Humanity has reached its peak, they have discovered their purpose in the universe.
They are not judges of right or wrong
They are not heroes or villains

They are the all seeing race, capable in recording the  events  and life of the universe.
Individual they can seek what they desire. Money, fame even peace.

Together they are untied and betrayal is a myth.

However each individual must go on a journey through the cosmos to discover their own meaning, their dreams, and analyse the bubble they live in.

This is the ultimate goal of humanity

"Hence, be it the empty fort strategy, or praying for the eastern wind, they are just artistic imaginations of the writers. This is not called history." Zhang Ye's words seemed to vaguely beat down on Ma Hengyuan, Teacher Xu and Editor Xu. He then said, "What if we use artistic works such as 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' or plays of the Three Kingdoms as a basis to understand history? If we used the plot of these artistic works as lectures, or used them to analyze these historical figures, then it would be making things too trivial. Even the real image of the historical figure is something you don't understand, so what can you analyze?"

Ma Hengyuan and company nearly cursed out!

Zhang Ye! Do you have no end to that? Who are you trying to beat upon?

Teacher Xu immediately stood up and shouted loudly, "What a load of crap! How can a young kid like yourself know any history!?"

The audience was startled. What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?

Hu Fei was also angered, "Stop the camera!" This scene was definitely not suitable for broadcasting.

Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "If you think what I said is wrong, you can refute it. If your point of view is right and it makes sense, anyone will listen to it. Please tell me which part of what I said was nonsense?"

Ma Hengyuan also said, "You just don't know a thing!"

Zhang Ye laughed, "I'm asking what I do not know. Can you tell me?" Seeing that they could not say a thing, Zhang Ye's face sank, "The three of you say I'm not right. Fine, I am willing to accept the opinions of others. But can you at least say something? Without any reasons or arguments, you are just saying that I do not understand. You just keep insisting that I don't know a thing. Are you professors and teachers, or are you rogue hooligans? Even I know that when a teacher lectures, he would need to use reason and arguments to convince a student. Why are experts and professors like yourselves unknowing of that fact? Is this a joke? You say I do not understand. Yes, I don't understand. So, are you gods? Wherever you say there is light, there will be light?"

The audience erupted into laughter. They felt that this host was extremely humorous!

"What you said is totally unfounded!" Ma Hengyuan said angrily with a black face.

Big Sis Zhou was the first person who could not take it any longer, "You old fart, what do you mean by saying that Teacher Little Zhang's words were unfounded? Everything he said was clear and following the details!"

Auntie Sun also scolded, "What mess are you trying to create!?"

Xiaofang said angrily, "To think he's a professor. He's so lacking in manners!"

A member of the audience also said, "That's right. He was doing a good job, and we were enjoying it. Why are you interrupting offstage? Previously, you even said the host interrupted you? Ah, others can't do it, but when it comes to you, you can?"

"Hurry and go back home!"

"Right, stop ridiculing yourself. The host is doing such a good job!"

"And Professor Ma? Just an undeserved title! I really wonder how you went on CCTV! With the Three Kingdoms from what you said just now? Our whole family was nearly falling asleep from it!"

"The three of you are really funny. It's clear that you are turning angry from embarrassment!"

"You even said the host doesn't know history? I think it's you who do not know!"

Quite a number of audience members began to boo. They did not have any good impressions on these so-called professors and experts who put on airs!

Ma Hengyuan and the two Xu surnamed guests still wanted to speak. Even Teacher Xu stood up and flared at the audience, "You can go on television saying the Three Kingdoms like that? Do you even know history!?"

Big Sis Zhou erupted, "Do you only know how to f**king say that? You just keep saying others do not know. You are f**king sick!" She cursed!

Teacher Xu was flustered as she pointed to Big Sis Zhou, "I dare you to scold me again!"

A person in the audience could no longer let this go. He stood up and stood by Big Sis Zhou, "Why are you shouting at a woman like that!? If you have the ability, shout at me! Shout for me to see!" He was a stout middle-aged man with a height of 1.9m!

Teacher Xu immediately shut up.

Auntie Sun also spat, "Only you know! Only you are the professionals!?"

"What the heck!"

"How can they be so hypocritical!"

"Did us the audience pick the fight? Why are you yelling at us?"

"Hurry and get lost! What kind of sh*t are they!"

The audience began to curse. The situation was quite out of control!

Zhang Ye was also disgusted. He immediately took the microphone and said, "A few of the stronger staff, I'll trouble you. Please throw the people who have interrupted the recording out!"

Dafei and Hou Ge had long disliked them. They immediately rushed forward!

There were two guards and three staff members who volunteered. They immediately surrounded Ma Hengyuan and company. Lifting them up, they were thrown out of the studio's door. Not only were they not cooperating with the recording, they did not listen to anyone's directions. They had even messed up a scene and impeded the recording. Not only would throwing them out not be a problem, even beating them up would have been fine. Did you really think that you were some big shot star? Bullsh*t!

The third guest, Reporter Ci from before, also shook her head and sighed. Ma Hengyuan and company had really lost their reputation and had disgraced themselves!

Zhang Ye cleared his throat, "There has been a complication, so please do not mind. Let's continue analyzing the Three Kingdoms."

Hu Fei did the countdown once again, "Three, two, one. Begin."

Zhang Ye continued from before, "So that is why we must differentiate between 'Historical Image' and 'Artistic Image'. The differences are huge, but then we ask: is the 'Artistic Image' worthless then? It does have value. There's much worth in the studying and analyzing of it, like the 'Empty Fort Strategy'. Sima Yi was a scholar. The way he thought would be more complicated. When something is said or an action is made, he would have given it some thought. Aiyo, what does this mean? What could this mean? Hur Hur, if it was a gang of thieves or bandits, they would have entered the city directly, with the attitude of ‘who cares’! Then what would have happened? Zhuge Liang would have been caught!"

Everyone was laughing for the umpteenth time.

After speaking for another ten minutes, Hu Fei made some hand signals.

Zhang Ye understood that this episode's time was almost up, so he made a closing, but suddenly remembered that this was the most important first episode, so how could he just make a simple closing to it? It didn't seem to be good enough; it didn't match the beginning well. With a flash of brilliance, Zhang Ye said, "The first episode is coming to an end. Some of you may still be wondering why this episode was named as 'Great River Flows East'?" Because I have composed a melody poem, and these four words are a very important part of this melody poem. So I would like to use this as an ending, which I was lucky enough to have gone to the Red Cliff and had been inspired by it to create this melody poem.”

Melody poem

Ancient poetry?

A few people were listening in earnest now. They had likely heard of Zhang Ye's 'Shuidiao Getou' before, and knew of his melody poetry's prowess.

Zhang Ye built up the moment; this was a famous Su Shi melody poem. It was comparable with 'Shuidiao Getou'. In his previous world, there were other versions of it. But the one he would be using was Yi Zhongtian's opening to 'Analysis of the Three Kingdoms',  although it was not used in full.

When speaking of the Three Kingdoms, Su Shi's melody poem had to be mentioned as well!

But since there was no Su Shi in this world, many other literary scholars involved with Three Kingdoms poems had also not existed, Zhang Ye made some modifications accordingly to the flow of 'Analysis of the Three Kingdoms'.

Zhang Ye looked at the audience and began reciting, "'Lyrics to Remembering Your Charm - Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff'."

The audience were listening earnestly, they were curious to know what it would be.

Zhang Ye said with a balanced tone, but his voice had no lack of majestic energy, "The great gushing Yangtze with piling waves flows towards the east; away it carries gallant souls of the remote bygone days."

The first line had captured everyone!

The ancient fort on the west is said to be The Crimson Cliff, where Zhou of the Three Kingdoms era defeated Wei's navy. Stones were hurled into the sky indiscriminately; Mighty waves must have crushed onto shores hurling high snow-like foam." Zhang Ye said with a smile, as his eyebrows appeared concentrated, "The river and mountains today's landscapes paint; Where once there were many courageous and heroic men. Picture Zhou in his prime; dressed in plain clothes together with his young bride, gallant he must have been. Topped with a silk crest, he held in his hand a fan of feathers; with humor he helped see to that the masts and sculls of Wei's navy go up in smoke and ashes turn into. My mind wanders in the history vested hither; My sentimentality, no doubt, has caused my early grey. Life is a dream; Allow me to libate a drink to the river, the moon and its reflection."

Many people were engrossed listening to it!

The river and mountains today's landscapes paint? Where once there were many courageous and heroic men?

Many of the male comrades became very passionate when they heard it!  As though they were now in battle during the Three Kingdoms era! They could hear the the sounds of battle around them!

The female comrades were all charmed by Zhou Yu's description of 'With humor he helped see to that the masts and sculls of Wei's navy go up in smoke and ashes turn into.' What sort of grace was this? What level of daringness was this?

But in the end, everyone was a little hurt by the first line of Zhang Ye's poem!

Yes, "Great River Flows East". How many heroes in history had been washed away by the waters of the great river?

What a spectacular "Great River Flows East"! What a great "Lyrics to Remembering Your Charm - Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff"! What a great "Lecture Room"! What a great Zhang Ye!

Hu Fei stood up, stunned!

The audience also didn't make a sound when they heard it!

Zhang Ye closed off with this, "As it is, how many events of history are hidden within light-hearted conversations? Starting from today's program, I will be sharing with everyone through light-hearted conversations an analysis of the Three Kingdoms. But where should we start from? I think that we should begin from that era's most contentious figure, whether in historical image or civil image. Let him lead us as we delve into the most complex and magnificent history next week with 'The Real Cao Cao'!"

After finishing.

The recording studio was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, Big Sis Zhou and Auntie Sun stood up and applauded with all their might!

Everyone else stood up one by one from their seats and applauded with admiration!

Even the staff present, the cameraman, Hou Ge, Hou Di, Dafei and others also applauded loudly. They were all very excited!

In that time, the studio was filled with thunderous applause!

It went on for a full minute before stopping!

No one left, as they did not want to leave!

Zhang Ye was very flattered and clasp his hands together, "Thank you, everyone. Thank you, thank you." This was a huge acknowledgment to him!

But in the closing poem, there was a flaw. Because at the end, there was a sentence about early graying of hair. This was Su Shi's plight and not Zhang Ye's. Therefore, with analysis, this would be a small flaw. But Zhang Ye did not care, it was not a bother to him!

My hair has precisely grayed early!

I precisely have gray hair at a young age!

Are you going to bite me?


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Yifeng feeling the body of the qi abundant flow of the qi, Yifeng light breathe a dirty gas, repair white fingers beating light light. Like a flame. Yifeng did not think of, because the use of thunder sword after the weak recovery, the intensity of fighting actually rose a large section. Most let yifeng accident is, the soul force is also faint traces of a breakthrough.Yifeng know, as long as there is an opportunity, they can break through to the nine soul force. He was somewhat overjoyed."Boon, this recruit later want more use, later look for the disabled person more, useless person and so on. Tut, tut, cool, and at the same time, can improve the strength, this is also very awesome."If someone knows the intention of yifeng, I am afraid that one will wai kill Yifeng. To bully the disabled with local skills, disabled people. One cannot be shameless to such an extent.Perhaps because it is autumn, wearing thin yifeng can not feel some cold, he slightly far turn to vent, the breeze in the body. Looking at the sparkling river before the release of microwave. It's a beautiful picture, I have to admit. The autumn breeze gently caressed, the rippling waves rippling, the clear river water is like a mirror, reflecting the afterlight of the setting sun, sending out the soft rays of the sunset.No matter in that space, as if the river is a special flower boat. In ancient Times, there was a "Dugu Huai River", which attracted many men to enjoy themselves and make love. And on enchantment land. Likewise, there is a river of flowers in a town like Mucho. This river is infinitely larger than the Curtain River. Is to stay in countless ships.Dressed up in resplendence, dazzling flower boat, this scene, but let Yifeng can not help but think of Liu Yong, the legend of the Hua Yi. The mouth can not help but read a favorite poem when young."Plan to get drunk, to drink when the song, strong music also tasteless. I am pining myself away without regret.""My clothes are getting wider and I am pining myself away. Yes, I had no idea such sentimental verses could be heard in such a small place."In Yifeng thought of the solitary beauty of the moon, a charming duo charming confused voice in Yifeng ear sounded."Er..."Yi Feng did not think of the strength of their teachers will appear in the side of no reflection at all, but, think of just indulging in the poem dyer and lonely a smile, also suddenly.Yi Feng turned his head to see always, but the people in front of him into a serious, he could not help but swallow a mouthful of water.In front of the woman swaying her water snake like small waist toward yifeng. Under the wrap of tight dress, the plump body that concave and convex have send, releasing charming person amorous feelings, even saw Ning Xuan, depend on alone, poem day the yi Feng of the appearance of such unique generation, abdomen all has a burst of fire to rush.The tight clothes fully outline the graceful curve of the fire, along the low neckline, the uplift of the white ditch. Ying Ying a hold of the willow waist by a green belt bundle, and even can let Yifeng feel the elastic and greasy slippery. Under the brocade, exposed dazzles the tender white long leg, lets the human heart flame combustion.Especially those who seem to tell thousands of amorous feelings of the watery eyes, people will not feel the heart beating.Yifeng throat rolling, the flame in the eyes constantly rising, such a situation, let Yifeng wry smile unceasingly: although he does not think how good his strength. But he had never expected to lose his cool to such an extent.See her, yi Feng heart unexpectedly surging up the most primitive impulse.Diyun Plump seems to have been used to such hot eyes, she knows how much her body will give men desire. Although the person standing before is still a teenager, but the teenager is also a man is not it?"Did you just write that poem?"A very light word, but there is no deliberate voice inside, but as if there is a kind of charming feeling, let yifeng's heart again suddenly jump."Mama of, this alien demon evil true so much?"Yifeng heart cursed, but the bottom of my heart but secretly happy, Hey hey, evildoer more. The more chances he gets. But think of it suddenly, with the moist air of nimiki, then no pollution of the air, this can not keep beauty, it can only doubt the genetic problems of people in this world."Oh! No one else on this continent has ever read it." Yifeng very shameless said. The bottom of my heart still does not live to steal to smile: true, this piece of land true have no 2 person read, but other continent, hey hey..."Fancy, in such a small place. There are such young talents." Butterfly Yun Yu looked at Yifeng with a smile, those watery eyes as if to convey thousands of feelings."Dead dead! It's so humiliating that Ben was electrified by a woman."Yifeng heart shouted, but the eyes did not move. Unbridled in the woman's body looked, did not look again, he felt his heart of anger on a deep.Butterfly Rhyme Plump smiling looking at Yifeng, he did not think of this young man is not used for the general mature. If other young, which dare so unscrupulous looking at him, ah, most secretly look at one, absolutely dare not face up to his eyes. However, in front of the youth is like an old hand like flowers, even if he can not bear some of his eyes.At the thought of this, Butterfly Yun Chuckled: all men except one are afraid of themselves, aren't they? I never thought I would be afraid of others today. Still a half-grown boy!"Young talent? Hehe, I have no talent. A bottle a hundred times at most, and a dirty export." Yifeng chuckled.He didn't lie. He could drink, and those who knew him well knew that."A hundred bottles of wine? Export seal. Hehe, you dare to talk big. Even the Imperial Xiao Gong would not dare to say so." Diyun Plump said with a smile, but he was interested in the boy."..." Yifeng light hush 1, the full face disdains of say, "Imperial Xiao Gong, that is what thing? Isn't that the guy who hung up the mutton and sold the dog?"Butterfly Yun Chuifeng chuckled, and it was the first time he had heard anyone dare to comment on Xiao Gong in this way. Even the one in his family, he should treat Xiao Gong with respect. But not before the young dare to export a few minutes."Ha ha, you but dare to say anything. Do you think you are worse than Xiao Gong?""Of course, Ben could have hit him a thousand times with his hand."Butterfly Yun Chuo smiled, smiled very happy, smile of fluttering flowers. Smile let Yi Feng's eyes straight: "Ha ha, who does not know the empire, Xiao Gong has no power. You can say that shamelessly. Hehe, I think you have some literary talent. This way, you have to pair up. I'll help you hide your abuse of Xiao Gong. How?"Yifeng curl mouth to say: "have no interest."Butterfly rhyme stunned, "Don't you know that you will be besieged by the world if you spread this word? Or will you soon become notorious?"Yifeng laughed, he decided to look at the butterfly Rhyme fat strange said: "Do you believe it, your mouth xiao Gong see me. He'll look terrible! And even if I scold him to his face. He's afraid to speak."Butterfly Rhyme Plump stay in place, she looked at the eyes of the evil charm of the young. The shock was there.This young boy is not a fool, or in order to show themselves in front of me, deliberately disdained Xiao Gong. Isn't that silly and childish?"Ha ha, really? Mr Xiao is on my ship. Would you like to see him?"Yifeng pie pie mouth way: "have no interest.""How? Be afraid!" Diyun fat said with a smile. He did not dislike the boastful boy, but rather had a different feeling. After all, it's rare to meet such interesting people in your own circle."Afraid? How much is Ben afraid of him? He chooses his own poems and songs, and Ben has no chance to make him cry. It's just that Ben Shao is going to the imperial capital now, so he has no time to play with such arty things." Yifeng said carelessly."Are you going to the imperial capital?" Butterfly Rhyme plump said a doubt, but immediately smiled, "that's just right, we also have to return to the capital. If you dare to see Xiao Gong, I'll take you on your way. You should know it's a lot quicker by water."Yifeng eyes a bright, looking at butterfly Yun Plump happy said: "Really?"Tut, tut, how nice it would be to have someone with you all the way."Oh, that line, or we bet. Bet I am to scold Xiao Gong two. What did he dare not say?" Yifeng chuckled.Butterfly Yun Looked at Yifeng with a smile, full of fun and said: "Yes, but if you don't dare, then you and I ask you to do what oh?"Yifeng evil charm smiled: "of course, can, the same conditions for you."Yi Feng evil looked at the butterfly yun plump body. Butterfly Rhyme yufeng nature understand yifeng play what idea, admire Yifeng courage at the same time, but also want to amuse the interesting boy. Of course, she didn't think anyone could beat Xiao intellectually.

Do not want to bully through the world is not a qualified through, of course, is not yan absolutely the world of women will not be interested in less - Yifeng quotations!Wu3 Sheng2: "front elder brother, accept me to do attendant?"Yifeng: "What? ! Are you a warrior sage to be my attendant?"Wu3 Sheng2: "my younger sister grow pour a country pour a city!"Yifeng :(eyes shining) little saint! You can follow me from now on. By the way, ask your sister to come.Emperor: "Yifeng! What the hell is wrong with you?"Yifeng: "Mistake! Error! I only wanted to go for a walk in your harem, Sire, but I didn't think they would bother me. '[Martial arts level: Wu Zi, samurai, wu Ren, Wu Shi, Wu General, Wu Wang, Wu Zun, Wu Jun, Wu Sheng, Wu Shen Mastermind level: 1 to 9 stars, Soul fairy!]

"Dylan? There is no Dylan in my class. Who are you talking about?"
'What?'
Angeal looked at the seat beside her. Her eyes widened more when she realized that there was no bag beside her, indicating that this Dylan may not have brought anything other than the notebook and pen that he had with him.
She then looked at her father once more, almost mumbling so that only he could hear.
"A while ago, there was a guy sitting beside me—brainstorming with me about the poem. His name is Dylan and he gave me his notes. He said he went to the comfort room."
Professor Leon's eyebrows creased together. He blankly stared at the empty seat beside his daughter for a moment before returning his gaze on her.
"Are you sure there was someone beside you earlier?" he asked, his daughter nodding once to answer his question. "Because while I was walking, I did not notice anyone beside you," he added, Angeal's lips turning into a tight line.
The young lady then looked at the two classmates behind her and asked, "Did you see me talking with someone else a while ago?"
The classmates looked at each other as if Angeal asked something weird. They answered her question still by nodding, the professor feeling uneasy.
"Yeah! He was there a moment ago, right? What's up?"
"But there's no Dylan in my class list for Stylistics," he said, mumbling to himself that only Angeal could hear. He then looked at everyone, clapping both of his hands together loudly to get everyone's attention.
"I would be going to the comfort room for a while, alright? It will only take me a few minutes. Continue doing your task at hand."
"Alright, Professor!"
With the students' reply, Professor Leon looked at his daughter briefly, a serious look etched on his face as he bent down to talk to her in the most quiet way possible.
"I would have to check who this Dylan guy is if you said he went to the bathroom. Unenrolled students are not permitted to enter class," he said, Angeal nodding as she watched her father's retreating figure.
The classmates behind her then leaned in closer, getting Angeal's attention with the question they had asked her.
"What's wrong with Professor Leon? He seems to be concerned about the guy who was seated beside you?"
The other girl beside her giggled and said, "Maybe because he is a potential suitor for Angeal and the father is protective?"
Angeal shook her head, disagreeing with what the two had said. Knowing them from the previous semesters as well, she felt that she could tell them, knowing that they won't say a word.
"My dad finds the guy beside me suspicious. He isn't enrolled in Stylistics."
"What?" the other girl reacted, the second one whispering to make sure others won't listen to the conversation.
"I thought he was a late enrollee that's why I just saw him now," she added, Angeal shaking her head then she heaved a small sigh afterward.
"That's why dad—I mean... Professor Leon followed him there to confirm. He wouldn't want to announce to the others since it might be a serious issue," Angeal said, the two girls nodding slowly.
"Then we have to wait as we do this task at hand, then," one girl said when at the same moment, Professor Leon went back in the room, getting everyone's attention with his announcement.
"Students, before you continue on with your task, I want you to listen closely," he announced, everyone's eyes now on him as Angeal and the two girls behind her looked rather serious compared to the other students.
"If you notice that some of the students are not familiar in class, do ask if they are late enrollees and if they have their white forms with them. This is just a precaution. We may not know if some people could easily slip through the guard's security."
Hearing this, the students mumbled to each other, curious of what is happening. To ease their anxiety, Professor Leon smiled, his words easing the students' worries.
"This is an announcement. Don't worry, there is nothing serious that is happening. Since the semester just started, you may encounter students entering the class—probably entering the wrong course," he added, the students' mumbles dying down.
"Now continue on with your activity," Professor Leon added, looking at his watch at the same time. "You have 20 minutes before the class ends."
With Professor Leon leading them back again to the activity at hand, Angeal sighed as the two girls behind her just shrugged their shoulders, minding their own business as they continued analyzing the poem. 
Angeal's eyes then looked at the notes Dylan had written, her astonishment evident on her face.
Dylan wrote that the themes of The Passionate Shepherd to His Love has the themes of carpe diem and the immediate gratification of their sexual passions.
He also said that the "free love" movement of the 1960s was a recent manifestation of a utopian belief. If the nymph would go with the shepherd, they would have a perfect life.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Dylan said that Raleigh argues that it is not society that taints sexual love.
He was also specific when he said that the nymph sets up a hypothetical set of questions that undermine the intelligence of the man's offer because all that he offers is transitory and the nymph reverses his images into negative ones.
Angeal went on with the examples Dylan wrote about these images—enumerating it below his explanation.
1. Rocks grow old
2. Fields yield to the harvest
3. Rivers rage
4. Birds complain of winter
Angeal's eyes widened when she saw a note beside number four, her mouth almost agape with how accurate Dylan's analysis of the poem was.
Beside number four, he wrote: "a reference to the story of Philomela who was raped and turned into a nightingale."
"May I see the notes, Angeal?"
Angeal snapped from her thoughts when she suddenly heard her father's voice. Following his instruction, she nodded, giving it to him as the professor's lips turned into a tight line, finding the accuracy of Dylan's analysis at par—no—even better compared to a teacher's
"He has oddly perfect analysis," he mumbled, enough for Angeal to hear.
With that reaction and comment coming from his father, it made Angeal feel suspicious of the man who sat beside her. She wondered who could he be and why did he give her his notes?
'Who is Dylan and why is he here in Professor Leon's class?'


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

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Update Schedule:
Every first day of the month, story ends on December 2021.

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I stared at her with a grim expression on my pale face. That joyful feeling from before has abandoned me, leaving my mind an empty shell with nothing to fill it up except that awful feeling of emptiness. As I awkwardly stood there, I seemed to have forgotten the reason for my visit. There's just this weird feeling within me keeping me static, trapping my body in that location.

"You mind waiting for a second?" Luna asked as she ran her fingers through her hair and used a comb to straighten and tidy it after whatever had occurred earlier. Her voice appeared quite cold, but there appeared to be some signs of sadness mixed within it. It was such a minuscule amount that I might've just been mistaken.

"..." I didn't respond to her. Instead, I stood there in silence and looking away from her. Even though I was simply staring at the floor, the sight of her wearing that lingerie that I had purchased for her still lingered.

"I'm done," she said.

When I looked over, I saw that she had indeed finished combing her hair as it was now straight like it usually was. In addition, her sick gown was properly worn, concealing her stomach as well as the front view of her chest that was concealed by that bra I had bought her. On her face was a cold expression. She didn't look over at me. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the screen of her phone.

"So," she said without moving her eyes off of her phone. "What is it?"

"I...I just wanted to tell you that um..." I paused and looked down at the floor, feeling something within me, especially in my throat, that made it impossible for me to continue speaking. It was only when I reconditioned my mind and took a deep breath that I could finally finish. "The thing between Irina and I...it's fixed now."

"That's good," she simply responded.

I looked up at her, taking in that mysterious and sudden cold attitude that she was directing towards me. It was rather...unsettling to experience that from her. It was as if she's suddenly a different person now. It was as if the Luna that I had known never existed. It was puzzling to me as to what might've caused that girl who would smile in such a bright and charming manner to become so cold in demeanor. This wasn't the cold that Muria exhibited. Rather, it was more of a repulsing cold, one that's as if trying to drive away anyone who dared to attempt to approach her.

"I..." I muttered. "I think I'll head home now..."

"Is that so?" She softly sighed. For the first time that day, she put down her phone on the open spot on the bed beside her and looked over at me. She rested both hands atop her kneecap and leaned her head forward until it laid on top of her hands.

I met her eyes, feeling an uneasy feeling that seemed to be trying to drive me away. It made me avert my gaze out of discomfort, and gradually, I started backing out of the room. Without saying anything else, I slid close the door. Maybe it was simply my imagination, but I believe I saw a smile on her face as I was closing the door. Whatever the case may be, when the door was closed, I realized that my legs were weak as I slowly slipped down towards the ground until I was on my knees and my forehead pressed against the wooden door.

After a short while, a nurse came by, inquiring if I was feeling alright. Instead of responding to her question, I simply forced myself up from the ground and went on my way towards the elevators. My mind felt heavy as the emptiness gradually developed into a mass and gained a weight of their own, weighing me down. In addition, that same bitter taste returned back to my mouth.

I walked out of the hospital, leaving it behind and simply made my way over to the train station in an almost robotlike manner. With my mind occupied by emptiness, I passed through the ticket gates and boarded a train that would take me back to Lumina and back home.

When I finally got home, the sun had almost set completely, leaving behind only a few traces of sunlight in the sky that was transitioning from an orangish-cyan to a light purple to a darker shade of purple. Stars dotted the already-dark portions of the nighttime sky and the celestial moon that appeared as if it was framed in the sky simply stared down at me.

Back at home, I felt somewhat uneasy. But surprisingly though, I felt oddly calm. I leaned back on my computer chair with my head against the backrest. Then, a soft laughter escaped from my throat. I do not understand why I was laughing, but I couldn't stop myself. However, I have a possible idea as to what the laugh was for. It was a mocking laughter, that I was subconsciously using on myself.

It wasn't long before the laughing stopped, leaving me sitting on my comfortable computer chair and spinning side to side slightly using my feet to apply a rotational force on the ground. Before me, the monitor to my PC was on, illuminating my face with its large, bright monitor. I stared at it in response, feeling discomfort in my eyes as the brightness pained them. In response to this, I simply closed my eyes and continued to sit there.

"I still have to do homework," I muttered to myself, trying my best to distract my mind from whatever that had happened that day.

Slowly, I reached for my school bag, grabbing it and pulling it onto my lap. Then, I opened my eyes and retrieved my homework notebook from within it. Even though I don't usually focus much on homework, I would always complete it to not create a scene in class. However, I would simply only do enough and never did I spend plenty of time on them. But tonight... I suppose it might be different.

For the first time in a long time, I opened the literature book that us students were given for homework. I then checked online for the assignment and saw that Mura had assigned for us to read a poem and write an analysis on it. I really do not understand analyzing poems. Like seriously, is there even a point to it? But being the bored individual that was also trying to escape from something, I opened the book and did as I was told.

I flipped to the page that the poem was on and started reading it. This poem was written by someone seven hundred years ago, and it would appear to be a... love poem? I do not understand its meaning though. Maybe that's why literature is so difficult for me because unlike the other subjects where there's only one right answer, in literature, you have to identify what the other might be saying and analyze it or something. That makes it more difficult.

What your true intents are, I do not know

But maybe in love, it's wise to let go.

Those were the ending lines to the poem and the main indicator that the poem was about love. After reading through it one more time, I discovered that it was indeed about love.

-----

[The Human Tragedy]

Difficulties lie

In the human mind.

Forever they roam

In the sealed, enclosed dome.

Torturing one another

For the sake of the other.

Don't cry my dear,

Life's always unfair.

Just keep walking,

And please keep talking.

In your words, I'm alive,

In your words, I'll die.

What your true intents are, I do not know.

But maybe in love, it's wise to let go.
-----

To be fair, this was one of the simpler poems in the textbook. In addition, I sort of understand the emotion that the author was trying to convey, but when asked to write it down in words, that's when I struggle the most. Therefore, the only way for me to write down an analysis is to just keep going over it until I find something to bullshit about.

So the poem is basically about these "difficulties" in the human mind and how people roam in this sealed and enclosed dome. Since this poem is about love, so I assume that the difficulties referred to is love itself. Then the enclosed dome...like a coliseum? Torturing the other for the sake of the other...I guess it refers to how love is basically two people seeing who could hurt the other the most. The next part about not crying...I suppose it's about how not every love can come to fruition? And when one walks, that means they're moving forward, but when they keep talking, then they keep the other person alive in their minds. So that's why the next line is about being alive in the words and also being dead since the love will be alive in a way but dead as it will never occur. Finally, the last two lines... Sometimes in love, it's really the best to simply let go...

Wait a minute...



***



The next day at school, I looked over at Loyd, seeing if there was anything unusual about him. Based off of my observations, nothing about him as changed. Nothing seemed to be bothering him aside from a slight confusion that lingered in the depths of his mind. I wasn't entirely certain what that confusion was for.

Like I had suspected, it would appear that he's going to see Luna again after class. Unlike the day before where I had to stay behind and talk to Irina, I decided to follow him. I kept at a certain distance so he wouldn't notice and followed him all the way to the hospital. Then, it was simply a journey to Luna's hospital room that was left.

I took the elevator after him and rode up to the level that Luna's room was located on. Then, I slowly walked down the hall and towards her room. When I finally arrived before the closed door to her room, I took a deep breath and slowly leaned my head toward the door.

"So can you tell me why you're having me act that way yesterday?" I heard Loyd's voice say to Luna.

I'm just me. An ordinary high school boy with no girlfriend, not too many friends, and no talent.  What I enjoy doing after school is roaming around the halls, hoping that like in the cliche anime and manga, I'll bump into someone that'll change my life. Of course, nothing is going to happen. What do you expect? 

But, this APP on my phone is kind of weird. I don't remember installing it. If I click on it, it asks me to complete missions. But how the hell am I supposed to do these embarrassing tasks?


Update Schedule:
I will post new chapters usually once a day, but that is subjected to change depending on my schedule as I am a student in my final year of high school. During breaks, I will usually post multiple chapters per day.

HERO NOTES FOR THE FUTURE: ISSUE 14
This notebook is for quirk analysis. I'm also using this to help in the assassination of Korosensei! Hopefully we can change his mind later, though.[1]
I'm sorry
QUIRK NOTES: CLASS 3-E
#1: KOROSENSEI
Quirk:[2] Seems to have many quirks. Will have to dissect all I see. All is speculation.
Will add as more quirks are displayed
Quirks:
Octopus (mutation) → (Octopus by shape but does not share biology)
Antimatter mutation ?
Inhuman speed (emitter?)
More on this → can reach mach 20 speeds (holy wow!!!!)
Can move so fast, able to create copies of himself using the same body!!

Quirk Immunity
Offensive quirks are defused upon impact
Only defeatable by quirkless means
Thus the anti-sensei knives?
Works as a sort of… shock absorption?
Shedding
May just be connected to main mutation but has been used to protect Nagisa's suicide attack
Sturdy?
Once a month
Leaves subject vulnerable for a moment
I wonder if i
Color changing (transformation)
irl mood ring?
Note: borrow Nagisa's notes on Korosensei's mood color changes
Added xxxx/xx/xx:
Red: angry
Green: smug
Pink: pervy
Orange-red with red circle?: correct?? (that's a mood??)
Purple with X?: incorrect??? ???
White: unamused? Still unclear
Light blue: sad
Other blue: shocked
Others to be added
Added xxxx/xx/xx:black: beyond pissed off. Do not trigger under any circumstance.
Regeneration (transformation/mutation?)
Can regenerate missing limbs
Added xxxx/xx/xx: takes energy to regenerate
Heightened senses
Mucus
Varied uses
Connection to mutation
Gross ew do i
Can be used as waterproofing, adhesive, cleansing and more?
Update: xxxx/xx/xx his tears are mucus, that's so cool but gross at the some same time
Quirk Disabling
has the ability to disable quirks by... doing this, specific thing? 
I asked about it, he said it works like pressure points... huh...
Unsure if his quirk(s) could be disabled, but it seems other tentacle quirks can be disabled too - 3x performed
seems pretty permanent but he said they can be reactivated with strong wills/emotions
Absolute defense
Morphs into an impenetrable glass ball to protect himself
Drawback: lasts only 24 hrs and can be easily handled and portable
This fricker
Can control liquid intake?
Has an immunity to certain poisons? Or rather, he can control how they affect him?
Use not fully understood; will ask later
"Life Up"
He saved Kaede
He manipulated Kaede's cells and gave her her own blood for a transfusion
I don't know how
I didn't have the chance to ask
Kaede i'm sorry, but i'm glad you're safe
Korosensei i'm so sorry
I'm so s
(There are old wet spots on the page and the rest of the second page is torn and the opposite side of the paper is blotted out with ink. The next quirk analysis skips to page 6.)
[1] This part seems to be crossed out in black ink...
[2] This part seems to be crossed out...


Drabbles and background from the year in End Class.

May contain miscellaneous drabbles during the events of HEROISM.

Song Xiangnan thought of the outside world. Most of the people who had borrowed money from Zhao Si were used to doing evil deeds. They might have some good ideas.
"I'll go write the agreement now. You guys sign the agreement. I can give you the money. We'll hand over the money and the goods. ".
"What do you think? "
The three of them nodded in agreement. They didn't think too much about it. In their eyes, 500 yuan would be in their account soon.
They didn't need to live in a house with air leaking from all sides anymore. They could finally buy meat and live a peaceful year.
The three of them had completely forgotten about Song De. In their eyes, death meant death.
Song Xiangnan walked outside and said to Zhao Si's men, "I want to get rid of a paralyzed old lady and two young men.
What can we do to make them beg for death?
Die Slowly and slowly. Won't I get into any trouble?"
Zhao Si's men, Hei Hu, rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "young Master Song, I have a good idea.
"But if it's really done, it will definitely be very insidious. "
"Then tell me, what exactly is the idea? "
Hei Hu looked around to see that there was no one around, then he came over and said, "under the capital's overpass, there are often a group of disabled people begging for food.
You should have heard of this, right?"
Song Xiangnan nodded. That place could be said to be a hidden danger for the government. There were often disabled people there in groups. Begging from passers-by, if the passers-by did not give it to them, there was a high possibility that they would be robbed of their money.
Many people called the police, but because they were all disabled people. They were only locked up for a few days, and then nothing happened.
Over time, the overpass became a gathering place for disabled people. Some people would rather take a detour than go under the overpass. They were worried that they would be robbed for no reason. They heard that if it was a beautiful woman, she might be robbed of her sex.
Black Tiger laughed sinisterly, "actually, those disabled people are managed by someone. I know the leader. He's a very vicious small gang. I heard that they even have guns in their hands.
They release those disabled people every day.
It's just to ask for money to be used for their daily expenses.
Under the overpass, it's actually just a part of them. Because of their disabilities, those people don't dare to resist them.
"according to what I know, there are at least 100 disabled people under him.
"If you want to get rid of them, there are three of them. "I think it's better to just cripple them and give them to my brother.
"They have people guarding them. It's absolutely impossible for them to escape. "
After hearing Hei Hu's analysis, Song Xiangnan felt that this idea was not bad. He told Hei Hu in detail and told him the physical characteristics of the three members of the song family.
As long as they left the entrance of the hospital. Hei Hu would find an opportunity to directly kidnap the three of them.
In order to ensure their safety, Song Xiangnan came up with an even more vicious idea. It was to have Hei Hu find the mute medicine and force the three of them to drink it.
He would cripple their hands so that they would not have to tell others about it in the future.
After the discussion was over, Song Xiangnan went to look for a pen and paper, drafted an agreement, and returned to the security room alone.
He had song Cheng and the other two put down all their bets on the agreement. This time, the matter of the collision was considered settled.
Song Xiangnan took out 500 yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table. "You guys better keep this money properly. We'll call it even. "
"Okay. " Song Cheng picked up the money on the table and started to count it carefully. After finding out that the money was correctly counted, his lazy face could be said to be exactly the same as Song de's.


[ era Wen ] died after experiencing the apocalypse for ten years. He wore the clothes of a newlywed wife who was despised by her husband's family. He fought with the best, abused the scum, and changed the fate of the apocalypse. In the 1980s, she was living well.
And he was a strong and overbearing prince charming. He was professional in protecting his wife, and in order to repay his kindness, he married a fat wife. One day, he realized that after his wife woke up, she was a completely different person... ...
Lin Lei: "Song Yi, I want a divorce. It's not suitable for us to have a generation gap! ".
Song Yi: "Don't even think about it. You will be my wife for the rest of your life. If you want to leave me, no way! "
Lin Lei: "You Scoundrel, I'm not your wife! "
Song Yi: "I forgot. Then let's make our relationship real now! "
[ explosive love story + 1V1 + double purity + power + fantasy ]

The last line of the poem made a rang into everybody's heart as every kid instinctively displayed their defensive mechanisms out of vigilance and hopes of survival. Needless to say, the most cautious were Shivaree and Yellow. The former was briskly munching his last chocolate bar while the latter was multitasking - biting both the nails of his left and right thumb.

"Hey guys, look at that glow on the left side of the hill," John said upon noticing something unusual. Everybody turned their attention on the brimming light.

"I'll go check it out. Shivaree come with me", the half-brave, half-scared Rumpus said while gulping some saliva and gallantry.

"Why, me?" A look of horror could be seen on Shivaree's face. He involuntarily took a step back and dropped the chocolate bar in his hand.

"Nevermind, we'll go together and check it out!" Solomon interjected, annoyed by the cowardice before him.

Upon descending the steep portion of the hill's side, the group arrived at a large wooden door with a spooky signboard. In the entrance's placard were two words that pushed the curiosity of some children to the peak - Winter's Curse! 

Series of events, answers to questions, and theories were endlessly forming in the kids' heads upon witnessing the scene before them.

"All this time, Winter's Curse was just a name for a door, and it was just here with us on the hill? Was Granny Whang mocking us?" Solomon contemptibly asked upon looking at the newly found doorway.

"So, this is why the two elders barred us from coming to this place every time there's a full moon." Soccoro shared his realization. 

"Yes, and that is why we got to see new plants, every time we returned the following day. The Winter's Curse opens every full moon at the expense of the life forms around it." Serene added an analysis; she was a bit hesitant due to the line of the poem that mentioned about the killing part.

Everybody agreed to the three's rationale, but there was one person who dared to argue.

"No way! No Way! This is impossible. What about the Gamaliel Forest? What about the disappearances of Brannigan, Granny Whang, Old Freud, and the hut? Also, what about the line in the poem that mentioned that there would be killings tonight in this hill? How come we're still alive? Is this door a vegetarian and only consumes the life of plants to open? How were all of these related to this freaking door?" The disheveled Fuss frantically asked about all that had happened the night before until now.

"Well, Fuss, isn't it obvious that the answer is just beyond that door," Solomon politely mocked the boy.

"No way! No way! Are you telling me that we will enter that gate? I will definitely not go inside that trap! Who knows what lies ahead within that door?" Fuss indignantly refused Solomon's offer.

"Then, what are you waiting for, Fuss? You may start kicking the can until you reach Trugani's town hall. For sure, you'll arrive there before dawn if you start now." Annoyed by the boy's stubbornness, Solomon did not hold back in insulting Fuss as if he's already sure that everyone was willing to enter the door with him.

Upon hearing Solomon's ridicule, deep inside Fuss' heart, he cursed Solomon with all the chants available in his memory. Well, all of those jinxes were not real, of course, since his father just taught them to him, who was a quack doctor. However, it still eased the heaping anger growing within his core.

"Fine, I'll come with you, but our blood is in your hands." Fuss gave up arguing and handed all the blame to Solomon for this foolish plan.

"Alright! Who's ready for some adventure?" Solomon smirked as he asked the horrified faces of his friends. His passion for adventure and eagerness to quench his curiosity was so out of place among his hesitant buddies.

Without waiting for the other kids' answers, the boy pushed the massive door with both hands and was immediately met by a deafening roar.

Huo Shaoheng's eyes almost lit up after he heard Gu Nianzhi complete her analysis.
However, he quickly calmed down and discreetly shook his head, replying gruffly, "That makes sense. It can explain many puzzling questions."
"Oh, really? Which questions made you feel puzzled, exactly?" He Zhichu smirked and asked sarcastically, "Or do you still need Nianzhi to explain any further for you?"
Gu Nianzhi looked down, pursing her lips, and said quietly, "...Actually, I've never believed that human race improvement and optimization can actually be realized using such destructive and invasive means."
When she heard Huo Shaoheng talk about Operation Borrowed Seed, from the very beginning, these suspicions began to grow in her mind.
From the way she saw it, using this type of research method would no doubt lead to a dead end.
"I agree with your perspective." He Zhichu looked at Gu Nianzhi in surprise and said, "You actually grasped the key to this issue if you are able to think about it that way. This type of method would absolutely never result in true technological advancement."
Gu Nianzhi didn't have memories from before she was 12 years old, yet she still had this kind of intuition.
He Zhichu couldn't help but think optimistically. Didn't that mean that he should have somewhat of a position in Gu Nianzhi's heart?
Huo Shaoheng balled one hand into a fist to rest his chin on. He thought for a moment, then said, "...This explanation does make sense. After that Japanese numerical unit lost the war, they handed over nearly all their human experimental data to the winning countries. This was the only set of data that was never handed over.
"This was because the data didn't involve typical human experiments. If it were actually handed over, the winning countries would never be able to accept this kind of pure evil sin, even if they had their own ulterior motives.
"This also explains how Nianzhi's grandfather, Gu Haoze, would later on use all sorts of ways to remove the experimental data from the Gestapo headquarters."
Reinitz also thought it over and replied succinctly in German, saying, "The data was not about the optimization of the Huaxia race, but… Data targeting weaknesses in the Huaxia genetic makeup? If that's the case, now I also understand why our bureau's predecessors would write such contradictory things in their memoirs."
Perhaps they could also tell what the data was actually about, but this was the kind of thing that still challenged the people's ethical perspective at the time. So, the bureau chose to reveal selective things, or flat out stay quiet about others.
The Nazi race optimization eugenics program was also very evil, but its main purpose was to optimize their own race.
As for what the Japanese did, they actively chose to drag down another race when they discovered that it would be impossible to optimize their own race.
In other words, they would be number one if they killed the person running ahead of them…
That kind of perverse and shameless mentality would forever prevent them from being the ultimate winner.
"But if your grandfather Gu Haoze was only an accident and an uncontrollable factor that occurred within the experiment, why didn't they simply kill him off? Why did they send him to the Gestapo headquarters in Europe, instead?"
Huo Shaoheng thought that there had to be something else they didn't yet understand.
Gu Nianzhi nodded and said, "I am still thinking about this point. Huo Shao, do you remember why the Gu family had adopted gu Yanran and her mother, Gu Jing?"
Huo Shaoheng stiffened slightly as he replied, "You are saying that the Gu family's genetic disease was rooted in Gu Haoze? And that Gu Haoze's genetic illness was a consequence of the race optimization operation?"
Gu Nianzhi began to laugh. "Huo Shao, your brain works even faster than mine does. Right, this is exactly what I meant," she said.
So, there must be a reason why they had no choice but to do this.
However, this point was not related to the topic of discussion at the moment.
Gu Nianzhi said, "Afterwards, the data went missing. Because our country won the war, Japan could no longer capture our citizens on a large scale in concentration camps to conduct experiments as they did during the war years. So, they have returned to the first goal of Operation Borrowed Seed, which was to optimize their own race. Coupled with the development of science and technology, it was unnecessary for them to continue using that kind of stupid method to conduct race optimization experiments.
"…That's why they set up all these clinics treating infertility. They are now able to steal the reproductive cells directly from the patients seeking treatment, and conduct artificial insemination and reproduction to observe the results of optimization."
Huo Shaoheng walked back over to his laptop to open another folder.
Gu Nianzhi agreed completely, saying, "My father must have also discovered their intentions, so he chose to use this method to warn the people trying to look for the data."
"However, why didn't your father report these clinics directly to the authorities if he discovered that they were conducting similar experiments?" Reinitz asked curiously. "I thought he hated this kind of thing more than anything."
"Of course he hates it, but do you think my father alone can fight against the power of an entire country?" Gu Nianzhi glared at Reinitz as she said, "After all, I investigated these clinics myself. They are genuinely researching how to optimize Japanese genes, but are not involving any Huaxia genes. So, I think that my father was strictly monitoring these clinics to prevent them from doing anything that would harm the Huaxia Empire."
Reinitz shook his head. With a smile, he said, "Cereus, you've never even seen your father before. How are you so certain that he's actually a good person?"
Gu Nianzhi's expression was resolute as she said, "I know. I know it for a fact. My father is absolutely not a bad person. Not only is he a good person, but he is a rare and capable good person.
He Zhichu averted his eyes in silence, no longer able to stand looking at Gu Nianzhi's expression.
Huo Shaoheng was about to add a few comments to Gu Nianzhi's idea when he looked up and saw He Zhichu look away. He thought that something didn't feel right.
But He Zhichu always spoke vaguely and changed the topic. Now he was even using Gu Nianzhi's presence as a condition of telling the truth.
Huo Shaoheng decided to stop trying to get any information out of He Zhichu. He was also wary about taking the few things He Zhichu had already said as facts.
He needed to resume his previous work method. Just like Reinitz, he would doubt everything and rely on himself to prove everything.
…
"Earlier, I demonstrated my conclusion using the three perspectives of premise, history, and follow up. In other words, Operation Borrowed Seed did not succeed. The operation to exterminate the Huaxia race did not succeed, either."
Gu Nianzhi looked up with a smile and stared at the curved screen TV in front of her.
Huo Shaoheng had just opened a new folder, which was the handwritten English poem that Gu Nianzhi took a photo of in the Dass clinic's consultation room –"A Little Girl Needs Daddy."
When the framed and wall-mounted poem was enlarged on the curved screen TV, Gu Nianzhi suddenly thought the poem's shape looked a bit familiar.
The swirling handwriting of the English poem was filled with curves and lines that spun together to create each word. Each word actually looked like a flower.
The framed handwritten English poem consisted of short and long lines intersecting like flowering vines that seemed to form a complex picture.
If someone who didn't read English saw this poem, they would probably think it was a picture as opposed to a poem.
An abstract drawing made up of black and white intersecting lines.
Gu Nianzhi's mind suddenly felt enlightened when she thought that this was actually a picture.
She pointed to the TV screen and said, "...Look at this. Doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a picture when you observe the shape?"
"What picture?" He Zhichu glanced at it and said, "I can't tell."
Huo Shaoheng stood behind the desk and stretched forward. With both hands bracing against the desk, he looked up at the enlarged handwritten English poem displaying on the TV screen. He nodded thoughtfully. "It does look a bit familiar," he said.
"Isn't that right?" Gu Nianzhi grew excited as she said, "Tell me, doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a map of Africa?!"
Huo Shaoheng squinted his eyes and slowly straightened his body. His eyes stared at the picture unblinkingly.
Gradually, he stopped trying to decipher the handwritten English words and purely examined it as though it was a picture.
As expected, the picture appeared increasingly similar to the map of Africa in his memory!
Huo Shaoheng bent over and immediately opened a map of Africa on his computer. He put it beside the handwritten English poem.
Everyone could now see it with the comparison.
The handwritten English poem was laid out in a method that was nearly a mirror image of the general shape of Africa.
Gu Nianzhi couldn't help but grab the mouse from Huo Shaoheng and take things into her own hands.
She opened a photo editing software and first copied the map of Africa on it. Then she also copied the handwritten English poem to allow the photo editing software to find the overlap between the two.
With the help of the photo editing software, Gu Nianzhi quickly discovered a very obvious bright spot in the bottom corner of the two images.
It was where the English word 'there' was located.
The last two lines of the poem read, "So diving deep or soaring high, she'll always find him there."
Gu Nianzhi's heart plummeted.
She quickly marked down the point where the word 'there' overlapped with the map of Africa, then opened the marked-up image of Africa and inputted it into GPS software to look for the coordinates.
Huo Shaoheng, He Zhichu, and Reinitz all quietly watched Gu Nianzhi quickly use the computer and discover the message her father had left behind.
The map software took less than one second to bring up the coordinate data.
"33.9249° South, 18.4241° East."
Gu Nianzhi laughed. "It's 33 degrees 55 minutes south latitude, 18 degrees 25 minutes east longitude. The location this latitude and longitude points to is the second-largest city in the southernmost country in Africa – Cape Town.
"It's there. My father must have left something in that place."
When Huo Shaoheng saw the latitude and longitude and the name of Cape Town, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
How could it be such a coincidence?
In order to find the true whereabouts of the flight MH210 that Gu Xiangwen had been on, he sent Zhao Liangze to a station on a small island in the Cape of Good Hope to facilitate the search of the nearby waters.
The Cape of Good Hope was the landmark of Cape Town. It was only two kilometers away from the city, which is completely within walking distance.


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

"Hey, what's the problem with challenging surnames? However, some odd silver craftsmanship is just a matter of money. "Season often angered, obviously has a lot of resentment on this brain teasers.

Qin Guanlu laughed two ways: "Don't talk about this problem. You often call your quarterly brother full of money. How can you not even make a poem today?"


 
"I, I," Ji Chang's face rose red: "I didn't adapt and was a bit nervous, and the questions you got from Qin's brother were simple, and the questions I took were more difficult—"


 
Looking at his face, Lin Wanrong understands that this season, Chang Zhun is the master of a dead study. According to the words of the original world, it is the product of exam-oriented education. It is inflexible. I do not know how to change it. I usually remember it firmly. In the examination room, I was very nervous.


 
Qin Guan is obviously not a good bird. He listened to him in front of outsiders and said that his question was simple. His face was a bit unsightly, and he sneered, "Ji Changxiong, where is this, the four questions of the romantic and sleek moon, and you have a question Make poems. I took the breeze, and you took the snow. It was all seen by the eye, plain and clear. How could you say that my simplicity was hard for you? "


 
When Qin Guan spoke, he shook his head and shook his head: "Last year, a hurricane, deep in the alley. Calls have not been heard, come and go without a trace. "His face is full of proud colors, and he is clearly satisfied with his "play" in the examination room.

Lin Wanrong wants to laugh but laughs too shyly. This can also be called poetry? This kind of poetry, the talented man puts out farts and can work out three.


 
Qin Guan proud of the road: "Sky Chang brother, just in the examination room, you are a temporary malfunction, I do not know if you want to do better now, do questions with snow, your poem can come out?"

Qin Guan's face was a bit contemptuous, and the literati were not even lighter than this. He knew that this season would only be a matter of death. He wanted to go on a couple of days, maybe he could come up with a come, but in front of such an impetuosity He certainly does not have.


 
Ji Chang's brother was red and white for a while. Obviously he has not made this poem entitled Snow at the moment.

Lin Wanrong had only wanted to find out about the talented candidates. See this guy called Qin Guan with a look of aggressiveness. The heart is always upset, and this season is often too disappointing. He hasn't released his fart for a long time.

Lin Wanrong I like to bully honest people, but I can't see others bullying honest people in front of me. He meditates silently for a while, and laughs: "Easy poems, even my wilderness like me can come up with it. I see Ji Gongzi must be modest. Not as good as this, I read one and asked Ji Gongzi to correct me. "


 
See the look of surprise on Qin Guan's face. Lin Wanrong has great joy in his heart and his son is jealous. This is the depth of the talented person you can see.

Lin Wanrong took a few steps and chanted: "The river is a general one and it is a black hole. The yellow dog is white and the white dog is swollen. "

This was a terrific poem. Originally Lin Wanrong was too embarrassed to come up with ugliness, but the guy named Qin Guan was not shouting poems in his four sentences. Lin Wanrong had already made himself known as a poem. Now.

"Good poetry, good poetry."The quarter often screamed and clappered with a small fan: "'On the river is a general', describing the scene where the snow is swirling over the river. This is an overview and a prospect. Then Xiongtai made a sharp stroke and went to the well in the nearby courtyard. It was snow-white. Only this wellhead was deep and deep and it was a big hole. As for the last sentence, it is the pen of the gods, 'swollen white dog', a swollen word, turning static snow scenes into living things. This poem is a perfect match and has a profound artistic conception. The entire poem does not have a snow character, but it has written the imposing manner of flying snow. It is a rare masterpiece. Really people can not be appearance, the sea can not fight, Xiongtai really unfathomable, unfathomable. "

Although this season will not be poetry, but it is a set of analysis, what is the short-range perspective, what is defined as moving, what compared the artistic conception, a few oil poetry, even if he was analyzed by so many bends Curved road. If it were in the era of Lin Wanrong, it must be an excellent commentator.

Lin Wanrong reluctantly smiles and pretends to be modest: "To give, to accept, to go, to go–"

"Laughter" came out with a chuckle. Lin Wanrong's "half talent" turned to look, but he saw a pretty little girl standing beside her several people and laughing and laughing. It was evident that she had heard Lin Wanrong's poems. Sound.

"It turned out to be you."Lin Wanrong smiled and said that the chick was the chick who bought his booklet yesterday.

Ji Chang and Qin Guan saw the beautiful little girl and the eyes suddenly lighted up. He hurriedly concealed the wolf's name in his eyes. "Be polite" went to her side and said: "This Young lady please, in the next season, Qin Guan), Where does Young lady come from, where he is, how old he is, and how he married–"

Lin Wanrong opened his mouth in surprise and did not expect the two guys to be so bold and asked so directly.

The little girl blushed and shouted: "You, what are you talking about?"

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Little girl, they want to soak you. Don't you understand?"

The girl's face was red and pointed to Lin Wanrong. "You, you shamelessly, I will not let you off."The little girl turned and took up her little feet and ran quickly.

How can I become a shameless fellow again? Lin Wanrong is depressed.

The last time Xiao Qingxuan told him that he was still excusable, after all, he accounted for cheap people. This time he only said one sentence, and he became a ruler once again, and he was really wrong in his heart. How can you not pick up the two shameless cheeky guys from this chick and instead call me? What kind of world is this his mother?

This was in fact a misunderstanding by Lin Wanrong. Although men and women did not receive pro-respect even though it was an iron law, there were few interactions between men and women in this era and there were few opportunities for men to meet the right-handed women. Therefore, those talented people with feng s Will go up and take it. Women's chances of encountering a suitable Langjun are even more paralyzed. Once someone is confronted with a question, as long as they face the eye, anything can happen. Only this little girl is still young and she is not suited to this situation and will turn away in fury.

Lin Wanrong didn't understand the situation. See Ji Chang and Qin Guan's looking at the direction of the young girl's departure. His eyes were full of nostalgia. He had no good feelings towards these two truly "admitted sons." Seeing the time is late. Feeling sullenly, regardless of the two, they left on their own.

Xiao Family's servants will enter the house. Today is the time that Xiao Family left for them to pack up. Tomorrow, these servants will enter the dream Xiao Family gate. Most of them are excited and enter the Xiao Family. They also have a foothold in the servant community. As long as they work hard, there may be even greater opportunities for development.

The only exception is Lin Wanrong. Think about going to wait for Mrs. Xiao Family's wife tomorrow. His mood is extremely poor and he only wants to find a place to vent. If he did not know how to get to the kiln, he must have laid down more than three chicks at the moment. He promised in the name of God.

A man was transported to Ancient China and eventually became a servant of a declining household without a male heir. He utilized his wits and modern knowledge to help the household and eventually become trapped in the sea of political turmoils of the period.

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Last Chapter: Chapter 20

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