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On the next day, Fern and Emily go through their routine of attending different lectures in the morning and reuniting for lunch. After the girls have recovered their energy, they find a bus and go to the art gallery. 

The Tremblay Art Centre looks like a big white box on the outside, but it houses a fantastically large collection of various art pieces. The centre could easily be mistaken for a museum because of its education programs and historical exhibitions. It would take multiple 8-hour extended visits to see everything that the centre has to offer. 

Immediately upon walking into the building, Emily and Fern are dazzled by a colourful and large glass sculpture that doubles as a chandelier. Careful to avoid standing under the sculpture, just in case it falls, the two pick up an informational brochure and map from the greeter. 

Looking at the map, Fern is immediately overwhelmed by an onslaught of compelling exhibitions to look at. In contrast, Emily does not bother looking at the map and starts walking towards the first thing she sees. When Fern looks up to ask Emily about her thoughts, Emily has already infiltrated a group of artsy looking people. 

Walking up to Emily and poking her shoulder, Fern smiles awkwardly to the strangers and says hello. Turning back to Emily, Fern looks like a mom who is about to scold her kid and asks, "what?" 

Like she's known this group of people her entire life, Emily cheerfully says, "Let me introduce you! Everybody this is my best bud Fern, Fern, this is everybody. We were just talking about what we think the meaning is of this painting." Leaning into Fern and using her hand to cover her mouth, Emily jokingly says, "Poor Sally said she thinks it means that clowns aren't scary." Emily's new friends laugh like that was peak comedy while Fern lets out of a fake chuckle. 

Failing to notice Fern's awkwardness, Emily wraps her arm around Fern's shoulders and tells the group, "We're actually starting a science club that produces a newsletter. Any of ya'll interested in joining? You guys seem like you'd be good at writing and design." 

Fern's eyes widen as she is shocked by Emily's boldness. They might not even be students at Ontario University. Fern continues to be stunned as the strangers actually consider Emily's proposal. Do absurdly fearless university students with lots of free time all gather at art galleries? 

After Emily tells the group more about the club, two of the group members say they might be able to write for the newsletter. Emily trades contact information with the two group members and shows them the club's Facebook page, so they can follow it. Happy that she's recruited some more members, Emily cheers and says, "Already got 5 club members! We still need to get a graphic designer for the website, you guys know anyone?" 

In response, one of the people offers, "One of our friends does graphic design gigs on the side, but I don't know if she'd be willing to help. She came to the gallery with us-" 

The person stops talking as a young woman walks up to the group. She's at least 6 feet or 182 cm, has dark brown skin, and very short hair. Complementing her artsy model aesthetic, she's wearing unique pieces of clothing and graphic makeup that make her look like she jumped out of a fashion magazine. Looking down and making eye contact with Fern and Emily, she says to no one in particular, "Who are these two?" 

Perking up, one of the new potential writers for the club says, "Hey, Alina! We were just talking about you. These are our new friends, Emily and Fern. They're looking someone to do graphic design for their club newsletter." 

Raising her eyebrows, Alina sizes up the due before unceremoniously replying, "Well, good luck with that." 

Off-put by Alina's bluntness, but unwilling to give up, Emily wears a customer service smile and says, "Thanks. Could we convince you to be our graphic designer?" 

Watching Alina's unamused body language and responses, Fern worries that she and Emily have somehow offended her. Knowing that Emily is stubborn as heck when it comes to apologizing, there is almost no chance of Alina agreeing to help if this continues. Before Alina can respond, Fern jumps into the downward spiralling conversation. 

"It can be like a part-time job rather than a volunteering position... We won't be able to pay you from the get-go, but we can reimburse you later." Noticing that Alina looks more open and interested, Fern gains confidence and adds, "If you want." 

Crossing her arms and raising her head, Alina says, "I don't need your money." In the same breath, she says, "But I have standards and my time is valuable. I expect you'll pay me at least $15 for every hour that I'm working, not just for the art itself." 

Emily inwardly scoffs at Alina's 'I'm better than you act,' but says nothing. Pleased that she fortunately guessed why Alina was miffed, Fern smiles and says, "Great! Can I see some of your work, and I'll tell you about the club?" 

"Sure." After standing straighter and getting rosy in the cheeks, Alina says, "A higher up at the gallery is alumni, so it does exhibitions of student works. You can see some of my pieces there." 

"Wow, that's so cool!." Tugging on Emily's shoulder, Fern enthusiastically asks where the exhibition is. Emily, Fern, Alina, and the two writers split off from the rest of the group to look at Alina's art and discuss club plans. 

Eventually, Fern and Emily lost track of time while chatting and looking at intriguing art. Although Emily was averse to the idea of persuading Alina any more, Emily and Fern got verbal promises to join the club from Alina and the two writers. Verbal commitments from university students are not the most reliable, but they are better than nothing. By the time they had seen maybe 40% of everything in the building, they were exhausted, and the sun was starting to set. Not eager to be outside when it is dark out, the two decide to stop by Dr. Martin's lab and postpone shopping.

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.

Zhao Zheng couldn't hide his urge to sow discord between them. 
But his words still hit her in the heart. 
Why did Yan Rusheng, the man out of her reach, try so hard to secure her a place in T University?
She had been pondering over this for a few days. She wasn't sure if he had noticed her affection for him, hence despised her and wanted to send her as far away as possible. 
She didn't say a word. But her shining eyes couldn't hide her anticipation for Zhao Zheng to tell her why Yan Rusheng wanted her to go to T University. 
Zhao Zheng smirked. "Last week, he invited a newly appointed official for lunch. Secretary Wu has already been given the sack." 
Bai Jing's eyes widened and she paled. 
Zhao Zheng had expected this reaction from her and he smirked. "You probably thought that what you and your mother did would go unnoticed." 
Bai Jing nervously shook her head. "I don't know what you're saying."
She clenched her fists in her pockets and she turned to leave. 
"Bai Jing, this is my number. You can come to me tomorrow after you've thought it through. Attending Yizhong's anniversary will definitely benefit you."
Zhao Zheng suddenly slipped a piece of paper into her pocket. 
Bai Jing ignored him and quickened her pace, getting as far away from him as possible. 
How did he know about this?
Nobody knew about it except that woman. Even Lei Yong was kept out of the loop. 
As for Secretary Wu, he definitely wouldn't leak the information since his career was on the line. 
So how did he know?
'Bai Jing, your phone…'
Suddenly, Bai Jing recalled something. She halted in her footsteps. Her gaze became dark and cold. 
Su Yue!
Su Yue was holding her phone when her mother sent her the message regarding Secretary Wu's situation. So Su Yue must've seen it and told Xuxu. That must be it. 
She knew that Yan Rusheng sending her overseas was for her own good. 
But he was obviously disappointed with her. She was filthy. 
He said 'I hope you don't disappoint your father'. So he was only treating her well because her father had saved his life. 
Hatred flashed across her eyes when she thought about it. 
She unclenched her fist and gripped tightly onto the slip of paper that Zhao Zheng had placed in her pocket. 
'Su Yue, you've betrayed me time and time again. You've ruined his image of me and I won't let you off.' 
…
There were many well-known alumni at Yizhong's 100th anniversary. 
Some of them traveled all the way here just for the occasion. There were writers, celebrities, entrepreneurs, professors… 
But alumni like Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng—young and well-known—were few. So, they were the center of attention wherever they stood. 
They were very eye-catching. 
The venue where they held many celebrations and tea sessions was decorated luxuriously and extravagantly.
Yan Rusheng was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He was standing in a subtle corner but still, many people went up to greet him. 


Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. 

Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. 

Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. 

Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… 

Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary 

Sugary Scene： 

Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. 
Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. 
Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. 
But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave."

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Su-hyuk Jang, a producer with five years of experience, clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment he stepped into the meeting room. "Jaehyung!" he yelled, turning towards the youngest producer in the team. "I told you so many times to get this place cleaned up before I get here! It's like a damn barn in here!"
"Oh, another team just got done with their meeting, so..."
"Hey. Kiddo. Didn't I tell you to just get moving and not give me stupid excuses? Getting into weird habits, aren't we?"

Jang raised his hand towards the young producer, who cowered in fear and quickly dropped his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir."
"Get on with it then! Chop chop, get this place cleaned up!"

Jaehyung scurried over to the meeting table, frantically getting rid of all the used cups and stray pens and markers rolling all over the place. As he watched the young man work, Jang muttered to himself, wholly dissatisfied. Such laziness, and from the newbie of all people! How was he supposed to trust this boy with running errands? Huffing and puffing, Jang took his seat at the head of the table, followed by three writers. They each sat in their respective seats, sharing nervous glances between each other.

"A-Anyway, Ms. Kim!" one of the writers spoke up, attempting to lighten the mood. "What happened with that tip from the other day?"
"Nayeon went to check it out. Go on, tell us."

Nayeon promptly arranged some pictures on the table and began to explain.

"Have you all heard about the "reading boy"? He went viral a few months ago, and you can definitely tell why. He has this sort of... other worldly feel to him."
"Hmm. I'm not familiar," said Jang, scratching his head as he scrutinized the pictures.
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"I've seen him!" exclaimed the young producer. "I remember thinking he was really good-looking. Weirdly so, to be honest. Still, you can't stop looking at him."
"Huh. He must be pretty famous, if even Jaehyung knows about him."
"Yes, actually. His pictures were trending on quite a few search engines at the time. Anyway, the tip was about him. Oh, I have a picture from when I went to talk to him!"

Nayeon quickly tapped her tablet screen, searching and searching, as the others continued to admire the pictures on the table.

"Wow, look at him. He seems pretty photogenic, yeah?"
"Definitely. Guaranteed views right there."


Found it! Nayeon held up her tablet triumphantly. "Here! He shot an ad!" The picture on the screen was of a young boy sitting at a desk, intently reading a book. It was an ad for the public library, yes, but a sort of picturesque fantasy feeling emanated from the picture despite the modern props.

"He's a model?"
"Not professionally, but the picture that went viral was taken in this library. So they took this as an opportunity to advertise the public library in time for the fall exhibit, and had him be their model."
"Okay, that's enough backstory." Jang sighed as he waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me about the tip."
"Oh, of course. I spoke with his homeroom teacher first, to confirm the tip, and she claims that he's not like the other kids. All the other teachers know about him, too, so he's pretty well known in school. He's really good at math, and he's started to learn physics. Alone."
"Alone? He's self-taught?"
"Yes. Just like our tip said, he doesn't receive tutoring at school or at the institute. Spends most of his time at the library. I spoke to the institute as well, and apparently he borrows books from the older kids and reads those all day. Of course, no private tutor. The kid confirmed this."
"Reads books, huh...? What about tests?"
"I went ahead with the interview before giving him the test papers, but honestly, it was pretty easy to tell he's different."

With that, Nayeon recalled yesterday's events at Inpyeong Elementary.

****

The two sat across from each other in the counseling room.

"Oh, it's warm here," noted Nayeon. "I'd heard that schools had good air conditioning now, but I didn't think it'd be this good."

Lucid stared at her blankly, which made her laugh a bit. "Don't worry, I'm just talking to myself. Should we start off with some questions? First things first, what's your name?"

He told her.

"Did your parents name you?"
"No. From my understanding, the chairman of the institute I'm staying at came up with it."
"Oh, really? Well. It suits you. Anyway, I heard you like reading. Is that true?"
"Hmm... Yes, I suppose you could say that." Lucid answered rather hesitantly.
"Could you elaborate?"
"I think it's more accurate to say that I like reading books to study."

Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't exactly sure. First of all, where the hell had that answer come from? And second of all...

"I'm sorry, but you are in the first grade, correct?"
"Yes."

That was answer enough, but Nayeon still had to stop herself from asking his age.

"Alright, then. Could you explain the difference to me?"
"I think that reading and reading to study have different objectives. When I first came to school, I read everything I could get my hands on, because I liked to read. I read biographies and textbooks on math, science, grammar. My goal back then was to immerse myself in the books and marvel at the ideas in them. But now, my goal is to study. I'm reading books so I can understand their content and gain more knowledge. So, since there are two different goals, I think they should be seen as two different things."

Nayeon thought (or rather, knew) that further interviewing would be rather pointless. If a first grader was able to convey his thoughts with such eloquence and sound logic, didn't that automatically qualify him as a genius? This wasn't just a tip. This was a huge scoop.

"Well then," she continued, "what books have you been reading recently?"
"Physics, mainly. I'd like to learn more about physical phenomena. But I found out that you need to know a lot of math to understand physics. So I've been reading math books, too, but I'm not that good at it, so the physics books make little sense to me."
"How far along are you with math?"
"Just the four arithmetic equations. I think I understand linear equations well enough."

Was he really a first grader? He sounded more like a middle schooler.

"A first grader who knows linear equations?" Jang asked, interrupting Nayeon's recollection. "Are you sure he's in elementary? Not middle school?"

Nayeon cringed internally at the realization that she and Jang had thought the same thing, but powered through to continue her explanation.

"Yes, sir, yes. Anyway, we don't need to have a long meeting about this. With his looks and his brains, he's going to be a huge hit! I know it."

Jang turned around to look at Wang, one of the writers.

"Do you have a story in mind?"
"First, we need more information on his school life. Or even his life at the institute," Wang answered, twirling a pen between her fingers. "We'll include some more interviews, get his IQ tested, and ask a science high school or even a university to collab and get a professional evaluation. That good?"
"He's even more stunning in person, I guarantee it." Nayeon chimed in. "He doesn't look wholly Korean, but it's not like he looks like a foreigner, either. It's weird, but it works. You take one look and you know he's objectively really good-looking. My point is, the story doesn't matter! His face alone could bring in so many views!"
"Nayeon, sweetie. I admire your confidence, but his face is something the camera crew will take care of. We're writers."
"I'm just saying. There's nothing wrong with having something pretty to look at."

Jang ignored this whole exchange, instead turning to the younger producer to relay directions.
"Jaehyung, get the cameras ready. Ms. Wang, I trust you to come up with a good storyline and a solid schedule. Get back to me with both."
"How long?"
"We're not sure this'll work, so 20 minutes for now."

And with that, the meeting was over. As they left the room, one of the writers, Yunseon Jo, approached Nayeon.

"Was he really all that?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" Nayeon shouted. "You have no idea! Like, so much better than any child actor I've ever seen! I literally had to stop myself from hugging him, it was insane!"
"Look at you. You're totally gone. I saw it coming, with you going on and on about his face instead of focusing on a story. Are you into kids?"
"Hey! That's going way too far! I'm just saying, his face keeps popping up in my head..."

Smack!

A loud noise rang through the hallway as Yunseon slapped Nayeon's arm.
"That! That's going to far! Watch what you say, Nayeon. That's honestly going into lovesickness territory."

Nayeon rubbed her arm gingerly, but still looked like she had more to say. Thankfully, Wang stepped in just in time to stop her.

"That's enough. The producer told you already, but I'll remind you just in case. We're writers. We come up with a story for the program. The camera works on the looks. Or do you want a transfer?"
"Ms. Wang! Aww, that's so mean! I was born to be a writer, you know that!"

Nayeon tried her best to escape her situation, using her status as the youngest writer to act cute and innocent. It didn't exactly work, per se, but Wang still found it endearing enough. She invited her juniors to dinner, and the three took the elevator down.

****


Lucid, having reached middle school level mathematics, had gotten a new idea during class a few days ago and was now attempting a new type of magic. He found that the best thing to come out of this whole "prodigy" ordeal was that none of the teachers scolded him for not paying attention in class.

"Kyung-ho," Hee Yeon warned,"pay attention, sweetie."
"But plaster face...!"

Indeed, "plaster face" wasn't paying attention at all, but before Kyung-ho could point that out, Hee Yeon sighed and warned him again.

"Kyung-ho! You know better than you talk back to your elders, don't you?"
"Yes..." said the boy, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'll let it slide just this once, because I know you're usually a very good students who listens to what 
I say. But it's just this once! Next time I catch you doing something else, you'll have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes..."

Hee Yeon knew that she was being rather unfair, but she pushed her guilt aside. Even during the slight commotion, Lucid appeared to have been lost in his own thoughts, but Hee Yeon was actually quite grateful for this. Though it had only carried on for a short while, the other children all rather enjoyed watching their teacher become increasingly flustered at Lucid's incessant questions. It had been something of a game for them, and they had grown to look forward to Lucid asking questions, going as far as to persuade him to do so.

Thankfully, however, Lucid's interest had shifted to self-study (or so Hee Yeon firmly believed, as she didn't want to think that he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge), meaning he now spent the majority of his time pondering to himself or reading books. This meant that Hee Yeon could finally relax, with no need to be on constant guard for potential questions, and it was also why she left Lucid be in class.

During break, Lucid left the classroom and made his way down to the courtyard, which he had been staring at for the better portion of class. As it was, Myeong-su, from the classroom next door, had also come out to play. As excited as ever, he ran and ran, determined to make the most out of the ten minute break between classes.

"Oh hey, plaster face!" he called. "Aren't you cold?"

While Myeong-su was wearing a thick jacket, Lucid was only wearing a T-shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Lucid grinned.


<Clash (4)> End.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

Monsoon at my door, little bit feeling drowsy that day but I had to attend my first day of school.  Who am I? The common question of the society, whenever we human had to say something about anything but I wanted to skip that old fashioned approach of introducing every character that I am going to mention. So, where was I, oh, yes, I was feeling less active for my first day of high school. The rainy season just trying to whistle to my ears when my first day of high school started. I wasn't ready for it, out of nowhere sudden rush of airy storms in my ways, pushed me to hurry. By the force of weather, I ran off to my school, there I rushed to fall over a guy in black raincoat. He was there for his little sister's admission. I was fully awake after fallen into him. Me and him were not ready for that accident. As embarrassing as it was, we didn't even glanced each other, nevertheless about introducing each other to know but he managed to ask me where was the admission office, so, like a good, obedient, well mannered kid,  I showed him where it was and he apparently went there with his soaked up documents. I wasn't late but I didn't wait for him either.  It turned into a beautiful day within 10 minutes, gloomy heavy day turned into a little bit stormy airy day. I found out that we had to attend to a student orientation program. Our orientation program held in the hall, it was far from our school and teachers room, in between we had a field surrounded by the rose and lily garden along with iron benches and just in the back, there was a student hostel with cafeteria, there was a hospital alongside in the corner of that row just for school campus,  there was a staff room with it and student activists space, various kinds of student clubs free spaces that were still not reserved by the students,  indoor swimming pool was only attached with the hall where our student orientation was held. It was a grand arrangement. On one side of the hall there was arranged all seatings for the students for seminars and on the other side there was a dance floor, buffet arrangement with washrooms.  From the hall, the beautiful view of the sea green swimming pool could be enjoyed. Our swimming pool was tiled and designed with sea green, white marble floors and there it was engraved, our school and university logo, a snow white swan getting ready to fly. We could use wash room as a lounge. It was wide enough to coexist with other gender, to lie down or to change our uniform. We also had our own lockers. It started, our orientation, we all shared our own colourful dreams with our dean who had a great influence on our headmaster and principal. He assured us that we all could achieve it if we work for it. What I saw that we all had our own dreams but it's all inexpensive. Garden of dreams shining through the all students eyes with hopeful colours that could be seen in the near future probably, but who was going to care if it's not going to be achieved or shine because all we like to see was, the shining stars that didn't even needed any teachers guidance by their own brilliance. However, our school was separated in three sections elementary school, high school and university where students could take higher studies as many as they could. I was in high school section. Our school tried to make us as good as they could trained, to be a good citizen of our country, so we should not be the burden of any kind by staying, living, eating and shitting in our country, that's the main objectivity and aim of our school, atleast that was what I thought on my opinion.  They educated us, trained us through student activists various club members. These clubs got their membership through the interest on particular subject, it could be book readers, ancient historic relic or book collectors, cartoonists,  manga artists,  journalists, speakers, planters, stamp collectors, theaters, writers and many more things, as long as we were not harming the environment of our university, it was okay. Our activists were chosen by the school authorities, school and high school was under the same jurisdiction ruler as precisely I might say a warlord who was the member of university authorities. So, nothing was easy. Everything was under the moonlight trees where everything could not be seen. Our activists work were simple, they just needed to approve and welcome us with their open arms as a club member and help us to trained ourselves on our subject, so we could make out a profession from it, if we could.  Our uniform was also provided by our school. Sewn, cleaned, dried and ironed uniform,  we had to collect it from the school every week. It was easy to study in our school,  we just needed to attend everyday that's all, everything would be helped out if we any numb skull ever suffered. Yes, we knew that we were not the children of any scholars or inventors or any dripping brilliance humanoid or any scholarship achievers or born intellect so, we needed to work more harder to make the environment clean of our country, atleast not a burden or garbage that's what we had to prove by graduating from there. Meanwhile,  that guy I met earlier was a police officer, later I knew from him when I spoke to him. He was there for getting admission of his little sister in school. He was writing an application for installation payment program, so he could pay  without suffering. I said earlier, we all trained up there from our primary level to highest level. I saw how seriously he was applying for his kid sister.  I said nothing but to walk away for that day from school to my heavenly pleasurable armchair that was waiting for me at my room.

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Li Du asked, "Both of you have been examining it so closely—was it to verify if it was a complete dodo specimen?"
Steve smiled. "No, we checked for several things. Not just its completeness, but also its authenticity."
Li Du was curious. "Why do you need to check the authenticity?"
Steve explained, "As the prices of the dodo’s specimens have risen in recent years, many people have started to produce fake specimens."
"How does one fake it?"
Steve thought for a moment and then asked, "Did you know that the dodo's bones are not very uncommon? It’s the complete dodo specimen that is rare."
Li Du was aware, as he had read about this previously. In October 2005, a group of Dutch biologists had discovered an important dodo site in Mauritius, and had found the skeletal remains of many dodo birds from many different ages.
In December 2005, the bones were put on display for the public in the National Museum of Natural History in the Naturalis Biodiversity Center in Leiden, the Netherlands. Prior to this, the skeletal specimens of the dodo had almost disappeared.
Seeing that he had nodded, Steve added, "After the bone fragments appeared, some people used these real bones in combination with the skeletal specimens of other birds similar to the dodo to fake a complete dodo specimen.
"There’re also other ways to make artificial bones, but the experts can spot these counterfeits at a glance, so they’re not as common."
　　
Recalling the fake mahogany furniture, Li Du could not help but sigh; humankind’s skill at producing fakes was really astonishing.
After confirming the authenticity of the specimen, Steve decided to buy it. He nodded and the old gentleman Elson gave Li a check.
Concerned over the huge sum, Li Du called the issuing bank—Wells Fargo—for verification. The other party confirmed the authenticity of the check.
After hanging up, Steve said in a friendly manner, "Li, it seems like you’re in Boston for the first time?"
"Yes," Li Du replied. "I’ve been in Flagstaff my entire stay here."
Steve asked, "How do you find the city of Boston?"
Li Du answered, "Lovely, a city full of charm and history."
Steve then said, "Then I think you may be keen to take a look around the city? If you are agreeable, I'll make the arrangements. I’d like to buy you dinner later on. It's still early now and I'm boring company. It may be more interesting for you to take a look around first. "
As he finished speaking, he glanced at the check in Li's hand.
Li Du was momentarily stunned, and then nodded, "Thank you, this would be a perfect arrangement."
Just based on Steve’s words, one may think that he was trying to kick Li Du out the door.
However, after noticing Steve’s gaze, he realized that he was actually being considerate, offering him the opportunity to go to the bank to cash the check.
Obviously, Steve had guessed that Li was not trusting of the check.
There was nothing embarrassing about this. Since Li Du was not familiar with Steve, he would definitely think that it would be more secure to transfer the money to his own bank.
Elson made a phone call, and a Cadillac One made its way to the front of the house. He had arranged for a driver, and Li Du could communicate his instructions directly to the driver.
Upon leaving Beacon Hill, Li Du asked, "Big Quinn, do you know of any family called ‘Tussenberg?’"
Their time spent together was short, but Steve had shown himself to be a sophisticated young man who was also considerate of others. Li Du had felt comfortable in his presence. Steve had won his favor within this short duration.
This manner of doing things was by no means self-developed; it was the result of having been at the receiving end of an elite education since youth, and also the influence from his family.
Also, that Mr. Elson had looked like he was his steward. Steve might have been young but was already living in a luxurious mansion. Hence, he speculated that Steve was from a large, important family.
The city of Boston seemed to have many indiscernible well-off folks, most of them attached to established family names. Steve seemed to belong to that type of family.
Big Quinn gave it careful thought before shaking his head. "Sorry boss, I don’t know. Maybe you should ask Big Fox. I haven’t got a clue about this high-level information.
Li Du nodded in understanding. The spacious Cadillac One arrived at the foot of a hill, next to a Wells Fargo branch. He asked the driver to stop, deposited the check and transferred the money to a bank card.
　　
With a car at their disposal, it was easier for them to move around in the afternoon.
Boston had many attractions, such as the Granary Burying Ground, the Public Garden, the Boston Common, all of which they visited.
Most importantly, there was Harvard University. For students worldwide, Harvard University was, without a doubt, a revered site of education. With America’s growing worldwide dominance after World War II, Harvard University's influence and popularity gradually overtook that of even the University of Cambridge in many students’ hearts.
Li Du felt the same, and there was no reason for him not to visit Harvard University since he was in Boston.
While Harvard belonged to Boston, it actually resided in Cambridge, which was some distance away from downtown Boston. As it was getting late, he did not want to keep Steve waiting and so after some hesitation, he decided to return to Beacon Hill first.
The Cadillac One stopped by the hillside, and Godzilla, who was in the backseat, got out of the car first to help Li Du with the door. After Li Du got out, Godzilla and Big Quinn stood behind him.
A couple people, who looked like they were tourists, were walking down the hill. They witnessed this scene and could not help but stare:
"What style. With a luxury car and bodyguards, which young master is this?"
"Looks like an Asian businessman. Does he live in Thoreau’s former residence? What a rich and powerful b*st*rd!"
"Not so loud—you’ll be in trouble if he hears you."
Li Du stared at the tourists quizzically, and Godzilla and Big Quinn followed suit. Hence, the tourists sped up their descent down the hill.
On seeing this, the two beefy men chuckled.
Li Du asked helplessly, "Why’re you laughing? We‘ve been misunderstood by others. From now on, don’t walk behind me like this, and put on more easy-going expressions. During regular times, we’re friends, not a boss and subordinates."
Big Quinn said, "Boss, it doesn’t matter. I heard something important just now: this was Thoreau’s former residence?"
"Thoreau’s former residence?" asked Li Du. "Which Thoreau?"
Big Quinn replied, "Henry David Thoreau, one of the greatest writers of the nineteenth century. He was a philosopher, a representative of transcendentalism, and a man with a conscience. Oh, he has a famous book: Walden."
Listening to his introduction, Li Du suddenly realized that while he was not familiar with Thoreau, he was well-acquainted with the book Walden.
Other than being a writer and a philosopher, Thoreau was also known for being a staunch abolitionist. He was one of the most steadfast supporters of President Lincoln during the Civil War, and continued to support Lincoln, and the policy, in writing thereafter.
As a result, many African Americans held Thoreau in high esteem. Therefore, Big Quinn had quickly noticed the phrase "Thoreau’s former residence" from the tourists' conversation.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

The next day was a holiday. But the most anticipated day. The day I would be receiving scholarship. I wore a simple hoody. The venue was international book fair in Shilling. I went along with my dad. Despite Nikki's efforts of forcing to go there mom held her back. She was stuck onto my feet until I shooed her and promised to bring a chocolate bar. 

With great difficulty she agreed. Her exam would start from 10 th February. And today was already 30th January. 

After a lot of effort I finally reached the place. We went earlier than expected. Almost 2 hours before. 
I wished to come with Sky. He loves to read books.In every stall I see the books I get reminded of his love for reading books. Even one book which he had read and was discussing last week I found that. But my luck! Dad refused to buy me that. It was a science fiction novel yet he refused. Instead he was nagging me to buy some computer books or college reference books. 

My Dear Mind was already afloat. And hearing that word computer last day's incident flashed in mind. I blushed a bit. Then got back reading some books. There were food stalls too. And many beautiful books of various writers all across the globe. I even found some mangas but didn't dare to even ask to buy one. 

Manga readers very clearly know why! 
Finally the event started. The Vice Chancellor of our university arrived. Although a bit old but he is still handsome. Really looks like an intellect. 
50 students including me got scholarship from our state. Such an honour it was! 

To get the trophy and the certificate and the cheque. To be photographed among several people and to get the trophy is really exhilarating. Both Dad and mom were proud of me. Nikki was celebrating with chocolates-The one I had promised to buy. 
Poor me. 

Every thing went well. I uploaded my victory and happiness on weibo. Many others congratulated. 
Everything was fine more or less perfect until the incident which shook my life and even now!!!

[COMPLETED]
First deep Crush in our life is something unforgettable indeed. Especially when that special person is very close to you yet difficult for you to reach. Here, this novel revolves around a College girl,Sonnet whose first crush is her lab partner, Sky. Sonnet is a shy girl who doesn't know how to express herself clearly and has never been, not even thought about being in love.She had only one motto in her life "Study hard and find a good job after graduation."What magical experiences unfolds when this serious and shy girl meets a jovial but studious guy who changes her life history!The change she couldn't even dream of. And whether she will ever be able to express her feelings for him or not or those feelings will stay forever breeding the pain in her heart and grow further. Better Read it to find out!

DORAEMON WIKI

DORAEMON WIKI

Chapter 001:All the Way From a Future World

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DORAEMON

VOLUME

1

EPISODE NUMBER

1

ILLUSTRATORS

Fujiko F. Fujio

WRITERS

Fujiko F. Fujio

RELEASE DATE(S)

January, 1970

NEXT CHAPTER

Prophecy of Doraemon

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

N/A

PRIMARY GADGET(S)

Time Machine
Take-copter

All the Way From a Future World (未来の国からはるばると Mirai no Kuni Kara Harubaruto), also known as All the Way From the Future in the English Amazon Kindle and Shogakukan Asia manga, is the first chapter of the Doraemon manga and the first chapter of the Doraemon franchise. Most main characters make their first appearance here.

Plot

A 10-year-old boy named Nobita Nobi hears the mysterious voice that he will hang himself in the next 30 minutes and is burned alive in the next 40 mintes. He asks who speaking apear, but nobody; suddenly the dower at his desk is opened. He is shocked when a blue robot cat hops out of his desk and eats the rice cake before leaving. After a short while a boy named Sewashi Nobi also comes. They explain that they are from the future and have come to save Nobita from a horrible fate. Sewashi tells him about future and will marry Jaiko in 15 years later. Nobita refuses about this and chase both back. Nobita's motherand father consolate him about the bad dream. (Knowing his fate) After that Shizukaand Jaiko are playing battledore and shuttlecock is stuck on the Nobita's house roof. Shizuka asks him to get the shuttlecock. Nobita slips on the roof and hanging himself. Shizuka asks him to play battledore and Nobita gets full of ink in one try by Jaiko. He gets mad and insults her. Gian also appears for a short while. Nobita is going to the bathroom to clean his face, but slip with the soap and falling into the bathtub. Finally he is burning himself because of staying next to the heater. Then he views the album about his future. In 1979, Nobita failes the university entrance exam. In 1988, founding his own company. In 1993, his company is on fire, and in 1995, the creditors ask his loan after his company is bankrupt. This is the reason why Sewashi's family is very poor and Doraemon needs to come there to change Nobita's fate. The eding of the chapter Sewashi wants to see 20th century town so Doraemon takes the Take-copter to fly. They end up flying properly, except for Nobita, who has it on his pants. He then ends up falling down and hurting himself and his pants are then flying off and he runs off with only his shirt, underwear, and socks on.

In the end, Lu Zhou did not pick any mission. 
Both mission two and three were inside the scope of consideration. Mission three was a higher priority than mission two even though they both cost around the same amount of time to complete. 
After all, the 20,000 mathematics experience point was really tempting. Furthermore, it also had a 100% blueprint prize probability. Even though world-class mathematics awards could not be obtained by just a conjecture proof, but considering the academic value and political significance of the paper that Lu Zhou had just published, a country might give him an award. 
It was possible. 
Anyway, the other two missions would take a long time. It was not as if they would run away. Lu Zho could apply for the mission after he met the conditions. 
He could first ask Professor Tang or Dean Lu the conditions for those national mathematics awards and the time it would take for approval. He could then decide which one would be better. 
After Lu Zhou exited the system space, he took the E-class physical strength needle and stabbed himself with it before he rolled over and fell asleep. 
However, what he did not know was that while he was sleeping, his name was being printed on newspapers. Countless mathematics media writers were writing an article headline. However, they were unable to understand the mathematics behind Lu Zhou's thesis and they could only scratch their heads in confusion… 
…
The latest edition of [Mathematics Chronicle], page thirty: [Discussion On The Distribution Law Of Mersenne Prime Numbers And Proof Of Zhou's Conjecture]
At the end of the thesis, there was a review of the paper. 
[This is groundbreaking work. We finally have a theorem that we can rely on to constrain the variation of Mersenne primes to a visible range. Professor Pierre Deligne] 
Professor Deligne was famous for being critical. Whether in an academic conference or in a Princeton lecture, if someone made a mistake, he would not hesitate before pointing it out. He had embarrassed many well-known professors and scholars in the industry. 
However, he used the word "groundbreaking" to describe Lu Zhuo's thesis and it was rare for him to use that word when evaluating theses. 
It had not even been a week since the mathematics journal was released but it had already caused quite a stir in the international mathematics community. It could have been the proof theorem itself, or professor Deligne's evaluation, or the age of the author…
Furthermore, the week before Lu Zhou even saw his thesis in the journal magazine, countless scholars had devoted themselves to repeatedly verified the proof process. 
After that…
Mathematics professors at the University of Jin Ling were shocked!
The China Mathematics Society was shocked!
The results of the verification were…
Completely correct!
The cranks were…
Okay, the cranks were not shocked. They were still tackling Goldbach's conjecture or Fermat's last theorem. Most of them would not even care about the Chinese conjecture unless someone won an international award. 
Soon, this sensational news went from the mathematics community to the press. 
Zhou's approximation which had plagued the number theory community for over 20 years was finally proven.
This meant that from now on, Zhou's conjecture would become Zhou's theorem. 
Another Chinese surname was entered into the history of mathematics!
Both the person that made the conjecture and the person that proved the conjecture would be included in the history of mathematics!
The most important fact for the media was that the person that proved the conjecture was a second-year undergraduate student!
Many people thought of Student Liu who proved the Sitapan conjecture a few years ago. 
All mathematics experts knew that even though one was a Chinese conjecture while the other was a British conjecture, the academic value and difficulty of the two could not be compared. 
The so-called Sitapan conjecture was only a counter-inference in the field of mathematics about the strength of Ramsey's two-staining theorem. The RT^2x2 may be stronger than WKL0. Liu gave a negative answer to the conjecture by proving that RT^2x2 does not contain WKL0. 
Solving a conjecture was difficult and there were thousands of other conjectures just like it…
However, even though there were also thousands of conjectures on the same difficulty level as Zhou's conjecture, the research on the distribution law of Mersenne primes was more significant. Numerous mathematicians had tried to express the distribution law of Mersenne primes numbers. All of the expressions were conjectures and none of them could be promoted to a theorem.
Right now, a theorem was born. 
Due to that, the media went crazy.
At least, the domestic media went crazy!
A new star in mathematics was rising and the media labeled him as a guy who could win the Fields Medal. 
Although proof of Zhou's conjecture was far from a Fields Medal as only something like the Jacobian conjecture could actually be worthy of the Fields Medal, but…
He was only twenty years old!
The Fields Medal had a 40 years old limit and he still had 20 years to go. 
Based on that alone, it was enough for the media's headline. 
[Huaguo Youth Daily] used a domineering title. It chose Professor Deligne's evaluation of the [Mathematics Chronicle] paper. It reported the sensational news title: [Answering Qian Xuesen's question, an undergraduate student from the University of Jin Ling conquers the world of mathematical puzzles! We can also produce amazing talents!]
[Everyone Daily] also reported the news. Although their focus was not on Lu Zhou, it published an article with a similar title. It encouraged researchers to "climb Mount Everest" and to continue to pave the road of science. 
Compared with the traditional media, we-media was not as accurate. They greatly exaggerated their titles. 
[Shocked! An undergraduate student of the University of Jin Ling solved a world-class number theory problem overnight!]
[The problem that plagued the mathematics community for twenty years was solved by an undergraduate student! ! !]
[American mathematicians are shocked, Japanese mathematicians can't even understand…]
They bragged about Lu Zhou so much that it seemed as if Lu Zhou had nearly become immortal. 
The popularity of the media inevitably pushed Lu Zhou's name onto trending for the third time this year. 
Except that this time, he was first on trending!
Netizens were blasting Everyone Daily's comment section.
[Amazing… Second-year student solving a world-class problem, what would happen if he does a PhD! (frightened) (frightened)]
[I'm going to cry, I'm leaving, I'm not going on Weibo anymore. I'm changing my PhD thesis. (cry)]
[When I was twenty, I was worrying about advanced algebra while this guy is already doing world-class mathematics problems…]
[He's from University of Jin Ling! Me too! I remember! He was the modeling champion!]
[This guy is going to be a godly mathematician.]
[Is there anyone that is still insulting old dog Zhu?]
[Do you want to insult him? (dog)]
[Zhu is old news. (dog)]
[F*ck Zhu.]
[Strong Chinese man! Contributing to research! (fist) (first)]
 […]
Right now, Lu Zhou still had no idea what was happening on Weibo because, at 3 pm, he was still sleeping!
Lu Zhou coughed and woke up. His entire body felt sore as if he ran for hours and did a hundred sit-ups. 
Not only that, the blankets and bed sheets were all soaked with his sweat. It even smelled sour. 
Lu Zhou pushed the wet blanket away and was shocked.
"The f*ck, why did I sweat so much?"
It was like the sheet and blankets were soaked. Lu Zhou quickly bounced off the disgusting bed. 
When he stretched his body and cracked his joints, he felt as if the soreness of his muscles were decreasing. It was oddly comfortable. 
Lu Zhou sat up from the bed and threw the blanket and sheets on his chair before he climbed down the ladder. 
He stared at himself in the mirror and as he touched his chin, he felt that he was still handsome. 
He then took the blanket and sheets before heading to the balcony where he threw them in the laundry basket with the plan of throwing them into the washing machine later. Then, he took a shower. 
When he walked out of the bathroom humming, a cool breeze blew through and his entire body relaxed. He could not help but stretch. 
Samples from the high tech system were really good. Although he did not feel an obvious increase in strength or reaction speed, he felt better physically. 
At least, the fatigue and injury that were accumulated from staying up late were cured by the needle. He went from unhealthy to almost healthy overnight. 
At this moment, the dorm door was suddenly pushed open. Liu Rui and Shi Shang both rushed in as they tried to wake Huang Guangming up. 
"F*ck me, what's wrong with you two."
Instead of responding to Huang Guangming, Shi Shang shouted, "There are many reporters downstairs! Zhou, did you do something again?!"


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?"

****
At the Rose Institute, Currently, Eva was training her magical skills after her last encounter where she almost lost her life. These days she was very stressed because of her cousin who just arrived from the Imperial Capital to meet her grandma Melanie.
His name was Dwight Simmons, son of her uncle. Dwight was with his subordinate currently, He was one of the best students of the Imperial University. While at the same time he was an honorary teacher at the institute because of his excellent grades, he came here because of a mission recently.
Dwight was with his subordinate in one of the pubs at North-frontier city, "This time the mission would be very difficult to achieve, plus that old hag won't even let me go near her library. And it would be very difficult to rob those new medicines and I don't want to face the same fate as Granduncle. This mission is quite a headache."
The subordinate reminded, "But master this time the mission is given by Defense Minister Plato personally, even your father is in support of this. Master Plato expects to get those medicines since they want to reduce the influence of the Radiant Church as much as possible. Even many of the Grandmasters were quite surprised by the release of those new medicines by Count John to counter the Radiant Church. It was quite unexpected. Many of them believe that Grandpotioneer Melanie was one of the architects of this plan to counter the Radiant Church. Additionally, you are the best bet that Minister Plato thinks can be useful in bringing those new medicines. Because of that new organization and The Demon Vlad. We have lost a lot of men trying to procure those new drugs."
Dwight rebuked, "True, that upstart is only riding on the success of our bloodline. If it were not for that Old Hag who protected him from behind the scenes do you think the court would have taken such a late decision against him? This time because of those new weapons and Count John's stubborn attitude of protecting a slave, a lot of things have changed. Can't he bow his head just once? What is with this ego? Anyway, I was able to talk normally to Grandma Melanie but as usual, she won't let anyone go near her books apart from Eva and that bloody Upstart disciple. Those books are rusting in the hands of that upstart." 
The subordinate reminded after hearing Dwight's roar, "Be careful Milord, there are a lot of ears in this town from what I heard from Minister Plato, According to his investigations, around 50 percent of the spies are exposed to that count. The anti-spying is particularly being carried out by that new unit named Ghosts. We have lost many of the important assets who were close to discovering important things. We would not want to be discovered for our plans. These guys document a lot of things that help them in discovering spies. Because of this Minister Plato is recently funding the local thugs just to get more information on Count John."
Dwight sighed after he heard him and spoke with a calm head, "I guess it is to be expected after that previous assassination on Eva and now the upcoming war. Maybe I will try to persuade them to migrate to the Imperial city since this city will be in chaos. I hope Eva doesn't bear a lot of grudges."
The Subordinate shook his head and spoke, "However, I don't think Grandpotioneer, Melanie will come or even join politics because of the previous incident where your uncle and aunt died. Minister Plato hopes to use her influence on Count John to bring in all the new technologies bought forward by Count John to improve the economic condition of the Kingdom. He perceives him to be quite a dangerous individual. He places him even higher than Prince Lukav. He isn't worried about Prince Lukav but more about that Lord and his recent stubbornness. So our only bet this time will be to take those medicines from Grandma Melanie's pharmacy or persuade Grandpotioneer Melanie. However, recently there has been a lot of Ghosts patrolling in civilian clothes near the pharmacy. Why don't you visit the Rose Institute to interact with Miss Melanie? That Institute looks quite grand. I heard there has been a lot of dissenters from the Imperial University who joined them. We can get their views as well."
Dwight nodded and irritatingly spoke, "Well, I will anyway try to persuade Grandma and Eva, As for that institute, it is still hollow from inside without any knowledge, The Imperial University has a history behind it. While this place is just grand on the outer side with nothing to show apart from money and funding done by that Upstart. As for visiting that institute, I don't want to anger the dean. He is already pissed because of the printing press that is launching those books at half the prices."
The subordinate nodded as heard about the printing press, "True, I recently bought many books which were written by professors of Rose Institute as they were cheap and gave a new perspective. As I recalled they are being published by the Black and White press. The same company which publishes those newspapers in this town. Those newspapers are useful, to be honest. Many new businesses are copying Hope and using that newspaper to advertise their business on it."

Dwight rebuked as he heard him, "Hmph, I don't even like the face of that newspaper. It is completely biased with those dissenter writers spouting bullshit and ruining the image of some professors of the Imperial University." 
Not knowing the mood, the subordinate still continued after hearing Dwight, "But from what I know, Professor Glenn was the best professor be he was never promoted because of the petty politics in the university, isn't that correct lord?"
Dwight angrily roared after hearing this, "Just 1 incident doesn't mean, all others are right as well."
Dwight knew about it but he still didn't wish to hear about it as he never faced the problems which were faced by others. Because of his bloodline and the power behind it, he never faced such problems."
Hearing his own roar, Dwight calmed down and apologized, "I am sorry for roaring again, I guess I lost my calmness. Anyway, I will be leaving and try to meet Grandma Melanie again tomorrow."
****
Josephine approached Eva in the institute and asked, "Eva, I heard your cousin from Imperial University just arrived here. I guess he is worried because of the upcoming war and hence came to persuade you and grandma. Right?"
Eva rebuked and spoke after hearing her, "Of course his intentions are clear, Grandma spoke that he most probably is targetting the new medicines that were recently introduced by John. However, it would be ironic if he finds out that the medicines were particularly produced by John himself. That boy Dwight is a kid when it comes to judging people. Grandma Melanie already knew that the Ministers in the Imperial city would be very impatient after finding out the medicines and would try to use us to get to John. Particularly Defense Minister, Plato. Grandma said he was quite an ambitious and cautious individual."

Josephine nodded, "Hmm... Ohh so they are targetting the new medicines. I guess because of all the new things coming out every day, I didn't saw its importance. Recently, you are training more than what you usually did, you are even actively asking pointers from John when it comes to magic."
Josephine thought as she asked the question, 'Why do I feel stressed whenever Eva and John are near? The last incident almost made them a couple. If he were not dense it would have been bad."
Eva nodded and spoke, "Yes, after the previous scare, I don't want to face that situation again. though John is only a basic magician. He has very good at the control and hold over his magic. This has also helped me improve my fusion magic, So I guess this is one of the reasons. I heard Sally was quite worried nowadays. Where is she?"

Josephine sighed and spoke, "Well, it's because of all the events that have taken place recently. Right now, she is teaching the new students magic at Rose Institute nowadays."

Eva thought and spoke, "Sigh, I guess it is because of Prince Lukavv and Duke Fjord. What about those brats you usually train with? Where are they?"

Josephine smiled as she heard about those brats, "They are training with Jake nowadays, Of them the new boy Lucious is quite a hard working boy, I guess he will join the assassins very early with the other brats even though he joined quite late. I guess they are currently under his personal training.
They will come out as assassins or warriors, according to their needs. I hope they don't get caught up in the war. They will most likely be going to that new Island that was discovered recently by Admiral Blake. I think it is called Aurora Island."

Eva thought as she heard about Aurora Island from Taylor, "Aurora Island, I guess I would want to visit it once."
Josephine sighed and spoke, "We can only visit it after the construction of that Island is done completely. That's what John told me."

While returning home from a boring day of work, a black hole opened up in front of John and sucked him in. 

Before he was floating in the blackhole, a helmet latched on to him. "Uploading A.I under progress...Activating Survival Kit" A weird robotic sound appeared within the conscious of John and suddenly a white energy enveloped him... After opening his eyes, John noticed he was teleported to a whole new world. 

A world of magic and he was a user of a system. Arkon, the world John was brought too, was a medieval world which is 10 times bigger than earth. This new world held many new mysteries and this was the beginning of John's adventure. 

John will dominate and stir the world with his new system. Old technologies begone and use my advanced techys instead! Ha! you want to hold a politic, economical and military war with me? Sorry but my system is too broken for you all to counter.

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