It's an assassin's job to kill and many in the field have a policy; all witnesses must be terminated. Purga, whose real name only the dead are aware of, follows said policy religiously. That's until she is caught during work by a young man who is happy to know he'll be put to death and actively encourages it. To him, being a witness was a blessing, to Purga it was a curse.

After the number theory lecture, Lu Zhou went to his complex functions lecture. After all, he was still enrolled in this class, plus his roommates were there.
During the lecture, when the teacher saw him sitting there, he asked him to teach instead.
Lu Zhou started talking about the complex plane and the Riemann sphere. Even though he was not very skilled at public speaking, it gradually became smoother.
However, he obviously ignored the abilities of the listeners.
While he was lecturing on stage, the students who were listening were all muddled.
Only a few people could keep up with his stage. For example, Luo Rundong. Others, like Liu Rui, could barely keep up.
"… the transformation function between ζ-coordinates and ξ-coordinates can be obtained by compounding one of the maps with the inverse of the other and can be obtained by a transformation. The unit sphere and the Riemann sphere are different from the same embryo."
Lu Zhou was constantly writing on the blackboard.
Now, even fewer people could keep up with his pace.
Most people started to feel lost.
For example, even Luo Rundong was staring at the blackboard with a confused expression.
Liu Rui stopped writing, and he whispered instead.
"F*ck me, what is this sh*t?"
Huang Guangming looked at the blackboard as well.
He was not confused because he was not listening at all.
"Guangming, do you understand this?"
Huang Guangming shook his head and said, "Nope, Lu Zhou doesn't understand how dumb we are."
Liu Rui paused for a second.
He did not know what to say.
When Lu Zhou finished writing on the blackboard, he stood aside to let the students copy the notes.
The students in the first row took out their phones and started taking photos, but the other students did not bother to do anything.
The old professor, who stood aside, smiled and placed his vacuum flask down. He walked next to Lu Zhou and spoke.
"Remember, this is in the exam."
The students moaned.
They looked at the blackboard and felt hopeless.
They did not know what to do.
Liu Rui was going crazy and Huang Guangming said to him, "It's fine, Lu Zhou is coming back to our dorm anyway, so he can just teach us then."
Liu Rui ignored him.
He was not crazy because of how hard the content was.
It was because…
He found out the gap between him and Lu Zhou.
…
Lu Zhou could not attend any lectures, at least not mathematics ones.
After the complex functions lecture, Lu Zhou did not go to class again.
There was nothing that undergraduate classes could teach him. As usual, he went to the library instead.
His experience in the library gradually got better.
He refused a few thesis invitations, and fewer people bothered him.
After all, they had their own matters to attend to.
They could not stalk Lu Zhou all day.
This could also be due to the fact that Lu Zhou chose a low-key spot to sit at.
He devoted himself to his thesis.
Writing a thesis was actually a learning process for Lu Zhou.
In order to introduce Hilbert space into quantum mechanics and use mathematical problems to study the motion law of microscopic particles, he also studied a lot of theses and also attended several advanced graduate lectures in quantum mechanics.
University of Jin Ling's theoretical physics department was highly rated, and the lectures were inspiring to Lu Zhou.
Of course, even though quantum mechanics was fascinating, mathematics was still his cup of tea.
Therefore, he used a more mathematical approach to his thesis.
He only slightly touched on the topic of quantum mechanics.
[A viscous approximation method for equilibrium problems and finite non-extension maps in Hilbert space.]
[Abstract: A new iterative format is introduced in the real Hilbert space, which uses the method of viscous approximation to approximate the common elements of the solution set. The equilibrium problem and the fixed point set of the finite non-extension map forms a strong convergence theorem.]
The abstract was the final stage of the thesis.
"Finally finished!"
Lu Zhou looked at the completed thesis and sighed in relief. He then entered the system space to check his mission progress.
Reward mission: Documents read (13/50).
From the mission completion details, it was clear how much effort he had put in.
Fortunately, he did not have to worry about the thesis.
He only had to hand in the thesis to Professor Tang.
After that, he could start making his PowerPoint presentation for the oral defense.
As for the submission, he planned to submit it to the [Advanced Theoretical and Mathematical Physics] journal.
This journal focused on physics and mathematics. It had an impact factor of 2.3, which was not high. However, he chose it because this journal was a core journal and was quite famous.
After completing the graduation thesis, Lu Zhou went to Professor Tang's office. As a second year, he handed over his final undergraduate assignment.
Inside the office…
Professor Tang skimmed through Lu Zhou's thesis and said, "Your thesis puts forward many good points. There are many overlaps between the research on the real Hilbert space and my own research field, but I won't ask you technical questions. Just do well in the oral defense."
Lu Zhou nodded humbly and said, "Thanks, professor."
Professor Tang smiled and said, "Oh, you're afraid of my questions? Remember to work hard on your PowerPoint presentation. There's quite a lot of judges that want to ask you questions."
Lu Zhou coughed and said, "Professor, please have mercy."
"I will, I will," said Professor Tang as he waved his hand and smiled. He continued, "Dean Qin and I will give mercy, but the other two professors might not."
Lu Zhou carefully asked, "Can I ask who are they?"
Professor Tang said, "Sure, one is academician Lu Shenjian from our school. The other is Xiang Huanan, from the Chinese Academy of Sciences." 
The fuck?
Even though Lu Zhou had not heard much about Xiang Huanan, he knew that he was a deputy director of the Mathematical Society. In short, the guy was famous in the field of algebraic group and functional analysis.
As for academician Lu Shenjian…
He was a member of international cooperation groups such as BESIII and LHCb. In 2013, he discovered the four-quark state Zc (3900) in the Shanghai Electron Collider Test. This discovery was named the world's top ten physics discovery of the year.
Although it was a great honor for these two big names to take time and critique an undergraduate student's thesis, Lu Zhou only felt one thing.
I only want to get my undergraduate certificate, but not like this…
Lu Zhou felt nervous.


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Winter vacation was drawing near. My train tickets should be booked in advance, as well as Cong Nianwei's.

I also have to get some local specialities for my family. I’ve been away from home for more than half a year. I can’t return with bare hands. 

Plus, the dinner before winter vacation would also cost him money. After calculating, Qin Guan realized that the large amount of money he had earned would all be spent soon. He held his thin wallet between his fingers. I’ve got a long way to go yet. 

Several days later, the exam results were announced. As expected, all his roommates had passed the college exams as well as the College English Test Band 4 [1] with an 100% grade.

The moment they heard, they went around other dormitories one by one, showing off like little cockerels.

They got beaten so hard that they returned to their own dormitory with bloody noses and swollen faces.

The college scholarships were announced just before winter vacation. Four of them got a full scholarship while the other two got a partial scholarship.

Those two were quite depressed. One of them had been busy working for the student union while the other had worked on a dancing party. Everybody else had been busy with ordinary activities. How could those two have gotten a full scholarship?

Qin Guan was also depressed. Both his and Wang Lei’s scores qualified for the national scholarship. Only of them would get it while the other would get the partial national scholarship.

Soon the national scholarship list was announced, confirming Qin Guan's worries. Both Wang Lei and Liu Xiaoyang, his two nemeses, got the full national scholarship for each department.

Qin Guan read through the whole list pathetically.
Not bad. He’d gotten a partial scholarship. There was a 3000-yuan difference between the two scholarships. 

It was a wide gap between the 8000-yuan full scholarship and the 5000-yuan partial scholarship.

Qin Guan was working on the steward software on computer. The 5000-yuan partial national scholarship plus the 1800-yuan college scholarship equalled 6800 yuan.

It’s a large amount. I could indulge and buy something with the money I earned. They were all excited and decided to enjoy a big dinner out. Where would they go? To The Leopard, of course.

The Leopard’s Buffer was quite expensive for undergraduates in early 1999. Its 168-yuan per person price scared most people away. 

The six foodies took the bus to the Wangfujing Leopard, which was located at 55 Dong’anmen Street, Dongcheng District. 

A seafood buffet was a novelty for people in the capital at the time. 

Entering the restaurant, they were surrounded by the smell of dazzling dishes.

There was Japanese sashimi, seafood, Hong Kong roast pork, Guangdong Province cured meat, Chinese hot dishes, French desserts and Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

Getting their money’s worth was a piece of cake. 

They had such a good dinner that the luxurious dining room looked empty and simple to them.

They had seafood the same way they’d eat chicken wings at Origus [2].

The amount of food each of them consumed was beyond the average person’s imagination. 
Of course, they didn't forget to shake their bodies as they supported themselves on the wall, making sure there was no spare space in their stomachs before they called it a night.

They had enjoyed an excellent dinner, but there was hell to pay the next morning. They had to wait in line outside the toilet the whole day. They all had diarrhoea.

It was so stupid. Who the hell would have combined raw and cold seafood, vegetables, fruit, greasy barbecue, and countless other kinds of staple food and desserts? 

They had even had a bucket of ice cream. How could they not get diarrhoea?

After some deep introspection following the dinner, they reached the conclusion that they had built a good foundation for the belly-worshipping trend of the future.

Let's end that story here though, because Qin Guan had another date.

He went on a date with Cong Nianwei.

Her exams had finished early, so they’d arranged to return home together for winter vacation.

They both had to buy some gifts for home, so Qin Guan arranged a shopping date. He decided to impress Cong Nianwei with his profound shopping expertise.

That was the only thing he could do since he had been beaten in the exams and hadn't qualified for a full national scholarship.

Qin Guan had already bought the return train tickets and was going to bring her her student identity card and ticket.

He’d gotten Cong Nianwei’s student identity card under the pretense of booking the tickets, and had placed it carefully under his pillow. He slept on it in the hopes of seeing his dream girl in his dreams every night. 

His abnormal action had attracted the attention of his roommates, who had discovered his secret and had all looked at the card. 

Seeing Cong Nianwei’s photo, they sighed and patted Qin Guan on the shoulder with sympathy.  Dude, it makes sense for you to have her. You have such a handsome face, and she’s not just a straight-A student, but a beauty to boot. 

You have a long way to go, Qin Guan.

Qin Guan paid no attention his roommates. They were just jealous.

The train was leaving the day next, so they had to go shopping that day. The task was hard and they had to finish it quickly.

They met at the Modern Plaza and decided that Niu Street would be their first stop. 

Niu Street was the largest Muslim gathering place in the capital. The famous Niu Street mosque, which dated back to the Song Dynasty, was located there and was also the origin of the street’s name. 

When they got off the bus, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were shocked by the sight. Muslim buildings of different sizes, featuring the foreign architectural style, could be seen everywhere. With their steeple tops, green foundation and yellow walls, those buildings were quite different from buildings in other streets. 

You could distinguish clearly the native people from the business men of Niu Street. Niu Street men wore white skullcaps on their heads, while the women wore saris to cover their hair.

The shops on Niu Street were unique. There were century old renowned shops, but the majority of the shops on the street were selling take-away desserts and special snacks. 

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were not in a hurry. They strolled along the street and observed  the shops one by one. If they saw something interesting, they would just buy it. 

New Year Bai Cake couldn’t be reserved for long. Customers had to eat it as soon as possible after buying it.

It would take them more than ten hours to return home by train. The cake would surely go bad by then. Qin Guan asked for two small pieces. The salespersons scooped up two pieces of cake, wrapped them in oil paper and passed them over to them.

They lifted up one corner of the paper and took a bite. It was soft millet cake, with sweet and soft bean paste in the middle and haw stripes on top. New Year Bai Cake was soft, sour and sweet at the same time. 

They put the sticky cake into their mouths and swallowed cosily. It was like a feast. 

They noticed a long queue emerge from a small alley by the street, and Qin Guan craned his neck to have a look. Someone was selling cooked Nian meat. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

I could have bought some as a gift if this was after 2000.  There was no vacuum packing yet in early 1999 though. The meat would go bad easily. 

Donglaishun hot pot, Laobaodu sheep or pork, Douzhi Bao ground bean drink, Snack of Hong. All these didn't match Qin Guan's idea of a gift. Qin Guan pulled Cong Nianwei and they walked down the street before finally reaching their destination, the Dashunzhai Super Market. 

The Dashunzhai Super Market was a renowned Niu Street Muslim Market. With a history of more than 300 years, the market engaged in the sale of Muslim pastries and cakes, including its most famous product, the sweetened baked wheaten cake.

“I’ve heard from my roommates that when Muslims went on a pilgrimage journey to Jerusalem in the early times, they would take with them wheaten cakes from the Dashunzhai in Tong Town.”

They just bought a cake each and ate them on the spot. They had to get other things from the supermarket. 

They wanted to buy Niu Street fried mixed powder, Muslim preserved fruit and eight kinds of Beijing pastries. They were all in simple packages with expiration dates and capital features. 

They bought a few of each kind and shared them. When they went out of the supermarket, Qin Guan was holding two large bags of local specialities.

It was middle of the day, and they couldn't miss the Niu Street Hong Snack Restaurant. They served all kinds of Muslim snacks there, both sweet and sour.

After getting seated and putting down their bags, Qin Guan automatically switched to ordering mode. He ordered a long list of things, including vegetarian balls, chopped entrails soup, steamed dumplings with minced beef and gravy, fermented Mung Bean Juice and much more. After ordering all those dishes, Qin Guan realized that Cong Nianwei was sitting right across from him.

He added at once, “How do you like this, Cong Nianwei? Do you want anything else?” Dude, it’s a little late for that now. 

Cong Nianwei found everything on Qin Guan interesting. Why was the guy like that when it came to food? She waved Qin Guan’s question off, “I don't mind. You pick.”

Qin Guan was quite pleased. What did I do with to deserve such an easy-going girl?

They decided on the order and Qin Guan went to the counter to give their long list of dishes. There were two natives there, who seemed quite garrulous at the first sight. They made fun of Qin Guan, “Hey dude, did you get confused there? You made such a big order.”

Qin Guan smiled shyly. It was indeed a little much.

He held a long machine-printed receipt in hand and, pointing to Cong Nianwei, he answered, “My partner in confusion is over there. I should feed her first, shouldn’t I?”

They all burst into laughter. He took all the dishes one by one from different windows and returned to his seat, sweat dripping down his face. It was physical work to run along the line of different windows so many times.

The cooked stripes were crisp and the chopped entrails were delicious.

They ate everything, leaving only a mess of empty plates on the table. They both had a full stomach.

Qin Guan picked up the shopping bags for Cong Nianwei and gestured for her to go ahead. The two of them headed to their next destination.

Zhang Yiyuan was a tea shop with a history of about a century. Its most famous kind of tea was jasmine tea, which was what Qin Guan wanted.

Zhang Yiyuan’s flagship store was located at Dashila in Qianmen. They bought quite a lot of tea and twenty mini cans for tea reserved by the shop assistant. Qin Guan shared half of the cans with Cong Nianwei.

Cong Nianwei held one of them while she observed it. It was very pretty. A traditional scene of the old capital was printed on the can in elegant ink wash style. It was the perfect Spring Festival gift.

At the time, 100-yuan jasmine tea was quite good quality. It was a fragrant tea that could endure brewing while its green leaves created a beautiful contrast against its tiny white flowers. It was a first-rate gift at a reasonable price.

Walking out of the tea shop, they each bought two pairs of handmade cloth shoes for their parents from Neiliansheng, a famous traditional shoe shop in Beijing. 

As two tycoons on scholarships, they were sure to spend money on luxury goods. 

They went around the old famous shops in Dashila, including Qianxiangyi, Ruifuxiang and Tongrentang. Soon, Qin Guan had two more bags in his hands.

By that time, he was tired and breathing hard while Cong Nianwei still looked quite energetic. 

It was late, and they were nearly done with their shopping. Qin Guan made a careful suggestion to Cong Nianwei, “We’ve been walking around the whole day. Shall I take you back to campus? We have to pack before we go home.” Cong Nianwei turned her head and glanced at him in a flirting manner. Qin Guan’s knees turned to jelly at her expression. Tired as he was, he couldn’t help but look back at Cong Nianwei helplessly. 

Cong Nianwei smiled at his silly expression, ran several steps towards Qin Guan and took hold of the bags in his hands. 

Qin Guan felt her fingers sweep over his palm. Her touch felt like an electric shock over his whole body, making him limp and numb.


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College English Test Band 4 is a national English test organized by the Ministry of Education. The participants are mainly undergraduate and postgraduate students who are still in college. It is quite an important test for all Chinese college students. (by translator)
Origus is a famous brand of cafeteria in China with common food at reasonable prices. 
(by translator)




Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

The following morning on the bus, Emily and Fern are talking about their plans for the club. Worrying about how she knows almost nothing about planning and conducting a research project, Fern asks Emily, "Are you sure we aren't in over our head." 

Never one to look before diving, Emily internalizes none of Fern's worries and says, "We'll figure it out. Don't profs take volunteer research assistants and stuff? Maybe you could get one of them to supervise?" 

Thinking about when she stood up late researching all the school's biology labs and their students, Fern looks at her boots and says, "everyone associated with a lab is at least in their second year of school. Why would a prof want to supervise a first-year like me?" 

"Well, you might as well try. Ask Prof. Jameson! You've already met each other, and he was nice, right?" 

Shifting her eyes and looking at the slushy snow outside, Fern starts to say, "but..." 

Like a mother who is fed up with her child that refuses to go to the dentist, Emily says, "nope! You're going to talk to him today." 

With puffed up cheeks, Fern squints at the snow like she is trying to make it melt faster and says, "' kai." 

--- 

Unlike most days with morning lectures, Fern is fully awake and energetic. Unfortunately, all of that energy is being channelled towards her nervousness. As discretely as she can, Fern been online, memorizing his lab's website and all of the papers that he has published. 

Once the lecture is over, and the students are slowly funnelling out of the auditorium, Emily cheerfully turns to Fern and says, "You're still going to Jameson's office now, right?". In contrast, her eyes threateningly say, "You better say yes." 

Flushed in the cheeks from her heart pounding with nervousness, Fern gives the best smile that she can and says, "of course!" 

Proud but worried about her nervous wreck of a friend, Emily hypes Fern up as they walk towards the staircase. Finally, they separate, and Fern embarks up to the fourth floor of the building. As she climbs the stairs, Fern curses herself for not exercising more. Finally, at the top, Fern is huffing, a little sweaty, but she made it! At least Fern can say that she's flushed because of the stairs, not because she's nervous. 

Knocking on Jameson's office door and popping her head through the crack, Fern says, "Hello!" 

From behind the door, the dapper as always, Jameson says, "Come in." 

After Fern comes in and the two go through the basic greetings, Fern reminds the professor about her research proposal and how she's thinking about turning it into a legit research project. Jameson praises Fern for her ambition and says, "Sounds interesting- can I assume that you want me to be a supervisor?" 

Happy that Jameson was the one to bring it up, Fern quickly says, "Yes! Would you?" 

Leaning back in his chair and taking a deep breath, Jameson says, "Well... it's a large time commitment to write a thesis. We usually only let excellent fourth years do it. But... I did recently gain space for a student." Leaning in again and looking Fern in the eyes, Jameson says, "Can you handle the challenge?" 

Sitting up straight and returning Jameson's eye contact, Fern summons all of her strength and says, "I can do it." 

Getting up from his chair and sitting down behind his desk, Jameson starts typing on his computer as he says, "Alright, I'll supervise you, but I can't provide all the support you need. I may have the space for a student, but I don't have the funding for a whole new project. Have you applied to any grants or scholarships yet?" 

Confused, Fern tilts her head a little bit and says, "I haven't." 

"Okay." Pulling out a piece of paper and pen, Jameson says, "I'm writing down a list of scholarships and research grants that I want you to apply for. Most of them give out rewards in the summer, so we'll have to get you covered until then. You may be able to get support from another lab that has more available funding. I'm writing down a couple of people that you can ask to be a co-supervisor, but I recommend that you talk to Dr. Sarah Martin. She's a new faculty member, so she's looking for students to join her lab. How's that sound?" 

Having not expected that she would run into a stumbling block so quickly after her first success, Fern's mental state is like a strange stew of triumph and dread. She wears her best confident facade and says, "sounds good, thanks!" 

After he is done scribbling everything down, Jameson hands the piece of paper back to Fern and says, "This is your first trial of many, but I expect good results. Come back to me once you've found a co-supervisor or after you've given up." 

Taking the paper, Fern nods and smiles before getting up and leaving the room. With a burst of excitement and confidence, Fern marches down the stairs and goes to meet up with Emily.

A young university student, Fern, is a mess. She has yet to find something that makes her feel passionately excited. 

When Fern receives a bad mark on a research project proposal, she is forced to seek help from a professor and discovers the magic of biology. 

As Fern pursues her fascination with the field, she and her friends will inadvertently revolutionize the world's understanding of the planet and its inhabitants.

TLDR: I will be taking a break for around a week due to my school assignments/examinations coming up and will remain posting on 30th July 2018. For my new Webnovel viewers, I wouldn't mind you not voting for me using your power stones next week since I won't be posting for that week!

Hi! For my QI readers, I realised that you didn't get to read how I started writing Spirit Immortal. So below is a short description of myself!


Background about myself and inspirations for writing Spirit Immortal
Currently, I am a university undergraduate, and I have been reading fiction for years. I first got into reading fiction because of anime. Initially, I was a pure anime/manga fan. But I then found out about the existence of light novels. Light novels were far ahead from the existing anime, so I started to binge read translated volumes on Baka-Tsuki. It became somewhat of a drug to me. I kept reading and eventually, fictions had become part of my daily life. However, everything changed when the Yen Press attacked… Suddenly, many of my favourite novels disappeared, and less and less light novel translations surfaced. 

Finding myself in a severe deficit of fictions to read, I found something called Novelupdates. Every few minutes, there was a new novel chapter being released. I was overjoyed. Finally, I was able to satisfy my daily fiction needs. That was how I got into wuxia/xianxia novels. Being ethnically Chinese and fluent in both English and Chinese, there was a great allure for me in these stories. When I was younger, I would frequently watch The Legend of the Condor Heroes and many what we call "wuxia xiaoshuo." So seeing that the traditional stories blend with modern themes was somewhat shocking to me. To think that such a part of the internet existed!

So I started reading a lot of wuxia/xianxia stories. I remember the early days of Coiling Dragon and Stellar Transformations. The friendly competition between Gravitytales and Wuxiaworld. But one day, I encountered Doulou Dalu. For those who have not noticed, Spirit Immortal's cultivation system is inspired by this very novel. The reason being, it was the only cultivation system that I could actually follow. It's a very simplistic system, rank 1-100. The other Wuxia novels cultivation systems confused the heck out of me. However, worry not, Spirit Immortal is not a fanfiction of Doulou Dalu. In fact, other than the cultivation levels, they are nothing alike.

For a while, Doulou Dalu was my favourite novel. To a certain extent, it still is my favourite translated wuxia/xianxia novel. But I started feeling bored. Every single book that I read followed the same format. And after many disappointing stories, I thought to myself… Hey, I could just write something I like!

Thus, the idea of Spirit Immortal started germinating in my mind. It took me over five months to finish plotting the major arcs, characters and finally the ending before I started typing my first word. Majority of the reason why it took so long for me to start writing this story is because of my procrastination and school. Additionally, I didn't know if the story was going to be well received. But eventually, I steeled my mind and said: "Whatever, as long as I am satisfied with the story, who cares?"

So yeah, currently the number one fan of Spirit Immortal is myself, and I can't wait to put the entire story I have in my head into words for all of you to read. It will take time though, so do stick around!


Issues I have had when writing Book Two
I have realised that many of you were unsatisfied with the pace of the story, saying that it is too slow and whatnot. And guess what, I agree! I have been putting the character and world development at the forefront of my story thus slowing down the story progression, However, fret not, now that the first two books are completed, the story progression would begin to expedite as I believe that I have sufficiently developed my characters!

I'm trying to be more descriptive in my writing but that is still a work in progress. Perhaps it would be the greatest hurdle for me but rest assured, I will try my best!

Another major issue I had was time management. I started writing Spirit Immortal during my semester break where I had plenty of time. I even managed to complete Book 1 during that break itself! However, once school started, I had to figure out a way to balance work, personal life and writing Spirit Immortal. There were some days where I only had three hours to efficiently write, proofread and edit my chapter before I deemed it ready to be published. Hence, there might be times where my writing quality dropped slightly but I'm trying my best to ensure that I retain and even improve on my writing quality, so please be patient with me on that one.


Future of Spirit Immortal
Once my semester break hits once more, I will be sitting myself down in order to write as many chapters as I can. Perhaps, eventually, I will take the road of creating a ******* account to allow you guys to read advance chapters and at the same time, give myself some funding to weather through the school days. 

So yeah, I can't thank you guys enough for continuing to stick with me as I continue to write Spirit Immortal. I hope that I will be able to deliver the satisfying fiction that I have conjured up and brought you as much enjoyment as I had in writing this story!

Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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today is November's 17 I had started writing a novel in hope to get lucky and became famous. My name is Michael and I'm 24 year old graduated from college this summer I went to pharmacy college and graduated with high degree  and now I'm waiting and looking for a job or scholarships to continue my studies 
I have one older brother and two sisters who are also older than me my mother died when I was seven. After that my father got married twice and I have more than 12 step brothers and sisters.
our family is very rich we are not like normal families why you say cause when a child from the family reach six he or she will undergo training away from the house in group of mountains that are owned by my family there are a lot of tigers lions monkeys and everything. for 4 years away from without any support we have to survive then the children will come back to enter school like normal children but each one of the family members have to develop or master a style of combat why all of this some of you may ask the answer of this question is that my ancestor by a lucky chance obtained an old book written in ancient Greek language and when he got the book translated he found out that it said that the world we know will come to an end and everything will be governed by the low of jungle the strong eat the weak so he made everyone from the family start training in preparation for this day and so my story begins with bang

November 17 the year 2018 the day every concept known to humanity had changed every low in the nature had changed even if little bit.
In this day I had started writing a novel chasing a dream about becoming a famous author little did I know that this dream will forever remain a dream

"Hmm.. let's just ignore all the people then. " 

They sat there talking and teasing each other for some more time before heading to their respective homes. 


ONE YEAR LATER

Shradha walked into  Computer Science department. She had to meet the dean of the department regarding her project. After discussing for 45 minutes about the project, the dean wanted to speak to her regarding future plans and higher studies. He gave examples of a few seniors who were currently pursuing masters abroad and urged Shradha to think about masters. He seemed to think that with her grades, projects and coding experience all the good universities were within reach. He had said it would increase her value in the job market. Shradha had promised to research further about scholarships and other things for his sake. 

"At home, dad wants to increase my value in the wedding market; here the dean wants to increase my value in the job market. Why are people behind increasing my value !?" Shradha murmured jokingly. She walked to her scooty thinking Nishant would have enjoyed that dialogue. 

Within one year, a lot of things had changed, not just for Shradha and Nishant, but for others as well.  Prithvi and Rohan were integral part of their life and 4 of them hung out a lot at Rohan's apartment. Technically it was a shared place between  Prithvi and Rohan but  Prithvi paid only a small part of the rent while all other expenses were taken care by Rohan. They knew very well how to balance each others family and financial situation. Rohan was from a wealthy family in Delhi while  Prithvi was from a lower middle class family in Bengaluru.  Prithvi stayed in hostel as his home was far from college and daily commute was tiresome, but he visited home regularly. Rohan accompanied him most of time as  Prithvi's parents knew that he was homesick. So they showered Rohan with love and care. Rohan's family was grateful to know that someone was taking care of their precious son well. So they had never objected Rohan even when he spent a lot of money for  Prithvi. Both families were happy about their friendship.

Nishant had been spending a major part of his day in their apartment. He thought that their apartment was the perfect place for him to work on his writing. He would go back home mostly for eating and speaking in the night. Sheela had been really unhappy about this development, but there was nothing she could do. Her son did not respond to her emotional blackmails like earlier. In a way he had grown immune to her words. He would just smile and get on with his work. Nishant always tried his best not to be rude to Sheela or fight with her. He would just listen to her without actually listening to her and never argued back. This was the tactic his father had taught him secretly and this trick saved Nishant from stress. Then again, he hardly spent time at home. Writing had become one of the important part of Nishant and somehow Rohan's bachelor pad was the perfect place for him to be creative and write. Nishant had also been taking more responsibilities at lit club and he had been the chief editor of the college magazine for the last few months. 

***

****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

****

''Fuck you bitch, wait until I get my hands on you!' Shouts Gaukler now Dante Elcraft, pissed at Fortuna for screwing him over once again.
-Fine if you don't want to give me a proper System to guide my road to godhood I will make my own. But first I will need some ink and a father to write with.- Dante thinks, closing the black notebook and storing it together with the Scotfield Revolver in his waistband.
Struggling to stand upright after taking a second sip from the puddle of water, he drags his body to the end of the side street, entering the main street.
-After getting my hands on some ink I probably should start looking for thalami and a way to join Worthington to rescue mother.- Dante tells himself while following the memories of the original Dante to a pawn shop.
While doing so he is confronted with the full force of the street noise. If it was an instrument that could be played, it was likely to be found on the streets of Yharnam. If it wasn't instrumented, it was often the sounds of the street vocalists, glee-singers or balladeers. Add to all this, the sound of carts on cobble-stones, the neighing of horses, the sound of steam engines and all the ordinary sounds of the streets and the city was noisy as hell.
Just when Dante is about to get deaf, he enters the pawn shop. The shop is located in a small house that is wedged in between to three story ones. With an even smaller storefront, one just might overlook for its small size. The interior of the store is all wood and metal, wood cupboard lining the walls and metal shelves making up most of the store. 
Moving along the shelves Dante reaches the counter where a fat man eating a bloated sausage and potatoes. Taking a healthy bite out of the sausage the man stares at him for a while before asking. ''How may I help you? Seeing anything that you like?''
''Can I borrow some ink and a quilt from you? I can hand you some bullets in exchange for it!'' Dante says, removing three bullets from his pockets and showing them to the man.
Frowning the man takes a closer look the man says. ''How much ink will you need? These are only .44 bullets you can not expect much for them. If you had a gun shooting these I could give you...''
Before the man can finish his proposal Dante interrupts him by showing his black notebook while saying. ''Sorry to disappoint, but I will only sell these three bullets. I will only need enough ink to fill a few pages.''
Nodding the fat man takes the three bullets and hands Dante an already opened bottle of black ink and a quilt while pointing at a desk next to the counter. ''Deal. I am Ivan by the way. You can use the table over there to write.''
''Thanks. It will only take a moment.'' Answers Dante before sitting down at the table, putting his damaged later in front of himself.
Seeing the latter Ivan asks. ''Do you want to sell that to me? I can give you a good price...''
Seeing Dante get immersed in his writing Ivan forgets about the lantern and dedicates his attention to eating his meal.
Opening the empty 'Book of Creation', dipping the quilt in the black ink, Dante begins the process of creating his own System with the purpose of Ascending to Godhood.

[Character stats:
??(aka ?)
Origin: ?
Level:? (???£ to level up)
Soul Echos (£):?
Lifes:?

+ Primary Stats
- Vitality: ?
- Endurance: ?
-  Inside: ?
- Strength: ?
- Skill: ?

+ Secondary Stats
- Health: ?/?
- Stamina: ?/ ?
- Mana: 0/0
- R-Hand: - (?)
- L-Hand: - (?)

+ Defencive Stats
- Physical Damage Reduction: ? %
- Magical Damage Reduction: ? %
- Evasion: ? %
- Resistence: ? %]

-That should be the basic outline. Now I better bond it to me.- Dante thinks, happy with the basic structure of the system he just created. Using the sharp metal edge on one of the shelves nearby, he cuts into the tip of his index finger. Cutting so deep, that blood begins to flow out, Dante presses the bleeding finger into the corner of the first page where he just wrote.
With sparkling eyes he sees the blood get absorbed into the page, linking him, the book and his lantern into an unholy union. Removing his finger from the page Dante is excited to see success. The place where the blood had seeped into the page now shows a detailed picture of his face and the former question marks have all changed to the letter.

[Character stats:
Dante Elcraft (aka Gaukler)
Origin: Noble Bastard
Level: 1 (673£ to level up)
Soul Echos (£): 0
Lifes: 1

+ Primary Stats
- Vitality: 2
- Endurance:1
-  Inside: 5
- Strength: 1
- Skill: 4

+ Secondary Stats
- Health: 100/100
- Stamina: 25/50
- Mana: 0/0
- R-Hand: - (0.25)
- L-Hand: Scotfield Revolver (3.5)

+ Defencive Stats
- Physical Damage Reduction: 0 %
- Magical Damage Reduction: 0 %
- Evasion: 50 %
- Resistence: 0 %]

Having checked the first page contents and seeing everything filled out properly Dante turned the page to continue flashing out the system thinking. -Now let's see who has the last laugh Fortuna.-

[Equipment slots:
+Armor/Attire
- Head: -
- Chest: Dress shirt and West
- Arms: Dress shirt
- Legs: Trousers and Shoes

+Weapon/Ring:
- R-Hand: -
- L-Hand: Scotfield Revolver
- R-Finger 1: -
- R-Finger 2: -
- L-Finger 1: -
- L-Finger 2: -

+Items:
- Ammunition: 3×.44
- Immortal Lantern: 1×Thalami
- Creation Notebook
- Quilt: 100/1200
- Ink: 25/75]

Seeing the categories instantly filled with either '-' for empty or the items name, Dante suddenly gets distracted by the shop's doorbells ringing. Looking up from his work and to the door, he sees a man dressed in a brown sleeveless trenchcoat, brown high buttoning west, and yellow/white dress shirt. 
-A student of Worthington. What is he doing here?- Thinks Dante, returning his gaze to his notebook to not attract unwanted attention. Seeing the next page still empty he simply writes 'Storage' and some basic categories to create a well-organized storage system.
Still keeping an ear on the man while writing Dante is aware that the man has walked to the counter where Ivan is just finishing his meal.
''How may I help you a student of Worthington?'' Ivan asks, faking politeness while eying the man suspiciously.
Searching in his coat pockets the student takes out a stack of papers before asking. ''The Academy is holding open entrance tests for all who are interested in joining. In the following three days the entrance test is held in the eastern docks. The Academy is even giving out scholarships this year for especially gifted individuals. May I leave some flyers with you?''
''You may leave them here with me. I don't get many customers but the view that is coming surely are interested in the Academy.'' Ivan tells the students who seem eager to hand over the flyers and leave. Seeing the students retreating back Dante takes a deep relaxing breath, relaxing his tensed up muscles.
''You did the right thing...'' Says Ivan having seen his only customers reaction to the student leaving. ''... Keeping a low profile is always batter that being confronted by these noble snobs. I could tell you stories from back when I attended Worthington... Life for us common people isn't easy... only if you are a true genius you might be able to stand even with these aristocratic fools.''
Hearing Ivans words Dante gets inspired in how to get his mother freed. Standing up from his workstation he walks to the counter and takes one of the flyers the student had left behind.
''Take one or take all, I don't really care...'' Says Ivan, seeing him take a flyer while moving into his back room to wash his utensils.
Ignoring the store owners words Dante scans the flyers very basic contents.
-The Worthington Academy of Enlightenment opens it's doors for the public by handing out three scholarships to those gifted in learning but in need of funding to follow the path of enlightenment.
Be considered for a scholarship one has to be gifted in eighter the art of doll making or puppet making.
Participating in the testing is free of charge and is held from 12 pm to 9 pm at the eastern docks of Yharnam.
The Academy explores the following fields of research:
•Human Mind• Human Body• Creation of flesh puppets • Creation of human dolls •Ascension •...-
Just from reading the contents Dante is reinforced in his decision to join Worthington Academy, preferably as a scholarship student.

The young deity Gaukler is screwed over a second time by the goddess Fortuna. Two times descending into the lower realms to claim his godhood, had him end up empty-handed both times. 
The first time he ended in Helheim where he was forced into eternal servitude until he was able to shatter his 'Immortal Lamp' which prevented him from dying and kill himself.
The second time was much more peaceful because he incarnated into Alfheim but literally drove him so insane with its peacefulness that he stole the 'Book of Creation'.
Having failed two times already Gaukler extorts the goddess of destiny, Fortuna to give him third an edge for the third time around...

... Descending into Midgard Gaukler incarnates into the five year old, recently deceased  Dante Elcraft...
________________________________________________
Disclaimer: The story is a mix between north mythology, bloodborne and the Wizarding World of J.K. Rowling.

Both had been trained for only four days, yet one had jumped 2.17 meters while the other had jumped 2.25 meters. It was obvious who was better. And given the fact that Congcong Wu was much fatter than Dan Liu and had still jumped further, the training results Dai Li had produced were graded more highly than Shouliang Zhao's.
"Shoot! I can't believe the coach from the municipal sports team lost! He was steamrolled!"
"But they said he was an expert when it comes to the standing long jump. How could he lose so easily?"
"This young man is even better than the professional coach. I would have signed my kid up here if I had known this before!"
Most of the people here were just killing time, but there were many parents among them as well. They couldn't remain calm after seeing this, especially those who had come with Shouliang Zhao.
There were two kinds of people whose money was easy to be earned: women and parents. They didn't care about the price if it meant having a "famous teacher" hold training classes for their children, especially for important exams like the high school entrance exam, which was a once in a lifetime opportunity. They didn't care about cost; they cared about the result. If the children could get a higher score after the training, they didn't care about spending thousands of yuan.
Before this incident, Shouliang Zhao was known as the "famous coach" among the parents. His title of "coach of the municipal sports team" earned him a lot of respect, much more than those normal coaches from some everyday middle schools. However, Shouliang Zhao had lost to Dai Li completely in today's competition, making Dai Li the "famous coach" now.
Shouliang Zhao had lost his soul and had no idea what to do. A parent came from behind him and walked up quickly to Dai Li. The parent asked him directly, "Coach Li, are there any vacancies in your class?"
"Yes, for sure!" Dai Li nodded without any hesitation. "I'll leave you a number. Just call and speak to Professor Chen, or you can also add him through WeChat. You need to hurry if you want to sign up, though. There are less than two weeks left before the exam. Your child needs to begin training as soon as possible if you expect a higher score."
"No problem, I'll go sign up right now and bring my son tomorrow!" the parent promised immediately.
"And me, Coach Li! I'll sign up too!"
"And me!"
Dai Li was surrounded by parents in the blink of an eye.
Not far from him, Shouliang Zhao looked very lost. This was the cruel reality of the situation and he had experienced it in front of everyone. All the parents that now surrounded Dai Li had been brought by him. But now it was obvious that they were going to change classes. Soon after, they would quit the SA Student Education program and turn to Talent Education, which meant a big loss of money for Shouliang Zhao.
And this was only the first batch of people. Today's competition had already served as a testimony that Shouliang Zhao was not as good as Dai Li. And if that information spread, parents who cared about nothing except for their children's grades would all come to Dai Li. Shouliang Zhao, on the other hand, would lose more students.
Shouliang Zhao had never felt regret like this. He had come here looking for trouble, simply wanting to show his abilities to attract more students. Dai Li had been nothing but a stepping stone to him. But now, Shouliang Zhao realized that this stepping stone was actually a sharp steel trap. He had fallen for it, too, stepping in and losing any leg he had to stand on.
"Where did this guy come from? If I'd known this before, I would never have come and gotten myself into this mess!" Shouliang Zhao thought to himself.
…
After dinner, Jianguo Chen made himself a pot of tea and sat in front of the TV. His phone rang just as he was ready to watch a TV series. He took out his mobile phone, which was only for business, and saw an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, this is Chen from Talent Education," Jianguo Chen said, answering the phone.
"Oh, you're Professor Chen. I want to sign my child up for your training class," the person on the other end of the phone said.
It was not the first time he had gotten phone calls after his working hours. He said with experience and ease, "We mainly target education for middle school students. As for the cultural classes, we have writing, math, and English classes. We also have a centralized tutoring class only for middle school students who are in their third year. As for extracurricular classes, we have singing and dancing classes. Which grade is your child in this year?"
"The third grade." He stopped for a second and continued, "There are less than two weeks left for the high school PE entrance exam. I want to sign my son up in a PE training class."
"Training class for the high school entrance PE exam…" Jianguo Chen hesitated.
"He must have seen the enrollment advertisement from a few days ago saying we had a professional coach from the municipal sports team. This parent must have no idea that Shouliang Zhao is no longer with Talent Education. That's why he still wants to sign his child up for the class." Jianguo Chen couldn't help but think of Dai Li.
"An undergraduate student, what could he do? I would be so happy if could lead the students in the right direction. What else can I expect from him? I'd better stop enrolling any new students for this PE training class. If the students in this class couldn't get a good score on the exam, that could do a lot of damage to our reputation. I'd better tell him the truth!"
Jianguo Chen thought about it and cleared his throat. "Talent Education did open a training class for the high school PE entrance exam. But due to some unavoidable circumstances, Coach Zhao couldn't teach our class…"
"Coach Zhao? Who is that? I don't care about Coach Zhao, Coach Wang, or Coach Liu, I just want Coach Li," he said.
Jianguo Chen was confused. He couldn't figure out who Coach Li was. His silence made the parent on the other end of the phone panic. He thought Jianguo Chen didn't want to enroll any other students. His tone turned serious and strict. "Your young Coach Li promised me that there would be a vacancy for us to sign up."
"Young Coach Li? Oh you mean our intern Li!" Jianguo Chen finally realized that "Coach Li" meant Dai Li. Normally Jianguo Chen called him little Li or intern Li. He was not used to someone calling him "Coach Li."
The parent on the other side continued, "I want to sign my child up just for Coach Li. He already promised me! You can't take it back!"
"Just because of Dai Li? He is just some undergraduate college student. This parent is making him sound like some famous coach." Jianguo Chen didn't have the slightest idea what was going on. But if the parent insisted, there was no reason for Jianguo Chen to refuse a customer. He said "yes" immediately.
After he hung up the phone, another strange number appeared on his phone.
"Hello, this is Chen from Talent Education," Jianguo Chen said automatically.
"Is this Talent Education? You have a very talented coach named Li, right? I want to sign my son up for the high school PE entrance training class!"
"Coach Li again?" Jianguo Chen was completely confused now.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

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