Guy dropped in the dungeon wakes up at the 1st floor
My novel follows a scenario script format
works that I won't be visiting
bleach 
dbz
one piece, 
( don't know much about the three worlds ) 
( don't judge me )
works I will be visiting
nasuverse 
black clover 
fairy tail 
*will update as I go further*
I plan to put at least 50 chaps before hopping to a different world

The next day morning, as Jun walked out of the house with a coffee in his hand, he saw Hyekyo was talking with the production team.
Jun called her out and waved his hand, "Noona!"
After realizing that he's here, Hyekyo left them and walked towards him and asked, "are you ready?"
Jun nodded, "yeah I'm ready. So, are we going to shoot right now?"
Hyekyo looked at him in surprise, "did you forgot that we have yet to sign the contract?"
Jun then pointed the production team with camera equipment standing nearby SBS network Van, "then, why are they here?"
Hyekyo turned her head towards the direction where Jun was pointing to and then replied, "Ah, them. They actually belong to the SBS news channel. It seems a popular actor bought the next building and was moving in today. They were waiting for him, not for us."
Jun got curious, "who is it?"
Hyekyo shrugged, "who knows. Let's get going. After the contract is done, I need to go to our new agency building. Since today is an opening day, I need to be there as head manager."
As they were going to Seoul. he asked, "Noona, yesterday you mentioned that we'll be getting more managers. Did the company hire them yet?"
She shook her head, "nope. Not yet. Actually, I was supposed to recommend a few but before I do that, Chairman has already transferred to the new company. For now, I'll hire a couple of interns as temporary managers. Later, after everything settles down, we'll hire professionals.
An hour later, Taemin woke up from the sleep and went straight to Jun's room to check whether he's back or not from the shooting.
As he unlocked the door, he saw the room is empty, "did he not return yesterday at all? Strange. Advertisement shooting won't be that long though."
Then, as he was about to go to the kitchen to fetch a glass to drink water, Taemin saw a note on the fridge. He took the note and read, "I'm going out to shoot today too. There's food in the third row in the fridge. Reheat them and eat. There are enough servings for everyone. Tell others the same too. See ya."
Meanwhile, at SBS, the production team of the new show started to record and focus on Jun as he takes his seat.
The Producer of the show who sat beside the camera asked, "so, what is the thing that you are looking forward to the new season?"
Jun put his right elbow on the desk while supporting his chin to make a cute expression, "Hmm, first, obviously, the location going to be different. So, I was wondering about it. It would nice if it's near a river. I'm good at fishing, you know. Other than that, I'm mostly curious about the changed format."
The Producer replied, "So, have you ever lived in the countryside?"
Jun nodded, "yes. My mother lives with our grandparents in the countryside. Recently, I spent my Christmas vacation there. It's actually peaceful if you ask me."
"Cut"
As soon as the director said that, the cameras stopped rolling, Hyekyo sat beside Jun and asked, "okay, now we need to know complete details of the project since it's going to be an outdoor show, for example, the location, other cast members, the concept, and everything." 
The producer then replied, " the location of the shooting is at Seocheon County, South Chungcheong Province. The duration of each filming session is 2 days and 1 night. During that time, you have to sleep in the house we provide for the cast in the village.
You will be provided a script but you can choose to follow or not follow the script. And of course, during the tasks, it will be completely off-script.
The prize money is 10 million won per session. So, that's 30 million in total. It totally depends on one's effort to gather the clues and solving them.
As for the cast, it will be the same as the previous season. Yoo jaesuk-nim will continue as the host. Except for Actor Song Kang who has gone for the military and AOE's Yoona who was busy with her concert, everyone is continuing in the second season.
The cast members Comedian Jang Doyeon-ssi; Actress Im Soohyang; Actor Kang Kiyoung; Actress and singer Son Dambi; Comedian Yang Sehyung, and Actor Kim Sangho are confirmed
For the final cast member, we are currently looking for either actor or another idol who will be available. As I informed earlier, the first filming session will be done in the first week of February. For the second and the third one, we'll decide after confirming everyone's dates.
After listening to his explanation, Jun looked at Hyekyo, "what do you think? What about our schedule in February?"
Hyekyo nodded, "yeah, your schedule is clear during that time, although I worry about staying there in the set for the night." Then, she turned her head towards the Producer and asked, "is it necessary to sleep there? Can't he just take rest in hotel in the nearby city and return before the morning?"
The producer replied politely, "I'm sorry but that's the whole theme of the show. To spend 24 hours living the life of a villager. We are going through a more realistic approach like you can only survive using the things available there. We are going to film you all day except during sleep time and edit it to a 3 hours video which will be split into two episodes."
Hyekyo then firmly said, "I'm not talking about just sleeping. The filming will be done in a real location far away in the remote region. I worry about security issues. We will bring our additional security to the location just in case."
The Producer explained, "you don't need to worry about that. We already had talks with the security firms. The security will constantly patrol and will always be ready for anything."
After signing the contract, they left the SBS building. While walking towards the parking lot, Hyekyo asked, "what now. Will you return to the dorm or will you follow me to the agency for the opening?"
Jun thought for a while and replied, "Nah, it's better if I don't come to the opening. I would be pestered by the media until I give an interview there. You go alone. I'll just go around for shopping and then return to the dorm with Sanghun-Hyung."
Meanwhile, at Dongnam street, before the next building of Unlimited's dorm, media gathered around. Soon, two vehicles stopped while the workers are moving the things into the building.
As soon as the actor stepped down, the reporters swarmed around him and started asking questions about his new movie, a new scandal with co-star, why he choose to buy this 5 million dollar building and shifted from Seoul to Incheon city.
The actor and his manager just smiled and began to walk into the compound while the security cleared the way.

A huge fan of Kpop died in an earthquake that occurred at a concert and was transmigrated into an Alternate world that is completely identical to his past world with only one change.
There are no popular groups like BTS, TWICE, EXO, etc... nor do they have agencies like JYP, YG, SM, etc... No existences of the songs but several idols do exist, only in different groups and it's a completely different world with agencies like ZC, Genesis, Signature, etc... and most competitive than his previous world.
Follow Han Sung-Jun, who was transmigrated into a 20-year-old with the same name, a former trainee, as he climbs the ladder of Kpop world with the help of the Kpop system that is installed in him for an unknown reason

The Bono-dong office was not as crowded as before. There were six full-time staff members and seven kids from Anifan. Jungah came to the office on the weekends.
What mattered to Hyunwoo was not the size of the staff. As the lazy employees were dismissed, those who survived were hard-working people.
In particular, Hyunwoo liked the new hire Kunho Chong, a graduate of Video Imaging College, who Jungah had recommended strongly. 
Slender in figure like a woman, Kunho drew pictures very quickly as Jungah said. 
Though he was not good at details, it was not a big deal.
What Hyunwoo really liked about him was his intelligence. 
Kunho not only drew pictures quickly but also understood and handled his job quickly. Though he was hired only a week ago, he was working like an experienced employee.
Jungkyu Pae, who Kyungsu recommended as an expert specializing in drawing pictures, was also excellent. Though he was not as smart as Kunho, Jungkyu looked dependable and he had a calm personality.
"What should I do with this?" asked Kyungsu, pointing to a screen.
Hyunwoo approached him to check the monitor showing the five video productions he had submitted the Talent Broadcasting.
After pondering over it for a moment, Hyunwoo presented a simple solution. 
"Just upload it in Story Mecca, with the title Special," said Hyunwoo.
"Got it."
Kyungsu posted the five productions all at once under the title Special.
"By the way, when are we going to switch the animation Tuti & Angelica to a paid subscription? It's enjoying explosive popularity in its current free format."
"What's the number of visits for the latest episode?"
"2.2 million."
Actually, the number of visits that Hyunwoo checked last night was 2.1 million. It had increased by 100,000 overnight. 
Over 70% of the visits were from overseas, which meant there were more visits from abroad than from Korea. 
Such a drastic increase was possible thanks to the English dubbing. The moment English dubbing was offered for Tuti & Angelica the upward trend of visits from abroad drastically went up. 
Hyunwoo checked the likely profits when Tuti & Angelica was switched to a paid subscription. If at least 10% of the free visits paid, it would mean 200,000 visitors. If Hyunwoo charged 300 won per episode, it would mean 60 million won. When Hyunwoo divided the revenue between Story Mecca and Ani & Funny at the ratio of 4:6, he would rake in 36 million won.
However, Hyunwoo felt the actual income would be far less than that as he was doubtful about the validity of the statistic that typically 10% of the free riders would continue to stay when the free content was switched to a paid subscription.
Hyunwoo thought about the difference between animation and the genre novel. The biggest difference was the reading population. The main readers of the genre novel were teens and adults while those of the animation works were children. 
Another factor that made Hyunwoo seriously lean toward a paid subscription system was the upward trend. The number of visits was going up and up.
"How many episodes do we have in stock right now?" asked Hyunwoo.
"We've got a total of nine episodes ready to go, and there are over 30 episodes we have to put some finishing touches on."
"Well, for the time being, I would like to maintain the current free subscription system."
Hearing at that Kyungsu felt somewhat regretful.
At that moment, Kunho said something surprising, "Wow, this kind of reaction is unexpected."
"What is it?"
"I mean the Special series we just uploaded."
"Is the reaction good enough?"
Hyunwoo and Kyungsu quickly checked out the computer monitor.
The reaction was something disappointing, though. Though the number of visits was big, the reaction was unfavorable, with visitors complaining about the dull content. 
Kyungsu let out a sigh and said, "What the heck is this? We put a great deal of time and energy in it, but the result makes us mope."
But Hyunwoo reacted differently. His eyes were glittering as if he found hope.
"I don't think so. I think I now know," said Hyunwoo. 
"What do you mean?" asked Kyungsu. 
"Jungah was right. It looks like she has a really wonderful discerning eye," said Hyunwoo. 
"What? Are you talking about me now?" asked Jungah.
"Think about this. Why do you feel the children like that low-budget animation?"
"Well, I don't really understand…"
"It's about change. They are stimulated not only by the change in the story but also the change in the display. They will be more and more thrilled as the story is coming to the climax, and now the screens become more colorful all of a sudden, which fans their excitement all the more."
Only then did Kyungsu and Sanggyu nod their heads, saying "Looks like we have to maintain the current format."
"I think we have found one factor that will make hits."
"How can you change the animation videos?"
"Bring in more screen changes than now."
"How?"
Hyunwoo now explained to them in great excitement, "As you know, the current animation puts emphasis on the highlighted one-minute portion of the ten-minute length. In other words, just one change. From now on the whole ten minutes should be full of changes in screen."
"Specifically, how?"
"Why don't you emphasize the psychological changes of the main character?"
What Hyunwoo meant was that every time the main character's psychological change needed attention, it should be intensively highlighted in one to three seconds. For example, when the main character was shy, angry or burst into laughter. 
"Oh, that kind of change will certainly have an effect, but you have to expect a delay in the production period as well as an increase in production costs," said Kyungsu.
"No, you can save the cost and production days," said Hyunwoo.
"Really? How?"
"Well, you don't have to make the change every time the main character's mood changes. If you prepare specific facial expressions in advance, you can just use them like a formula. You don't have to make a new one," said Hyunwoo.
That made sense. For example, assuming the main character's facial expression needs two seconds for a slight change, 30 changes would save them one minute of production time. 
Now, Hyunwoo's voice was full of vigor, suggesting he was confident of success.
In fact, he had no fear of failure.
He suddenly thought about when he initially founded Ani & Funny. He was only concerned with the growth of the Anifan kids, not revenues or profits. 
Though he was in a different situation now, he felt he should not give up his initial intention. 
"Then, I think we should develop the main character's facial expressions in a variety of ways," Kyungsu said.
"Let me tell Myunghun about it. In the meantime, can you work on the script for the new animation? From now on, we will upload various stories simultaneously," said Hyunwoo.
"Alright. Hey, Yujong, can you help me? I've got lots of work to do from now on," said Kyungsu.
"Yes, sir!" answered Yujong spiritedly.
Seeing them elated again, Hyunwoo was buoyant with expectations.
He had dinner with the staff of Ani & Funny that evening. 
It was already nearing 7 pm, and Hyunwoo stood up hurriedly.
"I'm afraid I have to leave now as I have an appointment."
They were all aware of what kind of appointment it was. Today was the day when Korean Broadcasting would air the first installment of the special series KOVE DREAM.
After he came out of the restaurant, Hyunwoo headed for the House of Happiness to watch it with the staff of N&C Korea.
As the dormitory next to the warehouse of N&C Korea was too small, all the staff could not get inside to watch the KOVE special. 
Sungrak and Juhwan, the staff managing the warehouse, were already there waiting for him.
"Welcome, sir."
"Please have a seat here."
The KOVE special was already on air. Hyunwoo watched it over beer with the staff,
The special was produced much better than expected. In particular, they almost got choked up when the portion containing some patriotic content was aired.
The special program was a three-part series, and Korea Broadcasting aired the program at the same time slot for three days.
Those who watched the series showed an enthusiastic reaction.
As soon as the series was over, the internet homepage of Korea Broadcasting was inundated with the feedback and encouragement from those who watched it.
All the staff of N&C Korea yelled for joy.
"Hooray! We'll be making lots of money, from now on, right?"
"I think I'm dreaming now!"
However, it was an empty dream.
Less than one week after Korea Broadcasting aired the special, Seoul Broadcasting aired 'Dream Korea' as if to compete against it.
And the content of Dream Korea slandered the KOVE DREAM special, questioning the validity of KOVE DREAM's argument that it's a coalition of the dream teams of Korea. And it showed the interview of Hyongbok Lee who was the leader of Dream Korea.

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

Hey! I'm your friendly neighborhood author, and since my computer broke writing isn't exactly easy... so I decided to make something that'd be less popular on my phone! Anyways, here are the things you need to know while reading:

Format:

During duels, each turn will end with character dialogue and the symbols/letters of:

[Character1: LifePoint/ Character2: LifePoint]

For example:

"Heh... I end my turn with a face down!"

[Seto Kaiba: 3500/ Yugi Moto: 2000]

Cards will be formatted like this:

[Card Name/ Card Type/ ATK POINTS (if there are any) / DEF POINTS(if there are any)]

Effects will be explained via character dialogue.

All duels in this fanfic will be in separate chapters from the story, so if you don't wanna see them, you really don't have to! I do recommend reading through the major ones though, those will have quite a bit of story to them. Don't worry, I'll put [MAJOR] in duel titles if they are!

Next, please read the basics of the rules so as to gain an understanding of what's going on:
(If you already know the rules, just take note of the following:

Life points in this series will be set to 4000 upon duel start, characters cannot set monsters face down unless they have a flip effect, and this fanfic uses master rule 3.)

Each player gets 5 slots to play their monster cards. Each player gets 5 spell slots to play their spell and trap cards.

There are multiple types of summoning, this series will have:

Normal Summoning - Each person only gets one normal summon per turn, each monster below level 5 can be normal summoned, unless stated otherwise by the card.

Tribute Summoning - Another type of normal summoning, for level 5-12 monster cards. You must sacrifice/send monsters to the graveyard for this type of summon.
(Level 5-6 monsters require one sacrifice, 7-12 require two.)

Special Summoning - There are an infinite amount of special summons in one turn, normally special summons happen due to a spell or trap card effect, but monsters have effects that allow for special summoning too.

Fusion Summoning -  Another type of special summoning. Fusion monsters are contained in the "Extra Deck." You can summon a fusion monster by using a spell or trap that allows you to fuse two or more monsters listed on a fusion monster's card.
(Fusion material/ the monsters you sacrifice to fusion summon are sent to the graveyard unless specifically stated otherwise.)

Players start with 5 cards in hand and draw one card every turn.

Decks can have 40-60 cards.

Those are the bare bones basics, any extra info will be explained in duel chapters and/or in the classroom (story takes place in an academy.)

That's all you need to know! Have a good one!

[PLEASE NOTE THAT I WRITE THIS ON MY PHONE WHEN I AM BORED, RELEASE SCHEDULE INCONSISTENT AND THERE WILL BE SPELLING ERRORS.]

Isaac Fortis died. It wasn't anything brutal, he simply died in his sleep of unknown causes. Isaac was age 16 during the time of his death, and could honestly care less about the very same death.

Why? Because his dream came true! Isaac was offered to isekai by a very benevolent god!

"So, mortal, which world would you like to reincarnate into?"

"The YuGiOh GX world! 15 years before the canon!"

"Hoh?"

Nonetheless, Liu Zilang only dismissed those discussions with a laugh.
Since he had once faced the same opponents, he was well aware of the kind of players he would be meeting in the invitational tournament.
Liu Zilang was not confident that their team would prevail but he knew that those monstrous players were not undefeatable.
Before the invitational tournament in California, Liu Zilang applied for a weeks' leave from the counselor in advance.
Of course, counselors from universities like the University of Jianghai were unauthorized to approve leaves that were relatively long.
However, Liu Zilang had been rather "popular" lately and his university had been promoting multicultural development among students.
Once they heard that he was about to represent Asia in the invitational tournament in California, America, the principal called him in to give him words of encouragement in hopes that he could win honor for their university.
"The University of Jianghai won't drag you down but will forever back you up…"
'Oh, look at how he phrased his sentence…' Liu Zilang was so touched that he almost teared up.
While he successfully applied for his leave, 4AM had settled the tournament visa with help from Tencent.
Furthermore, the matter of Liu Zilang's companions to California had also been settled.
Due to Zhang Xiaotong's studies, she could only watch the tournament from home. With that, Wang Qianqian and Misaka Mikoto became his "cheerleaders".
Two days later, the Asian representatives 4AM, IG, and Se7en gathered at Jianghai's international airport.
"Da, da, da-!"
The moment all three teams met, the players from IG and Se7en were stunned by the players from 4AM who wore slippers.
'Do they think that they're going on a holiday?'
Since everyone bought their flight tickets in bulk, all three teams were on the same flight.
Apart from a small number of tourists on the plane, the three teams somewhat occupied the entire plane.
Before the plane took off, Long Shenjue gave the players a detailed briefing of the tournament format and schedule.
Similar to the Asia Qualifier, the competition would go on for three days.
However, there was a change in the sequence of games. In proper order, it would be squad mode first which was followed by duo and then solo.
Furthermore, there was also a change in the tournament format.
Firstly, the tournament mode had changed from third-person perspective to first-person perspective because players in the western countries were more used to the latter. Hence, the world invitational tournament held in California would go with what the locals were familiar with.
Furthermore, there was also a change in the system in terms of accumulating points.
Points earned from winning chicken dinner had decreased from 500 to 300 while points gained from acquiring kills had reduced from 15 to 10.
Although it looked as if the points for both cases had reduced, in actual fact, it actually indirectly increased the weight of points from kill counts.
Unquestionably, it would increase the number of encounters between players in matches as well as its spectate value.
Needless to say, it was also done to heighten the tournament's intensity.
Other than that, there was an additional rule for the squad and duo matches in the tournament: Players who were killed and eliminated were not allowed to stay to assist their teammates by reporting to them and had to leave the stage.
Consequently, the tournament would undoubtedly become crueler.
One could imagine…
If there were 100 players on the stage, as time passed by, players would eventually get eliminated.
Losers would be asked to leave the stage and it would go on until one squad emerged as the winner.
The chaotic, ruthless, dystopia-like scene… truly got one's dander up!
When everyone heard Long Shenjue explain about the tournament, they began feeling anxious. Liu Zilang was no exception as he subconsciously held his knee cap tightly.
Once Long Shenjue was done briefing them about the tournament schedule and format, he informed them of the participating teams.
Although, 4AM, IG, and Se7en were the winners of the Asia Qualifier, in actual fact, they were not the only Asian teams participating in the tournament. For example, Korean's ACE Club that was sponsored by OGN League managed to secure a spot through another tournament even though they did not play in the Asia Qualifier.
Moreover, there were Southeast Asia's Gold and Taiwan's famous AHQ Club. They had both acquired spots through qualifiers in other continents.
This meant that there were a total of 6 teams representing Asia.
For the other participating teams, the list was as follows.
Oceania: Athletico, Savage, Windfall.
Commonwealth of Independent States: Vega, AVANGAR, Navi.
Europe: Liquid, FaZe, Team Vitality, Gates.
South America: Luminosity, Tempo Storm, Underhood, Knights.
North America: Team Solomid, Cloud9, Ghost Gaming, SKK.
In total, there were 24 teams and 96 players participating in the invitational tournament.
Based on the player distribution, the teams from Europe and America that took up 12 slots had undeniably occupied half the total number of slot. This itself displayed their powerful dominance in the FPS scene.
On top of that, Squad SKK that comprised of FPS "First God" players was giving off enormous pressure to all the other teams.
After Long Shenjue emphasized the key points of the tournament to the players, a flight attendant notified them that the plane was about to take off and asked them to be ready.
Upon hearing her, Liu Zilang was startled.
After hesitating for a while, he stood up to carefully place his backpack in the luggage compartment above him.
At that moment, Li Muqiu who was seated in front of him stood up to put his stuff into the luggage compartment. When he saw Liu Zilang being careful with his belongings, he instantly felt curious.
All of a sudden, he recalled something and realized what was going on.
Thus, Li Muqiu moved his head toward Liu Zilang soundlessly and then whispered, "Did you… bring that?"
When Liu Zilang felt the sudden warmth air on his ear, he was so taken aback that he quivered!
At once, he pushed his back into the luggage compartment and closed it tightly. He then looked at Li Muqiu cautiously. "What do you mean?"
"That thing!"
"What thing?"
"..."
Seeing as Liu Zilang was determined to act dumb about it, Li Muqiu pouted his lips. "Cheh! How stingy! Not like I'll spoil it if you lent it to me."
Right away, Liu Zilang tried to suppress his anger as he replied, "You said the exact same thing a year ago but it took half a month for me to return it to the factory in Germany. Not to mention, the maintenance guy f*cking cried when he saw the keyboard, okay?
"An accident… that was just an accident…"
Embarrassed, Li Muqiu kept quiet.
Around 13 hours later, by the time Liu Zilang and the rest woke up from their sleep, they arrived at California's airport.
Followed by that, all three teams settled down in a hotel with help from the officials.
...


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

"What idea?" The Azure Dragon Squad's leader, Mo Zicong, turned back from the front seat and stared at Deng Hua in shock. 
Lou Cheng had mastered the Tremor Punch, and Lin Que was going to return, which seemed that we were doomed to lose. What other ideas could there be? 
Deng Hua touched his Mohican hair and exhaled. "We can apply for special competition format!" 
"Deng, are you dumb? We don't know how to do formations!" Zhu Tao, a baldy with short stubble, looked at his friend like his friend was an idiot. 
Special competition format meant that the team could claim that they fought in formations, and applied for the permission to have three people enter the ring at one time. The opponent could also use formations to fight, or put in up to six people to use numbers to match formations. 
The Azure Dragon Squad was made up of a collaboration of several martial arts club. Even if they did have formations, the four professional fighters mastered entirely different skills, how could they execute any formations? 
Xu Zheng, who was driving could not hold and started to scold. "Deng, stop thinking about the impossible. Damn, something went into the heads of the Songcheng University team right! Do they have nothing better to do? Why are they in these preliminaries? Now, we have to wait till next year!" 
When they first formed the squad, they were confident. They were sure that they would come out tops in any division or group. Who would know, Songcheng University would come up as a black horse. In addition, Pan Chengyun from Hongluo Martial Arts School had already attained the Professional Ninth Pin level. Jiang Guosheng and Fang Tong, both, could not be overlooked! 
This was completely a "death" team that you would only come by once in a decade. 
Deng Hua had already planned out the details. He smiled and said, "Yes, we don't know how to make formations, but the substitutes of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club are very weak!" 
"Tsk, share more details." Mo Zicong took a deep breath and kind of grasped what Deng Hua was trying to hint at. 
Deng Hua sniggered and said, "We can't beat Lou Cheng's Tremor Punch, and we also can't beat Lin Que who is about to return. But, we can be considered as strong Professional Ninth Pin fighters right, and if we can predict what's going to happen, we wouldn't just fail right? We can probably hold them up for a while. For example, Brother Cong, you can try to fight Lin Que. Wouldn't you be KO-ed within a couple of seconds right? If we intentionally put in the effort to defend, we probably can hold two to three minutes at least?!" 
"I have some confidence in this area you're talking about." Mo Zicong nodded lightly, somewhat understanding what Deng Hua was thinking about. 
Deng Hua looked at baldy senior, Zhu Tao, and chuckled. "Brother Cong will take care of Lin Que. I'll handle Lou Cheng, the rest of Songcheng University team are no-professionals. Maybe not even One-Pin, do you think you can beat the rest of them within a short time?" 
"Many mosquitoes can kill an elephant. I can only say the chances are 50-50." Zhu Tao answered cautiously. 
"That's it, isn't it?" Deng Hua raised his voice. "Wait till you're done with those non-professionals, you can come and join hands with us to attack Lin Que or Lou Cheng. I doubt they've more than a pair of hands and legs. If they get flustered, they'll probably make more mistakes!" 
"Deng is right. If we don't do it this way, we wouldn't even have a 10% chance of winning. We can only hope that Lou Cheng and Lin Que don't perform well, and with the special competition format, we would have at least 50% chance of victory!" Mo Zicong agreed readily. "Let's apply quickly. If we're late, it'll be difficult to get approval." 
Once the special competition format was used, there would be a huge crowd and mess on the ring. One referee was not enough at all, even if there was a competition supervisor, it was also not enough. A specific arrangement was required, so the earlier you applied the higher chances it would be approved. 
Of course, the Azure Dragon Squad themselves had some connections and could persuade the committee to "believe" in their saying of formation play. 
"Great!" Zhu Tao and Xu Zhengqi shouted in agreement together, recovering the lost passion and fighting spirit. 
… 
Yan Zheke closed her laptop and was just about to do laundry when she heard her phone vibrate. 
She picked it up to see and found that it was a call from Cheng. Unknowingly, a smile appeared on her face and she walked back to the balcony and shut the sliding door that separated the balcony from the room. 
"Sorry, the number you are calling is engaged. Please try again later." Yan Zheke's eyes sparkled with mischief and said these words as formally as she could. 
Why would Lou Cheng not be able to recognize his girlfriend's voice? He laughed and said, "Which telephone company would play the recorded message after a few rings?" 
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled. "I've always thought that you're dumb right? So maybe you'll believe when I say such stuff like caller's engaged or something!" 
Her bright tone and liveliness infected Lou Cheng, making his mood better. He gently laughed and said, "I saw the video you posted on the forum..." 
He spoke with tenderness and as Yan Zheke heard his voice, her dimples surfaced again. Bashfully, she said, 
"What're you talking about? How come I don't understand!" 
She decided to upload the video to the forum and not send it to Lou Cheng because she was too shy. She would never tell her boyfriend that she had specially asked her friends, Dirty Tong and the other all, to help him record a video of the match so that he and his fans could see it in advance. 
That would be so embarrassing! 
Of course, if Lou Cheng did not check the forum in the afternoon, she was all prepared not to do any explanation and sent it to him directly. Then she would say, "Quick, praise me!" 
After hearing her pretending not to know what he was referring to, Lou Cheng burst out laughing, his heart warmer than ever. He asked, "What price did you pay to get this?" 
Yan Zheke did not deny any further. She leaned against the window ledge of the living room and said with a small smile, "A meal." 
Then, she said proudly, "I feel that "Lou Cheng's whatever" such IDs would be in high demand soon. So many people registered just now!" 
"Pfft, what're they called?" If it was not because he was using the phone to speak to Yan Zheke, he really wanted to send a lovingly spoilt emoji. 
Yan Zheke pressed her lips together and looked toward the sky. In slightly high-pitched voice, she said, 
"Not telling you!" 
After talking about random stuff for a while, she thought about something important. She took a deep breath and said, 
"Cheng, my mum may be coming over these couple of days..." 
Lou Cheng was shocked. "Mother... I mean auntie, why is auntie coming over on such short notice? " 
About "Mother-in-law", this living species, most men feared them. It was like facing a "Queen Mother". 
"It's all because of Uncle Xie! " Yan Zheke pushed all the blame to Xie Chengzhen. "That day, not only did Xie Tianque see us holding hands, his dad saw us too. We were all not aware. In the end, two days back, when he went to visit my grandpa, he spilled the beans. So, my mum found out. Good thing my brother covered us up. He said that it was because I was trying to shoo away the pesky Xie Tianque, so I asked someone to help..." 
After explaining, she had no more energy to speak. She made a mental note to herself. "Those were words of Cousin, not mine..." 
Luckily, Yan Zheke finished explaining in one breath. Hence Lou Cheng's did not beat too fast. He said carefully, "It's all my fault. I couldn't bear to waste time that I could spend with you... Will your mum really come and make her rounds?" 
Upon hearing her boyfriend's first sentence, Yan Zheke's frown disappeared. With a serious tone, she said, "Believe me! My mum is the kind of person who would do what she says! I suspect she's probably on her way to the airport already!" 
The explanation would not satisfy her intelligent mum! She would not believe! 
"Huu..." Lou Cheng exhaled deeply. With some disappointment and regret, he said, "So, that means we have to keep a distance these few days?" 
Yan Zheke's pearly white teeth bit her lower lip. She thought about it and replied, "It's not that serious. As long as we're careful at a couple of places Iike from the martial arts arena to the class building, from the conference hall to the bridge, the start of the pathway to my dormitory. My mum probably can't follow me all around, right?" 
"Oh yes. During meal times, there're so many cafeterias, so many people, and so many tables. The chance of meeting her is really small." Lou Cheng was rejuvenated and said admirably, "But, how did you narrow down to these three "risky" places?" 
"Just a guess..." Yan Zheke suddenly blushed. She looked demure and beautiful. 
It was because of this matter, Dirty Tong had teased her that her mind was now corrupted and would never be pure again! 
After a couple of exchanges on this topic, she worriedly asked, "Cheng, would you be unhappy? Would you feel that we have to play hide and seek and be secretive about us?" 
Lou Cheng answered sincerely, 
"No. In fact, I feel rather guilty myself. I feel that I'm not good enough yet, and I'm not good enough for you. In fact, I wouldn't have the guts to meet your mum. I don't have much confidence. I'm afraid I wouldn't leave a good impression. If the first impression is no good, it'll be difficult to change it, and it'll be even more challenging to be together in the future..." 
"I've been trying hard to improve myself. Hoping that I'll be good enough eventually. Then, I would meet your parents and give them the first impression that I'm a reliable person, and they could give their daughter to me, with confidence..." 
"Moreover, I know that I've confessed my feelings for you too abruptly. You probably haven't got used to it or accept it fully yet. If there's any pressure, I'm afraid that you'll feel that this relationship is too troublesome, too restrictive. So, there's nothing bad about being a little secretive now..." 
Yan Zheke quietly listened to Lou Cheng's somewhat clumsy words, and thoroughly felt the sincere but somewhat clumsy love. With a warm and fuzzy feeling, her eyes reddened and she said softly, 
"Cheng..." 
Actually, I already like you very much... 
"Hmm?" Lou Cheng asked. 
Yan Zheke bit her lip again and smiled. She said, 
"Nothing just wanted to call your name..." 
About me liking you very much, I'll tell you when the time comes in the future... 
… 
"Mother-in-law is coming to visit..." After he put down the phone, Lou Cheng was still a little distracted. He felt that he needed to do something, but after thinking through, he concluded that not doing anything was probably the best strategy. The more he did, the more room there would be for mistakes, and the higher possibility that he would be found out. 
"Ay, can't believe that though I'm only 19, I can already understand the awe of mother-in-law..." He laughed at himself. He couldn't understand how his high school and middle school classmates, those who started dating early, managed to face the "mother-in-law" pressure, or rather, didn't they meet at all? 
After spending some time to calm down and straighten his thoughts, he refreshed and rechecked the forum. He saw how the Road to the Arena and the Unparalleled Dragon King had led discussion through a train of related topics: "Lou Cheng, himself-Songcheng Martial Arts Club-coach". They started to discuss his master. 
"Old Dragon, you're my most respected human encyclopedia. Do you know the background of Coach Shi of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club?" the Road to the Arena asked curiously. "I asked around before and also searched online, but I just cannot find any relevant information. He has skills from the Ice Sect, he has a last name, plus he seems to possess physical invulnerability, it should be easy to find out about him." 
The Unparalleled Dragon King sent an emoji with a bitter expression. "I had searched before, but like you, I found nothing... Even his name in the list on the preliminaries website is "Coach Shi". I'm even wondering if he's really called Coach Shi! But, to have the last name, Shi and the skills of the Ice Sect, I feel that he must be related to Shi Yuejian of the 'Wuyue Club'. Of course, he could be using a fake last name..." 


Here martial arts are no longer intangible legends. They have been passed on from generation to generation and from century to century. After the confrontation with science and technology, they have completely integrated into modern society and all kinds of martial arts competitions are taking place across the country as superiority among scholars are hard to reach a consensus but not as difficult among martial artists!
Lou Cheng has inherited the lost skills of the greatest martial arts sect. Towards his original dream and the glory in his heart, he advances step by step, becoming the warrior of this modern city and the hero of the era!

Qiao Liang looked at the bowl of hot noodles in his hand and then looked back at the number in the conversation window on his screen: one three… and three zeroes.
"Three thousand yuan?! Does this company belong to a rich lord?!"
Qiao Liang was stunned. The amount of money he was used to earning per video was only about a thousand yuan. From time to time, he was paid 1,500 to 2,000 yuan. However, those videos normally had many requirements, and they were few and far between.
This big client's offering price was three thousand yuan? 
Once he was finished with this job, he would be able to catch fish[1] for at least half a month!
Qiao Liang no longer felt tired. "No problem! What kind of video am I supposed to make? Please brief me." As long as there was money to be earned, he could do anything.
Lu Mingliang sent a document to him, containing the video script that Pei Qian wrote. "Teacher Qiao, this is the script for the video. The only requirement is that you strictly follow this script. Prepare the necessary material. It'll be good if you can show your face, but if you don't, that's fine. You cannot make any changes to this script. That's the only condition; there are no others. Later on, I will send you a few recordings of the game."
Qiao Liang downloaded the document. After reading it, he only had one thought.
Are you playing around with me or messing around with me? I only read this script one time, and I already feel ashamed. How can you expect me to read this out in a video? You're even saying it'll be good if I can show my face?
Are you trying to destroy my reputation? 
On the surface, this is a sponsored partnership; in actual fact, you are ruining my career! 
Qiao Liang replied immediately: "I cannot accept it, I cannot accept it. Please look for someone else. I might be a penniless content creator, but I have my pride!" 
Lu Mingliang was silent for a moment. 
"Four thousand yuan?" 
What the f*ck…?
Qiao Liang suddenly felt distressed.
See how rich this man is; the amount he's adding to his offer is the same as the total amount companies normally offer me… 
Still, it won't be good money to earn.
"Can you let me play your game?" Qiao Liang asked.
Lu Mingliang, "I'm sorry, we are still testing the game, and it's not convenient for us to release it. However, we can provide you with more materials for your video so that you can edit them in."
Qiao Liang was speechless.
Materials for the video and a script… this financial backer was all prepared.
Everything looked very easy. He did not need to think of a synopsis; neither did he have to add special effects to the video. All he had to do was pinch his nose and read the script and then add the recordings of the games. Once he published that, he would earn four thousand yuan.
Everything sounded good, but the only problem was what would come after he published the video. He would probably not just be scolded for doing lousy work for a commission. He would be scolded for doing 'shit work' for a commission! 
Before Qiao Liang thought about how to reply, Lu Mingliang sent over several materials for the video. They were all recordings of Game Designer, the game to be featured in the video. There were no voice-overs in this version.
The video itself would require the content creator to do a voice-over. Of course, they could not have two voices speaking at the same time. That was why Pei Qian requested for Lu Mingliang to take out the voice-overs for the game before sending the recordings over as video material.
Qiao Liang opened the first video. It was running. 
The second video, still running.
The third and fourth… 
They were all running videos! 
The only difference was the details of the rooms. Each time, the character entered different doors, too. Qiao Liang could not tell what the meaning of the game was at all. However, the images were nice. They looked exquisite, and their style was fresh. All in all, it looked like a well-packaged piece of sh*t.
Qiao Liang pondered for a moment and then replied, "Well, may I ask if I can post this video in Trash Games Diss?"
Four thousand yuan was very tempting indeed. It was such a huge amount that Qiao Liang felt he could give up on his own reservations to a certain extent.
Of course, to outrightly feed the audience sh*t would be generating hatred towards him. He could not do that. However, if he could post this under his 'Trash Games Diss' segment, he could salvage the situation. 
Although he would have to read the big client's script for the entire duration of the video and he could not diss the game as he did in his previous videos—as long as he posted this in his 'Trash Games Diss' segment, the audience would think that he was being sarcastic and trying to achieve a comedic effect. 
Then, he would not be hated by his fans! What's more, he would be able to earn more. He would be killing two birds with one stone; how great.
Lu Mingliang quickly replied, "I'm sorry, you cannot." 
Qiao Liang expected this response because many clients did not understand the context behind these words. The moment they heard 'Trash Games Diss', they did not want their games to be associated with it. After all, who wanted their games to be called trash games? 
However, in actual fact, as Qiao Liang saw it; 'Trash Games Diss' was where he could be his authentic self. On the other hand, 'New Recommended Games of the Month' was wholly used as a business tool. 
The number of views that the Trash Games Diss segment got was more than ten times that of New Recommended Games of the Month. Many big clients despised 'Trash Games Diss' because of its name, but they had no idea how influential the segment was.
Thus, Qiao Liang decided to get an example to persuade the big client.
"I understand your worry, but please rest assured. The amount of influence the 'Trash Games Diss' segment has is more than ten times that of New Recommended Games of the Month! I am sure it will be beneficial to your game. 
"You might not believe me. Here, let me give you an example. 
"A few months ago, I dissed a domestically-produced, independent game called The Lonely Desert Road. After I dissed it, the game that nobody knew about became extremely popular. Two weeks ago, it reached more than two hundred thousand in terms of volume of sales!
"That's right, that company was called… please hold on, I'll check." 
He had made so many dissing videos; it was physically impossible to remember a small company that made just one game.
Qiao Liang opened the official games platform and quickly found the game.
He looked at the creator… Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd.
"En?" 
Qiao Liang felt like something was amiss.
What was the name of this big client again? 
He scrolled up in the conversation window.
Wasn't it also called Tengda?! 
Qiao Liang looked at the other games created by this company. There were Ghost General and Ocean Stronghold. He was confounded.
Of course, he had heard of Ghost General and Ocean Stronghold before. However, since he normally focused on standalone games, he did not research much into either of these games; neither did he find out which company created them.
Now, he realized that Tengda created both of them as well! 
The small company which created one independent game a few months ago had completely turned itself into a big client! 
This… there's something wrong with the plot! 
Qiao Liang quickly tried to recall his previous messages but found that it was too late. He could no longer recall them.
Qiao Liang, "…" 
Awkward; so incredibly awkward! 
He quickly tried to salvage the situation. Qiao Liang said, "That's right, it's your company's product! I did not think that I would get the honor of working with your company!
"Since that is the case, your company should know quite well the influence that the 'Trash Games Diss' segment has. If we post the video under this segment, the marketing effect would be very good!" 
Lu Mingliang replied very quickly: "You have worked with our Boss Pei before? That's great! Hold on, I have to ask Boss Pei for his opinion." 
Boss Pei? 
That was probably the name of the boss of Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd.
Could he be… the creator of The Lonely Desert Road? 
En… very likely! 
A few months ago, Tengda was an unknown, small company. The Lonely Desert Road was his first game. Even if the one who created the game was not the boss, he must have been an important partner.
It was most likely Boss Pei! There was a big problem, then.
Boss Pei… would not bear a grudge, would he? After all, I did harshly diss his game back then! 
Qiao Liang began to panic.
[1] This is a Chinese metaphor for loafing on the job.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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"Master! I heard that you are going to be in a movie?" Back to the pet shop, when Wang Qian and Li Kun heard that Zhang Zian had passed the audition and signed a performance contract with the crew, they kept asking questions curiously, even Lu Yiyun could not help but stretch her ears. Whenever there was the slightest news, Lu Yiyun would worry that Zhang Zian would close the pet shop for good. 
"It’s not me, it’s Famous that’s going to be in the movie; I just provide guidance," said Zhang Zian while eating the lunch that he had bought on the way back to the pet shop. Famous was chewing the medium well steak with a glass of dry red wine.
"Providing guidance?" Li Kun was shocked, "Is that a Xian Xia film they are shooting?"
"Nonsense! What Xian Xia film?! It’s an animal film about the police dogs that fight heroically in the border areas." Zhang Zian put down the chopsticks, opened the script sent by Feng Xuan after the contract was signed. "Including their deeds such as crossing through minefields, combating against drug trafficking, smuggling, poaching and other transnational crimes."
This script had just been delivered to him and Zhang Zian did not have time to read it carefully. But as an official member of the crew, even if his responsibility was relatively simple, at least he should find time to read the script, especially taking a closer look at the dog-related scenes so as to see whether the dogs would encounter any danger so he could come up with precautionary measures in advance. Since he would get paid, he must eliminate the potential disasters for the crew. 
Wang Qian looked at the cover of the script. "Oh, the director is Feng Xuan."
"Do you know him?" Zhang Zian put some food into his mouth.
"No, but my dad is a die-hard fan of Feng Xuan, and he watched every anti-war movie that Feng Xuan made." Wang Qian thought for a moment and said, "Can you help me get a signature of Feng Xuan? My dad’s birthday is coming up, and I have no idea what gift I should give him. If possible, could you please get an autographed picture of Feng Xuan for my dad?"
"No problem, a piece of cake." Zhang Zian promised him confidently. "I am now an indispensable figure in the crew. It’s unknown whether the earth will keep spinning without me, but the crew definitely can’t move without me!"
Famous looked up at him, and then continued eating the steak.
"Master, who is the leading actress of this movie? Perhaps one of the beautiful and famous actresses?" Li Kun was very interested in this matter. If the answer was affirmative, he also wanted to get a signature.
Zhang Zian regretfully wiped his mouth. "At the beginning I thought so, but after I read the script I learned that this is a purely male movie. Not to mention, even the dogs are all male!"
Wang Qian asked tentatively, "Master, if there are female dogs selected, what are you going to do?"
"I don’t want to do anything!" Zhang Zian glared at him.
"Oh," replied Wang Qian, who clearly did not believe him. 
"Are there any idols or young hunks in this movie?" Asked Li Kun again.
"Yes!" Zhang Zian replied casually. Pointing to his nose, he said, "You are looking at him!"
"I mean, other than you? Who is the leading actor?"
"Why do you want to know?"
Li Kun's obsession on this issue caused Zhang Zian to be alert, also arousing Richard's interest. When Zhang Zian did not notice, Richard flew down from the bar and stretched its neck to accurately snatch an American grape in his lunchbox. Zhang Zian wanted to stop it, but it was too late, and he could only stare at Richard angrily. 
"Quack! Do you have sexual interests in the young hunks?" It swallowed the grape and stared at Li Kun.
"No!" Li Kun felt ashamed, "My mother is interested in them!"
Zhang Zian turned over the script and said, "The protagonist of this movie is a dog called 'Lightning', which Famous is going to play. And Lin Feng will be the owner of Lightning. I guess he can barely be deemed as the leading actor."
"Lin Feng, although he is not so famous, my mother seems to like this actor. Master, can you also get an autographed photo of him?" Li Kun begged him.
Zhang Zian nodded, but also was deeply worried about the harmony in Li Kun's family.
He finished the rest of the meal quickly and asked, "Didn’t I tell you to take the day off? Why are you here?"
Wang Qian and Li Kun naturally replied, "We have nothing better to do anyway. We will only be playing games if we stay in the dorm."
"Well, Mr. Store Manager," Lu Yiyun whispered, "I would like to ask..."
"Do you also want a signature?" Zhang Zian asked.
"No, I would like to ask...will you have to stay with the crew for a while?" she asked with trepidation. Although she had only been working in the store for a few days, she had already seen many strange customers who put forward all sorts of bizarre questions and harsh demands, making her dumbfounded. When Zhang Zian was in the store, he could easily solve the problems for her. When he was not there, she could ask the customers to wait for him to come back. However, if he was absent from the pet shop for a long time, she really didn’t know how she was going to handle the situations. 
"That’s not the case." Zhang Zian raised the script. "I will only go with the crew whenever I am needed. I won’t be stationed with the crew. Although this is a movie with dogs as the main characters, there are still many scenes involving human actors. Considering their tight schedule, the priority will be given to shoot their scenes."
He continued, "In addition, let me use Famous’s role Lightning as an example. At the beginning of the story, the lead male role played by Lin Feng picked up a puppy and named it Lightning. They played with each other and grew up together, so the puppy was played by another dog. When shooting this part, Famous and I don’t have to be there. No matter how incompetent the crew might be, they don’t need me to direct them on how to play with puppies, right? So as a chief dog trainer, I will have a daily settlement, and be paid based on the days that I spend in the crew."
"Oh." Lu Yiyun was somewhat relieved.
Not everyone knew that, but when shooting a film, the script was not filmed chronologically. The script was divided into different scenes and shot according to the scenes, also considering the actors’ schedules, which was a more efficient and economical way to shoot. Lu Yiyun did not know this, because she had always drawn her comics chronologically from scratch.
Zhang Zian did not need to go with the crew every day, he just needed to be present whenever Famous and the other fully-grown dogs were shooting scenes. Other times he could stay in the pet shop, and occasionally Feng Xuan would solve some problems over the internet or telephone.
Having finished their cleaning work, Wang Qian and Li Kun left the pet shop. Since there were no customers in the afternoon, Lu Yiyun was quietly sitting behind the cashier to concentrate on painting, with her cat Jasmine lying on her lap. Occasionally, Jasmine would timidly glance at Fina across the glass door. Due to Lu Yiyun’s low presence, the shop was particularly quiet. So quiet that Zhang Zian thought that he was the only person in the pet shop. After he had finished his meal, he lay on the recliner and read the script carefully.
With neither a sense of literature nor a good imagination, the script was far less interesting than novels and movies, and he was drowsy reading it. Tired after lunch, Zhang Zian yawned while trying to raise his spirits. 
Since there were no female actresses nor sex scenes in this movie, he just glanced over the dialogue between the humans, only focusing on the scenes played by Famous and other dogs.  
After turning a few pages randomly, his gaze fell on the plot of encountering danger in the wilderness. Although not explicitly stated, the background of Dog Warrior should be near the borders of western China, where the expansive desert, plateau, and unmanned areas provided natural soil for the development of transnational criminal activities. As technology developed, criminals could easily access more advanced equipment and high-tech criminal tools, such as the cell phone signal jammer and the like, which has hurt Zhang Zian before. 
In this scene, a brigade of border police officers were sneak attacked by armed criminals. Although the enemy was repelled, the brigade also suffered heavy losses. Several officers were wounded and could not move. However, communications equipment and vehicles were destroyed by the criminals, leaving the police officers unable to get in touch with the garrison headquarters.
The weather was cold and it was snowing heavily. Lacking supplies, the border police officers were trapped in the no man's land in the desert. The area of no man's land was too large. Even if the headquarters sent an aircraft to search and rescue them, it would be hard to locate them in a short time. If they remained in the extreme conditions, they would definitely die. When the headquarters found them, they may have starved or froze to death.
The border police officers were carrying out the task with Lightning and several other police dogs. In despair, they decided to resort to the police dogs for help. The dogs needed to cross a large, dangerous, no man's land, enduring hunger and thirst, travelling through mined areas, escaping from poachers' bullets, and breaking away from the besiege by ferocious beasts and eventually, head back to the headquarters.
When they arrived at the headquarters, these police dogs were covered with wounds all over their bodies and were dying. They fell on the ground in front of the armed police on duty. From their collars, people found the letters asking for help, along with the location coordinates, written by the border police officers trapped in the desert. 
This was a very touching scene and was the dramatic climax of the movie. The headquarters not only sent helicopters to rescue the trapped officers and soldiers, but also ordered the rescue of these meritorious police dogs at all costs.
Of course, as a movie promoting the mainstream political rhetoric of China, the story came with a standard happy ending. Not only had the trapped officers and soldiers been promptly rescued, but the dogs were also saved. After recovering from their injuries, these dogs would all be commended, their fame spread wildly, and people sent regards to them. They would appear on television, internet, and become the victors who had it all.
Putting aside other questions, Zhang Zian noticed the words "besieged by ferocious beasts." He turned the script back and forth several times without missing out any word, but still couldn’t find the specific description about the beast. Maybe the writer had not figured it out or had deliberately omitted it in the script. 
Ferocious beasts sieging the dogs on the western border… After thinking hard, Zhang Zian could only think of the only kind of beast skilled in sieging.
How to shoot this scene? He couldn't help but whisper to himself.


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

The twelve musicians in the paintings depicted the twelve great masters of the western world.
The three portraits in the forefront were the three kings named after the impressive, and glorious "Bach", "Mozart" and "Beethoven", followed by other gurus like "Chopin", "Haydn" and "Brahms".
In addition to their extraordinary abilities, these big musicians inherited their names from the saints of the Dark Age, who were also in charge of terrifying power and technology.
Because of the countries' confidentiality policies and the masters' wishes, some of their abilities were unknown.
For example, Mr. Haydn, the one who was permanently stationed in the Sacred City, secretly guarded the sheet music considered taboo, Genesis. The last time Genesis was played was forty years ago.
The phenomenal natural catastrophe called Holy White Storm, from the tip of the northern sea, invaded human countries. It had completely flattened half of the land and the population. This was followed by an invasion of beasts which completely destroyed one of the countries. Mr. Haydn had then led the holy choirs to the northern wall, where the power of Genesis took out all the aether within a thousand mile radius, completely defeating it in one swoop.
The power of the irresistible force was beyond any ordinary person's imagination. It got into the fertile plains, turning them into burning lava. Mooen Mountain had been turned into a huge valley by the exhaustive power. With hundreds of millions of tons of water coming in, most of the plains had sunk into the ocean forever.
It was still a wetland. The wealthy city had completely vanished, only leaving skeletons under the sea.
The power was miraculous and could not be controlled by the call of humans. When the power of the weapons was too strong, it did not matter who won or lost, because it lead to extreme loss and tragedy on both sides.
Although there were two musicians who had inherited from Chopin and Brahms on the border of the Anglo Kingdom and the Burgundy Kingdom, they had never fought against each other before.
It was said that in the East, the musicians of the powerful Imperial Nine Musicians were so strong that they could not even control their own power. They could not stay in one place for a long time. Otherwise a disaster would follow known as Armageddon.
A well-deserved icon of the Western musicians named 'King of Black--Bach, permanently lived in the Dark World, opening up the land for mankind. After inheriting the holy name, he never returned to the hinterland of the civilized world.
And the papal of the generation, in the succession of inheriting the name King of Red-- Beethoven simply lived in seclusion in the Sacred City. All educational affairs were given to the Cardinals. Beethoven's mind was devoted to the Guarding the Abyss mission.
As for The King of Yellow--Mozart, he had been missing for many years. No one knew where this genius was.
The twelve portraits represented the twelve giants. But four portraits were still missing, which meant that no one was entitled to those names yet.
Looking at those blank portraits, Ye Qingxuan felt a little bit sad. If that even did not happen, that man would probably be one of them.
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"Your Royal Highness, Mary, I did not expect you to come. I am quite surprised."
In the corner, an old white-haired man saluted the blonde girl in the front of him. The girl nodded back. She had a slender neck and looked dignified with soft beauty.
She wore a blue dress, with her hair in a simple bun behind her ear. She did not look like a girl going to a banquet, but more like a girl walking in the park.
"This is not a formal meeting. Please don't be too serious, Mr. Principal." The girl's voice was very gentle. She looked around with admiration, "I came to handle other matters, but I saw this admission dinner and decided to attend, feeling that many students will be the pillars of the future."
She was almost as old as these students, perhaps even younger, but she seemed superior when she spoke.
"Just a group of children, who knows what they'll do in the future?" The old man shook his head emotionally, "But every time I see them, I always feel that I am getting old." He sighed, "Honestly, I have been a scared three times already by a waiter today. I will go and ask the supervisor whether they recruited a Persian assassin to work in the school. "
"You are exaggerating." Mary could not help but chuckle softly, "But I'd love to see the person who scared the Principal three times."
At this point, the gentle band music gradually stopped. Most of the commotion in the hall had returned to silence, and everyone looked towards this corner, puzzled.
Based on the schedule, it was time for the Principal's speech, but the Principal was not willing to step on stage. He stood in place, not moving and just sipping his champagne.
"Principal, your speech," Sidney whispered to remind him.
"Sorry, I don't feel well today. Let's not have a speech today." He looked at the stunned Sidney. "Maybe you can go up and say a few words?"
Sidney was surprised for a moment. "Maxwell, you initially wanted to..."
"Oh, don't be too rigid. How could you take my random idea seriously? Plus, I hate advising people. What if I say something inappropriate?" Maxwell waved lightly. "Skip it, skip it, let's move on. Did you say that there was a young man here praised by Master Schumann? Let's request a piece. Music please! I like the sound of the piano."
Sidney was speechless. He felt that the school board and himself had been played by this guy once again. It was like watching a strong enemy raise his palm, anticipating him to strike, then watching him gently put his hand down. Although there was no slap, it still made people upset.
But what could he do?
All the people who hated him so much had no way to deal with him because he was Maxwell, the guardian of the blood of Anglo, the ruler of the Royal Music Academy. He had shown off from a young age, never giving anyone respect, nor caring about other's opinions. 
He did whatever he wanted, not afraid of messing up. It was arbitrary chaos, he never cared about consequences too much.
For decades, he firmly occupied the seat in the Parliament and the supreme hegemony of the school, ignoring even the Queen's order. Obviously he was from a noble family, but he had offended almost all of the families, and was even absent from three consecutive roundtable meetings...
Sidney sighed, "Next."
This was the best solution. At least he did not need to worry that there was something wrong with Maxwell's speech. Moreover, this was the committee's special arrangement for Banner.
It was rather better without Maxwell's involvement!
In order to cultivate the younger generation, the Adrian family donated a large sum to the aristocracy committee. Just thinking of it, Sidney's heart felt warmer, his fists clenched. It all depended on Banner now!
Under his expectant eyes, a blonde teen walked onto the stage quietly, standing in front of the piano.
In the public's attention, he slightly bowed. His eyes swept across the whole audience, then sat down silently. His hands settled on the keys, and slowly pressed down.
It was like the sound of broken crystals. Crisp reverberation from the keys resounded in everybody's ears.
Maxwell squinted his eyes and gazed up. He whispered, "Pretty good."
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In the quiet atmosphere, the notes echoed in the air. They rippled in all directions, colliding with each other, resonating in the air.
The gentle sound spread through the banquet hall, filling every inch of space in the big hall, like a soft wind blowing into every corner. The music gradually increased just as the proliferation of silk, intertwining with everybody's breath.
It subtly lingered in everyone's ears. The music became more intense, transforming into a loud echo. Suddenly the notes burst.
The deep piano sound pressed down on everyone's heart, as if a flowing river had suddenly frozen and burst!
This was one of the many marches spread around the continent, but it was the favorite progressive format used by the School of Modifications, different from the fugue format. It could be gentle at the beginning, but the notes must be continuous. Like a gentle veil was thrown, it evolved into a frenzy of brazen bursts.
Only a few people could play a piece so dense. The notes jumped back and forth between each part like an urgent storm, giving people no time to breathe!
What was once soft music now brought strong shocking senses, making it impossible for anyone to gain their footing in the frenzy. Thoughts and feelings were swept away in the waves, distancing themselves.
The last note abruptly ended. The perfect melody slowly disappeared into silence.
In the quiet banquet hall, there was only the candidates' astonished gazes and heavy breaths.
Banner got up silently, bowed, and left the stage.
After a long time, applause erupted like a storm.
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"Well done!" Sidney whispered happily, almost dancing. He readily pulled the young waiter next to him, grabbed the champagne bottle from his hand and slowly poured himself a glass, feeling relieved after finished it.
He wiped the sweat on his forehead, but felt something was wrong. With a puzzled expression, he looked at the waiter next to him, "Have I seen you before?"
Ye Qingxuan slightly shrugged, his white hair hidden in the hat.
Sidney looked away and put the champagne back into Ye's hand. "Do not be lazy, work hard!"
Ye Qingxuan carried the plate away. If the bastard found out he had snuck in, he might ask the attendees to beat him. Then it would be impossible to get some sausages for Old Phil!
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The kitchen was still filled with bangs and clangs. Ye Qingxuan returned, he was pulled to wash the bowls and dishes. Soon, he heard John and several busboys talking about the performance in the banquet hall.
"What an outstanding performance!" The waiter said, "I almost dropped the plate."
"It was shocking!"
"I could not even breathe. I never heard a student play that well."
"What a pity. I was busy at the time." The cook wiped her hands on her apron and looked depressed. "That fat vice principal, the fat man just came to check how the fruit plates were arranged. I didn't know what he was thinking. Otherwise I would have gone and listened to it too."
Ye Qingxuan heard their discussion next to them. Puzzled, he asked, "It's just playing the piano? What was the big deal?"
The cook and John looked at him, shaking their heads and sighing, "Kid, you will understand when you grow up."
The cook ruffled his hair with her greasy hand and sighed, "Us commoners can only listen to the street band's performance and the piano performance in the taverns. If I don't work here, I would have no hope of listening to someone play the piano in my life. What a pity I could not listen to it, you guys!" The cook grumbled with regret, "Well, it was initially my turn to go inside the hall today."
"Actually I can play the piano a little if you want to listen to it..." In front of the sink, Ye Qingxuan tapped the plates with his knuckles. "I can play it for you."


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

Eric lightly placed a clunky typewriter on the desk and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He missed his past extra thin and light notebook. It had been a day since he found out about his extraordinary memory, and after twenty four hours of careful thinking, Eric had drawn a preliminary plan about his future.
 
He deliberately took a day off, strolled most of his day time and bought a secondhand typewriter which happened to be an essential tool to the realization of his plan.
 
After processing Ralph's funeral, Eric had a few hundred dollars of cash left in his hands. Western countries having a good welfare system, it had always been a no savings policy here. (TL: Author has obviously never experienced the US' welfare system, lol.)
Fortunately, the house was his propriety, or else, thanks to his lack of funds to pay for the mortgage, it would have been seized and he would have to sleep on the streets as a result. To buy the typewriter, Eric had to ask Jeff for a month's salary in advance.
 
In order to realize his own dreams, he had to first break into the Hollywood circle. Let's temporarily forget about directing or acting. After much deliberation, the most suitable job he could think of was screenwriter. Although people always said that this Hollywood era's screenwriters had a low standing, it was not actually true. It was just because a lot of the best screenwriters switched to directing and producing, which had become mainstream overseas, like in Hong Kong for example.
 
Placing a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, Eric started typing the following words: Jurassic Park. That's right, the 1990s most profitable film series.
 
In Eric's past life, whether they had bought the pirated copy of Jurassic Park or had watched the movie in theater, they had all experienced the moment when the lifelike dinosaurs appeared on the screen, and the feeling they got then could only be described in one word: Shocking.
 
In his memory, the novel Jurassic Park was published in 1990 and contained about 150 000 words. So Michael Crichton had certainly not started to write it. He would simply shamelessly take the credit for it without worrying about a plagiarism lawsuit.
 
Eric's mouth curved slightly as he recalled the movie's events while pounding on the keyboard. What he was writing was not the Jurassic Park script, but the novel. In the past, after watching the movie, he had bought the book out of curiosity and carefully read it. Now, with his own past memories as well as his new body's, translating his past life's Chinese knowledge into English was child's play.
 
He wouldn't just directly write the script, because if it was given to the film company that way, there was a high chance that it would be treated as trash and thrown away. The number of screenplays that Hollywood studios received each day could basically be weighed in pounds. Also, Eric wanted the film rights of the series to be firmly under his control. If he made it into a script, and one of those film companies took a fancy to it, once they made it into a movie, they would hit the jackpot financially while Eric would maybe get a 100,000$ and a bonus if he was lucky. That kind of business that benefitted everyone but himself, Eric had absolutely no interest in it.
 
However, if he published the novel, the movie and television copyrights would be his, and Eric only needed to wait for the opportunity when the price offered was high enough before racking in the profits.
Immersed in his work, time flew by and night had soon fallen. Eric looked down at his keyboard, only to realize that he had unknowingly been writing for four/five hours in a row as his stomach started growling.
 
Eric stood up and glanced at the thick stack of paper on the desk while he stretched himself. According to his typing speed, the manuscript should be complete in one week of time. He still had to do his waiting job at Jeff's restaurant after all, otherwise, he'd starve.
Going into the kitchen, Eric made himself a simple dinner consisting of rice and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a typical Chinese dish. There was still some cheese bread and peanut butter in the fridge but although he inherited the original guy's memory, his Asian habits were already ingrained.
 
After eating, Eric went to the second floor balcony and leaned against the railing as he gazed at the night around him. The apartment where he lived was a little less than 200 square meters, a two-story house with some random flowers planted in the yard. Eric's father wasn't rich and his personality was sloppy to say the least, so the duo's life had been very rough. In his memory, they had moved seven or eight times from England to Los Angeles. Eric didn't remember why it was so as he was too young, but to be honest, even the current him couldn't make any sense of it. It was better to just forget about it.
 
After moving to Los Angeles, Ralph dragged little Eric to stroll the streets. In just two days, with the help of a real estate broker, they bought the small courtyard that was a complete visual mess. Eric smiled, the concept of "home care" was part of his Asian culture.
 
He stayed on the balcony for a while, and just as he was planning to go back and keep writing Jurassic Park, he suddenly heard a loud sound that seemingly came from glassware hitting the ground. Eric set his sights on the west side of the neighborhood, the Runkle's house. A  40-year-old couple with three children; the eldest son was in university, the daughter at a boarding school and the youngest was only seven years old.
 
That couple might be experiencing a midlife crisis as they quarreled a lot these days. Although Eric had a good relationship with the Runkle family, he did not intend to go there and mediate them, they were people with restraint who wouldn't fight violently. If he hastily ran to the other side and tried to pacify them, that'd only make things awkward.
 
After a few bickerings and the fuzzy sounds of a few appliances breaking, the Runkle's home door was banged open. Charles Runkle, the man of the house, came out wearing a shirt and clutching his messy hair. He turned to the woman at the door and shouted: "Enough, I've had enough! Damn bitch! If I hadn't moved to Los Angeles in order to marry you, I might have become a GM executive. Now look at you, my God!"
 
"Go to hell !" Mrs. Runkle usually always spoke in a soft voice, but this time she sounded particularly loud and sharp: "In the past, so many men were pursuing me, one is now a California congressman, another one is selling petroleum in the Middle East. Petroleum do you hear ?! The profit of a single shipment is more than what you can earn in a 100 years ! The one with regrets is this old lady. Now go sleep at your General Motors, mister "GM executive" !"
 
When Mrs. Runkle finished speaking, she threw a black jacket out and slammed the door.
 
Charlie Runkle picked it up and patted it. He stood up only to see Eric standing on the balcony.
 
"Sorry to disturb you, Eric." Charlie smiled at him.
 
"It's okay, Charlie… Do you want to come in?" Eric said.
 
Charlie shook his head: "… No, thank you, I … I'm going to go to the bar for a bit… and I'll be back in a while when Mary has calmed down."
Charlie then nodded to Eric, started his car and drove away.
 
Eric returned to his room. Remembering the Runkle couple's quarrel scene, an idea flashed in his mind. As he sat at his desk and loaded a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, that idea gradually became clearer.
 
Over the past two days, Eric had been pondering about what his first screenplay should be, and now he had the answer. That play was a perfect fit for him, but ah, as expected, some details needed to be worked on as the time difference had to be taken into account. However, this was not a problem, these minor details wouldn't hinder the script in the slightest.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

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