this may not have been a significant thing but to them, this was incomparably significant.
Nowadays, the Chinese Medical Universities' teaching materials were all chosen by the Education Department and they weren't allowed to be changed without instructions being given.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to manage. If all the schools were in disarray in terms of teaching material, that would not be a good thing.
"Everyone, please quieten down," said Zhao Ming Qing calmly, "I understand that this matter will have repercussions but even so, this must be done because the reason why Chinese Medicine is declining right now has nothing to do with what illnesses it can treat. It is due to do with a lack of resources and manpower. The old edition of teaching materials are very good but times have changed and Chinese medicine must change as well. It has to stay with the times. That's why I'm going to replace the foundational teaching materials.
A reporter said, "Director Zhao, Chinese medicine is a crystallization of knowledge. It doesn't decline like scientific and technological products but it should get better with time. Don't you think this move is a mistake, Director Zhao?"
"Director Zhao, which books are you selecting as your new teaching materials?"
"Director Zhao…"
The reporters were questioning him excitedly. They made Zhao Ming Qing at a loss for words for a moment.
Then, Zhao Ming Qing waved his hand. "This interview shall end here. But I will declare that as the Chinese Medical Academy's Director, I put my students first. That's why I feel that changing the teaching materials is necessary. As for which books I have chosen, I can say this: They're much better than any other books that have been used as teaching materials in history.
Uproar!
The reporters were stunned. They didn't expect Director Zhao to answer with so much swagger and so much self-confidence.
Better than any other teaching material in history. Those were some really big words.
In the office.
Zhao Ming Qing made a call. "Teacher, there's an issue with the reforming of teaching materials."
Lin Fan replied, "What do you think of it?"
Zhao Ming Qing said, "I trust Teacher. That's why we must replace the current teaching materials."
"Then it'll be fine. What's the point of thinking so much? I'm very busy right now. Your teacher has been writing so much every day that my hand is sore. Teaching materials are teaching materials after all. The rigorousness of the content is exceptional. My brain is about to explode," whined Lin Fan.
Zhao Ming Qing was a little embarrassed. "Thank you for your trouble, Teacher."
The next day!
The Education Department held a large conference.
Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy was under their management. The whole nation's Chinese medical academies had the same teaching materials. It was all regulated. Now that Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy wanted to change its teaching materials, that was against the regulations and they had to stop it.
These teaching materials were crystals of knowledge left behind by predecessors. They were written by famous Chinese medical masters decades ago.
Why would they want to change them?
This Zhao Ming Qing was really ridiculous.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Next, Zhao Fu decided to prepare an exam to see how the students were doing in the Rising Qin Academy. Those who performed well would be greatly nurtured!
The Civil Institution would hold a written exam, mainly testing ruling a country and bringing about peace. The better a country's internal affairs were, the better the foundation for the military side.
The Martial Institution conducted martial trials. Of course, this wasn't done by fighting because everyone had different abilities. Some didn't start off with a good Grade or have a special bloodline, so they wouldn't be able to become peerless experts. However, that wasn't what Zhao Fu wanted anyway – he wanted them to lead troops into battle.
Even though many of their innate talents were ordinary, if they worked hard, they could still achieve decent results, and Zhao Fu would reward them with Grade Orbs to change their fates. This was the benefit of the Heaven and Earth Refining Formation.
Once the news about the exams spread, the countless students became incredibly excited. They had all been working hard so that they would be able to stand out in such an occasion.
The hardworking students studied even harder, and the diligent martial students trained even harder. All 8,000 students of the Rising Qin Academy were perparing for this exam.
It wasn't just the students who became excited but even the teachers. After teaching for so long, it was now time for them to see the results of their teaching and show Great Qin's Legatee their worth.
His Majesty had been supporting them so greatly in all sorts of areas, so if they were unable to develop any talents, they simply wouldn't be able to face him.
The teachers started to become even more serious with their teaching, and the entire Rising Qin Academy became filled with passion as everyone did their best.
At the same time, Zhao Fu planned to train some more soldiers. Great Qin now had 870,000 residents, and Zhao Fu decided to add another 40,000 soldiers, bringing the army to 160,000 soldiers in total.
Zhao Fu left this matter to Bai Qi because he was familiar with these matters and would be able to train a troop of excellent soldiers. There was no need for Zhao Fu to worry about this.
A few days later, the dark yellow leaves became withered and started to fall from the trees. All traces of color seemed to disappear from the world as the temperature became even colder. Autumn had ended, and winter had arrived.
The Rising Qin Academy's exams now began.
The Martial Institution's exams were officiated by Wang Jian, while the Civil Institution's exams were officiated by Li Si. The students of both institutions were going through written exams on either internal affairs or the art of war. Only those who performed well would progress to the next stage.
The exams were conducted strictly, and any signs of cheating or other forms of trickery would result in immediate expulsion.
It was an overcast day and seemed like it would rain at any moment. As such, these exams were conducted in the classrooms. Another reason was because it would be quite difficult to fit all of the 8,000 students into a hall together.
All of the students had their heads down as they furiously wrote, and all of the classrooms were extremely silent. The teachers acted as proctors, and others also walked around to prevent any cheating.
Zhao Fu absolutely hated cheating, so he had set strict rules against it.
Time gradually passed, and soon, the written examination had concluded. The teachers quickly read through the papers and picked out the students who had performed well.
Those who were chosen would receive Level 1 Honors, which meant that they would receive more resources. When choosing people for positions in the future, these people would have priority.
To some, this perhaps seemed quite unfair because it was disadvantageous to those who weren't good at studying or writing.
However, this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and those who didn't qualify were eliminated. Only the excellent would survive.
It wasn't like this just in the Heaven Awaken World but even the real world as well. In any school or university, grades were of utmost importance, and in workplaces, results determined whether one survived or not. It was that simple – the world wasn't a place filled with love.
Out of the 8,000 students, only 1,200 students progressed to the next stage.
The second stage involved interviews. Older soldiers would pose questions to those from the Martial Institution, and residents would pose questions to those from the Civil Institution, testing them on various areas of their knowledge.
Zhao Fu didn't like systems where knowledge was crammed into students; this would only restrict their thinking, and he didn't want to have a group of useless scholars. As such, he didn't just rely on written exams like the Confucians to test a person's aptitude.
Out of the 1,200 people, 800 progressed to the next stage. These 800 people received Level 2 Honors and allowed them to attempt the next exam.
The next exam was held by some Generals and Ministers. They posed various questions, all of which were quite difficult and challenging.
As such, less than 100 people successfully passed this exam, and they received Level 3 Honors.
The final exam was officiated by Great Qin's main leaders, and 13 people rose above the rest, giving them the right to see Zhao Fu.
Such a comprehensive, detailed, and strict way of choosing talents was praised and adopted by later generations.
Out of the 13 people, there were nine males and four females, and they were all around 15 to 16 years old. In ancient times, such a scene would have been impossible to see, but Zhao Fu refused to discriminate between genders. They were the most talented members of the younger generation in Great Qin, and they would definitely accomplish great things for Great Qin in the future.
Currently, the 13 youths looked incredibly excited as they knelt in a great hall, with the sovereign, Great Qin's Legatee, sitting on a chair above.
Being summoned by Great Qin's Legatee was an incredibly glorious matter, and it caused the youths to be unable to control their emotions.
"You may all rise!" Zhao Fu smiled as he looked at the youths below. They would all be the pillars of Great Qin in the future.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the 13 people replied in unison as they stood up.
Zhao Fu waited for a few moments for them to calm down before starting to ask them questions, such as how they could obtain military victories and how they could properly rule the world.
The 13 people had been chosen through four rounds of exams, and they were all quite mature. They quickly calmed themselves down before replying to Zhao Fu's questions.
Their answers received the praise of the many Generals and Ministers, and Zhao Fu was also satisfied and rewarded them all heavily for their results in the exam.
Now, the exams had officially concluded, and news quickly came that another Festival was about to begin.


“Ding! Soulbinding has been successfully completed; you will now head to the Heaven Awaken World.” After hearing this, Zhao Fu’s vision darkened as he fell to the ground.

With bleak prospects in the real world, Zhao Fu’s life is turned around when countless crystals fell from the sky one night, which people could use to enter an alternate, game-like world. After obtaining an ancient Chinese empire’s legacy, Zhao Fu uses his intellect and resourcefulness to develop his own empire from a tiny village. However, with enemies both in the real world and in the Heaven Awaken World, he must make brilliant decisions and use creative schemes to survive.

Anything can be bound. Anything can be sealed. Anything can be restricted. Only time will tell how long these will last. A rewrite from my original Book 1 of the Gamer Series.

This is also on Fanfiction.net, same name and everything. The author is the same, but with Web novel limiting the word count, so I had to make it similar to my fanfic's username. 

Warning: Bad grammar, English not my first language. 

Check the other stories of mine in https://www.fanfiction.net/~imboredsojustdoingrandomfanfic

AND DONE! The 4th of July, 2020 is when this fanfic is completed!

When abilities were first introduced to the human race, people quickly learnt that some were far more powerful than others. 
The abilities themselves were also different from person to person. They were dependent on how many mutant cells could be activated within the body. 
With this came the introduction of the power level system. There were a total of 8 different power levels. 
These levels indicated how many mutant cells were in the body but not how strong the ability was. They could then be further divided into subcategories. 1.1 1.2 ... all the way to 1.9.
Although these levels were just a system designed by the military to put everyone in a specified category. 
There were two ways for people to obtain abilities. When the war started with the Dalki race, people started to share their powers with the outside world. They wrote down how they accomplished this power and put the information down in things called ability books.
After the first war had ended, the books were no longer distributed for free and started to go on sale to the public. The military decided to keep some of the more powerful abilities to themselves.
Generally, ability books from level 1 to 5 were sold to the public. In contrast, giant corporations and the military kept the higher-level ones to themselves.
The second way to obtain an ability was if you were an Original. Originals were the first people who had initially discovered the powers for themselves and decided to pass it down within their family.
Not writing it down and teaching it from person to person.
Not all ability users chose to share their abilities to the outside world and decided to keep it within their bloodline. Originals usually had the strongest of abilities that couldn't be measure using the power system. 
Because of these two reasons, Quinn had always been a level 1. 
He had no family members to support him. Leaving him no chance to buy an ability book and his family had no abilities themselves, so he wasn't an Original.
When Quinn had obtained the book, his first guess was that it was some time of an ability book. Now, after all these years, it seemed like he had obtained an ability. But he had never heard of an ability book like this before, and he didn't have a clue what power level it had mutated his cells to. 
Usually, on the front, there would be a technique that helped you master your ability up to a certain power level. But with the book was now gone.
Quinn lifted up his hand to look at the watch, which indicated his current power level was one. When he looked around, he noticed that everyone else's watches currently showed the same number.
Griff was standing in front of all the students and called names in groups of five.
These students would then be transported somewhere to take the test. Quinn was hopeful at first thinking that he might have been able to change his ability level for once. Still, his mind was quickly changed after receiving a notification.
[You are being hit by direct sunlight]
[All stats will be halved]
He didn't even know how good 10 strength, 10 agility, and 10 stamina points were. There was nothing he could compare it to. 
But if his eyesight was anything to go by, then it would mean it was at least the top condition of a normal human being. Right now though, Quinn felt incredibly weak and sluggish.
His body felt extremely hot, and he was sweating buckets. Quinn thought it was a good thing he drank a load of water beforehand. Otherwise, he would have been extremely dehydrated.
"Hey, are you okay?", a stranger standing next to Quinn said.
The stranger had slick blonde hair and hazel green eyes with a chiselled face and sharp jawline. He also stood 6 foot 2 inches tall while Quinn was 5, 11. This type of person Quinn would usually avoid at his last shool as everyone would always pay attention to them, and boy did Quinn hate attention.
"If you want, I can call someone for help," the stranger said.
"It's okay, I'm just a little bit nervous about the testing," Quinn said as he tried to ignore his tired body and stand up straight.
The stranger looked Quinn up and down. Quinn was quite skinny for his age. He didn't have a lot of muscle on him, and right now, he looked incredibly weak. He thought Quinn looked like the type of boy who would have gotten bullied at school, being in a new place and not knowing anyone power levels, of course, he would be nervous.
If he was to get a level one rating again, the same thing would most likely happen here.
"Well, don't be. I'm quite strong you know. If anyone messes with you, you can come and ask me for Help," the stranger said, smiling.
Quinn didn't usually get on with the active, positive type of person, but found it hard to dislike the boy. 
When Quinn thought back about his time at school, he realized he actually didn't get on with anyone.
"The names Vorden," Vorden said as he placed his hand out.
Quinn looked at Vorden's hand. It was actually the first time in his life someone had treated him this way, but he thought that would quickly change. People always did once they found out his ability level. But for once, he just wanted to forget about all that.
"My name's Quinn," Quinn said as he shook Vorden's hand.
<Use of an ability has been detected>
<The ability has been rejected>
Once the system messages appeared, Quinn looked at them strangely. He then noticed that Vordan still hadn't let go of his hand. Then the system repeated the message once again.
<Use of ability had been detected>
<The ability had been rejected>
Quinn then immediately let go of Vorden's hand. The system was clearly telling him that Vordan was trying to use his ability on him. Vorden himself even had a puzzled look on his face as he stood there still.
"You," Vorden said. "What is your ability?"
"I…." Quinn paused, thinking for while whether he should answer or not. In the end, he wanted to see Vorden's real reaction. "I don't have an ability."
Vorden no longer had a puzzled look on his face, as if the answer had satisfied his curiosity, but before he could say anything, Griff made an announcement.
"Will the students Quinn Talen, Vorden Blade, Peter Chuck, Layla Munrow, and Erin Heley please come to the front to take your test."

The human Race is at war with the Vicious Dalki and when they needed help more than ever, THEY started to come forward. 

Humans who had hidden in the shadows for hundreds of years, people with abilities. 

Some chose to share their knowledge to the rest of the world in hopes of winning the war, while others kept their abilities to themselves.

Quinn had lost everything to the war, his home, his family and the only thing he had inherited was a crummy old book that he couldn’t even open. 

But when the book had finally opened, Quinn was granted a system and his whole life was turned around. 

He completed quest after quest and became more powerful, until one day the system gave him a quest he wasn’t sure he could complete. 

"It is time to feed!"
"You must drink human blood within 24 hours"
"Your HP will continue to decrease until the task has been completed"

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Cover is from Kawacy on Deviantart

Heard the sayings:

"Education is the key to success" 

"Teacher is the noblest profession " 

"Teacher holds the future of the new generation" 

"Teaching can not make you rich" 

"Teaching is a life-long learning process" 

"Teaching makes you single forever"

The last one was the truest of tham all. Haha (who can relate to this) 

Hi! I am Juana Dela Cruz a typical Filipina. Welcome to my novel like journal. I am currently 24 years old this year. I am a Math teacher in a public shool here on the Philippines. Last June 2019 is my first anniversary in my teaching career as a public school teacher.

I graduated last 2016 at a prestigious University in our province in terms of education . I am also a high school graduate in the said University. I have my practice teaching there for On-Campus and Off-Campus Practice Teaching there. 

Right after graduation I tried to apply in a private school. This is referred to me by my English major friend who is already hired there. Luckily, the same day of my application, I also signed the contract with the owner. I thought my heart will go out of my ribcage because of nervouseness. 

July 2016 was the first month of my work. Weekdays I teach and at the same time every weekends I have my review for board exam. Because of this I have a dengue for a week. I am confined to a hospital. I haven't even used my Philhealth. I did not even come to school and my review. I missed a lot of lesson but thankfully I fully recovered. 

I taught in a private school for two years as a junior and senior high teacher. The salary is not bad. My co-teachers are very friendly. My principal is very motgerly, we are all well-loved. Now that I am teaching in a public school, I really miss my old school. You can teach whatever and however you like. Because resources are always available. We are having one-mong in-service training. International and national speakers are invited. We are introduced to different teaching and learning styles. A lot of teaching strategies and methods. It is a school where learning and innovation never stops. But it is just like a dream now. Hahaha. How I wish.. 

Bact to reality, I am currently an adviser of grade 7 students this year. This will be my second time. I have two Math subjects and two TLE subjects. Our school is a large category (I think) because the population is between 800-900 students junior high and senior hig students. 

THE REASON I start writing this is because of pent up experiences and stress I am accumulating where I can not share openly. Though I have friends to talk to. May I have student readers here for them to know how a teacher feels in everyday life. 

I once a student
who complains, 
who makes mistakes, 
who mock some teacher, 
who makes 'kalokohan' things in my life,
who makes the life of a teacher tougher, 
who makes memories with lifelong friends, 
who appreciates a good deed made by an inspiring teacher.

Meliodas:"Hey there.The names Meliodas.Nice to meetcha".

The Class:"Huh?".

Mina:"Umm,Mr Aizawa?Whats with the kid,is he a new student".

(Meliodas is starting to get annoyed with everyone calling him a child)

Meliodas:"Shouldn't you mind your manners kid.I may not look it but im even more older than Aizawa".

The class:"EHH!!!".

Mina:"Your kidding.You look so young.Is it your quirk,makeup,drugs?!.Tell me your secret".

Meliodas:"Relax.I dont use any of those".

Mina:"Really??".

Aizawa:"I'll give you 20 minutes for your introductions,until then im going to sleep".

Meliodas:"Okay".

Asui:"How old are you Mr Meliodas?".

Meliodas:"Currently I am over 3000 years old".

The Class:"WHA?!!".

Aizawa:(So,looks like the report was accurate.He really believes he is over 3000 years old)

Mina:"How is that possible?!!".

Midoriya:"Is it your quirk?"

Meliodas:"Hehe,its a secret".

Mina:"Aww man".

(Meliodas looks over at Bakugou who is purposely avoiding eye contact like a child angry at his parents)

(20 minutes flew by in an instant but at the same time Meliodas befriended almost every student in the classroom)

Mineta:"Hey Meliodas,out of all of us who do you think is the most powerful?".

Meliodas:"hmm..in terms of looks Bakugou and Todoroki takes the top but in terms of actual power....id say its Midoriya and Todoroki".

Midoriya:"Huh?!!".

Todoroki:"hmm".

(Bakugou looks pissed.He grabs Meliodas's shirt)

Bakugou:"HEY YOU YELLOW HAIRED BASTARD!!!YOU HAVE THE GUTS TO NOT SAY MY NAME IN THAT LIST OF THE STRONGEST!!!".

Meliodas:"Sure,your strong but your hot headed temper and stubborn attitude is going to get you killed someday".

Bakugou:"Then why add Deku to that list?!!".

Meliodas:"He has more of a cool head and I can feel him having a powerful quirk.Now,I would recommend letting me go before things get ugly".

Bakugou:"You may have blocked my attack last time but dont think I can't blow your head off at this range!!".

(Meliodas's expression changed from funny guy to a demonic smile)

Meliodas:"Ok then,Do it".

Bakugou:"What?".

Meliodas:"Kill me.You said you wanted to do it.Kill me".

(Everyone in the room suddenly became quiet)

(Meliodas grabs Bakugou's hands and squeeze it a little to force him to let go)

Bakugou:"Oww!!".

Meliodas:"If all you do is bark and no bite then any villain will have an easy time dealing with you.You arent on the list because of your hot temper.Enemies can exploit your anger to distract you and seperate you from the team.I've seen a lot of hot headed guys like you who died thinking they had power when they had nothing".

Bakugou:"Tsk".

Meliodas:"Im going to ask you again.Kill me".

Bakugou:"Fine then you Yellow Haired Bastard".

(Bakugou opens his hands and began to move towards Meliodas's direction)

Bakugou:"GO TO HELL!!".

(Meliodas's expression changed back to its original shape)

Aizawa:"ENOUGH!!Meliodas,what did you do?!!".

Meliodas:"Hehe,just teaching a thing or two to your students".

Aizawa:"Getting the students to attack you isn't teaching".

Meliodas:"Hehe.Its my "special" way of teaching

Aizawa:"Nevermind.Everyone,your break is over its time to continue class".

The class:"Aww man.It was just getting interesting".

(A few hours later)
(Ring)

Aizawa:"Alright class,Make sure to finish the assignments by tomorrow".

The class:"Ok".

(While everyone was packing their bags Meliodas noticed Midoriya writing some notes in a notebook)

Meliodas:"Whatcha writing?".

Midoriya:"HUH?!!oh Meliodas you surprised me".

Meliodas:"What are you doing?".

Midoriya:"Well,im writing down the details about you and what your quirk might be in my notebook".

Meliodas:"Cool.Can I take a look?".

Midoriya:"Umm,sure".

Meliodas:"Oh wow,you got quite a few details in this book and who are these other guys?".

Midoriya:"Oh they're other heroes".

Meliodas:"Nice,you got so much information on them and me but some of your information is incorrect".

Midoriya:"Really?.Like what?".

Meliodas:"Well,Your wrong about my powers.They arent anti aging abilities or a physical enhancement.My Physical abilities are naturally trained.No quirk needed and I do age its just my age cycle is just different with Humans".

Midoriya:"Humans?,You mean your not human?".

Meliodas:"Nope".

Midoriya:"If your not human.What are you?".

Meliodas:"Well,Im a demon".

Midoriya:"Huh?!!.To think that demons exist.No itt couldnt be.Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter".

Meliodas:"Relax.Anyway shouldn't you be going.It looks like someone is waiting for you outside".

(its allmight looking through the corner waiting)

Midoriya:"Oh right.Thanks for letting me know my mistakes.Bye".

Meliodas:"Bye.Now then,its time to look for the others".

Whith The threat of the Demon King gone and chaos caith being defeated the 7 deadly sins separate from each other.After Elizabeth Was said to be pregnant a Black portal appears In the kingdom of Liones.When Meliodas leaves to check it out,he was.forcefully sucked into it and where he appeard next was in the world of MHA.

Bai Xi stared at the ring of light on Ye Qingxuan’s fingertip. Through the ring, she could see the youth’s black eyes. There was a faint smile in those eyes.
"It worked?" Charles murmured.
"You used three days to make a ring?" Bai Xi stuck a finger through the light and the ring shattered, breaking from the outside force. But when she pulled her finger back, the deformed shape bounced back like tallow, turning into a ring again. It was bright as before.
Charles nodded. "The shape is a little weird, but it’s very stable. It must have taken a lot of hard work to reach this level."
Properly saying the syllables should have created a smooth ring equal on all sides, but at least Ye Qingxuan was able to improve the quality of the aether structure, and it was no longer a mess like it had been before.
"It’s okay. You’ve worked hard to do this." Bai Xi sighed. "Remember to let us know before you lock yourself up. No one knew anything. Others might have thought you went to rob the church’s bank."
"Don’t be so impatient." Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his finger. "This is just the beginning…" Saying that, he blew. Along his breath, a weak breeze went through the ring and ran into an invisible wall, turning back. The breeze seemed to have blew away the dust, revealing its true nature. There was a thin membrane pulled taught across the ring. It seemed like it would tear with the slightest touch.
But as Ye Qingxuan blew, it slowly inflated. As if blowing a giant soap bubble, Ye Qingxuan carefully and patiently increased the strength of his breath. A bubble slowly appeared from the ring of light on his fingertip. Finally, with a slight push, a perfect bubble popped out from the ring and floated up toward the ceiling.
Bai Xi watched, frozen.
--
The breeze blew in from the window, and the delicate bubble slowly floated toward the girl. It reflected the sunlight and surrounding colors. The semi-transparent bubble emanated a magnificent glow, as if it were reflecting the image of another world.
Bai Xi could see Ye Qingxuan’s face through the thin membrane.
As if sensing the shock in her eyes, the youth smiled.
"What is this?" Bai Xi carefully reached out to hold it, but was scared she would accidentally pop it. When the bubble floated over, she retreated, afraid she would ruin that beautiful thing.
Charles reached out. The lightest touch caused ripples. It floated an inch above his finger, rotating lazily. This was another coherence technique, and it had been executed was amazingly.
Charles studied the bubble on his fingertip. Seeing something unexpected, his eyes lit up with a pleasant surprise. "This is a variant of the Rune · Light. It’s the School of Illusion’s favorite effect—Bubble. You’re already able to use it in battle. If you can make this, then you should know the other twenty-three uses of Light, correct?"
"The others are pretty easy, but I had to try this many times." Ye Qingxuan rubbed his belly and sighed. "I had wanted to make Old Phil’s shape, but the precision it needed was too high. Halfway through, I ran out of energy and almost died. That was so scary…"
"You learned the note and all twenty-three uses over three days? But three days ago, you had no interaction with the aether at all. How did you do it?"
"A stupid method that everyone can think of." Ye Qingxuan pointed at the papers on the table and chuckled. "Practice."
--
"In the end, a musician controls the aether by chanting. The aether joins together and creates the structure of the rune. Different runes have different effects. The principle behind it is complex, but since the proper syllable can achieve the proper result, I just needed to pronounce the correct syllable," Ye Qingxuan said.
"As you all saw, I don’t have the genius so-called ‘feeling.’ So when I chant, I can’t tweak the syllables according to the outside environment and the aether’s reaction, so that’s why the result was weak, right?"
"That’s right," Charles nodded. "How did you fix it?"
"It was easy." Ye Qingxuan snapped his fingers. "As long as I can anticipate outside disturbances beforehand, then there’s no problem."
--
In the silence, the youth spread out the papers with a smile and gazed at the scrawled handwriting. "All I did was find the proper syllable from different records. The theories used now, and corrections to pronunciation all come from each individual’s ‘sense’ of the Originator. Then they adjust their Sound of Heart and perform the rune. But it was noted in ‘Ten Basic Problems in Casting,’ there’s a non-mainstream School of Behavior. They don’t believe in the existence of a soul, and only believe in action and reaction. It can be applied to Phantom Beasts, which are created from aether. So there should be a set mechanism to force a reaction from the aether too."
There was a long silence following Ye Qingxuan’s words.
After a long time, Charles processed Ye Qingxuan’s words with difficulty. "So you’re saying that you read everything that had anything to do with Light, chant records, the aether environment at the time, the timbre, frequency, pitch, pattern of change, and everything else?"
"That’s right," Ye Qingxuan nodded.
"Everything?" Charles felt like he was hallucinating.
"Everything." Ye Qingxuan nodded again.
His voice trembling, Charles asked, "That’s what you did for three days?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and shook his head. "It took one day to organize all the material, and half a day to find the pattern of change of notes. Memorizing it all took the shortest amount of time."
He paused and added, "There’s not much, give or take six-hundred variations. If you take out the two-hundred or so rare circumstances, it’s easy to remember the rest. The changes are complicated, but once you get the pattern, it’s not hard."
"…" Silent, Charles looked at the youth, his eyes wild like he was looking at two different things. His left eye was looking at an idiot, while his right eye was looking at a strange creature. "I can’t believe it. Your *ss really used force on the runes!"
Ye Qingxuan smiled. "If using force works, then I don’t mind."
Charles looked up to the sky and sighed. "Other people use their experience and look for shortcuts when trying to pass a mountain. I can’t believe I met a lunatic who would try to flatten the mountain!"
--
"The Royal Academy of Music has more than ten majors. Most are more specific divisions of the four major schools. This includes our school, Music History. It is considered a branch under the School of Revelation. But because the material we cover overlaps too much with other majors, and all of the professors left, the major was basically eliminated." Abraham sighed with a sense of loss. "When I first came to the academy, the principal saw that I wasn’t good at anything else and put me in charge of this major. There’d never been many students. There’ve only been you two in these recent years."
Here, his expression became bitter. "I’m not the best at teaching and no one is interested in research-oriented studies, so it has never been popular. It probably won’t even exist in a few years."
"Professor, don’t worry. You have a genius like me!" Charles comforted him. "Wait for me to take care of my problems at hand, and then it’ll be our time to shine!"
"Don’t be ridiculous. A major is a serious branch of study that needs the blood and sweat of many people. It’s not just you getting attention!" Abraham knocked on Charles’ head and returned to teaching Ye Qingxuan. "Do you have any thoughts?"
"Basic criteria of ancient writing, exploration of the sources, and changes of major language branches, the history of the Dark Ages…" Confusion was written all over Ye Qingxuan’s face. "Why do we have to learn this stuff?"
"These are our professional courses, my friend," Charles drawled. "Music History’s strong points are deciphering ancient literature, music scores, and runes. They produce scholars and archeologists."
"So we can’t fight?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
Charles patted his shoulder. "It’s okay, junior. We’re different from the hooligans from the School of Modification. At least scholars don’t have to go to war, right?"
"Other than our professional courses, the classes aren’t much different from the other majors. And we have our own field in music scores too," Abraham said. "There are similarities between the ancient language and runes. You’re talented in deciphering runes and analyzing data. This major suits you."
Ye Qingxuan’s was still somewhat confused. "Professor, you saying this makes me happy, but I still feel that the future is just bleak archeology."
"Why don’t you look at this?" As he spoke, Abraham placed a notebook before the youth. "These are Charles’ notes from when he first started. I think you’ll find something you like in it."
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan opened the notebook, flipped through a few pages and froze. It was clearly Charles’s notes, filled with explanations of ancient languages found from archeology digs. Ye Qingxuan had never seen these things before, but it felt familiar for some reason.
When he read the reasoning portion, a streak of light flashed passed through his mind. This book of theories and patterns used when deciphering ancient writing was identical to what he had been doing when looking for the changes in runes and syllables! In fact, the structure and direction was far more complete than his. Just by scanning and comparing, he realized that he had made many mistakes down in the basement. It was just theories and did not include any applications, but they seemed to target his weak spots, and goosebumps popped up on his skin. Compared to these notes, the exhaustive method that Ye Qingxuan had been proud of was like a sieve. If these theories were correct, then he could save at least seventy percent of his efforts when analyzing the runes and changes in syllables. At least seventy percent!
"What…is this?" Ye Qingxuan glanced up in shock, seeing Abraham’s lips curl into a faint smile. He had never seen such pride in his stiff, wooden teacher.
"I told you. Music History is the best at deciphering ancient history and literature. Music scores are part of literature. Most of the scores and techniques we know today were found from archeology sites. No one is better than us at reading music scores and runes."
"But why have I never seen this in textbooks?" Ye Qingxuan gaped.
"Ah this…" Abraham suddenly seemed embarrassed. "Charles always complained that the textbooks before were too hard, so I created some new methods from my own research. But then this guy wouldn’t learn them, and I didn’t have a student to teach. Would you…"
"Yes! Yes!" The youth practically ran over to hug the professor, his eyes shining. "Professor, please teach me! How about we start with the runes? I have some questions about the variations of Light…"
"Uh, get down first." Abraham finally pulled the excited Ye Qingxuan down from his body. "I still need to organize the teaching material. How about we start class tomorrow? You still have five days. If you’re only going to memorize it all, then you still have a big chance to pass."
Ye Qingxuan finally calmed down, but he was still euphoric and would not let go of the notebook. "Hehe, there’s always a road when you get to the mountain!"
"Is that a saying from the East?" Abraham lowered his head, sighing, "I remember an Eastern professor used to say that."
"Eastern professor?" In an instant, Ye Qingxuan woke up from his euphoric state. Finally remembering the things that Wolf Flute had told him, his eyes lit up. "Who?"
"It was decades ago. You asked me so suddenly that I don’t remember." The professor’s brows furrowed. "Was it decades ago, or just a few years ago? I remember the academy used to have a professor in the School of Mind from the East. I think his name was…his name…" The more he tried to remember, the more confused he became. "No, maybe he was Burgundian? Did I remember incorrectly? But why do I feel like I went to his wedding?" Here, he shook his head. "I really can’t remember. Is it because I’m getting old?"
"…" Ye Qingxuan stayed silent, not sure what to say. He suddenly realized that everyone had forgotten about his father.
Abraham had lost his memories, and if those people in the academy had remembered him, they would have remarked how similar Ye looked to his father. Even Wolf Flute who had ditched school had started to forget what his father had taught. In this academy, everyone’s memories of the Eastern musician, Ye Lanzhou, had disappeared. It was like he had never existed in this world.
Who did it? Someone else? Or was it…his father himself?
Musicians of the School of Mind were the best at controlling others’ memories. He had surpassed the seventh level of the Scepter Rank, and he did not even need to make any physical movements to erase everything. But he was able to erase the memories of so many musicians, and even put a seal on Wolf Flute’s lecture notes without even so much as a hand gesture. Such skill had surpassed everything.
But with skill like this, why would he still join Satan?
Since the beginning, Ye Qingxuan never believed the crimes that he had supposedly committed, but now…what did this all mean? He sank into contradicting thoughts. No matter what he did, he could not solve this mystery.


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

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