Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head.

Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee.

In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood?

It's comics and web novels!

Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

Rachel is trying her best to calm down. With closed eyes, she keeps on taking a lot of a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She is also closing and opening her hands. Rachel suddenly regrets leaving her pink stress ball in Iñigo's apartment last night.

After counting from one to ten inside her head, Rachel slowly opened her eyes and checked her phone again. Clicking a certain article, Rachel calmly reads the words posted on it. It was an article made by an anonymous blogger named CC once again. This time, that CC posted a full three-minute video together with his article.

'Giselle Tan confirmed as a sadist and a psycho'
There are five long paragraphs written under that title and a video. Rachel clicked the play button and watched the video again. Whoever got that video was obviously trying to be quiet while focusing his or her camera on the slightly opened door.

In just a few seconds, Giselle became visible on the screen. She was shouting loudly at her assistant for spilling a cup of bubble tea in her hand. The assistant defends herself by saying it was just an accident. But Giselle did not listen to her assistant's words. She kept on shouting at her assistant and a string of profanities came out of her mouth to insult the poor assistant. 

After cursing and insulting her assistant, Giselle barked an order to get her a tissue paper. After wiping the sticky drink on her hand, Giselle crumpled the tissue paper on her hand and threw it on her assistant's face. She also cursed the poor assistant one more time for being stupid and useless. The video ended when the assistant wiped her tears and Giselle's manager tried to console her and giving her gentle pats on her back. 

After watching that video again, Rachel scrolled up to read the article. The words written on it are full of mockery and hidden insults. The worst part of it, some of the insults are directly towards Rachel. 

'TheAnonymousCC: Good day, everyone. I am CC. Today, I just want to show you this video accidentally caught by a good friend of mine while working. 

As you all can see, there is a date and time when my friend caught that video. It was never edited and you can clearly see their faces as well as their voices. In short, this video is real. It is also a good opportunity to show everyone the real Giselle Tan behind the scenes and her glamorous photos posted online. 

Recently, my previous article about Rachel Tan and Giselle Tan gathered a lot of attention. There are photos of these two sisters playing around in the club, strip teasing, and lastly, bullying a civilian. Some people are saying that I only posted the photos before to slander and ruin the reputation of Rachel Tan and Giselle Tan. They even insist that I manipulated those photos or edited it even.
I even saw Rachel's interview telling the people to stop slandering and harassing her sister. But how can you expect us to do it if Giselle Tan is acting like a reincarnates little devil on Earth? Instead of telling us what to do, why don't you try fixing your sister's character first?

To all the people who read this article, I am not trying to convince all of you. Whether you believe me or not, it is now your choice.'

Rachel quickly noticed the sudden change in CC's way of writing his article. This time, it was more of a personal attack. He was not trying to be professional on his post this time. Still, it gathered a lot of attention, especially he is the same person who exposed those scandalous photos of Tan's sisters. 

— Oh. My. Goodness! What a bad person!

— Poor assistant. She already told Giselle that it was an accident though.
— And she dares to act as an innocent and kind lady? Oh please. What a plastic liar.

— Wow. Just wow. Who is she anyway? Are you a fucking goddess to treat other people like trash?

— Miss Little Trashy over there is definitely missing her hometown: The Garbage Dump!

— Now I am curious how Giselle passed her elementary days if she has such bad manners like that.

— Stop slandering my sister she said. Giselle is innocent she said. Lolololol Rachel are you really sure about your words?

— Poor assistant. She cannot do anything to protect herself from that little devil.

— I just noticed Giselle's outfit on that video. Look at her neck. She is wearing the limited edition pink necklace!

— To the commenter above, you are right! So that means it all happened during the photoshoot!

— Giselle is indeed a walking disaster.

— Oops. Someone needs to do anger management.

— Burn in hell, woman! Burn! 

— Woah. Insulting your assistant, berating her life, and throwing trash on her face just because she spilled a little bubble tea on your hand? Girl, you should vanish in an instant!

— And that delusional bitch wants to be an actress just like her sister? Ah, I think the fuck not bitch!

— I hope her assistant stopped working for that monster. She deserves better.

— Hmm... Am I just the one thinking that maybe Rachel is also the same with her little sister? I mean, they are sisters. They are sharing the same DNA.

— Then I will pity Rachel's fans for believing such a two-faced actress.

That post from the anonymous CC is slowly getting trending online. Those verified accounts that share and like the post is not helping her situation either. They are just making the post more popular on social media. In just a few minutes, the post has already thousands of shares, hundreds of likes and shares, and continuous comments from the netizens.

Some of them even repost CC's first article about her and Giselle who bullied an innocent civilian in front of a bar. There are also fake accounts that searched Rachel's interview regarding the said issue. Most of them turned it into GIFs and used them as internet memes. 

There are also people who pretended like a detective and analyze her past interview, CC's previous post, and Giselle's latest problem about that limited-edition necklace. They concluded that Giselle is not a saint just like what her 'fans' are talking about on the internet. The worst part of it, more anonymous people claimed that Giselle is just a spoiled brat who knows nothing but to flaunt her stepfather's money. 
They are also writing some information about Giselle's school activities such as cheating, paying her underlings to do her projects and assignments, and bullying her weak and poor classmates.
Rachel may look calm and collected, but the grip on her phone says otherwise. Her manager who is sitting next to her did not dare to speak a word. She is afraid that Rachel will lash out at her if she accidentally gets her attention. 

After forty-five minutes of suffering, Rachel's manager silently let out a sigh of relief when they finally arrived from Rachel's house. The actress opened the van and ignored those people who greeted her. She has a goal to achieve today. Rachel will surely beat Giselle until no one can recognize her ugly face. 

Marching towards her bitch sister, Rachel unceremoniously opened Giselle's door only to see it empty. Rachel scanned the whole room with fierce eyes. She walked towards the bathroom to see if Giselle is inside of it. Still, her stupid sister is nowhere to be found.

"Where is she?!" Rachel screamed. 

A newly hired maid who heard their young miss's voice rushed towards the room. She saw Rachel standing inside Giselle's room with an angry expression on her face. The maid gulped in fear before she answered her question.

"M-Miss..."

"Where is she?! Where is that bitch?!" Rachel screamed again.

"M-Miss Rachel, M-Miss Giselle..."

"Where is she, you stupid bitch!" 

"She is not here."

Fiercely turning her head, Rachel saw her mother standing outside the door in a calm manner. Sheryl told the maid to go back to her work before she closed the door and locked it from the inside. 

"Mom where is that—"

Rachel suddenly feels a stinging pain on her cheeks. It took a few seconds for Rachel to register how her head was slanted to the right. Her cheek is still stinging sharply.

"M-Mom?!"

"What? Are you also going to scream at me and spit profanities on my face?" Sheryl asked with a raised brow.
The aftershock of her mother's slap still throbbed against the right side of her face, the force making her eyes water.

"M-Mom, Giselle..."

"Before you start looking for your sister, why don't you try to cool down for a bit? Do you also want to be the next trending online because of your bitchy attitude, huh?"

Rachel lowered her head and holds her stinging cheek. Frustrated tears are starting to form in her eyes. But the actress refused to cry in front of her mother. To stop herself from crying, Rachel bit her lips hard and tightly closed her eyes.


Francheska Cruz already experienced being betrayed, backstabbed, and being hurt by the people she used to love and trusted. These experiences leave a deep scar in her heart. But when she leaves the country, she chooses to live her life in a different way. She promised in her heart that she will forget it and starts a new life.
 
When comes back to the country, Francheska was already a successful person. She is not the same person they hurt and betrayed. As her career and life are getting smoother as the day goes by, her past suddenly comes knocking back in her life. She plans to ignore it first, but of course, they will never let her have an easy and peaceful life.
 
So what should Francheska do? Of course, she will fight.
 
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For Zhu Jisheng and his "Back to the Old Days," there wasn't much difference between the day and the night, since he never had customers. Well, not never—there were a few loyal customers, those young lads that liked new and fascinating things. They knew a little about everything, from Angkor Wat statues to Crete Island's cave drawings. They were quite knowledgeable and seemed to accidentally on purpose show off the fact that they had no lack of money.
But in actual fact, they never bought anything. Every time they came, they expressed undying love for all the weird objects around them and would say that their wallet was a little tight before they left. They would promise the heaven and earth that they would buy what they liked the next time they came and wanted him to reserve the items for them.
But the next time they came, they had completely forgotten about the promise and picked up other objects, nothing but praises on their tongues, taking nothing but photos. They posted all of them to their WeChat moments, most likely pretending that they were rich people that owned all of these things.
This was like the popular saying online—"The poor people know how to live." Even if they couldn't afford it, they knew the best!
He didn't really mind whether they bought things or not, since they always brought some laughter and conversation to the shop.
They had come today as well, and after a whole afternoon of frolicking, they had finally left with satisfied smiles.
The antique shop had become peaceful again.
He didn't usually speak much, and every time they came, he felt like he had used up his entire week's worth of words.
The sun was setting, the alley shrouded in a dull sunset and the tempting smell of the neighbors' dinner.
"It's time to eat."
He talked to himself, turning to the kitchen in the back to cook a small pot of noodles with his tiny pot. He cut up some minced meat in the meantime, beating up two eggs, and put down some daylily, black fungus, mushrooms, garlic, thickening the sauce after passing it through oil. Adding a few more ginger and spring onions after it's done and a sprinkle of sesame oil, a bowl of aromatic, and extremely authentic Lor Mee was done. 
It was pretty hot. He changed into a thinner shirt upstairs and came back down to enjoy the delicious bowl of noodles.
Every time he ate Lor Mee, his life back in the capital seemed to flash right before his eyes. He reminisced, but he didn't miss it, because he would never return to that life. Even the old city had been drowned by the business of modernization, so there was nothing much left to miss.
He ate slowly, enjoying one bite fully, chewing it to savor ever last drop of flavor before picking up the next bite of noodles.
Something moved behind the divide.
"Come out and play," he said. "The thing you're afraid of is gone."
A white Persian with black markings on its top, back, and tail came out carefully only after nervously checking out the surroundings. It walked out, its bright eyes scanning through the shop and making sure that there was nothing dangerous around.
Looking at it, he couldn't help but pity it and feel guilty for it.
They passed the harsh winter by escaping to the south, so he'd brought it back to Binhai City. The moment they arrived, it could feel the evil enveloping the city and had warned him against it. Maybe he should have just made the decision to leave this place back then instead of leaving it in so much fear for all these days.
"Come, you should eat too." He placed a small plate on the floor, beef as thin as cicada wings on it.
He cooked a very small amount of noodles, and it was soon gone even though he ate slowly.
He was only half full, but he had no plans to eat more and stood to clean up.
"Meow."
The Persian had finished its beef too, and it licked its lips and stared at him. It wasn't full either and wanted to eat more. 
"We don't have to be completely full. The elders have reminded us, 'Control our eating and we won't fall sick. Control our desires and we will live longer.'" He smiled. "I still want to live a few more years. You too, right?"
The Persian was persuaded, and it no longer begged for food, quietly leaping onto the table and lying down on it.
He washed up quickly, wiping his hands dry, and sat at the table. He picked up his phone to look through his unread messages. Even though he's old, that didn't mean he wasn't good with technology. He was amazing at accepting new things, and the many applications he had installed on his phone were a testament to that fact.
It was only after some time that he put down his phone, his face solemn.
There was an old newspaper on the table, and the headline was the article that he had written. Before publishing it, he had read it countless times, mulling over and editing the words to convey his points and tone correctly, but it still wasn't up to his standards.
"It still sounds really rushed. If we had more time, it would be a lot better, don't you think?" He sighed, picking up the newspaper and reading the article yet again.
This was a declaration of war, the first horn to signal the assault of the traditional world of literature against internet literature. Predictably, within a few days, they had all gradually posted their responses to it—some of them on traditional media, and some of them on Weibo and their own social medias, quickly trending the topic on several sites.
In these posts, most of them were clear about supporting him with a minority still sitting on the fence, saying words that were ambiguous and unclear—most likely feeling that it was inappropriate to not say anything, yet not wanting to offend anyone. There were some that seemed to reprimand both but still supported him in reality.
But there were also some articles that clearly stated their support for internet literature. He mostly didn't know these authors. They might've just been budding authors from these last few years. But their voices were weak and held no weight in the heirarchical literary world.
"It gets harder and harder to persist in your own dream. I can't believe I still landed myself in this pool at my age." He shook his head, the heaviness in his heart pressing on his chest.
He was too rushed in writing the article, and most of what he had written was his impression of internet literature from other people's words. He knew that he should at least finish reading the stories he was criticizing before writing it so that the article would be even more specific and guiltless.
But as well as eating slow, he read slowly, too. He liked to savor and feel every single word and sentence. But to finish reading the online novels with millions of words at this speed would be impossible. He had even brought up ten different internet novels in his article whose total word count was in the tens of millions.
Reading was just like eating. If you savored something slowly, it would last longer. If you consumed it quickly, you wouldn't know what it felt or tasted like.
To read and eat slowly—this was an old teaching that one could not disobey. 
Even though he had only read a little, he had clearly seen that internet novels were just empty meals, about as nutritious as a cup of instant noodles.
One had to study, one had to know etiquette, and one had to educate their kids.
The kids today would rather read online novels than read ancient texts and learn etiquette. They only consumed instant noodles as their go-to meals. As time passed by, they would definitely grow weaker and weaker due to their lack of nutrition. How could they do better for the country and themselves that way?
So he didn't think that he was wrong. He was just nervous about the fact that he had only read a little bit.
He looked outside again. The sky had completely darkened. The peak rush hour in the evening had ended, and the already-quiet alley had become even more deserted.
"Alright, it's time to close up shop and go to sleep." He put down the newspaper and stood.
To most of the city dwellers, it really was too early to go to sleep. Most people working were only starting on their dinners, and the students had just begun their homework. Many people's night lives had only just started.
"To rest when night falls, lock up the doors and check personally."
"To wake when day comes, clean up the house and keep it clean, inside and out."
To sleep when the night came and wake to study when the first streams of light came in—these were ancient teachings and his habit of many years. Unless more important things demanded his attention, he would never stray from it.
The Persian cat had been lying on the table taking a nap when he was reading the newspapers, but it seemed to suddenly detect something. Its ears twitched, and it stood up, eyes shining as it stared at the darkness past the window.
"What is it?"
He walked to the door and was about to close it before noticing its weird actions. His chest tightened. Could it be that the evil was coming back again?
There was a shadow moving on the opposite wall.
"Don't be nervous. They're just strays."
Under the light from the streetlights, he saw that it was just a few stray cats with differing fur coat patterns.
A scoff seemed to come from the wall. 
He scrunched up his brows. "Who? Who is there?"
Right then, the street lights suddenly went out. 
And just like a tsunami, the entire street and the alleys beside it were suddenly devoid of light—not just the streets, but the households too.
Something wasn't right. Streetlights were separately powered using solar power, so why would they go out at the same time?
Suddenly, a powerful hymn started on the edge of the wall. 
"Even if the soul is dead, the Qin is still around! The Zhu school of thought may be popular, but it's actually low in quality!"
"Hundreds of generations follow the Qin's rules. The 'Ten Critiques' is not a good article!"
His face instantly fell at that, his heart feeling as though someone had smashed it with a hammer. He stumbled backwards, his brain humming in shock.
"What… You dare say that the Zhu school of thought is…low in quality? Who are you? I dare you to come out here! You're just a lowlife hiding in the shadows!" he screamed at the darkness.
The voice in the shadows said, "Hiding? Then what are you? Hiding in the shadows and criticizing others? You're an expert in the Zhu school of thought. Have you never heard of Zhu Xi's saying, 'If you attack someone anonymously due to your hatred, you will be harming your descendants'?"
He could hear the threat in those words, and he could hear that the other was here for his article, "Ten Criticisms of Online Literature." But he had only told a very small group of friends where he lived, so how did they know?
"You don't have to threaten me. I have no qualms about my article. Online novels have no nutrition. I, Zhu Jisheng, will right the wrong!" He puffed out his chest, determined. Youths should be reading the classics of Confucianism, learning the teachings of legends, and striving to better the world, to serve the people!"
"Haha, you sure make it sound nice." The voice in the dark fell. "You are just pained that traditional literature is getting less and less prized, while internet literature is getting more and more popular. You don't like what the world likes—Who are you to criticize it?"
Just as his anger was about to burst out of his chest, just as his retort was about to spill from his lips, that voice started again.
"Oh, you don't have to answer."
He was stunned. Didn't have to answer what?
That voice was cold, just like the bone-chilling breeze of winter. "I know who you are! You're just a nobody!"
Even though it was just a normal word, Zhu Jisheng's heart thumped harshly, his entire chest hurting.
His pupils dilated, his sweat pouring out like rain. The most painful memory he had from tens of years ago was painfully yanked to the forefront again, pressing onto him like a Boeing 707, threatening to crush him into dust anytime.
He felt as though his body had been dunked in a pond in the peak of winter.
He thought he had long since forgotten that memory, but it had always just been repressed in the deepest recesses of his heart. If any part of it were to see the light of day, it would crush all of his dignity and glory.
"Meow!"
The one simple word didn't just cause him huge trauma. Even his Persian was trembling in fear in the corner, glaring out the window in shock. Even when facing the scariest of evils, it had never been this afraid.
"Seeing that you aren't too bad at your core, I won't press you too much. But you'd better be more careful and read internet literature without your prejudice. Don't step into the same mistakes as your ancestors did! Don't only think of tradition. Otherwise, the next time we meet, the Zhu school of thought will end with you!"
The voice in the dark went silent after finishing this sentence.
It was only after some time had passed that the streetlights lit up again and electricity returned to the neighborrhood.
There was no one by the walls. All he saw was a few strays sauntering away with a flick of their tails.
He couldn't support his weak body anymore. His shivering legs gave way, and he ended up with his butt on the floor, his t-shirt soaked with sweat, gasping desperately for air.
"Hey, old man, are you alright?"
After the electricity came back, a neighbor walked past, glancing over by chance and noticing the usually calm and composed old man lying on the floor with his face as white as a sheet. He came in after slight hesitation and didn't dare touch him. "Do you want me to call you an ambulance?" he asked, worried.
"No… It's okay…"
He waved his hands weakly. "I… I just tripped after the sudden blackout."
"Really?" The neighbour observed him. He didn't look like he'd just fallen, but it was the truth that there had been a blackout.
"Really, please, don't bother with me. I'm alright. I'll be better after some rest." He forced a smile.
Seeing that some color had returned to his face, the neighbor nodded, nagging some more. "If you feel unwell, call an ambulance. Don't be stubborn! If you're done resting, get up from the floor. It's too cold here."
"I got it. Thank you."
The neighbor walked out of the door, looking back occasionally to check up on him, when the voice behind him suddenly called, "Mister, right before you came in, did you hear anyone speaking?"
The neighbor pointed at him. "I only heard you talking to yourself in the shop. I was puzzled, so I came over to take a look and saw you lying on the floor."
He seemed to understand something and asked, "Mister, you only heard me speaking?"
The neighbor nodded, chuckling. "That… Don't call me 'Mister.' It sounds weird."
"Alright, I got it… Oh, right, I have another question. Sir… Do you read online novels?" he asked.
"Occasionally, but I read the pirated versions." The neighbor chuckled. "I'll be going now."
Peace returned to the shop.
He looked at the streetlight in the alley, laughing at himself. "The world's so huge, but where can we hide from strays?"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Devin woke up to the bustling noise of the room. It seemed like people were arguing. His body ached even though he wasn't moving. It was as if all the muscles were screaming in pain.
And if he could, he would scream in pain too. 
"This is so bad!" Margaux cried. "What will happen now?"
"Let's just assume that everything will be alright," Kagura said, trying to calm down.
"W-What happened?" Devin asked, stuttering. He opened his eyes and was met by a familiar room.
Rodney walked over to her and handed him a glass of water. He repeated his question when no one answered, "What happened?"
"Don't freak out, okay?" Kagura asked.
Devin's eyebrows met when he saw the air conditioner. "Why are we using the AC? Isn't it cold in London?"
"We're back home," Rodney said.
"What?! Did I slept throughout the Summit?"
Kagura shook her head and walked over to him. "The Summit had been suspended."
– The previous day
"Did you get it?" Andrea asked Roy as they walked out of the coliseum.
With a beat up face, Liam laid on a crater on the floor. He was looking at the lights, wondering what happened.
Even the crowd was silent. After Devin yelled, he dashed towards Liam and mercilessly attacked him. He was a lot more powerful than he was.
When Liam tried to fight back, Devin seemed to got even stronger. His rapid yet destructive slashes were enough for Liam to lose. He even tried activating his hidden power but it was too late. The smaller frail boy was behind him, swinging his blade and throwing Liam mid-air where he appeared above and hacked his sword on the blonde boy's stomach.
Devin had just finished the match against Liam when his Reverence ceased its activation. His glowing cloak bursted into nothingness and his sword stopped glowing. Liam wasn't able to keep up and ended up breaking his nose and losing his pride.
After the fight, Andrea had a wide grin on her face. She could taste victory. It was within her grasp.
"Let's edit it so we can submit it to Doris," she said. "I bet she's going to air this tonight."
"Why are you so angry towards Exorcists?" Roy asked. They got inside the van and drove to their office.
Andrea shook her head, "Just drive."
They got into their office and directly went to the news anchor's room, Doris.
"Doris?" Andrea called out when she got inside. Doris was sitting on her chair, reading articles for their evening news.
Doris looked up and nodded, "Andrea, is there anything I can help you with?"
"I finally finished filming. Can I air it tonight?" Andrea muttered.
Doris sighed and clicked her tongue, "Is this still about the Exorcists? Andrea, you know we can't do that."
"But they have been forcing these children to compete in these matches that literally hurts them," Andrea argued but Doris wasn't getting none of it.
"Andrea, for the last time, no," Doris said sternly. "If you really want to taint the reputation of the people who saves us from monsters, you might as well join an online community that hates them as much as you. Then you might gain the attention you so needed."
Andrea was speechless. Doris was usually calm and collected but she was upset, no, she was angry at her right now. The woman took a deep breath and fixed her collar.
"If there's nothing more, you can go," Doris said and turned her seat to face the floor to ceiling window behind her.
"Thanks," Andrea said sarcastically and got out, slamming the door as she did.
Roy was talking to another cameraman when Andrea arrived. She got inside their news van without talking to anyone. The van drove away, leaving Roy behind.
'Exorcist Competition. Is It Really Safe?'
Andrea erased the headline she wrote. She was at her apartment, writing an online article against the Exorcists.
She thought for a few more minutes and thought of a title that's filled with impact. The one who would gain a lot of attention.
Gulping on a can of beer, Andrea wrote.
'The Tragedy Behind The Exorcist 6 Schools Summit'
She started writing the content of her article. There were a lot of articles like this in the past but they lacked something that she had.
Evidence.
Andrea was going to use the clips she got from the matches as her proof. She tweaked the videos, using angles and altering the sounds so it would look a few times worse.
A few hours later, Andrea was done. She had the article in her computer. Her cursor was hovering over the Submit button and she was only one click away from her glory.
"Why doesn't Doris see?" she asked and gulped her beer.
"Are you okay?" Roy asked and got inside Andrea's apartment. "I told you it wouldn't work with Doris. She supports them."
"Why?" Andrea uttered. "Why can't they just hate them?"
"Because Exorcists saves people," Roy said. "They have been doing that ever since the Stained Souls started attacking. It's weird how you can hate your saviors."
"But why didn't they save my family?" she sobbed. "My mother was the kindest, my father was the most hard working, my brothers were the most adorable yet… Exorcists did not save them."
"But they saved you," Roy pointed out.
Andrea was silent for a moment before she sighed and closed the lid of her laptop. "I don't think I can do it anymore."
"Let's just do the story right, starting with ending the last round. I bet it's the final match now. The announcement will follow," Roy suggested that made Adrea nod.
"Yeah. Let's do that."
A few moments later, the two left the apartment. A figure was waiting outside, waiting for them to go down.
When the two left, the figure got out of their car and into the apartment. It roamed the rooms until it saw Andrea's laptop.
The figure knew Andrea's password somehow. It opened the closed tab and pressed 'Submit'.
"Exorcists shall pay," it said after the upload was completed. It stood and took its hood off of its face.
It looked in the mirror and smiled, "Exorcists shall pay."
Doris smiled at herself and finished uploading.
The article contained videos and a series of discussions regarding how wrongly Exorcists treat their students. It also contained some scandals regarding the Alasyair and Windsor Projects. The brutal scenes were enhanced, especially when Dante was being mauled by Liam and Liam ended up getting mauled by Devin.
The article was flooded with users without even letting the minutes past. People were speculating and joining in on the talk. There were people who tried to say otherwise but the people who supported the article overwhelmed them.
This reached the Allied Nations and grins started to appear on their faces.
They have been waiting for a time where they can investigate the Union and tamper their reputation. Their growing influence was threatening the Allied Nations. They fear the Union would take over the government and they would lose their funds and the politicians' goldmines.
Before the second match could start, police raided the Great British Coliseum. The judges and the guests on the main balcony raised their hands while the police recited their bylaws and cuffed the officials.
"What's happening?" Xia cried when the crowd started to run wild. They were trying to escape as if what they were doing was illegal.
Xia was about to walk over her best friend but Schneider stopped her, "Let us not get involved. We cannot help her if we get caught too."
A man with five stars on his shoulders walked on the stage with a megaphone, "This competition is to be seized under the Allied Nations for abuse and mistreatment of students for entertainment purposes. The judges and guests will be temporarily detained for questioning while the President, Tina Godfrey and Vice President, Liu Zhang will stay in our custody. This is under the decree of the 163 over 163 countries. I may now request the crowd to disperse accordingly."
"What is happening?!" Margaux cried. They ran down the bleachers, through the crowd, and into their unconscious friend.
"You are participants of this game, correct?" A police officer asked.
"Yes sir," Morris replied. The police officer gazed at Morris's missing arm and looked at him.
"You will come with us for questioning. Your friend will be sent to the hospital to be treated," she said led the students to one of the several cars that lined up outside the Coliseum.
"I don't seem to understand what's happening, officer," Morris asked before entering. "Why would you stop this event?"
"I'm sorry kid, we're only in here for orders. Now get in," she said. Morris got in and the police woman slammed the door shut.
Morris was in the car with Rodney and Rain. They both have equally afraid-looking expressions in their faces.
"What in the world just happened?" Rodney asked. "Everything went so well… we even won."
"That's not what's important right now," Morris said and looked at outside. People were running around, police officers escorting students and the judges to their cars. It was a giant mess.
"The proper question is 'What are we going to do now?'."


In a world where the night is plagued with man-eating monsters called Stained Souls, three sirens warn the people of their arrival.
A world where cloaked figures called Exorcists dance through the night, purging the monsters off the streets. 
In this world, Devin is bullied for his doll-looking features. Little did they know, he could see the monsters even before the sirens calls.
He was in his last year of high school when he was transferred to an island to attend a boarding school.
A school for Exorcists.


[ Image on the cover not mine ]

rose spent  3 days continously working day and night which made her exausted she was so exausted that she could not even think properly her were swollen because of the overwork and her head constantly pains 
"uh !its time to go office again!" said rose while leaving the store 
"i just cant even walk properly!! i am having delusions uh! but whatever i wont loose hope!"
(at office )
rose sitting on her cabin completing the files and writing an article simultaneously suddenly the manager enters 
"sir you here ?"
"miss rose did you completed those files which mr ryan gave you?" 
"yeah i am going there to submit it to him!"
rose stood up and went to ryans cabin
as rose was about to knock ryan noticed her
"yes miss rose! enter no need to knock!"
rose was surprised by ryans reaction
rose proceeded to walk towards ryans and handled him the files
ryan turned the pages of files and was impressed
"woah! you literally completed all of them i wasnt expecting this! .....i am doubting that whether only you completed this or there was someone!"...
"no sir ! i completed this all by myself!" ("why is he acting like a teacher? who is suspicious of her students homework?")
"good! then take these files too!"
"what?? again ?"
"yeah! since you have completed it early!"
"uh !!" rose sighed "ok sir"
rose proceeded to walk out ryan said
"working in balka store and online article job and selling ice hmmmm seems interesting!"
"what ?" rose was shocked
"how did you know that were you spying on me?"
"thats not the point the point is you think you can repay me? by working on part time jobs that too for only 1 week and do you think they will give you salary in advance!!"
"that is none of your business mr ryan!"
"that is my business after all you are my employee!"
"but that does not mean you will spy on me boss!"
"oh come on! miss rose it would be better if you accept my offer cause working 1 week hard without sleep is obviously tough!"
"i dont need your suggestion mr ryan!"
"okay do what you want but remember if you couldn't repay i am waiting for you!!"
rose was digusted by ryans statement but she couldnt do anything better she proceeded to walk out of the room  .
("he is such an asshole weird guy but those things he said are true indeed... but i cant help i am already working hard!") 
(at night)
rose on the store
"u!h my eyes are hurting real bad but i cant do anything!!" 
rose notices a guy who was continuosly visiting the store since she joined
("isnt he the same guy again now i am suspicious of him why would he daily visit the store !")
as rose was noticing him her eyes met with that guy she felt something wrong with that guy.
("he is weird as he searching something whatever i cant say anything until he does any thing wrong!")
as rose completed writing her article that guy stood in front of rose and gave her the things 
as she calculated the amount that guy was creepily starring at her rose was hella nervous by that stare she didn't knew what to do she gave him the things with receipt as fast as possible the guy paid her the amount and then left then rose took a deep breath of relief ...
("woah! that guy was weird i didnt even know what he could have done to me the way he was starring made me so uncomfortable! seems like i have to be alert from now on by the way i have doubt on him i feel like is ryan is spying on me through him!! ...or i think i am over thinking now whatever i am very sleepy i guess i worked here for 4 days i guess i will ask the owner for salary in advance i dont even know whether will he give me or not .....but i should ask cause the week is coming to end and i havent collected any money guess i have to face ryan again! uh!")

"I thought that we would end up together , forever but that does not happen in real life right? you just exploited me made me miserable as a part of punishment but did you even asked me that DID I REALLY DID THAT? WAS I REALLY WRONG?  did you try to investigate? No! but now you have created a new me who is no more afraid of anything , who is emotionless and have only one target in my life to destroy......YOU!!! ........but deep down i know that the moment i destroy you i may destroy myself cause you already took everything from me? i don't  know why it's happening? you are cruel but why you are caring!! you hate me but why you are changing? why are you not hating me anymore ??.....are you still mine?"

Therefore, if the thread had to choose between Gu Jiu and his silly son, the thread's moderator would definitely choose his silly son.
Love does not seek to be vigorous and vigorous, but it seeks to be long-lasting and meaningful!
* 
This thread was posted in Xia Ling's circle of friends. When she read it, she felt that this reader was quite profound. A brainless love story, yet she could quote from the classics and tell so many truths about life.
The readers were all teenage girls, and Xia Ling was used to it.
Their life experiences were all pure and clean. Every time the male lead and female lead had any emotional troubles, the first ones who couldn't stand it were always these pure-loving girls.
Xia Ling didn't abuse the master, but she changed the male lead.
The child in he Tian's belly was Gu Jiu's, and he Tian was with her silly son. The silly son took over the Pan Xia, which was unclean in many people's hearts.
Those who abandoned the article didn't know how high the comments were.
Xia Ling was used to it.
She used the way of business to look at her current book writing. She was very open-minded about profits and losses.
At first, she wrote ten thousand words, but later on, she wrote eight thousand words a day and kept two thousand words in her hand.
Seeing a group of writers shouting and writing every day, but each of them started to write at the speed of life and death at night, Xia Ling silently saved 140,000 words of manuscript.
Her style of writing was still not quite the same as Hu lingling's, but she had a stronger view of the big picture, and the plot settings in her novels were more explosive.
The readers were never used to it. The number of readers who read her books regularly every day rose from 1,100 to 1,700 very quickly.
Xia Ling was very diligent. She was so diligent that the little sisters who fought and chatted with Hu lingling online could not help but ask her when they saw her high ranking in the code team every day.
Fu lingling, are you still human?
Hu lingling's pen name in the online literary circle was Fu lingling.
* 
The heavenly axiom always paid hard work and had enough manuscripts in hand. Xia Ling never felt empty when she received tips from readers. She did not know when it began, but no matter how many readers gave her, she was never emptied out.
Her monthly income went from ten thousand to twenty thousand, thirty thousand... ...
That day, the editor finally found her.
"Fu Lingling, your book update is very stable. Do you still have any manuscripts in storage? "
Xia Ling coolly took a screenshot of the number of manuscripts she had in storage and sent it to the editor. "Yes, one hundred and sixty thousand. "
One hundred and sixty thousand... ...
Seeing this shocking number, even the editor, who was used to storms, fell silent for a moment.
Through the screen, Xia Ling could not see the editor's expression, but this was probably a very satisfied expression?
The Editor: "Okay, there just happened to be a person who stopped updating before the entire channel. The editor-in-chief was angry and canceled her entire channel. You can take over tomorrow. After 0 PM, one hundred and sixty thousand will be updated together. There shouldn't be any problems, right? "
"okay, there shouldn't be any problems with me, " Xia Ling replied, just like a writing machine without any emotions.
"Okay. KEEP WORKING HARD! " The editor was used to writers putting on cute emojis to make their presence felt. Suddenly, he encountered such a person who didn't even use much punctuation and didn't talk much. The editor put on an emojis himself to liven up the atmosphere.
* 
That day, Xia Ling finished distributing the manuscript and sent it out for more than an hour.
She didn't care much after sending it out. After all, when it came to writing a book, she had to do her best and leave it to fate. Once the manuscript was sent out, the rest would depend on how much fans and money the book could attract.
She called Luo SI and the two of them went out for crayfish.
Xia Ling had been focusing on her writing career, and she could feel that Luo Si had been very busy recently.
The two of them would always talk about some interesting things in life. Since he didn't mention it, she didn't ask him too much.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

In the afternoon…
After a busy morning, Qi Yan finally arranged everything that she had planned.
She had officially offered to hire these outstanding vendors as the Cold-Faced Lady's gourmet consultants. Zhang Yahui immediately agreed. The other vendors were still hesitating. They said that they would give their answer after a few days.
Obviously, many vendors were bringing their families along. They had to communicate with their families before making this decision.
However, Qi Yan was very sure that this would be a win-win decision for the Cold-Faced Lady and the vendors.
These Gourmet Consultants would follow the proper recruitment process. Qi Yan also intended to learn from Fish-Catching Take-Out. She wanted to set up a small gourmet laboratory that included professional chefs, outstanding food vendors and nutritionists who would be in charge of chemical testing and nutritional balance. They would develop new snacks together.
Fish-Catching Take-Out was Boss Pei's business, and he would definitely approve of it.
Boss Pei would probably be very impressed if she created a food laboratory for Fish-Catching Take-Out, right?
Even though she had never met Boss Pei before, Qi Yan could roughly guess his intentions based on her understanding of him.
The Gourmet Laboratory was also very important to street food.
Meng Chang was not wrong to compare local snacks to fast food in China. However, at the same time, he had to realize that there was a long way to go before local snacks became a real fast food brand.
Those fast food brands looked very simple. They were nothing more than fried chicken, fries, hamburgers, and so on. However, the entire supply chain, crafts, and research ability of the new products could not be underestimated. They had accumulated over a decade or even decades. They could not be caught up in a day or two.
Perhaps Meng Chang knew this very well and felt that it was impossible for him to do it. That was why he chose the conceptualization and the path of earning quick money.
There was a saying that there were only two ways in the world: one was the right way, and the other was the easy way.
Meng Chang chose the easy way while Boss Pei chose the right way.
Qi Yan felt that she had to carry out Boss Pei's will in her position and strategy since Boss Pei had already found a way to break out of the situation, giving the cold-faced lady a chance to be reborn, and had already given a clear path to this terminally ill brand.
While Qi Yan did not know what the Cold-Faced Lady would become in the future, she was suddenly filled with confidence!
She stood up to get a cup of coffee after she was done with her work. At the same time, she checked on her colleagues in the office.
The overall situation was more complicated.
Apart from the store front, Cold-Faced Lady also had an office area. She rented a workstation in an office building near the store. Meng Chang was quite willing to spend money on the project. There was coffee, drinks, afternoon tea, snacks, fruits, and so on. The working environment was also very good.
After Tengda took over, everything remained the same. There were no signs that they were going to cut down on benefits. Everyone was very satisfied.
However, everyone's current working attitude was different.
Some of them were obviously trying to slack off. They looked confused and lost. Some of them looked complacent and wanted to find something to do, but they did not know where to start.
After the Cold-Faced Lady changed boss, the original marketing activities were basically cancelled. Those in charge of marketing activities went all out to organize the Street Food Contest. However, now that the contest was done, they naturally had nothing to do.
There were also some people who were filled with worry for the cold-faced lady's future.
They might not have seen the article, nor did they know about Boss Pei's plans for the Cold-Faced Lady. They only felt that the company was going to fail sooner or later based on the current state of idling around. They would survive one day at a time, thus, they were more passive.
Qi Yan felt that she had to think of a way to boost everyone's morale.
She had some ideas after being enlightened by Boss Pei. However, these ideas needed to be carried out and needed the cooperation of the others. If everyone continued to be so negative, Qi Yan would not be able to complete the tasks very well even if she were to assign tasks.
However, if she wanted to boost morale, she had to find an opportunity to convince everyone.
However, if she were to give a speech or inject steroids, the effect would definitely not be good. It might even backfire.
Qi Yan thought about it. That article was good.
Now, her colleagues did not have any fighting spirit and felt lost. The main reason was because they were unclear about the Cold-Faced Lady's past, present, and future development. They would know about Boss Pei's plans for the Cold-Faced Lady as long as they read this article, everyone's working condition would definitely improve!
She immediately found the author online and was shocked to find that he had published another article!
What's more, the title of this article was even more explosive than the previous one: Cold-Faced Lady: Meng Chang's Magical Cloud, Boss Pei's Five Finger Mountain!
Qi Yan was stunned. Cold-Faced Lady again?
Publishing two reports in such a short period of time, was he going against the Cold-Faced Lady?
Qi Yan was as confused as she was surprised.
That was because she knew very well that this author only wrote real articles. There was no need for him to write two or three essays for the same issue, repeatedly rubbing salt onto the wound.
From this point of view, this author was much better than those marketing accounts.
This was another article about the Cold-Faced Lady, which must be because the author had found a new content and angle.
However, the article on 'The Breaking and Rebuilding of the Cold-Faced Lady's Reputation Through The Street Food Contest' had already detailed the difference between Meng Chang and Boss Pei's management concept. It seemed to have been written very clearly on the topic of Cold-Faced Lady.
The new article was titled 'Magical Cloud' and 'Five Finger Mountain'. What was he trying to do?
Was he filming Journey to the West?
Qi Yan clicked open the article with confusion.
… 
At the beginning of the article, he briefly mentioned the previous two articles. They were 'Cold-Faced Lady's so-called Internet thinking is nothing more than an act' and 'The Breaking and Rebuilding of the Cold-Faced Lady's Reputation Through The Street Food Contest'. These two articles predicted the bankruptcy of the Cold-Faced Lady led by Meng Chang and the series of changes that Boss Pei would undergo after taking over the Cold-Faced Lady.
The author even added a link between the two essays as a reminder to the readers. It was also a hint to the readers: I'm not trying to ride on your popularity and kick you while you're down. I had already raised my doubts when the Cold-Faced Lady was at her peak. This article of mine is full of good stuff. It's completely different from those marketing accounts that look for information online!
Then, he entered the main text.
However, before that, the author had specially used a short paragraph to hint to the readers that the article this time was different from the previous two times.
"I decided to change my writing style after much consideration due to the content. I'll review the entire Cold-Faced Lady's rise and fall from Meng Chang's point of view. There might be some subjective views and historical references by this author, but I can guarantee that the key plot of the entire story is objective and practical. If there are any flaws or fallacies, I welcome everyone to criticize and correct me."
Qi Yan was even more surprised.
The previous two articles were written from a bystander's point of view. They were mainly objectively narrated and analyzed. The articles themselves might be filled with laughter and curses and there were some 'divine metaphors' that people took delight in talking about and were generally in more traditional ways.
However, this time, the author was going to write from Meng Chang's perspective?
Qi Yan felt that the article was not simple and continued reading.
… 
"November 8th, 2011, was a Tuesday. On this day, a young man named Meng Chang came to the building of Dream Realization Ventures in Jingzhou. He wanted to start his career there."
"He had a very grand plan and a very loud slogan, but almost no one can guess what he was really thinking about."
"Meng Chang should be someone with a performance personality and his acting skills are not bad."
"However, what he did not know was his heart must be filled with regret two months later, when he looked back at this Tuesday morning."
"The Cold-Faced Lady went from being established to becoming popular all over the internet, and then to being doubted and destroyed. That's exactly what the ancient saying goes: 'A country falls as abruptly and rapidly as it rises.'"
"Before the Cold-Faced Lady, no one would have thought that such a popular online restaurant brand would fail so quickly and completely."
"The fate of the Cold-Faced Lady has been decided since that Tuesday morning."
"Meng Chang chose Dream Realization Ventures as his first target for a very simple reason: he felt that the money there would be easy to obtain."
"Meng Chang will be called a 'perfect entrepreneur' in the near future, however he is not qualified to stand in front of the table now. His resume is not bad, but he has nothing else. His resume and eloquence alone are not enough to support him in fulfilling his dreams and goals. Other investors will give him money, but this money will definitely be accompanied by an unlimited liability agreement or buyback agreement. That is something Meng Chang cannot accept."
"In fact, Meng Chang only took 'hot money' in one instance from the beginning to the end. What's more, he is only in debt for a few million yuan. He's completely incomparable to entrepreneurs who are in debt for hundreds of millions."
"However, other entrepreneurs might not have signed similar agreements because of recklessness. It could also be because they still believe that their entrepreneurship can succeed. Meng Chang might not have signed similar agreements because he was cautious. It could also be because he knew from the beginning that his entrepreneurship was just a performance: He would be left with nothing after all the glory."
"As Tengda Corporation expanded, Boss Pei, the 'God of Investment' who would reap profits with every investment, decided to transfer his energy to other places. Dream Realization Ventures would follow the rules he set and invest money in those startups step by step. This allowed Meng Chang to see an opportunity."
"Meng Chang got the money as he wished and used 'Boss Pei Investments' as a topic to create hype. He even held a special news conference to explain the beautiful future of the cold-faced lady to the investors. From this, it can be seen that Meng Chang's passion for marketing is deeply ingrained in his bones. He desperately pursued popularity without considering the possible backlash in the future."


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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