When Mahiyah struggles to be a single parent, she meets Jungkook. They kept crossing each other's road. Everything was going well but things changes when they fall in love with each other.

The MC gets transported to a new world, and their whole life changes! hopefully for the better. This takes place in a fantasy world, and MC gets a System. To be specific the Trap System.

"Teo!" Oromi exclaimed at the loudest voice Riko had ever heard from her. Oromi was, in general, was never too verbal with her thoughts and stayed mum for the maximum part of any conversation.

"Yea yes, yes. What?"

"Where were you lost?"

"Ah, I was just reading about the instructions in the schedule card."

"Oh, yeah. I haven't gone through the details either." commented Rin.

"I was interested to know about the pill formation test in particular." Zen joined into the conversation.

Riko turned over to the Pill Formation Test page on the schedule card read out aloud: " The Pill Formation Test requires the candidate to form any type of support pill. The candidates will be allotted 3 hours to brew the pills.

As you might have studies in your schools, the pills are widely divided into 9 tiers based on their quality and effectiveness. Tier 1 to Tier 9. The higher quality pill will yield better scores. The candidates will also be scored based on the purity of the pill. Naturally, higher purity percentage will gain higher scores.

If the candidate brews 'x' tier pill with 'y' percentage purity, the brewer's final score will be calculated as follows: 
Final score= 308*x + 4.4*y

This formula is valid until and unless the pill is perfected, that is, 100 percent yield is achieved. In the case of 100 percent yield, the formula given below is to be followed:

Final score= 1100*x

The test ends here. "

"Whoa! Why a different formula for 100 percent yield?" asked Teo with a glare of curiosity.

"I guess that is because a pill with 99.99 percent yield has much inferior results than a pill with 100 percent purity. Eventually, the effort to form a 100 percent yield is much higher than its immediate precedent. That is why they might have wanted to reward 100 percent purity differently." answered an informed Zen.

"They must have devised the formulae keeping the difficulty of forming the pill in mind." added Rin.

"Exactly."

"What about the written test?" asked Rin.

"The written test is just a basic intermediate level test based on general knowledge about the working of magic, the famous incidents mentioned in the history books of Varka and some application based questions. I don't think that it will be difficult based on reactions from previous year examinations." replied Zen.

"And lastly comes the Battle Simulation Test. It is named a test but it is actually a tournament. One major difference is that the result of the battle is not the only thing that matters in that test. The evaluators present at the scene will grade the participants on the basis of their performance and not just the result. It may well happen that a student knocked out in the very first round scores more than a student who has passed through many rounds." said Riko, apprized about the topic beforehand.

"How will the tournament take place? Isn't it going to be too long if they conduct it in a tournament style?"asked Rin.

"That is why to reduce the time taken and the hassle, they keep the first two rounds as Battle Royales. From a pool of 99-100 participants, only 5 proceed to the next round, which is why the role of an evaluator is so much more important. Most of the candidates will be knocked out in the first two rounds, maybe even the best performers, and those who hid through the entire round would sneakily pass through. To monitor a single Battle Royale, around 10 professionals will be hired."

"And after the second round, one on one battles?"

"Yes. Till they come out with one winner on top."

After a span of uncharacteristic silence from Teo, he released his pent up excitement: "OOOH, I can't wait for the tests to start!"

On the planet named 'Varka' (almost 15 times bigger than earth) takes place a story of a legend. In this world of magic, there exists 9 different elements of magic: Wind, Fire, Water, Ice, Earth, Lightning, Dark, Light and Void. 

Riko's immense potential supports his strong ambitions, but naturally, he faces stronger opposition every step. How does Riko's everyday life sort itself out little by little, how he starts believing this world again and his journey to the top, an interesting story entails.

***Regular updates on every Saturday and Tuesday.***

It was necessary to 'read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning', but there were some people that only needed ten days while others needed half a year. There was truly nothing to say about this sort of comparison. It was just as Tang Thirty-Six had said, that girl often made others speechless, and Chen Changsheng naturally had no better choice than to remain silent.

But for some inexplicable reason, when Shuang'er saw Chen Changsheng's silent, almost dull, appearance, she grew unhappy. Perhaps she felt, since you have an engagement with the young lady, then even if your strength is far inferior to hers, you should still display a little will and ambition, no?

Moreover, in her view, if not for the young lady's letter from South Stream Temple, Chen Changsheng might already be dead. How could he have had this chance to enter the Orthodox Academy and sit upon these clean floorboards to read and cultivate? Your undying gratitude isn't required, but you also shouldn't be so quiet like nothing happened whatsoever, right?

Shuang'er looked at him and shook her head. She extracted a thin sheet of letter paper from her bosom and passed it over.

"Since you've obtained this hard-sought opportunity to cultivate, you should cherish it and start from building your foundation, your feet planted on solid ground. Don't think about cheating or any other sort of dishonest practices, and don't always entrust your hopes to others, especially to women." She seemed to think of something else and sternly added, "Cultivation is not that simple. Even if you have no hope, don't go around breaking broken pots. Do you understand my meaning?"
(TN: "Don't go breaking broken pots" is a saying that means that even if a pot is already damaged, you shouldn't break it again and completely shatter it. A similar analogy would be getting a C on a test, and then giving up on studying for the rest of the year, resulting in an F for your next test.)

Chen Changsheng took the sheet of paper, somewhat at a loss. He didn't understand the meaning of her words, thinking to himself, I've hidden myself away in this cemetery-like academy to silently read and cultivate, but could it be that the Divine General's estate and Young Lady Xu still find me an eyesore?

The sun outside the library was high in the sky. The rustling tree leaves scattered the descending rays of light into many specks. Fortunately, it was still early spring and the weather was not too hot. This paper carried the aroma of a woman, but there was no sweat.

Chen Changsheng gazed at those three words in silence for a very long time.

"Do your best."

The words written on the paper were rather delicate and pretty, but they could not be described as astonishing. Moreover, the strokes were very straight, making them seem naive, childish, and cute. He guessed that these three words were written for him by that young lady of the Xu family all the way in the distant south. Yet no matter what he did, he couldn't associate the young girl with such naive and clumsy handwriting with that girl of the rumors who was brimming with talent.

He understood the meaning of these words, and he could even faintly imagine the expression of the Young Lady Xu as she wrote them. Her eyes had assuredly been indifferent, her brows creased. She had been somewhat impatient, somewhat displeased, but also feeling that this really didn't matter.

Of the three words that she wrote, the most crucial one was truthfully 'your'.

'Your' meant 'yourself'.

Live by yourself.

Read by yourself.

Cultivate by yourself.

Drink well and eat well by yourself.

He quietly thought about it for a while, then stopped thinking about it. He put the letter away in his sleeve, stood up, walked to the bookshelves and began to search for those forty-nine books listed on the back cover of On Purification. As he searched, he thought about those words the maid Shuang'er had said to him. He couldn't help but wrinkle his brow, and the speed at which his finger traveled along the books slowed. Was it really possible to read all these books one hundred times in ten days? Just how should they be read?

On Purification was just a general summary of cultivation—the forty-nine books on its back cover were the true object of study. Students needed to use the knowledge and wisdom contained in these books to open their minds, solidify their understanding of the world, and thus strengthen their souls.

This was a purely spiritual side of cultivation. Ever since the Heavenly Tomes descended to the earth and humans began to cultivate, this initial step of condensing the spiritual sense had always used this method. Perhaps it was because countless worthy predecessors had concluded that this method was the most efficacious and had the highest chance of success. It might also be because words were the only vehicle for one's thoughts, so in order for one to use the thoughts of one's ancestors to assist in converting one's own thoughts to strength, one would naturally have to use words to bridge this connection.

Since this sort of method was being used, the forty-nine books listed in On Purification were naturally acknowledged by human society as the forty-nine books best able to assist one in condensing the spiritual sense. Ever since the Orthodoxy had finalized this list in the year fifteen-eighty-two, it had never been changed.

Chen Changsheng walked along the bookshelves as he searched for those books. Although he was abnormally familiar with the ordering of books in this library, he still needed an entire hour to find all forty-nine books. He then brought them to the window and aligned them according to their order on the list.

He did not immediately begin to read, instead going out to Hundred Flowers Lane and eating some vegetable soup and rice porridge. After that, he sat on the grass by the lakeshore, shaded by the thick forest, and rested for an hour. Only after his mind was fully content did he return to the library and take up the first book.

Previously, as he was searching for these books, he had already confirmed through the names of these books that he had never seen them before. Although he was somewhat regretful of this fact, he was also very curious. Just what was written in these books that could actually help humans in condensing spiritual sense?

He lifted up the first book, called 'A Simple Gateway to Basic Solutions'. He confirmed that he had never read this book before, so when he opened the book and saw those rather familiar words, he questioned whether he was seeing things, like when he saw the examination for the Heavenly Dao Academy.

This book was very thin, but it felt quite heavy. He gazed blankly at the contents of the books, realizing to his disappointment that he had already read this when he was four. To be more precise, he could recall the contents of this book from back to front.

It was just that in Xining Village's old temple, this book was called 'Classic of Embracing Simplicity'.

He was somewhat surprised because it felt like he had returned to that testing room in the Heavenly Dao Academy. He had originally felt that such a good thing could not keep happening, and now he was surprised to see it appear once more. This made him feel rather absent-minded, a daze which it took quite a while to rouse himself from.

After awakening from his stupor, he very quickly opened the second book.

This book was called 'An Anthology of Poems in Praise of the Mausoleum of Books'.

Like a clear breeze, he swiftly flipped it open and very quickly confirmed that he had also read this book. Those odes of praise written by the worthy predecessors after viewing the Mausoleum of Books were all already in his mind. It was just that back in Xining Village's old temple, when he read these poems at the age of five, this anthology was called 'A Splendid Record of Poetry'.

He fell silent for a few moments, then opened the third book.

It was still the same case.

He had also seen this book before, but its name was different when he had read it as a child.

The fourth book, the fifth book…he quickly skimmed through all forty-nine books and verified that he had read all of them before.

The same again?

Was this still considered a pleasant surprise? He took up On Purification once more. He was quiet for a very long time, silently thinking to himself. At some point, the corners of his lips had perked up and his eyes had narrowed until they seemed like the flowing river of stars, brimming with smiles.

He thought of Shuang'er's parting words.

"Cultivation is not that simple."

He raised his head, but all that met him was mottled light and shadow at the library door and the gentle caress of the cool breeze—nobody stood there. He couldn't help but feel disappointed and frustrated, as if he had lost something. If that little lady were still there, he really wanted to tell her that he really might be able to condense his spiritual sense faster than her young lady.

But he immediately recalled that Xu Yourong had read all forty-nine books one hundred times and condensed her spiritual sense when she was only four. The newly-born spot of pride in his mind instantly dispersed as he laughed at himself, thinking, it truly is meaningless.

His next course of action should be to use the method described in On Purification to take the words and the information in the words of the forty-nine books and engrave them in his mind, completely converting them into nutrients to strengthen his soul, and then condense his spiritual sense in one stroke.

If this were any other person, at this critical moment, they would most likely have continued to the next stage. But Chen Changsheng glanced at the color of the sky and realized that the sun was already sinking to the west, the twilight gradually deepening. He placed On Purification down, put away the books on the floor, and exited the library.

It was time for dinner.

...

...

Because he needed to eat dinner, he could disregard this chance to change his fate that was within arm's reach. If this was self-discipline, then this was a self-discipline that was excessively harsh and cruel, more similar to self-tyranny. However, it could also be described as a sort of self-confidence, because he believed that this chance would not slip away.

From the entrance examination of the Heavenly Dao Academy to the forty-nine books that he had once more discovered in his mind, Chen Changsheng had been able to confirm a few things: his master had long since prepared for him the foundation to cultivate, and his master was truly no ordinary Daoist.

The path of cultivating the Dao was endlessly long, and he and Senior Yu Ren had bitterly studied the Daoist Canon ever since they were children. The myriad books were engraved in their hearts, which meant that he had set off on this journey much earlier than others. He had already walked a path of ten thousand li, so it was only right that he arrive at the other shore ahead of others.

Chen Changsheng had always been very confident. Now that he had confirmed these things, he became even more confident. At this time, the twilight was deepening and the remnants of the sun were gradually fading, but in his even more open mind, a red sun was slowly rising up. How could he be worried that his path forward would be dark?

After eating dinner, he returned to the library, heated a pot of water, and brewed a cup of tea from some scented tea leaves that he had bought in Hundred Flowers Lane. He crossed his legs and sat down. His gaze slowly swept over the neat row of forty-nine books, ultimately resting upon On Purification.

The words of these books slowly floated up from the depths of mind, returning back from his childhood memories, abnormally vivid. Then, these memories gradually began to release some sort of Qi that, according to the method outlined in the first chapter of On Purification, began to incessantly mingle in his mental world.

Many years ago in the old temple, he had completed the opening of his mind. Now, what he needed to do was solidify his knowledge.

He closed his eyes and began to calmly think, and then he gradually forgot to think.

In truth, the so-called 'understanding the mind to know one's character' was not that complex.

It was just fusing and linking them up as one.

Time gradually passed, and from the moist ground outside the library came the chirping of insects.

Clearly, it was still early spring.

The darkness gradually set in, the many stars gradually brightened, and the capital bustled with the noise of people.

The Orthodox Academy with its sole occupant was still as quiet as ever.

The oil lamp in the library was very feeble, yet it seemed like it would never extinguish.

Suddenly, a light hum resonated through the library.

This sound came from between the heavens and earth.

A wind blew through and around the building.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, his eyes somewhat disappointed, and then calm, and finally brimming with joy.

In one day and one night, he had succeeded in condensing his spiritual sense.

Cultivating had turned out to be just this simple.



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

Shen Zi laughed coldly, “Master Hou, the plan with the Japanese pirates is working out well.”
 
“Getting them to attack the counties was just a small matter. I’ve already won the trust of the pirates, who will be willing to die for our cause if the need arises. These pirates will attack the governor. When the time is right, the pirates will start attacking the region with greater intensity, and cause greater devastation. After all these is done, Master Hou can write a letter to humbly apologize to the imperial court for failing to defend these regions. Afterall, they were the ones who removed you from your posts.”
 
“Now, all the authority is within the hands of the governor. He is clear about his responsibility to repel the pirates as well. When Master Hou writes the letter to apologize, it will be a simple act of loyalty to the country.”
 
“Furthermore the generals are a difficult bunch to deal with. Should they replace the governor with someone new, the generals will need time to adapt to him if they are unfamiliar with him. Therefore the most suitable candidate to replace him would be Master Hou yourself.”
 
Ji Bei Hou took a few steps forward in the great hall, “Since we already have people in positions, does this mean we can simply kill the governor whenever we wish?”
 
Shen Zhi turned around and replied him softly, “No, we cannot.”
 
He paused for some time before continuing, “Master Hou, this is all about decorum.”
 
“Regardless of how much stronger the pirates are, even if they invade our county, the most they can do is to rob and plunder. That’s why we chose the pirates.”
 
“The purpose of attacking and wounding the governor is to show how incapable and useless he is. After this is done, the imperial court will then consider sitting Master Hou on the governor’s seat. However we must not actually kill him. If we actually murder him, his death will shake the entire dynasty. The imperial court will investigate to the bottom of the matter. When that happens, nobody can take advantage of the situation.”
 
“Master Hou, this period of time is not the chaotic time we once knew. If it were, and Master Hou had the strength and the intention to kill him off before he became governor, it would have worked in your favor. Doing it now would be spell the end for all of us.”
 
“Master Hou, ever since the new dynasty had been founded, the current Emperor has been wise and strong. However, he has ascended the throne for seven years now, and rumors have been going around that his health is declining.”
 
“Master Hou just needs to take control of the army now. When the Emperor dies and is succeeded by the weak Crown Prince, he will not be able to remove you from your post. Then, you shall wield influence and power for a long time, making the Crown Prince your puppet.” 
 
“And if chaos breaks out then, Master Hou can take another step up towards the throne….”
 
“But for now, you must not act without first considering the consequences. Also, in order to prevent the Japanese pirates from turning an act into a real crisis, I suggest sending some men over to watch them. If their bloodlust becomes too strong, and they start ignoring our orders, we can slaughter them there.”

Ji Bei Hou’s eyes were gazing far ahead, as if he was deep in thought. After a long time, he sighed, “It’s been hard on Mister Shen. I’ve had to rely on Mister Shen for some time now. If it weren’t for your devious plan, I would not know how to regain my authority.”
 
Shen Zhi bowed down low and replied, “Master Hou picked me up from the soil, and I am your man in this life, and shall be your ghost in the next. What is a little work to me anyway?”
 
Ji Bei Hou laughed, and didn’t speak for sometime. When he finally recalled something he said, “Oh right, did you say my third son asked you to find some books?”
 
“Yes, Pei Zi Yun, who was the Top Scorer for the last examination, is indeed a genius.”
 
Ji Bei Hou nodded his head before sinking into silence for sometime. He then asked, “Is he Free Cloud Sect’s man?”
 
“Yes!”
 
“Then are we able to rope this man in? Or even rope the entire Free Cloud Sect into our ploys?”
 
“To rope this person in is going to be difficult. Roping the entire Free Cloud sect, I’m afraid is impossible.” Shen Zhi replied. He then paused before explaining, “Free Cloud Sect’s history can not be considered ancient, and yet their existence has stretched two dynasties. They are already established.”
 
“The Paradise of these sects rely heavily on Pure Qi. Although Pure Qi flows naturally, there is a way to break it. As long as the imperial dynasty passes an imperial decree, even the biggest mountains or the longest rivers can be shifted or obstructed. Doing this can block the flow of the Qi.”
 
“Even if the Pure Qi is altered, it will never disappear. So if we shift the flow of Pure Qi away from their Paradise, it will gradually wither and die.”
 
“To alter the topography of mountains, or to divert the flow of rivers require a great deal of work and effort. The imperial court would not be willing to go through the trouble unless absolutely necessary. This is another reason why the Dao sects would not interfere in matters of the imperial court.” 
 
“Although third master has joined the Free Cloud Sect, and the entire sect had gotten numerous benefits from our household, it’s not enough to rope the Free Cloud Sect in.” Shen Zhi said.
 
“I understand. You can leave me now!” Ji Bei Hou watched on as Shen Zhi left the room. He then turned around and said, “You can come out now!”
 
“Mister Shen is such a good military strategist!” A Daoist climbed out and started laughing. This Daoist was dressed in the Daoist robe and was wearing a bamboo cap. He had three strands of beard hanging down and looked to be about 40 years old.
 
Hearing these words, Ji Bei Hou sniggered and said, “With the leader of Holy Jail Sect on board with me, why should I fear failure?”
 
Several days later
 
The book merchant wiped the sweat of his forehead as he stood waiting outside Fu Mansion. After some time, someone came out and led him within the mansion. The book merchant carried several books with him and followed the servant in.
 
Shen Zhi was holding a quill and practicing his calligraphy strokes. When the book merchant came in, Shen Zhi did not stop. 
 
The merchant bowed deeply, “Sir, your servant has found some books written personally by famed experts.”
 
He then handed the books to the servant, who passed it on to Mister Shen. Mister Shen took a look and realized that they were all written personally and matched third young master’s criteria, "Not bad, you managed to find all these within such a short amount of time. Not bad indeed!”


“Your household is a noble house, whenever people heard that Hou Mansion was buying books, very few people rejected me.” The book merchant laughed nervously as he replied.
 
“Regardless, you were diligent.” Shen Zhi drank a cup of tea and arranged for the butler to retrieve another 100 taels of silver. This was the final payment. These volumes seemed pretty good.
 
Shen Zi took these seven books and walked over to Wei Ang’s courtyard. When he entered, he noticed that Wei Ang was brewing tea. A finished painting was on the table beside him.
 
Shen Zhi stepped forward, “Third young master, I’ve managed to acquire the books you were looking for.”
 
He then handed the books over to Wei Ang, who started flipping through them immediately, "These books are indeed good books written by renowned experts. Huang Li, you are my personal maid, take these books over to Pei Zi Yun.”
 
“Yes master.” Huang Li replied and took the books over. She then walked over to the entrance where an ox-cart was idling. Boarding the ox-cart, she then headed towards Fu Mansion.
 
When the ox-cart reached Fu Mansion, Huang Li got off and knocked on the door. Before long, the guard asked, “Miss, who are you looking for?”
 
Huang Li then replied, “I am a maid from Ji Bei Hou’s house, under the instructions of my third young master. I am here to pass some books to High Scholar Pei.”
 
The guard then opened the door and said, “Please wait here miss. I shall go and report to High Scholar Pei.”
 
After some time, the guard then came out, "Please enter miss.”
 
The guard then turned around and started leading the way, with Huang Li following close behind.
 
Pei Zi Yun was in his room writing essays. When Huang Li entered, she saw an entire room filled with books. Books were sprawled all over the table, and many pieces of papers with writings were strewn across the room as well, ‘He’s not inclined to paintings like my own master, but is proficient in writing. Based on the way he writes, he’s really befitting of the Top Scorer status.’
 
As she was thinking, she stepped forward and handed the books over.
 
Pei Zi Yun stood up, and looked at the maid. He had seen her around before at Hou Mansion. She had bright eyes and white teeth. Although her features were plain and not what one would regard as pretty, she had a certain simplicity about her look that made her stand out. Pei Zi Yun then smiled, “Thank you master for me.”
 
He then received the book and felt a certain sensation across his entire body, and was overjoyed, "These books are not bad at all. Huang Li, a few days later I shall pay a visit.’
 
“Young master Pei, I shall return to my chores. Farewell.” Huang Li then hurriedly left the room and headed back. She was not allowed to be out for too long. 
 
Pei Zi Yun looked at the books. From the seven books, he pulled out three and threw the other four aside, "Among these seven books, three of them contain legacies.”
 
“The older generation of writers really poured their blood sweat and tears into writing books. A single book could take decades of hard work to complete.”
 
“Zeng Jiao Qin, High Scholar”


“Lu Ji Yuan, Grand Scholar”
 
“Wang Zi Liang, High Scholar”
 
“All these were highly regarded and renowned literary experts. These three books caused a reaction within my Plum Blossom, I should try and absorb their contents.”
 
“Having these three books were more than enough. In fact, when it comes to knowledge, analogies were the best way to acquire them and not through sheer quantity. I shall try and absorb the first book. If it’s successful, I shall then start absorbing the other two.”
 
Pei Zi Yun turned into his bedroom and placed the first book under his pillow. Within seconds, he fell into a dream.
 
A few moments after Pei Zi Yun had fallen asleep, there was a knock on the door before it sprang open, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother. The weather is so nice today. Let’s go and fly some kites.”
 
The little girl Chu Xia was carrying a kite and entered the room. She looked around and found Pei Zi Yun sleeping, deep in his dreams. She then walked nearer to him and shouted loudly, “Junior Brother, Junior Brother. Wake up. Come and fly some kites with me.”


Pei Zi Yun slept soundly and did not stir at all. Seeing him so unresponsive, Chu Xia stormed out in anger.
 
When he had finished dreaming the first, he entered a second, and a third dream. He had absorbed all three books in quick succession. When he finally woke up, he felt his entire world spinning around him. He stood up and took a few steps forward in confusion. Extending a hand out, he reached to grab the bed to catch his breath.
 
“Even though the Plum Blossom second petal formed, absorbing three legacies at once was slightly too much to bear.” Pei Zi Yun regained his composure. Although the limit of the Plum Blossom wasn’t very high, Pei Zi Yun have yet to meet its ceiling. However, as with all things, it has to be taken in moderation. Absorbing legacies too must be a gradual process with sufficient rest.”
 
Not only does his head hurt immensely, but his train of thought was disrupted as well. This was an instance where his state of mind had been subjected to severe over exertion. Pei Zi Yun forced a laugh, and placed the books away from his pillow. He then fell onto the bed and went back to sleep.
 
When he woke up, he felt somewhat rejuvenated. His head was still throbbing, but at least he could walk without feeling dizzy. There were several dishes on the table, although they had turned cold. Beneath the bowl was a note. When he took it up to read, he realized that it was from his teacher. He felt a certain warmness envelop his heart.
 
The rumble of his tummy could be heard as Pei Zi Yun pushed open the door. He wanted to ask a servant to warm his food up for him. He noticed that they sky was dark, with over a few stars overhead. Pei Zi Yun then realized he had slept all the way till midnight.
 
A gust of wind blew over, and Pei Zi Yun felt somewhat chilly. The servants were all asleep. After thinking for sometime, Pei Zi Yun returned to his room and closed the door. He then ignited the stove where a pot sat in his room. After a short while, the pot started steaming. He then placed the dishes inside, filling his entire room with a delicious aroma. When the preparation was done, he started eating.
 
Although the food was still somewhat cold, the flavor was still there. When he finished eating, he placed the bowls aside and started writing, endless streams of thoughts gushed into his mind, inspiring him.
 
The original book that Pei Zi Yun had written was only seven chapters long. After he was done editing and reworking it, he realized that he had reviewed and edited it a total of 11 times. Although it was still not the most perfect work ever done, it had certain standards. 
 
After gaining the knowledge of these three great experts, he did a complete makeover of his seven chapters, gaining insights he could never imagine. When he was done, he placed his hands on the table. He didn’t feel like sleeping yet. He started thinking about his Dao Arts, and realized that he didn’t need to practice due to the fact that he possessed the original owner’s memories. However, he needed to accumulate spiritual strength still.
 
In the blink of an eye, seven days went past. Pei Zi Yun had been writing every single day, and improving his work. He would then proofread the entire thing and made more changes.  Whenever he took breaks, he was practicing the Hundred Beast Movements in order to accumulate spiritual strength. At the end of the seven days, he smiled to himself, "It’s done”
 
He then shouted, “Men, prepare an ox-cart. I shall go to Hou Mansion.”
 
At that time High Scholar Fu and Yu Yun Jun were bringing someone to a room. The room was locked and the corridor was exceptionally quiet. Both of them had looks that were mixed with sorrow and happiness. When they pushed open the door, they saw that several old books were on the shelves, and the curtains had been drawn. A teacup and pot were on the table. Everything was the way it once was. 
 
“Ai, Mistress Cloud and I are here to see you again. I’ve wronged you……” High Scholar Fu said gently. There were three candles burning beside the incense burner. High Scholar Fu then whispered, “But you were in Paradise, and had no worries. It’s just that I’ve been suffering while yearning for you. I guess this is how I should make up for what happened.”
 
Yu Yun Jun was silent. If it weren’t for her, High Scholar Fu wouldn’t have entered the Dao as well. This was all fate. 
 
When they backed away, High Scholar Fu paused for several seconds, his face changing color as he tried to speak. Yu Yun Jun abruptly waved her hands to stop him, as her expression changed, “Eh?”
 
Before revealing an expression that was hard to describe.


Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

An old man was sitting in the waiting room of an operation room, he is around late-sixties and is wearing a hospital gown. Even with his age and strange attire, he still has a refined air about him. As he is waiting and reading a magazine another man comes in, much younger in his mid-thirties, dressed in a doctors gown with a mask and rubber gloves.

The doctor says, "Old Man Drake, are you sure you want to go through with the procedure? I know you are excited and treat this as your baby, but with your age, along with this being the first time this type of operation is being done on a human, there may be complications." 

The old man slowly puts down his magazine and looks at the doctor, "Little Matthew, once we get this through human testing, and a successful attempt, we will be able to market this, we already have many investors foaming at the mouth ready to give us their money. I have 100% trust in the bio chip, and you as a brain surgeon of many years."

The Doctor, Matthew, sighs and nods his head at the old mans stubbornness. He waves his hand towards the operation room. The old man stands up and grabs an ornate metal cane next to him and makes his way towards the room, at a slow, yet measured pace.

The old man enters the room and, his cane is taken by one nurse, while another comes and helps him on the operating table. The doctor comes in shortly after the old man. his eyes flash as he looks at the old man on the table, then determination fills them. 

The doctor motions to the nurses to put him under, and begins the operation.
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My eyes go dark, this may be the last time I ever open them, yet I do not care, for whenever I think of the thing I invented and spent many years of my life bringing into being, I cannot help but feel giddy like a child receiving a new toy.

I, Andrew Drake, along with a team of well respected scientist, have created a bio chip, a computer for your brain. Through much trial and error, we have finally developed two final designs, One for public commerce which is nice but very basic, and a very heavily modified custom version, equal to even the best quantum computers.

I myself spent many years working on an A.I. to help me govern the bio chip, for I am old and am sometimes forgetful. It will be unique to me because I have not leaked the source code, nor even shown anyone it yet.

I agreed to be the first to do the operation, because many others have families they need to care about. I am old, I have outlived my wife, and my son is more than old enough to take care of himself. I have written my will just in case.

After what feels like seconds, I am blinded by a bright white light above my head, I feel groggy and I say, "Damn, did I finally go to heaven?" This elicits a few chuckles from the doctor and nurses, it was just the ceiling light above my head.

I turn my head to Doctor Matthew, "Was it a success?" My heart is calm but my mind is running frantically. Doctor Matthew smiles and says, "Yes old man, Yes it was." This is followed by tons of check ups, and many logic test to see if I turned stupid.

Thankfully, I did not. A week later I am sent home with a clean bill of health. I get home and then start to work, adding my A.I. So that I will have many things setup. A day later, it is up and running and I get the first message!

-
Welcome! Please choose name:
Name: Andrew Drake
-
Host Registered: Andrew Drake
Preforming Body scan...
Scan complete...
-
Name: Andrew Drake
Status: Healthy
-
Preforming Memory Scan....
Scan Complete...
-
Sync: 100%
-

My chip, the special one has many added features that the normal ones do not, For example, cutting edge scanner technology, and a using a very peculiar process, we managed to be able to have a storage of a gegobyte, in such a small space, naturally only one can be produced over ten years, where I have the only one, and a second one is in progress.

Naturally I could store the whole internet if I so choose, but I won't, because the downloading would take longer than I have left to live. I start with having my personal library stored and uploaded. This only takes a couple hours, The scanners have a range of around one kilometer, pretty large, but hey, it is great. It does not need for me to open the books and completely scan the books.

I have over five hundred thousand books, varying from simple dictionaries, to advanced medical books. I would have more, but I limited only to non-fiction books, and some of the more famous literary works. There are even simple books describing how to make a fire, and other simple survival needs.

My colleagues would always joke about my book collection, and call me Thoth. Yet I would always joke that I don't have the chip yet, the knowledge isn't mine yet. Now I have it, at the tip of my mine whenever I need.

But sadly it is not completely true, it is like having a search engine in your brain, you have it there, but it takes a second to find it, and you cant formulate your own thoughts from it like normal memories and knowledge.

I will still have to read it like a book, but now it is all on the tip of my finger, with a thought and a few seconds, any topic I want will be brought up. Over the next few days I download some E-books for leisure and some other books to supplement the database. 

The news has been blowing up recently, some conspiracies about people disappearing in bright blue lights, it isn't too wide because there have only been some small cases of less noticeable people. People call it a hoax, some blame aliens.

I personally do not pay it much attention, but recently it has been going crazy because the president of the United States, during the State of the Union address, was surrounded in blue light and "Abducted" I front of many people, leading to mass panic. This lead to serious investigations into other situations, and all of the people who disappeared, have been reported to have bouts of dizziness and see "Blue Squares with squiggly white lines."

The numbers of people disappearing seem rather low for now though and the patterns as of who are targeted, are seemingly random. A month passes, and no one else have reported anything. I have been in the meantime reading personal books, while downloading some research assistants.

I've bought a drone and I have an overlay of its camera over my eyes, having the feeling of watching things from a birds eye view is kinda cool. At this moment I am hit with a bout of dizziness. I see blue squares with white squiggly lines. My heart drops, this has been denoted as a death sentence, no one knows what happens after.

I have my bio chip replay what just happened, and I am hit with dizziness as the same blue squares appear again. I still cannot see them, it is as if looking at them is what causes the dizziness. I know that this means there is almost no hope to change it in the limited twenty-four hour timeline. 

I start making the calls, sadly my son is unreachable, He is currently in France right now conducting a business deal, and my calls won't connect through. I hope I can see him one last time before I go. I go and sit in my room in my favorite reading chair.

I close my eyes and wait for tomorrow.

Andrew Drake, Multi-billionaire software engineer, After a twenty year long project, finally finished his dream of creating a computer brain chip, Along with his self created AI. 

Months later the world turns to turmoil, many people start missing in larger numbers, at first it was only speculated as a hoax, because the disappearances were rare, and infrequent. 

Yet many people had to believe when a nation leader was giving his speech and disappeared in the midst of a blue light.

Conspiracies anywhere from aliens to terrorist threats abound, yet no one knew the truth.

People quickly dug up any information about people who disappeared, looking for signs about it. 

Even with governments trying to suppress the panic, it was found out that people would report seeing visions of blank blue squares and have bouts of nausea.

They would then be reported missing twenty-four hours later. Andrew Drake had these symptoms, so unaware of what was to come, he prepared for the worst.

'Hmm?'

Grimm looked at the tall building in front of him and felt a bit astonished. The building was a few hundred meters tall, with a structure that looked like an upside-down "V".

"What a unique structure. It explains why it was stated on the map that this place would be very easy to identify. I didn't expect the Fundamental Knowledge Library of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings to have this unusual structure. This is quite refreshing," Grimm murmured to himself as he landed on the ground.

At the main entrance of the library, there was a long staircase with more than a hundred steps. A stone monument with the famous saying "Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, set to move the endless world"[1] written on it could be seen at the entrance, but nobody seemed to pay any heed.
 
The reason was because this type of stone monument was too common in the Sorcerer World.

Grimm gave a quick glance at the monument without any expression. Then he climbed up the stairs while maintaining his distance with the sorcerer in front.

A few humanoid robots were standing at the library entrance, each about three meters tall. Faint buzzing robotic sounds could be heard coming from their heads as they scanned the sorcerers who were passing by. Each robot had an automatic crystal ball monitor on their head to record the real-time dynamics in the library. Some rules and regulations of the library were stated on all of the robots' chests.

It was different during the sorcerer school era days when sorcerer-apprentices had to pay magic stones to get fundamental knowledge from the library, now as a Demon-Hunter, obtaining common and fundamental knowledge of sorcery subjects were free of charge. 

That was one of the basic perks of being a Demon-Hunter.
 
A few moments later… 
 
A female human-like creature with cicada wings on its back guided Grimm to the fifteenth floor of the library, where all the books about voodoos were kept.

The human-like creature thanked Grimm and left in delight as it received half a magic stone as its tip.

Grimm glanced at the wide range of books in the library under his Ashen Mask. Based on his estimation, it seemed like there were around thousands of books on that row of three-meter high bookshelf. 
 
Unlike the neat and tidy bookshelves back in the sorcerer school library, the different sizes of books arranged on this library shelf were slightly messy. There were even some ancient scrolls arranged at the bottom of the shelf which no one seemed to show any interest in.

These scrolls were considered as the "dross" of ancient sorcerers' knowledge system.

Needless to say, all of the knowledge in the books and scrolls here were highly related to voodoo, which was why they were here in the first place, even including the ancient knowledge which seemed like "dross" to modern sorcerers.

Grimm took his time and picked a few books that caught his interest. Using the repulsive and attractive forces, he made the books float in the air and started to read them one by one.

Ever since Grimm became an official sorcerer, he was able to use natural force to drive the repulsive and attractive forces in the gravity. Hence his repulsive and attractive skill was no longer limited to only using it on himself, he could now use them on other external objects as well.

As for the ancient scrolls, just like the other sorcerers who had been here before, Grimm did not pay much attention to them.

First, Grimm flipped open a book which was around one meter tall and half a meter thick. The title of the book was "Calculation Formula of the Allocation Equation for Nineteen Times Proportion Voodoo". After reading the introduction in the first few pages in detail, Grimm frowned and spent approximately another half an hourglass skimming through the book, and placed it back on the shelf in disappointment.

The calculation formulas in this voodoo book were probably rough estimations of voodoo measurement allocation written by pioneers of modern sorcerers.

This kind of abstract measurement allocation method was one of the major differences between modern sorcerers and ancient sorcerers.

Modern sorcerers categorized voodoo into seven categories based on the victim's different fatal reactions. Grimm had already known this when he first learned about intoxication sorcery, hence the details were of no importance.

On the contrary, before the second Civilization War, ancient sorcerers and even more ancient sorcerers before them treated elemental sorcery, voodoo, alchemy, and every other sorcerer knowledge much like mysticism. Unlike modern sorcerers, ancient sorcerers did not have structured and systematic calculation formulas for all that knowledge.

Ancient sorcery knowledge had been passed down one by one by ancient sorcerers using countless scrolls.

Different from modern sorcery knowledge, ancient sorcery knowledge was not concluded based on systematic calculations using the periodic table of elements. They were written by ancient sorcerers based on natural phenomenon and their own long term tentative experiments. As ancient sorcerers truly got themselves involved in the process of discovering all that knowledge, these knowledge systems where impeccably compatible with them. Eventually, all these abstract and uncertain theories turned into countless unexplainable ancient scrolls.  

In general, ancient sorcery knowledge is similar to the emergence of the Bloodlust Puppet sorcery. 

Although modern sorcerers were able to calculate some ancient sorcery knowledge and theories using backward reasoning, there were still some other bizarre and intriguing sorceries that were incomprehensible by modern sorcerers.

As ancient sorcerers consumed long periods of their lives in conducting sorcery experiments of a certain field of knowledge, they were usually elites in their field of focus. As a result, the level of their sorcery knowledge as a whole was much lower than modern sorcerers. However, since all of the ancient sorcerers' sorcery knowledge was concluded based on their own research and experiment, the knowledge they had gained was completely compatible with their own body.

Hence, almost each and every ancient sorcerer was at the same level as the deadliest sorcerer-apprentice!

But of course, although ancient sorcerers were very powerful, they were only powerful within a certain field of sorcery.

As systemic formulas and basic elemental knowledge of modern sorcerers popularized, a lot of sorcerers stopped exploring and creating sorcery knowledge that were fully compatible with them, which resulted in a huge number of "slackers" in sorcerer schools. Hence, in terms of individual capability, modern sorcerers were way behind ancient sorcerers. However, this characteristic of modern sorcerers completely transformed the overall capability of the sorcerer civilization, even to an extent that was unimaginable to ancient sorcerers. Therefore, it was safe to say that the ability of some elites among the "sorcerer slackers" was on par with ancient sorcerers.

The so called "sorcerer slackers" in the modern sorcerer civilization were simply referring to those sorcerer-apprentices who practiced sorcery by entirely copying what was stated on the sorcery books without much of their own critical thinking. Their highest attack level would be around 80 to 100 points, which merely made them qualified to serve as cannon fodder during the Holy Tower qualification battle.

The knowledge system of the modern sorcerer civilization was an era of civilization explosion where any sorcery knowledge could be obtained and learned at a faster speed than ever before!

Grimm turned the page of the second book about voodoo that sparked his interest. The book was written by a modern sorcerer.

After a while, Grimm shook his head once again in disappointment.

The fundamental voodoo theories in the second book were not too different from what Grimm had learnt about intoxication sorcery, including its way of thinking. The voodoo formula stated in this book was all concluded based on the author's own physical state and fundamental systematic calculations.

However, this was exactly the reason why Grimm was disgruntled.

There was not any part in the book that Grimm could learn from, it was just another simplified version of intoxication sorcery knowledge.

If Grimm had the time to slowly come out with a voodoo formula by doing calculations himself, what was the point of him visiting the library in the first place?

The sole reason behind Grimm's visit to the library this time was because he would be spending a long duration researching on the Destructive Force. During the research period, his elemental sorcery capability would be stagnant. Hence, he needed to find another way to enhance his capability to ensure survival, and also to gain more advantages to facilitate his experimental research.

If Grimm took his time to research a new voodoo formula using the theoretical calculations of intoxication sorcery, it would give him exceptional advances on the path to becoming an Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer[2]. However, without a doubt, researching on intoxication sorcery would consume a huge amount of his time. In that case, his plan to research and master the sorcery of the Destructive Force would be postponed indefinitely.

Most importantly, Grimm's ambition was to become an elemental sorcerer, not an Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer!

Grimm would rather be just like when he was a sorcerer-apprentice, being a nobody for hundreds of years and surprising everyone overnight, and becoming a greatly feared existence in the eyes of many sorcerers. The last thing he wanted was to become a mediocre sorcerer whose life was dictated by rules and destiny, and not to mention losing his own sense of identity.  

Therefore, there were three things that Grimm had to accomplish.

Firstly, to do his best to shorten the time frame of researching on the Destructive Force, and to end the stagnant period of his elemental sorcery capability as soon as possible. 

Secondly, to enhance his external capability of elemental sorcery during his stagnant period within the shortest time possible, so that he could protect his own life for experimental research, and even gain other advantages to expedite the research process of the Destructive Force.

Last but not least, to break through the sorcerer ranking in full force. Although in the aspect of foreign world expedition, this would not help Grimm to improve his leverage knowledge ability, it would still improve his mental strength fulcrum, which was another form of capability enhancement to protect his life.  

Considering the points above, Grimm would surely choose not to go through the lengthy time needed and hassle of walking on the usual path of cultivation, meditation, using normal intoxication sorcery to match the voodoo formula step by step and testing the formula on himself, and cultivating himself via body refinery...

Grimm's passive evolution ability had speeded up his progress on the self-experimentation of intoxication sorcery and saved a lot of his time. This eventually resulted in Grimm, an elemental sorcerer, fighting against elemental sorcery by using his constitution, which completely crushed the other elemental sorcerer-apprentices.

Of course, all of these were made possible because of the support of Master Peranos's radioactive stone, and also the "shortcut" he got by using the Evil Eye Kasmira. With the help of these two highly poisonous items, Grimm did not spend any time researching and developing any new voodoo formula.

At this moment, Grimm still had the urge to continue his foolish mistake of enhancing his capability in a short period of time.

While the consequences of doing so would be...

Perhaps Grimm could actually enhance his capability, but only temporarily. In the long run, his capability would even entirely cease to improve. Until a certain point in time, if Grimm still wanted to gain achievement on the path of intoxication sorcery, he would have no choice but to start all over again, calculating a voodoo formula which was compatible to him step by step.

Grimm would certainly pay a higher price if he continued on with this foolish mistake of his. This was one of the laws of equity of the endless world. 

Grimm continued to read the list of books one by one and shook his head in disappointment after disappointment.

'Well, I guess the only way for me to save time is to use magic stone or even sorcerer essence in exchange for voodoo formulas from other sorcerers,' Grimm thought to himself.

'If that's the case, these expenses…

'Hm?'

Grimm, who was frowning, unintentionally spotted an opened ancient scroll and was taken aback.

Suddenly, Grimm smacked himself on the head. His expression under the Ashen Mask was of excitement and delight.

'What on earth was I thinking?'

'How have I never thought of this!

'I was actually thinking of exchanging for modern voodoo formula with other sorcerers and letting all these bizarre ancient voodoo formulas go to waste!

'Although these ancient voodoo formulas have some flaws here and there, such as missing materials, incompatibility of toxicity, and difficulty in controlling the overall toxicity, but I can certainly still find some formulas that are suitable for my current intoxication anatomy refinery.'

After all, Grimm was still an Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer with a mere constitution of 139 points, most voodoo formulas would still have an effect on him. Unlike senior sorcerers who were already immune to a lot of voodoo formulas, Grimm did not have to be too picky with his voodoo formulas yet.

Perhaps these weird and unstable ancient voodoo formulas would be seen as useless in the eyes of other intoxication sorcery practitioners. However, for Grimm who could adapt to a wide range of voodoo formulas due to his passive evolution ability, some of these more stable voodoo formulas would still be acceptable. 

Still awestruck, Grimm hastily squatted down and searched through all the ancient scrolls eagerly. These were exactly the scrolls that were deemed as useless to many modern sorcerers, including Grimm himself just moments ago.

Three days later… 

Using his crystal ball, Grimm recorded six ancient voodoo formulas which he found from thousands of ancient voodoo scrolls, then he finally left the library satisfied with what he had obtained.

Over ten hourglasses later, Grimm flew back to his Demon-Hunter castle after he purchased some materials for his Destructive Force research and other ingredients for the ancient voodoo formulas. 


"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
...
Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

After handing a few Sickles over to Fred and George we continued random shops now really buying anything. Outside an old shop that sold used and stained robes, we found Percy sitting down reading a book called Prefects Who Gained Power. 

He looks over his book at Ron scanning us as well. "Go away please." 

Ron scoffs and I just smile "Why are you all alone reading a book on a day out with your family? Even Hermione doesn't do that and she was the second-best first-year." I say the last sentence while grinning at Hermione who is already glaring at me. Ron openly chuckles while I see Harry hide his laugh. 

Percy rolls his eyes and I hear him say 'childish' under his breath. He sighs "I can not be distracted from my goal… even for a moment." He goes back to his book ignoring us.

I shrug and Ron's face twitches as he ushers us away. "' Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out… he wants to be Minister of Magic…" He says in a spiteful tone under his breath. 

A wry smile shows on my face "It sounds like you don't want him to succeed."

Ron sighs "I want him to succeed, but it feels like he is pushing away from us. His family. Because we will harm his chances."

I put my hand on his shoulder "Wow Ron, that's probably the most insightful thing you've ever said. And very out of character."

He shoves me away a bit while Harry and Hermione laugh. "Sorry, let's go get our books, it's best to get the shopping done now."

We went to Flourish and Blotts to get our books stopping at small side places along the way. There were a few small stalls I liked, mainly the sweets, chocolate is still my favorite so far.

The bookstore was crowded with people all making a fuss to get in. Above the big show window of the store was a sign.

GILDEROY LOCKHART
Will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME 
Today 1230-430

My shoulders droop seeing how annoying it will be to get our books today… why today? I just watch the middle-aged witches clamoring to get in while a tired-looking wizard tried to get them orderly. Then possibly the worst words I could possibly hear come out of Hermione's mouth.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed in joy. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

I roll my eyes "Ah, yes all of those overpriced books, how fantastic." I say sarcastically. Hermione gives me a hmph as she pushes through the crowd of witches so we can get our books.

The line wound through the isles to the very back so it was squeezing through most of the time. We each grabbed a copy of Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and snuck to the front of the line where Ron and Hermione's parents were standing. 

"Oh, there you are, good, good. We'll be able to see him soon…" She sounded much too excited for this but oh well, not my wife. 

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget me not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

His appearance made me want to sigh from exhaustion, how much effort does that take every morning? Not a single wrinkle could be found on his robes and his hair perfectly stayed.

A short man was hopping from place to place taking photographs with a magical camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every flash of light. 

"Out of the way." He snarled at Ron trying to shove his way past. I shoved him before he could step on Ron which surprised the short man. "This is for the Daily Prophet, young man." He said in a rude ton. 

I step in front of Ron with a cold glare "Does it look like I care at all? Go around." I speak the last words slowly. 

The short man looked like he wanted to talk back but seeing Gilderoy look in our direction he stopped and took more pictures. Gilderoy locked eyes with me then with Harry and blanked out for a second.

"It can't be, is that THE, Harry Potter?" He said in surprise, the crowed parting between the two while whispering loudly.

Lockhart quickly grabbed Harry by the arm and brought him to the front of the crowd. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face was dyed red like a tomato, I look over and see Ron looks annoyed while Hermione looks infatuated. I chuckle a bit at the absurdity of the moment.

The reporter from the Daily Prophet was madly taking pictures as Harry put on a horrible fake smile. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography—which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge—" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," He shakes Harry aggressively as he smiles at him.

"that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

It clicks in my head, 'No wonder we have so many books written by him in the curriculum, he is the teacher and the books are all for one class. Wow, how narcissistic and greedy to make your own students buy your own book.' The crowd cheered loudly at his announcement however, ever Mrs. Weasley and Hermione.

As fast as Gilderoy pushes some books onto Harry he also pushes him away making him stumble over near Ginny. It's too loud to hear him but I see him mumble something and put the books he got into her cauldron with a blushed face.

My eyebrows raise. 'Progress.'

Dementors are personified depression, soul-devouring creatures with little intelligence. What would you do if you woke up in the body of one?

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"That's a lot of trust she put in you," Grand Secretary Fang said admiringly.
After all, the manual had been written by a mere 13-year-old girl; no one in their right mind would be able to believe it.
Feng Wu shrugged. "She's a trusting person."
"That's because she has faith in you." Grand Secretary Fang said emotionally, "Xiao Wu, it's very hard to come by a friend whom you can completely trust in life. Many people will live to the end of their days without ever meeting one. You're still so young and you've found that friend. I envy you."
Feng Wu grinned. "It's my honor to have her as a friend."
"And it was very lucky for her to have met you as well." Grand Secretary Fang was a little surprised by Feng Wu's reply.
Was she really a girl of 13? Sometimes, Grand Secretary Fang found her frighteningly mature.
"By the way," Grand Secretary Fang gestured at Chaoge, who was sitting in a tree a few steps away, "What are you going to do about that kid?"
Feng Wu smacked her forehead. "I'll think of something."
Grand Secretary Fang nodded.
Feng Wu spent the next few days reading around the clock. Her head had almost gone numb from all the reading, for the texts were all written in a pedantic style. It was only thanks to her great memory that she didn't mix them all up.
In a few days, Feng Wu had finished memorizing all 1000 must-reads.
She then moved on to the 10,000 extracurricular books, trying to memorize as much as she could.
Gifted with an eidetic memory, she flipped through the pages quickly.
The old man had been giving her a set of exam papers every day for the past few days, and her scores rose rapidly.
"Wow —"
When Chaoge saw Feng Wu's mark on the paper that day, her mind was blown!
"290?!" Chaoge almost jumped to her feet!
"Xiao Wu, you got 290? Are you even human? How did you do that?!"
Feng Wu only smiled bitterly. "I guess I'm doing alright."
She got 290 out of 300, which didn't reach her own personal standard.
Grand Secretary Fang darted a look at Feng Wu. "Kiddo, give yourself some credit. The college is known for its difficult exam. The highest score on the written exam last year was 260, and you're already 30 points higher. What more do you want? Leave some hope for the ordinary people, alright?"
Grand Secretary Fang was one of the top guns of Imperial College, and for him to make that comment meant a lot.
Feng Wu only gave him a wry smile.
"The exam is tomorrow; you should get some good rest tonight. You don't have to finish all the books. Don't push yourself too hard." Grand Secretary Fang then sent Feng Wu and Chaoge home early.
Watching Feng Wu leave, Grand Secretary Fang put his hands behind his back and recalled a message from Mr Lu.
"Yu Mingye, the one who's as famous as Jun Linyuan, is taking the exam this year as well."
General Secretary Fang smiled in resignation. It seemed that Xiao Wu wasn't going to get the top mark this year.
Feng Wu had no idea that Yu Mingye was a candidate as well. She and Chaoge took the last 100 books back home.
Sitting down on the carpet, Feng Wu grabbed a book and started reading.
One book… 
Two books… 
Three… 
She didn't even have time to eat, and Chaoge had to feed her with a spoon.
Although Chaoge was still handing in blank sheets, she had gone through a second round of detoxification already.
Following that, she was down from 75kg to 60kg.


She is a genius girl abandoned by her family in the 21st century.

He is an arrogant, black-bellied crown prince of an empire. A lofty existence that can cause the world to enter turmoil in his rage.

She plays dumb and takes advantage of him, tricking him, tormenting him, agitating him, running away after every successful attempt at flirting—an act no man can tolerate!

Helpless, he can only hunt her, drown her in love, seduce her to be his, but by a strange twist of fate, he is the one who falls for her first.

This is a story of a powerful youth and beautiful girl being on opposite side of an equally-matched game of romance.

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