I wonder how many will read this. It is but the words written by a madman lacking sleep. Written only in the middle of the night for extra crazy.

Will this book be read I know not. But I can assure you I am probably mad.


I also wonder how people find this. By accident? Definitely not on purpose. Do they read it and laugh, do they read and say this person is an idiot? I wonder.

Join the adventures of Harith in his daily school life!

Skilled Tooling alchemists usually set up detailed plans before creating alchemy items. They needed a long time to do researches and preparations before finally proceeding with the item itself.
Innovation, talent, insight, and technique… These were all essential factors to make an alchemy item. Without them, one could only copy the ways of ancestors.
Many alchemists spent their lives in this field without making much achievement. People with less innovative ideas could never create new inventions while those who managed to find inspiration often failed to become successful in the end. Rather, their inspiration could go wild and prevent them from using well-balanced materials which could cause terrible results such as exploding experiments.
This was why there were very few alchemists in the world and even fewer talented ones.
Angor never considered how long he would walk down this path. The only thing on his mind, for now, was to recreate an Earth weapon by using alchemy.
There were many data saved in Jon's hologram tablet. However, data about weapons only took up a small part of them.
Jon was a botany researcher who was not interested in aggressive weapons in the slightest. The few limited 3D printer weapon blueprints in the tablet were most copied by him from random places on the Internet when he tried out his new printer as a university student.
There were both blueprints for cold weapons and simple firearms. Angor aimed for the latter. He did not plan to go for something complicated from the start. So, he decided to make cold weapons first for practice.
Besides, he needed time to get used to how to use various materials.
 …
After getting a vague idea about the theories, Angor began reading about the spells specifically used in Tooling.
He disregarded any high-level or powerful spells that he could not learn and looked for level-0 and level-1 cantrips.
And he only found five of them: [Level-0 cantrip: Thaw], [Level-0 cantrip: Condense], [Level-1 cantrip: Smelt], [Level-1 cantrip: Freeze], [Level-1 cantrip: Magic Barrier].
Thaw: Preheat materials for some time using a fixed magic frequency in order to melt down materials and change their shape. 
This spell was usually used in long processes. The temperature would get very high which meant that the user had to always stay alert and in full concentration.
Condense: As the name suggested, the spell would lower the temperature to finalize the shape of materials.
These were the only two level-0 cantrips. For level-1 ones such as Smelt and Freeze, they were basically powered-up versions of Thaw and Condense. They did a faster and better job in creating correct models out of materials.
Magic Barrier was a defensive spell which required a long time to cast and with a short effective duration. The spell was used to prevent accidents such as explosions during alchemy processes. 
Angor believed that once he recovered from the magic backfire, he probably could only use two level-0 cantrips, so he chose to focus on them.
After memorizing the key points for the two cantrips, Angor suddenly realized that he had only been reading the books from Sunders' collection. He needed to check if the alchemy books in the Nightmare Realm contained anything different.
He proceeded with his idea right away. In the other folders in his hologram, he found the pages introducing cantrips in the book Basic Alchemy.
Thaw, Condense, Smelt… These were no different from the ones he just read. Angor turned a page and kept reading. Freeze, Magic Barrier…
His eyes brightened up when he saw a Tooling spell which was never mentioned in Sunders' books.
[Blacken].
"Huh… it doesn't have a level?"
While puzzled at how the spell did not require a level, Angor began reading about the spell.
In ancient times, alchemists belonged to various powerful factions. One of the factions was called Mortality Sect, which was led by Odorus. It was an extremely mysterious sect among all alchemy factions. Alchemists from there believed in "death and resurrection". They regarded the color of black as the primal chaos that gave birth to everything.
According to Odorus, black was the real color. It contained all different colors in itself and was the true origin of them.
Mortality alchemists pursued black. To them, black meant death, and blackening also meant resurrection.
Blackening something would render all elements dead and turn them into another form of existence: the dark matter.
Dark matter was a decomposed remain that did not have any radiation or metallic properties. It represented a new form of substance when metal "died".
The Blacken spell was used to render all substances into dark matter and create new, sometimes unique, properties for them.
Thaw changed material's shape while Blacken changed its property of existence.
The book did not say anything about the results brought by such changes. Angor's knowledge told him that everything was double-sided. Blacken had to have its merits and drawbacks, and he could only find them out after practical experiments.
According to the book, the Blacken spell did not have a level because the amount of substance which would become blackened depended on the caster's mana pool.
More mana meant something would get more thoroughly blackened, or even entirely blackened into dark matter, while insufficient mana would bring inferior results. Since the amount of mana was the only requirement, any wizard could use this spell. This included someone like Angor, who had just barely become an apprentice.
Angor managed to comprehend the overall idea of Blacken spell. As for trying it out for real, he had to wait out his condition and do experiments on it.
Still, Angor was confident of the rarity of this spell.
He read about a concept in many alchemy books; it was easy to change the shape of something but very difficult to change its natural property.
There were alchemy spells that altered the property of something, but all of them were intended for wizards. "Property change" was already something close to the very core of alchemy. Of course, there was no hope for low-level alchemists to learn something like that.
Yet… the Blacken spell bypassed this rule. This was never possible in the field of alchemy today!
Now, Angor was really curious about the true identity of the warden of Stairs of Hanging Prison. Singularity Dispersive Meditation was already a huge surprise. Now Angor just found another surprise; Blacken, which was merely something recorded in a basic alchemy book. Angor was wondering what awaited him in the more advanced books.
 …
The discovery of Blacken spell kept Angor excited for a while.
Soon, he calmed his mind and focused on other plans.
For example, in the coming days, he planned to study theories about a spell combination and learned these spells after his mind space recovered.
Spell combination meant a specific arrangement of spells.
There were many spells available to wizards. Apprentices could find dozens of thousands of cantrips to learn. And if self-made spells were taken into consideration, such as "Remove Dampness" and "Create Water" which Angor named several days ago, there would be millions of spells beyond.
A spell combination meant to choose several selected ones from all the spells to use.
Generally speaking, a combination consisted of four types of spells: assault, enhancement, control, and recovery.
Of course, different wizards might have different ideas about their combinations. Someone preferred using defensive spells or even detection ones. There was no fixed rule about how to choose a combination. The key point was how the wizard used the spells in different situations.
For example, choices for control spells included Frost, Grease, and Flash. In actual combats, wizards had to know how to apply these spells effectively. An apprentice who learned a correct combination was able to deal with most situations.
However, studying combinations was usually a preferred tactic for apprentices only. Especially since they did not have enough time, effort, and mana to learn many additional spells. Apprentices could only master a few spells while wizards did not have such a problem.
Combinations also had their weakness. Predictable spells were easily countered by opponents. For example, Monarch of Eternal Freeze only knew how to cast Frost. A Bloodline wizard or someone adept at fire spells could easily break his trick apart.
This was why spell combinations only worked for apprentices in general.
Angor also planned to get a combination, but he never intended to set such a restriction for himself. The reason why he still wanted to learn a combination was to prepare himself for the challenges at Sky Tower. In other words, this was an emergency effort when he did not have much time to do much else.
Instead of following typical combinations, Angor gave up on learning any assault spells. He only focused on finding control and defense ones.
Once he got his alchemy weapon, he would rely on the weapon to attack people. He only had to prevent enemies from getting too close as well as watch out for long-range cantrip attacks.
Grease, Flash, Ice Wall, Optic Confusion… Angor listed the spells he needed and slowly memorized their fundamentals.
Three days went by quickly.
He had almost finished setting his combination. The main focus of the combination was to stop anyone from approaching. If it failed, he could use Optic Confusion to hide. And if that did not work either, he had Toby to help.
Once he successfully learned these spells and created his alchemy weapon, it would be time to finally challenge the tower.
Angor's mind space still did not recover by the time he almost finished learning the spells. Thus, he had to choose something else to study.
During his time, Nausica and Sailum came looking for him and invited him to do quests together and earn merit points. However, Angor refused by using his condition as an excuse.
With nothing better to do, Angor took out the information about seeded participants in Sky Tower that he received from Dave.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

As Lu Zhiyu took down the super computer that was in front of him, he observed it closely. It was an optical brain, which controlled the entire spaceship and was a representation of the high-end technology of the civilization of Atlantis. Lu Zhiyu urgently needed the information that was stored inside this computer, which was way beyond the imaginations of the earthlings.
When Lu Zhiyu touched the optical brain with his hand, his mythical cells started to penetrate that bio-optic brain, and the structure of the computer started to assimilate into Lu Zhiyu's power. At the same time, the structure on the surface started to change.
Only after a long while did it stop changing. By that time, it had turned from an originally transparent ball to a silver, shining semi-transparent ball. It looked just like the main computer that was in Lu Zhiyu's god kingdom. What's more, it looked like Lu Zhiyu's original body!
"Now, I can call it a bio-optic brain!" Lu Zhiyu exclaimed.
The original bio-optic brain had now been combined with the bio-computer that Lu Zhiyu often, and the combination of the two showed Lu Zhiyu's impressive calculating powers. After the bio-optic brain was successfully reconstructed, Lu Zhiyu took it down.
Lu Zhiyu now knew that this was the greatest gain of this trip to the spaceship. Now, thoughts and ideas that he had been wanting to make realities but had never had the chance to do so flooded his mind.
Lu Zhiyu didn't try to touch the consciousnesses that were remaining inside. This was because if he tried to combine the consciousnesses, it would bring too much trouble to the mythical creature.
After Lu Zhiyu left the spaceship Hope, he immediately went back to his Floating-space City. As Lu Zhiyu was about to enter the main control room of Floating-space City, a great amount of light shone upon him, while scanning him.
The light only allowed Lu Zhiyu entry after confirming his identity. At that moment, the manager of Floating-space City rushed in, a slight panic on her face. But, when he saw that it was Lu Zhiyu, he was relieved and started to relax a little.
"Master! You're back!" he exclaimed.
In Maria's World time, Lu Zhiyu had been gone for a couple of years. However, there were still some issues that Lu Zhiyu had to deal with on earth.
In fact, Lu Zhiyu hadn'texpected to come back here this soon, but his discovery of the spaceship Hope and the civilization of Atlantis had interrupted his original plans.
"Yes, I came back early," Lu Zhiyu said.
He then reached out his hands and took down the picture that was hanging in the main control room. This picture was the only protective screen that led to the dimensional space, and as such, it was the main access authority of the crystal wall that Lu Zhiyu had created.
However, Lu Zhiyu gradually realized that this picture actually didn't exist, at least to some extent, as nobody except him was able to touch it. They could only look at that picture.
Hence, it seemed to be an object that only existed in the conceptual mind, as physically and material-wise, it didn't actually exist. It was more like an authority that was ingrained in the deeper area of Lu Zhiyu's soul and consciousness. The picture was only an image, a silhouette that had been created.
When Lu Zhiyu came back here, he had brought back a living creature. It was a giant ball that had a diameter of thirty feet. It had instantly attracted Eva's attention, yet the only thing that Eva could observe about it were the terrific consciousness ripples that were inside the ball.
After leaving spaceship Hope, the body of collective consciousnesses that was locked by the force field of the mythical life immediately started to accept the laws in this material world, causing it to begin to wither away. However, the optical computer was still penetrated by Lu Zhiyu's power, so the body of consciousnesses was still deeply locked inside and couldn't go dissipate entirely.
"What is this?" Eva wondered aloud as she moved closer to the bio-optic brain.
"This is a bio-optic brain. This will be the key that enables the crystal wall to take the next step and improve itself," Lu Zhiyu explained.
He then added, "It'll be a semi-perpetual machine and the perfection system and control system of the crystal wall. As such, it will be the most important key and access authority of the entire crystal wall."
Lu Zhiyu had only come up with the idea of a semi-perpetual machine after he created the Abyss World. The Abyss World was not a normal world, but was more like an upgraded version of the god kingdom, a world that was between the states of illusion and reality.
It was a world that was an extension of matter, soul, and the power of mythical creatures, just like the devil species. The most noticeable characteristic of the Abyss World was that it didn't consume any of Lu Zhiyu's energies, nor did it consume the material of the crystal wall.
Yet, it still kept enlarging and improving itself. To some extent, it was already a perpetual machine, as it didn't consume any of the material energies from the crystal wall, but at the same time, somehow was able to continuously increase in size!
When it came to comparing all of the dimensions and levels, it was not technically a real perpetual machine. This was because it was extracting the power from other dimensions in order to improve itself, and idea that Lu Zhiyu first came up with for a semi-perpetual machine had actually stemmed from that.
If I can create a machine or a facility that can extract energies from the universe in other dimensions, then it'll be a real perpetual machine for this crystal wall! It won't need any energies in this world, yet it can still be operated and create everything in this world! Lu Zhiyu thought.
It will keep extracting energies from the universes of other dimensions, and it'll keep creating even more dimensions in this crystal wall! In this way, it can continuously improve this enormous crystal wall universe!
A semi-perpetual machine was actually a decoy perpetual machine that stole energies from the universes of other dimensions in order to remain operational. In this way, not only could it operate itself, it could also provide endless material energies for Lu Zhiyu to use.
From the perspective of all of the dimensions of myriad universes, it wasn't actually considered to be perpetually functioning. Instead, it was kind of stealing energies from the universes of other dimensions.
Yet, to the crystal wall itself, it was indeed a perpetual machine. That was why it was called semi-perpetual, as it was only perpetual relatively speaking.
This was similar to how Lu Zhiyu used a picture to extract the material energies from the earth universe, yet this time, it would be a real, perfected portal facility, and it would create an eternal portal in the world universe to steal the material energies from the earth universe. Meanwhile, it could avoid the trouble that often resulted from a long period of keeping a portal open so that both sides can stay stable.
Lu Zhiyu approached the bio-optic brain with the picture in his hands, then reached out his hands and saw that the brain was swallowing the picture gradually. All of a sudden, a gleaming light came out of the bio-optic brain, while countless scenes started popping out on the screen.
Scenes from Maria's World, the Zerg world, and the Abyss World suddenly were circulating on the bio-optic brain. These scenes were all showing the histories of those worlds, including the scenes where Lu Zhiyu had created the crystal wall and all of the dimensions, as well as all of the majors in all eras and the heroes that arose from those chaotic periods.
Lu Zhiyu saw the queen insect, the war of the insect race, and the grand escape. He also saw Ahenaten and himself in the past, fragile and naïve.
He saw himself hiding in the castle of space, testing and editing the genes and creating one creature after another. He also saw how he had become stronger and stronger gradually.
Then, he saw one star god kingdom after another surging into the sky. This scene was followed by one that depicted the changes in the Abyss World and the evolution of the demon race.
After that, lots of data and special symbols kept flooding across the screen. Most of the symbols kept blinking in a weird three-dimensional structure. The information that kept blinking was so vase, Lu Zhiyu felt like his brain was about to explode as he looked at it all.
When the picture finally merged with that bio-optic brain completely, it replaced the original picture and became the true controller of the authority of the universe of the crystal wall. Meanwhile, this bio-optic brain also became a part of Lu Zhiyu's body.
The enormous bio-optic brain floated in the control room of the Floating-space City, and the silver flowing light from the brain soon filled the entire control room. As Lu Zhiyu waved his hands, a hologram of the entire crystal wall appeared in front of him.
Now, the entire crystal wall now was like an empty and hollow structure. There were only two dimensions, Maria's World and the Abyss World, and Lu Zhiyu couldn't even find their locations with his naked eye. Instead, he needed to zoom in so that he could find where they were located in the vast astral world.
At this moment, when Lu Zhiyu touched a location at the edge of the astral world, a trace of light shone down. A dimming light spot immediately started to extend.
This was an embryonic form of a dimensional world that was just born, and it seemed to be extracting the energies from the outside realm. It kept morphing at a very slow speed, which was contrary to how Lu Zhiyu had quickly extracted the energies all at once.
However, the portal was now stabilized, so there wasn't any hidden danger. A stable portal that could flow naturally was exactly what Lu Zhi needed most right now!
"I've succeeded!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.
Lu Zhiyu saw that the stabilized portal was working, so he knew that his plan for a semi-perpetual machine had succeeded. This bio-optic brain was already successful, having been deeply ingrained into the deep area of the earth universe! It had opened a stable and fixed portal somewhere that even Lu Zhiyu didn't know about and had extracted the energies therein!


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


Due to the inferno burning within one's eyes, those who practiced the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld would find their sensitivity toward colors fading as time passed, and eventually, the entire world would appear to be nothing but black and white to them.
Due to the nature of the injury, it was an irreversible symptom. There was no way to recover from it.
This was not listed in the flaws in the Library of Heaven's Path, but through Zhang Xuan's deep understanding of the Way of Medicine and cultivation, he could still deduce this much from working backward.
"Color blindness? What's that?" Sage Kui was stunned by the foreign term.
He had never heard that terminology from anyone's mouth before.
"You don't know what it is?" Zhang Xuan was startled for a moment before realization struck him.
Due to the difference in worlds, it was indeed possible that the notion of color blindness was not as prevalent or common in this world.
So, Zhang Xuan pondered for a moment to decide how he should explain the concept. "Color blindness refers to a lack of sensitivity of one's eyes in perceiving different colors. Take my clothes for example, what's the color that you see?"
"Gray," Sage Kui replied.
"It's light-blue, not gray," Zhang Xuan stated with a shake of his head.
"Light-blue?" Sage Kui frowned.
Is this supposed to be what light-blue looks like? Why doesn't it seem to be the case?
"Let me ask you a different question instead. How many colors are there in a rainbow?"
While saying those words, Zhang Xuan waved his hand and created a rainbow bridge of seven colors in the sky.
"I can discern a couple of colors from it, but… there doesn't seem to be seven colors in the rainbow you have created. Furthermore, most of the colors are of similar tones, so I can't really say for sure either…" Staring at the rainbow intently, Sage Kui felt a ripple of shock striking his mind.
He had seen plenty of rainbows when he was younger, and he could accurately distinguish seven colors from them. But now, he could only identify three colors in total, and the difference between the three was very vague. Could he really have been suffering from color blindness, just as the other party had said?
Was this really the side effect from practicing the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld that his teacher had left behind?
For so many years, he had harbored absolute faith toward the optic art that his teacher had created. However, under the persuasive and logical analysis of the young man before him, he could not help but begin doubting.
"Then… is there a way to resolve the problem?" Sage Kui asked.
"So far, I only managed to analyze the flaws in the optic art. I haven't really found a way to resolve them yet…" Zhang Xuan shook his head.
The Library of Heaven's Path would only reflect the flaws of techniques, and Zhang Xuan had not come into contact with any optic art manuals before, so he could not compile anything with the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld to perfect it.
"However, since we have identified the problem, it will only be a matter of time before a solution is found!"
As long as Zhang Xuan could find sufficient optic art manuals to perfect the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld, those problems would be resolved as well.
Back then, there had also been many faults with Ancient Sage Qiu Wu's Heavenly Demon Great Sorrow Palm, and cultivation of the technique could have caused one to go blind, too. Nevertheless, through compiling it with many other cultivation techniques, he had resolved that problem.
"Let's hope so…" Sage Kui nodded. "So, will you still be cultivating the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld?"
Sage Kui knew how powerful the Eye of Insight was as well, and it would indeed a pity to go blind as a result of cultivating an optic art.
"I think I'll hold off cultivating the technique for the time being. I'll try to resolve the current problems before cultivating it," Zhang Xuan replied.
Despite its flaws, the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld was still an extremely formidable battle technique. He would have to find some way to access optic art manuals so as to compile them together with it and perfect it.
In any case, there was no rush for the time being. What he was lacking in the most at the moment was not battle techniques but his cultivation.
If his cultivation was too low, no matter how many formidable battle techniques he had, he would still be unable to faze the Zhang Clan and the Luo Clan.
"Un, that would be good, too. For the next three days, you should try to gain a complete understanding of the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld. If there's anything that you are unable to comprehend, feel free to ask me. You won't have any more opportunities to clarify your doubts once you leave this land in three days!" Sage Kui nodded.
"Thank you, elder!" Zhang Xuan replied before sitting on the ground.
While he appeared to be staring at the words in the air, his consciousness was immersed within his mind as he tried to fully grasp everything concerning the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld.
There are more than thirty flaws to the optic art all in all, and every single one of them poses great damage to the body.
After a moment of studying the optic art, Zhang Xuan rubbed his glabella helplessly.
It was not that he did not want to cultivate the technique, but there were simply too many flaws in it! How could a perfectionist like him possibly swallow something like this?
If he forced himself to cultivate it, he might very well die from repulsion before anything else.
Seeing that Zhang Xuan had paused on the spot for some time now, Sage Kui asked with a kind smile, "How is it? Is there anything concerning the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld that confuses you? I can address your doubts here!"
Knowing that Sage Kui was asking out of goodwill, Zhang Xuan hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "There are quite a few aspects of the optic art that confuse me, but it's fine. I don't think that you'll be able to address them either."
It was not that he was underestimating Sage Kui, but it was likely that even Ancient Sage Bo Shang himself would have been unable to address his doubts! Otherwise, there was no way he would have ended up blinding himself.
"You are saying that I won't be able to address your doubts?" Sage Kui frowned in displeasure. "I've spent several centuries cultivating the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld, even reaching the second realm of it. As long as it's a problem regarding its cultivation, I'll surely be able to answer it!"
He knew that the young man before him possessed an exceptional eye of discernment, being able to notice such a major flaw in the optic art with just one look. Nevertheless, he had still cultivated the technique for many years now, and not to mention, he was also a powerful cultivator. He was confident that with his deep understanding of the battle technique, he would be able to address any questions that the young man could come up with.
"You'll surely be able to answer it?" Seeing the confident look on Sage Kui's face, Zhang Xuan turned his gaze over and smiled lightly. "Very well, I do have a few questions that I would love to have some answers to. I would be very grateful if you can answer them. Firstly, in the Gaze of Deities and Demons, what is the exact form that the demons and deities should assume? If it's just based on personal conceptualization, won't the effectiveness of the optic art be compromised?"
"This…" Sage Kui was startled by the abrupt question.
In this world, there was no one who had seen a true deity or demon before, so naturally, they were beings that were extremely hard for any human to truly imagine.
In fact, whenever Sage Kui cast the technique, he would instinctively attempt to imagine bloodshed and carnage, intending to use killing aura as a substitution for the conceptualization of deities and demons to instill fear in the hearts of others.
Just as Sage Kui was about to reveal his method, the young man before him had already spoken up once more. "If what we are going to image is just plain slaughter, once the killing intent corrodes one's eyes and consciousness, how would one be different from the Otherworldly Demons? Furthermore, what demons and deities stand for should be supremacy, not slaughter. If we use slaughter to replace the concept of supremacy, wouldn't that be an inaccurate interpretation of the technique?"
Hearing those words, Sage Kui's face turned pale.
Indeed. As a result of his frequent conceptualization of bloodshed and carnage, there was a period of time when he found himself unable to control the killing intent within him anymore, and he ran all the way down to the Subterranean Gallery to slaughter Otherworldly Demons to vent his emotions.
In a sense, using the concept of slaughter to substitute the demons and deities would turn the technique into a depraved art, which was at odds with the standing and beliefs of a master teacher.
"My second question!" Seeing that Sage Kui was unable to answer his first question, Zhang Xuan decisively decided to move on.
"The Gaze of Deities and Demons utilizes one's eyes as a medium to attack another's soul. However, for the attack to reach its target, one must first absorb a hint of the target's soul energy in order to lock the attack onto the other party's Primordial Spirit. However, if the target is aware of this aspect of the technique, they could use it as an opportunity to overwhelm one with their soul energy, putting one in a perilous position. Taking a step back, even if the target isn't aware of this opening, if the target's Primordial Spirit is far stronger than one's own, a forceful attack would inflict significant damage upon one!"
Sage Kui fell silent, unable to speak a single word at all.
This was another flaw of the Gaze of Deities and Demons, and even his teacher, Ancient Sage Bo Shang, had been unable to resolve it.
But while this was indeed a potential opening, considering the fast pace of a battle, there would be very few people who would be able to notice it and use it against them.
As such, it could not be considered a major flaw.
Just that… since the other party had pointed it out, it would not feel right to say that it was a negligible flaw.
"My third question. In order to cultivate Asura's Wrath, one must use the inferno to reforge one's eyes and the frigid ice to temper them. Through the intersection of hot and cold, one will be able to form a balance of duality within one's eyes, which is aligned with the nature of the world as well. However… while two contrasting powers in one's eyes can enhance the strength of the formation maps and strengthen the lines of insight, it will also suppress the strength of one's soul as well, reminiscent of a seal. This will inadvertently result in the weakening of one's Primordial Spirit…"
"My fourth question…"
Zhang Xuan posed all his questions one after another.
With each question asked, Sage Kui's face turned paler by a shade. By the time the tenth question was asked, his silhouette had already turned faint, and it seemed as if he would vanish at any moment.
At this point, he was no longer shocked but horrified.
While the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld was created by his teacher, it was inevitable that it would have its own flaws as well. Nevertheless, under normal circumstances, these flaws were not too apparent, so they would not cause much of a problem in its execution.
Yet, with just a single glance, the young man was able to see through all of these flaws, reciting them one after another precisely. If the young man had been an enemy, with just this knowledge, the young man would have been able to overcome his optic art easily and blind him with a single move!
The realization of this made Sage Kui break out in cold sweat.
He had thought that after learning the Divine Eyes of the Ninth Netherworld, there would be hardly anyone in the world who would be a match for him. In any battle, as long as he utilized the optic art, he would be guaranteed victory.
But after hearing the young man's words, he realized that the only reason he had remained undefeated for so long was because he had never encountered a true expert. If he had encountered an enemy of the young man's caliber back then, it was questionable whether he would still have his eyes with him at this moment.
As the saying goes, 'the most proficient of swimmers can drown in water'. Complacency would eventually bite back at one.
He was able to discern so many flaws with just a look… and I actually tried to offer him guidance…
Sage Kui's body stiffened. He felt so stifled that he could not even speak a word.
It was just a moment ago that he had declared confidently that he would offer the young man guidance, but as soon as the young man starting stating his questions, he found that he could not even answer a single one of them.
The searing sensation on his face left him feeling like burying himself in a hole.
"This is my thirteenth question… Never mind, I'll just stop here today. Elder, have you thought of the answers of any of them?"
There was a momentary silence before the young man spoke with a comforting voice. "There's no need to rush into it; you can slowly take your time to ponder over them. In any case, we still have two days more here. For the time being, I'll take a rest first and sleep for a while. Feel free to wake me up when you're done, and I'll continue asking the other questions I have in mind."
"Cough cough!" Sage Kui's lips twitched wildly as his silhouette faltered.
This was supposed to be a session to clarify doubts, but why did it seem like the young man was assessing him instead?
More importantly… he knew that there was no way he could come up with a fitting answer to those questions!
Putting aside him, even his teacher would have been unable to do so! If his teacher was really able to answer these questions, he would have improved the Divine Eye of the Ninth Netherworld already.
Given so, there was no way he would be able to answer those questions even if he were to ponder over them for two years, let alone two days!
The reason he had left behind a sliver of his will was to assess the later generations, but now, he found himself being stumped before them instead.
Just where in the world did this monster came from?
After contemplating for some time and deciding that there was no way he would be able to answer any of the questions, Sage Kui could only turn his gaze back to the young man helplessly. However, what he saw was the young man deeply asleep on the ground instead. Saliva was dripping down from his opened mouth, and there was a sweet smile on his face, as if he was having a good dream.
This… Are you the first-generation sanctum head, or am I?
Sage Kui's vision immediately turned dark. The sheer frustration that he felt left his very existence faltering non-stop, as if he would dissipate at any moment.


Nang mapunta siya sa ibang mundo, nagulat na lang si Zhang Xuan nang malaman niyang naging isa siyang teacher. Kasabay nito, lumitaw ang misteryosong library sa isipan niya. 
Basta’t nakita niya ito, tao man ‘to o isang bagay, agad na gagawa ng libro ang library tungkol sa mga kahinaan nito. Dahil dito, naging napakalakas niya. 
“Emperador Zhouyang, bakit ayaw na ayaw mong isuot ang salawal mo? Bilang isang emperor, bakit hindi mo bigyang pansin ang pagpapaganda ng iyong imahe sa publiko?”
“Fairy Linglong, lagi mo ‘kong pwedeng puntahan sa tuwing hindi ka makatulog sa gabi. Magaling ako sa pagpapatulog!”
“At ikaw naman, Demon Lord Qiankun! Pwede bang bawasan mo ang pagkain ng bawang? Gusto mo ba ‘kong patayin sa amoy niyan?”
Ito ay isang kwento tungkol sa mga teacher at estudyante, ang pagsasanay at paggabay sa pinaka mahuhusay na eksperto sa buong mundo!


"Tu, tu, tu-!"
Shroud took a firm stance, and fired shots from shoulder height!
The next instant, the player who was exchanging blows with him was knocked out.
Not to mention, his teammates were also putting in their utmost effort.
As bullets swooshed out of the players' guns, gunshots filled the air in Mylta Power, and players were knocked out as a result of getting hit.
30 seconds passed in the blink of an eye.
With that, system notifications appeared one after another on the screen and it seemed like C9 was always ahead of ACE.
In such a battle, the position of the players determined if they were going to kill or get killed.
"What a nice quick battle! C9 was decisive throughout the fight."
"That's right, their attack route and the chemistry between them were on point. Now, three ACE players are down. Is their whole squad going to get eliminated just like that?"
"Oh! C9 is moving forward for their last attack! Can the last ACE player perform a miracle now that he's at a dead-end?"
Accompanied by the elevated tone of the commentators on the commentary platform, the spectators became excited too.
Almost everyone widened their eyes, and they were staring at the screen attentively.
Then, the crowd was so shocked that their eyeballs almost popped out!
On the screen, the last player from ACE, Optic, was seen holding onto his AK.
The instant he heard the approaching footsteps, instead of fighting bravely in such a critical moment since the hope of his team had been entrusted on him, he instantly laid prone behind a metal shelf near the wall of the warehouse.
!
…
It created such an awkward atmosphere in the arena!
On the spur of the moment, the western hosts who had been commenting on the situation in such an intense manner were unable to get a word out.
Even after attempting, they were still at a loss for words…
'Director, there's something wrong with the script!'
The western spectators were dumbfounded too.
Perhaps being people who advocated individualistic heroism, they expected the player to do his utmost to turn the tide since it was the perfect timing to do so.
Even if he were to fail, he deserved praise!
'How the f*ck are we supposed to react now that you suddenly lay prone?'
At that time, in the game, the four C9 players were cautious even though there was only one player left in the opposing team.
With Shroud, "South America's Number One Rifler" leading them, they began searching the area cautiously.
After two rounds…
'Nobody's here?'
Moody, the sniper of C9 was confused. "Did they split up earlier and did one of them disconnect from their squad?"
"I don't think they needed to do that."
Shroud shook his head. "Mylta Power is not a rural area, it can easily allow 4 players to loot the area. They didn't need to split."
"I think so too, the last player should still be here." Frolicer who looked like the oldest in C9 nodded.
"So…" Moody shrugged. "Do we continue to look for him?"
Chappie who had been quiet all along suddenly suggested, "Perhaps we can try to threaten him?"
Upon hearing Chappie, Shroud started thinking.
"I think we can try that."
Therefore, gunshots were heard in Mylta Power once again.
Two shots later…
"C9-Shroud killed Ace-Clan with P92!"
When the spectators in the live streaming channel witnessed the cruel scene, it really got their danders up.
"F*ck! Is this the final form of Shroud, the devil king?"
"That was too cruel! I can't watch anymore!"
"Shroud: I'm a heartless killer."
"Being helpless when your teammate's killed in front of you, 2333, I think the last player from ACE must be mentally crushed now…"
"Do you think he'll take the opportunity to sneak an attack now?"
"I don't think so! Tsk, tsk, that player really has the heart to tolerate this. Is he even from Korea? He's probably from Japan, isn't he?"
While the spectators in the live streaming channels flooded the bullet screens, the three ACE players had been knocked out earlier were eventually killed by Shroud.
From the beginning till the end, the last player who laid prone remained still. He looked like… he was a bot.
'F*ck…
The three Hua Xia commentators looked at each other too. Then, Lord Rong sighed. "Looks like the Korean supporters are very strict, the ACE player is still hiding even though he has to put his ego down."
"Hehe, that's true."
Ruo Feng added, "Back then in tournaments, usually when a Korean team lost, their supporters would ask them to swim back home."
"Now let's look if C9 is going to spare the Korean player's life." Su Changming crossed his arms in front of his chest as he stared at the screen.
In the game, after the C9 players settled the ACE players, they stayed in Mylta Power.
Shroud took a look at their surroundings and then said to his teammates softly, "I think… he probably needs a chance."
"What?"
The other three C9 players could not understand what he meant.
Shroud shook his head without further explaining and instructed, "Stay here, I'll go in for a while."
Upon hearing him, the other C9 players were startled.
Then, Shroud changed his SCAR-L to a Vector and entered the dark power plant building.
…
'Again?
'What a bully!'
When Optic heard the footsteps, he was instantly maddened!
At that moment, he quickly realized that something was off.
'The footsteps… there's only one person!
'They split up!'
Right away, Optic was delighted and his eyes sparkled as if he had seen hope!
'Do you want to be a coward forever or be a man for five seconds?'
As Optic heard the footsteps, he gritted his teeth.
'This time, I want to be a man!'
Then and there, he stood up from behind the metal shelf and then fired multiple shots with his AK!
"Tu, tu, tu-!"
Obviously, Shroud did not notice someone lying prone behind such a low metal shelf. Hence, he was facing sideways.
One thing to note was that the world tournament was in FPP mode, thus Shroud did not have vision of his general surroundings.
Before Shroud knew it, he lost a substantial amount of health!
Despite that, at the moment of life or death, Shroud reacted in time and held up his Vector at the speed of light.
"Xiu, xiu, xiu-!"
Instantly, it was as if 13 .45 bullets had formed a line in the air!
A deadly bullet line!
In just 0.7 seconds, his magazine was emptied!
Then, Optic who had become unrecognizable collapsed to the ground.
Throughout the process… he was unable to hold on for even two seconds, let alone five seconds!
Right then, the caster shifted the camera to the Asian division. In less than five minutes into the opening game, all four ACE players of Korea had been eliminated.
Just like that, a section if the Asian division became empty.
The supporters on the live streaming channel who were still immersed in Shroud's amazing reaction suddenly felt their sinking hearts as they began to feel worried.
...


Liu Zilang had a well-kept secret — he was a prodigy in competitive FPS eSports. His specialty? CSGO. He even entered the finals in the prestigious world tournament.

Alas, his team fell short due to Liu Zilang's inexperience. Shattered by the fact, Liu Zilang vanished from the eSports scene. That was until his friends got him to play a new game known as PUBG.

Liu Zilang's life turned around and he began to make his comeback. Follow Liu Zilang as he encounters difficult situations, all while learning to open up as a person, but more importantly as a brother.

Because of an accident, Chen Fan obtained the power to possess an electric eel!
Of course, being an ambitious guy, Chen Fan just HAD to explore his Electric Eel Avatar thoroughly!
Captains, are the Somali pirates still giving you a headache? Come and hire me online, and I will guarantee that your ship will be even safer than protected by an American aircraft carrier!

The virtual structures built on top and around the mountains were remarkably diverse. Some were shaped like ancient temples, while others borrowed from the latest architecture.

"Are you wondering why nothing matches? The Society is not in a habit of imposing firm controls. We're not the Konsu Clan after all. Every member above the rank of squire has the right to place a permanent structure in this mountain range. The higher your rank, the larger your personal space."

It turned out that the Clifford Society ranked its members in a simple hierarchy.

The lowest rung consisted of Squires. They formed the largest member group as each year many of the top 500 in the Leemar Open Competition chose to join. They only had basic level access to the Society's resources, but for the designers with shallow backgrounds, it was an oasis in a desert. They had to earn merits through missions in order to pay for more exclusive services.

The next step up were the Knights. Only rarely do Squires get promoted to this rank. Most of the apprentices, disciples and regular middle-ranked mech designers were Knights. They formed quite a substantial influence, and enjoyed more extensive access to the Society's exclusive libraries, Mission Hall and restricted lectures.

As Ves entered the society with this rank, Horatio gave him a better idea on what to expect with this status.

"Don't bother mingling with the Squires unless you want something done. You can assign a mission at the Mission Hall and attach a small reward. I can guarantee you that hundreds of the little buggers will flock to your task."

It appeared Horatio took a very dim view of Squires. Considering the mixed composition of this year's top 500, Ves understood his disdain. Due to the competition's weird format, plenty of unqualified mech designers had slipped through. These lucky bastards probably stagnated later on due to their lack of talent and work ethic.

"It's best to interact with your peers. Every Knight is an exceptional individual who has earned their rank. While you are able to earn merits the boring way through fulfilling missions, it's more convenient to trade for knowledge or assistance with your fellow Knights."

When Horatio guided him to the Mission Hall, Ves knew why he dismissed the Mission Hall. Many of the missions appropriate for Knights lasted for months or years.

They included missions like tutoring a spoiled brat until he successfully graduated with a degree in mech design. Such a mission rewarded the taker with fifty merits if he succeeded after five years.

"Don't underestimate the value of fifty merits. While there's no direct equivalent in cols, Knights like you often treat one merit as one million cols."

This meant that a single merit was worth at least a hundred million bright credits! He could fabricate four Marc Antony mechs with that much money!

"As a Knight, you are entitled to ten merits per standard year. This is merely play money to tide you over. To illustrate the value of a merit, let's take a look at the libraries."

The Society's library complex took over an entire plateau. Several different greco-roman structures offered varying levels of knowledge. The Star Library was meant for Squires and contained books and articles that ranged for novice to apprentice level. A Knight had unrestricted access to every book.

The Moon Library offered deeper knowledge. The books and articles in its catalog were of a higher level than the textbooks that Ves had previously bought from the open market. The vast majority of its books was at the journeyman level, though the highest floor also offered Senior-level books.

Knights like Ves had to exchange merits to gain a virtual copy of a book. He could only receive them onto special secure tablets in order to safeguard the knowledge. These tablets featured an abundance of encryption and other forms of copy protection.

The way they worked was very strange. If Ves wanted to read a book, he had to swallow a special neural capsule tailored to his DNA that temporarily reconfigured his optic nerves to read the nonsensical patterns displayed on the tablet. His brain would automatically interpret the squiggly lines and symbols into legible words.

The Society provided Knights with only twenty neural capsules. This meant that Ves received only twenty attempts to read through an entire textbook. He had to pay more merits if he wanted another batch of neural capsules.

"As you can see Ves, the foundational journeyman-level books only costs one merit for Knights. The more advanced books range from five to fifty merits. As for the senior-level books, don't even think about it until you've accumulated at least a thousand merits."

Even Ves needed to complete a ten-year mission if he wanted to earn a thousand merits. Some missions paid more or lasted shorter, but they also entailed a lot more dangers. Some of those missions placed the takers in the middle of active conflicts!

After leaving the structure, Horatio led Ves to the front of the most magnificent library. "The Sun Library is the holy grail of Leemar's Mech Development Faculty. Every professor of the LIT has donated at least a single book. Over the years, the amount of knowledge it has accumulated is very terrifying, even if most of it is dated."

"Have you ever had the opportunity to read a book from this library?" Ves curiously asked. Horatio looked rather old. He must have worked under Master Olson for many years.

Horatio puffed up his chest. "I completed a critical assignment for Master Olson a couple of years ago. I gained the right to access a single book from the Sun Library. Oh, you can't imagine the brilliance seeped into every page! To experience the essence of their specialties is a marvellous chance!"

"Ahem!" He awkwardly coughed once he realized his emotions got the better of him. He quickly regained his composure as a friendly senior. "The knowledge within this library is extremely dangerous for young mech designers like you. Unless you have gained a lot of experience and tempered your design philosophy to a strong degree, you better not sneak a peek."

Ves nodded in agreement, though he reserved some skepticism. How could something as innocent as books break a mech designer's mind?

They descended down the mountain range and entered one of the cities. Unlike the eclectic mix on the mountain tops, the city looked like a proper medieval castle settlement. Simulated people added a lot of livelihood to the scene, though all of them ignored the Society members as if they didn't exist.

"This is where the Squires can rent a virtual home or storefront. It is not the most harmonic environment, but it is sufficient for most of them if they wish to advertise their services."

Many squires had set up stores or stalls offering wares for merits. They also showed off their capabilities in the hopes of getting hired by someone who has merits to spare.

Looking at these talented mech designers debasing themselves for a couple of merits showed Ves how brutal the world can be. Squires who joined the Clifford Society started at the bottom and had to claw their way upwards. It reminded him of the harsh circumstances that students of the LIT had to go through in order to survive.

"These squires make excellent lackeys if you're short on manpower. The Society binds us all together. The rules are very strict against those who violate any contracts made within its bounds."

They reached the final destination of their tour. Horatio had led Ves onto an upscale bazaar where Knights and those of even higher ranks had set up their own storefronts.

Almost anything could be exchanged with merits. From completed mech designs to wreckage of highly advanced mechs, as long as you had merits, it was yours. Ves widened his eyes when he stopped in front of a store selling fabrication equipment.

"That's a decent 3D printer." Horatio remarked as he eyed the machine. It was a bog-standard printer common in the Coalition. "It's nothing to me, but it should be adequate for your needs."

The hefty price tag of five hundred merits discouraged Ves. There were not many ways in which he could earn so many merits quickly. He reluctantly let go of the shiny toys and followed Horatio as he pointed out the most notable stores.

The tour came at an end when they reached a fountain. Horatio reached inside his pocket and retrieved a merit ticket. He threw it into the fountain without hesitation.

"People say that you can gain some luck if you throw some merits in to the fountain." Horatio smirked at Ves when he looked bewildered at the waste. "You might think that I'm throwing away a virtual object into a virtual fountain for nothing. If you believe the multiverse is fixed and follows a defined set of physical laws, then you might be right."

Ves could guess the point he was making. This might even be a hidden test of sorts.

"I believe we have only skimmed the workings of our reality. There is much we have to learn." He said as he remorselessly tossed a valuable merit ticket into the waters of the fountain. Inwardly, he groaned at the loss. He only had nine merits left.

His guide said nothing and merely watched on. Once the ticket fully submerged, he started to float. "That's it for this little tour. Take care of yourself and work hard to become a Journeyman Mech Designer. Once you have reached this level, you will gain access to the Titanium Garden, which is Carmin's exclusive portal. It's not as lively as the Clifford Society, but it offers exclusive resources that will help you advance."

The Titanium Garden existed both as a virtual portal and as a physical location on Master Olson's home planet. Master Olson owed her rapid rise to the Vermeer Group, but her true allegiance was more complex. She proactively partnered with masters from other groups within the Coalition and maintained a neutral stance in all intra-Coalition turf wars. In essence, she was welcome everywhere.

While Ves could climb the Clifford Society's hierarchy, it remained a way for the Carnegie Group to exert influence on him. It would become messy if he got involved in the complex politics between the two groups.

If he had to make a choice, then he was better off favoring the Vermeer Group. Still, as a foreigner, Ves hoped to stay out of this cesspool and develop his mechs quietly in the Bright Republic.

"For now, try to take advantage of what the Clifford Society has to offer." Horatio advised Ves in a sincere manner. "The resources they offer to lower-ranked mech designers is quite comprehensive. Make sure to develop a solid foundation and develop your specialties one step at a time. While you shouldn't be in a hurry, I expect you to reach journeyman in a decade at most."

Ves didn't have to ask what would happen if he failed to meet that request. As a disgrace to his master, he'd be stripped of his apprenticeship and kicked away like a piece of trash.

"Understood. I'll be sure to work as hard as possible."

"One more thing. If you are stuck in your studies, feel free to contact me if you need some guidance. Do note that my time is also scarce, so you better have some merits on hand."

That left him with a way out if he absolutely got stuck. Ves did not expect to consult Horatio often due to his reliance on the System to advance his skills. Cramming books like a human lost its charm when he could simply spend some DP and gain complete mastery over a new skill.

"Well, I'll probably give this book learning a thing since I'm short on DP."

Once Horatio left, Ves exited the simulated environment as well. He could borrow some books later. First he had to finish the ones he purchased previously.

After going through so many battles at Leemar, Ves felt the need to consolidate his new gains by revisiting some theories he didn't completely understand. It was a good way to pass the time while the Barracuda made her way to the Bright Republic.

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

No zombie hit the door, the countdown in the task prompt bar stopped at 15 minutes and 20 seconds.
"Foreign people, come out." Wu Gang knocked at the door. It's time to hand in the task and get the experience.
The words sound just fell, and the cabinets blocked on the door were removed one by one. This detail made him smile a little. Whether the cabinets were blocked on the emotional door or not is the key variable that determines whether the people inside can survive.
 
A blonde Russian girl opened the door. Wu Gang couldn't help sighing that seeing is better than hearing. Russian girls were really beautiful when they were young.
Still, struggling with how to say hello in Russian? He was hugged by the foreign girl half a head taller than him and kept chanting something over and over again in Russian.
Wu Gang patted her on the back and said, "so sorry I come here late and you must be frightened."
 
"Don't call me that, my name is Larissa." Her Chinese is very good. Knowing that the word has some bad meanings, she released Wu Gang and said solemnly, "Thank God for sending you to save me. Thank you."
"Er ahem, yes, yes, if God is a code worker, then we are indeed sent by God." Wu Gang's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his heart said that why you are a Russian and also believe in God. By the way, he introduced Dahao next to him. He poked his head into the ward and looked, "Who else is there?"
he saw a yellow-faced man lying on the sickbed, looking like a college student.
 
"This is my boyfriend Su Junjie." Larissa's tone was anxious. She told Wu Gang that she was an exchange student at A City Foreign Language University. Her boyfriend was ill and went home to be hospitalized. She came to visit him specially. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened.
"Yo, this boy is still a young talent who wins honor for his country. It's not bad." Wu Gang secretly gave a thumbs-up sign to the college students lying in bed. He has always been ashamed of marrying a foreign man but proud of marrying a foreign girl.
An insight found that Su Junjie's status bar was in a state of acute pneumonia. The red frame was as big as a photo frame, and the blood strip had changed from 25 to 12. It seems that the condition is not optimistic.
 
Wu Gang knew that if he wanted to transfer the foreign girl, he had to properly handle her boyfriend first, so he went to the front of the hospital bed and took out a bottle of small purification medicine to drink for him.
Because it was a blue medicine, the blood strip did not rise at all, and the pneumonia status icon did not change at all. Indeed, small purification could only disperse the poisoning status.
He took out Kang Shuai Fu mineral water and gave him a sip of it. There were only five left. He had to save some use and keep it for the copy.
 
One bite down, the blood stripe was full, Su Junjie's face also instantly ruddy, but the icon of pneumonia still stuck to his status bar like psoriasis, it seems that bacterial infection or something is beyond the scope of action of Kang Shuaifu.
Under this circumstance, he is completely helpless. The only thing he can try is the purification skill of the task reward for a while. However, if he wants to get the task reward, he must be transferred out first.
Larissa watched Wu Gang pour her boyfriend a few mysterious potions with strange colors. Her boyfriend's face suddenly improved a lot. She gave Wu Gang a grateful look and sat on the bed holding Su Junjie's hand with concern. She began to greet her boyfriend in Russian.
 
Wu Gang and Wang Dahao, who faced this situation, were embarrassed.
although it was an embarrassment. He wanted to receive the task reward as soon as possible and then went to the second floor to open the secret land. He asked Wang Dahao to go out and find a wheelchair in other wards. " Larissa, this hospital is too dangerous. Please tidy up and prepare to move with us."
"But Sue's health is very poor, I'm afraid of him..." Larisa said in Chinese.
 
Su Junjie, however, struggled to sit up. Even if he was in poor health, he could not stay in this place any longer. This was for the safety of two people. If he missed this rescue teams or something, he would not have this chance again.
Moreover, this man surnamed Wu is a good man just by looking at his face, not to mention giving him medication as soon as he comes up. Wu will definitely not think he is a burden and will not leave him halfway.
"We have to move. Thanks to Angkor's medicine, I feel that my physical strength has basically recovered." He thanked again and again and said he would go together.
 
At this moment, Wang Dahao came in with a wheelchair. Su Junjie motioned with his hand. He didn't want to leave the impression that he was a burden to the other party from the beginning. He insisted on standing up. Although he had been ill in bed for more than a week, he could walk normally except for coughing.
This made him have to recall the medicine he had just drunk in a daze and thought to himself, why does such a magical medicine drink like mineral water?
Sure enough, his move won the favor of Wu Gang Wang Dahao. Wu Gang said that this boy was really good. No wonder he could get a foreign girl, like a man. He asked Dahao to fold up the wheelchair and take it and later gave to Zheng's wife.
 
Larisa held Su Junjie and the four of them walked out of the ward one after another.
[International Rescue Completed, Experience Points Plus 2000, Skills: One Book of Purification]
Direct study!
 
When the blue light flashed, one more skill was added to his skill book. Check the instructions.
Purification: Purifies the bad state of his teammates. If released to a hostile target, it will purify his gain state and cause a 100% deceleration effect for 5 seconds. It costs 5% of the mana limit and has a cooldown of 15 seconds.
"It looks like Shaman's skill, but this skill does not seem to be able to remove the disease effect in the game. No matter what, I have to try it." He put a purification technique on Su Junjie who was walking in front.
 
The special effect of the skill is not very obvious, only a wisp of blue spherical electro-optic slowly falls from directly above him, but after the release, the skill does not enter the cooling time.
The skill does not turn to CD, which is the reason why there is no dispelling state on the target. Wu Gang looked under his head and saw that the icon of acute pneumonia is still there.
It seems that if he wants to cure the disease, he has to find the priest's curing technique or the druid's natural cure. Fortunately, when Wang Dahao was purified next, the extremely critical state was successfully eliminated.
 
The line of people went down to the second floor unharmed. Wu Gang took out several bottles of antibiotics against lung infection from the pharmacist's pocket and handed them to Larissa. He asked them to walk down the street, find a commercial vehicle with license plate number XXXX, and then walked with Wang Dahao towards the ward that had become a secret place.
Standing at the door and taking out the key, his hand trembled a little. What he wanted to see most was that after the door was opened, there was an ordinary small room inside, and at the end of the room was a golden treasure chest quietly, without guarding monsters or organ traps.
However, there will never be a free lunch.
 
The door opened and they entered a small space where the walls, floors and roofs were all painted black, but with a little purple light.
A very empty and unemotional side sound came from the middle of the house.
"Left Secret Realm: Ward 15 was activated, colleagues were detected, and the entourage system was activated. Is Wang Dahao recruited as the entourage?"
 
The entourage system? What kind of this is?
"Recruitment." Wu Gang thought a little and chose to agree.

love playing Internet game，cartoon，American TV shows and AC fun and Bilibili，the doorman Wu Gang was invited into a parallel universe and inserted an internet system.  this is a world that full of surprises like amazing pets, unimaginably weapons, and magic potions. being hungry, he has the food creation skill.  when fighting with a zombie, he is able to hide himself and go to kill the zombie from the back. his teammate is nearly dying, then the teammate has to complete die so that he can survive this person. what should a person need to do if he doesn't lack any food or clothes?  Wu Gang sighs lonely and thought as a man who doesn't learn the best skill, the best equipment, and a holy beast, there is a long way to go.

The ambush set date has come and they all gathered in front of the wooden house at 1800 hrs. Meanwhile, George never knew that she followed him down to the tunnel till to their former bedroom. Upon reaching she was leaning her face beside the cabinet, posing her back and both palms stamping on the cabinet's wall; standing, till she slowly dropped her body down on her feet and was teary eyed. Then she has heard him spoke outside.

"Okay, on your way!" George instructed. She never knew that it was meant for team two and three's departure since their destination  were the farthest. After a while, George slowly stepped inside their old room and noticed someone's voice, sobbing. He moved closer, turned on the flashlight and turned it off again when he found her covered with hair like an eerie ghost.

" My...Mag?" Then he sat down combing her hair with his fingers, smiling and wiped her tears.

"Hey! haha! why you're lamenting like that? shh, I'll get back alive." Then he put her face on his shoulder while he caressed her hair.  Albrecht called him outside so he slowly detached himself away from her but she was twirling her fingers on his uniform till on his belt as he unlocked his hand down to her cold fingers.

George walked outside with a heavy heart and in a minute, Baldur came in and forced her to return to the granite house.

" Mag, listen, we'll survive. We're not even spending too much weapons there, so calm down. Go back there and take care of yourself, be suspicious and do not let anyone get in. Here, bring this - your sword and another dagger, take them all, okay? Calm down." But she wasn't moving. Albrecht came in after waiting a little longer.

" Shh...no one knew you're here so just wait for us to get back, go up there silently, Magee." Albrecht, knelt snd summoned her. But she's not moving.

" Mag, Mag-Mag, Mag-Mag." Albrecht repetitively and crazily mentioned her nickname that made her smile while pinching a little of his ear and without her knowing,  George was just at the back of the door, listening. So it was enough to move her feet to get down and she's gone.

"Hmm...Baldur, I need to carefully lock this secret hole, help me. Just don't turn on the light." The brothers carefully locked it so that she could not get out from there. After securing the location of the secret hole, they went out and finally joined with George and company. 

George wanted to get back and comfort her but he knows the granite house is the safest haven within the warzone and enemy lines. He was very silent while passing through the secret cave facing east and then the three guards (civilians) left on post, including Fr. Matias. They waved a hand and the priest even prayed to bless their way.

Alone and the saddest so she climbed overhead to one of the daylight optic holes. She emerged on top seeing a bit of cottony fogs. The moon lighted the treetops of Tikaban as she forcibly inhaled and exhaled, paving the worries inside her system. Out of coping her worrisome thoughts so she looked below the mountain and back to the moonlighted horizon. Then she put her back to rest on the stony surface and started to stargaze, surfing her eyes to the different stars shining like diamonds in the sky.

" Wow! its still a wonderful world despite war, everything's fine, I am fine. George is fine, and so with my brothers - God loves us." Then while doing positive self-talk, she had heard some noise outside the mountain. So she crawled a little on the edge and looked down. There  were almost 20 Japs rushing towards the direction of George and company. So she slowly returned inside and brought one Mk 2 grenades and got out to the daylight optic hole again. In order to distract the Japs from following to her family's direction so she threw it  toward northeast, it has its hissing sound before the cranking shards and splinters - heavily blasted in the groovy horizon northeast.

Boom!

Then she saw them running to the site where they have heard it blasted, sadly its in another cliff so they backed off and at least their travel was a little delayed. In a while, she was settled looking up to the fogs communing to form a mountain cap, so she slid inside the daylight optic hole and properly closed it. Still lonely, then she locked the granite door going to the tunnel and washed up. Thinking how things went well so she grabbed her sewing kit made of 'romlon,' (romlon was locally called to a look-a-like pandan plant, but its tall, around 15-20 feet high from the ground and usually used in making a mat or 'banig' by stripping it into pieces, sometimes dyed. Some said its 'buri' but the Tikaban locals called it 'romlon' ). She immediately opened it and found out the cute baby clothes she had been sewing and knitting. 

" Hmm...where did I place the baby shirt. As far as I remember, its next to the pajama, ah, it will just pop up when I will not look for it anymore." Then she smiled.

" Wow! so cute. I can't imagine holding a baby as small as this. He musn't find this here." Then she returned the sewing kit beside the  bed and started to close her eyes. Still worried but she was praying for the safety of them all.

After three hours of sleep, she was awakened by several blasts from a distant place. She hurriedly stood up and prayed hard, teary eyed.

" Lord God, please put an end to this war. People defending our country are now chilling, hungry, in pain and are terribly suffering but are fighting hard on the bushes and wilderness. Please. Please protect my family and everyone from the lost command and the guerillas of Gabok. Make them all survive." Then she went back to bed and grabbed her blanket.

Reluctant of her roots, a 20 year old Magee and a Captain's daughter - was sent by Lolo Sibal to UST in 1938 to study Philosophy. Way back then, Lolo Sibal was a survivor of the 1918-1920 Spanish flu plague who was accidentally trapped , along with the Captain for twenty years in the legendary cave of Kabang. Interestingly, the Captain left to him the wealth for Magee's education and returned to the United States. In September, 1941 Magee has heard from a UP friend that the Japanese are coming in December of the same year so she returned home empty-handed and stayed with her family. Without them knowing, her father, the Captain who survived has returned to the Philippines for another military mission on the same month of September, 1941 and assigned the 25 year old 1Lt. George of the infantry and the in-charge of the platoons in combat to take care of his daughter in whatever means. One day, during the early weeks of the Japanese occupation, one of its officials named Hakanori proposed to Magee through her mother and agreed for the wedding. Magee was against to it despite her multiple attempts to escape. Accidentally, the night before her wedding, she fell into the abyss nearby their house and found herself the next day that she was with the Filipino guerillas together with the American and German soldiers. She noticed the Captain personally but only in a short encounter and there - he was gone. In the fight for freedom under the Japanese occupation, 1Lt. George used a different tactic and studied very well the terrains and natural habitat of the place. He led the disarming of any Japanese patrolling and collected all their weapons and uniforms, worn by Filipino Guerillas in disguising. He also applied sharpened bagacays in holes, pulleys, and ropes in all sorts, throwing rocks, powdered some poisonous plants and made antidotes, used herbs and root crops for their survival and even dug some exit points and tunnels all over just to reach the cave of Kabang. Alongside with Magee at war where he only started as his guardian through the Captain's request had smoothly twisted and subtly turned out that he became madly in love with her. One day...

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