Ana Kinsky Walker was walking home on New Years Eve, when suddenly, she's abducted! Will she ever get back home? And can she stop her extraterrestrial abductors from destroying her home?
WARNING : CONTAINS REFERENCES

Jim Reefer, a man with weak body died in the operation. When he wakes up he found himself in an alley and found out that he can use magic.

read the story and forgive me for my grammar didn't know i wanted to write a story should've listen to english class.

I don't own the picture the picture used and this story is only a fan fiction of famous books,movies and etc.

Cui Jiaying was gasping after she finished saying her piece and coughed quite badly.
Bai Muchuan didn't want her to get agitated and didn't talk about her son anymore.
"Fine, even though you didn't have confidence in the police, you should know that only by cooperating with the police, you'll have a way out…"
Cui Jiaying looked at the ceiling indifferently and sneered a few times without saying a word.
Bai Muchuan continued, "Operation Heaven's Wrath, you are one of the executors…" 
"Hurhur, hurhurhurhur." Cui Jiaying laughed and paused to catch a breath. "I won't tell you anything. Don't bother to waste time on me."
"Why must you go against the police?"
"If Operation Heaven's Wrath failed, they will kill my son."
"…"
Cui Jiaying's eyes were blank and listless.
Her words were similar to her faith which were engraved on her heart.
Even if it meant death for her, she wouldn't say a word.
Bai Muchuan stood there quietly for a moment before turning to nod his head at the doctor and left the ward.
…
The media reported that the hospital fire did not cause any casualties due to the timely arrival of the firefighters and the quick response of the hospital personnel where they quickly evacuated the patients out of the hospital. The cause of the fire was still under investigation. This incident had drawn a lot of public attention. There were even netizens who linked the incident to the 'zombie' case as they felt that it was similar to a 'scare' tactic, just like the 'zombie' case.
That day was three days before the Lunar New Year.
When Xiang Wan got hold of all these news, she was at home.
Fang Yuanyuan had taken a flight back to Jin City early in the morning.
The sky was already dark.
And she was alone at home.
She did not know what exactly happened at the hospital. She had been sitting inside her room for a long time and wrote some of her story plot. Then she tried to analyze the people involved in this case. This was the first case ever since she got to know Bai Muchuan, that all the victims had no social relations with the actual perpetrator.
Heaven's Wrath.
The wrath of heaven.
Who are the angry people? she thought.
And who are the people that they wanted to punish in this Operation Heaven's Wrath?
This was a very crucial question.
Xiang Wan placed a hand on her face to think for a moment and actually felt a little drowsy. She got up from the chair and wanted to go to the balcony to enjoy the night breeze and also to clear her head.
When she walked out of the bedroom, she noticed Bai Muchuan's briefcase was on the sofa…
He's back? she thought.
And he actually didn't let her know.
Xiang Wan's eyebrows turned downwards a little. She looked around the house and walked to the toilet.
The toilet near the living room was a very big one with a wet and dry area separated by a glass partition. Bai Muchuan was standing before the washstand in the toilet and was looking at the mirror. He was looking at himself in the mirror and seemed to be deep in thoughts… Until Xiang Wan's face showed up in the mirror.
He seemed a little startled as he saw the bright and beautiful pair of eyes in the mirror.
"Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Things are not moving smoothly?" Xiang Wan walked up slowly to him and hugged him from behind.
"Mm." Bai Muchuan did not move but he put a hand on hers. "We can give up Cui Jiaying already."
"Why?"
"She won't talk."
He told Xiang Wan what happened at the hospital. "They had it all planned out that she wouldn't be able to say anything."
"Not necessarily." Xiang Wan said seriously, "It's not definite that she wouldn't talk."
"A woman would keep her mouth shut for a child."
"That's right!" Xiang Wan agreed and moved beside him. She looked at his face with a smile. "Her child is her weakness but also her armor at the same time. Her child could be the reason that she would keep her mouth shut as well as being the key to getting her to talk!"
Bai Muchuan's eyes lit up.
He looked at Xiang Wan in the mirror.
Her eyes were glimmering and her eyebrows were slightly raised with a gleam of confidence.
Undoubtedly, Xiang Wan was the charming type of woman. "As long as we got the right key, there is no lock that couldn't be opened."
Bai Muchuan frowned for a moment, he held her hand and pulled her closer. His stiff expression seemed to relax a little and he even showed a smile. "My Little Xiang Wan, you're getting really sly. Tell me, what wicked idea have you come up with?"
"Hey, it's not a wicked idea. Any idea that is for the good of the people is an invaluable advice…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Bai Muchuan laughed and pinched her nose gently. His earlier tense and gloomy face was replaced with a livelier and relaxed expression as if he didn't know how he could dote on her. Then he gave a peck on her lips. "Mm, I've given you the seal of approval, words that come from your mouth will certainly be invaluable advice."
"…"
Seal of approval? On the mouth?
Xiang Wan rolled her eyes. "Geez!"
Bai Muchuan couldn't wait to hear her out. "Quick! Tell me, how are we going to find that key?"
"The best key is," explained Xiang Wan, "of course, her son. Based on what she had said, the chances of locating and saving her son are too small… So, we should only try to find the master key."
Bai Muchuan raised his eyebrows. "Master key?"
Xiang Wan blinked at him. "In order to get her to talk, we need to lie!"
"Lie?"
"What if her son's dead? Surely she would want to avenge her son?"
"…"
Bai Muchuan turned grim in an instant. "As the police, we can't do that."
"You can't but I can!" Xiang Wan smiled. "I'm not the police. Moreover…" Her expression seemed slightly down. "To be frank, from what she had told you, chances are, her son should have been dead long ago."
"Why?"
"She did not manage to see him once. She couldn't even hear his voice. This is really abnormal. Moreover, her kid was so young then, do you really think the Dark Clan would be so nice to help find a nanny to take care of that young kid? You have to know that although kids are the most powerful tool to threaten a mom, taking care of a kid is also the most troublesome hot potato one could lay their hands on. Especially when the kid is still so young and knows nothing…"
Bai Muchuan nodded his head. "So what do you intend to do?"
"I'll let the Dark Clan know that Cui Jiaying wanted to see her son… Otherwise, she would expose all that she knows!"
"How are you going to do that?"
"The same method that we use to tell them that Cui Jiaying has woken up."
"Through 'Murder The Dream Guy'?"
From this 'arson' incident, she could confirm that the Dark Clan did read her novel, "Murder The Dream Guy".
Bai Muchuan's eyebrows were closely knitted.
After a long silence, he managed to calm down.
"Fine."
Xiang Wan looked at him through his mirror reflection and smiled.
Bai Muchuan also looked at the mirror where their line of sight met each other…
And sparks were sent flying.
He suddenly laughed and carried her up by her waist.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"… What do you think?"
Xiang Wan was startled by the look in his eyes. "No putting on credit. You haven't updated your novel."
"I'm worried that too many words would tire my beauty out. We should take it slowly."
"…"
Too many words would tire my beauty out? What is he talking about? thought Xiang Wan indignantly.
"Tsk!" Xiang Wan snorted angrily.
"The more words there are, the merrier! I'm not afraid at all!"
"It's good that you're not afraid." Bai Muchuan carried her to the bathroom in their bedroom and placed her on top of the washstand. Then he knocked her head. "I'll give you more, so you could digest all in one go!"
Xiang Wan stared at him with her eyes wide-opened.
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Wah! I'm going to die of bliss…"
She had automatically thought that he meant the number of words and chapters and was so elated that she jumped onto Bai Muchuan's back and hang onto him like a monkey. "So when are you going to write? Tonight? Hmm, something's not right…" She finally realized the location that she was brought to as she was too exhilarated earlier. "Why did you come here when you wanted to write your chapter?"


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

A generation ago, feminist struggles were in full swing around the world. Today, it could be said that the world was in a post-feminist era. What it changed, in the end… not much...
This fight for gender equality finally concluded after a few years of naked demonstrations and slogans easy to remember. When the feminists decided, this particular winter, on that snowy evening, to go back home, many cries were heard.
Finally, the decision to stop and go back home was taken after a summit of the world's top leaders. In his conclusion speech, one of them announced, ladies, I understood you! What did he understand? Historians were still debating nowadays; the most likely reason was that he understood that the toilet seat should be folded down after use. However, he was now dead and it was no longer possible to have the final word of the story from his mouth, hence the incessant debates on the question.
Not much change, it did not mean that nothing had changed. The most significant change had taken place in the feminization of trade titles. Now, was it really a benefit related to feminist struggles? Again, the discussions were open. According to recent work by renowned historians, it seemed that this advance was the direct consequence of protests from brothel customers, where the use of a unisex term in some languages, even masculine in others risked undermining to their reputation. Protests were all the more likely to be heard when among the said customers, there was a significant part of the political class.
The big History with a big H was often made of little histories with a little h of that kind. All this was in the past; today, it was customary to add the term 'female' before the name of a profession when the one who exercised the said profession was a woman, and to add nothing when it was a man, because it was too long to write for the gentlemen.
Cunnie was so a doctor's assistant, a title that included a medical secretary, a nurse, a surgical instrument giver, a few simple things like taking temperature and blood pressure, checking the condition of the tonsils or load ear wax, and often sexual partner of doctors.
The post of assistant was generally vested by women but they were not designed as female-assistant, it was contrary to the military protocol which wanted to be unisex and whose functions were by default male. The reason invoked for this idiosyncrasy was that writing the word 'female' in front of all these professions in their reports deteriorated their literary style and that in addition, sometimes, they did not even know the sex of the person in question, because certain parents had ambiguous choices when it came to naming their offspring, so to avoid offending the sensitivity of the aforementioned person it was better to keep the neutrality or masculinity of the military function, especially since the war was serious, feminizing titles, was it really a necessary coquetry? In the face of these persistent gyrations, the titles of the army had remained neutral.
Neutrality-masculinity led to describe a woman charged to sweep the corridors not with the term cleaning-lady, nor even a surface technician, but a cleaning-man.
In any case, the title of surface technician in force for a time had been abandoned because it was considered too pompous. There was still a particular case, that of the female-ironers who were necessarily female-ironers and not simply ironer, for obscure reasons related to the physiological incapacity of the men to use correctly an iron, the tradition and the love of work well made, so that this job was de facto reserved to women and the feminization was kept.
Whatever, Moa had met this doctor's assistant, Cunnie, a little over three years ago.
It was a pretty hot summer day and he fell asleep on his moped, mouth ajar.
And under these conditions, an accident quickly happened, he swallowed a fly.
He was rushed to the infirmary, the normal procedure in such a circumstance. The operation was not very complicated but it had to be entrusted to a professional, especially since the fly had missed the esophagus around the pharynx and had ended up in the trachea, requiring rapid operation and general anesthesia, just that the patient did not disturb the surgeon.
He was taken care of by Doctor Lingus who performed a very good operation. When he woke up in the dedicated room, he found himself face to face with the doctor's assistant, incidentally his wife, Cunnie. It was at this precise moment he was, still vaporous by the effects of anesthesia, dazzled by her beauty.
Moa quickly approached Doctor Lingus, the one who had saved his life.
The Lingus couple had arrived in the region a short time before and they did not have a busy social life. So the doctor and Moa became good friends. After some time, he managed to convert him to the game to the point that the Mikado games had become a real drug for the doctor.
Moa had a foolproof method to retain his prey. At first, he adapted his level of play so that the doctor won the majority of games, willingly letting him win games without interest. When he saw that he was addicted enough, he decided to offer to bet small sums of money.
The first bets were small, more like a symbol and Moa always made sure to leave his opponent winning. From time to time, he would raise his level, just enough to win a match and avoid becoming an ATM. Then one day, without realizing it, the doctor ended up losing every game.
Moa let him hope by generally winning the game by a small margin, but the main thing was to win.
As he lost his games and his money, the doctor sank into alcohol.
When you were drinking at home, it didn't matter, when you were drinking at work, it was more problematic, especially if it led to professional mistakes.
Cunnie could have helped her husband, but she was unaware of anything, and the doctor hid his game well, the descent into hell had been carried out on a slope gentle enough to remain almost insensitive. Even if she had realized at that time, it was already too late.
One day, he was given the delicate operation of an ingrown nail. His behavior was a little strange for his colleagues, he had changed, they knew it, but no one noticed his drunkenness, well masked by the massive intake of menthol candy. He missed the operation and one of his colleagues had to catch up by amputating his patient's arm.
A report was written, which unfortunately for the doctor was not lost; his career was over. He went to martial court and was sentenced to death. He was overcome with shame and decided to accept his conviction. The execution took place the next day, in public, to set an example.
His long-term work had finally paid off; Moa got rid of his rival. However, he could not harvest what he had sown.
Cunnie sank into depression and left the regiment before Moa had the opportunity to comfort her. She was the assistant of a dead man and so she was no longer of use for anything in the third regiment.
Moa had finally forgotten about it, but seeing her again in this situation rekindled his flame, which ultimately required only a small draft to restart. He was both happy but ashamed that gastric problems brought them together again.
According to military protocol, it was fashionable to greet a superior, provided that the number of salutes was less than seven, because above it was too long. Cunnie was an assistant who was returning to the regiment, and obviously a direct hierarchic superior to Moa. As she was not very strict with the protocol marks, she asked him to stop, especially since his attention aimed to the protocol caused a movement of intestinal peristalsis leading to the expulsion of quite foul-smelling gases.
She introduced herself by saying that the doctors had not yet returned from the briefing and that it was therefore she, as a medical student and as part of an internship in emergency medicine, who was going to examine him. The diagnosis was fairly simple to establish, a small gastroenteritis associated with meteorism that was treated with simple antibiotics, and that she would also recommend taking active charcoal tablets for flatulence. However, if she had resumed studying medicine, she had yet to graduate and had no right to write a prescription, so he would have to wait for the arrival of a doctor, a real one.
To pass the time, Moa asked her if she remembered him.
Vaguely, yes, but she had crossed so many new heads since her return here two months earlier, so that she still had trouble putting names on the faces, but such a thick upper lip did not go unnoticed.
Moa was a little disappointed she did not remember him and reminded him that he had been a good friend of her husband.
It still didn't come back to her so he went on asking how this good doctor was; you know he owed him his life. The medical student's eyes blurred, she mumbled that she was unfortunately a widow, that her husband had died, that they unfortunately never had children because of a vasectomy her husband had undergone following an idiotic bet.
She obviously still had a little trouble coping with the reality of the situation. A tragic fate, commented Moa who, to lighten the mood, directed the conversation towards Cunnie, what had become of her, he remembered that she was an assistant in the past, not a future doctor.
Indeed, but after the death of her husband, she had lost balance a little, she had decided to return to their region of origin, to her parents, and then, she had to take care of her spirit. Then, as she was still quite young, she decided to enroll in university, and as she was to become doctor, this would bring her a little closer to her late husband.
She seemed serious in her desire to become a doctor, which did not really help Moa's business. For long months, he had finally forgotten about Cunnie but in fact, she remained etched in his mind. Thinking otherwise was just lying to himself. To see her again like that, it was like regaining memory after a long amnesia.
He still wanted her.
Yes but here it was, if she managed to become a doctor, she would rise in rank, at least lieutenant, and probably even captain because she had already served and a doctor was not hired at lower grades.
He so asked her and she briefly explained the situation to him.
For the time being she was still a sergeant when Moa was a corporal. The military could totally tolerate a relationship between two people of fairly close rank. Both were non-commission officers. A lieutenant and a corporal, legally, it was impossible. It was really necessary to find unstoppable arguments so that the army accepted, but it was not possible between a captain and a corporal, the army would force its own view about the definition of a couple. 
If you don't understand this rule, tell yourself that no one really understood it. When the ancient Minister of Armies issued these regulations, it was like that. The national representation did not include many soldiers or former soldiers and since the vote had been submitted at lunchtime, there were not many members present at the time of the vote and the majority of those who were present were hungry, preferring to vote in agreement with the minister to have a bite to eat rather than to debate on a subject that did not really concern them.
Next, you should know that the soldiers had no right to strike, or to protest in the streets. Demonstrations were allowed, but only in ancient amphitheaters meeting ISO#112 security standards, rare places throughout the country. So, the protestation was not especially effective.
It is only because I am an omniscient narrator that I know what is hidden behind the story. This requires looking at a former Minister of the Armies, a certain Gar Davooh. He was a former soldier, a non-commissioned officer who fell in love with a much more senior hierarchical superior. But this young woman only had eyes for a squaddy of her regiment. It was an open-wound in Gar's heart and when he was offered the post of minister, on the pretext that his father was the veterinarian of the Prime Minister's dog, he passed this law. If I can't have it, my dear squaddy, you won't have it either, this was his reasoning. It was a mundane story, probably an unfair law from another time, a tradition in an army which did not want to reform itself, but a soldier could only marry in rank more or less one and no more.
As for the penalty, in addition to the fact that the marriage was unlikely to be validated by the authorities, the offenders risked a hundred push-ups and dick-in-shoe-polish.
He had to succeed in seducing Cunnie before she became a doctor, so that the army to find itself in a fait accompli for which it had more difficulty enforcing its vision of couple relationships. This was how Cunnie and her husband could exercised together despite an important difference in rank, married before entering the army at a time when the army could not refuse the arrival of medical staff.
At worst, even if a demission was administratively difficult, she would have exercise as a doctor in the civilian sector.
After this little story, the topics of conversation between Cunnie and Moa were exhausted.
A doctor finally arrived. He looked at Cunnie with envious eyes, then at Moa with disgusted eyes, and then at the notes she had scribbled on with professional eyes. The doctor threw an approval mark and then told Moa that there were no drugs right now, the next delivery should wait until the following week, this paper was the prescription and he could do nothing more, the day was going to be long even if the photoperiod decreased significantly with each passing day.
As he had nothing more to do in the infirmary, he thanked the two representatives of the medical team, emphasizing a little more for Cunnie whose work he was happy with.
He took over the direction of the corridor, two floors above. Although he asked the elevator to remain open to allow a secretary to take advantage of it, no one dared to go up with him, claiming a phobia of enclosed spaces.

Imagine a world where roller shutters is the promising area publicized by royalty. Imagine a world where Mikado and trunk throwing are the king-sports, moving and electrifying crowds. Imagine a world where beautiful mechanics are revered. Imagine a world where a butterfly wing-flap may or may not cause a downpour on the other side of the world. Imagine a world where the fundamental freedom is to wipe your backside with fleece triple-ply toilet paper in pure fir-wood.
Well, as perfect as it can be, this world is at war.
After several years of conflict, Moa, a non-commissioned officer, got up that morning to go to report...

3.00 am Chris's room, Chris is sitting in front of his computer, seemly searching for some information. 
"Hmm… just what did I miss out? I thought I was close enough to found out the biggest puzzle piece of this mystery… but…what was that actually?" 
"Meow~?" A black and white stripe cat jumped onto Chris's lap 
"Ah! Byako(White Tiger)! What's wrong?" 
"Meowmeow…" 
"Oh! Sorry! I just don't feel sleepy right now… Sorry for making you worry." Chris said as he patted and massaged Byako's neck… Uh… Wait! Does that mean Chris can actually understand cat's language?!

Chapter 14

4.30 pm Sky walk down from the stair seeing Chris sitting on the sofa, watching some random soap drama with Byako. 

"When I thought I was the only one who can't sleep…Anything bothering you?" 
"Yes… But not really sure what it is." 
"Haha! You surely get even weirder than ever." Said Sky while sitting next to Chris. 
"Your mouth is as bad as usual… So, you have decided to help Itsuki-kun right?" 
"Ah, it just that I can't bear to have an innocent girl sacrifice in this mess" 
"Hmm... 'Innocent' indeed." "Eh? What do you mean by that? Do you know anything detail about her?" 
"Of course I do, I thought you should know her as well, can't you remember…*suddenly realize of something*…Ah… never mind…Anyway, if you really want to save her, I wouldn't even bother to join you." 
"Why?" 
"After all, she's not the puzzle piece I'm looking for." 
"What do you mean by that Chris? Hey! Wait!" Chris ignored Sky, he leaves the sofa, going upstairs while cuddling Byako. 
"Cih! That cat freak!" 

Suddenly Chris stopped and said: "If you plan to save her, you should take your move now, her execution will be within three days from now." "Eh?" Chris went upstairs leaving Sky with a blank face…

That morning, school, Sky is talking with Seito… 

"Seriously? You mean Chris is not joining us for this operation?" 
"Yeah… But it's not a bad thing for him not joining us, I'm kinda of worry about his condition… Hey! That's not my main point! Pay attention alright? We are doing this for your cousin okay?!" 
"Ha! Sorry! But, I'm quite curious about what you said just now, what's with Chris's condition? Is it really that bad?" 
"I can't tell but it seems like his condition is getting worse, he seems to space out more often than usual, especially after what happen last night." 
"Yes…That 'small' accident is indeed not anything we could just overlook." 
"Yes… moreover he locks himself in his room again today. Says! I heard that Itsuki can be discharged this afternoon right ?" 
"Yes, it should be around that time." "So I'm planning to start the operation tomorrow, as Chris said, Ai's execution is just three days from now." 
"Although I feel that it's kinda rushing, but I guess we have no choice, I have the responsibility to repent Itsuki's mistake, like a big brother *smile*…" 
"Ha! Nice one!"

At the same time, Chris's room. Chris is sitting in front of his computer again... The screen shows a mystery document with the name of 'WAR 6757- Missing Subject.' Chris opened that document, he carefully read through the contents. 

"Date XX/XX/XX, experiment subject Artificial Intelligent AI0380 has gone missing, as the subject is a potential deadly murdering tool, the retrieving of the subject is essential… Ah! I guess this is no longer needed anymore." Chris enter a random command code and a dialogue appeared requesting Chris to enter an ID and password before he can delete that document, without any hesitation, Chris key in his name and password and click enter, another dialogue appeared. 

"Authorization complete, ID Status: King, operation allowed, 'WAR 6757' successfully canceled and deleted." Chris look at the screen with a smirk on his face…

The next day, outside Sky's house. 

"So, what's the plan Big Boss?" 
"A good question, Seito-kun, I haven't made any plan for this yet…" 
"What???" 
"But I do at least know what should I do at this moment.* took out Flash*… ready to go Itsuki-kun?" 
"Yes." 
"You guys are surely…Now I kinda regret not having Chris with us." 
"Ok! Let's go!" Sky unsheathed Flash and slashed through the air, a narrow-shaped dimensional portal appeared, all three of them stepped into the portal… while Chris is watching quietly from the window.

And so, the group passed through the portal and reached an unknown dimension, it is a small closed area, like a cave with damp and heavy atmosphere. 

"Uh…Sky, are you sure we are in the right place?" 
"Yes…like I said, although I haven't make a detailed plan or rather I don't have much time to make one but at least I have spent some time go through every key point that we should take note of, which included the exact place." 
"Ah!... *mumbling*… I just noticed his eye bags…" 
"I have borrowed Chris's 'sense link', so it shouldn't be a problem to find the exact location of Ai." 
"Oh…*thinking*… I don't even know that can be borrowed." 
"Let's go! Follow my step." 
"Roger.".

So, to make the long story short… again(as I'm not that hardworking enough to write all of the small fighting scenes and I really hate to write it, so I'll just skip it.), they passed a very long and narrow pathway, they reached an old building. 

"Sense link activate. Ah! So that's where the execution room is… let's headed there now!" 
"What? How?" 
"Chris's teleport, I borrowed it." 
"Eh?!" Without any warning Sky teleported along with Seito and Itsuki...

Meanwhile Chris's room… 

"Ah…He activated the teleport, that idiot, I wonder will he be alright by himself… Ah! Never mind, I have my own problem though." Chris is still sitting in front of his computer seemly doing some searching for information...

Back to Sky, those three are seems to be floating in the middle of the air… 

"Wow! This is really something…" In a big chamber or rather a hall, Ai is tied up on the wall with chains naked, her eyes are covered up with a piece of cloth and her body are all cover with scar and injuries, it can deduct that she has been 'punished' countless time before due to the old injuries scar. 
"This is horrible…" said Itsuki 
"Yeah… even I have to agree with you." Said Sky. Surrounded Ai are a few rows of empty seats as if someone has well prepared for tomorrow's 'show' which is Ai's execution.

"Now, let's get her down." 
"Wait! How are we going to pass through guard without even being noticed?" Seito asked. 
"Well~ We don't need to." Said Sky jump down directly to the middle of the hall which 'successfully' drew all the attention of the guards, when the guards surrounded Sky, Sky launched a magic wave that knocks down every single guard that is surrounding him. 
"See?" 
"Tsk...That guy is as flashy as ever." Said Seito while jumped down to the ground followed by Itsuki. 
"I really wonder what's in your mind, with all the big flashy move you just made, the enemy should have noticed us right now." 
"Aren't that's great?" 
"You are surely an idiot aren't you?" 
"Don't mind about that, what's important right now is get Ai-chan down from there." 
"Ok, let's go Itsuki." "Yes…"

"Ah! How excited they are…eh?" Suddenly Sky heard a voice in his head. 
"Sky, can you hear me?" 
"Oh! So it's you Chris! What's up?" 
"Don't just 'what's up' me, you can't be really not making any plan for this operation right?" 
"Actually, I really didn't…" 
"You are an idiot." 
"Chris, you can't be just telepathing me just to say these right?" 
"I'm not an idiot like you, I'm thinking you might be facing some problem later, so I'm going to lend you a hand by giving you some important information." 
"What information?" 
"Listen well, if you ever face the Killer's Boss, tell him that he doesn't have the 'ownership' of Ai, the Kingdom did." 
"Eh? What's that supposed to mean?" 
"Well…That's all I have to tell you…*coughing*…." 
"Chris? Are you alright?" "Anyway, that's all for now, bye." 
"Wait Chris! Ah…" Meanwhile Seito and Itsuki have already get Ai down by breaking the chain with Seito's mini magic blade, Itsuki covered Ai with an overcoat he wears, carefully remove the blindfold. 
"It's you guys, but how…" 
"No time to explain, let's go!" Noticed that Ai might not be able to run so fast with all the injuries, Itsuki gives her a princess hug (moe!!!!)…but before they could go anywhere, the Boss appeared in front of them with all the other killers. 
"Damn you Sky! I knew that we are going to draw all this unnecessary attention!" 
"Well, it's not that bad at all." Said Sky with an innocent look….
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At the same time, Chris's room 
"Ah! So that's the reason why… Wait! I remember I have an old book that has the similar record of this…" said Chris, while leaving the computer desk, the computer screen shows a documentary on Dracula, and on the desk there is some empty case of medicine along with a thermometer that shows 39.2 Celsius degree…

"So, you must be the leader of that well known 'Special Human Union' right? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Mr. X, boss of this organization, I..." 
"Cut off all this tasteless talk, straight to the point, moreover I don't even know what the hell is this 'Special Human Union'. Thank you." "Ahem... Sorry, we can't let you take her, but if you insist..." The Killer's members are all equipped with weapons and magic, ready to launch attacks anytime. 
"Sky, what's now? There are a few hundreds of well-trained killer, I don't think it's a wise option to break through by force, especially with Ai's condition right now." 
"True... I guess I have to admit that Chris might have foresight power after all." 
"What?" 
"*smirk*...Hey! Mr. X, mind to hear me out for a while?" 
"Made it short." "Just now, Chris says that if you insist not to let go of Ai-chan, he wants me to let you know that, Ai belongs to the Kingdom, not you, you have no legal ownership on her. That's all." 
"Kingdom... Chris... It seems like I have heard these names before... what is it... Kingdom... Ah! It's can't be!" Mr. X seems a little shocked and he makes a hand gesture, all the other killer retreat. 
"Alright, you may take her away and if you ever met His Majesty, give him my apologies. Good bye." Then Mr. x disappeared in a mist. "Wow! Sky, what was that just now?" 
"I don't know... Anyway, we need to go..." Sky look at Ai for a while, then he cut open a portal, they entered the portal...

The same day, 6.15 pm. 
"You two bring Ai-chan to hospital, I'll go check out on Chris, I'm worried about him." 
"Okay! See you later."...

A few minutes later, Sky gets back home...

 "Chris, I'm back!*no ones answer*...Chris? He's not at home? Wait a second *remember the conversation just now*..." Sky rushed upstairs, found that Chris's room is locked inside out. 
"Damn! Chris! Open the Door!" Sky knocked the door frantically, after some attempt with no answer, Sky break open the door by force. Sky entered the room, then he found Chris near the book rack, pale and unconscious... 
"Chris!" Sky hold Chris up (princess hug) and ran out the door...

Two Immortals had lost their memories due to several reasons and they had to stay in the human world that is Known as Null Dimension with the identity of high school students in order to find out the truth, which the hint slowly lead them to the boy which is the bloodline for the ancient vampire Master Dracula. 

The Immortals have to face enemies from different places in order to succeed in their mission, however, they soon found out the whole crisis they are facing are related to an overpowered organization that is known as Kingdom, which later they realized that they are actually directly related to that organization but they can't remember anything about it. 

And then the writer starts getting crazy and added lots of 'interesting' elements in it. Causing the lives of the Immortals even more difficult than before as she is lusting for blood... *cough *... Yes, I'm serious about this. As the writer getting darker and darker and hating life, the story goes darker and darker and more disturbing as the story proceeds. 

The laziness of the writer causes a lot of grammatical errors that she never plans to correct it, so this turns out to be a good material for students to learn grammatical errors. 

In short, this story is about two overpowered characters that lost their memories and had no choice but to live in the human world as high school students. 

Anyways, update every Tuesday and Friday. (could have extra or less depends on my mood and level of motivation) 

By the way, what I said about the grammatical errors is purely a joke, don't take it seriously if you are not even planning to read it. *roll eyes*

His uncle was an upright soldier, he should not be the person Sheng Fenghua was talking about.
Regarding this result, Si Zhanbei was actually a little disappointed. However, this disappointment came and went quickly. No matter what, his uncle was still alive, which was the greatest comfort.
As long as a person was alive, it was only a matter of time before they met.
Back at home, Sheng Fenghua had nothing to do for a while, she turned around and went into the space to make medicine. Si Zhanbei went to the study room and started to write the action plan.
This time, he had to capture all the members of the blood shadow terrorist organization. Today, the chief also said on the phone that an international alliance had been formed to deal with the terrorist organization. Each country would attack at the same time and eliminate the members of the blood shadow organization within each country's borders.
Therefore, his most important task now was to contact the blood thorn as soon as possible within two days and get the name list of the members of the blood shadow organization within our borders. When that time came, he would take them down in one fell swoop.
Thinking of this, Si Zhanbei could not help but think of Si Mufeng's figure and the things he had given him previously.
Although it was not a name list, it was a few of the blood shadow organization's strongholds in B city.
This allowed him to once again connect blood thorn and Si Mufeng. However, once he thought of Sheng Fenghua's words, he once again became suspicious.
This question lingered in Si Zhanbei's mind for a long time before it dispersed. Then, he focused on planning the operation this time.
After settling the operation plan, Si Zhanbei saw that it was still early, so he decided to discuss it with Yang Lei again. After all, he had no soldiers or guns now, so he still had to rely on his comrades at the police station.
Si Zhanbei said goodbye to Sheng Fenghua and went to the police station again.
Yang Lei saw that Si Zhanbei was a little excited and said, "young master Si, I was just looking for you. "
"What's the matter? " Si Zhanbei looked at Yang Lei and asked faintly.
"Young Master Si, Ye Fengchi ran away. " Yang Lei's face turned serious. The people he sent just now called and said that they found ye Fengchi's place, but it was empty.
As for when he had run away, even the security guard at the door did not know. They had checked the nearby prison, but they had also found nothing.
Now, with Ye Fengchi running away, it would definitely be a great hindrance to their actions. This was also the reason why he was anxious to find Si Zhanbei. He wanted to see if he could find ye Fengchi and control him first.
"He ran away? " Si Zhanbei's expression was a little ugly. At this juncture, Ye Fengchi had actually run away. Then where would he go?
If he was still in B city, it would be fine, but he was afraid that he had already left. This way, things would not be easy to handle.
"What about the clubhouse? Have you sent people to investigate? " Si Zhanbei recalled that Ye Fengchi and blood soul had met at the clubhouse, so he could not help but ask.
"We've investigated, but there's no one. " Yang Lei shook his head. Not only did his people go to the clubhouse, but they also went to Ye Fengchi's other properties, but they did not find anything.
"Didn't they have a mission recently? This ye Fengchi should not have run away. He should be hiding somewhere. " Si Zhanbei thought for a moment, then secretly analyzed it and said.
The blood soul came because he had a mission. The mission was not over yet. As the person-in-charge of B City, Ye Fengchi would not run away easily.
"He's hiding. " Yang Lei frowned. B City was so big with so many people. It was not easy to find someone who wanted to hide.
"I'll think of another way and see if I can find him. " Si Zhanbei looked at Yang Lei's troubled face and suddenly thought of Xue CI.

She was a medical expert, talented and beautiful. She was reborn as his little wife. Her in-laws did not like her, her husband did not love her, and she was as timid as a mouse. She was weak and easy to bully.
When she became her, her goal was to flirt with him, flirt with him, flirt with him!
One day, she stood in front of him with a mischievous expression. "Young Master Si, I heard that you have a crush on me? "
Si Zhanbei raised his head and glanced at her. He stretched out his big hand and pulled her into his embrace. "Wife, this is a love affair. "
So... ... The result of flirting with him was that the sheep went into the tiger's mouth ...

Su Qingsang looked at the two youngsters in front of her and sighed.
"You are sure about this? That is a life."
"Yes." The two answered together and Su Qingsang had no choice but to consent. There was an empty operating room open anyway.
She sat back to her seat and wrote the prescription.
"Take her to do an examination and pay the fee. Do you have money?"
"Yes. I do." Su Yuxin nodded, took the prescription, and looked at Su Qingsang. For the first time, he very sincerely smiled at sister to whom he had never been so friendly before.
"Sister, thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." She looked at the little girl. "You are young; rest for a few days after the surgery."
"I have to go to school-"
"I will write a note for you for an excused absence. If you don't recover well, it will be difficult for you to have a child later. You don't want that, do you?"
The girl didn't answer. Su Qingsang sighed and asked someone to arrange the operating room.
The girl followed Su Yuxin out.
Su Qingsang felt a headache when she stood up. She suddenly stopped. Huo Jinyao didn't seem to use any protection when he was with her. But she-
Calculating the date in her mind, she realized she was safe now, but what about later? Was she ready to be a mother so soon? Was she ready to have a child? No, what she should be asking herself was: was she confident that she could bear the responsibility of being a mother, of bringing life into the world?
Lips pursed in a straight line, Su Qingsang struggled for only a few seconds before she prescribed herself a bottle of long-acting contraceptives.
After the operation, Su Qingsang knew the girl's name. It was Bai Zhihan, a very beautiful name. Su Qingsang prescribed her some medicine, arranged the ward for her, also gave her the note for school.
"You help her ask off from school, for one week, at least," She said to her brother. She turned her face to Bai Zhihan, "Have a good rest. I will ask the nurses to check the wards here often. You can call me if you have any problem."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Su Qingsang went out of the ward, followed by Su Yuxin. He used to dislike Su Qingsang; no one would like his father's illegitimate daughter after all.
Now, standing in front of Su Qingsang, he looked rather bashful, as if he didn't know what to say.
"Sister."
"Is there something else?" Su Qingsang seemed to remember something. "Uh, you're supposed to be at school now, aren't you? Are you going back to school today?"
"I—"Su Yuxin was a little embarrassed. "Can you write a note for sick leave for me, too? I want to take care of her here tomorrow."
The expression in Su Qingsang's eyes changed a bit. She didn't expect her brother to be this responsible. "Is a day enough?"
"Yes thank you. And, don't tell dad about it."
"Don't worry. I know."
Su Qingsang was about to leave, but she couldn't help but say something. "Hey, I know that you've grown up and you probably already understand some things. I don't object to you having a relationship and having a girlfriend. Next time, remember to protect the girl. Abortions and pregnancy are not something a young girl should have to do with."
Su Yuxin's face was full of embarrassment, but he did not refute. "I got it. I will be careful next time."
"Off you go."
Su Qingsang kept busy until it was almost time to go home. Before she left, she went to the ward again, where Bai Zhihan was already sleeping. Su Yuxin was keeping her company. Su Qingsang sent them a packed meal and asked the restaurant to send a pot of soup. She told Su Yuxin to make Bai Zhihan eat it.
As she left the hospital, she saw Huo Jinyao was there to pick her up. Su Qingsang suddenly tightened her fingers around the handle of her bag, where there she had the contraceptive pills she prescribed for herself.


The young master of the Huo Family was well-known in the Rong City. Having been brought up in a military, political, and business family, he was decisive in dealing with businesses, yet sexually continent as it was said. Nevertheless, he happened to fall in love with an illegitimate daughter. 
The disgraceful illegitimate daughter had been detested by her whole family, but suddenly won the love of the young master of the Huo Family.
Since then, he turned into a “slave” of his wife and pampered her.
Mrs. Huo: “They say I am an illegitimate daughter, and totally out of your league.”
Master Huo: “Who has such a big mouth! I’m gonna sew it up!”
Mrs. Huo started circling on his chest with a finger, “They also say you’ll get tired of me sooner or later.”
Master Huo held his wife into his arms, proving his love to her with practical actions, “Nonsense! My wife’s body is soft and easy to be pushed down to bed, how come I will get tired of you!?”
Mrs. Huo: “Pervert!”

Bella was still in her dream, and she wished to stay there.. She knew her parents would disappear as soon as she opened her eyes, so she tight it shut, gazing at the beautiful couple lying on the garden. She felt as if slowly her vision was diminishing.. She felt the whole picture before her fading out and slowly a white roof filling its space with a piercing light aching her eyes .. She saw a man in white coat holding her hand and shouting something to a nurse nearby. Even though she couldn't hear anything, she could clearly make out that he was very anxious.. She felt her head very heavy and placed her hands on her forehead to feel it covered with bandages.. So she was badly hit and was still alive.. she sighed. She tried to move her legs and was surprised that she couldn't.  Both her legs were plastered and she could feel deep pain radiating till her back as she moved. She shook the doctor's hand and glared at him demanding an explanation.. The doctor was a middle aged looking man who looked very kind. He winked at her and said, "The surgery went perfectly well, and you have got a super healing body.. I did not know till the end of the surgery that you cannot hear, and I kept on calling out in vain.. You might have to stay for a few days here before getting discharged.. Just write your home address and phone number. Lucky for you that the man standing outside is very kind. He had been here for a while. The fog yesterday was so thick that you got knocked off by his car.. He had been very anxious and stood awake the whole night. You might be knowing him very well. " Bella could easily make out his lips but wasn't sure what he was telling, she did not know who the man is herself.
Bella asked for a paper and pen and immediately wrote her address and phone number.. She was surprised that she had been unconscious for a day and wondered again who it was that brought her here… She had only a blurred image of that person yesterday and he looked so familiar.
She tried to peep out through the door outside but couldn't get a glance at the person standing outside. She wished to thank him but she could see only his shadow and she stopped straining her neck as it started paining.
She was too tired and could already feel herself dozing off and falling into another deep sleep.

Peter was in a hurry as he was already late to attend the international conference. It was rescheduled for him and he couldn't afford to be absent this time too.. He found that the climate was very bad and the fog was thickening and he could barely see the road that he was driving..
He suddenly saw someone infront of his car and he tried his best to bring the person's notice by sounding his car horn continuously, but the person did not seem to budge.. He couldn't reduce the speed either.. and before he could do something, the girl got struck by his car and fell on the ground. He could see from the car itself that blood were pouring out of her head.. She had a short hair and looked very weak but strangely familiar.. He rushed out of the car to the person who lay on the ground.. She had beautiful eyes, that was deeply in pain .. He could immediately recognize her. She was that same girl, that short haired arrogant girl who made him crazy everytime he meets her.
But this time he was panicked. He was seeing her in pain and she was getting unconcious, he did not waste much time and carried her in his arms and rushed to his car.. He drove stright to the hospital, his heart panting heavily as he felt the girl with her head on his chest was not moving, her breath shallow and blood all over his white shirt.. He was determined to save her by any means as he placed her in the stretcher and watched her silently, getting treated.
Somebody rushed to him and asked in a hurry, " Do you know this girl?"
"Yes. Please try to save her." Peter found to his surprise that his sound was cracking and was full of emotions. 
" Ok then, what is her name?" The lady that appeared like a nurse to him enquied.
"Her name... I forgot... " It occurred to him that he did not even know the name of this girl who felt so close to him for a moment before..

It was late evening and it had begun to get dark outside. The girl had been sent for surgery and he was waiting outside. He did not even know her name and with his fame and hold, he could easily disappear from the scene without anyone pointing a finger at him.. He did not even know whether the girl would survive, but he stood there at the door for the doctor to come out and say something..
He was starting to doze off when the operation theatre opened and the doctor came out..
" You said that you know her, don't you even know that the girl is deaf and dumb? You should have informed it prior to the operation.. We were wondering why the girl was'nt responding.. Anyways, the surgery went fine but the girl's leg will have to be plastered for a few days, so she will need to stay here and someone have to be there with her. So inform her parents to be here soon. You are a good man with a good heart.. or.... "
Peter was not at all focussing on  the doctor's words now.. After he had heard that the girl couldn't hear or speak, he was in a daze.. All the moments of him with the girl splashed across his eyes.. He could clearly see it all.. The girl wouldn't have heard the clash of his watch falling on the ground, or the huge commotion she created when the wine was splashed onto him accidentally that day.. She would even have been willing to apologise after she knew her fault, but she couldn't .. he could understand her .. Even at the time in the store, she had not been telling anything in her defence when she was sealed for robbery.. Even the store owner seemed to be unaware that she was dumb..
He could feel her pain now.. stranded at the police station without uttering anything, but he wondered still she could have tried contacting her parents..
The doctor had went inside and was now back with a paper in his hand.
" This is the address of her home. Her name is Isabella Lawrence and I wonder how you said you know her without even knowing her name.." The doctor raised his eyebrows. 
"And Peter, you can go home now.. I have already told the nurse to call at her home.. Somebody will be here by now. You are a busy man, and you needn't get involved in all these.. You have already done a lot in saving this girl."
Peter payed the hospital bills.. He wished to meet this girl but did not know how to face her. He was too wrong. He have done a great mistake and had made this girl suffer this entire time.
He gathered up his courage to go upto the room where she was laying. He saw that she was in a deep sleep. Her hair was entirely covered in a white clothing and there were plasters on her legs.. He felt a lump in his throat as he touched her forehead.. He saw her smiling.. She looked beauutiful. He took out a paper and wrote his address and phone number in it .. Below it he wrote, " Please don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. I have to go now.. Will meet you next time."
Placing some money on top of it, he slowly went out of the room.. He could not face her at the moment.. Maybe next time they would have a decent meeting..
He left the hospital and drove straight to his apartment.

Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

The bullet had definitely injured her heart. When Cheng Yu went into the operation room, Han Xue was on the brink of death. After feeding her a Reversal Pill, her chances of survival increased.

Currently, Cheng Yu had projected out a large amount of spiritual Qi to heal Han Xue's wound. Although it isn't a problem right now, the worst part was her recovery. Because of the heart failure and blood loss, the spiritual Qi needed to bring her back from the brink of death was a huge amount.

Even though Cheng Yu had a very large amount of spiritual Qi, to heal up the body of a human, the consumption of spiritual Qi is just too high. As his hands were used for the incantation, he couldn't take out a Qi recovery pill to recover his spiritual Qi, causing his complexion to be extremely pale.

At this moment, Han Xue, who was hovering above the operation table, still had the spiritual light flickering on her body. The wound, which was bleeding profusely earlier, had stopped bleeding.

This continued on for 30 minutes before Cheng Yu's legs also started to tremble. His forehead broke out in cold sweat and his complexion was like Han Xue's, as pale as paper.

Cheng Yu clenched his teeth as he continued with the last verse of the incantation. The spiritual light started to slowly fade as her body descended back to the operation table. When she returned back to the operation table, the light completely vanished.

"Pa!" Cheng Yu fell to the ground as he could no longer hold on. Both his hands were shaking while he took out a Qi recovery pill and quickly swallowed it.

Half an hour later, Cheng Yu finally restored a portal of his strength. He supported himself with the operation table and checked Han Xue's condition again. When he realized that there was no longer any dangers, he slowly walked out of the operation room.

Everyone outside was waiting impatiently. When they saw Cheng Yu open up the operation room, all of them rushed in and surrounded him.

"How is it? How's Han Xue?" Hu Qiman grabbed onto Cheng Yu's arm and asked impatiently.

"It's done. Ask them to clean up the blood clots in her body and stitch the wound up. She should be fine by then," Cheng Yu said weakly.

When they heard his words, the doctors rushed into the operation room. Han Liwen and his wife wanted to go in as well, but they were blocked outside.

"Madam Han, you should wait here first. Let them go inside and handle it. If you were to go in like this, you could easily cause the patient to be infected by pathogens," Ji Wenbo went up and told Hu Qiman.

"Xiao Yu, are you alright?" Zhao Minglong had reached the hospital 20 minutes ago. He also understood what was going. Although he knew that Cheng Yu had gotten more and more mysterious as the days went by, such an incident would really cause him to worry. Only after he saw Cheng Yu had resolved the problem, he heaved a sigh of relief. At least he didn't stir up any troubles. When he saw Cheng Yu's complexion was very pale and no longer had rosiness in it, he was worried.


"I'm fine. I need a room to rest for a while," Cheng Yu spoke with an exhausted expression.

"Mayor Zhao, I will help you arrange it," When Ji Wenbo saw Cheng Yu's condition, he went forward and said.

Outside of the emergency room, only the Han couple and Peng Dahai were left. Although they had heard from Cheng Yu that Han Xue was fine, they still felt extremely anxious. Especially the Han couple.

"Old Han, do you think that Xiao Xue is really all right?" Hu Qiman asked Han Liwen nervously.

"She should be fine," Han Liwen replied slowly. After all, he didn't manage to see anything, therefore, he wasn't that confident in his reply.

"If Xiao Xue is really able to pass through this, we should really thank Xiao Yu," Hu Qiman said after giving it a thought.

"En. Of course."

After they got a room for Cheng Yu to rest in, Ji Wenbo and Zhao Minglong went back to the emergency operation room one.

Doctor Zhang, who had gone into the operation room, was shocked by what he had witnessed. When he was clearing the blood clots in the patient's body, he realized that the bullet that was supposed to be inside her body had actually gone missing. And her wound seemed as if it didn't even exist.

"Xiao Ling, bring the apparatus," Doctor Zhang told the nurse when he witnessed the situation.

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"Ah! Doctor Zhang, look above us!" The other nurse shouted when she looked at the ceiling after she saw the floor was filled with broken glass.

They raised their heads and looked at the ceiling. Everyone was shocked. The bullet was actually embedded in the ceiling. What the h*ll was going on?!

"Doctor Zhang, the apparatus is ready. The patient's condition is stable. The heartbeat is also normal. It's just that her blood pressure is a bit too low, but it's still within the acceptable range," The nurse said astonishingly.

Doctor Zhang ran over and looked. He was shocked to the point of being speechless. What the h*ll was going on?! It was a patient that was supposed to be on the death bed! How could she possibly lay here as if like nothing had ever happened? If it wasn't because of the operation wound he had opened up just now, he would have thought that everything he had seen here earlier was a dream.

When he went out of the operation room earlier, the patient's life was already on the brink of death. Now, not only was her heartbeat normal, her blood pressure was still in a healthy range even though it was a bit too low! Didn't she just lose a huge amount of blood?!

Is this really a god descending to earth?! Miracle! Is this even scientific?! Can someone prove that this was all according to science?! Could it be that after all these years being a doctor, I am actually still a frog in the well?

However, after thinking, he didn't know how Cheng Yu did it, but at least the patient was fine now and her mother would no longer find anymore trouble with him.

After that, he spent the time snitching the patient's wound. About 20 minutes later, a few of the nurses pushed the patient out of the emergency room while everyone quickly surrounded them.

"How is it? How is it? Doctor, is my daughter alright?" Hu Qiman asked anxiously. For the past few hours, she had been very agitated and anxious. She was worried that her daughter would pass away in the midst of her operation.

"She is fine. She will just need bed rest for a couple of days. She will most likely wake up tomorrow," Doctor Zhang took off his mask as he spoke.

Inside the ward, a group of people was staring at the sleeping Han Xue. They felt extremely happy for her to be able to pass through such a crucial surgery. However, what caused all of them to be shocked was that the boy who looked like he's so young was actually able to save a patient who the doctor had already deemed as a dead person. What's more mysterious than this?

"Mayor Zhao, can you do me a favor?" Ji Wenbo asked Zhao Minglong after walking out of the ward.

"Oh? What kind of favor does the Dean need from me?" Zhao Minglong looked at Ji Wenbo puzzled.

"Haha, it's like this, your nephew's medical skills are really above the heavens. I hope that Mayor Zhao can allow your nephew to become a guest doctor in our hospital and his position would be at the director level."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Xiao Yu is still a child, and is still studying in high school. At such a young age, giving him such a honorable position is not that beneficial for his growth," Zhao Minglong was looking out for Cheng Yu's future.

"Mayor Zhao, you shouldn't look at it that way. Normally, most people would be affected by it, but talented people like your nephew will not. With just the ability he displayed today, I don't think I will be able to find another person that can do what he just did. Furthermore, being a guest doctor doesn't mean that he would need to report to work every day. He can still continue going to school. We just hope that if the hospital were to face any operations that our doctor isn't able to handle, he would be able to come over and provide some help. We will also give him a salary for that."

"There's no use telling me that. You will have to talk to him about it. Although I am his uncle, I don't decide for him regarding this kind of stuff."

"Mayor Zhao, no matter what, you are still his uncle. I believe that if you were to speak for us, the chances of him agreeing would be higher. Furthermore, this is a fortunate thing for the citizens. With such amazing medical skills, I believe he is also a kind hearted person. If Mayor Zhao were to speak up for us, he will definitely agree."

"Alright, I will mention it to him. But he doesn't usually listen to my advice. Therefore, I can't guarantee if he will agree to help you guys."

Cheng Yu didn't go home. He had told Ji Wenbo previously that no one was to disturb him when he was resting in the room and they would not need to deliver any meals. Just wait for him to leave the room by himself when he was ready.

It wasn't until the next day when Cheng Yu woke up from his meditation. He realized that his cultivation had risen and felt very happy about it. For the past few days, he had been using his spiritual Qi very frequently. Furthermore, twice was actually an over consumption of his Qi. The other time was helping Keke to remove her curse. This led to his recent rise in cultivation.

As a cultivator, if he were to cultivate just because he was a cultivator, and not use the spiritual Qi in his body, this would cause a stagnation in his cultivation.

This was the same as when a person is trying to become an author. If he were to read books every day, but not to write a story himself, he would never be able to produce a good story.

Once upon a time, an Alchemist Grandmaster from the world of immortals accidentally takes possession of playboy’s body of a rich and powerful family and becomes a student in midterm class. By means of miraculous immortal technique, he blended in and mingles amongst femme fatales’ group to dominate the city! This novel’s origin nature is shamelessness to the core, having no sense of shame is just a basic foundation, but if the most shameless one doesnt exist, just be more shameless to be one!

Nobian Throne Room
Month 6, Day 23
2:23 A.M.

General Norasa remained expressionless as he watched two other Nobian generals attempt to calm down their emperor. 

"To be attacked by barbarians, there is no greater damage to our pride! Such an egregious insult should not have happened in the first place!"

"I understand, my lord, but it is okay since this is actually a part of our cunning strategy," General Nirimi said. His voice faltered as he ended his sentence. Norasa smirked internally; obviously Nirimi was on his last straw and was desperate to save his neck from a beheading. 

"Do enlighten me, what type of 'cunning strategy' requires the destruction of my empire's defenses?!" 

Nirimi, having had but a few seconds to develop his argument, responded with an accordingly poor justification. "My lord, it was to give the enemy a false sense of security. They will believe that our forces are weak, and thus underestimate us!"

Wrong answer, Norasa thought.

"You wanted them to believe that our forces are WEAK?! The strength of Nobia should never be mocked! What you speak of is treachery. Guards, take him away!"

Two imperial guards marched forward and grabbed Nirimi's arms, dragging him away as he screamed.

"Noo! Please my lord! Have mercy! I have always had the best interests of our great—"

Nirimi was dragged out of the throne room before he could finish his sentence, which was followed by the slamming of heavy ornate doors. 

It was too easy to frame Nirimi as a spy; his incompetence as a general was too glaring to neglect. Norasa almost felt bad for the man. With Nirimi framed as the Sonaran spy, Norasa would be able to experience greater liberties throughout the Nobian High Command. No one would expect an additional spy in such a high position. Now, all he needed to do was figure out how Nosh acquired his information. Despite the errors with this information, the fact that Nosh was able to secure any at all suggested that a leak existed within the Sonaran Federation. Although unlikely, there was a possibility that Nobians could have infiltrated Sonaran ranks. If he could infiltrate the Nobian High Command, then he supposed someone could've embedded a spy within his own nation. 

Now calmed down, Emperor Novus continued their discussion. "General Nosh, my most trusted warrior, I should have given you full control over the entire army."

"My lord, your judgement is always correct," Nosh said, bowing. 

"Still, a large part of my judgement is derived from your counsel. So, what say you regarding the simultaneous attacks?"

"According to reports from our intelligence officers, the Americans have attacked several scout outposts, and destroyed bridges leading to key industrial sectors that they are capturing right now. We have lost control of most of our forges and mines in the recently conquered kingdoms. As for our industrial assets within the empire's heartland, most have been bombed."

"It is a good thing they attacked at night; most of our citizens would have died if they were working inside the forges during the attack. What about the Sonaran attacks and the siege of Nokk?"

Norasa raised an eyebrow, remaining silent as Nosh answered. 

"From what we've gathered from our intelligence assets in the Sonaran Federation, the Americans hid details of the operation from the Sonarans…"

As Nosh continued his explanation and briefing, Norasa thought about the spy. Given the inaccuracy of the intelligence, Norasa surmised that a junior officer must've been the culprit. He knew that the Sonarans were only told about the main assault on Nokk and the secondary Sonaran efforts at Nilmeer Fort and Norimaten Fort. Seeing that defending against Sonarans is easier than defending against Americans, Nosh had reinforced the two forts from adjacent bases, unwittingly allowing the others to be sacrificed to the Americans. The intelligence of General Nosh was indeed exemplified by this action, since he didn't know about the impending American attacks on other key strategic locations.

Pleased with the information given to him by Nosh, Emperor Novus questioned the general further. "Despite what I have said to Nirimi, I understand that the Americans would have taken some of these forts regardless of our defenses. Your decision to transfer troops was wise. How effective was your strategy in defending Nilmeer and Norimaten from the Sonarans?"

"Very much so, your highness. Our spy in the Sonaran Third Army was indeed helpful in providing us with the relevant information. Our forces in both forts could not be reinforced in order to overwhelm the attackers, but we had enough time to supply enough troops and equipment in order to deter capture. The enemy forces are currently engaging our defenses there. Hopefully, the Sonarans will be sufficiently slowed down long enough for us to reevaluate our strategies and adjust them in order to fight the Otherworlders."

The doors to the chamber slammed open. Emperor Novus was just about to convey his satisfaction regarding Nosh's advice. "My lord, pardon my intrusion, but they have ceased their assault!"

"I see. Return to your duties."

The soldier bowed before leaving. Novus, finding it odd that the enemy would suddenly stop attacking, asked Nosh what the action may have implied. 

"Your Majesty, I believe that the force that attacked our capital came here to destroy our defenses, perhaps even demonstrate their power. I believe this assault was an attempt by the enemy to flex their muscles and intimidate us. To accomplish this, they sought out our defenses and demolished them, as if they wanted to let us know how much power they have."

"In that case, why have they attacked our treasuries and prisons? I remember hearing of a report about small teams of men with dark clothing."

"They are the American counterpart of our Dark Shadow organization. I had reason to believe they wished to rescue the prince, so I increased security in his holding site."

"Did they succeed?"

"Unfortunately, yes, but it should not be a problem given that your rule is followed with unquestioning loyalty. Our citizens will not be swayed by a false prince."

Emperor Novus smiled, relishing the relieving words of his top general. 

"Excellent. Now, as for you, Norasa, tell me if the progress made with our research into eclipse magic."

—

Fort Washington
3:54 A.M.

"Lieutenant Colonel, report!"

Lieutenant Colonel Keyes saluted her commanding officer. "Sir, Operation Upper Hand is a success! We have secured the package."

"Any complications with the mission?"

"We have a couple injured from arrows. No losses on our side, although the extraction itself was a bit dicey. It's like they knew what we were trying to do… some of our tanks got stuck in small traps and Taxi Squad got swarmed with hundreds of Nobians. The extraction would've failed if not for our air support."

"I see. I think I'll have to talk with the Sonarans about this. Go take care of your men, colonel. Dismissed."

Once she exited the room, he sighed. Keyes' assault on the capital and the extraction made up the final segment of the whole operation; the other planned attacks were executed without much difficulty and with much haste. Donnager's team completed their mission almost an hour after the others, which led General Harding to worry about the well-being of his people. Unsurprisingly, he was extremely glad when he found out that no American lives were lost. He made sure that his people did not underestimate the enemy, and used all advantages provided by their advanced technology and tactics.

Unfortunately for the Sonarans, they had no such advantage. Last he heard, the Sonarans were struggling to capture the forts, having met fierce resistance. According to Sindis, King Selios suspected a spy within his ranks. No wonder the enemy had double the expected troops. Still, Sindis reassured, it was nothing their forces couldn't handle. Of course, they would be able to request air support should they need it.

Hopefully they wouldn't need much, since he had just reassigned a large force to assist Colonel Sanders in his mission of defending Site Beta One against the bandit army. According to Sanders, he had a new plan to eradicate the hostile army. Harding admitted, it wasn't pretty, but considering the sins of the 'soldiers' who made up this army, he reasoned that their demise would be for the greater good. Sanders scheduled his operation to begin on June 27th, since he believed that the final enemy reinforcements were arriving that day. 

Putting away the various reports and files strewn throughout the desk, Harding stood up and walked toward the exit. Well, it was a long day. Harding turned off the lights in his office and hit the hay, now that all of his men were back home safe. 

—

Month 6, Day 23
10:00 A.M.

"My, this cuisine is fascinating!" Prince Lonad exclaimed as he devoured a bowl of Twinkies cereal for breakfast. 

"I'm sure it beats anything they've given you in the dungeons, Your Highness," Director Tempos joked lightly.

"I haven't experienced the outside world for perhaps two years now?"

"One year and ten months, Your Highness."

"I see. How has the Reformist movement been?"

"Your imprisonment gave you the status of a martyr. More of our Nobian brothers and sisters have flocked to our cause ever since your father wrongfully sentenced you to the dungeons. Even the common peasant grew suspicious from this action."

"What of my allies within the Nobian army?"

"They too have grown in number and strength. Some of the lower ranking members of Nobian High Command will support you in the event of any coup. I suspect that even General Nosh would refrain from defending the emperor, since his true intentions are and have always been with the Nobian people."

"That is good. And how have you been, Tempos? Last time we spoke, you were promoted to Director of the Dark Shadow!"

"Ah, well unfortunately that promotion is no longer. The Dark Shadow was disbanded ever since I switched my loyalties to the Americans. I believe that Emperor Novus the First now sees the Dark Shadow as compromised, and full of potential traitors."

"So it would seem. At the very least, my father's intelligence gathering and assassination operations have come to what appears to be a halt. Without the Dark Shadow to do his bidding, he's going to need time to reorganize, with loyal men this time around."

"And that is why the Americans have decided that the time to act is now." Sliding over a packet toward the prince, he described its contents. "In this packet is the plan for the coup. One of the targets during last night's operation was a city known to be loyal to you. This is where you'll be transferred, so that you may reintegrate yourself within Nobian society and expand your influence."

Flipping to a page, Prince Lonad paused, reading something that caused him to raise an eyebrow. "Hmm, it says here that I will be provided with guards from the Otherworlders, for my own protection? Under normal circumstances I would have declined this, but at this point, I suppose it would be more wise to trust the Americans than my own people. After all, none of the Otherworlders have been tainted by my father's corruption."

"Indeed. However, before you are transferred to the city of Nuskk, the Americans have requested that you prepare a propaganda letter for the people of Nobia. They wish for you to write a short essay in order to convince Nobia's citizens to rally behind your cause, and they plan to mass-produce these letters and drop them from the sky onto our cities."

"Hmm, yes I have heard of such methods being employed before. I believe it was the Mekkanese who did something similar. They called it a 'leaf drop' I believe."

"Leaflet drop, Your Highness. During the second Mekkanese-Lithurian war, the Mekkanese used a similar strategy in order to damage the morale of enemy troops and convince them that defeat was inevitable. The Lithurians had never before witnessed such masses of paper."

"Right, I remember this from my studies with General Nosh a few years back. Considering that the Lithurians during that time were unaware of the printing press, they believed that the mass deployment of these propaganda papers represented the massive resource disparity between the two nations."

Tempos smiled and nodded. "Indeed. It is good to know that your mind is still sharp, even after all that time you've spent away from society."

Upon hearing that final phrase, Lonad's eyes shimmered with an unimaginable fury and thirst for vengeance, but just for a split second. He then laid back in his chair, contemplating his plans for winning his people. "Well, this 'Twinkie cereal' was indeed a delectable dish. We should have some of these back home."

"I concur, Your Highness. I too have tried this dish and it is most pleasing to my taste buds."

Satisfied with his treat, Prince Lonad stood up. Immediately, Tempos grabbed Lonad's dishware and placed it into the proper receptacle for dirty dishes. Once finished with this task, he returned to Lonad's side in order to escort him to his temporary quarters. As they walked, Lonad asked questions about the Americans and their culture.

"So I take it that you have been living on this base for quite some time now."

"Indeed, I have been here for almost two weeks now. I have been settling in nicely."

"Ah, you know, experiencing that delicious dish earlier leads me to wonder if there is anything else that the Americans have that we don't."

"Well, if you talk to Ambassador Perry, he can most likely arrange for a trade agreement between our people and his own, after the coup is successful. At the moment, I can think of a few things that I do enjoy on this base. The lights are very convenient."

"Yes I've noticed that. Just flip a switch to activate the lights. I wonder what type of magic they use."

"Ah, the Americans know nothing of magic. Everything they build is considered scientific technology, much like the Mekkanese."

"But the Mekkanese have some magical devices as well. Do these Americans not have any?"

"No, their technology is purely scientific, although I hear they are thoroughly researching magical technology."

"I see, please continue."

"Another convenience that these people have are elevators," Tempos said as they walked up to a set of silver doors. He pressed a button, causing the elevator doors to open. 

Lonad was slightly surprised, until Tempos reassured him that it was safe and motioned for him to step inside. The music playing in the elevator was pleasant, and quite calming. Lonad watched Tempos press another button once they were both in the elevator, and suddenly he felt a slight force on his legs. A few seconds later, he noticed a different force; the elevator stopped. 

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, revealing a smiling Tempos and a pleasantly surprised Lonad, who remarked on the function of the elevator. "This would be very useful on some of our taller buildings, like the Nobian Imperial Library. I don't see why the Americans would build such a device in a small building though, when they could simply use the stairs."

"I have seen a blue sign with a white symbol on it. It looks like a person on a chair. Perhaps it has something to do with this?"

"Or they're just lazy and having an elevator in such a small building is a representation of the power at their disposal."

"Perhaps, Your Highness."

"Anything else?"

"Have you noticed that the temperature of this entire facility is constant?"

"Yes, now that you mention it."

"This is accomplished by the air conditioning, or 'ay see' as they call it. There are lots of vents in the ceiling that house these 'ay see' units which breathe cold air into the building."

"I wonder how such an accomplishment could be achieved without any usage of elemental magic. Surely there must be a wizard casting a spell throughout a vent system?"

"I shall reiterate, there is no magic among these people. This cold air technology is also present in the boxes from which the milk for your cereal was acquired."

"Fascinating."

Tempos answered as they approached the door to Lonad's temporary room. "Indeed. There is also a drink called Coca Cola which is chilled by these machines. Would you like to try some?"

"Yes."

"I shall fetch for it right away, Your Highness."

—

Month 6, Day 25
10:00 A.M.

Sola's morning light shone through the windows of the conference room. In it, five people were gathered for a meeting on the propaganda flyers for the leaflet operation. General Harding, Ambassador Perry, Prince Lonad, and Director Tempos were all there. The fifth member was CIA Director Samantha Gray. Of course, due to the nature of her organization and its past experiences dealing with government upheavals, her presence was essentially required in order to ensure a solid plan and smooth operation. 

Prince Lonad had spent the last couple of days drafting up a short essay for the purpose of convincing any readers to support him instead of his father. With the help of Ambassador Perry and some staff from the CIA, he was able to finalize his work. Now, they were all reading the final product.

"Hm, I like this," Director Gray mused.

"I reckon you should, considering it's your organization's work." 

Samantha smirked at Perry's smartass reply before providing her thoughts on the short essay. "Overall, I'd say it's good. Of course it could be better, but we simply don't have the time for further drafting. Prince Lonad, how do you feel about this?"

"I must say, I feel a bit guilty for exaggerating my father's sins, despite my vengeful nature toward him. Aside from this, I think I'm proud of this work. It'll get people questioning their loyalty to the current emperor, and make them reevaluate their beliefs on the Sonarans. It is a good thing you mentioned the army lost right outside these walls, and outside the walls of Sofius. My citizens will certainly begin questioning the disappearance of over a hundred thousand men; my father simply cannot continue to hide his defeats from the population."

Samantha nodded, satisfied with Lonad's answer. She then looked toward General Harding and addressed him. "General, it looks like we're good to go from here. If everyone's okay with this version of the flyer, I'll go ahead and make arrangements to begin printing."

Everyone agreed in various ways, reaching the consensus required for Gray to begin the printing of the flyers. Before the meeting was disbanded, General Harding remembered something. "Wait!"

Everyone stopped and turned to look at General Harding, who directed his attention toward Ambassador Perry. "Before we start making the flyers, I need to know something. Mister Ambassador, did you get any response yet from the Nobian emperor?"

"I did, actually. But he basically just told me to screw off. His exact words, if I recall correctly, were 'You dare attempt communication with us even after your insolence?! You will pay for your transgressions against us' and so on and so forth. Miss Sindis got tired of the babbling so we disconnected from the magical communicator."

"I see. Well in that case, Director Gray, you're cleared to begin printing."

—

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