There was only one sentence that came out of Cale's mouth.

"…What the fuck?"

It clearly showed his current emotional state.

What the heck was this?
He had faced many unexplainable things until now.
He could let most things go because the fact that he ended up inside a novel called 'The Birth of a Hero' was something that others would not be able to believe.

Kim Rok Soo was someone who had faced monsters appearing on Earth and in Korea, experiencing most things that one would only find in a raid novel or a modern fantasy novel.
He was someone who had lived for over fifteen years in such a world.

"Human, what is going on?"
"I don't know why he is acting like this."

Hong and Raon looked toward Cale with concern, but Cale was not in the proper emotional state to respond to the children.

This was the first time.
This was the first time he was completely flabbergasted since coming to this world.

'Is it a coincidence?'

Was it a coincidence that the title and author of this first Dragon Slayer's record book and 'The Birth of a Hero' were the same?

Was something like that possible?

'…Are there such things as coincidences in this world?'

Cale did not have the luxury of thinking about anything else.
His hand moved past the barrier around the altar.

Cale grabbed the book as soon as his palm touched it.
His hand was quickly moving as if he was in a rush.

"Hu-"

Raon, who was starting to call out to Cale and moving toward him, stopped talking after seeing a hand in front of him. Choi Han made the children step back.
Bud was already leaning on a wall with his arms crossed and a stiff expression on his face.
There were no traces of being drunk visible on his face anymore.

Choi Han was standing next to Cale, who was looking around, with his hand on the hilt of his sword.
However, Cale had not noticed any of that.

"…It's real."

Cale touched the cover of the book with his finger.

He could see the title of, < The Birth of a Hero > and the author underneath it.

Nelan Barrow.

This was definitely the author of the book that Kim Rok Soo had been reading. Kim Rok Soo had found the author's name to be odd when he first started to read 'The Birth of a Hero.'

It was because it was rare to find an author who used an English name like this.
It was one thing if it was a fantasy novel that was translated from a foreign country, however, 'The Birth of a Hero' that Kim Rok Soo had borrowed was a Korean fantasy novel.
The main character might face a lot of adversities, but other than that, it was just a Korean high school student who traveled through dimensions, became a munchkin, and then the hero of the world.

'But why?'

Why were the authors for that fantasy novel and this first Dragon Slayer's record book the same?
Nelan Barrow should be the name of the first Dragon Slayer.

You're right.

Cale flinched and his body started to shake.
A voice that had been quiet until now finally reappeared in his mind.

The Scary Giant Cobblestone.
His voice sounded slightly heavy.

Sorry for responding so late when you kept calling for me.

The Super Rock sounded apologetic as well.

I was busy filtering the large amount of power that flowed into your body through the crown so that you could use it as is and let it out.

Cale remained quiet as he waited for the Super Rock to continue. The Super Rock seemed to have realized this as he continued to speak.

Nelan Barrow. That was the name of the child I saved in the final battle.

The final battle where the Super Rock had died.
The name of the only surviving child from the battle was Nelan Barrow.

Cale slowly closed his eyes before opening them back up.

"Huuuuuu."

He took a deep breath.

Flip.

Cale's finger flipped the first page.
There was a preface written there.

< This is a record about a human who turned the world into both paradise and hell in his quest to become a god. >

It made Cale think about Wind Island which used to be one of the Three Restricted Areas.
He recalled the mural located on the ceiling of the temple.

It was the story of how the human who had the sky attribute as well as all five of the natural attributes and led an organization called the Forest of Darkness to become a god.

He wanted to become the sky itself in order to be able to turn some areas into a lush paradise while turning others into desolate hells so that he could rule over the people.

The Super Rock had talked about that person before.

'The White Star was destroyed on the day I died.'

The person who wanted to become a god was the White Star.
Cale then recalled something the Super Rock had said about the current White Star.

'Cale, I think that the current White Star is mimicking the ancient White Star.'

Cale started to smile.
The book in his hand right now was the first Dragon Slayer's record of the ancient White Star.

Tap. Tap.

Cale's finger tapped on the page.

"This was it."

This was the reason the current White Star could mimic the ancient White Star.

"It was this record."

The current White Star was able to mimic the ancient White Star after reading through this record book.
That certainty filled Cale's mind.

He read the next sentence.



The word, 'guardian,' roamed around in Cale's mouth.

Ahem, he's talking about me.

The Super Rock commented in an awkward voice, but Cale easily ignored it.
Why?

"…Do you know the meaning of this?"

What are you talking about?

Cale started to speak again after hearing the Super Rock ask back.
He was pointing to the next sentence on the page.

"What does this say?"

…Is there such a language?

The Super Rock responded back in confusion. However, Cale was barely able to maintain his calm after hearing voices coming from behind him.

"Hmm? Is he asking us? Huh? What language is that?"
"I've never seen it before! There are words that even someone as great and mighty as I do not know!"
"I don't know!"
"No idea!"

The group responded in confusion as well.
However, Cale managed to hear the very quiet voice in between Bud and the children averaging nine-years-old's louder voices.

"…Huh?"

It was Choi Han.
It was different than the normal Choi Han.
He seemed to be out of it.

Cale fixed the expression on his face.
This was the first time since he came to this world that he was thankful that he could put on a poker face.

The next sentence on the page was in a different language.
Cale was able to read the text that neither the Super Rock from ancient times, the Eastern continent's Bud, nor Raon who has learned many different languages could read.

< For a foreigner who might end up here as I did. >

And underneath that…

< Choi Jung Gun >

It started to get loud around him.

"Mm, I guess we need to do some research on this. Is it some ancient text?"
"Let's ask gramps! Or m, my m, mo-! Anyway, let's ask!"
"What interesting letters! They look more like symbols!"

Bud and the children averaging nine-years-old were loudly chatting away. They were trying even harder to find the answer because the pale Cale had asked after calming down a bit.

However, Cale could read these words.
They were in Korean.

Cale just calmly waited for the reaction from the quiet individual.

He could hear Choi Han's extremely quiet voice through the loud chatter.

"…Uncle?"

'Haaaaaaaaa.'

Cale had to stop himself from laughing.
It wasn't because he was happy.

It was because he was in disbelief.
He was completely flabbergasted.

He almost let out a scoff.

Choi Han had been born in a happy family and grew up with his parents' love. However, he ended up traveling through dimensions on his own and had to spend a long time in the Forest of Darkness alone.

Choi Han.
Choi Jung Gun.

Cale had a certain thought every so often ever since coming to this world.
This thought filled his mind more often ever since the White Star showed up.

'How was Choi Han able to become the main character here?'

How was Choi Han able to defeat the White Star?
Even though he had many powerful friends such as Rosalyn and Lock, how could Choi Han have defeated the White Star without most of his current friends such as Raon, On, and Hong by his side?
Such questions like that filled Cale's mind every so often.

There was also a different thought as well.

He had only read up to volume 5.
In that case, wasn't it likely that there would be 'something' for Choi Han later?
Plot armor as the main character to be victorious?

He couldn't help but think about it.

And now, Cale had found that 'something' for the 'main character Choi Han.'

"Human! There's more written on there in that weird text!"

There were more things written in Korean on there.



He was right.
It was much more likely that it would never happen.
How would a foreigner be able to see a book that is located in a region underneath the Castle of Light that only someone with the Dragon Slayer's crown could access?

However, Cale was thinking that this book would have somehow ended up in Choi Han's possession in the original story.



This record book was a record of the ancient White Star as well as the memoir of Nelan Barrow, the first Dragon Slayer, formerly known as Choi Jung Gun.

< This text is something only a foreigner who comes from the same place I came from could read. That is because I did not share anything about my hometown with this world. >

It made Cale think about information regarding the first Dragon Slayer.

It was said that he had no family.
He never got married and never had any children.

Why had he not paid attention to that?

He was someone who had one day appeared in this world, similar to how Choi Han had ended up here.

The preface did not end with just one page.
Cale flipped to the next page of the Korean portion of the preface with as calm of an expression as possible.

Flip.

In the short instant he was about to turn the page…
Cale had to close the book right away after seeing the first few words on the next page. Thanks to that, the others were not able to see the contents.
Cale could see someone reaching for the book at that moment.

"I…"

It was Choi Han.
He looked calm, but Cale could tell that Choi Han's mind was in a state of chaos right now.

Choi Han reached his hand out toward Cale.

"Cale-nim, I, may I look at the book?"

He then heard the voices of the others.

"Oh! Choi Han! Can you read it? Did you figure something out?"
"Mr. Choi Han, you want to take a look?"

Raon and Bud asked Choi Han at the same time.

"Hey, alcoholic Mercenary King! Our Choi Han is actually very smart! Much smarter than you!"
"I agree! Choi Han is smart!"
"Our youngest is right!"

Bud then had to listen to the children averaging nine-years-old tell him that he was dumb.
Cale still had his usual stoic expression through all of this.

"Cale-nim."

Choi Han called out to him once again.
It was possible that he had found the first traces of his hometown after tens, no, an uncountable number of years. And that trace related to someone he believed was his uncle.
Cale could tell how Choi Han was feeling even without asking.

"For now."

However.

"…Cale-nim?"

Cale frowned as usual before bluntly adding on.

"We don't have the time to look through this book for now if we want to smack the White Star from behind."

Choi Han wanted to say something, but Cale kept going.

"You know how good my memory is, right? I am someone who can remember both texts and images."

Tap. Tap.

Cale tapped on the book.

"I will first quickly memorize the contents of this book. I just need to memorize the image if it is something I can't read."

The Mercenary King started to clap.

"Ahh! My friend truly is amazing! Ahh!"

Cale naturally ignored him and continued to speak.

"Choi Han, do you know about this language?"
"…I think I do."

'Think my ass. Of course you know Korean.'
Cale held back a sigh and continued to talk normally. At least he tried.

"Then even better. I will first memorize the contents of this book as images. Let's come back after taking care of the White Star to read through it more thoroughly."

Some of the group nodded their heads.

"In that case, there should be no issues with Choi Han reading through the text even if something goes wrong in the battle against the White Star since I would have memorized it all."

Cale looked toward Choi Han and continued to speak.

"We need to hurry. The Lord-nim, Eruhaben-nim, Ron, and Beacrox will be in danger if the White Star realizes that they are the only ones there."

Choi Han had no choice but to look away from the book and nod his head.

"You're right, Cale-nim. Let's hurry back and then return."

Cale was relieved that Choi Han cared more about his friends than the traces about his hometown.
He waved his hand and told everyone to move away.

"Stand back. It'll only slow me down if you bother me."

Everybody stepped back without any complaints.
Cale's mouth started to go dry as he watched the others move away from him.

His palm that was holding the book was sweating.
It was difficult to even open the book.

He recalled the words he saw before he had quickly closed the book.

Record.
The power to record everything he sees.
Unlike what he told the others, Cale had already been using his power since they entered the village.
All of the records were filling up his mind.

Even the information on the next page was recorded with that quick view.
He was able to close the book right away because it was a speed that nobody else could follow.

Cale clearly recalled the next words that were already memorized in his mind.

This was what Choi Jung Gun, first Dragon Slayer Nelan Barrow, had recorded.



This was the case for Choi Han as well.

< However, I chose death. >

Choi Jung Gun chose death for himself.


< The name of that sword is the Sword of Disasters. >

It was a name that Cale was familiar with as well.

The Sword of Disasters.
It was one of the ancient powers that the Dragon Slayers received each generation.




Cale now had an idea about how Choi Han would have defeated the White Star in the novel.
He could almost predict it.

He probably charged at the White Star without caring for his own life.

He recalled the last Korean text on the preface.

< If I could return to the past, I would have fought to protect my friends, even if it cost me my life. >

'What stupid nonsense.
Why would you put your life on the line? Who would that help?
This motherfucking Birth of a Hero.'

Cale's usual temperamental self would have ripped this book up, burned it down, somehow destroyed the ashes, and make every trace of it disappear from the world.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel.
[The Birth of a Hero].

[The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent.

I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located.

The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins.

The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp.

“…This is going to be a problem.”

I feel like something serious has happened to me.

But it was worth trying to make this my new life.

The difference between ordinary Mental Demon characters and Mental Demon ancient text was like the difference between the Da Qian common language and the rule language. It was a stark, otherworldly difference. 
Mental Demon ancient text was used by the almighty beings in the Mental Demon Realm.
In other words, it was a natural evolution formed after their power had been dispersed outward.
In this, it usually contained a lot of Dao path information and was greatly beneficial for a Demon Master to see and hear.
"This Mental Demon ancient text was born out of the Mental Demon characters and the voice of a Great Dao. This isn't difficult for me at all…"
In fact, a complete set of Mental Demon ancient text could be understood even by an ordinary person and had characteristics similar to the rule characters.
It was not that a Great Dao could not be described, but the reason why it was so mysterious and profound was completely because he had not reached that realm!
"A true almighty being can completely display the Heavenly Dao in other forms… Of course, it's truly difficult to say what would happen after an ordinary person comprehends it."
Fang Yuan suspected that there would be great bloodshed if any ancient texts were to drift into the lower realms.
The properties it had could completely bewitch and produce an army of intelligent life.
Furthermore, someone gifted could even use the ancient text as their foundation and derive many vicious demonic cultivation techniques, changing the general situation of a world and eliminating the demons.
At the moment, the Mental Demon ancient text linked together and many characters bloomed with brilliance, containing an immensely horrifying aura. 
"This is… that Demon God's Dao?"
Fang Yuan's eyes were somewhat dazed, as if he was intoxicated. 
He had already searched long and hard for the Dao of Demon God, and right now, the Great Dao was suddenly placed before him, causing him to be a little shaken, as if someone dying from thirst in a desert seeing a fountain of spring water or a person driven to a dead-end discovering a way out. 
Furthermore, the Dao path created by a Demon God would naturally be excellent, have strong foundations, and a hint of flawlessness.
Even more so, any Heaven Immortal or Earth Immortal seeing this would think that this was the 'Heavenly Dao' that they had been searching hard for!
"This is the Dao of Demon God? The circulation of energy can be considered perfect, and regarding the use of origin power, it's endlessly exquisite and all-inclusive. This is practically my future goal… Wait!"
Suddenly, Fang Yuan's entire body shook as his eyes sobered. "The Dao of Demon God is something I have to create myself. If I were to indulge myself in other Great Daos, it would be perpetual hopelessness!"
This thought was like a bolt of lightning, causing him to immediately recover his clarity of mind as he once again looked at the Mental Demon ancient text with a cold smile. "This is indeed the workings of a Demon God… Anything left behind has its dangers!"
In fact, there is nothing wrong with this Great Dao, and it could even give great benefits to cultivators below the Ancient God rank.
However, Fang Yuan was determined to find his own 'Dao'. If it was contaminated by other Daos and his foundation became incomplete, that would be the true disaster.
"My Dao is Creation. Any external Daos can only supplement and nourish me, but definitely can't interfere with my intrinsic quality!" Fang Yuan muttered, completely recovering from the influence.
At this moment, the Mental Demon ancient text in front of him suddenly underwent a transformation.
Characters started automatically arranging themselves as if they had their own limbs, gathering and forming a new meaning. "Let me out! Let me out! 
"I, Ancient Netherworld, am a king of the Demon Gods!
"Let me out! You will obtain all of your desires!"
… 
"This Demon God that's already been sealed can still mess around using the few traces it left behind?"
Fang Yuan was slightly astonished.
He could clearly sense no external powers interfering with these characters.
It was impossible for such a careless mistake to happen to the Spiritual Realm's seals.
However, these symbols that were left behind for an unknown number of years and were completely repaired afterward could still engage in deluding others like an intelligent creature.
"The existence of a Demon God is really unbelievable!"
He sighed and asked, "Where is the seal on your true body? I can't find the location and basically can't use my methods."
Zap! Zap!
These characters were indeed like living beings and started contorting, converging to form a small array containing immensely complicated procedures, and even a Heaven Immortal would be dazzled after seeing this. 
"Array?"
Fang Yuan was considered proficient in the Dao of Array. With a thought, the palace suddenly exploded and became innumerable tiny runes that started to once again assemble.
Not long later, they formed the array demonstrated by the Mental Demon ancient text.
"Hmm? It seems to have special effects such as transference and breaking the void!"
Fang Yuan tested it by directly walking over.
Kaboom!
The array roared and emitted a huge glow.
The next instant, he arrived at a bizarre land.
On the surface, innumerable blood plasma crawled like living beings.
In the surroundings, Dao Marks appeared in dense numbers. If it was seen by Nine Heads, its eyes would pop out as there were really too many, close to ten times more than outside! A hundred times!
"This is the bottom of the Blood Abyss?"
Fang Yuan realized that this was a secret realm those Demon Masters had never come to before.
"Only my Black Source Pearl can supplement the Mental Demon ancient text completely. An incomplete Mental Demon ancient text is fundamentally unable to demonstrate this transfer array…
"Could… the Dao Marks outside have always been waiting for the person holding the true key? Such a realm…"
Fang Yuan stepped on the blood plasma crawling on the ground and rapidly walked forward.
Numerous Dao Marks appeared. Not only did they belong to Demon God Ancient Netherworld, but there were also traces of the Celestial Thearch and another Immortal Dao Zenith Heaven.
"Indeed, the Celestial Thearch with the support of heaven's will is truly the strongest!"
Fang Yuan looked at the ancient seal mark in the sky and gasped in admiration.
He looked at every single Dao Mark, not even missing those of the Celestial Thearch and Zenith Heaven, and his understanding toward the Demon God realm became clearer.
"Demon God! Demon God!"
Fang Yuan licked his lips. "If you gave me more origin power right now, I could definitely increase my abilities to an unimaginable realm!"
Although such an accumulation might not necessarily allow him to break through to Demon God, it was enough to accommodate a sharp increase in origin power 
Bloop! Bloop!
The blood plasma bubbled up and created many huge bubbles. 
Obviously, that sealed existence was already unable to carry on watching by the side. 
A lot of blood bubbles fused and gathered to form a human face. "A Demon Master? Interesting… seems to be someone who ascended from the lower realms!"
"You are… Demon God Ancient Netherworld?"
Fang Yuan was completely composed.
In this sealed land, it was already his limits to reveal a face outside.
As long as the seal was not broken, this Demon God could not transfer an ounce of power and could only rely on deluding him.
Furthermore, if not for Fang Yuan's arrival, it would be impossible for those Demon Masters to even find this place. In other words, Fang Yuan was his only hope to escape his predicament.
"The Black Source Pearl is on your body… release me! You will obtain unimaginable glory and unparalleled power, as well as everything you hope for!"
Ancient Netherworld chanted in a voice containing enormous enticement.
Even a Heaven Immortal hearing this voice would instantly transform into a loyal subject.
"…" However, Fang Yuan was speechless. "You think… I'm truly a fool? A promise made by someone like you is completely untrustworthy!" 
Perhaps an Ancient God or Golden Immortal would still be restricted by an oath, but what about a Zenith Heaven and Emperor?
These existences themselves were the manifestations of a 'Dao', so what rules could restrict them?
Much less, Demon Gods were the accumulations of chaos, and Fang Yuan did not dare risk his safety on a small promise.
"Junior… since you've come here, you definitely have something to ask of me! With this premise, we can trade…"
The face formed from blood bubbles became stagnant. Shortly after, it spoke indifferently.
It stared at Fang Yuan for a while with an amused look. "Not to mention… there's the aura of another Demon God on you. It seems that you've offended him? Hehe… If you go to the Mental Demon Realm, you'll definitely be immediately discovered by him! So how about it? I can protect you, and even get rid of this connection for you!"
Fang Yuan's face became dark.
That Demon God's means truly surpassed his imagination.
He had already carefully checked his body before, but he could not imagine that that existence could still set up a hidden card on him.
If he had truly ascended to the Mental Demon Realm, it was likely that he would not be in control of his own life and death now. 
"I will settle this resentment myself, so there's no need you to worry!" Fang Yuan recovered his calmness. "However, I overcame all odds to come to this place and indeed have some issues I would like to ask Your Excellency for help with!" 
"Say it!" The face was smiling.
It was sealed and had infinite time to bargain slowly with Fang Yuan.
"I want the Mental Demon Realm's lower realm descending secret techniques and the techniques for traversing realms!" Fang Yuan raised his requirements.
Since the Dao of Demon God had to be created by himself, and he previously had some inspiration, resources in this aspect were not too important anymore.
Currently, he was more interested in the method of realm traversing in this higher dimension universe!
For a Dream Master of Da Qian, the method of using Mental Demon elemental force is unique, but there are only two intrinsic qualities. The first is the path of transformation between fantasy and reality, which is the power of creation that I've always been investigating and improving. The second is traversing a multitude of worlds!
Reaching a higher dimension universe, I still need to pick up this old skill!
Fang Yuan thought silently to himself.
He still did not know the inside details of converting between fantasy and reality from the Mental Demon Realm. However, the realm traversing ability was still very powerful. 
Without considering those almighty beings who could descend to lower realms as they wished, it was impossible for the current Fang Yuan. Even the Mental Demon Realm itself went expeditions everywhere, even invading the Spiritual Realm before.
Fang Yuan wanted to obtain the inner essence, supplement his Dao of Dream Master, and change it to his own accumulations.
"You want my Mental Demon realm traversing technique?"
The blood bubble face turned dark and immediately said, "I can do that… as long as you agree to a contract to release me once you get it!"
"That's impossible!" Fang Yuan instantly shook his head. Agreeing to any rule contract with a Demon God was equivalent to placing himself between life and death.
Unless he had a massive breakthrough in his cultivation, he would not consider that at all.


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

Within the Southeastern borders of the Elwur Empire, the expansive Fel Swamps stretched across the land like a blight on the nation's cultured lands.  Deep within the uninhabited swamp, a pile of pale, transparent slime materialized.  
Although it didn't shift or move in any way, internally the slime was screaming.  'Why?  My wish was to be reincarnated as an awesome fantasy monster, not a fucking slime!  That stupid djinn is such a piece of crap!  Ahhhh!'
Eventually the slime calmed down and began seriously considering the situation.  'Well, since I've already ended up like this I guess I'll have to see what's up.  Hmm, what's this . . . ?'
[You, Peter Derek Ashwood, have been selected as the second of the Fate's Own.  Cultivate Qi and gather strength, for when the hundredth appears, the Fate's Own must become one.  To aid you, Fate has given you one gift: The System of Fate.  Use it well. ]
'Cultivate Qi?  The Djinn couldn't even get the type of fantasy world I wanted right.  Seriously, after I freed him and everything this is how he repays me?  What a douche bag.  Ughh, might as well check this gift out.  Maybe it'll actually be something decent.'
[Peter Derek Ashwood's Status Screen]
[Title: Naive]
[Cultivation Realm: None]
[Cultivation Rank: None]
[Cultivation Art: None]
[Qi: None]
[Breath: Slime Breath]
[Legacies: None]
[Armaments: None]
[Souls: None]
[Summoning Order: Second]
'Wow, fat lot of good that is.  Thanks for nothing Fate.  All I get is a freaking status screen, of course.  Welp, I'll just have to make do.  Who knows, maybe I can still level up or something.'
Extending his senses outwards, Peter found that while he didn't have eyes, he could still see somehow.  Aside from that though, his only other sense was touch.  Looking around, the naïve pile of gelatin began crawling forth at a snail's pace.  Even if it took him a year, he was still going to hunt down a monster!
Peter had first materialized on a small island shaded by short, twisted trees with massive roots that spread out like spider webs across the ground.  From near the small island's center, he made his way towards the island's shore.  After an hour of struggling over and under clumps of thick roots, he managed to hit water.  It was then that Peter realized that maybe slimes were really aquatic creatures.  To his delight he found he could instinctively swim with a grace he'd never had in his previous life.  
With greater confidence, Peter began exploring and swiftly found his first 'monster,' a fish.  In his new form it was hard to estimate how large the fish was but he guessed it'd probably be smaller than the average adult human's hand.  In comparison to his current size, it ought to be far more than a single meal's worth he figured.
Rather than trying to swim towards the emerald colored fish, Peter floated in the water, watching his prey passively.  In RPGs tackling an unfamiliar monster could often be a recipe for disaster, a lesson he'd learned the hard way.  If he was sitting in front of his computer he'd be paging through an online guide to see what this 'monster' could do but obviously that wasn't an option right now.  Instead, he simply paid attention.
The fish didn't seem to be bothered by Peter at all, assuming it knew he was there.  Although the murky water made it hard to see, Peter could tell the fish had eyes, so presumably it could see the floating slime.  Then again, maybe it couldn't.  Regardless, the fish seemed more interested in the mottled green and gray plants growing from the sand below.  The plants looked kind of like some variation of kelp to Peter but he was hardly an expert on fantasy plant life or any other plant life for that matter.
To his surprise, Peter saw a new line of text form in his vision as he continued observing the fish.
[By focusing intensely on a single subject you have unlocked Appraisal!]
[Appraisal can be used for two purposes.  It can record one's observations and also reveal new information on an unfamiliar subject.  Only limited information can be gained using Appraisal's second feature however.]
Upon reading through the new notifications, Peter glanced at the fish.  A new line of text appeared above its body. 
[Fel Greenscale]
'Okay, maybe this gift of mine was better than I thought.  So I guess it's just that I have to unlock features to make it really good?  Well I hope that's how it works anyway . . .'
Before he could get too sidetracked Peter refocused on the greenscale.  This was his first 'monster hunt;' he couldn't just let his prey slip away due to his own inattention! 
After a while, the greenscale swam over to a plant directly below Peter.  Having watched it for several minutes by this point, Peter found himself unconcerned by the fish.  It certainly didn't seem dangerous.  He considered his talent for swimming for several moments before deciding to act.  In a flash, Peter propelled himself down and slammed into the fish from above.
He spread his body out like a net, completely covering the Fel Greenscale which shook itself frantically, attempting to free itself.  Each time the fish moved, Peter squeezed tighter, increasing the pressure on it.  To his surprise, he realized his body contained a fairly impressive strength, as he was eventually able to totally immobilize the fish.  At the same time, he discovered he was somehow sucking all the water trapped with the fish through his body and then expelling it.  
Before long the fish, which had been rendered unable to breathe by the pressure Peter was exerting on it, was dead.  Keeping the fish contained, Peter headed back to the island he'd first appeared on.  Although he swam much slower now, due to the awkwardness of keeping the fish inside his body, he still made good time.  When he hit land it became much harder to move and Peter was forced to carry the fish on top of his 'back' as he crawled forwards.  
Once he'd found what he deemed a suitable lair, a small, cage-like hollow created by a clump of tree roots, Peter placed the fish back inside his body and rested.  He could feel himself begin digesting the fish, almost as if he was drooling all over it, which was an odd sensation to say the least.
He didn't consider his act of eating much though.  Peter was more focused on what he'd done.  His actions had been mostly instinctive, with no real thought on his part.  It seemed to him that alongside the body itself, he'd also gained the bestial instincts necessary to survive.  Better yet, he was already noticing some of this body's strengths.
First off, he was quite the swimmer.  He'd never learned to swim as a human but as a slime swimming felt almost effortless.  Secondly, he could move some things through the interior of his body, at least water.  Third, he was fairly strong; he'd at least been much stronger than that Fel Greenscale which had to have something like 75-80% of his body mass. 
Peter was already beginning to envision possible hunting strategies he could test in the future.  He decided to name the strategy he'd used today the Python Stratagem, since it was rather similar to how pythons hunted.  Still, that was just one of the ideas he had.  Another idea he'd already developed was how he'd deal with larger prey.  He wasn't certain how feasible it'd be but if he could slip inside the body of a large creature, Peter figured he'd be able to kill it from the inside in any number of ways.  He named this the Giant Killer Stratagem.    
Satisfied with his accomplishments for now, Peter drifted into a deep sleep as he imagined himself trying out his new thoughts on the morrow.

As it has before and will again, Fate Shifts in the world of Qi.  In the Heavens, Hells, and Mortal World, the Harbingers of Fate proclaim the coming of the Fate's Own and a warning to all.  The Fate's Own must become one.

This is a tale of reincarnated cultivators, transmigrants, intelligent beasts, angels, and demons.  This is a tale of gnashing teeth, tears shed, promises broken, blood spilt, ambitions conceived, painful betrayals, love found, laughter on the wind, and so much more.  This is the tale of a mythic age, with a beginning and ending.  

Warning: In Fate Shift I'm going to avoid explicit sex scenes, overly descriptive gore, and things of that nature.  I'll try to keep things tasteful enough that teenagers can read this story.  That said there will be depictions of cruelty, some foul language, and other things of that nature in the story.  So on the almost unbelievable chance a parent is reading this to see if it's okay for their kid(s), I suggest taking that into consideration.

Release Schedule: Seven to fourteen chapters a week, I'll try to keep it to one to two per day but mistakes can always happen.  Every month starting with July 2018 I'll try to release 120k words.  That means I'll try to release 4k words a day.  If the schedule changes even more I'll once again update this synopsis.

Goal: I plan for this to be a very long story, most likely 2m+ words.  I would also like to write full-time.

I received the book and stood around in a daze, but somehow managed to ask the butler in the end. "When was it that her majesty gave you this book, again?"
"It was 40 years ago when she gave me the first manuscript. And for the next ten years, she consistently gave me more manuscripts. All I did was to bind them into a single book, your highness."
"Have you read its contents?"
"I swear on my life, I've not read a single line, your highness. Let me emphasize it again that I only merely organised them and bound them, sir."
I quickly opened the book and was greeted by the clean, well-organised table of contents.
'…..'

Episode 13. Counterattacking Princes
Episode 14. One Prince and I
Episode 15. Three Methods

…..
I frantically leafed through the pages. Although the collected book itself was rather thick, I didn't have too much trouble reading it, thanks to the special effect of my attribute.
Someone here was still unhappy about my reading speed, however.
"You're reading it way too quickly."
"It's you who's slow, 'older brother'."
"What does it say?"
I didn't reply right away.
As I flipped through the pages, this vague listlessness washed over me. Each page was thick with the fatigue of the passing time and the sense of desperation, an urgency. I couldn't be sure whether that was Han Su-Yeong's intention or not.
But, I was sure that she had foreseen the moment of me reading her book arriving in the future.
I stopped reading the page I was on and went straight to the very last portion of the book. That was where the <Author's Afterwords> were.

⸢Seriously now. There are always those folks who go straight to the author's afterwords when first reading a book.⸥

The words greeted me as if they were waiting for my arrival. Even though I knew that couldn't be the case, I almost broke out into an unconscious chuckle, nonetheless.

⸢By the time you're reading this book, I....⸥

I steeled my heart and read the next line of the text.

⸢...I'd still be living a pretty good life, I guess. Hahah, were you scared?⸥

This idiot...

⸢In any case. If my prediction is correct, then the person reading these words is Kim Dok-Ja. Prince Kim Dok-Ja, no less. What an unfortunate thing that is, not being able to spectate on that sight.⸥

Han Su-Yeong's trademark dry sarcasm could be sensed so vividly among each and every word she wrote.

⸢You wanna know how I can tell? Well…. Actually, even I can't be sure. There's a limit to how much I can guess what would happen, you know. It's just that, I looked at all the potential circumstances on how you might arrive here, as well as countless cliched conditions attached to it, and predicted the one with the highest odds, that's all. Ah, of course, my prediction could be wrong, though.⸥

These words were written in a playful manner. However, the contents being conveyed were definitely not a joke.

⸢In all honesty, I wish I was wrong, though. Me, waiting for someone for decades and decades…. You think such a thing is even possible? You crazy fool.⸥

Han Su-Yeong's <Author's Afterwords> wasn't written in one sitting, it seemed. Most likely, she began collecting records the moment she possessed someone in this world. And then, committed those records to these pages once she was finally able to write them down.
Her records continued on.

⸢I'm sure you have figured it out, but well, I was born into that woman's body. At first, I really thought that I had reincarnated, you know…. I almost went crazy out of boredom and frustration during the first year. If I hadn't activated [Avatar] in my head and organised my memories, then I might have really lost my mind back then. Things got better a little bit when I hit four years old and began writing stuff. What a screwed up thing that is, me being a wordsmith and needing to write things even in moments like this. Maybe I want to be saved by writing.⸥

I didn't know whether to laugh or shed a tear. All I could do right now was to silently turn the page.

⸢At first, I thought you'd show up in three years at the latest. I mean, you did show up three years later before. But then, after three years went by, then four, and five.... (Don't be mistaken that time flew by just because I'm writing like this, okay?) My thoughts changed. And from a certain point on, I accepted it.⸥

It was getting harder and harder to flip the pages.

⸢I see. Kim Dok-Ja isn't going to show up for a while.⸥

Han Su-Yeong's handwriting seemed to be trembling just a little.

⸢That damn asshole told me to wait for him, yet he's still not here.⸥

What could I possibly say to her?

⸢However, I guess this can't be Kim Dok-Ja's fault.⸥

What the hell. It was as if whatever I wanted to say already was conveyed to Han Su-Yeong just as she began writing this.

⸢My bad, I'm sure you don't want to read about something like this, either. But, the thing is, it's not easy to complain in this place, you know?⸥

Her words continued on.

⸢I had no idea when I was still writing novels, but now that I've been living in this place, there's just way too many cumbersome details that I haven't thought of before. Like, the shower facility being really terrible, and there are bugs the size of my fist crawling around in my bedroom, and as for food…. Let's not even mention that, shall we.⸥

On the sixth year….

⸢Did you know that my speech is becoming weird lately? I'm beginning to sound like some kind of a high-class lady from medieval times or something.⸥

And on the seventh year...

⸢Dear Sir Kim Dok-Ja, just when will you come?⸥

Eighth year….

⸢Blergh....⸥

Finally, ninth year.

⸢This is like a bad joke, a person's life fleeting past this quickly.⸥

From here onwards, the records were occasionally cut off. The sequence of time was not consistent, and I discovered parts that seemed to be added in later on every now and then.

⸢God damn it.⸥

⸢Kim Dok-Ja, you son of a bitch.⸥

⸢Just what the hell do you want from me, you stinking Dokkaebi bastards?⸥
…
…...
⸢The years I've been living in this place is now almost the same as what I spent living on Earth.⸥

⸢....So, like, when you see me again next time, you better call me noona, got that?⸥

Han Su-Yeong's handwriting was changing bit by bit, with the distinct feeling of it slowly becoming something no longer hers but someone else's.

⸢Honestly, I'm writing this because I can pretty much guess what will happen to me in the future. And also, in a way, the future of this world view, too.⸥

Decades would prove to be a short length of time for Constellations. However, it'd not be the same for a human being.
Han Su-Yeong had to endure yet another lifetime in this place.

⸢I thought that, this scenario probably isn't in the 'Ways of Survival'. Because, we've changed too much of the original storyline, right?⸥

'We'.
You have experienced that lengthy amount of time all by yourself, yet you can still call me that….

⸢If I take the hands-off approach here, the idiot you and Yu Joong-Hyeok will probably go around doing dumb things and mess up the scenario, instead…. So.⸥

At that moment, it felt as if Han Su-Yeong was standing right in front of me. I mistakenly thought that she was here and speaking to me in her usual confident and shrewd tone of voice.

⸢Oh, my sole reader. This is the tale of a certain woman who managed to survive in the messed-up scenario.⸥

Goosebumps began slowly rising up from the ends of my neck.
This was the recorded history of Han Su-Yeong's life; words containing her rage, her resentment, and her longing.

⸢I don't know whether you're a suitable guy for this 'three methods' or not, but at the least, I'm sure of this one thing.⸥

The following words were eerily similar to a certain body of text that I was familiar with.

⸢The you reading this story will definitely make it out of here alive.⸥

Han Su-Yeong's afterwords came to an end there. For the longest time, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the full-stop at the end of the sentence.
"Ricardo."
I looked to my side to find Yu Joong-Hyeok staring at me.
"Did that woman possess the power to predict the future?"
"....Maybe."
Now originally, the [Predictive Plagiarism] was the 1863rd-turn Han Su-Yeong's power. The Han Su-Yeong of this turn, the one responsible for writing this book, also had acquired that power now.
And the result of that was this very book.
Here was the brand-new signpost for me to follow, me who had read the 'Ways of Survival'.

[The worldview is paying close attention to your conversation.]

[Genre of the applicable scenario has tilted slightly towards 'Fusion Fantasy'.]

I flipped to the first page of the book. Now was the time to study the required information in-depth. For some reason, a line of text that I glossed over earlier caught my eyes.

⸢PS: This novel is an original secondary creation related to 'Ways of Survival', and not created for the purpose of monetary gain.⸥

I ended up smirking just a little then.

⸢Episode 1. Birth of an SSS-rank Reincarnator⸥

I read and re-read the words that Han Su-Yeong had written with so much care.
As if I was drunkard walking straight into another world, I voraciously ate up her words. Because that was the only courtesy I could pay to the author of this story as its reader.
And it was fun, god damn it. In some passages, much more so than the 'Ways of Survival'.
Just how long passed by like that? I finally raised my head.

*

Han Su-Yeong had said this – that there were three ways of clearing this scenario.

⸢The three clearing methods will represent each different genre.⸥

The three would be, Fantasy, Romance, and Fusion Fantasy.

⸢The course of 'dynastic revolution' will fall mainly to the 'Fantasy' genre. If you select this route....⸥

All the available route had pros and cons; if you got something, then, in turn, you'd have to lose something, as well.
However, there were certain things that would be lost regardless of which route was chosen. For instance, the first thing to be lost would be….
"P-please, spare me! Your highness!! Spare me!"
….Yi Hyeon-Seong's human rights.
"Roll to your left."
"Euh-euhk, Keuh-euk!"
"To your right."
"Y-your highness....!"
"I don't remember permitting you to speak."
Like a military drill instructor, Yu Joong-Hyeok was in the middle of 'punishing' Yi Hyeon-Seong. As for me, I was spectating that from the side.
"B-but, why are you making me do this?! Fourth Prince! Your highness! Please, say something to your brother!"
"Can you recall anything now by any chance?"
"Euh, euh-euh... My, my back…. I'm an old soldier, so why...."
In order to tread the route Han Su-Yeong's [Predictive Plagiarism] had foreseen, we need to make Yi Hyeon-Seong regain his memories first. And certain memories were better remembered by one's body, rather than one's brain.

⸢This might be a cruel thing for Yi Hyeon-Seong to go through, but....⸥

Unfortunately, we didn't have any other choice right now.
Even Han Su-Yeong's book failed to record the life of Bilston as lived through Yi Hyeon-Seong's perspective. As we had no idea what kind of a life he lived before he got swallowed up by this world, there was only so many methods we could resort to for waking him up.
And so, how long did it pass by like this?
"Something feels strange."
Yi Hyeon-Seong, his head planted on the floor, suddenly began rambling nonsense.
"I feel more comfortable now."

[Character, 'Bilston', is under tremendous confusion.]

[Ego of the character, 'Yi Hyeon-Seong', is wiggling around.]

Yu Joong-Hyeok and I stared at each other simultaneously.
Now normally, it'd been a tall order to wake Yi Hyeon-Seong's ego with such little stimulation. However, the story was a bit different right now. Because I was here, and so was Yu Joong-Hyeok.

[Beings sharing the same Fable as you are in your near vicinity.]

[The bond between the Fable is strengthening!]

Right now, three members of <Kim Dok-Ja's Company> had gathered here, in this place.
There was a certain old adage regarding this situation – 'Sam-in-seong-ho'(三人成虎).
Which means, when three people gathered, they could create a fake story of a tiger.
We might not be able to create a tall tale of a tiger, but it could be possible to do something else, instead.

[Fables possessed by your Nebula are beginning to resist against the 'worldview'.]

….For instance, summoning back the memories that didn't exist within this worldview.

[Ego of the character, 'Yi Hyeon-Seong', is slowly opening its eyes.]

Faint rays of light were now being emitted from Yi Hyeon-Seong's body.

[Great Fable, 'Kaixenix Archipelago', is glaring at your group!]

Han Su-Yeong said that this scenario played out in a world controlled by that 'Great Fable'. So, if one could escape from the Fable's control, then it'd be possible to regain one's forgotten ego.
"Euh, euh-uh, uh...."
Yi Hyeon-Seong blinked his eyes laboriously, his lips bobbing up and down like a newborn trying to form words.
"....D-Dok-Ja-ssi?"

[Worldview is imposing a penalty on the words not aligned with the Probability!]

Tsu-chuchuchuchut!!
"Uwaaaaahhk?!?!"
Yi Hyeon-Seong writhed painfully as he got electrocuted by the sparks. I shifted my head to the side and saw the battle-ready Yu Joong-Hyeok standing up from his spot.
The important preparations had been completed now.
Yu Joong-Hyeok grasped his [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] and threw me a question.
- Which route are we choosing?
- The one we'd been treading all along.
The author of this scenario was Han Su-Yeong. Regrettably, there was no guarantee of the work ending up as a success even if the author did an excellent job.
- Time to start our attack, Yu Joong-Hyeok.
Because, the ones to complete the story were the 'Characters', not the author, that's why.

[A new 'Great Fable' is beginning to sprout in your Nebula.]


< Episode 72: Three methods (1) > Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Andrea could barely get up from the bed. Her entire body was sore from all the love-making they did last night. She regretted giving the man his fantasy kiss and lick as they ended up having sex three more times in between. 
When she started kissing and licking him from his forehead down to his neck, Lu Fang said he was so turned on that they did it. After this, the man asked her to finish what she started, so she proceeded down to his torso. However, as she nibbled on his nipple, he said he was so turned on again that they did it... again. 
She thought the fantasy task had already ended but with just an hour of resting; the man reminded her of the remaining parts of his body that needed kissing and licking. She knew it would end up being another round, but she did it anyway, amused by her husband's eagerness. Had she known her entire back and thighs would hurt so much, she would have put it off for another day. 
They were supposed to catch up with General Lei and Chunhua for lunch, but she doubted if her body could manage. She was about to send a text message when her phone beeped. She checked her device and saw it was from Lei Dong saying Chunhua was exhausted and that they will meet the next day instead. 
Andrea laughed as she assumed Chunhua could not get up for the same reasons. "I mean, it has got to be it. There should not be any other reason!" She told herself. 
She turned to check on her husband who's back was facing her. She forced herself to sit up and pulled the man closer. She saw his brows knitted together. 
"No, Andy… Please…" He cried in his sleep. 
"Babe? Babe, wake up. You're dreaming!"
Hearing his wife's voice, Lu Fang's eyes opened wide. He gasped for air, relieved it was only a dream. He immediately turned to Andrea and hugged her so tight. 
"Babe, don't ever leave me. I don't know what I would do without you," he said with fear in his eyes. 
Andrea could feel him take deep breaths as he hugged her. He was truly afraid his dream was real. 
"I saw you walking away from me. Like you never knew me at all," said Lu Fang as he buried his face on her shoulders. 
She hugged him back tightly and said, "Babe, it's only a dream. It's not real. I will always be with you and our children. So long as you love me, I will always love you back."
"I love you, Andy."
"I love you too… More than you ever know."
The following night, the couple planned for dinner with Lei Dong and Chunhua. 
The Four Seasons Hotel had one of the best garden restaurants in the city. It was where Lei Dong's wedding was held and Lu Fang made arrangements for dinner in the same place. 
Strangely, they were asked to wait outside the restaurant when they arrived. "Mr. and Mrs. Lu, we are very sorry but we ran into some problems with table allocations. We hope you don't mind waiting for a few minutes."
The man agreed. His actions caught Andrea by surprise. He was normally impatient when it comes to these, having made reservations in advance. She also noticed how quiet the restaurant was and to think they were fully booked. She simply shrugged it off and sat in the waiting area with her husband. 
Andrea also wondered where Lei Dong and Chunhua was but figured they were late for dinner. 
A few minutes passed, the man started to check his watch. The restaurant was surrounded by vegetation so it was difficult for Lu Fang to see what was going on.  He asked Andrea to wait at the reception area while he examined. 
As she waited, she received a call from Yeong. He told her she wanted her to check on Yanmei saying she seemed to be avoiding him recently. "That's absurd, Yeong. Maybe she is just busy."
"Well, just check on her, okay!" Her brother demanded. 
After hanging up the phone, she tried calling Yanmei but her phone was off. She simply sent her text messages and hoped to hear from her soon enough. 
It did not take long for a restaurant attendee to approach Andrea telling her their table was ready and that her husband was waiting for her. 
She frowned at the thought that her man did not come out to get her. She swore he was going to get a beating for it. 
The moment she stepped on the garden walkway, she noticed the lights slowly subdued. 
All of a sudden, she heard music. As she walked, her mouth hung open, realizing this was a surprise prepared by her husband. After several steps, she was led to a secluded yet spacious area of the garden where it was completely dimmed. 
A romantic song by James Arthur's Say You Won't Let Go was playing. In front of Andrea was a big screen projecting pictures of her; those ones that Lu Fang took while she slept and took care of the babies. There were also selfies that the couple took together. 
Andrea's tears were helplessly falling. She never expected such a heartwarming surprise. 
The last few slides were photos of the babies and all four of them; one that they took when the twins were a month old. The last family picture included a message for her saying, "You are the best mommy in the world. Thank you for taking care of us. Will you marry us, mommy?"
The lights were turned on at the end of the song and seeing no one appeared in front; she turned to find her husband holding both Chevre and Brie, kneeling down, holding up her long-promised additional engagement ring. 
At that point, her make-up was completely ruined. She leaned down to kiss Lu Fang and accepted the ring without words. 
"Congratulations!"
"So romantic."
"Finally, you two. Make the wedding happen."
Andrea heard words of praises and clapping from the crowd that slowly appeared. Li Wen and her family were there, Lei Dong and Chunhua, Christina Lu, as well as the babies' nurse and midwife, were also present. 
Seeing Andrea needed some comfort, Christina instructed Karen and Xing Mi to take the twins allowing Lu Fang to hug his wife. 
"Babe, I'm sorry I made you cry."
Soon after, Andrea finally composed herself and looked up to Lu Fang, "Babe, you are the best husband ever. I love you."


[COMPLETED]

"Andy, I love you so much." The man said while taking a breather after a long kiss.

Andrea closed her eyes and held his face giving him small kisses before answering. "I love you too." 

"Babe, I know I said I'd wait till we get married, but… - " 

"Shhh…" She interrupted him and teasingly bit her lip before smiling. She gave him another set of kisses before finally adding, "I never asked you to wait… I want you too…"

 ***

 "Andy, tell me about your family? What have you been up to before we met?" 

Andrea's head was leaning against his torso thinking of what to say to him. She was suddenly silent and began sorting through a pile of secrets in her head, trying to decide where to start. 

She then turned to the side and hugged him tightly. 

"Andy?" 

"Sometimes, I wonder if I am that really important to you."

 ***

BANG! BANG! 

Lu Fang closed his eyes anticipating pain to follow but as he opened his eyelids, he felt nothing.

“Andy! Andy!” 

He screamed at the top of his lungs when he realized it was Andrea and not him who received the bullets and fell off the cliff. 

**** 

Inside a private facility, a woman woke up from a coma and the first thing she did was to call her sister. “I want you to arrange a marriage for me. Marry me off to the CEO of Lu-Wei Enterprises, Lu Fang.”

 **** 

Andrea Li was heartbroken and left her foster family. Since then, she commissioned herself as a bodyguard, hoping to forget her failed relationship while preserving her combative skills. 

By accident, she met Lu Fang, the CEO of Lu-Wei Enterprises, and the same man she was meant to protect. In order to keep him safe, she got caught in a pretended relationship until both their feelings turned real. 

As they got closer to the truth behind his assassination attempts, Lu Fang and his family speculated on Andrea’s identity. 

What secrets does Andrea have? Will Lu Fang Accept her dark past? 

I hope you stay with me on this romantic journey as we unravel the mysteries of Andrea’s life and put Lu Fang’s love to the test. 

*** 

WARNING: This novel contains content of a very adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, you may opt to skip this.

 ***

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Jon's father was not much of a fighter, he was more like a thinker and talker as he was a businessman a CEO in fact, he kept his company hidden from his entire family. No one knew where he worked he kept it a secret from everyone!

"I am going to fucking kill you! You little shit!" Jon's father roars out as he goes to punch Jon.

Jon tilts his head to side and doges his father's fierce punch and does an MMA upper-knee kick! And a Tijastu slide-kick! His Apex Fighter form was way too powerful for his father to go up against! His father was but a mere mortal compared to Jon who had live through hell and that he has a powerful unknown system that he moded up he wouldn't let anyone on his level. Jon's father's body slides back after getting kicked and he coughs out blood.

"No honey! Stop!" Shouts Mira as she covers herself up with a bathrobe. Her lustful body was still glistening even after sweating so much during hot steamy rough sex with her own son! She was smiling just thinking about being loved by her son and how he was the first one to take her virginity! She truly loved her son more than her husband after Jon pleasured the living out of her.

"How dare you betray me! After 10 years of marriage! I loved you! And now you fucked your son! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Jon's father screams out with a redden rageful face.

"I love my son more than you! He treats me right! He treats me more of a woman than you do! He even protects me from you! I can't take your abuse anymore" Mira snaps back as she dearly holds her bosoms. She blushed and thought of the wrongness of having sex with her son, but Jon cared about her more than his father! Jon actually showed more compassion than her husband ever would.

"You bitch!" Jon's father goes to slap Mira. His hatred had exploded and veins pooped out of his forehead from how pissed off he was.

Jon quickly punches his own father right in the face. Blood spurts out of his nose and he stumbled backwards then falls on the floor, Jon had broken his nose!

"I made her feel good while you never could," Jon darkly smirked as he looked down on his father like he was a god. Jon's father was on the floor like a mongrel.

"YOU LITTLE PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!I WILL FUCKING SUE YOU! I WILL GET MY LAWYERS!I WILL END YOUR LIFE!" Jon's father screams out as he goes to punch Jon with a fierce uppercut punch.

"Have mercy on your father!" Shouts Mira. She knew that Jon had a more fit powerful body, she didn't want Jon to kill his father!

"He is not my father! Did you know he was cheating on you this whole time!" Jon yells out as he pulls out his father's phone that he stole and hacked then shows his mother a nude pic of a woman with long raven hair and red eyes, it kind of looked like an older Aneko. Jon had looked at the text and his father planned to have sex with this woman even though she didn't want to have sex with him. Jon's father was bribing her with money and said that he hated his wife and didn't care if cheat on her. The name of the woman Jon's father was talking to was called Kanae and she was his secretary.

[Jon's father phone]

(Kanae) Pink Text Bubble[Are we going to meet or not?]

(Jon's father) Blue Text Bubble [Yes, baby. I hope you wear something sexy tonight]

"Th-that is not true! That is a fake photo! He is lying!" Yells out Jon's father.

Mira reads the whole text and sees the nude photo, "How could you!" Mira screams out as she goes by Jon's side and holds him by the waist. She now didn't trust Jon's father at all.

"You fucking liar! I will kill you!" Jon's father unleashes the power of his system which his body more bulkier and ripped. Every system had a Primal Mode or secondary mode, each was different in its own way.

Jon laughs at his father's new form, he then unleashed the full form of his Apex Fighter form. His fierce golden eyes started to glow and a dark blackish aura swirls around his body, it was like the aura of a demon!

"No one can kill me. I am unstoppable," Jon snarled as his golden eyes started to glow and he angrily clenched his fist, "This is the end of you father,"
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A/N: this chapter needs to be edited. This novel will finish on my pa treon at chapter 150. So 50 chapters this month on my pa treon just $5 to join. 

If you pay more you will get the advanced 
chapters earlier! And even more chapters!

Also my newest novel Primordial Demon King comes out today! I will post the link. It is a fantasy novel.

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[WARNING EXTREME R-18 SEX] 

In a modern world full of powerful beings a System is given to every human when they are born. Each System is different based on the System's special abilities and title. The origin of these Systems is unknown and remains a mystery.

One high school boy named Jon is betrayed by his closest friend and is outcasted from this world. His life soon changes when he gains a new power that takes everything from everyone! He will get his revenge! 

In this world, only the strong stand above in their own hierarchy and corruption. Even mythical and legendary beings exist in this world hidden in secrecy. Jon will conquer every beauty in this world no matter what! 

>[Netori System activated!]<

[Level: 1]

[Points: 0]

[Skills] 

[Missions]

[Netori Shop]

[Harem Members]

"Time to take everything from everyone." 
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>Warning< This story contains every lewd thing possible. It is an unholy story.


[Tags]:
[System] [Sex] [Hentai][Huge Harem] [Anti-Hero] [Smart MC] [Overpowered MC] [Evil MC] [Rise to Power] [Godhood]
 [First-Time Intercourse] [Fellatio] 
[Eye Powers] [Rare Items] [Mind-Control]
[Magical Space] [Magic][Cultivation] [Netori] [Anal] [Rape] [Take all your woman]
[Student-Teacher Relationship] [MILF] 
[Celebrities] [Incest] [Big Tits] [Loli] [Beast Girls][Perfect Genes] 
[Bussiness Tycoon] [Poor to Rich][Mythology]
[Hidden Abilities] [Secret Identity]
[Game Elements] [Apocalypse] 
[Hidden Tags*] 
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Some argue that various works by authors that do not meet the requirement of fine grammar and spelling are rubbish. Here, each person has his own opinion, and let him stick to it and impose his opinion on others as the ultimate truth, it speaks only of ignorance of life. It is diverse.

Is the work of authors with poor grammar garbage? In my opinion, no. Each author tells his story, passed through his worldview, attitude, understanding of life, his experience and thoughts about the world. It's always interesting for me to read this personally.

I'm a bibliophile, I read a lot of classic works of art, Tomass and Gernih Mana, Feuchtwanger, Mark Twain, Stvenson, Romain Roland, Galsworthy, Tolstoy and all his volumes and there are about 19 of them! I didn't read Dostoevsky, I didn't like him. But Azek Azimov, Ursuda Le Guin, Tolkien, Kipling, Conandoyle, Louis Besenar and others I read with pleasure. Li Bo, the poetry is gorgeous. Novels of feudal and late feudal China, Japan, Korea. Novels and novels by Chinese prose writers of the early 20s and 80-90s of the 20th century.

In general, I read about 10,000 books. Fiction, fantasy, poetry, historical novels, ballads, myths and legends.

After that I became interested in reading historical documentaries - about the history of the Silk Road, Archeology, History, Ethnography, Etymology, the Big Game, the story of the confrontation of imperial intelligence in the vast regions of the Silk Road.

I read about 550 books, from the 16th to the beginning of the 21st century.

I have some kind of base for evaluating short stories and novels.

Sometimes works written flawlessly in terms of grammar, alas ... they are completely devoid of meaning, they are not interesting, they do not have fascinating stories, conclusions, experience, thoughts. But work with poor grammar, on the contrary, have unique information. Of course, not all works, but there are some.

Therefore, when assessing the creativity of another person, the author, being so categorical in evaluations, says only that you have a maximalist who still knows life poorly. This is the right of choice, each person, and to impose a choice on another according to my preferences, I consider this not comme il faut. Well, here everyone has a point of view.

In fact, this is an eternal question - what is more important? Beautiful text form or good content? Bestsellers are those works that combine good text and good content.

I am the author myself. But not a professional writer, but a techie. I don't know much about composition, about the intricacies of writing good text. But I have a very interesting content. Is my story garbage? I do not think so? Do I respect the reader? Sure. But writing is better so far I can't. Nevertheless, I have my own circle - readers who are interested in my work. There are not hundreds or thousands of people, but a couple of dozen will be typed.

I write in the genre - a documentary historical fiction, there are many interesting facts about the Silk Road with which I wanted to share. If I were waiting for the moment when I could write well in terms of English grammar ... I would not be able to share it now ... maybe in a couple of years ... and still I would not be able to write like this they write - people from English-speaking countries. This is a favorite topic of native speakers to reproach those who learn this language in their ignorance of the intricacies of the language they learn, grammar and spelling errors ... As we say, the dog barks, the caravan goes on. That happens.

English is the world language of communication. Moreover, for me it is the third language. I speak English well, but my grammar is lame. I admit it. Yes, I need to teach her, but I don't think I can write in perfect English.

The overall result - write as you can, share your thoughts, in the era of information, the content itself is important and not its form. One way or another, it can help others, they can come to a new thought and write a story about your topic that you would like to read yourself!


As they say in the East - do good and throw it into the water, a person will not know, the fish will know!

Peace and prosperity!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jinyan frowned. "Jingyu…" 
"Didn't you say you'll be right there??" 
Shi Jinyan hesitated and glanced at his cell phone. Thinking about what Bai Yue had said, he pressed his lips together, stretched out his hands, and reached for the door handle. "I'll look for you again tomorrow." 
"You don't have to look for me, just signing the agreement will do." 
Shi Jinyan glanced at her as he pressed his lips together. He opened the room door and left without saying a word. 
"Thud."
The room door closed. 
Si Jingyu could only feel her heart trembling along with this sound. 
At this moment, she really wanted to give herself a tight slap to wake herself up from that ridiculous fantasy of hers. 
A moment ago, when he embraced her and said that he didn't want a divorce, she had actually thought that he loved her! 
Even when he picked up the call, quickly changed into his clothes, and walked toward the door, she had wishfully thought of using the divorce matter to threaten him and make him stay. 
Yet, the reality was so absurd. 
Si Jingyu fell onto the bed at once, as if all her strength had been drawn out from her. 
―
The sun was shining brightly the next day. 
Zhuang Nainai slept until she woke up naturally. After washing up, she went downstairs to have her meal. Si Zhengting was waiting for her leisurely while Si Jingyu had allegedly gone to work at 5 am. 
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Nainai was tongue-tied. While having her breakfast, she couldn't help but criticize, "Si Zhengting, you're such a capitalist, you really won't even let your biological older sister off!" 
Si Zhengting coldly cast a glance at her and ignored her. 
While they were having lunch during work, Si Zhengting kept giving Zhuang Nainai an icy side glare. She couldn't swallow her food and felt as if she had somehow offended him. 
She was so frightened that she made her way down right after she was done with her meal. While heading to the 18th floor, she tilted her head and pondered, somehow feeling that she had forgotten something important. 
Time flew by so quickly; it was already afternoon. The design department's mass discussion meeting was scheduled to continue at 2 pm. Yet, at 1:59 pm, Zhuang Nainai's cell phone vibrated. 
She took it out and glanced at it. It was actually a text message from Senior Su Jinhui: "Don't forget about dinner." 
Upon seeing these few words, Zhuang Nainai snapped out of it immediately! 
She tapped her forehead and finally understood why she was somehow feeling as if she had forgotten something. During lunch, didn't she forget to inform Si Zhengting? 
Since she had already promised the other party, she couldn't break the appointment. Zhuang Nainai took out her cell phone in a rush and wanted to give Si Zhengting a call to seek his permission. 
Before she could even dial his number, she then heard Su Mei shouting at the top of her lungs, "Nainai, hurry, we're going to be late!" 
If she was to be late for the meeting, Zhang Chaowen might probably even skin her heart alive! 
As she was pressed for time, Zhuang Nainai could only pick up her cell phone and send Si Zhengting a text message: "Si Zhengting, I have an appointment tonight so I won't be home for dinner. You don't have to wait for me." 
After drafting and sending the text message, she then placed her cell phone in her pocket and walked toward the meeting room. 
As she was the last to enter the meeting room, Zhang Chaowen even gave her a ferocious stare. 
Zhuang Nainai stuck out her tongue surreptitiously and stealthily sat at the very back. When the meeting started and Zhang Chaowen had just begun to speak, a cell phone suddenly rang in the meeting room. 
Everyone followed the ringing sound and looked toward Zhuang Nainai one by one. 
At this moment, Zhuang Nainai felt that Zhang Chaowen's gaze was like an arrow as he looked straight at her. 
She's doomed! 
This ringtone exclusively belonged to Si Zhengting! 
She took out her cell phone in a hurry. While she was deliberating whether she should pick up the call or switch off her cell phone, a hand snatched her cell phone away from the side. In an instant, Zhang Chaowen was already behind her and he said coldly, "I really want to see who this important person is that is always on your mind even when you're in a meeting!" 
As soon as he had finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the cell phone. 


He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 


Mia was calling… 

Kevin wasn't able to react for quite sometime, it was as if he was stunned by the sudden phone call. 

'She really knows when I'm alone' that made a more conviction into Kevin's mind that he needs to be with Mia, that she is the only one who can light up his pretty gloomy world. 

He was about to pick it up when the phone call stopped. Looking at the screen of his phone he was silently wishing that she would call again, but instead of a phone call, a text message was sent instead. 

"Mr. Grant, I am also going with the decision of my group have made earlier today, they have notified me of the situation and this is my decision after hearing what happened earlier today" 

Kevin lost all of his energy and his face became pale. Mia was also abandoning him. 

"I am cutting all of my ties with Viewbay and especially to you Mr. Grant. I hope that we don't have to include the law when it comes to this. My decision is final and I really hope that you will respect our decision to part ways with you" 

He can't believe the word that he was reading. It was as if it was a different person posing as his Mia. 

Kevin decided to dial her number when he received again another message. 

"I don't know what have happened to you, that you decided to betray us. This is not what you have promised us when you approached us 7 years ago. You said that you will help us make our dreams come true together, but instead you took us apart, I don't hate you for doing that to us, but I can say with out most sincerity that I regret the day I met you." 

After reading the last words that Mia sent to him, he can hear something breaking inside of him. 

Since the moment that he have accepted that he is indeed in love with her, he have built a dream, including her to all of his plans, Kevin just can't let this to happen, he started to call Mia, 

The other line just kept on ringing. 

"The subscriber cannot be reached—" 

Then he dialed again 

And again 

Kevin kept on dialing her number until he received a text message from Mia again.

 "We don't have anything to talk about, please stop calling me Mr. Grant" 

"Mr. Grant, Mr. Grant, Mr. Grant, enough with the Mr. Grant!" he then yelled at the screen of his phone. 

He tossed his phone over to the couch and he pulled his hair in frustration. 

"It's Kevin! My name is Kevin not Mr. Grant" he yelled again before picking his phone. 

"Toot toot toot" 

Mia had turn off her phone. Kevin can only sit down on the coach looking defeated. 

It was a clear message that Mia doesn't want to talk to him anymore. He tried to cheer himself up by saying that it will be a temporary thing that things will be back to normal, which Mia will once again look for him. 

All is good until again in his head when Argon entered his home, together with a brown envelope. 

"Kevin" 

He just kept his silence. 

"These are the request for termination of contract" then he handed over the brown envelope "You just need to sign them" 

Kevin looked at his brother's face. 

The disappointment was clear and evident. He also knew that Argon wants to say something but for some reason his holding back. 

"Just tell me what you want to say" thou he said it, he's also nervous about what his younger brother will tell him. 

"You're stupid" then Argon also sat down beside him and sighed, "you lost sight to what's important to you and now you are losing everything" 

'I'm losing everything? No this is just a set back' he wanted to response but he chose to listen to what Argon has to say. 

"You forced someone to love you by pushing everyone that she loves, you mistook her kindness for something else and now you drown yourself in fantasy that she also loves you?" 

"She will choose me," he said with conviction. 

"No she won't, she called me after talking to Ysa about what happened today" she called another person first? 

"What time?" 

"As soon as we left you in Ysa's office" 

That was a strong indication that Mia wasn't calling him to listen to his side but to relay her decision that Kevin defies to believe. 

"Kevin, she doesn't love you, you just drown yourself in the thought that she could love you" 

His resolve was starting to crumble, little by little, the lie that he have told himself is starting to disappear making him realize the things that he was doing all along. 

"You are the very reason why Mia lost her ability to smile, why she have to suffer all this year. You are the first to betray her trust, sold her out. And your reason was keeping her away from Terrence and protecting this company?" Argon is starting to lose his temper, not because of what happened today but he also realized that he should have done this a long time ago. 

"You don't understand" 

"What I don't understand is why do you keep on making yourself believe that what you did is fine and justifiable" 

"I" Kevin can't even finish his sentence for he is also starting to question his decisions. 

"I think it will be better for you to seek out professional help, you can't even make sense of your actions" Argon then pulled out a white envelope from his breast pocket. 

"My resignation" then he handed it over to his brother and look at him with pity, but he have already decided that it's time that he makes a decision that he won't regret. 

"Effective immediately" Argon then stood up and waited for Kevin to response to him but instead he looked at the envelope and opened it, Argon can only look away in frustration. 

Kevin read the names in signatory on the paper. 

Her name was there with a signature. 

"It was prepared by Mia herself. Ysa told me that she have that document years before, but she wanted to give you a chance to change, but sadly you didn't" 

Then another silence envelope the two, it was heavy and sharp. Both of them are having a hard time right now, 

Argon then decided to be steadfast in his decision. 

He might be his own blood but he's done considering his brother, Kevin needs to wake up from his 
fantasy. 

Right then, Argon decided to leave his brother alone, instead of saying goodbye, he just hold his shoulders and left without a single word. 

As soon as the front door closes, Kevin then cried like a little child. 

He now realized what he has done and he is aware that it is too late and that he lost everything important to him. 

Without a choice, he signed the request for contract termination in front of him.

It was all a mistake that caused him to lose the most important person in his life changing everything important to him. 

Can he revert back to what it used to? Can he recover what was lost? 

He's willing to do everything but she just won't

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