Fritz was at the peak of his life, known as the youngest trillionaire, he lived a very competitive life. 

He had worked himself up from being a student in a small university into a CEO and founder of "Space11" a company focused on space exploration.

After many succesful test Fritz decided to fully trust their work and be one of the first people that will able to enter deep space or "Aether" as some scientist called it. 

With the us e of the Aether one can be able to travel for light years away in a single month of travelling in the deep space.

The plan was to go to a nearby system and examine the planets whilst observing the animals' behavior during the travel. But like all plans do, things didn't go as planned. Fritz, 10 crew members, A monkey and  A dog will have to survive in a unknown and dangerous land. A place where all life in the universe meet "God's Arena" 



Tags:
Fantasy, Romance (li'l bit), action, kingdom building(later on), (ill add more later on)

Weekly chapters:
Atleast 5 chaps a week ill add more if possible and maybe some bonuses:)

dark god give blessing to human , who reborn as goblin prince,let's read the dirty,filthy, sequence of stories

Train station.
At the newsstand.
There were people reading the news on their phone. Just at this moment, pages of news appeared in their field of vision.
"The exposure of the dirty dealings from the 'Heavenly Male Voice' two years go - Champion Yang Jie personally admits the origins of the dirty dealings.
Some others immediately took out their phones.
"Hey! Did you see the news? There's a big news online. The dirty dealings of the Ying Jin have been exposed!"
"Is it real or fake?"
"Why would I lie to you? Hurry up and read the news!"
"Okay. I'll go and read it immediately."
If there was conclusive evidence for this matter, that'll be the end of Ying Jin. Even though Ying Jin was frequently flamed online, but those were just small matters. It was just another method of doing things, to make the netizens unhappy.
However, if the evidence were conclusive regarding the dirty dealings, then it'll be completely different.
This could potentially destroy someone.
Ying Jin practically doesn't even release any songs these days. She had been a mentor the past few years and was gaining popularity. However, if the dirty dealings had caused the contestant to bear the responsibility, then it would be absolutely unforgivable.
The netizens could just drown Ying Jin if they all said their two cents.
The entertainment reporter reported: "A few days ago, a reporter interviewed Yang Jie, the winner of the 'Heavenly Male Voice' two years ago. He admitted that there were some dirty dealings involved with him winning the competition. At the same time, he admitted that the song wasn't written by him, nor was it by Ying Jin, but rather it was the work of Chen Rui An."
"As for why Ying Jin was involved with the dirty dealings, the persons involved confessed that he had given five million to Ying Jin. Right now, the involved personnel has announced this matter also because of the news online regarding Chen Rui An. His conscience wasn't clear and hence he announced the matter to clear things up for Chen Rui An. From everyone here, we would like to apologize to Chen Rui An on behalf of Yang Jie. We hope that we would be able to receive your forgiveness."
"F*ck! There are indeed dirty dealings! The evidence is out."
"Ying Jin you treacherous b*stard. How dare you get involved with such dirty tricks. You even dare to turn your back and sabotage others, causing them to bear the responsibility for over two years."
"Despicable. Just too despicable. Is she even human?"
"As it turns out, Master Lin was speaking the truth. As I've already f*cking said before, Master Lin is a person of justice. There definitely isn't any problem with whatever he says. Where are all those fools that were backing Ying Jin now?"
"Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go and flame Ying Jin on her Weibo right now till she quits the music industry. Just like I said, the reason why there aren't any nice songs released recently is because of the existence of treacherous b*stards like Ying Jin."
…
Lin Fan was still sleeping at home but was woken up by a call.
He originally did not want to pick up the call, but he saw that it was from Wu You Lan. He reluctantly picked up the call.
The moment he picked up the call, he could hear the excitement of Wu You Lan.
"Brother Lin, hurry up and look at the news! Ying Jing's luck has run out! The truth is out!"
"What?"
"It's regarding the dirty dealings that Ying Jin was involved in two years ago. Right now, a reporter has revealed the truth. Moreover, the person involved confessed on his own accord!"
Lin Fan jerked. He immediately got out of bed. He didn't expect the news to come out. But how was this possible?
That b*stard had come to find him once. The first thing he asked for was ten million. Which fool would fork out ten million? Are they buying the news?
However, that can't be it. There probably isn't anyone that foolish.
Then what could it be?
He didn't think too much about it but went ahead to read the news. He briefly laughed the moment he read it.
"Ying Jin you meddling woman. You are really unlucky," Lin Fan laughed. He laughed very happily. Using brute force to keep Ying Jin in order. He could still express his resentment for her, but he would feel a lot more refreshed if he could affect her reputation.
At this moment, Lin Fan took out his phone and gave Ying Jin a call.
Even though both of them were having a feud, Lin Fan was still glad to be able to inform the other party.
The call got through.
Ying Jin didn't say anything, but Lin Fan just couldn't wait to open his mouth, "Teacher Ying, congratulations! You've made it on the leading story! What are your thoughts?"
"You're f*cking despicable." Ying Jin said furiously.
*Beep Beep*
She cut the call immediately after saying that.
However, Lin Fan wasn't the slightest bit angry. He'll just let Ying Jin worry about the things to come. His responsibilities have not come to an end yet. He opened Weibo and sent out a post.
Lin Fan: I never expected you to be such a person @YingJin
The instant the Weibo was sent, it attracted the attention of many netizens
More and more people learned of the news.
Weibo started to buzz with activity. To others, this was a big news, hearing about the honest Ying Jin meddling with dirty dealings. Moreover, there was even evidence. She wouldn't be able to clear her name no matter how hard she tried.
"Master Lin is formidable. What he said was true! With such an excuse, only a fool would be bluffed. How could Chen Rui An be such a fool?"
"We need to get Ying Jin out of the music industry."
"Exactly! There's always Ying Jin this meddling woman in every singing show. I can't watch it anymore even if I wanted to."
In a hotel.
Chen Rui An just woke up when he received a call from one of his friends. When he heard what just happened, he immediately looked at the news. The moment he saw it, tears started forming in his eyes, and soon, he started bawling.
He felt that the burden he had been carrying around for two years was finally gone!
Father Chen and Mother Chen were also relieved. It was their wish to see their son be able to walk out of the dark once again.
…
Ying Jin looked at the news, then looked at the discussion once again. Her expression was extremely ugly.
However, this time, she did not smash anything to the ground. All she did was sit in fear on her sofa, not saying a single word.
Her manager stood beside her, shivering. She didn't dare to say anything at all as she was terrified. She knew that Sister Ying was extremely furious, and it wasn't the ordinary kind of fury.
Whoever touched her would be very unlucky.
"I want to know why this is so." Ying Jin asked coldly.
Her manager cleared her throat. She didn't know what to say. She herself didn't know why it turned out like this.
Moreover, didn't she herself say confidently that the other party wouldn't reveal anything to the reporters?
However, after just a few days, the news was already out.
*Ring ring*
Her manager picked up the phone. Her expression became weirder and weirder, and finally, she put down the call.
"Sister Ying, we've checked it through. The entertainment reporter said that they bought it from him!" her manager said.
Ying Jin looked at her manager, "Ten million? Or is it twenty million? Is any new regarding me not worth anything? Doesn't everybody want to catch me for my bad points?"
Her manager lowered her head, and said softly, "No. They said that some of them only had to spend three hundred thousand. The least they spend was fifty… thousand."
"F*ck you! What's the use of having you around?" Ying Jin started going as crazy as a mother lion. She stood up and gave her manager one tight slap.
"You said three hundred thousand? Is my life only worth three hundred thousand?" Tell me! Tell me…" Ying Jin shouted insanely.
Her manager fell to the ground. She didn't dare say a word. "Sister…Sister Ying. We should be trying to think of a plan now. That's right. We can spend money to get that b*stard to take back his words. We can say we got framed!"
Ying Jin kicked her manager, "Do you think everybody is as dumb as you?"
At this moment, Ying Jin got a call.
Zhao Li didn't feel at ease just sitting around. When she saw the news, she was shocked till her face turned white. She didn't think twice and immediately called Ying Jin.
"Sister Ying! Something has happened! What should we do? We have been exposed! You forced me to do this! It's none of my business!" Zhao Li was extremely nervous.
At this moment, the only thing she could think of was to push the blame away from herself.
Ying Jin replied, "I forced you to do it? When you received the money that time, why didn't you say that I forced you to take it?"
Zhao Li said, "I...I…"
"Don't get so nervous. Listen carefully. No matter what the reporters ask you, don't answer them. Let me handle this." Ying Jin said. She actually didn't have any plan. However, Zhao Li was worthless. When she's met with such situations, she would get all nervous. If she didn't warn her in advance, who knew what she would say.
Ying Jin was having a huge headache facing such big problems. She finally picked up her phone and called Yang Jie.
Only…
"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable…"
*slam*
The flower pots in front of her were all completely smashed.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

I wonder how much time I spent this place . Is ıt years? Decades maybe some centuries there is no way to answer this question. This place ….   I am not in space ı guess.  There is no black space surroundig me, planets away there form me the look at no stars to shine on me with their light .  It's all empty.

No light no darknes no presence maybe this is place people call void . I found it weird that how ı can  ''see''  around me without eyes or  even without body. But I'm not completely alone .I start to hear someone's voice at least ı hope ıts actually a person .

  I start to hear ıt the moment ı awaken but here is the suprise  Its all  fu**ing gibberish. Dude i get that you try to communicate hell ı want that to . I truly need someone to talk in this damned void before ı go crazy but this gibberish is worse as the emptiness. Its never stops and never ı get the single thing he trying to say ıt why ı dont just die and get over this mess or ı actually died and this is hell. Well yeah I probably died but I really hope that this is not hell.What did ı do get here?

  Well ı need to occupy myself with something . First why ı'm here , ı wasn't saving a damsel in distress or  toke a date with the almighty truck-kun , there wasn't lightning smite me down  industrial explosion take whole block down .I just sleep and dont wake up .Is it mean there is no R.O.B. that kill me by mistake  and forgot to summon me and grant me wishes .Will I be stock here with the gibberish boy for eternity 
 
Unknown time later:

Yep ı'm still with the gibberish boy well at least ı get the intent behind speech is he happy  or sad and the stuff but usually he is happy and eager to talk or try to talk. Things not bad as they used to be , yeah I gone crazy couple times but everything has a end ı got out of the madness so ı can jump right back to it . wI have nothing to do better anyways .

  G.B. ((gibberish boy)) and I finaly start communicate after all the times trying understand him then ı start to and he listen . 
I talk about my life before death altough I finish the law school finding job was a real challange I didn't get a high rank in the diploma degree neither have the rich friends with connections in good place so every interview with the employers I met employers expecting me do others dirty works couple years when  I  expecting a raise fire me then get another fool the do same things an repeat all over again.

   So I look for another job . I got one as librarian ıts end up far better then what ı  was expecting from being lawyer . Pay was nice, not good as what a well off lawyer get but job ıtself  realy entertaining for me. Time is passed many people are not interested in books when you get what you looking for in internet in a wider platform so  there is not much people coming in library . Some students looking for a quiet place for study or the old  folks came to read . I just have to make sure books are okay and kick out some retards yelling arround and messing with the books . Best part I get read these books myself . I alwalys liked the read whether on paper or online its end up pretty good job for me . After I describe the place what it holds  G.B.  says he really love place and he hope's to see one himself 

Well we ever get out of this I sure show him some maybe I can have one giant of a library some day. Then I start talking about tales of fantastic worlds . Western style lotr , Harry Potter ,percy Jackson ,marvel, dc and eastern styles anime , chinese novels . G.B. really impressed with the how humans came up such ideas and actually read them by himself .

When I was starting the talking about my familly  ıt happened I felt a presence in these damnable void . CAN I GET FİNALLY OUT OF THİS PLACE!!! This is really happening , right ? Do i get to choice some abilities or a system maybe a bloodline ? I need to calm down quickly whether R.O.B (random omnipotent being ) or not  being come here should be strong enough to blast me to nothingness so I should  carefull to not be disrespecfull.

After all this time I finally hear a voice that I actualy understand
-So you finally reach this place .

Oh yeah its really happening . I act..  wait  reach? I never felt a movement so all this time its me who has to reach here not just wait turn myself mad and try to gain back my sanity well ı'm here anyway and its not like ı had control over that place neither a body to speak of.

-Boy why are you ignoring me ? and ı know that you're neither stupid or gone mad in that place

+Sorry ıts been a long time I actually talk

-Yes ıt should been a hard for a mortal to stay alone for that time period . Do you have any clue what will happen now?

+(Alone? He cant sense G.B.? and did G.B.  really stop talking? ) I get to reincarnated with wishes ı got from you? Before that, how and why did you chose me?

This time not just voice but a fıgure of handsome man appear and start talking 
- That wasn't a choice actually. When I was ascending because of my mistake small piece of my tribulation made its way towards to you and cause your death 
Oh and yes you get to reincarnated but your not gone get any power or wishes from me but depend on your abilities you can get them by yourself

Since I start to walk this path why should I stop  I WILL RİSE ABOVE ALL . Be a friend  be a foe I will  never lower myself   against anyone . Open my path or get crushed under my feet

(MC travel to multiple worlds first world is One Piece)(3 or 4 chapters per week)


author note :
like many others here english is not my mother tounge so there will mistakes about grammar and ıts my first time writhing so storytelling might come dull to you I'll try best to improve

Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's words, Ko Gohon's eyes instantly lit up and he anxiously said, "Uncle Kazuma, I've realized my mistakes. Quickly teach me, what do I have to do?!"
"Currently, the previous bet is already over. We'll just ignore it and not consider it any further." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "So, now, we mainly have to focus on the online novel website.
"According to your bet with Hong Dali, the person with the most number of daily updated books two weeks later wins. If it's according to your idea to increase the flat fees of the authors at the novel website and find ghostwriters to increase the number of novels, all these can more or less be done, but it's still far from enough!
"In this day and age, channels are the king.
"Number one, get through all the possible channels of the novel website and liaise with our joint venture companies in Heavenly State. As long as they are enterprises related to the internet, they must all advertise on the novel website.
"Number two, liaise with the telecommunication companies in Heavenly State and get them to send messages to prompt people to read our novels!
"Number three, liaise with all the web portals in Heavenly State, including Weibo, and open all channels to read our novels.
"Number four, hold a free of charge reading day to attract those readers that are used to reading free of charge books.
"Number five, hype things up and expose our Feng Yun website's remunerations for our authors on all the websites related to novels!
"Number six, liaise with the TV stations to interview our authors and create more exposure for the website!" 
Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's suggestions, Ko Gohon's face glowed as he firmly smacked his thigh. "Understood. I'll get these done right away!"
…
In the next few days, advertisements about Feng Yun website suddenly emerged everywhere. Advertisements for Feng Yun website were all over all the various websites in Heavenly State.
"Feng Yun website is the largest local reading base, free of charge reading and downloading of the novels. No pop-up ads, simple and clean webpage. Come to Feng Yun website to find good novels!"—Haoche Website. 
"Feng Yun website is an online novel website with no pop-up ads, providing the latest and best novels for all novel lovers. Come to Feng Yun website to read novels!"—Dream Paris.
"Feng Yun website provides you with various literature works with no advertisements to spoil your reading experience. It's a website which creates an elegant environment to read novels for all friends who are literature lovers, and the content includes various popular novels."—Guodian Online. 
…
On smartphones.
Countless people throughout Heavenly State had received messages about Feng Yun website's novels.
"We welcome you to the free of charge reading column, Feng Yun website provides all kinds of awesome and exciting novels." 
"[Urban] Personal Show: My Best Grade Missy."
"[Military Affairs] Special Operation of the Falcons: Special Force Number One." 
"[History] Great Waves Again in the Court: Big Fatuous Ruler."
"[Urban] Exceedingly Beautiful Superior: Pretty Tenant."
"[Fantasy] Wuzun Sword Slashes The Vault Of Heaven: Wudao Vault of Heaven."
Countless curious readers clicked on the advertisements, and after taking a few glances, they were satisfied with what they saw. "Mm, these book recommendations are not bad. It's quite good to kill time. This Feng Yun website is quite brilliant!"
Of course, there were those unimpressed as well. "Tsk, such a tacky way of promoting books. Now that there is the smartphone reading app produced by Young Master Hong Dali, who would still want to read these. Zhong Dian website is the king!"
…
On Xinhai Weibo—
Drunk and leaning on the fence of the pavilion, Meng Ziying Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novel 'Yifan's trouble' is very well written. I like how Yifan bullies Shaowan, serves him right for bullying Xiaochao… Mm, amusing as usual, this work is quite good." 
Douban Doujiao Doubao Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novels are quite good. I read novels there the whole day today. The books are not bad! Worth taking a look at them, I strongly recommend!
@Tangdou-like unlucky person: Feng Yun website is not bad, quickly gather and take a look @Dark Building Lonely Spirit 
@Dark Night Vigilante 
@Zuiyu Changwan_Shifu Calls Me Xiaowan @Muying Huange_Little Angel Of The Wolf Master 
@Fleeting Time At Finger Tips."
"Feng Yun website rises strongly, regarding the rise of online literature."—Soulang.
"Earth-shaking big scheme, about the counterattack of Feng Yun website."—Easy Net.
"Small online novel, big wealth! Feng Yun website's powerful rise!"—Dongfang Wealth.
"Read novels, go to Feng Yun website. Write novels, still go to Feng Yun website."—Tianjing's Plaza.
…
In the various readers' group chats.
"These two days, there are so many free books to read on Feng Yun website. I've discovered a few good ones."
"Really, then I'll go and take a look too."
"Of course it's true, it writes that the books are free of charge for a limited period of time!"
"Not bad, not bad. This website is doing pretty well!"
…
On the largest local online novel forum.
"Overwhelming amount of subscriptions! Feng Yun website with all kinds of awesomeness!"
"Zhong Dian or Feng Yun? A newbie feels that Feng Yun is still better!"
"Please help, a newcomer wanting to know whether it's better to go to Feng Yun or Zhong Dian? I personally feel that Feng Yun is better, I can earn quick money."
"Zhong Dian wants to defeat Feng Yun just by relying on a smartphone app, does Feng Yun know about this?"
…
At the TV station.
"Hello, hello, as a Great God-level author on Feng Yun website, may I know how much can your monthly earnings reach?"
"Earnings, this… Around 20 to 30 thousand per month is still fine."
"So much? Then you must be one of those people with the highest earnings on Feng Yun website, right?"
"No! How is it possible that my earnings are so high. My fingers are not nimble, so I type considerably slower. We have people who can type fast and are able to write 10 to 20 thousand words per day, and their remuneration is at least 50 thousand and above per month. There are even people earning 100 thousand!"
"So much?!"
"Yes, Feng Yun website's perks are very good."
…
In Tianjing City, the tallest television tower, in the top floor revolving restaurant.
"Young Master, Chief, the latest totaled reports of Feng Yun website are out!" The bodyguard was shivering with fear as he looked at Shiroishi Kazuma whose back was facing him and was standing in front of the window with his hands placed at his back. This time, he really saluted him. "According to the latest reports, currently, the site traffic of the website has already increased to 2.4 million and above for daily independent IPs. These two days, large batches of newcomers have started writing new books, and the number of updated books in three days have already reached 3,600 books!" 
"So fast!" Ko Gohon exclaimed, "Uncle Kazuma, your idea is really useful!"
"So-so." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm. "How many daily updated books does Zhong Dian website have now?"
"Chief," The bodyguard's expression and voice were filled with respect. "At the moment, there are approximately 4,500 newly updated books daily."
"Mm, we still lack 900 books." Shiroishi Kazuma said with satisfaction, "It's still within our control. If things continue progressing this way, probably in no time, we will be able to overtake Zhong Dian website. After all, the authors are after all the benefits and perks. As long as there is enough advertising, and the money is sufficient, it's not difficult to attract authors over."
Ko Gohon fully looked up to Shiroishi Kazuma now, as he anxiously asked, "Uncle Kazuma, then, do we continue like this? Why don't I get more ghostwriters to write more books? It's fine as long as it can surpass Hong Dali. I don't plan to earn much money from it."
Upon hearing Ko Gohon's words, Shiroishi Kazuma shook his head and slowly said, "No, if Hong Dali can earn money, why can't we?"
"Ah?" Ko Gohon said in surprise, "Uncle Kazuma, you're planning to… seriously run this Feng Yun website?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma nodded, yet he didn't continue talking about the novel website but instead looked out of the window, saying, "Young Master Gohon, look at the night view of Tianjing City. How beautiful is it? It's not lacking compared to Tokyo in our Jaban Empire, isn't it?" 
It was night right now. The night view of Tianjing City was extremely beautiful. Neon lights were flashing, and it was especially comfortable to stand from high up and look down, coupled with the gentle night breeze.
"It's very pretty." Ko Gohon agreed. "I haven't really noticed it previously."
"Yes, we haven't noticed it previously." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm, as he slowly stated, "It's the same for our Toyoda Conglomerate. As the top 16 in the world, the funds of our Toyoda Conglomerate are ample. You normally don't care about this, so you won't care about how much money you spend. You just feel that all the money is there for you to take it."
"I understand, Uncle Kazuma." Upon hearing this, Ko Gohon instantly understood what Shiroishi Kazuma meant.
Actually, he wasn't a stupid person. It was just that in the midst of fighting with Hong Dali, he had always been at the losing end, thus his conflicted mind.
Toyoda Conglomerate was indeed very rich. Just like the night view of Tianjing City, though it was pretty, one wouldn't notice it after looking at it for many times. But no matter how rich it was, after all, it had been built up bit by bit, and it didn't just drop down from the sky.
In that case, as long as they properly operated this Feng Yun website, then they could earn money. So why don't they do it properly and well?
"Uncle Kazuma, what should we do next?" Ko Gohon asked.
"Now since the popularity has already been increased, then next, we'll take in all the good ones and eliminate the bad ones." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "Eliminate all those poor-quality books and get them to finish writing them as soon as possible. Secure those good-quality books and do your best in nurturing their authors. At the same time, slightly change the welfare benefits policy and slowly convert the severance method to giving out dividends. After the novel website has entered a stable phase of operation, it would then be a virtuous cycle." 
"Uncle Kazuma, you are brilliant!" Ko Gohon was elated. "Then, after the website has entered a virtuous cycle, we can earn quite a lot of money, right?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma smiled. "Don't belittle online novel websites. All the profits from the adaptations of films, online games, merchandises and so on are actually huge. I truly admire Hong Dali. The things started up by this lad truly have very big prospects!" 
"After hearing what Uncle Kazuma just said, I realized that this Hong Dali is very brilliant!" Now, Ko Gohon finally had to admit that Hong Dali was indeed brilliant. "I haven't thought about all this!"
Speaking up to this point, Ko Gohon recalled his bet with Hong Dali. "But Uncle Kazuma, my bet with Hong Dali…"
"Hehe, there's no hurry on that." Shiroishi Kazuma wasn't worried at all about the bet and insipidly said, "Since I've come, of course I have a way to help you win. Wait for a few more days, let's see first whether Hong Dali's side makes any moves."
Shiroishi Kazuma assured Ko Gohon, then instructed him, "Remember, leave your trump card for the last. Don't take them all out at once. Or else, what will you have left to fight him by then?"
"I understand!" This time, Ko Gohon was really convinced. "Thank you for your advice, Uncle Kazuma."


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


After he settled everything, Lin Sheng walked out of the rented yard.
There was a simple sign hanging outside, which read "Steel Fist Fight Club".
There were signs of incomplete work around the area, and certain parts were not even painted yet.
"They really just cobbled a place up…" Lin Sheng was speechless.
No wonder they were so quick in setting it up.
He did not pay it any more attention and simply walked down the street that the fight club was on, sweeping his gaze left and right.
There was an Internet café on the right-hand side, and the shop's sign read "New Era Internet Café".
There were a few fifteen to sixteen-year-old kids squatting by the door, smoking and b*llshiting as they proceeded into the building.
"I haven't gone online for a while now, let's go have a look."
He walked passed the two smoking youths and pushed the transparent glass door open.
Inside were two neat rows of slightly dirty computers.
On the right-hand side of the café was a counter, and a young lady, no more than twenty was manning it. She was eating a cup of instant noodles while watching some soap opera.
There was a sign on the countertop.
 "¥1.50 per hour. For members, top-up ¥100, get an extra ¥50."
"I'd like a unit for three hours."
Lin Sheng looked at the clock on the wall, and since he was already out, he gave an excuse and told his parents that he was out with friends. So, he had the whole afternoon to himself.
It was only a little over three o'clock now, and dinner time would arrive in three hours; it was perfect.
The counter girl looked up at him.
"I need your ID. Do you remember it? If you don't, you need to use a temporary card, and the rates will be higher."
Lin Sheng quickly gave her his ID number and paid for the usage.
He then bought a bottle of mineral water from the counter and took it to his assigned PC.
As he hit the start button, he waited for the blue CPU loading screen and the NWE operating system to load.
NWE was an operating system similar to this world's Windows and was developed overseas. It was, however, widely pirated in Xilin.
As Lin Sheng sat down, he distanced himself from the monitor and held the mouse, clicking away at an icon on the screen.
It was an animated icon with a bluish-white starship.
That was the icon of Xilin's most popular real-time strategy game, Star Path, a game similar to Starcraft.
Its controls were more akin to Red Alert's, though.
It was Lin Sheng's favorite game, thus he had joined an online clan as well. He quickly logged in, and his user ID read "7FootGiant".
Once the super-futuristic sci-fi loading screen appeared, a notification sound started to pop out from the "friends" panel on the lower right screen.
DuskStar: "You there?"
DuskStar: "Let's play!"
DuskStar: "Anyone home?"
DuskStar: "Not online again?"
Skyfall Leaf: "7Foot, you there?"
RoyalHatred: "Bloody hell, I lost again. 7Foot, if you don't come online, our clan's gonna get wrecked!"
DuskStar: "Those Bronzeforge guys are just too much. 7Foot, let me know when you come online. We're just short of you!"
DuskStar: "Why aren't you on yet?"
Lin Sheng looked at the timestamp. It was two days ago.
Since his skills were decent, he was one of the core players in his clan.
Sadly, ever since the nightmare came to him, he had to focus on the dream realm, and he had not played for a long time.
Even if he visited an Internet café, it was mostly to check on information related to the dream or swordsmanship.
*Beep beep!*
A sudden notification prompt rang.
DuskStar: "You're finally on. Let's wreck some scrubs!"
Lin Sheng was surprised. That person was the most active player in their online group, almost fanatical. In fact, once he started, he could play from dawn to dusk.
"Alright, let's team-up," Lin Sheng replied.
"Okay."
The two quickly formed a team and started to hail for the rest, but none were online.
Soon, the game started. Their opponent was selected at random.
Even though Lin Sheng had not played for a while now, the game relied more on APM and strategic or tactical skills, which was similar to fighting games.
Therefore, his skills had not regressed much, and they started their winning streak.
They easily defeated the first pair of foes, not taking more than twenty minutes.
The second and third rounds followed...
And after about an hour, Lin Sheng was bored. He then set up the "Away" sign.
DuskStar: "What's wrong? Aren't you on holiday today?"
7FootGiant: "I have something to do, stopping now."
DuskStar: "What's so important? Let's play!"
7FootGiant: "I really have something to do, and I'm pretty busy at home too, so I don't have much time to play."
DuskStar: "Even Crown isn't as busy as you. Aren't you a student? What are you busy with?"
7FootGiant: "I have something to settle."
DuskStar: "Oh yeah, Crown said he's passing by Huaisha soon, how about we arrange a meetup for the players here. I'll book the whole place!"
Lin Sheng smiled at the screen.
He had mentioned in the group that he was a poor student without a lot of pocket money, hence why he was not online much. Meanwhile, DuskStar seemed to be at least well to do with no need to care for internet charges.
Now that he talked about booking the whole place, it was clear that he was not short of money.
Lin Sheng smiled as he responded.
"Anything. Let's see what everyone says."
DuskStar started to grumble again, and the two played another round before Lin Sheng went offline.
After he quit the game, he clicked on the search engine and entered Huaisha City's local forum to check if there were any new posts.
Very quickly, a post that went up two hours ago appeared in his line of sight.
"A robbery-cum-murder case in Blackwater District, south of the city... It's live!"
Lin Sheng squinted and quickly clicked on it.
The post was made by someone called Windtalker, and the original post had a picture of the crime scene.
It looked like a room on an incomplete construction site.
And the floor was covered in blood while the wall was scrawled with "Do you love me?"
Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes, and he quickly looked at the posts that followed.
"It's that godforsaken place again. A few cases have already spawned from that sh*thole, yet there are still people who refuse to listen, and daringly go over to play! Fools!"
"It was a guy the last time. He was killed after he was robbed as well. It's just so gruesome."
"Not only that, a pair of lovers had also disappeared over there. A room full of blood was all that was left."
"Have the police gone over already?"
"Many times, but it's useless. The killer left nothing behind."
Lin Sheng quietly read through the postings and demurred.
Huaisha was not a big city, but it was also not small. He had actually heard of many such unsolved cases already.
The police had been trying to investigate, but they always came to a dead end. At most, they would pick a random fool and pin the crime on him to close the case.
However, anyone with half a brain could tell that they were just obfuscating the public.
He had not paid any attention to it before and treated it as a gossip topic over tea. Now that he thought of it, something was not right.
There were just too many cases in which the police could not do anything.
He then went on to check other posts and found that there was another sealed room murder case that was unresolved.
After he closed the forum site, he proceeded to look at the current news: Xilin and Redwin were still at each other's throats.
They continued to trade verbal barbs as they deployed their troops at the border. It seemed like war could break out at any time.
In reality, however, this situation had already lasted over a year. At first, everyone was rather anxious, but as time passed, they got used to it.


This is a story of an ordinary boy gaining unusual powers from his nightmares... It all started when Lin Sheng experienced something strange on what he thought was just another normal day. He begins to have recurring dreams that lead him on an incredible journey of discovery as he encounters spine-chilling monsters and elusive secrets.

Mr.Sleepy continued to demonstrate his extreme focus on everything else except for updating his novel. Immediately, he alone pulled a dozen or so authors into the group. He even sent Meng Fan a private message saying, "they're all dumb but loaded."
Meng Fan was speechless. 'Can they match you?!'
In five minutes or so, there were over thirty authors in the group.
All of these authors were pretty badass too. Not a single person asked about illustrations, but were asking about one similar problem. Hand speed.
"Meng boss, how did you come to have such fast hand speed?"
These online authors didn't care for Meng Fan's badass drawing skills, his amazing basketball skills, and incredible singing. But Meng Fan's hand speed was what made their eyes green with envy!
"I'm curious how much code you can write out in an hour?"
"He could at least do 10,000 in an hour!"
"Is he a monster?!"
"Shadowless hand!"
"I'm envious!"
"I pray god will give me a pair of hands like this too!"
"I'm more curious how long it takes Meng boss to jerk it hahaha!"
"It must be even shorter than Li Ronghao's new song, "Bei Bei"!"
"Hehe, do you want to understand what it means to be burnt by a gun?!"
"Dirty mind, get out!"
"No time to explain, everyone, get on the hype train!"
"Drive, to the edge of the city! Roll down the windows... but they're welded. Nobody's getting off this hype train today!"
"For real though, can Meng boss share with us some knowledge on how to increase hand speed?"
Meng Fan saw the shameless and pervy banter in the chatroom and felt nothing but respect. As he browsed, a hundred or so more messages popped up. "Jesus, were all author groups this scary?"
Meng Fan didn't respond to the hand speed questions but replied, "Uhm, I'm going to add my studio members now. They're all alumni from my school or my classmates, and there are a lot of pretty girls. Guys, let's slow this train down; I'm scared they will be dizzy. After they join, they're going to show you their works, so you guys can contact them based on your requirements."
Meng Fan told the studio employees of the situation, then added Wang Ya Nan to the group. Meng Fan didn't have everyone else's contact information, so Wang Ya Nan would add the rest.
The web authors in the chatroom abruptly halted their hype train and became respectable beyond belief.
There was less chatter, but it was unsure if they had gone off to browse and add the pretty girls' WeChat information.
Yes, it's not illegal to turn your WeChat moments into a beautiful girl catalog, alright!
As for the speed of the hype train... Meng Fan clearly underestimated his sisters.
Oh, and his seniors too.
"This should be okay, right?"
Meng Fan formed the chatroom and looked towards Qin Jiao. She nodded and gave him a "meh" look.
As for the hand-drawn posters, Meng Fan wanted to provide contact information for those as well, but he didn't know how many employees could actually do these commissions. The pay was good, but their standards were high too.
But Meng Fan still decided to ask, "What about hand-drawn posters?"
This time, Qin Jiao shook her head. "I've seen your posters, and I know their requirements too. Our studio can't perform such complex tasks at the moment. As for the easier ones, I have people who can find commissions for us."
As for the studio employees, they quickly divided into several groups based on their own styles and partnered up with the thirty or so famous online authors in the group.
Alongside the deep pockets of the web authors, and their public platforms, the demand for illustrations from the authors were increasing day by day. This was a fresh job market for the illustration industry, and several illustrators, especially the less famous ones were eyeing this industry.
But it wasn't that easy to get a slice of this cake. It's not that they were demanding as these authors wanted all kinds of illustrations, but there was a demand for the production quality. If they didn't have high standards, many of the readers were willing to draw them for free, to be completely honest.
But the illustrators who eyed this cake were not well known and weren't easily trusted. Plus authors were busy with their updates and might not want to talk to you, so they'd just ask you to read the novel and submit a few samples. The two parties don't communicate often, which was the main reason why it was difficult to produce drawings and difficult to be satisfied, causing early termination of a lot of contracts.
This doesn't mean that less famous artists were lacking in skill.
Meng Fan's existence was also able to help the studio break into the industry.
Due to Mr.Sleepy's enthusiasm, Meng Fan's previous illustrations had been seen by several web authors, and they all recognized his talent as well. Hence, it was easy for Mr.Sleepy to gather them all together in one chat room. They had a good impression too, so these authors were more than willing to contact the studio employees. The more they communicate, the better the results will be compared to those too lazy to interact.
The employees naturally valued this opportunity, since these commissions were all long term contracts and required a lot of drawings. Plus, the pay was really good.
With that, the problem of receiving work had been solved. Everything else depended on them. Meng Fan slipped out of the conference room as they were busy making orders.
"Wait." Qin Jiao followed him out. "You're slipping away now?"
"There's not much to do so I wanted to wander around," Meng Fan responded.
"I know you're a very busy person, go ahead. I'll drive you." Qin Jiao was in a good mood from solving the issue of getting orders, but she still managed to complain. "I'm going to the publishing house to deal with your job. Either way, I'm only an institutional professor, I've got tons of time!"
"Uhm, right. I'll send you my complete resource collection, it should be useful to the girls."
"Guess you're alright. Oh, and when you're free, you're going to come by and give them some advice for drawing posters and illustrations."
"...Got it."
"Oh, and what's the deal with your sand painting? Wen Wan had the thought to dissect you to find the truth!"
"Do all you institutional professors talk like that?"
　　...
The only person not bustling around in the conference room was Zhang Zhou Wei. After pouring water for the madams, he had nothing to do and left to fool around, playing on his phone. Seeing Meng Fan and Qin Jiao step out, a wretched thought appeared in his mind.
He was the only person present who knew Meng Fan's relationship with Qin Jiao, and the only one who didn't find it strange Qin Jiao was opening a studio with Meng Fan.
Meng Fan's mom was Qin Jiao's mentor. Zhang Zhou Wei knew this from way back.
They looked like professor and student but were actually disciples. Now, business partners could also be added to that list.
"Their relationship is too confusing!"
If he hadn't known that the ballsy Meng Fan liked Wu Tong and that he was a gutless idiot, the thoughts in Zhang Zhou Wei's mind would be even bolder.
"My dear."
Zhang Zhou Wei who'd been deep in his train of thought suddenly heard a sweet voice. He immediately became very spirited, and even more cautious. Years of experience have taught Zhang Zhou Wei that these two words came like sugar-coated bullets.
"Dear, you know me the best in this world, right?"
"I am… yes, I have to be!"
"Then you should be familiar with my drawing style, right?"
"...Of course!"
"Then I'll leave my post-production to you!"
"What does post-production mean, I don't understand… I mean yes yes yes, I do, I have to understand it! Not only the post-production of your manga, but I'll also handle the post-production of your life, too!"
Wang Ya Nan rolled her eyes at Zhang Zhou Wei. Why did this country bumpkin love story sound so strange?!
If this guy was half as diligent towards other things as he was fast at talking, she wouldn't have to force him so much.
Everyone else found themselves a boyfriend, while she not only found a boyfriend but a son as well.
What a complicated relationship!


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

There was no one inside the laundromat, which suited me just fine. There was a row of washers and dryers along one wall, a scattering of ugly metal chairs with padded plastic seats and backrests along the other, and a couple of long, Formica-topped tables in the middle. At the far end there were a couple of huge sinks on metal legs. These were probably intended for masochists who insisted on washing stuff by hand in a laundromat.

I set up camp deep inside the laundromat, as far from its windowed front as I could get. The less people saw me, the better. I put my bag on the table and opened it and it immediately became apparent everything in the bag was at least semi-moist. Of course, the clothes I'd washed or rather attempted to wash in the creek were sopping wet.

I threw them into one of the washers, bought a small box of detergent from the vending machine near the entrance, and got things rolling. Then I turned my attention to the rest of my clothes, most of which were strewn on the table. I tried to sort them into soggy, not-so-soggy and almost-dry, but I quickly gave up and threw the lot into two washers and bought more detergent.

I examined my bag and decided it needed a wash, too, so I activated the fourth washer. I had four washers going, and it had gotten pretty noisy in that laundromat. I examined the rest of my belongings strewn on top of the table. The sketchpad in my haversack was dry, and none of the tubes of paint had burst - bonus. I pulled out the Rembrandt from its own plastic bag.

The T-shirt I'd wrapped it in was dry - another bonus, I was really determined to look on the bright side of things then and there. I unfolded the T-shirt, and examined the watercolor I had glued onto the Landscape with Cottages. It was intact, as was the paper I'd glued over the back. I made a mental note to paint over the museum's catalog number at a future date: as it was, anyone who peeled the paper off the back of the painting would immediately see that it had been stolen. I wrapped up my million-dollar treasure and put it away and examined the rest of my possessions.

There seemed to be very few of them. They, and the stuff in the washers, were everything that I had in the whole wide world. I picked up the plastic box with my soap, and turned to the nearest sink.

There was a smudged, blotchy mirror hanging above the sinks and when I caught sight of my face I gasped. It was dark with dirt and spotted with crusts of blood here and there, and my hair clearly identified me as a madman from a long way off. I got going with the soap and the water. I kept glancing in the mirror to check on the entrance, the noise from the washers made it impossible to hear anyone coming inside, and I was properly paranoid after seeing what my face looked like.

By the time I was done washing and combing my hair I had an awful sour taste in my mouth - from the fear, the Coke, the candy that I'd eaten earlier. There were some newspapers and magazines on the table closer to the entrance, left behind by people who'd read while waiting for their laundry to get done. None were fresh, and I had a hard time deciding which one to use as my plate. 

Eventually I picked a two-day-old newspaper called the Salmon Arm Observer and carried it back to my chosen table, sneering at its name. I opened a tin of meat and the bag with the sliced bread and began to eat.

I had no utensils and I had to use my knife to eat the meat. It was warm and did not slice properly and I ended up with an unholy mess of fat-speckled pink slime all over the face of the guy that was a policeman of some sort. A photo of him standing next to another, solemn-looking guy occupied a full quarter-page. The article was about a couple of teenagers that had disappeared while hitchhiking their way east - they had intended to go to Toronto of all places, the stupid fucks. Most likely they'd reached their destination and looked around and then killed themselves from shame and despair.

I didn't connect that article with Peter Schmidt until after I'd finished moving my stuff from the washers to the dryers. I was almost out of change and was counting the coins I'd left and then it hit me, out of the blue: it could have been him. He'd told me he drove the western coast route pretty regularly, it paid well because of the distance involved, he made more during a three-day haul from Ontario than he would in a full fortnight of fucking around with short trips. He didn't say anything about picking up other hitchhikers, but then he wouldn't if he was raping and killing some of them.

I was instantly convinced that it had been him behind the disappearances. I lit a cigarette, and was about to start congratulating myself on ridding the world of a rapist and a killer when it struck me that I WANTED him to be that rapist and killer. It absolved me of blame in killing him. It felt better to be the avenging angel instead of a panicked moron with a knife.

I just couldn't trust my own judgement any more. I looked back on the events of the past couple of months and it immediately became clear I should have used my knife on myself instead of Peter Schmidt. To begin with, I broke off all ties with my family, a family that most likely was far better than the average union of genetically-related misfits. I'd almost fallen in love with a whore. I had thrown out over a thousand dollars in hard-earned savings and a place at the Ecole, an art school that had at least a dozen applicants for every available seat. I'd gotten involved in a major theft, a robbery that involved firearms even if no-one had died, yeah, that would get me a nice, extra-long sentence if I got caught.

But all that wasn't enough for Michael Moron Ryman, oh no. Why not go all the way while you're at it? So I rounded things off by killing someone.

I tried to console myself with the fact that I had the Rembrandt, my very own, authentic, million-dollar Rembrandt. That was when it struck me that life is a zero sum. Every gain had to be counterbalanced by an equivalent loss: birth with death, joy with sadness, hope with fear, love with apathy. Not hate, because hate is frozen love.

You might think you've scored big  - big, big credit! - and that you're ahead, but you're not. You're just not aware of the hidden debit - yet. If you're lucky to be stupid enough you'll never find out, and then you can go on living thinking you're a winner, right until everything comes to an end.

I was a millionaire, stuck in a million-dollar mess.

I really went off on one in that fucking laundromat. I stood there and smoked cigarettes staring in front of me with eyes that saw nothing but calamity. I came to only when the first of the dryers stopped running with a long, drawn-out wheeze.

I examined the clothes I'd worn during the killing when I folded them. I thought I could still see faint stains, but my eyes couldn't really be trusted, I was seeing all sorts of things. When the last dryer, the dryer with my bag, stopped running I packed everything very neatly. I took great pains to fold everything just right.

I rolled the shopping bag that had held dirty clothing into a tight ball, and threw it into the dustbin. I also threw out the half-full bottle of Coke; it was warm and horrible and I could already feel it splashing against the back of my teeth. I drank a couple of handfuls of water and gave my face and hair the final touch, drying off my hands. Then I swung my newly clean traveling bag onto my back and put the strap across my chest and left the laundromat.

I stopped almost immediately; it dawned on me I didn't have a plan. So I put down the bag on the ground and lit a cigarette, looking the parking lot. It was almost empty, as empty as my head.

I still wanted to go to Vancouver, that much was clear. I had to get there, one way or another. And before I set out again, it would be wise to lay in some supplies: non-candy food, something neutral to drink. It would also be wise to get moving on all that right away, because I was starting to feel really tired.

I picked up my bag and slung it across my back and started walking across the parking lot.

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On the 10th of August, 1972, almost exactly ten months after my eighteenth birthday, I left my home and cut all ties with my family. This is the story of what happened next: to me, to people I knew, and to the world.

NOTE: All of the characters in this story are fictitious; however, many of the events described really took place. One of these, the  Montreal Museum of Fine Arts robbery in 1972, was the greatest theft of art in Canadian history.
It remains an unsolved mystery to this day, and is the first of many historical events that will involve the hero of this story.
Current update schedule: 2-5 chapters a week

░Bing Shi's thoughts░

'Other's thoughts'

〖Xuan Mu's thoughts.〗

                · · ─── · ⊱❈⊰· ─── · ·

From that day onwards, they began to understand each other more by asking all kinds of questions about themselves.

『Bing Shi:』 What does it feel like when you overdose on sleeping pills?

She was curious, but not enough to try it on herself.

『Xuan Mu:』 I never did drugs before. But I think I felt high? After feeling high, I started to have hallucinations and didn't know what's going on around me.

Xuan Mu typed what he remembered.

『Bing Shi:』 Oh, that's cool. Why did you drop out of school?

All her life, Bing Shi was taught that school was the top priority.

『Xuan Mu:』 They thought I was a genius and forced me into the school for the special ones. But I never cared about school. More like I never cared about anything, so I dropped out. They couldn't understand me and sent me to all kinds of psychiatrists.

She had so much to ask.

『Bing Shi:』Did those psychiatrists help you?

『Xuan Mu:』 It's easy to bypass them. They didn't find anything wrong with me. No, they didn't help me at all.

『Bing Shi:』 So interesting.

Never did she meet someone so fascinating.

『Xuan Mu:』 Are you not going to persuade me to go back to school?

『Bing Shi:』 Why should I? It's your choice, they shouldn't force you. My parents never forced me to do anything.

Instead of forcing, Bing Shi's parents overpraised her, causing her to feel pressured.

『Xuan Mu:』 You are more mature than my parents. My parents, on the other hand, always force me.

He chuckled.

『Bing Shi:』 You have a little sister, right? I remember when you had to take a break to change her diapers or to clean her teeth, and make milk for her. I would never change diapers to my brothers. I hate children.

That's the reason why Bing Shi was so surprised when Xuan Mu told her that he dropped out. Similar to her, Bing Shi imagined him as a nice boy, who took care of his sibling.

『Xuan Mu:』 You still remember? She is a spoiled girl now. She doesn't listen to me at all!

Xuan Mu looked at his tiny sister, who was watching cartoons in his room.

『Bing Shi:』 My brothers, on the other side, listen to me more than my parents, haha!

She bragged about herself.

『Xuan Mu:』 Oh, how did you do it? And why do you hate children?

He looked from his sister back to his monitor.
They began to teach each other all kinds of tips and tricks from their life experiences. The only thing they didn't know about themselves was their personal information such as their home address, and their faces.
Somehow, both of them started to hate the world less. Thinking how thanks to those bad things before, they got a chance to meet each other.
One time, Xuan Mu found an opportunity to hear her voice. It was a complicated long time-consuming dungeon, which could be shortened with lots of tricks, knowing Bing Shi, she wouldn't understand from his typing.
She agreed.
He nervously waited for his voice call to connect. When she picked up. He grew even more nervous.
"Bing Shi?" he asked quietly.
The girl on the other side was silent. Her face turned red.

Silence...

"
"Bing Shi... Are you here?" Xuan Mu grew worried and raised his voice a bit.
"Y-yeah..." Bing Shi started to fan her hot face.
"That's good," he chuckled, ignoring his violent heartbeat.
Silence...

The girl on the other side almost fainted from his chuckle...
"You are usually very talkative, aren't you? Now, you are so silent," Xuan Mu chuckled while thinking up how to make her talk.
"Oh god, what's wrong with your voice? It sounds so nice! Like aaah~... I can't describe it," the girl fanned her face again.
"You like it?" he laughed out.
"Oh my god! Don't laugh!" she demanded. His laugher finished her.
"... Now, let's go to the dungeon. I'll explain what you have to do," he chuckled at her reaction.

〖So cute.〗

Then, he noticed something was wrong with her voice. It was low, monotonous, without a hint of joy nor sadness. Often, he would get mad at how unresponsive she could be due to her laughter, which, for him, sounded emotionless.
"Bing Shi, am I boring? Your voice sounds so bored," He asked for the tenth time. Would she leave him for not being funny?
"Oh, you mean my voice? My brother said it sounds like I'm sleepy all the time. Don't mind it. I'm having fun. You don't have to make me laugh all the time," she giggled at his needless worry.

░Why is he so afraid of me getting bored of him? I never get bored.░

"Oh, that's good to know," Xuan Mu noted it down. Only when he got a chance to hear Bing Shi speaking to others, did he notice a difference.
Whenever Bing Shi talks with Xuan Mu, there is always a tint of sweetness in her voice.
Inside the dungeon, Bing Shi followed Xuan Mu's commands obediently. After they finished the dungeon, they went back to the city.
"Why are you playing as a girl character?" she asked when she noticed Xuan Mu playing as females, but didn't hide the fact that he is a male.
"Girls are better to look at," he said truthfully.
"Makes sense," Bing Shi switched her gender into a man and started to chase girls around, "No wonder men like to chase after girls online, it's so fun~."
Xuan Mu shook his head helplessly, chuckling to himself.
Both of them stopped appearing in public places. They didn't want to waste time. They had to finish all daily and weekly quests in a short amount of time.
She was always complaining about how she couldn't keep up with his pace. But laughed at people who gave up playing with them for them, being too fast. They had to duo everything because everyone else slowed them down to the top.
"So I wasn't slow, it was you who is too fast!" she laughed delightfully.
They tried all kinds of games chosen by Xuan Mu. Somehow, Bing Shi started to like survival games.
Currently, they were on the wooden raft in the middle of the sea. They had to keep themselves alive by catching all sorts of things from the ocean. She was having so much fun catching everything with a hook, doing the easy stuff. While he was building, expanding their raft, crafting, and killing of the sharks, everything to survive.
But they had to stop playing because Bing Shi got seasickness from a game! Xuan Mu laughed so hard, she, on the other hand, started crying.
"Noooo, I just started to enjoy it. My enjoyment, byeeeee ~ byeeeee!" Bing Shi waved her imaginary white napkin with fake tears in her mind, "Ugh, I'm going to puke."
He didn't see her green face, but he felt it in her tone. Finally, he could read her voice. He started to get worried, not for long as laugher escaped his lips, "Usually, you are so smart. So why when you are with me, you become so silly?"
"When I'm with you, I can finally switch my mind off — doing brainless things like gathering, leveling, making potions, grinding. Didn't you say you like to use your mind in games? Now it's your turn to be my sugar daddy~."
A joyous sparkle flickered in his eyes, the corner of his mouth raised up, "Aren't those things boring? Oh, let me be your sugar daddy then. I'll take care of you well."
Bing Shi grinned sheepishly, "This sugar mommy likes boring stuff too."
"Oh, Ok," Xuan Mu chuckled dotingly. He just found out that Bing Shi liked role-playing, and it's not like he minded, the opposite, he found her combos amusing, "I never saw a sugar daddy taking care of a sugar mommy."
"Me too, that's why I wanted to try it out, hehe," Bing Shi took a few deep breaths, "I think, I'm better. Let's sail, I'm not giving up until I catch all the animals for our garden!"
Resuming playing the game, Xuan Mu turned of the ocean's waves function, yet it didn't take long for Bing Shi to get motion sickness again.

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Their feelings grew on each other, but none of them confessed. They were tricky; they knew each other's feelings but said nothing.
Xuan Mu always respected her wishes; he never suggested anything, patiently waiting for her not to be scared and make the first move. And he was right.
After four months, out of nowhere, she sent him a picture of herself. The ugliest one she could find. A photo from her ID.
"I look like a murderer, right?" Bing Shi laughed gleefully. As always, they were inside their bedrooms, playing games together.
Xuan Mu was shocked beyond belief; someone like her would send pictures of herself to someone like him?
"No, not at all... you are pretty," Xuan Mu looked at the round girl with black hair combed into a ponytail.

〖So it wasn't a dream? She is real...〗

〖So pretty...〗

He got a reaction... from her face? No, it was the thought of her, showing her attachment to him. He looked down in between his legs.

〖What is she doing to me?〗

"Thank you. Can you show me yourself?" she asked.
He went to a bathroom to take a picture of himself and did as she wished.
"You look nice," she looked at a skinny young boy with a gloomy look, there were dark circles under his eyes.
"T-thanks," Xuan Mu shuttered.
It got worse and worse. Xuan Mu started to get more nightmares about Bing Shi leaving. He thought it would be enough to be friends, but the amount of wet dreams and dirty thoughts he had about Bing Shi, turned him into a pervert rather than a friend. The more Bing Shi showed attachment to Xuan Mu, the more he wanted her but also didn't.

〖She is a treasure, she should stay untouchable.〗

〖Nobody is worthy of her.〗

                · · ─── · ⊱❈⊰· ─── · ·

"Do you like me more than a friend?" After a year and a half, she asked him out of the blue.
"I do," Xuan Mu answered straightforwardly. His heartbeat accelerated; his whole body felt hot.
Note N.6. - Just tell the truth; she knows the answer already.
"I do too. Let's date online. Here is my number. But don't call me. Just texting," she gave him her contact info.
*Thumb*
Xuan Mu's young heart exploded from too many emotions. He was looking at his monitor with his mouth agape. Then, he closed his mouth; dark thoughts started to blur his mind.

〖 She likes me more than a friend?〗

〖 Is she my girlfriend now?〗

〖 So from now on, she belongs to me?〗

〖 Does it mean she will never leave me?〗

That's when the hell broke down for Xuan Mu. His obsession with Bing Shi brought out the worst in him. And he felt so powerless against it...

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╔════ Author's note ═════╗
I especially didn't describe their features in detail, for their eyes saw something else, compared to other people.
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❰Aren't you a fan of such novels?❱

Bing Shi: "I'm a big fan of transmigration novels, but if I could have a choice, I would never participate in them."

❰Why? You might find your soulmate.❱

Bing Shi: "No, thank you. I'm more than satisfied with my current boyfriend."

Unfortunately, a tragedy occured, separating a young couple from each other. In order to reunite, Bing Shi would need to travel through different worlds and successfully finish all the main missions given out by the System Headquarters.

 
❱ Author's note:

- 1v1 (No harem)
- bxg, mxf (boyxgirl, malexfemale)
- High EQ MC

*WARNING* Mature content only in some chapters. 
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At the moment, however, the old uncle didn't have any evidence to disprove Wang Ming's claim that he was a cultivator. Today's society was a lawful one where evidence was required in all things. After many years in the criminal investigation department, this was naturally something that he understood.
After ruminating for a moment, he stretched out his hand to Wang Ming. "Sir, lend me your ID card for a bit. If you are a guardian, our school has to verify your identity."
Wang Ming didn't think much of it and straightaway took out his ID card from his pocket.
With the ID card in hand, the old uncle turned back to the guard room to retrieve a portable card scanner and insert the ID card into it.
In order to make sure that the spirit sword exchange meet between the two schools would proceed smoothly, No. 59 High School had been on alert these two days. This portable scanner was used to inspect suspicious characters; usually, it was only taken out during the college entrance examination.
The ID card only needed to be inserted into it for the scanner to instantly verify what was true and what was false.
This old uncle, who was a veteran criminal investigator, thought that if this person had really been dispatched by criminal elements, his ID card most likely wouldn't be genuine…
It had to be said that the old uncle's deductive reasoning was truly spot-on… Wang Ming's ID card was indeed fake, but it had been made by Huaxiu nation's Cultivation Academy of Science…
An official counterfeit was the most deadly of all…
Wang Ming's identity had always been a state secret protected by Huaxiu nation. No one could get any real information on him. All the information on this fake ID card, for example, was basically all false except for his age. What place of birth, what ID card number, even the profile image had been filtered and touched up. This could be considered special treatment for the youngest academic in the history of Huaxiu nation.
Forget this single old school guard, even if the cultivation police personally came to investigate him, he had no reason to be nervous.
Finally, as Wang Ming had expected, the ID card passed the card scanner's inspection without a hitch.
Like a POS machine issuing an invoice, the card scanner printed out a long list, startling the old school guard when he saw it.
Name: Wang Xiaoer
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Place of birth: Xiangxieshuige in Yunding Heavenly Palace, Tianba city, Huaxiu nation
Character Experience: Wang Xiaoer is from a poor family, but has unique talent and is a very rare existence on the whole of the cultivation continent. He has a little sister called Wang Xiaohua, though it's a pity they are not biological siblings. The places he frequents most commonly are auction houses and underground transaction venues. He is known to have a close female confidante who was born with an evil spirit inside her and isn't capable of taking care of herself. At the age of sixteen, he wasn't careful and lost his virginity to the legendary demoness Medusa…
(The above information has been verified by the National Cultivation Police Department of Huaxiu nation.)
"…" This was such unrealistic character experience, it made the old uncle loudly shout "f**k you!" in his heart. This description was more f**king mysterious than the ones in online novels!
However, the most inconceivable thing for the old uncle was that this weird and mystical description had actually been verified by the cultivation police. Surely some damn PY trade[1] must have happened behind the scenes!
This unreliable biography had in fact been written by Wang Ming himself. Back then, the President of the Cultivation Academy of Science had repeatedly asked him to revise it… but in the end, he hadn't been able to win against Wang Ming's persistence.
Wang Ming had always regretted the fact that he couldn't cultivate despite being a genius, so he took these sorts of details very seriously.
He was not a cultivator, but he wanted to pretend to be one no matter what. He had to have whatever other cultivators had. The biography of the character on his ID card was based on summaries of cultivation novels which he had read. No matter how inconceivable it appeared, at least he was very satisfied with it.
And as for the long sword weighing one hundred jin on his back, it was a real immortal sword. He had named the heavy sword Xuanzhong. Although he didn't have spirit energy to control it, he still braced himself to carry it with him wherever he went.
To sum everything up in one sentence, Wang Ming tended to bite off more than he could chew and liked to go all out in acting pretentiously… this was also the reason why Wang Ling detested him.
Wang Ming's idiocy was reflected in many aspects… it definitely wasn't just Wang Ling who felt this way.
With his watertight ID card, Wang Ming entered No. 59 High School as planned. However, instead of looking for Wang Ling, he turned to enter the woods by the tree-lined path. Finding a corner with no one around, he put down the long sword he had been carrying.
The instant the immortal sword touched the ground, it created a shallow grassy indentation in the lawn…
Damn it, this sword was too heavy!
His forehead was covered with sweat.
An immortal sword weighing one hundred jin was like a toy in the hands of any Foundation Establishment cultivator. But Wang Ming was an ordinary person, and he had been carrying the sword for so long that he felt that he would dislocate his shoulder if he didn't take a break.
"I should pass the Dao talisman to Wang Ling as soon as possible." Despite his posturing, he actually hadn't forgotten his current task.
Coming here with the Dao talisman was his mission first and foremost; after all, it currently was the only way to rein in Wang Ling's strength. He had to pass it to Wang Ling before the present Dao talisman expired.
Otherwise, it would be a crisis for all mankind…
Thinking about this, Wang Ming decided to set out, but just as he was about to lift his Xuanzhong sword, he saw a pretty girl in the No. 59 High School uniform slowly walking toward him from afar.
This was a tall girl, and even No. 59 High School's ugly uniform was unable to take away from her pretty face. From her slightly opened school uniform jacket, Wang Ming could even faintly see her sexy collarbone, and underneath it, those plump… 
Bloody hell! She was a black long straight[2]! And also… a 36D! Excited, Wang Ming gasped and instantly lifted that one hundred-jin Xuanzhong sword off the ground like it was nothing and placed it on his back.
Obviously, the hormones that his adrenal glands were secreting like crazy had numbed his sensory nerves.
Originally, he had had to squat a little in order to lift the sword and place it on his back; now, it didn't require the slightest bit of effort to pick it up with just one hand…
"Hello, excuse me… can you do me a favor?" The maiden with long hair came over, her head lowered a little shyly. The sound of her voice was too beautiful, like the clear chime of windbells, and it made Wang Ming feel relaxed and happy in his heart.
He had been confined to the research institute for really too long; this time, it hadn't been easy for him to take two days off to deliver the Dao talisman to Wang Ling. He had never imagined that luck in love would be waiting for him here… he looked at the maiden and his imagination instantly started to run wild. He couldn't even feel the weight of the Xuanzhong sword on his back anymore.
"Of course… no problem! What can I help you with?" As a gentleman, Wang Ming felt that he really had no reason to refuse a beauty's request.
"Well, when I was training in the gym, I accidentally thrust my sword into a rock, and I can't pull it out. Now my teacher's about to finish for the day. Can you help me?" As the girl spoke, she stretched out white and slender fingers to Wang Ming. "Let's get to know each other better, my name is Jiang Liuying."
[1] There are a few meanings for PY trade, one of them referring to 'dirty' or illicit activities that don't see the light of day.
[2] "Black long straight" is a literal translation of heichangzhi 黑长直 and is an online colloquial term to describe the particular image of an Asian beauty with long and straight black hair à la the style in anime, comics and games.


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