Margaret Brown, the daughter of a wealthy Northern merchant, hasn't left her fathers side since her mother's death. The year is 1860, and Margaret, as per usual, is forced to accompany her father on a business trip to the South. Though the trip begins regularly enough, her world is turned upside down after meeting her father's partners largest disappointment: his second son, Charles. 

Follow the story of Maggie and Charles as they battle for love in a war-ridden world trying to tear them apart. 

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After the auction had ended, Dickens and Lu Guan brought some men by to tidy up the two storage units.
The main storage unit to be tidied was the second one. In it were 30 to 40 boxes of books. Godzilla and Big Quinn worked hard tidying up the storage unit.
Charles Chalmers came over and took a look. After having seen nothing unusual, he walked over to the door of the first storage unit and sneered, "Guys, did anyone realize the items inside are not a complete set?"
Dickens gave a surprised look and replied, "Oh? Not that I know of."
Li Du leaned against the door. He did not mind what was in the storage unit. As a matter of fact, everything was arranged by him.
From the beginning, Lu Guan, accompanied by Dickens, was instructed by Li Du to enquire about the furniture in the storage unit. Even the treasure hunters who were rushed over and the auction bids today were all single-handedly arranged by him. 
With the intention of obtaining the magazines inside the storage unit rather than the furniture, he deliberately gave Charles the chance to organize a community storage unit auction.
He seemed rather exultant about the plan's success. As a matter of fact, from his perspective, the plan could have very easily failed. It would only have taken Charles contacting Dog Ears Rick for his plan to fail.
Fortunately, as he predicted, Charles was a petty man. In order to avoid having to loan his cousin money, he would not have informed his cousin of his storage unit's situation.
Otherwise, judging by Dog Ears Rick's experience, he could have easily deduced the visit by Lu Guan and Dickens was a trick. All it would take was for him to look at a few storage units to easily discover the complete set of magazines.
In Li Du's eyes, what he did was rather unethical. He had not planned to do it that way at first. He thought of officially purchasing the magazines for collection. 
In the end, not only had Charles not given him a chance to do so, but Charles and Dog Ears Rick had also humiliated him. Left with no choice, he came up with the plan.
Having heard Charles' sarcastic question, Li Du looked around the storage unit and discovered what was missing.
An antique-looking furniture set was missing a couple of pieces. Originally inside were six chairs, one table and two small cabinets. However, one chair and a small cabinet were missing.
Dickens did not realize what was missing as he was only doing as instructed and had no idea what was inside the storage unit.
Li Du, having discovered the missing chair and cabinet, said, "It's the furniture. The complete set of furniture has a problem, right?"　　
Charles coughed and smiled, "Your eyes are very sharp, Chinaman. Yes, the furniture here is not a complete set. A chair and cabinet are missing."
Dickens responded, "F*ck, you actually removed a part of the complete furniture set?"　　
Charles laughed craftily and said, "Don't be agitated, mate. Indeed, it was I who did that, but I didn't break any rules did I? All of you were not observant enough and did not discover there were missing pieces."
Dickens was infuriated. "You really are evil. Truth be told, I rarely call someone that, but you are evil!"　　
Charles was unfazed by his name calling. He opened his arms and said, "What I did was open and lawful. It's your eyes that were not sharp enough. If you guys discovered the furniture set was missing two pieces, you guys might not have bid on it."　　
The reason for his doing so was clearly due to a casual remark made by Dickens. Dickens remarked that the furniture set needed to be complete for it to be valuable or else the value would be cut in half.　　
Li Du motioned to Dickens to calm down. He asked, "Looks like if we want to keep that furniture, we would have to pay extra, right?"
Charles gloated, "Yes, but taking the fact that we are business partners into account, I can give you guys a discount—"
"That won't be necessary. You can keep them," Li Du interrupted, before turning and leaving.
Initially, he felt a little apologetic for using such means to take away Charles's magazines.　　
Now, after having seen his dishonest dealings, the blemish in his heart was no longer there. He felt what he himself had done was not wrong.
Li Du's departure didn't bother Charles. The storage unit belonged to Dickens and hence, Dickens was his target. He said,"I can give you a discount..."
In the end, Dickens simply replied, "Not necessary. You can keep them."
Charles was stunned and exclaimed, "What's the meaning of this? Don't you want the complete set of furniture to sell at its greatest value?"　　
At this point, there was nothing left to hide. Dickens said, "This was not my idea. Li, who was the Chinese fella earlier, was the actual buyer of the storage unit. He said it was not necessary then, it's not necessary."
Having heard those words, Charles became more aware there was something fishy going on. However, even after racking his brain, he still could not figure out what the problem was.　　
Li Du did not boast about the National Geographic magazines to him. As the truck transported the magazines back, he went to look for an Amish carpenter and ordered a batch of oak bookcases. With that, the whole incident had concluded.
The set of magazines belonged to him alone. He could add it to his own collection as it did not belong to the company he and Hans had set up.　　
He wanted to put all of the magazines on display in a bookcase. However, with the vast amount of magazines, the limited space of the cabin and the room he rented from Rose were not sufficient.　　
With over half a century's worth of magazines and 20 magazines per year, that was a total of 1500 magazines. Moreover, the last half of the century's National Geographic magazines was very thick. A room specifically for keeping the magazines would be required.
As such, Li Du had the idea of buying a house. He needed a house now.
Big Quinn planned to renovate his house once it was completed. If he bought one now, he could catch up to Big Quinn and renovate his house too.
Hans was figuring out how to sell the sports gear with celebrities' signatures on them. He found people to help appraise the items and concluded that the prices were difficult to estimate.
The items were dependent on the type of buyer. If the buyer was interested in the items, he could propose an astronomical price for them. If the buyer was not interested in the items, they would have no value.　　
However, after the separate valuation of the sports equipment items on their own, their value was promising. Especially so for the New York Yankees pitching machines, which had the highest unit price of 200,000 dollars.　　
Next, was the golf club signed by Tiger Woods. During a sports equipment auction in Manhattan last year, a similar golf club was auctioned off at a steep price of over 140,000 dollars. 　　
From the auction, Hans thought of the idea of organizing a sports equipment auction. With the vast amount of items in their possession, and the addition of other types of items, it would be enough to back a small scale auction.　　
Li Du brought out all his magazines and arranged them chronologically before placing them in a new storage box. For the next few days, he continued to search for valuable storage units.　　
However, there weren't many highly valuable storage units. Especially now, when he had more experience and was in high morale. He did not even look at storage units with a profit margin of less than 10,000 dollars.
He surveyed many storage units in similar fashion over the next few days, but found nothing valuable.


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?! 

J felt all her blood crept up to her face. She looked at the dishes that Madam Kelly prepared. It consists mainly of leafy vegetables, legumes, fish, meat and eggs. These foods boost fertility, Madam Kelly sure knows her thing. J thought.

After they had their lunch, Madam Kelly and Chairman John went up to their bedroom to take an afternoon nap. J was left in the family room.

 After a couple of minutes, Jacob walked in the family room with a couple of books in his hands. 

"I noticed that you liked reading classic novels. I got a couple here from the library, but I am not sure if you have read any of this. You should take a look. If you have already read them, I'll find another one for you." Jacob said with a smile standing in front of her.

J was sitting on the sofa so she has to tilt her head upwards to look at Jacob. Her face becomes gentle realizing how Jacob take his time to notice her habit of reading and what kind of books she prefers to read. She reached for the books before saying 'Thank you' to Jacob.

Jacob sits beside her and grab for the remote control of the flat-screen TV and turned it on. Madam Kelly already insisted on them to stay overnight and they complied.  Without anything to do this afternoon, Jacob decided to watch a movie while he searched for books for J to read.

J looked at the books that Jacob brought her. Jacob was right, they were all classic novels from Jane Austen, Emily Bronte, Alexander Dumas, Leo Tolstoy, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, and Bram Stoker. She has already read all these books that Jacob brought her. But to avoid disturbing Jacob from watching, she didn't tell him. Instead, she chose Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, which she has read a couple of times.  Jane Austen is her favorite author and she has a collection of all of her six books. Among them, Pride and Prejudice is her favorite. It is a romantic novel about two lovers whom before had their happy ending have to conquer their pride and prejudices against each other.

J had even memorized the authors opening line, 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.' Thou she finds it ironic, as these days those man with a good fortune would rather stay single to enjoy their liberty. Just like how Jacob and J were before they met.

After half an hour reading with her back leaning on the backrest of the sofa and her feet on her front closed to each other, J felt a little bit stiff so she stretched her back and neck. 

"If you're feeling a little stiff you can change your position. How about you raise your feet on the sofa?" Jacob said with a worried look.

When he receives no response, Jacob got off his seat and kneel in front of J.

"What are you doing?" J asked with a surprised look.

Jacob didn't answer her instead, he took off her slippers and raised her feet on the sofa with her knees pointing on one side. Then he returned to sit beside her.

Due to her position, her body is now leaning to Jacob's body and her knees were now touching Jacob's hips. J gazed at him. "Feels better, right?" Jacob said smiling when he caught her gazing at him.

At the age of 10, J's parents died in an ambush leaving her in the care of her grandfather who years later sent her away along with her best friend to hide her and her identity from those who would try to kill her after her parents.

20 years past, a lot of things had already happened. Her dearest grandfather died, she came back to Lotus City, and was secretly married!

She was married off by her grandfather to his best friend's grandson before he died and she was oblivious about it.

Do this secret marriage has to do with her secret identity?

Chapter 161

The charge of the Dicken Brigade was…amazing. That was all James could consider it. Truly, it had to have been one of the most inspired, crazy, hilarious, and effective things he had seen in his years of gaming. Not only were the dickens ridiculously buffed by Charles, even if the World Boss was only level 20, but the visual, of watching that many crazed, angry, demonic chickens running through the forest, seeking out BLANKs players, was just awesome.

On top of that, surprise in and of itself, took down more than a few of BLANKs players. Unfortunately, the charge of the Dicken Brigade also didn't last as long as James had wanted. However, while it was short lived, it still served its purpose. Well, actually, it served a few purposes.

First off, it drove a decent chunk of the fog of war away from James's field of view. The charge by the Dicken Brigade, which was roughly 400 dickens, meaning about 120 players strong, made it past the midpoint of the battlefield, and about another 200 yards into BLANKs side of the map, before it was stopped.

During the charge, led by Charles the Dicken, with Trogdor and his infernal dicken quick on the world boss's claws…er…heels, they managed to pick off over a dozen of BLANKs players, mostly rogue and thief classes, who had been working their way slowly towards James's spawn area. It seemed that BLANK's players were sending out scouts, to slowly map out and plan around James's setup. The scary part was a few of the scouts had gotten near two of James's siege weapons. Meaning he was certain those were likely going to be targeted, before they could ever get fully used.

Of course, that information was paid for quite nicely by the essence James's players received from the mad rush of the Dicken Brigade. Because of the effects of Charles the Dicken's ability, the dickens that were part of the Dicken Brigade attacked any enemy they came across. It was like watching a hungry swarm of locust overcome the land. No sooner was an enemy sighted, than the player fell to the ground and was trampled to death by the dickens. James had thought the Great Dickening was going to be a single, isolated incident in his dungeon. However, it seemed his players wanted to share that Dickening with any and everyone… He was certain this was going to become a tactic commonly used by his players in dungeon wars in the future…if they got that far.

As James noted, it was effective early on. However, as they blasted their way past the irradiated remains of the Perfect Cognivore, and into BLANKs portion of the battlefield, it became evident BLANK had definitely planned against James. While BLANKs players might not have been prepared for the crazy antics by James's players, BLANK had been.

It started when Charles the Dicken stepped into a pitfall trap. These traps, as James had noted, were rather inexpensive. As such, it seemed BLANK, who James had no doubt had fully utilized all 2,000 of their BP across their field, and not wasted a lot of points on a Core Shield or Cannon, had spread such traps liberally around their side of the battlefield.

And by liberally, James meant it seemed like they had created a mass of trenches for any invading players to stumble across. What's more, there were walls set up all along their side of the field, creating choke points, funneling players, or in this case, dickens, into easily defendable portions. These portions had BLANKs players stationed alongside cannons, with towers provided for their ranged players to get a better scope of the battlefield.

Behind BLANKs defensive line, which saw dickens getting funneled into kill zones, cut down by cannons and AOE spells alike, James got a good glimpse of rows and rows of siege weapons. James watched as the Dicken Brigade continued onward, seeming oblivious, uncaring of Charles the Dicken, who was soaking up loads of damage, his health pool quickly diminishing. The dickens rushed to their death, taking cannon fire and spells from all sides, arrows raining down upon them from an organized defensive group of BLANKs players. They continued onward, pecking and clucking and cawing, leaping through the air, launching gren-eggs of their own. It was pure chaos. And, in that chaos, even though BLANK had obviously prepared for it, BLANKs players hadn't.

Even as dickens fell left and right, so too did BLANKs players. James couldn't help but grin, cheering Trogdor on as he rode across a bridge, surrounded on all sides by dickens. His body glowed as he hefted his Chainsword wide in the air, blowing his battlemaster cooldown to buff the nearest 10 allies around him. All 10 dickens surrounding him, already buffed by their own dicken buff, and Charles the dicken, grew even larger. Their stats buffed once again, they tore deep into the enemy line, wiping out BLANKs players.

Of course, that chaos still wasn't enough to overcome the players. They may not have been ready for the dicken brigade, but they were definitely used to facing extremely difficult and dangerous opponents. What's more, the ones dying were the lower leveled players. The stronger players, James noticed, stayed back, watching the chaos unfold. They used their lower leveled players as fodder, to ensure they could best take control of the battlefield.

And take control they did. Even as Trogdor and his dicken entourage turned about for another charge, a single lightning bolt crashed into the Dragonkin from above. The blast instantly turned him into an orb of light, while consecutive bolts of lightning channeled off of him, arcing onto the mobs that had surrounded him, killing them as well. James scanned the field, looking for the figure that had cast the bolt of lightning. It had come from a player that had to be at least level 30, though James figured, from the power behind the bolt, they were higher level.

Not only that, but he was fairly certain whoever had launched the attack, had burned a cooldown, in order to boost the power of the attack. After all, Trogdor had been an off-tank class, he had a good amount of hit points, as well as defensive stats. Even if his magic resistance wasn't obnoxiously high, it was still high enough that, combined with his health pool, he shouldn't have been able to be one shot so easily.

"Trogdor." A random player from James's side called out, and a party of four players, atop their dickens, rushed across the bridge towards the orb that was the dragonkin. A quick scan of the players showed that one of them was a healer, meaning it was possible those four were the dragonkin's normal party members. And, amidst the chaos, they intended to get their friend back up.

Of course, BLANK's players weren't having any of that. Spells and ranged attacks rained down upon the players. The enemy forces, at least the higher leveled ones among them, were masterfully singling out players with their abilities, while the weaker players in the defensive area worked on Charles the Dicken, and the dicken mobs. However, while it was a skilled tactic, James could tell the battle, at the very least, was likely going to end in a draw.

He came to this conclusion, as he watched as a level 37 lightning mage, who he was pretty sure had been the one to bring down Trogdor, let out a cry of surprise, which had brough James attention to him. The mage, it seemed, had been making a retreat, though he was running, instead of teleporting, as his mana was likely still recovering from his massive devastating spells. An arrow was protruding from his knee, which was likely what had brought him down.

The source of the arrow, James found was almost poetic. While dickens and players fought one another, there was another set of forces on the battlefield, that were doing quite a bit of damage. James was of course, referring to the forces of FlashFyre and Axel42. The necromancer and summoner had moved forward with the players. However, they hadn't stopped when they reached Trogdor's fallen orb. Instead, FlashFyre seemed to have moved her pets forward, towards a hill atop which the mage seemed to have been standing.

Beside her, Axel42 had canceled out his dicken mobs, and instead summoned two break-i-asarus. The massive, steampunk dinosaurs let out their metallic roars, causing some of BLANK's players to pause in surprise and concern. The purpose of the breaker's James realized, was to provide cover for Axel42, FlashFyre, and the players that had rushed to Trogdor's aid. Because of the massive size of the dinosaurs, all the ranged attacks flying towards the party was actually being intercepted by them. Axel42 had summoned his mobs simply to be meat shields. And it was working.

James watched as more arrows rained down upon the poor mage. His magical power was vast, considering his level, but he was still squishy. And, it seemed he hadn't expected to be attacked by skeletal archers. After all, with all of the dickens flooding the battlefield, it was rather hard to make out the skeletal archers amongst the pack. Furthermore, James had to guess the chaos on the battlefield had been more than a little distracting.

"Get him up, and let's go." Axel42 called out to the players who had rushed to the fallen dragonkin's orb. The healer's hands began glowing, as he started channeling a resurrection spell. It was a powerful, full revival spell, that took 30 seconds to cast. During that time, they would have to keep any and all damage off of the healer, otherwise the spellcaster would be interrupted.

A task, that was going to prove difficult, considering they were sitting right in the middle of the enemy's fortified position. Already, more dickens lay dead, than alive. And while BLANKs forces had suffered a good amount of causalities, there were still enough to man the weapons BLANK had so kindly provided them with. Furthermore, as had been the plan, many of James's players had already pulled back. This had been meant as a shock and awe, lightning fast attack. They were to cause as many casualties as possible, and then pull back, to use the essence they gained to further increase their advantage on the battlefield.

Trogdor's heroics, followed by those of his friends, and brother it seemed, had put them in unnecessary danger. To put it in gamer terms, Trogdor had gone full stupid, and Axel42 and the others had been dragged into harm's way, because of it. James figured that had to be another reason why Axel42 and FlashFyre didn't want to dungeon dive with the Barbarian. Though, to be fair, players that chose barbarians often were a bit more on the reckless, impulsive side. James couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Rue as that thought crossed his mind. After all, the pixie had chosen not only barbarian, but barbarian berserker as her avatar class.

"I don't think so, white knight." A voice said from the battlefield, and James winced in anticipation, even as his eyes shot towards Axel42. Even as the voice spoke, James saw the glowing of two red eyes moving rapidly towards the summoner. A candy cane sword drove deep into Axel42's mount, killing the dicken instantly. A second one drove into Axel42's chest, punching completely through.

The form of SoulDemon shimmered for a moment before Axel42, as the Phantom Blade's cold voice growled. "Revenge is sweet."

James hates his real life. He spends his days being bullied in school, and at home he simply reads and plays games. The only thing he has to look forward to is immersion. When he is immersed in the virtual world he can be whatever, whoever, he wants: He can escape the world that has thrown him away.

As such, when a new game, Dungeon Core Online, comes out, James is excited to play. He immerses himself as soon as he can, but when he is set to create his character he is instead offered a different choice. Now, James is the Dungeon Core and he suddenly finds himself wielding more power, with more options, than he's ever had before. The only downside... there are people in the real world who do anything, even kill, to gain the power of a Dungeon Core in the virtual world.

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