More than 500 years have passed since World war 3, A war that changes everything. 

humanity has long recovered from the effect of war, they lost some but also gains more.

But the Scars of war remains Monster, and Beast roams the Earth, and many places remain deadly because of radiations, but humanity is strong and able to persist and even surpasses their ancestors in terms of technology. 

A boy receives the greatest gift in the form of the Factory System, now everything he needs is within his grasp, he only needs to build it. Join Arc in his adventure to uncover the secret of the system and the universe.

PS. I'm doing this by myself, and I'm no expert in English so don't expect much, I'm just doing this for fun.. if you have any suggestions let me know every bit of it helps. Oh, and the cover is not mine to the owner feel free to message me if you want me to take it down thanks...

More than 500 years have passed since World war III, A war that changed everything.

Humanity has long since recovered from the war's effect. Many human lives were lost, in return they also gained much more.

But the Scars of war remains. Monsters and Beasts roam the Earth, and many places remain deadly due to radiation. Still, humanity stood firm and was able to persist and even surpass their ancestors in terms of science and technology.

One day! A boy receives the greatest gift in the universe, in the form of a System that can produce factories. Now everything he needs is within his reach. He only needs to grasp this opportunity. But it won't be so easy, as he finds himself surrounded in a quagmire of conspiracies and attacks from powerful gods and demons that are trying to spread chaos in the universe. 

Follow Arc in his adventures to uncover the secrets of the System and the universe, while creating a safe haven for him and his loved ones.

PS. I'm doing this by myself, and I'm no expert in English, so don't expect much. I'm just doing this for fun.. if you have any suggestions let me know every bit of it helps.

Gaia changed her name to Nammu, moving to Anubia as her new home. She kept her profile low, staying out of grid, to prevent accidental exposure of herself. She chooses the lush Meadow Forest as her house, staying inside a cave, enchanting it to make sure no one could enter nor find it.
Anubia was still in the cusps of economic boom. It was a relatively peaceful time. She decided to work with a factory dealing with the production of metals sheets, meant for car and heavy industrial. 
Nammu's gregarious nature earned her easy friendship with her colleagues. She was in a funk, earning a decent living, admiring the beauty of Earth, the perfect balance of nature and modernity side by side in harmony giving her good vibes of this country. 
She worked in a relatively popular factory; Mega Steel Inc. owned by a vampire clan. It was not a public listed company, the shares were held by the shareholders and their families, preventing outsiders from clouding their judgments and decisions. So far it has worked in their favour because it was simply prosperous. 
Rumour has it that they were one of the oldest clans of vampire, powerful and strong. Even though they presented themselves as ordinary beings, attentive to the problems and issues that arise from a factory, they always knew in their hearts to keep their distance. Maintain their bloodline as pure as they could.
So, when the eldest son of the Mega Steel Inc, the heir of the company was told to find a bride, everyone was elated. Finally, they could have a chance to step into the ladder of the rich and famous. To get a taste of that luxury they needed to be vampires (which broke the hearts of non-vampire beings). However, that did not stop the girls from gushing over the fact the most eligible bachelor of Anubia was going to tie the knot soon.
Nammu merely shook her heads, this man must be popular enough for people to swoon over him. There was a party held in a ballroom of a hotel, in the pretext of interviewing so-called to be brides.
So, on that fine day, she took it upon herself to see what the fuss was all about. Nammu checked herself in the hotel, donning a uniform of a servant to get a closer look at the said vampire. She did not remember his name, but it sounded Russian to her ears.
As she entered the ballroom, balancing a tray of food on her hands, she moved to scan the people inside the ballroom. Not knowing how he looked like, she had to judge people and observe them real hard. She knew if a person was important, he either sat in the centre with his family flanking his sides or he was probably smoking pot in the urinal, trying to escape all this madness.
That thought alone made her smile, and she captured the attention of Maxim Khorkina, the son of Leonid Khorkina the boss of Mega Steel Inc, who turned his head towards the waitress in the guise of Nammu. For a second, he was mesmerized by her ethereal beauty, everything around him running in a blur of colours, his focus only on her. He watched her drop the plate gracefully, picking up the empty tray, stacking them without a single sound, her eyes taking in everything around her in amusement.
A corner of Maxim's lips upturned at the thought of the waitress smiling at his predicament. But she was not wrong. He was made to sit in an elevated platform in the ballroom, in a high and fancy chair like a pompous piece of pom, while his family members interviewed one lady vampire after another. 
Maxim liked her face a lot, her eyes a strong colour of amber, something of a rarity for humans. It was like she captured all the colours of the sun inside her eyeballs. When her eyes reached him, a realization flickered into her eyes and she quickly averted her eyes.
Nammu walked away, her heart skipped a beat at the heir of the factory she worked, sitting on a throne-like chair. She wanted to see his handsome face again, but keeping her dress in mind she exited, regretting her choice of being a waitress.
When she stepped into the washroom, the door behind her locked with a click. Nammu was alert of being followed, amused even because she figured it to be the handsome vampire she longed to see.
`Excuse me', Maxim cleared his throat, walking closer to her until her back hit the edge of the porcelain sink.
`Yes, sir. How may I help you?', she smiled, crossing her hands over each other.
`I…I was wondering if you are a vampire or a human?', he asked sheepishly.
`Sir, with the dress I wore I can assure you I am no vampire', she replied, staring into his pale brown eyes, the colour of a light tree branch. Such a warm eye colour for a vampire, she thought.
Maxim kept quiet, thinking over something, chewing the insides of his mouth before he came to a decision. `May I see you again?'
Nammu raised her eyebrows, her stomach feeling all fuzzy again. 
Maxim noted her surprise and quickly spoke `I mean, I would like to know you better, if that is okay with you', his eyes quickly darted to her lips, beautiful with a tinge of rose colour on it.
`Well, why don't we introduce ourselves first?', Nammu suggested, eyeing the vampire with curiosity.
`Errr…I am Maxim', he placed his hand out to her.
`Nammu Kaija', she added a Slavic name behind. Maxim the ever gentleman took her hands and kissed her knuckles, his soft lips, shooting electricity over her.
`I hope to see you again, Nammu. Where do you live?', he asked, still keeping his hand on hers.
`I am nearer than you think, sir', she replied cheekily, making him smile at her reply.
`Please, no formalities, Maxim will do', he brushed a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ears.
`You are beautiful', his voice husked, his body near to her, so near he could hear her heart racing slightly, blood rushing fast to her cheeks, reddening them.
`Nammu', he husked, moving his hand to caress her cheek.
A loud bang stopped him from doing anything further.
`MAXIM! Are you there?', a voice shouted.
Maxim turned to the door, taking one last look at Nammu, who waved a small goodbye. With a heavy heart, he opened the door to see his manager, fuming at him. without saying a word, Maxim walked back to the dais, the fake throne for him to sit. 
He was unhappy, being made to sit like a dog. He knew better, he was ageing, and a bride was not a bad choice given the timing was just right.
Approximately 10 years ago, he was not given many choices in life but told to follow a chosen path where strict discipline and the impressive outcome was the end result of whatever he did. Maxim Khorkina had other siblings, but all of them were girls, so the burden to set himself as an example and of course to take over the company was instilled in him since young.
So, what made him change his mind when he found the girl earlier? What kind of sorcery did she use? Was she a witch or worse a hybrid? His father told him to avoid the wizards and witches, saying they were scums of the earth. But Maxim never felt the same way, believing in equality for all. He secretly allowed humans, vampires, hybrids to work in his father's factory.
The day his father, Leonid found out, he had a big argument with Maxim. All the anger and aguish bottled up over the years bubbled over, causing him to lash out hysterically, tears streaming down his eyes with each word spoken in sheer rage and anger. Maxim did not hold himself back, blaming his father for his misery and his calculated moves. Maxim challenged his father to hand over his precious factory to someone who deserved to be his puppet because he did not want to be one.
Leonid was taken aback that night, he questioned himself repeatedly. What went wrong in his methods? He hugged Maxim, something he rarely did and subdued his son. Leonid spent a night thinking about his son, concluding the next day, to give his son a breathing space.
10 years passed after that incident with his son, Leonid included her daughters in his factory management, listening to what his children had to say. He was an old vampire, who learned the lessons of life the hard way, so when a new generation of vampires and hybrids came along, so did new innovations and advancement in technology. Leonid embraced it wholeheartedly, despite not wanting to. For his son, he would change his ways. He did not want Maxim to kill himself. Never that.
Currently, Leonid did not know that Nammu and Maxim were at the verge of falling in love with each other. He was too busy to notice Maxim leaving after the waitress, and when his son came back looking grumpy, he made sure to talk to Maxim, cheering him up a little when he promised to end the interview soon.
Maxim was only too happy to leave the ballroom when the clock ticked 9:00 pm. He could sleepover and have a good dream about that lady with amber eyes.


2 brothers. Rich and affluent vampires. Both fell for the same girl, except she is a child of mother earth with powers and strength which makes her a force to be reckoned with.

Ace and Hadwin Wagner met Astrid when she saved Hadwin's from an accident. Set in a fictional city of Anubia, with lush forests and city intertwined to form a prosperous country.

A modern city where both humans and vampires live in relative harmony until a mutation threatens to ripple the balance. Will both brother still fight for the very person who could be their death or turn it into their saviour? Whom will Astrid choose? 

A snippet of the novel as below:

Astrid drank the warm lemon honey water and stared at his chest again. She could not help herself but ask, `The words on your chest. What does it mean?’

`Show me?’ Ace smirked.

Astrid knew what he was doing, and she played along. Her fingers trailed to the Japanese words and stopped there.

`Zephyr belongs to me.’ He muttered.

`And this?’, Astrid spoke softly, her fingers moving to the opposite direction. 

`Divine, precious lady. Time for action now’. He grabbed her fingers and started kissing each, starting from the base to their tips, maintaining his eye contact with her. It was so sensual and stimulating, his soft lips kissing as if her fingers were her lips. Astrid felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Her left hand unconsciously, touch his face and he leaned on her hands, she mustered enough courage to prevent her mind from going into an overdrive of sentiments, and uttered `I need to pee’.

Ace chuckled and smooched her cheek.

The image belong to Avatar the Last Airbender.

The best revenge is massive success – FRANK SINATRA
Somewhere in New York, eight years later
Oh my God. Oh my God. I'm so late. What's going to happen when I die and my body's never found? Will anybody care? Or will I be one of those unsolved cases in a file somewhere? Cat looked down at her watch and began to pray for divine intervention once more.
She was officially two hours late for her meeting. Two whole frickin' hours. Crap.
She tried to push herself along the sea of humanity that had just emptied from a nearby subway. Somewhere between a jog and a run in her expensive six inch heels, Cat deftly maneuvered along the sidewalk. She kept up a slew of steady curses in her mind and cursed the cab driver who had picked today of all days to get a flat tire. 
After all it hadn't been the dark skinned middle-aged cabbie's fault that her private jet had had to make a turn midway from Washington to New York. It sure as death and taxes wasn't his fault that her boss had deigned to give Cat a new assignment.  Just as she was on her way to Washington to wrap up a case. It also wasn't the funky smelling driver's mistake, who lamely hit on her throughout the ride as she pretended to ignore him that she had gotten just 45 minutes or so to do her research. She had to brush up and familiarize herself with an entirely new project at a moment's notice.
Damn it. She had a whole process and on top of that she liked to be well prepared and in control of things.
She'd landed in New York fifteen minutes earlier than expected and was the only good thing to have happened to her that day. Because didn't the good times just start rolling then. Cat's lady luck had probably done a swan dive right into the tequila factory and passed out or gone down for good - because then there had been the mother lode of all mishaps.
Seeing as she'd been stuck in New York traffic for the better part of an hour, the cab breaking down within minutes of reaching her destination had been the last straw.
Deciding to run for it, she alighted from the cab in a hurry and her jacket sleeve got caught while closing the door. A much appreciated- not, ripping sound and some frantic tugging later, she realized that more than half the full sleeves of her black Macy's jacket had been irreparably ripped – as the cab sped off. Less so in deference to the mid-July heat and warm sunshine and more to the seriously ruined garment, Cat stowed it in her case.
Instructed by Casanova Cabbie that the offices of Knight Inc. were located just two blocks away, she hoped to at least make it to her destination if not the appointment.
She grabbed her beat-up luggage and thought about how to salvage the situation. The aroma of fresh baked bread from a nearby bakery made her realize she hadn't even had breakfast yet. As the cars piled up on the street because of her broken-down cab she heard another sound.
Craccccck.
Suddenly losing her balance, she instinctively pushed out her hands to keep from falling. Cat quickly bent to break off the other heel and seemingly oblivious to the admiring glances of other passerby, dashed off.
She finally made it and huffed out a tired sigh as she paused to admire the view before her. John Singer the famous architect of Knight Inc. Towers had once joked that this building was his greatest achievement. Never again in his career would he get another chance to create such a masterpiece again. Also that he would rather get his hands cut off than try to even replicate or build another paltry facsimile to it. And it was.
Like a modern impressionist masterpiece, the structure showcased a compound-style entrance to the building. Boasting a 30 foot soaring phoenix against the backdrop of cleverly hidden fountains that mimicked falling rain was a sight to behold. It should have been pretentious, at least symbolically - but it wasn't. Swaying moisture droplets from the waterfall stirred the warm breeze and gave the bronze statue a multicolored halo-like effect. The sweepingly curved edges and polished chrome of the building rising to the skies behind it was equally, if not more awe-inspiring.
The exterior was pure chrome and glass encasing the opulence within, which was even more impressive, if possible. A set of big glass elevators facing floor-to-ceiling windows graced the entrance with a reception and security desk on opposite sides of the room. People scurried to and fro from the entrance flashing their employee cards on a biometric scanner going through metal detectors. The guards checked each individual's personal belongings and waved a security wand over them. She wasn't one for concrete monsters and was more of a romantic-moldings-and-arches architecture kind of girl. But Singer's labor of love was truly impressive art in the purest sense of the word.
Hmm, so this building houses some of the brightest minds of the country developing everything from cutting-edge technology to the cure for cancer.
Rushing into the reception, she remembered reading the report her boss Max had e-mailed to her. The building comprised of ninety floors not counting the ten floors in the basement which were for employee parking alone. There were three separate cafeterias on three middle floors that cooked a different cuisine every week. A personal apartment and private helipad were also housed on the top floor.
Ah, the life of the rich, young and entitled.
"Hi. My name is Katharine Dugall. How may I help you?" A cheery good-looking blonde with baby blues and pouty lips sitting behind the reception's glass desk asked her.
"Catrina Banning, U.S. military liaison, I have an appointment with Mr. Knight," she handed over her leather encased credentials.
"Yes. I was told to show you up as soon as you came in. Come along with me. You can store your luggage in the coatroom next to you."
Wow. No disses and no lip, though her pursed lips and annoyed expression conveyed her feelings quite clearly. Generally in her experience prissy secretaries like Katharine usually reminded others of how their boss was Lord of the Universe and surely, no one was as tardy as her for meeting with God.
Riding up in the elevator to a level before the top floor required Katharine to swipe her card on the console and punch in a code on the switchboard. When the glass doors closed, she studied her reflection. The image of a not very calm and composed professional, unlike her usual self, stared back at her. She wished she had taken the time to at least lose the high color and impatient, angry look in her eyes.
"This is Claire Douglas, Mr. Knight's secretary. She will take you to meet him," Katherine gestured to the desk situated outside the elevator.
Another shorter, blonde and peppy secretary asked her to wait in the lounge outside the big doors of the boss's inner sanctum. She took in the lush, red velvet ankle deep carpets decked with inviting sofas in softly burnished cream that invited one to daydream.
Probably designed to lull competitors and enemies into a false sense of security.
Her thoughts turned to the reclusive, enigmatic and eccentric chairman of Knight Inc. who put even Howard Hughes to shame. Obsessively private and notoriously infamous for being media-shy - as was evidenced by his non-file photo in Max's files - she felt a little nervous about the upcoming meeting. But then a totally random thought crossed her mind.
If he was such a self-acclaimed loner, the number of affairs he'd been said to have was directly disproportional to his reputation.
She was so lost in her musings that she didn't notice Claire's return who was trying to get her attention.
"...Are you Ok, Ms. Banning?"
"I'm fine. Sorry, just taking in the impressive décor."
"It is, indeed. Please follow me now."
She was ushered inside the offices of the man himself and a sinking feeling invaded her stomach. Just seconds before, Cat had been awed and strangely nervous but she started to feel shaky, as she glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the huge mahogany desk. The city that never slept sprawled in the distance and being at such a magnificent height, she dimly registered the awesome view of the dirty harbor at one end and the elegant skyscrapers atop crowded streets at the other. Her quick glance took in the side walls adorned with heartbreaking beautiful paintings she would have been content to stare at all day long.
Huge waves tossing a lone sailboat. A village girl in front of her house with a sad expression. A riveting Jackson Pollock that aroused warmth and feelings of absolute chaos that oddly enough echoed inside her at that moment.
Too caught up in the abstract painting Cat was distracted by the sound of trickling water playing in a ceramic fountain in the corner behind her. An angelic looking boy pouring water from the well to an ethereal looking girl cupping her hands in front of him.
But even as she took in the room a memory flashed. It was gone as quickly as it had come. But before she could realize what had happened the chair behind the desk was turning. She'd avoided looking in the direction of the raw field of magnetism and power as soon as she'd entered the room. But even as her heart sped up and the pit in her stomach intensified, she knew a feeling of dread so strong that she actually felt faint with it.
But then it was too late and she was staring down into his unbelievingly still handsome face.
"Catrina fucking Banning. So I take it hell has finally frozen over?"

They met when they never should have. Pushed together and then pulled apart by the world. Catrina and Alex's worlds collide.

Her dark, tortured soul was born in secrets and lies. 

His ruthless, eccentric personality protects what he forged with lies and deception.

After losing everyone she has ever loved at the hands of a manipulative, ruthless psychopath Cameron 'El Demonio' Navarr, it becomes Catrina 'Cat' Banning's mission as an Undercover CIA Agent to seek revenge against him. At all costs. Her life takes an unexpected turn when, eight years later she comes face to face with her past.

Alexander Michael James Knight has had a tough upbringing. His story may read like the typical 'rags-to-riches'. But he has had to sacrifice his dreams and true self to raise his family legacy - Knight Inc to new heights. A new device made by the company catches the attention of 'El Demonio' that has the power to destroy the world in the wrong hands. He has to protect all that he has built. At all costs. Even if he has to stand up against his past.

Will they ever be able to uncover the secrets and lies between them? Will they ever find out about the other's deception? Can they overcome their past to reunite?

"I mean, we need to decide on the proportion of profits in advance. What we're concerned about is the sales company taking more profits than the manufacturing factory. I know you won't deceive us, so I think I can trust you to take care of the sales business for our factory here once we decide on the profits proportion. In return for that, let me give you the exclusive sales rights in Korea," said Na. 
Hearing what he said, Hyunwoo felt that Na had been preparing for a sales operation in Korea. When Hyunwoo introduced Sangyun to Na, Na must have proposed the sales branch idea to Hyunwoo, thinking the right moment had come at last. 
In fact, that didn't matter to Hyunwoo. His goal was to open a sales market for N&C products, not to take away money through sales profits. Also, he thought that the opening of a sales company could give his lethargic father some vigor in life when he took on a role there. 
"Okay, then. Please make a draft on the sales operation here and send it to me. After I review it, let me sign it and send it back to you."
"What do you want to call the new company?"
He came across one without hesitation.
"I think N&C Korea seems to be a good name."
"I think so too. Actually, I have a draft contract prepared already. I've been thinking it over for several days. Let me email it to you a little later. If you like it, we can adjust the details before finalizing it."
Most of the contract clauses were okay to Hyunwoo. 
What he noticed above all was the clause about the division of profits.
<The manufacturing company and the sales company make public the manufacturing cost and the sale price. They regard the difference as the profit, out of which the manufacturing takes away 60~70% and the sales company 30~40%>
In other words, the sales company should not take more profits than the manufacturing company, according to the clause. That clause could also mean that even the sales company could take at least 30% of the profits.
If Hyunwoo negotiated on the unit price well, he could make big profits.
The period of the contract was five years, and it could be extended automatically without mutual objection. 
Though he reviewed it closely several times, Hyunwoo liked the contract anyway.
"Okay, let's go ahead. I'm going to designate my father as the president of this sales company. I'll talk to him and let you know."
"That's a very good idea. Just let me know."
After the call, Hyunwoo moved to the main bedroom. 
Seated in a chair, his father was watching a soap opera with his mother.
"What's up?"
"I've got something to tell you."
Only then did his mother, who had lost herself in the TV drama, turn her head to him.
"Won't you go back into business?"
"Business?"
Astonished by his son's suggestion, he opened his eyes wider, and his mother was startled, too.
Hyunwoo told him about all the details of the sales company he was going to set up.
The more they listened to him, the more they were surprised because he had never told them he had invested in a factory in Vietnam, and the amount of the investment was as much as 300 million won.
His father, who had once started a big business, seemed to feel somewhat burdensome to hear the amount of the investment. 
"Don't you think that it's too risky? What if the factory goes bankrupt?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I already went there and confirmed the factory. Since they made a contract with Aurum, it has been stable."
Hyunwoo explained it in detail.
Jang Duyoung, his father, once owned a big business. Though his business didn't go well, he had done a lot of research on management for his business. 
The more he listened to his son's explanation, his nervousness began to dissipate. Instead, his trust in the success of son's business began to grow. 
"So, all I have to do is find a local dealer and then introduce him to you, right? You don't need any investment money, either, right?"
"Yes, daddy. This is just a paperwork business."
"And you're taking 30~40% of the profits?"
Hyunwoo nodded his head. His father's eyes were already sparkling because he felt that there was no risk at all when he took into account all the factors. He liked the fact that Hyunwoo was a stockholder of N&C, above all. There was no chance that he would see his profits ripped off by a fake manufacturing cost.
"What am I supposed to do now? As you know, I can't move around for the sales."
"All you have to do is register the business with the authorities."
"What about sales? Are you going to work as a salesman? Why don't you hire a smart salesman?"
His father was already more enthusiastic about the new business than his son.
Obviously, he was convinced in its success.
"I don't think we're making enough profits to hire a salesman. I'm not going to go out as a salesman in the field, and there will be a few calls, of course."
"Do you have any particular idea in mind?"
"Well, I'm going to make the best use of the internet."
"Is it enough?"
"I'd like to give it a try anyway. I think I can make it."
His father nodded his head.
"Okay, then. I'll stop by the tax office with your mother tomorrow."

***
Mr. Na sent Hyunwoo an estimate cost of the castor to be supplied to Myungsung Inc.  Sanggyun, an alumnus of Hyunwoo, was an employee with that company.
Hyunwoo emailed it to him and called him, saying,
"I wanted to make a proposal paper to you, but I really can't do it without knowing the unit price of the Chinese part. Tell your material department about the unit cost and feel out if they can make a joint proposal on this."
"Got it. Thanks."
In the meantime, Jang Duyoung, Hyunwoo's father, was done registering the business with the tax office. Hyunwoo immediately got down to work seriously. First, he opened an internet cafe on the portal site. If he posts a detailed introduction of N&C, the visitors could understand what the company was doing without him going to the trouble of explaining it by himself. On the main screen of the internet cafe, he put out this comment:
<N&C Korea puts substance before showing-off. It doesn't have salesmen or warehouses, and it doesn't have a homepage. We'll give you the cheapest unit price by cutting all the available costs.>
Hyunwoo displayed on its main screen a list of the products N&C produced in Vietnam. He also showed the proper sales prices that took into account the manufacturing cost, shipping, and the profit. The sales price was set in proportion to the number of the orders. As N&C had sent him a list of the products and their unit prices, all he had to do was post them on the internet cafe.
In the meantime, Hyunwoo got a call from Sangyun. His voice was not bright. 
"Well, our material department doesn't like it. They say it's more expensive than the Chinese part."
"It could be because N&C products focus more on the quality than on the price. By the way, is the price difference big enough? Did you confirm it?"
"Yea, I confirmed it barely. I see the price difference is rather big. The Vietnamese part is 7% more expensive than the Chinese part."
The moment Hyunwoo heard it, he felt he could persuade Sangyun.
"That's not expensive at all. It is much cheaper."
"Cheaper? How come?"
"Looks like your material department doesn't know about the FTA. The HS code of castors is 8302.20-0000. You have to pay an 8% import duty if you buy castors from China. However, if you import the parts from Vietnam, the import duty is 0% under the FTA between Korea and ASEAN members. In other words, there is already an 8% difference import duties alone."
"Oh, I didn't know that."
"And you have to think about the quality of the products. Chinese parts have a defective rate. If I were the president, I would buy parts that were a little bit more expensive to lower ratio of defectives."
"You're right. Can I talk to the material department about this again?"
"Just make your own proposal. Why do you want to share your credit with them when you already found out the unit price of the Chinese part? They also already rejected your proposal anyway."
"Can you make a draft proposal then? I just don't know anything about it."
"Got it. Let me make one and email it to you."
Hyunwoo immediately drafted a proposal for his friend. He had a relevant proposal form that Aurum had prepared before. 
Myungsung Inc. was importing castors worth about $60,000 from China every year. When Hyunwoo calculated the cost saving by taking into account the import unit price and the import duty, he found out that about $6000 would be saved every year.
If he received the samples and tested them, he would realize that the actual cost savings would be much more than the estimate. 
Hyunwoon sent the completed draft proposal to Sangyun, and he would have to take care of the rest.
Forgetting about the Myungsung project, Hyuwnoo moved on to the next stage of the N&C Korea project. It was a media promotion campaign. As Aurum had already spread press releases about N&C, Hyunwoo thought the promotion would be enough. 
Then, he did research on how many companies were using industrial castors for their products and made promotion pamphlets in the name of N&C Korea before mailing them to the relevant companies. That was all the promotion campaign Hyunwoo did.
After visiting a post office to mail them, Hyunwoo mumbled with a nervous expression,
"Will they ever contact me?"

***
"Manager, I've found it."
"Let me take a look at it."
At Hong Donggi's shouting, the purchasing team's manager, Jung Sangsu, quickly came to him. Hong's computer monitor was showing an internet cafe called N&C Korea.
Hong pointed one of his fingers at a specific part of the screen.
"It has opened for only two days. That's why I couldn't find the site."
"I see."
In excitement, Jung looked at the N&C site.
Blue Inc. was a company that made travel bags, and it was where Jung and Hong worked. The company was undergoing financial difficulties because its Chinese counterparts were about to overtake them in terms of quality and price. Also, the company set this year as the first year for innovation in the unit price and quality improvement. If it failed to bring about innovation, it had a plan to move its factory to China. 
As a result, the purchasing team had a fire under it, hellbent on surfing the internet sites and sending its staff to the raw material factories everyday to find cheaper and better quality parts. 
And then, the article about Aurum drew their attention. Though the furniture and traveller's bags seemed to be separate products, they had one thing in common, namely, using the castors on the bottom.
Checking the article, they found out that Aurum's original supplier of castors was in Taiwan, just like Blue. Aurum management tried to check out China and Southeast Asia's parts, but they could not change the supplier because of their poor quality and the high ratio of defects. In doing so, they happened to find N&C in Vietnam and finally succeeded in achieving the two goals of quality and price. 
Manager Jung Sangsu with Blue instructed his staff to find out about N&C, but they could not find it anywhere. So, they were about to contact Aurum about it when they found the internet cafe on the types of castors produced by N&C in Vietnam and the unit prices. The list of castors showed them that there were some similar to the castors that Blue needed.
Jung checked out the unit price and opened his eyes wide.
"Oh, 30 cent per piece! Isn't that same part that we import from Taiwan at 31 cents per piece?"
"Yes, only 1 cent difference."
Hong made a disappointing expression. He thought that the unit price would be cheaper because it was produced in Vietnam, but the difference was not that big.
But manager Jung thought differently. Hong didn't take into account an important factor. 
Actually, it was described here and there on the internet cafe website.
And that was the strength of the Vietnamese product.

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

The word 'bombed' echoed in my head like my head was empty.
"This can't be." I slowly removed the phone from my ear. I ran back to Adam and began shaking him rapidly. 

"Adam wake up, wake up," I whispered.

He yawned loudly and managed to open his eyes. His hands rubbed his eyes continuously until he was able to see well. "What is it?"

"No time for talk, I need you to lend me your car," I said hurriedly. 

"Why?"

"Oh my, just get up." I managed to lift him up from the chair and then put his arm around my shoulder to give him support. Slowly but steadily,  I carried him outside the club. It had begun to rain heavily."Where's your car?"

"Over there." He pointed at a retro car parked at the corner of the Club.

"I'm driving."

"No, I am. If we have an accident,  you won't die, but I will."

"Adam please hush and get into the car." I dragged him with force and put him at the back seat of his car. I had no time to argue with a drunken fellow. Besides, it was raining.  

I ignited the car and I could feel its engine revving under me. Adam leaned forward and mumbled gibberish. I sighed and pressed the pedal hitting it against the metal. Softly, splashing water droplets hit the car windows as I drive at a speed I didn't know. I could swear that I wasn't looking at the speedometer. All that was in my mind was to see my bombed factory. Why me? 

The sky was covered in a blanket of black, so much that I couldn't tell the difference between the sky and black tarred road of Hellsbound's streets. If I didn't have the headlights on,  I could have rammed someone on the streets.  The puddles I kept on encountering came every one minute. The whole town was drenched by the heavy downpour.  I began seeing streetlights when I got to the metropolitan part of Hellsbound. The nightlife was bustling with people as normal. I had to slow down cause the people in this part of the city cross the road like they own life itself.

I was getting nervous. I could fill my system heat up because of the intense nervousness. 
"Ian, what's going on?" Adam sounded conscious now.

"My factory has been bombed." I tried not to sound to pitiful. 

"You are joking right?"

"I don't joke with things like this." I mistakenly splashed water on someone walking along the streets. "I'm sorry!" I hope the person heard me.
Adam chuckled under his breath. What's so funny about my company being bombed?

"Why are you laughing?" I asked with a little annoyance in my voice.

"I can't believe a devil like you will apologise to humans."

"Oh." He wasn't laughing at my bad condition. "I've learnt a little bit about compassion since I started living on Earth." 

I swerved quickly avoiding a porthole. "Besides, not all devils are bad. Humanity has portrayed us as bad creatures with horns which is very sad. We have ambitions just like them, but they feel ours is bad."

"Are we going to the factory now?"

"Yes."

The factory was around the corner now. I could hear sirens and the smell of ash filled the air. I parked the car at the gate when we arrived and got out immediately, Adam followed suit. It had stopped raining now. 

In front of me, was my factory, which was now nothing more than an ugly skeleton on steel girders and burnt fabricated concrete slabs. The cloud above the site was filled with grey. Ashes filled the air like when dead leaves flow around the Milieu during autumn. There were people outside the gate protesting. The police were trying their best to calm the angry crowd. The HB press van was here too , I knew the press won't miss this chance for the world.

I peered deeper through the gate and saw the firefighters trying to cool the fire. I ran my shaky hands through my hair.
"Adam, I'm going in."

"Are you sure this is a good idea." He pointed at the press van. "Donald is here. You know how annoying he can be."

"I've got nothing to lose." I walked bravely to the gate knowing fully well what awaits me.

"There he is! Its Ian Hail!" Someone in the crowd yelled. The crowd turned their attention to me and began running towards me like a feeding frenzy. They all bumped into me, yelling curses. I felt a hand hit me on my head, it sent waves of shock to my spine. They were too many, I couldn't stop them. 
"You monster!" I heard one say.

"Stay away from him you freaks!" Adam yelled, trying to push them away from me. Soon, the police noticed my presence and came to my rescue. "Stand back," An officer said and tasered anyone in the crowd he could get his hands on."I'm sorry Mr. Hail. Please come in with us."

I followed the policeman and with much effort, I was able to pass the gate. The assemblers where destroyed and were now burnt with blackness engulfing them. My cars had turned into a ghost of their former self. The whole ground was filled with black. The whole building had crumbled to the ground. I saw the medic carrying wounded workers on stretchers.  I also saw some dead workers lying around, covered in white bedsheets. The entire site looked like coal was poured on it.

"Ian, this is really bad" Adam gapped mouth stare.

"Sir, I'm sorry about this," a voice from behind said. I knew it was Karen. I turned around and managed to give her a deadpan expression. 

"Mr Hail, this is a real mess. This is a clear sign that you can't manage your business. " I know that voice anywhere.

"Donald, how can I help you? " I asked and gritted my teeth. 

"By answering some questions" He sallied forth. "You wouldn't want to look suspicious would you?" He whispered.

A lackluster smile spawns on my face. "I'm not scared of you."

"You should be, roll the camera." He raises the mic up and keeps it close to his mouth. "This is your favourite reporter Donald Deman reporting live from the bombing of the Hellina car factory.  With me here is Ian Hail, CEO of Hellina inc. Mr Ian, many people are saying you orchestrated this bombing to reduce the staff of your company since you didn't have enough money to pay them. Is that true?"

"All accusations of me having a hand in this bombing is false. I won't and will never hurt my workers."

"Mr Ian, you have been managing this company for over 3 years now. People don't think you have done a lot. Since you took over, the company has seen a huge loss. Last two years you lived a lavish lifestyle and spent a lot of company money on clubbing. Don't you think it made the company lose money and because of that, you couldn't hire quality security to guard the premises?" Here goes the Donald Deman questions. 

I looked at him with utter disgust written all over my face. He smirked knowing that he had annoyed me.

I took a deep breath. "Last two years, I agree I was a total nut head. But now I've changed, I'm no longer the spoilt rich kid you all knew me to be. I want to send my condolences to the families that were affected by this tragedy, we'll do everything we can to make it up to them."

Donald chuckled. "There you go again. I'm sure you'll just compensate the family with heavy cheques and expect them to forget everything. Do you think money solves everything? " He rubbed his neatly shaved jaw. "This is a true sign that you aren't a qualified CEO. Do you think you are still fit to be the CEO of Hellina inc?"

I slammed my eyes shut and rubbed my temples. Why does Donald always have to be an arse?

"Okay Donald, that's enough questions for today," Adam said placing his hand on the camera of the cameraman. "Come on, let's leave here." He held my hand and pulled me away.
While we walked away I turned and looked back at Donald. He sketched a brief bow and assumed a regal pose. Arrogant arse.

"Sir, the board have scheduled a compulsory board meeting tomorrow by 12 noon," Karen said. 

I nodded my head and walked to the gate. The police caught sight of me and immediately escorted me outside the gate. It was harder to pass this time.

"You killed my husband!" Someone in the crowd wailed.

"My son worked for you, now he has only one leg!" Another yelled with hate written all over her voice.

After some minutes,  we were able to pass the gate. We got to where I parked Adam's car. To our surprise, the car was bashed. I didn't even recognise it again. The windshield was shattered. They even sprayed 'Ian is a dick' on the door! The windows were broken while the headlights were no more. 

Adam threw his gaze on me. "You owe me a new car."

"I know," I said nodding my head. "Let's worry  about leaving here first."
The crowd outside became more violent, they began throwing stones at us. One even hit a policeman on his head with a club. Soon, there was a war between the police and the angry crowd.

Suddenly a black jeep pulled out of nowhere. The window went down to reveal the driver. It was Timothy! 

"Get in! Hurry!" He yelled.
Without hesitation, we ran into the car and Timothy zoomed out of the warzone. 

When a compassionate devil comes to earth to stop his evil brother from spreading a demonic virus, he thinks everything will be easy.

Infiltrate his brother's organization, kill all his agents and go back to hell.

But life is never that easy is it?

Little did he know that his brother's plans are more than he expects.

Later on, He realizes he needs the help of his trusted assistant in hell, and shockingly, a human.

This human was to act as a dummy CEO to the company he owned. A company producing the drugs that cures the effect of his brother's demonic virus.

But soon our compassionate devil found out that it was a bad idea to use the human as a dummy. The life of the human and his loved ones was now put to danger and needed protection.

Will the devil be strong enough to protect the human and at the same time stop his greed blinded brother?

Will he be able to handle the betrayal of the person he least expected it from?

We all have our struggles and he was going to give all he's got to face his and conquer them.

United Nations, Seacliff Mining and Dungeon Town, Dungeon Level 12, Boss Room
The Lich King gave an unearthly cry, sending waves of goosebumps down Ciel and Justze's spines. They both froze in fear as they stared at the evil purple flames within the eye sockets of the Lich King's skull.
Both of them felt their consciousness been suck away deep into the eye sockets of the skull that seemed to pierce right into their very souls. They stood there shaking in terror like two mice caught in the glare of a very hungry cat.
"Don't stare at it!" Leon bellowed as he cleaved away the row of rotting skeletons before him. He grunted with effort as more skeletons pushed forward over the shattered bones of their brethren. "These... stupid... bones!"
"Dispel!" Yill chanted and pointed his staff at Ciel and Justze, causing their bodies to glow in white light for a brief moment. He continued pointing his staff at the two youngsters and chanted another spell. "Mind Block!"
Ciel and Justze suddenly fell flat on the floor as their shaking legs lost all strength. Both of them blinked in confusion and horror at the Lich King in the distance and quickly averted their eyes away from the undead creature in fright.
"Stupid children!" A loud growl of disgust came from behind Ciel and Justze as a shadow loomed over them. They both turned around and stared at the huge Orekin wearing a massive double bladed moon axe. The Adventurers' Inc. Team One leader and leader of the Orekins living in the United Nations swung his axe and shattered away the crowd of skeletons that was reaching for Ciel and Justze while they were frozen with fear.
"No look at death!" Turok yelled as he continued the frenzy swings of his axe. "Stupid! Idiots!'
The final boss of the Level 12 of the dungeon stood hunched over its throne made out of yellowed bones. The Lich King wore tattered remains of a once richly embroidery dress tunic, which colour and threads had faded over time. In its skeletal right hand, its clasped a bone staff made out from the entire spine to the skull of a person which contained a purple flame inside.
The boss room was some kind of rectangular ancient hall ending at the circular throne where the Lich King stood and an army of hundreds of skeletons warriors stood guard. All four teams of the Adventurers' Inc. had been dispatched to handle the final boss of Level 12 before they can descent to the final level.
The two machine guns clattered and the tracers stitched into the tightly packed crowd of skeletons, shattering the bodies of the skeletons whose empty eye sockets were lit by a purple flame. They ignored the losses and damages to their bones and rattled their way forward, reaching out with the sharp points of their boney finger tips. Others dragged weapons along and wore old fashioned armour, rattled their way towards the intruders.
"There's too many!" Someone from Team Two yelled in panic as he swung a mace wildly before him, smashing arms and cracking skulls. "The guns have no use!"
"Hold firm!" Turok yelled angrily as he cleaved another group of skeletons into pieces. "Shields! Form wall!"
Those with shields quickly came together to link their shields together, creating a flimsy defence against the skeletons that surged forward like a wave. The two machine guns of the Adventurers' Inc. continued their desperate fire, which felt like they were pissing into the sea as the rounds of the guns did not deal as much damage to the skeletons compared to a flesh body.
"This is crazy!" The men under the shield cursed as the skeletons attempted to rip the shields away. Explosions from grenades hammered the Lich King's skeletons without much effort and only certain spells were effective.
Ciel having recovered stood behind the tiny wall of shields, and she desperately tossed fireballs over the heads of the men. Justze also helped by creating a stone barrier on their flanks and forcing the skeletons to be able to enter through a narrow opening. Yet despite that, the number of skeletons that were forcing their way through the opening and also climbing over the side of the rock barrier was still too many, not allowing the Teams to catch their breath.
"No guns!" Turok suddenly yelled. "Useless on these bones!"
The gunners nodded grimly as they abandoned their weapons and switched to their melee weapons and joined the line, chopping and smashing at the clawing skeletons. The spell casters took over the role of long range support and lobbed their spells at the skeletons. Ciel continued with her fireballs while Justze switched to creating spikes that burst out from the ground.
After almost two hours of intensive fighting, the last skeleton crumpled down with a rattle of bones and suddenly there was no more movement before them. Ciel flopped down on her butt and let out a deep sigh of fatigue, "Is it over?"
"No, child..." Turok growled as he stared at the Lich King seated on its throne. "Dark Boss left..."
The Lich King seemed unperturbed as it lounged on its throne. It watched the intruders approach its throne before it raised its staff up and an unnatural cry came from the depths of its dark soul. The skull on its staff flared with a purple glow and the entire throne room seemed to pulse.
The Lich King's jaws rattled as if it was laughing at the mortals that dared stand before it as dark magic gathered upon its staff. Suddenly, the shattered bones of the defeated skeleton warriors started rattling and one by one, they reformed together and the newly reanimated skeletons pushed themselves up jerkily and glared hostilely at the mortals before them.
"Oh... shit..." Leon cursed as the skeletons surrounded them. "Again?"
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United Nations, Seacliff Mining and Dungeon Town, Dungeon Entrance, Overseer Station, Ops Room
Inside the packed Operations Room, were dozens of techs and operators manning the stations filled with monitors and charts. Audio and visual for the Teams down deep inside the dungeon basically was severed each time they went beyond level five, due to the signals distorted by the giant doors, winding labyrinth corridors and stairs.
Hence communication between any Teams that ventured beyond the fifth level had to have runners at each entry and exit for any form of communication. Now, the last audio report was that the four Teams had entered the final boss area and everyone, including the CEO of Adventurers' Inc., Karl was waiting anxiously for further news.
Due to the Dungeon having been buried underground for hundreds of years, the concentration of mana within the Dungeon levels had evolved the monsters and creatures inside, mutating and even evolving the creatures to a higher level.
It significantly increased the dangers and difficulty of the creatures, like how Dr. Sharon explained it simply by saying it was like playing on Hell mode on Diablo. The creatures in each level differ greatly from one another with the environment mostly being caves or stone dungeons.
The hostile monsters inside the level were mostly the dominating species, while the other weaker creatures and flora served as a source of food. The Boss of the level will a similar creature but higher level and stronger. 
Level 1 monsters were the spider ants, with a Queen Mother as the boss, Level 2 was occupied by dino lizards and Godzilla, Level 3 by bat like monsters that feasted on blood and Elder Vampire, Level 4 by minotaurs and a giant minotaur boss, Level 5 by giant snakes and a thirteen headed hydra, Level 6 by zombies and ghouls which flamers had to be brought in. Level 7 had two headed creatures of all kinds, ending with a giant two headed golem for dessert.
The easiest or maybe the hardest for some was Level 8 which filled with nothing but traps and literally mind breaking puzzles, Indiana Jones style. Level 9 only had a bridge spanning overflowing lava and guarded by hundreds of living armour that looked like something out of a Qin Dynasty tomb. Level 10 was filled with murderous puppets and a puppeteer with one hundred arms wielding blades and also controlled dozens of puppets.
Level 11 was inhabited by giant centipedes and burrowers and Level 12 was the filled with skeletons and a Lich King, which the Adventurers' Inc. was trying to defeat now. Level 13 was determined to be the final Level with the use of ground penetration radar and information on it was still totally blank.
Creatures that died in the dungeon will respawn in two to three days time from the magic provided by the Dungeon. Dr. Sharon had once theorized that a Dungeon was like a person's body, the monsters were the antibodies that attacked anyone coming inside and way in was through the mouth and the way out was through the anus.
So far, the deepest dive into the Dungeon had reached Level 12, which was where the current Teams were fighting the final boss. No one else has ever reached beyond that and even the final boss on Level 12 was a mutated monster as no one had ever defeated it yet.
New monsters that spawned back into the dungeon tend to be weaker than the ones that had lived for hundreds of years. Hence, it was always harder to clear a Level that has never been touched before, as the monsters there had many years to grow and even mutate or evolve.
Karl paced around the tiny space inside the Dungeon Overseer's office, his nerves tensed. It has been over three hours, and yet there was no news from the Teams. After Level 5, the doors into the Boss area will become sealed after anyone enters and could only be opened again after the Boss has been defeated. 
Hence the only way the Teams to bring fore any news was to defeat the Boss first and send out runners to inform the communication party outside. If the Teams has been wiped out inside the Boss room, there was no way anyone will know and Karl did not want to sacrifice anyone to enter the Boss room to check if the Teams were alright, because if the Teams were wiped out, anyone going in won't survive to tell the tale either.
"Boss!" A tech suddenly called out. "Word just came in! The Boss at Level 12 was defeated eighteen minutes ago!"
The operations room immediately burst out in cheer as the people heard the news. Many started clapped and patting each other backs in celebration, even Karl broke out into a broad grin but his expression changed with the next words from the tech.
"Team Leader Turok is calling for immediate medical assistance," The tech voice trembled slightly as he read out the report. "They suffered nine deaths and five team members are in critical condition... The rest are all wounded too"
As the next sentence was spoken sunk in, the celebratory mood in the Operations Room died down as the people listened in horror. "That's... That's almost half the Team members we sent in... Dead!"
"Quick! Send in the recovery team to bring the wounded out now!" Karl yelled out. "Don't just stand there! Hurry up!"
The stunned operators and techs quickly remained to their stations and started calling the recovery teams to go in to retrieve the wounded and to the Town's hospital to ready themselves for several critical wounded.
Karl slumped down on his chair and sighed sadly, "Half the team gone just like that..."
He clenched his fists tightly, never had such a tragedy occurred despite the dangers of the Dungeon. There had been only a total of three defeats since the founding of Adventurers' Inc. two years ago. To lose almost half of his total manpower in just one run, made him feel terrible despite knowing that deaths will happen.
"Now... I fucking know how the Captain feels..."

The crew of the Training Ship UNS Singapore escaped from an alien fleet, finds themselves stranded on an unknown planet and has to survive against deadly monsters and magical creatures.

Genre  
Sci-Fic, Fantasy, Magic, Kingdom Building, 
 Army Building, Technology gap, War, Grand Strategy 

Book 1 Chap 001 - 200 
Book 2 Chap 201 - 400 
Book 3 Chap 401 - 600 
Book 4 Chap 601 - Ongoing
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Year 2090. Jiahao was finally age 18. Although 18 was the age for entering college, Jiahao decided that he did not need the education that schools could provide. After all, He was self-taught through books and the internet coupled with his photographic memory. Compared to his past life, he was leagues ahead in terms of reinforced knowledge.  

With the amount of information that Jiahao possessed, one could only say that he had the capabilities of an android. Despite having so much knowledge, Jiahao could not match it with his strength and reaction speed. Although he had honed his ability to a great extent during his previous life, he had spent most of his current life improving on his knowledge, so one could only say that he was a gem that had lost his luster.  

On the other hand, Jiahao's parents were thriving. Da Ge Inc had grown into a behemoth over the years, toppling down countless competitors. After its constant stellar performance, many firms had begun to grow weary of its existence. 

 Once upon a time, many greater firms had called Da Ge Inc "Di Di Inc" as a result of its small size and power. Eventually those firms began to regret their words, but it was far too late when they were finally acquired by Da Ge Inc. The saying goes, "Revenge is a dish best served cold."  

In the age of body enhancement, humans could easily use body liquid in order strengthen the body and the immune system and live past the age of 130. Nowadays, it wasn't rare for a human to be simply powerful, but it was rare for a human to possess power and technique. One could only imagine what earth-shattering capabilities a grandmaster would possess.  

Luckily for Jiahao, his father had created Da Ge Inc, so he had a limitless supply of body liquid to improve his body, but what he wanted to possess was body nourishing liquid. Although the two were similar, the differences were heaven and earth. Body nourishment liquid enhanced all cellular functions of the body, including the brain, while body liquid only simply enhanced the bodily functions and the immune system. Although body liquid was popular, its use was only popularized as a result of it being a groundbreaking medicine that preserved youth.  

Not only that, but Da Ge also possessed top training rooms that were rented very often for the toughest athletes in the world. These training rooms had functions that would help athletes to not only train, but also replenish themselves in a quick amount of time. Mounted with nanotechnology for repairing tissues and muscles, athletes were quickly able to train and become monsters in their respective sport.  

When the existence of the training room was announced to the world, Da Ge Inc, quickly grew to become the most supreme company within the body enhancement industry, with no true rivals to compete against. Although competition was likely to create a risk in the future, Jiahao was not afraid because he possessed 15 years of future knowledge.



"The monsters came three years ago. Back then I had it all. Parents who loved me, a wonderful dog with the cutest patches. The best older sister a guy could ask for. Smart beautiful but now very much dead. At ten years old I was alone in the world. Gaint stone laced crystalline Gateways from hell appeared." says Kite to a sewer rat trying to get away from the rain. It squirms almost looking as if it understands. As it finds a dry spot in his makeshift shelter. Kite is sleeping in the alleyway next to the Risen Inc.
"With these gateways came death. The kind of death we ignored because it always happened elsewhere. Now every part of the world enjoys savage violent death. People suffer life at every instant. The monsters we fear the most are other people. If you are like me, a person with no one to depend on. Then you learn pretty quick. That the worst thing to happen to us is that the monsters gave people powers." The damp rat turns its head looking at Kite with a strange look. Kite knows the look he takes out his last piece of bread. The rat lunges at the bread as if it hasn't seen food in a week. Dragging the slice of stale brown bread into its corner of the shelter.
"Tomorrow is my day I will finally be thirteen. This means I will awaken my abilities tomorrow. Every human older than thirteen gets at least one ability when they turn thirteen. Every single person from paedophiles to priest. Uncle Charlie always says those are, 'Two sides to the same coin.' Powers in the three years they have been around. Have reshaped the world and so has the advent of Ogear." Kite smiles as he can only smile at the wet brown rat that is munching down on his last slice of bread. The sweet smell of the rain washing away his three years of suffering.
" I hope I can become a strong Pioneer. Companies nowadays want Pioneers' more than Crusaders to enter the Gateways and bring back resources inside. The Crusader Wars has ruined the greatest nation on earth. Now we live in a perpetual war. Every state is its own Company run country. Even here in the Republic of Texas. Our leaders bow their heads like sheep to the Corporate Senate. These same leaders would watch you freeze and make you pay for it twice over." Says Kite as the rat almost on cue squeaks with its eyes wide open. Kite bobs his head at the rat trying to reaffirm his statement.
Kite tries to see through the darkness. There is only a few more hours until the test. Kite chose Risen Inc a small company trying to make a name for itself. By the recommendation of Mrs Jones. After they had chatted about his upcoming thirteenth birthday. While he fixed her tacky wallpaper. Kite has worked on weekends in odd jobs since the Gateways appeared. The people on his street call him whenever they have an odd job. In his two years working odd jobs, he has only ever had one bad review.
The sound of drizzle, soothing him as he starts to feel the fatigue of walking the fifteen miles after a full days' work. Kite tucks himself in dosing off to the sound of the rain.




Inside a Dallas Hightower, a young boy on the cusp of manhood is shouting at his father. The large spacious apartment allows the boys' words to echo throughout the flat. His father a tall Aryan man by every definition except the Indo-Aryan. His son doesn't have his Huskey baby blue eyes yet the temper is most definitely his.
"You promised you said as long as I scored highest in my assessment you would take me to my test tomorrow!" shouts Raymond his index finger-wagging at his father. Donavan can't help but rub his fingers through his hair as he tries to figure a way out of this.
"I know that but I don't control the gateways all rank one members are being called in. You have to go by yourself tomorrow," says Donavan trying to be as stern as possible. He doesn't often raise his voice to any of his kids let alone his one and only son. Raymond's face is turning red as he is getting angrier his voice getting even louder and cracking.
"I knew you didn't want to come, do whatever you want dad! I'm going to show you!" says Raymond not even giving his father a chance to respond. The boy storms off, stomping his feet all the way to his room he shuts his door with a loud bang. The door rattles taunting Donavan. He has to exhale controlling himself. Lighting a cigarette his first puff fills his lungs. He holds up a picture of his family rubbing the ever-fading face of his late wife.
Raymond sits at his desk. Turning on his computer the RGB's dancing like it is Christmas. The computer takes all of three seconds to boot. He loads a search engine looking for a company to spite his stupid father. Raymond is going to join a random firm and work his way up the ranks to show his dad that he is the best.
Raymond's search takes him to the page of Risen Inc. An up and coming company offering many benefits to potential hunters. With his training and skill, Raymond is sure he will score high even if his innate talent is stupid. He saves the location to his phone and sets his alarm for five am. Jumping into his preheated warm bed. Raymond spends the woozy minutes on his tablet. Watching videos of the best Gifted in North America. He succumbs to the sandman watching a video of Rebecca Von Himler also known as Von Hammersmack. She is the Georgian Reich's number one.



Back in Houston, the employees of Risen Inc are starting to come into work. They are all dressed in the copy colours of Maroon and black be it, janitor or clerk even some of the low tier hunters. Kite is rustled awake by the rat pilfering his pocket for crumbs. He grabs the stinky rat tossing into the dumpster. He pushes the green plastic lid of the dumpster. No longer needing his makeshift roof which has supported the Tarp he used as walls. Looking around he can see a few people busy with their lives. Kite walks towards the door.
A plum of smoke from loud screeching tires stops in front of Kite. Splashing him with this morning pooled rainwater. The employees wince in fear of being dirtied however as a low tier activates an invisible shield. Protecting his fellow workers from the dirty rainwater. Most of them shake their heads.
"Hey, kid are you alright?" Asks a wide-eyed receptionist. She is hoping that he is a potential Sojourner. It would be odd otherwise. Since the only company on this block is Risen Inc. She even holds out a hand as Kite had fallen back.
"Yeah thanks, I think I'm just a little wet," says Kite hesitant to soil her hands with his wet muddy and to his dismay stinky hand. Her gold bade is written, Veronica. She smiles at him pushing her blonde hair behind one ear while still holding out her other hand and nods to him. Kite not wanting to be rude take her hand as she helps him up.
Kite thanks her and has to avert his eyes as her blouse betrays Veronica revealing an impressive pair. Veronica without letting him go leads him to towards the door of the Company. Kites breathing speeds up. Just six more steps and beyond the rotating green glass door, his life will change forever. He can only hear his beat and feel Veronica's warm hand as she leads him.
Several guards kindly greet Veronica as she walks past with a recruit in tow. They all smile hoping the young man luck. The building is a controlled cool temperature making Kites wet clothes feel cold against his skin. Veronica takes out a black card with the golden rising sun logo of Risen Inc. An elevator opens up in front of them. Kite wants to cry as he sees himself in the mirror. His black is full of mud making his lushes locks look terrible. His only suit is also ruined its god awful maroon colour dirtied. He already knew his loafers were ruined as his muddy footprints are but on the signs.
Veronica pulls him and says, "Don't worry about it we will get you all fixed up okay?" She even rubs his face clearing some of the mud even though some mud is dripping from his hair to his face. She smiles wide at Kite, "You see, I knew you were a handsome boy."
Kite can't help but smile at Veronica she is almost too kind. He would be on edge but he feels none of his warnings he has learnt over the past two years. Many of his odd job clients were odd jobs themselves. So he has learnt to trust his instinct even if it means losing a paycheck.   
They arrive on the seventh floor...

Trevor is a thirty-something-year-old man, down on his luck. He has been invited to a dingy part of town for a job interview in the middle of the night. As he disembarks from his taxi in front of the Grand Manchester building found in Hill brow a tower structure surrounded by piss and shit. The glory of poverty is scattered all around as the trash has not been collected for a few weeks. Its facade was just that a facade. Inside the dilapidated Mezzanine is a host of creatures of the night found haunting the ground floor.

Newscaster: The number of games that were sold increased to 199,000 because of it's popularity the creator of the game "Ronald inc." made a decision to sell more.

Terence: Whoa! This place is amazing.   I should explore the town.
After a while....
Terence: Time to kill some monsters. Earth lend me your power! Earthquake !
Monster: Awooo!
Terence upgraded his weapons and spells after defeating more monsters and he got so much experience.
AI voice: You have leveled up
Terence: Yes!
While Terence was walking a player approached him and said
Player: Hey can you help me with leveling up? It's because you look like an expert at this game.
Terence: Sure!
Terence taught the player until the player leveled up.
Player: Yes! Thank you.... umm...
Terence: Names Terence, and you are?
Raidon: My name is Raidon. I'm glad we're friends.
Terence: Yeah!
Raidon: I'm hungry. I'm gonna log out bye dude. Huh? There's no log out button?
Terence: Impossible! Check the settings. I know it's there somewhere.
Raidon: Dude, look it's not here.
Terence: Fine I'm gonna look at mine.
Wait what?! I can't find it!
Raidon: Told you!
Terence: I think I read something in the internet that you need to go to the town and go to a place called LG.
Raidon: What if there's a virus!
Terence: If there was Ronald inc. would have warned us by now.
Then warning signals appeared on their faces and the whole game's environment started glitching and going red.
Terence: What is going to happen?!
Raidon: My food will get cold!
Terence: Dude, really wrong time!😑
All the players in the game were teleported to the town center.
Terence: What's going on?My appearance is changing and turning into my real body!
Raidon: Me too and everyone else!Let's get out of here!
Terence: Look at the other players. We can't!
Then black smoke appeared and turned into an avatar with a cape.
Strange avatar: Everyone please keep calm. I am the creator of this game. I am Ronald. My goal is now complete. I'm sure you're all wondering why there is no log out button. It's because that is how I designed it. If you die in the game you will not live in the real world. 
Player: What does he mean?!
Ronald's avatar: To survive you must finish the game. You must defeat all the bosses in the dungeons in each floor.
Ronald disappeared and all the people panicked. Terence and Raidon went away.
Terence: Dude,we need to go to the other town. It's because we need to level up and this place will get farmed.
Raidon: I can't my other friends are also in this game.
Terence: Ok goodbye.....
Terence ran as fast as he could to the other town and defeating monsters while running.

Terence plays a game called MMO or Magic Mages Online. He and his new found friends will try to defeat the game to survive, its because when you die in this game you die and also they’re stuck in the game.

Luke thought for some time, and decided not to directly enter the village but to sneak in and gather some information before decided on whether to recruit all the villagers or shoo them away and recruit people from other places instead to build his base and be a part of Card of Destiny.
Luke had planned from the very beginning, that Card of Destiny could not be limited to just 72 members as depicted by the cards. He had already planned to add a ton of more members, and create a hierarchy with his as the leader, the other 71 members as the upper echelons, and thousands, if not millions of normal members divided by ranks below the 71 members.
But that was talk of the future, for no, he had to first create his base. And to do that, he needed money. The best way to get money was gambling at casinos with a large amount of money.
But his Luck stat was pathetically low, and personally, Luke did not need this useless stat. He would much rather put everything into energy and increase his fighting power and beat up some monsters and sell their corpses to earn money.
And after searching through the villagers and their actions, Luke decided to do just that. In the village, most of the villagers were normal people who he could use as cheap labour. There were some irritating buffoons, but they could be dealt with later. There was also a single child, around 10 years old, who seemed to have a hard time living life since he was left on the streets to live, and given food by some people every day which allowed him to survive till now.
Being curious, Luke used analyse on the fellow, and was shocked.
'A protagonist all the way out here?'
…
But he left the kid to whatever he wanted for the time being, and went to kill some monsters and earn enough money to build a base. He could have to kill many Level 25 or above monsters to gain enough money from the sale of the materials to the Guild of Magic to build his base. And he only knew of one place with so many Level 25 monsters that were just mob of the area and not bosses.
And that was the sea. The Sea that surrounded Gamin, and all the other continents, which was so dangerous that even Level 74 peak NPCs would be in grave danger. Naturally, that was in the depths of the sea, and Luke intended on only exploring near the coast to kill Level 25 or above monsters. This would also give him a tonne of exp in the process, which he always welcomed.
'The old-fashioned grinding is always more fun than running around delivering letters' Luke thought to himself as he dove into the sea wearing all his clothes, remembering the good-old days were MMORPGs were based on PCs and people would grind levels by hunting mobs since it was far more efficient than doing quests that were too long or gave too little exp, and way more efficient than using a whole squad to fight a world boss and dividing the exp.
Thinking about PCs, Luke remembered the technology giant 'Pear Inc.' which started off as a joke by two friends, but grew at an astonishing rate, eventually becoming a competitor of, and later taking over 'Apple Inc.', and later taking over companies like Samsung.
Naturally, the government had to step in to prevent the creation of a monopoly, and encourage many of the other top brands in the industry to come together in a merger, forming 'Onedows Opplux'
Being lost in thought, Luke finally felt a presence in the sea, right in front of him.
Without thinking too much, Luke used water magic to form nearly 30 Ice Lances, which were boosted by 12% due to the environment he was in, and waited for the enemy to come within his lie of sight, before launching all the lances towards the head of the creature.
'Huh… Swiss cheese cannot be sold now can it?' Luke thought to himself after he looked at the mutilated corpse.

Luke, an average player, and fan of the popular fully-immersive MMORPG 'Ultimatum' and is just about to log out and leave the game after it's shut-down had been announced. 
However, as soon as he pressed down on the illusory button, a sharp pain attacked his mind, causing him to lose consciousness.
When he woke up, he finds himself in the body of Lucas, a slave in the outskirts of the capital of the Leon Kingdom, Sozra.
The catch is, that the Leon Kingdom was said to have been destroyed a long time ago in-game.  Also, within Luke's status, there is a notification;
[Beta testing begins in 92 days, 02 hours, 39 minutes, 12 seconds]
Beta Testing? Does this mean that he was brought to the time before the game was released, and even before the open betas?
Lastly, his status is slightly different to normal player's. It says [NPC status]
...
Discover, explore and grow together with Luke, as he tries to find the truth behind his appearance in Ultimatum, 23 years back in time than the moment he was going to log off.
What will happen? Will he be able to survive in a game world? Read it to find out!
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