There was a sudden emergence of portals throughout the world. 

Spewing out multitudes of monster all over earth.

Man was desperate, but didn't give up.

Harnessing the powers from the interracial beasts themselves, 

Man evolved into its final form.

Man prevailed.

The otherworldly threat was neutralised.








OR MAYBE NOT...

has been years since the first portal appeared on Earth in different parts of the world. 

Spewing forth multitude upon multitudes of monster on Earth.

Not sparing a single continent from the invaders.

A lot of solutions were brought forward. 

Several weapons were used, bombs were detonated, missiles were launched atomic bombs was used turning some part of the world into wastelands killing some of the monsters but the numbers killed were negligible.

 It was to no avail as those monsters were faster, stronger and a little bit smart.

They feel danger and before they could get hit, they flee.

After several setbacks and pointless sacrifices, humanity has learned it's lessons. 

In order to effectively combat this otherworldly threat, was to harness the power of the monsters and evolve themselves through defeating these monsters, absorbing their genome in their body, collecting blood orbs.

Defeating the monsters this way, humanity grew more resilient and resistant than ever before.

Humanity turned the tide from the brink of extinction to being at a stalemate with those beasts from he other side...Or not.

'Bloodshot', the most feared name throughout the nation. 

Bloodshot, the name that could scatter crowds immediately. This is the most gruesome, and bloody killer in all of Japan. This is the name of a person which heroes and authorities have tried tracking down. However, they always end up disappearing without a trace. 

What if 'Bloodshot' was just your average 15-year old girl who did everything for a reason? Just like everybody else, she has her own personal issues.

Chen Ge was playing hide and seek with the ghost fetus with the whole city as the playground. The ghost fetus was hiding, and he was seeking; this annoyed him slightly. But Zhen Zhen's appearance gave Chen Ge hope. However, the premise was that Jiang Long was not lying to him.
"Where is the boy now?'
"I've hidden him away. The police and another group of people from Jiujiang are looking for him." The blood vessels pulsed on Jiang Long's body. It looked disgusting.
"Another group of people?" Chen Ge's interest was piqued. He had no idea that other people, other than himself, were interested in the ghost fetus.
"We met their people in Li Wan City. The man's lips were frozen in a smile, and he wore a patient's outfit under his jacket."
"The non-smiler!"
"Yes, but I have no idea whether he is doing this independently or the cursed hospital at Xin Hai is behind it." Jiang Long's voice slowly became calm. He seemed to have accepted that he had fallen into Chen Ge's hands and had given up struggling.
"You also know about the cursed hospital?" Chen Ge narrowed his eyes. "You're not lying to me, are you? Purposely trying to distract my attention with that hospital?"
"Why would I lie to you? Today, I came here because I am already cornered. Otherwise, I wouldn't take such a risk." Jiang Long smiled bitterly. "The police won't stop chasing me, but the real despair came from the sighting of that non-smiler at my house last night. The madman was just standing there. We both saw each other."
"But what does that have to do with you entering my haunted house?" Chen Ge was a constant visitor at the police station and had been in the interrogation room many times. He could not help but pick up some useful skills over time, so now he was quite familiar with interrogating others.
"The shadow said that you have a door hidden in your haunted house. He became what he was after he entered that door." The shadow had possessed Jiang Long's body for a long time, so the latter knew a lot of the former's secret.
"Did he tell you what is behind the door?"
"You don't know that yourself?" After hearing Chen Ge's question, Jiang Long was startled, but he soon returned to normal. "The shadow never mentioned that. I wanted to enter that door myself because I wanted to become as strong as the shadow. The police are drawing closer, and now the non-smiler is after me as well. I need to find a way out for myself."
Jiang Long's reasoning was sound. After giving it some thought, Chen Ge stopped the interrogation. "It's too dangerous to leave the child alone. Tell me where he is. I'll bring him here."
The classroom turned quiet, and Jiang Long said after a long time, "He is in a basement in Western Jiujiang. It's quite isolated. I'll take you there."
Flipping the comic, Chen Ge placed Jiang Long in with the stench.
"Well, everyone, it's time to go back to work. The man has been caught." Chen Ge had the employees return to their post as he dragged the backpack and headed outside. To prevent Jiang Long from doing some funny business, Chen Ge had Men Nan and the red high heels guard the 'door' at the toilet and had Ol' Zhou and Ol' Bai patrol the underground scenarios. After ensuring that there would be no more problems, Chen Ge left the theme park and headed toward Jiang Long's lair.
The place was very far from the theme park and would rarely be visited by others. When Chen Ge left the theme park, a few plainclothes followed him. Chen Ge noticed them, but he did not stop them. After taking a long detour, Chen Ge found Zhen Zhen's hiding spot in the back alley of a building that was about to be taken down in the old city.
"It wouldn't be easy to find this place alone." Jiang Long had probably had his eyes on Chen Ge's haunted house for a long time, but the level of information was not equal. His plan was nipped in the bud before he had a chance to put it into action. The owner was long gone. With Jiang Long's direction, Chen Ge entered the backyard and peeled back the wooden boards that led to the cellar. He looked down the cellar and saw a boy tied to a wooden pole. Next to him was a fainted adult man.
"Zhen Zhen?"
Hearing the voice, the boy slowly opened his eyes and then started to mumble help at Chen Ge.
"It's alright now. Don't be afraid." Chen Ge entered the cellar and undid the ropes around the boy. The boy had been tied up for a long time. His limbs were purple with bruises from the ropes. He carried the boy out from the cellar before turning to the fainted man. The man was Jia Ming. The real culprit was Jiang Long, but it would be Jia Ming who took the fall. He had already lost his self. His soul and spirit had been consumed by Jiang Long, and only an empty shell was left. In essence, Jiang Long had ruined Jia Ming's life.
"You sure have done quite a lot of sins." Chen Ge was about to ask Jiang Long some questions when the backyard door was pushed open.
"Don't move! Get on the ground!"
"Get on the ground now!"
Two plainclothes rushed in, and police sirens followed. Soon, two officers in uniform joined them.
"We're allies! My name is Chen Ge. This suspect came here because he wanted to kill me!" Chen Ge gave out the key information in the shortest time possible. "If you do not believe me, you can call Lee Zheng from the crime investigation unit!"
"He wanted to kill you?" The two plainclothes looked at the unconscious Jia Ming and then at the lively Chen Ge. Something was not right with his statement.
"Put your guns down. He's one of us!" The two officers that came later were from the crime investigation unit. Even though Chen Ge could not recognize them, they recognized him. With the misunderstanding out of the way, Chen Ge sighed in relief. He had only just realized how terrifying being targeted by two real guns was.
"It has been confirmed. The unconscious man is a grade A fugitive, Jia Ming." The police held Chen Ge by both hands. "Brother, you have done another great job!"
"It's what I should do. Helping the law enforcement to ensure societal safety is the responsibility of every citizen. Of course, if there's a reward, it'll only make it better."
Chen Ge stood next to Zhen Zhen while the police carried Jia Ming into the police car. The arrest went smoothly, but as the two officers were dragging Jia Ming out the backyard, the comic that Chen Ge was holding suddenly started to turn on its own. The blood vessels and curses entangled to form a fast moving shadow, and it moved into Jia Ming's body. The unconscious Jia Ming opened his eyes. His eyes bloodshot, he screamed, "He wants to kill me! Help me! Help me!"
Then, he crawled into the police car like a madman. This was the first time that the officers had encountered a fugitive that wanted to be captured so badly. Honestly, Chen Ge himself was given quite a shock. He really did not expect a baleful Specter to turn to the police for help. However, Chen Ge quickly snapped out of it. Just as Jiang Long slipped back into Jia Ming's body, he launched himself at the man, brandishing the comic. "Everyone, be careful!"
"Save me! Arrest me and take me to jail! Lock me up, please! Save me from him!"
Chen Ge raised his fist and aimed it right at Jia Ming's face. He had to shut the man up. Chen Ge knocked Jia Ming into the corner of the alley. In that brief moment, Chen Ge summoned all the Red Specters that he could from the comic and stuffed them into Jia Ming's body.
"Officers! Save me! Arrest me…" Jia Ming's eyes rolled upward, and he fainted again.
"Chen Ge, are you alright‽" The few officers immediately came to help Chen Ge.
"Just a small bruise, it's fine." Chen Ge picked up the comic that had turned red and slowly got up. "The man faked being unconscious. So cunning."


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Life is full of surprises. Some good some bad but my life is mostly filled with good. Good things though have to eventually come to an end. 

My mother a heavy smoker known for her works as a excellent doctor died twenty-two years ago which laid waste to my father. How Ironic she didn't practise what she preached.

My father? He too was a doctor a good one at that maybe even better than my mother. Though when my mother died of lung cancer he blamed himself for it. He indulged into his work that he died of stress and depression. He thought that if he could save and heal enough people he would forgive himself. What a fool of a man he was to blame himself. My relationship with my mother?

A mixed one. I loved her for being my mother. Her selfish nature of smoking lead my father to kill himself indirectly so how can I not bear hatred towards her? Yet at the same time, she is the same women which raised me to be the man I look in the mirror today.

I had followed my parents in their footsteps. I too became a doctor. One filled with hope and calmness something my father should have adopted. Where my father used his despair as fuel I used anger. I learned everything I could so I could heal people so that people could be given a second chance for a better life.

I'm now forty what a life. The past is just the past though. Today though was going to be different. I was going to visit my mother and forgive her. I hadn't gone to her grave since her death. Was it spite, anger, or hatred that stopped me from going. Whatever it was I was going to finally let it go today.

Getting up from my queen size bedroom I looked outside of my window it was raining. I was going to need an umbrella. 

Walking towards the bathroom I looked into the mirror and saw myself because if I saw someone else I would be crazy, wouldn't I? Brushing my teeth I started at my eyes. Hazelnut brown Iris with a tint of orange. a nice combination.

Looking at my skin though reminded me of my mother. She was African and the one thing that I respected was her Thirst for knowledge for a way out of the ghettoes of Detroit. She was successful in her endeavours and that is why even though I hate her for what she's done I still respect her as my mother.

Even though I gained my mother's skin colour I mostly inherited my father looks he was an Asian who grew up in the ghettos of Singapore whose origin He doesn't want to discuss which I respected. His origin till this day remains a secret though I understand that something horrid had occured. His deathly silence gave it away along with despair that leaked out if his eyes.

Finishing my get up I looked in the mirror for the final time. There stood a Forty-year-old man with a dark bushy beard and bald head with a dark grey coat and scarf, not a depressed eighteen-year-old suffering from puberty and hormones whose rage is filled to the brim that a stick is almost up his ass. Today I was going to make progress with my inner anger one way or another.

Pulling out my phone I surfed through the enternet while starting the engine of my car. A new DC comic book was being released today at the book store today might as well buy it after confronting my mother.

Driving down to the graveyard I had a feeling today was going to be different a strange feeling in my gut telling to turn back but I ignored and knocked it off as anxiety trying to get the best of me. I wasn't going to be the anxiety filled fool my father was and I wasnt going to be my stubborn mother who started this rubbish.

Turning to face the graveyard I stood there looking at the entrance. Walking towards the graveyard I finally made it to her grave her name itched on the tombstone. 

"So it's been a while mother, " I smiled standing beside the tombstone.

"Well I hate you for not changing and I've etched that deep into my heart but I know that I too need to change and for that, I forgive you, " I sighed turning to face the headstone.

Standing there I cried a little before wiping it and walking back to the car I needed this. Year's of hatred had finally been released and although I felt weak it only made me stronger. Making my way into the car I drove off to The bookstore that comic was mine and needed something to remedy my mind and take the burden of overthinking things.

Looking at my wallet I realised I had no cash and I decided to restock on bills. Those Chinese shops and not accepting EFTPOS were quite suspicious but their food is quite delicious. Making my way to the ATM machine I with drawled fifty dollars before I was held at gunpoint.

God bless America huh. Turning to face the culprit He looked to be a caucasian teen. His palms very sweaty and his eyes bloodshot. His teeth were tinted yellow and along with his messy black hair and almost pale skin he looked like smeggle from Lord of the rings. His fingers we're partly pressing on the trigger it were as if a single thought alone could pull the trigger.

He was highly likely to be on drugs. looking at the bills I gave it to him I didn't need the money I was a doctor after all I get paid a lot.

"Look kiddo I don't want any trouble here take my money. Look I'm a doctor I can help you if you let me," I pleaded which earned me a look of anger from the teen his brows ever creasing to look as if his face had multiple ass cracks coming from his forehead. 

Giving him the money His hand slipped his fingers pulling the trigger and.

#BANG!#

Aliens to Gods. From Powers to Magic. From death to life. Where does our Protagonist stand? Well, of course, the top.

"Micheal, we are close," Mary said excitedly as she looked at gigantic crystalline roots a few hundred meters in front of us. 
The central roots are different from the other roots, they have a faint golden sheen in vibrant green color, and they looked a lot more crystalline than the other roots we have seen so far.
We have reached closer to the central roots a few hours earlier than expected. It is just a mid-morning of the next day; it only took us just about a day to reach here.
"Let's walk toward it slowly," I said, and she nodded. We crawled toward the central roots under a mesh of gigantic roots thicker than the house, and central roots are even bigger and thicker.
Our small size is very convenient to walk sneakily under the roots, and if not for the crazy thick cosmic energy present around us, everything would have been even more perfect.
Space crack is right below the tree, and the tree's gigantic roots cover it like a package and harnessing the Cosmic Energy that is released from it, but some energy still leaked out, and that Cosmic Energy is coming from the source that is below us.
The density of the Cosmic Energy is now so thick that some cosmic energy still infiltrates the seal I assumed to perfect. It is injuring me every second, and if not for the dense vitality that is healing my injuries next second, I would have died ten times over.
It is not just me who is having a problem; Mary is too having difficulty dealing with the Cosmic Energy; it is clear from her bloodshot eyes. Still, despite facing such challenges, we move towards the Central Roots, where the comic energy is extremely dense.
The risk is very much worth it; it is the central roots that are enveloping the space crack and harvesting Cosmic Energy from the space. So, one can imagine what value the root juice contained.
People would lust for its single drop of it, and I am planning to harvest a tank. I need this root juice for my research, strengthening, refinement, and a host of other things; I needed it very much.
We moved slowly, avoiding any monster that is sitting above and stopping if it is not moving. In such times, I asked Ashlyn for help, as there are a shocking number of Grimm Monsters that had reached near the tree.
It also helped that were are traveling from the ground, not above like before. Here in gound, due to denseness of energy, very few monsters prefer to live, and those who live on the ground, had their eyes close if they are dead.
When I first saw such a scene, I was startled not because I thought it was dead but because of seeing it taking thick cosmic energy inside it and refining its body with it, and it is doing it with such natural fashion that I had a scare.
That time Mary had informed me that these monsters are the powerhouses of this ruin. They are very old and are trying to break the limit that this ruin had placed on them; most of them meditated for months, even a year.
With them being born in this Dense Cosmic Energy and Vitality, they could live off on it for a year and two before they need to eat the real food.
Till now, we have come across three meditation monsters or four if we count the snake on the left. Seeing the snake, we slowed down our steps a little before moving forward.
Though these monsters are lost in meditation and would not wake up even if we banged the drum in front of them, I don't want to take the chances and prefer it does not wake up from the meditation.
We continued moving forward and came across another three mediating monsters when we reached the Central Root. The density of Cosmic Energy here is off the chart and now consciously using my armor's power to block the comic energy.
Mary and I looked at each other before we took out the extractors to extract the root juice. Golden Emerald Crysteline roots. These extractors are different from the extractors we have used before.
High-level Artificer specially made these; these roots may look like they are made of crystal and gentle when touched that anyone would assume piecing them is like piecing into a thick jelly, but they are anything but that.
These roots are extremely tough that even if I used all my strength and powerful full enchantment of my sword and attacked the roots, then at most, I will be able to scratch it, that scratch would also heal in a second.
Taking out extractors, I placed them on the root. I choose the place a little further from Mary, so our extractors extract the root juice without getting into each other's way.
As I place the extractor on the root, the runes on it lit up gently, and a small drill started to make a drill inside the soundlessly without creating the slightest vibration.
This extractor is made of very rare material and crafted by the Tyrant powerhouse of Wisdom Tower. It runs on a piece of Emperor Stage monster's core, so imagine how powerful this small device is.
In half a minute, the extractor finished drilling the hole in the root, which is bigger than the house and started extracting the juice through the thin pipe. It has huge space storage and could store thousands of liter of the stuff.
With the extractor working, I found a place beside it and sat in front of it as I activated the highest stealth mode that thus suit had to offer. 
The suit had a powerful stealth function, and the most powerful them all is the stationary one. 
As long as I did not move from my spot, even the most powerful monsters here won't be able to see me with this camouflage suit.


In the world where Humans and Monster's form a bond and fight together, the world where both Evolve together to get stronger.

Walk with Micheal as he starts his adventures with his Silver Sparrow, overcomes countless obstacle and adversaries to fulfill his greatest Dreams.

The initial and new chapters getting edited everyday.

Release Rate: 14 Ch/Week+


The cover is not mine. I couldn't track down the original creator but if the creator is out there, message me if you want me to take it down or give credit

If someone were to ask Wilfred what he saw in the corner of Lottie's living room, he'd just scoff and claim it to be her roommate.
Her roommate was as fickle as Lottie was, the two clutching hands and skipping down an abyss of witches and occult-like black magic. Wilfred was certain that one day, he'd walk in and see a rift between here and the underworld with the two cloaked in shadows and chanting some bizarre Latin spell.
However, as he trudged through the dismal streets, he heaved a long sigh knowing that it would probably be a long while until he would be allowed to visit her again.
Lottie had a short-temper; Wilfred was an adamant people-pleaser due to his incessant fear of being hated. The two blended together like oil and water, with Lottie frequently getting mad and venting all her tragic tales to Wilfred, who'd just quietly listen. When she was happy, she'd forget about him for a while.
Wilfred didn't mind the toxicity of the friendship, only being grateful that someone as pretty as her would even lower her lashes to cast an eye on someone measly like him. He'd often mess up in her presence – tragically, the Ouija board incident wasn't the first time Wilfred had broken or 'insulted' her tools of darkness.
He once tore a voodoo doll in half after underestimating how feeble the straw was.
A jack-in-the-box that contained the so-called 'resentful energy', in which Wilfred got startled by the grotesque expression of the jester and dropped it, making the music eerily distorted and the spring to break off.
But that provided Wilfred with a bit of solace since he's been breaking possessed artifacts or spiritual tools since high school – the fact that he hasn't been dragged into the spiritual world or got possessed is enough proof that it simply doesn't exist.
However, he still couldn't shake off the chill down his spine from the pressure on his shoulder, nor could he forget the piercing, bloodshot eyes in the darkness.
What was that?
No, not 'what', it was definitely a 'who'.
If he called it a 'what', it may suggest that his beliefs were crumbling on the adamant disbelief of the supernatural.
So, once again, he repeatedly comforted himself on the way home by claiming it to be Lottie's bizarre roommate attempting to scare the wits out of him. He wasn't going to let her do such a thing, so he let the cold night breeze hit his skin, as if it were attempting to slap him back to reality.
Despite it being a Sunday night, the streets were bustling with people rushing here and there in oddly coloured clothing and a seeming glow of eagerness surrounding them. There were far more people than usual, the streets buzzing with sound that would enter one ear and exit through the next, conversations about little trivial nothings.
Wilfred kept his eyes lowered.
The dreadful feeling of feeling congested in a crowd consumed him, clawing up his skin and making him feel extremely sensitive. Luckily, not even a hand or a shoulder grazed Wilfred, so he attempted to keep minimal contact with anyone and finally made it to the outside of his apartment complex.
The paint had begun to peel off the outside, the brick layers illuminating under the watchful gaze of the streetlamp, in which it's hunched figure was like a spotlight of accusation to Wilfred.
His mind had been conflicted the whole way, from the seething expression of Lottie to the burnt ashes of the board between his fingertips, to the pressure on his shoulder and the figure cast in the shadows. The spotlight cast upon him now felt like someone was blaming him – was it his consciousness? He was a naturally clumsy person who had trouble making friends and keeping up with employment options.
It was as if the water behind the dam had been collecting for a while, about to break it open and overflow. Too many emotions whirled in Wilfred's head, making him slightly unstable and unable to punch the pin numbers to the door without trembling fingers.
Each step felt as if the weight of the world was resting on it, making him immeasurably exhausted by the time he got to his door. He fumbled for his keys and failed to place it in multiple times, irritation clawing up his skin. Tears begun to well up in his eyes, and he suddenly felt immensely ashamed.
There was no reason to cry, yet he felt like all the trifles of the past few months begun to catch up to him. He could no longer grin it away.
Anxious thoughts would crawl up his skin often, so he grew accustomed to it.
'Breathe in, breathe out', Wilfred mentally reminded himself, taking slow yet quivering breaths before the door clicked open.
The strange scent of a burning pot wafted in, making Wilfred panic momentarily before he realized that he had burnt a pot earlier in the day due to forgetting about the noodles on the stove. Disliking the scent greatly, he stumbled past the carboard boxes stacked from the corridor to the living room and pushed open a window, letting the city breeze tickle his skin and help the pungent stench escape the apartment.
Afterwards, he disregarded the thought of changing his clothes and immediately crashed into his mattress on the floor of his supposed bedroom that was scattered with cardboard moving boxes labelled 'living room' or 'comic books'.
The bedroom was a small space, just enough to fit a single bed and a few cupboards that he could use to store his comic books – or maybe the living room would be a better display? He pushed aside the thought – as well as his limited clothes and blazers. The whole 'moving out' thing was his parents' idea since they finally decided that their 23-year-old son is officially screwed up and now they can focus on their next child.
He silently prayed his little sister had a larger mental fortitude than him.
Apartment hunting was a pain with his reluctance, and the fact that at the time he had just got out of university with a low paying temp job, so he settled for a one-bedroom apartment in the rather bad side of town. Although he wouldn't admit it to his parents due to his ego, he actually felt that rush of adrenaline they described as the thought sunk in. 'I'm finally on my own, everything I do is my choice, and I don't take orders from anyone!'
The confidence was short-lasting.
'I'm on my own.'
'I don't take orders from anyone.'
Wilfred was, obviously, a people-pleaser. It was an issue he was yet to address, but never got around to it because he simply liked being liked. So much so that he was always pushed around to cover shifts for people who would ignore his requests to hang out, help them with a mindset that they were friends, buy things off his salary for others and do things he didn't want to just to please them – the whole Ouija board incidents, per say.
He then pictured Lottie. Her face illuminated from the candlelight.
After staring at the ceiling until his vision grew hazy, he reluctantly let out a groan and sat up. His back hit the wall as he crossed his legs, taking out his phone and switching it on, wincing slightly at the light.
Adjusting his glasses, he hesitated before clicking on the Instagram icon, knowing that Lottie spends a majority of her time mindlessly scrolling through it – no doubt, she'd be online.
Squinting his eyes in the darkness, he began typing a long apology along the lines of 'I won't do it again' and 'I'm really sorry' but buttered down to make sure that pity was visible. Which ended up filling the entire screen.
He paused for a moment, his thumb hovering over the 'send' button before he sighed once more, deleted the entire paragraph and stared at the chat for a few moments. Perhaps he shouldn't message her again. How many times would she let him come back if he were to be this clumsy again?
Tugging his hair lightly, he decided he'd let it be for now and decide in the morning. He began to scroll through Instagram for the sake of not feeling alone in his own mind, and to shake the creepy sensation that he was being watched. 
Stupid, shouldn't have meddled with that board. He knew it was fake, some marketing thing set out to scare rebellious teens who loved to dabble in the occult, or just some creepy aesthetic. 
However, he just didn't like the sinking pit setting in his stomach, feeling unnerved by the eyes cast upon him from the darkness. 
When he was about to exit the app, his finger slipped.
This resulted in him entering the camera mode, his face reflecting back in a dejected fashion, the light of the screen blaring from the darkness of the room with the moonlight streaming through the open window as slits of weak illumination.
Except there was an issue. 
What should have just been his dejected face staring back at him wasn't all that he saw. Yes, his face was there, but so was another one. 
Another face was hunched over Wilfred's shoulder, examining his phone with the upmost of concentration in deep, hollow eyes. 
Wilfred's breathing hitched momentarily, but the person beside him didn't seem fazed in the slightest, murmuring something. 
There was someone else there. 
But Wilfred's next thought wasn't about the person, it was about what they were murmuring. 
"Does he not notice the spider?"

Wilfred didn't want to be dragged into this mess.

Though after kicking an Ouija board and opening himself to the spirit world, he's yanked into an adventure that unfortunately involves the one thing he despises the most - ghosts.

With a witty teenage ghost, an edgy lady with unsettling music preferences and a rather attractive cop, Wilfred is forced into untangling a web of deceit, pain and murder.

Jakie Gazes at his translucent system panel where the loading circle spins on the attributes page. A little loading bar very slowly progresses beneath the loading circle.  The old man looks away and returns his gaze to Silent Wolf.

The Spade Dao tome loses stability.  The tome's golden particles flow like sand and pour through the young man's entranced fingers.  The golden sand pools on the ground for a few moments. A strong wind kicks up the sand and it blasts whirling into the air in the form of a golden dragon, every scale a golden spade head.  The dragon roars without sound and then whirls around Silent wolf. It dives into his glabella 

Quiet Bear gasps and stands up.  Jackie raises an eyebrow.

Silent Wolf groans and bowls over, clutching his chest. Countless golden lines swarm across his body, looking like thick golden worms, or innumerable little gold dragons squirming beneath his skin, forming a dense network of mysterious occult symbols.  They work quickly to reforge the young man's flesh, bones, blood, viscera.  He howls in pain while his wife holds her breath in fear, covering her lips.

Silent Wolf's eyes bulge and turn bloodshot in an instant. The pounding veins bulge thicker and blacker by the moment, making his eyes look more demonic and bedeviled by the moment before several veins burst.  Thick, slimy black blood oozes from his eyes, his nose, his ears, and countless pores across his body.  He curls up like a shrimp, all of his muscles vibrating and tense.

Quiet Bear face turns ashen.  She twists with a begging look at Jackie, shouting, "Please! Please help him!"  

Jackie places his palm on the ground to get ready to stand up and then pauses.  He sees a couple of finger-thick little dragons sneaking off of Silent wolf.  The first one eyes Quiet Bear, while the second one lunges at baby Solemn Wolf.  

Quiet Bear senses something and spins, coming face to face with the little golden spade dragon.  It looks at her, then plunges into her glabella. Terror twists her face as she also spots the end tail of another dragon vanishing into baby Solemn Wolf.

She shakes, utterly spooked, thinking that Silent Wolf's fate was hers and her son's too.  She was always scared of pain.

Silent Wolf gradually calms down, the bulging veins vanishing, leaving a few faint golden lines resembling spade-shaped dragon scales across his chest, and leaving him completely covered in stinking black slime.

At this time, Quiet Bear only felt slight discomfort and a little itchiness, until her bowls suddenly rumbled and she groans with a low urggg.  She clutches her tummy and rushes outside. 

Baby Solemn Wolf giggles inside his bedding and then burps.  That burp stank so much it could knock a grown man dead.  Jackie pinches his nose and coughs a few times.

Silent Wolf's breathing evens out and he sits up, grasping around blindly until he snatches the vase filled with his bathing water.  He plunges his head into it and scrubs fiercely until all the black ooze is mostly off.  He pulls his ghastly pale head out and coughs a few globs of the black slime until he starts vomiting bucketfuls of it.  His face reddens from the paleness before until he can finally catch a breath.  He doesn't glance at Jackie because Silent Wolf's tummy started gurgling too, causing his face to become alert.  

The young man clutches his belly and curls over as he rushes out of the door in a flash. 

The translucent panel in Jackie's mind fills the rest of the bar in an instant, then the entire panel expands with information.

[Attributes]
>Jackie Lewin
>>Creature Type: Abyssal Super Human
>>Super Power: The Shovel System with Heavenly Dao Cheat Mod installed
[Statistics]
[*System Note: Numerical attribute panes are deeply flawed, System browsed user's home reality to find a decent reference for the user. The system determined that The Verses Wiki is the most suitable.]

Tier: 
> 8-C, Urban Superhuman, [8-C: Building level
Characters/Weapons who can destroy a building, or those who can easily harm characters with building level durability.]

Attack Potency: The user's attack power or destructive capacity 
> 8-C, Building Level

Speed: "Combat Speed"
> Supersonic (Mach 1.1-2.5) [Mach 1.3] [This is the speed that the user can effectively fight in, calculated from Reaction Speed, Fight Speed, Flight Speed, Travel Speed, and Attack Speed]

Lifting Strength: The weight the user can lift/move, usually expressed in tons.
> 1.5 Tons

Striking Strength: The attack power of the user's physical attacks/blows
> Building Class

Durability: The amount of attack power the user can withstand before being overwhelmed
> Building Class

Stamina: Self-explanatory
> One Hour [User can fight for one full hour before being completely depleted]

Range: The distance the user's attacks/abilities can cover.
> Several Meters: 2 - 10 m

Standard Equipment: Things the user can be expected to have on hand at any given time.
>Assault Shovel

Intelligence: Self-explanatory
>Average: User is of average intelligence. While the user may have more developed intelligence in certain subjects, in many cases, the user's overall intelligence remains average.

Weaknesses: Self-explanatory
>Death Energy [Death energy is twice as effective against the User due to the accumulation existing in your body.]
 
Jackie tugs his beard and squints at Abyssal Super Human, wondering what that is.  A moment passes and an information pane appears.  

[Power User types:
User is a Western-styled Power User, or Abyssal Super Human, under which many sub categories exist.  An eastern styled cultivator is a Celestial Super Human, under which there are also many subcategories, such as demonic, etc.

Here is a simplified version for User:
Abyssal Superhumans wield the might of power. User can consider Superman, The Flash, and many comic characters to fall into this category. Western magic users, like Merlin, also fall here.

Celestial Superhumans wield the comprehension of power. User can consider most Xanxia and Wuxia protagonists as falling here.  The current realm that the User is traveling in is a Celestial realm, the superhumans here all practice Celestial techniques.

User, be aware that these are simplified, in doing so, the profound depths of both power systems is hidden and may cause confusion. ]

Jackie hasn't heard of Xanxia or wuxia.  He has seen the powers of the realm and he even has the cultivation techniques, enlightening him on the differences between himself and the superhumans here.  He doesn't need to cultivate, all he has to do is dig and he gets stronger. He doesn't need to comprehend the profoundness of the shovel dao or the earth, but to merely move his arms, and he can wield the might of the shovel.

He ponders, even his alchemy technique doesn't require comprehension of the alchemy dao, he just... Jackie laughs as he considers how the system has set up alchemy for him.

He looks away from the system and then worries about his students, standing up.

It's a portal fantasy about our boi Jackie Lewin, he went down to his local hardware store and picked up a shovel only to get sucked into another world with it.

Now, he must use his shovel to survive the harsh and challenging world full of mysterious monsters and immortals.

"Ran Ran surely doesn't want you to know about this. She already destroyed the relevant evidence, so don't bring it up to her." Feng Loucheng's expression recovered. "The Ninghai Town explosion isn't so simple. There's a huge force behind it, but I haven't found it yet."
With that, he stuck the cigarette in his mouth and walked off.
He told Cheng Juan so much because he was hoping that he could be more understanding of Qin Ran. But… it seemed like there was no need for it, anyway. Feng Loucheng sighed.
"What are you doing here?" Qin Ran had been thinking about Principal Xu's question on her way here. She raised a brow when she saw Cheng Juan standing right there.
Cheng Juan still had his head hung low, so Qin Ran couldn't see his expression.
His cell phone was ringing, but he didn't think to look at it.
When Qin Ran got close enough, he put his arm around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head. Instead of answering her, he asked, "You're out so soon?"
"Something's wrong with you, Master Cheng." Qin Ran leaned against his chest and slightly furrowed her brows.
She'd always been sensitive and could sense that something was a little off with Cheng Juan.
Qin Ran reached into his pocket and took his cell phone out. "It's your dad."
"I won't pick it up," Cheng Juan said quietly, his voice a little hoarse. 
His reaction was odd. Qin Ran looked at his cell phone and did not pick it up, either. "Are you and your dad… alright?"
"I learned he wasn't my biological father when I was 12," Cheng Juan said after some hesitation. 
"Mm?" Qin Ran was a little stunned as she looked up at him. 
Old Master Cheng was so nice to him… but he wasn't his biological son? Did the rest of the Cheng family know that? 
Cheng Juan's eyes seemed slightly bloodshot. 
Qin Ran recalled what Cheng Wenru said. He'd gone to learn about the restoration of relics for the sake of one of Old Master Cheng's antiques. 
No wonder he'd been unwilling to take over the Cheng family business. 
Qin Ran had never really looked into the Cheng family. Back then, she only knew that Cheng Juan was involved in the transportation department in Asia. 
"It's alright." Qin Ran reached out and hugged him, then looked up and smiled. "Don't be upset, Sister Ran will take care of you."
Cheng Juan was taken aback. 
He looked down at her and couldn't help but notice her lashes. She was completely wrapped in his arms, but her proud voice was filled with gentleness. 
Her eyes were so beautiful, his heart shuddered for a moment. 
Cheng Juan's heart ached so much now. 
He mentioned Old Master Cheng only because he didn't want her to notice his unusual expression. 
Who would've known that instead of being the one to console her, he was being comforted by her instead? 
He looked down at her quietly for a while before cupping her face in his hands. After giving her a peck on the lips, he looked directly into her eyes and smiled. "Sure, I'll have you take care of me." 
…
They left the Xu household and returned to Ting Lan. 
Back at Ting Lan, Qin Ran changed into a pair of slippers and scrolled through WeChat. She said to Cheng Mu, "Have a look at my suitcase first." 
In the suitcase was the little box that her grandma had left her. 
She looked at the message Song Luting sent—
[Did Mingyue contact you?]
Qin Ran was stunned for a moment and then replied—
[No.]
Song Luting didn't reply anymore. 
Cheng Mu put his gaming device down and got the key. "Miss Qin, what do you want to get this time?"
He hadn't gotten over the crystal given by Gu Xichi. 
"Look for my grandma's stuff." Qin Ran glanced at her cell phone and then reached out to hook fingers with Cheng Juan as she waited for Song Luting's reply. 
The three of them walked downstairs. Cheng Mu opened a door to his playroom, and then the safe, before carefully taking out Qin Ran's suitcase. He patted some non-existent dust away. "Miss Qin, it's all here." 
Qin Ran nodded and then squatted by her suitcase as she unzipped it. 
There was a pile of things inside. 
Qin Ran scanned the items inside and saw Chen Shulan's box under a Grammy trophy. She casually placed the stack of wrapped books on the ground and put the trophy aside before finally picking up the blue box.
Cheng Mu was squatting opposite her.
He had gone through Qin Ran's belongings multiple times already. This was just one more time.
He felt that all these items must be rather valuable. He even went online to search what the Grammy trophy was about.
Meanwhile, he wasn't so interested in the little old box in Qin Ran's hands. It wasn't as if he could find out anything about it, anyway.
His gaze was directed to one of the books Qin Ran had put aside.
"Miss Qin, what's that beside you?" Cheng Mu had seen this book before.
Qin Ran turned to look at it. "Some comic, you want to read it?"
Cheng Mu nodded.
Qin Ran handed it to him.
He hurriedly took it. "It's still wrapped up…"
"Just rip it off," Qin Ran said simply.
She then looked closely at the box. Chen Shulan hadn't given her the key to it, and the lock was a little rusty too.
Cheng Juan had been standing at the door just a few steps away. His arms were crossed before his chest as he watched Qin Ran, thinking of going forward to help her with the box.
That was when Cheng Jin returned and called out to him. "Master Juan."
He looked serious. 
Cheng Juan looked at him and then at Qin Ran, who was still studying the box. He sent Cheng Jin a silent message with his eyes.
A minute later, they were in Cheng Jin's study.
With the door ajar, Cheng Juan still had his eyes in Qin Ran's direction. "Speak."
"Master Juan," Cheng Jin paused for a moment. "Your father… wants to see you."


[Two-faced Languid Rich Male Lead vs. Deeply Hidden Beautiful Female Lead] 
Qin Ran had grown up in the countryside. She disappears in the third year of high school and ends up suspended for a year. One year later, she is brought to Yun Cheng by her mother to attend First Middle School. 
Her mother tells her: "Your stepfather is from a prestigious family, your brother is a genius, and your younger sister is a top student. Don't be an embarrassment to them." 
Anybody who is anybody in Beijing all receives a warning from Master Juan of the Cheng family: Master Juan's wife is from the countryside and doesn't know how to socialize nor make connections... her temper is also really bad, so please be tolerant of her. 
One day, when Master Juan is investigating a certain big shot, his subordinate stares at the sockpuppet—an online identity used for purposes of deception—he had accidentally revealed. It's from the wife that supposedly doesn't know anything... He falls into silence. 
The two bigshots has probably been hiding their sockpuppets from each other in order not to make the other party feel inferior.

With the cash and watch in tow, the group drove off in their car.
Li Du kept the watch in little bug's black hole. He had the real deal, why would he wear
a fake? He could not bear to dump the imitation watch, but could not derive any
happiness from keeping it either.
They stayed another night in a hotel and the next day, they started their journey back to
Phoenix.　　
Amengda Mountain in South Africa had been purchased successfully, and Li Du was
free to go over to develop the area any time he wished.
However, Li Du wanted to let Carl arrange for the diamond inspection team to conduct
their checks first. He was not in a hurry to begin the development and was keener to get
an evaluation of Amengda first.
For now, he wanted to go and resolve the bet he had made at Harry Winston, Inc. He
had to obtain Carlston Fritz's shares!
Sophie had returned to the villa first, and the five little ones had set up their own base in
the spacious backyard. Each of them drew out their territory.
Little Flathead, Ah Meng, had the largest territory. The four little ones were unwilling to
provoke Ah Meng. The hounds were clever enough to notice the wariness of their four
bosses, and were even more cautious around the new family member.
The truck entered the villa's grounds, where Big Quinn's wife, Rosalind, was waiting for
him with their three children. Seeing their father, the children climbed onto Big Quinn
and hung onto him like monkeys.
It was a heart-warming moment: Godzilla brought his gifts over to Victoria, Brother Wolf
went to see his recovering daughter and Lu Guan was reunited with his Golden
Retriever.
Hans wanted to take the opportunity to leave as well, and said, "I miss my sister very
much. I want to visit her."
"No, the two of us have to organize these books," Li Du said firmly.
Hans instantly lost his enthusiasm and said lifelessly, "We have to do all that work?"
Li Du said, "What if there are valuables in this pile of books? We have to look carefully."
Big Ivan took the initiative to bring down the books from the car. Hearing Li Du's words,
he took out a comic book that had been preserved in pristine condition. He passed it
over to them and said, "That's right. Look, this book seems like it could be valuable."
With a smile, Hans took the book from Big Ivan. His eyes widened.
Hans held the book in one hand and his phone in another. Then, seeing that his mobile
connection was too slow, Hans yelled at Lu Guan, "Let go of your stupid dog and bring
me my laptop! Hurry!"
Li Du stepped over, took a look at the book and said, "Aren't you being too dramatic?"
The comic book looked like it had been around for some time. The red cover page had
turned dull. On the front cover, Spiderman carried a little boy and was about to swing off
a skyscraper. There were shadows of cars on the streets below him.
The top right corner of the comic book carried the numbers '1962', and the bottom left
corner was labelled '12 cents'. The word Marvel was neatly printed above Spiderman. It
was a Marvel book.
Hans said, "Dramatic? I am beside myself. This seems to be the first Spiderman comic
book from 1962. If it really is, this is very valuable."
"More than ten million dollars?" Li Du asked expectantly.
Hans rolled his eyes, "How can that be? But it might fetch a few hundred thousand or a
few million."
Once he laid his hands on his laptop, Hans quickly made an internet search. Then, a
piece of news flashed on his screen. There was a picture of their comic book on the
news website.
The headline was, 'Spiderman' Snapped Up At Paris Auction. Comics Connection Pays
1.2 Million.
The news article described the story of that comic book. At an auction in Paris last year,
that first issue of Marvel's Spiderman comic was brought out, and Comics Connection
bought it for 1.2 million. It was actually exhibited in its town hall!
After reading that piece of news, Hans carefully removed the packaging to examine the
comic book more closely.
Having read the publishing details, he could not help but pump his fist in the air. He
yelled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! This is awesome! It's this book! One million and 200,000 !
One million and 200,000 US dollars!"
Shocked, Li Du asked, "Really? Someone would actually fork out over a million for a
comic book?"
The most expensive books that Li Du had come across were the set of National
Geographic magazines he kept. They were priced at more than ten million.
However, that was ten million for more than a thousand magazines. Besides, most of
those were the only existing copies in the world. Also, from his perspective, National
Geographic magazines represented parts of history. It belonged to the narrative of all
humankind, and was not something that comic books could compare to.
Now this comic book disrupted his understanding and knowledge of magazines and
their value. A comic book, one that was published only fifty odd years ago, could
actually be worth more than one million?
A million was not the most they could earn from the comic books, however. As they
continued to organize the stack of comic books, they found a few more that were as
precious or even more so.
One of those was the first issue of Superman. On the front cover, Superman was
wearing his iconic red cape, blue spandex top, and red pants. He was running away
from a storm, looking as cool as ever.
In the middle of the front cover were the words 'Action Comics #1'. This meant that it
was the first issue.
Hans caressed the dated comic book and said, looking punch-drunk, "This is history.
We are looking at history. Buddies, this was the start of it all, the birth of American
heroes! We are looking at a baby photo of an American hero!"
Li Du asked, "Is it very valuable? Run an online check, how much can it fetch?"
Hans said, "There are no trading records online. At most, there are only ten copies of
'Action Comics #1' in the entire world. Even DC Comics Company don't have it… oh,
they had it previously, but it was stolen!"
Li Du was optimistic, "Then it should be worth a lot, right?"
"Let's put it this way, don't talk about money, brother. This book is priceless!" Hans
exclaimed. "There are no trading records of the original copy of this comic. However,
the re-released copy was sold for 1.8 million US dollars!"
Li Du was shocked. "A re-release version can fetch such a high price? Are those comics
collectors crazy?"
Hands said, "The high price is due to the main character. Superman is iconic, it is the
first superhero in human history!"
Li Du shook his head, "At the time of the Ming dynasty, we already had a superhero
named Sun Wu Kong in China. This is the first superhero in our history."
Hans called out, "Who cares who came first? Anyway, this comic is very valuable. It is
very, very valuable!"
Li Du carefully took the book out of the wrapping paper.
There was a price indicated on the front page. The comic was published in June 1938,
and its selling price had been ten cents.
As Hans continued to call out, 'careful, careful', Li Du checked the information related to
that comic book. 　　
The first issue of Superman comics, 'Action Comics #1', was the holy grail in the comics
industry. It was said that there were fifty copies of it in the world, but there were less
than ten registered on the official records. They were sitting either in huge publishing
houses or in the hands of billionaires.
Besides, Li Du also found a hand-painted copy of the 'Fantastic Four' that had Stan
Lee's autograph on it. That comic book was also worth a lot. Comic books hand-painted
by Stan Lee were typically exhibited in the gallery of Marvel Comics. Few of them were
found in the possession of individuals.


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

　　When the popularity votes for Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance were counted this week, the cuttlefish, and even the entire Los Angeles comics industry, had no idea how to evaluate this work.
　　Although the news that Shui Xin is a male teenager hasn't fully spread, basically, people in the comics industry in Los Angeles have relatively well-informed news.
　　Newcomers, cartoonists, high school students... these elements are very eye-catching.
　　When everyone has recognized that the pen name Shui Xin, the boy whose real name is Chu Yu, is a rare genius in the comics industry in Los Angeles for decades.
　　Shui Xin once again taught the comic industry in Los Angeles a lesson.
　　The number of votes with more than 60,000 votes is not only a record of the number of popular votes for cuttlefish, but also a peak in the entire province of Los Angeles.
　　In the entire Los Angeles comics industry, faintly, more and more people have already used the title of Los Angeles's number one cartoonist to refer to Shui Xin...
　　...
　　This weekend, the entire Dragon Kingdom is immersed in joy. After all, the New Year's Eve is Sunday.
　　Compared with the lively city on Saturday, Mingcheng on Sunday is a bit deserted and lonely.
　　Basically everyone stays behind closed doors and stays at home with their families.
　　Even though he was only at home alone, Chu Yu still made a table of New Year's Eve dinner by himself, and after incense was given to his parents, Chu Yu was also quite content by himself.
　　On Weixin, Zhao Qinyin and Su Lu both sent him blessings.
　　The Cuttlefish New Year greeting messages were also sent, and even some comic writers who exchanged their mobile phone numbers at the Cuttlefish Annual Meeting also sent blessing messages.
　　It's almost as if I have really become a member of society.
　　Compared with the status of Chu Yu as a high school student, the current career of a cartoonist has undoubtedly a greater impact on his life.
　　At Zhao Qinyin's home, she and her grandma had a New Year's Eve dinner together and then turned on the TV, and watched the Spring Festival Gala with her grandma.
　　Although I feel that this show is getting boring year by year, and I haven't even drawn the comic manuscript in Chu Yu's house, but Zhao Qinyin still smiled, echoing her grandma all night and chatting with her.
　　...
　　It is different from Chu Yu and Zhao Qinyin, a lonely and widowed person who lives with his grandmother. It is in Wangxian, another county more than 100 kilometers away from Mingcheng.
　　Su Lu and his family gathered together.
　　Her parents, uncle, second uncle, third aunt... all the way to the seventh uncle, and the aunts, their children, daughter-in-laws, son-in-laws, her nephews and nieces, and even grand nieces and nieces There were about forty people, with Su Lu's grandfather as the center, and a total of almost five people at the table were seated.
　　"Xiao Lu, it's another one to come back to celebrate the New Year this year!"
　　"What about boyfriend?" Su Lu's grandfather asked first.
　　"Where is her boyfriend! I said last year that I would bring it home this year. Look like this..."
　　"It's not that I said you, Xiao Lu. Three months ago, I called you to go home for a blind date at the Sun's house. The conditions in the house are good. After seeing your photo, they can't forget... How about you? I just don't want to come back. I think it's just in time for the Chinese New Year. I will ask someone out the day after tomorrow, and you will meet up... If it's done, you don't have to run to Mingcheng to be a comic editor in the future. They are all so old, and they are still inseparable from those little kids..."
　　it has started.
　　Su Lu's previously relaxed expression suddenly collapsed.
　　It's like this every year, can't you stop a little bit?
　　...
　　This year, everyone has their own feelings. At twelve o'clock in the evening, a new day and a new year have also arrived.
　　The Dragon Star Award selection official website was created by the Magic Capital Seven University to select the Dragon Star Award.
　　Quietly, one hundred and sixty-seven comics were put on the shelves.
　　On this New Year's Eve, even Chu Yu, Su Lu, and Zhao Qinyin were almost asleep at this time.
　　After all, the Dragon Star Awards, which lasted for a full six weeks, really don't have to watch the website if you really want to pay attention.
　　But there are always exceptions, just like most people like to watch the Spring Festival Gala with the whole family during the New Year, but there are also many people who like to stay alone in the room and play games.
　　For fans of the Dragon Kingdom, this evening, compared with the New Year, the start of the Dragon Star Award selection also made them excited.
　　The selection of such an award is not only a grand gathering for cartoonists, but also a grand gathering for their fans.
　　In the eyes of many comic fans, it has been "9012" and the Internet has become so popular, but the comics industry does not seem to be connected to the Internet.
　　Each province has its own comic company and its own sales channels.
　　Fans from neighboring provinces don't understand each other's popular comics. It's just too normal.
　　Logically speaking, under such circumstances, online publishing should be a channel for a comic company to expand the influence of its excellent comics.
　　However, the imagination is full and the reality is very skinny. The comic companies that try this way often not only fail to attract the attention of other provinces, but because of the online publication of the periodical buyers in their own provinces, they do not buy physical periodicals. Now, I went to watch the serialization on the Internet, which caused a huge decline in the sales of comic magazines, and the revenue of the comic agency plummeted.
　　With the failure of predecessors in the first place, the comic companies that followed were tacitly focused only on physical journals.
　　This has also led to the current situation in the Dragon Kingdom comics world.
　　It is also because of this that the comic recommendation section of Xinman.com has a certain popularity. Although the netizens above do not all want to read pirated posts on it, but you comic clubs have no promise in letting the original works be distributed to other provinces, so you can't blame people. Go to the Internet to see piracy at home.
　　Although those works are often sealed and posted when they look at it...
　　For the selection of the Dragon Star Award, UU Reading www.uukanshu. Com just satisfies the need of Dragon Manga fans who want to know what other province comics are like.
　　They are genuine, and they are basically the first-name comics of various provinces. The viewing experience is undoubtedly much better than the pirated posts of Xinman.com, and you can also complain and leave comments in the real-time comic reading on the website.
　　So every year, when the Dragon Star Award starts to be selected, the traffic on the official website of the selection will reach a terrifying value during the Chinese New Year.
　　....
　　At two o'clock in the morning, the Dragon Star Awards official website updated these comics two hours later.
　　One point into the Dragon Star Awards official website, Li Xing saw the ranking of that comic.
　　The ranking list of participating comics for the Dragon Star Award is calculated based on the number of paid readers of this comic.
　　The number one work is the popular masterpiece of Qin Province, Blazing Feather, which has only been logged into this website for two hours.
　　In the work information, after reading the first three free comics, the number of people who top-up and paid to read the subsequent comic chapters has exceeded 90,000. Even every time the interface is refreshed, Li Xing will find that the number of people paying for the work has increased rapidly.
　　The second-ranked work is still a popular comic book in Qin Province, Soul of War, and the number of paying people has just exceeded 80,000.
　　The third-ranked work is still a popular work of Qin Province, my teacher's secret, and more than 60,000 paid readers.
　　From the fourth to the seventh, they are all well-known cartoons in Qin Province.
　　Only the eighth-ranked work is the work of Jiangsu Province, Xia Zhimeng.
　　Although it is only a temporary situation, isn't Qin Sheng's work that actually ranks eighth?
　　Li Xing's eyes condensed, and he wrote down the name of this work. He will definitely come back to read this comic by then.

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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