Charles Looker is cruel businessman in people eyes but in reality he is underworld's     
biggest gangster.He is handsome rich man that owned many companies.

Mary Rocila is a kind heart girl who work hard to survive.She is just a common employee at export and import company. what will happen when Charles and Mary meet?

As a writer I would like to have some interaction with my readers  and I can't think of a better way than the readers directly adding to the world where the story takes place. Below will be templates for you to create your own characters and a kingdom if you wish too. Please use the templates as it will allow me to copy and paste your creation into the word document I have dedicated to characters and kingdoms.(I will also leave an example template filled in from my other book to use as a reference below)

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Magical affinity? : Necromancer

Spells:  Shadow Teleportation, Summon skeleton.

Kingdom/Familia Affiliation: Dunehill Familia

Looks: Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin.

Personality:  Enemies:  Vengeful, Angry, Ruthless, Cutthroat
                     Friends: Loyal, Devoted, Understanding

Background: A 32 year old businessman transported to the current world, heir to the Dunehill family. Suffered from aggressive outbursts on Earth.

Religion (Not needed but an option if you would like it) : None

Main Focus: To gain an army strong enough to take back his city form the Azure kingdom, will do whatever it takes to see the Azure kingdom burn.


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Rewrite of DanMachi: The rise of Death.

What if Bell wasn't the strongest person in Danmachi? What if there was a hidden talent that had to play down his abilities? What if he no longer wanted to remain in the shadows?

Jerome, known as "7" around the world was an internationally known mercenary that operated before the gods descended. He was slain by Ares and forced to reincarnate in the future.

 He was killed due to his distrust of the gods and the threat his magic would be to the world that they wanted to create.

What will happen when he  clashes with the Gods once more? Will one bow to the other or will they mutually ensure each others destruction?

Back to Sao Paulo, Huang Xuan just rested for one day. He rented a helicopter and flew to the office of Shengfeng Company.
Shengfeng Company mainly dealt in farm products that were sold in the home market and was headquartered in Sao Paulo. 
Direta Street was one of the main business centers in Brazil. The headquarters of Shengfeng Company was on the 21st floor of Bento Building, where there was a staff of one hundred people, the middle management of which were basically all Brazilians.
Just like most of the buildings in Sao Paulo, there were four helicopter parking lots on the roof of Bento Building, one of which was public. Huang Xuan didn’t call Huang Youwei until he had got off the plane.
“I have arrived at the office.”
He Ceng was already waiting at the elevator with several high executives. He greeted Huang Xuan first, walked close to Huang Xuan and said in Chinese, “The general manager has just gone out, so he asked me to receive you.” 
Huang Xuan nodded slightly at the other people and walked into the gate with Chinese and Portuguese characters on.
Most of Shengfeng staff were stationed on the farms surrounded by a 120,000 hectares savannah, i.e. 1,200 square kilometers, covering seven states in the midwest, where the staff of Shengfeng Company was distributed. Sao Paulo was the most concentrated, where functional departments like human resource, finance, and import and export trade were established.
The staff all stood up and clapped their hands. Huang Xuan who hadn’t seen such a scene was caught on the hop and clapped his hands too, saying in Portuguese with a slight bow, “How warm you are! Thank you very much!”
His Portuguese was already excellent. Actually, the Portuguese spoken by the Spanish and that by the Portuguese were greatly different. But since Huang Xuan was just a teenager who was new in Brazil, he still had amazed the people present. Seeing Huang Xuan walking toward a room with a sign saying “General Manager” on, He Ceng’s face became tense. Before he could stop, Huang Xuan had already pushed in.
Huang Youwei was savoring tea, lying on the back of the chair.
“Manager Huang, you are back,” Huang Xuan said.
“What?” Huang Youwei sat up quickly in surprise and almost bumped into the table in front. Seeing that He Ceng who was behind Huang Xuan kept blinking at him, he said, “Yes.” 
The words on the door were Portuguese. The two hadn’t expected that Huang Xuan had learned Portuguese within days. 
“Good.”
Huang Xuan sat on Huang Youwei’s chair and said to the crowd at the door, “Let’s have a meeting. The ones who are managers, all come in.”
More than twenty people walked in noisily, including three general managers, several department managers and financial managers, among whom were only eight Chinese. Huang Xuan continued in Portuguese, “Have a seat, please. I am your boss. You have known it, right?”
The company had made an announcement a month ago, so the crowd nodded.
“Then do you know that I have taken over the managerial authority of the company?”
A clamor rose from the crowd. Huang Youwei was angry. He hadn’t expected that Huang Xuan would be so anxious to take his place. On the other hand, he sneered at Huang Xuan’s being so young and naive.
“We didn’t know about this!” a man shouted. “Certainly, the managerial authority should be given to someone experienced.”
Everybody heard him clearly. The room was suddenly quiet.
Huang Xuan glanced at the man. It was Li Minpu, the manager of the declaration department, who was in his early thirties, with a conceited look and tall eyebrows, just like a rooster ready to fight.
Huang Youwei had been working in Shengfeng for four years, during which the high executives had all ganged up solidly. Even Zhang Xinyi wouldn’t be able to do anything about them in a short time. To restructure this company would even be harder than to rebuild it.
Huang Xuan tapped on the table and said, “Anyway, you know about it now. Do you have any problems with it?”
The crowd responded faintly, but Huang Xuan wasn’t offended. He turned his head and said to Huang Youwei, “There isn’t much time left today. I want to have a look at the accounts to gain a general understanding of the situation.”
A secretary came and handed Huang Xuan the accounts immediately, but Huang Xuan said, “I mean the original ones.”
Huang Youwei almost burst into laughter. “The original accounts. Kid, can you understand them? The documentary that has filled a dozen cupboards can blind you.”
Li Minpu just stood there, clueless about what to do. The two vice managers shook their heads at him. Huang Xuan didn’t see it. He stared at the secretary and yelled, “Why are you still here? Go!”
“Don’t you hear him? Hurry!” Huang Youwei shouted to stop himself from laughing.
“Which period of accounts should I fetch?” The secretary was in an awkward situation.
“Start from three years ago. Get some help if you can’t carry them by yourself.” Huang Xuan sipped a mouthful of tea, betraying no emotions, and then leaned deeply against the back of the chair.
The meeting room quieted down at once. Huang Youwei bit his gums and held his head high. The accounts were indeed questionable. But these had been doctored a long time ago. Even the tax inspectors wouldn’t necessarily be able to find the evidence. 
The original accounts were carried in. Dust rose, and people withdrew to avoid it. Some were tapping their suits. Only Huang Xuan remained on the chair and started reading from the first page. The accounts were complicated with day-to-day accounts, invoices, stubs, and so on, exhausting to read.
However, Huang Xuan’s way of audit was unique. He just turned the pages and took some pages out randomly. The invoices, accounts, and stubs were put into three piles on the table, of which, one was OK, and the other two were questionable.
After about half an hour, Huang Xuan was finished with the accounts of one year. He stopped to have a break. After drinking some tea, he gestured to the financial manager and said, “You, come over. I have some questions for you.”
The financial manager was Liu Hong, who was around 50 years old with a round belly and a round face. He walked over with a big smile and said in Chinese, “Huang Gongzi, what can I do for you?”
“Call me boss,” Huang Xuan said in Portuguese.
“Yes, boss.”
It sounded awkward. Huang Xuan looked at him with one squinting eye and pulled some invoices out from the top of the questionable pile. He flipped some pages, then put them down and asked, “Can you tell me why this invoice was printed on a different printer?”
Liu Hong had been an accountant for 30 years, but he had never been asked such a question. He looked left and right and answered, “It is possible. Maybe the printer broke down, or I printed the invoices separately.”
“Really? So it happened to be the middle piece, and when it came to the next one, the printer worked well again?” Huang Xuan said.
It required specialized equipment to detect which printer had been used. Liu Hong thought someone on his own team must have betrayed him. Before he could figure it out, Huang Xuan pulled out some check stubs and invoices and asked again, “Why these invoices were printed three months after the money had been withdrawn?”
Liu Hong had tried so hard to maintain a smile it seemed that the muscle had frozen on his face. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily, took over the invoices and pretended to look.
“You must have made a mistake. The dates are the same.”
“They were dated the same, but there is a time difference of three months between the inks used.”
“How come?” Liu Hong’s hands were shaking. He peeked at Huang Youwei. This invoice was his first one-million income, for which he had helped Huang Youwei embezzle 10 million dollars. After that, he had tempered with the accounts. He hadn’t expected that someone could even tell the time of the ink with naked eyes.
Huang Xuan smiled. He didn’t need Liu Hong to confession. He had known everything through Rolin. Huang Youwei had helped his first grandfather earn a lot of money in the past. It wouldn’t have been found out if Huang Xuan hadn’t come so soon.
He Ceng coughed and was trying to speak. Huang Xuan stared at him angrily, picked up another account book and continued, “Your name is Liu Hong, isn’t it? Now you tell me, why the pages in the middle of this account book have been replaced?”
Liu Hong took the book over with shaking hands, wondering what had gone wrong. Huang Xuan picked up another one. The room watched everything in shock, including Huang Youwei. When the Brazilians were looking at Huang Xuan with admiration, he dropped the account book and said to the secretary calmly, “Call the police.”
“Please don’t!” Liu Hong’s mouth crooked with fright as if he had been in a stroke. He threw himself on the table, hands stretching for Huang Xuan, saying, “Huang Gongzi, no, boss, boss, for the sake of the five years I have worked for Shengfeng.”
Meng Quhao who had been silent for a long time also pleaded on Liu Hong’s half, “Boss, this is all business. It’s better that we handle it internally.” Privately, he was worried that this young boss he couldn’t see through would get everyone into trouble.
He Ceng echoed his views. Then came all kinds of pleas and persuasion from the crowd. If Huang Xuan was just aimed at the managerial authority of Shengfeng, he might have let it go easily. Unfortunately, he was scornful of Shengfeng, which was worth nearly 150 million dollars but made a profit of only 10 million. The family businesses at home shared all the rest and had signed a five-year contract as a result of compromise.
Huang Xuan wasn’t moved at all. He said to the secretary seriously and clearly, “Call the police.”
By this, he was actually telling those arrogant family members, “I am here. I am fine.”
 


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



The budget announced by Manmohan Singh for the year 1991-92 remains one of the most reformative budgets the country has ever witnessed.


 
Manmohan Singh presented the budget on July 24, 1991, and announced some tough measures to free up fiscal space, the first step to liberalizing India's economy.

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While two-time finance minister Yashwant Sinha's quick thinking helped India initially stand guard against the Balance of Payments (BoP) crisis in 1990-91, it was Manmohan Singh who fixed the economy and ushered in a new era of economic development.

Reformative Changes Introduced.

Manmohan Singh then proposed foreign investment and use of foreign technology to increase productivity and ensure rapid modernization of India's financial and public sectors.

Singh also introduced various structural reforms, shattering barriers that limited industrial growth.

A key change in export/import policy, aimed at reducing import licensing, vigorous export promotion and optimal import compression, was also introduced.

Singh also announced handsome tax incentives for exporting companies to provide a boost to slow industrial productivity. Restructuring of key interest rates was also proposed for certain schemes and investments to reduce nominal and real interest rates.

Singh introduced packages for comprehensive development of village-level enterprises. Several trade policies were also introduced to boost exports. A number of stricter tax reforms were also announced by Manmohan Singh, leading to better direct tax collection.

He also announced the constitution of two committees that were to change the face of India: one on financial sector reforms that were headed by M. Narasimham and the other headed by Raja Chelliah to prepare a road map for reducing import duties.

India had escaped the clutches of the growing economic crisis by 1992-93 and was slowly heading towards an era of rapid growth. By the time Manmohan Singh presented the budget for the year 1992-93, a sharp moderation was seen in fiscal deficit and inflation while foreign reserves grew sharply.


A few moons later
"It does work." Aunt Babrey commented as she saw the newly created printing press.
"Yup. But now I'm thinking that I've wasted all my time and effort for nothing." I said and looked at the new bundle of pages I had recently received from Braavos.
To say that paper was an expensive commodity during this era would be a huge understatement.
And what was even more disappointing was the fact that the Citadel and the Paper making guilds in Essos only sold a limited amount of paper to their temporary customers.
A pity.
So in the end, I realized that I won't be able to open my book producing business as long as I don't have a steady supply of paper.
Which meant that sooner or later, I'll have to open a paper mill of my own. Because buying such a large supply of paper from some Braavosi guild was just asking to be bankrupted.
"How is the work at the port going on?" I asked as I started remembering all the methods that were used in the 16-18th century to mass produce paper.
"It's a slow going process." She said with a shrug. "We've made enough space for 5 ships to dock in the port but that's all the progress we've been able to make in the past 2 months. Though I'm surprised that you were able to buy so many ships from Braavos. I didn't think that they would give away their ships and crews so easily." She said, giving him a shrewd look.
"I am persuasive guy." I replied with a careless shrug. "And no, I've not bought 5 but 10 ships. The other 5 are still docked in White Harbor. Or have you forgotten about them."
"Of course I remember them." She lied unconvincingly and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
"Regardless. Put more men at the port. I want it expanded as quickly as possible." I said and got a weird look in return from her.
"Why do you want a large port?" she asked "It's not like we have anything substantial to export or import from Dreadfort."
"Yes. I know. But believe me that we'll have many things to export and import very soon in the future."
She gave me a skeptical look but then simply gave a nod and I knew that she'll follow my command.
"And don't worry about the gold either. We've enough gold in our coffers to hire tens of thousands of men for decades without emptying it. And if we start running out of gold then I'll just go and steal more of it from Littlefinger or the Iron Bank of Braavos."
She chuckled at my words before her chuckles turned into full blown laughter.
After coming from the Kings Landing, I had shared the story about the corruption in the small council and incompetency of the king. I also told her about the absolute genius of Littlefinger who stole from the Crown but got hoodwinked by me instead.
But despite saying that, I was sure that we would not need to do that as I had already started sharing the magically created High Yielding Seeds to some farmers who lived close to Dreadfort.
Before giving away the seeds, I had magically altered them so that the grain procured from them won't grow new Wheat plants. Otherwise some of the farmers might sell the seeds to other people and I'll lose my Monopoly on the High Yielding seeds.
Regardless, the point was that within a year, I'll have all of the farmers within my land work with High Yielding Seeds. That would easily increase the amount of wheat I get from the peasants by 8 times.
And since the many of the Northern houses usually import food from the Riverlands or the Reach, I'll be able to sell it to those houses at a cheaper price and still gain a good amount of gold from them.
And that was just the start of one of the many industries that I'll soon be forming within my lands.
"My Lord. My Lord…" my thoughts were interrupted as their was a frantic knocking in the door.
"Come in" I said, looking up at my Auntie whose face scrunched up in disgust as Maester Wolkan entered the room.
"What is it grey rat?" Auntie asked in an irritated voice and the Maester looked slightly pale under her scrutiny before he passed on a piece of paper to me.
"The Greyjoys have risen in Rebellion. Balon Greyjoy has named himself the King of the Iron Islands and burnt down the Lannister fleet and pillaged and raped their way through the Westerland coasts my lord." He said "The king has called for the banners and Lord Stark has sent us a message to start gathering our levies and meet him in Winterfell within a moon's worth of time."
I stopped for a moment and then wondered if I heard that right.
The Greyjoys had risen in Rebellion against the 7 kingdoms and started the Rebellion by attacking the Westerlands.
Did they really think that they would win the rebellion?
It was unlikely. But now that they have smashed the fleet of the Lannisters, the only sizable fleets that remained intact were the Redwyne fleet and the Royal fleet. If the Ironborns were able to defeat these two fleets in the sea then they'll have an open passport to raid and reave though the coast of the entirety of Westerlands.
I didn't knew how large this Ironfleet was and was doubtful that it was capable of destroying the two other fleets.
But even if they did, it was unlikely that Robert Baratheon would just accept his defeat and allow the Iron Islands to gain independence.
So even if the Ironfleet won (which was unlikely in my mind), and the Ironborn raze and reave the entire coastal area of Westeros North and Reach, Robert Baratheon and the other kingdoms would just raise another fleet and fight again and again until the Ironborns are brought to their heels.
And the rest of the kingdoms would definitely support Robert because everyone hate the Ironborns.
"What are your orders My lord?" Maester Wolkan asked.
"Send for the levies and the bannermen. Tell them to convene in Dreadfort within two weeks. We'll leave for Winterfell from there." I said and the Maester bowed before leaving.
Once the Maester left my Aunt turned to look at me with a slightly worried gaze and asked "Who is going to lead the army?"
I raised an amused eyebrow at that "I am of course."
"No. Definitely not. I'll not allow to go to a war at such a young age. There are many experienced men in Dreadfort who have taken part in Robert's Rebellion. I'm pretty sure that they can lead your armies in your stead. Plus you're a 7 year old boy and the last of your family. No sane person would blame you if you don't participate in the war."
I nodded at her words but also knew that I have to go to the Iron Islands for a personal reason.
If we lost then I would be able to retreat back with what remains of my army properly.
And if we won the war (which was likely to happen) against the Iron Islands then I would be able to poach a lot of the miners and ship builders from those islands as well. After all, Iron Islands were given that name because of the large amount of iron mines in those islands. And the ship builders in Iron Islands were no doubt the most talented ship builders in all of Westeros.
Then there was the fact that I planned on finally selling the reforged Valyrian Steel to Tywin Lannister and poach some talented smiths, miners, wood workers and architects from Lannisport as well.
It took me another half an hour to convince Aunt Barbrey that I'll be the only leading the army and stay away from any real battles. She was of course not happy with my decision and left the room with a stormy expression. I doubt that the next few days with her are going to be easy. But she's family and I would not use compulsion charms to influence any of her decisions.
The Ironborn Rebellion also reminded me of something that I've ignored up until this point.
The lack of information.
I'll probably have to employ a Master of Whisperer very soon if I want to remain informed about the things going around in the world.
Oh well, one thing at a time I guess.

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A mail arrived from China. It was an official invitation signed by Seukang Li for the international book exhibition that he was hosting in Shanghai. He sent the invitation for two. In addition to the invitation letter, Seukang Li sent an email to Gun-Ho separately. The email was written in Chinese and Gun-Ho, who had studied in China, had no problem reading it.
 
『To: My friend, Gun-Ho Goo
I met Jien Wang yesterday. He seemed to have a great time in Korea. He said it was because of you. And, he told me that he talked to you about the international book exhibition that I am hosting in Shanghai.
I am not sure about Korea, but here in China, Newspaper Guangdian Zongju manages publication in the Beijing area, and Guangbo Yingshi Ju which is the bureau of cultural affairs and media where I work manages publication in the Shanghai area.
Since I am the one who is in charge of this bureau in Shanghai, I am hoping to have as many publishing companies participate in the book exhibition, but I am not sure how many publishing companies will actually join us. I was told that you have a publishing company—
GH Media. If GH Media's president and the owner could come to join our book exhibition, I would greatly appreciate it.
I feel like I always ask you for a favor without being of much help to you and I am sorry about it. If you could make it to my book exhibition, I would owe you big time.
From: Seukang Li from Shanghai』
 
After reading the email from Seukang Li, Gun-Ho made a phone call to President Jeong-Sook Shin in GH Media.
"Yes, sir. This is Jeong-Sook Shin."
"President Shin, I've received the first and the second book of the cartoon series that you sent to me earlier."
"We have the third and fourth books that are ready, and we sent those to you already. They will arrive at your office by tomorrow."
"Are they selling well?"
"We are already printing out the third editions of the first and second books of world history cartoon series. These books are an already-proved bestseller by Amazon.com. I knew it will be successful, but they are actually selling more than I expected."
"That's good to hear."
"The workers here were worried about it when we put them on the bookstores for the first time. Now they are very satisfied with the sales performance."
"Really? That's really nice. Umm, have you heard of an international book exhibition held in Shanghai, China?"
"Yes, I have. I know some of the publishing companies which are selling Korean books that already applied to participate in the book exhibition."
"Can't we participate in it?"
"No, sir. We are selling Japanese or American books after translating it into the Korean language. So, we don't really have our own books to promote there."
"What if we go there and import Chinese books?"
"Our market is Korea, and Chinese books are not so popular in Korea."
"I've received two invitations for that book exhibition. Would you like to go there with me?"
"Well, I don't know. I think we will probably just waste time and money by traveling to China."
"To be honest with you, the person who is hosting the book exhibition in Shanghai is my friend. He is Chinese, of course."
"Oh, really?"
"He is the director of the bureau of cultural affairs, radio broadcasting, film, television, media, and arts of Shanghai. And that bureau is hosting the international book exhibition. He sent me the invitation with an email saying I have to be there."
"Well, you should go there then, sir."
"I won't be very helpful to him if I go there by myself. I don't know much about the book publishing business. He sent me two invitations, so I was wondering if you would go there with you, President Shin."
"Well… Okay. I will go with you, sir. But the travel expenses…"
"Don't worry about the expenses for the trip. I can have GH Mobile pay for our travel expenses or I can personally bear the entire cost."
Gun-Ho had been receiving his monthly salaries from three separate companies, and he hadn't really spent much so far. Those salaries were just being accumulated in his personal bank account.
"I am in then. As a matter of fact, everyone in the publishing business wishes to participate in an international book exhibition."
"We don't have to make a contract for a Chinese book if we don't meet any good one. I just want to be there for my friend."
"Understood, sir."
"I will let you know once the trip itinerary is confirmed."
"Okay, sir."
 
After getting off the phone with GH Media's President Shin, Gun-Ho replied to Seukang Li's email.
『I guess you might feel a heavy burden on your shoulders for the book exhibition. Since I have a publishing company, I will participate in the exhibition with the publishing company's president. I am gladly taking this opportunity to see my dear friend.
Wishing our forever friendship, Gun-Ho Goo from Korea』
 
Gun-Ho was stretching himself in his office after sending out the email reply to Seukang Li when Director Dong-Chan Lee entered the office. He was with two young men.
"Sir, these are the new hires of Dyeon Korea."
"Oh, really? Please have a seat."
Director Kim and the new employees sat on a chair.
Director Kim handed over their resumes to Gun-Ho.
Both of the new employees graduated from Seoul National University and they had some experience abroad either as an exchange student or for a voluntary work. They were about 30 years old, which made them at least five years younger than Gun-Ho.
Gun-Ho looked at Director Kim and said,
"What are their job positions?"
"One person will do import and export work, and the other will do sales."
"For the accounting and general affairs positions, you said you wanted to take a few employees from the current GH Mobile's employees, right?"
"That's right, sir. We will need people with work experience for the accounting and general affairs positions, so I'm planning to take a team leader or assistant manager in those departments in GH Mobile. And we will hire two more employees for each department."
"Hmm."
Gun-Ho then looked at the new hires and said,
"Welcome aboard. You will feel a bit uncomfortable at the beginning of your work since the Dyeon Korea's building is not yet completed."
"That's okay, sir."
The two men responded simultaneously.
"Are you two from this area?"
"Yes, our parents are in Asan City."
Gun-Ho said,
"I am so happy to have decent new employees in Dyeon Korea. You will learn a lot from Director Kim here. If you work hard, you will have an opportunity to promote within the company as well. Since you start working with us even before the company's building is completed, you are one of our very first employees. I look forward to working with you two."
Gun-Ho had a handshake with each of the new employees and tapped their backs.
The new hires gave a deep bow to Gun-Ho before leaving the office.
 
While having a cup of tea in his office, Gun-Ho thought about the two young men who just joined Dyeon Korea. They looked young and innocent. He then touched his own face.
"I just turned 36 years old. If those two young men saw me on the street, would they consider me like an older brother? Or an uncle? Do I look already that old?"
Gun-Ho looked at himself in the mirror.
"I am indeed getting old. I came this far without a break and without realizing that I am aging. Mori Aikko is only 21 years old. Is she with me because she really likes me? Or because of my money?"
As Gun-Ho suddenly became self-conscious about his aged appearance, he decided to get a skin care, and he headed to downtown in Cheonan City.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

(Olivia  P.O.V)


I walk in my cabin, take my seat, and look at the file of the current case I was working at. My office cabin phone ring I pick it up and answer it "Hello". "Hello, agent 540 come to my office right now. I have an important case for you". My boss Mr. Richard said to me. "Okay," I said and hang up the phone. I walk out of my cabin and went to my boss's cabin.


Oh, I am sorry I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Olivia Nara, I am 25 years old and I am an agent of this famous detective firm "Walking shadow's". My specialty is my beauty trap. I used my beauty as a weapon to attract the person I suspect and make them spill out the truth with my skills. My co-worker knows me by the named agent 540 and the world knows me as a beauty trap agent. Only my boss Mr. Richard and my relatives and friends know my details. I am 5'8 " tall, I have green earmold eyes, I have pink hair and it's natural but people believe that I'm lying. I am a very straight forward person and only mind my own business.


So I walk to my boss's cabin and knocked on the door two times. "Come in," He said. "You said you have an important case for me," I said while walking in his cabin. He looks at me and said to take a seat and so I did gladly. "Its a very important case. It is the very famous enterprise where my best friend works and he wants the best agent of our firm and It a very sensitive case so I want you to take this case in your hand you are the best agent of our firm , I will give you address of his office , I have already informed about him that you will meet him in his in an hour." He takes his wallet out of his jeans and then give me his business card and smiled at me. I take it and almost out of an office when said "Good luck ms Nara with this case and make me proud of you" I look back at him and said "Of course Mr. Richard " and walk out of the office.


It takes only 45 minutes to reach his office. I get out of my car and look at the building. The building of one of the branches of the Marshall enterprise is huge with white and blue colors. I walk to the receptions where a blonde girl who looks between her forties and fifties sitting on a chair wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans looking at her computer typing furiously. " Excuse me I have an appointment with Mr. White " she looks up at me and gives me a small smile ."And you are" she asks " Miss Olivia Nara," I said she looked at her computer then look up at me with a smile." Second floor and fourth office, No need to Knock just go inside dear" I give her a smile at her and walk to the elevator and press number 2. After seconds the sound of ding-ding comes signaling that I reach the second floor.


I walk to the fourth office cabinet and open the door. There seat a man with a blue suit and the white shirt beneath it and black jeans. He had dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He is reading a yellow file. "Mr. White," I said while entering the cabin. He looks at me and smiles at me. "Ah, Miss Malhotra please have a seat. It's very wonderful to finally meet you" he said while I at a comfortable chair near the table.


"I am very thankful to you to accept our request Miss.." He said.


"Its because my boss said it's a very sensitive case .." I replied.


" Yes, it been a year since we are spying those illegal items that try to export and import to and from other country's," he said looking worried.


"And??" I asked


" and we haven't found out any information about traitor.. whenever we try to find out about him or her our people were get attacked and not only that he make sure that the export and import of the illegal items safely," He said looking more worried.


" That's mean the traitor is between you..... I mean from your people who make sure to have every piece of information about your plans" I said.


"Yes, I already know that that's why I ask for help from your boss and my friend Mr. Richard because he has mentioned his top agent awhile ago and they called her ' beauty trap agent' am I right?". He said.


" I don't care about that I just come here for a mission !! Just give all the details you have and I will investigate it on my own "


"Okay. I will give you all the details I have to you" he said and about to give the file he was reading when someone's voice stops him.


We both turn to the person who was seated on a couch I didn't realize when they come and take a seat. He was blonde hair and light blue eyes wearing a white shirt and blue converse and black jeans. Sitting next to him was a boy with red hair with a white t-shirt and red converse which match his hair and white jeans.


"Are sure Mr. white she can handle this case " ask the blonde.


"And we don't have any idea of her background how can you be sure that she can solve this case," said the red-haired boy.


"Excuse me, don't judge the book by its cover, and watch your mouth if you don't want to die," I said getting angry and point my gun to the redhead.


"Hey don't point that gun on my head will you," said redhead getting a bit nervous and look at Mr. white for help.


"Miss please calm down they don't know anything about you "


"I guess today is your lucky day boy," she said while withdrawing the gun.


"Here is the file," Mr. White said while handing her file.


"Anyway I have to go, I will call you when I start an investigation," she said and walk out of the office.


( After she left In Mr. white office )


"Damn, Is she was serious about shooting me," asked the redhead.


" Yes she was.." said Mr. white relaxing at his chair.


"What kind of girl she is? she is so mean" asked blonde.


"They called her ' beauty trap of an agent ' but her real name is Olivia Malhotra and she is the highest level of the agent in the New York, all the cases she handled are solved just in two or three days that's why I requested for her for this case" Mr. white said while smiling.


"what? just two or three days " the redhead asked shocked.


"How did she do that ?" ask blonde.


"She used her beauty as a trap to get the attention of her target, she makes them spill out the truth so easily when they fall her beauty, and that is why they called her beauty trap agent. She is an expert in cars, bikes, and guns so are careful with yours when you were talking to her " said Mr. White.


"Why..? is she going to kill us?" asked the blonde.


"Yes, you see how she act, this is the first time I met her but my friend Seth tells me all about her she doesn't show any emotion and she is very dangerous those who come in her way are dead!!" said Mr. white smirking on them.


"But damn she is interesting and fucking hot," said the redhead smirking. Blonde starched his hand smacked the redhead.


"Don't you heard boss says she is very dangerous and her beauty is a trap?" said a blonde.


"I am warning you kale don't play with fire," said Mr. White.

This is the first part of the book of pregnancy series. Nate Nara is the CEO of Nara enterprise who had everything in his life good looks, fame, wealth and beautiful wife but the only thing he wants more than anything is to have a family. He wants to have his own family and his own children. But he lost the ability to become a father due to illness. So he tried to have the child by using the insemination method. 

Mia Mathis is planning to go to New York after one month for her studies and she has just started working under his company. She goes to visit the gynecologist for a check-up but gets inseminated by mistake because a nurse misplaced the files and send her to an endocrinologist by mistake. 

After finding out that Mia is pregnant he decided to give divorce to his wife but the situation turns out and Mia had to deliver the kids forcefully due to get shot by the gun by Anna, Nate's wife. Another day at hospital they get to know that Anna was the death and Nate take all the blame to save Mia and goes to jail but the thing was Anna was alive when they go to a hospital to save Mia and their kids so who killed her was still suspense.

Read the book to find out the murderer and to know what happens next.

Nix left the Pawn Shop a few minutes later.  Instead of waiting an hour for the arranged meeting with Alpha team, he summoned his Shadow Daiken and headed toward Ever Flame at top speed.  

The town of Ever Flame had recovered entirely from the Vega campaign. He landed the mount outside of the stables and walked in. Thitz the Stablemaster wasn't present, but his assistant Randa was.  

"Mr. Nix!"  Randa's face lit up in a smile when he entered.  Although she didn't know the Inferno Guild Leader very well, she witnessed first hand his strength and influence.

Nix returned her smile. "Just the person I was looking for.  Have you considered my offer?"

Randa breathed a sigh of relief.  She was angry at herself for not accepting Nix's employment offer right away. She was worried that he wouldn't return for her answer.  "I accept the offer to manage your herd.  I have two friends who will also join me if that's okay."

Nix nodded. "It's fine.  Make your way to Free Trader City and take the Gate platform to Ionova.  Wait for me there."  

Randa has joined Inferno. 

"Thank you, Mr. Nix!"  

"Just Nix is fine."  He left Ever Flame a few minutes later and headed back toward Free Trader City.  Randa and her friends could live in the bunkhouse at his Haven Ranch. 

/Inferno: Pon: Where are you, Punk?

/Inferno: Nix: Just landing outside the west gate.  Meet me at the City Management Office.  

Since Free Trader City occupied four different provinces, the leadership of those provinces agreed that the City would maintain a neutral status.  Free Trader City was governed by a Mayor who answered to an elected town council.  

Nix found his team waiting outside the Management Office by the time he found the place.

/Alpha: Semmi: What's going on here, Nix?

/Alpha: Nix: Nebs asked me to look into something.  It seems that Ionova paid for several shipments of metal, yet we haven't received it yet.

/Alpha: Pon: Why meet here then?  You could handle this while I ate my lunch.

/Alpha: Nix: You don't need to eat all the time, old man.  

The City Management Office was a long set of windowed counters with signs hanging over each.  Nix spotted the one that said Information and walked toward it.  

A bespectacled middle-aged man with male pattern baldness stood behind the counter.  "May I help you, sir?"

Nix nodded and handed him his Steward Crest.  "Ionova purchased several shipments of metals a while back; for some reason, they've been delayed."  

The man examined the crest for a moment before handing it back.  "Welcome to Free Trader City, Steward Nix. You'll want to talk to Ian at the Import/Export Window.  They would process that shipment."

/Alpha: Semmi: I see it.

Nix thanked the clerk and followed Semmi to the far side of the building.  A tall woman stood behind the counter; her sharp eyes noticed them right away.  

"May I help you, sir?"

Nix handed her his Steward Crest.  "I'm the Steward of Ionova.  I want to follow up on a shipment of metal that we ordered on paid for last month.  We have yet to receive it."

/Alpha: Nix: F*ck...

/Alpha: Semmi: What is it?

[Summons: Ducky]  

The blue-haired Water Nymph appeared in front of Nix a moment later. She was wearing her Nether Breaker armor that Nix had upgraded.  

Ducky has joined Alpha team.

/Alpha: Nix: I want you to talk to this cleric.  I sense something wrong with her.  Ask about the metal shipment that was supposed to be delivered to Ionova.  Nebs says the City Guard has confiscated it.

Pon turned his head and stared at the woman behind the counter.  

/Alpha: Pon: I don't feel anything.  

/Alpha: Nix: She feels similar to the Tainted.

/Alpha: Semmi: Crap...

The other members of Alpha spread out slightly while Ducky approached the counter.  

Ducky has [Bewitched] Elena Anders.

The Water Witch smiled pleasantly.  

Ducky read the nametag that was pinned to the clerk's shirt.  "Elena, right?  Recently a shipment of metals bound for Ionova was confiscated.  Do you know anything about that?"

Elena nodded.  "Konin Tark has given the order that all metal shipments are to be routed through him."  

Ducky reached over the counter and grasped her hand. "I see.  You're very helpful.  Who is Konin Tark?"

Elena smiled, her pale face blushing slightly. "Konin is the Commerce Administrator that is appointed by the City Council."

Ducky pursed her lips slightly and leaned forward.  "Who does he really work for?"

Elena's forehead instantly beaded with sweat while she struggled to answer.  

Ducky held up a hand to stop her.  "Forget, I asked."

/Alpha: Ducky: If I push her hard on this, she'll break.  There's a strong geas on her.

"I want to spend more time with you."  Ducky's voice was smooth as silk; Nix felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising up.  

Elena wiped her sweaty brow with a handkerchief.  "I would like that too."

"Perhaps you could put in a good word for me.  If I worked for your boss, I'd do a great job for him."

Elena smiled suddenly, her eyes warming slightly. "If I talk to the Mog..."  She broke off in mid-sentence, the warmth fading from her face.  "Nice try."  

Without warning, the clerk drew a dagger and plunged it into her own eye.  She collapsed face fist onto the floor with a loud bang.  

Ducky has cast [Illusion]

/Alpha: Ducky: Take us out, Nix!

Nix activated Deep Blue and chose Favi.  

A moment later, the group appeared outside of the Fighter's Guild.  

/Alpha: Nix: Did she break?

/Alpha: Ducky: No, she was going to tell us.  Somehow she was being monitored.  

/Alpha: Nix: I have a quest here, might as well finish it since I'm back.  

/Alpha: Semmi: Group quest?

/Alpha: Nix: No.  Grab some lunch, and I'll wrap things up quickly.  

/Alpha: Ducky: Want me to come with you?

/Alpha: Nix: Sure.  That reminds me, I brought a new member into Inferno.  Her name is Randa.  Since she will be living in Haven, I want you to question her and the people with her thoroughly.

/Alpha: Ducky: Okay. 

/Alpha: Nix: What Illusion did you cast when we left the Management Office?

/Alpha: Ducky: Elena will appear to return to her work for a few minutes, and then she will kill herself with the dagger.  Best I could do on short notice.

/Alpha: Nix: Great job, Ducky. 

Nix made his way to the fighting platform and stepped onto it.  

Your Clash of Swords Class quest is active.  Do you wish to start?  

Clash of Swords [Spellsword Only]
Description: Your Master has been challenged, and 
so you must demonstrate your skill.  
Objective: Stand on the fighting platform at the 
Favi Fighter's Guild and defeat as many fighters
as you can.

[Required Objectives]
Defeat Beryl Vorn
Defeat Borsha 
Defeat Malice.

"Yes."  

/Fighter Guild Announcement: Apprentice Nix is challenging all-comers at the fighting platform.  A fifty thousand credit reward will be given to whoever defeats him.  

/Alpha: Nix: The F*ck you say?

/Alpha: Semmi: Problem Nix?

/Alpha: Nix: No.  Enjoy your lunch.

Nix drew Wrath and pushed flames into it, the white flame buzzed in protest as it extended into the afternoon air.  

A bald-headed man wearing dark blue stepped onto the platform.  He was tanned and weathered from a life spent outdoors.  

Nix stared at him for a moment.  "Are you really an apprentice?  Look how old you are?"  

The man snarled at him, his face turning red.  "F*ck off!  It's all comers."

[Storm Rider][Thunderfist][Advanced Execution]
Triple Combination attempt successful.  

The man's head bounced onto the platform a moment later; Nix sidestepped suddenly to dodge the fountain of blood that sprayed upward from his neck.  

Nix nodded in agreement.  "So it is.  Thanks for the reminder."  

It was three quick fights before Beryl Vorn showed up.  She was a muscular female that moved like a giant predator; Nix was instantly reminded of Vooni.  

The woman had blond hair that was cropped close to her skull; she wore basic leather armor with a green singlet pulled over the top. 

The woman bowed respectfully. "I'm Beryl Vorn, the Apprentice of Master Eri Vorn.  Please advise me."

Nix nodded and returned her bow. "I'm Nix, the Apprentice of Chiba. Please advise."

Nicholas Phire was sentenced to life in prison without any possibility of parole.  Because of the mercy of a lonely prison guard, a new world is presented to him.  Nix finds himself in the Virtual World of Colonial with a hundred-year assignment as Lifestyle player in the Gladis Hub.  Will Nix stay in the remote village located on the polar Ice Cap?  Or does adventure await for the man whose life was supposed to be over?

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Unlike the snow-covered Northlands, spring arrived early in the central plains of the south. The temperature would rise quickly within two weeks of the first spring rain, and spring's arrival would be accompanied by numerous showers.
To use the churches' way of saying things, the Winter Goddess Donya decided to give her power over to the Spring Goddess Arsheer. Amid this warm season of blooming flowers, the plants that had hibernated during the winter sprouted new buds. Starving animals begun their search for food. A new year had brought with it a new cycle; all living creatures were reinvigorated, and new lives were born in this golden era.
Alright then, I'll stop speaking poetically and start talking about more practical things. Yep, let's talk about making money. Spring brought with it plenty of business opportunities.
In this era of cold weapons, traveling typically relied on horses and horse-drawn carriages. In winter, the roads were caked in ice, and traveling was inconvenient; the transportation of goods and daily life products would be quite slow. Throughout the winter families and stores would use up many goods, and when it ended, there would be a need for restocking.
This was why each spring was a golden opportunity for any merchant to make money. It was also considered acceptable to raise their prices slightly. The high demand at this time of year would allow merchants who specialized in this line of work to make an astonishing amount in their first cargo shipment of the year—it would amount to a staggering 30% of their entire profits for a whole year.
The Lagraz Kingdom was a major producer of silk, green obsidian crystals, redwood, and rosmarinus trifoliate. Among their exported products, green obsidian crystals and rosmarinus trifoliate were both magical ingredients, and redwood was an excellent wood for crafting mage staves. These magical ingredients were all highly sought after by both the Mage Country and the Bardi Empire.
Since the market had demand, there would always be sellers. All the merchant groups would head out immediately after the final snow of the new year and sell off local products in other countries for profits. Then, in another country like the Bardi Empire, they would use their profits to buy various local products and sell them back in the Lagraz Kingdom for enormous profits.
However, just like my original world in the past, the great profits to be gained from the importing and exporting of goods would be accompanied by great risks. If merchants ran into bandits or unscrupulous governmental officials, it would be considered lucky if they could retain even half of their wares. If they were even unluckier, they might even run into military situations, political affairs, or even warfare and other unpredictable factors, which would cause them to lose everything.
Yet, in this generation, the most dangerous of all was to attract the attention of some "domain lord." After all, no matter how great a merchant's connections were, they would still be limited in a country that wasn't their home. Some major nobles treated stealing wealth from foreign merchants as free breakfasts as long as there was some passable excuse they could come up with.
As ordinary people wouldn't dare to take up the import-export trade, there would obviously be no ordinary people in this business. Those that dared to become import-export merchants were typically very difficult to take down. Many would have extremely strong supports, sometimes even being connected to the royalty of their origin country; they would be unafraid of the extortions of a normal domain lord. Some would have sufficient strength to protect themselves, and some would have their own personal mercenary groups or something similar. After all, the fact that they were able to protect themselves in foreign lands meant that they had trustworthy combat strength available in their hands.
The leader of the Veji Merchant Association had no connections to royalty or nobles and was obviously of the latter type. Although this merchant association was only a new one that had existed for a little less than twenty years, the hard work and careful management of the Veji Family's leaders helped them successfully monopolize the trade routes between Bardi Empire's Anliso City and Lagraz Kingdom's Anton City. The scale of their mercenaries matched that of a small domain lord's army. However, there was something different about the situation this year.
"…It seems that the best I can hope for is that I won't lose everything."
Sindy Veji, aged 46, was one of the higher-ups of the Veji Merchant Association. He had been conducting import-export trade along this route for almost thirty years now. Yet unlike past years, news about the Bardi Empire's situation had been murky recently, all sorts of rumors abound.
Skilled merchants were instinctively sensitive to danger. In their eyes, a major upheaval within a country was synonymous to problems in its economy. Recently, there had been many rumors about strange magical monsters and undead appearing within the Bardi Empire, which greatly decreased the amount of merchants traveling between the Bardi Empire and the Lagraz Kingdom.
Sindy gazed at an approaching thunderstorm as he mused to himself; he was quite worried about the situation. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it. Many orders had been placed with their merchant association in the previous year, and several of them were from old customers that had been with them for over a decade; he absolutely couldn't afford to anger them. No matter what, he had to make this trip to the Bardi Empire.
Unusual circumstances would require additional measures. The leader of the Veji Merchant Association was willing to spare no expense and paid heavy fees to invite two of the top ten mercenary groups in the Lagraz Kingdom. They had even required that the groups send out high-level elite combat strength to come guard them.
As a result, the strong were indeed willing to be hired by them. The leader of The Eagle of Sulo Mercenary Group, "Meteor Sword" Juste, and the leader of North Horn Mercenary Group, "White Dragon" Carlogier personally arrived to guard them. These two individuals were both very famous for their strength in the Lagraz Kingdom, and, as agreed, they brought their elite subordinates to guard the Veji Merchant Association. The problem was that the expected profits from this time's import-export trip weren't going to be enough to pay the price to hire these two mercenary groups.
"Heavens, please don't let us meet with any trouble, especially not those undead that don't care about their lives…"
If the hired mercenaries didn't meet with any combat situations, the typical way that they worked was that they would only have to be paid 80-90% of the originally agreed upon price. There also wouldn't be any need to compensate their losses, so that would be the best case scenario; the Veji Merchant Association would at least make enough money to cover all their costs.
"Sir Sindy, why do you always look so depressed? The weather's really nice today. You should be happy that we can make good progress due to the weather."
In Sindy's eyes, this blonde-haired boy, who was all smiles, appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. However, after talking a bit more with him, Sindy felt more and more like he didn't understand this boy named Rolo.
Rolo seemed childish and ridiculous, but was especially talented in the merchant business. Some random sentences that he would say would require Sindy to ponder for quite a while before he understood them, and, in the end, he would feel like they were quite logical.
These strange members of the Silver Coin Squad came to Sindy of their own volition and offered to be hired as mercenaries for an incredibly low price, which astonished him. At first, he thought that there was some plot, but he understood when he looked at the wares that they were carrying. He must have thought too much about things, and they probably only intended to seek protection from a large merchant convoy. Their offer of working for cheap was only a cover for wanting to borrow his much larger group to help them make a small profit.
Normally, this type of joining in mid-way was somewhat taboo and typically wouldn't be accepted. However, when Sindy directly told them that he had seen through their real intentions of "joining him for protection," they admitted it quite honestly and even offered to pay him a sizable sum.
"…We absolutely need to deliver this shipment of Wenlo grape wine. Right now, the world isn't peaceful, so how could we dare to travel by our weak little selves? We'll pay you, and if there really is trouble on the way, it's always safer with more people."
Of course, how useful the bribe paid to Sindy was in allowing them to travel with him was unknown.
"Right, Captain Rolo, could you tell me more about what you said yesterday regarding the relationship between banks' loans and market prices? There were some things that I didn't quite understand. For example, if I can talk to the banks and…"
For Sindy, who had been a merchant for two-thirds of his life, he had gained much knowledge over the past few days. Although this Rolo fellow was quite young, his knowledge was vast, which was to be expected of a mage. About loans, banks, and… well, according to his vocabulary, he called it all 'finance.' His personal opinions were completely different from the norm regarding this subject. Although it seemed to be a deviation, when Sindy carefully thought about what Rolo said, they sounded quite reasonable.
Meanwhile, as I listened to Sindy, who was endlessly prattling on about the merchant business, I was regretting why I hadn't stopped my stupid mouth from saying all those random things about finance.
"Originally, I had just intended to pretend to be a merchant as a convenient way to join them, so I randomly picked some economic theories from my original world to tell him. I never expected that he took them so seriously to the extent that he now wants to know everything about economics. I was a law major, okay; I'm not interested in economics to begin with. How would I possibly know about the foundational workings of economics? If he asks me any longer, I'll have to start making things up."
The best way to make a lie seem like the truth was to put the lie within another lie that would easily be seen through. This would make "intelligent" people reveal the "lie" by themselves, finding the "truth" that they were looking for.
Meeting Sindy's merchant group was an unexpected lucky occurrence for me. However, joining them when they were all highly on guard was difficult. If we volunteered and recommended ourselves just like that, we would most likely be rejected, and if we showed off our true abilities, it would instead make them think that we had some nefarious plot. So, I decided to purchase some grape wine as cargo and made up a story about someone in the Bardi Empire ordering it. I intended to pretend to be a small merchant who was simultaneously trying to save money by being a mercenary.
However, the result gave me a headache. My disguise had been too successful, as after I told Sindy some words that I only happened to hear before in my past life, he actually treated these sayings as valuable treasures. If he kept asking me, I might get exposed as a fraudulent merchant."
"Shh, this is a forbidden topic."
Alright, since I didn't know how to respond, I decided to treat it as a secret I didn't want to tell him. Although it was totally uncute of me to answer in such a fashion, he actually viewed me with even greater importance. He changed from speaking directly to talking in a roundabout fashion, and tried striking up a conversation with me every day, all in order to dig up some more of my opinions about commerce.
Today was the third day since we joined them and left Buja Town. This guy actually came to find me early in the morning for more questions, and just as I was intending to make some stuff up, our attention was attracted to the sudden sounds of arguing and weapons clashing.
"Again?" 

 We all felt helpless. No matter if it was in literary or martial circles, nobody liked being number two. Those in the same line of work would always be competitors, and one of the side effects of us joining this merchant group as an adventuring squad acting as guards was to make the other two mercenary groups view us with displeasure and enmity.
"We already accepted this guarding mission. Originally, we're already displeased with the two major mercenary groups splitting the guarding fees, so what's with you all butting in?"
Even though we already said that we wouldn't ask for any of their fees, sometimes those in this line of work only wanted to fight for their face. Over the past two days, the other two mercenary groups had challenged us numerous times. Normally speaking, since we were the ones in the wrong to begin with, this would all be over if we just let them win once. Yet although I kept telling my members to act weaker than they really were, none of them were that weak to begin with. All of them promised me so prettily face to face but immediately broke their promises when I wasn't watching. In the end, those mercenaries were the ones on the losing end, and the two much larger mercenary groups that had lost repeatedly kept hoping to regain their face, but this resulted in them losing over and over again.
And, right now, this was doubtlessly yet another argument caused by some "accident."
Suddenly, a purple magic flash appeared in the sky above our camp. The source of the light came from where everyone was gathered.
"…That should be Captain Juste's famous Epic-tier weapon, the Meteor Sword. As expected of Juste, a Gold-ranked weapon master. His attack is so frightening. It seems that he's become serious. Eh? It's already at such an extent, but Captain Rolo, you're not worried about your own people being injured?"
I shook my head, smiling wryly.
"Worried? Of course I'm worried, but I'm worried about that Meteor Sword fellow. Let's go over there and take a look. I hope that nothing will happen… damn it, that idiot actually challenged Little Red! Sindy, do you have any coffins in your cargo? I'll buy one. Oh, whoops, it looks like a coffin will be unnecessary. Do you have any gravestones?"
While Roland and his companions were still on the road, the Bardi Empire's plan for an ambush met with an unexpected amount of trouble.
With the assistance of the activation of many black obsidian Soul-Summoning Towers, the human-made Dimensional Descent of the Undead Plane had indeed succeeded. Large amounts of low-level undead were created. However, in this area filled with death, where even the colors of the world had become gray and white, there was an abnormal patch of green that incredibly stood out.
"You still haven't figured out what that is? Damn it, why is there a forest here? And it's a forest that actually attacks undead on its own."
The lich Alu had been under the impression that he had received a simple task. All he had to do was command and control a large number of low-level undead to slaughter a bunch of completely unprepared humans. However, the abnormal forest that suddenly appeared had delayed his original plans far beyond what he expected. When he thought about the extremely brutal and cruel methods that Undead Emperors liked to use on those who failed to carry out their orders, Alu felt a chill run down his spine—and this was despite the fact that he should have lost the ability to have such sensations.
"Sir, there are more and more strange plants gathering in that forest. The forest is also expanding, and the most inconceivable of all is…"
The black-robed Blood Tribe, Kaka, spoke softer and softer. He seemed to be guessing and sounded quite uncertain.
"What is it? Just say it!"
"It really resembles that recently popular game, Plants vs. Zombies. All those plant types are from that game! I'm a big player of that game and recognized this instantly! And, all those plants are specially modified to work against the undead. Those peashooters are actually capable of shooting Bullets of Light, while those magical vines can actually absorb undead magic, and the plant bombs actually contain holy water inside. This entire forest seems like the natural enemy of the undead."
Alu paused in surprise but then reacted with extreme anger. He used a magical large hand crafted of ice to grab that unlucky Blood Tribe member Kaka.
"What? Our undead army has actually become someone else's game? Are others viewing us as mere monkeys monkeying around?"
The furious lich thought about what would happen to him if he didn't finish his task, and his mana began to seep out uncontrollably. All the high-level undead near him hurriedly retreated. Only the unlucky Kaka who was freezing to the extent of turning pale in the ice claw's grip was struggling to find a way to save himself.
"Sir, since the enemy's troops are all commonly seen in a game, we can also think of ways to deal with the plants from the same game."
The lich Alu nodded as he rubbed his chin, which consisted of nothing but bones.
"Such as?"
The unlucky Blood Tribe member forced his brain to work and somehow came up with a few ideas.
"For example, burrowing zombies, flying zombies, and buckethead zombies[1]. Plants can only block from one direction, and we can send in aerial undead and take a circuitous route around them. There are so many methods." 
"Yep, yep, not bad! Take some troops with you and lead the way."
Alright, at least dying in battle would be slightly better than being executed by his boss. Kaka wanted to cry as he led a fresh batch of undead armies to battle.
However, the result remained the same.
Flying zombies? Dandelion seed bombs were waiting for them.
Burrowing zombies? The magical vines and plants' roots had long since created a terrifying underground network.
Equipping the zombies with steel buckets as protection? Gigantic piranha plants that suddenly popped out from underground swallowed everything.
Taking circuitous routes? This was reality, not a game. Hills and plains were covered with this forest, so how could they succeed in flanking it?
And the lucky (or unlucky) Kaka managed to survive as a miracle with injuries and tatters all over. He had only half a breath left in him, but when he saw how Alu's eyes were burning with cyan colored soul flames, he suddenly felt like it would have been better for him to not return.
"Hehe, what else do you have to say for yourself?" 

 "Sir, it's not our fault for being useless. That forest is cheating; all those plant troops types are ultra-rares; random draws for several tens of thousands of gold coins might not even give you one! But it has all of them! This is basically no different from a pay-to-win player abusing a free-to-play player—it's too much!"
*Crack!*
With the sound of ice freezing over, the Blood Tribe member, who was addicted to games, was frozen into cubes of ice. The furious Alu turned to his subordinates, only to see that all of them were avoiding his gaze. In the end, he could only give his orders helplessly.
"Everyone, attack! Have the Soul-Summoning Towers continue creating new undead. We're going to go all-out, let's see who can win in a war of attrition. We absolutely must carry out the Undead Emperors' will, otherwise… you all understand."
[1] All Plants vs. Zombies references!


This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.
“Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”
“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”
I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

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