Summary and Analysis of Literary Masterpieces.

Hi my name is Park Seohyun; people call me Seohyun though. I'm a 18 year old girl. I returned to Oakwood High School a today. I just returned from a trip in New York. But right now I hear whispers and I see pointing fingers. That is the hint that I'm not welcomed here.
I walk a slow pace toward my locker till I hear a familiar voice behind me.
Minsuh.
I turn around rapidly. Seeing her made my heart tingle. I look at her making eye contact with her. I give her a pleasant smile. That smile may have confused her for what she has done to me.
Let me tell you what she had done to me before the 2 years of my disappearance.
I was called delusional before I left. Sahng Minsuh was the only person I told that I had a dream.. 
A Lucid Dream.
 I will keep this summary short since I have classes soon.
"HEY DELUSIONAL GIRL! GET MOVING AND STOPPING WHISPERING TO YOURSELF!"
I look behind me seeing Seunghoon. I smile at him. "Do you miss me that much? Brother?". My brother despise me ever since I left him here. He looked at me in disgust. "This girl is still delusional thinking I'm her brother!" he'd laugh. "Are you sure brother? Or are you also delusional? You shouldn't ruin our family's reputation even more." I smile at him. He'd glare at me and run off. The whole school knows that Julian and I are siblings. So people now think psycho runs in the family. I head to my locker hearing laughs and giggles of what just happened.
 I get to my locker opening it up. I look inside with full of dust and books and notes from 2 years ago. I left before I got a chance to clean out my locker, so they just left everything that was left in there alone. I search for a certain book that was in my locker. I pick up old textbooks and books to search for this book. I finally found the book that read the title Key. I open up the book flipping pages to find the object. I finally get to the page where there was a hole. The hole held the key. I grab the key and walk towards the library throwing away the book passing a garbage can.

What is this? How should i take it? Positive or negative?. why now? 

"meera"

Who asked him about this? That too in calligraphy? Maybe he is commenting on my looks. I looked at my attire today. Its a good red salwar kameez. People rarely wear salwar here, most of them wear jeans so, he might think me different. I tried to answer myself for the question araised.

"meera",a stern and strong voice that made me to come back from thoughts. I looked at professor , he looked angry.
"you aren't concentrating here from the time class starts. ",his voice is full of impatience. he came forward and checked my notes, i wrote only few words that he dictated. 
"discipline doesn't come with studies, fine example", he mentioned me before class and i wasn't embrassed really.
"stand outside the class",he ordered and this is the major thing i want now. I moved out, this is the first time i am standing out, but no feel or guilty. What happened to my minute feelings today?
 I happened to look at dinesh smirking, i narrowed my eyebrows. He narrowed his eyebrow too and i folded my hands across chest. He copied my moves. Cool! I waved my hands back and forth limiting professor's eyesight , he did it too.

"dinesh , get out!", 

I smirked and he smiled while coming towards the door. he folded  his hands and stood at the another edge of entrance door. 

~bell rang in few minutes and i apologized to professor. He gave me few advise before leaving. I went to grab all my belongings where dinesh already is. He is different today, not the same rough and sober boy look.
"hey meera. A minute?", he called me by sitting on bench.
 I was surprised that he know my  name and also  i was little affected by the way he pronounced my name. i nodded and said yes. 
"i need your favour", he said by waving his legs on air. I was seeing his waving legs to avoid his eye contact and look. I  managed to reply in single word,"what?"
"i was working as a part time intern in a startup company. Sometimes, it involves calculative and summary work. i could manage calculation and i want to write the summary of datas i send to you",he looked serious.
I was fascinated as he tell. No one will dare to give me a job, because i obviously spoil it.he gives me a work, i felt more responsible and matured, And i love to gather datas to write summary. I nodded , my muscle system worked before my brain starts to work. 
"how often?", i inquired.
"not more than 2 days in a week",he said and patted himself.
Riya and asha came in search of me and they became curious as they seen my conversation with him.

Chapter 3
"facetime with sooooooooman, girls please dont peek out!", asha warned smilingly.
"ahaan! If you would have did this without telling us, you might had peaceful conversation. But now,..", riya chased harder to grab her mobile. Both climbed on bed and fought, i wondered what soman might be seeing in facetime chat.

~mobile beeps ~
They were fighting still, i took riya's mobile and stunned by the sender name—vicky! after a long battle whether to open this message or not, i pressed the button to open. Immediately, riya seized her mobile from my hand. 
She opened the message and gave me a idiotic smile.
"what?", i frowned and pretended like there is no interest in their relationship. I gathered all our scattered book and arranged. 
She started it after little time. "actually... i couldn't tell exactly we are friends. If i say, it would be a lie",riya started and asha cutted her face chat, we both were focussed on what she going to tell next. My heart beated faster for some reason.
"but even i couldn't name it as a  relationship",she said by clenching her fists.
"its something inbetween. I like him{she breathed and tried to find words)... maybe,  .. i need time...", she took a huge gap between words and  looked helpless. I seen different riya today. Asha and i didn't want to ask anything more, where she is not sure and convenient.

I dont know why, they are more comfortable to sleep on my shoulder and lap rather than cot. Also i had deep sleep with them on floor than being in single member cot.

I reached early today to get sapiens book from library. The book i had been reading from my 10 th grade, i still couldn't complete it. It takes me nearly 15mins to understand one entire page. After a long search, i got it from a shelf and i searched the reviews  in the internet. I know this is the best book but still i like to hear some good reviews about the book , it keeps me excited and energetic.

"excuse me", an unfriendly voice.
 I ignored it and concentrated on reviews. A group of four girls stood before me and i found one girl familiar- deepika. There will be a girl in every college, undoubtedly the best looking and gets popular in few days. yes, deepika. She is from fashion designing department. She is the only girl in whole college whom dinesh talk to , except yesterday. I seen her with him many times, few rumoured them as friends from childhood and few called them lovers. I literally dont care what it is... just maybe a little... i wasn't sure....
"i need that book",she pointed the book i had by waving her little hair with one hand and another on her hip. Her friends smiled at me ironical. For some strange reason(maybe the reason is obvious), i dont like her. is she really trying to depreciate me by her actions or i feel like she doing just because i dont like her.
"umm. Left with only few pages, i will return this book in two weeks.", i muttered.
"i am not asking, i said i need it",she demanded.
"i am impressed with your way of dressing sense", one of her friends chuckled sarcastically  by analysing me up and down.
I never fought with girls before. In this situation, to avoid arguement , fight or misunderstanding i usually give up. But, there is something special with her, i wanna fight. Before i speak,

"there is enough space to keep someone inside", deepika said by holding my salwar suit. Others joined with her laugh.
 I used to wear loose clothes since, they are comfortable and gives good space for air. as she talk, few people gathered around us.

"you look like a toothpaste  covered by an aluminium thin foil sheet in this outfit", a girl in blue t shirt giggled. I was little ashamed and i want to hide somewhere where no one can find.

"hey , wait! do you have a eating disorder?",a girl who tattooed asked by scrubbing her neck and a simper on her lips. They Constantly throwing me some words .

No one in this entire world called me skinny, except my mom. Even i weigh 70 pounds, my mom tell me i am lean and unhealthy. But these girls, trying to annoy me for something that  i am not. May be this loose suit, showing them like i am stick. I was bit confused, i am sure that's the thing they want. I wanted to hide my expression, but i couldn't. I checked myself. Am i really became skinny, maybe because of mess and hostel food?

"do you need help to carry that book?", deepika referred the book i had and smirked. i just handed the book to her to escape from their irritating words. i feared that i will get inferior feel soon. I took my steps faster than i can and striked on a rock. Not exactly a rock,i looked up and its dinesh. Why i am always meeting him in frustrated mood. His smile turned concerned and  he was about to ask something but, i ignored him and moved towards hostel.

This story is about a girl from village and a boy from City. They together come across avrious dilemma, love, romance and problems. How she console her joint family to accept Dinesh and how they faced their hurdles. A beautiful love story ends with a tragedy.

The drawing of magic circles and carving of runes was a very technical job, and it was this world's unique product. It wasn't like a pure 'drawing' like everyone imagined. It was indeed as simple as drawing according to the blueprint, but in order to become a Runemaster, one couldn't just learn to draw.
If drawing magic circles were as easy as following the blueprints, an ordinary person would be able to do it. Even a commoner who couldn't sense magic could draw the magic circles as long as they were instructed on how to draw and what to use when drawing. It would become a simple 'produce-then-repeat' job.
Apart from the production and repetition, Runemasters would need the ability to create and to adapt according to situations. They would need to assist Mages to produce magic tools or draw the magic circles on various complicated magic-guided materials. Each magic tool and magic-guided material had different attributes, and when put together, there could be countless variations. It inevitably meant that they couldn't just draw magic circles according to the blueprints… They had to change the runes' sequence on the magic circle according to the materials and the function of the magic circle. Or they would have to make minute adjustments to the runes' positions and the methods of connections.
In short, the Runemasters were creating 'blueprints'. Each time they drew, they would draw the first edition of the blueprint and make a new creation.
And this process would require the ability to sense magic and to conduct 'tuning' for the runes.
The ability to sense magic would be used to make sure every rune was working normally during the process of the drawing as well as to sense if there was any disturbance between the runes that were above the threshold. The ability to 'tune' would be to inject one's own magic into the runes to conduct a practical test… Runemasters might not be able to activate the entire magic circle, but it was possible for them to test parts of the rune array.
To do these two things, one had to be an official Grade 1 Mage. Apprentice Mages definitely wouldn't be able to do such things as apprentice Mages didn't have the ability to sense and control complex runes. Their magic wasn't precise enough and couldn't be released outside their bodies. If they could do these things… they would have graduated.
Jenni's information clearly stated that she was an apprentice Mage.
Jenni had heard Gawain's question clearly during the first time, but she didn't know how she should reply. She hesitated and considered for a long time before she lowered her head and said, "It was luck, my lord."
"Luck?" Gawain's brows lifted and didn't sound like he was convinced.
"Yes, luck." Jenni's head was still lowered as she said, "I have great intuition and would always be able to find the correct method to arrange the runes. You should know that there is a certain rule for rune sequences. With enough experience and intuition, one would be able to accurately arrange those—"
"If it was really luck, then before you accumulated enough experience, you would already be dead." Gawain interrupted Jenni and said, "I might be a knight, but I know the fundamental principle of magic. For a magic circle, each rune's position and connection method are relatively strict. You would have to already be familiar with all of the rune's rules and their formation methods in this world. Otherwise, it is impossible for you to arrange all the runes in their proper positions. Rune sequences might have a rule to comply with, but I have never heard of anyone analyzing all the rules of the rune sequences. It is also because it is impossible for humans to write down all the rune combinations. Thus, there is a need for the abilities to 'sense' and to 'tune'."
As Gawain talked, he stared at the silver-haired young lady in front of him and said, "Raise your head and tell me the truth… Without the ability to sense and tune, how are you able to know each position of the runes and the effects each rune would generate?"
Perhaps Gawain's tone was too stern, it caused Jenni to shiver uncontrollably, and she didn't even dare to speak. When Heidi saw the situation, she recalled that Gawain had instructed her to assume the roles of a stern individual and a lenient individual. Therefore, she used a gentle tone to say, "You don't have to be nervous. This isn't the royal capital that has strict rules or the oppressive and inflexible Association of Mystics. We welcome and encourage all actions that would be beneficial to the construction of the territory. It is fine even if the actions are unorthodox."
Jenni finally raised her head and looked at Gawain. The latter nodded sternly. "I can guarantee that creative ideas are protected in this place. Because I am the law of this land."
"It actually isn't a creative idea." The silver-haired apprentice Mage who was a Grade 4 Runemaster had finally spoken. She then turned to the bedside and retrieved a large and heavy book. "It is through logic and calculation."
Gawain put his hand on the book but still asked, "Can I take a look?"
"Of course, you are the feudal lord."
Gawain opened up the book that looked rather old and realized it was actually a book of handwritten notes. The yellowed pages were filled with runes, numbers, calculation methods, diagrams, etc. There were writings that were already blurry due to wear and tear. He casually flipped through and realized that the handwriting on this notebook wasn't uniform. There were at least four different handwritings in the book, and they appeared sequentially from the front to the back. It was obvious that this notebook had gone through four different owners, and each owner had written down their own records.
This book seemed to have verified Gawain's indistinct conjecture. He was almost excited and inspired as he flipped through the pages rapidly. It had caused Jenni who was seated directly opposite to worry if her precious notebook would be daMaged due to the violent flipping. As Gawain was flipping through rapidly, his vision was suddenly attracted to an attached piece of paper that was sandwiched in the latter half of the notebook.
This piece of paper had been pasted to the middle of the page with glue, and there seemed to be an additional annotation or summary. The words on it caused Gawain to suffocate for a moment: [E/N: Yeah, just skip through the next few paragraphs.]
"…All inferior rune's energy levels have an energy ratio of 1:3 as compared to runes that are one grade higher. If inferior runes are continuously connected, three would become one, making it a complete rune that is one grade higher."
"…Random runes of the same grade, same positions, and different attributes can only be connected no more than eight times. Runes of the same grade, same positions, and same attributes can only be connected no more than four times."
"…When the originating character and the ending character of random runes form a 'bond', each 'bond' rune's interior could be filled with connecting fields that must be an even number. Every two connecting fields are considered a 'pair'. The number of 'pairs' is X and every 'bond' rune would develop energy level X+1."
"…In a magic interference area, two completely identical and adjacent runes would produce an 'interference bond'. The overall interference in the area produced would drastically increase due to the increase of interference bonds. A single interference bond has the interference value of constant t=1.35, and when the interference bond's number is n, it would cause an actual overall interference value of m=t*n3. (Note: Avoiding identical runes being adjacent to one another would greatly decrease the production of interference bonds)."
"…Among magic-guided materials, purple copper is 'zero' grade; those weaker than purple copper would be negative; those superior or equivalent to purple copper would be positive. Positive magic-guided materials can endure theoretical interference value M during rune connections. The number of rune bonds is set as N, and the number of rune attributes is set as Z. Interference values produced by interference bonds are set as t. As such, magic-guided materials within the range of a rune combination would be able to endure a theoretical interference value of M=(N+Z*N)*t. The negative magic-guided materials would divide the interference value by the constant E=1.66…"
"In all circumstances, the actual interference (m) should be smaller than the theoretical interference value (M)…"
"In multifunctional magic circles, the formula for 'self interference' produced by the rune bonds is…"
"In multifunctional magic circles, the optimal arrangements for runes should follow…"
There were even more records at the back.
There were massive quantities of formulas, rules, and logical deductions filling up this paper attachment. There were also a lot more on the page behind this attachment. Gawain merely took a glance and judged that this was already a summary and derivation that had practical value.
It seemed like they weren't the ultimate result. Furthermore, there were also limitations due to the era. Many summaries were purely the product of experience and lacked definite formulas. There were also plenty that had messy formulas and had yet to be simplified and merged to become formulas that could be used anywhere. Moreover, these things weren't arranged into a system and were scattered and accumulated individually without any rules.
But they were already extremely astonishing things.
"Are these summarized by you?" Gawain looked with wide eyes while asking with surprise.
"No, no…" Jenni answered with a little panic. "Not all of it. Only a part of this notebook was written by me. The other parts… are the legacy of the predecessors."
When speaking of the words 'legacy of the predecessors', her face had an obviously dull and sorrowful expression.
"Mm… that's right. There are at least four kinds of handwriting on it." Gawain lowered his head and looked at the notebook. He then continued to flip and suddenly realized that the words in the beginning were rather familiar. After verifying for a moment, he turned to look at Heidi. "Did you bring that notebook along? The rogue Mage's notebook."
The rogue Mage's notebook was simply a treasure in the eyes of Gawain, but the most precious thing recorded inside was knowledge and not the notebook itself. Hence, he had made a copy of the notebook and kept that copy with him, but he had given the original as a present to Heidi, who was passionate about magic research.
Heidi nodded. "I have it. I just happen to be researching the interchangeable rune combinations inside it for the past two days…"
As she spoke, she took out that book of old notes which Gawain placed on the table. He then compared it with the notebook from Jenni… As expected, one quarter of Jenni's notebook had the exact same handwriting as the rogue Mage's notes!
This thick and old notebook was also one of the rogue Mage's legacies? Furthermore, these had been circulating in the Mage's circle and had been researched and carried on by at least three other individuals?
"This…" Jenni saw the notebook that Heidi had taken out, and it caused her to subconsciously say, "Do you know the owner?"
"I have met him." Gawain replied casually and pointed at Jenni's notebook that contained the rune calculations. "Since you have this, does it mean you met him too?"
"It is very regretful. When I obtained this notebook, it had already switched hands three times." Jenni shook her head and asked, "You have seen him? Where is he now? Could he be in this camp too?"
The Runemaster's expression was filled with traces of reverence and excitement. However, Gawain had to disappoint her. "He has already passed away. My notebook is his legacy. Of course, now there is also your notebook."
Jenni opened her mouth, but it ultimately turned into a sigh. "Is that so…"
"You said this notebook has switched hands three times. Where are the previous owners?" Gawain didn't give Jenni a lot of time to immerse in regret and immediately asked, "Those people that carried on the research, are they in the royal capital or the Association of Mystics? Can you contact them?"
"They… are dead too." Jenni's tone suddenly became even gloomier. "The second owner had died in an adventure. The third owner is also my previous master. He is Master Ravencrest, and he perished in a mission arranged by his mentor… Constant E=1.66 is his legacy."


During Gawain transmigration, a little problem occurs.
After hovering in the sky above the land of a strange world for over hundreds of thousands of years, he realizes that perhaps his transmigration is completed by acquiring a physical body.
Never did he imagine that he would have to guide the body out of a coffin after going through great difficulties to obtain it, only to come face-to-face with his two extremely shocked great-great-great-great... great-granddaughters, and also—
Be thrust into a world that's the verge of its era’s end.

Sui Xiong's plan was well executed, and no one disturbed Damwade's work.
As usual, Damwade studied, did his research and worked on a farm. He was doing work that other magicians regarded as "self-abasement," that other magicians would never do.
In fact, some people doubted him, but after a couple days, they found that Damwade was indeed doing some ordinary work. So they gave up.
Did Damwade really do the same thing every day?
Generally speaking, it was almost the same. There was no big change in the research. But if someone looked at his research notes, they would find that there were some differences from those of the previous records. The previous records were chaotic, while his recent notes were well organized and easily understandable. The content was not related to the research data, but it was more like a summary of his research data.
This was something that Crick taught him. It was the most effective way to "hide a secret."
It was very normal for a magician to take notes when doing research. No matter how superb the spies were, they couldn't peek at Damwade's notes. And it was no use peeking at the notes because the spies wouldn't understand them.
In fact, Damwade was writing his book called Agricultural Textbook.
Because of his excitement, he had to cast some calming spells on himself in addition to routine protective spells every day. After that, he could ensure that he wouldn't laugh out of control when he was writing this book.
What he looked like was totally an ordinary magician who was quiet and focused on his research. Apart from the bizarre content of his research, there was nothing strange.
A month later, Damwade finished his first draft.
"No." After reading his first draft, Crick shook his head critically. "You've written in the wrong direction."
"Written in the wrong direction?" Damwade took up the draft and said in puzzlement. "What's wrong?"
He really didn't understand. He had written all of the research data and his understandings in recent years. How could that be wrong?
"There are at least two obvious mistakes in your book," Crick sighed and said. "The first one was the logic mistake."
"Ah? I think I've written logically."
"That's what you think," Crick shook his head and said. "When you read this book, you will think at your own position instead of the position of a reader who does not understand agriculture at all. So you omit a lot of details that you need to explain and skip a lot of content that you think is basic knowledge. This is a mistake that professional scholars would easily make. Those who get some magic notes of the great magicians often find that the notes are difficult to understand. They clearly understand every word, but they can't understand when words are linked. As for your book, I believe most mages could understand it, but you should know that the target reader of your book in the future are people who have less knowledge than mages."
Damwade realized where he was wrong and opened his mouth widely.
"The second mistake is your expression," Crick said. "Do ordinary people understand your expression?"
"Why can't they? Isn't that easy to understand?"
"Easy?" Crick sighed and read one sentence, "'The way to set ridges, or take ridges.' What do you think of this one?
"I understand it."
"To be honest, I can also understand, but I guess those readers who have little knowledge can't," Crick sighed and said. "You know, this book is not for scholars to exchange views, but for ordinary people to learn how to farm!"
Damwade looked blank. "What should I write?"
Crick thought for a moment and said, "Like this one, you can write, 'The way to make ridges in the fields requires dividing the land into rows one by one. There should be no difference between high and low places. The high places are called ridges, and the low places are like small ditches, which can be used for watering and fertilizing.' This would be easier to understand."
"Okay... But that's too simple!" Damwade was shocked and said. "A bard never writes in such simple language, let alone a spellcaster like me... If I really wrote in this simple language, I'm sure I would be a laughingstock."
But he finally made up his mind.
"Fine! If it's just that the book should be written in a simple language, then I don't care if I become a laughingstock. If I can become a god by doing so, then I will!" he said firmly. "I want to be a god! I don't care about others' views. Who would call a god a laughingstock? If you can be a god, you can do whatever you want."
The more he talked, the more excited he became. He squeezed his fist tightly, and his eyes were shining again. He became crazy.
Crick looked funny, but he could not help but sigh.
Damwade was a mid-rank mage in his early thirties, and his achievements were not bad. However, in the Mifata Federation, there were so many talents. He was not outstanding. Without a strong supporter, he could not become a mercenary and seek a long-term contract to continue his research.
Then he was hired by Crick to work in Keane Hill for more than ten years. Over the past ten years, he worked hard and did not complain. No matter what orders Crick issued, he carried out them faithfully. He had never refused to do anything, even to help farmers.
In order to avoid disaster, he came to Void City and did not study anything related to explosions. He was immersed in the study of agriculture for more than ten years, and his strength was just at the level of an advanced mage.
How could such an ordinary mage not be excited when faced with the opportunity of being a god?
It was amazing that Damwade didn't show his desire for being a god in his daily life.
"Calm down, you're so excited." Crick laughed and patted Damwade on the shoulder.
"Relax. Your Majesty, he is easy-going and reliable. He says you have a chance to become a god, and that is true. There's a big possibility. Every person that was mentioned by Your Majesty has become a god afterwards."
Damwade closed his eyes and took deep breaths several times before he calmed himself down again.
"You're right. I'm too excited. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Anyone in your situation would be excited. I can understand you."
Damwade's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Then... so were the God of Knowledge and the God of Medicine?
Crick said, "I don't know. I'll ask them."
In fact, there was no need to ask. He and Sui Xiong were the same person, and memory was also interoperable. He could recall it.
But he couldn't say that. Fortunately, the Holy Spirit and gods could be contacted at any time. It didn't take much time to ask.
A few seconds later, he laughed and said, "When the God of Knowledge knew that he could become a god, he was very excited and swore allegiance to His Majesty immediately. The God of Medicine started to meditate in seclusion, without good food or clothes, in the research room. Well, you're probably a little more excited than the God of Knowledge, but you're calmer than the God of Medicine."
Damwade kept silent for a moment and then smiled.
"It's a wonderful experience to be compared to two great gods," he said. "I don't know why, but I've calmed down now."
"Because you know you can succeed," Crick said. "When a person is determined, his mood becomes calm."
"To be honest... I'm not sure," Damwade grinned bitterly and said. "I always found it hard to believe that just summarizing an agricultural textbook and spreading it out can make me a god?"
"If you just did it for yourself, of course not. But you're doing it for the Church of the Void Mask. It will be an 80% assurance," Crick said.
"It will be an 80% assurance? That high?"
"In fact, I underestimated it. Unless you are killed before you succeed, it will be 90%. The last 10% is that you must not get too excited and fall ill."
Damwade could not help but laugh. "You're still so funny after all these years!"
"I've only died once. Everything is okay for me now. People will naturally be more relaxed and interesting when they are peaceful," Crick also laughed and said. "You know the Boy of Ceremony, don't you? A merry god. I'm on good terms with him.
"You show off!"
"Ha ha, why are you so smart!"
They laughed and talked, and then Crick said goodbye.
When he left, one mage smiled at a glittering crystal ball in front of him in a house not far from Damwade's residence.
"What does Crick Keane want to do?"
"What else can he do? It must be his territory," a soldier next to the mage said. "He has no children. The heir of his family is his sister. At that time, he was desperate to protect his sister's safety and the inheritance of the Keane family. Now he takes some actions. What else does he want besides that?"
"Hasn't Keane Hill been developing well these years?" Another mage asked. Although it didn't have a big harvest, it has been progressing steadily. I remember... this year, the Thunder Lord also issued an order to promote Keane Hill as the Viscount Hill. His sister, Anna Keane, is now a viscount."
"That order was not good!" the soldier, who was the leader of the spy group, sneered and said. "The responsibility of a viscount is quite different from that of the baron! Do you know how much wealth Keane Hill gave as a reward for this promotion?"
He looked at his subordinates and reached out his fingers. "This number!"
"My God!"
"My God!"
"How nice it would be if the money was given to me!"
"I suspect that it was probably because of this that he suddenly appeared. He had been hiding behind the scenes as the Holy Spirit, training His Majesty's Corps of Divine Envoys for the Void Mask." There was a flash of light in the soldier's eyes. "Otherwise, why wouldn't he hide himself anymore? Why does he appear?"
The subordinates nodded, and all agreed with his judgment.
"But I still don't understand why he contacted Damwade?" The soldier thought about it and frowned. "Damwade, this fellow... After the big explosion on Keane Hill, he fled to Void City. Everyone speculated that he was related to the explosion, and many people doubted him. But in these years, he has been dealing with mud, crops, garbage, excrement and other things. Most of his friends here are peasants or some low-ranking civil servants. That big explosion seemed to have nothing to do with him..."
"Ah? Really?" the surveillance mage was shocked and said. "Aren't we wasting time then?"
Unlike other spies, they were spying on the earth-shaking explosion that Keane Hill had. The power of the big explosion was astonishing. Many people wondered if Crick Keane had found a way to detonate the Divine Curse in his body. But others thought that Damwade had developed some powerful explosives. If not, why would Damwade run to the Void Mask Land overnight?
Many people doubted him. But in these years, Damwade had no intention of studying explosives at all. Instead, he was doing some farming as he had done at Keane Hill. Gradually, the spies were disappointed, leaving one after another. Only this group was left.
If Damwade really had nothing to do with the explosion, this group would leave as well.
It was good for spies to be able to retreat safely, but it was a pity to waste more than ten years on a mission! After all, ten years is precious in our lives!
The soldier was silent for a moment and shook his head. "I'm still not sure... Or, I'm still not reconciled! I always feel that he must know something, but he has decided to bury those secrets in his heart and never tell."
"What a pity! If we weren't in Void City, we could have caught him and tortured him, even use magic to pull out his soul for interrogation."
"If we weren't in Void City, I'm afraid it would not be our turn," another mage said.
The soldier laughed dumbly. "You're right. We're not big men either. How could it be our turn!"
He clapped his hands and drew the attention of his subordinates. "Anyways, let's not slack off and keep looking. I believe that as long as we keep looking, we will find clues sooner or later!"
"I have a strong hunch that things will not end like this!" There was a shimmer in his eyes. "Crick Keane's appearance is a sign!"


In the world, there were gods who obeyed the rules, whether good or evil. But there were also evil gods who defied the rules. 
When a traverser was confronted by the rules that he could never conform to, the resulting collision marks the beginning of the story of an evil god…
This is the story of a good man who transformed into a great jellyfish, then traversed his world to arrive at a world of swords and magic. His journey of searching and exploring eventually led to him remaking nature and changing the world. 

Hmmm.... I check myself in the mirror,  as I comb my hair.... I seem to have lose some weight,and have faint dark circles around my eyes.... but it cant be help... I will dap it with more foundation, I thought... 


Sigh!!  from now on,  I will need to focus in my future.... I always want to be an independent woman someday... No more side track... Fighting!!!


With what I thought as a strong determination, I set out for college... I will have tons to catch up on.... I might visit the library and start making notes... last minute preparations are very tiring,  I reminded myself..... 


During lunch break,  I saw Esha sitting under a tree and reading while having her lunch... 
" Hey,  whats up? " I ask
"  Oh,  hey,  Ash it is you!! " She was happy to see me. 
"  Yep,  its me,  in flesh!!  Haha, " I replied. 
"  Come and sit, lucky you didn't attend last week,  We have to prepare a summary of our view for this book. " She said,  with boredom... 
"  Oh,  really? It looks interesting though" I said. 
" You can read and write for me then... " She said with a  giggle. 


At that moment.... 

"  Hey, Michelle!!,  Come and join us" Esha shouted...
my heart skip a beat on hearing her name... 

I slowly turned my head behind to see Michelle coming towards us.... 
' Ok,  you can do it. Focus on career' I reminded myself. 

"Hello,  girls! " Michelle chirp... 

' Oh,  how can you be so beautiful!! ...' I ask in my head. 

"  So  how are you feeling?? " Michelle asked... 
"  Oh,  I am feeling better. " I replied to her. 
"  Have you eaten properly? you seen to have lose weight... you even got dark circles under your eyes... " Michelle looked worried as she said. 

At that time, I felt like a princess being pampered....atleast someone cares about me,  I thought... tears started to weld up.... 

"  We were worried, we thought if you wouldn't show up today,  we would drop by your place... to check on you... " Esha added... 
" Oh,  ahem, I am much better now... " I said. 

I was very relieved that I showed up... it would be mess if they would see me all messed up and in chaos.... 

"  You got a very beautiful bracelet there" Esha comment. 
The comment brought agony and my heart felt it got tighten... 
I remember clearly the day she got the bracelet... 

" Oh,  thanks,  I got it as a gift. " Michelle replied.... 

' Dont you dare ask the question.... not here,  in my presence ' I was pleading in my mind to Esha... but she had to ask... 

"  Who gave it to you, someone I know. " Esha tease looking at me as well.... 

I was scared as well as curious as to know, how she would address the boy ... it felt like walking on the sharp edge of a blade.... 


"  Haha,  silly,  I got it from my brother. " She laughed out loud. 

Cough, cough cough !!!!!! 
I choke on hearing that... 'What????? Brother!!!!' Seriously!!!! 
I thought about myself, and burst out laughing so hard....that I think I might have farted....

As I, Ashley decides to start a new life after moving to a new place and to a new college. But things does not seem to go according to my plan. Everything was going haywire, mother was still on alcohol, dad was also a mess, and the worst part I discover a new self of myself which I didn't even want to think about it..

The public library was much smaller then the library in the Flamesmith clan. It was only a floor tall. Leon walked in, everything was free of charge and everyone was allowed to borrow books. So he didn't have to worry about being stopped from reading anything. 

Leon went and looked around. He saw regular books as well as arts. Unlike the Flamesmith clan which separated the two into two separate Libraries. 

The public Library was small so Leon found what he was looking for quickly. He saw a shelf full of Arts. But not just any <Tier 0> arts, <Tier 0> arts focused on the body.

Leon picked two arts and read the summary on their first page. He had gotten a glimpse of all other arts and these two looked the most promising.

"<Pounding skin Art> let your body be hit by a thousand punches everyday while saying this chant to make your body stronger."

"<Charred finger Art> Touch a candle flame with your finger and slowly make your finger heat resistant."

"I can't train the first art, without the slaughter qi reinforcing my body, I won't be able to last 3 punches. The second one isn't even close to what I want. Let's see the others." Leon was losing hope after reading the first two. 

He picked another book and read it.

"<Knife block Art> Stab yourself in the chest with a knife and if you survive stab yourself again do this until your body gets stronger." 

After reading the arts summary, Leon read it again, he flipped through the book and the art was exactly what the summary had said it was. 

"F*ck! I didn't know there were Arts that taught suicide!" Having read the book Leon was fuming, the author had written such pompous trash. If he didn't get angry he wouldn't be human.
 
Everyone in the library looked at Leon. Because of the commotion. The librarian moved to Leon. 

"Sir all the books here aren't very helpful. All the body arts are either useless or incomplete. I recommend you check the elemental arts over there." 

Leon nodded but continued to see the next few books. Seeing that Leon wasn't listening the librarian shook his head as he walked away. 

"<Hopeful art>, just hope you get stronger, and if you hope enough it will happen."

He didn't even have words for this art. He just ignored and moved on. 

"<Gold Hope art>, fill a bathtub with gold, melt it and then sink yourself in it, you will then gain the gold body ability." 

"<Water Hope art>, put yourself in a bathtub of water and hope you get stronger." Another book was added to the pile on the floor.

"Why don't any of these have any chants or runes?" 

Leon was getting annoyed, he felt the last four book he read were similar. He checked who the author was and his deduction was proven right. They were all by the same author- Lucky Devil. 

He went though all the books and picked out two more books by the author called <Fire Hope art> and <Happy Body art>. One was to burn yourself and pray to God that you'll gain the flame body while the other was to be happy with yourself and stop trying to cultivate your body. 

Leon picked up the books and tried to see if there was a secret in the arts. After flipping through them he threw them all to the side. 

"Useless, F*ck! I didn't know such trash arts existed!" 

Leon picked up the last book on the shelf, "<Beast Bloody body Art>. Bathe in bestial blood to grow stronger." 

A sigh of relief left Leon's mouth. He read through the whole thing and finally found something he could use. "The art is complete but is to complicated for a Tier 0 art. It needs you to collect beast blood, the fresher the better. Then you need to cover yourself in it and form a rune." Leon flipped to the last page that showed the image of some type of ancient writing inside a circle. 

"The rune will take up around 10% of the energy of the beast to form. It will then be able to absorb energy from the surrounding passively and make the body of the cultivator stronger. The talent of the beast will determine the rate of body strengthening of the rune and maximum limit it will strengthen the body to."

Leon scrutinised the picture of the rune on the last page and was surprised. "It's so complicated? Even I would need to concentrate to draw something like this, how could your normal mortal do this?" 

"But I can see why it would be useless to most people. Mostly mortals would cultivate this art so they won't be able to kill beasts by them selves. They'll have to buy it or pay someone else to help them kill it. Even if they get the beast blood it is difficult to form the rune, then even more so to form such an unstable one."

"Even if the mortal somehow forms the rune the effects would severely lackluster as the passive strengthening from a low talent beast will barely be felt and high talent beast are hard to find and hard to kill." 

Leon closed the book. A page fell out into the floor.

Leon picked it up and saw that the tea stained  page had the words 'Beasts Rank List' written on top.

"The beasts rank List? Is this suppose to be a ranking of beasts by strength?" Leon thought as he looked at the numbers next to the names. 

"Ranking beasts has been done so many times. There are to many variants to such a list. But only a few are truly recognised as correct." 

Leon looked at the names of beasts. A lot of the name were faded but he could make out some of them. He read the ones he could make out.

"First place: <Dragons>"

"Third Place: <Demons>"

"Fifth place: <Angels>"

"Tenth place: <Devils>"

"Fifteenth place: <True Faeries>"

"Forty second place: <Dryards>"

"Ninety ninth place: <Butterflies>"

Having seen tens of thousands of different beasts and multiple versions of such lists, Leon felt that he had the right to judge the validity of the list.

"The Dryards should be higher up, at least in the thirties. While the butterflies should be at least in the top fifty. The most frightening beast I've ever seen was a Butterfly." Thinking of the butterfly made a chill go down his spine. 

"Demons have also been overestimated they don't deserve a spot in the top ten."   

"All the other spots are unknown. But I can't believe I almost forgot that, I know the future I can go and contract talented beasts before the Summoners who contracted them in my past life have the chance." Leon felt a little better. He knew the location hundreds of beasts that he could contract. Other then knowing future events he had another advantage. 

Leon kept the list back into the book. He then went back to the Liberian to borrow the Beast Blood body art. 

The Liberian saw the book and shook his head, "This book may have a cool name, but it isn't any good, you should go look for some other art. I've seen hundreds of people borrow this book yet no one has come back and told me they cultivated it successfully." 

"There is no reason to not try, who knows I might be the one that cultivates it." Leon said with a smile.

The Liberian sighed, "Thats what the last hundred said. Here, good luck."

Leon took the book and headed back to the Clan. He had got what he came for. 

Along the way he used the 500 copper to buy a bottle of the lowest quality beast blood and a cheap soul quill.

...

At the clan gates Leon showed his Clan Token and entered. He walked all the way to his house. It was still early morning and his house was empty. 

His dad had left to do his work as an elder of the Clan, while his mother had left to meet with her friends for morning tea. 

This was some thing his parents did in his past life, while being locked up in the tower he had asked them to tell him what they did all day so he knew their routine. 

Leon went up to his room. He set down all the book, the bottle and the quill. He then looked at the pills his father had  bought for him and kept them to the side. 

"Using such low quality pills would lower my potential while giving me a slight increase in my bodies strength. Potential for strength, is the dumbest trade off you could do." 

Leon picked up the <Beast Blood Body Art> he flipped to the page with the rune drawn on, he then picked up another book that his younger self used to use to write notes in. 

He then opened the beast blood bottle and dipped the soul quill into it. He then started copying the rune onto the book. 

Soul quill was a special quill that allowed the writer who used it to draw runes onto paper without the use of elemental energy. The rune could then be activated using Soul energy and tested for its effects.

"I'll have to slowly improve the rune, by making small changes, until it becomes actually useful." 

"This rune is actually even harder then I thought, you need to at least be a Summoning Master to make something this complicated. Looks like the origin of this rune isn't as simple as I thought." 

He then finished drawing it, studied it. He then put his hand onto the rune and used his soul energy to activate it and measure its effects. 

Soul energy was the energy of the soul that all humans had. It was different from elemental energy as it was used to build the soul.

Leon's soul energy had been drained as both souls in his body had almost all their soul energy drained to keep the body alive and support it to keep two souls. 

It was Leon's past souls large amount of soul energy, the reason the younger Leon was still alive.

The rune lit up and Leon could tell what it's effects were. "It still takes in 10% of the energy of the beast, it's just that it's a little more stable." 

Leon continued to do same on the next page...

Leon did this repetitive task for the next four hours, he drew hundreds of runes each a little diffferent then the last. He then activated them and tested for the effects. 

Continually altering it made Leon how wrong he had been to think this tune was simple. 

Around the 104th rune he stopped and looked at the rune. It held traces of the rune he had started with but it was very different. 

Leon put his finger on it and activated it. Feeling the effects he smiled.

"Absrobs around 50% of the dead beasts energy, it's made even more efficient in the strengthening, it should be around twice as strong as the original rune, which means the for their same talent of beast this rune will cause almost double the amount of strengthening to the body." 

Leon sighed looking at the rune, "This is the most efficient rune I can draw in my current circumstances."

Leon heard the door open downstairs, his mother had returned. 

Leon walked down to greet her. 

Sandra entered and saw Leon, she saw him and asked, "Leon, what happened? I met Aunt Reva on the way and she said that you were thrown out of the lecture in the morning."

"Well, I, don't know, I just didn't like Elder Raymond, maybe I was tired and my mind was clouded."

Sandra sighed, "Well, it doesn't matter, Pace already dealt with Elder Raymond. You should go thank him. He's always taking care of you, his parents still aren't back right? Why don't you call him over for dinner or lunch tomorrow?" She then walked to the living room and put her bag down on a table. 

"Sure, mom, I'll ask him tomorrow." Leon said as he went and got a snack from the Ice Rune Fridge. Sandra saw this and entered the kitchen as well. 

"Leon, Aunt Reva also told me you were looking for arts? and that you asked about Tier 5 arts." Sandra took out some vegetables and beast meat. 

"Mom, are you sure you met Aunt Reva on the way, this a lot of 'telling' for meeting 'on the way here'." Leon took the vegetables and started chopping them with speed and grace. 

"Boy don't you sass me! So tell me what happened, why are you looking for arts so suddenly?" Sandra started boiling water. 

"I think the pills dad gave me made my body stronger, So I thought I could finally practice arts." Leon moved the vegetable onto another plate and started cutting the next one. 

"Did you find any good arts?"

"No, I even went to the public library but their wasn't anything too useful, I did borrow a book because I already went all the way there."

Sandra put the pasta into the boiling water and then looked at Leon cutting the vegetables. He was clearly different today. He would never help in cooking normally. It was like he had suddenly matured.

Leon noticed this but continued to chop the vegetables. He would never let anyone else cook for him, since he was young he was under threat of poisoning at the Flamesmith clan. 

Plus as someone who had used poison to kill hundreds of people he knew how lethal they could be, So he always made his own food. 

Sandra watched Leon cook and smiled but it was a sorrowful smile, she thought, "It looks like it's almost time..."

"Mom, why are you blanking out? You'll over cook the pasta." Leon said. 

"Ahh! Thanks Leon." 

They both finished making dinner and set it on the table. 

A few minutes later David arrived as well and the whole family was united again at the table.

"Sandra what happened? You cooked something good two times in a row? Impossible!" 

"Say you don't like me cooking again!" Sandra roared. 

"I'm kidding, I love your cooking, it might be a little bit off sometimes but that's what makes it the best in the world. Never too perfect, when it's good its the best food I've eaten, when it's bad...It's still good." 

"What do you mean by off?!"

"You sometimes put too much salt..." David knew he had messed up. 

Sandra had a look at disdain as she looked at Daivd, "I dare you to eat your breakfast tomorrow." 

"Honey, please, don't do this." 

Sandra ignored David's pleas as she said, "I didn't make it, it was Leon who made it today." 

"No, mom helped as well, it was a team effort." Leon with a serious face spoke.

"I see that's why it was so good, only my our son could rival his mother in cooking, you have inherited your mother's skills and my looks and charisma." David said with a slight nod. 

Both mother and son looked at each other, they were both rendered speechless. 

...

Leon laid on his bed, the moon had risen and it was already night time. His parents had fallen asleep.

The expression his mother had earlier, that sorrowful smile, had told him a lot.

"Things might turn for the worst soon." Leon thought. He sighed and shook his head, it was still better then his past life, because of his talent the whole clan had been destroyed by the time he was 20.

Long ago beast and humans were living together in harmony. 

But all changed the demons broke through dimensions and attacked. 

They killed and spread chaos. 

The beast divided into two. One faction joined the humans while the other allied with the Demons. 

The humans and beast formed contracts to cultivate together to grow stronger faster. 

Through many sacrifices they banished the demons from the world.

Now millions of years later. 

In a small town a boy was born. He spent his life in pain, misery and war. Through the worst of fates he was killed by his own beast. 

He was given another chance by mysterious means and was brought back in time.

"Revenge will be so... sweet."

Still in the library, more than half the day had passed but Ye Qingxuan was still empty handed. He had found no clues at all! He had looked through every record and file related to the Royal Academy of Music. The pile towered beside him.
"Collection of Personnel Files at the Royal Academy of Music," courses and schedules of the different schools, records of school anniversary celebrations, summary of announcements, staff lists of each school, pictures of large-scale ceremonies, newspaper interviews about the Academy, the salaries for each year. There were even lists of the classrooms and dorms…
 Ye Qingxuan had read through all of it from noon to mid-afternoon! He had a more holistic understanding of all four schools and sixteen majors, but it did not matter at all. He had not found anything that he had wanted, and accidentally learned too much about what he did not care about. In order not to miss any details, he had even held his nose and read through Sydney’s autobiography! But in the end, all he got was the amazing adventures of the stupid man’s youths, but they were probably made up.
Moon Chant, Ye Lanzhou, Ye Qingxuan’s father…He seemed to have never existed. He had disappeared from every record and memory in the world. If Ye Qingxuan did not remember him, would he be entirely forgotten?
--
After reading the last book, Ye Qingxuan had lost all hope. He collapsed onto the pile of books, sinking into a gray state. There was no sign of any Easterner in any of the records! And especially not an Easterner that had been the vice principal. Was Hermes lying? Even though Hermes had a bad personality, he did not seem like the type to lie for fun. What was going on? Who had erased all of the records?
"He didn’t even leave behind the lecturer’s name on the class schedules!" Ye Qingxuan punched the ground angrily and stuck his middle finger up at the air, "Why don’t you go big or go home and get rid of the sign-in sheet too?" Of course, no one replied in the silence, but Ye Qingxuan froze.
He shot up from the ground, finally having realized something. "That’s right. The sign-in sheet…every public lecture would have included the professor’s signatures! Otherwise, it would be impossible to calculate their salaries!" The best thing was that those useless pieces of paper counted as lecture material and would be collected by the library.
"Sign-in sheet! Sign-in sheet!" Ye Qingxuan chanted like a lunatic as he started searching through the shelves. But after a long while, he was still empty-handed. He could not find it.
In the centuries that the academy had existed, there must have been millions of lectures. If every lecture had a sign-in sheet, at least ten warehouses would be needed to store them all. Why would they be here? And even if they were, Ye would not be able to find them in the giant library, right?
He sighed in despair, trying to resist the urge to slam his head against the shelf. When he looked into the surging darkness, his eyes lit up. He might not know but…they would know! If they knew where the personnel files were, then what Dominic called ‘little things,’ raised in the library, would know the place like the back of their hand.
"Hey, anybody here?" Ye Qingxuan looked around and raised his hand. "Does anyone know where the sign-in sheets from the Royal Academy of Music nineteen years ago are?"
"…" As if a group of people were staring coldly at him, no answer came from the darkness.
"Come on, I know you’re listening! Help me out!" Ye Qingxuan’s expression was still genuine. "Don’t be like this. What if we make a deal?"
The darkness remained silent.
"Hey, if I can help you with anything, I’ll be glad to do it!" Ye Qingxuan raised his voice. "At least consider it! Friend, I’m the concertmaster…why don’t we make a deal? People should help each other! There’s a saying from the East that goes, ‘everyone works for me and I work for everyone.’ Can’t you at least give me a hint?"
A long time passed before a voice said, "Marble." The soft voice that came from behind Ye Qingxuan was like a little girl’s.
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan looked back in shock, but there was nothing there.
The voice rang again as if it had never spoken before. A faint hand made of dust reached out from the darkness. There was a shiny marble between its three fingers, and it shook it before Ye Qingxuan’s eyes. "Marble. Want."
Ye Qingxuan was overjoyed. "Yes, yes! I’ll get you a bunch of marbles when I get out! But it’s kind of hard to find ones made of bone. Is glass okay? What color do you like? Red? White? Or green?"
The darkness surged and there were soft sounds, as if the beasts were discussing amongst themselves. After a while, the dust hand raised two fingers. "One hundred. Every kind."
Ignoring the fact that they did not know how to count, Ye Qingxuan nodded quickly. "Great! It’s a deal!"
There was the soft sound again, then the dust hand rose slowly, pointing at Ye Qingxuan. "Promise?"
Ye Qingxuan raised his own hand and gave it a high five. "I promise." Of course, the high five was silent. The dust hand dissipated, leaving no trace behind. And then boom!
The floor under Ye Qingxuan suddenly cracked open and collapsed, a hole appeared. There was a sharp cry and then the youth was gone.
--
Screaming, Ye Qingxuan fell into the darkness. Quickly, he landed with a thud on a giant pile of something. Dust flew and swirled in the air, choking him. Light from some unknown source illuminated the underground room.
Ye Qingxuan climbed up from the pile of notebooks with difficulty. He looked around in shock, realizing that he seemed to be in a landfill. In the vast underground square, there were piles and piles of books. The tattered records had been tossed there, forgotten for years until a giant hole appeared in the corner of the wall.
A pile of books tumbled down like garbage. Formless power rose from the dust and hands formed by dust quickly organized the fallen notebooks. They were organized into squares even before they could land on the ground. From a bird’s point of view, the useless papers and records looked as if they had been organized purposefully by some kind of power. They were like puzzle pieces in the hands of a child, built into the shape of a castle, city walls, fortresses, plazas…
Ye Qingxuan had fallen in the "pool" in the center of the "castle," splashed by the flying dust and papers. Within the countless flying dust particles, a tiny shadow appeared in the dust. It looked down at Ye Qingxuan and threw a heavy book at him. Then, it disappeared.
A faint voice floated in the air. "Remember marble."
"Thank you! Of course!" Ye Qingxuan waved at the darkness and hurriedly climbed out from the "pool." He flipped open the book as if he had found a treasure chest. The small bell on his wrist vibrated as a reminder that the day was ending soon. He did not have much time, but he did not care and quickly started skimming. "Introduction to Eastern Music Theory, Introduction to Eastern Music Theory, Introduction to Eastern Music Theory…"
The flipping of pages suddenly stopped. In the silence, Ye Qingxuan stared at the column of blank cells and the lonely name on the upper left corner. His expressions changed, oscillating between grief and joy.
The dancing dust finally settled, dirtying his white hair and entering his eyes. Maybe because he had spaced out, tears flowed out from the faint pain. The tears rolled down his cheeks, landing on the sign-in sheet. Gradually, it dampened the ink, blotting the name in cursive.
"I found it." Ye Qingxuan grasped the sign-in sheet and murmured, "Father, I found you."
After five years, he had finally proven that the man had not left mysteriously. He had once lived in this world, and had left behind the smallest mark. Even if it was small, it was enough to fill Ye with happiness, tears streaming down his face.
--
The ink blot on the sign-in sheet continued to bloom. The name had turned into a messy ink blotch, but stained by the tears, the words seemed to have been given a new life. They grew quickly on the page, transforming into a lively rune.
Shocked, Ye Qingxuan looked down at the ink. They were words that someone had once written in elaborate script with equal amounts drunkenness and ridicule. "After talking to the old guy yesterday, I learned something of Western music theory and composed this piece. I shall record it here for future fate."
The flowery notes took up practically the entire page. They danced like dragons and snakes, imprinting in the youth’s eyes. Following that, the entire page glowed with cool moonlight. The glow radiated from the paper like a fountain. Countless music notes brewed in the light, solidifying and streaming into Ye Qingxuan with the flowing light. The fantasy-like melody sounded in his mind, invading his soul!
--
Suddenly, a sonorous melody played. Ye Qingxuan was pulled into a hazy illusion, uncontrollably submerged in the sudden music. It was the sound of a piano, but the melody was not gentle and graceful, but sharp and manic!
As if a child were banging on the keys of a piano, the music was random and crazed. It was sharp like metal cracking, copper scraping, and glass shattering. Tritones alternated, impacting the soul. The unsettling chords were favored by Satan, and therefore no proper musician used them. But her they had been used to create a seamless melody! The music was like a demon roaring and wailing. One could not help but fall into despair and pain until the entire world turned pitch black, never to have light again.
Ye Qingxuan shook, grasping his throbbing head. As his vision spun, a giant brush seemed to write calligraphy on his brain. It was forceful and aggressive, carving the music notes and melody into his soul. He would never forget the name of the music score—"Black Friday."
--
Late at night, when the youth was long gone, ghostly figures appeared in the corner of the library. They organized the mess of books and resources Ye Qingxuan had left on the ground, carefully putting them back in their places one by one. As they organized, the books scattered on the floor returned to the bookshelves.
When they picked up the "Personnel Files of the Royal Academy of Music," a resume that the youth had missed fell out, and floated down on the floor. It was from a military report, and included a few lines of cramped text. At the top, there was a picture of an old man. His expression was wooden and dazed, and his white hair curled slightly.
"‘Abraham Wilson.’ School of Abstinence, Resonance level.
Receiver of the Royal Rose Medal (later stripped of it) and the title of Honorable Citizen (later stripped). Former commander of the Dragon Riders. Sentenced to life imprisonment by the Court for committing a grave sin during a mission. Vouched for by Earl Grey Maxwell and pardoned by the Queen. Now allowed to work in the Royal Academy of Music as a professor of the School of Music History.
No record of marriage.
Kin: Adoptee—Charles.
Note: this man is extremely dangerous. Repeat, this man is extremely dangerous! Do not let him come in contact with any swords or arrows. Forbidden to wield ironware. Do not threaten or attack him in order to keep him from overreacting! Anyone who interacts with him should be strictly recorded.
Cease any attempts at removing the prosthetic arm. If he overreacts, send him to confinement. At the same time, at least three musicians must apply the aether seal on him. He must stay within three kilometers of the radius of the Royal Academy of Music. If he attempts to escape, shoot him at once. Do not question him about his position and mission from the military. In addition, do not mention any topic related to "Gaius" before him.
The military is not responsible for any losses suffered if the Academy does not obey these rules.
Over!"


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

Hu Yifei returned to the dormitory after class and went to find the post that Xiao Siyan said. There was really a screenshot and the truth. I was quite coquettish as a scholar, and even caused such idle figures as Langya to come out in the middle of the night to testify for him, which made Hu Yifei envious and wondered when he would be able to come up with a real record map. 
If you look at the website of Southern University of Electronic Science and Technology, Hu Yifei will know that it is bad, and things are going to add a lot of twists and turns. Nandian's website is dark and there is no content at all. The following small red characters read: "if you come out to mix, you will have to return it sooner or later!" Signed "Dongyang University of Technology". 
"Fuck!" Hu Yifei touched his nose and said to himself that I am a scholar and this fool, if you retaliate against me, you will retaliate against me, and you will kick me off the line. Why do you have to blame it on the head of the Polytechnic University, with 20,000 people in the University of Science and Technology, you have to lie down and hide some tigers? that's good. It's a big deal. Let's see what you can do. 
Hu Yifei felt that he usually underestimated the men of the University of Science and Technology. I didn't expect that there were really strong men. In the morning, I was a student and jumped out to admit that Nandian's website was hacked in the afternoon. Who is this man? he shot so quickly. I wish I could get to know him. 
Nandian's website was closed after it was hung in black for half an hour. The BBS, of Dongyang University of Technology suddenly came to many newly registered users, and the ID, at the beginning of "Dongyang University of Technology X you" shouted madly and provocatively on BBS, saying that it was going to hack the website of the University of Science and Technology again, and it was estimated that this was all the men of Nandian, so that the website was stimulated by the black incident. 
The website server of the University of Science and Technology was just checked by Cobra yesterday, and there should be no problem with security. It is estimated that they can only shout in their mouth. 
Hu Yifei turned around on the BBS of the University of Science and Technology for a while and found it boring, so he shut down the web page to sort out those notes. He felt that the most important thing for him now was to quickly add basic knowledge, at least make himself look like a professional hacker, and then absorb and digest all the notes on the hard disk. These notes should be similar to the legendary "solitary nine", a rare martial arts secret book. When you learn it, you will "cross the world, but ask for a defeat." at that time, who dares to track yourself? 
Thinking of the bird gods and hunters mentioned in yesterday's monitoring, Hu Yifei secretly warned himself that although it was only a false alarm, he still tried to use the artifact as little as possible in the future, lest his mind would be bound by the artifact, and finally become a slave to the tool. what you have to do is not such a hacker, at least half the level of the owner of the hard drive. 
Hu Yifei's notes on the hard disk are now roughly divided into three categories: the first is the code category. As long as he sees a large space of program code in it, Hu Yifei puts them aside. This has to be studied slowly. Fortunately, he found that a lot of the code inside was written in C language. He must have learned this course well, and most of the notes of these program classes can be solved. The second category is the question-and-answer category, which begins with a question, then sets out several solutions below, carries out practical research respectively, and finally draws the most effective conclusion. 
Hu Yifei put these together again. The third category is the perception category, just like Ding Erwa's previous translation, which does not involve specific technical details, but only a summary of the current technical architecture, as well as some directional predictions. 
This third category is the only thing that Hu Yifei can understand now. He is going to translate this part to Ding Erwa first. He has a general understanding of the technology of the owner of the hard disk, and he can get twice the result with half the effort in the future. 
When having dinner in the evening, Hu Yifei made an appointment with Liang Xiaole again. With yesterday's success, he felt that he must strike while the iron was hot. Who knows to the canteen, the light bulb Liu Xiaofei is also there, Hu Yifei hate straight teeth itching, it seems that his own small hand plan today, I am afraid to let this Liu Xiaofei to be destroyed. 
"Don't you want to lose weight?" Hu Yifei gritted his teeth and looked at Liu Xiaofei. "still eating?" 
Liu Xiaofei could not hear the meaning of this and corrected: "pay attention to your baby's words. I'm just dieting, not losing weight!" 
Liang Xiaole was originally talking and laughing with Liu Xiaofei, but when he saw Hu Yifei, he bowed his head to eat. He probably remembered what happened yesterday, and he was embarrassed to look up to see Hu Yifei. 
"what were you talking about just now? It seems to be very lively! " Hu Yifei took the initiative to find a topic, how can it be cold, he has never been a cold prince. 
"have you heard? Our University of Science and Technology is now engaged in a network scuffle with Nandian. " Liu Xiaofei was in high spirits. "first, a guy from Nandian hacked our University of Science and Technology's website and provoked it on the Internet. As a result, our school's experts also hacked Nandian's website today, and Nandian's people went to our school's BBS to yell and scold." When we went out just now, Nandian's website was also restored, and a lot of people went to the University of Science and Technology to call out there. "
"I know that!" Hu Yifei nodded. "but I don't think it's interesting. I don't pay much attention to it. How can you be interested in this?" 
Liu Xiaofei's eyes lit up. "who do you think the master in our school will be?" The shot was so handsome that everyone on BBS said he was the boss of the computer Association! " 
Hu Yifei shook his head. "I don't know, I'm familiar with the computer Association!" 
"Hu Yifei, at least your baby is a computer learner. Don't you care about such a big thing?" Liu Xiaofei inserted the meal bitterly. 
Hu Yifei said to himself that what I am most concerned about is when your light bulb will go. "eat your food. You are not a computer student. How can you care about this kind of thing?" Hu Yifei defeated her. 
Liu Xiaofei gouged out Hu Yifei's eyes, shut up and ate with peace of mind. 
Hu Yifei looked at Liang Xiaole and smiled obsequiously, "Xiao Le, what else do you want to eat? I'll get it for you!" 
Liang Xiaole shook his head. "No, I'm full. Please eat quickly." 
"We'll go for a walk after dinner!" Hu Yifei suggested, "it's okay to go to the movies. I haven't seen it for a long time!" When Hu Yifei spoke, he could not help revealing a wicked smile, thinking that watching a movie was the best. When the light was dark, he wanted to touch his little hand. Hey. 
Liang Xiaole blushed as soon as he heard the word "walk" and hurriedly waved his hand, "if you want to go, I'm not going!" 
Liu Xiaofei also stared at Hu Yifei. "Don't jump the queue, okay? do you know how to make an appointment?" I already have an appointment with Xiao Le. I'm going to practice my physique tonight! " 
Hu Yifei has the heart to strangle Liu Xiaofei. You are just an electric light bulb. Can't you practice a day later? do you have to choose today? Laozi has no chance to strike while the iron is hot and consolidate the results. This makes Hu Yifei eat tasteless, eating more than half less than usual. 
When Liu Xiaofei broke up after dinner, Liu Xiaofei did not forget to say, "remember me. That pervert didn't harass me today. I think it's probably that Zhao Bing!" 
Hu Yifei looked eagerly at Liang Xiaole, hoping that she could stay, but Liang Xiaole followed Liu Xiaofei. Out of more than a dozen steps, Liang Xiaole suddenly looked back at Hu Yifei and happened to meet Hu Yifei's pitiful eyes. Liang Xiaole smiled, and then hurriedly turned his head away, and then looked back and smiled. Hu Yifei stood there with an aftertaste for a long time. 
Back to the dormitory, Duan Yu has come back, is chatting with Xiao Li online, saw Hu Yifei come in, Duan Yu mentioned, "second in charge, I heard that the master of our school hacked the Nandian website?" 
Hu Yifei nodded and said to himself, "how come everyone is concerned about this?" 
"do you know who that master is?" Duan Yu asked. 
Hu Yifei shook his head again. "I don't know. I've heard that he is the boss of the computer Association!" 
Duan Yu tut-tut, "tomorrow's class, I have to find the four eyes to verify it!" 
Hu Yifei turned on his computer and took a peek at the school's BBS. He found that the actual situation was even more mysterious than Liu Xiaofei said. 
It was not only people from Nandian who came to provocation, but also many unknown organisms such as the "Dongyang normal University observation delegation" and the "Southern Foreign Studies University investigation Group." at the back of each post, they said, "the XX delegation came to watch!" , "the XX delegation conveys condolences on behalf of the XX people!" , "the Martians have sent a congratulatory message!" , "people from the earth who don't know the truth come to watch". 
Hu Yifei was dumbfounded. He didn't know where these immortals came from. After turning over for a while, he found that except for scolding and scolding, there was nothing substantial, at least put a few cruel words. Hu Yifei felt bored, closed the web page and continued to sort out his notes. 
After finishing for a while, Duan Yu tapped hard on the keyboard, turned around and asked Hu Yifei, "second in charge, can you surf the Internet there? why is my machine offline?" 
"Yes!" Hu Yifei nodded. "I was just reading the website!" While speaking, Hu Yifei opened the web page by the way, but once it was refreshed, it showed that it could not be opened.

The rookie's ironic hacker road. 
Hu Yifei, who was originally a computer rookie, inadvertently found a second-hand hard disk, and has since embarked on the wretched road of hackers. 
If you want to see how Brother Hu is smart on the network, please click on this article and read it carefully. 
The funniest hacker novel, the cruelest hacker world.

[A/N: Another rewrite, this time I'm certainly sticking to it.]

Jiro Oshima can be seen cutting through armor and flesh like butter with his legendary sword, dodging every attack that comes his way before he was the only one alive, standing over many bloody piles of bodies. His muscular body was covered with the blood of many and there wasn't a drop of blood that belonged to him. Returning home from the massacre, Jiro was welcomed by twelve beautiful women before they kept him awake for the whole night.

However, Jiro's fun was cut short as he woke up on his bed with an erection. Looking around the room's walls that were covered with hentai posters and the countless piles of empty cup noodles. Finding no beauty insight, except for the ones on the posters, Jiro sighed before getting ready for an ordinary day as a senior in high school.

He didn't bother fixing his messy hair as he washed his average-looking face a few times to get himself to wake up, knowing that he shouldn't have stayed up for so long reading that cultivation novel. It wasn't worth it because of how impulsive the main character was. Jiro auto-piloted his daily routine, not bothering to eat breakfast today as well. He left his one-room apartment and walked to school with his usual indifferent as ever eyes, scaring people that walked by him, mostly because of how much he looked like a delinquent.

Jiro knew his life was miserable but didn't plan on ending it all since he couldn't imagine himself not being alive. Additionally, it was stupidly impulsive and that's what he hated the most, impulsive people.

It was a coincidence that he looked to his left to see a girl, who's legs were shaking as she looked at an approaching truck with fear. Time had slowed down enough for Jiro to make a decision whether or not to save her. Additionally, Jiro even recognized the girl, she was very popular in his school and had a way brighter future than him.

Jiro continued to look at her with his emotionless eyes. A small part of him wanted to try to save her, giving meaning to his life, but he just stood there doing nothing. He wasn't paralyzed by fear. No, not in the least, Jiro wasn't impulsive and knew that he would be in the right not to do anything. Again, he wasn't suicidal and couldn't imagine himself not being alive, so trading his own life for another person was out of the question for him.

However, time had also slowed down for the unmanned truck, and it chose to swerve into the mean-looking delinquent instead of the beautiful girl. 

{Extra Info: With that, the truck's assignment for this world was accomplished before it traveled into another world, identical to this one, to look for another heroic highschooler to run over and reincarnate.}

'Huh,' Jiro thought, feeling surprised but his eyes betrayed his emotions, not widening in the least, as he observed the truck swerve into him.

'That was less painful than I expected' He thought, thinking the pain he felt was awfully similar to when he stubbed his toe.

Shortly after, in the dark void that he was now floating in, Jiro saw a big book floating in front of him. He opened the book only to be instantly immersed in the story being told.

The book took him a while to finish before he was devastated to see the book not having an ending. To be honest, it seemed more like the introduction to a light novel than a book, since it took place inside a cultivation world, but still deserved the right to be called a book due to the sheer amount of detail and imagery that the book contained. The book would've been better if its main character didn't have the mind of a child, but it was a good read nonetheless.

After recovering from the shock of the book finishing without an actual ending, Jiro was greeted by a screen that reminded him of those video games he would play, before switching his hobby to reading light novels instead.

[Please Write a Summary of the Book you've just read]
[Reward] Reincarnating with a System

Jiro frowned at the text on the screen but still reluctantly wrote a half-assed summary of the book so he could get his hands on a System to make life much easier. Furthermore, he was delighted to see that he was going to reincarnate instead of his consciousness just disappearing or worse, spending an eternity in this void.

Anyways, his worst subject was English and he would usually write a terrible summary but he felt content with his summary, for the first time in his life, before pressing "Confirm" below the box that was filled with text containing countless spelling mistakes and punctuation errors. And yes, he had to use an on-screen keyboard...

[Fixing Grammar Errors for Reader's Sanity...]

"Hm?" Jiro said, not understanding what it meant by the second half of the sentence.

[Jiro's Summary: The story tells the life of a kid, named Feng Ru, whose mother dies while giving birth to him and father, who got beheaded for offending a noble's spoiled dumbass son. Feng Ru has a sweet sister, named Feng Yingtai who's also two years older than him, and she takes care of him. Once she had awakened a high ranked Inner Qi, at the age of 12, she met a woman who turned out to be an outer-court elder at the local sect. Feng Yingtai entered the sect with a condition that her low-talent brother, Feng Ru, can join too. The woman agreed, knowing that Feng Ru would get kicked out for his low-talent after not meeting the cultivation base criteria in a few years, and figured that it would serve the purpose of de-sensitizing the girl for the real world. Then, Feng Yingtai trains with her new teacher for 4 years, missing his brother while Feng Ru often gets beaten up and treated terribly by his peers for 4 years, but still gives it his all to live up to the being the younger brother of Feng Yingtai.]

His eyes, that had long gotten used to the dark, was blinded by the bright light but after his eyes had adjusted, Jiro was shocked to see that the room, he was standing in, looked identical to how he had imagined Feng Ru's outer-court room looked like, using the book's godly imagery.

Jiro, an 18-year-old senior in high school, gets run over and reincarnates into the body of a talentless 16-year-old in a cultivation world. He's got a system so we shouldn't worry too much for him.

*Cover is not mine if you own the image and want me to remove it, tell me!* Also, the cover is supposed to be how his sister looks like.

1984 book notes summary

Summary

Lucid Dream

Border/line

Sword of Dawnbreaker

Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chaotic mind

Overcoming the Beast

Silent Crown

SUPER NET DISK

Cultivation is a Game {Hiatus}

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