200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Graham: What is now your answer to my riddle?
 
"We have a blind man in our clan, and he once told me that although he lost his sight, it increased his other senses."
Graham nodded his head:
"Right, I suspect that it will be the same for you, only that you don't lack your eyesight, but a Ristic"
"But how do you want to test that?"
"We already did that when you dodged the attacks of my homunculi. You dodged all of my homunculi attacks without any experience in evasion or other protective methods. It would take years to avoid so many consecutive attacks without getting hit. ''
Graham was now sending me from one task to the next. And after completing each task, the correctness of his hypothesis was confirmed again and again.
He made me do many tasks and wrote something down each time. For example, once I had to smell scents from as far away as I could, or I had to try to read small letters at a great distance and hear his voice. He tested all of my 5 senses to the extreme.
 
Sometimes he would also give me a simple wooden sword from the wall and let me fight his homunculi in extreme situations, once on a tree trunk at a height of 3 meters or while I was dangling overhead.
 
After 3 hours of training, Graham sent me to him.
 
"Well, I have everything now.
In all 5 senses, you show, as I already thought, astonishing results. These include sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. Because your brain could not rely on its ristic, as with the others, it automatically trained your already existing senses to somehow compensate for this difference. If we now combine this with experience and muscle strength, then you should be able to overcome everything well. The next step is now to make you a suitable weapon.
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Even if you didn't notice it, but here in the underground, it is already night. That means that many are already asleep. So we shouldn't see any more people. The perfect time to get going, ''
 
"Where are we going?"
 
"I'll explain it to you on the way"
 
When we walked through the exit of the training area, it was exactly as Graham told me. The place where music played and people laughed before, is now as good as gone.
It was very quiet, only a few groups of people went through the plaza.
 
"We're going to the forge", Graham told me ,,The blacksmith there has a Type 3 Ristic, very rare and very useful. He has a talent for forging the right weapon for you. You just have to tell them his name and he will surely forge a weapon for you that will fit you like a fist in the eye .....
 
Here we are, '' finished Graham.
In front of us was a wooden house, which was probably the definition of mending. Planks had been nailed across and over to the wall of the house everywhere. The only thing left in the order of its structure was the inactive chimney sticking out of the house.
We went in.
 
There were already 3 people in the forge. First the man who greeted Graham at the entrance this afternoon. The older and the shorter man, probably because of the soot on his face, the blacksmith and ... and .....
 
 
 
A little girl about my age. But this girl was on all fours. Where her hands should be where the paws of a dog, or rather a wolf.
 
"Oh, you must be wondering about the girl'' said the man to us ,,This is Amy, my student. I found her in the woods here, about a week ago. It seemed like she had been cast out by her clan. She cannot speak and mostly still behaves like a lone wolf. But her Ristic is something very special. I don't want to anticipate anything just yet, but she has an abnormal Ristic a type 4 ''
The blacksmith interrupted this conversation:
"There are too many people here for me, David, you have already ordered, your order will be ready to be picked up tomorrow. So you can go already ''
The man named David went out of the forge with Amy.
"See you at the recruitment, my big Graham!" Said David to Graham.
 
 
Graham ignored him and immediately started his assignment.
"We need a weapon for this boy"
 
The blacksmith looked at me and asked:
"What's your name Recruit?"
 
"Paul, Paul Hatcher"
The old man looked astonished:
"Uhhh you have a last name, very few people here have a last name. That is something special ''
The smith got up and looked me over from all sides. He measured my arm length, height, Face, skin, and hands.
"Okay, I now know what I have to forge for you. The order will be ready tomorrow. Good night''
Graham then sent me to the recruiting room, so that I could go to sleep.

Paul lives in a World full of People with Special Powers. He and his Clan don't have these kinds of Powers granted by the Gods. The  consequences are, that his Clan has to suffer under the oppression of the other. But someday Paul decided to break free. To break free of the rules and oppression this world forced unto him! Will he be able to prove himself?


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'Now that I think about it, I never used the skill in this state' Ed murmured curiously in his thoughts.
He was currently inside of a large room in the dungeon. He had 80 or so skeletons each with their own weapons or level of intelligence. He had assessed any that he felt were slightly worth nurturing and sent them to the front.
'Can't let y'all escape' Ed thought as he manipulated the ground to seal all entrances and exits. The mana consumption was quite a bit considering the size of the room but he honestly couldn't care about that at the moment.
Ed then walked briskly towards a nearby wall and slumped against it. He activated the skill and his vision lost focus. His thoughts grew drowsy and in just another second...
[System link activated, connecting to host user]
He was inside of the white boundless plain. The atmosphere was just as boring and blinding as last time. Time to get down to business.
But before Ed had the opportunity to summon the monumental white temple, a glowing message appeared.
[<Sub Skill: Spirit Insertion> Unlocked]
[Spirit Room Unlocked]
'Spirit Insertion?' Wasn't that precisely what he required? Thinking so, Ed brought out the skill definition with the help of the system,
[System link lvl. 2] 
Spirit Insertion ~ Upgrades the system's ability to manage life. Create or rekindle life by inserting life into capable hosts.
Basically put, the system would help him place consciousnesses into beings that could hold life.
'I think the skeleton's will qualify but I can't help but wonder if you can create golems through this method' Ed said to himself pensively.
He then shifted his attention back towards the definition. He needed to decipher its intricacies.
'To upgrade the system's ability… I suppose that means it was previously capable of this?' Ed speculated somewhat doubtfully. 
Upgrading didn't necessarily mean this. Although the fact that it could be upgraded did quite literally mean it was capable of this, what mattered was if the system used to originally.
Ed put the conspiracies aside as he might not have so much time to loiter around in the system space. He might end up being expelled suddenly if the dungeon deemed it a good idea.
'The next part that really mattered was creating or rekindling life.' So he moved on to the next sentence.
As he had previously mentioned. This was exactly what he had been looking for. Rekindling life meant to reuse the consciousness he had collected. To create… He didn't know precisely what it meant.
'Does it have to do with the forge?' If Ed mixed and mashed multiple consciousnesses then one might be able to call it a new life right?
'If I put it that way then there are two ways to improve the skeleton's intelligence' One was to simply insert some of the lives lost in battle into them and the second was to modify them to create a new being.
'What I want is intelligent life so I might need to forge multiple of them together' Ed didn't know what the threshold for intelligence was, but given that skeleton's were mere wisps or remnants and were small in size, it could be inferred that larger size meant a higher intellect.
'Or at least a higher capability to hold and retain knowledge' Ed reasoned while thinking about his lost memories. 
He had noticed that his body of light became bigger with each level up his consciousness went through. Coincidentally, whenever this happened he would be able to remember more things.
Ed felt as though he could finally understand things a bit better. And he would definitely put this knowledge to good use.
'Can I make an immortal army with this?' It would be a shame if the skeleton's he trained were to lose all their knowledge upon death. That meant he would need to invest some time into a skeleton school for which the notion alone was ridiculous.
[Death results in fragmented memories]
The system kindly informed him. Likely a result of being in its direct space.
'That's too bad' Ed thought lamentably. It meant that his immortal army would simply be reduced to idiots over time.
'I wonder how that applies to me though' The fact that his memories didn't fragment with each death couldn't be simply attributed to being from another world right? Maybe it was because he was an actual consciousness being…?
Ed sighed lamentably once more before summoning the white temple. The ground shook and the temple-like palace rose once more. It's magnificence was just as grand as last time.
Having learned from his last visit, Ed turned human and climbed up the steps with the help of his thoughts. It was like jumping around in an area with low gravity. The speed was better than his slow floating.
'I should check out the spirit room first then' He had an inkling that it was directly correlated to the sub-skill so it was a good idea to check it.
Ed walked swiftly as the large hall didn't have much to offer. Soon, he saw 3 open doors. One led to the forge, another to the storeroom, and the last was naturally the spirit room.
Ed glanced at the storeroom before making his way into the new room. He was simply wondering if Vorgarag's soul might be stored there. Truthly, he had no idea where the souls taken by the soul calling sub-skill were brought.
Ed entered the room and wow…
It was empty! The only mesmerizing thing was the ceiling or rather the lack thereof. In its stead stood swirling white clouds. Ed could feel a slight suction force from it. It wasn't enough to do anything though.
'There really is nothing here' The room was white just like everywhere else. It reminded him of the storage room.
'In that case this must be a simple storage room but for spirits.' Ed felt that this was the right answer. And the ceiling was probably where the spirits were summoned through for insertion.
'Then I need to find the stored consciousnesses first' Ed thought as he backed out of the empty room. He went across the hallway and entered the storage room. Well he tried... 
'That's a lesson learned…' Do not fill your room like storage space to the brim!
All sorts of items ranging from crystals to sets of armors were lying on the floor covering up the grand majority of the floor and blocking a good part of the entrance. Apart from that there were many consciousness floating in the upper area squished together without escape.
The way they squirmed hoping to set themselves free made Ed feel quite guilty at the moment.
'They should have plenty of space in the spirit room, how should I get them out?' Ed backed away a bit and pondered. He then decided to simply try to move them out by thinking so. If he couldn't, then the system might help him.
He breathed out mentally and focused. He thought about either letting the consciousnesses out into the hallway or directly transferring them out. Not too long after, something happened.
Like floodgates, the consciousnesses near the door, bursted out and pushed back the nearby Ed who fell in return.
The lively wisps started to dart about, well lively yet slowly float, cherishing their regained freedom. Ed who had fallen simply watched from the ground for a bit while assessing them.
[Wisp of consciousness]
The fusion of a being's thoughts.
Coincidentally, he found the two wisps he had fused into one. The other consciousnesses read simply as X's wisp of consciousness. He didn't see Vorgarag's but the reason was simple.
[Detected 124 new consciousnesses... Do you want to offer them? Y/N]
There was quite a large number of wisps in the hallway. It would be quite hard to locate him under such circumstances if he was indeed there.
'No' Ed shot down the system. He might do so later but for the moment, he needed these for his experiments.
'I'll start gathering them into the spirit room then' Ed started to assess all of the wisps before bringing them into the spirit room via his mind. 
[Assessment has leveled up]
The process became increasingly smooth as time passed but it seemed he wasn't fast enough though. Before he could finish admitting the fiftieth wisp...
[Expelling User]
Ed was forcefully removed from his own mind. He woke up swiftly without any trace of drowsiness or stiffness as he was just a walking pile of bones. He didn't bother checking himself and swept his gaze past the small army of skeletons.
The small army of skeletons was still in the room. They were doing their job by wandering around the fairly large room. If he hadn't sealed the exits it was quite possible that they would disperse.
There seemed to be some sort of weird psychological issue that made them only wander the dungeon in small groups of six or seven.
Ed proceeded to transmit his thoughts to them and they gathered orderly before him just as when he had left them.
'I should start then' Ed was a bit disappointed that he didn't get to experiment with the forge first but inserting a regular orc consciousness wouldn't be detrimental to his goal.


Edward, an 18-year-old college student, found himself stuck inside of a dark abyss.
"Where am I?"
[Spawning Dungeon Champion]
"Huh?"
Without a word of warning, He found himself in an unfamiliar body being forced to attack trespassers. Will he ever find a way out? Or will he be a tool for endless slaughter?

Warning: Due to the nature of the novel the MC will be switching between bodies. That's why the status window was made the way it was. If that's not your thing you might want to skip this one. The progress is not reset though.

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Ding— Dang— Ding—
Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of metal striking something.
At the end of the path was a half-open door. A red light seemed to be coming from the room.
Chen Zhao and Charlotte exchanged looks. They walked to the other end and carefully pushed the door open.
Peeking inside, the room looked like a forge filled with firelight.
Scorching molten iron was flowing below the holed iron covers on the floor.
Many underlings were forging in the furnace.
"What's inside?" Haus Mann opened the door.
Chen Zhao and Charlotte could not even stop him in time. Everyone, both inside and outside the room, froze.
"What the f**k are those?" Haus Mann asked, stunned.
All the underlings looked at Haus Mann. Then, they let out a series of strange screams, raising their hammers or red-hot cutters.
Chen Zhao pulled Haus back at once, while Charlotte hit her magic wand hard in the air.
Bubble—
The wand created a few ripples in the air that spread out like water waves.
The surrounding underlings were blasted away immediately. Chen Zhao was rather surprised.
Charlotte was more powerful than he had thought.
"Who are you? What are those things?" Haus asked, astonished.
"Witch Society, witch," Charlotte said lightly.
Haus looked at Chen Zhao. "The Supernatural Organization? It's real?"
Chen Zhao did not bother to reply to Haus and instead said to Charlotte, "They're called underlings. They're extremely weak."
"Underlings? Why have I never heard of them before?" Charlotte looked at Chen Zhao, surprised. "Are they magic creatures?"
"Kind of. Only a very small proportion of them possess magical power, but even if they do, they're still weak and harmless. It's a good opportunity for Cindy and Alyss to train."
"Can they even beat them?" Charlotte asked, worried.
She was unsure how strong these underlings were.
Although Chen Zhao had assured her that they were weak, his definition of "weak" could be very different from theirs.
"They're about as strong as seven or eight-year-old kids. They're not combat creatures," Chen Zhao said.
"That weak?"
"Exactly."
Chen Zhao opened the door again. He lifted his leg and an underling was kicked away directly.
The other underlings rushed forward right away. They were not scared of death.
Just like a bee colony, they would sacrifice anything just to cause a bit of damage to their enemy.
Haus, Kasili, and Hannah were filled with horror.
Nevertheless, like what Chen Zhao had said, the underlings could not be weaker.
Cindy and Alyss cast spells continuously, killing or injuring any underlings hit.
Actually, even Haus, Kasili, and Hannah could kick the underlings to the floor easily.
Nonetheless, there were too many of them. Even though the party had killed or wounded dozens, there was still a green mass behind them.
Chen Zhao grabbed a huge red-hot sword from the side.
Waving the sword, he charged forward and sliced anything in sight.
Immediately, the underlings suffered a great loss.
"Move forward. Don't stay behind!" Chen Zhao shouted.
Chen Zhao opened a path in the underlings, and the party quickly followed him.
They slashed their way from the start to the end of the forge. Haus and his teammates were utterly terrified.
Finally, they reached the other side. Haus pulled the door and escaped from the forge instantly.
The others followed and studied the new room before them.
Chen Zhao looked at the place. It had probably been a theater in the past.
But now, it had turned into a morgue. Corpses were piled on the floor into a small hill.
Moreover, their clothes were already tattered. No matter how glamorous they had been, all that was left was dilapidation and disorder.
"They are...?"
"The passengers of the cruise?"
"But look at the corpses. They look like they've just been dead for a day or two."
Suddenly, a corpse rolled down from the pile.
"He's moving. He's alive!" Haus screamed. Kasili and Hannah were about to help the person up.
"Stop!" Chen Zhao quickly shouted.
Suddenly, the corpse stood up without warning.
It had a pale face, sunken eye sockets, dry skin, and white eyeballs.
Then, the corpse tore its shirt. Everyone saw a bloody cavity in its belly. Something was wriggling inside as if it was infested.
Vomit…
Haus was the first person to throw up.
Kasili and Hannah were in a similar state. They covered their mouths, about to vomit.
Just then, corpses began to roll down the pile one after another, after which they stood up.
All the corpses stood up, revealing the thing that had originally been covered by them. It was a mound resembling the top of an ant nest.
Suddenly, an infested corpse threw up a mouthful of green liquid.
"Ah!!!" Kasili was hit at once. Screaming, her body began to dissolve.
Chen Zhao had a bad headache as he complained, "Isn't it a ghost ship? What are these?"
It was totally different from his plan. If it was just a ghost ship, Blackie could easily eliminate it.
Had he known earlier that this would happen, he would not have come.
$200,000 was not enough for him to take such a risk.
"Chen, what do we do? There's too many of them."
"Forget it. Leave them to me." Chen Zhao took out the bronze sword.
Charlotte was somewhat surprised. She had no idea where Chen Zhao had hidden the sword or how he had taken it out.
An infested corpse shot some green liquid at Chen Zhao, but his body was covered in Qingyi Armor.
The green liquid could not reach him at all. Chen Zhao severed the corpse's head in one strike.
But the corpse still stood there, staggering its way toward Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao frowned. Cutting the head was useless?
Chen Zhao changed the angle and stabbed the cavity in the corpse's belly.
Indeed, the infested corpse collapsed on the floor and stopped moving.
Realizing their weakness, Chen Zhao cleared the corpses at a much faster pace.
Suddenly, the insect nest burst open. A massive black worm crawled out and attempted to bite Chen Zhao.
"Chen, careful!"
Unable to react in time, Chen Zhao was gripped by the black worm immediately.
"F**k…"
Then, the worm sucked Chen Zhao into its mouth with much force.
Charlotte paled. Chen Zhao was the strongest, but the first to die. She did not expect this at all.


Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


While the kingdom of Arpshire was seemingly at peace, a nearby kingdom was under assault due to their location. They were located next to an iron mine that the kingdom of Arpshire needed to forge weaponry and Armour for their military. The nearby kingdom in question was a kingdom founded about 142 years after Arpshire was created, Inglewood. Inglewood was unparalleled in trading and production, while Arpshire was unparalleled in military strength and forging ability.
The king of Arpshire himself was participating in the battle. The king was a promoted general of the military, who had a skill with blunt weapons that couldn't be seen anywhere else. The king of Inglewood was also participating in an attempt to put up a fight before their walls go down. The king of Inglewood had amazing skills with daggers and bows, the very definition of a hunter. Its a fight to be recorded in history, a rare fight between kings. After exchanging blows for over 10 minutes they were both breathing heavily, the land behind them was littered in blood and dead bodies. The majority of the bodies belonged to Inglewood. The king of Arpshire had bruises from the handle of the daggers, and had multiple cut wounds on his body. The king of Inglewood was covered in bruises from the heavy hits from the hammer, and had multiple fractured and broken bones. He was barely able to walk, let alone fight anymore. The king of Inglewood helplessly fell onto the ground. A moment later, the king of Arpshire followed him down. He was losing a lot of blood, they simply looked at each other, recognizing each other's strength forever, even after death. The 2 king's had both died that day. The king of Arpshire, known as the "King Of Warfare" after the legendary fight had taken place, had his body carried back by the soldiers that were taking part in the battle. Many lives were lost that day, including the lives of kings. The King Of Warfare left behind a note in case of his death during a battle. Written just in time, alas, it was unfinished, and only had a will, and a note with it.


"Son, if you are reading this, It means that I am dead. I'm sorry to have to leave you behind, and leave this mes of a war-crazed kingdom in your care. I have appointed a temporary king to take over my position until you grow to age. I leave the kingdom in your name, Goodbye.
-Love, Timothy Argyle Axeford-"
The note, was a goodbye to his still unborn son, that would never get the chance to see his face...

eh, I got nothing yet. Thought of this while I was bored in my math class. probably the only story where there's a bad ending if a price doesn't marry a princess or something

A/N: Hey guys! I have been on a bit of a roll with writing these last few days and I promised if I wrote more than 4 chapters in a week I would post more, so here is the next chapter a day early.

The next chapter will be tomorrow and the bonus one will be the day after that. You get me?

To anyone concerned about the slow pace of the story... It is a slow story yah. I mean we are 30 chapters in and you only realised now?

To anyone concerned about the romance with Qingyue. Fuck you, she deserves every single letter of fluff I type for her!

In regards to the story pacing, The stuff that is going on at the minute and the skills that he is developing will set up things for the rest of the novel. Meaning that I won't have to pause in the middle of smashing apart canon to explain how the forge works or why the maid is so loyal to them or when Coral became a big bird etc.

I am trying my best for it not to be boring but if it does get that way, constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Anyways, I am a bit of a science guy myself, hence Shane's University background, so I am trying to go with a scientific... ish approach to the elemental laws in this fic. More will come to light on that later, however.

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After taking much longer in the shower than anticipated, obviously thanks to Qingyue's early morning energy, they ate a hearty breakfast and Shane was finally ready to forge some weapons.

He and Qingyue collected the two little chibi beasts in their arms and left the courtyard, heading towards the back mountain where the forge had been set up. 

'Xiao Clan really is too kind to provide me with all this space and resources hehe.' Shane thought to himself when they arrived at the hidden clearing

The kids had done a good job making it to his specifications and what stood there was a simple, cylindrical forge with a small chimney, made of stone bricks, and coated in clay. There was also an intake pipe fixed to the side so that he and Dusty could push wind energy through it to increase the temperature.

Shane had given Xiao Che and Lingxi the day off from training, and so they were technically alone but that wasn't good enough for him. He didn't want to take the chance of somebody witnessing what was going to happen here.

He decided to set up the first of the preventative measures and walked in a large circle around the forge, leaving a few meters gap, pouring his energy into the ground and syncing with the earth element in the soil.

After completing a lap, Shane returned to the forge and closed his eyes. Feeling his connection to the Earth below he held out a hand, and slowly lifted it as he called. "Rise!". *Rumble* All around the forge, 3m tall and half a meter thick Earth walls rose up and completely concealed them from view.

The walls themselves were created with his profound energy so, in theory, they would block the profound senses of anyone weaker than him. The forge was deep in the back mountains and Xiao Lie was also keeping a lookout for them, so anyone with a higher cultivation realm was unlikely to pass by.

Even though everything in this world had profound before it, Shane had started to shorten the perfect mixing of his profound energy and an element as just Wind Energy etc. Instead of saying Wind Elemental Profound Energy to himself which was extremely long and annoying to say every time.

Just like before when he mixed his Profound Energy into the ground to take control over the earth element, he would refer to the finished product that allowed him to manipulate the ground as Earth Energy.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for there to be Qi in this universe instead...

Turning back to his wife who had a rather curious look on her peerless face, Shane took a chair and a small table from his storage for her to sit down on. He placed them against the wall facing the forge and warned. "It's going to get very hot in here soon my dear. Are you sure you want to stay inside?"

Qingyue smiled brightly at his concern and tiptoed to kiss him on the nose. "Naturally as your wife Qingyue will stay and keep you company."

"Where do you think you're going? Hmm," He said as she turned around, reaching out and pulling her back into his embrace before pinching her chin and kissing her deeply. Her arms naturally looped around his neck and his hand slid down her back and onto her delicious buttocks giving it a firm squeeze.

Shane broke the kiss after a few seconds and Qingyue, not realising, continued to chase his lips with a flushed face and hazy eyes. He backed up a little further and pecked her forehead causing her to open her eyes properly, only to see her husband's teasing grin.

Deciding to get in a little payback of her own, she let her arms drop and squeezed her chest against him until those fleshy globes were deforming against his sturdy frame and the little cherries were poking against his skin.

Shane swallowed a mouthful of saliva and his throat went dry, he barely even noticed what Qingyue was doing until she reached around and squeezed his own buttocks. She licked her lips, turned around and slowly sashayed back towards her chair with a slight sway of her hips.

When Qingyue finally sat down, she feigned a stretch in the chair, arching her back and pushing her towering breasts forward while facing him, the whole time her face was sporting a smirk of her own.

Each one of her movements were alluring to the extreme and Shane's eyes shamelessly followed her the entire way. Although she was wearing just a simple blue robe, it didn't detract from her beauty or curves in the least.

She was so captivating, that even after fighting a pair of rounds in the bathroom, he still had to stop himself from taking her right here, right now and the little vixen knew it.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he filled the forge with 'Profound Coal'. Yep, it turns out that if you saturate something with your profound energy, every day for nearly a week, even things as mundane as coal will be classified by the system as 'profound'.

Taking out the skin and fur he removed from the Spirit Profound Panther all those weeks ago, he absorbed half of it into Organic Constructs and used it to form a new pair of shorts, ones that should keep his 'not so little anymore' friend safe from the heat.

*Gulp* As he Stored away all his clothes except for the shorts, exposing his rugged body with its perfect musculature, he heard a loud swallowing sound from behind. Looking down at himself, he nodded and flexed in a way that would perfectly outline the definition of his back muscles against his olive coloured skin.

A sharp intake of breath this time was all he needed to know. 'Heh, who said women are the only ones who can seduce with their bodies!'

Deciding it was time to stop messing around before things got out of hand, Shane called out for his partners. Dusty turned full size, her body and tail taking up most of the space between the back of the forge and the Earth wall, while her head was hovering near the intake pipe.

Coral did the opposite and shrunk down into the size of a little chick. She looked quite proud of herself but Shane didn't care and picked her up into his chest giving her a hundred little kisses. She was just too cute!

Of course, Coral didn't mind the attention and just nuzzled his face while purring contentedly. *Ahem!* His body stiffened as his wife loudly cleared her throat and a few little ice chips bounced off his shoulders.

Coral quickly jumped out of his arms and disappeared inside the forge.

Shane tried really hard to carry on as if nothing had happened, but there was absolutely no way he could unhear Qingyue's jealous mumblings. "I won't let a stupid chicken get ahead of me!"

In the background, Dusty who also heard everything just started her little *hihihihi* sounds of amusement.

Shane facepalmed. 'My life has become a circus.' *Sigh* "Ready girls? Dusty, remember to only manipulate the wind without too much profound energy. We don't want to hurt the little chick now do we." *Phi Phi*

Without warning, an orange glow started spreading outwards from the inside of the forge as it began to ignite. After a few seconds, bright crimson flames took over from the orange and erupted out from within.

Dusty took this as her cue and breathed a huge gust of wind energy into the intake pipe. The temperature increased instantly and Shane, being right in front of the forge, felt it the most.

It couldn't really hurt him but it was still relatively uncomfortable.

A huge chunk of carved and hardened silvery and metallic-looking wood appeared in his hand and Shane unhesitantly began to channel profound energy into his new forging technique.

Gripping the head of his old Warhammer and feeding it into the forge handle first, he was able to melt most of the six-foot shaft within the first 15 minutes. The head of the Hammer itself, took him almost an hour to melt down but by the end of it, he had a large ball of molten silver essence.

Pulling out the Spirit Profound Spear, he pushed it into the forge while motioning for Dusty to increase her wind output. Within minutes, The spear had melted enough for Shane to remove its core and he stored it away.

Now was when the real deviation from the standard forging methods began...

Taking a deep breath and channelling his new technique to the fullest, Shane took control of the raging inferno within the forge and using his Will, he pulled it towards the ball of essence hovering between his hands.

The fire, now infused with a large amount of his Profound Energy, acted as if alive. It wrapped around the molten sphere like a miniature sun

The wind followed shortly after forming a small cyclone around the sphere of fire. A thin stream of Earth Energy rose up from the ground and created a snug barrier around the swirling mass of green energy, containing the heat and projecting Shane's profound pressure inwards.

Lastly, Ice Energy coated Shane's hands as he gently pressed them against the solid outside of the Earth Energy barrier.

This was it, his masterpiece! The only technique or skill he could truly say existed due to his own personal hard work and virtue. This was his greatest achievement since coming to this world, bar Qingyue, a self-sustaining forge made from only the elements and held together by his Will!

The only thing it required past the initial expenditure, was a small amount of Profound energy to keep it running, extreme control and a tremendous force of Will.

He called it ...Elemental Forge!

As the cyclone of Wind spun not only did it carry the heat of the flames, evaporating the ice that formed on the inside of the Earth Energy Barrier but also built up static charge due to the friction between the specks of dust carried by itself and the barrier.

This static charge built frighteningly fast and acted as a form of electrolysis to separate the hydrogen and oxygen atoms from the water vapour evaporated by the ice.

As a matter of fact, ever since he had first gained the ability to manipulate Wind Energy and felt the flows in the air, Shane had theorised that similar elements existed here as on his earth.

This belief had only strengthened as his Profound strength and connection to the Wind had increased. He could now even slightly feel the weights of different atoms and molecules in the air, allowing him to be sure that the elements were at least similar, meaning Water was still made of Hydrogen and Oxygen.

These two elements, separated from each other out of the water vapour, were then drawn inward, fuelling the central inferno while the cyclone itself stabilised the shape and the Earth Energy held it all in place.

It did look incredibly impressive and remarkably similar to a miniature sun, and with all of the refining he had done over this technique, it was actually extremely stable with little to no outside fluctuations of heat or energy.

For the moment, it was just incredibly hot and only looked the part but perhaps in the future, he would even be able to perfect it to the extent of creating a portable hydrogen fusion reactor as a forge core.

It was a nice dream but one for later, however, as he would at least need to be a high-level Divine Realm practitioner to have the cultivation pressure rivalling the core of a star.

"Amazing…" Well, at least Qingyue was impressed. Getting her interested in anything that wasn't cultivation, training… or him, was an achievement in itself.

With the Elemental forge stabilised and feeling ready to proceed with the next step, Shane used his profound energy to draw some letters in the air.

A much larger and more unstable version of the Profound Gathering formation used in the bracelet took shape in the air and then attacked itself onto the floor below him. It wouldn't last for long but it was enough to prevent anything from escaping.

The remains of the spear along with the Spirit Profound core from the Panther momentarily appeared above the Elemental Forge before being sucked into the centre. He could feel the spear melt first and join the essence while the core was gradually being purified.

What followed it was a veritable mountain of steel weapons from the bandits and mineral ores that he dug up in the mountains. They were all refined into essence form and compressed into the molten centre while their impurities burned away to nothing.

As they all melted together, surrounding the purified beast core, the mental pressure increased and sweat started to drip from his body in waves. Suddenly, Shane's eyes snapped open. "It's time!"

Using a single hand, a pulse of profound energy was sent into the formation below and 5kg of Purple veined Divine Crystals appeared on top of it.

That too was sucked into the Elemental Forge, melting almost instantly and turning into a veritable tsunami of Profound Energy that rapidly infused itself into the molten core.

Although lasting just a few seconds, controlling this huge spike in energy drained Shane's mental strength at an extremely frightening pace and his complexion turned a little pale.

After the crystal had been absorbed, the Profound Gathering Formation overloaded almost instantly, shining brightly before bursting into a million motes of light that were also not spared.

Shane let out a breath of relief, in the end, he had still managed to prevent any leakage of aura to the surroundings.

Feeling as if he could lose control of the Elemental Forge at any moment, he cleared his thoughts, took a few deep breaths and gathered his Will.

In his mind, he began to form a clear image and a single concept. 'Growth'.

Feeling the image firmly, Shane used his full strength to enforce it upon the forge and surprisingly felt it easily take hold, enthusiastically responding to him as if he were a long lost friend.

Excitement bubbled up from within as the connection between himself and what was once a part of him, began to once again grow stronger with each passing second.

Shane stopped supplying Ice Energy to the forge and the fires died down. The cyclone stopped spinning and the Earth barrier crumbled away, leaving a huge chunk of glowing liquid with a black and grey metallic lustre, floating in the air.

Image still clear in his mind, he began shaping the molten substance to his whims. Feeling a lot of his mental strength returned with the demise of the forge, Shane pressed his Will upon the still forming weapon and imbued it with another, lesser, concept. 'Expansion'.

The newly birthed weapon, as if knowing Shane had done all he was capable of, eagerly responded and the forming process sped up. It wasn't long before a huge hunk of brackish looking metal attached to a 2m long Handle had taken shape in the air before him.

It had a large rectangular-shaped head, with two, flat, protruding sides joined to a thick shaft covered in a scaled pattern. The flat sides of the hammer were adorned with an intricate panther head motif that held an obsidian black coloured core in its mouth.

It was a Goddess damned majestic monster of a Warhammer!

After suffering a life full of illness and strange dreams of a girl in a mystical garden, our MC Shane passes away, only to find himself given another chance in the world of ATG. Suddenly, the dreams are real and so is the girl... Armed with modern scientific knowledge, a quick mind, and some OP abilities, watch how Shane shamelessly forges his own path to the top in this unforgiving world.

Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at a fic, and I decided to go with the ATG world with just a few small AU changes. We have an OC MC with knowledge of the timeline and most of the original characters (except for Scum Che) will show up at some point. This story also focuses quite a lot on building bonds between the MC and the FMLs and may seem a little slow-paced at times.

What if a bored guy who loves trolling people became one of the most op existences in the universe in his next reincarnation and got his old memories well that for u to find out in this fan fic of mine.

Hera took a peek at the restaurant near the headquarters. Just like Silah said, the place was very loud and full of people. The moment someone noticed her, everyone stopped to stare at the human. That made Hera almost run away.
"I guess I'm still news for everyone here. Maybe I should just go home," Hera mumbled.
She walked through the street, heading back to her place, but a loud clanging noise distracted her. Looking to the side, she noticed the forge with a dozen boxes all spread around the building. The sound came from inside where Silah was working. It felt weird to leave her training partner alone while she had so much to do. Even if Hera wasn't a crafter like her, maybe she could help. Silah would always forget to drink water or go to the bathroom, only going when Hera said she needed a break. Grabbing some food was the best option right now.
"Do they have takeout here?" she asked herself before going to the restaurant that Silah talked about. Unfortunately, that particular restaurant didn't have any food to go. There were only a handful of places that prepared food for people who wanted to eat someplace else. One of the bistros was on the other side of the town, but one close could make various types of sandwiches. Some could even be grilled. This was mainly for people who wanted to stay by the lake during the day, but Hera considered it an excellent food for someone working. Helena used to love getting those types of things as a meal. It allowed her to have small breaks while doing her research without having to worry about starving.
Hera headed there, and after around 20 minutes of hearing the owner talk about all the different variations of sandwiches he had, she managed to order. The odd thing was that she didn't have to pay anything. All she did was ask about the flavors, and the shop owner got them ready for her. She tried to ask about how did that worked. Using something without using money was very odd. Unfortunately, he wasn't very helpful in that regard. All Hera found out was that he would grab some food early morning and give any leftovers back in the evening.
With a stone basket covered with some cloth in hand and a jug of juice, Hera went back towards the forge. The shop owner didn't sell any drinks, but after Hera asked, he offered his personal ceramic jar and didn't take no for an answer. Going back to the forge, she saw Silah outside, carrying one of the large boxes filled with equipment to the headquarters. Hera arrived just as the box hit the ground.
"I have to say, you don't seem that strong when we are fighting. Are you holding back on me?"
"What? Oh, hi! Erm... Hello," Silah looked at the box, "A little bit, but it was the captain's orders. She said that if I used all my strength, I could hurt you because of the level difference. It's not that I wasn't taking anything seriously, I promise, and I'm really, really sorry!"
Silah spoke so quickly that it was even hard for Hera to follow, "Hey, hey. It's ok. I get why you held back. I already get enough bruises during our training. If you went all out, I would probably have broken a few things."
"I would never do that! No, I can never hurt you like that, and you are amazing, you know. I'm not sure anyone ever got the Subtle Strike skill so fast."
"C'mon, I'm sure someone else got it. If not, it's probably because I'm used to fighting. I'm nowhere near that impressive. Blue got her skill in what, two days?"
"You can't compare yourself with other people. Take some credit for what you do."
Hera tilted her head, "Weren't you the one comparing me?"
Silah opened her mouth, then looked towards the box, "Anyway. What brings you back here?"
"I had a feeling you were the type to forget about lunch. So I got us some sandwiches," Hera showed the basket.
"Oh, you didn't have to. I was going to eat later."
"Later when?"
"… at dinner."
"Yeah, no. Let's eat something now. Is there a good place around here?"
"We can sit by the forge wall.There is a nice view of the lake and the headquarters here," Silah pointed to a place.
They walked over and started eating. Hera had no idea what Silah liked to eat, so she got a nice spread of sandwiches. Silah picked one with lettuce and carrots while Hera took a BLT. As they ate, Silah asked various questions about life outside the city. How the cities were, the things that Hera had seen, and the places she'd been. Hera did her best to answer the questions while being careful. There were a few things that the king had asked her not to mention, and the last thing she needed was to lose the little trust they had gained. However, the stories quickly became depressing. Remembering that she was stuck in this room wasn't exactly her definition of fun.
"So, let's talk about you now. What are you doing here? Just sharpening things?" Hera asked.
"That's part of it. I need to fix any bends in the weapons too. Once a week, I forge a couple of new weapons or armor for anyone who is using one for too long. Sometimes I also have to drop by the mine for materials."
"The mine? There is still ore there? I figured 12 hundred years would be enough to clean it out."
"What? The mine is replenished once a month. The mountain makes the ore grow again, and its voice warns us when it is about to happen. Why would it ever run out?"
"Oh, back home, there are mines that don't refill. If you take a piece of ore, it will never show up again."
Silah stopped in the middle of a bite, "Are you serious?" she asked with a mouth full.
"What?"
Silah finished chewing, "Sorry, are you serious?"
"Yeah, some places don't have unlimited resources, and others…" Hera thought for a moment. How could she explain that part without mentioning other rooms and the MAZE? "Other places don't have respawnable materials. "
"I guess they don't have the blessing of the mountain," Silah said.
"It might be. Outs…. In other places, people don't talk about the voice of the mountain."
"Really? People don't see its sky blue messages?"
"We do see them, but we call it by a different name. I can't say where the name comes from, but we just call it 'The System.'" Hera explained.
"The System?"
"Yeah, weird, right? It was a name created a long time ago, but we don't treat it as well as you guys. Those small shrines you have in your homes to thank the mountain is not something we tend to do. Well… there is a religion that worships the System, but not many people are a part of it. We take the System for granted since even if someone doesn't do anything special, they still can use it."
"But it's not about getting something in return. It's about thanking for what we are given. Even if we don't have anything to ask for, we pray to the mountain to thank it for everything it provides us," Silah explained.
Hera nodded, "Yeah, I get that. It's a nice sentiment, but no one back home does that," Hera looked to the basket, "Do you want the last one?"
"It's all yours. If I eat more, I'll be sleepy, and I still have a lot of work to do."
"Can I help?" Hera took a bite of the last sandwich.
"Well, do you know how to repair weapons and armor?"
Hera nodded and showed her handaxe as an example of her work. Silah instantly went to her work mode, noticing how she had sharpened it and the places where she used too much strength. She also realized that the balance of the weapon was weird. Just by staring at the metal, the genius blacksmith could tell its weight distribution, but this handaxe didn't match how it was supposed to be. Silah could tell if there was any enchantment that changed how the mana would be inside the weapon, but even that felt wrong.
"What did you do with this weapon? Do all humans have weapons like this?" Silah asked.
"What do you mean?"
"The balance is all wrong. I mean, it's not bad, but it's not right."
"Oh no, that's something I did. I learned how to do that with Rose, another crafter. We can shift the mana inside a weapon to change its weight. Now I was just trying out a few things to see how I can handle it better."
"Really? Can you show me? I've tried doing that before, but it always messes up with the enchantment placed in the weapon."
"Only if I can help you finish your work. I can't help with armor, but am I good enough for weapons?"
"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Even if there are a few mistakes, I can fix them quickly. With you here, I might get home for dinner."
"Let's go then. If we have time, I can show you how that skill works."
They headed towards the forge and started working. Thanks to Hera's help, Silah finished all the work that had piled up during the week in one afternoon. They spent most of the time talking while repairing the weapons. During small breaks, Hera tried to explain how the Weapon Rebalance skill worked. During their second break, Silah got the skill already at the novice rank.
A little after 8 P.M., they were done with all the gear that needed repairs. Silah thanked Hera, saying there was no way she could've done all that without her. In reality, without Hera, the blacksmith would take only a couple of extra hours to finish the work, but she was genuinely thankful for all the help. Silah offered to get Hera dinner as thanks, but she refused. Blue was still at home, and Hera was worried.
Risli gave Blue some ointments and a couple of potions for the pain, and now she was feeling much better. By her estimates, it would still be a couple of days before she was dungeon ready, but she could at least train the next day thanks to the medicine. The next morning, Hera decided to stop by Risli's before going to the guard. She asked the guard before leaving, and she didn't have to go early in the morning to the guard. Her reason to go to the hut was to ask Risli to teach her any spells to remove poison and any healing spells. Risli wasn't much fond of the idea of having a student, but since Hera just wanted to learn a few spells and not the entire craft, Risli accepted her as a temporary student, after all, the human wasn't that bad of a company.
The shifts for the dungeon for the next few days were already decided by Naka. Hera and Blue and their training partners, as well as the captain, were all scheduled to enter the Wooly Plains in 5 days. Luckily for Hera, that was enough time to figure out a poison control spell. Risli was actually trying to teach her how to remove poison by pulling it away from the body, but the spell Hera got was a bit different.
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Poison Control
Rank: Intermediate
Allows the user to control the behavior of poisons. If the poison was not created by the user, there is a chance that the user won't be able to control it. The amount of mana used will depend on the change desired.
Base mana cost to Nullify the poison: 1x the amount used to create the poison
Base mana cost to Boost the poison: 2x the amount used to create the poison
Base mana cost to Change the poison's effect: 4x the amount used to create the poison
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As all kids do, Hera wanted to be an explorer. Sadly when she turned 18 she discovered that her stats and lack of skills made her fail the requirements to become one, and she went to work on a bookstore.

That should have been the end of her story. But when she wins a lottery to have her level up she discovers a hidden skill and a rare one at that.

The system gave her dream back, and this time she is not letting it go.

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The story is about a world where game-like systems are the norm, Everyone has a level, status and even skills are a common thing.

If your stats are good you can even become an explorer, someone that ventures inside a place called MAZE, a dungeon of sorts filled with monsters creatures and things that the regular world is missing such as magic.

The story follows Hera, a woman who wanted to be an explorer but her status were too low to become one. One day she wins a raffle that allows her to level up for the first time giving her the chance to achieve her childhood dream.

It's more about how things work and what you can do with them than about power or revenge.

The rhythm might be a bit slow for some but that is the idea. I want to give sort of a slice of life feeling to most of it.
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Torture... Isaac is currently being tortured in the Tross Smithery as he watches both Ava and Coralia do fashion runway walks with different sets of outfits. While the scene would be considered cute to maybe a parent who is watching, being tied up of all things and forced to watch is the definition of torture. Isaac had to endure and fake a smile every now and then, though the ropes were strong, Coralia had never accounted for one and single fact, and it would cost her.
"Mr. Judge". Coralia says in a sing song tone while holding hands with Ava. "Us beauties have to go to the restroom now, wait here for us", she teases as both her and Coralia leave the room. A smirk appears on Isaac's face as a purple glow begins to appear in his hands, but before he can finish using his magic, he hears the door begin to open so he decides to cancel his magic just incase. As the door opens, Ava walks through and then gets closer to Isaac's bindings and begins to untie them. Before Isaac is even able to say anything, she shushes him with a finger before whispering to him, "Go, I'll tell her you escaped". Isaac stands up and immediately hugs her before rushing out of the room towards the smithery.
"Though I totally could have escaped on my own by summing my knife into my hand, I appreciate her for saving me from that torture, I'm definitely never doing that again". Isaac thinks as a shiver runs up his spine. Little does he know that, this won't be his final fashion show he participates in. Isaac runs towards the smithery entrance and feels the heat increase on him. As he slowly opens the door, he begins to hear the hammering that Mr. Tross is doing on a unfinished weapon. As Isaac watches Mr. Tross pound the hammer into shape, he realizes the shape of the weapon, now resembles a longsword. Isaac hadn't seen many blades in both his lifetimes, but the longsword created Mr. Tross looked like a genuine masterpiece. The blade itself when reflected in the light, dazzled as if the blade itself had the ability to sparkle and the hilt of the blade gave off a sense of sturdiness that it couldn't be broken. Together these things made the longsword look sharp, clean, and powerful. After Mr. Tross inspects the weapon, he tosses it aside while saying, "Another failure". Isaac looks at him in shock and felt like puking blood, can a man' really be so shameless!? As Mr. Tross begins to inspect a basket full of ores, Isaac walks up to Mr Tross to call for his attention. 
"Mr Tross, would it be possible to teach me about forging"? Isaac asks in anticipation, if he could learn to forge, his magic would reach a whole new level of understanding, he could replicate strong weapons and improve his already weaker weapons if he learned what made a weapon good or bad and the intricate components to good weapons. Mr. Tross ponders about the question before shaking his head and replying, "You'll have to wait till you are at least 2-3 inches taller Isaac, you just don't have the height to begin using the forge yet...on the other hand, you do have the necessary strength to be my supplier". Mr. Tross thinks and smiles down at Isaac. 
"Supplier"? Isaac asks in confusion because he doesn't understand how the term is applicable in this situation. "You took down a armed mage mercenaries, that qualifies you for the strength required to become my supplier, all you have to do is hunt in the forest that surrounds Elkria, for magical beast materials, you can sell a good portion and give the rest to me. With those materials I can make even more weapons. I heard from Isabella your magic seems to due with creation right? That's most likely the reason you asked me to teach you forging, well you can study the weapons that I deem not suitable and see if it helps you progress further in your magic". Mr Tross finishes as he begins to take out a sheet of paper and writes on the sheet of paper. After writing for a minute, he rolls up the sheet of paper and puts a band on it to hold it together, the band happens to have the same insignia for the badge of the blacksmith association that Mr. Tross has on him rn.  "Take that to the hunter's branch at the very east of town, and I guarantee you that they will let you become a hunter, though you might still have to do the hunter's test, you should be fine as it's  mainly just a test of strength and will power. Go now, I believe there testing will end rather soon". Mr Tross says while opening the door for Isaac. 
"Thanks Mr. Tross, I'll definitely pass, so tell my mom to make a celebration dinner tonight"! He yells cheekily as he rushes out the door towards the east of town. Mr. Tross who closes the door before heading back to his work area, and staring at the longsword he had created on the ground. Mr. Tross looks starstruck, for right next to the spot on the floor where the blade was tossed, was a carved message with one word, "control". Mr. Tross looks at the message and stares at the door where Isaac had just left at before smirking to himself. 
"That kid is a one of a kind genius, I can't wait to see what he will create in the future, he might just be able to do "that", in which even myself haven't been able to accomplish". Mr Tross says aloud before returning to constructing weapons and armors and doing repairs on weapons and armors. 
Currently with Isaac, he is rushing his way towards the east of town, and soon he approaches a gate with a building built close to the gate. Isaac stares up at the building with a symbol of a lion on it. "Here I am". Isaac thinks as he gazes up at the two story building. "Let's just hope I don't encounter a perverted clown". Isaac thinks with a scared expression flashing on his face, before he begins his walk into the building.

Reincarnating into a world where science isn't the leading force but magic is, Isaac will progress through this world that contains unnatural mysteries and powerful beasts to become an unrivaled warrior among mages in the world of Xebos. Given a second chance in a new world, the only way to survive is to make sure you are strong enough to not become the pawn of any person. The peak to the top is a long journey where adventures and memories will be born.

Meanwhile, as Ethan was being tortured by his wife by straddling on his lap, Yu Ming Lian and Tang He Jiu faced the pregnant woman's wrath. 

Screeching in their ears and scolding them for being careless by letting a 'wild fowl' inside the company. This woman hasn't been inside the company for an hour and yet she gives out orders, reprimanding them like she owns the place! 

Even Ping Xiao Yue would grimace at this woman's shamelessness. 

"Do you know that I was almost attack by that bitch?! How dare you let someone like her inside the company! Do you even care for your boss' son?!"

"I'm terribly sorry, miss, but that woman is an important guest of Mr. Li."

"You think I give a damn if she's an important guest?! I'm an extremely important guest! You should be prioritizing me!" 

Yu Ming Lian was having the worst headache ever. She cannot even speak properly with this woman, all she do was shout and complain. Their conversation was one-sided and it was anything but clear.

"Please calm yourself, miss, it's not good for the baby." 

The woman scoffed, "Now you're concerned? Hmp!"

Yu Ming Lian sighed, giving her the drink she asked for. "Here's your drink, miss." The woman rudely took the drink off her hands and took a big gulp before spewing everything out.

"What is this?! Why is it so sour?!" 

"It is exactly what you asked for."

"Don't patronize me, you're doing it on purpose!" 

"Of course not, miss, I—" Without warning, the woman ruthlessly splashed Yu Ming Lian with the cold and sticky juice. However, Tang He Jiu saw it coming and blocked it.

Tang He Jiu did not flinched as the lemon stung his eyes.

The woman was surprised to see the burly man blocking the drink that was meant for Yu Ming Lian but she thought he also deserved it for being rude. 

"That should teach you a lesson." The woman didn't feel any remorse by her actions. She's, undoubtedly, a malicious person without a single ounce of compassion towards others. 

"What's going on here?" Ethan's voice thundered even through the walls, the room suddenly dropped to zero degree celsius. 

His expression was extremely dark, his eyes darted at the brazen woman with a deadly glare. 

"Who are you? How dare you harass my employees?!" 

The woman's ugly expression magically changed into a frail looking, white lotus. 

"Ethan, you must get justice for me. This woman was trying to poison me and our son!" Tears streamed down her pale face. 

"Our son? I have never seen or met you in my entire life, how could I be the father of your child?" Ethan's scowl deepened, his glare became sharper that made the woman's knees to quiver in fright.

"Y-you don't understand, we met before! Your memories of me must've been lost because of the alcohol but we did something that night and the seed has already sprouted!" The woman protested her claim. 

"And your proof?"

Hope shone in the woman's eyes. She grabbed the documents she brought with her and gave it to him.

Ethan opened the documents and read. 

Oohh? She had this test results from Shengming Military Hospital. This hospital cannot produce fake information or else their association will be closed. 

"Interesting. Your employer's definitely not simple for him to forge such authenticate-looking DNA results." Lillie Bai's smooth voice emerged from Ethan's back. Her slender figure perfectly matched Ethan's lean body, as if the two were made of one precious stone. The absolute definition of a match made in heaven. 

The woman's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets in anger as she saw the woman who made her extremely infuriated once again.

"It's you!" She exclaimed. Then, realization struck her like lighting by Lillie's statement. She subconsciously felt anxious.

"What employer? Those DNA results came from Shengming! You can call them for proof." She retorted.

Lillie paid her no attention. She was engrossed in reading the documents' contents instead. 

Due to Lillie's lack of response and respect towards her, the pregnant woman screamed "You! How dare you come back after you tried to hurt our son?!" She suddenly accused. Spouting lies that even Monkey D. Luffy won't fall for and make Ussop feel disappointed.

“Mr. Li, please keep your hands to yourself.” 

“You’re my wife, so why won’t you spoil me a bit?”

“You want me to spoil you?”

“Yes.”

“Then here’s my credit card, go shopping.”

“...”


***


An aloof man married an even more aloof woman. Ethan Li struggles to make his wife fall for him while Lillie Bai struggles to free herself from his ‘clumsy’ hands. 

“If you don’t get your hands off me, I’m going to cut them off!”

“But then I won’t get to keep you warm!”

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