“Primum non nocere.” 
First, do no harm. - Hippocrates
Zheng Ren—an ordinary general surgeon in a cruel medical world whose efforts went unnoticed. His struggles are real…until he is blessed with a system and gifted with skills that exceeded even the best surgeons in the world. Alone in the world with no one to depend on, Zheng Ren uses his exceptional gift to challenge the skepticism of his colleagues and save lives.

"How do you know about him?" Akira asked all surprised.
"Akira, my dear, do you think I would leave any options unexplored? Dr. Oshana had already sent all my reports to Dr. Nelson for his second opinion. She always obtains a second opinion from him after getting results from any of my tests. So rest assured. You do not have to worry about all this."
"She did?"
"Yes. She is a very diligent doctor and very down to earth. She doesn't hesitate to take a second opinion unlike other doctors who take it up to their egos."
"I see."
Akira heard him, but somehow she couldn't digest the fact that Dr. Oshana would have done such a thing because when she had shared the reports of Raymond to Dr. Nelson he was genuinely interested and was scanning the pages like he was checking an entirely new case for the very first time.
Then she also recollected how Oshana called him towards her seating area, to show him some more reports of Raymond to distract him away from her. And while they were coming back to the hotel together, Dr. Nelson said only positive things about the report. So no way it was possible that he had seen them before, but she had no sure way of knowing it.
So she couldn't understand what was going on.
Either Dr. Nelson didn't recollect seeing Raymond's reports earlier or maybe he was never given those reports in the first place. Either way, Akira knew that she had to find out the truth and the only way to know it was to contact Dr. Nelson.
"Akira !!! Are you there?"
"Yeah, I... I am here."
"Don't overthink about this Akira. I cannot change the situation that I am in right now, but I promise you that even though we don't have eternity, I will still try my best to give you all the happiness that you deserve. So just trust me on this and let this phase be over. I cannot live under this thought that keeps me haunting forever. I cannot even sleep peacefully, just worrying about you, wanting to know if you are safe if you are ok. If anything happens to you because of me, I cannot live Akira."
"Nothing will happen to me, Raymond. Nothing. I have you by my side and you are my biggest strength. So just close your eyes and lie down on the bed and imagine that you are hugging me tightly. And..."
"And?"
"And... maybe you give a goodnight kiss and put me to sleep."
"Huh...."
"What?"
"You really think if you are there with me in my bedroom, on my bed, I would just hug you and give you a goodnight kiss?"
"I just..."
"Akira !!! Don't you think we are way past that stage? Don't you think you can talk to me about what your heart desires? Don't you think you can tell me the way you want to be loved?"
Hearing those words, Akira could neither blink nor breathe.
A strange commotion was there in her body, like a sudden surge of weird energy that was captivating her soul. maybe it was his voice, maybe it was the effect of his words, nevertheless, the hunger inside of her started revealing his face.
Gulping and gasping over the phone she said,
"Am I meeting you tomorrow night at 7 pm at Antialla?"
"Yes, you are."
"Will you... dance with me tomorrow?"
"No... I am just going to teach you how."
"But why?"
"Because I am in a mood for teasing."
"You what?"
"Instant gratification !!! Is that what you want from me? Then you are to be disappointed", he said with a chuckle in his voice.
"When did I ask for that?"
"You didn't, but your heart and your mind did."
"That's quite presumptuous of you Mr. Raymond. Don't you think so?"
"Ahh... what to do? Girls are always smitten with my aura."
Hearing this line of his, Akira suddenly realized that in the dance class tomorrow there would be other girls as well and somehow the thought of Raymond teaching them how to dance was intolerable for her.
So she blurted it out,
"Don't you dare ogle at any other woman there. Touching and dancing with them is out of your syllabus."
Laughing at her naive jealousy, Raymond asked,
"Then how am I supposed to teach my students?"
"Just do the damn demo on me and ask them to follow. What weird choice of life have you made. You could have better been the janitor at the studio and I would have come to dance there. It would have been simpler. Why did you have to be the instructor."
"Wao Akira, a janitor huh... Then would they have allowed a janitor to touch and explore a woman's body? Would they have allowed me to tease you by lifting your dress inch by inch? Would I have been able to run my fingers on your hot warm skin? Tell me?"


[Warning: This novel has mature content. Reader's discretion advised]

Gazing at the Starbucks cafe at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again. Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but then she stumbled and bumped against someone. 

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him. 

"Jesus Christ", he muttered. 

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and all that she could utter was, "I knew you would come back for me Raymond". She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him but he blocked her with his hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else."

"What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancee," she said and stretched her hand showing the ring.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said, 

"Miss please, I am already a married man."

And then he silently walked away.

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I had hardly gotten off the stage when I noticed the massive commotion at the other end of the gymnasium.
"What's going on?" I asked Nelson when I reached him. Even though he was glancing in the direction of the furor, he had opted to patiently wait for me instead.
"King versus Queen," he replied simply. He didn't need to elaborate. I immediately knew what he was talking about.
The match between Arnold and Wintry was about to begin.
"Let's go," I said, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. Nelson nodded, but unlike me he seemed more anxious than enthusiastic.
"The outcome of this duel will probably decide the fate of us weaker students." He paused, then grinned at me. "You probably don't have to worry, though."
"Hey…your fate is the same as mine. And besides, I just proved that your power is not a garbage power." I jabbed a finger into his chest. "There's no such thing as useless abilities. It all depends on how you use it."
"…I'll do my best."
Nelson had no excuses to offer, now that he had seen me demonstrate a good use of his ability. Indeed, he had straightened up and was looking more determined than ever. Clenching his fists, he turned his head slightly toward me.
"But it's not enough."
"You're still not satisfied? You want another demonstration?"
I was trying to suppress my impatience and irritation at his audacity. Then he surprised me by shaking his head.
"No, not demonstration. I want you to teach me martial arts. Or at least tell me where you learn them from. Was it a dojo? I'll sign up immediately."
"I learned them from my dad," I replied. "If you don't mind, I'll introduce you to him one day and he'll teach you."
"I'm looking forward to it then!"
We hurried toward the stage where the King versus Queen Match was taking place. Unsurprisingly, the entire place was packed to the brim. The spectators were almost crushed against each other, and there was no place to sit. People were actually standing on the seats, craning their necks and trying to watch the battle.
"Finally…the battle we've been waiting for!"
For some reason, there was a commentator who showed up, and she was commenting on a microphone. Why, I had no idea. Apparently this match was so huge and significant that these dudes thought it was imperative to cover it with a commentary.
"First, we have the Ice Queen from this side – and she is right on track to be this year's Queen! Introducing Wintry, the glacially cold, beautiful Queen of Ice! She has won all of her matches so far, including a duel against her biggest rival for the position of Queen, Stella!"
Everyone cheered, clapping their hands. Even the girls were mesmerized by her elegance and beauty. Unaffected, Wintry strode to her side of the stage and stood tall and majestically. She ran a hand through her long, silky black hair, and placed her other hand on her hip while she ignored the cheers and applause.
"Opposite her is the reigning King of Xavier Academy…the terrifying Thunder King and the current president of the student council. He is also presently the number one on the student ranking list. His power is so mind-numbing that he can take you out before you know it. Will he be able to defend his throne this year as well? Give it up for…Arnold!"
"OOOOH!"
Slowly strolling across the stage, Arnold looked relaxed. However, his calm posture was a deception. Lightning crackled and danced around his body, wreathing his magnificent figure in a golden, electric aura.
"Will he strike down his opponent with a single thunderbolt, as before? Having advanced to the best four at the national tournament last year…he has also won all his matches in the school tournament thus far. This might be his last year as King before he graduates next year!"
"NOOOO!!!!"
Evidently Arnold was a popular leader. Everyone, particularly the girls, looked dismayed when the commentator reminded them of that grim fact.
Both combatants stood opposite each other, somewhere near the middle of the arena, yet maintaining a safe distance from each other. The flashing holographic lights dazzled the spectators, but they continued to cheer boisterously as their eyes remained upon the two majestic figures on the stage below.
Truly fitting of their royal titles…the King and the Queen, radiating an elite air of nobility and regal power. The two of them were the pinnacle of the students in Xavier Academy…the very best…the cream of the crop. Even among the strongest, these two were leagues apart.
"The outcome of today's match will decide who takes the position of President, and who takes the position of Vice-president. The winner, regardless of gender, will be in the driving seat of the student council. The defeated will – as agreed – provide his or her full support, without any grudge or resentment. Both parties have consented to this, with a formal signature!"
The commentator flashed a holographic window featuring the document that bore both of their signatures.
"Whoa, so they already took for granted and confirmed that these two will be the King and Queen, huh?" I asked dryly. Honestly, even though I knew it was highly unlikely, I personally thought they could wait until the tournament was over before they officially swore these two in as our two top leaders. It felt insulting to the rest of the students.
"Can't be helped. I don't think there's anyone else left to challenge them. All the top twenty have challenged one or the other, and all have fallen. The only matchup left is between the two of them."
Nelson had clearly done his homework. I sighed and nodded.
Lightning continued to crackle and growl around Arnold, illuminating his part of the stage momentarily as the lights went dim for dramatic effect. Watching him, Wintry smiled coldly.
"I see. As I thought, your strength really is on a completely different level."
Her smile widened.
"But that's precisely why it will be worth defeating you."
In a single, elegant stroke, she swung her hand and froze an exquisitely crafted ice sword from thin air, and slashed the space between them, causing white fog to billow outward.
"You think you can dethrone me?" Arnold smirked. "How naïve."
Thunder roared as he raised both of his hands above his head. Electricity crackled and snarled between his palms, and rapidly coalesced into a long, thin and curved form. Flicking his right hand out, Arnold snatched the newly materialized katana from the air and twirled it. In that same single motion, he reversed the blade and slid it past his waist before lowering his stance, almost as if he was preparing for an iai, or a sword draw.
The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, waiting tensely for the signal. As they did so, Wintry's blue eyes narrowed.
"This is the best time to see how far I've advanced over the last year…and to see if I'm finally ready to seize the position of number from you, my dear senior."
"You're welcome to try it, my cute junior," Arnold responded evenly.
The referee, who was once again Jeff (probably because the comic artist couldn't be bothered to design and draw a new character, and the animation studio couldn't afford an extra voice actor), blew his whistle and swung down his arm simultaneously.
The screams and bellows of the boisterous crowd grew louder.
For a moment, neither moved. They maintained their stances and positions, staying stationary on the stage and merely eyeing each other.
"Neither of them are moving!" the commentator was going wild, despite the fact that nothing was happening. "They must be waiting to see how the other party will move. A very reactive and defensive strategy for the both of them! After all, all it takes is one reckless move and it might mean the difference between victory and defeat! With an opponent of such caliber, whoever moves carelessly will lose!"
In other words, nothing was happening, and the King and Queen were having a romantic staring contest. How very spectacular.
"Why aren't any of them moving?" Brentwood demanded. I raised an eyebrow and glanced in his direction. Apparently he had brought his gang along, and the five of them were pressed against each other nearby, jostling with the crowd. They were near enough to overhear my explanation, if I deigned to offer one.
"I know for sure that Wintry will not make the first move…or at least she prefers not to."
"Why?" Nelson asked, puzzled.
"Because of Arnold's lightning technique," I replied, pushing my glasses up my nose. My lenses gleamed in the dark and I smiled. "He's practically invincible in close range. Especially with that sword he summoned…he can literally cut through lightning…though in practical terms it's more like his katana strikes out with the speed of lightning and the power of a thunderbolt. The Thunder King…whenever he unleashes that technique, he wins his match without fail. That's how he climbed his way up to become the King of Xavier Academy. A terrifying iai that's capable of cutting through almost any defense and blowing any opponent away with its sheer destructive power. Anyone reckless enough to charge in and engage him in close range will undoubtedly lose."
"I see."
"Well, if she can't engage him in close range, then why can't she use long range spells? The Ice Queen can shoot icicles from a distance, right?"
"What do you think she has been doing all this while?" I asked dryly. "Did you think she was just standing there having a staring contest with Arnold? No…all this time while they were staring each other down, she was drawing upon the water in the atmosphere."
And now her trick was complete. With a swipe of her rapier, Wintry unleashed a gigantic icicle at Arnold, the frozen projectile streaking forward at blinding speed.
Arnold cleaved it apart. Sparks exploded from his curved blade and his lightning whipped forward, but Wintry cleverly stayed out of range. Instead, she jumped back and landed in a kneeling position, then plunged her sword into the ground.
The entire stage froze over, the ground turning into ice. Arnold narrowed his eyes, but his body seemed to move automatically, effortlessly dodging the expanding glacial layer and gliding across its uneven surface without slipping.
Wintry scowled, but she remained undaunted, hurling a barrage of icicles in Arnold's direction. His body flashed golden once more, lightning continuing to wreathe him in a brilliant aura, and he almost seemed to vanish. Like an electric bullet, he weaved through the hail of deadly icicles and sought to close in on the desperately retreating Wintry.
"He's good!" Wintry realized, suppressing her alarm and calmly slicing through a lightning bolt that Arnold launched in her direction as part of his counterattack when he realized he wasn't going to catch up. "He evaded, and then immediately counterattacked even from such a long distance…with such flawless precision too…"
She stumbled back as she cleaved through the thunderbolt and spun gracefully to reduce the impact, almost like a ballerina. She then held her rapier up defensively, her eyes shifting to track the darting golden figure of her opponent.
"But I expected as much. I knew he would be the strongest opponent I would ever face."
By now Arnold had skidded to a stop, sending fragments of ice scattering across the air from the great impact his feet made against the artificial tundra. He sent several more lightning bolts toward Wintry, but the black-haired beauty merely conjured several ice walls to deflect the lethal electricity. Taking a deep breath, she then countered by stabbing the ice with her rapier.
This time, massive icicle spikes erupted from the frozen ground, each and every one of them seeking to impale Arnold. The Thunder King was already on the move, instinctively leaping from one spot to another, and avoiding the deadly icicles by just a hair's breadth. Lightning continued to dance around his figure as he sped up, smashing the pursuing icicles to crystalline bits.
Flicking his katana relentlessly, he sent devastating bolts of lightning across the battlefield, smashing each and every ice barrier that Wintry desperately conjured. The black-haired girl found herself pushed back by the imposing lightning user, and she flinched as each bolt hammered closer and closer toward her position.
"Ugh…I can't take any more of this…!"
Making use of the web of lightning that he hurled forward as cover, Arnold seized the chance to close in on the flailing Ice Queen, his sword flashing outward to deliver the finishing blow.
Clang!
Ice shattered all over the place as Arnold barreled through glacial walls, but he calmly skidded to a stop, his sword back at his side. He glanced around to track down Wintry, but realized that he was momentarily immobilized.
"?!"
Glancing down, Arnold realized why he couldn't budge. At some point of time, his feet was locked entirely in ice, and he couldn't break free. While he increased the intensity of his lightning to obliterate the icy restraints, Wintry appeared high above him, her rapier raised.
Careful not to get within range of her opponent's katana, Wintry swung her sword down and crushed him with a gigantic iceberg. Fog and frost billowed and expanded outward, engulfing the entire stage within seconds and blocking the view of everyone.
Thanks to my glasses, I could see through the fog via infrared and other hi-tech sensors. Scanning the inside of the fog, I caught sight of Wintry landing several meters away from the crash site. Straightening herself, she smirked.
"I've won this match."
"Not yet," I murmured with a shake of my head. Turning toward Arnold's last known position, which was now buried under a colossal chunk of ice, I chewed my lip. "Underestimate the King, and you'll pay dearly for it."
Not that Wintry could hear my advice from all the way here…

Today, Old Master Lu was very happy. It could be said that all his gloominess from before had been swept away. Initially, he had been terrified to have taken on such a horrible form. Although he had told everyone he was an ice-cream, he had known exactly what sort of creature he looked like in his heart.
Everyone in the surroundings had been mocking him, telling him to evolve into a pile of shit...or simply a bag of fertilizer.
Truthfully speaking, in this game that didn't allow one to delete their accounts regardless of what they evolved into, he wasn't able to accept it!
After spending his time in agony for two days, he finally gathered the courage and went to ask the instructor as to what he would evolve into. In the end, when he moved nearer to the instructor, the overlord next to her already pointed at him and cried out in alarm, "Feathers, a ball of feathers!"
At that moment, his heart turned cold!
But in the end, the instructor's next sentence was that he was a phoenix seed. Upon hearing that, he suddenly felt joy as though he just struck the lottery!
Until now, he was still feeling dizzy.
(I am an awesome phoenix?)
(Wahahaha, as expected...the heavens help those who help themselves!)
(Didn't I say that I've been attracting online traffic every day with my posts for the game. Even if I didn't get any credit for it, I did still work hard, right? How can the game bear to let me evolve into shit?)
He, who was still lost in excitement and happiness, suddenly received an email from the official game station.
"Dear player [My ancestor Old Master Lu didn't Cheat]. Hello, firstly, the game's backstage staff want to thank you for your selfless promotion of the game. Through the discussion of the work team, in order to thank you for your support, we gave you a special reward, granting you the bloodline of a hidden job. You should have already received it in game. But yesterday, the game's A.I. reported that all the elf players displayed immense dissatisfaction toward you possessing a hidden job. Hence, we hope that you could write another article regarding the strategy guide about the benefits of ordinary elf jobs to placate them. As for the information needed, we have already sent it to your email. In the future, the work team will give you remuneration according to the effects of your guide. We also hope that you can continue to support our game. Thank you!"
Signing off: Xiye Game Studio, sincerely wishing you well.
After receiving the email, Old Master Lu was stunned for some time. He then shouted in excitement, "As expected!!"
After that, he read through the content of the email many times, tears flowing down his face. As expected, his hard work wasn't wasted. The game studio truly had a conscience. His ancestor must be blessing him, allowing him to acquire a hidden job.
When he thought of this, he hurriedly replied to the email.
"Hello to every boss in the gaming studio. Firstly, I am really very honored to be able to receive the recognition of the official game station. Being able to write for such a wonderful game product, it's really my, Lu Xiaowei's, glory to be able to do so. The humble me appreciates and admires the efforts of the work team very much. Such an era-crossing game yet still choosing to treat the players so well. In addition, there are no moods to purchase anything in-game at all, resulting in the loss of a source of income for the gaming studio. I'm really very impressed by the work team's far-sighted strategy and will definitely do my very best to promote the game. I'll give all my meager strength to do so, and there's no need for your side to mention anything about remuneration. Lastly, I'm very thankful for the work team to grant me a hidden job. I wholeheartedly wish for [Star Ocean] to be popular, becoming a wondrous divine work that would never die off!"
Old Master Lu glanced at the email he wrote. After looking through a few times, he then carefully hit the reply button. He didn't expect his actions to be able to gain the notice of the official game station. This was truly a huge surprise. The excited him hurriedly tactfully declined the mention of remuneration.
He didn't care about this bit of remuneration. The cafes of his Lu Clan were extremely prosperous back in the time of his ancestor. Although the business had declined a lot when it came to his generation, he still wasn't thinking much for this bit of remuneration. Comparatively, he regarded the business value of this game much more highly.
Right now, the game showed no signs of earning any income by creating an in-game store. Since this was the case, this meant it was most probably planning to go for the gift card system, a one-time fee or a monthly fee system!
What did this represent?
This represented a huge business opportunity for the players.
As for charging a fee for in-game items, those p2w players wouldn't mind mindlessly throwing money at the game station. But then the space where top-quality players could perform would become very limited. If the balance of the in-game store was not that good, there was basically no space for normal players to perform. But if this game adopted the game style of [Titan], which implemented a one-time fee, things would be different!
Everyone would be on the same starting line. In that case, players who had spent a large amount of time and energy would have the advantage. This would also be fair as top-quality players had an even larger space to perform!
Originally, he felt that he no longer had an opportunity to make his ancestor's former glory to re-appear as he missed the starting phase of [Titan]. Yet, he didn't expect that he would encounter another divine work like [Star Ocean] in his robust years, and he even received such preferential treatment. This time around, if he couldn't succeed, he would truly have wasted the bloodline of his clan!
After all, his ancestor was a man who could go head-to-head with the number one mid-laner, FAKER, of the league of legends back then and boasted of a 50% win-rate against him. So, as his descendant, how could Old Master Lu's talent be weak?
When he thought of this, Old Master Lu grew increasingly emotional. He drew in a deep breath and opened up the information that the official game station had sent to him. He was preparing to use the information and write a good article. Maybe, they would then give him some good items in-game to reward him. This was a rare-to-come by backdoor chance; hence, he had to do this well.
Moreover, his hidden job was truly too ostentatious. Humans wouldn't worry about scarcity but uneven distribution. This hidden job of his would easily arouse jealousy in others. By writing this article well, he could lower the risks for himself.
Hence, he concentrated and read through the information. This read actually caused him to tremble. The system of this game was not ordinarily huge. If it wasn't because the game's performance in the early phase was so good, he even doubted if the game system could sustain balance when so many complex jobs were introduced. Just the elf race alone had so many jobs. There was even a note in the email saying that there would be even more races to choose from for new players in the future!
The more he thought about it, the higher the anticipation he felt in his heart for the game's later phase!
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On the other hand, Xiye felt a little ashamed when he saw Old Master Lu's reply which stated that he didn't want any remuneration. Using his subject's natural talent like this while giving him nothing, even scamming him that his evolution into a phoenix seed was something given by the 'game', was this idea a little too dirty?
Could he really be a black-hearted overlord?
(Mn...This is just a makeshift stratagem due to my temporarily poor finances. In the future, when this overlord struck it rich, I will definitely treat these honest and simple indigenous players kindly.)
"Ding! Hello, respected Overlord Xiye. The few high-grade jobseekers you booked have already confirmed their interview timings. Do you want to meet with them?"
This voice caused Xiye who was thinking of other things to awaken from his stupor. After that, he collected his thoughts. This should be the reply sent to him by the talent network. He hurriedly opened up the email.
He read through the content. It basically stated that the recommended high-grade instructors were willing to meet him for an interview. Xiye felt his heart shake with excitement when he saw this. He stood up and rubbed his hands. He then instructed the A.I. to help him monitor the elves' evolution. He then prepared himself and headed out for a long journey.
As long as all of these things were settled, his first batch of basic combat force would appear and his large-scale expansion plan could finally be started!


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


Inside the Student Offense Department's Student Trial Court, Nelson looked around the large hall. A stern old man stood by the hallway as if he's waiting for him.

The old man stared at Nelson for a few seconds before turning around and leading the way. The old man then spoke to Nelson in a deep tone.

"Aren't you guilty?"

Nelson stopped and so did the old man. Nelson stared at the old man's back before finally speaking.

"I didn't do it. The Dorm Master... I, I just pushed him a little"

The old man looked behind at Nelson before looking him up and down. The old man's hair is dyed gray by the long time he has been alive. His stern expression loosened a little after making sure that Nelson is not lying.

The old man led the way again.

"Follow me"

Nelson followed the old man making sure to stay 5 feet away from the man. Nelson didn't know the old man after all.

The old man stopped before tapping at the wall on the side, more specifically, at the touch screen. The two black glass doors split outwards before finally revealing the scene inside.

Gregory Forle the Dorm Master stood behind the Plaintiff's Table. The room was actually quite small. There was no one inside other than Gregory Forle and the judge sitting there with an imposing aura as if he's the most impartial person in the world.

The old man entered inside the courtroom. Nelson then followed behind him.
The judge who has been releasing his imposing aura looked on at the old man in shock. Gregory Forle also looked stunned as he stared at the old man with wide eyes.

The old man then raised his hand as if to stop them from speaking. He then walked behind the judge before staying in place. The judge then pretended as if nothing happened before looking back at Nelson with surprise in his eyes. Gregory Forle also looked at Nelson with eyes full of doubts.

Nelson was now standing behind the Defendant's Table, his mind focused on his memories inside the academy. He didn't seem to realize the gazes on him.

...

The crowd outside has grown quite big as Students from different departments watched the Entrance of the Student Trial Court. They are waiting for the verdict towards Nelson Hansen.

Today was the first day that a student will be expelled because of hooking up with a girl inside the Male's Dorm. After all, Sanjek Daren was never expelled for all of the mess he's been causing.

Yorl Light, Jorin Maik, and Veen Night stared at the Entrance with serious expressions. They didn't seem to realize the person behind them calling for them.

"Hey, Hey, HEEYYY!"

The trio finally snapped out of their reverie after being shouted in their ears. They looked behind at almost the same time.

"EEK!" x3

Before they could even fully tilt their heads they jumped back in fright. That's because the person in question is a terrifying individual that even the word terrifying seems to be an understatement.

"Ms. Theresa what a coincidence! Hahaha..."

Yorl Light spoke with a forced smile plastered on his face. The two nodded their heads quickly.

"What do you mean a coincidence? My brother is about to be expelled you know!"

Theresa kicked Yorl at his shins for every word she spoke causing Yorl's face to contort in pain. Theresa looked at the trio with sharp glares before grabbing the hand of the person behind her and pulling her away from the trio. She didn't want the trio to taint this flower after all.

Elysse didn't notice the commotion caused by Theresa as she intently stared at the sky above the Student Trial Court. Later the verdict will be announced using a hologram at the sky above. Her eyes so focused it almost seem as if her eyes is a laser.

The trio noticed Elysse as she passed by them and saw her unfamiliar face. The trio looked twice before staring back at the sky. She should be Ms. Theresa's friend, they thought.

...

Nelson stared at the judge with a gaze as if he's ready to accept his fate. His eyes as calm as a morning lake.

The judge looked at Nelson before finally looking at Gregory Forle.

"You may proceed.", the judge spoke with his serious voice.

Gregory Forle spoke about how he found Nelson about to leave the male's dorm with a girl in tow. He didn't fail to mention how Nelson pushed him. He explained in detail how disrespectful that was together with his offense of bringing a female inside the male's dorm without permission.

"I see...", the judge took in Gregory's words before sneaking a peak at Nelson.

Nelson sat there as if he's not the person that was being trialled. His gaze still looking straight in front.

"You may be seated."

The judge motioned for Gregory to sit before asking Nelson for his defense.

"Will the defendant please rise"

Nelson stood up and stared at the judge with a determined gaze.

"I did exactly as he said, your honor."

Nelson knew that lying is useless in front of the academy. He knew that lying will only make things worse. That is why, no matter what happens, he'll proceed with dignity and honesty. This is the least he can do in respect for the academy that taught him up to this point.

The judge looked at the old man behind him. The old man nodded slightly.

The judge looked at Nelson for a long while before shifting it to Gregory.

Nelson could feel his heart calmer than ever. He knew that regret was useless here. Nelson waited for a long while. His heart finally started to feel anxious.

He remembered Elysse, whom is the reason for all of this. His father always mentioned to him that goodness starts with treating your servants with love and warmth. He finally realized that he's no different from his M of a father.

Not that way, but in the way that he perceives those around him.

The judge finally spoke after it felt like an eternity to Nelson.

"The defendant is found not guilty. The defendant shall be sentenced to intense monitoring by the academy. His violations has been done with the academy's honor in mind."

Gregory Forle looked at the judge in shock. He didn't expect things to turn this way. He did not know why the academy was willing to accede to his demands but it seems that there seems to be more to it.

Gregory looked at the old man standing at the side behind the judge before finally coming to an understanding. Though, he is still confused about the whole situation. He didn't know what would warrant the old man to go so far.

The judge left the room after announcing his verdict. He spared another glance at Nelson on his way out.

Gregory followed the judge out of the room.

Only Nelson and the old man remained inside the courtroom.

"I didn't know how you did it but... The academy is thankful for your recommendation for the prodigy."

Nelson finally realized what was happening. He stared at the old man in confusion. He didn't really know who was this old man.

"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm the Vice Principal of Berdan Academy, Justin Brook", the old man explained unhurriedly.

Nelson was shocked out of his wits. He stood there staring at the old man in doubt and confusion.

'What does he mean by introducing a prodigy to the academy? Is it about Elysse?', Nelson thought in his head.

The old man smiled amiably before continuing.

"First you were reported for bringing a girl inside the Male's Dorm, then a report about you taking advantage of a prodigy, insulting a prodigy, threatening a prodigy, and extorting a prodigy. All I can say is that you have done many things that can warrant you and your descendants denied entry to the academy."

The old man's words confused Nelson. He knew he brought a girl into the male's dorm but when did he take advantage, insult, threaten, and extorted a prodigy? If they're talking about Elysse, he can't really remember when did he mistreat Elysse.

'Do I look that suspicious?', Nelson smiled bitterly upon the realization.

"Sir, I can admit to the first one but I don't really know about the other ones. I have never done such things.", Nelson spoke with a solemn tone.

The Vice Principals' smile widened after he heard that.

"Of course, we did an investigation. We don't know how you did it, but the Prodigy seems to respect you very much. I will warn you though, you shouldn't bite more than you can chew."

The Vice Principals' voice deepened at the last part of his speech. His voice carried with it a solemn threat.

Nelson gulped hearing the threat behind the Vice Principals' words.

"I will not let you down, sir"

Nelson spoke with a determined voice.

"Good."

The Vice Principal then left after hearing his answer.

The sky outside the Student Trial Court changed as 7 large words appeared. The change jolted the crowd waiting outside.

NELSON HANSEN IS SENTENCED INTO INTENSE MONITORING.

"Just what is love?"

"It is ethereal."

A robot resembling a human down to the feeling of flesh and warmth tries to search for the so-called emotions such as love.

"It's better to have clothes on, right?"

"My name? I think it's called 'Elysse' or something"

"I will be your servant from now on"

Soon, a large number of netizens appeared in the live broadcast room. Of course, the live broadcast platform also discovered the content of the live broadcast in the live broadcast room for the first time.

The studio was also put on the recommendation page. In an instant, the number of people in the studio went directly from thousands to hundreds of thousands.

And the number of people is still increasing rapidly at tens of thousands per second.

"What is going on and where is the anchor?"

"What is this place, looking a little familiar?"

"Anchor dead? Come out and introduce it quickly!"

"This seems to be a white fog forbidden zone."

"it is a white fog forbidden zone, but what is the white fog forbidden zone doing now?"

"I don't know, I look a little panicked at the thunder in the dark clouds."

All the people in the studio were puzzled. Although they knew what must be happening in this white fog forbidden area, they just couldn't guess.

"I know that the dark clouds in the sky are a bit like thunder robbery."

"Thunder robbery, it is ."

"The thunder robbery seems to appear in the novel only after breaking through a big realm."

"I'll tell you a piece of news. Not long ago, this happened on the other side of the White Fog Forbidden Zone, but the news was blocked by the state."

"Don't guess, Do you want to form a team to see?"

"Add me."

"I'll go too."

… … … …

The netizens in the studio all said that they would like to see it.

The incident of thunder robbery made all netizens curious. In case they could find any good things, it was necessarily!

On Ningtian's side, the surrounding spirituality has been rapidly absorbed by his main roots. The 20,000-high spirituality is now at most several thousand spirituality concentrations.

Ningtian knows that this is far from enough. Fortunately, Ningtian still has a spiritual mine.

spirit stones in the mine are also directly absorbed by the main root of the tree, absorbing one tenth in an instant.

However, Ningtian's tree body also slowly grows new bark and crisp green tender leaves. In the stems and leaves inside the tender leaves, orange liquid actually appears to flow slowly.

The growth rate is extremely slow.

At this time, the dark clouds over Ningtian were already covered with dark clouds. There seemed to be a white dragon rolling in the clouds.

At the same time, the feeling of dark clouds suppressing Ningtian is getting bigger and bigger. Ningtian feels that there is a power of destroying gathering above him at this time.

In the distance, Xueer and Xue Ling both clenched their small fists unconsciously and looked at Ningtian side with worried eyes.

Of course, Purple Gold Eagle and they were equally worried. The dark clouds in the sky gave them a terrible feeling.

At this time, the demon sword in front of Ningtian said, "You should have a big secret that I can't find."

"How can I become your master without any strength or any secret?" Ning Tian said with pride.

"You are now crossing the thunder, because you have to break through your own limits and evolve to a higher level. However, what kind of huge energy suddenly appears in your body? I am very curious about how the huge energy that supports your evolution came from?"

The demon sword is really looking down on its master now.

"demon sword. I will one day cut down heaven and earth and punish thousands of fiends." Ningtian said.

However, Ning Tian's words silenced the demon sword. He read Ning Tian's words.

"It seems that I follow him... master, and in the future, it is impossible to just stay in the world." The demon sword said to himself.

At the same time, spiritual communication and Ningtian said: "Master, I am looking forward to the coming of the day when heaven and earth will be cut down and thousands of fiends will be punished." This time the demon sword shouted out the word "master" again.

Ning Heaven knows, this is the demon sword confirmed his recognition to him.

"Just wait!"

He looked at the sky and look directly at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Rumble!!" Thunder and lightning flickered in the dark clouds, and a white dragon could be seen faintly, roaring at Ning Tian.

"Come on! Let me see how powerful you are." Ning Tian said loudly.

"Rumble!!" Thunder and lightning flickered again in the dark clouds.

Ning Tian looked at the clear feeling that the thunder robbery was about to fall.

"Boom!!" Hundreds of meters long white thunder down, directly on Ningtian.

A pain that was almost torn all over the body nearly caused Ningtian to collapse directly.

On the other hand, the newly grown bark was blackened by thunder robberies and many tender leaves were directly chopped down.

But soon new tender leaves sprouted again.

At the same time, underground, the main root of Ningtian is more frantically absorbing the spirituality of spirit stones in spirit mine.

"There were six robberies."

The demon sword also said that it would be six several thunder robberies.

"There are still five robberies."

Ningtian immediately felt that he would die. Just then, Ningtian felt more painful than the dismemberment. This was the pain of every cell in his whole body.

"Master, you can hold on. thunger robbery is against the heaven. Otherwise, if your will collapses, it will be regarded as failure and the consequence will be the loss of your soul." The demon sword is serious and warns Ning Tiandao.

Ning Tian' heard that the failure is the loss of his soul. Ning Tian, who was already a little shaken in his will, recovered immediately. He could only resist.

"Boom!!" The second thunder fell.

And this second thunder is bigger than the first thunder, and of course it will be more powerful.

Originally, if a tree was about to be born, it would now look like an old tree about to die.

Now Ningtian's whole body is in pain. Just then, Ningtian's own will nearly collapsed. Fortunately, Ningtian held on.

In the sky, the third thunder is gathering.

Ningtian can clearly feel that the power of the third thunder has exceeded that of the second thunder.

Although the root of Ning Tian is now recovering from the crazy absorption of spirituality, Ning Naive is a little unable to bear the pain.

"Boom!!" The third thunder fell.

This thunder actually faintly looks like a white dragon, heading for Ningtian.

"Ah!!!" Ning Tian couldn't help shouting out.

Once again, when the thunder dispersed, Ningtian's whole tree had become scorched black.

At this time, the underground spirit mine has been absorbed by half of the spirit stone by the main root of Ningtian.

"Shit! pain enough, but I held on."

Ning Tian's voice was a little weak, but he said unyielding to the dark clouds in the sky.

"Rumble!!" the fourth thunder is gathering.

Countless thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds and began to gather towards the fourth thunder.

Slowly, a dragon head appeared lifelike, with huge eyes staring at Ningtian with disdain.

It's like telling Ningtian, how can you oppose heaven, your end is only death.

"After waking up, Ning Tian was surprisingly reborn as a small sapling. Before he could react, a powerful system appeared, explaining the reason.
Because of the advent of the system, directly the planet began to enter the age of spiritual revival. The spirit revived and all things began to rise. 　　 　　
The beasts began to roar with excitement and bloodthirstiness, shaking the mountains and rivers, and countless human strongmen appeared in droves to fight for their country and glory... 　　 　　
However, in the middle of a deep mountain, an emerald green sapling with a huge life force rose directly from the ground. 　　 　　
Ning Tian, who possesses the system, can evolve infinitely and can eventually become the god of trees. And the fruit he produces can give the man a strange gift, even the evolution of the beast, the essence of life in his body can make all things crazy, and his own spirit can nourish all things."

Claude smiled bitterly. He knew that Nelson had misunderstood him.
"Prof. Nelson, you've misunderstood. Coach Li is not my assistant. He is a fitness coach, just like me. Also, exercise rehabilitation is what he is good at," explained Claude.
"He is also a coach? He looks even younger than any of those medical interns! I'm not a coach, but as far as I know, a coach, just like a doctor, needs an accumulation of experience," Nelson went on with his doubts, "And Asian coaches are not the best in Europe."
His words meant that he thought that Dai Li was too young to be experienced and moreover, that he was doubtful about the ability of Asian coaches.
"I'm not an Asian in Europe. I'm Chinese," said Dai Li.
"Chinese? Then I won't let you touch my patient! The medical technology of you Chinese is, at most, in the second tier in the world!" Nelson became serious suddenly.
"Prof. Nelson are you a racist?" Claude questioned angrily. It was obvious that he was not comfortable with the attitude of Nelson.
"No, I'm not a racist. A lot of my patients are minorities, and I spare no effort to treat them," Nelson added, as he shook his head, "But I'm a doctor, who must be responsible for my patients. I have to make sure that all treatments are going to help him recover, instead of worsening his injuries, as long as I am his attending doctor."
"My massage will only make Helheim better," answered Dai Li.
"Who can guarantee that?" Nelson shook his head contemptuously.
"I can guarantee that," answered Dai Li at once.
"Your guarantee is not trustworthy!" Nelson took a deep breath and said calmly, "Coach Li, to tell you the truth, it is just the second time we have now met each other, and I don't even know your name. For me, you're just a stranger with a familiar face, so I can't trust you. And I will never allow you to do massage for Mr. Helheim."
Nelson was quite frank. He, a bald, old man, seemed to be extremely stubborn on this issue.
Dai Li said calmly, "The reason I'm so sure of this, is because the body of Helheim can fully take a normal muscle massage."
"Why are you so sure?" Nelson stared at Dai Li.
"The clinical manifestation of Helheim's arms is Level-3 muscle atrophy, and the clinical manifestation of his trunk is far worse, probably close to the Level 2 of muscle atrophy, but in fact, his arms are just suffering from Level-4 muscle atrophy. The muscle atrophy of his trunk is only Level 3. That is to say, the actual condition of his body is not as terrible as those clinical manifestations. Am I right?" Dai Li asked.
"How do you know?" Nelson, somewhat surprised, involuntarily turned his eyes to Corinna, who he thought had revealed Helheim's condition to Dai Li.
"It's not Mrs. Helheim who told me," Dai Li shook his head and added, "Don't forget that I am a fitness coach. I can tell what's going on with Helheim by observing and touching his muscles."
"That makes sense!" Finally, Nelson became serious.
Helheim's clinical manifestations were really bad. As an example, he could only raise his arms slightly. In medical classifications of muscle atrophy, it is Level-3 muscle atrophy if one's body can overcome gravity. But Nelson had found that Helheim's muscles were in the stage of Level-4 muscle atrophy, based on a series of examinations, including electromyography, muscle circumference detection, muscle tone examination and a MRI. That was far milder than what was indicated by Helheim's manifestations, and was more in line with the clinical manifestation of a patient who had been on bedrest for a long time.
Nelson couldn't get such results without medical examinations. But Dai Li reached the same conclusion only by observations and touches. That was what made Nelson finally treat him with some respect.
Dai Li continued saying, "Helheim's actual physical conditions are better than his clinical manifestations. Therefore, his muscles should be able to endure a normal massage, currently, in terms of either medicine or rehabilitation exercise. Am I right?"
Nelson nodded grudgingly. Dai Li was right. Helheim behaved as if he was very weak. It even seemed that he had difficulties moving slightly, but his muscle strength was not low at all. In other words, Helheim's body was strong enough to go through a normal muscle massage.
Dai Li went on speaking, "It is mainly a neurological problem, in the case of Helheim, isn't it? Part injuries of nerve roots, nerve plexuses, and motor neurons. I think you know much more about the causes of such injuries than I do."
"You got that from your observations, too?" Nelson asked, finding it hard to believe. What Dai Li just said is true. but Nelson got those results by measuring nerve conduction velocity and detecting evoked potential.
"I judge by experience," said Dai Li.
"What else can you see?" asked Nelson seriously.
Dai Li squinted enigmatically and then whispered, "Epilepsy!"
On hearing the word, Nelson's expression changed suddenly.
How did he know? Even I didn't know, until I got the report this morning! Not even Mrs. Helheim knew about it! Does the young man know divination?
Nelson wore a much more serious expression, staring at Dai Li.
Helheim had been showing anxiety and fear for a while, which had long been considered by Nelson as a psychological problem caused by trauma. Later, Helheim experienced occasional visual hallucinations and frequent auditory hallucinations, all of which met the primary symptoms of epilepsy.
Nelson knew that epilepsy was common for a lot of patients after brain surgeries. So, he arranged the examinations, including cerebral angiogram and a nuclide brain scan for Helheim, particularly. The examination results given to him today finally proved that Helheim had been showing signs of the early stages of epilepsy. Nelson's visit this day was, in fact, to tell Helheim's family about the new issue, and to decide the treatment plan.
However, Dai Li told everyone before Nelson started the topic! Dai Li knew so much because of the detector, of course. The detector would tell Dai Li accurately, as long as athletes had defects, whether they were physical or technical, including this epilepsy, the brain surgery's sequela, which only showed early symptoms recently … and the doctor diagnosed it before.
But when Dai Li spoke about the results of the detector, he convinced Nelson totally. Nelson's expression also showed what was in his mind. Seeing Nelson's expression, everyone there understood that Dai Li was right at once.
"Prof. Nelson, would you trust my expertise now?" asked Dai Li with a smile.
"Coach Li, I admit that your experience and judgment are indeed very good, I despised you before, for which I apologize to you now," Nelson continued, "But an expert like you should know that a normal muscle massage could only help smooth Helheim's blood circulation. The main problem now is neurological damage, which calls for a pretty long recovery process that cannot be replaced by a simple muscle massage. Muscle massage has almost no therapeutic effect on his current condition."
"My massage can stimulate the nerves of Helheim and accelerate his recovery," answered Dai Li at once.
"Coach Li, I hope you're not joking," Nelson replied with distrust again, and then said, "Almost all the great experts over Europe came here for a consultation for Helheim, and they have given many solutions. We have tried low frequency electrical stimulation, nerve nutrition, electroacupuncture stimulation, and even the most advanced laser treatments, but we didn't see any effects."
"It was because nothing else worked that I decided to try my method," Dai Li said, as he pointed to Helheim's arms, adding, "Start with his arm first."
"Coach Li, I admire your confidence, but do you think your methods will work, when even the best experts in Europe have been at a loss to do anything about it?" Nelson sneered. He thought Dai Li was too conceited, and Nelson didn't like a young man like that.
"Try, and we'll know," Dai Li answered confidently.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

"You should get going before my wife returns." King Garland tells Rachelle who was sitting up on the bed as she was covered with the blanket.

"So soon Garland, I am sure that we still have time to spend together don't you think my love."

Rachelle brings herself closer to king Garland, warping her arms around his waist.

"Don't you want that." she asked him while leaning her face against his back.

"I would much like that, but you must understand, I have a duty as king and must act on them."

"More like you wish your wife wouldn't catch us together."

King Garland then got up and turned to face her.

"Come now that is not true Rachelle, I have important matters that need my attention."

"Yeah right." Rachelle raies out of bed dropping the blanket and picking up her clothes that were on the floor.

King Garland can see that she is not happy with what he had said to her. 

"Please do not be upset with me Rachelle." 

"It's fine my king, I best be going as I have important duties as well as your royal guard."

Rachelle quickly finishes getting dressed leaving the room before King Garland could have the chance to say another word.

Right when she stepped out of that room Nelson was not far to see her.

"There she goes again secretly leaving my parents room as father is still inside." Nelson thought.

He discovers his father's dirty secret for some time now and is disgusted that the man Nelson used to look up to as a child is having an affair with another woman behind his step mother's back.

"How can he do such a thing to the king's women he is married to?" Nelson thought which then made him worry about his dear sister's marriage.

That is why he has come this way to speak with his own father about Hannah's marriage.

Now Nelson wishes not to speak with the man, but what better time than this as he sure, he would not get another chance in sometime.

Breathing calmly Nelson walked up to the door knocking on it hard.

"Come on." hearing his father give him permission Nelson opened the door entering inside.

"Father sorry to bother you, but I wish to speak with you on something important."

"And what would that be for my son?" King Garland asks fully dressed and acting calm.

"It is about Hannah's marriage, I don't think it best for her to marry prince Loren."

King Garland didn't like what kind of conversation they were about to have.

"Nelson, the marriage between your sister and prince Loren is a great thing that is going to happen for both sides."

"You mean mostly for our side, I know the reason you're doing this to gain the protection and support from King Vernon. I mean you are not even caring about how you dear daughter Hannah feels about this."

"Which your mouth boy, I do care about your sister's feelings, but that girl understands why this is happening. If I play the role of the father more than the king, tell my son how you would do things differently in my stand."

When his own father asks him that Nelson became quiet it is not easy being a person in charge there is a decision that needs to be made for the greater good.

"Now you understand son being king is not such a thing to take light off, I have to do this unless we lose our home to our enemy by war or Hannah would be marrying to the enemy do you wish for that to happen."

"Of course not father, I just wish for something better for Hannah."

King Garland walked up to his son placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You are a good brother Nelson, but Hannah is a brave girl who knows what to do."

"I know it just, I don't have full trusting feelings for prince Loren, he gives me this feeling of someone, I should not let my guard down around him."

"There is no need to be that way with prince Loren. Give it sometime and I am sure you will no longer have that feeling about him."

Nelson listens to his wounding why this man will defend prince Loren so easily, he starts to suspect that his old man is hiding something.

"I understand father, I will try my best to get to know prince Loren a little better for you."

"Thank you my son for all that I ask from you."

The two of them hug, but Nelson couldn't feel a thing from hugging his father.

"I best be going then father, I will speak with you later." Nelson tells his father.

Nelson then left the room and began walking down the hallway until hearing his sister Hannah's voice.

"There you are." he quickly looked behind him, but she was not there.

"Have you been looking for me, princess Hannah."

Nelson hears another similar voice that is princes Loren, he slowly moves to the end of the hallway.

Carefully look over to see his sister Hannah and princess Loren together, also there was that demon girl standing closely beside him.

Nelson could not understand why prince Loren would allow a creature like that to stand by him.

"Of course, I have been looking for you as you have not tried to spend any time with me don't you understand that we are to be married one day. I thought you would at least try for us to get to know each other.

"Forgive me princess Hannah, but I did not come to your kingdom to get to know you for a whole year, I have important matters that, I wish to have done here"

Hannah felt a little offended, but kept her calm and resume talking with Loren.

"So as I am about to be your wife, you do not think that I am important to you even if I am going to be a part of your life."

"I do not mean that princess Hannah, I am just a person who does not wish to do nothing and make myself busy, but don't take me wrong, I would like to know you when there is free time for the both of us."

Hannah then smiled which Loren was a little surprised to see.

"Are you busy now then prince Loren."

"No, but…"

"Good then today we shall spend the day together isn't it a perfect timing to do so prince Loren."

Loren didn't say another word as he recalled what his friend Diloar Swordcarver had told him, so he sighed and spoke.

"Your are right princess Hannah let us spend the day together." Loren agreed which made her more happier to have won.

Loren turns to Angelina and she understands, stepping from the side to allow him and Hannah to leave together.

While those two were gone Angelina turned to where Nelson was hiding.

No time to escape Angelina had already reached him and pained Nelson hard against the wall causing him to have a hard time breathing for a few minutes.

"Why were you spying on us tell me." Angelina damned from him.

"Get your damn hands off me! You fucking demon."

Angelina didn't like that as she used that demonic strength to slammed him again against making Nelson cough up a little blood.

Nelson began to fear that this demon was going to kill him and so he reached for the sword he was carrying around his waist all the time.

Lucky to actually reach it, he uses that sword to slash Angelina from the side and kick her straight in the stomach sending the girl flying a few steps back.

Yet she got back swiftly along with becoming more enraged at prince Nelson ready to tear him to pieces.

Nelson takes a stand holding tightly to the sword in his hand ready to do battle with Angelina.

Angelina jumped at Nelson, but right when she did something, blocked and pushed her back."

"What!?." Nelson was completely surprised as he found himself protected by a magical barrier.

"Damn it! What the hell do you think you're doing." Cecelia yelled at her as she appeared right between them.

"That shit motherfucker hurt me!." Angelina showed Cecelia the wound on her side, but it was quickly healing.

"That doesn't matter, you can not attack prince Nelson he is princess Hannah brother and to be Loren."

Angelina growls at her which didn't scare Cecelina, but made her mad.

"Don't you fucking growl at me girl, I am not afried to smack your ass around, now go to your room."

Cecelia commed her and Angelina unhappy obeys her angrily leaving.

At that moment Cecelia dispel the barrier around Nelson and then bow her head to him.

"Forgive her prince Nelson for action against you as she does not mean it in any ill way towards you."

"She should be kept chained up somewhere where no one can see that monster."

Cecelia raises her head back up and is now showing an angry expression toward him as he sees it.
"You shouldn't speak that way to my dear sister because it wouldn't be her you have to worry about. Do you understand that prince Nelson."

Cecelia walks away right before he can get a word out of his mouth.

Once she was gone from his sight Nelson rubbed his head.

"I better stay away from those girls from now on, not telling what will happen if one day, I go up against one of them."

Richard Cross was born a bastard in his world, but he never let something like that get to him as he was raised with loving care by his mother along with the support of her family.

Through hard times and lots of work Richard became a young 22 year adult with a great job and loving girlfriend, you can say he was living a nice life until it came to end one night.

Richard was assassinated in his own apartment having the peaceful life he was living taken from him, he was given a second chance to live again being reborn into a new world that seems to be based on a fantasy book.

Yet Richard finds himself born into his new life as a bastard again, but this time he is going to care and will use a gifted power given to him from birth to make himself known not as a bastard, but a king of the undead.

The hunger after training wasn't a priority at the moment. 
It could be set aside for now. 
The scripture made of human skin was the priority. After killing the Ghost Driver, another section of the runes had begun to glow. 
Here was another chance for evolving himself. 
He had not pulled out the scripture and studied out of caution and fear at the hotel. 
There was a myriad of news reports about women, whose names were censored, running to the police. They looked pale and claimed that videos of them having sex had been found in secret camera groups, selfie groups, or within their own circles. Secret cameras were found in the light switches, bulbs, on the legs of tables, in vents and other places in the room. One could find a camera in any nook of the room. 
For that reason he did not pull out the manuscript of human skin, while in the room. 
He had trained for the 'Golden Immune Arhat' and then feasted for six or seven hours. It was the reason for delaying the matter of the scripture. 
'Golden Warrior Seal! 
'Evolve!'
The 'Golden Warrior Seal' came from the Buddhist scripture of 'Golden Warrior Sutra'. The 'Golden Warrior Sutra' was as revered in Buddhism, as the 'Golden Sutra' is in Taoism. 
It was used to fight demons and evil spirits. 
The 'Golden Warrior Seal' was one Buddhism's secret stratagems. 
If one looked closely, they would realize that the handprints or seals on the statues of Buddha and Guanyin were important. Each statue possessed different seals that were representative of the different powers and strengths. For example: the 'Meditation Seal' was derived from Buddha's hand position as he sat meditating beneath the bodhi tree; the same was for the 'Emperor Ming Seal', 'Jizo Bodhisattva Seal' and the 'Dragon Emperor Seal.' 
After his battle with the Ghost Driver, Fang Zheng realised that he lacked battle tactics. 
Granting he had strength, all his tactics came from street fighting. 
He had no knowledge of the techniques of controlling his strength and muscles to the martial arts of: Tong Bei, Xing Yi, Wing Chun, Ba Gua Zhang, Ba Ji and the other forms of martial arts. 
Practitioners of the aforementioned forms of martial arts could inflict twice as much damage using the effort they put in. It was effective and the most efficient use of his energy. 
Done ruminating, Fang Zheng resolved to train for the 'Golden Warrior Seal'.
As for the 'Golden Immunity Shield' based on defence, he decided he would attempt it once he had obtained more white smoke. 
When the time comes, he'll simultaneously develop his attack and defense tactics. 
Could he enhance his mastery over the 'Golden Immune Arhat' again? He felt uncertain of his ability to evolve it again. He did not want to take the risk, especially when he had yet to discover the ramifications of a failed evolution. As of now, the white smoke was extremely valuable to Fang Zheng. 
He couldn't afford to waste it, not even for a single evolution. 
The book dazzled brightly, as if golden flames danced upon its pages. The pages swiftly swept, like a movie being played at 50 times its speed. 
The words, paragraphs and illustrations came to life. They moved with the turning pages, pushing each other over as they rearranged themselves. It was being refined into a genuine training manual. 
The glow faded. 
The counterfeit simulacrum of the 'Golden Warrior Seal' had been successfully transformed into the genuine 'Exorcist Golden Warrior Seal'! 
'Exorcist?'
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up. 
It was exactly what he had expected. 
The 'Golden Warrior Seal' was capable of fighting demons and evil spirits in itself. It was no wonder that its evolution went in the direction of exorcism. 
It was the reason Fang Zheng chose to evolve the 'Golden Warrior Seal'. 
Fang Zheng was excited, now that his expectations had been fulfilled. 
If he ever encountered anything similar to the Ghost Driver, the 'Exorcist Golden Warrior Seal' could be used to slay these nefarious spirits. 
Not long after that, Fang Zheng realized that the 'Exorcist Golden Warrior Seal' was not simply a style of combat. 
According to the preface of the 'Exorcist Golden Warrior Seal', it was both a demon-fighting technique and a secret practice of the Buddhist tantras. 
Legend has it that every man has three lamps--one on his head, and one on each side of his shoulder. They were the three flames of men.
There was another saying: if you are walking alone at night, and you hear someone calling to you, do not look back. If you turn around the lamp on your head will be extinguished, and if you look to the left and right, the other two lamps on your shoulders too will be extinguished. If a single lamp goes out, the flame representing your life would weaken and your soul would be incomplete. Evil would find it easier to cling onto you. 
A normal person would have three strong flames warding off evil. 
Science explained the three flames as states in one's life. If one was strong enough, his energy and vigour would be at their optimum levels, making it impossible to contract diseases. If one was weak, he would be easily distracted, confused, and susceptible to disease.
The 'Exorcist Golden Warrior Seal' reinforced the three flames of men, that was it's secret. When the flames of life burn strong, the yang within oneself would be able to withstand evil. For adepts of the secret art, their aura of yang was so powerful that it would vanquish evil within a radius of a 100 meters or a kilometer. 
A simple example would be a crowded place. The more crowded a place is, the stronger the yang aura within the area. Thus the reason why many schools and housing districts were built atop mass graves. 
The preface of the 'Exorcist Golden Seal' made for an intriguing read. 
It was as intriguing as the 'Golden Immune Arhat'. 
"Men have three lamps on them?
"Three flames of life on their shoulders and heads?
"Why do these terms sound so familiar? Aren't these from 'Strange Stories From A Chinese Studio', 'Notes On A Minutely-Observed Hut', and 'In Search Of The Supernatural'?"
Fang Zheng was stunned. 
He started getting terrified--he had the chills!
'Why did the contents of the evolved book seem to match the horrifying happenings of late? It felt as if the demons and malicious spirits were rising from the dead.' 
The more he dwelled on the matter, the more chills he felt coursing down his back. 
The origin of the white smoke, reaped by the scripture of human skin, was just as appaling. Fang Zheng thought about the Ghost Driver--
'So!'
He had pondered about it for two days. 'Was this cousin of Nicholas Cage's Ghost Rider a superhuman? Or a ghost?' 
Fang Zheng had already been complaining about it for two days. 
However, there was one thing Fng Zheng was certain of: 
'The world… was going astray; the world was no longer peaceful!'
Half an hour later…
Fang Zheng blinked. His body was easily mastering the formations. No matter what he trained for, it was easy. 
For example, within half an hour, he had completed his 'Golden Immune Arhat' training; he had done the same for the 'Exorcist Golden Warrior Seal'. 
Fang Zheng was sure that his body was going through unexplainable changes! So, what did the Liuwei Dihuang teapills from the other day do to his body? What did he evolve into?
What made him pick up all the formations this easily? 
Whatever he had been training for, it seemed like he was mastering everything effortlessly!


Missing people... Cars mysteriously falling off the Tongjiang Bridge... The world is going mad and it is up to Fang Zheng to prepare himself for it. What will he get himself into? What horrors will he face? Are YOU ready to join Fang Zheng on his journey to hunt the wicked? Ps. Save this one for a lonely midnight.

john wake up by the alarm, moves to open the curtained of the window.
" oh is raining I need to know if stays like these until tomorrow'' he moves to the turn on the television to watch the news. ' the rain will stop in the afternoon".

 before john change the channel something captures his attention by the news ' there is a breaking news a security officer of the Vermont mall died by the police department, a witness said that he was a coughing,  convulsing and moving abnormally later he starts to bite people when he sees anyone who approaches to help him,"

 John turns off the TV and moves to the closet to dress to work. '' I need to buy another tie'', deciding between two ties of a different color. after of couple minutes john go walking to the subway, Seat on the train he heard a couple talking ' did you see the news that guard bite a teenager before he dies in the middle of the store" The train stops  john stand up and exit the subway  then walks three blocks to the big tower called Ecoprs a well-known pharmaceutical  corporation in Vermont where he works for eight years as office clerk. 

the receptionist notice john opening the door to, ' Hi John, bad weather today, oh I almost forgot you need to go to the office the boss wants to see you".  ' I prefer this weather its seem nice, well see you at lunchtime" john walk to the hallway passing the cubicles offices to enter an end of the room of the office. ' ugh, what now", Jhon moves to the only offices on the floor 

'' Hey John, please sit it's about your vacations days, What it is Anderson?  don't  call me Anderson call me Mr. Tuner is better since this is my new position as gm , anyway we reject your vacations day we need people that day to do the paperwork  so Jessica is off that day so you need to stay a little longer bud you're the best in this job wee need you for the next four months because were late on our dateline, please and thank you  ' 

John nodded and clenched his fists trying to hide his anger '' anything else MR.tuner, Oh I almost forget John did you see Nelson in his cubicle he seems and sick tell him to take the day off, that everything else now gets the hell out of my office''. pointing at the door.

 '' fucking asshole  rejecting my vacation days, I deserved it,  only doing is talking on the phone every day'' 

John walks a couple of minutes trying to find nelson, Asking every person who he sees in the hallway, office, cubicles, and administration, after a couple of minutes he finds nelson in the bathroom coughing. 

'' Shit I don't feel good my head hurt so bad" said nelson pressing his finger on his eyes. john walks near to nelson '' Nelson are you alright, I feel alright no need to worry you can go back I just need to a little break  go without me, the boss said that you can take the day off don't need to worry about your task I can finish after my shift go home and take some rest''

 Nelson lose balance and start to fall but john catch before falls on the floor, He notices the sweat and pale skin and   john start l to worry about his friend  '' I need to find someone, nelson you need to go to the hospital ''
  
after a second the clerk appears in the bathroom. 

 '' john did you find nelson?  , nelson needs help quick we need to call an ambulance'' the clerk walk  bathroom to check on nelson who is still laying down on the floor, the clerk checks his pulse  '' I check his pulse it bad, I called  the ambulance they should come quickly don't move him to let just help the best we can here, let the paramedic do their job we just wait.

 ''  the paramedics appear on the of the area and start to help nelson by moving to the ambulance.
where are you taking my friend? , we are going to move the patient to Vermont hospital you can go with us if you want '' 

after near an hour john and the paramedic's transport nelson to the hospital, John was waiting for the emergency room, the doctor and nurses with the help of the paramedic move nelson to the hall to check for a room available since the hospital is full of patients. Jhon approach to a near doctor who is reading a list 

" Hey, Doc mi why are so many people, they taking too many spaces do the other hospitals in the region have a problem? , sorry but we call all the hospitals of any place is the same situation that we have here it seems that we have an outbreak and the staff have to test and  escort out any person who is not a patient just for safety its a protocol don't worry we will take care of your friend, wait can I stay here and get dressed as nurse I can't abandon my friend he needs me, sorry but I can't allow  but trust me your friend is in good care I promise, the security guard will escort you and the others to the exit an outbreak management team will be ready in a couples minutes" 

the security guard of the hospital are guiding  directions for the civilian to exit the hospital  meanwhile Jhon is escorted by one since he sees talking with the nurse, Jhon sees nelson been transported by the nurses on an unknown room,  at the end of the hallway he sees the elevator doors opening, before he moves towards the exits he sees a group of strangers with chemical suits, a couple sends past towards the exit he hears an in a screams in a distance located in on the hallway with a couple of noise and people talking louder. in seconds Jhon and another couple of people hear screams and scratch in the room were Jhon spotted nelson and other strangers with chemical suits, Jhon start running in the opposite direction pushing the guards to find his friend and the wear noises, Jhon feels scared not knowing what he going to see, pushing some doors en the ER hallway he sees nelson but different, he notice pale skin and bitting a nurse arm meanwhile the strangers with suits are helping the nurse who is screaming in agony, screaming for her life after the release by force of the bite a chunk of skin and meat what on nelson mouth, Jhon opens his eyes wide he is thinking if this is his friend or a monster

What the fuck, Hey you should not be here is contaminated zone, AAA! he got my arm help!'' Jhon sees nelson grab the arm of the stranger to pull and bite, Jhon approach to help but it was late the stranger trying to wrestle to not get bitten get scratched destroying the yellow suit.

after 1 minute passed two strangers passed with the same suit but with weapons pointing at the room looking for anything hostile at the end they shoot nelson, Jhon shocked seeing the first time someone dies at front of him, nex was the nurse seems she has a bite, the soldiers were pointing at the doctor, Jhon, his colleagues, and two nurses.

Anyone bite or scratch let me see raise your hand!'' said by the soldier, '' he was scratched and his suit is broken he going to turn if you don't do something, wait no I'm fine I feel nothing you don'. need to shoot me. 

the two soldiers see the injured man on the floor his arm scratched, blood coming out fast, with not hesitating he get a shoot on the head,'' this is an infected zone out!! this is a warning out of the hospital now! .John and the rest exit the room seeing more people with suits with a patch in their right arm, Jhon recognize the logo saying the patch they are called damaged control Army.

a world where a virus affects the human's turn in zombies called the undead they eat everything they see, our protagonist wants to survive at all cots will, he succeeds?

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