Servant girl Liu'er had never needed to be quiet in the Fang residence. Although she made an action like she was speaking quietly, her voice rang throughout the library.
Miss Jun laughed and patted the servant girl's head.
She was really too bullying.
The bully did not feel anything, and the person getting bullied didn't either.
Young Master Fang's expression was still calm.
"Miss Jun, please wait a moment. I will get out of your way," he said. Then he thought of something and paused. "Will Miss Jun be using the library often from now on?"
His attitude was very courteous, but his sort of courteousness was somewhat dissonant.
Miss Jun smiled.
"There is no need for you to leave. I just came here to ‘read’ [1]," she said, sweeping an eye over the library. "After I finish reading the books here, I will not need to come here. It should take only half a day."
The books here, half a day to finish reading?
He had been reading these books for seven to eight years and still hadn't finished.
Fang Chengyu laughed. Why did he ever start talking to this woman. He was really just looking to be  disgusted.
"As expected, Miss Jun is a heaven-sent talent," he said, lowering his head and taking out a book to read.
Miss Jun paid no more heed to them and followed along the bookshelves. Liu'er yawned and leaned against the bookshelves to doze off.
The room returned to silence.
Fang Chengyu could not believe that she had really come here to read books.  He hadn't imagined that she would not talk anymore. He couldn't help but take a look to see that woman slowly walking along the bookshelves, her fingers brushing along the spines.
Was she here to find a book?
Fang Chengyu lowered his head and did not pay her any more attention.
The silence of the room, besides the sounds of him turning pages, was only disturbed by the soft sounds of her footsteps and her rustling clothes. When he raised his head again, he saw Miss Jun already standing in front of the third floor bookshelf, moving as before.
She wasn't walking, and she also hadn't deliberately tried to provoke him.
"What are you looking for?" Fang Chengyu couldn't stop himself from asking.
"I am not looking for a book," said Miss Jun. "I am ‘reading’ books."
Reading books?
Fang Chengyu stared.
Miss Jun gave him a look. Her hand tapped a book spine, and her gaze would follow to the cover. Tap by tap, look by look, the person very quickly made her way through the  bookshelves on the third floor. She made her way up to the fourth floor, bringing herself in front of Fang Chengyu.
"‘Reading’ books," she said again.
She reached out her hand and flipped over the book in Fang Chengyu's hands, looking at its name and then letting it go.
This was ‘reading’ (looking) at books!
Fang Chengyu looked at her.
"You are ill," he said.
………………………………………
The always elegant and composed young master suddenly became angry.
Not only was his expression unable to hide his anger, but he also spoke impolitely. Moreover, his heart was boiling over with anger.
‘Reading’ books.
She could ‘read’ at books this way, she really could.
As for him, who could not do anything else but read books, even if it was like that, he would never dare to ‘read’ books like that.
He spent every day reading, chipping away little by little. Even if he stayed here to read forever, he would not be able to finish reading everything before he died.
‘Reading’ books, so she was ‘reading’ books, huh? She was provoking him, showing off.
She could waste time like this showing off, so recklessly wasting time, because her life was very long.
She could do whatever she wanted to, and not do whatever she didn't.
He looked at Miss Jun and she looked back. She seemed not to see the anger on his face.
"I am not," she said, her tone soft.
Although she was standing on the ramp, she was at the same height as him, who was sitting.
"You are ill," she said seriously.
……………………………………………………
The little servant boy holding the wheelchair was extremely red in the face. His hands on the wheelchair were trembling because he was using such force.
This bullying was really intolerable, truly intolerable.
It was very normal for Miss Jun to bully people. Bullying the servants, Young Misses, Old Lady and Lady was fine. But how could she bully Young Master?
Bullying even Young Master. She really didn’t have a drop of humanity.
The young servant had already thought that if Miss Jun dared to say one more thing, he would ignore Lady’s punishments and protect Young Master. He’d go for a bout with Miss Jun.
Fang Chengyu’s eyes were red, but his anger had transformed into a smile.
“Right, what you said is right. I am ill,” he said. “I cannot criticize you, a non-ill person. A non-ill person cannot waste time.”
“Do you think that I am wasting time?” asked Miss Jun, suddenly smiling and shaking her head. “No, I am not. I am ‘reading’ books. ‘Reading’ books like this is very useful for me and not a waste of time at all.”
While she talked, she continued to look at the books on the bookshelves.
“How is this useful?” asked Fang Chengyu with a smile. “Oh, that’s right. Miss Jun would feel happy.”
“It’s not for happiness. My time is very precious and scarce. I do not like to waste time,” she said, without looking back in the direction of the ramp. “I would not do things that were useless.”
She knew that time was precious?
Fang Chengyu laughed coldly. He wanted to say something, but stopped.
Time was precious. Why was he wasting time with this kind of woman. Who cared about her. The more he looked at her, the more time he wasted.
“Let's go,” he said, putting the book in his chest area.
The little servant boy made a sound of agreement, and the wheelchair slowly descended.
Fang Chengyu did not look back, so he didn’t know that Miss Jun did not turn to look at him. But he knew that tonight Lady Fang would come and find him.
Who came that night was not just Lady Fang, but also Old Lady Fang.
“Mother, I know. I can take out the books I want to read and don’t have to go to the library,” he said preemptively.
Old Lady Fang and Lady Fang exchanged glances, their expressions complicated.
“Chengyu, did she really go there to read  books?” asked Lady Fang.
These words were somewhat weird. It seemed that she wasn’t waiting to appease him or to tell him not to go back, but rather to confirm something.
“Did she speak with you Mother?” asked Fang Chengyu with a smile. “How come Mother didn’t say anything to me?”
Lady Fang did not say anything more but looked at Old Lady Fang.
“Mother, she really did go take a look,” she said with a trembling voice.
Old Lady Fang did not say anything, but her expression was contemplative.
The situation was not right.
Fang Chengyu frowned.
“Grandmother, Mother, what did she promise to you? So that she went to the library?” he asked.
Lady Fang gave Old Lady Fang a look.
There was no need for her to answer. Fang Chengyu knew the answer.
“What is it?” he asked.
The situation was not right. Mother and Grandmother loathed that woman. They would never listen to what she had to say, and it would be even less likely for them to come to his room to confirm something.
“Chengyu, there is something.” Lady Fang obtained Old Lady Fang’s look of agreement before saying, like she was embarrassed to talk about it, “She said she could cure you.”
Fang Chengyu was immediately stunned. Although he was very surprised, he very quickly grasped the meaning of the sentence, as well as the reasons behind it.
“I know she said that, but how did she convince you?” The youth did not exaggerate his emotions and react, but instead asked them calmly.
To see him, at such a young age, be able to control his emotions so well, as well as being able to think critically, Old Lady Fang and Lady Fang were unable to hide their pride. But when they thought that this child, who made them so proud, only had two years left, they felt like they had been drowned by their sorrow and anger.
This was why in the end, they had agreed to Miss Jun’s proposal.
Unresigned, unfair.
“Chengyu, we wanted to try it,” said Old Lady Fang.
The words ‘try it’ were accompanied by limitless sorrow.
Fang Chengyu was still calm.
“How is she worth it for you to try?” he asked.
“She said that her grandfather had passed down medical skills to her. She was very determined in saying she knew a secret cure,” Lady Fang said eagerly. “Moreover, she really did go to read books.”
When the words ‘reading books’ entered Fang Chengyu’s ears, his rage was ignited.
“What does she call reading books? She calls…” He ground his teeth and paused here. When he looked at Lady Fang and Old Lady Fang, a sudden flash of inspiration came upon him.
{No, I am not. I am ‘reading’ books. ‘Reading’ books like this is very useful for me and not a waste of time at all.}
Useful for her, naturally it was to make Grandmother and Mother believe that she was reading books. If she ‘read’ books like that, then Grandmother and Mother wouldn’t know.
That devious woman!
“What does she call it?” Lady Fang suddenly saw her son stiffen and couldn’t help but ask.
“Scoundrel.”
Fang Chengyu squeezed out that word from between his teeth.



[1] Look at a book or read a book: in Chinese read and look have the same character (看）
 


Jiuling was once the daughter of the crown prince, the princess of a nation. She specialized in medicine and incredibly intelligent, and yet she was murdered. After her death, she actually ended up reincarnated into the body of a distressed orphan girl, Jun Zhenzhen. One of these days, Jiuling was going to go back to her killer and get revenge. However, she had urgent matters at hand that needed tending to, trouble of which was left to her by the previous owner of Jun Zhengzhen.

Jun Zhenzhen was a simple-minded person, an unruly and distressed orphan girl. She hoped to rely on the marriage that her grandfather had arranged and marry the perfect husband in the hearts of many women - the young master of the Ning family. However, the Ning family completely abandoned her and was unwilling to go through with their arranged marriage. Furious, Jun Zhenzhen wanted to pretend to hang herself, but she ended up really dying. Thus, arrived Jiuling.

Having taken Jun Zhenzhen's body, Jiuling quick-wittedly resolved the difficult situation and saved the Ning family from embarrassment and also stood up for herself. Unfortunately, this little feat was just the first step on her long road to accomplishing her revenge...

"How many books do you have left to read?"

"I don't know the exact amount but it's going to take about 2 to 3 weeks to finish reading all of them."

Soo Hyuk and Yeon Joong continued on with their conversation.

"Wow, minimum 2 weeks?"

"Yeap."

"I'm super jealous."

"What're you jealous about?"

"You're wisdom increases when you read a book."

Yeon Joong said he was jealous because of the stats. In the case of reading a book, it was already a well-known fact that it would increase your wisdom.

"On second thought, I'm suddenly very curious?"

He continued talking as his face was filled with curiosity as he asked.

"What number is your wisdom?"

He was curious as to how much wisdom Soo Hyuk had because he continued reading since the game opened.

"Ummm…."

Soo Hyuk murmured to himself as he pondered.

'The most recent time I checked...'

He did not know exactly how much wisdom he had. It was because every time the message stating that wisdom increased popped up, he didn't open his character window.

'Was it 925?'

He recalled the latest wisdom checked and told Yeon Joong.

"925."

"....?"

Yeon Joong heard his response and was speechless. However it was only for a brief moment, he then opened his mouth as his face was filled with disbelief.

"WHAT?"

The first thing he did was ask a question.

"925? Your wisdom is 925?"

He continued to ask questions.

"Yeap, when I checked, the most recent wisdom was 925. It's likely that it may be a little higher than that. Because after that, wisdom increased a little more."

"...…"

Yeon Joong became silent once again.

'Crazy.'

He was flustered.

'Wisdom's 925? It's even higher than that?'

He said his wisdom was 925? No, that it may be a little higher than that?

"What level are you?"

He was deep in thought but asked Soo Hyuk once again.

"8."

He thought to himself.

'Level 8, wisdom's over 925?'

He asked because he thought his level would be high. However, his level was not high. Soo Hyuk's level was only 8. But 925? That number was unfathomable.

"How many books did you read?"

He asked after he finished his thoughts. How many books did he read? How many did he read that he was able to attain 925? He was unable to fathom it. No, to be exact, 925 were unattainable just by reading books.

"The more you read, doesn't wisdom stop increasing?"

In order to raise wisdom by 1, the number of books that needed to be read was different with every user. A user may need to read 2 books to increase by 1, another may need to read 3 to increase, while a different user may need to read 10 to go up.

However, there was a commonality amongst all. It was that, the more you read, wisdom did not increase. In the beginning, if you read 3 books for your wisdom to increase by 1, after, it would take 5, 7, 10 books to raise wisdom by 1.

".....?"

Soo Hyuk was confused.

"What do you mean? The more you read, it doesn't increase?"

He could not understand.

"Generally, if you read 1 book, your wisdom increases by 1, right?"

 

It did not increase every time. Though, on average, if you read 1 book, it increased by 1. It was very rare when it did not increase.

"What?"

Yeon Joong asked.

"You're telling me that every time you read a book it increased?"

He was astonished.

"Yeah. Practically."

Soo Hyuk shook his head.

"...…"

Yeon Joong did not say a word. He just thought to himself.

'Was Oren's library special?'

Many users experimented with reading books in order to raise their wisdom. Especially those whom wanted to become Magicians went to Matab's library and read books innumerably and researched a formula to increase wisdom.

However, the number of books that needed to be read to increase wisdom by 1 was all different. Ultimately, they were unable to find the exact formula.

It was only speculated that there were a lot of things that were in correlation with one another. But, in Soo Hyuk's case, every time he read a book, his wisdom rose by 1. That is, it wasn't once or twice, but continued to increase. By any chance, was Oren's library special?

'Or was it his level?'

Oren's library may not be special. The problem may be his level. His level was 8; it could be that the lower your level, the number of books needed to raise your stats was small.

'The possibility was quite high.'

The possibility that it was because of his level was quite high. Although other users have said they read books, they did not continue reading books like Soo Hyuk. They hunted, completed quests, and read books in situations to grow their characters.

"You can't tell anyone about your stats."

He said to Soo Hyuk.

"The possibility that something troublesome may occur is quite high. Especially if the guild finds out, they're going to lust heavily for you."

It was difficult even for someone over level 100 to reach beyond 900 for wisdom, but only a level 8 surpassed 900. If that fact became known, Soo Hyuk would be dragged into a troublesome situation.

Specifically, it was the guilds that were the problem. The strength of the guild members became the guilds' strength. There would be an enormous amount of guilds that would desire Soo Hyuk. There was a chance that if they weren't able to have him, they would make it so that no one else would be able to have him.

"Of course I know that too."

He replied to Yeon Joong. He also knew about this.

"I told you because it's you."

He only answered because it was Yeon Joong. If it wasn't him, he wouldn't have said anything.

"Okay, I'm glad you know about it."

He felt relieved when he heard his response. Soo Hyuk opened his mouth.

"But, didn't you say you were going to create a guild?"

"Yeah, but it's not something that you can create easily. I'm only planning on it."

* * *

"3rd class ranking occupation has been undone!"

"Yeah?"

Joo Hyuk Yang responded calmly.

"Why are you so calm?"

Jang Yool turned around and asked.

"Because it's not the first or second time it's been undone. Eh, it's only 3rd class ranking."

It wasn't the first time a 3rd class ranking occupation was solved. It was already two months since the game opened and five days have passed. During that time, quite a lot of special occupations were undone. 3rd ranking special occupations were not considered shocking anymore.

It was at that moment.

"Uh?"

Jang Yool turned to look at his monitor again and shouted. It was filled with panic.

"What?"

Joo Hyuk Yang asked with his ever-calm voice. What type of occupation was undone this time? Or was there a different hidden condition?

"That, that is..."

Jang Yool stuttered as he spoke.

"A user that has acquired the title of Conqueror at O, Oren's library has appeared."

Rustle!

Joo Hyuk Yang stood up from his seat. His composed self was no longer seen. He was shocked.

"Conqueror of Oren's library? Really?"

Title 'Conqueror of Oren's library', was created but it was a title that he thought would never be acquired by a user. However, a user that's obtained that title had appeared.

"Yes."

Jang Yool shook his head.

"Who is it?"

Who in the world would have obtained this nonsense title?

"Hold on one moment."

Jang Yool began typing away on his keyboard. And a short while after, a window popped up on one of his many monitors.

"It's a user named Soo Hyuk."

He looked at his window and responded.

"Soo Hyuk?"

Joo Hyuk Yang mumbled as he approached Jang Yool.

"Let's look at his information."

"Okay."

Jang Yool looked up Soo Hyuk's information on his monitor.

Level: 8

Experience: 51%

Vitality: 2540

Mana: 26420

Satiety: 40%

Strength: 14

Agility: 15

Stamina: 48

Wisdom: 1321

"...…!"

"...….!"

Both Joo Hyuk Yang and Jang Yool looked at the monitor and became silent. They were both astonished as they looked at the information regarding Soo Hyuk on the monitor

'This is crazy.'

Joo Hyuk Yang thought to himself as he saw Soo Hyuk's info.

'He's level 8 but how is his stats.'

His stats were unheard of. The stats were not of a level 8. Though, Joo Hyuk Yang quickly changed his thoughts.

'No, the stats may be possible because he's a level 8.'

On the contrary, his stats were possible because he was level 8. In the case of reading a book that hasn't been read, users would be able to raise their stats.

Stats did not blindly increase. If you read a book that hasn't been read yet, you would receive special experience called stats experience.

In order to increase your stats, you would need to raise that stats experience to its limit. The problem was that the limit to the stats experience was different according to the level of each user.

Of course, if your level was low, the experience needed to raise your stats was small and if it were high, even more experience would be needed.

In other words, in order to increase your stats easily, you would need to read a lot of books but more importantly your level needed to be low.

'But....'

Joo Hyuk Yang was caught in his thoughts as he tilted his head in confusion. There was something he couldn't understand. It wasn't the level. On the contrary, he understood the level. What he didn't understand was....

While reading a book, a sparkle of light disappeared. And, as it did, a message appeared.

[Wisdom increased by 1]

This is translated by Asada Translations, if you would like to, you could read it there, the credits go to asada translations...Thank you, reviewer (I 4got ur name) for pointing that out

We will beat Asada translations tho, some friendly competition ?

The relationships between loved ones might not always be pure and simple. 
The elders might have given the best resources to nurture their younger generation, but it could have been an investment, one that they were expecting returns from. 
It was not to say that all family relations would be so cold-hearted, but undeniably, such situations did exist.
Shi Qing smiled reluctantly. "Qiao Nan, don't you think that you've made it sound too horrifying?" She was just told that despite being in their uniforms, some of the soldiers in the army might not strive for excellence and there were grey areas that she did not know of in the past. Now, Qiao Nan was telling her that there was such an ugly side to the relationships between relatives. Like the soldiers in the army who just learned English, Shi Qing found it difficult to adapt.
"Horrifying?" Qiao Nan was amused. "I know you like to read. Let me introduce you to this author. You only have to read all of his books to know if I have been exaggerating."
"Do you mean the books written by Lu Xun[1]?"
"Yes, that's right. You can look for them yourself." The reading articles in their syllabus were too positive. Those articles that were thought-provoking were not in their reading lists, and they had to look for it by themselves. 
Shi Qing was not someone who would procrastinate. 
Qiao Nan had mentioned it to her that evening, and the next morning, Shi Qing went to look for Shi Peng. "Dad, do you have time? Can you find someone to buy me some books?"
"Books?" Shi Peng looked at Shi Qing with interest. "What books do you want? Humanities or science? One is marked by the company one keeps. In the past, you will not even do your homework during summer break, let alone reading books. It seems to be good for you to have made such a good friend."
Actually, Shi Peng did not care if his daughter did her homework or not. He felt that what mattered was her attitude. 
His daughter was smart. Since a young age, she was quick to learn new things and she had good results. As her father, Shi Peng was worried that having a smooth-sailing life might not be a good thing for her. 
"I am interested in Lu Xun's novels and psychology books related to social relations. Get more of those for me."
"You want to read those books?"
"Yes!"
Shi Peng's palm went cold. He placed it against the warm teacup. "Did Qiao Nan recommend you to read these books?"
"She gave me suggestions." It was up to her to read or not.
Shi Peng had a serious look. "Are you sure you want to read these books?"
"Yes. Dad, I just realized that having good results does not mean everything in this world. Life is much more complicated than that." Life was unlike doing problem sums, especially science topic that only had one correct answer. It was either correct or wrong. "Dad, I want to grow up. It's time that I grow up."
"There's a price to pay for growing up."
"But you can't protect me forever."
It was for the longest time before Shi Peng answered. "Well, in the afternoon, I will get people to send the books over. There's no harm in reading more books." In the end, Shi Peng relented.
Shi Qing's eyes lit up. "Dad, thank you." Thank you for caring and protecting her all this while, but she had to grow up.
"You have indeed grown up." Shi Peng sighed. He knew that Qing Qing thanked him not only for the books but also for being protective of her.
To Shi Peng, it was simply because he wanted his daughter to have those that he did not have. He did not expect that his daughter was able to stand up for herself and did not need his protection. Perhaps this was his greatest blessing.
While Qiao Nan was working hard on her homework in the afternoon, Shi Qing dumped a stack of books onto the table that Qiao Nan was at. The pen that Qiao Nan left on the table bounced from the weight of the books. 
"Hey, did your dad get you all the books from the library?" Qiao Nan curled the corners of her lips at the large pile of books on the table. "Even if you want to read up, you should take things slowly. With this stack of books, isn't your dad worried that you may be frightened off by them?"
"That's our style. People from the Shi family give their best efforts in whatever they do. Anyway, there's still three-third of the summer break left. I have all the time to finish these books. I can definitely finish them." After she finished reading these books, the first thing she wanted to figure out was none other than her family. 
She wanted to understand why her grandpa sided with Qiu Chenxi. 
"I will cheer you on." Qiao Nan let go of the pen that had been bounced off.
Shi Qing placed a few of the books in front of Qiao Nan. "These are yours."
Qiao Nan took a quick glance. They were sociology and psychology books. "I do not plan to read these books."
"That will not do. We are good friends. We should share weals and woes." These books were theory-based and were dull and dry. She had to get someone to read it with her. It was boring to read books by herself. But it would be different if she had company.
Qiao Nan shot Shi Qing a sideways glance. "When did we become friends? I have no idea at all."
"Now you know."
"Since we must share weals and woes and seeing that I have so much homework to be done, shouldn't you help me with it?"
"Hey, you have done much more than me. When it comes to homework, I am so much behind you. If we are to share weals and woes, it's you who have to help me with it." Actually, she never did her summer break homework. She felt that it was a waste of time.
Qiao Nan felt like slapping Shi Qing. No matter what she said, Shi Qing would find ways to take advantage of her. 
Qiao Nan picked a book and flipped through a few pages. The paper quality was particularly good. Some of the books were even imported. They were as good as the books that Zhu Chengqi gave her. It would be difficult to get these books on the market. "Are you able to understand these books?"
Shi Qing scored fairly well for her English, but having good results in high school did not mean that she would be able to understand these English books. Even for her, though she only flipped through a few pages, she would need a dictionary to be able to understand the contents.
"Oh yeah, this is for you." Shi Qing pulled out a book from the stack. It was as thick as the wooden headrest in ancient times. She passed it to Qiao Nan. "Take your time to read it. It's okay if I don't understand. It is fine as long as you can understand them. By then, I can simply get you to tell me the contents of the books!"
"Oxford Dictionary?" Qiao Nan's expression darkened. Did Shi Qing intend to treat her as a translation tool? 
"That's right. It is not that easy to get this dictionary now. It is the 1995 edition. You have to make good use of it." Her father had taken this from his private collection. 
"The 1995 edition of OALD?" Qiao Nan had heard of it.
"What's OALD? I am not too sure. You can take a look at it yourself." Shi Qing did not understand anything that was beyond their English syllabus in school. As for the edition of the Oxford dictionary, she was clueless. Shi Qing was in a slight panic when Qiao Nan mentioned OALD all of a sudden.
[1] He was a leading figure of modern Chinese literature.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

The first page was the title page, empty and white as snow, with only these eight words written in dark ink. They were abnormally vivid, such that anyone who opened this book would not be able to miss them.

If a normal person were to open this book, they would assuredly begin to carefully consider what sort of meaning was hidden in these words. Then, with an understanding of these eight words, they would continue to read. But Chen Changsheng was different from the rest. He did not turn to the next page, instead standing up and walking to the bookshelves, seeking out several other books on Purification. After quickly flipping through them, he realized that the title pages of all these books also contained these eight words. After this, he sat back down and placed all of his mind on the pages of the book, forgetting everything else.

The words of On Purification were very simple. As he attentively read it, it didn't take long before he had finished reading the first chapter. This chapter was concerned with how one should nurture their spiritual sense. He did not stop here to think or to try, but continued reading. The following chapters were also gradually noted down in his mind. The primary topics of these chapters were how to nurture the spiritual sense, search for one's Fated Star, and how to draw starlight into the body.

He needed only one hour to finish reading it. He then closed the books, closed his eyes, and began to think.

After a dozen or so breaths, he opened his eyes, opened the book once more, and began to read.

He needed even less time to finish than the first. In the time needed for several incense sticks to burn, he had finished reading.

He then once more closed his eyes to contemplate the contents of the books.

After a few breaths of time, he opened his eyes and began to read once more.

As he repeated this procedure, the sunlight spilling in from the window was as fierce as ever.

He closed On Purification for the last time and opened it no more.

He took out a brush and ink and, without opening the book, began to record from the memories in his mind his thoughts from his readings.

It didn't take long before the paper was densely covered in words.

The instant he placed the brush on the inkstone, all the contents of On Purification were remembered in his mind like they had been carved in stone.

Crucially, this was not rote memorization, but true understanding.

This was Chen Changsheng's reading method.

This method was very special, the precious treasure he and Senior Yu Ren had obtained after ten-odd bitter years of reading books. Although the old temple of Xining Village did not seem very remarkable, the books contained within were as boundless as the sea. If one wanted to memorize so many books in the shortest time possible, one naturally required a very special ability.

With this reading method, one did not need to read a book until it was on the verge of falling apart—in reality, the vast majority of the books in Xining Village's old temple were like new, but the contents of these books had all been completely memorized by the two.

The most important phase of this method was the final step of notetaking. Whether these notes were taken down on paper or remembered in the mind, these notes were the final sorting and confirmation for the entire session of reading, and it was only after completing this step that the reader could say that they had taken all the contents of a book and made it into their own knowledge.

To finish reading On Purification and close the book was naturally not an end. Learning and constant review could be done in the mind and in notebooks, but what was the goal of reading and study? It was practice, and his goal in reading On Purification was so that he could succeed in Purification and begin to cultivate.

The first step of Purification was to condense one's spiritual sense. The spiritual sense was a human's mental strength. To explain it in more everyday terms, it was 'thought'. As long as the idea one thought was intense enough, if one concentrated enough, thoughts could transform into a sort of strength.

It did not sound difficult, as if one only needed to do the utmost to crease their brows into mountain valleys and then be able to freely travel across the magnificent mountains and rivers of their imagination, but the fact was that it wasn't this easy at all. This was because whether or not one could form a spiritual sense was completely dependent on the strength of one's soul. The strength of one's soul was purely a matter of innate talent, nothing to do with effort. No matter how much an ordinary person worked, could his soul be stronger than the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix?

Chen Changsheng had prepared for cultivation for many years. To be more precise, from the moment that peculiarity with his body appeared at the age of ten, he had been silently waiting for that day to come. He knew that there was a problem with his meridians, the illness his master said he had: his nine meridians were severed and could not connect, so his soul could not circulate through his body and could only be forced out with his sweat. Although after the age of ten, his master had used medicines to suppress his illness, preventing the continued loss of his soul's essence, it was still a problem. Otherwise, why would that black Sensory Stone in the Heavenly Dao Academy's assessment have failed to sense the slightest spiritual sense in his body?

If the soul was not strong enough, how could one condense the spiritual sense?

Without spiritual sense, how could there be dispersion?

This first step of Purification—how should he take it?

He did not feel disappointment like those other people who found out that they had no hope of cultivating, let alone despair.

He firmly believed that countless years ago, there must have been countless incredibly intelligent people that had resolved this problem, because there were many people like him. In the books of the Daoist Canon, he had read accounts of how these disappointed people would find some genius method and thus become peerless experts, like Wang Zhice for example. However, he was not prepared to work in this way because he had never found a case in the Daoist Canon similar to the problem with his meridians. Even his master had said that it could not be treated, that it was just fate. He did not have the surplus time to struggle with fate, nor did he believe that he could think of a new and genius method in such a short amount of time. He enjoyed moving with the current, and he believed that if he followed existing methods, he would also be able to condense his spiritual sense. No one believed more than him in the knowledge of his forebears.

"Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning."

All books related to Purification had these eight striking words. It was very obvious that these eight words were the most important part of Purification, and also the part that his predecessors wished to communicate to those that followed. But which book should he read?

Chen Changsheng looked at the dense directory on the back cover of On Purification, gazing at those sometimes fair and honest, sometimes unconventional book titles. He shook his head, somewhat surprised that after coming to the capital, he would still have to continue the life he had lived in Xining Village.

If this was a place like the Heavenly Dao Academy or Star Seizer Academy, if students needed to break through the bottleneck of Purification, a teacher would naturally tell them that the most crucial part of Purification was reading a large amount of related books, thus strengthening the soul and reaching the goal of condensing the spiritual sense in one stroke.

On Purification merely provided the general principles. What one truly needed to study was the forty-nine books listed on the back cover.

Of course, this did not at all mean that all students needed to read every one of these forty-nine books one hundred times before their soul reached a level at which they could condense the spiritual sense. In the vast majority of cases, in the process of reading, the reader's spiritual sense would be condensed and they could stop this process.

This process was not one in which the earlier one finished, the better it was. If one needed to only read one book ten times and be able to successfully condense spiritual sense, that person would presumably be the cultivator with the weakest spiritual sense in history. On the contrary, the more books one read and the more times one read them, the stronger the soul would become, yet it would still be unable to break through that thin layer of paper. When the spiritual sense was finally condensed, only this sort of spiritual sense could truly be called powerful.

If someone could read all forty-nine books on the back cover of On Purification one hundred times before finally condensing their spiritual sense, then when they drew starlight into their bodies to undergo Purification, they had a chance of reaching the level of perfection. But this sort of situation was incredibly rare. Other than those lucky enough to be born with incredible innate talent, it was basically impossible.

This was a very stimulating process. As time passed, as the number of books and the number of times one read them gradually increased, one could anticipate becoming a genius with a powerful spiritual sense, but there was also a high chance that one could ultimately fail at condensing the spiritual sense and be resigned to the life of an ordinary person.

Hope and disappointment would continuously increase over this process, ultimately becoming a gamble of epic proportions. No one knew the result of this gamble. Only after reading those books, one hundred times each, would the result appear on its own.

Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning.

This was its meaning.

...

...

After reading On Purification once, Chen Changsheng did not feel any change in his body, did not sense his soul, so he naturally could not sense his spiritual sense either. He did not begin to immediately read the books listed on the back cover, but instead began to calculate.

He believed that his reading efficiency was higher than an ordinary person's, so perhaps he might not really need to read each book one hundred times, perhaps twenty to thirty times might be enough. There were forty-nine books in total on the back cover, so calculating with his average reading efficiency, for the very first round, he could only finish reading seven books, seven days to finish reading all of them once. Even if he gradually got faster with time, to completely read all these books would at least take half a year. Did he have half a year? No, so what should he do? This was the first time he felt rather vexed ever since coming to the capital.

If other people were to learn that he was feeling vexed, they would definitely be feeling something different. This was because in his calculations, it was very obvious that he only intended to condense his spiritual sense after reading all forty-nine books—if he could condense his spiritual sense, that is. In other words, from beginning to end, even if subconsciously, he was truthfully placing himself on the same level as geniuses, or even higher.

It was no wonder Tang Thirty-Six thought him very arrogant on their first meeting. He looked reticent, cautious and courteous, but in reality, in many aspects, he was inexplicably confident, making people feel that he was extremely arrogant.

...

...

As he was thinking, he was suddenly caressed by a breeze and a shadow fell, covering the words on the back cover.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and saw a pretty girl sneering at him.

At the moment, he was sitting on the floor, so this girl was naturally somewhat looking down on him from up high.

This girl was precisely Shuang'er of the Divine General of the East's estate. She looked at the books concerning Purification next to Chen Changsheng and knew what he planned to do. She jeered, "To begin Purification at the age of fourteen, you don't think you're somewhat late?"

Chen Changsheng seriously replied, "Seeking the Dao can come early or late. The early might arrive late, the late might arrive early."

Shuang'er did not expect to hear such an answer. After staring blankly at him for a few moments, she disdainfully retorted, "Forty-nine books, one hundred times, ten days, —these are the numbers left by my young lady when she condensed her spiritual sense at the age of four. The late might arrive early? Where do you plan to arrive early?"

Chen Changsheng pondered this question, but he realized that he didn't know how to answer.


To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.


Pi was fond of reading Chinese books. At first, it was not very used to them. But the Chinese language had a magical power, in which each word was formed by special rules, and each word's form had a special meaning. This was fascinating to Pi. Take the word "mountain" (山) for example, by looking at this character, the peaks of the mountain seemed visible. 
It followed Zhang Zian's suggestions to sit straight in front of the computer and type for a while, then sit on the window sill to look into the distance and observe the busy pedestrians. After a few minutes, as the eyes were adjusted and relaxed, it sat in the basket hammock chair and read books on the tablet, then repeated the cycle. Pi enjoyed the routine.　　
Maybe Pi was already used to searching for information in the complex records of the nameless book. It was able to read extremely fast and not only was it able to understand everything, it was able to remember them. Each time Zhang Zian came upstairs to check on it, he found it reading a different book.　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed its explanation: "I've read the English versions of these books. That's why I read fast."　　
Zhang Zian nodded in acknowledgment.　
The books that he transferred into the tablet for it were the electronic versions of the old and contemporary classics, most of which had been translated into English and introduced to western readers. It was normal that Pi had read them before.　　
Pi enjoyed any type of books. Novels, traveling journals, essays, poetry, science, biography...it enjoyed all of them. To satisfy his growing appetite for books, Zhang Zian retrieved the books he read in his childhood from the storage room, and borrowed some more from Wang Qian and Li Kun. He stacked the books next to the basket hammock chair so that it could access them any time.　　
Pi was gentle with the paper books. It handled them with care, and was careful when flipping the pages, yet these didn't slow down the reading.　
Soon, Pi finished reading all the paper books in Zhang Zian's house and those he borrowed elsewhere.　　
Apart from the daily business of the pet shop, Zhang Zian had an additional task of browsing the online shopping website for discounted books. He would buy some every time there was a promotion.　　

"Master, this is heavy! You are receiving a lot of couriers lately."　
Wang Qian and Li Kun walked into the shop with two heavy boxes, and placed them next to Zhang Zian's reclining chair.　
"Yes. I bought some books."　　
Zhang Zian removed the packaging with a knife. It was book series and journals. The journals were from last year, so the price was good. Pi was not picky about the publication dates anyway.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked at the Abyssinian cat breeding book next to Zhang Zian, and asked in confusion, "Master, you've been buying so many books, but we've never seen you reading them..."　　
Zhang Zian rolled his eyes at them. "Do I have to let you see me reading? Can't I buy books for other use? Cut the crap. Go back and prepare for your exams!"　　
He didn't tell anyone else about Pi's arrival for now, especially Wang Qian and Li Kun. These two idiots had big mouths and liked bragging everywhere.　　
"Yes, Master!" They spit the tongues and ran back to school.　
After they left, Zhang Zian carried the books and journals to the second floor.　
"Pi, new books again."　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi jumped out of the basket hammock chair, and came up expectantly to look at the books. Before Zhang Zian had finished stacking the books, it took one of them and started reading greedily, nourishing itself with knowledge.　 
After seeing how happy it was, Zhang Zian felt both glad and troubled.　
A mound of books had risen next to the basket hammock chair. His old books, borrowed books, recently purchased books and journals were stacked into four peaks of a mountain. The tallest one was the same height as a person, and the smallest one was as high as the waist.　
Zhang Zian could not find the books as fast as Pi was reading them. The books would reach the ceiling in a few days.　　
Paper books were more expensive and less frequent in discount. Storage was also less convenient. Books and journals were consumables to Pi, and had little long-term 

storage value. After all, it owned a nameless book containing everything. Reading Chinese books was only to appreciate the beauty and depth of the language.　　
When not reading, Pi appeared lonely, bored and melancholic. It knew that it could not go downstairs and show up in front of other people, which might bring trouble to Zhang Zian. Even if it did go downstairs, there was nothing to do and it could not communicate with the other elfins. It might as well stay upstairs to type. But typing all day became boring too. So it often sat idly on the window sill.　　
Zhang Zian was worried about Pi, and so did Old Time Tea, the traditional Chinese medicine expert. Old Time Tea said that long-term melancholy was not healthy, and Pi would fall sick if it continued this way. In modern medical terms, Old Time Tea meant depression. When someone was alone and low-spirited for a long time without interaction with the outside world, it could end up having depression.　　
Humans were social animals, and so were monkeys. Pi might be the same, who behaved like a monkey. But Zhang Zian couldn't possibly get a troop of monkeys to play with it.　　
Many studies suggested that negative mood had a negative impact on health, and may cause a variety of acute and chronic diseases, such as gastric ulcer, endocrine disorders, hair loss, etc. He did notice a lot of short yellow hairs while sweeping the floor lately.　　
Since paper books were not enough for Pi's reading appetite, after much thinking, he decided to seek help from the omnipotent internet.　
"Pi, would you like to try online novels?" He suggested to Pi.　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi was reading in the basket chair, and was distracted by his question.　
Zhang Zian explained, "Online novels are a new form of reading as the internet grew popular. They are pretty much like the e-books, except that they were created to be shared on the internet."　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi put down its book and typed on the laptop: "Are they fun to read?"　
"Some of them are, and some are not. Online novels have a lot of genres, and are many in number. You can always find the ones you like." Zhang Zian answered honestly. In fact, he had not read many online novels. He didn't sound very confident. 　 

Leaving literary and artistic quality aside, the biggest advantage of online novels was its volume and number. Before he could find a better solution, they could at least gratify Pi's reading appetite, and chase away the melancholy and boredom.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded and typed: "I want to try some."　　
"Good. I'm downloading online reading apps for you."　
Zhang Zian took away the tablet, downloaded multiple popular online reading apps in the App Store, registered accounts for Pi, then taught it how to search for books.　 
Pi took back the tablet happily, and dived into the ocean of online novels.　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

I walk through my dreams like I've lived a whole life there, most times they are about a recent book I read. That is one of the things I do a lot and I'm not just saying that I really do read almost all day long. If I'm not reading I am probably watching some movie or anime series, yes you can probably guess I haven't done much with my life. let's start where it all began.

Back in middle school I loved to read books so much so that when I was grounded they took away my books instead of saying I couldn't go out with friends or no tv/games. yes I was a pretty strange kid compared to some being a 12 year old in America at the time(2012 No less). when I was grounded my next best thing was video games because they told stories as well at the time my video game collection was pretty sparce using an old dell business computer that ran windows xp (let's just say I got really good at minesweeper). even before I found books video games were still present. I still remember my mom gifting me an original Xbox she won in a contest it came with one game and it was a racing game not a lot of story just races.

After a while of getting in trouble I got grounded while i was grounded so I lost games as well suffice to say my box of legos was not very entertaining for a 12 year old mainly because I didn't like to make things up myself it felt so tedious that I had to work so hard to make up shapes and other things people already. i also didn't have many friends so instead I slept, and I slept hard. I don't remember much of my dreams then but I do remember one that was about magic and there was a really dark forest that went on forever in a sea of trees, other than that though I don't remember.
A couple of months later I was officially free and it felt like freedom I got to read again, it was so much fun, I would imagine it being like a drowning mans next breath of air. I didn't goto sleep that night instead I stayed up reading, when morning came I was tired but the book just got to THAT PART that is just so interesting and catching you can't stop, i read through that day as well. after dinner I got so tired I slept couldn't keep reading.
the next morning felt so sluggish like the morning after you get drunk but not enough for a hangover. well after a week of being late for school because I was busy reading parents up an sold all my books. ALL of them like really I was almost done reading them! I never read another book until after basic training 4 or 5 years later.
things changed after I lost my collection I switched to video games and because they didn't want me up all night reading whenever Christmas came around it was games instead of books. birthday? video game. my dad was an avid gamer always tried to keep his pc updated and sent old games I could run on my pc to me. me and my dad were always great at games but I could never compete with him, and it totally didn't have to do with me playing the games for the stories instead of for the high scores(of you can't tell this sentence is sarcasm read this again).

flash forward to the start of high school I was big on video games by then my computer had upgraded to a brand new one from my birthday me and my dad built it together good memories there. I remember when i tried to play morrowwind on it. that was when I realised I didn't like challenging games i liked to play and get the story, maybe different endings (those were my favorite).

at the start of high school I didn't really have a lot of friends because I didn't have many in middle school. my dad recommended me to join the ROTC there, he said he did and he had fun when he was in high school. So I did and the first year was fun and it started with ROTC especially when I started competing. I had so much fun I spent 14 hours of day at school I woke up at 5 to get to practice went to school than got home around 7 after the other practice you can imagine I didn't have a lot of time for video games especially because all that practice was physally demanding. 

1 year later 2 year in high school this I would consider the real start of high school for you actually have to do something to pass your classes I met a girl in my math class (insert joke about about girls causing problems in highschool here [ps: this is the joke I'm not sexist]). We started talking about a lot of things our school football team things like that, than we got to books she loved to read book I got to see her library once well less of a library and more of a whole wall of books and all books I wanted to read. her name was Alex I had the biggest crush on her at one point than found out she was lesbian so we kinda grew apart shallow I know but it's high school things like this happen. anyways after seeing those books some of them I used to read myself I started to want to read again, but I had no books i was still forbidden to read so I put my frustration put on video games during this time I was playing a lot of modern warfare 2 I loved the story and the way it flowed but it was really the first game I really played on steam I have logged over 500 hours  on that game alone I got every achievement for single player even the ones for veteran difficulties and also got most for the multiplayer which at this point I had everything unlocked and was max level I loved the multi player.

at this point I was starting to show up late sometimes to practice because I wasn't sleeping early enough. I went one more year like that and over summer I played so many video  games I swear I dreamt about sheaperd in mw2 around this time skyrim came out and I played the heck out of it  (I didn't get as many hours of playtime because 3rd year of high school is the hardest around 200hours). 3rd year rolls around I've dropped out of all practices because it was all boring again nothing new same old stuff. I was still busy keeping my grades up especially that foreign language credit that is needed to graduate.

4th year felt like being a freshman again except youre the one who makes fun of the freshmen.

nothing important happened then so I graduated and I wanted adventure something new so I went and joined the US Airforce. If I knew what I knew about it than I would have waited unroll now to join. long story short my addiction to video games got the better of me some nights during training and I ended up sleeping in, combined with my selective forgetfulness  (I kid you not I forgot my boots one time). luckily I wasn't in that long so I got an entry level discharge (look it up if you don't know) after I got back I found books to read online and read I did but because I didn't have school and at the time no work to deal with

this is about the time where I realised something special about my dreams.

at one point in high school I played a game where you create your own games and other people play them but this wasn't like legos using only blocks this was a program and once they started to abandon the Lego building style I started to learn it you could import meshes from other programs like blender so I started learning how to use it during this time I started dreaming up wire frames i wanted to tell a story using this game a story without words. I spent a long time on this and I can say to this day that I am self taught at how to use blender and that I ended up really famous on that game for my builds

that was the first clue because I was spending so long learning how to use blender I started dreaming up wire frames or if I was having a really hard time with a specific thing I would dream how it looked and be able to re create it the next day.

now after my attempt at trying to get a stable job i went back to reading. It started out with books i had already read then spread and spread till I found whole websites filled with books to read some exciting some not and they all had one HUGE thing in common they were all fiction and that's what I like. the wilder the better.

one day I met a girl and we planned on getting married and we had a kid a beautiful daughter we named Angela love her so much. I don't know what happened after we came out of the hospital after she gave birth she said she was through with me and left. that hurt a lot so I went back to reading and read I did the stories around this time were mainly reincarnation stories in another world I swear I had a dream at one point i was reincarnated into alegasea  (if you don't know you haven't lived).

this is where I realised my dreams make for the best stories and I tried to write a story about a specific dream once or twice. It never turned out well. Now I'm in college for networking taking a Cisco class (super boring) so my dreams are extra vivid further making me want to write those stories out but they never seem to tell the story how I want then to but right now this one is working does this count as 4th wall break? (lol couldn't resist the humor there [and don't say it was bad because you thought it was funny at some point deep deeeep down you just don't know it])

a story about a man and his dreams that might mean he is insane or might just love books too much. don't listen to the voices in your head about this one because the pink platypusbear that sleeps like a bat doesn't like your drugs.

At first, he also put in his efforts. He had thought that he need to prepare for whatever he could since he didn't know when humanity would come back.

"Vale Tudo and spearmanship are still sloppy. Actually, it's better for me!"
[Such a strange human....!]

Even while receiving Lita's strange gaze, Yu IlHan immersed himself again in training. Lita provided all 3 meals for him anyway so he only needed to think about the martial arts that he needed to learn.

And like that, 5 years and 10 years passed. It was the moment after 20 years had passed since he was left out.

Now, his punches and kicks flowed with fighting spirit that can even kill a bear, much less a human, and the wooden spear he extended powerfully not only pierced the sandbag, but it ripped it apart. Yu IlHan himself thought that he had no talent in regards to martial arts, but growing up like this in just 15 years was amazing. Of course, it was also because Lita, who was a great fighting partner, was there for him.

"I'm turning 40 soon. How is it? Do I look more mature?"
[The only thing you did was punching and stabbing with the spear. Do you think you earned anything other than enlightenment in martial arts? Did you see anyone acting their age after coming out from training in the mountains?]
"You think so too? My mom won't tell me I'm pretending to be mature, right?"
[Don't worry about it and keep training.]

From this point, Lita, who came once a week, came once in 3 days. It was because she was worried that Yu IlHan might go crazy after being alone in the huge prison known as Earth for no less than 20 years.

Whether it was due to her worry and interest or due to his innate personality, Yu IlHan endured well.
He endured for 20, 30 years.

[Just how much did it deviate!]

While looking at such Yu IlHan, it was now Lita who was nervous to the point of shouting. However, Lita's position wasn't actually that high so she wasn't in a position to ask God directly, and she didn't have the rights to reverse the time axis so she could only restlessly watch Yu IlHan training his body quietly, day by day.

"Lita."

One day, Yu IlHan said with a lowered voice.

"I can't remember my mom's face."
[...I'm sorry.]
"Even when I look at the picture, it feels unfamiliar. Was this person really my family? Wasn't I living here alone in the first place? Everything was my delusion and it is a lie that Lita made in order to console me..."
[Don't say such things!]
"Yeah, it was a joke. It might be good if it was actually like that though."

He sighed and took back the spear. It was the time after 50 years of being left behind.

"I'm fed up. I want to do something else."
[I'm sorry to say this now but... It's not known when the Great Cataclysm will occur. You cannot neglect your martial arts.]
"I know."

Now that they had shared several tens of years together, racial matters such as being an angel or being a human didn't really matter. The important thing to Yu IlHan was a person to look after him and a person who would listen to him. And Lita took that place so he followed Lita. That was enough.

Yu IlHan was also the only human that Lita came into contact with for several tens of years, so she became to harbor feelings of more than just pity and compassion for the human known as Yu IlHan. Of course, she didn't say that out loud.

The two's strange relationship which occurred due to God's error, was progressing in a truly marvelous direction.

"I'll read some books."
[That's a good idea.]

Martial arts would become important after the Great Cataclysm occurs, but reading helps widening one's reasoning and building the foundation for one's actions. It would help, not harm.

Yu IlHan, who acted too fast that it may seem excessive after setting his mind on something, he shut himself inside the college library straight away. As he promised with Lita, he trained Vale Tudo and spearmanship for 3 hours a day, but he invested the rest of the time solely on reading.

Even the most well preserved books would change colors after several tens of years passed, but 'thanks' to the 'stopped time', objects didn't get affected by time. It was a good thing for Yu IlHan.

His preferences leaned towards contemporary novels, but he got fed up after reading those for about 5 years and he moved onto others. While thinking that his ordinary college life might continue after the Great Cataclysm occurs, he first studied books related to his major which was business management, and when he was also about to get fed up with it, he considered plural majors and read psychology or other humanities-related books.

Unlike martial arts where the progress becomes less noticeable after a certain point, reading piled up knowledge. Yu IlHan, who was now hooked to reading, spread his interests to other books inside the library. Common knowledge, history, geography, classics, physics, chemistry, art – he read every single books existing in the library.

After a few years passed, the books inside the libraries were insufficient. There was no one guarding bookstores anyway, so Yu IlHan started conquering the bookstores within his walking range in search for books that weren't in the library.

However, even this had a limit. On his 67th year of being left behind (Of course, Yu Ilhan no longer counted time), he made a big decision.

"Let's learn another language."
[Then let's just change locations. I can deliver your meals wherever it is.]
"Where is that food coming from?"
[Secret.]

While pondering whether to cross the seas or not, he moved locations to China, the closest country. While driving any car to drive until he was out of fuel, when he found a working petrol station, he would refuel, and if not, he would just change cars.
License? There was only Yu IlHan in this world so it was okay as long as the car he drove didn't fall off a cliff or exploded in a crash.

Even while moving, he studied Chinese in his spare time. The language studies made him sick after studying even a little became doable due to reading books for tens of years.

And the China he arrived at somehow was too wide. And there were of course, a lot of text to be read.

"Maybe it's a mistake to set China as the first stop."

Yu IlHan screamed in joy at the fact that there were so much new knowledge. Humanity will definitely come back before I get to know all the knowledge of China – at that fact, he even felt sorry for that.

However, that was his mistake. Even after adventuring all of the wide lands of China, and studying every book in China, humanity still didn't come back. Yu IlHan no longer asked Lita how much time passed and Lita also didn't speak of it.
He calmly moved to another country. It was because he felt that he might go crazy if he didn't get new stimulation, no matter what it was.

Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Pakistan, India, Mongolia... After learning every language on Asia, he read all the books, records and even internet logs of all those countries. As if he would die if he didn't read something, he read and read again.
Once, he forgot the iron rule of training martial arts for 3 hours a day and was close to getting beaten up by Lita.

[Are you really alright?]
"It's alright. Anyway."

He raised his head. The last page of the last book of the 7.5 million books inside the Russian academy of sciences was revealing itself.
Even though it was 7.5 million books, there were many books that also existed in other libraries, and to Yu IlHan, who could now read any book in a short time regardless of thickness due to reading repeatedly for countless years, it wasn't that hard of a task.

"As expected, I can't understand technical books even after reading them."

Yu IlHan saw through the limits of this brain. It seemed that he wasn't a person who was fit for sciences. He only read because there was text, and just reading the book didn't make him a professional in that area.

"Now let's go to Europe."
[You're speaking in Russian right now, you know?]
"Hyvää!"
[Okay, we can go to Finland.]

When he toured Europe, middle east, and even Africa, his vocabulary became rich.
It was the 216th year after he was left behind.

"Now there's just Oceania and America left!"

Yu IlHan cheered like a middle schooler who just checked that there was little summer homework left. At his unchanging tension even though he had lived for over 200 years, Lita made a bitter smile and asked back.

[You do know that you have to go by boat, right?]
"It's alright. There are many boats without owners in this world!"
[That's called stealing.]

The power of time was truly amazing. It had made a clueless college student into an all-powerful adventurer. Of course, there was no need to say twice since one human was given more time than a human lifespan, but Kiervin kept moving without rest as if he would die the moment he stopped.

Using all the knowledge of Geography, he set the sailing distance to the minimum, and he looked for a boat which could hold out for that distance. In the countless books he read until now, there were many specialized books related to ships, so there wasn't any difficulty finding a sturdy and a fueled boat, and driving it.

"Lita, humanity didn't die out by any chance, right?"
[I said there was a deviation in the time axis. I was a fool for thinking it's just twice or three times. It seems that it's at least 10 times.]
"How exciting."

After he finished preparing for the voyage, Kiervin left the land he was on without hesitation. As long as Oceania and America waited for him, there was no time for leisure.

And tens of years passed again.

"I finiiiiiiiiiiiiished!"
[Such a nasty guy.]

While looking at Kiervin who was shouting and rolling around on top of the table inside Boston Public Library, known for being one of the biggest in America, Lita muttered with a
fed up voice.
Kiervin finally had conquered all the available books revealed to humanity. Even though she had watched the whole process with her own eyes, it was an unbelievable achievement.

After he left the library, sat down on a bench on the street and looked at the sky blankly for a while, Kiervin muttered while tilting his head.

"What do I do now?"
[Martial Arts?]
"I've done that until now too."

He didn't only read books while touring around the world. He went to various ruins which remained in some parts of the world, he found traces of martial arts and he kept revising various shortcomings in Vale Tudo and spearmanship. Training was 3 hours at the minimum and sometimes it would go over 8 hours, and 12 hours.

His fighting arts and weapon arts, which transformed to the point that he couldn't find the original style, was developed into a practical and high level technique to the point that Lita would have a hard time fighting him without mana.
This was something that was unachievable by someone who didn't have talent even if that person was given countless years. Lita of course didn't tell this to Kiervin. Since he would get ahead of himself when she did!

"Lita, other than martial arts or knowledge, is there something that might help after the Great Cataclysm occurs?"

The question that flew towards Lita, who was thinking about Kiervin's talent, was this. When she heard this, Lita could feel goosebumps.

[You...]

His question proved one thing.

Kiervin, who experienced more things than a human could experience in one lifetime, still didn't lose hope despite the time that had passed.

To him, his life wasn't over. No, perhaps he might be thinking that it didn't start until now. All the things he did until now maybe just in preparation for the life after the Great Cataclysm.

It was a long time even for Lita, who was an angel, but a human who wouldn't live past 100 on average was treating the past years as prior preparation. Of course, he himself didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but that didn't make Lita any less surprised.

[You, how can you be like that?]

As she was dumbfounded, Lita spat out the question she held back until now.
If Kiervin tried to boast for a bit, he might have answered with a fancier answer, but he, who lived while looking for new knowledge and experienced without being in contact with another human for countless years, only had candidness and honesty left. It might be considered that he regressed back into a child.

"You said I need to do it, so I do it. I can't practice mana so I need to do other things."
[...]

With Kiervin, who sighed while replying, in front of her, Lita lost her words to speak. The countless emotions and impulses mixed with each other and blew up to the point of bursting and bleached her mind pitch white.
Soon, she didn't know what expression to make and turned her head and spread her wings.

[I'm going!]
"Tell me what to do before leaving!"
[Think about it yourself from now!]

Lita disappeared from the place, and kiervin was dumbfounded. After cool-headedly judging the situation, he muttered again while sighing.

"Let's first go back home."

This was a historic moment where an angel harbored more than just good intentions towards a human. And obviously, Kiervin didn't notice that.

Kiervin didn't know, but this was the 274th year after being left behind.
Humanity didn't return yet.

A Weirdo in Elementary school

A Loner in High School

Now he's on College, He was forgotten by God!?

While everyone on Earth was leave, he was left alone. Out of pity, he was thrown on a random world. 

But why of all world he was thrown, he come to an place look like earth, no it is Earth but in mirror version. Everything is similar but no living person in sight, only animals. Can he live pass 5 years, but the time said was a bit different, a bit longer.

Find How he, Kiervin, a lonely college student become a person who will be the top of the food chain..

At first, he also put in his efforts. He had thought that he need to prepare for whatever he could since he didn't know when humanity would come back.

"Vale Tudo and spearmanship are still sloppy. Actually, it's better for me!"
[Such a strange human....!]

Even while receiving Lita's strange gaze, Yu IlHan immersed himself again in training. Lita provided all 3 meals for him anyway so he only needed to think about the martial arts that he needed to learn.

And like that, 5 years and 10 years passed. It was the moment after 20 years had passed since he was left out.

Now, his punches and kicks flowed with fighting spirit that can even kill a bear, much less a human, and the wooden spear he extended powerfully not only pierced the sandbag, but it ripped it apart. Yu IlHan himself thought that he had no talent in regards to martial arts, but growing up like this in just 15 years was amazing. Of course, it was also because Lita, who was a great fighting partner, was there for him.

"I'm turning 40 soon. How is it? Do I look more mature?"
[The only thing you did was punching and stabbing with the spear. Do you think you earned anything other than enlightenment in martial arts? Did you see anyone acting their age after coming out from training in the mountains?]
"You think so too? My mom won't tell me I'm pretending to be mature, right?"
[Don't worry about it and keep training.]

From this point, Lita, who came once a week, came once in 3 days. It was because she was worried that Yu IlHan might go crazy after being alone in the huge prison known as Earth for no less than 20 years.

Whether it was due to her worry and interest or due to his innate personality, Yu IlHan endured well.
He endured for 20, 30 years.

[Just how much did it deviate!]

While looking at such Yu IlHan, it was now Lita who was nervous to the point of shouting. However, Lita's position wasn't actually that high so she wasn't in a position to ask God directly, and she didn't have the rights to reverse the time axis so she could only restlessly watch Yu IlHan training his body quietly, day by day.

"Lita."

One day, Yu IlHan said with a lowered voice.

"I can't remember my mom's face."
[...I'm sorry.]
"Even when I look at the picture, it feels unfamiliar. Was this person really my family? Wasn't I living here alone in the first place? Everything was my delusion and it is a lie that Lita made in order to console me..."
[Don't say such things!]
"Yeah, it was a joke. It might be good if it was actually like that though."

He sighed and took back the spear. It was the time after 50 years of being left behind.

"I'm fed up. I want to do something else."
[I'm sorry to say this now but... It's not known when the Great Cataclysm will occur. You cannot neglect your martial arts.]
"I know."

Now that they had shared several tens of years together, racial matters such as being an angel or being a human didn't really matter. The important thing to Yu IlHan was a person to look after him and a person who would listen to him. And Lita took that place so he followed Lita. That was enough.

Yu IlHan was also the only human that Lita came into contact with for several tens of years, so she became to harbor feelings of more than just pity and compassion for the human known as Yu IlHan. Of course, she didn't say that out loud.

The two's strange relationship which occurred due to God's error, was progressing in a truly marvelous direction.

"I'll read some books."
[That's a good idea.]

Martial arts would become important after the Great Cataclysm occurs, but reading helps widening one's reasoning and building the foundation for one's actions. It would help, not harm.

Yu IlHan, who acted too fast that it may seem excessive after setting his mind on something, he shut himself inside the college library straight away. As he promised with Lita, he trained Vale Tudo and spearmanship for 3 hours a day, but he invested the rest of the time solely on reading.

Even the most well preserved books would change colors after several tens of years passed, but 'thanks' to the 'stopped time', objects didn't get affected by time. It was a good thing for Yu IlHan.

His preferences leaned towards contemporary novels, but he got fed up after reading those for about 5 years and he moved onto others. While thinking that his ordinary college life might continue after the Great Cataclysm occurs, he first studied books related to his major which was business management, and when he was also about to get fed up with it, he considered plural majors and read psychology or other humanities-related books.

Unlike martial arts where the progress becomes less noticeable after a certain point, reading piled up knowledge. Yu IlHan, who was now hooked to reading, spread his interests to other books inside the library. Common knowledge, history, geography, classics, physics, chemistry, art – he read every single books existing in the library.

After a few years passed, the books inside the libraries were insufficient. There was no one guarding bookstores anyway, so Yu IlHan started conquering the bookstores within his walking range in search for books that weren't in the library.

However, even this had a limit. On his 67th year of being left behind (Of course, Yu Ilhan no longer counted time), he made a big decision.

"Let's learn another language."
[Then let's just change locations. I can deliver your meals wherever it is.]
"Where is that food coming from?"
[Secret.]

While pondering whether to cross the seas or not, he moved locations to China, the closest country. While driving any car to drive until he was out of fuel, when he found a working petrol station, he would refuel, and if not, he would just change cars.
License? There was only Yu IlHan in this world so it was okay as long as the car he drove didn't fall off a cliff or exploded in a crash.

Even while moving, he studied Chinese in his spare time. The language studies made him sick after studying even a little became doable due to reading books for tens of years.

And the China he arrived at somehow was too wide. And there were of course, a lot of text to be read.

"Maybe it's a mistake to set China as the first stop."

Yu IlHan screamed in joy at the fact that there were so much new knowledge. Humanity will definitely come back before I get to know all the knowledge of China – at that fact, he even felt sorry for that.

However, that was his mistake. Even after adventuring all of the wide lands of China, and studying every book in China, humanity still didn't come back. Yu IlHan no longer asked Lita how much time passed and Lita also didn't speak of it.
He calmly moved to another country. It was because he felt that he might go crazy if he didn't get new stimulation, no matter what it was.

Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Pakistan, India, Mongolia... After learning every language on Asia, he read all the books, records and even internet logs of all those countries. As if he would die if he didn't read something, he read and read again.
Once, he forgot the iron rule of training martial arts for 3 hours a day and was close to getting beaten up by Lita.

[Are you really alright?]
"It's alright. Anyway."

He raised his head. The last page of the last book of the 7.5 million books inside the Russian academy of sciences was revealing itself.
Even though it was 7.5 million books, there were many books that also existed in other libraries, and to Yu IlHan, who could now read any book in a short time regardless of thickness due to reading repeatedly for countless years, it wasn't that hard of a task.

"As expected, I can't understand technical books even after reading them."

Yu IlHan saw through the limits of this brain. It seemed that he wasn't a person who was fit for sciences. He only read because there was text, and just reading the book didn't make him a professional in that area.

"Now let's go to Europe."
[You're speaking in Russian right now, you know?]
"Hyvää!"
[Okay, we can go to Finland.]

When he toured Europe, middle east, and even Africa, his vocabulary became rich.
It was the 216th year after he was left behind.

"Now there's just Oceania and America left!"

Yu IlHan cheered like a middle schooler who just checked that there was little summer homework left. At his unchanging tension even though he had lived for over 200 years, Lita made a bitter smile and asked back.

[You do know that you have to go by boat, right?]
"It's alright. There are many boats without owners in this world!"
[That's called stealing.]

The power of time was truly amazing. It had made a clueless college student into an all-powerful adventurer. Of course, there was no need to say twice since one human was given more time than a human lifespan, but Yu IlHan kept moving without rest as if he would die the moment he stopped.

Using all the knowledge of Geography, he set the sailing distance to the minimum, and he looked for a boat which could hold out for that distance. In the countless books he read until now, there were many specialized books related to ships, so there wasn't any difficulty finding a sturdy and a fueled boat, and driving it.

"Lita, humanity didn't die out by any chance, right?"
[I said there was a deviation in the time axis. I was a fool for thinking it's just twice or three times. It seems that it's at least 10 times.]
"How exciting."

After he finished preparing for the voyage, Yu IlHan left the land he was on without hesitation. As long as Oceania and America waited for him, there was no time for leisure.

And tens of years passed again.

"I finiiiiiiiiiiiiished!"
[Such a nasty guy.]

While looking at Yu Ilhan who was shouting and rolling around on top of the table inside Boston Public Library, known for being one of the biggest in America, Lita muttered with a
fed up voice.

Yu IlHan finally had conquered all the available books revealed to humanity. Even though she had watched the whole process with her own eyes, it was an unbelievable achievement.

After he left the library, sat down on a bench on the street and looked at the sky blankly for a while, Yu IlHan muttered while tilting his head.

"What do I do now?"
[Martial Arts?]
"I've done that until now too."

He didn't only read books while touring around the world. He went to various ruins which remained in some parts of the world, he found traces of martial arts and he kept revising various shortcomings in Vale Tudo and spearmanship. Training was 3 hours at the minimum and sometimes it would go over 8 hours, and 12 hours.

His fighting arts and weapon arts, which transformed to the point that he couldn't find the original style, was developed into a practical and high level technique to the point that Lita would have a hard time fighting him without mana.
This was something that was unachievable by someone who didn't have talent even if that person was given countless years. Lita of course didn't tell this to Yu Il Han. Since he would get ahead of himself when she did!

"Lita, other than martial arts or knowledge, is there something that might help after the Great Cataclysm occurs?"

The question that flew towards Lita, who was thinking about Yu IlHan's talent, was this. When she heard this, Lita could feel goosebumps.

[You...]

His question proved one thing.

Yu IlHan, who experienced more things than a human could experience in one lifetime, still didn't lose hope despite the time that had passed.

To him, his life wasn't over. No, perhaps he might be thinking that it didn't start until now. All the things he did until now maybe just in preparation for the life after the Great Cataclysm.

It was a long time even for Lita, who was an angel, but a human who wouldn't live past 100 on average was treating the past years as prior preparation. Of course, he himself didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but that didn't make Lita any less surprised.

[You, how can you be like that?]

As she was dumbfounded, Lita spat out the question she held back until now.
If Yu IlHan tried to boast for a bit, he might have answered with a fancier answer, but he, who lived while looking for new knowledge and experienced without being in contact with another human for countless years, only had candidness and honesty left. It might be considered that he regressed back into a child.

"You said I need to do it, so I do it. I can't practice mana so I need to do other things."
[...]

With Yu IlHan, who sighed while replying, in front of her, Lita lost her words to speak. The countless emotions and impulses mixed with each other and blew up to the point of bursting and bleached her mind pitch white.
Soon, she didn't know what expression to make and turned her head and spread her wings.

[I'm going!]
"Tell me what to do before leaving!"
[Think about it yourself from now!]

Lita disappeared from the place, and Yu IlHan was dumbfounded. After cool-headedly judging the situation, he muttered again while sighing.

"Let's first go back home."

This was a historic moment where an angel harbored more than just good intentions towards a human. And obviously, Yu IlHan didn't notice that.

Yu IlHan didn't know, but this was the 274th year after being left behind.
Humanity didn't return yet.

Left out during elementary school picnic.
Left out during middle school camp.
Left out during high school trip.

I finally became a college student and what? I’m left out from the entire humanity?

Yu IlHan who protects the earth alone while everybody’s away in other worlds.
His legend starts after humanity comes back and meets the Great Cataclysm!

I don't own this Novel
Source:kobatochan.com

Classroom Chaos: So in 8th grade I used to read during class a lot. At the time I was reading an Artemis Fowl book, and for some reason I had two copies of the same book. So one day in my English class we were reading this other book (which I had already finished reading three days earlier), I was reading my own book and when it was finally my turn to read, I had no idea where we were. So the teacher took my book away, I found my spot, read the part and passed it to the next person to start reading.

So after I read my part, I took out my second copy of Artemis and picked up right where I left off. Skip a few minutes ahead, gets back to my turn to read, and again I don't know where we are. So teacher takes a look at me, sees the book in my hands, then back to her desk obviously confused for a second. But shrugs it off knowing it's me she's dealing with (I've caused similar problems like this before), takes my second book and puts it on her desk, and makes me read my part.

Now my friend that sat two chairs down from me was also reading Artemis at the same time as me and with a quick look to him he knew exactly what I was planning. He took it out and passed it over without hesitation. I opened to a random spot and just pretended like I was reading. (At this point it was just to mess with my teacher.)

So skip forward again and my teacher sees me with the book again and says, "How many of those do you have?" I gave my smartass remark as "enough." She took away that book, too. But now at this point I was out of books, and the rest of my class knew it. But the teacher didn't know I was out. So she continued with her lesson and another friend of mine took two of her books and switched out two of the Artemis books on her desk to make them look like they were still there.

He passed the books slowly around the room, one at a time, until they were back to me. Then I took one out, opened to a random spot and just kept it open, waiting to get caught. I silently signaled to a few people in class and they started laughing. The teacher looked at what they were laughing at and saw me with yet another book. She looked at her desk where there were seemingly 3 Artemis books and saw me with a 4th. She took it, walked back to her desk, put it down, turned around, and saw me with the second book that got taken back on my desk!!!

The teacher thought she was going to win this game but underestimated my teamwork with my classmates. So the second she came over to me to take the seemingly 5th book, another classmate took back the other two books from her desk and split them up—sending one to me one way, and the other another way.

The teacher was very flustered and laughing hysterically at this point and there was no more teaching going on. The entire class was also going ballistic trying to see who would win. It was just a game of "How many books does this one 8th grader have?"

So at the end of the class she thought she had taken 11 books from me. I took pity on her and told her what was really happening. I told her that I had already read the first book, and all the teamwork that went on. We were both laughing and making jokes. In the end she agreed to let me read my own books as long as I kept track of the actual book we were reading. (Meaning, I ask the person next to me tell me when it's my turn and they point out my spot to read so I don't actually have to keep track.)

time books to read

Books I Have Read

Jun Jiuling

Leveling Reader

Rebirth to a Military Marriage: Good Morning Chief

Way of Choices

Pet King

a series of dreams

Why Only Me!?

Everyone else is a Returnee

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