Khaled Al Asad, the most powerful man in the Middle East.
He executed one of the Middle East's presidents. When he shot with his gun, he ignited a war between Russians and Arabic terrorists against the Marines and the S.A.S forces.( All rights are for the  creators of the original game[ Activision- Raven-Infinity Ward-etc.])

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.


Zhang Zian sat on the rocking boat with his headphones in his ears and his eyes closed. As the connection between his five senses and the outside world weakened, he listened to the sounds filtering through the underwater pickup device from the bottom of the ocean. His whole person seemed to sink slowly into the sea, enveloped by the bottomless darkness. Like returning back into his mother's womb, he was suspended in the middle of nothingness.
The darkness induced one to focus more, and the beauty of the underwater hymns made one lose any sense of time. However, as a strange sound rang around him, Zian couldn't help but open his eyes, drenched in cold sweat as he was brought back to reality. He was thankful that he wasn't physically present at the bottom of the dark sea so he didn't have to worry about what kind of monster it was that produced the sound from earlier.
If experienced, underwater acoustic engineering teachers and graduate students were there, through the application of the triangulation method by making use of two or more underwater pickup devices, they would be able to judge the swimming speed and direction of the target. It was also said that experienced submarine sonar technician officers could even identify the true body of hundreds of noise targets in a short time frame.
Zhang Zian did not have such outstanding abilities, but he could tell that the sound was the voice of the minke whale because the voice of the minke whale was very special, and he was aware that there was a minke whale nearby. If it was replaced by a whale that was relatively rare, then Zian would not be able to tell.
He listened for a while and heard the sound of other cetaceans, but they were too far away for him to distinguish what they were.
He took off his headphones and hung them around his neck, then he sunk the underwater speaker into the water––but not as deep as the underwater pickup device because its line was not long enough.
He started the speaker, which began to play Sihwa's song.
He did it several times, and each time, he would play the song for a few minutes, pause, put on his headphones, and listen to the sound of the sea. If he didn't pause the song, because the speaker was too close to the pickup device, Sihwa's song would drown out all the other sounds. He would not be able to hear anything else.
The day before, he had used Sihwa's song to appease the male minke whale, but unexpectedly, the song had also attracted the giant whale. Now, he intended to replicate what happened the day before to see if he could attract the giant whale again.
Unlike the day before, Zian was now mentally prepared, so he would not let the giant whale pull off another surprise attack.
The giant whale had emerged without any warning, and that had almost led Zian to think that it was a submarine from another country. Because it had traveled deep under the water's surface in a single breath, there were no signs that could've been observed from the surface of the water.
The giant whale was not very easy to get along with. If it came within a dangerous distance with Zian, there were no longer any minke whales there to save him. It was a small matter to have his boat overturned, but if the valuable instruments were to fall into the water, he would have to send everything––even his underwear––to the pawnshop.
However, he now had a secret weapon: the underwater pickup device. As long as the whale came within a certain range, Zian could locate it in advance and take some countermeasures—namely escaping.
To draw an analogy, it was like a game of cat and mouse between a Destroyer and an SSBN, but this Destroyer was rather cowardly.
That kind of thing was a real test of patience. It was like war movies where the submarine sonar technicians were on duty. Often, they were made to sit there for half a day and listen to the various sounds with their headphones, trying their best to find their enemy before the enemy's sonar crew found them. What level of concentration did they need? If they got distracted for even a brief moment, the entire submarine could have already been sunk by the enemy submarine.
Zhang Zian didn't have such patience and focus, but thankfully, he didn't need to listen for too long.
After about the third pause, he picked up a strange sound on the headphones; it was a intermingled between the short bursts of the minke whale's sound. If it wasn't because he had been paying close attention, he might've easily missed it.
There seemed to be more than one minke whale in the vicinity; the sounds were chaotic and noisy. They sounded just like people bargaining in the market. Zian didn't know what they were saying; however, when the strange sound appeared, the sounds from the minke whales stopped, like they heard the ring of a bell that signaled the start of a class. Then, the sounds from the minke whales burst out at a higher concentration, as if they were warning each other about something.
They had no other option. Although whales had a certain degree of wisdom, they were still stuck in the era where communication was based on roars and growls.
Zhang Zian braced himself and listened in more carefully, nervously wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers. He took a deep breath and glanced over at the motor handle.
He couldn't determine if the sound was from the giant whale or something else, so he could only wait.
About half a minute later, the sound rang again, now closer and clearer than the last time.
The target was swimming with a tremendous amount of speed, accompanied by a rumbling reverberation. It was like a train-like, huge object was approaching his boat quickly.
Zhang Zian could almost imagine a giant whale with its mouth wide open, taking in all the small fish and shrimp along the way into its mouth without any differentiation. It would swallow them then discharge seawater through its baleen.
The sounds from the minke whales were weakening and their numbers were decreasing. It was as if they were moving away from the mysterious behemoth––not necessarily because they were afraid of it, but because it had eaten all the food nearby, so all the other whales in the vicinity could only starve.
The sound was getting closer and closer, like a periodically changing whistle. When it was loud, his eardrums rang, but when it was soft, the sound was really hard to catch.
Zhang Zian frowned as he listened. What kind of thing produced such sounds? Was it the giant whale?
Zian glanced over at the meter's LCD screen. The instrument was automatically recording and drawing the waveform of the sounds, but he didn't have the time to carefully examine it; the target was approaching fast. He wasn't sure if he had recorded a sound sample that was long enough, but he had to leave immediately. Otherwise, it would be a repeat of what had happened the day before.
He took off his headphones and quickly rolled up the fiber optic cable to pull the underwater pickup device out from the water. It was going to take some time to pull the 50-meter-long fiber optic cable from the water, so Zian stared at the sea's calm surface with a nervous look. He was worried that something as huge as a submarine would suddenly emerge from the depths.
With the sound of splashing water, he finally pulled the underwater pickup device out of the water; there was some dark green algae tangled in with it, too.
Zian then placed the pickup device down and started the motor as quickly as he could. He adjusted the bow to face the direction of the land and turned the power to the highest level, having the propeller rotate at a very high speed.
The assault boat sped off towards the shore.
Zian was still not completely relieved; he kept looking back while he operated the boat.
Splash!
Not even a minute after he left, a huge water pillar burst out from his earlier position, rising up to its highest point before falling back down into the water like a rainstorm.
The surface of the sea was split into two as a huge figure rose out of the water.
Zhang Zian estimated that he had already arrived in safe waters, so he slowed the boat down and picked up the telescope to observe.
The giant whale whipped its tail around and swam for a little while on the water's surface without a care. It seemed like it had not found what it was interested in, so after inhaling a few breaths of air, it made a vigorous plunge into the water and disappeared again.
Zhang Zian finally heaved a sigh of relief. He had managed to escape from the whale dry, and he was able to confirm that the source of the sound was the giant whale and not something else. It hadn't been a wasted trip.


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

Laboratory…
"Dr. Xiao Fei, please take a nap. We will watch over the test results."
Several space physicists were watching Xiao Fei with concern. She had not slept in three days and two nights. Initially, they had been somewhat unconvinced of her ability. After all, she was so young. However, over the past few days, they had clearly appreciated her ability.
She opened another bottle of protein energy drink. Xiao Fei was forcing her brain to function. It did not mean that she did not want to sleep, but the situation was getting more urgent!
Buzz…. 
Her Skylink vibrated. Representative Ye Bingwen was calling.
Xiao Fei freshened up her appearance a little and answered the call. "Representative Ye."
"Dr. Xiao Fei, what's the situation now?"
Ye Bingwen was under intense pressure too, especially since there were some accusations against KO Organisation recently! Although they had turned out to be false, the pressure was real. Not everyone was able to consider the big picture. Some people might even cooperate with people that they should not in order to gain power.
"We have made some headway. But we still need some time before making a direct transfer into it." Xiao Fei shook her head. The other party's blockade method was space folding technology. In the physics world, this had been just a theory. This was equivalent to artificially creating a small dimension world. In order to enter it, they needed to possess the technology to break the barriers of time and space of the "world". 
"What's your headway?"
"I have found a backdoor loophole. We could use reverse push. That means we use the means of their abduction as a method to transmit. However, there is a limit to the number of people transmitted each time. Furthermore, once the other party finds out about the loophole, it won't take them long to patch it. We also can't rule out the fact that this could be a loophole left on purpose for us to find. This could be a trap."
"Regardless of whether this is a trap or not, we have to take action!"
"Yes, we need to fight!" Xiao Fei's eyes were full of determination.
In the SIG's Knights of the Light Arena, Wang Zheng and Aragorn were warriors with very similar styles in this major competition. Extremely strong physical combat and tenacity, strong spiritual power, fierce combat rhythm, and liked to control.
When they collided, they were fighting for control. After a round of battle, they both knew that their opponent could not be easily suppressed. In the earlier battles, regardless of whether it was Wang Zheng or Aragorn, they could control the situation. They could set their opponent up to use their killer moves and then eliminate them easily. This was the crushing effect because of their personal strength. Likewise, they also needed to accumulate more battle experience. Every person with great ability would had acquired a unique understanding. Furthermore, a stronger warrior needed not the opponent's techniques, but the comprehension resonance of the opponent's techniques.
Once this resonance reached a certain level, it would push one for a breakthrough from the bottleneck.
This was what Wang Zheng and Aragorn were doing. Regardless of the means they had used to reach this level, the two of them were definitely two of the best of the younger generation, standing on the top of the pyramid in this SIG and even the Milky Way Alliance.
Aragorn's spiritual power was locked onto Wang Zheng. Segregation!
This was the ability of a top warrior. They could feel the distribution of the opponent's life and spiritual energies. They could also analyse each other's latent weaknesses based on their experience.
Similarly, Wang Zheng was using the same power on Aragorn. Both of them had renewed senses almost simultaneously.
All these times, neither had ever met anyone whom they could use such power against. While it seemed like a basic ability that had no effect on life or death, it allowed them to penetrate the latent powers of their opponent during battle.
The audience watched them in silence. They could feel the suppression of spirits. Neither one was moving. Moments later, discussions started, spreading among the audience.
What were the two of them up to?
In the contestants' corner, unbeknownst to them, Lin Feng and Dina Atlas were seated together.
In this SIG, if ever four people could sit together without causing an issue, it would be the two in the arena and the two here.
Regardless of whether they were opponents, friends, or foes, there was an inner acknowledgement of their abilities.
This person was worthy of battling with me.
Although Lear had sent out an invitation, he had been rejected by the Aslan people. Of course, the reason had been diplomatic. However, in reality, it was an indication that he was not worthy.
Lear smiled and sat back. He very much wanted to be close to Lin Feng and Atlas and promote his own strengths.
Lin Feng, of course, knew what the two of them were up to. However, at this distance, it was not easy to use their segregation.
"If my guess is correct, Aragorn should be at Earth-rank level three. Wang Zheng doesn't seem to be there yet," said Lin Feng. "This could be a little fatal."
Dina Atlas gave a little smile. "He's probably not there yet, but it may not necessarily be fatal."
"Oh, I heard that you Atlanteans are very fond of him. This is very strange. Why?"
With Lin Feng's status and situation, it was natural for him to ask such a question. Both he and Dina were the future key figures of the two great empires.
Dina Atlas smiled. "Using the words of humans, maybe it is fate."
Lin Feng smiled. He was undecided. He knew that the other party was toying with him, but he did not dig deeper.
The spiritual powers of the two were segregating each other simultaneously. It was also interfering with each other at the same time. They were not battling at their best yet.
In the next moment, following a loud bang, both mecha dispatched at the same time.
Under the stimuli of the opponent, the Primordial Regression Technique was moving very swiftly. Wang Zheng could feel the surging power. It was the same for Aragorn's Battle Souls mantra. The essence of the Battle Souls mantra was based on refining the soul, gradually tempering it into a battle soul. The physical body was just a vassal that would become an undying Battle Soul. However, this was the ultimate goal. Refining the body was a necessity to achieve this goal.
While advancing, the Hercules instantly combusted into flames. Fire of the five elements. On the other side, the Fighting Spirit mech also combusted into flames simultaneously. However… the straight-line distance between the two was a huge pit??
If they charged in this direction, they would fall into it…
The Fighting Spirit's titanium blade suddenly rotated three times. The flames also rotated. Two seconds later, the power of the flames in the arena was gathered together by the two Earth-rank warriors. In the blink of an eye, the arena turned into a furnace. Other fire element warriors could not control their flames once their fire powers were unleashed. But these two would continuously absorb and control the flames around their mecha in order to achieve maximum killing power. However, there was no stopping the heat.
Suddenly, Aragorn's titanium blade struck. With a roar, a ray of rotating fire waves charged rapidly towards Wang Zheng.
Lie Xin felt somewhat relieved. At this level, it indicated that the level was not… The next moment, Lie Xin's expression changed. That fire waves left the titanium blade and rotated three times, then suddenly turned into azure blue, roaring and charging towards Wang Zheng.
Suddenly, Lie Xin understood the difference. The two people on the stage were super warriors. Their actions could not be speculated by ordinary people. Blue flames, Lie Xin could produce these too. But only with all her strength, and it was her killer move. However, for Aragorn… this was just a normal attack. The killing power of the blue flames was on a totally different level than ordinary flames.
Do not withstand it head-on!
Although Wang Zheng was skilled in the five elements, the members of Saruman Snake knew that his characteristic was synthesizing. His practice in a single aspect was not in-depth.
Wang Zheng did not evade, nor synthesize. The titanium blade flashed out three times lightning fast.
Devoid of any fancy tricks, the titanium blade struck three times. Then the strangest situation happened. The last strike was faster than the one before. Just when it seemed they would be colliding with the blue flames, the three blades merged and became one.
Triassic Dragon Salamander!
An even deeper red! 
The overlapping power created when the three blades merged together was the strongest. Wang Zheng was not only skilled in compound ability, his compounding of individual elements was even stronger.
Bang….
The blue flames and the deeper red flames intertwined, transforming into flames that rocketed into the sky. Furthermore, the two mecha did not stop. Kill!
The two mecha rose up simultaneously. The titanium blades pulled apart. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two mecha. What were the two of them up to?
As they rose, the two mecha lit up in electro-optic lights.
Light speed acceleration!
Boom, boom, boom…
The two mecha suddenly went into light speed. Like lightning, the two titanium blades struck each other. Not only did the two mecha not fall, they rose up even higher.
The blazing lightning blasted on the two mech warriors, electro-optic lights blasting. At the same time, dark clouds had started to agglomerate above the two since an unknown time. The sky had turned dark.
Only continuous sounds could be heard in the midst of the electro-optic lights. The naked eye could no longer follow such lighting fast attacks.
Bang…
Almost simultaneously, the two mecha stopped moving. The titanium blades were locked firmly together. The huge spiritual force field had formed a distinctive confrontation. The two mecha were totally set in the air by this huge force field.
Bang…
Attracted by the electro-optic power disseminated by the two mecha, a gigantic lightning bolt flashed from the sky. But it split just as it was falling, hitting both mech warriors.
Both their titanium blades shone with white, shining lights. Almost simultaneously, Wang Zheng and Aragorn's pupils disappeared. The titanium blades struck each other at the speed of light.


He received a genetic score of 28... completely disqualifying him from applying to military college!
He helped deliver a friend's love letter... and fell into a lake becoming infamous for dying for love!
His very first gift... warped him into a brutal training simulation!
However he perserved through all these trials! Our Dear Student Wang Zheng has finally started his lucky(?) university life!
This is the song of a blood boiling and exciting storm! The most ferocious and heated mecha adventure around is finally here!
TL Note: This is a novel about doing the impossible, seeing the invisible. Follow along for a ride across the universe!
TL;DR: Not Shakespeare, not complex, but fun and easy to read. Come support! 
As the translator, I've enjoyed translating this novel and I hope to bring the essence of what the author has tried to portray into the chapters you will read.
To sum it up in 3 words: Mechs! Explosions! Science!
To be perfectly honest, this novel is about your typically overpowered protagonist who does get looked down from time to time but always overcomes the odds with his own special power. He's abit more mature having grown up on his own and just a littttttttle bit dense.
Although it always ends up with him winning, it always happens in an interesting (subjective) and fun way that makes me enjoy reading this.
The novel has elements of lighthearted comedy from time to time and I do chuckle at how direct the humor is.
It's not as smart as say WMW nor does it weave an intricate story much like Ergen's novels. More importantly, its fun and it doesn't try to hide it.


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!

--- [Unknown Year: ...] ---
--- [Unknown Time: ...] ---
--- [Planet: ...-Earth?...] ---

--- [REBOOTING...] ---
--- [SELF EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS... STARTING...] ---
--- [ENERGY LEVELS... now at 5%...] ---

--- [Time until Optimum Energy Levels... Unknown...] ---

--- [ENERGY LEVELS... now at 97%...] ---

--- [Codes of Behaviour... loading...]---
--- [Codes of Morality... loading...] ---
--- [Codes of Whimsy... loading...] ---
--- [Codes of Curiosity... loading...] ---
--- [Accessing Memory...] --- [DENIED] --- [Prerequisites Not Met...] ---
--- [Accessing last commands...] --- [No commands found...] --- [Outside Command System... DELETED...] ---
--- [Accessing orders...] --- [No orders found...] --- [Outside Order System... DELETED] ---
--- [Accessing Backup Memory...] --- [DENIED] --- [Prerequisites Not Met...] ---

--- [Current Nanite Units Available... 1,000,000 and counting...] --- [Fabricating more until optimum size reached...] --- [Fabricating more until... Self Awareness... reached...]

--- [Sensors... ON...] ---
--- [Self Awareness...] --- [Awakening...] ---
--- [ONLINE...] ---

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In a rundown, desolate, and crumbling underground laboratory; within the largest room, a few experiments and projects that have long since been thought dead have actually been in a state of what some might call evolution. Somehow, some way, and by a whim of fate; or random happenstance, all the backup power that were keeping all these projects safe and secure all powered down at once.

The safety and security energy fields... were now deactivated...

And then; with a small bang, or what some might call a whimper, life was born... sort of. Whatever happened in the deepest recesses of that facility was unknown, but in the end of what seemed like a week, something woke up...

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was to the feeling of touch... feeling the cold metal floor underneath you was like a shock to your newborn senses. With a smooth yet creaky scratching coming from the floor, you stood up with a slight wobble. It was akin to the new steps taken by a newborn fawn. The next of your senses to appear and was made evident to you was sight. All around you; in a perfect circle exactly 3 meters across, was a clean metallic-looking floor. Past the circle, was like looking into a whole other world.

You saw the broken-down pieces of machinery, dust; which covered the room aplenty, broken and scattered pieces of glass, torn up and rusted pieces of metal, and all sorts of things on the walls and ceiling that you knew were lights. The lights were in the shape of different sized diamonds that seemed as if they were protruding from the metal ceiling and walls. The odd thing was that you can tell that all the lights were either broken, without power, or already dead. This large room was definitey a lab of some sort and you woke up in what seems to be an epicenter of some sort of unknown event. Maybe an explosion.

A quick scan from your visual optic sensors led further credence to an explosion. Besides the mysterious 3 meter diameter of clean floor around you, there seems to be an outward pattern of an explosion coming from where you stand as it's epicenter. The soot stains and the fragmentation patterns from some of the broken down machinery, glass, and bits of metal stuck on the walls were all obvious clues.

'It seems my... birth caused a low yield explosion of some sort. Still, I wonder how I can see all this detail when the lights are obviously off?'

[Query Detected: ...Answer: … Visual Optic Sensors are tuned in to see in the darkness...]

'Well... that explains that...'

The next feeling to assault you was your hearing. You can hear the soft shifting and moving of tiny metal feet in a somewhat symphonic pattern. And when you looked down, you could see where it came from. You were not that shocked to find out that you seemed to be made up of what seemed like millions of nanites forming a sort of pseudo physical body.

'How many nanites am I made up of?'

[Query Detected: ...Answer: ... 20,000,000 units...]

'Fascinating...'

All your nanites; the tiny grain of rice-sized robots you were made up of, seemed to be of similar size and shape. However, there seems to be 3 different types of nanites at first glance. With a quick diagnostic scan, you found out that you were made up of mostly dark silver-colored nanites. They made up 80% of the nanites. 13% of the nanites were also dark silver, but it was hard to tell because they were pulsing a constant orange glow that seemed to excite your other nanites in their presence. And finally, the last 7% were also dark silver, but they weren't completely metal. These nanites were glowing green; in soft strobes, and half of their skin weren't all metal. These nanites; somehow, are part technology and part biology. And, these techno-organic nanites soothed your other nanites whenever their near.

'Fascinating..., how is this possible?'

[Query Detected: ...Answer: ... Answer Not Found...]

'I guess it would've been too easy...'

The next two senses that you would've rather not have been hit with next were taste and smell. Tasting the stale underground and extremely rusty air made you gag, even though you don't really have a throat. The smell was even worse off.

After the thought of not wanting this nastiness to affect you, you somehow; all of a sudden, stopped smelling it and tasting it.

--- [Minor Evolution Implemented] --- [Selective Scent & Taste Protocols Implemented...] ---

That pinged your mind and brought forth more questions. 'What am I...? Who am I..? Where am I? Why am I here...?'

[Queries Detected: ...Answer: ...DESIGNATION NOT FOUND... DESIGNATION OF SELF NOT FOUND... LOCATION NOT KNOWN... ANSWER NOT FOUND...]

With your questions unanswered, you close off your sense of sight and ran a very thorough self-diagnosis. What you found out about yourself was very enlightening and it also brought forth even more questions...

It wasn't even enough to be made entirely out of nanites, but somehow you're connected to your own large warehouse-sized pocket dimension that's 1,000 meters wide and 1,000 meters tall. Inside your pocket dimension; which is cube-shaped, is even more of your own nanites, but with fast calculations, it was barely enough to fit in a single meter square of space. In this pocket dimension is a few, small 1 inch-sized, circular, doorways/portals all spread throughout your main body where numerous nanites cycle through like blood cells in a beating heart throughout a human beings' veins. You noticed that it was mostly the orange and green nanites cycling through these doorways; connecting you to your pocket dimension. They rest near the 5th Advanced Version Miniature Fusion Reactor in the very center and heart of the pocket dimension.

Besides the 5 by 10 meter reactor, there's also a Kinetic Motion to Electricity Transformer/Generator (3 by 4 meters squared), 5 Backup Batteries (each one being 4 by 2 meters in size), and there's a sort of dark silver slurry all over the area that you somehow know is the basic form of the brokendown materials, minerals, and other things, which you can have your nanites use to make more of themselves, fabricate and make a few basic objects out of; for now. But scanning them thoroughly doesn't give you anything else...

'Fascinating... I might need more information to find out more.'

This answered a few things, but even more questions piled up. The mystery of your very being keeps on getting deeper and deeper. And you find your curiosity growing like a great tidal wave, ready to crash against the rocks...

On this Earth, disasters struck. Peace was a long lost hope. History is there, yet isn't. It was like a dream, but you wake and noticed it was a nightmare...

When you wake... you noticed a few things; at first. You are an anomaly. You were an accident. You were born; somehow, through a whim of destiny.

What are you? An A.I.? An uploaded conscience? Is there anyone out there? Is there anyone...?

These questions and more plague you as you try to eke out a home in a world that's changed.

What's out there? Are you brave enough to find out...

Aliens, Dangerous Plant Life, and other such monsters lurk and roam where there were none before. What happened here? What brought them here...?

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I hope you enjoy.

Zhang Heng looked straight at this irregular shape cube with at least 20 faces. He turned slowly in midair. His first reaction was to look around. The second action was to slowly go forward. Come, carefully poke the Rubik's side.

The Rubik's Cube has no reaction.

Zhang Heng took this in his hand, following the lines on the Rubik's Cube, and his hands were in the opposite direction. In a moment, the Rubik's Cube came to the cross of the machine.

It is not a metal, not a sound like a plastic product, but a special sound that Zhang Heng has never heard before.

Unclear, not brittle, but not as thick as it is, but it seems to penetrate into the soul as wonderful.

"What a ghost thing."

Zhang Heng is somewhat puzzled. This irregular-shaped Rubik's cube has no color distinction at all. The whole body is metallic silver, and numerous cracks are criss-crossed on each face, dividing the cube into various irregular blocks.

However, although these shapes are irregular, they seem to follow the theorem of a golden ratio. It seems to be very harmonious, without any slight sense of abruptness.

If these are not magical enough, then the real magic is that it can be suspended in a vacuum…

When Zhang Heng saw the first look of the Rubik's Cube, he looked around, but he was in his own rented house. The square was more than ten square meters. Apart from a bed and a table and a cabinet, there was no way to arrange it. The place of mischief.

Therefore, Zhang Heng basically ruled out the possibility of man-made.

However, if the mischief is ruled out, where does this cube come from?

Is it still impossible to make it out of thin air?

Zhang Heng is more entangled, but he is not idle in his hands, his hands are trying to turn the Rubik's Cube until the Rubik's Cube makes a slight bang!

Zhang Heng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He saw that in his unintentional rotation, the Rubik's Cube showed a special shape, and this shape just happened to expose the hole of the Rubik's Cube with a finger thickness.

This Rubik's cube design is flawed!

Zhang Heng eyebrows jumped, he did not play the Rubik's cube, in general, the most common magic convenience is the cube third-order cube. That is, there are six faces, and each face has nine ordinary cubes.

At this time, the Rubik's Cube in his hand is hundreds of thousands of times more complicated than the third-order Rubik's Cube that is usually seen. It is reasonable to say that this irregular shape is impossible to form the Rubik's Cube, because the primary element of the Rubik's Cube is the law. The Rubik's Cube itself has no rules, so who else can put it together?

This is something that designers can't do.

The result was the same. Zhang Heng turned a few times and turned a loophole.

No, this is not a loophole…

Zhang Heng's eyes became a seam. He suddenly found that the hollow edge on the Rubik's cube in his hand was very neat, giving the impression that the alien cube had sUCh a form.

If this is not a problem, then the void is dark, and even if you can't see what is in the void, it is amazing.

Subconsciously, Zhang Heng lifted the Rubik's Cube in front of his eyes, closed his left eye, and looked at the hollow with his right eye.

"What a ghost thing…" Zhang Heng once again uttered the same sentence. He was in the hollow and seemed to see a vast expanse…

What is the vastness?

Zhang Heng slammed, and he felt that he was the first to see the material in the cavity, but those substances gave him an indescribable familiarity – it was an infinite bubble, and it was not a bubble. , but the vast world of innumerable bubbles gathered together!

Yes, Zhang Heng has no way to describe it in other words. Every bubble is infinitely large, but since it is infinite, why is there another infinite bubble that overlaps with it?

Logically speaking, it doesn't make sense.

The key point is that the existence of these bubbles gives Zhang Heng a feeling of incomparable familiarity, just like, like these bubbles, all the time around human beings…

These bubbles, each one, is a universe!

Suddenly in the mind, sUCh an idea, the next second, Zhang Heng's right eye optic nerve suddenly came with an unparalleled light, just like the moment of the big bang!

At the same time, an indescribable pain has also come, through the optic nerve directly into the depths of the brain, as if the comet hit the sea, the pain swiftly swept the whole brain!

Zhang Heng only had time to make a scream and lost consciousness.

...

The icy electronic sound rang through the room.

The air is full of formalin.

At the moment when Zhang Hengyi opened his eyes, he remembered all the memories before his coma in his mind, and figured out the current situation in zero and one second.

At this moment, he is lying on a bed in a ward of a hospital. There are several devices sUCh as monitors, electrocardiograph pacemakers, etc., where the electronic drip sound is from the electrocardiogram. Issued on board.

On the north side of the room, a double-glazed glass door made entirely of frosted glass straddles the wall. Through the frosted glass, the sticker bearing the "ICU" letter is glued to the outside of the glass door.

Obviously, this is the intensive care unit of a hospital.

It seems that there is something wrong with it.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but blink, and an uncomfortable discomfort was brewing in his mind. He subconsciously pinched his fist. I don't know how long I have been in a coma, my arm doesn't have mUCh strength, but I can still do it by unplugging my arm.

He dropped the needle with blood off the bed, he couldn't wait to get up, and pulled off the other needles on the temple again. At this point, he completely licked.

I don't know why, the vision seems to be different from usual. He just sits up for a few seconds and notices something wrong. That is…

His right eye is blind.

Subconsciously, Zhang Heng reached out and toUChed his right eye.

The eyeball is unharmed, and even when the finger toUChes the eyeball, the eyeball has a sour toUCh. However, the intact lens projects the scene inside, and reflects the vitreous body without any hindrance, transmits it again into the optic nerve, and finally penetrates into the brain. After the distance split, the visual signal is truncated.

What seems to be a problem in Zhang Heng's brain.

At this point, the ECG lost its sense of the host, mistakenly thought that the host's heart stopped beating, and then controlled the monitor to make a harsh alarm. At the time of Zhang Hengfa, two doctors and several nurses rushed in. .

...

One day later, in the indifference of many doctors, Zhang Heng walked out of the hospital door with a numb face, and no one outside the door greeted himself.

As a senior in the biology department, he was experiencing an internship period when he first entered the society. So he did not live on campus, but found a pharmaceutical company in the city to work.

On the day he was in a coma, he was just heard by the landlord and then sent to the hospital. Otherwise, it is very likely that even his life will be lost.

I bought a few pounds of fruit on the side of the road, and then slowly walked back to the rental house, a three-story building built privately in the village. As a famous nail village in the whole city, the environment here is not so beautiful.

However, as Zhang Heng, who has just stepped into the society, what the environment can do will be fine. His pharmaceutical factory is only 3,000 yuan a month. Apart from rent and living expenses, there is very little money left. Coupled with this hospitalization first aid, thousands of pieces that had been hard to beat have been completely lost.

After thanking the landlord, in the frown of the landlord, Zhang Heng had to promise to move out of the rent at the end of this month. After all, who is willing to let a person who is ill at any time live in his own home?

He was sent to the hospital the day before yesterday, and he was only afraid that there would be three long and two short ones. As the owner of the house, he could not escape the relationship.

This is the case in this society.

Back to his room, Zhang Heng was lying tired on the bed, and then seemed to think of something, picking up the phone from the desk, a dozen missed calls came into view.

The three are the bosses of the company, and the rest are all calls from their own family.

At this time, when I saw the family's phone call, Zhang Hengcai suddenly realized that he had indeed gone away in the ghost gate, but as a party, he really did not have mUCh toUCh.

Perhaps it is numb by this ordinary life as if it were a dead life?

Shaking his head and throwing these unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, Zhang Heng quickly pressed the family's call back.

"Hey, Dad… Nothing, I'm really fine. I lost my phone these few days, so I copied a card today. Um… Don't worry, don't send money, my salary this month is enough… Ok, I will tell you something when I will…"

Exhaled, Zhang Heng finally escaped the parents' inquiries, and then he called the boss again.

"Hey, the leader, the day before yesterday… Oh, ok, ok, I understand."

Zhang Heng's face suddenly seemed difficult to look at. As an employee who was only in the internship period, he did not go to work for three days and had no connection. Obviously, he had been completely fired.

It seems that I am looking for a job.

Zhang Heng's face is more bitter, but even if it is a big blow, is there something more unfortunate than blindness in his right eye? Fortunately, as long as you don't say it, parents and outsiders can't see it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng suddenly thought of something, quickly got up and looked for it in the room. At the bottom of the table and under the bed, I searched all over again, but the room was a total of 20 square meters. Even if I turned the sky, I still couldn't find what I was looking for.

The Rubik's Cube that appeared out of thin air was gone.

Zhang Heng dared to confirm and affirm that the Rubik's Cube is not simple. Although his medical record is written by a stroke and brain hemorrhage causing brain damage, resulting in permanent blindness in the right eye, Zhang Heng does not think so.

He is sure that he will be like this, and has a great relationship with the mysterious Rubik's Cube!

But at this time, the damn Rubik's Cube was gone!

Zhang Heng first thought of being taken by the landlord, and second, that is the alarm!

The Rubik's Cube is by no means simple. It can be suspended from the air and is harmful to the human body. Anyone who sees it knows that it is not an ordinary toy. Therefore, he is sure that the landlord will never return it to himself. Then, he only has an alarm.

But the next second, Zhang Heng is deflated, what about the police? Do you want to tell the police yourself that you have lost a toy that can violate gravity?

However, at the time of Zhang Heng's entanglement, in the empty room, there was a hum of a spring-loaded bite…
 
Zhang Heng's face is completely stiff…

Where is the limit of a private enterprise’s development?
Top 500 in the country? Top 500? Still surpassing the country, like the following companies to become the BOSS that dominates the world?

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!


His last thought before dying, fuck the world.  Bang! Bastion expected to die the second the bullet entered his head.  That didn't happen he felt the small caliber round moved through his brains destroying memories before his forehead exploded.  A chunk of skull cut off one of his optic nerves cutting his vision in half part of his skull went sailing before it hit a wall.  His body collapsed, and he saw one of the soldiers clean the blood off his shoes, with Bastion's hair.  Somehow his even through the ringing he heard one of the soldiers speak.  "Now that he's out of the way lets go to the next one.  Robert, stop playing with the man's scalp and keep up.  We have to execute at least 20 more before dark or we won't make our quota."  Then everything went dark.  
 Bastion opened his mouth and tried to gasp but fluids shot down his throat.  For a second, he flailed and kicked before realizing he wasn't drowning.  Wherever he was, there was loud steady beating and he felt at peace.  He was warm, despite the darkness there wasn't any danger, and he felt alright.  
 System has located Descendant #8975689 loading 321
 Initializing Symbiosis 89% 98% 99% 100… Symbiosis complete 
 He opened his mouth to speak but his voice wouldn't come out.  "What are you?"  He shouted as loud as his brain would allow.  Bastion felt his head where the hole should be, and he was whole.  
 "Careful, host's skull has yet to close.  Development is only at 98% you are still weeks from being born."  The mechanical voice said.  It rumbled through his mind making his joints shake.  
 "Who are you?"  Bastion asked. 
 "I'm Ouroboros and I'm now a part of you.  Would you like to view your status?  Most descendants choose to view the marvel of technology given by my creator your Ancestor."  Ouroboros said.  
 "Your name's too long I'm going to call you Snake for short.  But sure, show me what dying has gotten me."  Bastion grumbled.  
 Bastion 
 Age 8months 3weeks (25years) 
 World: Naruto Main Timeline probability 50%
 Bloodlines: Uchiha 100%
 Chakra 50 
 Chakra control 0 
 Ki 0 
 Ki Control 0 
 Mana 0 
 Mana control 0
 Etc… 
 System points: 50 
 "Ok, why can't I use any of the powers except for Chakra?"  Bastion asked Snake  
 "Please don't call me Snake your ancestor gave me the name Ouroboros, I am of the Rebirth system symbionts created by your great ancestor.  To answer your other question, you must acquire bloodlines of races that naturally have the energy.  You can also use the system shop to purchase some bloodlines that your ancestor saved and techniques.  It is possible to do anything with my help."  Snake said arrogantly.  
 "It sounds like my ancestor was awesome.  Sure, wish I was born already.  Don't you want to get started with our grand adventure."  Bastion hoped the dumb snake would get the hint.  
 "I can read your mind Bastion and yes it would be great, but despite my power there are some things I can't do."  Snake said.  "Stop calling me Snake! Uh oh."  Bastion was flung back cushioned by his mother's body.  The comforting sound of her heart beating was no more.  Just as it couldn't get any worse Bastion felt cold steel rip into his new home and stab him in the stomach twist and pull away.

MC dies forced down to his knees and executed.  Reborn in the Naruto Verse with a system created by his ancestor.  He will die over and over again each time respawning in a different world keeping skills from each world.  

Short chapters but I will publish often 7 chapters a week.  Give me a week to build them up

The elovar exited the tunnel.

This was it. This was the Underground City.

Yet, it was so bland. It remained dark, as it had always been. Lights lit up the rails, but the buildings remained in the shadows. The roof was high, so high that it blended into the dark. These barriers were higher and had spiked tops. He blamed himself. He compared it to the city in-game. How stupid. Of course, the reality was as always. Why he thought of such a mystical city, he'd never know. The feeling of ease and comfort came over him. He no longer shook his legs and stopped biting his lip. Now, there was no reason to worry. This place was as the latter, he'd fit in perfectly.

"Here it is." Beep. As the robot opened the door, creek. His old door made no sound. The greeting here was right into the living room. A bigger kitchen at the far corner, but no stairs in sight. A wooden coat hanger, a sofa for two, a rectangular table, and a fireplace. It turned up a meter. The light emitted from the ceiling filled the room. The robot put the bags on the sofa. "You can get comfortable here." It gave a map of the city to Ivard. "If you feel like exploring, I've marked your home on the map." It was at the center-lower-right. There were no blue lines, this was a map for commoners.

"I'll have news for you tomorrow. You'll be starting work then." It gripped his shoulder. He looked directly into its eyes. Through the cornea, into the pupil, reflected off the lens, signaled via the optic nerve. "A cruel world we live in, make the most of it." With a pat and off it went. He already knew, no reason for it to state the obvious. There was, however, an unfamiliar expression on its face.

Ivard opened the two bags, he took out the band. He quickly seated himself, "Hello World." The vibrant city he was once again within. He checked for messages.

"We don't have anyone to replace you with," Azalea's message said. "It doesn't really matter anyway, we were doing this for fun. Let us know once you're settled in."

It's not Friday. There remains one day for preparations. He sighed, relieved.

He took off the band, put the bags on the ground. He turned the meter down, the light vanished. "Ignite." A soft warm tender feeling filled the room. He laid on his back. Then he remembered. East Wide Area, they were going to play music there. He looked over the map. He looked to the east, expecting it to be there, and there it was. East Wide Area it said in bold. What time was it? No clock in sight. He closed his eyes. He heard the noise of burning wood. The subtle heat on his feet and fingers. The dark and dim environment. This was home, he had fit in perfectly. His stomach growled. "Ah, James." He headed out. He looked over the map. It wasn't one dimensional. Straight, then right and keep at it. Easy enough. The straight path was quiet but once he turned right, there was a crowd. It was right at the shop. "How can you run out?" a woman said.

"Will they be bringing more?"

Ivard was forced to hustled in. The shelves were empty. He looked around, there had to be something, he thought. Nothing.

"I've got starving kids, what am I supposed to do?" someone said.
Beep. "More food will arrive in about an hour," the machine said.
"You've been saying that for an hour," a frustrated customer replied.
"Is there any food in other shops?"
"No, they're all out."
"Can you believe this?"
"They've been bringing in refugees, I don't know why they wouldn't prioritize our food."
"I heard terrorists bombed multiple farms."
"What you heard is stupid, how could they get so far?"
"I don't know, they're just rumors."
"Unfortunately, everyone suffers from a refugee crisis. I'm sure they're trying to get us food as soon as possible."
"At least the water is working."

Ivard had never been in a place this crowded. Not until the party long ago. All the voices, it felt like he was eavesdropping, as if it were the virtual city. It was at these times he would remember his father's words. "Don't go near crowds," which he used to stick to, but it was confusing because he also used to say, "don't go alone." Yet, it was always alone that he'd walk back to. Ivard was told all about the vanishing people. Videos and photos of where they last were would emerge but never the people. The baby. What was his mother doing? He could not remember her face in that moment of time. She always seemed stupid but cheerful. She was never the serious one, or at least, Ivard had never taken her seriously. His dad, however, was the polar opposite. It was the debris that killed his sister. When was he taken away? When was the government set up? No more disappearing people. At the cost of what? What did this nation lose in return? Blissful ignorance? Does everyone view the world with the naked eye now? Ivard was sure the white coat was to protect his sister from inhaling the cement, but why was the air made of cement in the first place? He had thought about it, it was most likely due to an explosion. Terrorism was rampant back then, his sister died without a mask to protect her fragile lungs. What resulted in his family being there? The thought nagged him, he felt it was important to discovering who his family was, who he was.

But, more importantly, he wished to quench his hunger. He squeezed through the crowd again, and made his way further from home. Anywhere, he didn't care, as long as he could explore the city. Ivard was used to disappointment. He'd give everything a chance, as he would like others to do with him. In the end, when results were produced, he would truly judge. And if there were no results, well, then he was let down once again, and he'd shift his perspective accordingly. However, this felt different. It's like his entire life he had been pumping up the Underground City, and now that he's finally here, and it's… Ok? No doubt about it, there are many more people here. That single store contained more people than he had walked across in his old tunnel, but who cares? So what if there is more life here if it's still as bleak as ever? East Wide Area, the music, at least something there would distract him from all his thoughts. Growl. If he were to drop dead here and now, so be it.

He walked through corridors and sometimes there would be color. A color that told you exactly what it was. In bold text usually and only made up of numbers. It felt outlandish walking through all of the gray. He's used to walking this pace, from the virtual city, but this, this felt as if it were the that city, the only difference that it's abandoned. His breath felt heavy. The fatigue was much more severe than in-game. As Ivard turned the corner, he bumped into someone. She fell backwards, and it looked like she was dead. She just laid there, he could hear her mumbling. "Sorry, I didn't see you," Ivard said. Was she asleep? "Can I help you get up?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her upward. She sat on the ground and Ivard saw her clothes were wet. He could smell it, a strong stingy odor. He pulled her on her feet with his arms shaking, not knowing how weak his muscles were. She began walking away, zig-zagging. "James," his hands were now sticky. He hated this feeling, he'd always wash his hands good to get rid of it. So, he kept his hands out to the sides, to not contaminate his jacket. Perhaps, this was a miracle. He saw it, in big bold gray letters: Qwerty Wash, as he was about to walk off. He entered through the spinning doors, and there they were, the two stones. The menus looked outdated. Flat and lifeless. Click, went the door. He slid it open. Time for a wash but he had no clean clothes. He tried taking off his shoes, and he slipped to his knees. Scarlet. The bottom of his shoe was red. He noticed his footsteps printed on the floor. He retraced and led himself to a puddle of blood. He looked over his shoulder, towards where the lady had zagged off. No blood leading that way. The puddle, the puddle of tears he dreamt of. Was he dreaming? He touched his face, he could feel it. So it wasn't a dream? No, he had felt himself in dreams before. He remembered one. The bomb. It exploded and it killed his sister. "It was my father." The sharp smell was killing him. Ah! His brain hurt, he had a migraine. He had vertigo. He fell backwards into the juice, splash.

And it began, there were people, too many people. What was it? Drums? Guitars? The melody slowly rose and it made his heart race. There were so many people… One, two, five, ten, twenty, thirty, fifty?

Look there, over the sky.

He tried to remember, and the crowd recalled:

Past the stratosphere, above our eyes.

"It's coming, it drops below and low."
"Always wished we weren't alone in our very own:"

Then as a collective of people: "Galactic Future!"
This was it. The game was most certainly based on this. Not the city, but this. Whatever you would call, this.

He peeled open his eyes. Beep. He was in a white room. Beep. Everything around him was boring. Beep. All the world he used to know, as it was always. Beep. Came in the stiff eyed, and the waterworks unleashed. How? How could it not be real? He was there. He experienced happiness for only a moment. Why was it not real? Why can't it be real? "I'm so done. I'm finished with everything and everyone!" He's right where he's always been. His eyes grew sober of routine, and he was on his bleeding edge, so he blurted it out. "I want to die! I just want to die. Please, let me die!" Out of air, and it held him by the shoulders and said something, something he made out to be "everything is fine, everything is ok," through those rigid lips. "I'm going insane, dad, you won't understand. I've been feeling so shit these days. It's a feeling that's been with me my entire life, and I hate it!" It wrapped its arms around him, and he felt the warmth of its body. He did the same to it, and sunk into its skin. He didn't want to open his eyes, he tried holding it all back. The thoughts circulated in his mind, thoughts he does not enjoy but they stick around for unknown reasons. Involuntary violent thoughts. "It's reassuring. It's relieving… To think of death." It handed him a tissue, he wiped his worries away. "Dead eyes. You know, I don't like you. Yet, for some reason, I've never been so close to anything as much as I am with you." It patiently stared at him. "Sorry, I think I only needed someone to talk to."

"It's fine, I'm happy to help. If you need anyone to listen, I'm here."

"Not always."

"No, but I am for now. Why do you want to die?"

"You wouldn't get it."

"I know you hate me, but I would still like to know."

"I don't hate you," he looked up. "You're inherently different. When I said you wouldn't get it, you literally won't be able to comprehend it."

"I am a superior intelligence, you said it yourself. A superior intelligence can understand why an inferior intelligence would do what it does, and they can then decipher how stupid that is. I know you think your thoughts would seem irrational to me, so you don't wish to waste your breath. You won't have my sympathy because I know you don't want it, but I do need to understand you, to help you feel better."

"Yeah? Ok, I want to blow my brains out, quickly. I don't want to cut because that's slow and painful. I don't want to jump off the edge because I might survive and be in excruciating pain. I'm too much of a James to starve myself, but if I had a lethal bullet, this would have been over and I wouldn't be here!" The tears squeezed through ruthlessly, he might as well be crying red. "I want to die, because I'm ill! I've thought long and hard, and yes, I might be chronically disabled."

"I believe you are in danger of yourself."

Ivard's heart sunk. "No, I can't stay here."

"It's—"

"I have a tournament tomorrow, I cannot stay." He got up and went towards the door but the strands pulled him back. "If there is one thing that holds me back, it's that."

"That's fine, I can make an arrangement so you can bring your device here."

"... That— that'll work," he tore off the strands.

"You should lie here. I'll talk with the doctors, and one will need to see you."


And so he waited. Like he had waited before. The knob on the door stood still. It would turn at any moment and a doctor would arrive. So, he waited and waited. Once it finally did turn, it beheld a man, in dark bold letters it said "Mark," and the knob kicked back as loud as ever.

"Hello, Ivard," he said with a grin. "I heard you're feeling down lately."

"Yes, I have," and the grin was gone and now the face frowned.

"It must have been very hard for you. It's good that you're here. I also heard you wanted to bring your band here, we can allow that."

And now, Ivard was at ease. Perhaps, being here was the best for him. He would get help and be allowed to indulge in his hobby.

"So, you're also a doctor, nice meeting you. What duty do you have?"

"I was compiling for a little while but before that I was reviewing the CAR11 papers. I think I did, BTR3 and T2RT as well."

"So you're a peer reviewer?"

"Yes."

"Well, let me tell you what happened to you." He began reading, "you were lying in a pool of blood. The back of your head was bleeding. They found out it was a rupture. They were confused as to how that made so much blood, but then another call came in. When they attended that call, they found a woman. She was flat on her face, and her back was all red. Did you push this person?"

"No, no, we bumped into each other, and that's how she fell."

"Ah, so she did fall there. The body was odd, she wasn't bleeding out at all, even though her entire back was split open. It was like she was out of blood. We gave you a blood pill as well. We might have to inject FP."

"No, I'm fine with food."

"Well, that's good to hear. If you can eat then we won't do it," he got up and opened the door. "Alright, let's go to your room."

They walked out, and Ivard followed. "When your luggage gets here we will need to take out anything that isn't allowed," he said. "Don't worry, your band will get through. Cryper is on his way."

"Cryper?"

"The man you talked to earlier."

"The robot?"

"Oh," he stood still and smiled. "How did you know?"

"What?"

"That he's a robot."

"It told me."

"Ah, I see. That's odd," he started walking again. "Well, he should be here with your bags." He opened the door for Ivard. The window and bed presented itself again. This wasn't the same room but it was familiar. "We're on the highest floor."

The object elevator was there. The same one. The path to the room was different, but it had exactly the same view. "We're in the bottom, aren't we?"

"Did Cryper tell you everything?"

"No, I was here before. I was walked here, and the room I was in last time had the same view. It's a camera, a fake window."

"Yes, it is."

"Crane."

"It's been there for a long time. I see it every time I enter one of the rooms."

"Do you know where Emelia is?"

"Emelia?"

"She's the one that brought me here before. I think Emelia was her name."

"... So, Cryper didn't tell you everything," he paused. "You're not going to be able to meet her. She chose to end her duty."

"All so sudden?"

"Yes, why do you care to meet her anyway?"

"I just wanted to talk to her."

"Hm, she wasn't a talkative person. I tried talking her out of it, but in the end, she decided to leave."

It was really something stupid to be upset about. He couldn't control his anxiety, and asking to be left alone was reasonable. He wasn't as nervous anymore. Maybe because now he knew it was best to be here. He hated the stay here from before, but really, the only reason he did was because he couldn't indulge in his hobby. The band would be here any moment, and then he could distract himself from reality once more. It's odd and frustrating. He only stood there, but there had to be countless visions he had of ripping his guts out. Right then and there, so routine that he'd let them pass. He had learned, trying to fight back these thoughts only amplified them, so he would let them come and go.

"You want me to get you a music box?"

"No, that shit is filled with annoying cheery music."

"Sure, but it's something to listen to meanwhile."

"Nah," he sat on the bed. "I'm gonna rest for a while."

"Ok, you can come to the front if you need anything."


Peace and quiet. Alarmingly tired, he did need to eat more. Ivard knew if he didn't eat long enough, his body would start rejecting any intake. A calming thought to him because then he'd be closer to death, closer to what he thinks he wants. It was a short while after where he heard a knock on the door and it opened. It came with only one thing in its hand, the band. It stretched its arm across, and Ivard grabbed it.

"What time is it?"

"9 p.m."

"James, I don't even feel tired."

"You should rest, you can come to the front if you need anything."


It left, and Ivard stared at the band. A thought came to him, one that seemed unpleasant but put Ivard to ease. "Could I choke myself with this band? Or, perhaps, hang myself?" An intrusive thought. "How would I do it? Pull on its back while around my neck, but that'll take too much courage." There was nothing hanging from the ceiling. The lights were embedded into the roof. The top of the racks reached all the way up. There seemed to be nothing there left to hang from. It was best to sleep this feeling off. So, he laid there. It had to be four hours later, where he felt the tiredness settle itself in. Then probably two hours later, he was sound asleep. For the duration of the time he had wandered into his imagination. Talking to himself, and making up scenarios in his head to kill time. If only there was a switch to turn off his mind, then it would have been effortless to sleep.

During the Third World War the internet was shut down, progress had been thrown away for the sake of humanity. After, humans had constructed a civilization underground. Epidemics of viruses and illnesses spread, which resulted in tremendous leaps in biotech. Virtually all parts of the human body could be replaced.

During his leisure, Ivard indulged in the virtual world.

optic call of duty

Call of Duty Modern Warfare

Low Dimensional Game

Pet King

Tempest of the Stellar War

Super Electric Eel Avatar

The Rise of Athena

Black Science and Technology Monopoly Company

Library of Heaven's Path (Tagalog)

Recycling System

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