Lisa has been going with the flow of life with no interest in romance apart from books, movies and dramas. She’s ok with taking care of her independent self, thank you very much!
Until she made a clumsy mistake that will mess with her life...
Warren is bored.  Life has spoiled him and now he’s just going through the motions.
But a random text message caught his attention and he just can’t seem to help but mess with her...

A tiny figure stood in front of him, Feng's eyes slowly took in the sight before him. Her large sapphire blue eyes stared back and her brows rose inquiringly as moments ticked by with Feng staring fixatedly at her long ebony tresses that cascaded down to her mid-back… or more accurately the two furry white-tipped cat ears peeking out of her hair. 

Seeing the petite girl tilt her head questioningly to one side and her ears flicking, Feng couldn't help himself anyway and the last pieces of his self-restraint broken. 

Walking up slowly to the girl who looked adorably confused, Feng stretched out his hand and… laid it on the tiny girl's head and started patting her ears.

"Cute kitty!"

"Wai- whaaaaa- mistahhh staapppaahhhh daatt… Mrrreeewww…"

*A few minutes later*

Feng finally lifted his hand from off the tiny cat-girl's head and snapped out of his cute-kitty induced petting frenzy. Realizing he just basically started patting a random little girl on the streets out of nowhere, Feng started to apologize profusely.

"Oh Lord, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to… I mean I just got caught up in your cuteness and…"

Adorably large eyes looked at him with tears in the corners of her eyes, as the little cat-girl snapped out of the pleasure-induced haze of Feng's expert cat-ear scratching hands and her lips quivered… before her leg shot out with unexpected force crashing right into Feng's left shin.

"Mouu.. MEANIE MISTER! You can't just randomly pat a lady's sensitive parts like that… Though it felt soooo good… 

BUT NO BAD MISTER. You can't just do that! And here I was being trying to welcome you to the library you were looking for…"

Rolling around on the floor and clutching his shin in pain which he feared was broken by the absurd strength hidden within the cat-girl's petite body; Feng could hardly appreciate the scolding he was receiving and simply frantically nodded in hopes of avoiding another blow.

Winding down from her tirade, the little girl looked at Feng for a moment and blushed as she muttered under her breath.

"… good deed. Not because… felt good or anything."

Suddenly bending, the little girl grabbed on to Feng and lifted his entire body up in her arms despite him being at least twice her size and moved towards the building behind them before Feng who was utterly surprised could even protest.

Entering the run-down building, the little girl dropped Feng off at a nearby chair as he took in the surroundings.

Rows and rows of shelves lined the inside of what is clearly his target – the library; but those same shelves were only partially filled with tomes while piles and stacks of books were strewn around the floor and haphazardly placed on the few tables and chairs contained within the central area. 

Looking up, Feng idly noted the illumination coming from some odd glowing balls which revealed a second floor in similar condition or perhaps even worse off.

"Not a pretty sight, isn't it mister? This library used to be one of the most important buildings in town, holding an incredible archive of knowledge and histories! 

But that was a few years ago before my father passed away. So what did you want to visit this place for anyway? As you can see there is nothing much here for anyone anymore…"

The little girl spoke morosely as she watched Feng gawk at the sad stage of the once incredible library.

"How did it become like this? Considering the number of books and their condition here, it doesn't look like there were burglars or anything so the library should still be operating fine, shouldn't it?"

Feng asked in surprise as he tried to process the odd scenario presented to him.

"So what if it is the books are fine… No one wants to visit after the Church of Light opened their own holy archive and declared this library contains heretical knowledge and… is run by me… a half-catkin."

See the little cat-girl sniffling by the end of her explanation, Feng unconsciously reached out to comfort her, impulsively speaking as he patted her head lightly.

"Hey, hey, why would anyone not want to come to this library because of you? If anything, I would love to come to here just to see your cute visage and this incredible amount of books will definitely have more useful knowledge than the typical "holy books" in the Church's library!" 

His actions seem to have unleashed the flood-gates and he was surprised with a sudden heavy weight landing in his lap as the petite cat-girl buried her face into his torso bawling away. 

Taken off-guard, Feng was stunned for a moment before awkwardly patting the little girl's head and back to attempt to comfort her.

Slowly as her sobbing died down, the girl sat up in Feng's lap still sniffling slightly as she looked up to him with an adorable teary-eyed face with her furry ears folded to the front.

"Thank you mister! … Wait I don't even know what your name is… or introduced myself. I'm Rania, the current owner of this library."

"Hi Rania… I'm Feng. Um, do you mind you know getting off my lap? You are kind of hea-"

Feng greeted Rania awkwardly as she perched cutely on his legs which were screaming in protest at the heavy weight despite Rania's seemingly petite build... Only for his request to be cut off by a terrible feeling of danger from his recently acquired skill except that the instinct was screaming of danger a hundred times more deadly than any of Roth's attacks… 

Wisely shutting up immediately, Feng laughed awkwardly to cover up for his near-brush with death as Rania's sudden death-glare abated and she agilely leaped off to sit on top of a nearby table.

"Anyway, you mentioned that the library is not getting any more visitors? How come it is in such a messy state then?" Feng quickly try to divert Rania's attention off to safer grounds once she settled down.

"Ehehe… Because, I can't really read that well… So I couldn't organize the library properly after my father passed away… Plus, I'm really sensitive to dust so I have to periodically take the books off to clean the shelves but I always forget where to place them back on to…"

Sweat-dropping at her inability to read and wondering if the decline of the library is due more to her mismanagement than other outside factors, Feng still couldn't find any heart to blame such a cute little child for not managing this large library alone…

"You must find me pathetic right… Thirty summers old and still poorly educated and not able to manage the heritage my father left for me…" Her ears drooping sadly once more, Feng couldn't help himself but to reach over to give her a quick pat and words to cheer her up.

"Hey cheer up, it's not that ba- Wait what, you are THIRTY YEARS OLD?"

Freezing completely in shock as he struggled to reconcile the barely 1.5 meters tall chibi-looking cat-girl to be thirty years old, Feng's brains fried in that instant.

'… Impossible. SHE'S OLDER THAN ME??? With that appearance?' 

"HEY, what's with the surprise? I'll have you know I'm one of the strongest warriors in the Adventurers' Guild before I came back to take over the library from my dad!"

His mind still struggling to cope with the information, Feng merely blinked woodenly and replied automatically. "That's nice; I trained under Roth just a few hours ago and was inducted into the guild too."

"Wow! So you are a greenhorn? I wouldn't have pegged you as an adventurer, you seem so… weak. You seem more like a mage or maybe a crafter… Hmm, in that case!"

Leaping off the table with a dramatic flourish, Rania landed on a stack of book and posed imperiously as she spoke.

"Greenhorn Feng, I, Warden Rania request that you aid me in order to restore this library and in exchange I'll provide you free access to this library forever."

Shaking his head fiercely to clear his thoughts, Feng narrowed his eyes as he processed Rania's words and abruptly changed his attitude as though a switch was flicked in his head.

"Now, that's hardly fair isn't it, Warden Rania? 

While I will be pleased to aid you on this task, the rewards seems minuscule compared to the size of the task, after all in its current condition, free access to this library is not worth very much is it? 

… Not only that, it seems like you don't have any other solutions to fix the situation, given your poor reading ability and discrimination against your race. 

Furthermore, with the Church spreading rumors against the library, if I associate myself by helping you I run the risk of offending a very powerful faction!"

Listening to Feng's words, Rania's façade dropped as her lips trembled and her eyes flopped down sadly again and she immediately started to sniffle.

"So.. so… You won't help me after all? Uwwaaah, I'll nev-"

"That's not what I meant! I'll help you but only for better rewards!"

Quickly stopping Rania before she could launch into a full-fledged outburst, Feng hurriedly reassured her of his intentions is merely to negotiate.

"But I don't have much else to offer you… I have spent most of my treasures from adventuring on maintaining the library and paying for expenses… uwwah"

"Relax Rania, that's fine. What I propose is that we become partners! In exchange for a share… say half of the library; I'll help you with the management and business part of things and turn this library into a blooming place with full of people. So how about it? Partners?"

Striking to the core of the matter, Feng proposed an "attractive deal" to the desperate cat-girl with a smug grin on his face like a spider watching pretty enter its webs.

Shuffling her feet cutely, Rania ducked her head and blushed after hearing Feng's words with a completely different understanding and replied shyly. "Uwaa? … Propose? … Partners? …isn't this too fast? … but if it is you… I guess it's fine."

Astounded by the easy acceptance, having started with a higher bargain with an intention of bringing it down after negotiation, Feng decided to push his luck a bit further…

"One more thing…"

"Mm?"

"… I want to be allowed to pet your ears…"

"Uwaawaaaa… You can't just say something like that to a lady… and… you should know… it is fine since you proposed…"

Turning a bright red, Rania hid her face behind her hands as she peeked out at Feng stuttering her answer.

'Excellent, I'm glad she has accepted my business proposal, huhuhu.. I'm the first player who will be able to get a business and a place with knowledge like this can definitely be leveraged to increase my growth… Plus Rania is really fun to pet, reminds me of the cats Mom never allowed me to bring home due to her allergies…'

Completely missing out on Rania's odd reaction as he mentally congratulated himself, Feng was lost in his thoughts like Rania who was similarly lost in her own fantasies… in a completely different direction.

*DING*

[New Quest Obtained: Reviving The Library
You have undertaken the great task of reviving the library and gaining Rania's favor. Be warned, the Church of Light seem to have some sort of agenda against the library's revival.
Grade: C

Objectives: 
1) Re-open the library
2) Get at least fifty people to use the library within the first week of re-opening

Bonus Objectives:
1) Get more people to use the library within the first week
2) - Hidden - 
3) - Hidden -

Rewards:
1) 50% ownership of the Library
2) Increased Relationship with Rania (+50)
3) Decreased Relationship with Church of Light (-20)
4) Gain Enemies: - Hidden -

Failure:
1) Decreased Relationship with Rania (-20)
2) Decreased Relationship with Adventurers' Guild (-10)
3) Gain Enemies: - Hidden – ]


Staring at the quest window, Feng mentally swore.

'Grade C? That's higher than even the Grade D quest the play-testers talked about and that required a large group of them to clear a raid boss and most of them died… Not only that I will be gaining hidden enemies no matter what I do, plus antagonizing the Church even more… 

Damn it, should I continue with the quest? But the rewards… and I need the library for my magic training anyway. Ah screw it, it just means I need to outmaneuver all of them… I need to plan multiple layers of contingencies and attack plans then.'

Not wasting any time, Feng quickly scanned the library and checked out some books titles as he cooked up schemes in his mind… 

First of all, define the core competencies and resources, next define the target market and segments within it, then identify the key competitors and stakeholders, lastly determine strengths and weaknesses in relation to the competitors. 

Next, analyze the current situation, trends, future changes and determine the opportunities and threats. 

Running through all the factors in his mind, Feng quickly picked out a few key factors based on what he currently know and have observed and started to refine a plan mentally.

'The first step to get this library back on its feet is to clean it up and get it operational, the next step is to increase traffic flow, alongside traffic flow, revenue streams must be obtained. It will take too long to get it operational with just the two of us… Luckily we have some resources to leverage on… Excellent.'

"Rania, let us begin operations. Firstly, I presume there are some storage areas in the library? I would like to you first empty all the shelves in the first third of the first floor and move the shelves into storage, then please rearrange the remaining shelves like so. 

I will be sorting out the books into piles while you do so and after you are done with that, kindly empty all the shelves and bring all the books to the second floor where I will sort them. 

I intend to create a new sorting system and you just need to move the piles I have sorted to the respective shelves I will be labeling... There is writing material here somewhere right?"

"Of course! We keep a large amount of paper and ink here, considering the large amount of scholars who needed to take notes and it is also used for records."

"Excellent, bring me some writing materials and let's get started!"


--Library – Second Floor--

*8 hours later*


"Feng… is a slave-master! We have been working for HOURS since the moon rose up and haven't eaten a bite since afternoon… Can we please stop now? I am so hungry and tired…"

A dispirited Rania pooled on top of a desk grabbing her tummy and moaning to Feng who was rapidly looking at titles and occasionally flipping through the first few pages and scanning the text before sorting the books into six distinct stacks.

"Oh yes, we should grab something to eat to ensure we remain productive! Here, do you want some hard bread? I took some from the guild training room!"

Looking up briefly, Feng nodded in agreement and pulled out two breads from his inventory and tossed one over at Rania before returning to his work while gnawing on the other.

"EHHH! … But but… can't we go get better food and rest soon? … I can cook for you and… you could come and… sleep at my place?"

"Mm.. You go ahead then, I'll need to do a lot more sorting work since shelving is a lot faster to do."


*Many hours later*


Stretching his arms to get rid of all the kinks and knots he gotten from poring over the books for hours and hours, Feng yawned and rubbed his eyes blearily as he finally paid attention to his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the gentle light of dawn shining into the library… onto a Rania curled up into a little ball napping on the table beside him. Glancing at his work, he realized that he created six large piles which could populate perhaps one fifth of the first floor shelves with ten times the amount left to be sorted… Not to mention the sorting he has done was rough at best.

'Oh well, I already expected this result, time to execute part two of the plan... Hmm, I seem to have gotten some notifications while I was sorting out the books. Must have blocked them out due to my hyper-focused state.'

[New Stat Unlocked: Willpower

Through long hours of repeated labor and staving off fatigue and hunger through sheer mental fortitude, you have unlocked Willpower. 

Willpower enables you to push past your limits and accomplish feats you are normally unable to achieve… This may come at a severe price if you push too far beyond your limitations.]


[New Skill Obtained: Concentration
Through long hours of dedicating yourself to a particular task, you have learned how to concentrate fully and enter a deeper state of complete focus. It helps you in all skills requiring mental focus.

(Passive Skill)
+2 Wisdom
+2% Effectiveness for any focus-related skills]


[Congratulations! Your toil has earned you:

+2 Wisdom
+6 Endurance
+10 Willpower]


'These should come in handy, especially for once I learn some magic! Better get things rolling first if I want to get my magic training soon though…'

Poking Rania gently to try to rouse her from her slumber, Feng soon got annoyed as Rania proved to be absolutely impossible to awaken. Grinning evilly, Feng started gently scratching Rania's ears which elicited gentle purring from her tightly curled up body… before abruptly sticking his finger right into her ear.

"NYAAAAAAHHH!"

Leaping up so high she nearly crashed into the ceiling, Rania landed on the table with all her hair and ears sharply raised and looking absolutely shocked. Feng merely grinned innocently and carried on casually.

"Glad you are awake Rania, I laid out some instructions telling you where to put the piles I sorted and also some special instructions if you manage to complete the shelving before I am back."

'Approximately twelve hours should have passed out in real life given that it has been a day since I entered, it is probably time to take a quick refresher break especially after that long monotonous task.'

Laying down his head to rest on the table, Feng then pressed the log-out button leaving his avatar behind to rest.

2021, Apex Corporation is about to release the first Virtual Reality game - Ascension. The whole world is anticipating the release. The objective of the game: rise to the top, no matter what path you chose and break through mortal limits to ascend. 

Surpassing limits has always been humanity's strength, but are there lines we should not cross? In a game which blurs the lines between virtual and reality, find out what lies beyond...

Hepatectomy was considered one of the top surgical skills out there.
Previously, Ling Ran spent more of his time actually operating on patients. Even though he had been writing research papers, as a whole, he spent more of his time doing rather than thinking.
Never had he expected that by making notes when he was free, his hepatectomy skills would be elevated.
Before this, when he only possessed Master Level Hepatectomy, he was already capable of carrying out freelance surgeries all over Changxi Province. Now that he possessed Perfect Level Hepatectomy…
Ling Ran immediately asked internally, "System, what is my ranking right now when it comes to hepatectomy?"
"You possess Perfect Level Hepatectomy. You rank 5th in the world, 2nd in China, and 1st in Changxi Province…" The system gave a very quick answer.
Ling Ran arched an eyebrow.
He still remembered that the first perfect level skill he possessed was Perfect Level Barehanded Bleeding Control. But at that time, he did not even rank within the top hundred in the world for that, and he only ranked 13th in the country. Comparatively, Perfect Level Hepatectomy seemed to carry more weight.
Next, another notification from the system appeared.
[Reward: Self-Improvement]
[Reason for Reward: Obtained "Perfect Level Hepatectomy" courtesy of your own practice]
[Reward: Level Two Skill Book]
A skill book with golden rims appeared amid a ball of blue light. It was sparkling.
Ling Ran opened it without hesitation.
[Level Two Skill Book: Elevates a Basic Skill to Perfect Level]
Next, the six basic surgical skills appeared on the title page of the book. The words were sparkling.
[Exposure]
[Incision]
[Separation]
[Bleeding Control]
[Suturing]
[Drainage]
Ling Ran immediately understood that this meant he did not need to make any further choices after he selected one of the six basic skills and that a Level Two Skill Book allowed him to elevate one of the basic skills to the perfect level. That included all the skill branches.
But Ling Ran was hesitant.
Prior to that, he had obtained Barehanded Bleeding Control and Hemostasis by Heat via Level One Skill Books. After that, he had also chosen Separation of Tissues, which fell under Separation.
Ling Ran could pretty much carry out hepatectomy so well to the point of perfect level because he had the help of those perfect level skills.
The two bleeding control methods allowed Ling Ran to take risks and carry out all forms of hepatectomy. This also greatly lowered the risk of surgery.
As for the Separation of Tissues, it allowed him to navigate the most important aspect of hepatectomy smoothly.
Even a small skill branch within a basic skill could bring about such a great difference. How would things be like to be able to master an entire basic skill?
First, Ling Ran looked at Bleeding Control and Incision.
Bleeding control had always been important to a surgeon. The better the surgeon was at bleeding control, the lower the probability of patients dying on the operating table.
Ling Ran had already obtained two skill branches within Bleeding Control, and if he were to select Bleeding Control now and master all the skill branches, it was not like the system would give him two Level One Skill Books in return.
An incision was slightly different compared to separation. Incisions meant the cutting of tissues without complete removal. One example was incisions made during open abdominal surgery. Aside from that, separations did not always require a scalpel. Sometimes, tissues could be pulled off using a surgeon's bare hands.
Compared with Separation, where Ling Ran had already obtained a skill branch from, he felt that Incision would be able to elevate his abilities to a greater extent.
After he thought about it, Ling Ran's gaze fell on Exposure.
As the saying went, "It only takes five years to make a good surgeon, but a surgeon needs ten years to become good at exposure." Even excellent surgeons like Ling Ran could not become good at exposure within two or three years after starting their career.
Aside from this, the route and mode of exposure for different kinds of surgery were different. If Ling Ran only had a Level One Skill Book now, he would need to choose between Bone Exposure, Liver Exposure, Skull Exposure, and others.
However, with a Level Two Skill Book, he could master all of them...
Ling Ran did not spend too much time hesitating. He clicked on Exposure.
In a flash, a large amount of information entered Ling Ran's brain.
Ling Ran swayed a little as he sat on his chair.
"Doctor Ling?" Yu Yuan asked vigilantly. Ling Ran's body was extremely huge compared to hers. Hence, it seemed to her as if Ling Ran had swayed a lot. 
"I'm okay. Hmm... we were talking about classification of hepatectomies done via large incisions, weren't we? I feel like we can make some changes to the part about thoracoabdominal incisions." As Ling Ran stared at the screen of his laptop, there were some changes to his thought process.
Yu Yuan looked like an obedient tabby cat. She hummed in acknowledgment and started to type on the keyboard with her "paws".
Ling Ran also made some notes on his laptop as he pondered.
The emergency room became quiet.
The doctors who had something to do were using all their strength to type so that they appeared hardworking. The doctors who had nothing to do pretended that they had something to do. As they could put their full focus on putting on an act, they seemed even more hardworking than those who actually had something to do.
Even the money plant on the windowsill was pretending to look very healthy. Its leaves swayed with the light breeze, and it looked like a buff guy who had just done a set of fifteen squats. It looked like it had muscles as hard as that of a zombie's, and its stem was trembling so violently that it was as if it was suffering from Parkinson's disease.
*Creak*
The old-fashioned double door which had not been repainted for a long time was opened in a hurry.
The department director of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery of Yun Hua City's Sixth People's Hospital, Song Shang entered the emergency room.
Song Shang had invited Ling Ran over for freelance surgeries twice, and one of them was for somebody he knew. That surgery was held in Yun Hua City's Sixth People's Hospital. Another time, it was when a patient was suffering from a major hemorrhage. He had called Ling Ran over to help out.
Compared to other doctors who he had only met once or twice, Song Shang knew Ling Ran pretty well.
However, Song Shang was not in the mood to make small talk. He looked around, and when he saw that there was no patient present, he immediately said, "Doctor Ling, the liver of one of my patients was accidentally sliced, and he's bleeding nonstop right now. Can you come over to take a look?"
"The liver was accidentally sliced?" Ling Ran was extremely dumbfounded when he heard what Song Shang said.
"Sigh… This subordinate of mine is an idiot. He's always in a hurry. It was just a simple bile duct surgery." Song Shang covered his face in embarrassment. He was in disbelief over how incompetent his subordinate was. If it were not for the fact that he was afraid that the patient would die on the operating table, Song Shang would not have asked for help.
"Has the patient lost a lot of blood?" Ling Ran stood up as he spoke.
"It's almost 80 ounces now," Song Shang uttered a white lie. In reality, by the time he headed over, the patient had lost around 100 ounces of blood. However, he lowered the figure as he was worried that Ling Ran would not want to help.
Ling Ran nodded. After he put on a pair of scrubs, he strode toward the operating theater.
Song Shang followed him and thanked him as he explained the situation.
It was a very common occurrence in every hospital for doctors to ask for help from other surgeons during surgery.
The weak doctors would ask for help, and the excellent doctors would save the day. This was always how things went.
Ling Ran arrived at the operating theater in a hurry. He quickly washed his hands and got changed before he walked over to the operating theater.
The young doctor who was performing bleeding control had both of his hands soaked in blood. He looked lost, and he did not respond when he saw his department director as well as Ling Ran
"How much blood has the patient lost?" Ling Ran asked the anesthetist directly.
"A hundred and eight ounces," the anesthetist said.
Ling Ran nodded. The patient was considered to be in a pretty critical condition to have lost this much blood. If they were not careful about it, the patient would end up in the morgue.
"Make way for Doctor Ling," Song Shang reminded the young doctor, who was in a daze.
"There's no need for that." Ling Ran went opposite the young doctor and looked down at the patient's abdominal cavity. He slowly said, "We will control the bleeding together."
Song Shang went over to stand beside Ling Ran. He nodded a few times and reprimanded his subordinate. "Hurry up and thank Doctor Ling for giving you a chance to correct your mistake."
Only then did the young doctor seem like he had regained his senses. He quickly said, "Thank you, Doctor Ling."
Ling Ran hummed softly in acknowledgment. He then slowly extended his hand into the patient's abdominal cavity.
　　


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Breakfast that morning was uneventful. Lucian chattered to her at length about the many amenities the castle offered. When Caroline had begun to ask about the surrounding city, the older vampire was quick to steer the conversation back to the keep. Mara chimed in from time to time with a nod or suggestion. The food was delicious but different, small plates consisting of varied delicate portions. While some flavors were familiar, she could not place others. The young witch wondered if they were native to Ibudal or just the fare of wealthy people. She had eaten her meal politely, while deep down longing for Nim's heaping savory portions. She noted with a small tinge of disappointment that Ender was absent from the morning meal. Caroline had so many questions for the vampire. She could ask his brother but dread what tangent she might send the older vampire spiraling down. She had observed that while Ender was harder to wheedle for answers, he tended to be more direct.
Caroline took her leave of the older vampire and Mara, excusing her self from the table. Lucian bid her good day with a nod and wave of his slender arm, crimson eyes sparkling. The vampire, dressed in the same crisp all-black suit from the night before, appeared not to have changed clothes. She wondered if he had even slept. Mara appeared at Caroline's side as the young woman exited the dining hall and placed a comforting arm around her shoulder,
"I know it must have been a difficult few days for you dearie, you let me know if you need anything or directions in this godforsaken castle." the serving woman told her with a wink and soft smile. Caroline could see up close that even Mara's serving dress was more refined than anything she had ever owned back home. Dark blue with delicate silver stitching, the dress hugged the older woman's curves given her the look of a specter floating through the halls. Mara's dark brown hair with flecks of grey sprinkled throughout was tied in a neat bun on top of her head this morning.
"Thank you, Mara. I am happy you're here." Caroline leaned into the woman's half-hug for a moment before turning away. The interaction with the woman, however brief, sent a shock of longing for her grandmother Caroline hadn't expected. The older woman gave Caroline a quick look of sympathy before changing the subject.
"What would you like to do today?" Mara asked, without waiting for an answer, she started to point in different directions. "The gardens are through the dining room, and the library is up the stairs and in the east wing."
"I think I'll go see the library," Caroline told her. Seeing Lucian again so early in the morning was low on her priority list. She still wasn't thrilled about him watching her sleep, or the comments made to Captain Grier last night. False or not, she even found them to be rude and bit hurtful. The vampire might be handsome and well-spoken, but that did not mean he was someone she wanted to be around currently.
Finding the library was reasonably straightforward, Mara had given her excellent guidance in finding the place, but Caroline found herself stopping throughout the sprawling keep to admire the many ornaments and paintings she saw. Instinctively she reached for her notebook only to remember it was sitting on the bedside table in her room. As beautiful as her dress was, it sorely lacked in pockets. Maybe she could purchase a bag? She mused.
Caroline smoothed the front of her light blue dress, unable to take her eyes off the tattoo spread over her right hand. The pain had all but gone from the night before, but the sight was still slightly shocking. Seeing the mark on her body would take some getting used to. A set of large engraved double doors made of a dark wood loomed before her. Nudging one side open, the young witch poked her head inside. Seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, she entered slowly and began to peer around the cavernous room. The library was round, taking up the whole of the tower with a spiral staircase running along the edge of the cases. Sunlight sprinkled in through narrow windows.
She assumed the library would be as lavish as the rest of the keep but had not anticipated the sheer volume of texts. Both Caroline and Nim were avid readers, and though they had books strewn about the farmhouse, it was only a tiny drop in the ocean of novels surrounding her now. The witch looked around her in reverence. She didn't know where to start. Running her slender fingers along the spines of the tomes closest to her, she felt at home for the first time since arriving in Ibudal. The smell of aged parchment and leather reminder her so much of home. 
"Yoo! Hoo!" a voice trilled behind her from the door. "You must be Caroline." An aged man poked his head from behind the door much the same as Caroline had when she entered. His face was kind but weathered. His features were so wrinkled they looked almost like melted candle wax. He was stooped over with a pair of spectacles barely staying put on his long crooked nose. Caroline nodded. The elderly man hobbled over to her, standing about a head shorter than her, and held out his hand. "I am Jerel, keeper of the library. Although I think Lord Lucian only keeps me on the staff so I can play chess with him from time to time." Jerel told her with a chuckle.
She took his hand and smiled at the man warmly. She could tell that despite his self deprecating comment that the older man lovingly doted upon the books in his care. She couldn't spot a speck of dust, and several books were laid out on a table next to tools, appearing in different stages of repair. Several other tables were stacked with papers and quills, and a smaller table looked to have a half-finished game of chess sitting atop it. "I am glad to know you," she told him, glancing around the room. "Your library is magnificent."
"Oh, ho, the library is not mine," he said, waving a gnarled hand, "just mine to look after for now. Can I help you find anything? Romance? History perhaps?"
"I'd like to read about plants native to the area. Herbs, trees, flowers, whatever you have." Caroline told him with excitement in her eyes. The fact that she couldn't identify every specimen on her journey to the castle had been bothering her. It also wouldn't hurt to have a working knowledge of what she could use in the area for medicinal purposes if need be.
"Ah! A young botanist we have. How splendid. Come, I'll show you." Jerel said as he began to move towards the staircase at a tortoise-like pace. Caroline followed admiring the expansive collection as they went. 
The young witch spent all morning reading in the library. She cleared off a small desk that Jerel assured her she could use for the duration of her stay. Caroline accepted gratefully. Having left her book of notes back in her room, the old librarian was kind enough to give her some parchment and a quill to write with as she sorted through the tomes stacked up around her. Focusing mainly on trees and shrubs, Caroline spent hours committing different plant life to memory, jotting notes down throughout her studies. 
She did find one book about magical plants she decided she would bring back to her room with her to read that evening. The girl was not aware such flora existed, but she had resigned herself to the fact that there was much she didn't know since coming to Ibudal.
Once her eyes had become bleary from reading, and her stomach began to growl, she realized it must be nearing lunchtime. Thanking the elderly man again for his help, he hobbled over to her and took her hands in his. 
"This castle needs a little more life in it, I am glad you are here," he told her, his spectacled eyes twinkling. "Please let me know if I can help you with anything else."
Caroline told him she would and felt a little lighter after the interaction. Touched by the man's kindness, she wondered to herself how such a sweet old man could have wound up in such a place.The witch returned her room after saying goodbye to Jerel. After dropping the armload of books, Jerel had sent her with, in the armchair in front of her fireplace, Caroline decided she would briefly tour the garden before locating Mara for some lunch. Picking up her small leather-bound book, she started to head downstairs. Noticing a short hallway to the left of the grand staircase, she decided on taking the servant's passageway down.
 The passage was narrow, but the chances of running into either of the vampire brothers on her way should be less. Caroline knew her own habits well, and getting distracted by conversation was undoubtedly one of them. Passing by the small windows in the spiral staircase, she could see the bright rays of the sun gleaming down on the town below.
Caroline envied the townspeople's freedom. Here she was so far from home, locked in a castle with three vampires and an elderly librarian. Back home, staying indoors was a rarity for her. While visiting the enclosed garden was tempting, the feeling of being locked in a cage still loomed all around her. No one had asked Caroline if she wanted to be sent to Ibudal, and in fact, it was Ender who had ordered her to come with him to Castle Mont.
Being left with so few choices in the last two days left her feeling lost like she had no control over her own fate. Glancing down at the tattoo lacing its way across her hand, she thought ruefully of another decision she had little choice in the making. The more the young witch thought about it, the more resentful she became of the vampires. Who were they to order her around? She had only signed a contract with minimal terms, they couldn't dictate where she went.
Resolute, Caroline continued down the corridor until she located what she suspected would be there at the end. The servant's entrance. Thankfully Mara must have been in a different part of the castle. Unhooking the latch, she creaked the door open as quietly as possible, hoping none of the vampires would be able to hear her exiting the building. 
Bright sunlight rained down upon her as the soft, warm breeze tickled her cheeks. Caroline closed her eyes and breathed in a deep lungful of spring air, she couldn't help but grin to herself. Caroline did not belong indoors, her home was under the sky. Home was turning cold earth over in her hands, watching the worms wriggle away as she planted. It was sweating under the summer sun leading the sheep into their pasture. Home was babbling streams, birdsong, and falling leaves. The young witch may not be in Ovandale, but she could find solace outside of the castle's confining stone walls.
 It didn't take her long at all to locate the path with which she suspected delivery men brought goods to the castle. The girl had delivered produce from the farm herself using such entrances for a few of the larger homes back in Ovandale. No one had bothered her all morning in the library, surely they wouldn't miss her for the afternoon.
Caroline sauntered down the path admiring the blossoming trees and budding flowers as she began the short walk to the small city. She was too absorbed in her surroundings to notice Ender watching her from his balcony.

Caroline is a smart young woman who is thrust into a dangerous new world when she falls from an apple tree one day under suspicious circumstances. While navigating a dangerous foreign land filled with creatures she’s only ever read about, Caroline must learn to let go of her simple life and embrace new aspects of her identity she never thought possible. In the midst of chaos she learns to rely on her strength and determination to master her abilities and cooperate with Ender, a 200 year old vampire, who crosses her path. After striking an agreement the two journey together, their fates now entwined by a deep magic, on a mission to evade pursuit and stop an invading army from enslaving Caroline’s people and destroying the nation she calls home.

After exchanging a few words with Xia Cheng, Lu Sheng parted with them. As Xia Cheng's friend chided him, he walked into the library.
The library building was shaped like a horseshoe. There were six stories in total, with three of them being underground and the other three above. The library was silvery-gray, and the huge symbol of the Platinum Academy hung on the topmost story—it was a six-petalled Yingbai Flower.
This flower had a hexagonal appearance. The petals were slender and straight. Other than the oval stamens in the middle, Lu Sheng could not differentiate it from a hexagon.
Classes were ongoing now. Not many students went in or out of the library. Most of them walked with hurried steps. Only students such as Lu Sheng, who just started the term and whose teaching materials were not distributed yet, would have no classes and free time on their hands to visit the library for books.
Lu Sheng entered the great hall of the library. He received a borrowing card from an old librarian, and walked up to the floor guides. He searched for the floor which contained the information he wanted.
According to Jorin's memories, the last time he came into the library was a few months ago. He was here to investigate the explosion all those years ago.
Back then, he had stayed in the lower-third floor for half a month. Although he did not find many clues, he had a deep understanding of the causes and effects of the incident.
The Platinum Academy had categorized the explosion as a study case for the intelligence course and the assassination course.
The culprit was still at large even after assassinating the important person. It could be considered one of the 10 most successful assassination attempts in the federation.
Lu Sheng quickly found the floor where the teaching materials on Harmonizing Power were kept. They were in Room A10 on the upper second floor.
"Bam."
All of a sudden, someone bumped lightly into him from behind.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
A bespectacled mild-mannered man scratched his own head. He kept apologizing as he panted slightly.
"I ran too fast and couldn't stop in time."
"It's alright," Lu Sheng said drily. "Just be careful next time."
"I will, I will." The bespectacled guy hastily nodded his head. Then, he ran up to the floor guide, glanced at it, and hurried away. He dashed into the nearby elevator, which had just opened its doors.
The elevator's doors closed. Lu sheng stood where he was, lost in thought. He fumbled around in his pocket and felt a white paper strip.
'Interesting.' He raised an eyebrow. He did not take the paper strip out. Instead, he took the stairs and walked up to the second floor.
On the deserted stairs, he silently took the paper strip out and glanced at it.
There was only a row of small words written clearly. "Be careful."
"It's this handwriting again…" Lu Sheng furrowed his brows. When Jorin came to the library to investigate about the explosion incident, it was because of the guidance from this mysterious paper strip.
This time, the paper strip came again.
The bespectacled man just now was completely different from the previous person.
'Looks like the waters are deep here… I must be careful. It seems that Jorin's investigations had stirred up some trouble. My Arrival here might not be due to an accident.' He had some guesses in his mind. He had not intentionally knocked Jorin out with sparks.
He went to the second floor at a normal pace. There were not many people here. The seats along the corridor were occupied by embracing couples. One of the pairs was even kissing as if they were the only ones there.
Lu Sheng found Room A10 beside a couple. He pushed the door open and went in.
The administrator of the reading room was a young female student. She was sitting at a table reading something along the lines of XXX Chronicles.
Lu Sheng gave her his reading card to check. The girl gave it a casual glance and returned it to him.
Lu Sheng received his card, and swept his gaze across the room. There was only a handful of people in the reading room, much to his surprise.
"Weapons and combat on the left, Harmonizing Power and external machine parts on the right. Help yourself." The administrator had a lazy air about her. She did not even lift her head up. With that, she continued reading her book.
Lu Sheng did not care.
Everyone had similar talents when it came to Harmonizing Power. It was also a simple thing to train. Hence, not many put an emphasis on it.
The Harmonizing Power training methods of the various schools were largely similar to each other. The only difference was in the selection.
Everything came down to the talent an individual possessed. The ones with greatest talent and least talent were only different by a small margin. Hence, it was only natural for Harmonizing Power to be deemed unimportant.
Lu Sheng passed by a female student who was squatting while she read through some books. He quickly found the rack containing the materials on Harmonizing Power.
"Introduction to Harmonizing Power"; "The Path of Harmonizing Power"; "Exploring Harmonizing Power"; "Letting Go of Your Heart"; "On the Power of Concentration"; "The 365th Day I Fell in Love with Harmonizing Power".
The multitude of amusing book titles immediately dampened Lu Sheng's interest to filter through them.
He swiftly scanned the title and decided on the simplest book, titled "Three Mainstream Schools of Harmonizing Power".
He took the book and flipped through it casually. Lu Sheng quickly understood what this so-called Harmonizing Power was. This was how it was written in the book.
"…after decades of debate, there is no conclusive agreement as to the nature of Harmonizing Power. Some say that it's the manifestation of the brain's spirits, some say it's the manifestation of concentration and the senses. Some even went as far as to say that it's some self-defensive power given by a divine spirit to humans.
"This power is terrifyingly stable. The key influencing factor of Harmonizing Power lies mainly in the body's functions and its coordination with the mind.
"In today's society, there are three mainstream training methods of Harmonizing Power. The first one is the Fifth Iron Cross Set. The second one is Seventy-seven Variations of Self-massaging. The third one is Iron Man's Three Gears."
The styles and emphasis of the three Harmonizing Power training method were different.
However, the overall difference in their effects was extremely small. All of them worked to develop the abilities of the human body. Their methods were different, but their effects were similar. It had to be said that this primarily showed that the current training methods were already quite advanced.
Lu Sheng did a comparison. Because all three of them had similar effects, in the end, he chose the one with the least side effects, which appeared to be the best choice given the circumstances. He chose the Iron Man's Three Gears.
The Iron Man's Three Gears had a clear-cut advantage compared to the other two training methods. However, its shortcoming was that the user would be tired, extremely tired. It was not widely applicable.
'I'll pick this. Let's take a look at the actual training method.'
The Iron Man's Three Gears was very simple. It was divided into three gears. When he accomplished the third gear, he would basically have unleashed a human's body Harmonizing Power already.
According to statistics, that would take him three years.
Lu Sheng quickly memorized the training methods of the three gears. They comprised bodily movements similar to yoga or gymnastics. At most, he would be adding weights while practicing them. Hence, there were not many words. The content was only about 4000 words long, which complemented the explanatory figures. For Lu Sheng who was in the Weapon Grandmaster tier, this was something that could be done in two minutes.
Two minutes later, he completely memorized the entire training method. Then, he tried to find descriptions and explanations about the Iron Man's Three Gears in other books.
He went through dozens of books. Lu Sheng summed them all up together, and came up with a standard edition with the most standard contents and the largest capacity to accommodate mistakes.
'After this, it'll be training of the first gear. I can begin immediately after I go back. The good thing about this training method is it's low requirement of the surroundings.'
Lu Sheng put the book back on the shelf and walked out from between the shelves.
"Jorin?" In a space beyond the bookshelves, a big and tall male student with long hair stood. The student was regarding him with a shocked expression. He seemed to be slightly surprised.
"You're here as well?"
"Oh, it's you, Shajay?" Lu Sheng was slightly surprised as well. Unlike the green Jorin, he had the vague feeling that the appearance of the class monitor, Shajay, here was too much of a coincidence.
"I'm here to look up something. Are you feeling better now, Jorin? You seemed to have gotten hit pretty badly back then." Shajay appeared kind.
"Thanks for your concern, class monitor. I feel much better now," Lu Sheng replied off-handedly.
"That's good…" A hint of puzzlement flashed across Shajay's eyes. However, he quickly masked it.
"Carry on with your work. I'll be leaving now," Lu Sheng added.
"Mm-hm. Alright." Shajay nodded slightly.
Shajay looked at Lu Sheng's receding back as he exited the reading room. His expression slowly grew cold.
'I can't believe he's still alive after that. What a lucky guy.'
Shajay turned around and did not care about anything else. He casually grabbed a book and left the reading room as well.
After a short while, Lu Sheng's figure reappeared in the reading room. He swept his gaze across the room. When he did not see Shajay there, he had an answer in his heart.
...
In the afternoon, back at the dormitory.
Lu Sheng immediately started the training of the Iron Man's Three Gears' first gear. There was no need for extra weights for the first gear's training. Hence, he could just carry it out in his room.
'Imagine a layer of goo covering every inch of your skin, maintain the image, and make the posture as shown in the diagram.'
Lu Sheng had been practicing martial arts for a long time and dabbled in many techniques and secret Arts. Naturally, he was extremely adept at the most fundamental drills that resembled auxiliary exercises.
However, Jorin's body was too weak. It could not bear too heavy a burden. Lu Sheng successfully completed the movements of the first gear and felt a tearing pain all over his body. Many of his muscles were forcibly pulled open.
'Almost there. It's good enough to be initiated with the basics.' Without wasting any time, Lu Sheng immediately sat down to rest. He poured a glass of water for himself and downed it in one gulp.
"Deep Blue," he called out internally.
The faint blue frame surfaced. Lu Sheng immediately looked toward the last frame.
"Armor Harmonizing Power. Weak Level Two (Iron Man's Three Gears, Uninitiated). (Special traits. Ability to Control an Armor up to 11 Centimeters Thick.)"
"So it's appearing now?" Lu Sheng did not delay. He pushed the modify button under the Modifier. Then, he trained his eyes on the Armor Harmonizing Power's frame.
"Improve the Iron Man's Three Gears by one level."
His Mental Energy decreased slightly, but not even a single unit was expended.
Lu Sheng immediately saw the frame shake slightly. It blurred and immediately regained clarity. The new frame immediately switched to the forefront.
"Iron Man's Three Gears. First gear, level one. (Armor Harmonizing Power, Weak Level Three.)"
Lu Sheng clearly felt some invisible power being enhanced. This feeling was intriguing. It was as if he had a better grasp and awareness of the objects around him.
'So it's increased by one level, has it?' Lu Sheng looked at the book and learned that there were three ranks to Harmonizing Power.
Weak, Average, and Excellent.
Every rank was divided into five levels. The three ranks totaled 15 levels. Ordinary people could constantly train according to the training method and slowly improve their Harmonizing Power with the passage of time. The limits of ordinary people were in the range of Average Level Two or Three.
The training method of the Iron Man's Three Gears matched the categories of the 15 levels. The first, second, and third gears were equivalent to the Weak, Average, and Excellent ranks.
"Let's continue."


Demons, devils, ghosts and monsters
Plunge the mortals weak in horrors;
Arms of gods and blades of devils,
Shroud the world in untold evils.

Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant in the modern world. After waking from a drunken stupor one day, he found himself trapped in a dangerous world where demons, ghosts and supernatural monsters terrorize the land. 

In this world, ordinary mortals live in dark fear and helplessness, without any means to fight against the supernatural. 

As Lu Sheng struggles desperately for survival, he stumbles upon a game mod he had designed for a mobile phone app in his previous life. It unexpectedly becomes his special ability, which enables him to instantly level up any skill he learns, albeit at a cost.

Thus, Lu Sheng begins his journey, striving for power beyond the reach of a mortal as he treads the way of the Devil…  

Chen Mu and Wei-ah looked at each other, both knowing intuitively. After walking for about a minute, they heard the distant sound of voices in front of them. Even though he'd long since settled on the feeling, Chen Mu still couldn't help but look admiringly at Wei-ah. The guy's perception was so sensitive. He didn't know how it had gotten that way, but probably only the demonic woman could be measured against Wei-ah among the aces Chen Mu had come into contact with.
Cleo seemed to have sensed the tacit understanding between Chen Mu and Wei-ah, while the bodyguard up ahead was oblivious.
Only after a few more minutes did the bodyguard detect movement in front of him. His spirits were stirred as he yelled, "Young Master. They've arrived!"
Cleo's relaxed expression passed in an instant, though he didn't show too much joy. "Oh," he blandly responded.
A gang of people crashed out of the forest in front of them, and they were all excited when they saw Cleo.
"Young Master!""Young Master Cleo!""Nothing's happened to you. I'm so glad!" There was a lot of commotion for a while.
"What about Li Siben?" Cleo asked with a darkened face.
"Young Master..." A small man drilled out from the crowd. His bean-sized eyes were shifting around, though his panicked look disappeared in a flash when he rushed up, patting his chest and looking very aroused. "Excellent! Excellent! Nothing has happened to you, Young Master! You've scared Li Siben to death!"
Cleo looked at Li Siben, seeming to smile without smiling. "Not bad, not bad. Just in time. Your contributions are many, Li Siben."
The people calmed down, though some were still at a loss, and some seemed to have something on their mind.
With beads of sweat seeping out, Li Siben looked a little flustered, constantly wiping the sweat from his brow. He said with terror, "Calm down, Young Master. Don't be angry. Your servant encountered something along the way..."
"No need to mention it." With his spirits back to normal, Cleo waved him off, cutting off Li Siben's explanations. Looking at him without looking, he said, "Let's go; we can talk about it after we get home."
The Lewin family's house, which could be seen from their courtyard, wouldn't be considered one of the great houses. As compared with the Ning family pavilion Chen Mu had seen, there certainly wasn't anyplace there to light up a person's eyes. It still wouldn't be described as impoverished, nor would Cleo's father, Clive Lewin.
Clive comforted his son for a bit and admonished him not to run off to the jungle like that. Off to the side, Chen Mu was watching Cleo listen to his father's lecture with a face full of respect and couldn't help but heave a deep sigh of regret. The offspring of the wealthy were all profound schemers. That was probably the only way they could survive in the clan. Then, he looked at the expressionless Mose Lewin to the side, and Chen Mu felt glad he didn't need to face such nauseating affairs.
Mose looked a lot more mature than Cleo, and his physique looked a lot more developed. He was dressed very properly and had refined manners, exuding the temperament of an adult.
"Father, I have these two friends to thank this time. If it weren't for them, I'm afraid I wouldn't be seeing father just now." At that point, Cleo's eyes turned red, and his voice choked.
Clive dearly loved that son of his, and he immediately rose to show Chen Mu and Wei-ah courtesy. "Many thanks to the two of you," he said. "Clive truly appreciates it. If the two of you have any need of Clive, please don't hesitate to ask."
He continued on with much self-assurance, "In Pomelo, what Clive says can sometimes take care of things."
"Father, I want to give these two gentlemen the Baidoa Garden." Cleo had taken his father into a room to whisper to him, and Mose had also gone with him.
Clive was hesitant; the Baidoa Garden had been built 100 years prior and had been a symbol of the Lewin family for a long time—right up until a few decades ago when they had moved to Pomelo, and the house there went vacant. Clive wasn't too eager, but they had saved his son's life.
"I'm afraid that would be inappropriate. The Baidoa Garden was handed down from our ancestors. While it's too late to keep it up for those who come after us, how could we give it away?"
Mose had stood up by then. Clive hastily added, "What do you think, Mose?"
There was a glint in Mose's eyes, though he said with a mild laugh, "We have a number of businesses on our hands. Why don't we give them one of those? We can't let people think the Lewin family doesn't know how to return a favor. Plus, a card artisan who can travel deep into the jungle must have a lot of power and would be worth our cultivating."
"You are right." Clive approved of what Mose was saying. "But, which business should we give them?"
"We can't give the ones that are too underperforming. And, we can't toss off the good ones. I recall that we have a small firm under us called Heaven's Wings. Why don't we give them that one?" Mose drew out his response.
Clive furrowed his brow. "Heaven's Wings always takes a loss. Apart from our own internal business, it hasn't been able to get anything else profitable."
Mose lightly laughed. "I'm only afraid they won't want it. We can put some capital into the accounts, so it won't seem so shabby when we present it. Besides, Heaven's Wings has no outside business at all. The more they depend on us, the easier it will be for us to control. Once they get used to the money, it won't be so easy for them to stop."
Clive smoothed his brow and laughed. "You've grown a lot these last few years, Mose. Not bad, not bad." He turned to Cleo to chide, "Cleo, you should learn from your older brother, and stop fooling around all day."
"Yes, sir." Cleo answered submissively.
"So, that issue has been taken care of." Clive settled the matter.
Cleo looked up to say, "Father, let me take care of the Heaven's Wings matter. Cleo agrees these last few days of fooling around have really been too wild. I want to learn how to do things, so I can become like my big brother and make my own contribution to the family."
Clive looked gratified. "My little Cleo has finally grown up." After thinking about it, he nodded his head, saying, "Ok. You can be responsible for this matter. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask your brother, or you can ask me." Clive had greatly encouraged Cleo.
Mose remained smiling, also seeming gratified to see his little brother growing up. However, there seemed to be a little note of chill behind his smile.
Pomelo was a big city—bigger than Eastern Shang-Wei City, and it was a lot more developed. There were people all over the streets, and shuttle cars would whoosh by in the sky. There were tall buildings everywhere, giving it the rich style of a very modern city. The fantasy card billboards everywhere gave Chen Mu a feeling of déjà vu.
Copper...Uncle Hua...
The people and things that had been sealed away for so long all came bubbling up into his heart, and he wasn't in the mood to listen to Cleo's commentary. Flashes from the past flitted by as he sighed. When Chen Mu finally returned to the present from his memories, the aftereffect was hard to talk about.
"And this is Heaven's Wings." Cleo was pointing ahead to a silver-gray building. It was situated in the northwest corner of the city, and it could be seen from the surrounding buildings that it was a rather ordinary district. The buildings weren't so new, and that 11-story building didn't stand out among them.
Chen Mu didn't have much hope of getting any returns from those people and that so-called Heaven's Wings place, so he didn't do much more than take a look. He and Wei-ah were penniless, and since that Heaven's something-or-other still had some capital on its books, he was naturally willing to go ahead. Although he still hadn't quite figured out which district Pomelo was in, he still understood he couldn't do anything without money.
So, what was Heaven's Wings? How did it make money? He wasn't so interested. He never thought of himself as any kind of business guru. That would have been Copper, not him.
But, he wasn't afraid of not finding work. Given his current abilities, whether it was making fantasy cards or repairing them, he could do it easily. Chen Mu trusted that Wei-ah could take on any burden, so maybe they could get rich.
Their only issue was they didn't even have emergency funds. If they didn't find any reliable source, maybe Chen Mu could take Wei-ah to rob some mobsters in the many places he had seen along the way. Looting was Wei-ah's specialty. And, wherever there were mobsters, there would be a concentration of underworld power, which Chen Mu was an authority in.
Chen Mu was keeping up his guard about the Lewin Clan. He wouldn't be looking to Cleo and the rest for any help if he ran into bigger issues.
That didn't bother Chen Mu; there wasn't one among the grand aristocratic households he'd come across that had left a good impression on him. In Chen Mu's mind, they gave the impression of being the bad guys. The scheming of such hot stuff as Bo Wen was scary to Chen Mu, and he'd rather not have any dealings with them.
"I'd originally wanted to get my father to give the two of you the Baidoa Garden since only such a valuable thing as that could express my gratitude." Cleo looked angry. "I never thought my big brother wouldn't agree. My words don't count, and there wasn't much I could do about you having been wronged. Although it's small, the amount of money on the books of Heaven's Wings isn't trivial. And, I'll try to get as much inside business as I can for the two of you."
Cleo's face was full of sincerity, though seeing the two of them remaining indifferent discouraged him. He quickly arranged his expression as he led them into the building.
* * *
Mose was relaxing on the soft sofa in his apartment, where the warm, soft lighting would make anyone sleepy. Mose was drinking red wine in his comfort, and there was a thin middle-aged man sitting in front of him.
"We've lost track of Li Siben and his whole family, First Master, and Fen Ni has just been sent to the hospital, apparently with food poisoning. Two hours prior, her family discovered a fire, and none of the household was spared. It looks like it has to do with Second Master finding the sachet."
Mose took a sip of red wine and narrowed his eyes. "My beloved little brother is finally growing up, and his moves are starting to be like Mose's."
"Might we have applied too much pressure?" The middle-aged man hesitated before he spoke.
Mose shook his head with a shrug. "It's a little more interesting this way. Wouldn't it be boring otherwise?"
"We still haven't dug up the identity of those two. But, it so happens that those eight West Nile wolves were all killed in one blow, pierced through the skulls. The one who acted was apparently that card artisan, Cao Dong. The other one didn't make any moves, and we don't know anything about his strength. It looks as though Second Master wants to take advantage of their strength." The middle-aged man was very tidy in what he said.
"Ha, ha." Mose was gazing at the clear red wine in his hand and after a while said lightly, "Ai, he's so young after all, and he doesn't understand patience.
"Could it be that he doesn't know all of his anger is in vain when facing decisive power?" Having finished speaking, Mose self-indulgently finished off all the wine in his glass.


This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world.  Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice.  The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos –  human and nonhuman –  into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more.  Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.

Today was the start of a new day. Magnus got out relatively fresh and ready to dive into the dungeon once more. On his way he was called out by an old man wearing brown robes and wielding a curled staff
"You there boy! Are you the one they call 'Purple Cape' Magnus?"
The seemingly frail old man gave off a vibe that showed he wasn't to be messed but his attitude showed friendliness.
"I don't know about the purple cape part but I am indeed Magnus, is there anything you need old man?"
"Ah well I just wanted to thank you for looking after my juniors yesterday in the dungeon, I'm Irildor of the Hecate Familia. Say boy are you by chance interested in learning magic?"
"Magic eh? Well I do have a magic spell of my own but I don't know much about the topic"
"How about it, if you have the time this old man can show you the basics of magic and even help you determine your magical affinity"
Thinking over his schedule for today, Magnus found that it wouldn't be too bad to spare some time for this, if it worked he'd have improvements on his trump card, if it wasn't anything special then there wasn't much waste "Sure, I have time" laughing cheerily Magnus walked after Irildor as he lead him to a restaurant nearby. He was greeted by a sign labelled "Hostess of Fertility", inside he saw a variety of adventurers getting served by multiple females in green robes. 
"Ah Irildor-san what can I get for you today?" a cat person with brown hair came forward to greet the old man
"Anya-chan it's nice to see you as always, we'll have some your fruit liquor"
At the mention of 'we' Anya's attention was directed towards Magnus
"Are you a new recruit for Irildor-sans familia? If you take my word, don't' go there, they're just boring people who spend half their time stuck inside rooms reading books" Anya gave a grin as she talked
"Ah no I just owe him a small favor so I'm teaching him somethings about magic, and don't go badmouthing my familia, we prefer out peaceful lives with our books thank you very much" saying as much Irildor walked onwards to a table with a silent Magnus behind him and a cheerful Anya on her way to get the order
"Why the silent mode all of a sudden boy, don't tell me you got caught in that cats charms?"
"Hmmm? Oh no I was thinking how this isn't an ordinary place"
"What do you mean by that boy?"
"So many strong people and they're working as serving staff, especially that lady at the counter. The old man was right, the world is indeed wider than I thought" Magnus gave a small chuckle
"I see, you have good senses boy, now onto the subject that brought us here. Magic" At this word Magnus was once more attentive towards the old man "Magic is the power to bend the natural power in the environment to a mages will and then use it to cast spell. Magic is traditionally activated by chants as they have been proven to be the most mana efficient methods. There are other ways to utilize magic but they either lose out in terms of mana efficiency or spell stability. One such way of magic is by trigger words." Before he could continue he was interrupted by Magnus raising his hand "what is it boy?"
"Can you go into further explanation regarding trigger words?"
"Hmmm why not, trigger words or words of power are a way of casting magic by speaking words in the tongue of magic itself to bring forth effects. The advantage of this way of magic is that it requires at most    2-3 words spoken to activate the magic sequence but the mana required for such a feat can easily drain a normal magician in one or two words therefore people have moved onto the slightly longer but more efficient form of casting that is chants. Now the next thing you need to know about magic is affinity. Every budding mage needs to know their affinity. What sort of magic suits them best and what sort of magic is just a death trap. As a way of returning the favor I'm going to measure your innate magic capacity and magic affinity should you allow it. Don't worry I'll keep your information a secret that I swear on my falna"
Contemplating this information Magnus had a determined look in his eyes "I'll be in your care"
"Wonderful, now give your hand and sit still" Irildor grabbed Magnus's hand and closed his eyes. Magnus began to feel a warm current rise from his hand which he figured must be the old man's magic and let it enter without resistance. After a while Irildor let go and the warm current disappeared
"I am amazed to say the least. This is my first time sensing this much amount of magic in someone who hasn't even officially joined a familia. To give you a bare estimate, you could cast a Master-Level magic without burdening your reserves too much."
"Is that a lot?" "A lot? Good heavens boy that's enough magic to last a top level 1 mage on a dungeon dive"
"Huh, as expected of me I guess" Magnus gave out a smug smile while Irildor just shook his head.
"Now then let's test your magical affinity" saying so he reached into his pocket and somehow managed to pull an entire orb out of there
"How did you do that?" Magnus asked with a shocked expression
"Oh this? Any self-respecting mage would keep a spatial pocket artifact on his person at any time, moving on place your hand on this orb and let's see what we have"
Following his order, Magnus placed his hand and the orb started glowing a bright purple color no unlike his eyes and with a small spark it cracked.
"Oh, I did not mean to do that, I'll pay you for it" Magnus looked at the old man. Irildor himself had a surprised expression on his face, clearly not expecting this result.
"Don't worry about the orb my boy, it wasn't much anyways. Rather than that you seem to have an excellent affinity for lightning and even more so you have a specialized affinity with storm lighting. This type of lightning is best for destructive attacks and one of the more rare types of lightning affinities. I'd recommend you study up on lightning magic in preparation for the day you join a familia and are able to learn these magics"
As their conversation continued, Anya came back with their drinks and both of them indulged in the fruity wonder that was served to them
"Now then I must take my leave, don't worry about the drinks they're my treat. Should you find yourself in need of a familia, the Hecate familia welcomes talent like you with open arms."
"Thanks for the treat old man and I'll keep that in mind"
Both parties said their goodbyes and parted ways with Anya telling them to come again from the back

* * * * *
*Irildor POV*
Walking down the streets back to his familia base Irildor was deep in contemplation regarding the interesting youth he had just met. If molded carefully he had excellent potential as a mage, enough to even reach Level 6 easily. Irildor had no doubts in his head that the youth would make it big one day
Another thought in his head was regarding the youth's interest in Trigger Words and judging by his colossal reserves, it was probable that he was already a user of those words. 
"Hahaha it seems like it's going to be an interesting time with that boy around. I hope he takes my offer, there's so much potential in him and even if he declines I must make sure to keep friendly relations with him"
Making up his mind Irildor made his way back to the base to alert the familia regarding the interesting youth.
It had been quite some time since Archmage Irildor had taken such interest in a youngling and hell take him if he didn't see that potential through to the end. Laughing wildly Irildor made his way back ignoring the strange gazes sent his way.

The world of Danmachi is filled with wonders. Gods and Monsters and Adventurers of all kinds. 
Meet Magnus a new addition to the dungeon town Orario. Where is he form and what changes will he bring to the Danmachi world.
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I don't own danmachi and it's characters, those are the property of Fujino Ōmori
I only own my OC's
with that I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story

Harry's pov

You would think stalking the golden group as they embark of their mission would be hard, that they would use an invisibility charm or a notice me not charm (as Harry stole the invisibility cloak) and that Hermione at least, would cast a reviling charm to check for stalkers. 
Yet they did none of that, they went to the third floor, and went past the traps like in the books, with the only difference is that Neville was the one who recognized the Devil's Snare, and he stayed with Ron when he became injured due to the chess game.
Even the part in the books where Hermione told Harry how brave and noble he was, was repeated with Marcus, and if it sound suspicious... it shouldn't be, as when Harry was following them with  his invisibility cloak (it's his now!), the twins 'flying method (Ascendio, wingardium leviosa on clothes, Arresto Momentum and Depulso), invisibility charm underneath the cloak and the Silencio charm to make sure they didn't hear him scream.
he used one of the times the twins owed him the map for tonight and when he looked where he is at, he found out Dumbledore was also following them.
And Harry was sure that the weird parts in the traps which mad them easy were added by him because if not, why would Fred and George would have trouble going past the traps as they told him?
And yes, of course they went there, it is Fred and George.
Anyhow.... after the 'touching moment' Hermione and Marcus had, and Hermione and Dumbledore left (she to search for him and him to appear as the all knowing headmaster), Marcus drank the unknown potion that Hermione told him was anti-flame potion (seriously, he was thinking it was Snape and willingly drank a potion he provided?), and went past the flames.
As there wasn't any potion left and even if there was, Harry was unwilling to drink it, Harry used the bubble-head charm on the fire to make it small enough, and sailed above it.
When he came inside the first villain monologue was finished and Marcus was getting the stone from the mirror. Then the second monologue began where Voldemort showed his face and started talking about how Marcus should join him and that he didn't need to die like Peter Pettigrew 'Peter Pettigrew is dead?' Harry thought 'Then is Scabbers a real rat?' A quick look in the map showed him that Scabbers was Peter. 'So it means Sirius might be innocent and in jail even though the Potters are alive. Something to check later.'
As he thought about it, Quirrell was jumping onto Marcus in an attempt to get the stone and started to burn. while they were fighting and after Harry swore he would make it so he understand how Marcus touch burned Quirrell, Harry quickly used accio to summon the stone and used transfiguration to change a regular red stone he had to look exactly like the philosophers stone, he than used depulso to put the transfigured stone near Marcus.
As he got almost everything he wanted from this place, Harry hid behind the mirror and looked as the fight ended with Quirrell's death and Marcus losing conscious.
A few minutes passed when the black flames were putout an Dumbledore marched in, put the fake stone in his pocket and then used some spells to take Marcus out of the room.
Harry, seeing he was alone and checking with the map to make sure quickly took out his wand and used the geminio curse to replicate the mirror.
He then shrank the real mirror put it in his pocket.
 'As I don't know if tracking charms were put on it.' Harry thought while getting out of the third-floor corridor
'I guess it would be perfect next to my vanishing cabinet in the ROR Hiding room with the Stone in side of it with only me being able to take it out.' While thinking it, Harry's smile grew to an almost maniacal size. 
'After all, this is a school and he is a Professor, I'm supposed to learn from him.'

Three day's latter
Dumbledore's pov

Dumbledore's plan went perfectly, his chosen one's friends showed him self sacrifice, honor and made him believe in himself. 
Marcus drank the flaming curse potion that made him protected from flames and made any cursed person that touched him for the next hour to burn and die with the expanse of two years worth of life force.
And the all year casting of confundus made Quirrell forget using spells when trying to kill Marcus so he touched him and died.
And he made sure Marcus believed his powers came from love.
He even managed to convince his mentor he destroyed the stone even if he had to use confundus with the elder wand to do it.
So how is it possible that now when he looked at the stone he saw it was a fake??? Who took it? It couldn't be Voldemort as he wouldn't leave a transfigured stone, and he arrived 4 minutes tops after the battle was over! Who can it be?

Harry's pov

He got his grades today:
(AN: O - 90-100, EE - 70-89, A - 56-69, P - 50-56, D - 25-49, T- 0-25)
History of magic: theoretical:O
Astronomy: practical: O theoretical:O
Potions: practical: O theoretical:O
Herbology: practical: O theoretical:O
DADA:practical: EE theoretical:O
Charms: practical: EE theoretical:O
Transfigurations: practical: EE theoretical:O
Flying: practical: A
All of them was as he wanted, an excellent theoretical student with an average practical results in wands subjects 
This decision was planed so he wouldn't be seen as a threat to Dumbledore while giving him the chance to get the most broken artifact in this world- the time turner.

Daphne's pov

As they were sitting in the end of the year feast after the Headmaster made sure everyone in Slytherin hate him for his bias, as even though they didn't care about the house cup they cared about the blant way he favored Gryffindor as 60 points for bravery? She didn't see him give 60 points for loyalty to a Hufflepuff or even 10 points for ambition to a Slytherin. Daphne was thinking about this year and the next.
While everyone on the research group was satisfied with this year, she wasn't, as while she got O in all the practicals and theoretical, EE in theoretical transfigurations and A in history, they didn't make one step forward in the way to save her sister. Hell, they didn't even have direction, and she was truly scared she would fail. Which was why she decided that next year she would ask for more people to join their group and she would start with Harry Peverell, as professor Snape told her some weird things about him

Flashback 
Snape's last office hour of the year
Daphne's pov

"Professor, may I come in?"
"Miss Greengrass, I didn't expect you to be the Slytherin to come see me today," he said while gesturing to sit on the chair. "What can I help you today?"
Daphne sat in the chair before saying: "as you probably already know, I created a study group with the idea to research magic, and as you probably guessed, the magic researching doesn't go so well, I was wandering if you have an advice about the way to go."
"While a great ambition, you should abandon it for now. As researching magic can't be done without at least a fifth year's magical knowledge which is why only in sixth year we start giving research projects. You should instead focus on your studies and try getting more knowledge, just like mr. Peverell who while having average talent with wand subjects, can already pass the theoretical part of potions in the OWLs. In fact he remind me of my self when I was a first year...."

End flashback

She has to get the potions Genius to join her group!

Severus Snape's pov

Looking inside a persons mind when they remembered something about him was always a creepy experience, as looking into someone's mind wasn't like seeing a movie or a memory in a pensieve, an emotionless recounting of something, but seeing how someone's mind changed their look in the world and of people. In fact the only thing worse than seeing how a person saw you is seeing how a person saw someone he was in love with.
Yet, even though he really hated looking at those kind of memories he enjoyed looking into miss Greengrass's mind this time as it let him see his scheme was working, miss Greengrass would make mr. Peverell join her group to help save her sister.
Mr. Peverell would gain friends which would let him not fall to the same pits Severus fell because he didn't have any. 
And most importantly, this would push  not only their year group but at least the next 6 years of Slytherin to succeed in school more which will destroy the image Dumbledore and Voldemort are trying to make Slytherin look like: 'the evil, lazy and stupid group who would betray anyone for power.'
Yes, this is Severus's chance to destroy the stupid chess game before it even began.

You know the drill, I died and got wishes, than I replaced the main character and lived happily ever after... or at least that's what it is supposed to be like, so why, in instead of reincarnating in my favorite book I am stuck in this AU where I am not sure what's gonna happen? Good thing I love fan-fictions?
I don't own Harry Potter, if I did Harry would never have forgiven Ron in years four and seven and the cursed child would have never been written

The Lost Diary of Rizal

She is no one special.
He is destined to be great.
They are bounded by love,
Played by time,
And fated to separate...
But will they walk their fate?

Valentina had always hated her name, likewise, her sentiment for her college subject, The Life and Works of Rizal. She considers herself an insignificant waste to the world and always apologized for mistakes that are not her own. She lives her life only following what her parents had set for her, and being overshadowed by her siblings. Until the day she met Leon and found the Lost Diary of Rizal.

Leon. A mysterious young gentleman, who isolates himself from the world, lived and breathed in the world of books. He was never interested in anything unliterary until he met Valentina and discovered a book that will change his life forever.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

Harry jumped when a loud pop sounded behind him; spinning around, he saw Dobby holding future Harry's hand. The man didn't even seem to notice him, however – his eyes were fixed on Professor Snape, and while his face was impassive the eyes burned with emotions more intense than Harry had ever seen in one man's face.

"I need to speak with Severus," the man said intently, and recognizing the dismissal for what it was Harry scrambled to gather his books.

"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," he stopped to say before exiting hurriedly. He knew when he was unwanted, and his presence was most definitely unwanted now.

"Did you know?" Harry demanded as soon as the door had closed behind his younger self. Raising powerful privacy wards with a few flicks of his wrist, he advanced on the older wizard. Dobby knew to leave then.

"Know what, Potter?" Severus asked curtly, immediately on the defensive as he rose.

"That I'm a Horcrux," Harry snarled. Several jars burst with the force of his anger, and Severus paled.

"That's possible?" the Potions Master asked weakly, looking like he was about to vomit. That more than anything convinced Harry that he didn't know, though he couldn't help but wonder whether Severus in the future had known. He would have told me, Harry insisted, but his anger didn't abate.

"Fucking Dumbledore!" he roared, slamming his magic down in the center of the room, smashing the stones into tiny pieces. It's fortunate that we're in the dungeons, Harry noted with a small part of his brain. Sending his magic into the ground, he restored the floor to its previous state, then smashed it again, cursing Dumbledore's name, Voldemort's incompetence, and life in general as he alternatively smashed and restored the floor. Eventually he felt that he had expressed his anger enough to let it go, and restored the floor one last time before sinking into the chair Harry had vacated. "Fuck my life," he whispered, dropping his head into his hands.

"That was an interesting form of anger management," Severus stated, and Harry wondered whether anyone else would have noticed the faint edge to his voice. Harry simply laughed humorlessly in response.

"I have to die," he said simply.

"Why?"

Harry jerked his head up to snarl at Severus, "Because otherwise fucking Voldemort can't fucking die, that's why!"

Severus just held his angry gaze with level eyes, appearing perfectly calm as he said, "Even if there is no ritual to remove a Horcrux from a vessel without harming it – which I doubt – there is still the option of simply putting the Dark Lord into stasis until you die of natural causes."

Harry stared at the taller man in shock – then laughed, the tension draining from him suddenly. "God, I love you," he said earnestly, ignoring the other man's reaction. Standing, he leaned over and clasped the Potions Master's hand, noting absently that it was quite cold. "Sorry about the jars. I'm going to go speak to the goblins; Hermione looked through the entire Hogwarts library in the other timeline and most of the Black library as well, but we never asked any other races. I know how busy you are, but if you could find a spare minute to look into possibilities, I would be most grateful." With a smile Harry called Dobby and popped away, leaving a stunned Potions Master behind.

OoOoO

Dobby popped them directly into the entrance hall of Gringotts, and Harry saw that most of the tellers were empty. Walking up to one teller and ignoring the few other customers he greeted the goblin there.

"Good evening, Warrior." It was amazing, what all one could learn from books – or, well, from Hermione. "I have come to discuss a Dark item residing in the Lestrange vault."

The goblin gave him a piercing look. "Name?"

"Harry James Potter-Black," Harry said, pitching his voice low but speaking with the authority the name gave him. The goblin gave him another piercing look before waving to another goblin, never taking his eyes off the human.

"Take the customer to Scholar Krillak," he ordered curtly, and Harry laid his fist over his heart once in the goblin salute before following the second goblin. They went down several long marble hallways before the goblin stopped before a large door and pushed it open without knocking. At the goblin's sign Harry stepped inside, letting the door close behind him.

"Scholar Krillak?" he asked, placing his fist over his heart when the goblin looked up from his notes. "My name is Harry James Potter-Black."

"Welcome, Mister Potter-Black," the goblin replied, saluting him in turn. "How can I be of assistance?" Harry wondered whether all goblins learned that piercing look in school, or whether it was simply a trait of their race.

"There is a Horcrux in the Lestrange vault," he said without further ado – another thing Hermione had told him about goblins. Never dance around the topic, for they don't appreciate small talk.

The goblin's eyebrows rose. "A Horcrux, indeed?"

Harry nodded. "The Cup of Hufflepuff," he supplied.

"And this is a care of yours how..?"

"The Horcrux is Voldemort's."

"Ah." Turning, the goblin barked out a phrase in the directing of the side door. "It will be checked momentarily. Is there anything else?"

"Yes; I was wondering whether you know of a way to remove a soul piece from a vessel without harming the vessel itself."

The goblin gave him that piercing look again, weighing his words before saying, "There is."

"Is it a service the goblins offer?" Harry refrained from adding that he would pay – of course a human would pay for anything the goblins did; no need to let them know how much he wanted this.

"It could be," the goblin temporized, and Harry realized that he couldn't get out of it after all.

"I am willing to pay a thousand galleons for such a service."

"No less than five thousand galleons would be acceptable for such a service," the goblin argued, and Harry heaved an inner sigh of relief. Five thousand was far less than he had expected; after all, he had that much in the trust vault alone.

"One thousand five hundred," he haggled anyway, knowing now that five thousand was their insultingly high offer. And so they haggled, settling on the amount of three thousand forty galleons just as the side door opened and a goblin entered with a canvas bag. The two goblins traded a few words before the second goblin placed the bag on the scholar's desk and left.

Opening the bag to reveal Hufflepuff's Cup, the goblin said, "We can of course not simply give you an item from another's vault," and another round of bargaining began.

OoOoO

"Excellent," Harry said, signing the check that authorized the removal of several thousand galleons from his vault. Setting the quill aside, he leaned back in his chair. "Now, about the ritual to remove a soul piece from a vessel – could you summarize the procedure for me?" A few minutes later he nodded, posing one more question. "Would it be safe for a human to undertake?"

The goblin shot him a sharp look, and Harry elaborated. "No, I don't mean for a human to lead the ritual – I mean for a human as the vessel containing a foreign soul piece."

Scholar Krillak's eyes darted to Harry's forehead, and the wizard nodded. "You understand my meaning."

"Yes, it would be possible," the goblin replied grudgingly, understanding now that he could have asked for a lot more than three thousand forty galleons. Unfortunately for him, it was already too late, for Harry had signed a check for both the cost of the cup and the ritual, letting the goblin think that the ritual was for the cup. Since he had already destroyed both Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's items, Harry felt it only fair to destroy Hufflepuff's as well, though he would have had the goblins cleanse all of the Founders' items had he known sooner. He had the money to pay for it, after all.

"Excellent. I would like to undertake the ritual at your earliest convenience," Harry said, making it clear with his tone that he expected to undergo the ritual as soon as possible. "If my counterpart still has the soul piece in him after I have undergone the ritual, then I will request your services again – for the same price, of course."

"Of course," the goblin said through gritted teeth. Goblins both respected and loathed a human who could haggle properly.

"That is all my business for today," Harry said, standing and saluting the goblin. "If I have not received notice within the week I will return on Sunday evening for the ritual. I may be indisposed on either Friday or Saturday evening. Good evening to you, Scholar Krillak."

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