Jomart is a nomad in the vast boundless steppe. Central Asia, the world trade center. Development is in full swing, but the time is not the best, soon many will fall, many will rise. Someone will lose everything, someone will get everything. One element bender is weak, he needs brothers and sisters with whom he will go through all these difficulties. Will he be able to survive these times, finding those who can trust his life and survive these difficulties?

Atlantis itu benar adanya! Apa? di Asia? Bagian Tenggara? Ayo kesana bersama. Kita jelajahi mitos rakyat kuno itu.

Join me, as we venture deep into poetry.
Poems collected by other famous poets.
Poems collected by me.

Looking at the last of the sunset, Sophie put her hand on the warm surface of the sandstone and sighed. "God, I feel like I've touched a piece of time from millions of years ago..."
During her sigh, the shadows grew longer as the sun got closer to the horizon.
Li Du took Sophie's hand and jumped onto a higher rock. They watched the sun fade into the distance; it was like a red fireball disappearing into the darkened desert boundary. The whole process was actually quite fast but it was slow in the eyes of the couple.
From up on the rock, they could see that the whole Forest Park was illuminated by the afterglow, everywhere glimmering with fiery red luster as if the earth were burning.
In addition to the fiery red light, as there were a lot of fossils and ore on the ground, so there were also a lot of flickering colors.
It had started with fiery red light dominating the whole landscape. As the sun set, other lights began to flicker with more strength amidst the red glow.
The colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple proceeded to show their presence in the landscape; the National Park filled with a variety of colors.
A line of big birds appeared in the sky. As the sky dimmed, the birds' form gradually blended into the sky, but the vigor they brought remained the same.
When the sun disappeared, the desert changed from an overall red tone to purple; even the sky above where the sun had set turned purple.
Twilight was here, and it turned the desert into a color palette.
The earth's hills and colors of the fossils changed again. The starry sky started to appear. The night sky was not yet black, instead a shade of dark blue.
The landscape was now enveloped in endless dark blue tones, turning the earth into a shade of grayish-blue like the tides.
Standing on the boulder, Li Du felt like he faced a magical sea of frozen hills. The boulder at his feet seemed to be a surfboard, making him feel like he could step on the waves and surf any moment.
Not until the sky was covered with stars were the both of them finally awakened from the spectacular sunset.
Li Du glanced at Sophie and said, "It's really magnificent! 'The straight lonely smoke rises in the desert, the long river reflects the round sun in sunset.' I dare say it can't be compared to what we just experienced!"
Li Du had recited the poem in Mandarin. Sophie could not understand, so he tried to explain it to her.
However, the English interpretation could not fully bring out the artistic feel of the poem. The Chinese poetry was broad and profound. A lot of poems could only be fully understood fully in Mandarin. It was common for poems to lose their flavor after translation.
After listening to his explanation, Sophie thought for a moment and then said, "How about this? Why don't you teach me Mandarin? I'll learn Chinese so I can appreciate the poetry in your culture."
Sophie's request was great. Li Du was more than happy to teach Sophie Mandarin. Once they were married, Sophie would need to communicate with his parents. It would be more reliable for her to learn Mandarin rather than getting his parents to learn English.
They rode back to the Visitor Center in the moonlight.
A few pickup trucks were parked near the entrance of the park. Some shirtless muscular men were smoking near the entrance as well. Li Du saw a few gem hunters that lost the bet to him waiting there.
Apparently, these people had stayed here, waiting for him to show up. Li Du had almost recovered from the loss of his energy and was not afraid of trouble. However, Sophie was with him and it was night—he didn't want to put her in danger.
Thus, he called up Godzilla.
Godzilla and the rest quickly arrived. Hans came as well; he hadn't returned to Flagstaff.
As the four of them alighted, Li Du and Sophie went up to them.
The gem hunters' expressions immediately changed when they saw Li Du and they walked towards him.
Li Du was now with Godzilla and Big Quinn. When the gem hunters saw the two big men, their expressions changed once again. They passed Li Du as if nothing had happened and headed toward the National Park.
Big Quinn frowned as they walked by. "What are they doing?"
Hearing his complaint, the gem hunters walked even faster. They practically ran toward the National Park.
Big Quinn's face looked even more ferocious at night. Li Du felt that maybe it was time to increase Big Quinn's pay. Having Big Quinn around really saved him from a lot of trouble.
On the way back, he took the five opals he had with him and gave one to each of the four of them. He left one opal to himself, the one with the purest color with a blot that made it looked like a gem of fiery clouds.
Godzilla looked at it and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Lu Guan was stunned and shrieked, "Bullsh*t!"
Godzilla replied, "Can bullsh*t be this beautiful?"
"Don't interrupt me!" said Lu Guan. "Bullsh*t! This is a fire opal! This thing's expensive, this is a gem!"
Hans obviously knew what they were as well. He fiddled around with the opal. "Where did you get so many fire opals? This could be worth 10,000 dollars, right?"
Big Quinn firmly gripped his opal after listening to what Hans said.
Li Du told them briefly about the bet, then he continued, "Crispy Noodles and I found these opals. Crispy Noodles is good at digging. He seemed to be connected to the fire opals. And together with my sharp powers of observation, we managed to find these gems."
"It must be you who found them," said Hans. "A raccoon connected to fire opals? Bullsh*t. If they really have a connection, I'd be willing to keep 100 raccoons."
In places like Flagstaff, which was situated near a National Park, the raccoons were rather hated by residents. They were impulsive and destructive. They often wreaked havoc in people's backyard.
As soon as Hans blurted out his thoughts, Li Du sighed in his heart. Hans knew him too well—he was unable to fool him.
Fortunately, Hans did not know the real reason Li Du could find valuable storage units and now the fire opals. He simply believed that Li Du possessed sharp observation powers that were beyond the ordinary man's insight.
Li Du didn't provide any explanation but continued speaking. "I found a new way to get rich. Maybe when we can't make money in storage auctions we can find some time to go hunt for fire opals in the Petrified Forest."
Hans nodded in agreement. "That's a reliable way to get rich. If we can find high-quality fire opals, we don't need to deal with storage units anymore. We can spend the next half of our lives in the company of beautiful women and exquisite wine."
Of course, the most important thing now was the upcoming storage unit auction.
In the morning, Li Du took Sophie and the others to the storage company. They went later than usual. Most of the treasure hunters had already arrived.
They didn't need to observe their opponents and decide on a plan anymore, which was what they had done when they first joined the industry.
Now, they relied on their fame and their abilities to crush their opponents. This meant it was actually better for them to arrive late. If people heard they were interested in a particular auction, it would certainly attract a lot of extra treasure hunters.
But even without him arriving early this auction attracted a lot of people. Winslow's storage units were famous. Many people had found good items here before.
Not only were the treasure hunters here, but a group of tourists was at the storage company. They wore white hats and held small flags. The treasure hunters were stupefied upon seeing the group of tourists.
The auctioneer explained to the treasure hunters that this group of people were tourists. They had come here to observe and participate in the auction. They were from Asia and had never seen or been in contact with such an industry before.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


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

"Student Li Xiao Bai greets both teachers." Li Xiao Bai walked up the stage and said politely.
Great Scholar Shen smiled at him, nodding.
Meanwhile, Teacher Jiang of this school asked: "Xiao Bai, do you have any poems?"
Teacher Jiang had a bit of worry shown between his brows. This Xiao Bai was very ordinary in talent, hopefully he had some sort of preparation before this, otherwise with his current standards, this would be a disappointing show.
It was okay if he was the only person disappointed, but right now with Great Scholar Shen here… Especially when the first half of this competition was very interesting and would become renowned in the world, if the later half was disappointing, everyone in the world would know that Teacher Jiang was a talented person but could not teach young talents himself.
"Teacher, I have a poem prepared." Li Xiao Bai immediately answered, he was quite confident.
"Then let us hear it." Teacher Jiang was slightly more assured now.
This Profound Literature grotto-heaven was not like any other place, it had a flourishing literary culture.
If anyone could make a good poem, even if nobody rewards them, heaven and earth would provide them benefits!
Thus, the art of creating poems was an important task, it directly affected the person's livelihood, status, reputation, and future.
Normally speaking, most scholars would accumulate their foundation and save some good poem lines as secrets, even if they could not compose a poem with those lines, they would save it for the future.
Thus, even though many scholars could create great poems, they would not publish them. They would conceal their strength and use them to deal with difficult poem competitions.
Because of this, it was not strange or surprising that Li Xiao Bai had a poem prepared.
Li Xiao Bai had his considerations.
"I have read countless poems in my life, most are world shocking creations, they are famous on Earth even after thousands of years, and after such a long time, the literature on Earth flourished greatly."
"But if I try to use these poems, it will be a problem!"
"This grotto-heaven world has an information path environment, it most excels at collecting information. Especially the method to observe literary qi and talent qi, almost everybody has such methods, they only vary in the depth of abilities."
"I lack literary qi and talent qi, before I used soul replacement, this was just an ordinary student. By creating a world shocking poem now, not only would people not believe me, they would also be suspicious and start investigating me."
"Even if I try to explain that it is not my work afterwards, it would be too late. I'd be seen as dishonest, in this world, everyone will despise and loathe me."
Fang Yuan had planned many things before infiltrating Profound Literature grotto-heaven to deal with all sorts of situations.
The clone Li Xiao Bai lacked literary qi and talent qi to begin with, it was not that Fang Yuan's own talents were lacking.
However, Li Xiao Bai had a large number of famous poems in his memories, other than those from Earth, there were also Fang Yuan's own creations.
Thus, Li Xiao Bai chose one of them and started to recite.
Teacher Jiang let out a breath of air, this poem was quite well constructed, it was barely living up to the standards of today's competition.
"What, it is nothing impressive."
"I sat beside Li Xiao Bai for three years in class, this is way beyond his usual standards, hahaha."
"Isn't that great? With his poem as the anchor, the next two winners will be very lucky."
The students below the stage became increasingly lively.
Even though Li Xiao Bai's poem was quite compatible with his known abilities, he still had many more talented classmates around.
Especially when some students had many precious poems that they prepared already in advance.
These poems were composed meticulously by them, using a lot of time and effort to create, they were too good for other situations, but this was an appropriate setting to use them.
When the drums started rolling and the red flower got passed around, these elite students became very excited, their eyes were shining.
The drums stopped.
Most of the students were disappointed, why were they not chosen?
Next, their eyes turned red, it was him again!
The red flower stopped at Li Xiao Bai's table.
"Oh?" Li Xiao Bai was also quite surprised.
"The rules are the rules, you can come up again." Great Scholar Shen laughed as he shook his head.
Teacher Jiang got worried again, according to Li Xiao Bai's nature and foundation, he had already performed above standard last time, this time…
But Li Xiao Bai started to recite his poem again.
This poem was on the same level as the previous one.
Teacher Jiang finally relaxed as he looked at Li Xiao Bai with a gentler expression: "It seems that even though this student is not as talented, he is very hardworking, he stored up two poems as backup. These two should be his own creation, it was not easy that he managed to compose them."
Li Xiao Bai did not put up a shameful performance, Teacher Jiang was very glad about it.
"The final person."
"Both chances went to Li Xiao Bai, sigh, that was truly bad luck!"
"If I had gone on stage, the two great scholars would definitely be pleasantly surprised. But I was not given a chance."
"I wonder who will get the third chance? If it is not me, I hope it is not them either."
The students were unable to sit still, they had their own thoughts as they lost their cool.
The drums rolled as the students looked at the red flower with bloodshot eyes.
"Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"
"Sigh, it has passed me… I hope the drumming continues and it makes its way to me again."
"Bang!"
The drums stopped abruptly with a loud sound.
Great Scholar Shen opened his eyes as he smiled: "Who is it this time, ugh."
He was dazed, a strange expression was shown on his face as he pointed at the final lucky star, he did not know whether to cry or laugh: "Why is it you again?"
Li Xiao Bai held the flower as he walked up the stage with a grim expression.
He first cupped his fists at the two scholars before turning to the students below the stage: "Fellow classmates, I really did not do this intentionally, getting up the stage thrice is less of a surprise and more of a shock to me. I know that most of you are more talented than me, but I have to recite three times, I sincerely apologize."
Originally, his classmates were shocked and furious, but after hearing Li Xiao Bai's words and expression, the anger in their hearts dissipated.
In fact, a portion of the people started to feel pity for Li Xiao Bai.
After all, Li Xiao Bai's talent and literary skills were inferior to them, wasn't he suffering by going up the stage?
"Your luck is too incredible. Forget it, start reciting." Teacher Jiang laughed as he spoke.
Li Xiao Bai started his recital again, the standard was ordinary but the final line was quite impressive.
Even though it was just a minor point, it elevated the entire poem to a new level.
Not only did Great Scholar Shen laugh and praise it, even Teacher Jiang was a little surprised: "The final line of your poem is quite interesting. How did you conceptualize it?"
Li Xiao Bai smiled bitterly: "Teacher, I don't dare to lie, this poem had only three lines originally, I thought of and added the final line earlier when I was anxious, to think that both sirs would enjoy it, I was also quite surprised!"
Teacher Jiang was stunned before laughing loudly.
Great Scholar Shen shook his head: "Li Xiao Bai, you are very honest."
It turned out that he had used a method secretly to inspect Li Xiao Bai's literary qi and talent qi, he obtained information that this person had quite an ordinary talent.
"But it is not something rare that he can have a flash of inspiration and perform better than normal." Great Scholar Shen had no suspicions.
Teacher Jiang reassessed Li Xiao Bai in a new light.
He looked at Li Xiao Bai inconspicuously as he thought: "Even though Li Xiao Bai is very ordinary in talent, he is very hardworking normally, that is how he had three poems prepared. Being able to gain inspiration and make up the verse on the spot shows that he has potential. But the best thing about him is that he said those words earlier before the third round, he apologized to his classmates, that was his good interpersonal skills. Being able to articulate as well as his writing, and sophisticated in human interaction, he is not bad."
"Wait." Teacher Jiang suddenly thought: "This competition is going to be famous in the world, my reputation has already spread throughout the world before this, that is not key. But Li Xiao Bai is going to become famous from this, if there were three students who performed, it would be less impactful, but he actually took all three chances, this way, he will be the center of attention."
"After ending in a draw against Brother Shen, nobody will find me for a duel in the short period. But there might be some devious people who would target my student in order to affect me!"
And the problem was, Li Xiao Bai was a common and ordinary student.
Teacher Jiang frowned as he made up his mind: "After this, I need to nurture Li Xiao Bai and secretly give him tuition! After this competition, everyone will know that Li Xiao Bai is my student. Even though I have many students, he is the only famous one."
"In the future, if anyone mentions Li Xiao Bai, my name will also come up. Our reputation is already tied together, I need to nurture him well, otherwise…"
Teacher Jiang felt very pressured, he decided to make sure Li Xiao Bai was a proper scholar even if he had to spend a huge amount of effort and resources. Even if he was a cheap piece of wood, he needed to be carved into jade in appearance!
Central Continent, Fei He mountain.
Gu Liu Ru stopped his killer move as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he let out a breath of air: "It is done, his immortal aperture time has been shifted to its limit, he will face calamities and tribulations very often."
"Thank you for the hard work." Qin Ding Ling smiled as she looked at the sleeping Gu Yue Fang Zheng, suddenly, she gasped.
"What is it?" Gu Liu Ru asked in confusion.
Qin Ding Ling said: "I was using a killer move to inspect luck, I found that after your killer move was activated, Fang Zheng's luck changed again. His original luck was like a hill, lush and squarish, but now it has turned into… hmm… it looks like a pot lid."
Gu Liu Ru was very perplexed: "What premonition is this?"
Qin Ding Ling shook her head, she was troubled too: "In the short term, I cannot understand it."
Two months later.
A certain news made Fang Yuan's main body stop his cultivation.
"I finally found out the location of Dragon Palace."
"Good, I have basically learned all the qi path methods there are, I should act in advance and steal this Immortal Gu House in secret before Heavenly Court does!"


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


The words "Library" looked extremely proper. Lu Shu could not hide his excitement. He looked around secretly and stepped into the library since he did not see anyone around.
Lu Shu was thinking, could there be a guard around in an important place like the library?! After all, it contained the books of the entire palace of the King of Gods!
However, when Lu Shu walked in, nobody stopped him. There was nobody in the library.
He took a few steps behind and pushed a door near the cottage. Then, he saw a man sitting with his legs crossed on the ground with a sword in its sheath. When the man heard the door open, he opened his eyes. However, when he opened his eyes, the door was already closed. 
Lu Shu walked into the library feeling bothered. "Isn't there someone here, not everyone has gone to the Sword Hut selections. Why isn't anyone guarding the library, which is an important place?"
As he said that, he stepped into the library. As he walked, he examined the orientation of the room. When he saw the first two rows of shelves, he was stunned. It was difficult to look at these books, they were the poems of the king?!
Were the people crazy? Why did they keep such books?
Lu Shu sighed. He thought the Sword Hut was different but it was just as old-fashioned!
Old-fashioned!
He randomly grabbed a book and flipped. He was stunned almost immediately. The first poem was "Quiet Night Thought" written by Li Bai[1]! 
The poem was printed within and the author's name was handwritten!
"Don't tell me the owner of the Sword Hut wrote it," exclaimed Lu Shu.
He had always been curious. In the past, someone told him that the owner of the Sword Hut went to the palace of the King of Gods to fight with the old King of Gods for the poems of the king. At that moment, he wondered if the owner of the Sword Hut was someone from Earth? 
There were also rumors saying how the owner of the Sword Hut was a child adopted by the old King of Gods when he was out on a vacation. Therefore, Lu Shu was thinking, perhaps he went to Earth and copied so many poems?
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut should have come from Earth too…
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut did not expose the old King of Gods blatantly but instead helped to take care of his reputation. However, the books in the Sword Hut's Library was filled with handwritten information regarding the book's author and place of origin…
Initially, Lu Shu was not very interested in the library but he suddenly became extremely interested…
He felt as though his heart was burning with the urge to find out more. He revealed such a big secret by randomly flipping through a book?
He wanted to take every book out to flip through them. Then, Lu Shu realized that the owner of the Sword Hut had written down the author of every poem. Of course, the owner of the Sword Hut was not someone who studied the old poems. Therefore, it was understandable that they did not know who the author of certain poems were.
However, even if they did not know who the author was, they still wrote a small line of words at the back of the poem. Although Lu Shu did not know who wrote it, he was certain that it was not written by that particular person.
Tsk tsk, Lu Shu was initially mad with how the old King of Gods got rid of his backup plan. Now that he saw what the owner of the Sword Hut did, he suddenly felt relieved…
After a very long time spent flipping through the books, Lu Shu regained his senses and realized that the sun had set. At this moment, he heard footsteps outside the library. Then, he heard Gu Lingfei's voice. "What is going on, how can he go missing in the Sword Hut? If he disappeared, you guys are in trouble!"
Suddenly, Gu Lingfei stopped in front of the library of the cottage and turned. Both Gu Lingfei and Lu Shu's eyes met.
Lu Shu was about to say that he entered to take a look at the books. Since he was young, he loved to read books… Then, he suddenly realized that Gu Lingfei's expression turned to a look of disbelief. It was the first time she showed that expression on her beautiful face.
Gu Lingfei was shocked. "How did you get in? Who allowed you to go in?"
Lu Shu was unhappy. Nobody was guarding the library and there was no rule stating that nobody could enter. Why couldn't he enter? He said while looking at Gu Lingfei, "I am here to browse the books…"
"You…" Gu Lingfei was panicking. She tried to take a step into the library of the cottage and before her feet could touch the ground, the sound of a sword could be heard echoing throughout the library. It was an extremely sharp sound. 
Lu Shu looked up in shock. He suddenly realized that the grass of which the cottage was made up of turned as dangerous as swords! The library was a sword formation! 
At this moment, he finally understood why Gu Lingfei panicked. No wonder the place was left unguarded. Ordinary people could not even enter, including Master Gu Lingfei!
Gu Lingfei asked coldly, "Teacher had left for so many years and nobody could enter! Why can you enter?!"
Lu Shu was confused. "That's right, how did I enter?"
As he said that, Lu Shu stepped into the deep corners of the library and Gu Lingfei demanded in a low voice, "Get out now!"
Lu Shu said nonchalantly, "You come in and get me…"
Although Lu Shu did not understand why others could not enter but he could, he knew that if he went out and was caught by Gu Lingfei, he would never have the chance to go in again!
Therefore, he could not go out. Moreover, the way back home was in the library! Or rather, he wanted to dig out all the secrets in the library before he left!
Judging from how Gu Lingfei rushed Lu Shu out, it seemed like she had entered in the past and knew that it was an important place. However, that was precisely why Lu Shu wanted to stay.
Moreover, if the Master could not enter the cottage, it was the safest place…
However, Lu Shu thought that even though the owner of the Sword Hut had exceeded the Master realm, they would not be able to prevent a master from entering by randomly plotting a sword formation. Gu Lingfei probably did not attack because she was worried that she would destroy the entire library. 
Lu Shu did not know that all the seven Masters of the Sword Hut had entered the library and was taught by the owner of the Sword Hut.
This was the second most mysterious place, apart from the rear mountain, in the Sword Hut. Only those of the Master Realm could enter. After the owner of the Sword Hut left hurriedly 12 years ago, nobody could enter the library at all.
As Lu Shu walked, he suddenly discovered that the library only had poems of the king… He did not believe it initially but after touring the entire library, he confirmed that there were only poems of the king….
His face turned black immediately. Were all the books hidden?!
[1] One of the most famous classical Chinese poems by the famous poet


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

"Good poem! This poem of Gao Gongzi is so lonely and missed. Xiaosheng has been studying for many years and has never seen such a good poem!"
"Unexpectedly, Gao Gongzi would be able to make such a good poem. I am waiting to admire him. It seems that the first talented person is Gao Gongzi!"
"Yes, we support Young Master Gao!"
Several literati stood up and applauded. Yan Chu glanced at them. It turned out that they were all childcares invited by Gao Jin.
"Miss Oiran, I think Gao Gongzi's poem is the best love poem in the world, what do you think?" A nursery said deliberately.
Oiran frowned, and she saw it for the first time in today's battle.
"Gao Gongzi's poem is indeed the best love a little girl has ever heard, but this poem has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and sorrow is revealed, and Gao Gongzi's life is proud of his youth, and he did not chant the poem when he was just singing the poem... "
The oiran shook his head regretfully: "Master Gao, I'm afraid you are not the first person to be a talented person."
"What do you mean!"
Gao Jin, who was originally triumphant, suddenly sank, and directly threw the hip flask in his hand to the ground.
 The rest of the literati nursery also said: "Miss Oiran, as long as the poem is good, it's enough, and you haven't mentioned any requirements for poems. Could it be that you Drunk Xianfang want to play tricks?
Oiran couldn't get off stage for a while, and Gao Jin wanted to rush to the stage directly.
At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly said: "Don't worry, everyone hasn't composed poems yet. The title of the world's number one love poem may not belong to Master Gao."
"The surname is Li, there is no place for you to speak here, go back to your Yongan City!" Gao Jin said fiercely.
Yan Chu's face sank, and he directly summoned the ink shadow sword, and put it directly on Gao Jin's neck.
Tnnd, I want to pretend, who can stop me?
Gao Jin shuddered, and a cold sweat broke out on his head. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Brother Li, just yin, even yin..."
Yan Chu snorted coldly and retracted the ink shadow sword.
Qi Wenhan's eyes condensed, he noticed that the flying sword in Yan Chu's hand was actually an immortal weapon.
Others can't tell. He, the sixth prince who has been used to seeing babies since he was a child, can tell at a glance.
Senior Yan is really extraordinary, and the Thunder Sect is by no means an ordinary school!
I just don't know what poem this senior Yan can make.
Yan Chu drank a glass of wine, then gently shook his head, and said:
"The slender cloud is a coincidence, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver guy is dark,"
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but countless in the world."
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear with me and return home from Queqiao!"
"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future!"
The song "The Magpie Bridge" has been passed down through the ages in the world of the previous life. Yan Chu casually chanted it, and it was amazing!
 The talented literati in the flower boat fell into silence for a while, savoring the affection in this poem.
Qi Wenhan was even more deeply shocked. He kept recalling the poems and said in his heart:
This poem by Senior Yan is truly the first love poem in the ages. Who can compete with him for the title of the top talented man in the world?
"Mr. Li, Xiaosheng... nothing to say!" A literati opened his mouth, trying to compliment Yan Chu, but he didn't know what words to use.
In addition to the first love poem of the ages, what other words can describe this "magpie bridge"?
"Master Li, the students are willing to worship Master Li as a teacher, even if they are holding an umbrella and rubbing ink for Master Li, there is no complaint!"
A song "The Magpie Bridge", on the spot made these arrogant talents bow their heads, and even bow their knees to apprentice!
Even a rough person like Gao Jin is convinced by Yan Chu's poems and doesn't know what to say.
"This poem of Li Gongzi is the first love poem in the ages, and I am willing to recognize Li Gongzi as the first genius!"
"Yes, Li Gongzi is the head of the talent, Miss Oiran should fulfill her promise!"
"Miss Oiran, don't keep talking, what on earth is this poem!"
The oiran put down the lute, hesitated for a moment, had to admit:
"The poem of Li Gongzi is indeed well-deserved, and the slave family...will belong to Li Gongzi tonight..."
 In the tone, there is a bit of helplessness and sadness, and a bit of decomposition.
The flower boat girl pushed in, with respect on her face, and said to Yan Chu:
"Li Gongzi's "The Magpie Bridge" is indeed the first of the talented people. This is the famous brand of Miss Oiran. When Li Gongzi got it, he got Miss Oiran."
Yan Chu had a guilty conscience when he took over the famous brand.
Not to mention this life, he has never been to any bad place in his previous life.
How to behave in a while to appear less novice? ?
There was a faint fragrance on the oiran's name tag, and Yan Chu received it, making others envied it.
"Young Master Li!"
Gao Jin suddenly shouted at this moment.
Yan Chu looked at Gao Jin, wondering if this kid would do something again, right?
However, he saw Gao Jin hand over his hands and said: "Gao Jin is convinced of the talent of Li Gongzi. In the future, Gao Jin will work hard to study. Ten years later, he will compete with Li Gongzi!"
What the hell?
Why is it a ten-year appointment?
But Yan Chu didn't mind.
Anyway, ten years later, Gao Jin was looking for Li Zeyang, who had nothing to do with Yan Chu.
He nodded casually, then turned over Miss Oiran's name tag impatiently.
What is the name of this beautiful oiran?
The moment Yan Chu turned over the famous brand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Qi Wenhan leaned over curiously. After seeing the name on the name tag, he said in confusion: "The last name is Joe? It's a good last name."
 Gao Jin also said: "Miss Oiran is true to her name, Qiao Biluo...what a good name!"
That's right, Oiran's name is Joe Biluo.
Yan Chu's hand holding the famous brand suddenly trembled.
He never expected it.
I have already crossed it, and actually became the top one of His Highness Qiao Biluo!
It's no wonder that this oiran has always shown people from his back, he turned out to be a back killer!
Turning around, I'm afraid I don't want to see a hundreds-year-old grandmother!
"Senior Yan, what's the matter with you?" Qi Wenhan asked in doubt when he saw Yan Chu's face was not good.
Yan Chu beckoned to Gao Jin silently.
"What advice does Li Gongzi have?" Gao Jin asked.
"This stuff is given to you, and the poem just now is also given to you. From today on, you are the number one talented person in the world, and Qiao Biluo is yours too!"
After Yan Chu stuffed the famous brand into Gao Jin's hands, he jumped out of the flower boat directly through the window!
"Young Master Li!?"
"Senior Yan?!"
Yan Chu jumped out of the flower boat, rushed to the entrance of Zuixianfang, and tore down the banner, torn to pieces!
 His mouth kept muttering: I am not the number one, I am not the number one, I am not the number one...
"What's wrong with Li Gongzi?"
"The literary talent is somewhat mad. If you are not mad, how can you write such a romantic love poem?"
"It makes sense, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Li Gongzi Zhennai Shixian Xianfan!"
Gao Jin held the name tag and suddenly reacted: "So, Qiao Biluo belongs to me?"
The flower boat girl hesitated: "Yes, it's true..."
When Gao Jin heard this, he was ecstatic and rushed towards the oiran: "Miss Joe, let's get drunk tonight!"
What Ling Gao Jin didn't expect was that Qiao Biluo, who was sitting on the stage like a virgin, suddenly waved his pipa and smashed it directly on Gao Jin's face. Then, like Yan Chu, he climbed the window and jumped out!
"What's the situation again!!"
"It's Li Gongzi's literary talent that makes Miss Qiao obsessed, Miss Qiao is going to elope with Li Gongzi!"
"It's a song and tearful love story. I have creative inspiration again. After I go home, I will be able to write a good poem that shocks the world!
"Prince Li, Miss Qiao, we bless you! You must be happy!!"

June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
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For 72 years, students who have entered Rinowra School have left prepared for success in their college education. Rinowra graduates gain a clear advantage among their peers and boast an admission rate of over 90% into the best universities around the world. We believe that the personalized education we provide and are still striving to improve, allows our students to thrive both in the campus and in their future studies.
Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

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