This book is written strictly in binary .
The chapters get longer as the story progresses.

New chapters Mon-Fri

You can only read this book on the computer. 
Because if you are using a translator to read this book you can't copy the text from the app.

It was easy to buy a computer. Furthermore, Kimura Kazuki did not buy a used computer when he was at Akihabara. Instead, he bought a brand new laptop with amazing performance.
He disregarded Furuhashi Sakurakyu's request to take a stroll around Akihabara and also ignored her request for him to buy a desktop with top performance.
2080TI, 9900K… he did not understand any of those. Whenever she saw a new product, she would ask for it. She had never considered that he was living in such a cramped room. How would he have any extra money to buy unnecessary worldly possessions?
Furthermore, if he did buy a desktop computer, he would also need an internet cable to connect the computer to the internet. It would take a few more days to complete the process. A laptop would be less troublesome, and Wi-Fi would suffice.
Eventually, Furuhashi Sakurakyu gave up. She found out that he was an unyielding man who was also very stubborn and assertive. Besides, he was always efficient to act on something once he set his goals.
Actually, all of these characteristics were his strengths, but they also made Kimura Kazuki a boring person.
When he decided to buy a computer at Akihabara, he focused on his errand and immediately headed home after he bought a computer. She could not persuade him, but she reckoned that they should at least stroll around Akihabara. She glanced around the area, realizing that apart from advertisement billboards, there had not been many changes in Akihabara for the past ten years. It would be utterly impossible to notice any difference without looking at the details. After all, any alteration to the details could lead to changes. 
On their way home, Furuhashi Sakurakyu sulked for a brief moment. Then, she began to talk to Kimura Kazuki on random topics. She was apparently a person who could not stand boredom.
Kimura Kazuki was puzzled as this woman seemed to have gone through a tremendous change in her personality since her return from Kageyama Park. She no longer carried the elegant demeanor that she had back when she was at the Nakagawa's residence. Now, she acted similar to ordinary teenage girls, despite being in her adulthood.
However, he did not ask her about this. Nonetheless, everyone showed a different side when they were with different people. Maybe this was just her true self.
Once he was back at home, Kimura Kazuki turned on the laptop and began to surf the internet after he connected the laptop to the Wi-Fi.
The laptop's performance was rather good. In a rented room like this, this laptop would be considered as the most valuable item in the whole place. The internet speed was fast, and the hardware condition was excellent. Hence, it only took a little time for the webpages to load.
Kimura Kazuki bought the computer for two main reasons, his translation work and the spirit-resting website, which he had previously discussed with Chiba Shiori. Otherwise, he would prefer to get a used laptop from a flea market and never consider getting a new computer. 
While Kimura Kazuki was at Akihide High School yesterday, he cast the Vision Spell on Chiba Shiori. Then, Chiba Shiori mentioned about the spirit-resting website, prompting Kimura Kazuki to prepare a computer to use as a web server.
Kimura Kazuki was dedicated to set up the spirit-resting website.
This website might mark the beginning of his successful future, and Chiba Shiori was the reason why he wanted to train his subordinates. However, his plan had to be carried out carefully. If the spirit-resting website could thrive, he would probably develop a bright future. However, at this moment, his priority was to secure an online translation job.
In this era, most of the job openings were posted on the internet, and translation jobs were no exception. Of course, this situation was only applicable to written translation. Currently, Japan had plenty of translation websites. To work as a part-time translator, a person had to first register as a member. They would then be recruited as one of the team members, and their pay would be calculated by per 1000 words.
Currently, the standard pay for freelance translators would be approximately 3000 yen per 1000 words for them to translate Japanese text to English. On the other hand, they would get about 2500 yen for English to Japanese translation work. However, the prices were subjected to changes based on the translator's standards, the difficulties of the texts, and the market's demands.
For part-time translators who possessed no qualification certificate, they would be offered an even lower price.
If they intended to obtain a qualification certificate, JLPT and JTest were the two prestigious exams as they both were officially recognized. However, Kimura Kazuki was only working as a part-time translator. His chances would naturally be widened with a qualification certificate, but not having a qualification certificate would have little effect on his job. 
Among all the relevant translation websites he had searched for, he soon picked and entered one of the sites. 
This website generally worked on a project basis. First, the registered members had to print and sign on both the contract and mutual nondisclosure agreement, mailed it to the company before they could eventually accept individual projects that were posted on the website and began their translation job. Besides, the prices for each project were transparent.
While Kimura Kazuki was occupied, focusing on the computer screen, Furuhashi Sakurakyu was watching him from aside. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Are you looking for a translation job?"
"Yes."
"If that's the case…" Furuhashi Sakurakyu interrupted, "You should check out the honyaku-zumi.net."
"The honyaku-zumi.net?" Kimura Kazuki was puzzled. He had never heard of this website. Then, he quickly realized that Furuhashi Sakurakyu had been hibernating for a decade. The translation agency that was probably famous 10 years ago might have already shut down.
"Just go on honyaku-zumi.net and have a look," At that moment, Furuhashi Sakurakyu finally realized that her knowledge about the website was 10 years old. However, she remembered that the owner of Honyaku-zumi & Co. was her friend. With her friend's capability, honyaku-zumi.net Translation Agency couldn't run out of business.
This time, Kimura Kazuki did not ignore her suggestion. He searched for honyaku-zumi.net. To his surprise, the website really existed. Once he entered honyaku-zumi.net's webpage, he was welcomed by the organized layout on the front page. The sky blue interface was aesthetic and appeared soothing. The latest changes to the website were done only three days ago. It seemed like the website was still operating.
"Seemingly, the website is still running," Furuhashi Sakurakyu said proudly, "Honyaku-zumi & Co. is a small company, but their works are delicate. Hence, they are rather well-known in the industry. Of course, that was all in the past, and I'm not sure about their current reputation."
Listening to her chatter, Kimura Kazuki was browsing the website at the same time. After he completed the registration, he discovered that the site had the same essential functions as the other translation websites. It also provided jobs on a project basis. However, if he wanted to work for honyaku-zumi.net as a part-time translator, he was required to take an online recruitment test. After he submitted the test, his work would be graded.
Some of the projects listed on the website required translators with a specific grade and standard. He quickly ran through the website and noticed that the translators with higher grades were offered higher pay.
Kimura Kazuki marveled at the recruitment process of the website. Once he was registered as a member, he was required to take the recruitment test, which was actually an exam to grade the translators.
Within the stipulated time frame, he was required to complete the comprehension and listening tests. The difficulty would increase as he progressed through the tests. 
He had never encountered a recruitment test on other websites. Instead, they usually implemented the credit system. The credits of the translators would be deducted if they failed to submit their work by the due dates or presented a shoddy work. Once their credits had been completely debited, they would be blacklisted by the website. 
Comparing honyaku-zumi.net to the other translation websites, a majority of projects on usual translation websites were simple, requiring only the basic translation skills. But, the projects on honyaku-zumi.net required delicate yet excellent translation skills. Hence, Kimura Kazuki naturally preferred honyaku-zumi.net.
In his previous life, he was a man hailed from Huaxia, and his mother tongue was Chinese. After he turned into Kimura Kazuki, he became fluent in Japanese. Therefore, this website would be suitable for him.
For the coming hours, Kimura Kazuki sat still in front of his laptop, taking the recruitment test on honyaku-zumi.net. Furuhashi Sakurakyu had to borrow Kimura Kazuki's mobile phone to kill her time.
Kimura Kazuki did not reject her request. He passed her his mobile phone, in exchange for peace of mind. Nonetheless, he did not have anything private on his phone.
Later, Kimura Kazuki continued to sit facing the laptop, while Furuhashi Sakurakyu lay on the bed, playing with his phone. Neither of them was interrupting each other.
As Furuhashi Sakurakyu read about all the information in this current era from the internet, her curiosity about today's world continued to grow. However, her energy was quickly depleted as she was overwhelmed by all the new information. Soon, she began to feel sleepy.
Even though a specter did not need to sleep, but she could sleep if she wanted to. After all, sleeping would recharge her energy.
When she looked at the clock, it was already nine o'clock at night. Yet, Kimura Kazuki was still answering the recruitment test.
Furuhashi Sakurakyu rolled her eyes at him and intended to turn off the phone. However, she accidentally pressed the wrong button and entered his mailbox.
The next moment, she saw the names of Furuhashi Harunaka, Furuhashi Natsui, Furuhashi Akino, and Furuhashi Fuyuno. She quickly rose from the bed, and her sleepiness had instantly gone away.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.


The first days in his new home were long and difficult for Timothy.  No one would tell him when he could go home and eventually; he stopped asking.  The house he lived in was very odd to him.  People would come into the shop and often comment on how old things were and say things like "can you believe people once used things like this?" and "How did people survive before modern conveniences?"  To Timothy things like a record player or toaster were wondrous.  Yet the only room that held any interest for him was the library in a small area in the back of the shop.  It was a cramped space with a chipped and stained tile floor.  It did have a couple of small windows that provided some daylight, but with a dozen old bookshelves, some wood, some metal, all mismatched, the room felt dark and always required the light of the bare bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling.  A single metal chair with worn vinyl padding took up a space between two shelving units in the back of the room.  That became his spot.  Books were the only things his new world seemed to have in common with the old, even though most people that came in the shop had very little interest in them.  
For the first six months, a tutor and a therapist would come to their home and work with Timothy to help him learn the language, evaluate his education level and help him adjust to his new life.  He never resisted their efforts, but it took him weeks to want to try and learn.  That day came on a Sunday afternoon when he was able to spend time in the library by himself.  He had just finished reading a book with his translator and started looking for another one.  He would hold the pad up over the spines of the books to read the titles to make his selection.  When he came to one that didn't translate, he pulled the pad away and to his surprise the words on the book spine were in his language.  As he pulled it off the shelf, he realized that some of the words were familiar and others were not.  He opened the book and tried the read it, but only some of the words looked right, and others were spelled differently than he remembered.  Switching the translator to audio mode, he took the book and found his aunt who was making lunch in the kitchen for them.
"Aunt Vickie?  What is this book?"  He asked holding it out to her.
"Well, let's see," she said, happy he was starting to warm up to her a little more.  She took the book, sat down at the small kitchen table and put on her reading glasses.  Timothy grinned as he never saw anyone wear glasses before and he thought they were silly.  "I know they make me look like an old lady, but I have to wait until I'm done with my cancer medication before I can get my eyes adjusted again.  So, this book.  I think it came in with that estate sale I bought up last year.  It looks like it's a collection of old Celtic poems and stories."
"What's Celtic?" Timothy asked.
"Well, it's a language that was once spoken by the ancestors of the Scottish and Irish peoples.  As a matter of a fact that is where our family came from originally.  O'Hara is an Irish name.  We have several ancestors that came from Ireland and some from Scotland.   
Timothy had been told that his father came from the "old world," but he never knew that his father's family came from the same place the old world village came from that he had learned about in school.  The idea excited him as it was a connection with where he came from.  "I want to read this," he said.
Vickie smiled and retrieved the school pad they were using to teach him English.  "You can use this to look up words, even these words.  It will show you the English version, and then you can use your translator to know what it is."  She typed the first word in the book into the pad, and the English translation came up.  She then wrote the word by hand on a digital notepad and had Timothy hold his translator over it.  Vickie knew she could have shown him how to reset his translator to do everything at once, but she wanted it to become an exercise in practicing his English.  
The boy didn't question the process.  He eagerly looked up each word, wrote it out and then translated it again.  In about 20 minutes he had the first poem completed, and his lip quivered.  Vickie looked over his shoulder and read the first passage.  "Little Bird!  O little bird!  I wonder at what thou doest, Thou singing merrily far from me, I in sadness all alone.  That's pretty, but a little dark."
The boy lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, sobbing and shouting, "I want my Mother!  I want my Mother!"
Vickie put her arms around the boy and said, "I know Honey.  I wish she could be here with you, but you know she can't."  She knelt down and rubbed some of his tears off of his face.  "You know, my Dad used to tell me that people are never truly gone if we make a point to remember them.  And we remember people better when we talk about them.  Can you tell me something nice about your Mother?"
Timothy pointed to the book.
"Okay, what about the book, your Mother liked books?"
"She told me that poem," he said with his chin nearly on his chest.
"She told you this poem?"
He nodded.
Vickie remembered something about what Roy said to her about the people of New Terra.  He was recuperating aboard a hospital ship when he called her through a vid-link.  That was the last time she talked to her before he violated the quarantine and when back to the planet.  During their conversations, he tried to describe his experience to her.  He told her that the people of New Terra where descendants of Scottish people kidnapped by the Serkin for slave labor centuries ago, but she didn't think much about it at the time, as she was more concerned about his health than the details of the place he was trapped on.  Now she wished she had asked Roy more about that world before he had abandoned his life to return to it.  She sat back down at the table and turned the page of the book.  Gently she pulled Timothy onto her lap and used his computer to translate it for her.  She then read to Timothy, the translator changing her words to his language and they spent the afternoon exploring their shared history.  





Author:
Matthew O. Duncan is part of the resurgence of Old School Sci-fi.  His books are a mix of Military Sci-fi, Fantasy, Romance, and Mystery weaved together with non-stop action.  Matt started his writing career as a playwright. He won a number of awards and had his plays produced on local stages.  He put his pen down in the late ’90s but picked it up again in 2011.

O’Hara never wanted to be a hero. He was a combat pilot only because his skills made him the best and Earth needed men like him to fight the enemy amongst the stars. Living a life a service and duty, alone in a cockpit suited him well, but fate had other plans for him. Shot down over an alien planet he was saved by a beautiful and mysterious woman named Katreena. He soon learns that the world is populated by people who seemed to have been lost by time and controlled by stones that the people believe to be divine magic. Wanting only to return to his fleet, he discovers that he has more than a passing connection with the world’s people, a love that resurrects a heart long thought dead and a decisive battle to the war that followed him.

Aaradhana
         When I found the CEO was Arjun I got shocked.Santhosh gave me the CEO schedule and left the room. Now I and Arjun was alone.He came to me and said ,"I dont thing you'll last for a week.Lets start the work.Whats my  morning schedule"

     I checked the schedule.I said "Meeting at 10  with BNP baripas . Meeting at 11.30  with Project Manager for  the new project "
     
    He then checked the time and said "So you have only one hour to complete the onboarding formalities.After completing your onboarding meet me at Agility"
    
    I asked "where?"

    He said,"Contact Reception or security regarding further details.I cannot spoon feed you. Your first task is it to get to know the conference rooms name available here.

     Then I asked receptionist what is agility.She said it's the name of conference hall.I completed onboarding in 50 mins. I had  10 minutes to remember all the names of conference rooms and their location.

     I reached the meeting at 10 . Meeting was held online as the other side were in france .

Before meeting Arjun said "I want MOM (moments of meeting) after lunch.And it must be computer typed one and not the human written. If you complete this task I'll think of making you as my permanent PA"
    The meeting was begin and for first 10 mins people where speaking in English so I was able to take notes easily.
 
    Gradually the other side started speaking in different language and Arjun also started speaking different language.

    I couldn't understand a single word. In the middle of meeting he signalled me "Are you noting the points". I said "Yes"

    After  meeting Arjun said ,"Show me your notes. I want to see how well you listened to the meeting"
  I showed it,"He could barely see any notes as I only able to note the conversations which was happening in English"

   He laughed and s got angry,"Is this was you take notes of meeting?Why there are no notes of French conversation ?Do you know how important the company's investment for  our company. I thought you'll be able to work for a week ,but now I think your first day will be your last day in this office.Ok I'll give you one more chance, if you are able to finish the MOM you can continue the job or else you are no more part of company"

Arjun

      How come she join in my company.Even if she stays with me she'll not understand.Till she realize my love ,I'll never let her in my life.

I purposely shifted the French meeting which is to be held in the afternoon to morning section. For me the meeting was not that important. Its just summary talk with company CEO. We completed the deal yesterday.

     I checked my watch, "It was 1.59" and yet she was not coming.I thought,"Aaradhana you are dead"

   She came there by 2.01 . To show my authority I told her ," Aaradhana you are late by 1 minute. This should not be repeated again.Every seconds matters for people working in ' Uraa' .Did you complete your two tasks?"
    she was standing without any reply.
    I thought ,"You are dead Aaradhana"
    I scolded ,"You dare to enter my room without completing any of the tasks".

   she said,"I completed Arjun...Sorry Sir "
   I saw shocked, " Show me the MOM notes then"
  she gave me the hard copy of notes she taken. I was shocked as she didn't miss any conversation.I thought,"She doesn't know French,then how come? "
    I asked her with questioned face,"If you are able to submit notes now,why didn't I see any of these in your notes that time "
   she said,"I didn't take notes that time, because I don't know French"
   I said,"They how come your able to do now?"
   She said,"Google Translator"
   I asked "What?"
   She said ,"I recorded the meeting and pasted the audio in Google translator. So I was able to complete the task" making me shocked.  Because I didn't see any PA as smart like her.
    I said,"You may leave now"
    Before leaving she said,"I got to know a the rooms and their locations" shocking me again
    I asked how,she said "I checked the ' Where am I ' app during lunch" shocking me again.
   As my office is big, I asked my app development team to develop an app for tracking the people current location and their way to next location.
    I thought "Technology helped you today.Aaradhana .Will see what will happen in your next task?"

Both my mother and brother hate me.Perhaps they don't consider me as a part of their family because I am the daughter of my father's second wife. My life is more worser than a prisoner.Not once my stepmom or stepbrother called me "aara". They treat me like a prisoner in home but in outside home they treat me like Princess . I don't want them to treat me like a princess .My wish is only that they consider me as a part of their family. ~~Aaradhana

After Ivan descended into the fourth dimension to hunt for himself and Mazur, Valeria nervously began searching the ship for him. Naturally he couldn't communicate with her, so he had no method to explain to her he would be gone for a while.
Mazur found her as she was getting increasingly restless and running around the ship. 
"Tsu Viskers ut noskis Ivan, por?" Valeria worriedly asked in her language while backing away from him.
Mazur still hadn't finished the translator, but he understood that she was looking for Ivan. He was slightly irritated that she was calling him by the distasteful nickname 'Whiskers', that Ivan had introduced him by.
He wanted to approach her and correct his name before it became a habit, but Valera had a strange fear of him and ran away as soon as he approached. Ivan hadn't notice it, but Mazur had. Whenever he approached the two, Valeria would slightly move away from him and closer to Ivan. He presumed this to be due to the fact that his appearance was far more alien than Ivan's.
Valeria continued to evade Mazur and refused to be close to him by herself. Mazur chased her around half the ship exasperatedly, yet still failed to catch her. He could dive in the fourth dimension and sneak up on her, but she could escape as soon as she sense him.
Feeling defeat for the first time since he fell into the hopelessness of old age, Mazur gave up on the pointless endeavour and went back to building the translator. The Poseidon's computer was more than capable of constructing a translation database for such an archaic kind of language.
Ivan soon ascended from the fourth dimension and arrived with a pale face beside Mazur.
"That's a pretty deep injury," Mazur pointed out while looking at his true body. "Did you meet a dangerous creature?"
"Yeah, it looked similar to a lion, but it had six legs and four red eyes. I decided to call it a Four-Eyed Devil Lion," Ivan stated factually before continuing after a brief hesitation, "If you meet it, just lie down and accept death. It's simply too strong."
"I'm not going to die now that I have just become a higher existence of life. There is too much for me to explore and experiment with," Mazur snorted contemptuously. "By the way, that little fox has been running around like mad looking for you. All you did was feed her, making me tempted to cut open her head to see if she has an imprinting mechanism in her brain."
"You just don't understand people. Don't touch her."
"Yeah, yeah, boss."
Ivan paid no more attention to Mazur. He had brought back a dead fish from this trip and a small pile of firewood pre-soaked in the energy water. A fire was soon lit and the two of them cut the fish up to roast. 
After eating, Ivan walked through the ship and found Valeria hiding in the corner of her room. As soon as she saw him, she calmly stood up and walked to quickly to follow behind him.
Ivan could tell she hadn't eaten so he led her to the kitchen to have something to eat. She refused to go though, instead wrapping her little hands around his and trying to drag him in a different direction.
Valeria pulled and tugged at Ivan as she led him to the side of the ship where an electro-shielded glass window provided a view of the world outside. She hastily said a few indecipherable words as she pointed to various points in the forest.
Ivan wasn't sure what she meant, but upon looking closer at where she was indicating, saw various Vulpes in military outfits discreetly spying on the ship.
"I see, so they've already spotted us," Ivan said indifferently. "Valeria, you go eat something, I'm going to take a closer look."
Ivan used body language to tell the little fox girl to go eat something before contacting Mazur over the Poseidon's internal communication line.
"I've spotted the local military hiding in the forest scouting us," Ivan spoke into the console near the door.
Mazur's voice lazily responded shortly afterwards, "Oh? They certainly found us quick."
"It was probably those Vulpes who escaped the other day. I'm going to go out and have a look at what's going on."
"Try not to be seen, if they get spooked and release a nuclear weapon, our ship most likely won't survive and we'll be stranded in this solar system for the next century at least."
Ivan agreed with him before moving through the fourth dimension to directly jump out of the ship, flashing through the air and disappearing into the forest like a shadow. He strolled through the sky amongst the tops of trees as he scouted the surroundings.
The Vulpes soldiers were more numerous than Ivan had initially expected. Only twenty or so soldiers were in the immediate surroundings monitoring the ship, but there were thousands deeper in. It was a country's military by the appearance of the. They had been shipping supplies to rapidly build defensive fortifications.
Ivan was greatly surprised at how much they had done in merely days. In order to arrive here with all this equipment, it was less likely that the escaped Vulpes gave away their positions and instead the world had detected their arrival.
Further out, near the edge of the forest, a large metal fence has been put off, cordoning off the area where the Poseidon was. Heavily armored trucks and tanks continued to drive into the forest, but they ran on some type of unique engine which produced very little amounts of noise.
Back in the ship, Mazur showed an interest in what was happening outside the world. He had managed to build a semi functioning translator and was rapidly improving it with his test subject.
Over two weeks, the military presence around the Poseidon continued to increase in force, to the point where they stationed defensive lines in the immediate surroundings of the ship. Every day, a man would come forth with a megaphone and call out to the ship in the Vulpes language.
Mazur had finally finished the translator and built a second one for Ivan. It was a simple device which they only had to speak into it and it would automatically translate it the Vulpes language into the galactic language, and vice versa.
"Can you understand me?" Ivan asked Valeria with the translator.
"Yes," Valeria answered with a nod, glancing nervously toward Mazur who was standing to the side observing the test and making notes in one of his research journals.
"Good, I need to test this thing quickly. Tell me, what is your name?"
"Kivsharr."
Ivan sighed reluctantly. For some reason, the little fox girl was adamant about calling herself by this name.
"It's not translating this word, Mazur. Is it actually her name?"
Mazur flicked through his research journal to double check some entries before replying, "No, it's not her name, but closer to a title. From what I leaned from Test Subject Alpha, a Kivsharr is someone who has been convicted of severe crimes. They have their name and identity taken from them before being banished from their race."
"Kivsharr is a term that can be understood as 'no name' or 'outcast'. They do not have any human rights, and can be beaten, or even killed, without consequence. The hole in her ear had been seared with a hot iron, like some kind of punishment. It is most likely a form of brand for her status. The fact that she is still alive today, is because none of the normal civilians wanted to risk their lives if she fought back."
Ivan nodded in understanding before turning to face the little fox-girl. "Valeria, did you understand that? Is it correct?"
Valeria stared at her feet as she gave a curt nod.
"What was your crime?"
"For stealing food, along with killing a few people in self defense."
Unlike her usual steadfast appearance, she was teary-eyed and held one hand over the hole in her ear. It was as if she was reliving the experience of being branded a Kivsharr, the despair she felt upon the sentence being made, the pain of the hole in her ear being cut out and seared with a hot iron, and the torment of being treated like an animal from thereon after.
Ivan felt sympathy for the little girl and wiped the tears out of her eyes.
'What the hell!' Ivan suddenly thought in a panic. 'Since when have I ever felt sympathy for some kid. Don't tell me, this is one of those damned side effects of Mazur implanting those memories into me!'
"Stop crying and pull yourself together, you're not weak like that," Ivan forced himself to ignore the girl's plight but took a softer tone as he tried to console her without being undignified. "Your name is Valeria, my first emplyee. That is all you need to think about. Now come with me, the translator works, so let's go meet those people shouting outside every day."
"Hey, don't I count as the first employee?" Mazur shamelessly chimed in.
Ivan rolled his eyes and responded, "Unpaid labor doesn't count as employment."
****
The base hatch of the cargo hold opened and formed a ramp to the ground. Ivan walked out with a table over his shoulder and Valeria towing behind with four chairs.
Vulpes soldiers saw this movement and rapidly begun moving in defensive position behind the sand bag barricades. Higher ranked officers shouted orders but the too many people's voices overlapped so Ivan's translator wasn't able to decipher it properly. While Mazur had a brilliant mind, there was only so much he could do in two weeks.
Ivan placed down the table and chairs and sat on one end with Valaria, while leaving the other two seats open. He turned and smiled to the soldiers currently pointing their assault rifles at him as he motioned toward the empty seats.
Even though no words were spoken, everyone understood Ivan's intentions and commands began to pass through the military encampment at a rapid pace. Not long after, two individuals strolled out of the encirclement and heading toward the makeshift meeting point.
One of the Vulpes was a tall military man covered in bulging muscles and carrying a domineering atmosphere with him. The second was someone of average size, dressed in a blue formal attire somewhat like a suit, but with overlapping folds of cloth which caused his collar and cuffs to flare out.
As the two Vulpes took a seat, Ivan placed the translator on the middle of the table and began by saying, "You may call me Ivan, and this is Valeria."
The device in the middle of the table quickly relayed the words into the Vulpes language. The military officer had extremely strict discipline, and ignored the presence of Valeria as he stared intently at Ivan.
The diplomat, or perhaps a kind of feudalistic noble under Ivan's speculation, didn't have that same discipline and couldn't help cover his mouth in distaste as he glance toward her.
Valeria lowered her head in shame, feeling out of place, but Ivan lifted her chin without even looking and commented, "Chin up. You represent me, so don't ever lower your head to someone else."
"What is your purpose in coming to this planet?" The military officer said unwaveringly.
Before Ivan could even think of a response, the diplomat raised his hand and waved it at the military officer. "Now, now, don't be so abrupt with our guest. This is our first meeting with life from other planets, and he appears human too. The first thing is learning about each other, such as culture.
"What part of that appears human? Just look at his eyes!" The military officer glared at the diplomat with anger clearly present. "I represent the safety of our citizens and ensuring the elimination of any hostile threats!"
"Ehem!" Ivan cleared his throat with a smile, his deep blue '+' shaped pupils drawing in the Vulpes attention. "I can answer one at a time. It's much simpler than you think, I was merely searching for someone to put my feet down. I am currently in the process of starting a unique company unlike no other, but to do so, I happen to need both a base of operations, and a plethora of skilled employees."

(Going to be slow releases the week of 2/24 - 3/1. Slightly unwell and working all day Mon-Fri, so only expecting one chapter / 2 days)

Ivan Storme was once a billionaire, a man who ruled with money. His company operated in all sectors across Earth and was publicly renowned. However, Ivan had built most of his power with shady and illegal means, often conducting inhumane actions for the sake of profit. When this information was discovered and released to the public, he was forced to flee or face a life sentence behind bars.

With all of his past accomplishments and fortune crumbling before him and with no path of survival in front of him, Ivan took desperate measures to escape pursuit. He contacted an illegal human experimentation facility and paid all the money he had on hand to be cryogenically frozen in stasis for 200 years when the technology to revive someone from such a state existed.

When he woke up from stasis and was expecting a new life in a highly developed world filled with flying cars and holographic projections, instead he woke up to an unfamiliar environment in a completely different galaxy..

Ivan was sure of only one thing. The time he slept for was definitely not 200 years.

From the author: This has been on my mind for a long time so I have decided to put pen to paper, metaphorically. I'm currently doing an average 7ch/week + extras as I like, I will update this of any changes.
P.S. I don't proofread or edit. Doing so annoys me far more than you would be reading it. It's pretty clean already so for any typos, treat them as me testing your adaptability. ^.^ 
Comment any major errors and thou shalt be fixed

Feng Yu skillfully drafted two contracts. Both in Chinese and Russian. There is no computer to print the contract. This made him not used to it. Both parties to sign the contract happily. Feng Yu only provided a black bear worth about 10,000 RMB and through negotiations, exchange it for 20,000 rubles and 7,000 RMB. Even the skinning and treating of the hide is done by the international hotel.

Yu Chunyuan wanted to exchange the rubles with Feng Yu directly but was Feng Yu refused. In the late 1980s, China's foreign currency exchange rates might not be the official rate. He clearly remembers that his future brother-in-law has ways to change foreign currencies to RMB.

After Feng Yu left, Kirilenko's translator arrived. The translator learned that Kirilenko had bought a black bear's hide with 20,000 rubles and told him that he was cheated. The translator said that if Kirilenko wants, he is able to acquire a black bear hide with 5,000 RMB!

Kirilenko was furious. He is cheated by that Chinese kid. But he got over it quickly because the hide is obviously new will be convenient for him to boast. If he were to buy a bear hide which is a few years old, he can always get it back in Russia. Nonetheless, if he meets the boy again, he will teach him a lesson!

"Are you going to meet your classmates? Is your classmate male or female?" Feng Xingtai looked at his daughter and asked suspiciously.

"Dad, which girl will come and meet sister at this time of the year? I'm guessing that it's my sister's boyfriend. Just nice you are around. You can judge the boy's character and see through his lies with your years of experience." Feng Yu said, making his father very proud.

"Well, you're right. It is normal for your sister to find a boyfriend at her age. But his character must be good! Xiaoyu, can't tell that you actually studied hard in school.you are able to converse well with Russians and even drafts a contract in Russian. That look on Manager Yu's speechless face is priceless!"

"Of course! I am your son!" Feng Yu replied, making Feng Xingtai happier.

Earlier, his son had negotiated with the two Russians and the manager of the International hotel on the price of the bear, resulting in the bear being sold at a higher than expected price. More importantly, it was the way those people at International Hotel looked at them. The Feng family finally have someone outstanding!

Feng Xingtai tugged on the rope to start the tractor and the engine roared. Feng Yu silently shook his head, the tractor is still using the old rope pull to start the engine. One could dislocate the shoulders while pulling the rope.

Now with this money, he can guarantee that even if the family does not do farming, they will still become the richest family in the village next year!

Feng Xingtai drove his tractor with Feng Danying's directions for half an hour and he saw a lad standing by the roadside, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. In his hand, he is also carrying a military coat.


"Dad, stop the car, Li Shiqiang is there." Feng Danying tapped on her father's arm. Yesterday after Feng Yu made his phone call to the hotel, Danying also gave Li Shiqiang a phone call. Missing Li Shiqiang, Danying followed along to Bing city to see him.

"Danying, it's cold, put this coat on." "Seeing Feng Danying come out from the tractor, Li Shiqiang hurriedly ran over and used the army coat to cover Feng Danying."

"Cough!" Feng Xingtai cleared his throat loudly. He is happy that this boy knows brought his daughter a coat. But he was very unhappy to see him putting the coat on his daughter in front of him.

"Hi Uncle, my name is Li Shiqiang. I am a from Bing city. I returned here to work after demobilizing from the military last year. I work at the Post office nearby. You must be Xiao Yu. Your sister often tells me about you."

"Hi, Brother Li."

Feng Yu smiled, at the same time secretly shook his head. His father must be furious when he hears Li Shiqiang's sentence. By saying he heard a lot about Feng Yu from his sister, implies that they have been together for a long time. If Feng Xingtai did not come to Bing city to sell the bear, he could still be unaware of this relationship.

Sure enough, Feng Xingtai's face became a lot more serious. He scans Li Shiqiang from top to toe. Li Shiqiang is not tall. Only around 1.75 meters, but he looks very spirited. Working in a post office, a government servant. Not bad. But seeing his daughter behind his back left him very dissatisfied.

"Uncle, it's nearing noon. Come over to my place for lunch."

Feng Xingtai hesitated, to eat at his house. This means both parents meeting.

Feng Yu Seeing his father's hesitation and egged:"Dad, let's go. I happened to have some things I need to ask Brother Li."

Feng Yu thought of the big event happening this year which could double his money several times.

But for this to happen, he needs a very trustworthy person and there is someone that fits the bill here.

"Ok. But there is no need for lunch. We will just drink something and be on our way."

Seeing Li Shiqiang's parents waiting downstairs, Feng Xingtai felt flattered. He felt that this Lee family is not bad.

"Mr. Feng, let's go upstairs. This must be Danying and Xiaoyu. You both have inherited Mr. Feng's good looks." Lee's father said, praising the three of them in one sentence.

Feng Xingtai did not feel anything when Manager Yu of International Hotel address him as Mr. Feng. But now, Lee's father address him as Mr. Feng, he felt very respected and a smile appeared on his face.

On the stairs, Feng Xingtai still felt a bit uncomfortable. There are not a lot of buildings on their farm and village. Fortunately, there is a small shop downstairs and Feng Xingtai brought some canned food and malt drinks as gifts. It is not nice to visit someone's home empty-handed.

Once in the house, Feng Yu looked around. The house is not big. The usable area is more than 50 ping. It is even smaller than their farmhouse. At least their house at the farm still has a front yard and small garden.

Feng Xingtai chatted with Lee Fu happily. Mrs. Lee brews some tea, and serve them some melon seeds and sweets before going back into the kitchen to start cooking. Her son had brought his girlfriend and also his girlfriend's parent home for the first time. No matter what, she has to prepare lunch for the guests. Furthermore, it is the new year now.

The two fathers were happily chatting. Feng Yu pulled Li Shiqiang to one side.

"Brother Lee, you work at the post office?"

"Yes, did your sister tell you. You want to buy monkey stamps? I tell you, now the monkey stamps are worth almost 50 RMB per piece. It's not worth it. If you want other types of stamps, I am able to help you."

Lots of people had approached Li Shiqiang to help buy Monkey Stamps. But there is nothing he can do as the stamps are no longer in circulation.

"No, I want to ask about Treasury bonds. Are you able to help me buy Treasury bonds?"

Feng Yu just remembered Monkey stamps. Unfortunately, it is already too late. The golden age for stamp investment had passed. Even he invests now, the returns are not big.

In his last life, there is someone who made his first bucket of gold from Treasury bonds. He became a millionaire in one year, using only 20,000 RMB as his initial investment.

"Treasury bonds? What do you want that for? The repayment time is long and cannot be exchanged for money. I worked in the Post office and was forced to buy dozens of dollar worth of treasury bonds. If you like, I can give you a 10-dollar Treasury bond as New Year money!"

For someone earning only 80 RMB a month, 10 dollars is a lot. But for his girlfriend, Li Shiqiang must be "willing" to give Feng Yu 10 RMB.

Feng Yu looked at Li Shiqiang's uneasy smile.

"Brother Li, I don't want your treasury bonds. I just want to buy some treasury bills, can you help? I want to buy the Treasury bills from your colleagues and friends. I can buy whatever you can find."

Li Shiqiang felt surprised. Is Danying's brother stupid? I already told him that Treasury bills are worthless yet he still wants to buy!

Translator notes: Treasury Bond is a debt security issued by a government to support government spending.

"Chinese government bonds were first issued in 1950 by the Ministry of Finance. The issuance was terminated in 1958, but resumed in 1981, primarily to address a shortfall in funding for national construction projects. The market remained quite small for many years but has rapidly grown into one of the world's largest government bond markets in recent years." (Bai, Fleming and Horan, 2013)

Bai, J., Fleming, M. and Horan, C. (2013). The Microstructure of China's Government Bond Market. SSRN Electronic Journal.

A failed investor from 2017 got drunk and woke up in the 1980s. China is just opening up, and the economy is blooming. There is also the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the bursting of the Dot-com bubble and other financial crisis. He used his knowledge of the future and slowly build up his empire. 

This is not my story. I enjoyed it on another site so i decided to share it here. If owner of this story has problems with it please contact me i will delete it

"A spiritual artifact master craftsman from Huaxia came to Sakura Island for various reasons of his own, and while he was living here, he became friends with a teenager from Sakura Island, that is to say, Mr. Uehara in his younger days.
"And then, for various reasons, or maybe because he was simply bored, this master craftsman tried crafting some spiritual artifacts in the Sakura Island style and gave them to Mr. Uehara as a commemoration of their friendship... something like that.
"Mr. Uehara wasn't a Spiritual Ability user. He was just a normal person who coincidentally made friends with a powerful Spiritual Ability user from another country. It was a pure coincidence that he obtained those spiritual artifacts."
A pure coincidence, without any special family background, no illustrious bloodline, no seals on any secret monsters… this was the simplest possible hypothetical scenario.
"And if their relationship wasn't so simple, and there was a hidden secret…" Seiji paused for a moment. "Then, there's probably no way of finding the truth except finding and asking Mr. Zhao about it."
A moment of silence fell between them.
"I agree with Seiji," Natsuya said as she looked towards Mika. "Uehara-san, I think you have two choices here. One is to accept what Seiji said just now—treat these spiritual artifacts as things that your father obtained from a good friend of his in the past because of their friendship and tell your mother about it so that she can decide what to do with these things, which would end this matter here. Second is to try contacting Mr. Zhao from Huaxia and talk to him about it… this might be wasting your time, but it also might dig up some buried secrets."
Mika remained silent as she stared at the investigative report in her hands.
"I… want to make a phone call," she said softly. "I've already decided to face the truth directly—whatever the truth is… Whether it's a pure coincidence or whatever else. Without calling, and just ending things like this... I don't think that's an ending. It's more like running away from the truth. And if the truth is just as Seiji said, a pure coincidence, I'd like to thank Mr. Zhao. I should thank him for becoming my father's friend and giving my father such precious gifts."
The twintailed girl began to smile.
Huaxia, the city of Tiandu.
An elderly man sitting in a wheelchair was currently looking at the night scenery outside the French windows of his luxurious home.
The elderly were prone to nostalgic moments.
What they experienced, what they did, what they were happy with, what they were sad about, what they felt helpless about, what they regretted…
This night, this elderly man was recalling the time he had spent on Sakura Island.
That had been a vacation for him, as well as his way of avoiding society.
But no matter if it was a vacation or to avoid society, there were better places than Sakura Island. In the end, the real reason that he chose that place was…
The elderly man felt complex emotions within himself as he recalled a certain teenager's appearance in his mind.
No matter how much he thought about it, he still came to the conclusion that he hadn't made a mistake.
However, even if he did what he viewed to be correct and never regretted it, in the end… he still personally abandoned his own child.
However, that child knew nothing about it.
When he abandoned him, that child was still a baby.
When he saw that child again, that child had grown up into a teenager… a rather clumsy but kind and open boy.
Although that teenager was a bit confused to meet a strange old man from a different country, he didn't treat the old man by keeping him at a distance. Instead, he sincerely interacted with him.
In the teenager's eyes, their friendship was him coincidentally becoming friends irrespective of age with a strange old lonely man. However, the elderly man in question saw it in a different way.
He kept impulsively wanting to tell the teenager the truth, but never said anything in the end.
That was an incredibly calm period of life for him… calm to the point where there was nothing memorable about it. But for some unknown reason, that child's appearance, voice, and smile, despite the passing of time, was far clearer than many other memories of his life for him.
"Master, there's another call from Sakura Island for you. The caller claims to be named Mika Uehara, saying that she's Akiya Uehara's daughter," his maid spoke up behind him.
'Mika Uehara…'
The elderly man blinked as he recalled one of his memories.
"Uncle Zhao, my child was born! She's a cute girl. My wife and I are going to name her Mika, Mika Uehara.
"One day, I'm going to take her and my wife to take a tour of Huaxia. I'd like to visit you at that time… if you don't mind my family coming over to visit, that is.
"Please take good care of your body, Uncle Zhao. I hope to meet you again at that time."
'…That idiot youngster who said those things but didn't take good care of himself, leaving behind his wife and daughter and going first before even an old man like me, honestly…'
The elderly man sighed.
He manipulated the buttons on his wheelchair to turn himself around, facing his maid.
"I'll go ahead and take the call."
This was Mika's first time ever to make an international phone call.
When someone picked up and replied in the Huaxia language, Mika strongly realized that she was attempting to communicate with a stranger from a foreign country.
After she decided to make this call, Natsuya told her that she knew how to somewhat speak the Huaxia language and could help out. Right now was also a good time to make the call as the time zone difference wasn't significant.
Mika hadn't actually thought about making the phone call immediately, but with what she just said, she couldn't back down, so she could only work up her courage.
They called the phone number written in the investigative report.
When the call connected, just as the report said, a young-sounding woman answered the call.
Natsuya communicated to this woman in the Huaxia language, and requested to speak to Zhao Guanlou, using Mika Uehara's name.
After the woman heard this, she replied using the Huaxia language as well.
"She asked us to wait for a moment," Natsuya told them.
A few moments later.
"I am Zhao Guanlou." An elderly sounding voice spoke on the phone, speaking in Sakura Island's language.
It would seem that no translator was necessary anymore.
Natsuya looked in Mika's direction as the phone was on speakerphone so that everyone could hear the conversation.
"G… good evening, Zhao-san. I'm Mika Uehara," Mika hurriedly responded. "My apologies to suddenly call you like this."
"Akiya's daughter… What business do you have with me?"
"I… I would like to ask Zhao-san about some collection items that my father left behind… some spiritual artifacts. Were they from Zhao-san?"
Zhao Guanlou fell silent for a moment.
"How did you know that they were spiritual artifacts?" He countered with his own question.
"Er… I… coincidentally used a board game from the collection… me and my friends were playing that board game, and saw some fantastical illusions…"
"Are you a Spiritual Ability user?"
"I… yes, I'm a Spirit Controller," Mika answered.
Zhao Guanlou fell silent for the second time before speaking again.
"It's not convenient to talk over the phone, so let's talk over the internet instead… Do you have a computer you can use?"
Natsuya indicated to Mika that she could borrow a computer here, so Mika immediately answered with a "yes."
"Give me your email address," the elderly man asked.
Mika give him her email address.
"I'm going to email you a program in a bit, download that software to your computer, then install and run it."
"Okay…" Mika agreed.
They ended their conversation there.
Natsuya left them for a minute and returned with a laptop computer. She loaned it to Mika.
Mika logged on to her own email.
A few minutes later, a new email indeed arrived with a program attached.
As the elderly man instructed, Mika downloaded, installed, and ran the software.
The computer monitor instantly turned pitch-black.


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

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