Taisa Rosewater is the only woman in the world to hold a royal title as a result of historical events. The Emperor of the seven kingdoms uses her to revive the female titles once again through her future children but keeps his evil intentions a secret. He begins by choosing a man for the Princess to marry, who turns out to be perfect for his plan. Emperor Maroon holds unlimited power and is not afraid to use it to his advantage. 
Princess Taisa's journey shows her strength and the real power that she has as a royal woman. Hopefully, Emperor Maroon's pans don't get the best of her.

I made this an auxiloary chapter, but there's no announcements for auxiliary chapters it seems. I don't want the majority to be in the dark, but I also don't want to waste your coins for announcements. Unfortunately, I don't have any proper announcement giving tool for this, so here it is:
This sucks. It really, really sucks. But it seems, for those who know, my refreshed feeling was temporary and a looming premonition to an upcoming calamity...in my body.
Anyways, I've gotten sick. Is it the COVID-19 or not? I'm unsure. I'll keep you guys updated, but without going into too much yucky detail: fever and consistent bathroom visits. It's really screwing with my ability to write, think, sleep, and generally function so I'm going to take a short break from writing and uploading until I'm well, healthy, and safe.
I likely won't be writing for however long this lasts, and I hope its short and just the rare august flu, so there won't be any make-up chapters or anything. Just a regular and thorough break.
No need to feel panic though, I have an unusually strong body and mind so I'll ride this out. <3
Wish me the best! 
(Btw: Word Count requirements can go straight to...)
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Here's some famous literary book quotes because of Word Count...You can skip this if you want. 
"Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, dont you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget." – Cormac McCarthy, The Road
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." – Frank Herbert, Dune
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind." – Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
"…I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were." ― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart." – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
"We believe that we can change the things around us in accordance with our desires—we believe it because otherwise we can see no favourable outcome. We do not think of the outcome which generally comes to pass and is also favourable: we do not succeed in changing things in accordance with our desires, but gradually our desires change. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant to us. We have failed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us beyond it, and then if we turn round to gaze into the distance of the past, we can barely see it, so imperceptible has it become." – Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
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The Heavenly Dao exists.

It decides what is right and what is wrong. To act against it is to sin, to act according to it is to be blessed by its graces.

The world of cultivation is difficult, an unchanging principle. Yet there are those who are cherished by the Heavens, cuddled into rising above all and everyone else. How can this be? Why must this be?

What is moral and just? What is evil and immoral?! 

WHY DOES IT GET TO DECIDE?!

So we, the Sinners, we act against the Heavenly Daos, grasp our own fates in hopes of truly overturning them.

This is a Journey of a young boy born Blessed, but turned Sinner.

The greatest sinner of them all.

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The old dog lays in his bed in a corner of the crimson and gold dining room of a grand mansion. Framed art lines the walls. The dining room table is larger than a tree is tall. The candles of the chandelier illuminate a veritable feast: fruits, pies, breads, desserts. Every kind of sweet, pastry, indulgence or delicacy piled as high as wedding cakes.

At one end is Lord Grey, a portly man eating cockles, wearing a monocle and a tuxedo that's a few sizes too small for him; the buttons of his vest about to burst.

At the other end is Lady Madeline. A small woman who wears every piece of jewelry she owns at all times: rings on every finger, layers of bracelets, charms, chains and necklaces. Her bright makeup painted on. She has a tiara atop an oversized blonde wig and her bright dress fans out like a peacock.

"She never eats!" Lord Grey says with his mouth full. "Only consumes whatever's in her cup! She starves herself, the poor woman. There's absolutely no need for that. She gets so hungry sometimes I hear her screaming in her room. She's very loud. Eat something, darling!"
"No." Lady Madeline says coldly and sips her rosewater.
"She withholds from me because she knows I hate it." Lord Grey quips.

Hundreds of empty chairs are set around the table for all of Lord Grey's imaginary friends. Each spot has plates of delicious looking food set before it. All of their imaginary friends are so different: one's a professor, one's an actor, one's a doctor, one's a business man.

Lord Grey laughs and speaks with the empty chairs as if his friends are really there:

"You make me laugh, Samantha! Tell us another one!"

"Oh, Arthur's always a prude, isn't he?"

"Anton, thank you for coming!"

"You remember the professor, Dr. Barnes, don't you, darling?"
"Absolutely." Lady Madeline says, waving her glass.
"You don't but it's kind of you to pretend you do."

The butler brings more plates of food. Lord Grey tosses him two coppers and they clink in his hand.
"Don't you love that sound?" Lord Grey asks.
"I don't trust hun." Lady Madeline says, giving the butler a sharp glance.
"Oh, he's harmless."
"Rather dull, I'd say."

Mr. Bear tries to pick up silverware with his plush hands but drops it and it clangs on the table.
"You're using the wrong utensil, bear." Lord Grey says. "Use the terrapin fork. And make use of your napkin. Cleanliness is key."
Mr. Bear tries to tuck his napkin into his bowtie collar.

Lord Grey eats from another cockle shell. A button on his vest pops and hits the old dog, disturbing his nap.
"Ahh, le petit mort." Lord Grey says. "If dying is an art I do it exceptionally well. Why haven't you touched your food, children? What say you?"

In front of Theo is a sizzling pepperoni pizza. Maise has cupcakes with rainbow icing and sprinkles and neapolitan ice cream. Flowers and a pollen shaker for Oliver and bowls of honey and honeycombs for Mr. Bear.

"Eat up! It's a feast! Every evening we feast because life is grand! Lady Madeline regards the simple pleasures in life as boorish however there's no pleasing her."
"Stop slouching." she barks at Maise who quickly sits up.
"See what I mean?" Lord Grey says.

Maise reaches for one of the cupcakes and Theo stops her.
"Hey!" she pouts.
Theo points to a sign near the other plates with a skull and crossbones that reads: "Don't eat. Poison."

"Ahh, yes." Lord Grey says. "The strangest thing. Someone poisoned some of our food the other day."
Lady Madeline chokes on her rosewater. "Yes, the strangest thing."

Theo sees a framed portrait of a woman blink.
"Is that a real person?" he asks.
"Indeed!" Lord Grey replies. "My favorite piece! Museless. An artless artist. We pay to watch her frown."
"You pay her to make you sad," Madeline corrects him.
"Absolutely!" he says. "If great art is a reflection of society and a great artist lives their art then she personifies it sublimely, don't you think? How transcendent: to become art itself. Transcendent. Is that the right word? Transcendent. It's right but it feels wrong. Ahh the sweet agony of jamais vu."
"Insanity." Lady Madeline says.
"A beautiful insanity. That's a requisite for an artist! To pursue perfection— what an undertaking. And what is insanity but a miscommunication?"
"It's the inability to be wrong." Oliver says.
"I'm right and you'll never convince me otherwise!" Lord Grey laughs. "So tell me, children. Where are you headed?"
"To visit a friend." Oliver says.
"Where, may I ask?"
"Nearby."
Lady Madeline eyes them suspiciously. "I loathe secrets."

Unable to resist, Maise grabs a cupcake. It's preserved on the outside by poison but inside it's rotten and hollow and disintegrates into a putrid ash. Ants and spiders pour out, covering everything in rancid sugar and icing and crawl on their hands and arms.

Maise screams and jumps from her seat.
"Let's go!" Oliver shouts as he bats spiders away with a spoon.
They dart for the door.

Lady Madeline spills rosewater all over herself. Her makeup runs like watercolor. She tries to damp it off with a napkin and her wig slips off and she falls backwards in her chair.

"Don't leave yet!" Lord Grey shouts, spitting with his mouth full. "The party has only begun! Fetch them, dog! Servant! Bring my friends back to me!"

The butler and the dog chase after them.

Lady Madeline can't sit up under the weight of all her jewelry.

To return home, Theo and Maise must embark on a strange journey through a dangerous land with the help of a stuffed animal and a talking bee.

At the moment, Stuart knocked on the door.
Edie already changed the clothes. When opening the door, Edie saw the anger on Stuart's face. She burst into laughter, "Mr. CEO, what do you want?"
"Edie, what could I do to make you get married to me?" Stuart fixed his eyes on her.
She placed the ring on the man's hand and said, "Mr. CEO, everyone grows up. It's been so easy to get me for the first time. I don't like it. Now you want me again. How could that be so simple? You should pay, darling. I am expensive, quite expensive."
No married pregnant woman dared to say these words except her.
But Edie was really confident.
She could live a good life, whether Stuart stayed around her or not.
She never thought the divorce was her shame. On the contrary, she believed she could better look after herself after the divorce.
Therefore, she didn't rush to get married. Whether they would get married again or not depended on her.
"What should I do? I would do everything for you when you tell me." Stuart sounded anxious.
"I don't want to tell you now. Think about it. I need to leave now. Goodbye, dear" She blinked eyes towards Stuart.
Looking at the light deep in Edie's eyes, Stuart got obsessed with it. But he also hated it. She was adorable but too naughty at the moment.
He couldn't stop Edie. He had no right to stop Edie. After all, it was himself that caused this.
Looking at Edie walking out of the room happily, Stuart could do nothing. She looked so beautiful.
He took his phone out and called two men.
Todd Anderson and Jason William.
"Get out. I need your help."
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It has been quite a long time since Edie went shopping with Scarlet last time. They bought a lot this afternoon. Then they found a cafe room and took a good rest.
After sitting down, Scarlet asked Edie out of curiosity, "what the hell had happened between you and Mr. Yates? Why did you get together again?"
"He still remembers me. That's why we get together again." Edie gave her a brief answer.
"Really? But you've divorced. Are you going to get married to him again?"
"What else choice do I have? I've perceived the baby for three months. My belly would get bigger if it was delayed. I am still looking forward to wearing a beautiful wedding dress."
"But he's hurt you so much. He's made lots of mistakes. Are you going to forgive him immediately?"
"Actually, I want to punish him. But he is so dumb. He knew nothing about romance. I've given him a hint. I ask him to propose to me. I don't know whether he could get my point or not. "Edie felt worried. She recalled the moment when he proposed to her....
Could that be really called a proposal?
He didn't even kneel down. There was no rose or breath-taking scene. He proposed to her in the car. That couldn't be called a proposal. That was nothing related to the proposal.
Could he surprise her this time? Edie was so worried.
Scarlet wanted to say some words to comfort her. But she also knew Stuart's style. So she decided to hold all the comforting words back.
What could Edie expect from Stuart? The more she expected, the more she would feel disappointed.
Scarlet couldn't find a word to comfort her. Edie also sighed, "Whatever. Perhaps this is my fate. I don't have to care about it."
She had no choice. She loved this man deeply.
As she was disappointed, a girl showed up and smiled at her, "Are you, Miss Lara?"
Miss Lara was a little surprised. She nodded, "My last name is Lara..."
The girl showed Edie rose-like magic and passed the rose to her "God bless you. Mr. Yates was waiting for you at the entertainment park."
Then, she ran away.
Edie froze. Two girls looked at each other blankly.
Mr. Yates? Was it Stuart Yates? What the hell was he doing?
Before Edie figured out, she saw a kind aunt. She repeated what the girl said to her just now and gave her a rose.
"God bless you. Mr. Yates is waiting for you at the entertainment park."
So... she had to go there now.
Edie looked at Scarlet. She wanted to say sorry to her. Scarlet knew what she wanted to say, "Go now. I would take everything you bought this afternoon to your home. Don't worry."
"Thank you so much," Edie said and left for the nearest entertainment park.
But when she walked out of the cafe house, a middle-aged man gave her another rose. He also smiled at her, "God bless your baby. Mr. Yates is waiting for you at the entertainment park."
On the way she walked to the entertainment park, she's met lots of people giving her a rose and a blessing. They all told her that "Mr. Yates is waiting for her in the entertainment park."
Edie got more and more curious. What the hell was Stuart doing?
"God bless your sweet marriage."
"God bless your happiness."
"God bless your love."
All she heard was "Miss Lara" and "Mr. Yates.". Before she realized something, those people already left.
The rose thorn had been moved away. So they were all safe in Edie's hands.
Because she had to take all those roses and expressed her appreciation, it took her more than forty minutes to reach the entertainment park.
When she arrived at the entertainment park, it was dark. Edie held that pretty fresh red rose. When she was still worrying that she might not be able to find Stuart because the park was filled with people, she saw no one else in the entertainment.
Edie had a feeling. Her heart beating got faster and faster.
She stood at the door of the entertainment park, blankly. She didn't know whether she needed to walk in or not. Suddenly, she heard sound music.
Lots of figures from the cartoon walked towards her. Mickey saluted her gentlemanly and then put a hand in front of her.
Subconsciously, she handed her hand over.
Mickey and Minnie led her into the princess's float, then sat on her sides, making all sorts of moves that made her laugh.
The float moved towards slowly with the music as if it was a car taking you from the real world to the fairy tale paradise.
Edie didn't expect that the car would be parked in front of the castle.
When all the happy sounds disappeared, Edie got panic and nervous all of a sudden. She took out her phone and found Stuart's number. Before she dialed out, she heard the sound of bamboo's blasting.

COMPLETED

She is an unknown actress Edie Lara, who had a one night stand with the Noble Prince and the CEO Of L.N Group, Stuart Yates. He is every woman’s dream but not for someone like Edie. 

Stuart was said to be gay, but people behind him don't know the tragic past that pushed him to change into a different man. Stuart offered Edie a contract marriage after the passionate night they shared. He told her it would only last for six months until his family and shareholders could prove that he is not gay. 

Suddenly, Edie discovered the truth that Stuart is not gay but he had a rare type of phobia. She then fell in love with him. He did everything to let her stay beside him. One day someone pretends to be Stuart’s ex-fiancee after he met an accident, would he still remember his wife, Edie? Would their story ends tragically, or their love will remind him of the woman who is bound to be his fate from the very beginning? Would he still remember how deeply he loved her? Can Edie stand all the struggles along the way when she felt alone and unloved by her husband?






Special Note: If you are looking for a sweet contemporary-romance genre, this novel doesn't have that kind of plot. Most plots of my novel talk about mystery, suspense, and a slice of life. Often FL starts a slow pace of development, from weak to strong.


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SCENE 3 

 
 

At many States/Countries especially in UK, beggars earn substantially good money. 

 
 

There are big numbers who earn millions of moneys through begging profession. 

 
 

These people live a lavish life. 

 
 

Tax authorities never touch these people. 

 
 

Many Residents of UK have claimed that there has been a good increase in beggars. Some say the rise has steepened with its Regency terraces, green spaces, boutiques and restaurants, is the happiest in Britain. A local Charity, has urged the public not to give money to beggars, saying that it encourages alcohol and drug addiction. 

Beggars makes £ 150-200 a day in Britain’s Happiest Town 

Royal Leamington Spa, Warwickshire 

 

CharacteR: 3 

 
 

 One beggar at a nearby mall, one ‘middle-aged beggar’ sitting leisurely on the platform, keeping a small money pot nearby to his side, wearing a black cooling glass, smoking a cigarette and reading English newspaper. 

The beggar did not have any shirt and was only wearing a torn banyan. 

 
 

The beggar had a short. 

The Media Reporter was surprised by seeing the beggar’s pose of sitting style and reading look at the English newspaper. 

The Media thought for a while, about his pleasantness, happiness and comfortably sitting style. 

The Media instantaneously, told the co-passenger about the beggar’s style of reading the newspaper. 

The beggar looks to be of ‘no worry’ at all. 

The beggar looked like having total peace of mind. 

 
 

Time: 1000 Hours 

Name: Mr. Wright 

Age: 40 years (Middle Aged Person) 

Profession: Full Time Begging 

Lives all times on the Streets. 

Health: Reasonably Good. 

Sitting in the Pedestrians Plat Form beside the Mall. 

Many Foreigners Floating Area. 

 
 

Working Day - Wednesday 

Very busy area. 

Trade and Business in full swing 

Traffic is full 

Large Public moving on the platform 

Sun Shine 

Clear Sky 

…….. 

 
 

Passersby: 1 (Foreigner Lady) 

 
 

You are alright. 

Why do you beg? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

I am brought up like this 

Not that much of education 

Nobody gives work to me. 

 
 

Passersby: 1 (Foreigner Lady) 

Okay 

 
 

Gives 5 Pounds 

 (by seeing the pathetic condition of Mr. Wright, the Beggar) 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

Thank you, 

May God Bless you. 

……. 

 
 

Passersby: 2 (Foreigner Lady) 

 
 

Why do you beg? 

Why don’t you work in a hotel or mall? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

I am habituated beg 

Nobody gives work to me 

 
 

Passersby: 2 (Foreigner Lady) 

 
 

Okay. 

Gives £10 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

Thank you, madam. 

Takes Pounds. 

May God Bless you. 

……. 

 
 

Passersby: 3 (Local person) 

 
 

Just drops few pounds 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

Yeah. Good Morning. 

Thank you. 

 
 

Media Reporter 

(with Camera) 

 
 

Takes interview with Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

What is your name? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

I am Wright 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

Why do you beg? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

I have to feed myself and live. 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

How much do you earn per day? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

Around Pounds 200 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

What you will do with the daily amount? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

I save 50 Percent. 

Other 50 Percent I eat and enjoy by drinking. 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

How much you saved the month till now? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

“All truths are not to be told” 

It’s a Begging Trade Secret. 

Its Begging Ethics. 

I should not reveal my income. 

“As the tree, so the fruit” 

“An idle brain is the devil’s workshop” 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

Wow. 

A Great Answers 

Out of curiosity I asked this question 

Sorry. 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

Okay. No issue. 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

Are you married? 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

Wow. 

What a wonderful Question 

Who will marry me? 

I am a beggar. 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

Okay. 

You did a good thing by not marrying. 

You saved other life. 

You follow certain code of ethics and principles. 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 
 

I am highly principled man with discipline in begging 

 
 

Reporter 

(With Camera on) 

 
 

Okay. 

Nice. 

You answered well. 

Be Happy. Be helpful to others. 

 
 

Mr. Wright (Beggar) 

 Okay and well 

“A jack of all trade is master of none” 

You are most welcome. 

Thank you. Nice of you. 

May God Bless you. 

…… 

 
 

 
 

(SCENE ENDS) 

 


THE CRAZY BEGGARS
(Story in English)
UK based characters and story
(To be filmed only at UK/London)
TOTAL SCREEN PLAY
25 Scenes
60+ Pages
Medium Budget Screenplay and story

This is the story of young orphan street beggars who make it big with their singing and instrumental talents become millionaire.

There are good number of street beggars at UK/London etc.

Few orphan young street beggars who are dedicated to come up in life works hard.
It’s a story of five beggars who come together as per their program plan.

They give street singing performances, rise and become top singers through their dedicated performances.

These performers get good response from public and music lovers.

There are 25 scenes in this story.
Total Screenplay
With dialogues 
(60+ Pages)
Medium Budget Screenplay and story

Also includes few Songs and Instrumental music
Entire story characters are from London based people.
Full Story and Screenplay is ready
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Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, Litt.D.,
B Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCCP
Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer
Royal Success International Book of Records 2019 Honor
Institute of Scholars (InSc) Research Excellence Award-2020, Bangalore (India)
Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips 2020 Honor
Hon. Doctorate in Litt. from ITMUT, Brazil. (2019)
Literary Brigadier Honor (2018) from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India
Spotlight Superstar Honor (2018) from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India
30+ Global Poetic Certificates (2018, 2019, 2020)

ADDRESS:
Plot No. 37, H. No. 1-6-53/1,
ANUPURAM, ECIL Post, Kapra,
(Opp. Dr. Homi J Bhaba Community Hall)
Hyderabad -500062
Telangana State (INDIA)
Email : mrkndyl@gmail.com
Twitter: @mrkndyl68
Phone Nos.
+91-9951038802



Time flew by and soon two days had passed.
Lin Huang spent the past two days in the hotel room practicing his sword skills. He even handed the task of eavesdropping on the God Bless members to Bloody which relayed the important messages to him.
Apart from learning about the time and venue of the Crow God Ceremony, he did not only learned about the mission this time, but he even heard many God Bless secrets.
The founder of God Bless was called the Master God and his combat strength and ability were unknown. He had been in hiding for hundreds of years and had just come back to take over God Bless again.
That was also the reason why God Bless was active lately all of a sudden.
Below the Master God were four God's Messengers whose combat strength was unknown as well.
However, judging from Shen Yu's respect towards the God's Messengers, the four of them might most probably be virtual god-level powerhouses. Shen Yu was a demigod himself, after all, and only Virtual Gods could make a demigod fear for them.
Then, there were Commanders below the four God's Messengers.
The Commanders were in charge of all of the branches in the entire safety zone. Some safety zones had one Commander while some had a main Commander and a Deputy Commander.
The guy with the surname Feng whom Shen Yu mentioned earlier was Commander Feng Li. He was currently leading God Bless in Division 3, and he managed all three branches in Division 3.
The reason Shen Yu despised him was that the latter who had more experience was supposed to be appointed as the new Commander since the past Division 3 Commander was re-assigned. Never had he thought that Feng Li would appear out of nowhere. Not only Feng Li was given a massive amount of god's blood and elevated to perfect-stage demigod-level despite only going on very few missions, but he was also assigned to be the Commander of Division 3.
Since Shen Yu secretly had the most complaints towards Feng Li, Bloody knew a lot about him.
Almost half of the Commanders from God Bless had the same combat strength as Feng Li whereby they were on perfect-stage demigod-level.
Perfect-stage demigod-level would mean that 100% of the Life Power in the demigod-levels' bodies could transform into Divine Power. On a certain level, such a person was close to Virtual God. Powerhouses on perfect-stage demigod-level would have their flesh and soul washed completely with a sea of Divine Power, practically reaching Virtual God standard. Their ability was comparable with a virtual god-level rank-1 who had just elevated. People would easily mistake their combat strength as a virtual god-level powerhouse by sense.
However, the broken Godhead in their bodies made the construction of God Territory impossible. They could not produce Divine Power naturally, and could only replenish it from external sources.
Below Commanders were the Captains of each branch, which was Shen Yu's current position at God Bless.
All of the Captains of God Bless had demigod-level combat strength; that was the mandatory condition of being a Captain.
God Bless had a couple of branches in the three core safety zones. For instance, Division 3 had three branches while Division 1 and Division 2 had more.
After the Captains came the normal members.
God Bless did not have many members. They were basically on high immortal-level and imperial-level. Each branch had few members with only 20 to 30 members or over 100 members at the most.
Comparatively, God Bless might have more spies allocated in each organization than their members.
Naturally, the spies followed another system that was entirely different from the system Shen Yu and the rest followed. Even the intel branches of each division were unrelated.
Shen Yu only chatted about that with his few underlings once and it was just a short conversation, so Bloody obtained very limited information from that.
Lin Huang frowned when Bloody was telling him that information.
"Are you sure those four God's Messengers are Virtual Gods?" That was the first question Lin Huang asked after hearing what Bloody said.
"It's confirmed. Shen Yu has no respect for this perfect-stage demigod-level Feng Li. Him taking Shen Yu's position aside, Feng Li is just a demigod to him even though he's on perfect-stage demigod-level. He's not as powerful as Shen Yu who could easily get to perfect-stage demigod-level as long as he obtains sufficient god's blood. Therefore, he has no respect for Commanders.
"However, he's always calling God's Messengers 'Master God's Messenger' and dares not cross the line. He clearly respects them. It's impossible for Shen Yu to fear perfect-stage demigod-levels.
"However, according to the cultivation system in our gravel world, it's impossible for someone to elevate to Virtual God." Lin Huang was very much aware of the current cultivation system's flaw. Indeed, just like what the stone tablet said, it was impossible for someone to elevate to Virtual God.
"The current cultivation system can't do that, but what if they're cultivating using the old cultivation system?" Bloody voiced its opinion, "Or maybe they're like Mr. Fu whereby they're Virtual Gods who survived the ancient era?"
"According to historical records, many powerhouses' bodies weren't found during the battle 800 years ago. Perhaps most of them were eaten by monsters but we can't rule out the possibility that there were some Virtual Gods who hid and healed from the battle."
Lin Huang could not argue about what Bloody said because it was indeed possible.
"I personally think that these Virtual Gods elevated by integrating Godheads," the stone tablet voiced its opinion out of the blue.
"Why would you say that?" Lin Huang asked immediately.
"Otherwise, where did the Godheads of Gods who died during the ancient era go when their bodies were found?" The stone tablet was calm as it posed the question.
What the stone tablet said terrified Lin Huang. There might be millions of Gods that died during the ancient era. Even if most of them remained unfound, as long as a minority of the Godheads were found by major organizations, they could manufacture many Gods from there.
"Judging from what you said, it's very possible that the Master God of God Bless is a True God." Lin Huang thought his view of the world was now completely shaken.
He had always thought Mr. Fu was the only God in this gravel world. However, now it seemed like this gravel world was much more dangerous than he imagined.
"If that's the case, fighting God Bless is much more difficult than I expected." Lin Huang looked helpless.
"I was thinking why would God Bless have to be secretive in their missions if they really had such power, especially when Bloody mentioned they might have four Virtual Gods? They could totally wipe out all the organizations in the entire world under the sun, making them the overlord of the gravel world.
"However, now it seems like organizations such as the Union Government and the Hunter Association might have more hidden god-level powerhouses. God Bless doesn't announce their power not because they can't, but because they know very well that there are even more powerful organizations that exist in this world."
Lin Huang soon connected the dots after the stone tablet reminded him about it.
"These god-level powerhouses haven't shown up for hundreds of years. They might've come to an agreement with all the organizations not to reveal themselves. Just like the game theory of deterrent forces that all the countries applied on Earth…"


Lin Huang was a 15-year old boy from Earth, on a path to live his life in a world full of monsters. With his younger sister in his care, and given only 91 days to live, the odds were not in his favor at all... That is until, he killed a vicious vampire, purely by accident. With a twist in his tale, his life was changed completely. As he fought his way through this world with the help of his troops made of men and monsters, the boy sets his sights on a much larger ambition of becoming the greatest monster hunter in the world!

Frozen Milk couldn't watch anymore. This whole thread and all of these comments tearing him apart and speculating his whereabouts was insane!
This was too much for his now delicate heart. How in the world was he able to endure and even enjoyed this blackened hatred that literally took form and punched him in his face? This was nothing but torture!
Yet the system forced him to continue watching until an eye-stinging and familiar username appeared.
Mr. ambassador- 7.45pm
I can confirm the news about him, and the horse is not true. Frozen Milk isn't that much of a low life. I've enjoyed various private talks with him and can say with confidence he got scared by me and my superior writing abilities. Frozen Milk pales in comparison and thought he couldn't keep his throne anymore.

FUCK! Frozen Milk grabbed the windows yet every time he tried his hands just went through it. He wished he could reach through this damn screen and murder that damned ambassador .
Private conversations? You mean just me destroying you pathetic excuse of an author?
Superiors writing abilities? You mean you lowly disgrace who can only publish 1-2000 cheap words and they were all just bad, bad, bad are better than this God here? Really? You really think so?
Got scared? Me? Of you? Last time I checked, while I was still reigning and dominating the rankings like a billionaire mafia boss smashing his lackeys to hell, you fucktard were on the lowest of the low!
Can't keep my throne anymore? Bastard! That's only because I fucking transmigrated! You wanna come and try to transmigrate here? Huh? Let's see if you can still keep your throne, you illegitimate wannabe prince!
Frozen Milk was so angry, he could explode. His blood reached a boiling point and wanted to be splattered all over Mr. Ambassador.
Mr. Ambassador, a fellow author like Frozen Milk. He was fairly popular known for his mediocre romance novels. He would also try to pick fights with Frozen Milk on a daily basis.
At first, Frozen Milk didn't care for a lowly small author like him but Mr. Ambassador started calling him out more and more and commented on every chapter of his, and in every thread about Frozen Milk you could bet that fucking Mr. Ambassador was there.
Frozen Milk really wondered if he wasn't just a secret admirer of his but then one day, just for one day, heaven knew how but Mr. Ambassadors cheesy novel 'I belong to you honey' surpassed his great/trashy transmigration novel as the top 1. 
It was the first time in the five years Frozen Milk was an author that this disgrace of a fucked up miracle happened and so from that day on Frozen Milk called Mr. Ambassador his rival.
And this rival wreaked havoc upon Frozen Milk's reputation. Him banging a horse? Fine! Fine! No problem! Frozen Milk didn't mind!
Him giving way to a petty author like Mr. Ambassador?
No. fucking. way! 
Frozen Milk could never allow this, even if he was buried 6ft under heavy cement, he would crawl his way out to haunt Mr. Ambassador and give him a horror story to convert him to a horror author before he'd pull him with him to hell.
Frozen Milk gnashed his teeth as he read the flood of the following comments.

Yellowlila-7.46pm
OMG! IT'S MR.AMBASSADOR! I'm such a big fan! I love you so much! So so much!

Frozen Milk never got comments like this and he could imagine that bastard was smiling and basking in all his glory, hoping Frozen Milk could see how superior he was. And yet to Frozen Milk's misfortune, he did.

Selons34- 7.38pm
Wow! Are you guys acc friends?

NO!

Mr.Ambassador7.49pm
Yes, Frozen Milk entrusted me with all these worse to pass onto you.
rosewater- 7.50pm
What happened to Frozen Milk? Why can't he answer himself?

Frozen Milk had enough of the praises that showered Mr. Ambassador and of the assumptions made about him.
"Fine," Frozen Milk told his system, "You won! I'll start writing again and post the hell out of these forums. Let me access my account."
"Very well, host," system did so.
Frozen Milk wanted to immediately put everyone into place when he stopped. A brilliant idea crept into his small brain again. And everytime this happened, nothing good would come out of it. Nothing good.
"Host?" system had the same feeling. Something was wrong.
"System, do me a favour."
"?"
"Make that bastard transmigrate into this story so I can beat the crap out of him."
System was dumbfounded, "He's still alive."
"Then do something about it!"
"Is host ready to become a murderer?"
Frozen Milk thought for a while, "Fair enough. I'll wait until he perishes naturally but then promise me, he'll get transmigrated here."
There was no way Frozen Milk would let such an insult go down. He would have to beat Mr. Ambassador up himself! Even if it was the last thing he did!
"Host knows that the authors have to-"
"You can take care of that."
System sighed, "If host wants to."
System wondered why it even agreed to do so but then again, this only added more spicy fun to his pitiful host. Suddenly, system anticipated this whole ordeal very much. Maybe it could really use a hand to speed things up. Hehe.
Frozen Milk didn't know what doom he put over his head himself and just almost entirely forgot this matter again.

And with that Frozen Milk's adventure and story came to an end yet will go on forever.
In the end, who would be the one to stay by Frozen Milk's side forever to enjoy his unconditional and sole love for them?
This matter was far from being resolved especially when a pathetic author named Mr. Ambassador was not long after transmigrated and joined the happy harem. And at around the same time, Bro, that converted monk with a subtle sadist side still in him would also come back for Frozen Milk.
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.
Well there's that.
Good luck, Frozen Milk.

Check out my new BL novel: I teleported again and now all demons want me! 
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To lighten the wrath of his blackened readers, Frozen Milk was forced to transmigrate into his own novel to witness what *** he wrote.

What's this? One plothole, two plotholes... plotholes everywhere!

How do you counter a novel full of plotholes? 
Of course, with constant bullshit, constant crap and constant nonsense!

It shouldn't be working but the result?

Terrifying!

Long live holy creator Frozen Milk!

"Damn! What the hell is this?? Wasn't this supposed to be a comedy rip off? A parody? So, why are all my characters leeching onto me? Do I look like a bamboo stick to climb and eat? To stick in between your cheeks?"

"Hello? System help?"

"System is currently on holida- undergoing maintenance, host."

"%$@#!" 

Frozen Milk was nearing his despair. Bent, straight, bent, straight, bent, STRAIGHT!!!!

Be ready to have your brains fried, your life questioned and above all your integrity disappear!

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This is completed!
Disclaimer: some profanities and innuendos 
Has elements of BL

First book in the 'Scum Series'

Jing Mouyou was still struggling as if she didn't hear what Chu Yunsheng said. Her eyes were filled with fear, and the wooden elemental energy began to emerge. She was ready to unleash her energy attack.
Chu Yunsheng quickly grabbed her hands and forcibly moved them behind her back. "Don't move, I won't do anything to you. Do you still remember that I helped you to remove the poison? I was with that black man Edgar. Do you remember me now?" he lowered his voice once again.
Jing Mouyou's body suddenly went stiff for a second, her eyes were wide open and they were filled with shock. She looked at Chu Yunsheng for almost a minute. But then she started to struggle even more violently.
Chu Yunsheng thought that she still could not remember him, so he began to quietly recite the wood element cultivation method that he taught her.
As he began to recite more and more words, Jing Mouyou also gradually stopped struggling. Her face went from shock to disbelief.
...
"Remember me now?" seeing her stopped struggling, Chu Yunsheng slightly let loose of her hands and moved his hand away from her mouth.
"Mr. Lennon, you did not die?!" Jing Mouyou's dedicated face was filled with mixed expressions.
Chu Yunsheng nodded his head. Only until now did he just realize that when he was in the spore forest, his name was Mr. Lennon. He had so many names that he had completely forgotten about it.
"They all said that you were dead, so… so… that's great!" Jing Mouyou suddenly became very excited. Then she suddenly noticed that Chu Yunsheng's hand was bleeding.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lennon, I didn't mean to... let me heal you…" Jing Mouyou blushed.
Chu Yunsheng just simply wiped his hands on his clothes and said. "It's okay, I'm running out of time. I need to find Edgar. It is urgent." he then looked at his watch one more time.
Jing Mouyou was confused. Then she saw that there was a girl behind him. She did not know why, but she suddenly felt upset. But Chu Yunsheng urged her again, she immediately responded, "Okay, follow me. "
In order to avoid being exposed, Chu Yunsheng dragged the girl he saved with him as well.
The guards on the entrance had stern expressions on their faces as if they would not want to give anyone a good time. Chu Yunsheng had also seen some of them in the castle of raging fire before, but he did not think that they would recognize him. After all, it had been a very long time since the last time the Ice race stopped looking for him. So he did not think that anyone would have that time to remember what he used to look like.
"Dean Jing, who are those two people?" one of the guards gritted his teeth and asked. He thought that she had just gone out for a short walk. He did not expect that when she came back, she would bring two strangers with her.
　　
"Brother Shi, they are my friends. Please let them in," said Jing Mouyou. In Chu Yunsheng's memory, Jing Mouyou was a polite little girl. But he did not expect that after these years, she still has not changed.
　
"Dean Jing, I don't want to be…. I am just scared that sister Jiang will… I can't take that responsibility." The guard Shi hesitated.
Strangers, especially those who had not gone through the proper background check procedures were not allowed to enter the University of education. This rule was set by sister Jiang, and no one was allowed to change that.
This little Dean of the medical college had always been following the rules, and she was always kind to people. She had never done anything that would put them in a difficult situation. However, he did not know why she wanted to violate the rules today. 
　　
"I'll explain to sister Jiang. I will not cause any trouble for you." said Jing Mouyou.
　　
"Thank you for your understanding." The guard Shi responded. This was all he needed. He also did not dare to offend Jing Mouyou, as long as she could take all the responsibility, he did not really mind at all.
　　
After they got through the main entrance, they followed a small well-lighted passage to a residential building. There were also guards at the entrance of the residential building. But they still used the same excuse to pass through the entrance.
　　
"Knock. Knock."
Jing Mouyou gently knocked on the door of room 302.
Soon, a confused and sleepy voice appeared from inside the room. "My God, Who is it? At this time…."
　　
"Doctor, it is me, Xiao Jing." Jing Mouyou replied.
　　
As soon as she finished, the man inside the room began to murmur something in English with his sleepy voice while slowly walking towards the door. It seemed like the person had been woken up by the knock. In the quiet corridor, Chu Yunsheng could even hear the sound made by that person's slippers.
"Click."
The door was opened, a black man took a brief glance outside the door using his sleepy eyes and yawned. "Xiao Jiang, why are you looking... Oh my god. Oh my god... "
The man staggered back in panic as if he had seen something terrifying.
　　
"Bang!" The door was slammed closed.
　　
It quickly followed by the sound of someone praying behind the door.
　
"Doctor?"
Before Jing Mouyou could finish, Chu Yunsheng interrupted her and said. "Edgar, it is me, I am not dead. Open the door."
　　
Only after a few minutes did the praying sound finally stopped behind the door. Then the door was slowly opened again. But it was only opened slightly.
　
Edgar peeked through the door for almost 3 three minutes before he finally broke into tears of happiness. "God bless, oh, god bless, Mr. Lennon you are still alive."
　　
Chu Yunsheng quickly pushed the door wide open and said. "God has already quit his job, how is he going to bless me? I need to ask you a quick question."
　　
Seeing Chu Yunsheng's stern face, although Edgar was still trying to process the information that Chu Yunsheng was still alive, he still stopped talking.
　
"Xiao Jing, please do me one more favor, please get Jiang Qianqin and Cao Zhengyi for me. Apart from those two, don't alert anyone. Please keep it secret." Chu Yunsheng walked toward the living room and said. He then pointed at the girl he saved and added. "Take her with you as well. Watch her, and don't let her leave this place."
　　
"Ah?" Jing Mouyou was confused.
　　
And the girl who Chu Yunsheng saved was terrified. Edgar, Jing Mouyou, Jiang Qianqin, Cao Zhengyi, any one of those people would kill her easily. But the man standing in front of her was like their boss, commanding them doing things for him.
　
...
After two people left, Chu Yunsheng glanced around at the living room and found himself a place to sit. There was a strange glowing spore plant in the corner of the room, it gave out enough light for Chu Yunsheng to explore around the room.
　　
"Mr. Lennon, how did you..."
　　
"Edgar, I have an important thing... "
Two people suddenly talked at the same time.
　　
"I'll tell you in detail when I have time. But now, listen to me first. It is very important." Chu Yunsheng looked at his watch and said. There were only two hours left.
"I am going to America now. There are only two hours left, you can decide now if you want to come with me or not... "
　
"Going to America?!" Edgar was almost shouted out loud.
　
Chu Yunsheng waved his hands to signal Edgar to lower his voice and sit down. "Let me finish. Don't interrupt me. I am going to America. But it is very risky, it is even riskier than the time when we tried to escape from Jin Ling city. You may lose your life at any time, so you need to think..."
　　
"Mr. Lennon, I will go with you, even if I am going to die, I will still go with you. I could not stop thinking about Tina and my kids in these years, this kind of torment is driving me crazy every day." Edgar interrupted Chu Yunsheng once again.
　　
"Edgar, you are over excited. Just calm down and think it through properly until Old Cao comes here. Once you leave here, there is no way back!" Chu Yunsheng shook his head and said.
Edgar gritted his teeth and said. "Mr. Lennon, I have already made my decision, I do not need to think about it again. I will go with you."
Chu Yunsheng nodded his head and said. "Okay, since you are going, there are two things I need to tell you."
　　
"Just say it, Mr. Lennon." Edgar was still very excited.
"There are reasons why I ask you to go there with me. One of them is that I need you to be my guide, my interpreter. The second thing is that the method that I am going to take you to American is not a normal method. You will not remember anything during the trip. You will only feel like you just fell asleep. Of course, there is also a risk that you may end up never waking up again. So here is your second chance to think about it again..." Chu Yunsheng carefully explained.
Saying Edgar was not worried was lying. Especially when he heard Chu Yunsheng saying that he might never be able to wake up again. Everyone was scared to die, especially him, However, he really could not stand the torment of being separated from his family anymore. So he gritted his teeth and nodded his head heavily.
　
"Mr. Lennon, I have thought it carefully already. This is my only chance. And I trust you. Even if I will never be able to wake up again. I still want to go home. I want to see Tina and my kids."
"Okay, still the old rules, remember, do not ask me any questions. Do you understand?"
　　
Seeing Edgar nodded his head, Chu Yunsheng also let out a sigh of relief. "Great. I am going to take a quick nap. Wake me up after one hour. Then let's go to America together!"
　
But just when he wanted to lay down on the sofa, Edgar spoke to him again. "Mr. Lennon, there is one thing I don't know if I should tell you..." his tone was filled with hesitation.
　　
"What is it?" Chu Yunsheng asked unconcernedly.
　　
"It is about Tan Ning." Edgar thought for a few seconds, and finally said it out.


Chu Yunsheng, an ordinary white-collar worker one day discovered his family heirloom book shined a bizarre light by accident. Out of curiosity, he tried to study the heirloom book.
After studying for a long time, he still only understood a few symbols written in the book. However, he was shocked when he figured out what messages the book tried to tell him: The sun will disappear, humanity will be doomed...
He tried to spread the message but no one believed him; his family and friends even tried to take him to see the psychiatrist. Eventually, he gave up telling anyone but prepared for the apocalypse in secret...
Until one day, the sun really disappeared…
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Since 1888, the five-year plan for Bulgaria was launched, and railways were the top priority. No matter in the era of the Stam government or the Ferdinand era, no matter how the domestic situation changed, it did not interfere with the normal construction of the railway.
In order to ensure the smooth completion of the railway plan and to save costs, the Stam period began to send criminals to the site as labor.
Mr. Stam's cabinet allowed the police to run rampant, initially to fight against competitors, later to raise funds, and it did not mean to find a batch of cheap labor.
With the unfolding of the vindication work, many false and injustice cases during the Stam period have been investigated and a large number of innocent people have been released. The railway project is now facing the difficulty of labor shortage.


Although Bulgaria is not widely described, it is a fact that people are scarce. Although a large number of peasants went bankrupt before, it has been almost digested due to the advancement of industrialization.
With some choices, few people are willing to build railways, even though railway workers are paid more.
But the railway project at the end of the 19th century was equivalent to the death project, and accidents at work could not be more normal. Even if someone is forced to make a living, they can't do it, and they have a chance to make a living.
Now Constantine is worried and there are not enough workers. Even if he has sent all the criminals to the job site, the staffing gap is still serious!
In the era when there was no machinery and it was carried on its shoulders, coolie was indispensable. In order to complete the project on time, the engineers gave an astonishing figure, at least 50,000 laborers.
When this number came up, Constantine was dumbfounded, which means that there is still a 40,000 labor gap.
Bulgaria now has more than 3 million people. It is hard to ascend the sky to gather so many railway workers. Since there is no way, you can only continue to report.
Chekov, who was on duty in the cabinet, ushered in an uninvited guest. Constantine came, and he brought the engineer with him.
Seeing Constantine and his party confused, Tchikov asked wonderingly, "Constantine, what's going on?"


Constantin did not get into the house, and went straight to the subject, saying, "Mr. Chekov, I came to you today mainly for railway issues."
Tchikov asked seriously: "What happened to the railway project?"
"No!" Constantine said affirmatively
Chekov let go of his heart and said, "God bless, just be fine!"
但是 "But worse than that!" Constantine's next sentence confused Chekov again.
"What is it?" Chekov asked
还是 "Let the engineer tell you!" Constantine said in distress
Chekov said depressed, "Well, whoever said the same!"
Chief Engineer Lauren Holman said with a stern expression: "Dear Mr. Chekov, now the railway project is going well, but we are in big trouble!"
After hearing this, Duchkov was even more puzzled. Now that everything is going well, what troubles can there be? Immediately asked: "What a big trouble?"
Lauren Holman responded rigidly: "We lack enough labor!"
Chekov's heart eased and asked, "How much is missing?"
Lauren Holman calmly said, "To ensure a smooth completion, at least 43,000 workers will be needed, and the project budget will increase by 50%!"
什么 "What? How is this possible? This is far from the original plan?" Chekov said incredulously
"Mr. Chekov, please believe in our professionalism! These are the results calculated by our technicians after the actual measurement!" Lauren Holman said cautiously
Duchkov was still unbelievable and asked in doubt: "Sorry, Mr. Lauren, I am not questioning your professionalism, but this gap is too big!"
"I can only say sorry for this. At that time, we had insufficient estimates of the transportation environment in Bulgaria. While we were building the railway, we had to invest a lot of manpower to build highways, and the construction of the Rila Mountains was more difficult. Imagine! "Explained Lauren Holman
After listening to Lauren's words, Chekov's face suddenly changed color. He knew that this was really a big trouble, a big trouble beyond the scope of the cabinet.
I saw Chekov say with a bitter smile: "God bless! Constantine, you really brought a big trouble!"
"Chekov, I don't want to!" Constantine said in distress
麻烦 This is too much trouble. Whether the five-year plan can be completed is also an important factor in whether the temporary cabinet can be normalized.
Duchkov thought about it and decided to report it to Ferdinand. He is no longer optimistic that the railway plan can be successfully completed. In the current situation in Bulgaria, it is not possible to gather so many workers in a short time anyway.
Ferdinand, who had just been idle, was enjoying the dance in the palace. Several beautiful girls are performing lively, and the clothes are designed by Ferdinand himself.
Clear and transparent, the waves are choppy on the top, and the long legs brushed on the bottom are tempting and beautiful. Ferdinand is not interested in a day's prostitution  This is just Ferdinand A dancer is about to go further. Suddenly Alice came in and said shyly, "His Grand Duke, Mr. Chekov and Mr. Constantine are here. To them they also brought three strangers!"


Ferdinand said with a little disappointment: "I see, I'll be right there!" After saying that Ferdinand let go of the woman in her arms, looked at the shy Alice, and suddenly smiled badly, scaring Alice in a hurry Just run.
The single dog career of the previous life was just decent after crossing Ferdinand, but was soon corroded by the life of nobles. Although it has not yet reached the level of promiscuity, at least the nobility's no-cover meeting, Ferdinand, who is afraid of the disease, has not participated, and of course the women around her have not been lacking.
I realized that there was still something to do, Ferdinand decided to let Alice go first, and strode towards the main hall.
I saw Chekov and others, and Ferdinand, who was upset, did not give them a chance to speak. Because Lauren Holman was originally invited by Ferdinand, so I met him once, so I knew what was happening as soon as I saw him. Ask directly: "You are all here, but what's wrong with the railway project?"
Seeing that Ferdinand was in a bad mood, he didn't dare to sell him, and immediately said, "God bless, the railway project is going well, but now we are short of labor!"
"Oh!" Ferdinand responded and waited. It is not uncommon to find railways lacking labor. It is not strange, but it is not normal for him to come to him for a small problem.
Chekov thought for a while, but still insisted: "According to the calculation of Lauren engineers, we now need at least 43,000 laborers to complete the project on schedule!"
After listening to this data, Ferdinand couldn't believe it and said, "What? You tease me! Do you need so much labor?"

A history of the birth of the Bulgarian Empire, a history of struggle in the small Balkan nations! The protagonist crosses Ferdinand I, leading Bulgaria’s rise.

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