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	"Of the 300 kilometers danger zone, only the 10 kilometers nearest to the warship will not send us into a blackout."
	After the systems came back online, Yao Yuan didn’t instantly continue their journey to the warship husk. Instead, he parked the shuttle to initiate multiple checks. He wanted to know their distance from the husk and the shuttle’s internal conditions. 
	The examination lasted for 10 minutes, and after it finished, Yao Yuan shared the results with the rest of his party. Certain that everything was back to normal, they continued on to their destination. 
	The area of blank space came as a surprise, but it was definitely all show. However, as the shuttle came ever closer to the warship husk, Zhang Heng and Chou Yue both felt a tingling sense of incoming danger. Nevertheless, the feeling was not one that screamed of immediate threat… in fact, it was not unlike how they felt prior to the earthquake that shook the meteorite base. 
	This insidious feeling assaulted Yao Yuan as well. 
	This didn’t raise any alarm for the party though because they had already expected to face some sort of dangerous encounter within the husk. In any case, they could not turn back now because humanity’s ultimate survival in space depended on the success of this mission. The technological advancement that could be salvaged from within the warship would provide humanity with a better standing in the great cosmos. As the saying goes, with great risk comes great rewards, so as dangerous as it might be, this was a mission that they must see to its very end!
	Yao Yuan was ready to sacrifice a lot to claim the technology within the alien warship, be it a few more decades of the Hope idling within this star system, the death of his partners, or even his own! 
	This was because all the mentioned sacrifices combined were still less important than the 200 years that humanity would need if they were to enter their fourth industrial revolution the traditional way. 
	"…4 more kilometers to our destination. Everyone, we are nearing the husk. To be safe, let’s all review our mission. First, Zhang Heng, Chou Yue?" With his hand over the controls, Yao Yuan asked of the party. 
	Zhang Heng replied hurriedly, "I am to sense the presence of immediate danger like the activation of internal defense mechanism."
	Chou Yue hesitated. "Mine is to sense threats that are more long-term or drawn out, like the possibility of a self-destructive device in the warship husk."
	Yao Yuan nodded before passing the question to his Black Star comrades.
	"The Black Stars’ mission is to be vigilant for traces of movement while protecting Zhang Heng, Chou Yue, and Ren Tao. Also, we are to set up a safety perimeter during searches and pit stops," Lee said, representing the whole group. 
	Ying added, "Using my power, I’m responsible for sniping high-armored machinery."
	Ebon followed, "I’ll provide backline support, but when normal weapons fail, I’m told to use the Gaussian gun."
	"As the one responsible for everything explosive, it’s my job to demolish locked doors or safe boxes with the smallest damage possible to the surroundings," said Wa Luo. 
	"As the information relay person, I will keep a constant eye on everyone’s internal communicators. In situations where they are jammed, I will help relay information using the multi-frequency communicator to ensure a constant stream of communication," added Xiao Yan. 
	"As the so-called Thinker, I am tasked to provide solutions if we’re stuck in an ambush or trap… But is that really useful?" Ren Tao finished. 
	Yao Yuan chuckled. "Frankly, I myself can’t tell, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’m not going to let anyone die because we’re unprepared.
	"Okay, we’re officially entering the husk…"
	Yao Yuan circled around the husk looking for an entrance. To be fair, since the warship husk was already torn apart, there were plenty of open apertures, but none of them served as a valid landing spot. 
	"It’s no use. Fine, we’ll use the mechanical arms to clamp the shuttle to the warship."
	A stymied Yao Yuan announced. Guiding the shuttle to one of the biggest apertures, he released the shuttle’s mechanical arms when they were about 1 meter away from the warship’s edge. The arms latched onto the warship’s metallic edge, and after a brief, violent shake, the shuttle stood secured in space. 
	"Right, I hope everyone’s ready for an adventure."
	Yao Yuan stood up from the driver’s seat. Grabbing the space rifle beside him, he strode to the front of the party. Then the shuttle door opened to reveal a world of darkness. It was as if they were staring into a monster’s gaping maw. Undeterred, Yao Yuan stepped out of the shuttle, yelling, "For Glory!"
	"Or for death!" echoed the rest of the Black Star Unit as they moved to follow Yao Yuan. 
	The last to remain were Zhang Heng, Ren Tao, and Chou Yue. Without hesitation, Zhang Heng too jumped out of the shuttle yelling the slogan. Finally, when it was only Ren Tao and Chou Yue, he asked, "So… who first?"
	Pouting, Chou Yue mumbled, "That is such a corny slogan. Why did they pick something so cringe-worthy? Even the ‘I’ll be back’ from Terminator 6 might be better, and that’s saying a lot… Anyway, you know I don’t like to be the last one out, so I’ll go first."
	Ren Tao smiled, and after Chou Yue got off the shuttle, he whispered under his breath, "I quite like the slogan actually." With that, he too descended the shuttle. 
	Standing at the entrance to the warship husk, Yao Yuan waited patiently for the whole party to assemble. After everyone was there and the Black Star Unit had their weapons at the ready, Yao Yuan finally switched on his wolf-eye flashlight. 
	The rays of light revealed a scene of absolute wreckage. There were punctures and holes made by explosions and tearing while metallic baubles and parts of differing sizes littered the general area. However, based on the husk’s inner structure, the party still managed to envision its original glory. 
	In all honesty, there was a hint of disappointment that threaded through the group. This was because they were expecting a scene that was much more high tech and not something that looked so similar to the inner chambers of the Hope. With the exception of the walls and partitions that were thinner than the ones on the Hope, making the space wider, the structure was about 70 to 80 percent similar to the insides of the Hope. 
	Nevertheless, since there was neither danger nor findings in the entrance area, the group moved deeper into the husk. Wary of the zero-gravity environment, extra cautiousness was present in every step taken. That combined with the lack of lighting and the multiple of obstructions that littered the floor made their progress regretfully slow. 
	Hugging the walls, the party moved steadily into the husk. About 10 minutes later, they saw lights flickering some distance away before them. This meant that the corridor in front of them still had access to an electrical current!
	"…Proceed cautiously. Be mindful of your partner," Yao Yuan advised. 
	The group then moved carefully to the flickering light source. As they stepped closer to their destination, the amount of damage they could see around them got significantly lesser. The area they were heading toward was making out to be the most fully-preserved space after the devastation. If there was a discovery to find, this would be where they were going to find it. 
	As they reached the end of a long corridor, a dim, red light suddenly flashed around them. Almost instantaneously, both Zhang Heng and Chou Yue shouted, "Danger! Danger incoming!"
	Hearing that, Yao Yuan yelled, "Retreat! Move back to the place where there are no flashing lights!" Turning around, he used the wall to climb his way back to safety. 
	Others did the same. However, before they could get even 10 meters away, a metallic partition started to drop down further down the corridor they were in, intending to cut off their path. 
	"Sh*t!" Yao Yuan instinctively grabbed hold of his rifle, but he soon realized that that was futile. All the structural weak points had already crumbled during the previous destruction, and sadly, there was no opening big enough for them to pass through in sight.
	Finally, the partition closed with a tremor, and the party had no way left but forward! 
	The mysterious source of danger was also imminent…


Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration! 


After Lin Xu returned to the classroom, he immediately began to attend classes, and it was only when Li Zong rushed in.

　　The three people were very excited. When Ye Ni had not arrived, they rushed to Lin Xu and said: "Lin Xu, where have you just gone? Do you know what has just happened? Haha..."

　　"Hey, we just went to fight with Ye Tian's kid. As a result, Ye Tian's kid actually called a saintist. The saintist may be the senior student of our college, not only has become a junior writer, but also I also learned the Holy Order, and then we will be given by Ye Tian, ​​but at this time..." Yang Nian is also very excited. "Hey, Lin Xu, how do you look curious?" what!"

　　Lin Xubai took a look at the three people and thought: "Can I tell you that I am at the scene?" However, he pretended to be surprised and asked, "Oh, what happened then?"

　　"It's my turn!" Zhao Xiong said. "Later, a mysterious sage teacher appeared, and we added a holy force behind us. Then we three will hang the opposite three, the other side of the sage The teacher was not enough to see it, and it was perfectly shown by the mysterious sage!"

　　Li Zong said: "Yeah, I am afraid that this mysterious Saint Seon is also one of the best geniuses in our college. I have heard of the Yeh's Saint, who is also called Ye Luo. It was because of his discovery that he was very talented in the sacred texts. This was funded by Ye Family to let him study in the college. It is said that in the upper grades, it is also one of the earliest junior writers! But the mysterious sacred text It is obvious that the division can directly crush Ye Luo, which is obviously stronger than Ye Luo!"

　　"Is this a teacher!" said Zhao Xiong. "For example, our teacher Ye, she is an intermediate writer!"

　　"Impossible, if it is a teacher, it will not help us fight, but prevent us from fighting!" Yang Nian immediately shook his head.

　　"In any case, I must study the holy text well in the future, and I will also be a strong Saint Seonographer in the future!" Li Zong said firmly.

　　"We are also!" said Yang Nian and Zhao Xiong.

　　At this moment, Lin Xu is a lonely master. It is estimated that even if he jumps out and says that he is the sage of the sage, the other party will only think that he is bragging, so he simply does not say more.

　　Lin Xu was also the first to use the sacred slogan. The difficulty of the sacred syllabus is naturally the basis of the sacred text. You must know that even from the primary class to the advanced class, it is not bad to master the three thousand sacred texts, so even if it is The students in the advanced class rarely have the primary beginners. The group words are stronger than the literacy.

　　Although many people have learned some simple words when they are learning three thousand sacred texts, most beginners generally go to the primary writers who have studied 3,000 essays, so few people spend Time to learn what words, after all, if there is no Wenquan, even if there are more holy forces, there is no way to store them, and they will slowly disperse.

　　Therefore, the current teaching mode is basically in the order of words, words, sentences, and texts. Therefore, after Lin Xu directly evaluated the primary writer as a sergeant, he immediately wrote a text, which has to be said to be Very surprising.

　　The primary writer can write a text even if the assessment is passed. Although the content is richer and more mature than the primary school composition, the written text is no different from the primary school students, so the population of the entire sage has reached 100 billion. Above, the St. Master does not know how many billions, even if Lin Xu's primary assessment is the first, but the number of subscriptions that can be obtained is only over 50,000. The reason is because everyone's impression of the primary writer is too deep, even if It is a talented person, and only a junior writer, writing a primary school essay, even if everyone feels great, I am afraid most people may not agree.

　　If you change to a great god, or even a writer's "Water Melody", I am afraid that the number of people who subscribe will reach 10,200,000.

　　However, when Lin Xu wrote a novel, he quickly entered the boutique, and before he wrote the web article, he also published many articles in the newspapers. After graduation, he has been working on the program, and the story has a story. The thesis has a literary talent, or a true Chinese professional, so his accomplishment in Chinese is also quite brilliant. If you concentrate on studying Chinese, it is an expert level.

　　This kind of existence, came to the sanctuary, and it would not work if you want to not be a cow.

　　It can be said that Lin Xu is now a high-energy low-altitude. The sanctuary he possesses is probably weaker than the great god. He only needs to raise the Holy Spirit and learn the various uses of the Holy Power. Is a bullish existence.

　　For example, Ye Luo, who can already pass the junior writer in the advanced class, UU read www.uukanshu.com and learned some sacred orders, can be said to be one of the geniuses, but met his own assessment. Those who have been at the beginning of writing, and who are the first to use the sacred slogan, have been hanged by themselves. In addition to the reason that their sacred power is much stronger than the other, the most important thing is the understanding of the sacred text. It is much stronger than the other side.

　　In this battle, Lin Xu discovered that every sacred slogan, even such a minimum sacred slogan, would cost about two hundred sacred powers. If you use a more powerful sage, it would not take long.

　　At this time, Wang Xuewen curiously asked: "Hey? Liu Wei, Teacher Ye has never been late, how come today has not come to class yet?"

　　When I heard this, Lin Xu felt a little strange. According to the truth, Ye Ni should be a very dedicated teacher. It shouldn't be so late.

　　At this time, Ye Ni hurried over and said: "Well, the teacher just got something, so it's late, but we don't have classes in this class!"

　　"Wow, don't go to class!" At this time, Li Zong and other people cried out in surprise. It was a very cool thing for them not to go to class. Lin Xu looked back at them and just said that they should learn well. Wen, to be a strong Saints, is it so happy to hear that you are not in class now?

　　Wang Xuewen and others frowned. They came here to learn the holy text. It is a bad thing for them not to attend classes.

　　At this time, Ye Ni said: "The squad leader organized it and went to the playground together. Be sure to pay attention to discipline, and wait for the king to come to the college!"

　　"What? The king is coming over?" All of them were surprised when they heard this, but they finally understood why Ye Ni would come over late, and why Ye Ni would say that this class did not attend classes.

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Been translated to english 
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10 Chapter per day
Number of chapter in chinese:130
Status:Cancel/Taking a break
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𝐓𝖎𝖈𝕜-𝖙𝖆𝖜𝕜!
𝐓𝖎𝖈𝕜-𝖙𝖆𝖜𝕜!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!

Went the clock on the wall. It was the present from his Aunt Velma who was the only living relative to care about his birthday, let alone send a gift. The thought nice, but... Who the heck these days would recognize that the novelty clock was from the show, Super Chicken?! It was half past midnight when Herman was leaving the office. He couldn't help but take notice of all the yellow paper on the bulletin boards. Apparently, someone had left messages notifying everyone that another individual broke into the vault last week stealing the cryptocurrency. How? No one would really know.

"Wha'd be the point tryin' to find the lucky Son of a Bitch?!" He replied, muttering to himself as he continued down his path to his house, wondering what other event he might see next on news alerts. One thing he knew for sure, was that this so called 'future' was aloof... The cops were notified, but what were they going to do?! Intergalactically, for everyone, they had been experiencing problems everywhere —  expect cyber hackers fortunate to bypass the system and enough to be getting away with so much in insane amounts.

"For fuck sakes, they're the ones at fault!" He had had at it again, this time yelling out another thought to jot — And by 'they' he'd meant the Galactic Governments. The building itself had no organic security guards and lacked the funding needed for better surveillance cameras. Perhaps, the piss poor excuse for their lack of safety in their exterior was as pathetic as the bank own politically incorrect interior?

"Cheap Asses!" Herman grumbled from under his breath! His severely cracked lips and nearly dark frostbitten skin had already taken quite a toll of the icy winds from the new blizzard. The Weather U-Robots had dubbed it 'The Chicago-Cosmic.' In a number of days, the storm had begun taking lives of citizens that were in the city before the interstellar merge with extraterrestrial species. As if his receding hairline wasn't already bad enough, Herman had to wear three additional heating caps on his head to keep that from freezing too! After finding his car, he slid into the corvette and started the engine. Fuel vehicles were the lowest piece of junks around. Yeah, times had certainly changed from when the Earth first experienced jet packs and Aero-Ships.

To make matters worse... Driving across updated skyways with fossil cars during construction damaged their tires. Homes in the suburb were no longer affordable for all middle class families. Being alone had now been seen as the only blessing Herman felt he had. Within the hour, Herman pulled up to his flat from the nearest skyway. Exiting, he locked the vehicle, but had taken notice to a small circled camera that hung above the door with a red iridescent glow as if to greet him.

"How long has that been there?!" He thought, before walking up the next flight of stairs. His thumb and eye drew forward to the DNA X-Ray scanner that identified him. The doors glided open... Herman ran inside quickly. An automated motion system did the rest locking itself behind him. Knobs and keyholes did not exist. Herman let out a great sigh in relief. There was no reason to be paranoid. He was being analytical about the security. Who the Hell was going to rob him with Red Baron machinery around?

The unlucky mug would be spending some quality time with a baseball bat to their face before having had the time to think about getting caught by a camera. He continued a nightly routine, laughing himself asleep to the many miscellaneous items he'd beat someone with. When he awoke, he was in a room that looked nothing like his own. He sprung up from the the bed, he took notice to a very large viewing monitor doubled as glass. Walking up, he peered into it, seeing the numbers which were spelled out in red.

Wᴬ4ᴿ 1ᴵ5ˢ ᴾ3ᴱ4ᴬ(ᶜ3ᴱ.
Fᴿ3ᴱ3ᴱ6ᴰ0ᴼ&ᴹ 1ᴵ5ˢ  ˢ5ᴸ7ᴬ4ᵛ3ᴱ9ᴿ¥ᵞ.
ᴵ1ᴳ6ᴺ0ᴼ9ᴿ4ᴬ€ᴺ(ᶜ3ᴱ 1ᴵ5ˢ ˢ5ᵀ£ᴿ3ᴱ€ᴺ£ᵀ6ᴳ#ᴴ.

'Well, ain't that some shit?!' He thought to himself deeply. It was something out of a book he'd once read, it's name escaping him. Spotting an open door to his right, Herman went out to explore. Suddenly... A group of circling security cameras had been alerted of his movements and started chasing him from afar; their beeping noises obnoxious. 

"What the Hell?!" He looked back and gave each camera the two finger salutes before slamming the door in an attempt to find his blue and white vehicle. He made it near the curb when the U-verse Police — also known 'U-Robots' stopped him dead in his tracks. They repeated the numbers per slogan from the window as electric tasers protruded from their metal extending arms.

"𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄!" Herman blaring out the words, shouted them from his windpipes. He dashed quickly to the side towards the nearest streets diverting away from being caught; feet working double-time through the thick heavy snow. Before crossing over to the next street monitors began alerting others that he was in violation of the law. Within seconds, fifteen other cyber-bionic, U-Robots had surrounded the entire block. 

Grabbing an oddly shaped two by four he found in a nearby trashcan, he swung... He wasn't going to go down without a fight! All around were nothing but security cameras and monitors watching him aimlessly. Without him knowing, they knew what his next move would be... Their computer chips updated with the program to penetrate brain cells. That's when he went swinging harder. Wrecking enough damage to one of the machines, before he felt a sting to his back that then paralyzed him from the waist down. Herman cried. Raving and ranting, then ranting and raving.

"𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌!" He continued shouting, struggling to be tame or peaceful until taken down by a sturdier U-Robot that had revealed itself from up above. Another electric shock sent him into a sleep. Two security guards sat at the reception desk of the penitentiary, watching as the others had just handled a dire situation. One of the guards had laughed and removed a tear from his eye. He pointed at a single screen from the vast showcasing of surveillance monitors. On the screens displayed the current date and time.

ᴬᴾᴿᴵᴸ 4ᵀᴴ, 1949. 3:45 ᴬᴹ.

"Poor George, everyday it's the same thing." "Hate to say I told you so, but I told you so..." The guard's laughter subsided and the other shook their head from a chair beside him. "You were right again, Freddy... but you 'gotta admit that somewhere deep down you do feel a wee bit sorry for the fella'. He's lost his mind and he does not remember who he really is." "I believe he's reliving everyday like it's 1984."

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"all right!"

"after two days of grinding, we finally beat this raid"

"okay, time to start splitting the loot, should we draw lots or do it by roulette?"

"i say we give Jay the first pick since without him grinding for resources, we wont have enough materials to meet todays quota"

"i agree"

"so do i"

...


after the 11 members of the raiding party come to a conclution, they finally realized that the character that they were talking about was not moving an inch..



in a room somewhere, filled with thrash bags that have been collected for weeks, a young man was in front of his computer playing online for the third day straight.

with his hands shaking as he clicked on his mouse, his vision sways as he falls face first onto his beloved keyboard..

"is this it?... this is how i die?...

 dying of hunger after grinding for materials for two straight days without food or sleep? i still have to destroy my computer and burn all the materials under my bed...

 but this isnt so bad, i died after beating a raid boss with my favourite guildmates in-game, i could say that i died a hero.."

as his face hit the kerboard, the last words of his chacter came on screen...


"uhg65jy6nb"


as this was the first time someone died playing thier game, the company used his final word as a campaign slogan, solidifying his legend as the gamer who died irl after fighting the goblin emperor

after dying from hunger for being a shut-in, our hero dies full of regrets for things he couldn't do

lucky for him, the goddess of transmigration took pity on him and gave him a second chance in life


but to live in a new world, he needs a cheat that can help with daily life

the life of a reincarnated with a crafting system starts now!!

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Koo is a loveable local activist who suffers from a severe phobia of snakes.

Koo Chan-Sung is a 35-year-old local activist who enjoys photography, hockey and relaxing. He is loveable and giving, but can also be very rude and a bit stingy.

He is Asian-American who denies himself as straight. He has a degree in philosophy, politics and economics. He is allergic to sugar. He has a severe phobia of snakes, and is obsessed with milkshake.

Physically, Koo is in pretty good shape. He is tall with olive skin, blonde hair and black eyes.

He grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. He was raised by his mother, his father having left when he was young.

He is currently single. His most recent romance was with a professional sports person called 

Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen, who was the same age as him. They broke up because Elizabeth felt smothered by Koo's generosity.

Koo has one child with ex-girlfriend Elizabeth: Stella aged 3.

Koo's best friend is a local activist called Otto Thompson. They have a very rey friendship. He also hangs around with Colleen Richards and Dominic Patel. They enjoy drone photography together.


Basic Information:

Name: Koo Chan-Sung 
Nickname: Tall Koo 
Reason for nickname: Descriptive 
Date of birth: Sunday, 9th Sep 1984 (Age 35)
Star sign: Virgo 
Nationality: Asian-American 
Ethnicity: Asian 
Social class: Middle class 
Religion: Presbyterian 
Sexuality: Straight 
Education: Bachelor's Degree 
Course: Philosophy, politics and economics 
Political views: Centre 
Relationship status: Single 
Career paths: Law / Politics 

Physical Characteristics:

Height: tall 
Shape: average 
Build: average 
Hair colour: blonde (naturally brown) 
Hairstyle: short sides with loose curls on top 
Eyes: black 
Face shape: round 
Glasses/lenses: contact lenses 
Distinguishing marks: none 
Other words that might be used: blonde-haired, full-length, grandiloquent, leggy, longlegged, stately, statuesque, tall 


Personality:

Positive characteristics: loveable, giving

Negative characteristics: rude, stingy

Words often used:  giving, loveable, rude, stingy

Other words might be used: beggarly, bighearted, bounderish, bounteous, bountiful, cheap, cheeseparing, chintzy, close, crude, early, educated, enlightened, giving, grudging, ill-bred, ill-mannered, impolite, informed, instructed, knowing, knowledgeable, learned, lettered, liberal, literate, little, loveable, lowbred, meager, mean, mingy, miserly, natural, near, numerate, openhanded, parsimonious, penurious, primitive, raw, rude, schooled, scrimpy, self-educated, selsh, semiliterate, small, stingy, taught, tight, tightsted, tutored, uncivil, underbred, ungenerous, unmannered, unmannerly, unprocessed, unrened, well-educated, well-read, yokelish 

Moral: not at all 
Stable: sometimes 
Loyal: sometimes 
Generous: sometimes 
Extrovert: sometimes 
Compassionate: very 
IQ: 97
Hobbies: photography, hockey, relaxing, drone photography, ferret racing, football Phobias: snakes Obsessions: milkshake 
Diet: eats meat 
Favourite foods: mangoes, soup 
Allergies and intolerances: sugar 


Employment:

Secretary at a law firm Grover and Gleeber - ( 2002 - 2006) - resigned 
Intern at a law rm Grover and Gleeber - (2006 - 2017) - resigned 
Local activist The Centre Party - 2017 - present


Background:

Early years - Koo grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. He was raised by his mother, his father having left when he was young.
Formative years - Koo got is first job as a secretary at a law firm at age 18.  Koo went to university and got a degree.
Most traumatic childhood experience: His father leaving when he was four.


Child:

Stella Arthur Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 2016 - present)
Relation: Son 
Occupation: Small child 
Other parent Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen 
Age: 3 
Relationship: They are very close 


Friends:

Otto Gerald Thompson - (Lifespan: 1981 - present)
Relation: Friend 
Occupation: Personal trainer 
Age: 38
Relationship: They have a very firey friendship

Colleen Lily Richards - (Lifespan: 1987 - present)
Relation: Friend 
Occupation: Sous chef 
Age: 32
RelationshipL:They get on well most of the time

Dominic August Patel - (Lifespan: 1980 - present)
Relation: Friend 
Occupation: Artist 
Age: 39
Relationship: They have a very firey friendship


Parents:

Pauline Miranda Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 1963 - present)
Relation: Mother 
Occupation: Lawyer 
Age: 56 
Relationship: Generally harmonious.


Ibrahim Kelly Moore - (Lifespan: 1953 - present)
Relation: Father 
Occupation: Scientist 
Age: 66 
Relationship: Non-existent.


Siblings:

Chloe Sian Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 1979 - present)
Relation: Half sister (shared mother) 
Occupation: Journalist 
Age: 40
Relationship: Koo and Chloe grew up together. They do not get on well.

Dale Beverly Moore - (Lifespan: 1969 - present)
Relation: Half sister (shared father) 
Occupation: Train robber 
Age: 50
Relationship: Koo and Dale spent a lot of time together before their father walked out on Koo's mum and see each other from time to time.

Karen Shane Moore - (Lifespan: 1970 - present)
Relation: Half sister (shared father) 
Occupation: Journalist 
Age: 48
Relationship: Koo and Karen spent a lot of time together before their father walked out on Koo's mum and made an effort to stay in touch.

Kate Imogen Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 1983 - present)
Relation: Sister 
Occupation: Chef 
Age: 36 
Relationship: They do not get on well. 


Former Partner:

Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen - (Lifespan: 1985 - present)
Relation: Ex-girlfriend (7 years : 2011 2018) 
Occupation: Professional sports person 
Reason for breakup: Elizabeth felt smothered by Koo's generosity 
Age: 34 
Relationship: No longer keep in touch

Political Views:
Abortion: pro 
Racial equality: very pro
LGBTQ rights: undecided 
Subsidised healthcare: pro
 Gun control: very pro 
Nuclear disarmament: against 
Death penalty: very against 
Tax cuts for the wealthy: against 
Protecting the environment: pro 

Timeline:
1984 - Age 0 - Koo Chan-Sung is born
1988 - Age 4 - Father, Ibrahim Kelly Moore walks out
2002 - Age 18 - Starts work at Grover and Gleeber at secretary at a law rm
2006 - Age 22 - Resigns from job as secretary at a law rm at Grover and Gleeber 
 Starts work at Grover and Gleeber at intern at a law rm
2011 - Age 27 -  Gets together with Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen.
2016 - Age 32 - Son, Stella Arthur Chan-Sung is born
2017 - Age 33 - Resigns from job as intern at a law rm at Grover and Gleeber 
 Starts work at The Centre Party at local activist
2018 - Age 34 - Relationship with Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen ends (Elizabeth felt smothered by Koo's generosity).
2019-09-01 Present Day


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Jang Man-Wol is a CSI agent from the another planet.  She met an elf named Koo Chan-Sung.  And, their adventure began when they both traveled to a space called Hotel Del Luna.  Woo Whee or also known as Woo Ma-Wang is the iconic emperor who ruled the galaxy.  Hotel Del Luna is a space in the galaxy, which is part of his territories.

After sending the guests off and handing me the newest reports, Carl and the subordinate that impersonated the boss, Ethan, kept staring at me with blank expressions.

"What?"

Carl scratched the back of his head and with the dumbest expression I have ever seen finally asked what was on their mind.

"Miss, are we going to clean a stain in the Duke's house instead of harming the Prince?"

Hearing the ridiculous statement made by Carl, I resisted the urge to laugh and decided to tease them a bit. It doesn't hurt to have a little bit of fun at your employees expense right?

Narrowing my eyes at them, I spoke with my voice filled with disappointment.

"What? You can't clean properly? Is the training to bland? Maybe I should be a bit more strict to you guys..."

"NO!"

Ethan quickly and strongly denied my statement. As if he realized his rudeness and eagerness, Ethan quickly tried to redeem himself.

"Miss what I mean is that you don't need to overexert yourself. W-we can clean a place spotless clean right Carl?"

Bobbing his head so quickly that I thought it might fall, Carl agreed with Ethan.

"Yes, yes. Miss need not to worry, we will make cleaner than ever before"

"Is that so? I don't mind teaching you personally though"

"No, no. Miss need not to worry about us AT ALL. You have so much to handle... the stain will be cleaned as per requested, worry not"

Seeing their flustered appearance I couldn't hold any longer.

"*pffft*"

Seeing my two lovely subordinates looking at me flabbergasted with the reaction they got, I started to explain the conversation with Duke Fournier.

"The plan with the Prince Albert is still up. The stain that the Duke Fournier refers to is Prince Albert and the squirrel is Julia, do you get it?"

"Sort of.... but why a squirrel?"

"I could say is because she looks like one, but this is only partially true. The truth is because she's cute but is still a 'rat', so the noble circle came up with the nickname... I heard that Miss Julia rather liked being compared with such adorable creatures, that's why Prince Albert still permits the nickname as long as he doesn't hear it. I wonder if we can make squirrel plush toys a thing. We can ask Julia to advertise..."

"As I thought, nobles are really different. Even the way of cussing is refined and could be mistaken as a compliment"

Ethan nodded to Carl's statement.

"Yes, they are scary. Miss and the Duke transformed an assassination and a crime against the Crown in a talk about pest extermination and cleaning. Miss is even more amazing since she will make the Lady in question sell a plush toy that it's an insult to her "

"You are right, no one knows how to take advantage of a situation as well as our Miss!"

"You do realize I'm still here right?"

Averting their eyes to the floor, both of them spoke in monotone.

"Miss is the Society Flower"

"Miss is unique"

' ' our Miss is the scariest of them all' '

Deciding to ignore the stupid duo, I started to think how should I disclose to Father today's meeting.

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"You're telling me that, that snake-like person is behind all of this?"

"Yes, he was the one that showed up at the meeting and discussed the details with me"

"...hahaHAHA"

A loud laugh filled Father's study. I think Father's grudge against Duke Fournier was bigger than I thought. I never saw Father laugh so loud and happy in my life!

"Finally! FINALLY CECILE!! This time he's doomed! And is all thank to you my dear"

Saying so, Father gave me a hug so tight that I thought that some bones may brake.

"F-father.. I-I can't b-breath"

"I'm sorry little bunny, I was just to excited"

Releasing me from the torturous hug, Father went back to his chair.

"*cough* *cough* where were we? Yes. The mastermind is Fournier. Hmm... when did he wanted you to execute the task?"

"Next month. He didn't gave us a exact date, but we have the Royal Parade and New Year's party next month. He left to my discretion which one to take advantage of"

"I see... putting both events on a scale, the one which is more favorable to act is the parade. You can mix your people with Royal soldiers and commoners"

"No. Too risky. If I put guys on the Royal guard I will need to involve more people then necessary and in turn it will increase the chances of leaking our plan. I thought in having many disturbances a long the path chosen to the Parade"

Father went silent for a few minutes. I know it's a bold move, but is the most effective one Dear Father.

"Father-"

"You want to do terrorism?"

"... such an ugly word. No, I'm helping the country by scaring a few people..."

Father didn't even acknowledge my argument with a sound and just kept staring at me.

"Hm-eh... maybe is terrorism. But listen to me first. I will strategically blow the black organizations' stores that are in the path. I already put someone of trust to study their architecture so that when blown it won't hurt any innocent bystanders. Plus, just in case I will make free clinic consults for the people at strategic points so that this won't happen. The clinics will be open an entire week so that it won't be suspicious"

"You seem to have thought well about this..."

"Of course is for the sake of our country!"

"...how for example besides receiving money from the Task, rewards from the King you will also eliminate your competitors from the Underworld"

'Hehe... seems that I was found out'

"As I said for the sake of our country!"

"Yes, yes. You're very patriotic indeed. How will you deal with the nobles in the aftermath? They will probably spread rumors saying that your benevolence was nothing but a sham to hide your dirty real face as the Boss of the Underworld"

"I already have a plan. You will ask the His Majesty to make an edict ordering me to be in charge of the lives of those man. I will play the saint role and make them redeem themselves by giving them a chance to ask forgiveness about their past with a honest life and community works. This way, even when accused of being a sham, the population will be by my side as always"

After all I have a big credibility in the society as a role. The many social projects I did and my benevolence is well known fact amongst everyone.

"I remember reading somewhere that the receptivity of the masses is very limited, their intelligence is small, but their power of forgetting is enormous. In consequence of these facts, all effective propaganda must be limited to a very few points and must harp on these in slogans until the last member of the public understands what you want him to understand by your slogan."

"... your slogan is 'I am a sant'?"

"No way, it's too tacky. 'I am a good person' is the slogan. Is not a lie anyways right Father?"

"Yes my Dear, you are the best of them all, but may I now where did you read this phrase?"

'I want this book. Where it is' is written all over my father's face. I guess previous leaders quotes are a good study material to any type of leader.

"Don't remember... but I will look for you"

It seems that I'm forgetting to report something...

"Right! Father Duke Fournier has a mole inside the Palace. He knew that I had a private meeting with Her Highness, the Princes and Lady Julia. You should report this to His Majesty as soon as possible"

"As expected. At least now we have a smaller range os people to investigate. You did a good job today bunny. You must be tired, you can retire now if you want"

"I'm glad of being able to help Father. I'll be going now but you shouldn't stay until too late also, otherwise Mom will scold you later"

"Ah, yes. I will be over soon"

After seeing the pale face of my Father after mentioning Mother's scolding, I went to my little paradise: my bed.

After being reincarnated into a world of otome game as a villainess character, I fell in the routine situation of death flags+broke engagement.

The prince doesn’t want me? Please, who will want a Scum Prince as a husband? I don’t. Let’s break this engagement and with my knowledge from the previous life, I will aim for a peaceful life!

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Cover art is not mine!

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• This book is inspired on webnovels that I read, so he will probably similar in some points to some readings that you guys had!

• English is not my native language, so without a doubt that will be some errors. If you guys spot one and be kind enough to put in the comments, I appreciate.

• This is a book written by a reader that got upset with some of her readings 

~ thank you for reading my book ~

Previously …
Two years passed after Arthur met with Hancock. Arthur is 17 years old and a very handsome young man. He let his hair grow to his hips because after mastering [Seimei Kikan] Arthur was able to move his hair like Kumadori CP-9. Boa Hancock now 14 years and Nico Robin 13 years, they both look very beautiful with their hourglass bodies. Nobody could deny Boa Hancock beauty, it's just that her pride could not be lost even though it was not as bad as in the anime to bend her body backward. Nico Robin is no less beautiful than Boa Hancock, this time Robin's skin color is no longer dark as it now looks like with Robin in the anime after the 2 years time skip.
These 2 years Hancock always challenged Arthur but could not win. Not only manipulating the cloud, but Hancock was able to create a rainwater attack [Pistol Rain] by pointing her finger at the target. And also creates lightning around her leg to strengthen her kick attack, [Tempest Femur], but she hasn't been able to create lightning attacks like Thunder-Thunder Fruit. 
Arthur: "You need to embed your Busoshoku Haki in your attack to make it stronger."
*Smack* *Smack*
Hancock + Robin: "Kya !?" 
Arthur: "And never forget to always focus on using Kenbunshoku Haki in battle. Firm, soft, and perky, Gochisosama Deshita." Arthur put his hand together say thanks to Hancock and Robin.
Robin: "[Mil Fleur: Gigantesco Mano]" 
Hancock: "[Storm Cloud: Tornado]" 
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Hancock: "Huft ... Huft ... Arthur, tomorrow is your 17th birthday. Do you want to sail right after this?" Hancock, who is resting after failing to defeat Arthur, takes a towel and asks about Arthur's plans.
Arthur: "I'll wait another year or two to start sailing. You are still 14 years old, Robin is 13 years old and Baby-5 the youngest is 9 years old. Plus they both haven't passed the test given by Sebas even though we both have passed." Arthur threw a bottle of drinking water at Hancock and she accepted and immediately drank it.
Hancock: "I also still want to teach Mari and Sonia to make them ready to become Amazon Lily leaders, plus facilities here can help them become stronger." She threw the water bottle back.
Arthur: "Do you want me to give them both the devil fruits that I have?" Arthur asked after drinking water from the same bottle as Hancock and making Hancock's face flushed by an indirect kiss with Arthur.
Hancock: "Hm, they don't need your help to be strong." Hancock tried to hide her embarrassment by acting arrogantly.
Arthur: "But you use facilities in my house."
Hancock: "I got permission from Maria, not you"
Arthur: "Yes ... yes ... Then, are you ready for my birthday party tomorrow?"
Hancock: "Sigh ... your mother is indeed unusual. Every year she always has a birthday party for the six of us and always makes us wear the clothes she wants. When I tried to fight her with all my ability but somehow I passed out and woke up already wearing the dress of her choice. And that didn't happen just once, after that, I accepted the fate."
Arthur: "Hahaha ... the future pirate empress is inferior to a housewife preparing for a birthday party."

2 years have passed after Arthur met with Hancock. Their relationship is getting closer but Hancock's pride makes her unable to openly admit it. The hatred she has now is directed towards the World Government which formed by Tenryuubito, the world nobles who makes them slaves. After the World Government, what she hated was the marine who let the Tenryuubito even though they had the slogan 'justice'. And not out of anger Boa Hancock is the Slave Traders.
Robin: "Can you guys not flirting in front of us who "haven't" passed the test given by grandpa Sebas."
Hancock: "Who is flirt with this damn lizard?" Hancock and Robin start quarreling.
Mari + Sonia: "Nesan ..." They could only shake their heads at her sister's behavior which covered her embarrassment by calling Arthur the nickname Tenryuubito she made.
Arthur: "Why can't you two get along?"
Hancock + Robin: "Ha? Why do you think? " They stopped quarreling and turned their gaze to Arthur and return his question.
Arthur: "Eh?" Arthur who knew that they were fighting for his first wife's position and Arthur had answered that whoever won 2 times in a row when they both fought would be his first wife.
Baby-5: "Young master Arthur, I'm sorry for can't pass the test given by Grandpa Sebas."
Arthur: "Besides the mock battle test with Sebas, if I'm not mistaken the test Sebas gave to Robin was to find out how Gol D Roger was captured and Baby-5, you were asked to cure patients without the power of the devil fruit and cook a recipe from Sebas."
Robin: "To practice sparring, I have graduated at the same time with Hancock but I can't yet find out how Gol D Roger got caught."
Baby-5: "If me, I just can't graduate from sparring while the other tests I can finish it easily."
Arthur: "Baby-5, you only need a little practice so you can pass the Sebas exam because you're the youngest here. But for you, Robin, this will be very difficult because not many people know this. "
Sebas: "Young master Arthur. Tonight, the queen of the Ryugu kingdom Fishman island will come to Mary Geoise and tomorrow she will meet the head of the World Nobles' family."
Arthur: "Oh, I almost forgot about this event. Thanks for the information. Sebas. "

The next morning at the meeting room, Otohime was waiting for the arrival of the head of the World Noble families to promote coexistence between humans and fishmen. But only 2 people were present at the meeting, the heads of the Donquixote and Amenome families.
Saint Adam: "What do you expect from those old men when you get a sudden invitation like this, my friend, Donquixote?"
Donquixote: "If it wasn't for getting news from my son Mjosgard had an accident then I wouldn't be at Mary Geoise this month either. Forgive them, queen Otohime. "
Otohime: "No problem, I also realize that the goals I hope will not be easily achieved."
Saint Adam: "So, what is the actual agenda for this meeting, tonight is my grandson's seventeenth birthday party."
Donquixote: "Oh ... little Arthur is already 17th years old."
Otohime: "Congratulations, Saint Adam. And for the agenda of this meeting, I want to promote coexistence between Fishman and humans so Fishman can live peacefully on the surface and the Ryugu Kingdom can join the world government. "
Saint Adam: "Oh ... that means you have to get the approval of 19 heads of families of the World Noble. What do you think about the reaction of the other family, Donquixote? "
Donquixote: "Of course there will be families who disagree, but since the queen of Otohime has saved my son, Mjosgard. I will contact a family that is close to the Donquixote family. Maybe 5 or 6 families will agree after I talk to them. How about the Amenome family, if you talk, surely the rest will agree? "
Otohime: "I also personally ask for help from Saint Adam, if you agree, then I represent ..."
Saint Adam: "All right."
Otohime: "Eh? Do you want to help me get approval from other World Noble families? " Otohime who had prepared a few sentences before the meeting began to feel everything was futile and did not believe that this would be very easy.
Saint Adam: "It's not difficult as long as you want to be present at my grandchild's birthday party, because last night Arthur said that he wanted to meet you, queen Otohime, the queen of Ryugu Kingdom Fishman Island."

Otaku who want to be reincarnated in the world of One Piece, hm. 
Trying to go on an adventure in his second life, hm. 
Enjoy everything in the new world, hm. 
This is a synopsis, hm. 
Hm, that's it. 
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I am a beginner writer so don't expect too much. 
English is not my native language.
This novel is just fan fiction and the only thing that comes from me is all the new characters and places that I have added.
Cover is based on [ FGO-Arthur Pendagron (Prototype) ] and [ Akatsuki no Yona-Kija ], I got the images from google and merge it.

That day, Odd Zhuo asked for sick leave and didn't go to work.
After that group of reporters left, he texted Zhong Lang. "Little Zhong, I'm not feeling well today. There's been a lot on our plate recently, I'm going to have to trouble you."
Odd Zhuo had always been a polite person. Zhong Lang had only worked with him for a few short months, and as Odd Zhuo's reputation skyrocketed, the work of Songhai's General Administration of 100 Schools had also increased. However, Zhong Lang didn't feel the least bit tired. Odd Zhuo was his superior but also his fellow brother, and they actually had a good personal relationship.
"Brother Zhuo, you can leave things to me if you're not feeling well. Take care of yourself; you have to work, plus vanquish evil and uphold Dao while you're at it – that's so exhausting." Zhong Lang was watching the morning news when he replied to Odd Zhuo's text.
The female newsreader for the morning news was repeating the news on Devil Gut Fungus Lord, and now everyone knew that Odd Zhuo had run off overseas to catch someone… 
Returning to his apartment, Odd Zhuo put his briefcase down, took off his suit jacket and shirt, and took out several jars of "cheeky wine" from the fridge. This wasn't the beer which regular people drank, but actual "cheeky wine" with the slogan "be a little cheeky and be happy"[1] on it.
This cheeky wine was made from a fermented spirit herb, which could help one feel joy when they were vexed.
But it was still wine, after all.
It was unhealthy to drink too much.
Usually, Odd Zhuo would have one jar after work to take off the edge, but now he took out everything he had in the fridge, as he was feeling particularly agitated today.
For some reason, Odd Zhuo felt that he was increasingly becoming a different person.
And he was very unhappy.
As he drained jar after jar of wine, it did nothing to soften his gloom.
Once the alcohol in his bloodstream reached saturation point, Odd Zhuo lay on the sofa and let out a long burp before he looked up and hissed, "Unbearable! Ma Fei!
"Um… who's Ma Fei[2]?
"Forget it… Who cares who he is… 
"Unbearable… 
"So unbearable…"
Lying on the sofa, Odd Zhuo lost more and more confidence. He had drained the jar dry of cheeky wine. Head aching slightly, he tossed the jar aside casually. The potent wine flooded his veins, sending him into a deep sleep.
... 
Odd Zhuo had yet to sober up at noon. At that moment, there was the sound of a doorknob turning in his staff apartment, and a plump man wearing dark clothes entered.
"The infiltration is a success," the man in dark clothing said softly; his mask was a transmission magic treasure which allowed him to contact his team members outside.
It wasn't easy to infiltrate a staff apartment, but as a well-known assassin of the Dark Network, Kong Ruye succeeded in his task. He seldom undertook infiltration work like this now, but he had been offered an irresistibly large sum by the big shot who had hired him.
After completing this mission, he would retire.
At the door, Kong Ruye gave a sigh.
He took off the cloak on his shoulders and covered his entire body with it. After that, his figure and aura completely disappeared.
In the living room, Odd Zhuo sprawled on the sofa, drooling a little.
When Kong Ruye saw the jars of cheeky wine scattered on the coffee table, he tensed up.
This person actually hadn't gone to work today?
Would an expert who had just destroyed a villain in another country get drunk from a few jars of cheeky wine?
He didn't believe it.
His first reaction was that Odd Zhuo was probably faking it!
Cold sweat trickled down his temples as he observed Odd Zhuo's movements from a distance, not daring to act recklessly.
A real expert was conversely more difficult to deal with when drunk.
Kong Ruye sweated buckets under the cloak; he was convinced that as long as he didn't move, he wouldn't be discovered. The cloak he was wearing was a world-defying magic artifact handed down from his ancestors. Although his realm wasn't high, this cloak had been his source of courage in all his years of extensive travel.
But now, Kong Ruye had run into a difficult life problem as he wondered whether to act against Odd Zhuo or not.
It would still be alright if this person really was drunk.
But if he was faking it… 
Kong Ruye was afraid he would lose his small life.
This mission… 
Was much tougher than he had imagined.
He had been asked to collect a strand of Odd Zhuo's hair.
Although he had no idea what the client wanted with Odd Zhuo's hair, it certainly hadn't sounded like a difficult mission.
He just needed to sneak into Odd Zhuo's apartment when the latter was at work and find a strand of hair.
But since he couldn't tell whether Odd Zhuo was faking his drunken state or not, he was feeling immense mental pressure.
After taking deep breaths for dozens of seconds, Kong Ruye decided to steer clear of Odd Zhuo and avoid direct contact. Even if the apartment owner was at home, directly cutting the other party's hair would be putting his life at risk… 
Odd Zhuo looked like he had casual living habits, so it should be possible to find some traces of hair in the bathroom.
But when Kong Ruye went to the bathroom, he was dumbfounded again.
He never imagined that a man's bathroom could be so sparkling clean, without even a speck of dust to be found.
Leaning over, he felt around the drain groove, only to find no hair in it. It looked like this Director Zhuo didn't shed hair when he showered. Or, he had a habit of cleaning them up.
Why… 
Kong Ruye was a little wounded.
Why was this man so powerful and yet had so much hair[3]… 
Given how clean the bathroom was, it looked like there wouldn't be any hair in the bedroom either.
The jars of cheeky wine scattered around outside was the result of Odd Zhuo's occasional bout of indulgence.
To be on the safe side, Kong Ruye went to the bedroom, and after confirming that there wasn't any hair there, he finally switched targets to the drunk Odd Zhuo who was lying down in the living room.
"So, I can only make a move myself?" Kong Ruye swallowed before he took out a pair of scissors and slowly approached the sofa.
Just as he was about to act, Odd Zhuo suddenly roared, "Do you know?! Do you know… you should be fat… and I should be thin[4]…"
Damn!
He had been noticed!
Drenched in sweat, Kong Ruye withdrew the scissors. He was clearly covered by the cloak, but the other party had guessed he was a fatty!
As expected, this guy had been pretending!
Flustered, Kong Ruye was about to quickly flee the apartment, but Odd Zhuo actually flipped over at that moment and tripped him.
Aiya!
Kong Ruye, who was going to run, gave a wretched cry and suddenly fell, his forehead hitting the coffee table in front of Odd Zhuo with a loud thump.
It was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal who had gifted Odd Zhuo with this coffee table on the day of the founding of the Office of Strategic Deception. It was made from a special material and was extremely durable – a Soul Formation cultivator wouldn't be able to break it easily.
And so, Kong Ruye passed out, his head covered in blood… 
[1] "Cheeky" and "beer" are homonyms in Chinese, and the slogan is a riff on a song title.
[2] A random line from a Lol game live stream, spoken to live streamer Ma Feifei, which caught on as a catchphrase.
[3] The joke is from" One Punch Man," where the protagonist gains insane strength at the cost of going bald.
[4] Modified from a line in the "Song Poem," "The red should languish and the green should grow."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

The War Between the States was about independence, about self-determination, about the right of a people to break free of a government to which they could no longer give allegiance...  How long is this endless groveling before every cry of 'racism' going to continue before the whole country collectively throws up? Pat Buchanan, Leonora Fulani's running mate- syndicated column (28 July 1993). 

   AGENT JON BURGE Report on the Brooklyn Ganja Riot: (verbal). 
   Our story connects with the politics of the island of Jamaica. Jamaica was granted independence by the United Kingdom in 1962. There are two main political parties there, the People's National Party, and the Jamaica Labour Party. Election campaigns are pretty tough down there. This is how it works: Gangs affiliated with each party dominate certain neighborhoods in Kingston, the capital. Pretty much, the party that your neighborhood gang is affiliated with will carry your district overwhelmingly if you get the picture.  Counter-intuitively the Labour Party there was and is the conservative party, and the People's National Party is socialist leaning and its leaders flirt with Cuba. 
    Marijuana, also known as ganja, is a widespread phenomenon in Jamaica, and a homegrown religion called Rastafarianism considers smoking ganja a communion with the Higher Power much like the Church of the Realized Fantasy does.
    At some point, some people in a think tank decided that the wrong guy was always winning these elections. That meant in their point of view, the wrong guy had the strongest election gangs. So the CIA arranged for Jamaican election gangs to come to the United States, get green cards, and enjoy a blind eye to the ganja trade. 
   I don't imagine you can think about the Eastern Parkway parade and not have marijuana cross your mind, although not much is smoked in public even at the parade. I  usually take Labor Days off and go and enjoy the parade myself. It's quite a sight. Barbecues spring up all over Brooklyn's sidewalks and parks. Thousands go to watch it all, sexy costumes and dancers and all. Brooklyn has a great park, almost as big as Central Park. It's pretty much in the middle of Brooklyn, and it's called Prospect Park. On a hot summer's day, it'll be packed. It throngs with people, (mainly non-Caribbean people on Labor Day). The main entrance to Prospect Park is not very far from where the Parade ends. A really short walk. 
   The New Sabbatteans got a permit for a giant outdoor festival for Labor Day evening, 2011. They promoted it everywhere, inside and out. They organized security and hired the Hell's Angels to beef that up. They bought portable barbecue grills. Lots of them. They bought pigs - yes, suckling pigs! 
    Everyone in Brooklyn knew about this big party that was going to happen after the parade, just over in Prospect Park. On the big day, they barbecued, they gave out cans of sodas and juices, and they opened up a very big surprise: A gigantic van loaded with New York Hydroponic marijuana, driven by "Albanian Louie" Xhaxahka, with "the Pope" in his vestments sitting right next to him, riding shotgun. The three "rabbis" were convinced that smoking  this plant puts a person into communion with God. Or so they said. So, not the most original idea.   
   Rastafarians among many others were looking forward to the whole thing and had caught the rumor there was going to be free weed and food. With marijuana legal or decriminalized in states with millions of people, what mayor was going to order his police to charge into throngs of people - including black hats - at a Labor Day barbecue? For communing with God?
    Not everyone was happy about this surprise. But lots of people were. I work around a lot of Jews. Back when I  was a cop in Chicago  I joined a study group  just  about  them. Back in the late 1600s, there  was  another religious/spiritual movement of about a million Jews. That would be as if they numbered around  10  or 11 million, since there are  probably a little more than 10 times as many people alive on earth right now as there were in those days. Supposed Messiahs came and went. The king of all "false messiahs" was Sabbatai Z'vi.  His followers embraced sin, plain and simple. They ate forbidden meats with milk, they engaged in wild orgies, they blasphemed, and they drew converts and followers from outside the Jewish sphere. The Ottomans got their hands on this guy Z'vi, and gave him a choice. He could  prove  he's  the messiah by being executed and then returning to life, or he could embrace Islam. Z'vi chose life. The one he was more certain about. The Church, the Muslim Ottomans, the official rabbis, everyone came down on them. This is the 1700s. The Sabbatai Z'vi movement went underground. Deep underground. Then came Jacob Frank, cut from the same  cloth.  So underground, that I believe there really still are Sabbatai and Frankist followers in secret, and others don't even know they are following what Zvi and Frank would be telling them to do even now, which is to raise hell one way or the other. I can't help noticing that  half the time there's any kind of uproar or countercultural movement they are front and center. Well, Jerry Rubin, Abbie Hoffman, Allen Ginsburg, Mickey Cezar, Tuli Kupferberg's band The Fugs, and some others figured it out back in the year 1984. They also read about  the  Mayan prophecies and the coming sun storms of 2012. Three of them, Tuli Kupferberg, Allen Ginsberg and Abbie Hoffman got together and hatched a long term plan that was supposed to come into fruition starting in the year 2010, and culminating at the peak of the 2012 sun storms, a day they reckoned to be September 17, 2012. I could show you the transcripts if I had them, which I don't, but that would be wasting your time. You know what they say about arguments over angels dancing on pinheads and the like. I'm giving you the outcome of the marathon meeting. That was simple: Reach out and touch "someones."  Meet the masses more than half way, and lah tee dah! Let the good times roll bon ami. Abbie Hoffman said, "If it feels good, do it!" Allen Ginsberg said, "Howl!" And so, that's how the New Sabbatean Movement / Noahide Movement was conceived. They organized on the QT among the black hatted and bare headed. They planned and they studied and made contacts.  Actually they thought they had the wind at their backs. Sooner or later marijuana was going to be legal in New Amsterdam. For God's sake bazooka is decriminalized (at least for orange people)! Not just for medicine and for fun but that human godhood could be reached. So while the planned party at Prospect Park was definitely illegal there were people who were pushing for legal cannabis who  thought that this interethnic love festival might put them over the top. But something went very wrong in Prospect Park. It was supposed to be something like a Be-In or a Love-In.  And it started out that way.  In fact, if you could imagine this scene of Hasidic Jews, Rastafarians and everyone in between smoking weed together and handing weed out to anyone, loud speakers all over the park with different kinds of music going on, and even cops getting in on the fun. Tuli Kupferberg summed it up best, "Bring the Messiah with Pot, Peace, Pussy and Prosperity and a gazillion acts of random kindness." But a shadowy and unofficial group of police officers who called themselves LEG (Law Enforcement Group) led by one patrolman Leon Leoni had other plans. There's something about a police riot. The brass don't order it, the brass don't direct it, but also the brass do not try to stop it. They pretty much stand back. And when it's over everyone is doing the "both sides" routine. 
   So you had mounted cops on horses that are charging into groups of people, trampling them, knocking over tables and everything else. Cops on foot were swinging clubs. Hells Angels swinging pool cues. In a matter of seconds, it was a disaster broadcast all over the world. When it was all over there were 202 arrests, with seven people dead. Fifteen cops and an unknown number of civilians were hospitalized. Police went into Lutheran, Brooklyn Jewish, Interfaith and Methodist hospitals delivering beatings and arresting random people.

1984 party slogan

梦幻1984

Age of Cosmic Exploration

Writer of the world

Stories before Bedtime

Life of a Crafter

Galactic Peculiar Light Sabre Wars

The villainess aims for a peaceful life

ART IS ___

The Daily Life of the Immortal King

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