this fanfic is based off the movies not the books. It starts in the first half of the deathly hallows

Harry-Potter, These two words are those words that each magic fanatic teen knows either through novels or movies. 

Austin Evans was like one these magic fanatic teens in his high school. He liked to read novels, mangas, animes, movies etc. anything that relates to magic.

Born in very rich family of businessmen, his family spoiled him very much, even more after death of his mother during his young age. His father would always be busy in work related to business, and even travel time to time, other places for works, meetings etc. So he was unable to spend his time with Austin. But he always fulfilled any wishes or needs Austin have, and provided large amount of money to him for spend on thongs he liked.

Before High School, Austin was like any other rich spoiled kid out in world, but in high school after he made few new friends who were what we call OTAKU, he started become like them. He even started to bunk classes later on to watch movies or anime series. One thing that fascinated him more in these things was Magic.

He searched and read every novels, books, journals related to magic daily. He became one of biggest fan of Harry Potter series after watching its movie series. Then he started to purchase everything is related to Harry Pitter series like Wands, Books, Brooms, Dressesetc. He always read few chapters of Harry Potter Novel series before sleeping, once it ends then he again start it from beginning.

Last night was like any other nights except few things that happens after reading the few death part of story, that was crying. Last night he cried and slept after reading the death of Fred, one of the Prankster Twins in the Battle of Hogwarts to find out Next Morning he wasn't in his previous world but in Potter-Verse and in train that left for Hogwarts - Hogwart Express.

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Austin Evans got transmigrated into the world of Harry-Potter unexpectedly with a system, while sleeping after reading Harry Potter last night.

He used to be what people say one of the POTTER-HEADS. He was in his late teens and one of the biggest fans of Harry Potter Series. What he liked most in the series either in movie or in novel was Magic, Wands etc. He also used to like to read other novels related to Wizard, Sorcerers, Spell-Casters etc.

So how will he change story and by how much??

What will the effects of changing the story??

Will he be in shadows or rise up openly??

Watch his journey to become most powerfull wizard in different novel universes.




This is just a fan written fiction about his favourite novel. I don't own any of characters accept mine in this series, originals belong to JK Rowling.

Actually, The System Design in this novel has, been picked up from another fan-fic on webnovel known as Wizardary system with little modification. If the writer of the that novel have any problem regarding me copying his idea then he/she can mail me i will remove the ideas I had taken from that novel.The Wizardary System is quite good fanfic, in fact it was one of my favourites fanfics about harry-potter but the MC started to behave like an little kid later on along with other characters so it dropped few ranks in my list of fanfics, If my character goes like that in future please remind me.

And about Cover of the Novel, i got it from google if anybody have any problems with it, you can either comment on the novel or mail me on: 

shauryasingh67559@yahoo.com

A young teen was standing alone on the sidewalk, slightly leaning on a rather large traveling luggage bag. He flapped the neck of his shirt as sweat rolled down from his pitch black hair to the edge of his chin. He had already taken off his jacket but the late summer glare of the sun was merciless and he had been waiting for a while. A wait that was to be blamed on his side. He had left the house in a hurry, at an hour much earlier than when the car was suppose to arrive and in clothes that were not fit at all for the weather.
But he did not mind, hell, he even preferred this over his house. He enjoyed this moment where he didn't need to do or think about anything. Just him, the horrible sun, and the empty road. It was rather freeing. 
He was wonder how much longer he had when he heard the sound of engine from a far. In the distance, at the far end of the road, he saw a black car speeding towards him. It only took seconds for the car to skid to a stop in front of him and a male driver in suits to frantically jumped out of the car. 
"I am so sorry for making you have wait, I should have came earlier but I had to drive Master Nakamine to Osaka for the festival in the morning and-" The driver cut off by the teen as he headed towards the trunk of the car pulling the luggage with him.
"Don't bother about me, and hey look." He pulled out his phone and showed the time to the driver. "It's still 17 minutes before 11am. You aren't late I was early. Now let's put this away and leave." The teen tapped the trunk lightly with his spare hand. 
"Of course! Right away." The driver nodded in agreement and dashed toward the teen to help load the luggage. 
Once the luggage was placed in the trunk the teen opened the back seat of the car. Cool breeze from the A/C of the car welcomed him as he made himself comfortable. The driver joint shortly after and started the engine.
The ride was quiet. The teen had a distinct feeling that the driver was currently uncomfortable around him but did not bother to ease the mood. Silence was better than an awkward conversation in his opinion. So instead, he opted to looked out the window and view the city that he had lived for all his life for one last time before he left. It would be at least 2 years until he could return here. For a moment he pondered if he should be sad about it happy about it but then decided that it didn't really matter what he thought. A small irritation began to prude his heart at the conclusion and he turned his eyes away from the window. He closed his eyes and listened to the engine of the car as he slowly drifted to sleep. 

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The first thing he heard was a almost silent sound of machine humming in the background. A sound that wasn't that of a vehicle. His mind slowly began to boot as he started to gain consciousness. He moved his hands through his hair as he opened his eyes to see blue. Blue. Complete and utter blue room. For specifically a room decorated completely in blue. The couch he was sitting on was blue, the carpet was blue, the table he was facing was blue, the curtains at the far end of the room was blue. All in different shades but none the less blue. He remember that he had fallen asleep in the car but was not sure how he got here. He hazily looked around trying to look for some clues as to where he was to find nothing. Still slightly dazed, he groaned and rubbed his temples to focus. It was then when a voice, a cheery female voice, pierced through the room. 
"Salutation! And welcome to the Velvet room. We didn't want to wake you up since you looked just so~ peaceful but now that you're up and ready to roll, would you like to take a seat near us?" The voice was loud and high, yet it was oddly smoothing.
He noticed that on the other side of the room there were two people taking a seat at the table. Both in such obtruding clothes that he could not understand how he missed them before. Because he had definitely seen the tables, which was also blue. One on the couple was a ghastly pale woman with short white hair, dressed in a blue elevator clothes that he had seen in old movies. What stood out more was her golden iris which seemed to practically shine in the dimly lit room. 
Next to her sat a boy, probably few year younger than his own age from his looks, with blue hair that covered most of the right side of his face. The boy was leaning on the table with both his eyes closed and wore a blue blazer with a red armband. If the boy had been the one who designed the room, well the only thing he could say was that the boy must really like the color blue. Noticing that the two of them were quietly sitting near the table and waiting for him, he looked around the room one more time to check if there were any other surprises he missed. 
It was then that he realized that there were no visible doors in the room. Room with no doors, last memory in a car leaving the city, and being alone with two strangers who did not seem to think this situation was particularly odd. 
Sighing in exasperation he stood up from the couch and walked towards the table. He knew what had happened. He had been in a similar situation before and had even been told what to do. The instructions were, if he memorized them correctly, stay calm and do not resist the captures, try to become personally endearing to them by listening or agreeing to their demand. Well he was calm for one.
"Look, if you're trying to get some kind of ransom, I'm sorry but it's not gonna work." He spoke cautiously as he approached the table. 
While the lady seemed excited at he's words for some reason, he hoped that it wasn't because she enjoyed things the 'hard' way, the boy simply shot opened his eyes to stare at him. When the teen saw the boy's eyes he froze on the spot. The boy's eyes, felt.... familiar. Like it was someone that he knew from long ago. But he couldn't recall anyone with the boy's feature. And he clearly would not have forgotten blue hair. There was also a deep tranquility that could never be produced by someone at his age. Maybe the boy was much older than he looked? It was once again the woman's voice that unfroze him.
"Ooh ransom? I heard that it's a form of ancient parley where one must pay in gold of their own body weight to gain freedom. Does that mean our current guest can produce gold of his own weight?" Her eyes were glittering, very effectively given its color, and excitement was oozing from her posture. The sheer absurdity of her words and excitement broke whatever tension and cautiousness that was left in the teen. Maybe this was some elaborate joke.
"Don't know where you got that idea and I definitely cannot pull out gold but as I said, can't help you get any ransom. My father couldn't give any less shit about me." He said as he pulled the empty chair. "Let alone gold in my body weight." 
"Ah ha, I know this as well. This is called a negotiation bluff where-"
"Elizabeth..." She was cut off by boy, or man. Again, in the boy's voice the teen felt something that he couldn't define. 
"My apologies." The woman, Elizabeth, which he assumed to be her name is, said and bowed curtly. The cheeriness was gone a replaced instead with formality "It seemed that I was overly excited with a new guest and forgot what was due first. Please, let us introduce ourselves first." 
She placed her hand to her chest to introduce herself. "My name is Elizabeth, a resident of this Velvet room and this" She stretched her hand towards the boy. "Is my master Orpheus." 
He felt dumb at her words. He briefly considered this was some kind of a joke. A blue room called Velvet room. Or maybe they were toying with him but then there were probably better ways they could have toyed with him. "Is Velvet room some kind of new criminal organization?" He asked instead.
Elizabeth seemed delighted at his words first, only to quickly regain her composure. The boy looked indifferent at his statement. "No, the Velvet room is a realm between dream and reality, between mind and matter. It is a room that provides for those bound by the contract in their journey forth." She explain with a straight face.
The lies were becoming more insane at this point. He even contemplated the idea due to its sheer absurdity. 
"Then I'm in some sort of a unconscious state of mind and you are suppose to help me because I formed a contract?" He half joked.
"Partially." Orpheus suddenly spoke up, no longer leaning on the table. "Only, the contract has not been formed yet. Here," Orpheus pulled out a sheet of paper and pen from under the table and passed it to him. "Read and sign the contract if you wish." 
The teen eyed Orpheus suspiciously before taking the paper. On it were written two simple sentences. 
[I will take responsibility for all my future actions. All future consequence from my decisions are my own burden.]
Then two blank lines waiting to be signed. Perhaps this was a new form of scam he thought. 
"What happens if I don't sign this." He questioned. "Based on what you said, if I refuse, wouldn't I have exit this Velvet room since it is only for the contracted?" 
"Perhaps." Orpheus answered vaguely, his facial expression a blank. "Although I cannot say much. I've never met anyone who did not sign the contract after arriving here in the Velvet room." 
The teen's body tensed. This was a threat. He was certain of it. Whatever their end goal was, they wanted him to sign this paper and was willing to keep him locked up here if he didn't. He considered the alternatives of refusing to sign or staying in the room indefinitely for a moment then shrugged, signing felt easier. He signed the paper and handed it back. 
Orpheus read the paper before putting it back under the table. When Orpheus' hands returned from under the table, he was holding a deck of cards. The cards that were, again, blue. He felt he was developing a blue-phobia at this point.
"Can I leave now?" He asked to Orpheus. 
Orpheus ignored him and began shuffling the deck. "Do you believe in tarot card fortune telling 'Nakamine Yukinori'?" Orpheus asked instead. 
"No, and I'm pretty sure that you guessing my name isn't any fortune telling." Nakamine retorted. This whole situation could not get any more weird.
Orpheus' epxression remained blank at the statement and spread the cards on the table. From the spread, he pulled out seven cards in a row and place them on the table. Orpheus was about to turn the cards when he hesitated and turned towards Elizabeth. She smiled and nodded to him, reassuring whatever shenanigans he was cooking now. 
Orpheus glided his hand over the cards and they turned, opening one by one. The first card to turn showed a black figure of man with a dog behind him and the number 0 on the bottom. 
"Fool, in the downward position. A journey to begin." There was a hint of sadness in Orpheus' tone. 
Nakamine sighed and decided he might as well listen. "That's not really fortune telling don't you think?"
"That would depend. Same cards could have different meaning. Although in this case, I have to agree. A guest could not enter the Velvet room without being placed under the fate of 'journey'"
Fate was too big of a word in Nakamine's opinion.
The second card revealed an upside down drawing of the sun. "Sun, in reversed. Commonly representing failure in past." Nakamine stared at the card then at Orpheus. He wasn't sure what he was trying to hint. 
The third card turned to show some kind of bed post and a reversed 7. "Chariot in reversed position. Despair? Or a loss of passion?" Orpheus continued calmly. That did not sit well in him. 
"Is this the type where you make me buy fake charms to fend away my 'bad luck'?" Nakamine asked scratching his chin. "Because I am willing to buy them if we can end this now."
Orpehus took a glimpse at him before the fourth card opened, showing a moon and the number 18. "Upright moon." Orpheus paused after this, not saying anything for a moment. Nakamine wondered if this was supposed to be part of fortune telling to build suspense or if Orpheus finally couldn't think of anything on the spot anymore.
"Perhaps it is best if we continued later, we'll have more bundles of fun to enjoy in the future" Elizabeth's voice came from the side. Nakemine had almost forgotten she was there.
Orpheus simply nodded in agreement and suddenly the light in the room started to became dimmer. 
"Wait hold on, what's happening?!" Nakamine shouted nervously. He wasn't expecting this turn of events. Why was the light turning off. Frantically he search the ceilings to see the lights. 
There, on the ceiling, was a single large window at the top that showed a body of water and.. fish? They were underwater. The light was completely gone at that moment of realization and Nakamine's consciousness faded into darkness.

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Nakamine woke abruptly to a shout calling his name. 
"Thank god. I am sorry for waking you up but I was worried there Yukinori. You weren't responding at all." It was the driver. 
Nakamine blinked couple of times and swirled his head around. He was back in the car. The same car he remembered getting on. He signed in relief. Of course it was a dream. Underwater kidnapping by a crazy elevator girl and a boy with blue hair who was into fortune telling. 
The driver stared at him with worried expression which Nakamine decided to ignore. 
"Is everything alright?" The driver asked in concern.
"Everything's fine" Nakamine replied dismissively as he opened the door to his left. The humid air of the outside made him feel more awake and the dream less real. It truly had all been a dream. When he close to door the driver was already next to him. The driver face showed that he did not completely believe Nakamine's assertions but did not want to argue. 
The driver pulled out Nakamine's luggage from the trunk as Nakamine looked around where he was. The first thing he saw was a small apartment on the right. Only two floors in height and around 7 rooms per floor. His mother had told him that his aunt should be in room 101 of the apartment. 
A small dry cough sound came from behind. Nakamine turned to find the driver holding the luggage. Ready to follow Nakamine.
Instead of heading to the apartment, Nakamine reached towards the luggage. "I got it from here, thanks for the ride."
He did not want to bother the driver any more. The driver mostly likely had a busy schedule. Given the time he would need to pick his father up back from Osaka. 
"Are you sure?" The concern only deepened in the driver's face. He still held on to the luggage.
"Yes I am sure." Nakamine said and pulled away the luggage from the driver's hands.
The driver hesitated for a moment before nodding. He bowed one last time and got back on the car to leave. 
Nakamine watched the car disappear into the horizon before dragging the luggage to the apartment. 
Room 101 was fairly easy to find given that it was the first house of the apartment. He took in a deep breath before knocking thrice. 
"Coming" A voice came from inside the house. Followed by what seemed like the sound of falling books. Then a yelp. Then clothes ripping? Finally the door opened revealing a rather tall female figure wearing a large lose t-shirt and rummaging through her messy brown hair. The glass she wore was half crooked threatening to fall down. She reminded Nakamine of his mother.
"Aunt Hikari?" He asked to confirm. He hadn't exactly seen her other than in a picture. 
"Aunt?" She corrected her glasses and stared at him before clapping loudly. "Holy shit, your Yukinori! Look how you have grown, the last I remember seeing you was when you were a baby." She said and ruffled his hair. "Sis did say that you were gonna come today. It is so nice to see you." 
Yukinori laughed awkwardly rather not enjoying her touch. "Thank you, it's nice to see you too. And I heard that you had a room that I could use?"
She tilted her head left as if digging in her memories. Her eyes darted quickly between the luggage he was carrying and his face then her face light up. "Right, your mother also did mention that. Give me a moment." She clapped her hands once more and she retracted back into the house. After a few seconds she returned with a bundle of keys on her hand and pink flip-flops on her feet. 
"Here follow me." She headed towards the stairs. Only to stop and turn back to face him. "Do you need a hand with those." She said pointing to his luggage. 
"No, I can handle it." Nakamine smiled and politely refused. He even lifted the luggage up and down a few times to prove his point. 
"Stronger than you look huh?" Aunt Hikari laughed and went up the stairs. Followed closely by Nakamine.
She passed a few rooms on the upper floor before stopping at room 204. She read through the keys in her hand before choosing one and fitting it inside the keyhole. 
"The rooms been empty for bit more than a year so you are gonna need some dusting to do. Sorry about that." She said as she turned the keys. 
"For a free room, I could do with more than dusting. Thank you for the room by the way."
She made a short chuckle. "Good to know you see it that way. And no need to thank me. Your dad was the one who paid for it anyway."
Nakamine's face stiffened at her words but Aunt Hikari was too focused on the door to notice it. 
"So here we are." She walked into the room to introduce it to Nakamine. "It's small honestly. One room and one washroom. The kitchen is over there." She pointed towards where the stoves where. "But you will need to buy a fridge since I never replaced it after the last one broke." She turned to Nakamine His face was already back to normal. "I could help you get it if you want. It's a short drive to the electronic store."
"Maybe some other time. I was thinking of doing some unpacking and cleaning for today." He said and pushed in the luggage bag into the room. "Rest of my stuffs are suppose to come by late tonight."
"Of course, no need to rush. just tell me whenever you are ready." She moved past him and towards the door. "Well enjoy your room, and come down if you need anything" She said before smiled and heading out.

Fanfiction of persona series. But only borrow the concept and few characters. Actual plot and main characters are completely knew. Follow the fool's journey of Nakamine Yukinori

What is a guy suppose to do when he has nothing everyday dreaming of the same stuff such as being in different books, movies, and tv shows. He didn't really do much else yeah he had a job and friends but he didn't really see his life as fulfilled it was move as going on with the motion of things, he also wasn't a fanatic he just wanted to have something more.

So here we have Jax sitting alone in his newly bought two story apartment, this place was known for having well let's just say sketchy characters and he couldn't help but agree it was really like that. The owners and manger did nothing to dispel this image either when he work up last night on his first night here and their was a woman looking down at him with a knife running along his shirtless chest, she didn't say anything and he didn't move but that's how he spent his first night.

Tonight he was determined not to sleep since it seemed that he was safe during they day, though he was at work so he wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he was staring at the tv hoping not to fall asleep. For what seemed to be the hundredth time he was watching the fifth season of The Originals he didn't really like the way the show ended of course the show was over so it was okay to kill people off but killing the people who started the show was just stupid. 

If he was the writer he would have done something more exciting like a final show down with The Hollow, like they put it into someone else and it finally came for them so it can get Hope, or that it teamed up with an Alpha Wolf to take the down. That's why he would include Teen Wolf because in The Originals they had 'alphas' but it didn't seem like they were that strong but the ones from Teen Wolf were so it boost the power of an alpha from there to help the hollow take down the originals. Of course he would also keep Elijah, Niklaus, and Hayley because they were his favorites and two were Hopes parents and he loved her character more than any so he would love to see her happy.


As Jax was sitting there thinking it over suddenly a little bright light went off next to him and sitting on his couch was a old man who was munching on Oreos with a large glass of milk looking content, "Are those my Oreos!? If so you owe me a new bag." Jax just thought he was another stranger who broke in and after last night this was more than welcomed.

"No Jax I'm not a stranger who broke in and yes these are your last Oreos but I won't replace them cause you should thank me for eating them." The old man said still eating away like he was starved for thousands of years.

"Oh yeah and why is that?" Jax asked sarcastically rolling his eyes and continuing to watch tv.

"Because since you are so generous to give them to me I will give you whatever you want name it and it is yours." He said still eating and watching the originals in fascination.

"Oh my thank you so much," at this point Jax was just treating him like a senile old man who got lost, "If that's true then I want to be sent to the world of The Originals/Teen Wolf combined where it is rearranged to my liking with Teen Wolf starting at season two, I also want to be invincible through out with being a True Original Vampire mixed with a Fenrir Wolf bloodline that makes me an True Vampire Alpha Wolf God, oh and since you said 'Anything' I want to be absolutely immune to magic and be able to use it and do anything I can imagine."

The old man nodded and rubbed his beard leaving cookie crumbs, "Don't hold back we won't meet again after this is there anything else you need House? Money? Looks?"

Jax rolled his eyes, "Yeah sure give me it all make me super rich with a house in Beacon Hills and New Orleans with the latter being near the Mikealson house, and make me look like I was sculpted from god with a nice six pack and swimmer body I should also have black hair and blue-grey eyes." Jax said switching the episode to the last since he was done.

"What no system?"

"Umm yes and no I want a system that reminds me of big events and can control the strongest magic other than that you can take the rest away leave it as an A.I in my houses and phone, also I want to not be able to die by anything unless I want to die." Jax said sighing he was getting tired of the old mans antics they were actually starting to make him tired and he was not going to fall asleep in this place unless it was daylight.

The old man didn't say anything he just nodded and when Jax turned his head to watch tv again he was gone without a word he just ate all of Jax's Oreos and left, Jax didn't even notice things around him change. He went from being awake to asleep which he seemed not to notice and the apartment went from being that to a house now in the New Orleans quarter, his once brown hair went black and silky along with his plain brown eyes now shimmering with blue and grey shinning in the moonlight. His slightly pudgy body went from that to a tight well toned that would make any woman drool or some men if they went that way, his face was sharp with smooth skin that would put any woman to shame.

When he entered the world everyone in the city felt it, it would have been the world but there was something suppressing it so it was limited to the city as not to cause chaos in the world. Jax of course was oblivious to all of it as he slept peacefully on a large king bed that had the soft sheets and mattress in the world, with a content smile he slept through the night.
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*Somewhere else in the city

There was a teenage girl with long black hair and glowing blue eyes who was in the middle of a conference meeting with a man who looked to be in his thirties before they both turned to a certain direction, neither spoke as the looked in the direction. It was the girl who broke the silence first, "Well Mr. Thompson what do you think of that someone stronger than the rest have shown up I can feel... wolf in him but there is much more I just can't tell how much it is even beyond me."

"Well Lilith (Gave Hollow a new name it will be this from now on) what will you do with this new player in town?" The man did with a wicked smile his eyes glowing red while looking towards Jax house, he felt threatened by the power.

"Nothing it changes nothing with him here the power I hold won't last this body long I can only pay a visit tomorrow and hope he won't ruin my plans." She said with a small smile.

A guy who met what he believed to be a crazy old man took the chance to name his wishes and gets the opportunity to live in the world of Teen Wolf/The Originals..... What will he do next now that the world isn’t all that he knows.... well one thing is clear he is after his dream girl Hope Mikaelson? Wait no she isn’t enough Malia Tate too please....... Why not try for this new girl WAIT ITS THE HOLLOW!!!!

Follow Jax through this rearranged world that he kinda of wished for......


---I own none of the characters except for the MC and a few introduced characters.

The warm temperature of the Jade Emperor's hall suddenly disappeared and replaced with sudden fluctuation of coldness and murderous intent.

"House of Hera, $88, 861, 071. Nineteen branches of Louvre, thirty eight branches of The Crest, four main mansions and six villas...the correct figure based on the monetary value of each, if these are combined, isn't it $88, 997, 071?

House of Poseidon, $93, 871, 019? If the properties' value were added as well, isn't it..$93, 888, 762?

House of Ares, 

Artemis, 

Demeter, 

Apollo..."

He breathlessly enumarated the exact calculation of each houses' correct revenues based on the assests' equivalent monetary value.

"Now, tell me, am I, Mo Zhaoshan, the House Master of the Powerhouse,
.
.
.
.
ARE YOU TAKING ME FOR A FOOL?!"

He roared at them angrily and smash his fist once again on the ice table.

Every single person except the two overlooking dieties at the side were frightened at their wits end.

They found it hard to breath as the suffocating murderous intent engulfed them. They all lowered their heads in shame as their faces were swollen from a big slap that Mo Zhaoshan gave them. Who would thought that he'd suddenly bring this up?

Butler Rong at the other side shook is head in disappointment.

He knows how his master is well-versed in every single thing that others may not be capable of.

Remembering every detail on the list? Photographic memory? Calculation in a glance? BS! Did these fools forgot how Master managed to subdue them?
  


The Jack of all Trades.

He was born to be the kings of these kings. From young age, he is said to be aloof, full of wisdom and indifferent.

Indeed, he is different from the other children.


Lord Gaia once told him that his master, since he learned how to grasp books, remained aloof and preffered to learn by himself. It went on like that until he found a friend. But after his friends disappearance, he went back to who he is before.

He spent his time managing the fourteen houses as soon as he entered highschool.


A teen-age boy who subdued the fourteen houses masters, be it physical strength, psychological, or mental, his intelligence is too far and unreachable from the other people.

"In this lifetime, I will not let you leave me again..."

"Who do you really love? The Jingxian who died with you or Bai Xia that is alive with you?..."


"Be it 500 years ago or the time where we're currently in, you're still the other half of me that can never be taken away by space and time."


The Mark of Discord led them into their demise and separate two bodies with one heart and soul.

After finding her for the 500 years, would she still be the same love of his life or will she forever treat her as her big brother? Will she leave him again?

Fate is sealed for the both of them. Are they still fated to reign the fourteen palaces? Or would they still end up meeting their demise?
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She remembered who she was and the game changed.

They threw her into the claws of the wolves and she came back leading the pack.

She's the strong cup of black coffee in a world that is drunk on the cheap wine of shallow love.

She chose solitude over old kisses, she learned that anything that is not love is a poison.

She didn't look for a knight, instead she learned how to wield the sword.

Now that she's on her track, she won't let the doom happen again.
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For him, the smartest woman can ever learn, is to never need a man.

But to her, he wanted her to need him more than diamonds and power. He wanted to devour her and all that is her, her heart, her soul.

His thousand years of waiting and failure made his worthiness purer and stronger for her love.
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Would the doom from the previous lifetime be the same again?

Given the chance to travel through space and time a thousand years ago, who would they love? The past or their present selves?

Join this star-crossed lovers court disaster and defy the rule of faith during this lifetime.
Join the star-crossed lovers in their one of a kind story of love, power, and time travel.

photo credits to pinterest: cover photo is not mine.

I'm currently working on the revision of the existing chapters. Please bear with me :)

Danzhou Harbor lay to the east of the state of Qing, near the sea. Since the recent completion of the ports in the South, and with the sea route to the West that was opened up early on, the state’s center of trade had moved south. As a result, Danzhou Harbor was gradually forgotten. The formerly bustling port had quieted down years ago.
Seagulls flew freely, no longer harassed by annoying sailors.
The local residents of Danzhou Harbor, on the other hand, had not experienced much change in their lives. Although their income had decreased, the emperor had been exempting them from paying taxes for years, and they continued to lead comfortable lives. Not to mention that the seaport was very beautiful and, now quiet, it naturally became more livable.
Once in a while, some big name would come to Danzhou Harbor and build a manor.
However, as it was so far from the imperial capital, few of the officials really settled down there. Perhaps only the old lady who lived in the house to the west of the city could be counted as one.
It was said that the old lady was the mother of Count Sinan, and moved to Danzhou Harbor in her retirement. Everyone in the city knew that Count Sinan was favored by His Majesty. He was never dispatched in accordance with normal practice, but stayed in the imperial capital and worked with the Treasury Department. So, most residents showed sufficient politeness and respect to the house.
Children, however, did not understand these things.
It was a sunny day. The adults were sitting in the pub, enjoying the salty moisture carried in by the sea breeze, eating brined plums and drinking liquor from goblets.
A crowd of teenagers surrounded the stone steps outside the back door of Count Sinan’s estate in the western part of the city.
Approaching them, a funny scene would be revealed, as the teens were listening to a small kid of four or five years old. 
The small boy was adorable, with eyebrows that seemed painted on and a pair of bright eyes. Though his voice was childish, the tone of his speech was as mature as an adult.
Heaving a sigh, he made a gesture with his small arms and continued, "Truman walked toward the wall and found a ladder. He climbed the ladder, step by step, and found a door. He pushed the door open and went out...."
 "And then?"
"And then? Then...he was free again," the small kid pouted, appearing impatient that the teens would ask such a basic question.
"You must be kidding? Why didn’t he...that Chris...."
 "Christof," interrupted another teen.
"Yes. Why didn’t Truman beat up Christof to vent his anger? He had been imprisoned for years."
The small kid shrugged and said, "No."
"Hush! So boring. Young Master Fan Xian, today’s story is not as interesting as the one from a couple days ago."
"Then, what kind of stories do you like?"
"An Ethereal Journey."
"A Great Epic."
"Hush!" said the small kid called Fan Xian, extending his middle finger at the bigger teens around him. He admonished, "Fighting and killing are unhealthy, digging all over for treasure makes nature unwell."
Suddenly, a furious shout came from the courtyard, "Young master, where are you!?"
Imitating his gesture, all the teens flashed their middle fingers, a most spectacular sight because of the large number of kids. They made a collective "Hush!" and ran away with laughter.
The small child, Fan Xian, stood up from the stone steps, patted the dust off his rear, turned around, and ran into the courtyard. Before he closed the door, he glanced with his clever eyes at the young, blind boss of the grocery store across from the house, displaying a complexity of emotion that did not match his age. He then gently closed the door.
 
It had been four years since Fan Shen had come to this world. During that time, he gradually came to the realization that he was not dreaming. He truly did arrive in an unknown world. In some ways, this world appeared the same as the one he remembered, but in others, it was not the same at all.
Overhearing the gossip of the servants in the count estate, he had finally deciphered his identity. He was the bastard son of the capital’s Count Sinan.
In stereotypical stories of rich and powerful families, a bastard son was easily hated and persecuted by the wife and concubines. His honorable father, who had no real power, seems to have had only one son. To carry on the family lineage, Fan Shen was sent to Danzhou Harbor, far away from the capital.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to his identity. Still, the soul of an adult trapped in the body of a child has to withstand experiences completely different both physically and psychologically. A normal person would probably go insane. Luckily, in his previous life, Fan Shen was bedridden for many years due to a neuromuscular disease called myasthenia gravis. Compared with his miserable former life, the slight difficulty in moving now was nothing at all. Though living in the body of a child, he had adapted well to his current life. 
What he was most unaccustomed to was his name. At the age of one, the Count sent a letter and gave him the name Fan Xian and the style name Anzhi.
It was not a good name. In the dialect of his hometown, it sounded like a curse, meaning "freak."
His form being that of a mere baby at the time, he had no way to express his opposition using words.
At the start of his hospital treatment in his former life, Fan Shen could move his head. He often begged the cute nurse to buy him pirated DVDs and books.
Living in the Count’s home, he learned that the Countess was a kind woman with a reputation for coldness. In fact, she cared for Fan Xian very much. The servants never treated him differently for being born a bastard. However, he was still upset because he could not communicate with anyone.
How could he tell the servant girls that he came from another world? How could he tell his teacher that he could read every character in his books?
So, he often snuck out the side door to play with the non-royal children. Much of the time, he regaled them with stories from the movies and novels of his homeworld.
It seemed that he wanted to remind himself of something. He wanted to remind himself that he did not belong to this world. In the other world, he had movies, Internet and porn.
He didn’t know why he told the kids about The Truman Show today. With its unsuspecting plot and without the charming Jim Carrey, he should have known that the youth of Danzhou Harbor would not like it at all.
But he told the story anyway.
Deep in his heart, he felt his situation to be ridiculous—why would he suddenly, so close to death, be reborn in this new body? He couldn’t help but think of that movie...maybe the people on the streets and the seagulls in the sky were props?
Just like The Truman Show.
Truman finally realized that his reality was fake. He resolutely sailed until his boat punctured the wall of the dome, and he found an exit door.
But Fan Shen—no, Fan Xian—knew that he was not Truman. This world was real, not some huge movie set.
So he found himself telling stories every day to remind himself that he belonged to another world. How ridiculous it all was!


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

~Origin

His arrival was uneventful.

He chose to walk instead of catching the bus. He made it just at the final bell. He couldn't help but look on In amazement at the marvel that was Midtown high. He had wondered on his stroll on the exact universe he arrived in; there were many known and many unmentioned verses. Now, as he starred at the state of the art school before him all ideas were thrown out. It could be possible this universe he arrived in was totally new. He would need to prepare for that eventuality.

From what he understood Stark Enterprises had a major hand in its creation along with the currently not so fantastic four, who were probably already experimenting with cosmic rays that will turn them into human mutates.  This also wasn't the only school improved upon. Tony stark has also personally donated a large sum of money to the school fund; since then more qualified teachers applied for jobs and the school was quickly becoming merit-based, quite soon one wouldn't be able to recognize the once substandard school

Cole was browsing his planner; it held all of his classes,  before his open locker. His neighbor, a teen of small stature and even less presence was starred at him. Briefly, his eyes roamed from the planner, the two teens' eyes met mere seconds.

His neighbor gripped the locker so tightly it began to creak, he took a small step back before he realized what had happened. His senses in the brief moment began to spasm, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Cole's eyes glanced at the dented locker, then back to the teen before ignoring him once again. 'Interesting,' he thought internally. He vaguely felt that he knew this teen, not personally, but his character.

The hallways of Midtown high was loud and raucous nature of teenagers were on full display.
He smiled tightly. Jermey York was a pariah. Which was partly his previous self-personality, and his failure to attend school? 

He observed a number of people regarding him, curiosity playing across there facial features. From Jeremy's memory, he knew he wasn't highly thought of. He wasn't a saint by a long shot. Just how bad it was, he actually didn't know. He had most of Jeremy memories, he knows faces and close acquaintances. He had just enough so he wouldn't seem like a pod person.

"Peter Parker!" Said a feminine voice. The voice was Familiar and his body acted on it own as he whirled around quickly. His placid face morphed into one of longing, his heart thrummed in his chest, like a racing thoroughbred it ran wild.

Quickly moving through the parting crowd was the woman of Jeremy York's dreams. Her face was Symmetrical; framing her nearly perfect face was splendid blonde locks of well manicured hair, she had statuesque figure that radiated beauty.

She had stopped before him, her eyes locked on his neighbor. Soon realization passed on his face, he regarded the boy closely, he was looked nothing like the comics nor the movies. "What happened to you last night? We suppose to studied together!" Her face a mask of  bemusement.

"Huh?" Parker asked absentmindedly.

"Huh." Gwen parroted, her voice rising in octaves.  Quickly, the two drew  the attention of others, and the ire many of her adoring admirers. Her eyes slanted in away only a woman could accomplish. Her body seemly vibrated as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

She unleashed womanly fury upon Peter Parker. She practically shook the mouse like boy. After-while, she  relented. She brought her the object of her worries out and decided to use it on him instead; now equipped with her science book, her displeasure of him was renewed.

Parker shown some finesse and used some quick social engineering techniques. He had piece a all-to believable story together, even he would have believed him after his tale was done. Cole eyes rose along with many others, he felt the a small tinge of jealously knotting in his heart.

Wholly ignored, he listened closely. He ended up having to rub  the back of his neck assuaging himself. Gwen eyes cut over to him, appraising him as only a woman can accomplish. His hands became clammy and he looked away.

"You look familiar," she mumbled. "Parker introduce me to your friend!" Her words one of demand. Peter fumbled with his words but finally remembered me, he omitted a glaring fact, we weren't friends, not even close. Gwen nodded before a lightbulb went off in her head. She must have had some vague memory of me. She noted that I seemed taller, and more streamline.

It has been months since Jeremy attended school. He would have tons of work to complete. Cole watched her walk off and sighed. In the end he remained quiet, foregoing making himself seem foolish. 

Suddenly, he became nauseous, he spied around for the nearest restroom. He splashed water across his face, corralling his teenage desires and impotence. In the mirror, starring back at him was Jermey York. He wasn't ugly but neither would he be considered handsome either. He had long dark frizzy dreadlocks. His skin was of a honeyed chestnut color, he had grey steely eyes, he was of a biracial ethnicity.

The door opened widely. A blonde ruggedly handsome youth entered, followed by a gang of similarly dressed teen, each  wearing a letterman sports jacket. The Midtown high varsity Football team.

The leading teen was unmistakably 'Flash Gordon.' He gave me a passing glance, that held traces of warning. Each one occupied a stall, soon the smell of pot waffled from the occupied stalls. Regarding this development intently drew the ire of the one remaining. He said some choice words, before motioning for me to exit. I smiled thinly, but ended up departing.

Masks weren't always of the physical variety.

First period happened to be was study hall, the residing teacher grilled me on my absence, but soon turned to concern as I played up my status, orphan, group home, easily plays at one heartstrings. She soon vanished after holding her hand out for my planner. Twenty-minutes later she returned with stacks of missing work. She smiled and told me I had a opportunity, don't waste it. I made promises. I just hoped I could keep them.

Second period was uneventful. I had my work already. She did mentioned it was to be completed during free time or after school. I paid attention to the lecture and even took some notes. 

Third was P.E the coach pretty much needed a updated physical on me, afterwards he told me to either exercise or join in the basketball game being played, I chose option one. Midtown actually had a pretty decent set of equipment, no doubt it was Tony Stark doing. I actually was wondering about my abilities, mainly my limits.

The exercise room was mainly used by the sports team, but there were private rooms as well. I chose the latter, I didn't need prying eyes nor did I want the sports team to take notice of me. 

I started small, my body weight was a good start then any, placing one-hundred and fifty pounds on the bar I started my tests. Two hundred reps later and no worse for wear I went to grab more weights. I added another one-hundred fifty, giving me a total of three hundred pounds. The first rep was easy, the second was the same, after fifty presses i theorized I was nearing  my limits, I reckoned I could life nearly five-hundred if needed; possibly another hundred under the influence of adrenaline.

My next test was my speed. Setting up the treadmill I began to run at a relaxed pace. My goal was to see how many mile I could run  in 30 minutes. My timer went off and I hopped off. I ran fifteen miles in thirty minutes, that put me thirty mph. Satisfied I went to do other things before the period came to a end.

Before I could reach for the knob someone had already opened the door. Before me was the fiery red headed beauty Mary Jane Watson.

"Excuse me! This room had been reserved." She cocked her head and peered behind me.

I smiled tightly and raised my hand placatingly before apologizing. She explained to me how the private rooms reservations worked. I equally explained to her how I honestly didn't know and she allowed me to leave with a stern warning.

Mary Jane was exasperated. Just who did that boy think he was? She quickly changed out her clothes and froze as she looked at the bench and the weight that was still set on it.

She ran back to the door and opened it, she looked around for him. "No way! There is no way that skin and bones was capable of lifting three-hundred pounds." She mumbled aloud but her eyes told another story.

Cole was heading to fourth period but froze and silently cursed. He hadn't reset the weights.. He contemplated briefly but ended up believing nobody would believe he was capable of lifting three-hundred pounds, anyway.

Cole Stephens, a unmentionable man from earth perishes only to awaken inside the body of a recently deceased teen. He quickly learns he has been transplanted into the Marvel Universe with a system.

I’m not a writer; this is for fun and self-improvement, please exit stage left if you’re looking for some Game of Throne type of storyline or to self impose your own beliefs or direction of the story, go write your own.

After finishing their lunch, Xiao Ying led Sun Zhen to the Clan Gate so she could give him a tour from the beginning to the end.

To his surprise, the place was a market. 

Seemed like the clan wanted to have their own economy so they opened a huge trading center at the gate and people from outside could buy the clan products.

"Potions...Weapon...Clothes...Pet...Seem like they sell almost everything here" 

Sun Zhen walked pass stores, some of the store owners came out and greeted  Xiao Ying.

"Our clan most famous products are potions, we have many kinds of potions but the best one is Qi potion...With Qi potion, you can recover your Qi by drinking it but the taste is so bland that you don't want to drink the 2nd one." 

Interested in potions, Sun Zhen asked her where the largest or most success potion shop was.

"I know just the place"

She then led him to a very big shop that had the sign "Xiao Clan Elder Approved Potion".

"That some assure product quality sign there" Sun Zhen thought as he followed her into the shop.

Inside the shop, he saw colorful glass bottles on shelves and the name labels on those bottles.

"Recovery Potion-10 Silver...ManHood Boost-35 Silver...Great Sleep-20 Silver...Man, there are so many" 

When he touched a Recovery bottle, 2 new information appeared in his mind.

[Glass/Code:£+#£<...]

[Unnamed liquid-Rename option/Man made Liquid/Code:^+#£32...]

"You learn something new every day" Sun Zhen picked up more bottles while try to rename them based on the labels.

While Sun Zhen was doing his thing, Xiao Ying went to counter and greeted the old employee.

"Uncle Wan, how is the business?" Xiao Ying said.

"It's you again. Please buy the full price potions this time, I can not give you a 99% discount again. The 6th Elder doesn't  like his business got ruin"

Uncle Wan was a middle age man with a bald head and had a big belly.

"I am not here to buy potions, I am just here to show my friend your potion shop"

"Hum...Is that your friend? Is he looking for a potion?" He then pointed at Sun Zhen, who used the ladder to reach for potions on a very high shelve.

"Sun Zhen, do you want to buy a potion?" 

"I am good, I just try to see the names of the potions" After he finished collecting, he went to the other shelves to collect as much as possible.

"Just be careful, the bottles are very fragile" Uncle Wan said then he took out a potion under his table.

"Your dad wants this Foundation Strengthening potion to be delivered to him before night but you are here so please help me deliver this to him" 

She nodded and put the potion into her bag then she waited for Sun Zhen to finish what he was doing.

"The potions are very interesting" After done collecting, he and she moved to new location.

------

"This is the clan library" She pointed a five-floor building in front of them.

Based on what she told him before they came here, the library was built about 600 years ago (He still hadn't figured out how many days a year in this world) and some very old knowledge was stored here. 

Sadly, this was only a normal library while the Art (Skills for Cultivators) library was forbidden to go in unless you were from Senior class or higher stage than Juqi

The rule applied to everyone and even Xiao Ying couldn't or the Patriarch go against it because it was set by Great Ancestors.

Inside the library, Sun Zhen saw a lot of people coming in and out while some were busy reading books on the long tables.

"There is a lot of people here, and the books on the shelves almost empty" He said.

"The first floor is for commoners and outsider. We can go to the 2nd floor. The books are the same and it is a quiet place but will cost us some fees" Xiao Ying then paid the guard at the stairs to the next floor with 50 Silver (Coin).

She was right, the second floor had the same setup as the first floor but the place was more peaceful and there was a librarian.

"I want to read some books so can you wait?"He asked

"Don't worry, do what you want. I need to rest anyway" She then sat down and closed her eyes a bit.

Sun Zhen then went to the librarian and asked for books about the world or anything related to the country.

"Sorry, Sir but we don't have the books you asked for, only books about 2 nations, sects and cities, including our city"

"That fine"

"Please wait" The librarian left to look for his books.

"So weird, a library with 600 years old, should have books that I asked for. Either the books are collected around here only or the books are being on the different floor"

After waiting for 10 minutes, the librarian came back with 3 books.

"Here the books you asked for"

"Thanks. Another thing I want to ask"

He asked her if the books he wanted were on different floors or not inside the library.

"I am really sorry. I don't know, I only know about the books on the 1st and 2nd floor. As for other floors, I don't have permission to go in"

"Ok thanks" 

He would ask Xiao Ying later and the 3 books were enough for now.

------

For 1 hour, he read all the books and wrote down the main information onto a paper he created from the Block (Without being seen)

What he learned was quite a lot:

*2 Nations: Wang and Zhou. The nations names were based on the rulers First name.

*238 Sects, from big to small. Some were very famous and more powerful than the nations but they had little interest in 2 nations conflicts.

*Unknown amount of cities...only found info about 8 cities near them.

*The city he was staying in belongs to Wang country and it was the city nearest to the border to other nation.

*Xiao Clan didn't own the city despite the clan took over half of the city, Tower Master was.

*Tower Masters were Wang' Nation Guards that protect the cities and very powerful Cultivators.

That all the main information he gathered from the books.

After giving the books back, he went back to Xiao Ying who was drooling on the table.

"Wake Up Xiao Ying" When he called her, she started to open her eyes.

He was shocked as he found out it wasn't her anymore because the eyes he saw before.

"Xiao Yang?"

"Hello pretty boy, miss me?"

"You are going to risk her secret here. Please change back"

"Don't worry, I just cast a sound-proof wall around us"

Sun Zhen looked around and saw distorted space around them.

"When?... Why are you appear here for?"

"I only appear for 1 reason, the apples"

"...You could have chosen better time"

"Time is priceless to me right now and this is the best time to take over her body"

"I can see that" He saw that she still drooling for some reason and he didn't tell her about it.

"I need you to plant the apples back, the seeds that I got from the apples I ate, these don't grow at all no matter what I do. I water it and used Qi growth but nothing work"

"Really?" Sun Zhen figured out that there must be a bug or error for the seeds when the tree produced.

"The apples recover you right? Okay I will help you, for her sake only" He said.

"You are soft but that what I love about a man like you" She then closed her eyes then fall back onto the table and the distorted space disappear.

Not too long after that, she woke up and it was Xiao Ying as he hurried to wipe the drool on her face when she saw Sun Zhen.

"Are you finished reading?" She asked

"Yeah. Also, your body got taken by Xiao Yang" 

"Again?! I shouldn't have sleep"

They left the library and Sun Zhen followed her to new places.

------

For the whole afternoon, they visited almost every place inside the clan and Sun Zhen was impressed on how they managed the place. 

She also said that after becoming the Patriarch before her dad transformed the clan and the people agreed to his ideas.

"Maybe he was also like me. A modern person from Earth" Sun Zhen thought.

The tour ended with they went back to Sun Zhen's place.

"What do you think of Xiao Clan?" She asked.

"It wasn't like what I think, pretty much better than expected"

"For you, that is normal but not me, I been living here so so long now. I want to go out and explore more, the only time I got out was the time in the forest and I almost got killed"

Sun Zhen knew what she meant, she was just a teen and she wanted to do crazy stuff besides cultivating and study.

"How about someday when I leave the clan, I will help you with that...But we need to get stronger first"

"Promise?"

"Sure that is a promise" 

(Note#2: Foreshadowing and The MC isn't dumb about romantic, it is just man sometimes very dense about it)

"Hey your dad is here" Sun Zhen saw Xiao Yun meditating inside the yard

When they came near, Xiao Yun stood up and walked to them.

"How is the school, Sun Zhen?" Xiao Yun asked

"it's nice Sir"

"Glad to hear that. Ying, can you give me the potion in your bag?"

After getting the yellow potion, he opened it and smelled.

"No poison or nothing wrong, the quality is quite good. 6th Elder must have tried his best...

Sun Zhen, come here and drink this. This potion is called Foundation Strengthening and this will improve your body"

As Sun Zhen touched it, new code added and it was a very long code, about 34 lines which were impressive for just a liquid.

"Thank you"

He then drank it and felt warm inside his body.

Soon, he felt that his muscles were getting tougher and bigger than before and it stopped as he finished the whole potion.

"This is what potion can do? It is fcking amazing, I wonder I can drink this type more"

"After this, your body can handle intense training from First Elder. Now you excuse me, Xiao Ying and I have to go"

He then grabbed her shoulder and disappeared like the time they teleported.

"What should I do now? I got the whole night free"

Hi. I am the same author of the old book, the Power of the command Block. I am changing and adding this to make a better novel.


*i don’t own Minecraft, it belong to Mojang, Telltale games and 4J studio, pls don’t sue me. Also the picture do not belong to me*( i did play Minecraft, not a fan but the command block inspired me to write my first novel ) also i am newbie writer so don’t expect much pro writing skill.

Minecraft, a great game for all ages and it is still popular today. Thanks to human’s creativity, gamers have created a lot of things inside Minecraft. Also with the red stone creations, gamers’s creativity have reached a higher lvl by creating machine-like block creations. Then with the appearance of Command Block, a new age of Minecraft begins. The Block that can control the whole world, bend the world into what players want and mods the world into something else. Where millions of code lines can be placed into one small block and created things that players can imagine about. 

Sun Zhen, a former Minecraft pro player, 25 years old and have a pretty good live. But died because of a robbery. Watch as he enter the world of CULTIVATION.

"Hello, good day, is this Mr. Fang?"
"I'm from Tong—Tong something. Sorry, it's my first time delivering; let me check which delivery company I'm from."
Fang Zheng went downstairs and successfully received his package. 
Fang Zheng was a little excited. He could not wait to tear open the package of his new baby from Xbao. 
Today was the day after he encountered the two halves of a body as well as the incident at the carnival. 
The parcel was pretty heavy. At the guardhouse, Captain Liu asked if Fang Zheng bought a brick or a dumbbell online. The package seemed that heavy. 
Kacha! Kacha! The sharp scissors cut through layers of waterproof wrapping before a kraft paper box popped out. The box was cut up, and its contents were revealed soon after. 
The Innate Qigong, Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation, Nine Yang Divine Power, and Burning Sun Special Skill. 
Four books for skill-training. 
Flaming Wooden Blade Skill, Eight Trigrams Blade Skill. 
Two books for blade skills. 
This time, Fang Zheng intentionally avoided Buddhism-related books. The three books he had blindly gotten the last time were all Buddhism-related! Books related to the martial arts were as vast as the sands of the Ganges, and there were more genres of the art than just Buddhism. It was just his luck that all three of the books he had blindly gotten were Buddhism-related. That was probably a curse on him to not marry for the rest of his life. 
Fang Zheng had yet to live his sinful life to the fullest: the beautiful girls, the food, the games, and the movies. It was impossible for him to give up all of that to become a monk! 
Neither would he in his next life! 
The kraft paper was torn farther: Mantra of the Five Lightning, Divine-Crushing Mantra, Fiend Breaker Tongues. 
They were three Daoist skills for exorcism purposes. 
Moral Scripture, Yellow Yard Scripture, Diamond Sutra. 
Three collections of Daoist books. 
There were a total of 12 books; they were all bought at RMB9.90 per copy on Xbao excluding delivery charges. 
You could buy anything you could ever think of on Xbao. If you were loaded enough, even helicopters were available online for purchase. 
However, the prices of Moral Scripture, Yellow Yard Scripture, and Diamond Sutra were a little higher. Each collection was over 200 yuan, and that was excluding delivery charges. Fang Zheng's heart ached for quite some time. 
When Fang Zheng tore the package apart and found that there were a few thick books in each of the three collections, he felt regretful all of a sudden… The dense texts made him feel a little upset from just looking at them. 
Nonetheless, Fang Zheng could not help but pick up the Moral Scripture excitedly.
His lips curved as fantasies began floating around in his mind. 
However, an hour later…
Fang Zheng sighed. The smile was wiped off his face as he arranged the Moral Scripture, Yellow Yard Scripture, Diamond Sutra, Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation, Divine-Crushing Mantra, and Fiend Breaker Tongues before putting them in a box and sealing it with tape. 
It was the first time the Human Skin Scripture had failed to evolve. 
All six books above failed to do so. 
However, it was not technically a failure. It was just that during its evolution, the Human Skin Scripture had no reaction. 
Fang Zheng could not understand it. 
The fact that the Moral Scripture, Yellow Yard Scripture, and Diamond Sutra failed to evolve was still comprehensible: they were Daoist and Buddhist scriptures. They were not rare books. 
He was only trying it out; he did not have too high of an expectation about it. It was normal to fail. 
However, even the Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation, Divine-Crushing Mantra, and Fiend Breaker Tongues had failed to evolve. Fang Zheng frowned in thought. 'Could it be that Daoist skills were above the rare books of the martial arts world?
'Could it be that one was of intermediate skill and the other was low; one was focused on cultivation and the other was on martial arts?'
Maybe he needed to collect more clouds of Gray Qi in the future before he was able to evolve these Daoist skills. At the end of the day, it was because he was poor! Poor! Poor! 
Fang Zheng had watched a video where:
A rich kid had a beautiful girlfriend, but he was afraid that she was with him for his money. Hence, he decided to lie to his girlfriend that he only had an Audi A6, a 100 square meter house, and a few hundred thousand yuan stored in his bank card. Well! That was the poorest he thought a person could be…
Poof!
This was how Fang Zheng felt at the moment—heartbroken. 
'Gold was indeed king!'
Fang Zheng looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. He was pondering about how being rich was always better than being poor. 
Fang Zheng looked back at the neatly arranged books as he sighed. 
Innate Qigong, Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation, Nine Yang Divine Power, Burning Sun Special Skill, Flaming Wooden Blade Skill, and Eight Trigrams Blade Skill.
There were six rare books. 
There were some of the Jin Yong Series and others of the Huang Yi Series; he had arranged them according to a ranking created by netizens. They were all wiping out the series that were ranked higher.
Innate Qigong was one of the top skills in the Jin Yong Series. It was the origin of martial arts. It possessed restless and endless Qi, and it could cure all diseases, adjust deficiencies, balance the yin and yang, heal serious internal injuries, and more. It integrated the true Qi with the nourishing Qi. 
Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation was another top skill in the Jin Yong Series. It was also among the top three Divine Skills. 
Nine Yang Divine Power, a top skill in the Jin Yong Series as well; Fang Zheng bought this from Xbao as he was a fan of its Yang-based pure Qi. It could work together with his Golden Immune Arhat.
Burning Sun Special Skill, a top skill in the Huang Yi Series, was also a Yang-based pure Qi. It had the same functions as 'Nine Yang Divine Power'.
'But! 
'These were all fake! Fake! Fake!'
He had to repeat important information thrice. 
Fang Zheng felt like he was suffering from too many choices as he stared at the four skill-training books neatly arranged in front of him. It was as if they were spreading their legs waiting for him to grace them. 
If he had four parts of the runes right now, he would not be in this position. 
He only had three parts at the moment. 
Fang Zheng had no choice but to begin his elimination process while silently complaining about it. It was a must to choose the Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation. 
This was one of the top three Divine Skills.
It was also a must to choose Nine Yang Divine Power given its Yang-based pure Qi. It could be paired with the Golden Immune Arhat; together with its endless pure Qi and the extraordinary mellowness of its true Qi, this was the best choice for practicing internal strength. 
He only had one part of the runes left. 
However, he had four books before him: Innate Qigong, Burning Sun Special Skill, Flaming Wooden Blade Skill, and Eight Trigrams Blade Skill. 
What a headache. 
Fang Zheng wanted to practice his internal strength, but he could not let go of picking up blade skills. 
If he did not pick up blade skills, it would mean that the evolution of the Death's Head Blade was a waste. 
This would hurt as much as buying a pair of white shoes before spending money again to buy a pair of white pants. 
'Teeth-gritting!'
Fang Zheng eventually settled for Flaming Wooden Blade Skill. He wanted to perfect his skills as soon as possible. He had to hunt for more Gray Qi; if he delayed his progress because of greed, he might as well not practice it at all. It was a priority to perfect his blade skills and increase his level of attack skills. 
However, he did not know if both the Manuscript of Tendon and Marrow Transformation and Nine Yang Divine Power could be evolved. 
Fang Zheng had a decided gaze. 
He chose to evolve them without a doubt! 


Missing people... Cars mysteriously falling off the Tongjiang Bridge... The world is going mad and it is up to Fang Zheng to prepare himself for it. What will he get himself into? What horrors will he face? Are YOU ready to join Fang Zheng on his journey to hunt the wicked? Ps. Save this one for a lonely midnight.

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