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Oh my, such a good price. A million per month isn't a small amount! Previously, our website was only sold for 2,400,000 yuan. Now, a month's advertisement is worth one million, but he actually rejected it… Yang Zhiqi felt depressed. But even though this was what he thought, he didn't dare to say it. In the end, he only helplessly said, "OK. Currently, I don't have any more good news. Do you have any orders, Young Master…"
Hong Dali nodded and said, "Yup. Oh, speaking of which, that five are Great God-level authors now, right? It should be quite interesting meeting them. Let's do this. Organize an end-year meeting for Zhong Dian this week. Find a good time and ask those authors with good results to attend!"
He thought for a while and added, "Those who are qualified to attend will have their expenses reimbursed. Also, we will give them Chu Zhongqin or Jiang Ruoyu's autograph! Yup, there's also photo-taking with them too."
"OK, I understand!" Upon hearing Hong Dali's suggestion, Yang Zhiqi's eyes lit-up.
This idea of organizing a year-end meeting for authors was really good. This could not only increase the interaction between authors and editors but was also a great gimmick! Those who attended could even get this year's most popular celebrity's autograph and take pictures with them—this was basically a gift from the heavens!
Thinking of this, Yang Zhiqi totally kneeled down to Hong Dali. "Young Master, I'm fully impressed with your idea!"
…
Over the next few days, along with "I Am a Singer" and Unexpectedly!'s popularity, the entire online literature industry was in an uproar!
Speaking of which, those online bookstores that expanded to a certain extent all had annual meetings to boost the relationships between established authors and the bookstore, and also to increase interaction between them as well. There was nothing much in this actually, but along with the news released from Zhong Dian, the whole online literature industry was astonished.
The legendary secretive Young Master would be appearing on Zhong Dian's annual meeting! They could obtain rewards from him! Although the money might not be a lot, the most important thing was the power of the Young Master himself! As long as Young Master took a liking to them, they would become the sixth Great God in the Zhong Dian website!
Truly a Great God who could earn over a million a year!
Not only that, those who attended the meeting could also obtain the autograph and take a picture with the current top celebrity!
Picture taking and autograph! They were all authors who wrote novels, how could they not be familiar with the standard methods used in their novels? A poor writer met with the current most popular celebrity due to destiny and fate, fell in love, got a promotion, became a CEO, married the celebrity, and attained the pinnacle of life. Thinking about this, wouldn't they become agitated?
Therefore, Zhong Dian's first annual meeting after was convened in a blaze. It was only the second day after Hong Dali's inspection of Zhong Dian, 2:00 PM on Saturday.
When Hong Dali brought Tang Muxin, his nine lackeys, Li Nianwei, Zhang Cai, Chu Zhongqin, Jiang Ruoyu, and the rest to the venue and entered, Director Yang Zhiqi instantly shouted, "Young Master has arrived!" His voice was so high-pitched that it sounded like a eunuch's.
"Greetings, Young Master!" Once they entered, the five Great Gods of Zhong Dian website stood in front. Front left to right were respectively: Dark Dragon of the Universe, Drunk Venom, Ultimate Sky Limit, Treasure Slayer, and Smile of the Vagrant. At their back was the other smaller gods of Zhong Dian website, and behind them was the staff of Zhong Dian website.
From this arrangement, one could tell that Yang Zhiqi did indeed spend a lot of effort.
It wasn't difficult for the staff from Zhong Dian website to see Hong Dali. Therefore, there was no need for them to steal this opportunity from the authors.
As for these authors, being able to be the first to see Hong Dali would definitely make them touched. Once they were touched, it would be difficult for the people from other online bookstores to snatch them away—with Young Master Dali, this God of Fortune here, the authors would only join other online bookstores if their heads were kicked by a donkey.
"Oh my, hello, hello, everyone!" Once Hong Dali entered the room, he raised his right hand up high, like the head of the Nazis. "Reward! Everyone 2,000!" 
Then, the various authors saw what exuberance really meant—the male lackey behind Hong Dali immediately carried forth a gigantic chest. Once it was opened, they could see 100 yuan stacks of valued cash piled inside. Then, two female lackeys each carried a cash counting machine and came up…
Swisssh— The entire lounge was filled with the sound of the cash counting machines counting money. There were at least 200 plus authors who attended the meeting—2,000 yuan per person would add up to 400,000 in total. Plus those employees, at least 500,000 were given out just like that…
"Thank you, my Lord!" The authors all kneed down, totally conquered by him.
What was called a nouveau riche? This was what a true nouveau riche was like! Just tips alone were worth 500,000. He gave it away without even batting an eye!
After finishing tipping everyone, Hong Dali laughed cheerfully and walked up and shook hands with everyone. "Oh my, you must be Dark Dragon of the Universe? Not bad, not bad, your 'God Slayer' was quite entertaining!"
Dark Dragon of the Universe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Young… Young Master, my novel is 'Endless Universe'…"
"It's same, it's same, hahaha!" Hong Dali normally didn't remember the author of the novels that he read. Thus, he made such a mistake right at the start. Even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but blush. "It's quite well-written! Reward, 10,000!"
A male lackey instantly placed a stack of cash in Dark Dragon of the Universe's hands.
Hong Dali didn't forget to remind: "Everyone, remember. This guy is a nouveau riche! Later, remember to ask him to treat you all to a big health care[1] later!"
"Sure!" Everyone replied.
Tang Muxin lightly pulled on Hong Dali's sleeve and softly asked, "Dali, what does big health care mean?"
"Big health care means…" Hong Dali's head was full of sweat. "It refers to a high-quality health care center!" Seeing that Tang Muxin was going to ask further, Hong Dali hurriedly shook the next person's hand. "Oh my, you must be Drunk Venom. Your novel is really well written—my favorite thing to do in class is to read your novel. It helps to lighten my spirits! Reward!"
Another 10,000 yuan.
And so, he shook five person's hands, giving out 50,000 in total…
The other authors were all envious and jealous, but there was nothing they could do. These five author's novels were really well-written. In just a months' time, the bookmarks for their novels all exceeded 100,000, and the number of orders per chapter[2] exceeded 20,000. They were well liked by readers. The other authors really had to admit that these five people deserved this treatment.
After all the authors had shaken hands with Hong Dali, it was time for his speech.
Then, Hong Dali went on stage and spoke a single sentence, "Today, you guys have come to my territory. I have nothing much to say but for you all to enjoy yourself tonight. Everything is on me!" Then, he went down the stage.
The sound of applause erupted from below.
Probably since the history of applauding, this was the loudest. Quite a number of people's hands were red from clapping, truly meaning it… Speaking of which, if you saw the God of Fortune standing in front of you in real life and talking to you in such a manner, you would definitely clap till your hands were red too! 
For the remaining time, the editors and authors interacted with each other and improved their relationship. Li Nianwei, Chu Zhongqin, Jiang Ruoyu, and the other celebrities give out autographs and took pictures with them—since the first performance of 'I Am a Singer' had finished, Jiang Ruoyu resolutely signed a ten-year contract with Caiwei Entertainment, preparing to root herself here for good.
Next was the speech by Director Yang Zhiqi, then Director Zhang Wenyang, then the Chief Editor…
But there was a common characteristic—their speeches were all very short. It could even be said that they only used a few breaths of time to finish them. Then, all that was left to do was to celebrate and enjoy.
Out of those speeches, Zhang Wenyang's was the most unique. "At the start, we were making all kinds of loss due to advertising. Now, other people came to advertise on our website, but what did our Young Master do? He directly rejected! Using his words, he's using this website to squander, not to earn money. Yet, in the end, all of the advertisements ended up in Turkey Bookstore. At that time, they laughed at us for being prodigal. Now, look again. A lot of famous authors came to our website because of the high reward and payout. As for Turkey Bookstore, because they had too many advertisements, the readers couldn't stand it and came to us."
"Now, Turkey Bookstore lost a lot of site traffic while our website's site traffic shoot up like a rocket. What is this called? One sentence from Young Master is worth more than a 100,000 strong army!"
…
In the next few days, the entire online literature industry erupted!
Other bookstore's author's group chat—
Author one: "Have you guys seem the annual meeting for Zhong Dian website? It was totally amazing, wasn't it! Damn it, they directly carried over a chest of cash to give out tips for everyone!"
Author two: "I saw it, I saw it. Those images are too classic. What the heck, Young Master's back view was too handsome to watch!"
Author three: "Are you guys for real? I have only heard of it. Does any of you have a picture for me to see?"
Author two sent over a photograph.
Author three: "What the heck, this is totally a God-level nouveau riche, a battle-level nouveau riche amongst the God-level nouveau riches!"
Author four: "You guys actually have the leisure to chat here. Shouldn't you guys hurry over there to start a new novel, what are you guys waiting for?"
Author one to hundred: "I almost forgot till you mentioned it. This can't wait, let's go, let's go now!"
Turkey Bookstore reader's chat group—
Reader one: "What shit is this? This stupid website's advertisements are getting more and more. Just this while, seven to eight advertisements have popped up. How are we supposed to read like this!?"
Reader two: "Who still reads at Turkey now, everyone has gone over to Zhong Dian. You guys haven't seen their annual meeting photos, right? What the heck, I'm totally envious of them. Even the Goddess Li Nianwei was there! Autographs! Picture-taking together!"
Reader three: "I saw them too, Young Master directly asked his lackeys to bring a chest over to give out tips. It was too amazing to look at, that female lackey even brought two cash-counting machines there!"
Reader: "Those tips are only a little money. You guys don't know yet, right? Now, on Jian Bao website, the offer for one autograph from Goddess Li Nianwei has reached 50,000 and is still rising!"
Reader three: "50,000?!"
Reader four: "And at this price, there is also no stock! Goddess Li Nianwei's autograph! Ever since she debuted, has she given anyone signatures? No, right? There are only these 200 plus autographs in the whole world. You can think of its value then."
Reader two: "Then, the price for her autograph must be incredulous now, right?"
Reader four: "Not only that, do you know what she wrote? She wrote 'Young Master's Li Nianwei,' these seven words!"
Reader three: "Sob sob sob, my Goddess, sob sob sob…"
Reader four: "Stop crying, hurry up and go over there to read their novels. I heard that there will be another annual meeting in the next half of the year, and the nouveau riche readers can also go. It's said that they can obtain Goddess's autograph too, but this time it will only be her name."
Reader five: "The nouveau riches can go, too?"
Reader four: "Damn, the big nouveau riche has come! Hurry up and go there to start reading. If you give out enough tips, you can attend the annual meeting, too! The crucial point is that there are more good novels there than in Turkey!"
Reader five: "I see. Understood!"
[1] Refers to finding prostitutes
[2] Readers have to pay for each chapter they read


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


Welcome back, young daoists! Today we will be touching upon a topic near and dear to every starving daoist's heart. Advertising.

Of course, "shamelessly advertising"? No! You are just providing a source of entertainment for anyone who is interested...

Maybe a young daoist like you has never heard of the term "advertising"? It's a quite simple and easy task, but getting people to actually read your story is something else. Here's a few tips on how to provide a source of entertainment for anyone interested.

1. Comments

Let's say you're on a story like "Transcending The Nine Heavens" and see a few comments enjoying the story. You should comment something like this:

"I like Transcending The Nine Heavens too! The update per week is soo slow though. I'm working on a similar story called "Insert Cool Xianxia Name" with a chapter per (you choose) and it currently has (please don't advertise with 5 chapters). See you later, fellow daoist. 

With this comment, you have indirectly said 'Come to my story, add to your library and give me power stones.' without actually saying that! Foolproof technique.

2. Social Media/Discord

If you haven't joined Discord, I recommend you do! You should then join the official Webnovel server and Inkstone Writing server. Using a legendary technique crafted by me, you will be able to get more viewers.

Open Discord > Webnovel > Start Interacting

This one requires a lot of skill, as not every starving daoist can actually communicate well. Fear not! This will hone your skills, give you an idea of what authors and readers are like and open new gateways to creating your own server for your novel. 

So basically, don't shamelessly advertise to advertise on Discord! Only do it when the moment is right and casually mention your novel. 
TLDR: Don't be so pushy! A man just wants to read..
3. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

This is only for the most desperate and starving daoists. It is seriously not recommended to torture yourself like this unless absolutely necessary. After all, who would want to let the world know they write on Webnovel? Just one look at it gives a 'weaboo' vibe and will scare most narrow-minded people off. But, if you have willingly chose this path, it is expected you know what judgement stems from it. 

You should casually mention you write something and have a friend check it out. Make sure you're not writing a scene where the MC gets his head chopped off on the first chapter or that will scare some people away. Here's a good way of saying this to your real life friends:

"I've been thinking of getting into writing, and I'm writing on a website called Webnovel. My story is called 'The Dao of Filler' you should check it out! I think you'll like it."

If you were not profusely sweating while saying that sentence, good on you. Let's just hope your friend won't be absolutely shocked when they read the absurd titles of popular novels and quickly close the tab...

That's all for today's advice! If you need any advice on your cultivation, let me know in the comments below! Of course, remember to give me your power stones. 

Remember kids, every word counts...

Young daoist, you must face all in your way to becoming a shameless author and filler expert. Luckily, I am giving advice for freeeeeee! Vote now with your power stones..

Dearest Raven

If you are reading this letter, than I am no longer with you. For that I deeply apologize. Unlike you and many others of your generation, most of us can't escape after signing away our lives…some may have found a loophole, but sometimes, destiny itself will just find a way. A long time ago, I met a young girl whom I would sign away my life for; and even now, I would gladly give that life for you.

Please, when I am gone, do not lose yourself. It was you that I did it for, not for a shadow, not for a reflection. I just wish that you will stay just as yourself – just to be my precious princess.

Do you remember? When you were younger and you used to cling to my side, you wanted to skip every day of school just so you could all the children and adults that existed in the kingdom.

I remember seeing you off every morning, fear filled your eyes - it had pained me that even then, that even after that woman had left our lives… she was still causing you so much pain.

I remember you would come running home after school, often times you would come crying into my leg because of the event that had taken place earlier that day – be it a horrible prank by a fellow student or snide remarks by one of the background adults to or from the school. I remember it would even take up to an hour of stroking your hair, telling you over and over that "everything was okay" and that "tomorrow would be a better chapter" even then I knew you were a smart cookie…you saw through the lies I was making.

I remember soon after the tears, you would be back to your old self. Often times you would go off by yourself into the castle, playing and running around – more so or not, you would be getting in the ways of our staff members during your wild escapades. Often times I would find you in your room, looking through the fairy tale books that would litter over your floor – you wouldn't ever tell me, but I knew you wanted to be like one of those girls from the books. I never understood why though – you were already my princess.

I remember the evenings would come around, we would be sitting at the dinner table and you would be going on and on about what mischief you had gotten into earlier or you would tell me about the book you had been reading and the characters inside as if they were you were friends; be it was a new book or a book you had already read countless times.

I remember the nights as they would sneak up on us, when you were younger I would be there to make sure your long beautiful hair had been scrubbed all the way and every nook and cranny was clean of filth. Afterwards we would just sit in your room, just talk, as I brushed your hair; just hanging onto every little word that just popped out of your mouth as if you were trying to catch me up on everything that had occurred that day.

Then bed time came, in that little pink and white frilly bed you were just the cutest lump of black sitting there, waiting patiently as I got you your book to read for you. The book you often wanted me to read you were "Snow White" the one where the evil queen and snow white became best friends at the end their story. I remember you hanging on to every word as we came to their "Happily Ever After."

I would then tuck into your bed and after I would kiss you tonight, you would often ask the same question, "Do I have to go to school tomorrow?" with sadness in your eyes. I knew it would hurt but I would tell you that you would have to and with defeat you would go on to sleep. After turning off the lights to the room, I would just often times just stand at the door way just watching and listening to the soft sounds of your snoring as you would go off into a deep sleep. You were my own sleeping beauty.

It is these kinds of memories that I will always hold dear to my heart. The times that you would often give a big toothy smile – especially when you lost a tooth – were just rays of light that would often shine in my eyes. I never want you to forget your own precious moments.

Remember when you got older? After you had started middle school? During that time I don't know if it were your rebellion age or if you were just fed up with the world and the way it was treating you. You would often come home from school and without saying a word to me or any of the staff members and lock yourself up in your room. We wouldn't be able to see you until dinner and even then, you would eat without saying so much as a peep and just went back to your bed.

Then one day out of the blue it changed when you met her. One day you came home after school calling for me telling me about a friend you had just met. For many days you would often talk nothing else but what you and the girl, Madeline Hatter, were up to and were going to do.
Of course I was afraid because the girl was from wonderland, but after talking to the girl's father, she had no ill will towards you. It made me happy that you had finally found a friend in this world.
I want you to remember, that no matter what the future may hold; that you aren't living in anyone's shadow.

I remember the day that you had decided that you weren't going to follow your destiny and that you were going to go down your own fate. I remember telling you just how proud I was for you…to be honest; I was scared out of my mind. I didn't want anything bad to happen to you, especially something that I couldn't control; but I knew how much this meant for you, so I was – and even now – with you no matter what decision you make in your life.

I want you to remember, that even now, you are not your mother's shadow; you aren't my shadow – You are, and only can be, you, just Raven Queen.

Don't you ever lose sight of yourself.

No matter what has happened to me, and even though I am gone…I want you to realize, though I may be dead…this wasn't my bad ending. You, my princess, were, and forever after, my "Happily Ever After."

I love you.

-A very proud father

The unread letter rested quietly on the pillow of the young girl's bed.

0000000ooooo0000000

Raven stared at what had just happened in front of her, her mind not being able to process the scene that had just taken place; in an instance faster than it could even register.

Not even a couple of hours had passed since students and parents were once just chatting amongst themselves, catching up on all things related to their final year before everything now was burning.

The Evil Queen, now broken free from her prison, had attacked once again. Determined this time, she wanted to make sure her existence was known in her story and not just another foot note as she attacked the school.

As if to close the final chapter of the previous story; parents fought back against the queen that had once threatened to tear their worlds apart. Heroes and villain; it was a sight to see as every story, despite their differences, came together and to secure a future for their children…but
Even with the power of everyone; The Evil Queen - whom had absorbed the power of darkness itself - came out the victor, virtually unscathed. Even the Cheshire Cat, for what seemed to be the first time in her life she had gotten serious, barely made a tear in her dress.

With the past defeated, the evil queen set her eyes towards the future; the students of Ever After High - In particular one specific children. With a hollow cackle, she raised her hand as dark flames erupted from her finger tips.

What came next happened too fast for anyone to react. The flames were stopped just short of the students. In that one instant the purgatory fire engulfed another target.

As if time itself had slowed down to a crawl, Raven was only capable of staring wide eye at what transpired in front of her – as her father, The Good King, was being eaten away by the flames casted by her father whom had jumped in their way to protect her.

As if they were hungry, the black flames ate away at the noble sacrifice – tearing away at the life that was entrapped in its core.

"Dad..." was all that Raven Queen could muster as she stared in shocked.

In pain, Good King turned his head back to see the young evil queen. Seeing that she didn't have so much as a scratch on her person; he smiled softly, knowing this was the end; he used what was the last of his life energy to relay one more message.

"I love you, Raven" he mouthed out.

With those final words, the good king's body fell to the floor.

"Dad…" Raven's mind was having a hard time registering as she watched as what remained of her father continued to burn.

Even the Evil Queen, the most dangerous villain in this world, even her own demeanor seemed to have shaken. Perhaps there was once love; perhaps it was because of the nights of ecstasy; perhaps it was because of him she had Raven – the reason as to why didn't matter – when the time came for "Mira Queen" to fulfill her destiny, the one thing she could not find the evil to do was to take the life of her own husband. She had pushed it off for far too long; NOW she had the power to take anything that her heart desired. This was HER story. With her now power of darkness, she could consume whatever she wanted.

"Dad…" Raven choked up, staring at the remains of the body in front of her. The images started to come in…

"R-Raven…" Apple spoke.

"Don't think I have forgotten about you…Snow White…" The Evil Queen's eyes, void of any light, turned to the blonde. If it wasn't for Good taking her away in the past, NOW it's Snow that is taking away her daughter in the future. No one was going to take away Raven; she belonged to her and her alone. If anyone was going to consume her daughter, it was going to be her mother.

The Evil Queen raised her hand to Apple, darkness dripping down her finger tips.

Raven screamed. Everyone stopped to look at the young woman.

The evil magic in her body started to pour out, like magma when a volcano erupts.

Raven Screamed. The energy she was expelling washed over them like a wave, as if trying to drown everyone.

The evil magic erupted into the sky, like a beacon.

The images wouldn't stop flooding into her mind. A man having a wonderful tea party with his daughter; a man consoling his child when she was bullied; always there for her when Raven needed him. A father that would protect her from the monsters under her bed; the monsters that were in her closet; the monsters that lived in the villages outside – he was always there for her.

Raven Screamed. The ashes that were the remains of a kind father were blown away be the sheer force of the surging energy.

In a childhood where not only other children had bullied her, but also where adults would shame her, there was always one person that was there for her. In a world that saw her nothing but a witch, there was one person that treated her like a princess.

Raven Screamed. "RAVEN!" Apple cried out, hands over her eyes as she could barely look at her love.
In the darkness that would have molded her own future growing up, there was one light as a child that had kept her going; that had kept her sane.

He was always there, when no one else was.

Raven screamed.

But now that light was gone; as if in an instant, everything that had made up her life was shattered in an instant – taken away by THAT woman. Why was it that her mother wanted to take everything that she loved away? Even now, she threatened to take away her future.

"RAVEN!" Apple called out, her legs moving on their own. Her body started to push against the evil energy that poured out like smog from her queen, threatening to smother any and all in its way.

"RAVEN!" the young blond continued pushed her way towards her friend; trying to reach her friend as the world around her had just shattered. Apple crawled her way through the miasma as she finally reached the young woman.

"Raven, please!" the soon to be Snow White grabbed her shoulders. "Please, Raven!" Apple cried out. "I'm here for you Raven, just please; just please come back to me!"

Almost as if on que, all the energy that had once acted like a beacon that reached into the sky had stopped; Raven's rage had subsided, her body had calmed down. Her demeanor had seemed to return to normal.

"It's okay, Raven. I'm here-"

"-Apple."

"Raven!" the young blond smiled, looking at her love.

"I will only ask you this once." The long black haired woman said. "Get out of my way."

Apple's eyes went wide as she stared into Raven's.

In the past when the young girl would access the power she had inherited, be it by pain or rage, it would never be Raven's eyes that would be looking back – it would always be the evil queen's eyes that Apple would see.

Not this time.

The eyes that Apple was now looking into was calm and collected; like a fire that had burned so bright it became white light. The gaze she was looking into was Raven's not her mother's; as if the first time in Raven's life she was thinking clearly.

Looking into Raven's eyes, Apple was taken back in shock as she let go of her friends' shoulder. In a flash of miasma energy, Raven had disappeared, off to fight against her mother – and nothing anyone would say or do was going to stop her.

The young Snow White's hands went to her chest as it felt like pain was rocketing through her heart. Tears started to poor from her eyes.

This time, it felt like Apple had truly lost Raven forever.

(Ever After High Fanfic) In a world, where everyone sees you as nothing but a witch. Isn’t it nice for someone to treat you like a princess?

"Ahhh! Maya! What do I do now?!" Sandra cried out as she hid in Maya's chest, realising she will have to go on an actual date this evening. 
Maya could not help but smile and pat Sandra at the back of her head, caressing her dark hair before saying, "You have been waiting so long for that. Are you going to throw it away? Go there and get him. He probably can't wait to meet with you too." 
"Ah, I suddenly got really nervous… What if he comes without his mask and I will stare at his face without talking?" Sandra asked worriedly, finding comfort in the two soft pillows beneath her. 
"He won't mind, don't worry. You are cute when you are yourself. You don't have the reason to feel nervous around him. If he doesn't like you the way you are, you can always make him like you. You are the tiger and he is your dinner. Remember how fast did he agree for a date with you? As long as you show up stunning him with your beauty, he won't be able to resist you. Devil Face will be all yours." Maya assured her, giving her a big confidence boost with her words. She knew it will work based on Sandra's personality. 
Just as she thought, Sandra raised her head with a confused expression as if she was contemplating her words and spoke in realisation, "You are right… What am I even getting worried about? It is just a date. As long as I behave normally, there is no way he can resist me. Thank you Maya, you are the best." 
"Mhmm, but remember, don't go too extreme. Be in control but leave him some room. You don't want a robot but a man. Got it?" Maya warned as she let her go, wanting to prevent any disasters from happening. 
Sandra already imagined Devil Face doing anything she wants which put the smile on her face, not actually catching the last advice that she received but she still nodded, "Mhmm, I know." 
She was now really looking forward to this date and stood up excitedly before pulling Maya towards her clothes closet as she said, "Come! We will pick me a dress. I will make Devil Face's mouth open wide from amazement. 
Maya could only follow after her while wishing Devil Face the best in her mind, 'Hope you can survive till tomorrow…' 
——— 
'Wuxing! She accepted!' Devil Face cried out in happiness the moment he received Sandra's response and the moment he read it, he was in even bigger ecstasy. 
'What did she say?' Wuxing asked curiously, wondering if his poem worked in the end and Devil Face quickly called back, 'She said she can't wait to meet me! What's more, she called herself 'Your Sandra'! Do you know what that means?!' 
"Haha, yeah, tell me what does it mean." Wuxing laughed at that, playing with Devil Face some more before he would reveal the truth. 
Devil Face was hyping himself, even more, feeling somewhat proud but hearing Wuxing laugh, he got suspicious. He still called out in question, 'Doesn't it mean that she thinks of herself as my Sandra already? Isn't that great?' 
Wuxing felt bad for having to ruin his Spirits happiness but he had to. He grinned as he dropped everything on hand and asked calmly, 'Think, do you think Sandra would ever write something like this?' 
Devil Face imagined the Sandra he knew and replied without hesitation, 'No. The Sandra I know would curse me instead…' 
Wuxing smiled getting the confirmation and explained further, 'Well, you got your answer. She is not a person who will show her emotions and feelings this easily. You have to first crack the egg before the insides spill. What I think happened is Maya assisting her in reading the letter and replied on her stead. You said they are friends, right? Based on Sandra character, this is exactly what she would do.' 
'Damn… How could I miss this.' Devil Face cursed, knowing that Wuxing could be right before asking with sadness, 'Does that mean she didn't accept it in the end…?' 
Wuxing smirked and said, knowing that Maya wants him to meet with Anna, 'She will have to. Maya won't let her reject it. Don't worry. Just prepare yourself and go make this date the best one she will ever have. You don't have a lot of time.' If Sandra won't meet with Devil Face, Wuxing wouldn't have to comply with the Maya's request. 
'Oof… Then we still have a date. Good. I will prepare. Yes. I will do that.' Devil Face sighed in relief, planning to get ready for the date but then he realised he didn't know what to do. 
As if Wuxing sensed that, he asked suspiciously, 'You do know what to do, right...?' He wouldn't be surprised if Devil Face didn't, knowing his inability to write a simple letter. 
Devil Face did not want to ruin his date so he quickly admitted while begging right after, 'No… Wuxing, you have to help me! Give me some tips please!'
Wuxing snickered as he commented, planning on getting more favours from him, 'Tsk, I thought you are my helping Spirit but it seems it's the other way around…'
Devil Face didn't give up and quickly pleaded, 'Come on, we are partners! Bros for life! You can't leave me like that! I will owe you for that...'
Only then did Wuxing agree and started his tutoring, 'Fine. Let me give you some basic tips then. First of all, bathe before your date, shave, put on some nice perfumes and wear your best clothes. The casual suit would be nice. Can you do that as a Spirit?' He asked curiously, not exactly knowing what Devil Face could do as a Spirit. 
'Yeah, Spirit Realm is basically same as your world but for us Spirits. We basically have everything you have.' Devil Face confirmed quickly, which made it easier for Wuxing to choose the tips. 
Thinking about Devil Face's knowledge of dates, Wuxing continued to explain the fundamentals, 'Before you go on a date with her, you have to answer some questions to yourself. What's your end-goal? Are you ready for a committed relationship or just want to date for fun? Approach the date with the answer to these questions and you will be much more confident as you already know what you want.' 
'Mhmm, I understand.' Devil Face nodded with understanding but then followed up with a question, 'What if I don't know the answer?'
Wuxing had a quick answer for it as he described, 'If you don't know, try to imagine your future with her. If you can't, it means you are not ready for it. In that case, just have fun. This is actually another tip. You have to make up your mind in advance to have fun. If you are going to have fun, there is a high chance that she will as well. Also, be yourself. If you are silly, be silly. If you are a dummy, turn it around and make her laugh together with you. Sometimes your flaws could be your advantages as well.'
'Whoa, you are good…' Scanning through the new information, Devil Face couldn't help but be amazed but it also made him think of other questions and he proceeded to ask, 'But what about the date itself? What do I talk about? What do I do?' 


The prodigy of mercenary world, the youngest officer in Seven Stars Special Forces.

Betrayed by his partners, people he considered friends. 

Sentenced for murder he didn't commit.

Placed in a high-security prison. 

Jokes on them.

In the first day, he acquired an ability, able to change his body at will. 

In the second day, he met the love of his life, taking her with him on the path to get revenge.

Join Li Wuxing as he claims what's rightfully his. 

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"So what are doing Kate?" asked Xie Yuansheng looking sweetly at her. 
"Brother Xie Yuansheng, I will soon be joining a university in America for my graduation," she replied with enthusiasm. 
"That's interesting. What courses have you opted for?" he asked.
"I have taken up Business Economics," she replied resting her hand on the table and looking at him. 
Xie Yuansheng started talking about the subject as if he knew everything about it. He started giving her tips about the subject and also which would be the best things she should focus on. He thought that he was speaking naturally about those things but she thought that he was being so kind and giving her tips from his experience. 
They started talking and both of them gelled so well that it seemed as if they were not meeting for the first time. 
Someone from the side clicked the picture of the mighty Xie Yuansheng sitting in a common eatery and instantly uploaded it on his Weibo. 
In another twenty minutes, the noodles arrived. When Xie Yuansheng ate them, he praised them a lot. "Wow! I have never had such tasty noodles with pork. This is one of the best dishes Lu Boyun. You must go inside and learn it from the Chef. Then we will make it at home." 
Lu Boyun didn't want to leave Xie Yuansheng alone with that girl and go for the fear that he might spill that he didn't remember anything or she might discover it. She seemed intelligent just like her sister Keira. "Young Master, I can make these noodles at home," he replied, trying to divert his attention from the topic. He didn't want to go.
But Xie Yuansheng persisted, "No, no. You must go and learn it. Feng Xinying would love this preparation." 
Reluctantly, Lu Boyun had to leave the two of them together. He knew that if he went inside, he would get the recipe easily because everyone knew Xie Yuansheng. Who would refuse to give the recipe to the man who owned the mall? So he thought that he would make it as quick as possible. 
When he left, the two of them resumed talking about the course. Xie Yuansheng was finding the entire conversation pretty interesting. The atmosphere was so different from the one at home. Things were lively and he got to see so much that day. 
When they finished eating, Kate said, "Brother Xie Yuansheng, I would love to take more tips from you. Are you free anytime soon?"
"Of course I am," he replied. "I can give you as many tips as you like," he said and slurred the last drop of the soup left after eating the noodles. 
Kate smiled at the man in front of him. He was simple. She sighed if she would ever find a match like him. When he said that he was free to help her, she suggested, "Is it okay to meet tomorrow? I will be going out to the Planet Plaza's Gaming World arena. There I often get into competitions with fellow gamers. So if you like, we can play games and also discuss more things." 
Xie Yuansheng eyes beamed. Even thinking of going to such a lively place was exciting for him. He said, "Sure! What time?" 
"How about we have lunch together Brother Xie Yuansheng?" she asked stretching her luck. She knew that he would refuse her but then if he won't go for lunch then she would ask him to spend some time with her in the evening. 
Xie Yuansheng narrowed his eyes and kept his hand on his mouth. After a while he said, "Okay, let us meet for lunch tomorrow." 
Kate was so shocked that she stared at him for a second. Recovering from her reverie she nodded heavily and said, "Thank you so much! I will be there waiting for you." 
He laughed and started to leave. Lu Boyun was heading towards them muttering something to himself in annoyance.   
The three of them went outside the mall together. Kate was so happy that she was literally talking and jumping around like a bunny around Xie Yuansheng while Lu Boyun was pretty disturbed at he had spent a lot of money on a phone that was to be used for gaming! How the hell did he fall into the trap? 
They bade goodbye and left. 
When Kate reached home, she didn't say about her evening with Xie Yuansheng because she was scared that her parents would discourage her from meeting him. So all she did was to wait for the next day and during all the time she did nothing but take out various dresses from her wardrobe. She tried them hundreds of times to see which looked best. She even read about business economics on the computer in order to keep pace with the most intelligent and handsome man she had ever met. She smiled at the thought, her cheeks showing two cute dimples and her heart burning with infatuation. 
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When Xie Yuansheng reached home, he looked so cheerful that his smile was infectious. Feng Xinying was sitting in the main hall waiting for them. When she saw his, she also smiled. She asked him, "How was your day?" 
"Oh, it was fantastic! I had loads of fun," he replied like a child. 
Feng Xinying thought that just one outing had brought about so many positive changes. 
"We bought a fantastic phone for Lu Boyun. Its cost was twenty thousand Yuan!" he said as he took the phone out of the shopping bag. 
Feng Xinying stared at Lu Boyun. He was looking pale and she had to suppress her laughter. Her husband had really had fun. 
"You can even play games with this mobile," said Xie Yuansheng giving it in the hands of Feng Xinying. 
Feng Xinying looked at it and shook her head – boys with toys! She said, "This phone is from my side to you Lu Boyun. I will send the money to your account." She knew that poor Lu Boyun must have been subjected to pressure to buy the phone. 
Returning the phone back to him, Feng Xinying asked, "So what all did you do today? 


Warning: The novel contains mature scenes. 

Feng Xinying was an heiress of a billion dollar empire. She was a model by profession, a celebrity hailed by all as a winner in life. 

Suddenly she found that all she had was but an illusion. Upon her father's death, her company fell into the hands of Xie Yuansheng, leaving her with nothing but a fiery anger and indignation. And Xie Yuansheng was no easy man to deal with. 

Forced to be his secretary, Feng Xinying was fuming mad, never wanting to compromise on her career. 

Unfortunately, things were not going as she planned, and while she was hostile towards Xie Yuansheng, he was eager to mark her as his. 

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Before he was reborn, he loved Feng Xinying crazily and all he wanted was to make her his for the lifetime. But she hated him to the core because he mistreated her, caged her and didn’t let her go anywhere. He was suspicious of her movements. He knew that she hated him, and so he only tightened his control over her. 

After his rebirth, he looked differently at her. Xie Yuansheng was ready to make all amendments in this lifetime. 

From being the worst husband, he became the best that would dote on his wife. This is a story of how two people came to meet each other. She hated him first and then fell in love irrevocably. 

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With a grim determination, I start to call down lightning. It starts to shoot down hitting the soldier as it starts to get up again. 


it staggers, taken off balance by the multiple hits. I use the opportunity to rush forward and slice it open again with my claws.


It falls to the ground struggling to get up. I pin it's arms down, and start ripping his throat out. After several minutes, it bleeds to death. 


Panting, I lay next to it before looking at Vanor. 


"Nowhere near good enough. That might have been okay for a single duel, but what are you going to do when it's got a half of a dozen squadmates next to it, also trying to kill you? Fighting in a battlefield is completely different than a one on one fight. 


You cannot allow yourself to get drawn into a drawn-out fight with a single opponent. Otherwise, one of the others will sneak up behind you. 


You have to be mobile, constantly moving, keeping all your enemies within your line of sight. Don't waste time on powerful moves that take time to build. Instead, go for moves that have little to no casting time, and that you can stack on each other. 


Take the soldier caste, for example, they have a glaring weakness you could have exploited. Their necks, send four or five wind blades to their neck and cut its head off. 


Remember, they have no self-preservation, they won't try to protect it as you or I would." lectures Vanor, he then explains several tips or tricks that help when fighting multiple soldier caste demons. 

We head back to the Taleos branch clans living quarters before going our separate ways. Back inside my room, I go open up the diary left by the original Valoris, going to the last entry I read 


"This will be my last entry for a while, I leave this here in case I should fail. So that my family will always have a reminder of my love for them. I plan to head west, to the outskirts of the lands of the nation. 

clan servant, Selena Bloodyfang offered to join me, but I refused. I would take this journey on my own, with no help from the clan. Not even a servant who had sworn to me their undying loyalty

Father, if you are reading this, then most likely I have failed. Know that you helped me in my darkest time. 


Valoris Taleos Stormfury" 


Shocked, I reread the entry multiple times to make sure I was reading it correctly. Suddenly I run to Vanors room as fast as I can. 


"I'm sure Vanor never read this," I think as I arrive at his room. 


Knocking on the closed doors, I hear a faint "enter". I open the doors to find Vanor looking up from reading a report of some kind. Before he can even say anything I put the diary in front of him and open it to the last entry. 


"Read this" 


Interested, Vanor begins to read the short entry. By the time he finishes his face is snarling, his eyes burning with wrath. 



"Do you think it's true?" he asks 


"I don't know for sure, but it makes sense doesn't it? why she moved the clan there, how they got the idea to try and replicate the dragon gods' bloodline? 

She was experimenting at the Ruins while making herself a servant here to get information on it. When she saw Valoris striking out on his own, she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to extract the tiny amount he had within him. 


Then, after her clan was banished from the Ruins, she set them up where she was conducting experiments. Actually, I think she still is. I remember Thinblood's disappearing all the time in the mines." I explain my reasoning. 


"It explains more than you know, I was reading a report on the findings a scout I sent to the Bloodyfang Clan. It appears that Selena Bloodyfang was a clan member of a small poison dragon clan. 

She was born a wyrm with a pitiful amount of dragon blood. Enslaved by her clan, she served until her clan made the mistake of trying to expand into our lands. As a show of force, we wiped the entire clan out, leaving only the servants alive. 


She offered to become a servant to our clan in gratitude. Looking at her talent, resources she received, and age. Dragoness should have been the highest she could have ever achieved unless she somehow managed to get something that would both purify her lineage and increase her talent. Dragon God's blood does both. With it, she has managed to evolve into a dragon elder, at a young age" 


"So now what?" I ask 


"Now we prepare to destroy that filthy worm. I'm going to personally rip her wings from her and make her suffer for what she did to my son" growls out Vanor, hatred spewing from his every word. 


"Thank you for showing me this, I will hold on to this for now. Tomorrow we plan to raid and destroy the Bloodyfang clan permanently!" says Vanor dismissing me.


Walking back to my room, I struggle with some inner turmoil. I am playing a direct part in the destruction of hundreds of lives. Sure, I had fantasies of destroying the clan for what they did to me. But this was real, people would die from my actions who I had never met.

 Resolved, I realized something, most likely, most of the adults in the clan were aware of what Selena was doing. How could they not be when most of them had been alive when they moved from the Ruins.

 As for the younger generation who were unaware...it was doubtful that I could convince them of their elder's crimes. It was a sad truth to realize but it was the truth none the less. I would talk to Vanor tomorrow, on exactly what he plans to do with the children. The main point, however, was that finally, I would have my revenge! 

With that thought in mind, I laid down to sleep. Eager for tomorrow to arrive.

Valoris was born weak and deformed, a Thinblood kobold. In the Bloodyfang clan there is only one future for him. 

To be outcasted, and enslaved, to work in the mines until he dies. But Valoris refuses to accept that this is his fate, he fights, claws, and endures. 

Until he can finally show everyone, that even an outcast can become a dragon! 


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"So," Methan commented slowly. "Do I want to know what happened?"
"Probably not," the young man in front of him answer. "But as you have deduced, I am god and, yes, I am thinking of reincarnating you. However, the choice is still yours. You can always continue on with the normal flow of death if you wish."
"Wait a moment, can I ask how I died?"
"You don't remember?" god asked in astonishment.
"I can remember living and growing up, but it just suddenly ends," Methan admitted, confusion evident in his voice. 
"Are you really sure that you want to know?" came the reluctant question. After receiving a nod, he continued. "You were run over."
"Is that all?" Methan asked, confused at the god's reluctance.
"Six times, but you only died after the last one hit the car in front and triggered a small explosion," the god explained with a blank expression.
Methan was suddenly really happy that he couldn't remember how he had died. Getting run over repeated before being incinerated sounded extremely painful.
"Continuing on, would you like to reincarnate into another world?"
"Why is this happening?" Methan asked curiously. Now that the mystery of his death had been solved, he could turn his thoughts to his current situation. "Does this happen for everyone?"
"Well no," the god admitted. "This is mostly happening because there is something connecting your soul to this other world. I can't be sure, because this is outside of my area of authority, but I think that there is someone that you need to meet over there."
"Well in that case, I guess that I had better go meet the , hadn't I?" Methan said with a kind smile.
"Good, in that case, I will send you off with my blessing then," the god said as he waved his hand in Methan's direction. "Do remember to have a good time and don't over do it this time."

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Slowly opening his eyes, Methan looked up at the branches waving gently in the breeze. Blinking somewhat painfully, he attempted to sit up but ended up confused in the process. His memories of his were beginning to become somewhat foggy, but he was certain that he had been taller. Looking down, he found that his hands had shrunk as well.
Scrambling to his feet, he knelt by a nearby stream and gazed at his reflection in shock. Looking back at him was the face of a child that could only be described as beautiful. The soft, elegant curve of his face gave the impression of youth and energy. With delicate features, pale skin, and captivating green eyes, Methan had trouble looking away from his own face. All of this was topped with a shock of silvery, white hair. Just barely visible under the hair, he could make our the tips of carefully pointed ears.
"What happened?" he wondered, still captivated by the change in his appearance.
Looking back at where he had been laying, he noticed a satchel with a letter resting on top. Hoping for answers, he walked back and began to read the letter.
- 'So, I am assuming that you will be somewhat stunned by what has happened to you, so I have written this letter in the hopes of answering some of your questions. Firstly, regarding your age. It should have placed you at an age where you will have an easier time adapting to this world, while still being close enough in age to the soul that you are bound to to allow fairly easy interaction. This bag contains a supply of food, tools, and other amenities that will help you get set up. It is linked to a folded space that can be accessed by putting your hand in the bag and asking for what you need. The bag will also let you know what is stored inside, so don't worry.
Additionally, this is a world filled with magic and wonders that have been left undiscovered, but it can also be extremely dangerous. Because I would feel bad if you ended up dying as soon as you arrived, I made a few adjustments that will help you in the event of a fight. For further information, say 'status' and you can examine you abilities. 
Oh, and I am the god in charge of life and death, Borrean. If you manage to find one of my temples, stop by so that we can have a chat.'

Morgone landed Zorgone on a clearing in the Valley of Ni'var, a stretch of land that connected the Realm of Tylingariea to the Forest of Fright, the border of the Dark Worlds. He petted the creature sensing its fear, even the Dragon Hydra feared the Dark Worlds,"I am not a cruel master," Morgone said as he unlocked his Dragons Hydras collar. Zorgone looked at him for several minutes unsure of what was going on. Morgone placed his right hand on the creatures' head and petted its long black hair "Asha Tak Na Loreki {I set you free my friend.}" Morgone said in Dragon speechZorgone knelt and put his head next to Morgone " Ak Vun { Thank you}" Zorgone said his voice low and gruff Morgone watched as the massive beast extended his wings and in mere seconds leaped into the sky causing a massive shock wave.Morgone fell back as the earth was torn up from the wave of energy produced by the creature taking off  Morgone stood in sunshine bright and birds sang their songs, he looked inside the forest there is an aura surrounding the forest that makes it as night piercing darkness that corrupted the woods and all around it. With its dark powers, he knew the power of Dark Kyi all too well.Morgone looked at the ring of the golden Hydra and could feel its power running through his blood. He could still hear the screams of the goblins as he slew them one by one, there blood coating the streets, screams of death echoing into the night of those warriors in his path.  Morgone could feel the ancient dark Kyi that flowed from the earth and is full of evil creatures that were exiled to live in this Forest.Outside of this forest was an old sign made of splintered wood that was falling into pieces.  he walked over to the sign that was covered with the same twisted dark green vines that covered the trees in the forest, much of the text had become slurred and unreadable due to age.  The only legible part of this ancient sign with the name of the forest, Morgone bent down and read the name of the forest"The Forest of Fright."    Morgone entered the Forest of Fright. Once Morgone entered the Forest of Fright the outside entrance sealed itself shutting out all outside light.      "Well, no turning back now," Morgone said as he pressed onto the dark forest listening to the crunch of the leaves and the snapping of the many animal bones he stepped on and broke.He heard small animals running through the brush. Morgone shivered as a cold wind brushed past him sending a chill down his spine. But Morgone was not afraid, for he had been here more than once said he knew what to expect out of all the creatures, tricks, and traps that happen in the forest.  he knew everything about the Forest of Fright. He even knew a secret that only he knew of about this forest. The secret was, that the forest changes and are the never is the same thing twice."Die!" Die!" shouted two winged harpies from a tree.Morgone picked up a rock and threw it at the harpy and shouted: "Die yourself, you winged witch!" One of the harpies fell to the ground dead the other harpy that all bloodcurdling scream Morgone looked up and saw that in the sky were thousands of harpies screaming at the top of the lungs as the storm of harpies descended on Morgone with their long sharp sword-like claws and their blade-like teeth extended.This was supposed to scare him it did not only made him happy Morgone smiled as he closed eyes his eyes and balled his hand into a fist as the swarm engulfed him.As the harpies tore at his skin, blood running down his arms and legs he could feel the intense pain as razor-sharp claws sliced into his back.He could feel all this pain and knew he was supposed to scream in agony, curse, or do something to express that he felt the pain.But he felt a smile cross his face, he did not know why but Morgone enjoyed the pain, the feeling of his blood flowing across his skin gave him power.Raising his right hand in the air Morgone extended his fingers as he did black lighting spark from there tips. " Az'rel Vara!" He cried out in seconds the ground erupted into thousands of pieces as a sea of Black Lighting engulfed the eighty-seven acres of Forest of Fright killing over one billion creatures and destroying eighty percent of the Forest of Fright.The earth ripped and tore as massive bolts of lightning ripped through every last creature in the forest Morgone could hear there screams of pain as the lighting tore their bodies to nothingness and as quickly as the lighting began in less than a minute it was done. Eighty percent of the Forest of Fright was nothing more than a barren wasteland.   Morgone looked around at what he had done "By Kara's name!" Morgone cried out horrified as he fell to the ground " did I do this?What do you mean you do not remember?"I don't remember, it just happened naturally," Morgone said to himselfAre you sure?" yes, I am sure?" Morgone said to himselfYou are getting stronger, soon we will become one."Yes, I know," Morgone said to himselfCome we have much work to do before we can become whole." your right, Lupine," Morgone repliedMorgone finally  reached a large door that is made of Darkiorement with is an unbreakable dark magical material Morgone looked at the door and saw that had many different symbols on it most that he could not read and in the ancient text on the top read " this is the Door to the Realm of Morphazar ruled by the Spider King all who enter this realm most worship him or perish." Once Morgone read this warning the doors opened to reveal a long stone path that leads to a large mountainous realm. As Morgone walked down the long stone pathway he saw a huge castle with tall dark stone towers looming over all Morphazar.Morgone was pleased as to see this Castle he said excitedly " Ah this is the castle of the Spider King. All I need is his permission to go to the Spire. Then I will be one step closer to my goal." Morgone then reached a huge stone gateway that read in large letters " THE GATEWAY OF THE SPIDER KINGDOM"  Morgone read the inscription and then entered the spider kingdom as he thought " I hope that the Spider King has not forgotten about the deal we mad

Hundreds of years ago in the world of Tylingariea the mighty king Enji the ruler of Kal'gorrack has died, but before his death he gave his kingdom to his youngest son Calingar who was told that at some point a great and powerful evil will come to the worlds ten days from when six diffrent figures will arrive to Tylingariea to destory the evil and save the Worlds.

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