Clarification: The word "Lies" in the title doesn't mean "lying" or "make an untrue statement" instead, it means "to have place" or "exist".

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What if you're a princess but not JUST a princess?

"What!?What are you talking about? Chosen One? FIANCE!? No way!"

Is this a real or just a mere dream?

Let's follow this princess's journey as she discovers who she really is while she finds true love in the midst of fulfilling her mission.

Singing is her first love

She needs to fight to get her dream. 
Her fans leading her on. She started to sing, and they felt her heart, and they cried with her every word.

Shiki finally Entered the Kitchen just to see a Woman wearing a Naked Apron, Normally shiki would be Happy seeing The Legendary Naked Apron, But Then woman turned to reveal that it was Actually Merlin or Should I say Female Merlin. She turned to See her Donning a Big Pregnant Stomach.

Merlin seeing him Smiled and Said: "Darling, Come and Eat I made Your Favorites or would you Rather Eat…Me"

At this Point, Shiki just Conjured a Phone and Called someone.

"hello, Coke Guy….yeah I need 1,000,000 Pounds Of Supreme Heavenly Weed"

"Yeah, Thank You"

The Shiki Got High and Partied again for another 10 Centuries. Then Finally calmed down and Went to meet God at the Conference Table.

"So where were we"

God: "Right You were Freaking out On How Overpowered You were''

"Yeah That~ So Why can't I Seem to come I contact with It"

God: "Well One, You are already in contact with dream Energy as Even Now your Soul is Currently Making it but Keeping it Stored, As your Soul as Infinite Space. And Dream Energy is also Used to Grant you Powers Like The True Magics but The Nasuverse Version."

"Uhnnnn, But why can't I Consciously Use it"

God: "Well your Body can't Handle It~"

"Don't Give me that Cliché Crap."

God: "Tch, Cheeky Brat.. The true Reason  is That I'm Still recognized as the Master of Dream Energy so I've Decided to Seal it Until you Leave my Tutelage. It can Be said that your Destiny is to Become the New Master of Dream Energy.

"Tch, Sealing my Own Abilities as if it's His." (Shiki Murmured)

"So What do I do to officially Leave your Tutelage" 

God: "Well...mmmh How do I Make this Hard 

Tch, This Damn Geezer' (Shiki Thought)

God: "Well, What about this Master All the Concepts, From the Concept Of Slapping To Concepts of Empty''

"Seriously' 

Shiki Said While Looking at God Incredulously, That if God seriously Meant what he said, That means he May have to master Useless Concepts like the Concept of Picking boogers, Concept of Swatting Flies, Concept of Throwing Darts, Concept of Jerking Off, Etc.

At least there are Some pretty Good Concepts, Like the concept of Monkey Plucking Peaches, Concept of Heavenly Slapping, Concept of Cliff Hangers, Concept of Weed.'

God: "Mmmh, But I can't Make it too Hard if not it'll take a few Centuries, So Instead You won't Need to Master some Mortal Tiered Concepts, Like the Concept of Twerking.''

Shiki was Relieved at Gods Words as He didnt really want to Start Mastering some useless Things.

"So Concepts have Tiers''

God: "Yeah There are 3 Tiers, I Think''

You think, Tch, Incompetent God''

God Ignored Shiki and Said: "There is The Mortal Tier. This is the Lowest Tier but even as It is It's Strong Enough to Totally Annihilate Any and Every Mortal Easily. For Example, The aforementioned Concept Of Twerking'

Seriously''

God: "Yah, When you tap into a Concept or Create a concept, You are literally Tapping into something that can be used to Define the Universe, All Concepts can Be cultivated to Know the Secrets of the Universe. But this Concepts are Easily Forgotten''

God: ''It's that the Time to comprehend Differs among the Tiers'' 

I am Literally questioning How this world is still able to Exist, When there are so many STUPID THINGS In It'

God: "Now the Second Tier which is Called the Profound Tier, This Tier is the Second Strongest Tier but its divided into Two Parts. The Mortal Profound Tier and The Ascended Profound Tier, Like the Concept of Knowledge which is In Ascended Profound Tier and the Concept of Slapping in the Mortal Profound Tier

God: "And the Last Tier is the God Tier, This Concepts are Simply Overpowered Like The Concepts of Space, Time, Reality, Mana, Ether, Dream, Infinity, Nothingness, Destruction, Creation, Reaction, Causality, Effect, Etc.'

God: "So for you to Leave my Tutelage, You have to Master All Concepts from Ascended Profound Tier to God Tier.

"...….When Do I start''

God: "now, You'll be able to Keep the System as it'll be your guide to reaching this level, Your First Step will Be Comprehending the Concept of Knowledge Before completing your Comprehending on the Concept of Reality, Space, time. Oh and a Piece of Advice try to Make Ether A Concept…How I won't tell, Make your own universe and you'll Find out.''

God: ''Oh now that you Know about The Full story od Dream Energy and how we Use it to Give you Powers, So now Most of the Stuffs in the System will be Free unless The amount to make the power is greater than the Dream energy you have accumulated, Then you'll have to use System Points and then the System will use Dream energy from me to make it.''

"Oh Ok, So how Much dream energy has my soul Made''

God then made a Thinking expression: ''Well Calculating it, then Since I have about 11.80 Of Dream energy compared to the Amount in the Universe. You have about 0.00080 Dream Energy Compared to me.''

God: ''But In simpler terms, I Have about 11800 Grams of Dream Energy while you have about 80 Grams of Dream Energy.''

So which kind of Power do can I get from this amount of Dream Energy''

God: "Well you can ger GoB, You can Get also Get the Esper Power of Misaka and the Useless God Power of Aqua, you can als~''

"Which Powerful ability can I get with the Amount of Dream Energy I have''

God: "Well You can Get 10-Tailed Beast but Can't Get the AU 11-Tailed or 12-Tailed. You cant gets Things on the Level of OP Fanfics."

"So no Overpowered AU Abilities''

God: "Yeah, So You can't start dropping a 13-Tailed Kurama on Peoples asses like a Pokémon."

"Tch, Spoil Sport''

God: "Now since this is done, I'll Send you back to your World Now''

God: ''Oh and My Daughters Will Likely Visit you sometimes, But it'll Be mostly in your dreams or through some manifestation or avatars. Since thats all, BEGONE."

Then God waved His Hand and with a Gust of Wind, Shiki was Blown away towards The Door behind him and went through it, Then Shiki found himself Free Falling from the Sky of Tokyo.

"Tch, That Chunibyo God, I could have just left through the Door, I'm pretty sure He's currently saying something among the Lines of 'I Sense a Change in the Winds'

With God

God: ''*Sneeze*''

Then God Looked around and said

God: ''I Sense a Change in the Winds''

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I your Dear Author-Sama has decided to write an Original Novel from almighty Author-Sama creativity

No Worries I won't end this soon, I'll just reduce my posting time to Once a week on Mondays,So Cheer Up

Oh and this is the Synopsis of my New Book, I Was Choosen By The Word.



In the Beginning was the Word and the Word was With God and the Word was God.

But what if God Decided not to Be God

What if God Decided to Find someone to become his apprentice and later Succeed Him.

What if God decided that the best way to Find such apprentice - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Is To Send the Word Out



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Shiki is an orphan named after an alien. [AN: JK Tho]

Then one day. He watched life make a final play for him.

He died. 

You know classic cliché stuff but his wishes are little bit different though and his adventures may just be unique.

This is not pleasant to write, and while I appreciate that it is providing the people here with entertainment, I really must ask that you allow me my moments of respite from the memory. They are rare enough, even without a site full of readers clamoring to see those memories in print. Nevertheless, I must go on. This story is worth telling, if only to see if what I suspect to have happened to me is in any way plausible when I reexamine the facts. In any case, I must go on, so let's not waste any time.

As I'd said before, the day I received that miserable little dream journal was Christmas Eve. Now, having to spend Christmas day with very little sleep would have been bad enough. Having to spend it with the awful image of that swirling abyss of vermin was its own form of nightmare. My little sister, Grace, seemed to have been completely rested, and wanted to play with every single toy under the tree. This would not have bothered me, except she insisted I join her, and what little energy I had was painfully defunct within very little time.

Eventually I swatted her away and scolded her for not leaving me be, and retreated to my room, where I couldn't stop myself from staring at that one, single, frantic word so desperately scrawled in my dream journal. I considered telling mum and dad, but they would probably say exactly what I hoped was true: that I'd done it in my sleep and only thought it frightening because I hadn't been conscious. I considered throwing the book away, too, but perhaps due to some twisted curiosity about whether the experience would repeat itself, I decided against this, at least for the time being. Even at 10, I rather enjoyed puzzling out mysteries. Moreover, much as I was terrified of the idea of the boy from my nightmares writing to me in my dream journal, I did manage to overcome my fear long enough to ponder the implications.

Was the Sad Boy real? If so, did that mean I was sharing a dream with someone else? Perhaps even with someone who was in at least as much pain as I was? If so, did that mean that we might be able to communicate and find some way to make the nightmares end together? And why this boy? What made him special? I tried to focus on productive questions like this, mostly because I didn't want to think about the prospect that some part of my own mind might be begging me for help, or worse, that I might be the victim of a ghostly or demonic visitation. So, perhaps foolishly, I held on to the dream journal.

In fact, when I'd worked up enough courage, I decided to try an experiment. So, before I went to bed that night, I opened the journal to the page with the word "HELP" on it, and wrote under it, with immaculate penmanship, another word:

How?

If the Sad Boy could communicate through the journal, I reasoned, this should have allowed me to communicate right back.

I turned out to be right in the worst possible way.

The dream I had that night was, if possible, even more terrible than the one I'd had the night before. In it, the Sad Boy was in that same, rickety, worthless bed, but this time he wasn't asleep. He was tied to it with crude leather straps, and his mouth was gagged so he couldn't speak. He was entirely naked, and covered in bleeding sores on every part of his body. What was worse was that this time, I knew – somehow – that he could see me.

But that wasn't the worst thing of all. The worst thing of all was the third occupant of the room: the Thing beside his bed.

From a distance, it would have looked like a shadow. But up close, I could see what it really was: a gigantic, humanoid form made entirely of writhing, chittering bed bugs, every one of them fat with blood that must have come from the Sad Boy himself. It stood a good seven feet tall, and though it lacked a face that I could see, I knew with the certainty that only dreams could bring that it was happy to see me. It wanted me here. It was going to show me something terrible, and I could feel the awful, sadistic pride radiating from it as it stared at me. It was the sort of pride I'd once seen on my sister Grace's face when she'd shown me how cleverly she'd torn the wings off a butterfly: naked, irrational passion for destruction and pain.

The Sad Boy made a noise through his gag, and I could tell that he was trying to beg me once more to help him. I opened my mouth to speak, and as I did, a single word escaped my lips without my even noticing.

"How?"

At that, a voice filled my head – a voice that made me crouch to the ground and cover my ears in shock and disgust. It sounded like a whirring blade pressed against stone. Or like the chewing and squealing of thousands of rats devouring a corpse. Or like a swarm of wasps exiting their hive. It was all of these things and none of these things, though it carried their unbearableness into every syllable it spoke. And this is what it said:

You were invited. We're going to play.

I shook my head, and opened my mouth to protest, but once more, the only sound I could make was that single word: "How?"

The voice gave a shrill, rattling chuckle.

You're going to play doctor. You like to play doctor, don't you? You're going to do an operation.

I didn't want to respond, and I clenched my jaw shut. The Thing gave an irritated burbling and buzzing noise, and raised what must have been an arm.

I said you're going to do an operation.

I was caught off guard as my muscles instantly disobeyed my mind, and my mouth opened to expel the word "How" again. That same rusted iron chuckle boomed.

You're going to get me his guts.

I tried to clench my mouth shut. But all the impulse did was make it open wider, and this time I shouted that awful word.

"How?"

The Thing pointed one skittering appendate down at my hand, and suddenly I felt a wooden handle in it. I looked down to see that a knife had materialized in my hand.

With that. You're going to use that to get me his guts.

"HOW?"

Oh, how I hated that word. How I wished I could sew my own lips shut. But my lips stayed stubbornly open, as if they were on puppet strings controlled by that awful Thing.

Then, the worst thing of all happened. The Thing closed with me, its body flowing and crawling more than stepping, yet still reforming with every progression. Eventually, I could feel that awful, biting, scratching, gnawing bulk close to me, and I felt one of its arms reach out and wrap around my arm, snaring it like a tentacle from some monstrous sea creature. All at once, my mouth snapped shut, as I heard the vicious, buzzsaw voice in my mind.

Like this.

And then, it pushed me to the bed and I was cutting. Cutting, cutting, cutting, cutting, as the screams and imploring choked out sobs of the Sad Boy filled my ears. I was crying. Sobbing. Praying that I would wake up, but the nightmare went on, until finally, having extricated a full foot of the Sad Boy's intestine, something within me snapped and I threw my head against the dream room's wall, blasting myself awake and ending the nightmare instantly.

It took me a good half an hour of shuddering, crying, and hugging my teddy bear before I was willing to so much as look at the dream journal. But when I did, the same panicked scrawl, this time flecked with what looked like blood, greeted me. And this time, the words were far worse:

I HATE YOU

Victor - " Oh God , what was that ? "
Leo - " Earthquake "
Jacob - " Was it because of this hatchet . "
Silas - " May be but how this small hatchet can do this . "
Leo - " Don't judge anything on its shape and size . "
Jacob - " Victor , look at your palm . "
Leo - " Victor , when did you carved this tatoo on your palm . Didn't tell me anything about it . "
Victor - " Which tatoo , I don't have any such thing on my palm . 
Silas - " Then where did you get this from ? "
Victor ( keeps the hatchet aside ) - " Where it is I can't se any such thing on my palm ? "
Leo - " Oh God , this hatchet has made Victor a blind fool . "
Jacob - " Oh ! no , Victor are you alright . "
Victor - " I can see everything Jacob , don't worry , but I can't see any mark on my palm or elsewhere on my hand . "
Silas - " How come we can see a mark on your palm but you can't see it . "
Victor - " Silas why are interfering ? I don't need your help in anything . "
Silas - " I am not interested in you , Victor don't feel that I am a soft corner for you in my heart . I am only concern about the hatchet as I got it . "
Leo - " Please I beg before you both don't start this argument again . You both can carry on later , but now we have much bigger thing to deal with . "
Jacob - " Victor are you sure you can't see any mark . "
Victor - " Why will I lie , Jacob ? I really can't see anything will you describe this mark for me . "
Jacob - " Hmm , it's a mysterious red mark with black lining and there is a . "
Victor - " There is what , Jacob . "
Jacob - " There is a symbol and at the bottom of it the word Magica is written in bold letters . "
  No sooner did Jacob finished his sentence than Victor and Silas looked at each other . On hearing the word Magica from Jacob's mouth Victor and Silas were in shock and they can't believe that how this word is existing in this world . 
Victor - " What ,  what you said Magica ? "
Jacob - " Yes , it's clearly written Magica . "
Silas - " Let me check it . Oh god Jacob is right Magica is only written on your palm Victor . "
Leo - " What's there in the word Magica ? I never heard it but it seems you too have heard this word before . "
Jacob - " I am also hearing this word for the first time . What is the meaning of Magica . "
Victor - " It's not just a word Jacob , it's a magical city of powerful magicians . "
Jacob - " Oh ! good , where is it situated ? "
Silas - " You won't find it on any map of this planet . "
Leo - " Why is it not visible with naked eyes ."
Victor - " It's only visible when I close my eyes . "
Jacob - " What are you saying , Victor ? Are in your senses or still in a state of confusion . "
Silas - " Jacob Victor is in his senses . Magica is not there in the real world . "
Jacob - " Then where it is ? "
Victor - " In my dreams , Jacob . "
  [ Jacob and Leo began to laugh ]
Jacob - " Good one Victor but we are not fools . "
Leo - " You and Silas where fighting to deceive us , but you couldn't . "
Victor - " You thing that I and Silas has planned this thing . Have you lost it , Leo . "
Silas - " Leo , we are not deceiving you both . This incident is all natural . We have not planned anything and how can we two plan and organise this incident all by ourselves . Believe me Magica is a city in Victor's dream . "
Jacob - " Silas , you mean to say that Victor's dream is becoming real . Oh God protect me . 
Leo - " You are frightening me , Silas . "
Victor -  " This was the only dream which I was hiding from you guys . Only Silas was knowing about it and his behaviour got changed , so I didn't have the guts to narrate you both my dream . "
Leo - " But how this hatchet is done this massive destruction in the school . "
Silas - " Only the owner of this hatchet must ne knowing the truth . "
Victor - " We must find him else this hatchet can cause damage to us too . "
Jacob - " But how will we four be able to find the owner of this hatchet . "
Victor - " May be this hatchet will guide us to its owner . "
Leo - " But this hatchet became alive in your hand , Victor . "
Victor - " So "
Jacob - " May be this hatchet belongs to you and Silas was the medium to deliver it to you . "
Silas - " I also think that Jacob is right . "
Leo - " But why it choose Silas for it's propagation ? "
Victor - " I don't think that this thing matters ."
Jacob - " But we need to find this answers soon . "
Silas - " Let me keep this hatchet back in my bag else someone might see it . "
Victor - " Here it is take it . "
Leo - " This whole building is empty we should also leave this building as it's damaged badly . "
Jacob - " Leo is right in our conversation we all forgot that we are inside a damaged building which can wreck anytime . We all should leave this building fast . "
Leo - " But this door is not opening . "
Silas - " Let me help you . "
Jacob - " Victor , you should have told me about your dream . "
Victor - " I didn't want to trouble anyone as Silas was very disturbed when I narrated him my dream . "
Jacob - " Now chill bro , you are now not alone in it . We are with you . "
Victor - " Thanks Jacob , your words mean a lot to me . "
Leo - " You two will remain there or help us in opening this door . "
Victor - We are coming , Leo . We thought we two are enough for this poor door . "
Jacob ( starts to laugh ) - " What's the use of your heavy weight and power when you two can't open a door . "
Leo - " Silas , let us open this door fast and then lock them two inside this room . What's say ? "
Silas - " Agreed "
Victor & Jacob - " No , no let. we help you . We don't want to be stuck in this room which can break down anytime . "
Silas - " It worked the door is now open and we can leave now . "
Leo - " Let us waste no further time in this building . "
Victor - " You lead we are following . "
 We all had left the room and ran towards the corridor when a loud voice came to our ears .
" Step back you all the ceiling is going to collapse . "
We all stepped back and in less than a second the ceiling of the corridor collapsed . If we were to stand there then we all could die . But he saved us . When he came closer I could easily recognise him . He was Ben .
Ben - " Thank God you all are alright else this ceiling could have caused you all severe injuries ."
Victor - " Thank you very much , Ben . "
Silas , Leo & Jacob in the same voice " you know him , Victor . "

This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child.

It's a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Magica first began. 

This story is of a boy named Victor who is a bit confused between his imagination and reality.

He is made to travel between realms and even has to jump timelines because he has to fill the space of Vasilus. 

Victor along with his friends will solve all the mysteries which will come in their way to take their revenge for the "death" of Vasilus.

Their journey to the past and future will also make you visualize the acts before your eyes.

when they heard about the topic around ryouma. they became curious because, after the attack ryouma appearance changed completely.
they thought that with the appearance change then his personality was changed too. but their worried unfounded because his personality was the same as before.
then nurahiyon asked something about ryouma about something that he had in mind.
"ryouma, i heard that you are using some strange weapon, and using that said weapon, you utilized a strange youjutsu too. we know that you can't use tokii. but, you must be honest with us alright. did you use tokii to use that weapon?"
yes, they are afraid that ryouma could use tokii. because of the incident that happened around 13 years ago that almost destroyed this headquarters. still, the good thing was there weren't dead that involved in that incident.
but still, they knew that when ryouma could use tokii when he is ready, not now. so they with a nervous look heard at ryouma's next words.
"no, I don't think so. after all, that weapon had tokii so I just used that weapon's power. also listen, mama!! I meet someone awesome today."
nurahiyon wanted to reprimand ryouma because he changed the subject. but, his instinct told him that what ryouma was going to tell to otome is important so he just let ryouma spoke to otome.
otome saw her father-in-law's silence knew that this was important to crack this mystery so with a smile, she asked a question to ryouma.
"what is it, sweetheart?"
"Mama, you have talked about the battle of the hot gates, right?"
"Thermopylae right, sweetheart? so, what about it?"
"well, I met the king of spartan, king Leonidas I himself!!!"
otome with a worried look on her face spoke to her son.
"ryouma sweetheart, are you still sick? well, it was just a dream after all."
"no mama!!! I really met him!!! I also saw Sparta in the past and spoke with Leonidas"
"well, it was a dream, sweetheart. you shouldn't think too much about that."
"no, if it was a dream. then, he didn't give me this advice. he said that I need to control my power because of the disaster that is going to sweep this world soon!!!"
""!!!!!!!""
otome and everyone in the hall opened their eyes wide and became wary with the exception of wakana. wkana had confused look with ryouma's word.
the first to open their mouth was rihan.
"ryouma, can I ask something?"
"ok"
"that leonidas. if by any chance, is he youkai?"
"i don't think so. after all, when I saw him, i didn't sense any tokii but i feel heroic visage. i just feel that was my goal as a man after all he was a true hero after all, oyaji."
"listen he-"
"I believe in you, sweetheart."
rihan became shocked because of otome statement of believing ryouma's nonsense. she should be the logical one in this hall but she believed ryouma.
"otome, i never thought that you are believing ryouma's nonsense. i know that he is our long-awaited son. but, when he tells nonsense then as a parent we should reprimand him not encourage him."
"then honey, i ask you to say this word 'Leonidas in ryouma's dream was sham that pretended to be a hero of Sparta"
"well if you ask me. Leonidas in ryouma's dream was sh- !!!!"
suddenly rihan had a headache that hurt his head just like his head being hit by his father's punch when he was in his prime.
when otome saw that. she became convinced as she spoke his conlusion.
"well with this, ryouma's word was true about his meeting with Leonidas-sama."
"honey, why me?"
"because with our clan motto 'word was trash than action'. with that, i just used honey because you didn't believe with ryouma's word. but the severity is minimal than if i used the retainer of this clan."
with a nervous expression, rihan asked the severity of his word.
"then, what happened when other than me said that word just now?"
"well, the mercy one is they die without knowing what's going on."
suddenly, everyone in the hall had a pale face. because if they said that word thoughtlessly, they are going to die regardless of mercy or not.
nurahiyon with a serious face asked otome.
"otome-san, why rihan didn't die?"
"because sweetheart ryouma is our son after all. in honey's heart, he wanted to believe to ryouma. so the severity just random depending on what kind of punishment is given."
rihan became blushed on his face and looked sideways.
nurahiyon just sighed at this couple. well given the circumstances of their love life, this was good enough that this child made the entire nura clan join in hand for his education.
nurahiyon then asked about something that otome said a while ago.
"otome-san, why did you mean by your last statement about your confirmation?"
then otome with an excited voice spoke to nurahiyon.
"Father, that's mean that my sweetheart was being recognized by the great hero of the yonder past!!!!! also, he got the artifact of that said hero to the boot!!"
"what do you mean by that?"
"Father, do you know about the boosted gear?"
"boosted gear?? what the hell is that?"
rihan then remembered that word and answered otome's question.
"i remembered hearing that. when we are still fighting hyaku monogatari in Kyoto, i fought a man that was sent by that monster disguised as a human. he was using some strange weapon that made me uncomfortable but he just small fry, so I just finish him without mercy. before that man died, i heard him shouting that i should be weakened because of the boosted gear's effect. well if it was just made me uncomfortable, it didn't hinder me to kill that man."
then kurotabo heard about rihan recounting of the past, he remembered about that man.
"ah, yes i remembered that clown. I never thought fatass bastard hired that clown to kill rihan-sama."
"well, said the assassin that being sent by that fatass bastard to kill me."
"rihan-sama, you knew my circumstance right? are you still bring that topic up?"
"ahahahaha, come one kurotabo. I'm just joking. you are just easy to tease when that topic is brought up after all"
then ryouma pinch his word after his dad.
"well, kurotabo-san is worrywart after all. when I fell from the tree at the training ground. he became panic because i fainted. but, at that time i just faking my fainted state and when he was going to see mama. i got up and started my fake routine to fool both mama and kurotabo. kurotabo's expression at that time is priceless after all. ahahahahah!!!"
"even you, ryouma-bochama!!!!"
then suddenly someone coughed at this skit. it was hitotsume.
hitotsume looked at ryouma and with stern voice reprimand him.
"ryouma-bochama, you shouldn't do that in the first place. everyone was worried when you are injured during training. also you sidetracked this conversation. as the heir of nura clan, you shouldn't do this kind of thing again, ok?"
"alright!!!"
"huh, well at least ryouma-bochama is listening. so madam, let's continue about that boosted gear that you wanted to say"

the legendary king of ancient Mesopotamia, Gilgamesh become bored of the state of the world and wanted to spice up the situation and he finds the soul that can handle his power and he found it but it was a child youkai that almost lose his life but he gives that power and recover his soul and he said "entertain me mongrel for you have the power of the greatest human king in the world" so begin the journey of youkai child that being passed down to his diary


my first time write this novel i hope that you can enjoy please comment when there are grammatical error 


thanks!!!!!!!



Chaos circled all over the room, paper fly, screams bounce back and forth but still the man stand in his own principle. He knows what he likes and he know he had to fight his own father just to achieve it 

"I told you, this is not what I want! If you would just listen" 

"This is for your own good Marcelo!" his father screamed cutting him off 

"For ONCE! Just listen to me!" he said emphasizing the word once. 

Marcelo had always been a good son in the family. Even his relatives wants him because he know how to respect his parents. Unlike his brother who always does whatever he wants, Marcelo never did once disagree with his parents. For him, their happiness matters but he's been double thinking his choices in life these past few days. Does he really need to trade his own dream just for his parents to be happy? 

"You told us that you want us to be happy, seeing you become a CPA is our happiness Marcelo" his father uttered 

"And how about me? How about my happiness?" he said as he let the tears fall from his eyes 

"Don't you ever cry just because of this! For petes sake, you're a man! Act like you're one!" 

"So, what!? Now, I can't even cry because I'm a man? Dad! I'm HUMAN! I deserve to feel everything" he said emphasizing the word Human 

"A man, doesn't show any weakness" 

"Crying is not a sign of weakness!" he defended 

"Whatever! This argument is over. You will go to school right after I finish the damage you've made" 

"I told you this is not what I want! This is not my dream at all!" 

"This is your DREAM Marcelo! Remember that becoming a CPA is your one and only DREAM!" his father hissed 

"No! Don't ever forget Dad. This is the dream that you failed to achieve and so you're passing it to me. Becoming a CPA was never been my choice. You've already wasted the opportunities that I have, reprimanding me to enter some contest and such but always remember. I WILL become a professional dancer" he said emphasizing once again the word Will 

His father had it all and punch him straight into his face. He couldn't believe that he heard the word no from his own good son's mouth. This is the first time that Marcelo ever disagrees with his wishes. 

"Why are you acting like this huh!? Perhaps, you've been influenced by your friends" 

"Don't you EVER include my friends in this conversation" Marcelo hissed earning another punch from his dad 

"YOU'LL NEVER BECOME A PROFESSIONAL DANCER!" he screamed and walk out of the room. 

Right after his father was out of sight, his mother entered the room and hug him tight. Marcelo couldn't even react, it's true that he was hit only in the face but his whole body become numb that he doesn't even know what was going on anymore. 

"Oh, son. Your lips are swollen" her mother said bringing him back from reality 

Marcelo looked at her mom and gave her a smile. His mother was always been so supportive of him and even with his dream to become a professional dancer. But knowing that his family follows tradition, it's always just his father who made decisions for everyone. 

"I feel like I'm just a puppet" Marcelo mumbled 

"No, no, son. You are not a puppet. You're a human" his mother said caressing his face 

"Isn't he supposed to teach me how to fly? Why does it feel like his locking me up in a cage? I feel like a bird who forgot that it has wings" he said letting the other tears fall down his cheeks 

"Your Dad, he's not, he's not just used to hear your rejection. This is his dream after all" his mother explained 

"That's the point mom. Becoming a CPA is his dream and not mine." he said as tears overflow 

"Dreams are supposed to make you happy, but why does it feel like a nightmare for me. He just threw away another opportunity of mine. I was scouted by a very well-known professional dancer and now what!? He thought I declined the offer because of my old man's disapproval! Did he even know how many underground dancers are dying to be scouted by him? Dad doesn't know a single thing but he keeps making decision for everyone as if he is us!" he added 

Marcelo couldn't hold it anymore and walk out of the room, leaving her mom crying on the ground. It's just too much. He didn't realize it at first because he thought that it's for their own good. He never did understand why his brother always argue with his father. Not until now, that he experienced it himself. He's been living in a toxic environment where emotions are not valid and saying no is not even option. The patriarchal way suffocates him and made him nauseous, he feels disgusted just by his father's actions. Marcelo is always the person who tries to understand people. If they did something bad to him, there must have been a good valid reason why they were doing so. But this time, he can't think of a single valid reason on why he's father is acting like this. All he could think of is how selfish it is and how fool he was for letting his father do everything he wanted to do. 

If only he could be like his brother, but no. Ever since from the start, Marcelo knew that he could never go against his Dad. In fact, he was surprised as well when he realized he had a massive argument with his own father and that he was able to stand up for himself. Maybe it's because of the rage that he feels inside. Seeing your dream crumble right in front of you because of the same person who decided to brought you in this world just hit differently than when a stranger does it. The guy knew very well that the adults should be respected. But how could he respect someone who doesn't even respect him in the first place.

A story of a young girl who dream to become a Certified Public Accountant and find his prince charming

"You have the guts to kill the people of my cult! No one will be able to save you!"
A silhouette appeared from the jade. It seemed to be a scholar wearing a crown. The person had a long beard and appeared righteous.
His body was illusionary but it was forming quickly. He pointed at Fang Yuan and shouted, "Destroy!"
"Whoosh!"
There was a bright glow.
In mid-air, runes flashed and quickly flew towards Fang Yuan. Subsequently, they entered his forehead.
"Eh?"
In his actualised dream world, a gigantic word 'Destroy' appeared. As the word glowed, it brought with it the feel of destruction.
This scholar was extremely powerful and wanted to destroy Fang Yuan's spirit!
"8 Gates Sword Array, attack!"
After all, the actualised dream world was Fang Yuan's base. This was where all his power was and of course, he would have the advantage here.
Fang Yuan recalled the techniques of defence from the inheritance of Master Heartless. With a simple thought, the 8 Gates Sword Array shook and 8 sword essences flew up, trapping the glowing word. Smashing it downwards, the word crumbled into powder.
"If this was the real world, I would still not be able to use the 8 Gates Sword Array to its fullest potential. However, I can already execute the techniques of the array within the actualised dream world. If you are physically here, you might be able to kill me, but now, you are trying to kill me with just your incarnation?"
In the real world, Fang Yuan laughed and flicked his right index finger. Immediately, two swords flew out. "Water-Fire Dual Sword Array, Go!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two streaks of red and blue rose up into the sky and formed a small array which contained the scholar and Meng Lian within.
In the next moment, the water and fire sword essences exploded.
"Ahhh!"
Meng Lian exclaimed as a wound opened up at her chest.
"Guard!"
The scholar had to help his daughter and therefore split his energy to protect her.
There was a glow in his hands and a brush appeared. As he wrote in mid-air, he formed the word 'Guard'.
With a glitter, the word transformed into a shield which protected him and Meng Lian in within.
"Rumble!"
As soon as he completed his technique, a terrifying explosion broke out.
As the dust flew, it covered the sky like a mushroom cloud.
At the place where the explosion occurred, there was now a large hole. The government office was also affected and many were dead, but Fang Yuan was no longer to be seen.
"Adoptive father, why didn't you chase him?"
Meng Lian held her chest and her face was filled with hatred. Suddenly, her expression changed.
There were two sword scars on the scholar's body. His originally half-formed body had now become illusionary as though it would disappear anytime.
"Great sword skills! Great sword array!"
The scholar sighed. "This person is not only in the Illusionary Divine stage but has commendable combat skills. I believe that the only way to defeat him is to use our cult's protective technique. Lian'er, remember, don't be reckless!"
If his true self was here, he wouldn't have let him escape.
But now, there was nothing he could do.
He glanced at the government office which was in tatters and shook his head. "Let's go… If the highly skilled people from Da Qian were to surround us, it would be troublesome!"
"Alright!"
Meng Lian gritted her teeth. She had to admit that the failure of this mission had made her embarrassed.
"Fang Yuan? I'll remember you!"
…
At the outskirts of the district town, in the wilderness.
Fang Yuan spread out his arms like an eagle in flight and rushed out.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two streaks of light quickly flew towards him and entered his body.
In his actualised dream world, the Leaving Fire Sword and Rough Water Sword returned to their original positions but the glow from them had become dimmer.
"It seems that that scholar is indeed powerful."
Fang Yuan looked down. He quickly transferred his dream elemental force towards the spiritual swords, repairing them.
This was the advantage of being a dream soldier master.
Even though his weapon might be damaged, all he needed would be some time to repair it, which would be much simpler than when he was forming the swords.
If he could really form the 8 swords and form the sword array, he could attack continuously and the array could be utilised to its maximum potential.
"However… Looking at my current standards now, it seems that I am still no match for the Divine Lotus Cult!"
The killings which he had committed were purely due to the fact that they were looking for him and he had to retaliate. Even if he escaped, he would still be chased by them and therefore, he would rather take the initiative and kill as many enemies as he could.
Now that he had earned himself some time, it was different.
"I shall not return to the Qin Family, since I cannot be certain if I am being followed. Furthermore, looking at the cultivation levels of the Qin Siblings, if I were to get them involved in this, they would probably die like ants being stepped on…"
Fang Yuan came to a decision and decided to run as far as he could.
After all, there were 99 regions in Da Qian! He had been dwelling in the less populated regions and had yet to experience the wonderlands.
This was the perfect opportunity for him to explore.
"Looking at the hatred the Divine Lotus Sect have with the Imperial Court, I'm sure their influence would be the weakest at the capital…"
Fang Yuan rubbed his chin. "Of course… It is dangerous for me to be alone. I need to find a backing…"
He arrived at a river and executed the Turtle Aura Technique before freezing the water beneath to form a small icy mountain. He then trapped himself within and dived into the river, allowing the river stream to carry him along.
At the same time, Fang Yuan entered the Dream Realm.
…
"Feng Xinzi!"
He took out his inscription plate and sent out a message.
"Brother, you're just in time. In a day's time, I will prepare for a makeover in preparation for making the pill!"
Feng Xinzi's symbol shook and replied almost instantaneously. "What's up, brother?"
"I have been targeted by the Divine Lotus Cult. Can I get protection if I join the Realm Alliance?"
Fang Yuan was honest and enquired directly.
"You are interested in joining the Realm Alliance? That's great! Wait for me…"
In the next moment, Feng Xinzi's figure appeared in the Dream Realm with a look of joy on his face. "It is a wise choice to choose us!"
"I hope so!"
Fang Yuan rubbed his nose.
He had a rough understanding of the 5 organisations of the Dream Realm.
The Evil Divine Sect and the Divine Lotus Cult were both evil sects with a bad reputation. On the other hand, there were too many restrictions to join Baize Mountain, while the Source Seeking Sect was filled with crazy people.
Thinking about it, he realised that the Realm Alliance was the only one with the least restrictions and the least requirements.
"Let me warn you beforehand. Previously, the Divine Lotus Cult had looked for me and we had a big fight. I had even killed some of their people!"
Fang Yuan was honest.
"Brother, you're really… decisive!"
Feng Xinzi let out a bitter laugh and continued. "Are there dream masters among people you have killed?"
"Nope. Only a few Grandmasters and a spiritual knight. Meng Lian had sustained a few injuries!"
Fang Yuan reported.
"Then that is no problem at all!"
Feng Xinzi sighed. "To the Divine Lotus Cult, Grandmasters and spiritual knights are just servants and they could easily be replaced by new people. Furthermore, this was the test period of the reserved Divine Lady. Your actions might be welcomed by the other reserved Divine Ladies!"
"However, these reserved Divine Ladies all have a Divine Lotus Print to protect them and other countless magical equipment and yet, you can still hurt her…"
Feng Xinzi nodded his head. "It seems like your abilities are beyond my expectation! Follow me!"
He brought Fang Yuan to a dead end of the Dream Realm.
As the fog dissipated, a green mountain appeared and there seemed to be people on the mountain.
"This is the headquarters of the Realm Alliance in the dream world!"
Feng Xinzi dissipated the pill essence which covered him and brought Fang Yuan along a path of stone steps. Not long after, they arrived at a stone square.
What surprised Fang Yuan was that there was a similar mission rock tablet in the middle of the square. Words were inscribed on the rock tablet and huge amounts of information flashed across.
"This is a special feature provided by the Realm Spirit to the 5 big organisations. The function of this rock tablet is exactly the same as the one in the Dream Realm. On it are mostly the missions specific to the Realm Alliance. The rewards for the missions here are greater and there are some classified pieces of information provided from the tablet as well, including information regarding the use of karma…"
As Feng Xinzi spoke, he brought Fang Yuan to a rock palace and into a room. "Elder Smelter, greetings to you!"
"Haha… You wouldn't come here without any rhyme or reason. Come in!"
The doors slowly opened by themselves.
It was extremely spacious inside and at the four corners, there were many pools of different colour, including red, purple, blue, green, white… Different coloured flames were burning brilliantly but no heat was felt from the flames.
In the middle of the palace, there was a rock bed and on it was a person crossing his legs. He was a short person and his eyebrows were red. He had a compassionate look and smiled as he saw the both of them.
As he looked at him, Fang Yuan was shocked and could feel that he was being seen through. Immediately, he knew that this person was a high-tiered dream master which was much more powerful than him. "Greetings, senior!"
"Fang Yuan, Venerable Smelter is the elder of the Realm Alliance. He is at the 7th Tier of the Illusionary Divine stage!"
At Fang Yuan's ears, he could hear Feng Xinzi's voice as he introduced to him the person in front.
Although the 7th Tier Illusionary Divine stage was not the Prominent Divine Stage yet, the combat powers were similar! He was a powerful person, even among everyone in Da Qian Empire.
"Keke, no need for formalities. You are Fang Yuan, and you wish to join the alliance?"
Elder Smelter chuckled. "You're good! You're not even 30 and yet you have already achieved the 2nd Tier of the Illusionary Divine stage, hmmm… You have the vibes of a magical soldier. Are you on the path to becoming a dream soldier master?"
"That's right! Elder Smelter, you're good!"
Fang Yuan bowed and replied.
At this point in time, Feng Xinzi started to explain the situation Fang Yuan was in. Elder Smelter laughed. "It's just a few slaves of the Divine Lotus Cult! That's nothing… our Realm Alliance is still capable of giving you protection from them. As for Lin Qianye from the Thousand Year Mountain… Hehe, this person is crazy! He even dared to kill a dream master previously. He is just seeking is death! Little Fang, don't you worry. It is a coincidence that I am in the North. Wait for me and I shall help you take your revenge!"
Venerable Smelter had a personality similar to fire. As he exclaimed, he looked at Fang Yuan, impressed.
"Considering your age and cultivation, you are indeed a talent. If you join the Realm Alliance, you can have the rights of Two Leaves. Feng Xinzi, see that it is done!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Both of them took a bow once more and were dismissed from the hall.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

The students were all in shock.
The carnage that was laid out before them completely went against what they were capable of. They wanted to cover and protect him? They were unsure if he would be OK if they left him? These thoughts were crushed after this display of power. Even the supervisors were in shock as to what had just happened. Before they could even react or announce the 'winners', the young man that had caused all this havoc had already wandered off and left the field.

He ran through the courtyard of the Academy to the entrance. From there he went left towards a large forest. He didn't actually know where he was going; only following the instructions he was told. To go to the edge of the forest.

Through an associate of his, he was introduced to a man in black armor. The armored man said that he wanted to help him reach new heights. But only after he could clear his requirements and impress him. Next thing he knew, he was on a battlefield with a bunch of Academy trainees. Not that he was unfamiliar with battles.

He had grown up as a young boy filled with potential. He was extremely intelligent and bright, getting top grades in his exams, studied abroad, even having self taught himself another language. And yet against expectations, he chose a different route.
He became a Magic-Channeller. Many looked down on the unrefined explosiveness of Magic-Channellers, a magic form that was birthed on the streets by commoners. There was a heavy stigma attached to it. On one side, there were those that looked down on this usage of power. It was frowned upon as a savage way of battling.
And then there were those that believed that it was a pure, raw and real form of expression. One that shouldn't be tamed or restricted. And shouldn't be tainted by the nobles.

The young man knew that the man in black armor was most likely a noble. Underground Magic-Channeller's looked down on how the nobles used their magic. The nobles created a system that trapped Adepts. Where they would be turned into symbols and figures to push forward agendas or distract and entertain the public.
The Eidos.
This was a big issue for the Magic-Channellers as the magic form was originally created to protect the common people, to be a way to resist the struggle. So those that were used by nobles were often seen as a disgrace.

But even though the young man knew and understood these things, he couldn't help feeling that the black armored man wasn't a normal noble. There was more to him than meets the eye. The young man wanted to see and decide things for himself, so he rushed to the forest. He shook his head as he ran to disperse these thoughts. He saw two figures at the edge of the forest so he made his way towards them.

When he arrived, he saw that one of the figures was the black armored man who was holding and cleaning his glasses.
Next to him was a familiar face to the young man. He smiled and bowed.
"Pdogg hyungnim! It is good to see you again."

Pdogg was a Power Designer that had originally introduced the young man to the black armored man.

Power Designers, or PD's, weren't particularly adept at fighting, but battles would be hard to win without them. They designed the gear that Adepts used in battle while also creating new ways for them to unleash their abilities. They also helped them gain access to new powers and energies. 

There were different types of Power Designers: Rune Scribes, Word Smiths and Weapon Masters.
Since Magic-Channellers usually created their own ways of using their magic, most Spirit-Callers gained access and were able to control their powers through the help of Word Smiths. Whereas Battle Mages manifested their powers on them, Magic-Channellers and Spirit Callers needed to speak their powers into existence. As Words held power, Word Smiths would craft and strengthen Words to infuse with the innate energy within artists. Most Magic-Channellers were Word Smiths as their power would often be a result of their mastery in crafting Words. Spirit-Callers often had Word Smiths that equipped them to pull out their powers.

Rune Scribes were responsible for the balance of energies. They created Runes that Spirit Callers, Battle Mages and Magic-Channellers could use to harness, control and direct their magic. Magic had a rhythm and a frequency that Runes helped Adept's tap into.

And Weapon Masters were the goals of true Battle Mages. They designed battle formations, developed fighting techniques and worked to help teams fight together as a single unit. Battle Mages were all taught by Weapon Masters and equipped by them to fight.

The young man greatly respected PD's like Pdogg. He himself was a Word Smith, naturally from being an Underground Magic-Channeller. Pdogg smiled and nodded in response. He gestured towards the armored man in front of him. The young man understood and faced the armored man.

"Greetings Senior. I am Kim Namjoon. Underground Magic-Channeller and Word Smith. Codename: RM."

The man in the black armor smiled as he pushed his glasses up his nose and nodded in reply.

"My name is Bang Si-Hyuk. Although you can just call me Bang Pd-nim. And from here on out, you are my student."

Namjoon was stunned.
Bang Si-Hyuk? Hitman Bang? The Hitman? He was one of the greatest Power Designers in Anima. Known for pushing many Adepts and Eidos to the top. Everything he created being used to produce successful results time and time again, thus giving him the "Hitman" moniker. He previously worked for one of the big three Academies before going off to start his own Academy. Is that where he was going? Would he be learning from someone of this calibre? Is that what he meant when he said student? Namjoon knew he was going back into his bad habit of over thinking and hastily bowed again in response.
"Thank you Senior!"

Hitman Bang simply smiled; he was starting to like this kid. And from his display earlier, he had a lot of power, skill and potential. This young man held something in him that stood out to the great Power Designer. He knew that if nurtured and pushed, he could do something truly significant. But to do so he would need a team. One that could balance and support each other. All striving forward. Hitman Bang looked at Namjoon like he was a golden ticket.
"I have a proposition for you. I want to build a team, with you in it. If you promise to give your all and push forward with everything you have, I promise to equip, empower you and teach you to go further than you could possibly think. I have a dream, and I believe you will be key part in making that dream a reality. In return, I will do everything in my power to make your dream a reality."

Namjoon felt the weight of his words. That was a huge promise. A team like no other? How far was Bang expecting him to go? How far could he go? He would help to fulfil his dream. What was his dream? What did he want? Questions flew around Namjoons head as he quietly processed this offer. Hitman saw the young man's hesitation.
"So, do you accept? If you don't have a dream, I'll be here to help you find one. I want to guide you to your path. Do we have a deal?"
He looked at the silver crest on his hand. He wanted to go further, be better. For the first time since meeting him, he finally resolved himself to look Hitman Bang in the eye.
"Deal."

7 boys with unique cultivation paths brought together by fate to overthrow a corrupt government. 
Inspired and based on the KPOP idols, BTS!!

I originally planned to post a chapter a day, but life is busy. So my chapter releases may be a little sporadic as I will write when I have the time. Sorry about that.

The book cover is not my art.

"I heard that it is a kind of witchcraft?"

Li Ang has a black line in his head. He doesn't know how to explain this topic. He wants to let foreigners know what Chinese medicine is. I am afraid that if you say three days and three nights, they will still be completely forced. Finally, they will ask. In a word, this is Bonita Arango Miss.

Li Ang sent Bonita Arango Miss back to the apartment, just sent home, there is no bridge that has many dogs.

However, when he left, Li Ang hesitated and said, "Arango Miss, let me give you a prescription. You can take this prescription to the China pharmacy in Chinatown and ask them to take medicine for you. For you – well, there is healing and relief for that."

"Are you a Witch Doctor?" Bonita Arango asked with surprise.

"It's Chinese medicine." Li Ang shrugged, and it seemed that the other person still didn't believe it. Then forget it, he turned and left.

"Wait a minute." Just as Li Ang was about to turn and leave, Bonita Arango shouted. "Is it paper and pen? Is it a pen? A ballpoint pen? A pen? Is the effect of different pen castings different?"

"As long as it is, paper and pen, you can." Li Ang said in one word and a word, with a stubborn smile on his face.

"Xiangfu, dried tangerine peel, rose flowers, Ai Ye each five money, decoction; boy child mother grass a five-point money, water bitter one or two, Ai Ye, black medicine, white 芍 three money, angelica five money, safflower two money. Li Ang wrote on a piece of paper.

Bonita Arango looked at the man. At this time, she did not doubt that Li Ang was a doctor. She looked at Li Ang, who was seriously written, and was slightly fascinated. The serious man was the most charming.

"Okay." Li Ang handed the prescription to Bonita Arango. "You take this to the Chinese pharmacy, they will give you the medicine." Here, Li Ang is on another piece of paper, using Spanish. Written, "Every time before the menstruation comes three stickers, one month will work."

The prescription is Chinese, and the precautions are Spanish.

"Your words are beautiful," Bonita Arango praised. "Although I can't read your words, it looks so beautiful, and I have never seen a person writing Spain text so beautiful."

"Thank you." Li Ang smiled and responded. As a traditional Chinese medicine family, writing a good hand is the first and foremost condition. If the word is like a person, this is not a fake. The word can be self-cultivating and remove the impetuous temper. Li Ang's nature is not so calm. When he was upset and confused, he used his own words to calm himself down.

Li Ang left without saying that Bonita Arango invited Li Ang to enter the room to have a cup of coffee and talk about life. Does this also mean that these two people are more self-disciplined?

Going back to his apartment, Li Ang is resting on the couch, and he has one thing in his heart. He has always been a little upset.

That is, after winning the game with Barcelona, ​​he has been trying to contact the system with his mind, but he has not received a response.

What's wrong? System Still not awake? Isn't it true that winning the game with Barcelona will the system wake up?

At this time, an idea came out of my mind.

"Common with Bonita Arango, trigger the mission, trigger the mission… This is a very important task, it matters, you must pay attention, be sure to pay attention."

Hearing this broken thought, Li Ang was shocked first, then overjoyed, this is the system awakened, the real system wakes up, the system that claims to be the dream Mr. wakes up.

The bottom of the 25 chapter pyramid and the spire!

"Hey, is that you?"

"it's me!"

"Are you really awake?"

"Yes, I woke up, thank you for your hard work, you saved me, I will be grateful to you."

"That, you are the system, can you not talk like this?"

"Do you want me to be the cold electronic sound?"

"Oh, okay, keep your style." Li Ang touched his nose.

This is his communication with the waking system.

"And, I hope you can call me a dream Mr.."

"why?"

"I like this title, this system is born because of dreams, so I think –"

"Okay, system, hey, dream Mr., I know, I will pay attention." Li Ang quickly surrendered, he still has too many questions, too much puzzled, need to be with this dream Mr. Communicate, don't toss and waste time on this so-called title.

"So, is this rescue mission a success?"

"Of course, otherwise I will continue to sleep and sleep forever."

"Is there any special reward?" Li Ang asked, although the temporary system said that there was no bonus for this rescue mission, but he still did not give up, still a little expectation, life, not just looking forward to Is that a little surprise?

"Yes."

"what?"

"Special rewards: Harvest 100 experience points, already counted in the experience system." Li Ang received this prompt.

"100 experience points." Li Ang is very curious now, this experience value plays a role in the upgrade, that is, how much experience value is needed to upgrade.

After communication, Li Ang has also learned that this experience reward is not used to upgrade himself, but to upgrade this "dream system". Generally speaking, the experience value of the medical system can be used to upgrade the medical system. The experience value of the football system can be used to upgrade the football system. That is to say, the two branches of the two-way system are independently developed, but close Contact, if necessary, the experience values ​​of both parties can be interchanged, which is universal. Of course, this requires an application to the system. Li Ang has a flat mouth and wants to pay a price.

"When the level reaches a certain level, there is no need to pay extra for the experience value exchange," explains Dream System.

"So, if I want to implement experience value swapping at this stage, what do I need to do?" Li Ang asked a key question.

"Square missions. There will be random spurt missions. The completion of missions is not only rewarded by missions, but also allows for the conversion of experience values."

This is a story about the pursuit of victory. “You just need to keep in mind that here, I am the most important person!” – Li Ang the authority of the head coach is not to be challenged. This is something that all people must realize. Some people hate me, and some people worship me crazy. I am Li Ang, this is my story, a story about dreams and conquests

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