Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
PDF : Lumia
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My daydreaming gets cut short when the notification sound of a bell chime goes off on both my laptop and my phone. 

It's a new e-mail. It most likely contains the file I've requested from Jett earlier that has all the information on the male celebrity he's going to be in charge of from now on.

This reminds me; since Honey told me to focus on Jett for a week, I'll have to make sure I teach him the most important things first, ones that are of utmost priority. He will still need to adjust to so many things that I don't want to overwhelm him. I should keep the training sessions at a good pace. 

So the key for the first day is an overview of my system when I manage a celebrity for the first time. I'll be teaching him the things he'll need to establish a solid partnership with each person he's handling.

I sit on my computer chair and open my laptop wider. After typing on the keyboard, one final click of the mouse opens a PDF file that's now shown on the screen.

"Let's see..." I mumble to myself as I quickly go over his photos, resume, and basic info.

Huh. That's interesting. 

"Ren Hille. 20 years old. Blah, blah, blah..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Oh... he belongs to an idol group called '7Crowns'."

My eyes squint a little as I start to read faster and faster, "True to the group's name, means they have seven members in total. They only just debuted about six months ago, and because of their immense, almost mind-boggling popularity, they have already gained this much traction." 

I get up from my chair after taking note of all the other details.

I use my thumb and index fingers to rub along my lower jaw while I think. Doing all these aides my thinking process, so I continue to talk to myself as I pace around the room at the same time. 

"So I guess they're trying to breach into different departments now to take full advantage by using their popularity to ride out the wave. Of course, this includes movies, variety shows, advertising, interviews, tv-series, choreography, composing, lyrics, and even scriptwriting, to name a few." 

I reach the other end of my room, and I spin around to walk the opposite way. "This will depend on the idol and what their other talents are outside of what they usually do as a '7Crowns' member. Ren is the 2nd lead in the group and generally does well on a lot of things, but he excels the most in acting."

"From what I've read so far, he's honestly a great choice for Jett's first celeb. He'll prove to be a great enough challenge for a first-time manager. Honestly, he's so dang lucky to be guiding someone with already this much potential. Lucky bastard." My lips morph into a smirk. I shake my head and bury half of the face into one of my palms at an angle.

Of course, it's not like I want to see him fail or to have an awful time, but he won't have to go through what most managers with absolutely no backing do. While it may be a setback, you do learn some crucial things out of being patient and resourceful.

You also get to exercise and wrack your brain for ideas you'd never have been able to think of otherwise if there wasn't any urgency.

In any case, there are still a lot of positives. One of them is that he can shift his attention from the person he's handling and focus on learning the process with less stress. 

Luck, after all, is a significant part of everything in this world. Regardless of whatever type of career, power, or social standing, one has no one should ever look down on luck or use it to devalue someone else. 

Thankfully, he has nothing to worry about Ren at this point. Otherwise, it would have been too much of a distraction for someone just starting.

He can take his time and dedicate himself more to organizing, networking, polishing, promoting, and showcasing Ren as a package - an end product. I'll have to focus on that when I start tomorrow then.

With the rest of the evening, I end up preparing all the materials for our first day tomorrow. Some will be in digital form, and others will have to be printed out at the office tomorrow.

* * * * *

I arrive at the Intoxis Entertainment headquarters 30 minutes ahead of schedule. 

I use the time I have to print out the handouts I prepared last night. 

As a manager with seniority, I have my own private office. 

Since newbie managers don't have their own offices, I left a sticky note at Jett's cubicle, letting him know to come to my office as it'd be much easier to talk here.

Time went by quickly, and before I knew it, someone knocks on the door.

After I answer loudly, telling them to come in, the door slowly swings open, and a certain person's head pokes through the opening. Jett enters with some folders and a laptop nestling in his arm.

Therysia Raley is undergoing many life-altering changes within the span of a year. First, she got divorced, and now, she is moving across countries? On top of that, there are several men who seem to be interested in her upon her return.

A new life, a new job, and maybe...? 

Will this exceptionally headstrong woman be able to find true love?

The archery club building was a small grey building located on the northeast side of the dorm. The building has a window and an emblem with a bow and arrow symbol in the middle of it. On the back of the building, there was three circle target with a lot of arrow in it.

"Excuse me," I said as I knocked on the door.

No answer

"May I come in?" I knocked on the door again.

No answer

I opened the door slowly, and suddenly I got surprised by their welcoming party. Five-member of that archery club were aiming their bow and crossbow to my head. This was not a good situation since I got no other option other than surrender.

"Hands in the air!" they told me as five people aimed their bow at my head. 

"Easy there, I just want to join your club," I said as I slowly raised my hands.

"Do you have any special intention?" One of the girls there asked me.

"For now, not yet," I said as I slowly lower my hands.

They lowered their bow then showed his right hand, "Welcome to the club then, what is your name?" One of the boys asked.

"My name is Wilson Galliard, a D.C member," I said politely.

Suddenly they started to raise their bow again. The same person that tried to shake my hand lowered his hand again. I got surprised since there wasn't anything wrong with the way I was talking.

"We don't accept council members here, especially the D.C. Go away," He said.

"Fine, I said as I leave their clubroom," I said as I left the door slowly. 

I got out of that building. Well, I guessed that's all I can do without any force. This time I would use the skull unit. I need that spell terrible. Well, I think there is a time where you need to abuse your authority, and that time is now.

I went to my dorm room and saw Garth was napping on the bed. I woke him up and asked for his favor. He was so angry until I explained the situation which turned his face brighter.

We were talking until the evening. We skipped dinner because I could eat the leftover from the dining room. I explained my whole plan to him.

"So, you want me to help you reinforce a rule?" He asked while winking at me, who was opening the wardrobe AKA weapon storage.

"Yes, Could you contact Cecile and Maria? This is a job for the skulls," I asked him while grabbing two juggernaut suit. I took off my clothes and wore my skull balaclava and the underclothes, which was the camo uniform. I wore the black gloves on my hand.

"Sure," he said as he grabbed the AN/PRC 152 from the drawer, which was located under his bed. He turned it into specific frequency then press a button to talk

Garth: "Golf to Charlie or Mike, please copy."

Cecile: "This is Charlie. What do you need golf."

Garth: "Whiskey wants us to meet on the front of C building. He wants us to be in our HCL (Heavy Combat Loadout)."

Cecile: "Copy, Charlie, and Mike will meet you there."

Garth: "This is Golf, over and out."

"Are you done yet?" I asked as I had already worn a juggernaut suit, which was colored with digital grey and white. 

"Yes, they will be at the R.V soon," Garth said as he stood up from the bed.

"Are you going to wear a suit?" I asked him as I loaded a belt to the PKP.

"Sure," Garth said as he unbuttoned his clothes.

I loaded the PKP with a 200 round belt magazine and carrying another three belts on my magazine pocket. I carried a Glock 18 on my holster located on my thigh and four blocks of C4 on my chest rig.

The juggernaut itself was made from material two hundred times stronger than Carbyne. It could withstand a hundred direct hit from APFSDS. A mere arrow won't do any damage to our suit.

I wore the full-face ballistic helmet, which was four times stronger than the suit itself with a ballistic glass in the eye section only, which was two times stronger than the suit.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Garth, who had worn the suit, said as he charged his MG5.

"Sure, let's go," I said as I opened the dorm room.

Luckily, there was no one there. If there were someone there, I would grab a grenade launcher then load it with smoke grenades. Well, that rarely happens because frequently we are doing our actions during nighttime. The students were either eating outside, having a date in the park, or sleeping.

"Well, let's go," Garth said as he held his MG5 in front of his shoulder.

"Yeah," I said as I held the PKP with my hands.

We went down the stairs and got out of the boy's dorm room. Luckily, the students were either in their place or were walking around the park.

We walked between the dark side of the building while trying to hide from the other. The digital camo surprisingly worked well in the dark and grey environment.

"I wonder what their eyes are made of. They are blind as a bat," He said, referring to the other students.

"If a war breaks out, they won't stand a chance," I said as I move slowly between the shadows.

"If a war breaks out, what will that army of yours do?" He asked.

"I won't participate, especially if the war is between the demon and human. I will only participate if one of the sides is losing," I spurred my opinion to him.

"What will you do?" He asked me as he crawled between the concrete.

"I will take over the demon empire if the human is winning," I said to him.

"Why?" He asked me.

"For humans, winning the war is like a holy war. For me, it's merely a political gain," I said.

"Wow," He said as we arrived at the council's building.

There were two juggernaut standing holding their MG. It's hard to differentiate which one was Maria and which one was Cecile since our suits were almost identical, but I could tell the difference once I looked at the helmet. Garth and Cecile's helmet has an extra part for their ear.

"Well, what is the target for today?" Cecile asked while inspecting the barrel of her M249.

"We are going to send a message to the archery club because they are disobeying the rules, but the real reason is that I want that spell," I said.

"Which rules?" Maria asked as she loaded a drum magazine into her U100 LMG.

"The rules which sound "Everyone can enter any club despite their race, background, etc."," I said.

"Ok, what we will do to their HQ?" I asked.

"We will send a message by breaking some of their tools. Nothing special," I said.

"No killing, right?" Maria said to me.

"Yes, for now," I said as I walked to the archery club room.

"You know what to do, right?" I asked Cecile.

"The loud approach or the silent approach," She said as she held a C4 charge on her left hand and a lockpick set on her right hand.

"The silent, please," I said as Garth checked on the door.

"It's unlocked," He said as he opened the door.

"Nice, everyone, line up behind me," I said as I stood up in front of the door.

"Breaching in," I said as I aimed at the door while opening it slowly.

I opened the door. Then I saw a dark room filled with many archery equipments. I was thinking about which one should I destroy.

"Which one we should take?" I asked them.

"I don't know. How about a bow?" Garth asked me.

"Good idea, anyone has a better idea?" I asked them all.

"How about their trophy? besides, we can tell the others their guilt," Maria said as she touched one of the trophies with the gun barrel.

Suddenly, the light turned on. Revealing about twenty-person aiming their bow at us. The bow had a various glow, but if my calculations were correct, the bow was enchanted with magic.

"I knew the D.C is going to send the skulls, so I prepare," said the same boy who wanted to shook his hand to me.

"Injuring a member of D.C is serious offensive, you know?" Cecile said coldly.

"If there are no eyewitnesses, there will be no punishment," as he gave commando to his friend to aim the arrow.

"Mike, Charlie, Golf. Are you thinking what I am thinking?" I asked them.

"I'm thinking what you're thinking," Garth said to me.

"Aim your arrow just like I taught you," He said.

We lowered our visor and switched the safety button to full-auto. The bow glowed brighter, and the spell had already formed in front of the arrow.

"Ladies and gentlemen...." I said to them in front of the archer who aimed their bow.

"SAFETY OFF!!!!"

Wilson is a servant for the duke's daughter. Little to none known about him. Although something is puzzling about him, perhaps it's his reputation, or maybe it's merely his decency. However, nonetheless, people tend to pretend to be his best friend while wanting to know his secret.

Sorry for my bad English since I'm not a native speaker. [Hiatus For Now]

Recently, the business of Feng Zhi Dan Heng Ammunition Store had been taking a dive. Two tall, slender, attractive cowgirl sales assistant NPCs were lounging in boredom by the payment counter, their expressions blank.
"Welcome! Oh, boss. It's you."
Their faces lit up when they saw what appeared to be a customer walk into their shop. However, after realizing that it was their boss Feng Luo, their faces turned despondent again.
"Woah, what's with the long faces? Am I not welcome?" teased Feng Luo.
Both of the NPCs had pretty good AI, so as long as you asked them questions that were within their scope of understanding, they would react just like any other human.
"No, boss… It's just that our business has been really bad these few days," said the slightly taller sales assistant.
"Yeah! Boss, it's all because of the trouble that the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group has made," Jing Xiang complained disgruntledly as she clenched her fist and shook it twice in indignance.
"I see… Regarding this issue, I will take care of it!" promised Feng Luo.
However, right after saying that, he frowned. To be honest, it sounded like he was just comforting them. Everyone knew that the chances of winning were close to nil when it came to a battle between a singular person versus a force of tens of thousands. Despite that, it still could be possible if an opportunity like what had occurred on Silver Leaf Island were to happen again. However, chances like that were few and far between.
Nevertheless, seeing that Roaring Dragon Lightwind had already pulled off a couple of these nasty tricks, it was impossible that Feng Luo was not slightly p*ssed off by it.
Feng Luo decided to try to change the topic after seeing that both of his sales assistants were unmotivated. "I shall settle the conflict between us and the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group once and for all after I'm done with this mission. By the way, where's Old John? Is he out again?"
There was no sign of the aged Caucasian Gun Mechanic who had once followed him, looking filthy and homeless, into the shop and had refused to leave ever since. Having said that, Feng Luo was accustomed to his quirks and occasional disappearances. Even as the boss, Feng Luo had only seen John for about one-tenth of all the time that he had spent in the shop.
"Yup, he's drinking at the bar again!" said Jing Xiang. 
"Also, Master John wanted to collect 50,000 credits from us for completing some kind of task for you," Lan chipped in. "I rejected him and only gave him 1,000."
"50,000?" Feng Luo was taken aback.
50,000 credits?
50,000 credits was no small amount. It was enough to purchase some mediocre-quality but rare equipment.
"What the hell did he complete for me?"
Feng Luo trusted Old John's character. He was fairly reliable as long as he was not in an inebriated state.
"Master John said that he left the item in the workshop," Lan answered. "By the way, a parcel arrived just now, and I've sent it to the workshop too."
"Parcel? Cool, all right!"
That reminded Feng Luo of something.
Has it already arrived?
******
Feng Luo entered the workshop, which was a lot more spacious compared to the shop in front. All the metallic, sci-fi looking machines were neatly arranged according to a specific sequence. The machinery in this room, used to produce firearms and ammunition, were worth more than 5,000,000 credits. These were the greatest assets that Feng Luo currently possessed.
In War, life professions required certain machinery and tools. If you didn't have enough money to purchase your own working space, the alternative would be to visit the Life Profession Center and spend some credits to rent a workshop.
Fortunately, the rental wasn't too expensive. In fact, most of the main structure of any piece of equipment component in War was made from intelligent machinery, 3D-printed at the molecular level. Hence, the process of making a gun with a complex structure was much easier and faster compared to back in old times.
As Feng Luo approached an operating machine, he realized that the indicator on the machine showed that it was completed. The virtual 3D hologram projected out of it displayed a gun magazine: Eye of the Thunder Gun Magazine.
Feng Luo remembered he had left a semi-finished gun magazine stored in a container of preservative solution this morning when he had left the workshop. It was now gone.
"Old John completed this?" Feng Luo was doubtful.
Looking at the data displayed, Feng Luo saw that the gun magazine was free of all residual energy and had completed the final procedure. Feng Luo entered his fingerprint and passcode to unlock the machine. The lid of the square machine started to levitate upward.
A palm-sized silverish-gray gun magazine entered Feng Luo's field of vision. The surface of the new product was spotless, occasionally reflecting what appeared to be beams of lightning. The unique texture of the metal would definitely attract everyone's attention. This gun magazine was a flawless piece of art!
Eye of the Thunder Gun Magazine
Bullet reload speed +40%, 1.5% chance of firing electrified bullets.
Creator(s): Feng Zhi Luoye, John
Overall Rating: Perfect
"No way… Is Old John actually a Master Gun Mechanic?"
Feng Luo was shocked to see the word "Perfect" sitting innocuously at the bottom of the data page.
A Perfect-grade Rare piece of equipment was something truly extraordinary!
Previously, it had been understood that the system would not automatically generate equipment based on the manufacturing blueprint a player received. All equipment in War had to be built step by step by the player according to the procedure on the blueprints either by hand or with the help of machinery. To make things harder, this process did not have a guaranteed 100% success rate. In fact, most life profession players would fail on their first few attempts at crafting when they obtained a new manufacturing blueprint. This was because the procedure may have seemed simple, but the handling of the materials could be tricky.
For a piece of Rare equipment, the materials required ranged from at least ten to several dozen. Furthermore, certain materials must go through a complex refining procedure before they can be used. A minor discrepancy in the parameter of the procedure would result in a failed product and, hence, a waste of the manufacturing blueprints.
Take, for example, the time when Feng Luo manufactured the Eye of the Thunder Gun Barrel. He had failed the first three times due to some seemingly minor and harmless mistakes. He had succeeded on the fourth attempt but had failed again on the fifth time due to another minor error.
He had wasted ten opportunities to make the gun barrel and had only succeeded in making four of them. Nevertheless, their overall rating was just "Standard," which was the lowest possible overall ranking.
As for the gun magazine, he had failed in all of the three attempts he had made.
In War, every successfully crafted item would be appraised and then categorized by the system as Standard, Excellent, or Perfect. It wasn't a meaningless rating; in fact, a Perfect-grade piece of equipment would typically have much better attributes than Standard ones.
For example, a Standard Eye of the Thunder Gun Magazine would give plus 30 percent on bullet reload speed and a 1 percent chance of firing electrified bullets. A Perfect one would gain the benefits of bullet reload speed plus 40 percent and a 1.5 percent chance of firing electrified bullets. The difference between the two went without saying!
Furthermore, if a player succeeded in producing a piece of equipment with a Perfect rating, he or she could keep the manufacturing blueprint and use it indefinitely. This meant that they would be making some big bucks from selling the finished products.
Feng Luo himself had permanent rights to use the manufacturing blueprints of three items: the M110, the deflagration armor-piercing bullets, and the double armor-piercing round. The excellent-grade firearm and the two types of Grade-C special ammunition had contributed at least 3,000,000 credits to Feng Luo.
However, Feng Luo realized that he wasn't granted the permanent rights to use the manufacturing blueprint of Eye of the Thunder Gun Magazine after checking the system log. He reckoned it was because he wasn't the sole contributor to this gun magazine. But he had also found a digital diagram in the supercomputer on his workbench. It had clearly outlined the reason of his failures on his past three attempts at crafting the Eye of the Thunder Gun Magazine and contained some additional remarks regarding the precautions to be taken while crafting the other components of the Eye of the Thunder series.
In fact, this diagram was worth millions!


As an international mercenary, Feng Luo entered a technologically advanced parallel world during a mission.

After living several years in the new world, an online sci-fi game called War became popular across the entire Star Federation.

Desert Eagles, Barrett, AK-47, Apache, RPG... One after another, familiar gears awakened his memories of the past!

Terminator, Zerg, Resident Evil, the Force,... The missions that appeared after a system update made him even more suspicious and shocked! As such, Feng Luo entered War and became a sniper.

Getting swirled in the vortex of stupidity, Seri starts following Zeal with her car. The dusk starts ebbing its gradual way into the night.
Seri's POV
Possibilities of happenings come flooding in, as if my body chemistry just sent them a blanket invitation. I feel the panic grow and coil my insides. My legs start shaking as I slowly press the accelerator. I feel like everything hinges on what I do. My brain constantly searches for his signs, like my car's GPRS which seeks for signal as I start moving towards the mountain passes. But like the GPRS he's out of range, faraway from reach. Water droplets wet my scarf. Tears roll down my cheeks. I am worried for him. I fear his inexistence. In the mid of all of it I see a trailer coming in my direction. I was so engrossed in thinking that I didn't notice what I was doing. I feel my pulse pounding in my temples as I press the breaks hard. I shut my eyes. I hear the loud sounds of the electrocardiographic monitor. It beeps fast. Its sound resonates in my heart's core. I feel dizzy.  My brain starts moving in the state of unconsciousness. Suddenly, the ECG stops beeping. I feel everything fade away. The sandglass which once stood on the car's deck breaks into innumerable pieces filling the air with sand. The glass flakes glint as the moon shines. I don't know why it hurts. Maybe because in the end it all matters. I feel cold. I hear the faint sound of the ambulance. It all turns black.


INCHEON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, South Korea
 Reo picks a magazine 'Is Hanzo Ken going to die?' was printed on its cover. Reo first stares at the cover and then laughs. He flips the pages and finds two envelopes in it. He picks it up and sees that it addresses him. He rips it from the top and sees a letter enclosed in it. He was about to open the letter but just then his gaze falls on a girl. A rather odd one. 
Her face was hidden and unlike the crowd she was not at all in interested in what was happening in this world. Her hat falls. He was taken aback. Not by the beauty but by her resemblance. She resembled the one which he saw while hacking. She was with that boy who was prominent in his sister's computer's search history. Suddenly his thoughts break as rain droplets hit the window ledge and he realizes he has more important things to do.


Outer Seoul
An expensive car racing at high speed suddenly stops outside a medicine shop. A young teenager wearing a black mask steps out of the car. His hair was messy and his hands were red. He had a small wound on the corner of his forehead. He was wearing a loose blue hoodie with black ankle length jeans. He walks inside the shop.
"A cortisone shot please" the boy asks. "Can I see your prescription?" the pharmacist asks. He looks at Zeal with suspicious eyes. "Will PDF of the prescription work?" . The pharmacist hesitates at first but then says yes. Zeal shows him his prescription. He pays for it and walks to his car. He sits on his seat and then gulps down some water from the water bottle kept in the car. He then stuffs a piece of cloth in his mouth and injects the shot in his body. Warmth starts spreading through his body. His pain freezes. He takes the cloth out and breathes heavily. He waits for ten minutes and then grabs his phone. There were 23 calls from a contact 'End of my peaceful day'. He stares at the screen for a minute but then puts his phone back on the side seat. He looks at the flickering street light through his car's window. He then stares at his hands and puts the empty syringes back in their bags. He starts driving. 
After a forty minute drive his car stops in front of a school. He steps out and moves towards the Girls dormitory. As it was almost ten there were hardly any students out. His face was pale and his eyes were so worn out that the rest were not being able to identify him. He moves into the building and enters in the lift. He steps out on the third floor and moves towards right. He knocks on the door of the second room. A girl comes out. "Is Seri Choe here?" "She moved out three days ago." "Sorry for disturbing you." He says and moves towards the lift. He exits the building and enters back in his car.


Park Hyatt Hotel, Seoul
Zoe steps out of the car. Korea is indeed different. She felt like a complete stranger here. She enters the beautiful building and approaches the lady on the reception desk. "Ms.  Zoe Jung right?" "Yes" "Welcome to South Korea. I hope your flight was comfortable." "Yes" "Ma'am, he will be escorting you to your room. Your luggage has been shifted from your car to your room already." The lady says pointing towards a subordinate. "We hope you have a pleasant stay." "Thanks" she says and starts following the subordinate. As she presses the elevator button she notices someone looking at her. She looks back but then their eye contact gets broken. What a strange person, she thinks.

Everyone is in the same game; just different levels,  dealing from the same hell; just different devils. 

Reo is An ordinary but extraordinary high schooler, the upcoming CEO of the world’s biggest company, with life looking all glitter..but what about the real side?
A tech. A linguist. An idol. An unordinary girl. All together. Rain.
 
Every person you know, has a person you don’t know.
Every person you meet, is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Note: All the characters and place in the story are purely a string of imagination. The matching of names in real life would be coincidental. Several references have been taken from the internet. All rights have been reserved.

"...terkait dengan munculnya portal baru ini pemerintah telah mengupayakan protokol pengamanan yang telah dijalankan sejak satu hari yang lalu ketika portal ini muncul. Pemerintah juga tengah mengupayakan..."

Usai memutar rambutnya keatas bak sebuah sanggul, Levi lalu mengambil jepit yang ditahannya di sela bibirnya dengan satu tangan sementara yang satunya sibuk menahan rambut sanggulnya.

"Oh, baguslah kalo gitu," ucapnya dengan nada seolah kehilangan minat sambil menepuk pelan sanggulnya.

Perhatiannya yang sedari tadi tersita pada siaran berita yang ditontonnya tiba-tiba teralih ke suara bertanya dari headset yang dipakainya di satu telinga, bersama kedua bola matanya yang melirik ke samping seolah sedang memikirkan sesuatu.

"Maksudnya..?"

Kata itu lantas keluar dari mulutnya setelah sesaat memikirkan soal itu, dan menyerah tak paham.

"Gak papa, cuma kayanya lu kayak gak minat pas gue nyebut nama Revan."

"Hehe.. Lu suka bener aja kalo ngomong"

"Eh, beneran lu?"

"Kayanya."

"Gue harap dia denger ini. Eh, sorry, kayanya gue mesti pergi dulu."

"Ke portal?"

"Bukan. Ngapain? Udah malem. Gue juga takut sendiri. Udah ya, bye."

"Eh, bentar soal dia—"

Tet—


***


"Yang ini daya 150 kilo watt," jelas perempuan pemilik toko seraya menaruh kotak kardus kecil yang tadi diambilnya dari belakang.

"Boleh dilihat?"

"Silakan."

Senyum kecil yang terkesan puas mengembang di pipi Rein begitu kedua matanya memastikan isi kotak itu.

"Mau buat alat berdaya tinggi ya?"

"Lu explorer kan?" Lanjut si penjaga toko perlengkapan explorer langganannya menyela Rein yang baru akan membuka mulutnya. Rein sedikit terkejut dengan pertanyaan tiba-tiba itu, namun dia segera mengusai diri dan bertanya balik dengan tenang.

"Kok lu tau?"

"Pernah liat lu sekali soalnya."

"Biar gue tebak, di portal 22-C kan?"

"Kok tau? Kita pernah ketemu ya?"

"Ga juga." Rein menggelengkan kepalanya. "Soalnya dari kemaren-kemaren gua ke portal itu mulu, jadi kalo lo bilang liat gue mungkin aja pas lagi di situ," tambahnya menjelaskan.

"Dan lu liat gue di situ juga?"

"Kayanya gak sih." Rein menggelengkan kepalanya setelah mencoba mengingat.

"Yah.." Penjaga toko yang nampak masih dua puluhan itu menghela napas seolah kecewa.

"Eh," sela pemilik toko saat Rein baru akan menanyakan sesuatu. "Habis ini ada waktu bentar gak?" Lanjutnya sambil menatap wajah Rein yang menunjuk tanda tanya. 


***


Rein melepas jaketnya dan melemparnya ke gantung di sudut ruangan, sebelum kembali duduk di meja kerjanya. Tak lupa dia juga membawa kotak yang didapatnya dari toko dan menaruhnya di atas meja. Dia kemudian membuka kotak itu dan mengeluarkan satu chip kecil yang ada di dalamnya, dan merangkainya ke dalam magazine kecil yang sedari tadi tergeletak di atas mejanya.

Usai menyelesaikan rangkaiannya Rein kemudian menarik laci mejanya dan mengeluarkan sebuah pistol dari dalam sana. Dia lalu mengisikan magazine yang dirakitnya ke dalam pistol yang nampak tipis dengan desain modern besutan dia sendiri itu.

Rein lalu beranjak dari bangkunya dan menarik salah satu bangku yang ada di dekatnya dan menyeretnya ke tengah ruangan, lalu mengambil satu box dari sudut ruangan sana dan menaruhnya di atasnya. Kemudian dia menjauhkan dirinya dua-tiga meter dari bangku itu.

Setelah memastikan bar digital di pistol yang dipegangnya dengan kedua tangan terisi penuh, dia kemudian membidik kotak box yang tadi diletakannya di atas bangku.

Dustt!

Bunyi pelan semacam itu terdengar dari ujung pistolnya begitu dia menarik pelatuk dengan tulunjuknya. Bersamaan dengan itu, terasa sedikit gaya reaksi mendorong balik pada kedua genggamannya.

Hampir tak ada jeda dengan itu, kotak box yang diletakannya di atas kursi terhempas keras ke belakang dan jatuh membentur lantai, bersama suara benturan yang menggema ke seluruh sudut ruangan.

"Tinggal tes lapangan, dan boom! We'll kill them." Rein berbicara sendiri dengan senyum kecil mengembang di pipinya, sementara kedua matanya seolah menatap sesuatu yang jauh.


***

(Sekitar sejam yang lalu)


"Ok, ga masalah."

Rein kemudian menukar i-card miliknya dengan pemilik toko.


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...
Neira Ovlina Cardina
Explorer
B* - Class
...
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"Ughh."

"Kenapa?"

"Gak." Rein menjawab acuh. "Cuma penasaran aja, apa yang dibutuhin explorer B class dari D class kaya gue?"

"Bukan berarti gue butuh juga sih," jeda pemilik kartu itu seolah sedang memikirkan kata yang tepat.

"Terus apa? Kalo ga gua mau balik nih, ada yang mau gue urus juga soalnya." Rein mengatakan itu sambil mengembalikan kartu yang dipegangnya.

"Bentar, bentar, ok. Ehem. Jadi gue mau lu bantu gue."

"Bantu?" Rein menyela dengan heran. "Gue ga yakin bisa bantu," lanjutnya sambil mengangkat kosong kedua tangannya.

"Tenang, gue ga nyuruh lu berburu monster atau apa kok."

"Hmm?" Rein nampak semakin terheran dari dengusannya. "Terus apa?" Lanjut Rein bertanya.

"Jadi.."

***

Sekarang, setengah abad semenjak para monster itu menginjakan kaki mereka ke bumi, setengah abad semenjak 'monster yang menakutkan' bukan lagi sebuah fiksi. Mereka nyata. Kenyataan tak masuk akal yang dengan paksa terukir menjadi sesuatu logis baru. Sebuah pengantar tidur kini telah menjadi paranoid umat manusia. Setengah abad berlalu, dan kata-kata itu secara berlahan terukir sebagai satu dari sekian kata yang paling menakutkan. Genosida? Huh, itu sudah tak aneh bagi mereka. Monster.

My brother in shorts accompanied by the unlikely duo and myself have left the big rock since more than 2 hours.

On this dirt road with no bends, the questions that come to my mind are many, but the one that burns my lips has remained the same for more than 50 minutes.

"I was wondering. This must be Master Kaio's planet here, right? However, if my theory is correct, where is the stupid monkey?"

My brother in shorts, open his mouth, then he closes it again. He walks up to the beautiful brunette woman, then whispers a few words to her.

"Miss Tessa, I'm very concerned about the Princess' mental health?"

The beautiful woman shakes her head. She looks at me for a few moments with pity in her eyes, before she replies to my brother in shorts who, like me, can't seem to stand the smell of the troll.

"I don't know, she says a lot of things that don't make any sense. Based on my knowledge of magic, I fear she may have undergone a lobotomy in that other world."

Dickheads, for your information, I'm less than 5ft away from you. As I contemplate the possibility to have undergone a lobotomy, my courage is waning.

Suddenly, my depression evaporates and I gaze at my adorable face in the little mirror Tessa lent me.

"Bernica, miserable little fairy, you neglected to mention how long it would take for me to reach the royal castle where my dearest mother awaits me. "

Um, it seems that my recurring personality change is somewhat disturbing to these three plebeians.

"Your highness, there is a misunderstanding. The queen would really have liked to see you again, however, unfortunately, it would have exhausted her to take care of a teenage girl. Oh, rest assured. She has granted you a small fiefdom that will fill you with joy."

What a disgrace, this woman discards her own daughter as soon as her returns to her own contry. It's not so dramatic. In fact, maybe owning my own land will even be a lot of fun.

"Bernica, may I know the reason why my esteemed self was exiled to another world? Was I the victim of a horrible conspiracy fomented by naughty people, by scoundrels jealous of my beauty?"

A flash of lightning bolts goes through my brain. My brother in shorts seems to be talking to me, but I have other concerns.

I quickly get down my shorts that my other personality has pulled up to my buttocks. I pull up my pink tee-shirt that exposed half of my huge breasts and to avoid letting this unpleasant girl take control of my brain, I immerse myself in the cheat codes of Tomb Raider.

The smelly troll, whose heavy footsteps raise dust as he moves forward, is suspiciously watching me. The giant scratches his head, then unable to keep quiet any longer, he risks an oral 1VS1.

"Princess, do you have cramps, if not, why are your fingers wiggling in the air?"

Damn, I'm doing air-keyboard. The lack of a laptop is already manifesting itself. The sweat that's been running down my forehead for some time and the slight spasms I've been feeling all over my body was the reason.

It's not the first time I've had this kind of seizure. As early as Middle School, I used to escape from my classroom and rush into the computer room.

Those school years weren't easy. At the age when other boys usually spend their time discovering girls, at drool over Youporn with a leaf paper towel in hand and playing with their colossus, I took pleasure in caressing the monitor of my over-boosted computer.

High School was simpler. The school administration being aware of my geek-gamer-addict pathology, I was allowed to carry in my bag a laptot on which I could tap in case of crisis.

"Brother in shorts, we need to take a break so that I can get my medication."

My shorts brother's face turned white. His concern for me is anything but fake.

"Of course, Your Highness, it will be done as you wish."

Those words are barely spoken, that I throw myself to the side and pull my smartphone out of my pocket. Fingerprint recognition, facial recognition, iris recognition, code: 2645, sms, more faster, tap.

Although the digital screen doesn't allow me to relieve myself as quickly as the audible keys that sink under my fingers, little by little, I feel my crisis slipping away.

It's getting better. Yeah, it's getting better, but after frantically tapping for more than 4 hours, I'm completely exhausted.

My breathing is jerky, my heart beats too fast, so to calm myself down, I lie down in the tall grass that tickles my ears. It's really unpleasant, but let's take advantage of this moment to take stock of the few pieces of information already downloaded in my brain.

I was born under the name of Pernisia exactly 18 years ago in the realm of forward-looking fairies, also called the Madokas.

With the Kingdom of Humans in the center, the enormous Kingdom of Ocelia which regroups many races in the North, the small Kingdom of puffy dwarves in the North-West, the Kingdom of Demons in the East and the Kingdom of Beastmen in the West, this Kingdom located in the South, would be one of the 5 Kingdoms which would constitute the northern territories of a continent named, Fraya.

According to my brother in shorts, it's a world of retards. At least, that is the conclusion I came to after listening to him talk to me about this continent.

Some of the beings who live in these lands are able to use magic, others are extremely powerful, (like a Toriko on steroids), but the engineers of these countries would be donkeys unable to design a good video game.

Seeing my disappointed look, my brother in shorts wanted to reassure me by praising the progress of technology. He told me about the books that could now be accessible to the greatest number of people.

Of course, I asked him about the available formats. PDF, ePUB, eBOOK, AZW, TXT...

I was very excited by his statement but when I was already contemplating the rapid progress of the engineers of this world, this false brother shattered all my hopes by proudly presenting me with something ugly made of goatskin.

"Go die, winged thing from the middle ages."

Lying in the tall grass, when I think back on my collection of Gundam that proudly trrones above my bedroom door, a tear runs down my cheek.

Yes, my body is certainly in this world where a multitude of exotic beings cohabit more or less in harmony, but my heart is always nearby my life-size Rem figurine.

"Brother in shorts, as a Princess, I demand a tomboy maid with big tits."

He's a failed school psychologist, she's a particularly strange student. 
He's moping about his past, she's living in a fantasy world. 
He's consumed with regret, the joy of life emanates from her.

When after a consultation he opens the door of his grey-walled office, she plunges him into her fantastic world.

Caroline decided that since Jaene would always be near her, she might as well support him as a sniper. 

'Hey system, lemme buy a sniper of you. Show me what you got.' *Shop - We have multiple high caliber weapons ranging from the normal high caliber to anti material weapons. What would you like?* 'Give me one of those anti material rifles with a digital thermal and night sight with uhhh… 10-25x zoom' *That would be 600 points! Order placed! Ammunition is 5 bullets for 3 points!* 'Damm! That's cheap considering the firepower you get. Alright buy me 150 bullets! *You now have 600 points left! Thanks for purchasing from FTS!*

With a sudden bright flash, a gun really big appeared with a magazine already inside. 'I guess it works the same way hun, the ammo being directly fed from my thing. Cool though.' 

Plugging their ears with ear plugs for ear protection, Caroline told Jaene, "You know the weapons I've been using are special right? So today I'm going to teach you how to use one too! This one is quite a bit bigger ok?"

Grabbing hold of the weapon, Jaene with immense interest rubbed the weapon all around, like it was her own child. Grabbing a hold of its thick shaft, she then curled her small fingers around the grip, holding it tightly. (Wait! What am I doing… this is an innocent no suggestive chapter…) 

Over the course of a few hours Caroline had taught Jaene the basics of being a sniper and gave her time to practice by herself. Taking a nap since she was quite tired, she told Jaene to keep practicing and when she woke up she would test her.

Waking up, Caroline inspected Jaene's marksmanship (or should I say markswomanship?; *cough *cough not funny sorry…) and found that she was quite a natural at this.. Ooo scary.

Alright Jaene! I will teach you next about communication! (Caroline got a radio set from the system for free when she bought the sniper)

And for the reward if you do everything well today, you can, well, do anything to me, or I'll do anything for you.

And with that, Jaene's determination soared.

The best of the best, known for their ruthlessness in combat, a smart special forces soldier died saving those of his team. In a fit of luck, he is in a new world, set in the age of kings. There, alone in the wild running away from something or someone, a fallen princess as beautiful as a goddess and outmatched by none is being chased. However, she is tired and had even fainted and died due to exhaustion. Whatever is chasing her will soon reach her and discover her. It is then he transmigrates into the body and becomes the fallen princess. Nonetheless, any way you look at it, soon he will be kicked off into another world and body right? Now with the new knowledge and being given another chance at life he uses his knowledge from his previous life to escape from this situation and live a new life. “Let’s give this world a taste of its own medicine… death of course what else would it be?” *Note #1* First time writing. Please not too harsh. Would appreciate positive criticism. (Also sorry for the low word counts) *Note #2* Picture for the cover is not mine, message me or comment if you want it to be taken down. (Credit: COMT216)

The three children working on the Lego castle heard some thuds and other loud noises coming from downstairs but nobody was crying so they ignored it.
"This has to be the worst babysitter we've ever had," Violet sighed as she put together a turret.
"Probably," her twin agreed. "I hope Aunt Jen and Uncle Cameron come back soon."
They all turned toward the digital clock in the room. It was only 9:02 PM and the party wasn't supposed to be over until 10. It would be a while yet.
"I hope Mom and Dad don't run into Grandma and Grandpa Hale," she said worriedly.
Violet had been thinking about this a lot since she found out the party was to celebrate Hale Investments' 100th anniversary. The company had their last name on it so it had obviously been in the family for a long time.
Dad never talked about his parents but she deduced they were alive somewhere because Grandma Hall was dead and Mom talked about her all the time. She obviously missed her mother. Dad didn't seem to miss his parents at all.
She had wondered why for the longest time until she overheard a couple of her teachers gossiping in third grade. They had been whispering about how she was one of the secret children from a big scandal eight years earlier.
Apparently, her dad took over the company by force to kick his father out because he didn't approve of her mom and wanted him to marry someone else. After hearing that it all clicked into place. That scary man her dad argued with the day he took her to work back in preschool must have been her grandfather.
Not that Violet cared. She had no desire to see someone who disrespected her mother or didn't approve of her or her brothers' existence.
Noah tilted his head in confusion. "Why wouldn't you want that?"
"We've never met them," Kaleb explained. "My dad hates them."
"Only because they hate us and Mom," she added quickly.
She didn't want Noah thinking her dad was simply being petty. He had definitely made the right choice. Violet loved her family and couldn't imagine it being any different than it was. Her parents were perfect together; anyone who couldn't see that was an idiot.
"How could anyone hate you?"
Violet smiled at the earnestness in her friend's voice. He seemed genuinely offended on their behalf.
"I think it's because Mom isn't rich," Kaleb said with a shrug. "I've heard people talk about Dad before. Apparently he was a pretty big deal before we were born."
"He's still a pretty big deal, dummy. Don't you know he was the youngest Fortune 500 CEO ever?"
He frowned. "No. How do you even know that?"
"Don't you remember when Dad had to give that interview for a business magazine? They gave him a copy and I happened to read it. Dad is super smart; he's practically a legend in the business world," Violet said proudly.
She thought it was pretty cool her dad had accomplished so much, especially since he did it for the sake of their mom. Apparently he had always been a mushy romantic. Just looking at the way he acted around his wife and children you would never suspect he was such a big shot.
Kaleb raised an eyebrow at her. "You read something from a grownups magazine when you were like six? Why am I not surprised."
Violet stuck her tongue out at him. Her brother was always teasing her for how much she loved to read. She would read anything she could get her hands on, okay?
Fiction, nonfiction…it didn't matter. Books were how she survived being alone at school. Sometimes she sat with her brother and his friends at lunch but they were so noisy. She typically preferred spending her lunchtime in the library since fourth graders and second graders had different lunchtimes and she couldn't hang out with Noah.
She had actually run out of interesting books to read at the elementary school's library so her mother started taking her to the public library every week to get more challenging reading material. Violet always kept one or two of those books in her backpack so she wouldn't get bored.
"I think it's cool that you read so much," Noah said absentmindedly as he focused on building the Lego dragon.  "You get your homework done faster than anybody because of how fast you can read. I'm jealous."
This was true. Violet and Kaleb had roughly the same amount of homework even though they had different teachers and she always finished hers in one fourth of the time that it took him. He had complained about it more than once because she got to go play while he was still working at the kitchen table under his mother's watchful eye.
She shrugged. "You say that but kids call me a freak for finishing workbooks in class so quickly. Sometimes my teachers think I'm cheating on tests too. I'm not though; I'm just fast."
"Well that's dumb. They shouldn't give you a hard time for being smarter than them," Noah said as if it should be completely obvious. 
That's exactly what she thought, even if she wouldn't admit it aloud. Her mom always told her it wasn't polite to brag when she said things like that.
"People don't like what they can't do themselves," Kaleb said gruffly. "That's on them, Vi, not you."
Violet felt an overwhelming surge of affection for her brother. Normally he wasn't so great with words but she definitely felt his fierce love for her from those words, even if they weren't conventional. She leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Thanks, Kal," she said with a bright smile.
Kaleb turned red. "Don't do that; it's embarrassing!"
She couldn't see what the big deal was. Cheek kisses happened all the time in their family. He didn't seem to mind when Mom did it. Then again, she normally only did it at home. Noah was watching.
He didn't seem happy about it either. A sulky expression made its way onto his face. "Where's my kiss? I said basically the same thing he did!"
"You're not my brother," Violet said as she rolled her eyes.
It was completely obvious. Mom said you weren't supposed to kiss people outside your family until you got older, advising her to save it for someone she was in love with. She couldn't even imagine something that far off.
Noah grumbled but didn't have an adequate response for that so they went back to building the castle in silence.


Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.

Si Yiyan found a personal assistant for Wen Xinya who was a lady from Jiangnan, named Liu Yanhua. Her looks were rather plain and ordinary, but she exuded a classic elegance which made her come off as gentle.
She was the very same girl who was said to have received tens of awards from the Dove Institute in France. 
Dove Institute was the place that budding personal assistants were schooled and groomed to specifically become assistants for individuals of the upper-class society. The institute had a rich history that dated back to more than a century ago. It was known as the top "nanny" institute of the world that produced the best personal assistants. 
It was said that Dove Institute was founded for the sake of nurturing talents and manpower for the French royals and the wealthy. 
Liu Yanhua said, "It's already been three days since the latest issue of Poise Magazine was released and they've already broken their sales record of 700,000 copies. The increase in copies sold has already slowed down a little, but I reckon they will be able to hit a sales record of 1.2 million copies. That would exceed Teacher Zhou Huiyan's record." 
Wen Xinya had no idea that Si Yiyan had intervened in order to boost sales. There were at least 100,000 copies of the magazine issue in the basement warehouse of Jiayuan Club where waitresses would put the magazines on display in every room. 
Wen Xinya was rather surprised by the numbers. 
"I've already consolidated a list of comments on the official website of Poise Magazine posted by the netizens regarding the latest issue. After some tabulation, I found that you've gained a 39% positive response rate and 41% of readers are pleased with you being the cover of the issue. Only 20% of the comments are negative." 
Wen Xinya grabbed the document and flipped through two pages before saying, "Well done." 
The data that Liu Yanhua had generated was clear, concise and easy to understand. Wen Xinya no longer had to waste time sitting in front of the computer and reading through every page of comments.
"Also, I've also set up a comments section on Baidu as well as a blog on Sina Weibo. I've also looked for a professional to manage the platforms. This would help with maintaining your image and earning more die-hard fans for you."
Wen Xinya nodded and thought to herself that such social media platforms were mandatory in the digital age, for they could aid her in connecting to society in a rapid manner.
"The latest apparel, bags, and accessories of this season have already arrived, and I've added a little touch of my own to the apparel according to your style. I've also organized and classified them accordingly. You may select by category before attending any event in the future." 
Wen Xinya's closet in Lishan Mansion was shockingly massive, with a huge plethora of clothing, accessories, shoes, and bags, all of which were extremely eye-catching. There were so many items that she had to spend an entire morning sorting them. 
"A few designer labels have called to offer you sponsorships, but I've already turned them down. As the heiress of the Wen Corporation which already has clothing brands, it'd be inappropriate for you to accept the sponsorship of other brands. Besides, Ninth Young Master has been ordering clothes from the latest season for you. You don't need sponsorships." 
…
Wen Xinya could not help but be amazed and impressed. It was little wonder that Liu Yanhua was from Dove Institute. She had already found out everything about Wen Xinya within just three days of working for her. She had also made appropriate arrangements. "Get yourself ready to meet Grandpa tomorrow." 
Liu Yanhua answered with a nod, "Don't worry, Missy. I'll definitely let Old Mr. Wen be pleased with me." 
Her father worked for Lucifer and he abandoned her ten years ago during an internal struggle. Back then, Si Yiyan took her in and arranged for her to pick up all sorts of survival skills. Three years ago, he sent her to Dove Institute and gave her the chance to live as a normal person. Hence, she did her best and put in a great effort in learning, just so she could become the assistant of Wen Xinya and take care of the love of Si Yiyan's life. It would be her way of proving her loyalty to him. 
Liu Yanhua was three years older than Wen Xinya, so she was already 21 years old this year. Wen Xinya took a liking to the gentle and presentable Liu Yanhua. "Don't worry. Grandpa just wants to meet you and see if you're a reliable person. I'll be there too, so you won't be in an awkward position." 
Liu Yanhua was extremely touched to hear her words. She felt that Wen Xinya was just as nice as Si Yiyan. "Okay, I know!" 
"Your Ninth Young Master and I are going on a vacation to Russia in a few days. Do help me prepare all the necessary items. Also, I'll be taking you along with me," said Wen Xinya, who was pleased with Liu Yanhua. Although Liu Yanhua looked gentle and vulnerable on the surface, she actually possessed fast reflexes and good combat skills. In a way, Si Yiyan had arranged for Liu Yanhua to protect Wen Xinya.
Liu Yanhua said, "Ninth Young Master has already given me those instructions. Missy, rest assured, I'll make all the necessary arrangements." 
It was Wen Xinya's first time going to Russia and hence, she needed more guidance. Si Yiyan specially arranged for Liu Yanhua to come along and take care of her. It was apparent how much he adored her and pampered her. 
Wen Xinya smiled and said, "I heard that you grew up in Russia too. When the time comes, you must tell me more about Russia." 
Wen Xinya knew right from the start that Liu Yanhua was Si Yiyan's subordinate, thus she felt extremely safe about it. She felt that she did not have to keep her guard up against Liu Yanhua or hide any secrets from her. 
Liu Yanhua exclaimed, "Sure!" 
Liu Yanhua was a little restrained at first, but she became much more relaxed after seeing how amicable Wen Xinya was.
Wen Xinya looked at Liu Yanhua and asked, "Could you tell me more about your Ninth Young Master?"
Since Liu Yanhua grew up in Russia, she definitely knew a lot about Si Yiyan. Although she was close to Si Yiyan and knew quite a bit about him, she felt that it was not enough. 
Liu Yanhua asked, "Missy, what would you like to know?"
After some thought, Wen Xinya answered, "I heard that Russians are prejudiced against Chinese and they've even established organizations specially for killing the Chinese. The government doesn't stop them, either. Did your Ninth Young Master faced a lot of trouble when he was in Russia?" 
Si Yiyan had told her briefly about his experience in Russia, but she was not satisfied with the answer. 
Liu Yanhua turned red and said apologetically, "I was still really young back then, so I don't really know what happened, but I know… that Russians highly respect successful people even though they discriminate against the Chinese. To them, Ninth Young Master is a victor who has reached the pinnacle of success. Hence, he has an extraordinary status in Russia and even the Russian dukes would show him due respect. Besides, Russian women love Chinese men and they have a penchant for sleeping with Chinese men. I've seen so many women, including wealthy heiresses, who would jump at the chance to bed Ninth Young Master…"
Russians were rather liberal. So, although Liu Yanhua was reserved, she still grew up in Russia. Hence, she could talk about such matters unrestrainedly without feeling too awkward. 
Hence… Wen Xinya began to feel a little jealous as images of Si Yiyan being surrounded by beautiful blonds with curly locks and voluptuous figures filled her mind. She gibed. "Oh! Is that so? How lucky of him!"
She sounded sinister and sarcastic. 
Liu Yanhua' s eyes glistened like a genie and she said, "However, Ninth Young Master doesn't like them at all and he has never allowed women to get near him. He told those wealthy heiresses that Chinese men are very traditional and conservative, and that they disliked the idea of premarital sex." 
Hehe! Missy is so adorable! 
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and thought to herself, He really didn't disappoint me. It's no wonder that he's my man! 


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

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