Henan had various cities such as Dengfeng, Zhengzhou, Kaifeng, and Luoyang. Many sects and some small-scale organizations had their eyes on Happy, who was ranked thirty-sixth on Rich Rank. As World of Martial Arts Secret News Log became common among the people, an increasing number of people began harboring various thoughts about Happy's money.
But on that day, Happy's value had increased from one thousand taels of silver crumbs to three thousand taels of silver crumbs within a short period of time. 
Every single time anyone asked for a divination, the fee would be equivalent to three normal divinations. If this went on for a longer period of time, the loss suffered would be rather great! Many of the smaller forces of power gave up upon understanding that. 
Only some of the medium-sized and large organizations continued to chase after Happy, because they had invested quite a lot of money already! That was why they all rushed to Luoyang. 
They worked together with the groups who came out from Luoyang to encircle him. Then, they could kill him as easily as taking a breath!
But things were different from what they expected.
As the people charged out of Luoyang, they heard many players spread the news about the blue-robed swordsman, and they instantly became even more excited. 
But when they rushed to the battlefield, all the fighters had already left. Only a large group of onlookers remained to discuss the matter. They chattered among themselves with gusto.
Not too far into the distance was a large group of people in uniform. From first glance, anyone could see that they were strong and built, so they belonged to a rather decent guild or organization.
However, strangely enough, when a man in a coronet told them something, they instantly lost their interest. They split into smaller groups and left in different directions.
"Another group gave up? Ha! Very good!" 
But right when those people said that, a messenger pigeon rushed to them.
The eyes of those people lit up!
The leader caught the messenger pigeon, but he was stunned upon reading the message it carried. The information and coordinates, which he expected to see, were not there. Instead, there were two simple words: [Mission cancelled.]
The groups who had rushed over all received messenger pigeons one after another.
And all of them received the same order. 
Some of them were more detailed, telling them that the diviners insisted that they could not find Happy's location and refused to take any money. They even refused to discuss any topic related to Happy. 
It was not just the diviners of one or two cities who acted this way. All the diviners in all cities acted like that...
Happy vanished from everyone's sight!
*****
Thud!
A pair of oracle bones landed on the eight trigrams chart. One of them faced upwards, and the other downwards. A middle-aged man dressed in a wide long robe swept his gaze over Universe Secrets Inkstone. Just as he expected, it did not react in the slightest. He could not help but frown at that. 
He nimbly picked up the pair of oracle bones that were made of unique material. He placed his palms together and positioned his hands into the Chinese metaphysics hand gesture before he threw the oracle bones on the black trigram chart. A clear sound rang out. There was another thud, and again, one of the bones faced upwards, and the other downwards. 
Two rows of words appeared on Universe Secrets Inkstone. 
[Murderer who killed all over the land!
[The blood he spilled rose to the heavens. The Killer Star has descended on earth, and he has covered the sky and earth from view! The secrets of the universe about him cannot be revealed!]
When he saw the words that appeared on Universe Secrets Inkstone, the middle-aged man became even more solemn. He sucked in a deep breath. "I will do the best I can and will leave the rest to God. I'll leave it alone for now." 
He then put away the oracle bones and the eight trigrams chart, stood up , and headed outside. 
There was a very simple and quiet courtyard outside the door. It was full of from from numerous flowers, trees, and other plants planted there. The clear and elegant sound of a woodwind instrument could be heard from a nearby room, and it was a sound that would make people plunge into their dreams. 
There was a small pavilion in the courtyard. Occasionally, some sounds that did not fit with the scene came from it. 
Thud!
"Darn it! Again!!"
Thud!
"I refuse to believe it!"
Within the pavilion was a girl dressed in a plain white dress. She struggled with an eight trigram chart and oracle bones with a serious look on her face. She threw the horns repeatedly, but every single time, one would face upwards, while the other downwards. It was truly strange.
She bit her bottom lip in a manner that showed she was unwilling to admit defeat and continued to pick the horns up and throw them. She was so stubborn that she was adorable. 
The middle-aged man could not help but laugh. 
"Wind Chimes."
"Master!" Wind Chimes shuddered like a startled deer. She quickly sat straight, stuck out her tongue, and hastily brought out a book to cover the oracle bones and the eight trigrams chart. 
"You're still thinking about hiding it?" the middle-aged man asked in a drawl.
When his voice reached her ears, Wind Chimes looked like a child who had been caught doing something wrong by her teacher. She quickly ducked her head and only revealed half of her neck. It made the middle-aged man speechless.
"Take care of your appearance."
The middle-aged man walked into the pavilion in anger. He picked up the book and cast it a glance. He did not even look at the oracle bones and eight trigrams chart on the table. He shook his head and sighed.
"I already told you that your Comprehension isn't high enough, and your Chinese metaphysics realm isn't high. It's not suitable for you to waste your time on divination and fortune-telling right now. Doing more preparation work will allow you to speed up your progress in the grand scheme of things. Just finish reading your books."
"But…" Wind Chimes looked up to say something, but she met the middle-aged man's calm gaze and stopped. 
"Just learn your things. I might not have earned a lot of money from World of Martial Arts Secret News Log, but it won't be difficult for me to help you get your Comprehension up to one hundred so you can become a master in Chinese metaphysics."
Wind Chimes tucked her head against her chin while pursing her lips. She was touched, but also felt helpless. She spoke softly to argue her case. "But master, your Comprehension isn't high enough yet as well…"
The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Don't worry about that. With this Universe Secrets Inkstone, even if I don't have that title, I will be able to stand tall in the world of martial artists! But you have the rare nine yin blocked pulses in you, and you can't learn any normal martial arts. You can only be successful if a teacher take you in as their student once your Comprehension reaches one hundred. I want to see you be taken in by a famous master so you can learn ultimate techniques and be successful."
The middle-aged man was naturally the legendary Wandering Know-it-all who had appeared out of the blue! 
However, based on his words, it seemed that the eccentric girl in the pavilion had the unique physical constitution of nine yin blocked pulses. If word of this spread out, it would definitely be a major news as well. 
As he spoke, Wandering Know-it-all took away the oracle bones and eight trigrams chart from the table. "Concentrate on your reading."
"Okay."
Wind Chimes did not have great interest in reading. She picked up a book and started skimming through it. Then, she felt as if something had been forcefully stuffed into her mind and a soft voice reciting the lines of the words rose into the air. Those words came from her very own mouth. 
Wandering Know-it-all stood by her side for a little while before he left in relief. 
In truth, studying was not an easy task, especially in games. 
Even though a person could increase their Comprehension if they paid an adequate sum of money to purchase a large amount of books, the higher a person's Comprehension became, the more books were required. 
And while everyone ran about freely in World of Martial Arts that celebrated doing things in a straightforward manner, the person raising conprehension would be stuck reading in a house. While others were getting stronger continuously, that person would remain powerless. The discrepancy was something that normal people would be unable to experience or bear. 
Due to the limitations imposed by nine yin blocked pulses, Wind Chimes did not have any qi in her no matter what sort of martial art she practiced. Even if she was a girl, when this went on for a long time, she would think of deleting her character and creating a new one!
If she had not been noticed by the kind-hearted Wandering Know-it-all when he walked out of a private school while she was leaning against a corner of the wall on her tiptoes to look inside the private school, she might have already appeared in the game in a new form. She would have rather restarted her game instead of continuing to bear with the unique physical constitution that was nine yin blocked pulses and spending an extravagant amount of money to increase her Comprehension at the pace of a snail. 
It was precisely because Wandering Know-it-all had developed a keen eye and supported her by providing her a large amount of money as an investment that Wind Chimes had stopped thinking about deleting her character. Instead, due to the money obtained from World of Martial Arts Secret News Log, her Comprehension had been increasing at lightning speed.
While she was still a little far away from reaching one hundred points, her speed of increasing her Comprehension had become several times faster, and she became very confident. She believed that in a few months' time, she would reach one hundred points and venture out to search for a master and ultimate techniques. 
"In the future, you will have a place for yourself in the world of martial artists!"
When he returned to his room and was about to close the door, Wandering Know-it-all looked at the plain white figure that overlapped with a certain figure in his memories. Nostalgia and resolve appeared in his eyes, and after a few seconds, he shut his door. 


When he returned to the World of Martial Arts, the game was filled with blood and battles! Chen Kaixin had chased after the footsteps of the one emperor, two empresses, three princes, seven dukes, and thirteen aces for three years, but during the eve of the Sword Among Us tournament in Mount Hua, he was ambushed by evil bastards, and was killed so much that his level dropped to that of a newbie. He completely lost the chance to join the ranks of the powerful players in the game! In great disappointment, Kaixin quit the game and got drunk so that he could forget his sadness, but during that stormy night, Chen Kaixin found that he had actually dreamed for a total of three years, because when he woke up again, he woke up to three years ago, when he was still a student. 

"Wu Zhiqi is a water demon! It had caused floods in the 9 regions and brought us suffering!"
Xia Qi exclaimed as he signalled to Wei and the rest of the warriors to tie the 3 leaders up. With a menacing glare, he looked at Fa.
"Fa! I believe your father is being misled…"
"That's right!"
The young man had a pure heart and could not bear to do evil. This was why his father did not let him join in the decision-making process.
Uncontrollably, Fa nodded his head as though Xia Qi was willing to spare his father.
"My father must be misled by the water demons!!"
"Mm, very well!"
Xia Qi smiled, "Therefore… you must prove your loyalty to your people, Fa! Are you willing to lead your warriors to take on the water demon?"
It sounded as though Xia Qi was deluding Fa.
"As long as you can accomplish that, I can not only release your father, I will also ensure that the Xia Tribe will support you in ascending to the appointment of division leader!"
Currently, the leader of the division was nominated by the previous leader and was a cycle by itself.
Of course, in the Xia Tribe, there was already a system where the father would pass down the appointment of leader to his son. Therefore, people already regarded the tribe as Xia Country.
However, among the divisions in Tortoise Mountain, they still chose their leader through nomination by the previous leader.
As soon as the young Fa heard Xia Qi, his eyes glistened.
"Dear noble messenger from Xia, I am willing to assist you in taking down the water demon to prove my loyalty to my people!"
As he knelt down, he gave up the bronze sword in his hands.
"No…"
Zhang wanted to say something, but before he could do so, Fang Yuan quickly went up to them and stuffed a ball of cloth in their mouths, rendering them mute.
"We are willing to follow you, young leader!"
The warriors of Shangzhang Tribe looked at each other. However, seeing that their leader was captured, they followed suit. They knelt down and presented their weapons as a sign of willingness to follow.
"Alright!"
Xia Qi laughed. "This will be the same for Douli Tribe and Lilou Tribe. Yuan! Lead the warriors together with Fa, and let them know our might! If they are willing to surrender, then allow them to follow us!"
"Yes!"
Fang Yuan agreed, and his mind was clear.
Capturing the leaders was just a method to convince the rest of the warriors to follow them.
They were still too weak to face the water demon. Furthermore, these warriors might suddenly go against them if one of their leaders managed to escape. Therefore, they had to move immediately and take down the other two tribes, while sowing discord between these divisions of Tortoise Mountain in the meantime. Afterwards, they could do anything they wanted!
As long as they quickly accomplished this, even if the leaders of the 3 divisions were to escape, they could no longer turn the tables.
Hearing this, Lu and Kang appeared desolate. They made a few mumbling noises but could not speak.
After all, they had already brought along their elite soldiers with them. Their divisions were now defenceless and if they were ambushed, they would surely lose and experience losses.
'This strategy can only be thought of by a dream master from the outside world. These people here are simple-minded and I'm afraid they will have to suffer!'
Xia Qi remained at Shangzhang Tribe to guard beside the few captured leaders, while Fang Yuan started to allocate the manpower he had to prepare for the attack. He silently sighed to himself, "In an instant, an army of 10,000 failed to stop us and instead became our helping hand. We are really in control of everything!'
"Yuan, if we manage to take down the other two divisions, remember to share the loots with Yang Tribe!"
Wei carried a huge bow behind her bag as her eyes glistened with excitement, which made Fang Yuan speechless.
Where was the demure girl as written in the books?
…
The sun rose.
The Shangzhang Division was bustling with activity.
Groups of warriors walked on the streets and their knives were still stained with blood. They carried severed heads by their sides which were proofs of their efforts.
Behind them, women were strung up with grass ropes. There were also meat and jars filled with treasures. These were all the valuables that they had looted.
It was a normal thing in this realm to attack other divisions and kidnap their people, to the point where the kidnapped women would be obedient to their kidnappers as though they were used to it.
"Messenger, this time, we have ambushed Douli and Lilou Divisions. It was a resounding victory and we've killed more than 100 of them, kidnapped over a thousand and reduced their houses to ashes!"
In front of others, Fang Yuan acted normal and reported to Xia Qi respectfully.
"Very well, let's split the rewards with our people, namely the women and the staples!"
The enemy's base was rather empty, whereas the attacking force was made up of elites and was even led by a dream master. There was no such thing as a failed mission and therefore, Xia Qi was decisive. "Also, let those warriors who are submissive join us. Sent messengers out to inform the other divisions in Tortoise Mountain… With this, the smaller divisions would not dare to come! By then, we can activate tens of thousands of people to help out in searching the Hui River and locate Wu Zhiqi!"
"That sounds good!"
Gazing at the satisfied Fa, Fang Yuan felt a little pity for him.
Although this young man had a little power, the only way he could hold on to it was to show his loyalty to the Xia Tribe and would likely have to resort to abusing his authority in order to maintain stability within his tribe.
Of course, all of this was none of his business.
On the spot, Xia Qi initiated the splitting of rewards fairly and everyone was satisfied.
"Yuan, do you think this cloth looks nice on me?"
Wei did not care about the other treasures. She was extremely happy with a few bronze swords and a piece of dyed cloth.
"It's very beautiful!"
Fang Yuan was speechless. Women were similarly vain in any time period and any realm.
"We are still some time away from informing the various divisions to gather their people…"
After splitting the rewards, Fang Yuan went to a straw hut and started to account for his treasures.
He was not interested in the many bottles of medicine. However, he had snatched a basket of oracle bones and ropes from a few temples as he knew these divisions had the inheritances of witches. Now that he observed his loot, there was nothing that he could understand.
"Although it might seem like a huge basket of oracle bones, the information in this basket might not even be as much as a few pieces of paper… This is creepy. If there were carvings on the oracle bones, I might be able to interpret them. However, these knots are hand-tied and I can't understand it at all. It seems like I will have to ask Xia Qi to let me have a few priest disciples to assist me in interpreting these…"
He casually picked up a grey piece of bone. There were a few markings made on it which resembled a human opening up his arms and walking towards the sun.
"This resembles something… Of course, more importantly, there is energy from this realm trapped within the cracks of the oracle bone…"
Fang Yuan ran his finger through the cracks of the tortoise shell and felt an ancient spiritual aura in it.
"The cultivation of witchcraft begins from one's physical body. These recordings are just a trigger to enable one to harness energy from nature to activate the bloodline in these people… From there, their abilities will appear on the physical bodies and they would become more powerful!"
"From how things are, it seems like all of these people in this realm are qualified to become witches. Of course, the people of Jiuli Division are the most suitable… After their defeat in the hands of the Sage, the entire Jiuli Division was wiped out and the survivors were either split from each other and reproduced with other people which diluted their bloodline, or they could still be hiding in the wilderness trying to survive the harsh conditions… If I have the chance, I must take a look at the inheritance of these witches!"
Fang Yuan flipped the oracle bones in the basket. Finally, as he picked up a red oracle bone, the energy in his body started to react.
"This must be the word for 'Fire'!"
Seeing how the engraved symbol resembled a ball of fire, Fang Yuan started to think to himself. "The quality of this body is unsatisfactory. However, with the increase in my magical energy, I am able to detect abnormalities in my blood. This is the foundation of being a witch. It seems like on Yuan's body, there are hints of fire-type witch's bloodline. If I can cultivate it to the peak level, can I become Zhurong, the Fire God?"
Zhurong the Fire God was a god from the South. She was rumoured to have the head of a beast and the body of a human and was covered in red scales. There were fire snakes in her ears and fire dragons beneath her feet.
"Of course, looking at my current cultivation, I believe I am too far off!"
The cracks in this oracle bone only had the spiritual aura of a fire witch and should not be used to generalise other witches.
However, Fang Yuan was a dream master! As long as he could initiate the cultivation and master the basics, he would be able to use his spiritual will to absorb the fire-type elemental energy from the surroundings to supplement his body.
With the supplemented elemental energy, the hint of witch bloodline in him started to strengthen and turn into a golden-red hue, shimmering under the sunlight.
"The bloodline is strengthened!"
After a long while, Fang Yuan stood up and felt that although there were changes to his body, he could not feel the changes.
As he walked to a water vat, he could see the reflection of a young man with big eyes and thick eyebrows. He had a muscular build and gave off a faint red glow.
On the sides of his eyebrows, there were streaks of red in the form of runes, and his eyes glistened as though flames were about to emerge from them.
"It seems like my bloodline and physical body has been strengthened, and I have gained some witchcraft abilities! Of course, my foundations are too powerful to begin with and this small boost from witchcraft should not affect me much…"
He twitched his eyebrows and took a glance at this stats window:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Essence: 48
Spirit: 48
Magic: 60
Profession: Dream Soldier Master
Cultivation: Illusionary Divine (4th Tier), Grandmaster (5th Meridian)
Technique: [Giant Eagle Metal Body Technique (Grade 6) (1%)], [Hundred Poison Golden Body (1st Refining)], [8 Gates Sword Array (5th Sword) (1%)]
Skill: [Medicine (Level 3)], [Botany (Level 5)], [Fiery Eyes (Level 1)]"
A new skill, Fiery Eyes? Could I possibly train it to become the Fiery Golden Eyes?"
Fang Yuan thought for a while as he focused on this new skill of his. With that, he obtained more information about it:
"Fiery Eyes (Level 1): The ability from the bloodline of a Fire Witch. It is able to nullify basic illusionary spells, traps and elemental energy. Currently, at Level 1, you will be able to form fire-type spiritual inscriptions."
"Fire-type spiritual inscriptions…"
He subconsciously felt his red eyebrows. "Are they talking about this?"
He quickly left the house and looked for Xia Qi.
"Eh? How did you start to cultivate in witchcraft so quickly? Is this the red eyebrows Fiery Eyes? It seems like the Zhurong Blood in this body is rather concentrated!"
Xia Qi was a little startled, but he did not mention the downsides of practising witchcraft.
Others would see it as a sin for him to possess witchcraft, but to him, there was nothing wrong with it.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Five days later, the war between the coalition forces and Arbiter Republic changed completely. The Arbiter Republic actually gave up on direct confrontation with the coalition forces. They also withdrew all their fleets, leaving the Arbiter planet exposed to the attacks of the Milky Way Alliance.
In the major planets of the Arbiter Republic, all of the mecha integrated into the city, obviously putting their fates with their countries. Once they seized control of the air, the Arbiter Republic would be heavily attacked by Aslan. Of course, it wasn't possible to attack ordinary cities, because the "justice" of the Milky Way Alliance would disappear. That would become naked aggression, completely violating the ten commandments of the Union Charter. War should not hurt the civilians. 
If they were only relying on ground forces and the Arbiters, this war would be long drawn. That was the rouge tactic by the Arbiters. Of course, that wasn't all. Once they didn't need to defend their planet, the mobility of their fleet would increase. No one was more familiar with their region than them. They wanted to play guerrilla tactics with Aslan and drag it out.
The one who came up with this strategy was the Thorn of Brahma, Ren Yixuan.
The Arbiter Republic might be big and powerful, but it was impossible and unrealistic for one country to defend itself against the Milky Way Alliance. The Arbiters knew that their only survival route was indirect confrontation, rouge tactics, delay tactics, whatever. There would be a chance for a turnaround as long as there was time. 
Unless Aslan really went all out to destroy Arbiter. If not, there would be no winner in this battle.
Of course, that wasn't enough. Determination for war was also dependent on confidence. If Arbiter were continuously defeated, their morale would become low and their ground forces would one day lose confidence in resistance.
In the faraway Oracle Star, everything happening here seemed unrelated to the outside world. It was forgotten by the people outside and the people within it were unable to leave. They could only seek to survive.
In the Holy City, Lear's hands were covered with fresh blood. A pile of bodies was behind him. A dozen Zergs gobbled this rare nourishment happily. His job was to clean up the spies within them. It was no longer important to him if they were members of the Milky Way Alliance. The new way his power grew was a little revolting, but also exciting at the same time.
In times of trouble, surrendering to shackles and proving your personal worth was never empty talk. This was the rule of the jungle. Prey or be preyed upon.
"Boss, a few escaped. Shall I go after them?" Luo Fei joined him. The Zergs were divided into two groups. Those with their heads down were obviously fearful.
"No need." Lear waved his hand and the group of Zergs dispersed into four directions. Sometimes, no mercy would be killing your own escape route. Lear needed to control the tempo.
Luo Fei nodded. "Boss, when can these kinds of days end? I feel like going back."
Lear thought for a while before replying, "There will always be chances. God didn't forsake us, since we didn't die. There will be a time to return. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, the medicine Professor Sharjah gave me is effective…" Luo Fei smiled.
Luo Fei's body trembled violently before he finished his sentence. Ear-piercing cracking of bones filled the air. The blades of his shoulders burst out of his body suddenly, dripping with fresh blood. The faint aura of fear in his body broke out and intensified continuously…
Lear's face turned green. He grabbed Luo Fei and disappeared.
He brought Luo Fei back to the laboratory in no time. Sharjah and his people rushed in and injected large does of genetic suppression fluid into Luo Fei's body. The protruding bones shrank back into Luo Fei's body visibly.
Luo Fei was conscious throughout and had gotten used to it. At first, he vomited a few times upon seeing his disgusting figure. He managed to adapt though - humans really had great adaptive powers… if he could still be considered human.
"Professor Sharjah, what is his problem? Didn't you say he's out of the danger phase? Why is he still so unstable?" Lear's eyes were sheathing.
"Mr. Luo Fei didn't succeed naturally, so his control isn't stable. I think there is no shortcut, he can only continuously adapt. We can guarantee his safety for now," Sharjah said patiently.
Luo Fei's genetic fusion might have been a success, but it wasn't complete like Lear's. He was usually alright, until he got into battles. It was easy for him to lose control then.
Luo Fei endured the pain in his body caused by the suppression. He smiled weakly until the bone spurs finally contracted, leaving only a row of fresh, red scars in his shoulders.
Luo Fei entered the petri dish and gradually fell into a deep slumber. Every time this happened, it also damaged his body. To Sharjah, it was a miracle that Luo Fei was still alive. Of course, that was also because of Lear's powerful summon.
Lear gazed up into the "stars" as he stepped out of the laboratory. The current Oracle Star was a cage. Constantine… only let them live because he was still useful.
Wait… Lear blinked and stared hard at the blinking "stars". They seemed to be getting further away!
The fleet was leaving the Oracle Star?
Lear could almost hear the key turn in the shackles as he looked at the development he had been hoping for. The genes in his body started boiling with passion.
At this time…
Bilro and Sarah were looking at the fleet pulling away from the gravitational pull of the planet from the top of a tall building. They were abandoned. The fleets had left without them and the elders supporting them were out of contact.
They weren't the ones chosen by the Oracle. They were of no more value to the Elders. They finally understood why the Great Elder had not supported any of the so-called Sons of Saint…
Because, from the start, this whole competition was a joke. No, even if they did win, they would only be pushed to the front to die as scapegoats puppet.
They were nothing without the support of the Elders. They even had to watch the rise of Lear the monster. The Holy City was now the devil's lair.
Shock, anger, followed by helplessness. They finally understood where they stood when the Elders left without a word. They even had a hunch about the chaos that could descend on the Oracle Star without the fleet and the Heaven-rank Elders here. 


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.


King Hammond cannot sleep.  His old battle wounds ache.  Given the news quickly spreading throughout the galaxy  it's difficult to imagine these  pains as anything other than a premonition. Rumors of war are hiding like ghosts in the walls of his people's mouths. It is because of the starship.
 
A few moons ago, Hammond's guardsmen spotted the foreign body crashing from the sky. As the rest of the village slept, it pierced the atmosphere and arced downward somewhere beyond the Skulken Forest, landing hard on a far corner of the planet.  Hammond's guardsmen journeyed many days until they found it and the body pinned beneath. Even in the big, white, clunky suit the human's fragile bones had been crushed on impact. The guardsmen removed the fractured bubble helmet from the corpse's face and scowled at the bizarre mamalian features. They inspected the small starship. It's wing was cracked but like a wounded, desperate bird, it could still manage flight. The human must have been a scout.  

Disgusted, the guardsmen left the ship in the dirt and took news of it back to their king. Hammond can still remember the thinly veiled fear in the messenger's voice as he relayed all they had gleaned from their discovery:

"There's something you should know about, my Lord. In the Skulken Forest. It's a felled spacecraft. Of human design. It looks to be equipped for interstellar travel with a faster than light propulsion system. Perhaps fusion powered, perhaps thriving off antimatter. There was a 12,000 ton ball of frozen deuterium in it's core...the system might even be cryonics based...". 

At those words Hammond had almost physically recoiled, overcome with disgust; perturbed both that the humans would dare to infiltrate the sanctity of their atmosphere and their gross overuse of technology. Though, the Tarnanites were vastly capable of and possessed the knowledge for science, for metal, and atoms, and lasers they preferred to rely on the old primordial ways. Hammond was of the firm belief it was what the gods would want. 

 Solemnly,Hammond had relayed the news of the human's encroaching to his people. The people began to talk. The people began to fear. Though he has tried to keep the dissent quiet, Hammond himself has been having the same dream since his men discovered the starship. The blood soaked one. The one where the humans' great white boots tear through Tarnan's purple dirt. Tonight is no exception.

This dream is what wakes him. War is a thing of their past now, but Hammond, The King of The Tarnanites, fears that the past will chase and devour him like a serpent after it's own tail.  The royal amulet that he wears around his neck as king and protector feels heavy on his chest tonight.  
Hammond turns to the question mark of his wife's sleeping body, resting beside him in bed. He has memorized the tribal song of her guttural snoring after so many nights together. 

"Cardiminia," Hammond implores. He grabs her waist and pulls her greedily towards him. 
"Hm?" comes her groggy, yet almost instant reply. She turns her sleep-heavy head , the moonlight skipping across the silver lakes of her eyes. 
"You had the dream again, my love?" she asks.
 "Mm," he grumbles in agreement. "The dream again." 
Cardiminia shifts out of his grasp,turning her body to face his. She props herself up on one elbow. The look in her eyes is barely concealed panic, but the King can't help thinking of how beautiful she is. All curve and give, all soft purple flesh. Even after the passage of so many winters she is as breathtaking as the wide eyed girl he found kneeling beneath the great stone arcs in the holy place of the gods. Back then she was still their untouchable vessel, their Oracle. 

The enchanted garden that once served as the holy prison of that Oracle is no longer enchanted. The spell was broken when the Oracle was destroyed. But in its days of lore, when the King was a reckless urchin, Tarnanites would slough in and fill  the garden to the brim, waiting for their chance to speak to the Oracle. The Oracle would weave them tapestries of fortune, good or ill, from her tongue as the gods poured their words into her. On the day he fell in love with her,  Hammond had come to discover whether he would ever become more than a dirty orphan, or die alone like an abandoned dog in the village dirt. But when their eyes met he saw his future in them in a way he had not expected to.  

Cardiminia lost the vivacity of her seeing power when she fell in love. It could now only be awakened by her true love's touch. It was the curse of a sorceress, jealous of her beauty and foolish enough to believe that a woman's strength could be soiled by a man. But after The Sight dwindled and she became Queen, the nature of Cardiminia's strength became a new and ferocious beast of a different breed. She became the fortifier of the kingdom. The great arteries and veins holding it's heart, The King, in place. Cardiminia had willingly given herself up to be loved. 

Hammond had been a hopeless, fatherless boy who filled his belly with thievery and slept in the pig pins of random farmers, huddled together with the stinking beasts for warmth. He had been an impossible choice for future king when he pushed his way to the front of the crowd at the altar and locked eyes with her. But Cardiminia had the kind of eyes that could make a ruler of an urchin. She had detected in him something as raw as it was worth believing in. Unalarmed, she had felt the Sight go out of her then.  

 "I want you to See for me" Hammond begs her now. The words she had known were coming. The rush of the gods infiltrating her bones, speaking through her, always takes a toll on her body and spirit. Yet she does not push away his fingers when he reaches for the sweetness between her thighs. The soft and wet of her. Her spine relaxed into the comfort of their mattress. 

Her eyes close. His touch is gentle, patient until they both can feel the heat building low in her abdomen. Until her back arches. Her eyes roll like crazed marbles in their sockets. A voice that is not her own comes out of her mouth. Deep and scratching like the kiss of a witch on your cheek. An animalistic almost growl that sends a chill down the King's spine no matter how many times he hears it. In that moment she is not his wife. She is the Oracle. 

"For many moons, thou hath fought. Not bloodshed but peace hath ye wrought. Yet nigh is the hour to cast off thy throne. Age doth ache thine ancient bones. Shouldest thou seek to protect that which ye cherish. Verily, verily thou shalt perish. Another must rise in thy noble stead. Thou must crown his noble head. For thine enemies art swift ,and like the gods, strong. The destruction of thy people shan't be held off long. Arise, arise whilst the hour is young. Crown the warrior likened to thy son". 

The possession passes like a fever. And the King and Queen lie together silent in the darkness for a few moments, trembling for different reasons.  
"Jora," Cardiminia says at last. "You must pronounce him King."  
"No," Hammond replies, firmly, quickly.  
"Why not?"  
"He is not ready."  
"The gods have spoken. They say he is. Do you defy them?"  

Hammond turns to look at his wife in the darkness. Her cheeks are flushed a deep cerulean, she seems on the verge of tears. They care for Jora as the son they never dared produce. The boy is a warrior through and through. He is good of heart and loves his people. But there is something in him that Hammond cannot name. Something clawing to get out. A recklessness. A darkness. He is like an unbroken stallion content to roam the wild woods at his own neck breaking pace. A temper like a lightning strike. Too raw and unpredictable to be king. 

Besides that, there was the issue of how the monarchy had functioned since the dawning of time on Tarnan. If you weren't born into the Crown, you had to challenge for it in a thrall of combat. The Challenge could only end when either the king or the challenger lay dead. Kings who persisted unchallenged ruled until their death. Simply giving away the royal amulet and bestowing the title upon another was unprecedented. Would the people acquiesce? Would they rebel? Jora was well loved and warmly met wherever he went on Tarnan, but would upsetting the delicate balance of tradition and government prove to be something even he could not survive?

"The boy is too wild," Hammond says. 
"You were just the same at 18 winters of age." comes the reply. 
"Thusly,I know he is not ready." 
"You see too much of yourself in him and that makes you hard on him. But.." she stops, her voice trembling. Hammond can tell she is weighing the appropriateness of her thoughts. 
"But what, my love?" he coaxes her. 
"But I have always believed him to be our rokshai".  Stunned into silence, Hammond struggles for a response. 

 In the Holy Scrolls, there is an ancient  legend. It is supposedly written by the gods as all legends are, and promises that each generation would bear an Oracle: the mouth of the gods. The Oracle is always born bearing a white eyeball shaped scar, the mark signifying that their Sight has been opened. The Scrolls withering like abandoned flowers in the ancient castle library also promise a rokshai, a Chosen One, the gods' sword. A warrior hand-selected specifically by the cosmos to rescue the universe from certain damnation. Each rokshai would be born bearing the mark of the gods' wrath: a bright red lightning shaped birthmark. If there had ever truly been such warriors in generations passed, their names and stories had been swallowed up by the ages. It was a comforting tale mothers giggled to their children when they were teaching them to be brave, but no one truly believed it. 

At last Hammond laughs. "Have I really loved a woman for so many moons without knowing her to be as whimsical as she is intelligent?" 
"The gods' words are true. I was once their Oracle. I will always believe them," Cardiminia sighs. 
Then her eyes do fill with tears. They break free streaking down her face and Hammond feels his heart in turn free fall to the pit of his stomach, a bloody sparrow shot out of the sky.  
"Please, " she sobs. "Do what is right. Do whatever you must to save our people,". 

In all their moons together he has never seen her cry. This immovable force of a Tarnanite, with the fierceness of a typhoon, with a heart that burns brighter than thousands of Tarninian suns. 

"Guards!" The King calls without taking his eyes from the woman he loves.  
There is the brief shuffle of activity outside and then the heavy door of their bedchamber swings open and the men who keep watch over them as they sleep appear. Their spears sharp, their eyes bright.  

"What troubles you, my King?" asks the eldest one. 
"Bring me The Champion at once," Hammond replies. 
"It is done," they give a deep bow, and then shuffle away. The room is enveloped in murkey silence until the men return, moments later, bearing the boy like a gift.

Jora hurries to the King's bedside. He is fully dressed for war, the bow and arrow that moves and works like a third arm strapped taut across the vast continent of his broad back. The King feels a surge of pride in his gut despite himself. He knows The Champion would kill to protect him. And he has come ready to do just that. 

"My Queen," Jora says, nodding at Cardiminia. It is more a perfunctory motion of respect than a greeting. His silver eyes are boring into the King, they are wide with fright. 

"Why have you summoned me, My Lord?" he asks dropping down on bended knee at Hammond's side. "What dangers lurk at this unholy hour? I will slay them all." 

It is the eagerness of youth, the King knows. He can't remember being that hungry for action. That desperate to feel the thick of his blade kiss through shoulder bone and tendons.  Of course at Jora's age he'd had yet to touch a sword. Though the juvenile Champion somewhat looks and acts as a child, his hands lie stained with the blood of many men. 

"There are no dangers save for the ones we dream," says the King. Jora's eyes dart from Hammond's face to the Queen's.
 "Forgive me, I don't understand," he pauses, then chuckles. "Am I here to slay a nightmare?" 
"You are here because I have a grave thing to ask of you," 
The Champion's thick, silver brows knit together, dark like storm clouds on his boyish face. "Anything, My King." 
"King, no more," says Hammond quickly. He reaches up and pulls the royal amulet from around his neck, holding it out to the boy. Jora jerks backwards as if he had been threatened with a weapon.  
"What is the meaning of this?" 
"You are to be our king now." 
"Why? Are you sick?" 
"No, I am not sick." 
"Then..." 
"There is a war coming. One only you can fight." 
"The humans," Jora says. A ferocious wave of understanding narrows his eyes. "Then you have," he looks towards Cardiminia. "The Oracle has-" 
"Yes," says Hammond. "The Oracle has spoken." 
Those narrow eyes are trained on the floor now. "I see," 

While Jora's head is bowed Hammond leans forward with the amulet again, pulling it over the tapestry of silver hair. This time Jora does not resist. The young warrior looks down at the jewel as it comes to rest against his collarbone, brushes his fingers over it in amazement .   

"This means more to me than you could ever dream of. I know this is a large responsibility. I won't take it for granted. I will rely on your counsel. I will lead our people into battle. I will protect them. All of them," he says without stopping for breath, the words incessantly bubbling out of him. 

Hammond placates him. "This I know, my boy. Just promise me you won't tell anyone of this yet. It's important that Tarnan hears this from me. After the First Light's Hunt I will call all of my people to the castle and officially pronounce you King. My successor." 

Jora's handsome face darkens for a second with disbelief, then splits into an uncontrollable grin. Hammond puts a hand on his shoulder. "That's if," he says  "you can manage not to destroy anything between now and then. That temper of yours-" 
"This I know...My Lord. I....I will control it...I-" 
"Hear me clearly, these words have no respect for the passage of time, they are meant for the present and the future as well. A king is governed by logic, compassion, and his own innate thirst for justice. Not carelessness and primordial rage. Royalty is the opposite of recklesness. A crown can be stripped away just as quickly as it can be given. The people will not bow to a foolhardy ruler." Hammond warns him. 
"I understand. I understand this fully. I swear it by the gods on their thrones in the cosmos." 
"Swear not by those who hear all, Jora Champion of His People. Lest they find some gruesome way to hold you to your oath." the King says, unable to stop the small smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. 

He takes the boy's face in both of his hands and Jora is paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze. 
"It is my  solemn belief that you will make an excellent king in due time but I am persuaded to be forthright with you. I was reluctant to appoint you this night. In my eyes you are not ready. Prove me wrong. Do not make me regret this choice. I dare not defy the gods, but I want to do what's best for my people. For our people." 

Jora covers the King's hands with his own, bursting with the earnest enthusiasm that makes him as loved as he is respected. "Doubt me not, My Lord. I am ready. I can show you I'm ready. If you give me the chance." 
"You have it," says Hammond. He kisses the Champion's forehead. "Now go, my son. Prepare the men, women, and children for the First Light's Hunt. I will see you shortly  thereafter." 

Jora nods. He stands and bows deeply and is gone. Hammond turns towards his wife. She is watching him closely, an indecipherable message swimming in the pale pools of her eyes like the shadow of a water snake.  

Fearing it would interrupt her connection to the gods Hammond had chosen never to Bind with her. It is only in moments like these when he can't tell what she is thinking that he finds himself regretting that decision. 

"You are not all the way convinced."  Cardiminia muses. It is not a question, and Hammond debates on giving a reply. At last he wraps his arms around her waist again, resting his weary head in the cradle of her neck.

 "I dare not defy the gods," he sighs. Together, they fall into an almost impenetrable sleep, pierced only by the thunderous pounding of fists at their chamber door. Hammond shoots awake, jack knifing upright in bed, his bleary eyes struggling to focus on his surroundings.

 "Come in," he bellows, then when the door opens and the feverish messenger boy appears, bending at the waist, heaving breaths in and out of his  skeletal body the old king demands. 
"Have you gone mad?" 
"Your Majesty," wheezes the messenger boy. "Come quickly, it's Jora. He cannot be stopped."

The unlikeliest hero| The darkest evil|The fate of the universe.

Theisio was less than a hundred miles away from Guderian City. He intended to rush to the city, but the oracle had other thoughts.
The other two oracles remained back in Holy City. If he knew what had just happened was going to happen, Theisio would not have allowed the oracle to tag along.
He felt like slapping himself. If he had not insisted on asking for three days off, the oracle would not have gotten interested in leaving Holy City.
The trip had been awful. The oracle was interested in just about everything they saw and wanted research everything. Theisio had began to suspect if that oracle was simply a mage in disguise.
But then again, mages would not have a temper as bad as the oracle's. After spending some time with them, Theisio was shocked at the true nature of the oracle.
Greedy, lustful, feverish, distrustful, pretentious...
All of the shortcomings mentioned by their god were shown in the oracle. Aren't these oracles beings closest to god? They were only a little over than a hundred miles from Guderian City, but the oracle altered their flight path and took Theisio to the mountains and dove into the cave.
Theisio was almost rendered mad by the oracle's antics. The cave had many twists and turns, leading deep into the ground. He had no idea why the oracle had insisted on going to such depths to search the place. Is there a beautiful female adherent waiting below or something?
The regal, shinning figure of the oracle shimmered, attracting all sorts of bugs and monsters below ground, which attacked them. The oracle killed all of them. Holy Light Shimmer alone proved adequate to overwhelm all beings below level seven. It felt like a scenario where two sides were at war, but one side simply blew at their enemy and won.
"Lord Oracle, may I ask what are you looking for down here?" Theisio was unable to help but ask.
"Something a heretic god left behind, probably shards of divine persona." The oracle answered without bothering to hide anything. Their level was one whole level higher than Theisio's and had far greater power of faith compared to him. They did not fear what Theisio was capable of pulling to go against them.
Divine persona shards!
Theisio was shocked. The oracle continued, "That might not be it, maybe just some god bones or snuffed out seeds of divine fire."
The oracle answered in a natural manner, not even bothering to add other descriptive words like 'heretic god.'
Their advent was not ordained by their god. The Lord of Glory was fighting a war and the gods of other planes had already invaded the kingdom of gods. The three oracles went absent without leave from the battlefield and somehow managed to get summoned by Theisio.
"Lord Oracle!"
"Alright, alright, Theisio. Whatever you're dealing with, it's nothing compared to what's at hand here." The oracle cut Theisio off impatiently. In their eyes, an army of over a million-strong waiting for his orders to launch a full frontal assault was something completely insignificant.
If the oracle was able to find broken divine personas, light up their own divine fire, break through the limit of level 13 and finally devour the shards of divine persona, they would be able to advance to the ranks of demigod.
Myers Mainland is really a nice place. No wonder countless gods back then had tried to conquer the place. There is just so much wealth and so many secrets to be found on the mainland.
"My lord, there is a million-strong army waiting for us!" Theisio had enough. He had been planning the operation solely to lure Saleen out. He had found the weakness of the mage that earned the oracle's attention, the defiler, and that weakness was his loved ones.
"Alright, Theisio. You're afraid that your target is going to run off somewhere else, correct? If we can find whatever is down there, even if he's going to run back to that Metatrin City you speak of, I'd simply go to tear the city down myself," the oracle said without a care. They only gained such confidence after descending to that plane. A level 12 oracle caught in the midst of a war between kingdoms of gods was but a mid-level officer.
Despite having their powers reduced by one whole level after descending to that plane, the oracle still had the rules they controlled with them. No one would be good enough to fight me.
It's best if the Lord of Glory ends up dead. That wretched a** has been assimilating heavens of each planes into his kingdom of gods, trying to fight his enemy to the death. According to the oracle's estimations, even if the Lord of Glory was able to survive, he would have to go into deep sleep. A god who entered deep sleep would not be able to remember who the oracle was.
If the oracle were able to get their hands on the divine persona shards and wiped out the other two, they would be able to do whatever they fancied.
The oracle laughed sheepishly at the thought. Their voice travelled deep into the cave, causing rocks to fall from above from the tremor.
Theisio was exasperated. He was unable to do anything but to take whatever the oracle said seriously. If the oracle is indeed capable of destroying Metatrin City, good for us. We can finally rest easy after that prick is gone.
They went more than a mile deep, and the air was clammy and hot, as well as very dry. The complexity of the cave exceeded designs of some magic labyrinths. The oracle cared little about that due to having left behind many markings along the way. They even created a temporary coordinate at the entrance, allowing them to leave Theisio behind and run away on their own if anything untoward was to happen.
Divine persona shards are not something that one could get their hands on easily after all. The same goes for seeds of divine fire.
The oracle continued to walk forward. They were alerted all of a sudden and stopped.
"Theisio, did you hear anything?"
Theisio listened seriously for a bit and shook his head.
"Hand me your God Grace Staff." The oracle extended their arm.
"No. Only the Lord of Glory has the right to strip me of my scepter. It wouldn't do you any good even if I were to give it to you." Theisio shook his head. The God Grace Staff was an important equipment of his, the most important of the three major godly items of the pope. While the Bramble Crown had formidable defensive properties, it did not have much in the way of attacks. The Seal of Divine Power had been lost for over a millennium. The one he had with him was a fake.
The oracle frowned but did not pressure Theisio. If they killed the pope, the Lord of Glory would be able to sense it. If an oracle were to fall, the Lord of Glory would send a double into the plane.
"Heh, hand me the Seal of Divine Power then. It might be a fake, but it's still something that adherents had been worshipping for over a millennium, so it's still of some use." The oracle extended their hand. Theisio had no choice but to hand over the fake Seal of Divine Power to the oracle. He had no way of refusing. If the oracle were to tell others, he would lose the trust of the adherents even though he was not the one who lost the seal.
At that moment, Theisio's faith began to waver.
Why am I even hiding it in the first place? Why did the previous pope not let the adherents know that the three godly items were no longer a complete set, and therefore no longer able to suppress infidels?
I might have come with the oracle, but why can't I simply head to Guderian City myself? If Saleen reached the city earlier than expected, my army would suffer unusually heavy casualties.
Theisio still remembered in his dream where Saleen swung a bone hammer and beat a terrifying war drum. His army of adherents seem to be like grass at the mercy of a scythe, being slaughtered by all manners of terrifying creatures.
What was more terrifying was that the fear stemmed from reality. If Saleen were to reach the city before he did, the mage would definitely use lethal skills with large area of effect. Would the powerful ones in the army be capable of facing off against Saleen?
Theisio felt bitter looking at the back of the oracle. He had begun to have doubts. While the divine persona of the heretic god was indeed important. If the oracle were to get their hands on the shards, their powers would have been returned to level 12, and it was entirely possible for a level 12 oracle to tear Metatrin City apart.
The oracle held onto the fake Seal of Divine Power and summoned 12 heaven angels to serve as scouts. The three oracles were not carrying any equipment with them when they descended. They were not gods, so they were only able to allow their bodies to traverse the planes. It was not pragmatic for them to bring anything with them, as even their clothes were something created using divine spells.
There was a smell of sulfur before them and several black shadows were seen writhing, crawling out of the depths of the hole in the ground. The shadowy figures were shone on by the light of the oracle, resulting in them shrieking eerily. Their skins began to pee,l and they writhed on the ground, attempting to get near to the oracle.
The oracle wore no expression, finding it surprising that their Holy Light Purification was unable to kill the monsters right away.
The 12 heaven angels went up and swung their swords of glory, killing the monsters in an instant. All the monsters turned to dust.
The oracle did not stop and kept moving forward. If they were able to get their hands on whatever was deep inside the cave, they would have the chance to become a god. Who else is as lucky as I am? I'm an oracle, but when I descended to this plane, the gods knew nothing.
Such a chance would probably not happened even once in millions of years.
Greed is an original sin, the nature of all living beings! The oracle kept moving forward. The 12 heaven angels' steps synchronized with the rhythm of the oracle's steps.
Theisio hesitated for a bit before deciding to follow them as well. While the three oracles were nothing like what he had imagined, they nonetheless allowed huge amounts of professionals within the Holy See to advance and treated his injuries. He would have died of old age otherwise.
Maybe I'm just too foolish to understand the thoughts of God and the oracles.
More and more monsters appeared before them, and the 12 heaven angels began to show signs of strain killing the monsters. Within the codex of the Holy See, all of the monsters were evil creatures, which meant that the damage dealt by the swords of glory would have been greater. But still, it was heaven angels who ended up injured.
Being shined on by holy light, the monsters, which were about half as tall as a human, writhed in agony on the ground on all fours, charging at them without any comprehension of death.
"Disgusting, vile creatures!" The oracle shrieked on instinct. They held the Seal of Divine Power high. The holy light spread miles away, and more shril shrieks were heard from countless branches of the hole they were in.
"Halt, who goes there? Who is your god?" A thick voice was heard from the depths of the cave. The oracle's eyes sparkled hearing the voice. There is indeed someone waiting down there.
Seems like a seed of divine fire instead of shards of divine persona then.
Whatever. Becoming a pseudogod takes precedence. It was only a matter of time finding shards of divine persona on this plane. The war between the Lord of Glory and his enemy gods will at least go on for hundreds of years. I have plenty of time to search.


It is said that the true meaning of a mage is to fully understand the truth of the world. A mage named Saleen Metatrin goes on many missions as a normal mage to try and change his fate. This in turn led to many problems and adventures.  

"Getting distracted again?" Papa Bear mocked, utterly ignorant of the situation behind him. Suddenly, the orc closed his eyes as his body spun, swinging his hammer with him.

Thug!

It seemed like a coincidence, but Papa Bear managed to hit ChinaNumberOne's side. The strong momentum immediately sent the frail body of the Oracle crashing five body units to the left side. 

Players were free to experiment with their executions and movements in War Grounds. The system would then determine the attack's power and triggered hidden effects.  There were even some high ranking players that were strong enough to beat their opponents by just using their basic attacks - Lidar was one of them.

"You're getting ahead of yourself, boy!" The Savage Oracle growled as he transformed back to his fox form, retaining the buff of Healing Claws.

"Now! This is what I've been looking for! Man to, man! Bring it on, doggie!" Papa Bear's body trembled, his HP recovering by small chunks. "Steel Bones!"

'Huh? What is this guy talking about?' ChinaNumberOne was confused as he charged towards the motionless Papa Bear. 

"Haha! Are you sure about this, kid? I may forgive you now if you admit defeat. Your Goblin friend was wise enough to run away. Be like him! Haha! Feel my wrath!" Papa Bear was brimming with confidence as he declared.

"Tsss! This idiot!" The Savage Oracle snickered to himself. "What nonsense are you talking about? Look behind you and tell me again that this is a one vs. one battle! Die!"

"Trickeries won't work on me! You'll regret this!" Papa Bear was convinced that Wrecker had already fled. He did not dare to turn his back as he charged to meet ChinaNumberOne. 

"Die, you noob!" ChinaNumberOne was pissed off this time.

"Stop! We'll need whatever's left of your HP!" SleepNot interfered, jumping in the middle of the two when they were just five body units apart from each other. 

The Savage Oracle immediately halted his steps, showing reasonable control over his body. However, 'to hell with it' was Papa Bear's motto as he continued to charge, not because he wanted to do so, but because he could not get himself to stop. 

"!!!" Wrecker sent a warning in the chat to SleepNot, who was facing the Oracle that time, but it was too late.  

The Demon Assassin was sent flying by the Orc's uncontrolled charge, landing on the Savage Oracle, both of them rolled on the grass of the prairie. It was then that Wrecker's stunned state had ended. Saving himself first, he immediately dropped on the ground, blending with the grass, afraid of being hit again by the hidden assailant (just in time when Papa Bear turned around, convincing him that the Goblin had previously fled).

'Good thing that this Orc has no brains or else I'm good as dead now.' Wrecker sighed. 'Shit! I need to find some potions, or I'll be dead any minute from now! Just where did that arrow come from? I thought that Team B was still far? From that human?' Wrecker stayed vigilant as he crawled his way out from the rampaging Papa Bear. 

[System Alert! The safe zone is now shrinking! Players found outside of the barrier will be immediately killed.]

Al coughed hard upon hearing the battlefield's announcement. This was his first time to hear such brutal punishment. In his past matches, under the same battle type, players would just have to suffer from minimal continuous damages, as they find their way back inside the safe zone. However, he immediately waived the concern as SARS was now in full control of Udil. To be honest, he was more concerned about the bot's capability, especially with the random-fired skill, a while ago - little did he know that the Magic Arrow, perfectly found its spot on Wrecker's forehead. 

...

"I can see them now!" SonOfJustice grinned after SleepNot had lost them in the trail a while ago. 

"Yup, it seems that we don't need to do anything else. They're killing themselves for us. Haha!" The Murloc Swordsman, Alpha giggled. 

"I can only see three players, keep watch of the other two," Fale warned, as an Elf Ranger, she had a hidden passive skill called Eye of the Eagle, allowing her to zoom up to 50 body units. 

...

"Fvck! What are you doing, ChinaNumberOne? Your game is so off! And where the hell is Wrecker?" SleepNot grumbled as he kept on dodging the wild slashes of Papa Bear, unable to find an opening.

"Shit! Shit! They're already here, SleepNot! We're doomed! Where's that, Udil? Well, I'm busy dodging here, how do you think will I find the time to search for that almost-dead Goblin?" The Savage Oracle rapidly retorted. 

"Almost-dead? What the hell are you talking about? Is this Orc that strong? What are his other skills?" SleepNot asked.

"No, it was not this Orc's doing. Aside from his buff skill, he's also got a 2-second stun attack. I'm not sure with his last one, as he seemed to have not used it yet. Don't you have a burst skill there? Kill this stupid orc now!" ChinaNumberOne replied in a hurry. 

"Impossible! I'm sure that the members of Team B were not able to release an attack... or did I miss it? Shit! I don't have a burst skill here, I've only got Stealth, Backstab, and Double-Edged Blade! I can't find an opening because you're not cooperating well! Stay focused! We'll kill this nuisance before the other team arrives!" SleepNot was now in a panic as he instructed.

[First Blood! Wrecker was slain by Udil.]

"It looks like this is gonna be a walk in the park for us, Mr. Zaito." Cloud9, the Elf Swordsman fawned upon hearing the system's announcement.

"Stay focused. Nothing is certain until the system declared us as victors. Keep an eye against that Udil; he's the other missing player. Plus, we're almost near those three. Fale, make sure to greet them with a crowd control skill." Zaito coldly replied to Cloud9, unamused by the other player's behavior, while giving out their stratagem. 

...

Previously, Wrecker, who was in a great panic due to his critical state, frantically searched for the stash of items hidden in the battlefield. He was no longer a noob; so, he's aware of the existence of such things that could aid players, just waiting to be found. 

He circled his way around until he reached the forest part in the southwest area of the map. After, scrounging the field for just three seconds, he luckily found a treasure box. 

'Jackpot! Haha!' Wrecker grinned as he lowered himself to open the box.

Whoosh!

Unluckily, the sound of an arrow was the last thing that Wrecker heard as his screen turned red - the bold red word, DEFEAT, filling his view. 'Shit!' He cursed, but it was no longer audible to the other players, especially to the one standing near his corpse - Udil.

At sixteen, Al Gentrix was a hotshot in any major Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game (MMORPG). The gaming community even labeled him a ‘promising genius’ in Esports. However, at the dawn of War Grounds, the first virtual MMORPG, he vanished. 
 
Two years after the game’s successful launch, the lost genius returned. But will he be able to compete against the established powerhouses in this virtual world?

The Six for a day until they reached a temple that was in the middle of a empty dessert. The Temple had two massive stone snake guardians at the entrance. The Six walked up to the Temple when they did the Snake Guardians came to life and said in a hissy voice " Who dares seek entry to the Temple of the Snake Sorcerers speak now or you will be killed swift and without any mercy!" Ralingar stepped up to the Snake Guardians and said " we are the Six of Legends and we seek entry to your Temple because we are on a Epic Quest to find the Six Dark Ring Fragments of the Ring of Blight. If we do not then the whole world and many others will be recreated in the twisted image of a dark and power mad Demon Lord named Zargorwarth the Demon Lord!" The Snake Guardians did not even have to think this over they let them pass into the Temple and said " when Zargorwarth the Demon Lord comes we will buy you as much time as we can." Kai' la La'gar thanked the Snake Guardian and said " we apparent what you are doing. Thank you." The Snake Guardian replied " the Oracle is being held in the dungeon you must kill the Ren'gar the Dark he is holding a grip over the Dark Ring Fragment that the Oracle is protecting." The Six thanked the Snake Guardian for the advice and walked though the passage that lead into the temple. As they walked though the passage Adam saw that the tunnel was made of snake and human bones. The Six decide not to touch the walls and quickly made there way into the temple. They found themselves in a large room with a large winding staircase that lead upward as they walked up the stairs Nina said " there is something that you all should know about Ren'gar the Dark the Snake Sorcerer." She paused and opened her journal " the oracle was not lying when she said this was to be our most deadly enemy that we have faced so far. The Oracle a part Death Pythor King Snake" Ralingar cringed " you mean a snake that has the same venom that almost killed me?" Nina shook her head and said " no this poison is far worse the Death Pythor King Snake has two long sharp fangs that have a deadly Toxic Nero Venom called The Bite of Death" Nina paused for effect Adam asked " why is this Toxic-Nero Venom called the Bite of Death" Nina replied " well if you get bitten then you became paralyzed as the posion makes its way to your brain it will shut down your heart killing you slowly in a matter of minutes and there is no cure for the Bite of Death" they all agreed not to get bitten. Once they entered the throne room they saw a large iron throne and no roof. Scattered around the room were dead body's of people who have gotten bitten and then Ren'gar ate the flesh off of there body. The Six saw a tall man with purple snake scales for skin and his lower body was a winding Death Pythor body. The Six looked at his upper body and saw that he wore a long purple rob and his face was shaped like a python but he had long sharp fangs and he carried a long purple staff. Ralingar walked up to the snake like person and said " are you Ren'gar the Dark?" the creature replied " yes I am Ren'gar the Dark."  As he licked his lips  and said " I don't get very many travelers up here." As he wove his way around the Six and said slickly " what brings you hero's here . it most be import?" Victor replied " we are here to get the Fifth Dark Ring Fragment of the Ring of Blight." At the mention of the Dark Ring Fragment Ren'gar got dark and grin and said " you may not have it. Your not  going to leave here alive to complte the rest of your quest!" as he extened his fangs and cried out " because today you will die!" Ren'gar lunged at Ralingar. Ralingar jumped to the right just missing bring bit by the fangs of Ren'gar that were dripping with the Bite of Death. Nina looked at the fangs and cried out " do I have to remind you not to get bit!" Adam transformed into his first Transformation and drew Bailfire. Ren'gar then lunged at Adan but with one swift motion Adam sliced off Ren'gar's head. The rest of the group watched as Ren'gar the Darks head fell to the floor and Adam transformed back to his normal form and said to Ralingar " alright Ren'gar is killed now lets go and find that Dark Ring Fragment." They all headed downstairs and then down another flight of stairs until they reached a large black door that was left open. The Six walked into a large empty room where a man was chained to the wall. The man looked up and said weakly " I  know you would came to save me. I am the Oracle of the Snake Guardians."

Five hundred years ago, King Az'artan died on his death bed he and his three sons were told by a Jin'qua that in ten years time a great and unknown evil the likes that the universe of Tyilingariea had never seen will admerge but also six heros of legend will come each from a different universe. A human Kyle Rider, a bounty hunter Kain Riddle, a princess Kai're and a pair of twins Nina and Lucas Silverstar. each will play a role in saving this world as well as every Multiverse in existice in this five book epic

Leaving the city I follow the road until I reached the Undead Dungeon. Even though I had been working on increasing my skills recently I hadn't had any opportunities to use healing magic so going to this Dungeon where I can use heal offensively will help as I go through the Dungeon Floors. I can also practice with healing since having it at higher skill levels increases the amount it heals.
As I go through the guards at the entrance I buy some information about the dungeon from them and they hand me a paper filled with information. This Dungeon was called "The Undead Cavern" since it was full of undead. The church was the first to find it and when reported to the lord they had named it based on what type of monster was inside and the layout of the dungeon. With the Dungeon being a large cave with stairs going down each floor they decided on naming it a cavern. The dungeon had 5 floors, each floor had a different undead monster on them. The First Floor of the Dungeon contained Lowest-Class undead Skeletons, The Second Floor of the Dungeon contained the Low-Class undead Zombies, The Third Floor of the Dungeon contained wraiths, The Fourth Floor of the Dungeon had Ghouls while the Fifth Floor of the Dungeon contained the Boss and a group of all of the monsters from each floor.
With the information on the Dungeon contents from the guards, I head into the Dungeon with Presence Detection on. I learned from last time that even if I couldn't feel the presence of the undead I could still feel others in the dungeon, like anyone from the church or other newbie hunters like last time. I'd rather not run into anyone in the dungeon for now.
After following the same steps as last time through the Dungeon I run into more undead skeletons this time so I'm using heal more often. For now, if I can finish them with heal I'd rather do that so I can increase the skill level as fast as I could.
Every time an undead skeleton would run at me I could hear it coming near with its bones hitting the dungeon floor so none of them could run up on me without me noticing. With the skeletons being nothing other than bones I could hear them if I focused my hearing so I used that to hunt them down instead. After killing a couple of skeletons and getting the notifications for their deaths I make sure to put the ashes that they turned into in my inventory with the others and move further into the Dungeon's First Floor looking for the stairs down. 
While passing through the Dungeon I can sense some people but I make sure to avoid them since you never know who could be in a Dungeon. Newbie Hunters, or the people from the church. It could even be other adventurers but for now, I just want to hunt alone. 
Every now and then I would run into skeletons that are alone or in groups but they all fall pretty quickly since they aren't that difficult to deal with, they don't have a lot of intelligence so I can just lead them closer and hit them with heal. I continue to use this method to increase my heal skill while searching for the dungeon floor stairs.
[Through continuous use the skill "Heal" has leveled up]
After about an hour the skill levels up to level 3 and as a result it is stronger than before. The range increased as well, although I don't have to touch the target anymore they still have to be within 2 feet of me so I'm basically within arms reach anyways. Now I can just spam the undead while running past them with heal until it levels up again. 
With another hour of looking for the Dungeon stairs leading to the lower floor, I decided to try to go to that one place I've been avoiding this entire time. The group of people that have been sitting in place for the past 2 hours. Although they have been sitting there they still had people on the lookout so it may be some adventurers.
While walking towards the only group of presences that I can feel on this floor I begin to hear the group of people talking to themselves. From what I can hear they sound like they are from that church of light that I've been hearing a lot of lately. Even if they were from the church of light I still decided to approach them cautiously ready to run or fight just in case something goes wrong.
"Are you sure that the oracle said someone other than us was supposed to be in the Dungeon today? None of the adventures come here anymore right?" One of the priest looking people says to the person in the middle of the group.
A majority of the group of people that are sitting at the Dungeon's stairs have the attire of a priest while some have a modified priest outfit but they have swords at their waist's. Those are probably paladins or their special knights. The person in the middle looks to be a higher ranked priest since he has a more flashy outfit that screams "look at me". It was a white outfit with golden symbols on it.
Hearing the priests doubt of the oracle the higher ranking priest frowns and says, "You better not let others hear of your doubt, even though I may be lenient and not mind you talking like that the others would excommunicate you for doubting the words of the oracle. Remember, the oracle's words are God's words."
"Yes, si-. Someone's approaching!" 
While listening in to their conversation it seems that one of them noticed me so I make sure to put my sword down so that they don't think that I am hostile. 
'Priests from the Church of Light should be trustworthy right?' While saying that to myself I show myself to the group and speak out to them.
"Hello, are those the stairs that lead down to the Second Floor of the Dungeon?" I shout to the group with enough distance between us while pointing towards the stairs.

Bell is a high school student who one day finds that he can cheat at almost anything he could find, a way to cheat would just pop into his head. And so after deciding to test it out, he showed up in the world's first vrmmo, the developers couldn't find out how he was finding all of these cheats despite countless patches and in the end, no matter how many times they banned him he continued to show up with new accounts. This started the legend of one person who can cheat at literally anything. But what would happen if one day he wakes up to a mysterious message on his computer?

Author's Notes: This is a rewrite of my novel under the same name. I plan to be rewriting it from the beginning but not everything will change. Join the discord to talk about the chapters or to be able to read ahead.
https://discord.gg/ZpN66j7

Release Schedule: 4 chapters a week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday.

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