Personal Collection of Summaries of some of my Stories that I'm planning to write if I have free time. This are my Personal Collections. No to plagiarism. Mostly written in Tagalog.

Zhang Heng and Nanako Mukaiji shook hands. After that, Chen Huadong explained the reason for seeking Zhang Heng's help.
When the two of them were shopping, Nanako Mukaiji suddenly asked to stop at the bookstore, saying that she wanted to find a few Chinese books to practice reading. However, she could not remember the name of the book. All she could remember was its contents. Unfortunately, Chen Huadong's Japanese was half-baked, and he could hardly figure out which book Nanako Mukaiji wanted to buy even after she described the book explicitly with hand gestures. That was why he called for Zhang Heng's help since he could understand and speak Japanese well.
"Help a brother out. I will buy you a meal later."
"What are we eating?"
"How about... wonton?" Chen Huadong looked at Zhang Heng's expression. The latter put on a noncommittal look. So Chen Huadong changed his mind, gritted his teeth, and said, "I will buy you the food court's most famous barbecued seafood!"
"Sounds good to me." Zhang Heng nodded.
"My wallet is bleeding," Chen Huadong lamented. "Please make sure that your service is thoughtful enough. Well, don't be too thoughtful. I don't want her to be attracted to you. Shit! I'm starting to feel that it's unwise to ask for your help. You already have Shen Xixi, Hayase Asuka, and Han Lu, a filthy rich woman. I believe you won't snatch Nanako from me, right?" he pleaded while looking at Zhang Heng with suspicion.
"Remember, I want six oysters," replied Zhang Heng.
"No." Chen Huadong changed his expression when he heard Zhang Heng's request, "One oyster costs eighteen yuan. If you order six, that will cost me more than one hundred yuan! And I don't think it'll be enough to fill you up. After that, you'll ask for grilled fish, grilled shrimp, and grilled octopus. By the way, can't you just eat grilled buns, grilled eggplant, or something cheaper? Those are economical and affordable. I would rather you order kebabs or some chicken wings."
"What am I supposed to eat from a barbeque seafood stall if I don't eat seafood?" Zhang Heng casually returned the question, ignoring a shocked Chen Huadong.
"..."
"What are you talking about? Sounds delicious," Nanako Mukaiji curiously chipped in. Although she was learning Chinese, her vocabulary was still severely limited. The only words that she could understand were fish, shrimp, and chicken wings. She was staring at Zhang Heng and Chen Huadong, whose nerves were already frayed. With her bangs swinging in front of her forehead, she looked even cuter than she already was.
When Chen Huadong saw her reaction, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.
All those raw oysters, grilled shrimps, or octopuses did not matter to him anymore... He then started to speak in his half-baked Japanese, "Nanako, angel... Zhang Heng, demon."
"Huh?" Nanako Mukaiji instantly felt shy the moment Chen Huadong suddenly praised her.
Zhang Heng also spoke out, "Describe to me the book that you want to buy."
"Really? Sorry for troubling you, senpai."
The three of them walked into the bookstore, and Nanako Mukaiji started to describe the book's contents to Zhang Heng. Upon consulting the staff, Zhang Heng found that most of the bookstore's employees hadn't read it before. Hence, he could only head toward the corresponding area to search for the book.
Zhang Heng would first look at the cover and introduction of the books. This was the fastest way to help Nanako. Sometimes, the summaries of a book had nothing to do with its contents. In fact, it was suspected that the person who wrote the summaries had most of the time never read the contents. Or they would write the summaries in a way that could attract prospective buyers. After the readers bought the book, they would find out later that its contents had nothing to do with the summary.
It was quite a common practice nowadays.
Even though Chen Huadong was also helping to search for the book, it took the three of them almost an hour to find the exact copy she wanted. Now there was only one book left, a collection of poetry, and the author was Spanish.
Mukaiji Nanako was a little embarrassed, "Why don't we forget about the last book? We have wasted a lot of time here."
"It doesn't matter. We've got nothing to do anyway, right?" Chen Huadong glared at Zhang Heng.
For the sake of barbequed seafood, Zhang Heng had to support Chen Huadong this time. Hearing this, he said, "Well, I need to get a few books for myself too. I don't mind helping you to search for what you want."
"Chen-san, thank you so much." Nanako Mukaiji smiled at Chen Huadong. She was smart enough to know that Zhang Heng was only willing to help because of Chen Huadong.　　
"Ah, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. I am your Chinese teacher, after all." Chen Huadong scratched his head. He had to admit that Zhang Heng had also given his best this time. He first listened to what Nanako Mukaiji had to say and translated her words into Chinese. It was the most effective way for the three of them to search for the books she wanted to buy.
And Zhang Heng played the role of a wingman perfectly. He did not show that he was better than Chen Huadong. Any books that he found, he would give them to Chen Huadong and ask him to pass them to Nanako. Finally, Chen Huadong put down his guard and secretly gave Zhang Heng a thumbs-up while Nanako was not paying attention.
Zhang Heng responded with a six-finger gesture.
Immediately, Chen Huadong's eyes filled up with tears of both pain and happiness.
For the last book, Zhang Heng pointed at a bookshelf that he walked past earlier. Chen Huadong immediately ran there and pretended to search for the book. After that, Zhang Heng took the book of poems from Chen Huadong and translated it to Nanako Mukaiji for confirmation.
However, the latter shook her head. So Zhang Heng put the book back on the shelf. Suddenly, he paused because he saw another book on the shelf.
A book that did not belong here.
It was normal that the bookstore's customers randomly placed the books that they had flipped through. Earlier, Zhang Heng had roughly checked the books on the bookshelves and did not notice this book's existence at the time. This was nothing unusual to the average person, but with Zhang Heng's observational skills, he knew that the probability of this happening was not high.
In other words, someone placed the book here not too long ago.
Just when Zhang Heng wanted to grab it, someone took it first.
"Oh, so the book turns out to be here."
"It seems you've been quite free lately." Zhang Heng knew who the person was when he heard the voice. He turned his head and saw the old man in the Tang suit.
"I guess these are the perks of being your own boss. Although it's pressurizing, at least you have more freedom in managing your time, and you can go wherever you want." The latter shrugged and looked at Nanako Mukaiji. "Are you dating? Did you change girlfriends?" he asked.
"No. I'm just helping a friend," Zhang Heng replied.
"That's good. Old people are always more nostalgic. I still prefer the little girl named Hayase Asuka. Fan Meinan is not bad as well. As for Shen Xixi... You know I don't like the woman behind her, but I have to admit that you're pretty good at picking girlfriends," the old man in the Tang suit put the book under his arm calmly as he said.


Growing up with eccentric materialistic parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.

Near the end of the senior year of high school, Ke Shen and Luna had upgraded from strangers, friends to good friends. Though the progress between them had been slow, Luna felt content over the littlest things Ke Shen would do. He may speak little to few words, but his actions say more than a thousand words. 

Most of the time, she would be the one talking to him. Her random thoughts would gain a small curve on his lips or a gentle gaze. At first, they would go separate ways after school. Now, they would sometimes go for a small snack or meal after classes ended. Since college entrance exams were around the corner, they came to an agreement on studying together.

Of course, she was the only who needed the most help. As a result of her puppy look during their first study session; Ke Shen bought a stack of practice books and highlighted areas that were the keys to understanding certain concepts. Although the mountain stack of books looked as if it could be taken off the book shelves by random; only he knew how long it took him to read summaries and previews of these books to choose the most simple ones.

After the three hours study session with her, he took note on her weaknesses and ways to improve her understanding. Since they only meet up on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to study at the library, he scrolled through his laptop for the easiest study materials at home. Not only that, he highlighted and scribbled notes on the side to make her life easier when reading!

Twitching her lips, Luna stared at the stack of practice books that stacked taller than her head. Her pen had stopped spinning, and mouth was left parted. "Is..Is this all for me?"

He nodded and handed her the first book. "Your weakest topic." Staring at the numbers on the front cover of the book, she forced a swallow down her poor throat. She couldn't describe the complexity she felt at this moment!

Seeing her pleading expression, he maintained his poker face and flipped the book opened. Her eyes immediately caught the different colored highlighted sections. On the side, he noted: 

"Yellow: Key points
Blue: Examples to follow
Pink: Explanations to focus on
The non-highlighted parts are useless. Ignore it"

Holding the book up and then back down, her eyes laid unblinking at the guy in front of her. "Did you do this all for me??"

"Out of convenience. I was studying, so I highlighted and wrote on it as I reviewed." He wanted to bite his tongue for saying these words. How could he not admit his efforts? How many hours did he spend on scrolling through books and reading summaries until his eyes needed eyedrops? How many more hours did he spend going through all these books? And now he's denying his work so naturally!

Lifting his head as if he wanted to say something, his parted lips pressed against each other. Her cheerful smile was all it took to diminish all salty feeling and sleepless nights in his heart. "Thanks! I appreciate it!" She hugged the open book to her chest as if it were her life. 

"Mmm." He looked back down on the textbook while hiding his curved smile.

Within the two-months' time they had left before the college exams, Luna completed all the books he had prepared for her. To ease her stress, he created his own exam questions ranging from easy to university difficulty. Many questions were taken from previous exams that he found online. 

To her surprise, once she held a tight grip on her pen, her hands started scribbling as if she had previously memorized the answers. She knew how to work on most of them and went back to the ones she was confused about. When time was up, she had finished reviewing the answers twice before handing it to him. 

Watching his red pen mark the exam, she put her head down and felt the devil stomping on her little heart. 

"I'm done grading. Take a look at it yourself." When she raised her head slightly, she saw 89 points! 

"You're kidding!" Taking the exam in her hands with a wide smile, she heard his praise for the first time.

"Not bad. If you did the last two problems correctly, you would have gotten a full score." Seeing the girl wave the exam paper in the air as if she had picked up a million dollars, he smiled.

Pursing her lips slightly, she placed her hands on either side of her hips and bent forward. "you couldn't have praised me properly? Tch, what do you mean not bad? If you gave me these two months ago, I would have laughed like a clown and juggled to avoid getting a zero from you." 

Hearing her small complaint, he let out a soft laugh. Extending his arm towards her, he started stroking her head. "Good job." Her eyes widened in shock when she realized he had initiated a move for the first time. Though she had always stuck to him like glue and he never pushed her away, he never did anything like this!

In the past, she came up with excuses to hold his arm or hand. This was the first time he actually looked at her with such a warm expression! Suddenly, her face heated up as if she was cooking without the fan on. Her eyes itched as if she was chopping onions and watered in the following seconds. 

Her reaction scared him as he quickly retracted his hand. "Sorry, did I startle you?" Afraid that he might have somehow hurt her, he apologized. Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes at the same time, she said, "I'm very happy! These are happy tears! Ke Shen, I'll definitely score sky rocket colors to not drag down your name!"

"Mm." Hearing her words made the knot on his chest loosen. 'Thank god I didn't make her upset. Girls are unpredictable animals...'

Walking in on her boyfriend and cousin having sex and exposing their plans to get rid of her... Shi Xue was heartbroken. Due to her shock, she knocked over a vase. Since the plan had been exposed... She is on the run for her life. Her dad passed away several years ago, and her so called family members were after her inheritance. After running for god knows how long, she was struck in the back of her head by a man dressed in black. "Hehe... I'm too tired from playing cat and mouse with you... since you are unconscious.. I shall drown you and have you die a more peaceful way." In this fateful night, the handsome man was out on his private cruise dealing with his "business" with the spies he found from his company. As he was staring at the ruthless torturous methods used on the spies to make them talk.. he heard .. "help... me." How much did she hear and who was she? Just when he was about to toss her off the cruise... he recognized her ... the coldness of his eyes melted away as he gently embraced the girl to his body. "Shi... Xue...?"

Hey, Hey, Hey how are y'all doing hope you're doing ok, just want to say that chapter 44 and 45 are being worked on it's back and forth so 44 will be worked on because I can't started 45 till I want to know what will happen next chapter. I will be going back at the other chapters removing word count and summaries I'm telling spoilers and can't have that it will be gone. Otherwise it will be fixed not the grammar I've been working on this book for two years re publishing/ editing every chapter. That's between 2k to 5k words I would Ugh but I get over and smile as I write because I'm proud of my better grammar is going along. 

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"Are you sure it's fine to give answers like that?" Master Bao asked nervously.
Feng Bujue shrugged and answered, "Of course it is fine, my editor won't mind it. Regarding the broadcast station… since the broadcasting standards are not as strict as before, you can say anything you want. Furthermore, the audience will most likely think that I was making a joke.
"But you can see from the editing that there was an empty space after I spoke. That's because Oscar did not know what to say in response."
"I was curious. What did the other writers think of you after this episode was over?" Xiao Tan asked. By then, Arthas had already climbed onto Xiao Tan's knees. It used its furry paw to steal the food on Xiao Tan's plate, but the latter did not seem like he was going to stop it.
"Actually, we chatted before and after the shoot," Feng Bujue said. "Even though my fame, influence, and price is far below the other six, we honestly did enjoy each other's company. It was not the perfunctory kind. We did have a lively chat with each other."
"But in your line of work, aren't your colleagues your biggest competition?" Master Bao questioned.
"That really depends on the situation… Ol' Bao, you're in the government, and you face many different kinds of people. You should know that in every kind of industry, there will be some rotten apples," Feng Bujue said directly. "These people have no talent and refuse to work hard. They are normally collected at the lower level of the industry. They rely on underhanded tactics to succeed. They act one way before others and another way behind others. They like to gloat before the newcomers and think they're better than anyone else.
"For those, they always envy others who are doing better than them in the same industry, and that causes their emotions to become unbalanced. They do not try their best to catch up to others but commit to these petty schemes or blame god for not blessing them.
"These kinds of people are like a stain at the edge of a pipe. They are unable to stop the water from flowing, but they will try their best to pollute the water. It is very hard to clean them fully away. It is because of this bunch of people that most industries have a bad reputation. Under their influence, many people who are strict followers of the rules become influenced by them, and certain illegal things become unsaid rules. Those who refuse to follow them will only be at a disadvantage."
When men started to talk about business, they did not know when to stop. It was the same for Feng Bujue. "So… in many industries where the competition is direct or heated, people from the same industry become enemies.
"But the six that were invited are at the top of the field. When you reach their level, you won't face that kind of conflict anymore. Since they could reach the top, there must be something extraordinary about the each of them. It's unfortunate that others only see the weakness or bad side of the people who have achieved success, but they never see the effort that they have placed into their craft. Of these six, there are already three who are worth more than a million, and everyone is from the traditional industry. Even if there is a direct conflict under certain circumstances, they will deal with it the way an author would. Scolding each other in open, public places is beneath them. It's shameful."
"Haha… But the fans of these six will be scolding each other non-stop when they are watching the show, right?" Master Bao said.
"In our business, that is the fan culture. What can you do about it?" Feng Bujue said. "These few authors probably came to the show with a playful and carefree attitude, but the fans took it way too seriously. Then again, that's the nature of the show. If there was no competition, how are they going to tell who is the best?
"According to my prediction, no matter who won the final, it would not be a good thing. They would be lampooned by the fans of the other writers no matter what. Therefore I do not want to get myself involved in the return show. What if I get seventh place on the online voting—wouldn't the fans of the person who got eighth place come for me?"
"With the way that you have acted on the show, and the fact that you have shown the negative side of the industry, I don't believe you're afraid that people might come for you." Xiao Tan picked up Arthas and used the cat to block his way when he said that. It looked like it was Arthas who said that.
"Put my cat down," Feng Bujue warned. "It's shameful to act cute like that."
When the three chatted, the show had moved onto the last segment.
Oscar walked to the front of the camera again, and the stage dimmed as the contestants and audience faded into the background. A spotlight shone down from above, and Oscar stood alone in the pillar of light.
"We have come to the time we all have been waiting for—the third round and final duel of the day will begin soon." He extended one arm to reach toward the camera. "Welcome to the final round—Finishing Touches."
Following that, the rules of the third round appeared on the screen.
"This time will take the longest amount of time, and the rules are quite complicated," Oscar explained. "In this round, each contestant will be given a random incomplete story—what is commonly referred to as an eunuched novel.
"The authors of these stories, due to certain reasons, are unable to give the stories a rightful ending, and the plot stopped right in the middle of development. The role of our seven contestants is to provide a perfect ending for these unfinished stories."
Then, the camera angle changed, and Oscar turned his face expertly around to face the next camera. "The stories picked during this round are selected by our three main editors and our many staff. They have read through numerous incomplete stories, and through stages of elimination and discussion, they came up with these seven novels. You can imagine how heavy the workload was. Let's give a round of applause for these heroes behind the scenes."
The set director signaled for a thunderous applause from the audience.
"Now, I have with me the seven printed version of these stories." As Oscar spoke, several members of staff walked to the contestants' area and handed each contestant an envelope with a number on it. "Each of our seven contestants will be given an envelope, and inside each envelope will be a set of stapled A4 paper. The papers will have about 100,000 words of an unfinished story.
"Of course, it is impossible to expect that our contestants will be able to finish the whole book within the given amount of time. Therefore, there is another special document inside the envelope, where the summary of the story is given. The summaries are written by the editors of I Am a Writer. In the summaries, there will be a character relationship map and a general elaboration of the plot. The word count is about three thousand words."
Oscar waved his hand to point at the large screen. "You have ninety minutes for this round!"
He snapped his fingers, and a timer for ninety minutes appeared on the large screen.
"When I announce that the game has started, each contestant will open the envelope. You need to come up with a final chapter for the story that you have been given in ninety minutes. The final chapter will be appended to the last page of the current book."
The camera showed the face of each contestant before giving Oscar another close-up.
"In this round, the audience at the studio will be given a glimpse of the summary of each book and use that to decide whether the contestants' final chapter matches the flow of the rest of the story. However… the standard used for this round is only limited to the last chapter that the contestants wrote—do not judge the rest of the book.
"In other words, the audience only needs to make a comparative judgement between the final chapters written by the seven contestants. On this basis, please select… the final chapter that you believe is the best, and then give in your vote.
"As I have said before, the points for this final round will be forty percent of the total points. But of this forty percent, the voting of the audience will only take up two thirds. The other third will come from our professional team of judges."
He pointed at the first row of the audience. "The three main editors for our show, fourteen editors, and three special guests from the writer's association will make up this jury of twenty. Their votes will be changed into… one third of the points available for the contestants to garner during the last round.
"The twenty professional judges we have with us have already read all seven books before the start of the show, and most of them were involved in the writing of the summaries, but before the competition, no one knew which contestant would be paired with which book."
His tone was meant to create this nervous and mysterious atmosphere. "Naturally, the standard yielded by the professionals will be far stricter. They will view the final chapters written by the contestants from the continuity with the rest of the book, the style change, the rationality of the plot, and many different elements.
"Alright, I believe everyone has been waiting for a long time for this. And now… the third round, Finishing Touches… officially begins!"
With the order from Oscar, the timer on the big screen ticked down to 89:59. Then it started to dwindle second by second, and the sound of clock ticking came from the screen as well.
"The audience before the TV does not need to wait for an actual ninety minutes, right?" Xiao Tan groaned.
"Of course not," Feng Bujue replied. "This part should be shortened down to only ten minutes or so. The content will mostly be filled in with post show editing and interviews. It will also add in interviews with the audience. As well as lucky draw segment from that specific episode, the rest naturally will be commercials."
He suddenly was reminded of something. "Oh, by the way, the ticking sound is not present at the studio. The strange sound effect is probably added during the editing process."
"Sheesh… I say, ninety minutes is not enough for something like this, right? A story about 100,000 words, even if you just read the beginning and the end and skip the middle, relying on the summary… you will need at least half an hour to understand the plot and start writing the ending, right?" Master Bao asked.
"Of course," Feng Bujue said. "With the two writing styles provided and writing on the spot, if one can write two thousand words in one hour while retaining the quality, they're true professionals."
He picked up the drink on the coffee table to take a sip. "And I feel like something like the ending… is actually very hard to write. Furthermore, these kinds of eunuched books have many loopholes. The audience members might not know this, but the professional judges will give out points according to how much they feel the plot holes have been filled. It is best if you can mimic the writer's style when you write so that the readers will not feel too clearly that this is a group project."
"From the sound of it, this seems very hard," Xiao Tan said.
Feng Bujue stretched lazily. "I don't think it's that bad. When we were shooting this part, most of the audience and staff went to rest. Only four fixed cameras and two moveable camera crew were left to follow up on the recording. During this period, I took some time off to go and chat with Oscar, who was reapplying his make-up, and went to use the bathroom."
"Hey… didn't you say there is not enough time? How come you have time to leave your seat to go chat with others?" Master Bao gasped in shock.
"Haha… wait for the results and you'll see for yourself," Feng Bujue answered. Since it was just a first cut, the ten minutes segment was swiftly skipped over, and it soon reached the part for the announcement of the results. Following Oscar's countdown, a series of the authors' close ups appeared, and the music became more intense. Finally, when the timer on the big screen counted down to zero, Oscar screamed at the top of his lungs, "Time's up!"
He wiped away the sweat and let out a long sigh.
"Phew… finally, it is time to see the results, but first, I wish to ask a question…" Oscar turned to the contestants' panel. "Everyone… you had enough time, right?"
"Not enough time…" the writers answered in unison.
They were like kindergarten kids who were asked a question by the teacher, and they answered together. For example, if the teacher asked what the kids wanted to be when they grew up, all of the kids would answer in a long, dragged out tone, "Scientists…"
Feng Bujue did not speak or join in with the rest. Therefore, Oscar walked forward to ask him, "I noticed that Contestant Bujue did not say anything. Looks like you had enough time to finish the assignment."
"Yes, I have finished reading the whole book," Feng Bujue answered.
"In ninety minutes?" Oscar widened his eyes.
"Yes," Feng Bujue confirmed.
"Wow, does Contestant Bujue have what they called the legendary ability to read ten rows in one glance?" Oscar asked. "Then, if I may, what is your opinion after finishing reading the book?"
"It is quite well written," Feng Bujue answered expressionlessly.
Oscar made another funny face at the camera. "How come it feels like that is a comment that you can give after reading the book for only five minutes?"
Laughter echoed around the studio.
"Alright, following the tradition, we will announce the writing from the first contestant." Oscar led the topic back to the right path and walked to Xuan Tianzong's panel. "Xuan Tian, you got selected as contestant number one today. Do you feel under a lot of pressure?"
"Hmm…" Xuan Tianzong thought about it before replying. "Actually… it was alright. It is like going to the hospital to get a shot when you were small. I'd rather the pain be over soon than have it dragged out. I think it's not so bad to be the first.
"If any of you get the first spot next week, feel free to come swap with me."
At this point of the recording, the contestants felt quite relaxed around each other, and they would joke with each other. After all, the creative writing part had already finished. The remaining voice and interviews were comparatively less stressful.
"Alright, let us see the ending that Xuan Tianzong has written," Oscar said.
Xuan Tianzong's paragraph appeared on the big screen immediately. The final chapter was about 1,700 words. If one was a fast reader, they could finish reading it under four minutes. It was not easy for Oscar to host something like this. He had to read the content alongside the audience members and the judges. Furthermore, he had to read faster than most because after reading it, he had to give some reasonable comments. Of course, it was not that they did not give Oscar anything to prepare. The main summary would be shown on the side screen about one hour ago, and Oscar had interviewed a few of the audience members and the judges, so he had a basic understanding of the seven books. When he saw the proposed ending, he would not be in the dark.
With regards to the interview, there was a clear difference between the normal audience members and the professional judges. Generally speaking, most of the audience thought the easiest finale to write was a web novel that Mo Buxiang had drawn, and the hardest was a wuxia story that had been given to Vegetable Fruit. However, the professional jury had the opinion that Vegetable Fruit had the simplest story to give an ending to, and the most difficult one was the ghost story that Onto the Field had gotten.
Several minutes later, Oscar said, "Okay, the final chapter that Xuan Tianzong wrote has already been shown on the screen for everyone. I believe that everyone, like me, has been stunned by the content that is shown on screen."
Then, he walked voluntarily to Feng Bujue. "Bujue, what do you think of this ending?"
"Why did you come to ask me?" Feng Bujue asked in confusion.
"Just speak your mind. We also wish to hear your opinion," Soda, who sat closest to him, said with a laugh. All the other contestants turned his way and tossed him anticipatory looks.
"Fine… how shall I put this? When I read this chapter, it feels like I have just started a new season of a TV series, but when I finish watching the first episode, I think, 'Have I missed a whole season? How come it feels like this is actually the last episode?'" Feng Bujue answered.
"Hmm… can you give us an example?" Oscar asked.
"Sure, I can. It is like My Little Monster," Feng Bujue replied.
"Hmm… okay," Oscar nodded. "I think I get it now…"
Then Ba Shan Pin, Vegetable Fruit, and Mo Buxiang showed their writing one after another. Each of the writers showed great quality. Their final chapter followed the original author's style to the certain degree and gave a strong sense of completion. Even if they did not read the summary, just from this one chapter, people would think that this was a good and memorable ending. The book that the judges thought was the most difficult, the one that Onto the Field got, had a less than favorable outcome. The ending written by Brother Field confused a lot of people, and the judges praised him for managing that much.
After the six writers got their result, Vegetable Fruit and Soda's final chapters had the best reaction. The former had the most support from the audience while the latter was loved by the professionals.
"Alright, we have come to the last of the last." After hosting this whole episode, Oscar felt like he had exhausted plenty of physical and mental energy. He walked to Feng Bujue's side. "I have no doubt that Contestant Bujue will give us another surprise this round."
Feng Bujue laughed drily. "Er… I guess, in a way, you are not wrong."
Oscar waved his hands. "Now let's see… the final chapter that Contestant Bujue wrote."
Several seconds later, on the screen, nothing showed…
"Er…" Oscar whispered into the earpiece, "Director, is there something wrong with the equipment?"
"There is nothing wrong with the equipment. I did not write anything." Feng Bujue represented Pei Ran to answer this question.
Oscar was baffled. "Contestant Bujue… but didn't you say…"
"Yes, there was enough time for me to finish the whole book. Objectively speaking, I think the original writer did quite well, but I personally do not like this story. In fact, you can say that I detest it. I have my reasons." He held his chin with one hand and spoke into the mic. "There is little common ground between me and the author, so I do not feel like writing even a word to continue this story."


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


Good thing I was able to restrain myself!
__________
FOR THE NTH TIME! Give me some peace!
The doorbell at Monzanto residence was ceaselessly ringing. Gloria knew that it's impossible that the person ringing the doorbell is her boss, hence he has his own key. The housekeeper was out because of an emergency. Her boss agreed to this arrangement since he's complacent that nobody would dare to steal anything from the house.
Her movement was agile enough to meet the person at the back. She opened the gate and met a young lady with a sour facial expression. "Are you new here? What took you so long? Gosh, it's already been three minutes." Irritation present at the face of the young lady. It seems that she's only eighteen or nineteen years old.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I was in the comfort room." Now she looks disgusted. If she's not a maid in disguise, this girl is dead meat. "Won't you let me in?" Oh, right.
Gloria was just ignored and she let herself in and seated herself on the sofa. "What are you looking at? Get me some juice!" Because of the deplorable attitude of the girl, Gloria already had a clue who she is..
Monzantos are really pain in the ass. Her furrowed brows relaxed as a certain person walked in the view. "Nanay!" [Addressing a mother in Filipino] Gloria has no time to waste so she went make her juice.
"Oh, Aubrey! What brings you here? It's been a while hija, Charles is still at work." Gloria heard the old maiden. The girl remained quiet. Hmm, so I'm really right then… she thought.
After mixing and making her freshly squeezed apple juice which she put all of her irritations on, she put it on the center table. "Uhm hija, this is Marie. She's the new maid here. She is almost the same age as you." Aubrey's face crumpled from what she heard.
"Nanay, you're no stranger to us, we already treat you as part of the family." Now she puts her attention towards Gloria. She scanned Gloria from head to toe. She raised an eyebrow when their eyes meet
"Since, you're here. I want you to do something."
The old maiden and Aubrey are arguing about the subject and she doesn't mind that. 
Gloria's brows furrowed when the old maiden finally agreed and supported Aubrey.  "That's fine, hija, if Marie knows the books that you are supposed to look for." Her ears clapped from delight at what she heard.
Talking about books, hun? Then you're with the right person
Among her friends, she's the bibliophile. Gloria loves books, especially the old ones. She loves the beauty with the writer's words. The twists and madness made her sane.
"So, since Charles is still  at work and I also have to go later…"  Aubrey pulls out an index card. "All the topics and books you need to look for are written here. Go to the Troum City Library." She fetched some money from her pocket. "Here's your fare, now take care of that errand, don't get lost" Gloria almost rolled her eyes in annoyance from her words.
"No worries, ma'am. When do you need it?" The youngest Monzanto glanced at the wall clock. "You should be here at exactly four in the afternoon. Do I make myself clear?" 
Gloria only has four hours to finish the task. It's already eleven thirty! She has no choice but to oblige. With this spoiled brat? One wrong move and the news will reach on her entire bloodline. 
"Good, then." She victoriously grinned.

GLORIA STEPPED out of the jeepney transit. The library is still a kilometer away but she decided to pull over here. It was a lovely day and the greeneries around the central Troum satisfied her. Yet, the view was ruined by the groups of couples who act as if they're walking in cloud nine. 
Some of the boys stole glances and even winked at her. Gloria almost puked in disgust.  She got higher standards, same with her friends. Gloria firmly believes that aside from her being only Greene's heiress, she deserves someone who can bear the chase. She cannot be tame, just like that. She's the wildest among the three.  Well, that's according to her self-assessment.
When she wants something, she'll get it -by hook or crook...not even minding the time and the efforts she'll face.
She giddily walked and even jumped like a kid. Wearing her signature comfortable attire, Gloria has no worries doing that. 
At last, Gloria reached the Troum City Library. The guard was smiling ear to ear. "Good afternoon, ma'am!" She also smiled in return. It's a good day though not until her boss and his bratty cousin existed. Aside from his personified devil of a boss, her descendant was sent to make her life worse too! Aubrey Monzanto Alfonzo is her cousin from mother 's side. Aubrey's father was her mother's brother. 
Gloria pulled out the index card given by her bratty boss. Gloria scanned the said piece of paper and smirked. This is what she's crying about? She's not  literally crying. That phrase best suits her face upon requesting.  
She had a lot of time to chill and drink milk tea. Yet, she's too lazy to go to this haven? Pathetic, creature.
She knew the head librarian of Troum City Library. Besides, she's one of the generous book donors and a frequent visitor. She loves the smell of books. The peace that takes her to the other word. Indeed, Gloria was filled with her fantasies..
The reason behind that? She's sheltered ever since she was born. She's used to escaping her reality by traveling through books. Her toys only allow momentary entertainment. But having someone to be with as a friend or what not hits different.
It's easy for Gloria to find the specified books since Contemporary Language is quite an easy subject. Afterall, she loves this subject and course..
Aubrey is a  first year psychology student taking her second semester. But too indolent to even go to the library.
Theories of Personality, by Carl Jung. It is one of the books she needed to find, but there's no book with that title. Since Carl Jung supported Sigmund Freud's argument about personality, specifically about the unconscious part.
It's too facile to comprehend. Gloria's orbs traveled heavenward from the redundant subject of Hierarchy of Needs of Abraham Maslow. Which was the first thing universities teach to their students. For Gloria, It's an easy and iconic subject, yet it's one of the definitions she needs to acquire.
She can find every book she needs even if her eyes are closed. Gloria traverses the corridors filled with books with ease, even carrying chunky books as if they're pillows.
Her eyes almost formed in heart shape when she saw a familiar author. It was none other than the great Aristotle and his famous book entitled Nicomachean Ethics.
Gloria's quite sure that it was for her Ethics subject. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read the note beside the Literary books Audrey wanted her to find. Excerpts and Summaries? Her orbs once again traveled heavenward. She can't believe it.
Audrey wanted her to borrow books with summaries of the novels and epics of Shakespeare. Those books were too great to just rush through it. Gloria's now shaking her head in frustration.
What's happening to Gen Z's? She heaved a sigh. There's no point in blaming them nowadays. They have stories to tell, and it's not the perfect time to think about that.
Series of frowning, ranting, and non-stop walking- that's what she did for almost an hour. Gloria is now down to the last two books, until someone asked her. "Miss, where can I find the books for Sociology?" He's a stranger but of course, Gloria answered him back. "Third rack, straight ahead." The stranger thanked her before leaving.
Gloria just shrugged her shoulders. It was nice helping people. She now proceeds to her goal. 'Right, that Filipino book.' The girl has minor subjects. It was given she's in her first year
Gloria tiptoed to reach Prospero Covar's book. He's one of the pioneers in the field of  literature. It was not difficult to find. Gloria once saw the book upon wandering around.
Gloria's face lit up as she got the book, but another intruder spoiled that fun. Gloria knew that an object was about to land on her. It turned out that it was just another stranger asking for a book. "Where can I find Jose Rizal's works?" She made herself in her modest state before answering. 
"It's located on the other side, Filipiniana section." The guy nodded and awkwardly smiled. "Thanks!" Gloria was now at ease.  Geez, that was close. Good thing I was able to restrain myself! If she didn't, that guy will have his limbs tied like a pretzel. 
Gloria glanced at her wristwatch. I only have an hour! It was three o'clock in the afternoon. She spent hours enjoying herself in the scent of book pages and reminiscing about her fictional life. 
However, it's time for her to go home. She has one thing left on her list. Good thing it was just nearby.  It was Ivan Pavlov's book.. All in all, she got ten books to keep. She used Aubrey's ID, so it's not her problem anymore. 
At last, I'm done! Gloria muttered in delight." "Miss, where can I find Bandura's-" She cuts her off instantly. "I'm sorry? Why are you asking me about that?"
The guy scratched his head. "You're not the librarian?" Gloria's forehead creased. "No, but what you are looking for is on the other column." She then walked towards the front desk holding the ten books. It was late when Gloria understood the logic. 
Why did I forget? So stupid! she groaned.
She wore the wrong choice of clothes! She glanced at her shirt. It was the same as the librarians. They're also clothed in denim pants. The only thing that she missed is the name plate. Everything was so identical!
"Miss, it's done!" Gloria put them inside the eco-bag and rushed away from the embarrassment. She even overheard the assistant asking her workmates about new employees.
That was so epic! Gloria palmed her face in irritation. 
As she walked through the doors of the lobby, her eyes settled on the painting displayed. To be specific, her eyes were entirely focused on the Amazon Industries seal together with an unfamiliar firm. Yet, somehow, she thinks that she'd seen it before.
"Weird" she muttered. Nevertheless, the thought never left her mind on her way home.

"WHERE have you been?" Those are words of greeting that left from the doctor's mouth as she arrived at Monzanto residence. She was about to answer but a furrowed eyebrow Audrey butted in. "You're so sluggish, what took you so long?" She glanced at her watch. Gloria was just late for ten minutes.
"I was stuck in a heavy traffic ma'am." That was not a lie. There really was heavy traffic in the city. Gloria's eyes caught a glimpse of the confused face of her boss. "I was tasked to go to the library sir." He was dumbfounded with silence.
"Oh hija, It's a good thing you got home quite early. I thought you got lost." Said manang whose just adding fuel to the fire. "Manang, It wasn't too far from here."
"Hey, a two hour commute is not an easy feat." Audrey's stealthy nudge towards Manang Sonia didn't pass unnoticed to Gloria's observant eyes. "Yaya!" Audrey reprimands.
Audrey thought that her cousin wasn't around. "Aubrey, did you go to Greene House again?" Gloria extended her ears to know more. 
Greene House is an interactive playground. The place has a lot to offer. Anyone can play, watch, sing, eat, and more. A safe haven for those who want to relax and experience childhood again. It was her own idea. Gloria's target market is centralized to those youngs at heart.
"We're not there often! You know how strict the reservation is!" Gloria let out a lopsided grin. She's proud of her achievements in life. Greene House is one of them.
"Ah, that's why Aunt Ara called me. This leisure lounging of yours is done. Go home now and take these with you. Finish all your homework! Those errands won't take you to success." Gloria didn't anticipate him teaching her some lessons.
Aubrey's face reddened in humiliation "I hate you!" she yelled. She forcefully stole the bag full of books then walked out slamming the door rather loudly.
Charles is a contender. He's even the most mischievous and infuriating creature he met. The same guy that he wants to piss off till her heart's content. 'They kinda looked alike too.. of course, they're cousins!'
"I'm sorry for the rukus hija, they're just like that ever since. Don't worry they're gonna make up tomorrow." Manang smiled apologetically and asked her to eat. In a heartbeat, she agreed.

Meet the childish and bubbly Gloria, a kid trapped inside a twenty-four year old body. All along she considered herself as the most finesse among her peers. But what lies her bright aura is the darkest shade - you wouldn't want to see. 

Friend or foe? You better choose wisely

Kate didn't know how to feel during or after hearing what had William all pi**ed off and she only knew a few ways to calm down a royal in rage at that moment Kate only had three things pop up into her mind *I could either rub his back, start him a warm relaxing bath or i could let him f**k me until he is no longer mad and pleased* "I understand where you're trying to get to but i'm not gonna do the last one because that should be your choice and I will be too rough with you in the state of mind i'm in at the moment so you now only have two options you could go with princess." William smirked as he let the words slip off his tongue so now Kate was in utter shock with the fact that William read her mind and actually responded and she didn't know what to think about, the fact that he read her mind or the thought of him respecting her body and letting her choose when and what happens to it. "Ok your highness, which would you prefer of the two?" Kate asked with an attitude William gave her a glare that basically told her that she needed to not bring an attitude into the conversion and that he wanted her to choose that he was too stressed and mad to think. So she went to the bathroom and started up a bath for him and walked back to the bed and sat behind him and rested her head on his shoulder and started rubbing his back while placing small kisses on his neck trailing from the bottom of his neck to his ear. About five minutes in she had gotten up and went to turn off the water so it didn't overflow and make him more stressed, " your bath is ready." Kate said as she walked out of the bathroom to stand in front of William, right about the time he wrapped his arms around Kate's waist and laid his head on her chest. "Thank you darling." he whispered just loud enough that Kate heard him and smiled and he got up to go to the bathroom.
About 20 minutes later William had walked out of the bathroom in a towel when Kate noticed that the walls were back to normal and the bedroom door was back to normal also. "Did you enjoy your warm bath?" Kate asked smiling at William while he was drying his hair and putting on his nightshirt even thought would end up not being on him in the morning as had the past couple of night she had noticed he had been taking them off when he would get really tired from reading the meeting minutes (the summaries from a meeting) "Yes I did. Are you ready for bed yet?" William replied while walking over to his desk to get the meeting minutes "excuse me yes i may go to sleep soon but i would like to read a book before i do if you will let me." William smirked as he finished getting the papers together and in line so he could review them. They laid in bed and not soon after Kate layed her book down onto the bedside table and turned herself so she was right against the side of Williams body so she could feel his warmth. Soon Kate fell straight to sleep.

Kate, an adopted child of the king and queen, ends up in an arranged marriage with the devil king's son. She soon realizes that he is nothing like how the rumors say he is, they end up striking a deal that can come with problems but who will win the deal?  William or Kate?   You're just gonna have to read to find out!

Profound Dragon Strength's modus operandi was quite similar to that of Profound Dragon Cultivation. The only difference was in the flux energy used. Profound Dragon Cultivation used the flux energy of the enemy while Profound Dragon Strength used one's own. 
This could be used to burst forth with a large amount of energy, which made it a pretty good skill. But if it was used alone, this skill couldn't be regarded as much. Even without the system's analysis, Li Yunmu could estimate that it definitely didn't surpass B grade. 
But if Profound Dragon Strength was used to provide assistance to Profound Dragon Cultivation, then their combined grade would increase to one which Li Yunmu couldn't estimate. The skill which used enemy's flux energy as well as one's own was simply like a wild fantasy.
[Host, the result of the analysis has come out. If the summaries of the two skills aren't exaggerating, then Profound Dragon Cultivation is a B grade skill and Profound Dragon Strength is C grade. But both of them used together can produce effects equivalent to those of an... SS grade skill.]
At the end of the analysis, even the system sounded a bit surprised. 
"Are you certain? How could the difference be so large? SS grade battle skill?"
After hearing the system's analysis, Li Yunmu couldn't help but cry out in surprise. 
A B grade skill used together with a C grade skill could produce the effects of a SS grade killing skill?
This speculation was indeed too astonishing. If this was true, then Li Yunmu was certain that when Profound Dragon Cultivation and Profound Dragon Strength were used together, an unknown qualitative change happened due to some unknown rotating method. 
SS grade was already equivalent to Great Sun Tyrant Body Muscle Marrow Secrets which Li Yunmu had cultivated previously. 
While extremely bewildered, he went toward the third source manuscript which was called 'Profound Dragon Steps'.
It first two words were the same. From that moment on, Li Yunmu was certain that those source manuscripts were certainly an inheritance from the person who created them. 
And that creator was definitely a rarely seen talent, for otherwise, this set of source manuscripts wouldn't been graded so highly by the system. 
Profound Dragon Strep was similar to the above two source manuscripts. 
In simple terms, this skill was only a mediocre flux step skill without any strange moves and was at most B grade. 
But what if it was used together with Profound Dragon Cultivation and Profound Dragon Strength? The result left even the system perturbed. It was surprisingly SSS grade. 
It has to be known that even with the system and a large amount of space elements, Li Yunmu could only exchange three A grade cultivation methods for an S grade one, or perhaps SS grade if he was lucky.
As for the probability of SSS grade, it was miniscule. It required three peak A grade cultivation methods and a large amount of luck in that the three cultivation methods had to be compatible with each other. 
If there was the least bit of problem in compatibility, the end result wouldn't reach SSS grade. 
But even if Li Yunmu obtain an SSS grade cultivation method, then what? He would only obtain a cultivation relaying globe of an SSS grade cultivation method and not the source manuscript. Therefore, he was greatly shocked inside. 
He had surprisingly discovered a combination of three cultivation methods which were equivalent to an SSS grade cultivation method, and they were even in source manuscript form. 
The summary of Profound Dragon Steps was very simple. If the user moved according to the special footwork as well as rotated their flux energy according to the special route, their legs would be able to draw a certain amount of geocentric flux energy. 
If this geocentric flux energy was used together with Profound Dragon Cultivation and gained assistance from Profound Dragon Strength, then the combined might would instantly reach an SSS grade. 
According to the system's analysis, the flux energy produced from the combination of the three would undergo a qualitative change. When three powers of different nature that moved through three different sets of paths were combined, their power would reach the level of Li Yunmu's flame thunder energy!
Thus, it could be considered as a power source approaching divine level...
At that instant, Li Yunmu didn't dare to think much and quickly moved toward the fourth book. 
This one didn't have the name profound dragon, which caused Li Yunmu to breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the combination of the previous three source manuscripts was already quite astonishing. 
If the fourth source manuscript had increased the combined power even more, then would the world even accept it? 
The system had verified that these source manuscripts were at least twenty-four thousand three hundred and twelve years old, but Li Yunmu still didn't dare to be certain that the summaries were identical with the contents inside. 
The fourth manuscript was known as "Meridian Nurturing Flux Point Technique". 
When Li Yunmu read its name, his heart began to beat wildly. The fourth source manuscript was the easiest to understand. 
Its name was extremely ordinary, and it could even be said that this source manuscript couldn't even be called as one, but rather a sort of secret technique. 
However, Li Yunmu's heart kept beating crazily upon noticing it. He didn't dare to believe that after the previous source manuscripts that belonged to Profound Dragon series, he would find such an ordinary manuscript. 
Why had he spent the past few months toiling laboriously to refine power grain? His aim was only one, to obtain enough contribution points to purchase a flux point strengthening secret technique. Today, he had come here to reach exactly this goal. 
Yet he had encountered something even better than to what he had been looking forward. 
Li Yunmu impatiently opened it to take a look, and after a long while, he sighed and lifted his head again. Just as he lifted his gaze, his eyes met with the eyes of the black-gowned woman.
"The fluctuations in your heart were quite large," Night said calmly. 
"What do you need in exchange for them?" Li Yunmu asked bluntly. He didn't bother to hide or conceal the fact that he wanted them since the person who was selling them already knew about it. 
Li Yunmu prepared himself mentally that even if it cost him an arm and a leg, he had to get his hands on these source manuscripts. 
"If you can save a certain person's life, then they are yours. The time limit is three days."
The black-gowned woman's reply caught Li Yunmu off guard. 
Unexpectedly, it wasn't an item or contribution points, but rather a life that she wanted in exchange.


By coincidence, Li Yunmu found a super machine from humanity’s age of darkness. From that point onwards, his ordinary life would never be the same! Aptitude? Innate talent? What are these? Could they be eaten? 
I have neither aptitude nor innate skill, but my shadow can level up using hacks.Experience, Ability points, battle prowess…….all of them could be hacked. Even while he is asleep or tired, he could still increase his skills.
[Ding, your shadow has killed an ant, you have gained experience points and ability points.]
[Ding, your shadow has successfully killed a dragonfly, it dropped a dimensional box.]
Crap, even killing insects can also increase his experience and get him rewards. What else!

It was a simple unadorned, rectangular Japanese style chabudai. It had no traces of any openings or any signs that it could, by any way contain an opening under it. 

Even still, upon hearing the chirrs and the charrs of a machine, the first thing Grim looked at was this table. After all, it was the only thing which could create such sounds in this empty room.

The plain, spotless table suddenly showed cracks, in the shapes of rectangles, which after a short delay sunk into the table. Grim looked under the table, but to his surprise, found no mechanisms under it. The table couldn't be any simpler, and the more it was so, the more magical it felt.

He suddenly heard his master's voice coming from in front, in a scolding tone " Book E-37689, Enchanting magic and it's uses, Types of enchantments, Spatial Enchantment. How can you forget such simple things. "

Grim rubbed the back of his head in confusion, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he slapped his forehead and said " Minor Spatial transfer between one location to another. Sorry, Master, I forgot. " before giggling cheekily as he imagined his master to be shaking his head with a slight smile.

The parts of the table, which had sunk just moments ago, slowly came back up. This time, with an ancient looking book on top of each of them. Grim knew these were the tomes that he could choose from, so he slowly and acutely observed everything he could from their outer appearance.

He once again heard his master's voice " Book T-213, Tomes And Our Discoveries, Recent discoveries. Say it out loud, in your own words, of course. "

Grim nodded as he went back to scratching his head. After a short while of scratching his head, he spoke with slight hesitation " January 27th, 2056, A nameless scientist made the observation that the types of magic a tome provided can be mainly classified into 3 different types, namely - " He paused as he pointed at the first book " The ones which record historical wars and records of other such times which contain violent and bloody history, provide people with aggressive magic, like Fire, Ice, Earth, Etc. "

He then picked up the tome and looked at it's spine " Cold Wars That Changed History, A book that records the summaries of all cold wars to date that happened till the year 2071. " After saying till here he properly put it back and pointed at the next book " Support type magic, that enhances the basic attributes of many things . These magic include Healing, Enchance, Enchanting, Etc. This is obtained from books that contain records of times of peace. "

He picked up the second book and looked at it's spine " Trade Records Of Ancient India. " Following which, he put it back properly and pointed at the third book " The variable type. This type of Tome provides random magic, and sometimes, even a combination of both support and aggressive magic. Just like my master, your, Frost Magic. "

He picked up the last book and read the spine " The Sword In The Stone . A book that can be considered both a record of history, as well as a fantasy from way back when magic was something very far-fetched. It was a time long before the Era of Magic and Absolute Slaughter. "

He put the last tome back properly and sighed. " Do I really have to choose from all three types of tomes ? Can't master just choose a tome for myself. It is proven absolutely impossible for me to choose another tome if I make a mistake this time and regret my choice later. "

Fuar looked at the room in front of him with a slight smile as he looked on at his stupid little disciple speaking endlessly about how he didn't want to regret his choice if he made a wrong choice today. Fuar himself was quite unsure about what he would do, if provided with the choice between the three tomes. Based on his disciple's personality, he was almost certain he should choose the tome which had a high chance of providing aggressive magic. Support magic was never suited for his disciple, who was quite headstrong and always wanted to be in the spotlight.

" It's your choice. " Fuar said, interrupting Grim in the middle of his long speech. " Bind a Tome as I taught you when you asked me how to do it back then. "

He saw his disciple sigh once again and nod, followed by looking with an unwavering gaze at the third tome. The tome which had a high chance of providing with a combination of both aggressive and support magic .

Fuar pressed a button, and just like how the tomes did before, a knife appeared on the table, right below the tomes.

His disciple held the knife in his left hand and resolutely extended his right hand above the third tome and slit a vein. His blood, like a river flowed from his cut wrist onto the tome on the table, and like magic, no blood feel on the other two tomes. Like a greedy sponge, all the blood the flowed from his wrist was absorbed by the tome, which slowly turned blood red, and following the path the blood came from, slowly swam up it, and into Grim's body .

The blood stopped flowing, and the tome vanished. Fuar had a shocked expression on his face and so did Grim, who looked at his wrist and muttered " Is this i... "

He suddenly emitted a blindingly bright white light from his entire body. Fuar panicked and quickly tried to enter the room , and when he reached the spot Grim was sitting at, he was surprised to find no traces of him.

He was even more surprised when suddenly a transparent interface appeared in front of his eyes after a long time and shocked the daylights out of him .

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