Gabriella, a poor young woman who has lost her family after their house has been caught with fire, tries to make it all up by chasing her ultimate dream; sewing and designing.

Theodore, a man of his words, and the son of the royal family and the ruler of the Sanal kingdom. Always a frown plastered on his face and never grateful for anything given or happened to him. 

Just one simple incident occurred between these two unfamiliar soulmates, and turned both of their lives up and down.

A childs path to revenge and duty to their country and family.

Come along and find out Henri's secrets and how Henri deals with death, corruption, and betrayal along the way to accomplishing their goal while sewing the seeds of tolerence , forgiveness, hate, and heartbreak.


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Alot of dragons and other mystical beings will be in attendence of this journey.

This is more closely related to westren fantasy but some beings in other realms of influence will pop up here and there..

Eye drawn by me, everything else is just photoshopped off the internet <_< rights to respective stock image owners.

When Bai Yun reached the garden he found his mother sitting there and staring at him coldly. His father was sitting to the side and chuckled when he saw Bai Yun enter.

Xiao Mei-er looked Bai Yun up and down. Bai Yun simply stood there nervously waiting for the verdict.

"Old Hai told us what happened. Is this going to be a regular occurrence?" She asked.

"Nope." Bai Yun replied while furiously shaking his head.

Xiao Mei-er stared at Bai Yun for a long time. After a while, she sighed. The terrifying power that was suffocating Bai Yun disappeared. 

"If you had gotten injured while killing a useless peak qi condensation gangster, I would have disavowed you myself." She said. "At least you are not completely useless. But then again to be this injured while facing a useless gang, if it wasn't because your cultivation is so low, I would have told you to never tell anyone that you are my son."

Bai Yun smiled wryly when he heard his mother. She was truly fierce.

"I just have one question." She continued. "Why did you kill them all?"

"Huh." Bai Yun was confused. What else was he supposed to do wit trash like that?

"Killing them is far too generous." Xiao Mei-er said. "You should have let them suffer for a long time. Instead of killing them, you should have ad old Hai capture them. Then you can first cut off their ba**s and then slowly torture them. I mean there are so many good tortures you could try. You could have skinned then or boiled them alive. You could crush their limbs and hang them up on the street or... ."

For the next five minutes, Xiao Mei-er continued to list various tortures that one could try. By the end, every single person there including Bai Mu was quietly trembling. They all silently decide to never piss off Xiao Mei-er. Ever.

Once she was done, Bai Yun quickly made his escape back to his room. Thankfully his mother allowed him to continue the assassin job. But she made him promise that if he ever came across a similar situation again, he would immediately call old Hai and not try to be a hero. Once he escaped back, he continued his recovery process as well as his alchemy practice.

Soon Bai Yun settled into a rhythm. Every morning he would wake up and spend the whole day practicing alchemy. After sunset, he would pick a mission from the blood moon card, and then go with old Hai to complete it. Most of these missions were to kill the leader of a local gang similar to his first mission. Except that these missions were placed by leaders of other local gangs and thus were more profitable than that. These missions were due to wars between different gangs in the area. Due to them placing a lot of missions like these all the time, most gangs, and gang leaders tend to die quite quickly.

Once he was done with the mission he would come back and sleep. Since he didn't run into similar cases as the first one, he did not lose his cool and battle with a whole gang by himself. This also meant that he did not get even a single injury during any of his missions.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed by. Yesterday Bai Yun had finally saved up enough money to buy two skin sewing pills. 

Skin sewing pills were pills that contained a huge amount of energy suitable for creating the mysterious pattern of the skin necessary to complete the first realm of body transformation, skin sewing. Unlike normal pills, the skin sewing pill would release a special qi brimming with life force that is extremely suitable for skin sewing. And the qi would be released in a slow stream and not all at once. Since during skin sewing one used qi as a thread and needle, it was necessary to have a steady stream of energy and not a single big blob. Otherwise, the energy might dissipate before it could be absorbed.

Usually, a single skin sewing pill had far more than necessary energy to complete a skin sewing. It contained extra energy in case some of the energy of the pill was leaked out during the creation of the mysterious pattern. But the Undying Body needed a tremendous amount of energy to cultivate each skin sewing patch, much greater than any other technique. Thus he needed two. And that was with his god sense ensuring that not even one drop of qi would be lost.

By using two skin sewing pills, Bai Yun finally managed to reach the sixth sewing level. He chose to place the sixth sewing on his left shoulder. Even though it says left shoulder, the truth was that the sewing covered his shoulder, and his left chest and a part of the upper back.

In the past two weeks Bai Yun had also reached am extremely high level in alchemy for someone of his age. In fact, both of his parents were quite surprised by his talent in alchemy. By the end of the two weeks Bai Yun had not only managed to perfectly refine the qi recovery pill that he started out with, he even managed to refine three more pills which were even more difficult at the same time. All of them were nearly devoid of any impurities, unlike the very first pill that Bai Yun had refined.

But the most important thing was Bai Yun's success rate. He had almost perfect control of his strength and any ingredient he had refined once before, he could refine again without any problem. Bai Yun could reach a terrifying success rate of over ninety nine percent. In fact, the last pill he tried to refine was a simple healing pill. He even succeeded the very first time he tried to refine it, though not perfectly, something which was considered impossible without decades of training in the alchemy path.

As a result Bai Mu quickly realized that allowing Bai Yun free run to refine as many pills as he wanted was not a good idea. Given a little bit more time, he would be able to refine all the pills he needed for cultivation himself. Even if he cut off Bai Yun source of money, he could easily refine pills for money. So Bai Mu set the conditions that every pill that he refines had to be turned in to old Hai before he used it. If he was to use anything he made himself, then that was to be made using ingredients he purchased with his own money he won from his assassin job.

But Bai Yun was not too worried about it. The truth was other than alchemy, there were many skills that Bai Yun had extremely high attainments in. In his past life, he was born with a seamless body. The property of a seamless body is that it was extremely close to the heavenly dao. Thus the comprehension that others would take years to even sense, Long Tian could understand in an instant.

As a result, it was extremely easy for him to reach the god step in any dao. In order to reach the god step, one must fully comprehend a heavenly dao. It was easy for Bai Yun and he had reached the god step level of comprehension in multiple dao's in his life. In order to improve in the god step though, one must create their own daos. The seamless body was not of much help in this, but even then his perception and innate talent itself was so high that he still managed to break every record made for cultivation breakthroughs anyway. Due to this, he had reached the god level in a total of ten daos, an unprecedented achievement. But only in the destruction, sword, and space daos did he improve after reaching the god step.

And he had reached the immortal and dao step of comprehension in many more daos. But he was not able to use it at all. Even if he had the high knowledge of the dao, due to his low soul strength, he could not apply them properly.

Even then, if it was just doing the basic things, it would be easy for Bai Yun do them. He had reached the god step in both Blacksmithing as well as Formation daos. If he only needed to make money he could easily work in either of these fields and do things that made others of his age, or even his seniors, look lie toddlers. But due to the low demand for blacksmiths and formation masters compared to alchemists the pay was much less. After all, people needed to use pills almost every day to cultivate, but a weapon once bought could easily be used for years before it needed to be replaced. And the major forces would rather grow their own formation masters, lest the weakness of their clan or sect protecting arrays be known to their enemies.

And after finding out the average pay that these professions would give, Bai Yun finally decided to just work as an assassin. Not only does it have the ability to pay well, it was also a way to train both his assassination technique as well as fighting techniques. His skills grew greater in the past two weeks than in the months prior.

And then today, just as he finished completing the sixth mysterious pattern and was about to start on his alchemy practice for the day, he felt his storage ring vibrate. Bai Yun checked it, only to find out that it was the blood moon card. It was strange for it to contact him on its own. 

When Bai Yun collected it, the backside of the card was glowing. He was surprised by this. A single look was enough for him to tell that there was a message on it. He held the card in his fingers and touched it with his consciousness. The moment he did so, a message played in his ears.

"We have received an emergency request from a group of our inner section assassins. They fell into a hidden place during a training mission. Upon checking, we found that it was a secret abode that restricted entry to qi condensation realm cultivators only. Ths we have issued an uncommon mission to enter the secret abode and rescue the assassins. You can keep everything that you gain from the secret abode for yourself. If you are interested in joining the expedition, come to the address given on the map in the card by midnight tonight."

When he heard this he was excited. Blood moon does not often give missions. There were many ranks to these missions. And this was an uncommon mission, a rather highly ranked one. An uncommon mission meant that he could get both authority ranks as well as contribution points. This wouold help him a lot in his future gorwth. There was no way he was going to miss it.

BAi Yun left the alchemy cauldren there and ran out to buy all the necessary items he would need in order to explore the secret abode. He had heard many stories about people exploring secret abodes and getting supper strong legacies from the people he knew during the grand war. But by the time he learned about secret abodes, he had become far too strong to vist one and get the thrill of exploration. So Bai Yun was definitely looking forward to this rescue missoin.

And soon the sun set. As midnight arrived Bai Yun had old Hai drop him off near the location in the address.

It was time to go exploring.

In the Grand War Long Tian killed the Devil Emperor but died alongside him when he self destructed. 

Billions of years later Long Tian awakens to find that he had reincarnated. All of his friends and all of his enemies had all died. He was alone in an unfamiliar world.

Careful to not make the mistakes of the past, he vows to cultivate and return to the peak of cultivation once again.

But things may not progress as he desires. For as he awakes, so does the darkness.


PS: The first seven chapters are world building, and an explanation of MC reincarnating. The story only starts from chapter eight onward. So please read ten chapters before giving it a grade.
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Winter still felt off. He breathed deeply and could feel his binder protecting him. Surrounding him. It was there.
In the class he once again had to introduce himself. A few of the guys had already seen him, but most of them were new. Winter just introduced himself in kind of the same way as the last time, the boys laughed, and he fit right in. Hiding the discomfort and anxiety that was slowly engulfing him. Did he really seem like a guy? Did he really pass as one? Was it okay for him to be amongst the other guys?
"Hey, Winston wh-" A guy started to say, but quickly got cut off by another one.
"He said he preferred being called Winter. Respect him, man" he said, looking at Winter and winking.
'What was that?' Winter thought as he could feel himself get a bit more out of his head with all of the noise around him, filled with laughing boys.
"Sorry – Hey Winter, what kind of club are you going to join?" The first guy tried to say again. Winter hadn't really thought about clubs, so he just gave a bit of a shrug.
"I don't know, is there a nap-club?" Winter asked as he felt himself smirk a bit. The guy let out a little laugh.
"Nah, but there is a sewing club. Isn't that almost the same thing? Both are equally boring and makes you sleep" He said. Winter chuckled a bit at this.
"How many times do I need to tell you. The sewing club is NOT boring!" The boy that had respected Winter wanting to be called Winter said, a bit offended. Winter was surprised. He didn't think this boy would be a member of a sewing club. He looked tall and muscular and most of all reminded Winter more of a jock than a sewing person. However, Winter also knew that not everything was as it seemed and couldn't be judged as such.
"Maybe I should check it out" Winter said after thinking a bit about it.
"REALLY?" The boy lit up in the eyes and moved over to Winter quickly, seeming like an animal hunting down its prey. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, Winter thought as the boy stopped in front of him.
"I'm Couch, but I prefer being called Coach. My parents said they named me that 'cause I was made on the couch..." Coach says as he reaches out his hand, finding Winter's and giving a proper handshake.
Winter thought it was kind of fun how most of the people here preferred to be called something other than their name, while he just wanted to be called Winter.
"Nice to meet you, Coach" Winter said, giving a proper handshake back. The two boys smiled a bit at each other until the guy that had asked about clubs came running towards them.
"And I'm Max, but just call me Awesome, 'cause I'm THAT awesome" Max said, not wanting to be left out, holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Max" Winter said with a bit of a smirk, taking his hand with his free hand, standing very awkwardly, shaking hands with two people at once.
"Yea yea, nice to meet you WIN-TER" Max said as he took the chance to make a bit more fun on Winter's behalf, just because he could. After which he let go of his hand. As did Coach.
"What's your next lesson?" Coach asked,
"Maybe we can go together" He continued, taking his own schedule out of his bag to look.
"I think I have Professor Heart in room 4-U" Winter said, thinking back to his schedule that he memorized earlier.
"Oh, me too!" Max interrupted and slingshot himself at Coach, going all up in his face, while taking his arm around him.
"Jelly?" He smirked, going back towards Winter, taking his arm around him and pulling him closer, much to Winter's surprise.
"Come on now, let us move forth to our adventure, best friend Winter!" Max said in a dramatic voice. Coach took himself to the head, and Winter just smiled awkwardly not knowing exactly what was happening, other than Max and Coach seemingly were super good friends.
"I'll drop by to pick you up after your class so I can show you the sewing club!" Coach called after them as Max hurriedly went out of the room with Winter in tow, not having much to say.
Funny fellows, Winter thought as Max rambled on and on about how they would save the world from a large crocodile before lunch. Not that Winter knew what that meant.
The next lesson was another introduction, but this time with Max sitting and yelling at Professor Heart that Winston wanted to be called Winter.
"Haha, yes, I was getting to that, Max. It's nice to see you are protecting the new student" Professor Heart said as he continued the introduction. Max just sat beamingly in the background with Winter smiling a bit at him. He felt like Max was a bit all over the place, but he didn't dislike that at all.
Just as Coach had said, he came to pick up Winter, and with Max following along for some reason, they went to the sewing club in the break.
"And this is the master sewing machine" Coach explained.
"We mostly use this when we are sewing denim and other difficult fabrics, so we don't ruin the needles"
"And this is silk" Max said, pointing to some fabric, seemingly enjoying to interrupt Coach.
"No, that's a cheap copy" Coach said, seemingly enjoying to correct Max.
Yes, good friends indeed, Winter thought, as he saw their continued exchange. And in that manner it continued a bit, until it was time to the next lesson and the next introduction. This time Dean was in the class. Winter got through the day rather quickly and easily despite his panic attack earlier.
He calmed himself with inhaling deeply and feeling the binder whenever he felt the anxiety creep in.
He got back to his room by himself, having figured out the hallways, and laid on his bed with closed eyes, enjoying to be alone for a second. Even though being alone for too long wasn't good for him at all.
It was some good guys that was here. He felt like he was already pretty friendly with Dean, Thom, Coach and Max. Maybe McCoy. Maybe he could do this after all.
And thus, the second secret continued with newly found calmness.

//Currently on pause

Winter doesn't really get life, just as life doesn't seem to get Winter. What he does know for sure is, that even though his body, his parents and everyone around him says he is female, he knows at his heart he is male.
Cutting himself off from his overly-christian parents, he decides to enroll in an all-boys school.

Here he has to hide who he really is, while having never felt so much like himself.

But can Winter really run from his past? Can he hide from his classmates? And what's with that ridiculously sweet guy he has to share rooms with?

Follow Winter as he navigates through life, identity, sexuality and a mysterious past that keeps breathing down his neck as secrets keeps piling up.

The only thing stopping the Young Mistress from picking up the dog girl, tying her spread eagle over a table, and starting the sewing process, was the horrid stench the girl was emitting. 

The Young Mistress could not even catch her breath a whole 10 metres away from that disgusting creature, much less a few centimetres away from her lower lips. There was no way she was getting close and personal with the girl to start the sewing process under such circumstances.

The doggy girl would first be bathed in herbal medicine for a week before the Young Mistress summoned the doctors and started the surgery. 

This was for three reasons. 

First, the herbal medicine would completely neutralize the bad smell, and even make the dog girl smell ripe for plucking. 

Second, herbal medicine would soften the skin, making it appear much younger, allowing for it to be more easily penetrated by her sewing needles. 

Third, herbal medicine was incredibly good for healing injuries to the skin. Why did this matter now? The Young Mistress was going to flay this bitch thrice a day, every day, for an entire week. While herbal medicine would prevent any scarring and completely heal the skin, the healing process would hurt like hell depending on the severity of the injuries. 

The Young Mistress was thinking of flaying every single piece of visible skin on the dog's body during the course of this week. 

Even if she flayed off all the skin on the doggy girl's body, the herbal medicine would at most take a single day to heal everything. If she did things in moderation, only flaying half the skin, she could barely squeeze in three visits a day. Only after doing this and sewing the girl's excretory holes shut would the Young Mistress be satisfied.

Once upon a time, there was an impoverished girl from an impoverished family. 

Her father (38) was a former cop that was killed in action. Her mother (36) didn't want to take care of her anymore because the girl (13) reminded her too much of her dead husband. 

The mother kicked the girl out of the house and took care of the other children. The girl, still in her teen years, had nothing but the clothes on her back to live with. To get some food and a temporary place to stay, she eventually had to disrobe for others. 

Initially, she only did menial jobs for some of her old classmates and acquaintances to earn some quick cash. 

Later, when the money wasn't nearly enough and her old connections refused to pay up anymore, she (15) introduced herself to others, who were strangers and thrice her age, slowly going beyond the realm of simply stripping. 

She earned enough money to get herself a residence and two meals a day. She made a living by doing things that no girl her age would do. The many jobs that she did would raise eyebrows and make her the scum of society. 

Regardless, she didn't want to die before finding something to live for; she wanted to know what it meant to be happy, so she strived to keep herself alive until then. 

Until she met the Young Master anyway.

In one of the rooms in the living quarters on the western side of the manor, a young girl was hugging her head as she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She was taking this time to organize the memories that didnt belong to her.

In this Martial God Continent, energy cultivativation was the main form of cultivation; those who practiced it were referred to as martial practitioners. The grades for the continents martial practitioners were simple. Starting with the Houtian Realm, made up of First to Ninth Stage martial practitioners, it went onto the Xiantian realm, for those who advanced from the Nine Martial Stages of the Houtian realm.

Xiantian experts could proclaim themselves as monarchs. It was also impossible for a Xiantian expert to appear within the royal clan, since the Nine Martial Stages of the Houtian realm represented their limits.

Thus, when a Xiantian expert emerged, they would be treated as important guests in all countries.

Excluding the martial practitioner profession, another profession was to become an alchemist.

The requirements for being an alchemist were extremely strict. One had to possess not only the fire element, superior mental strength was needed as well. Only the martial practitioners who had both would be considered to have the innate gift and talent to become alchemists.

However, in this continent that honoured martial strength, the body that she possessed was of a trash, as her meridians were blocked, which meant that she was not even a First Martial Stage practitioner yet.

This also proved that she didnt have any status in the Mu family.

My meridians are blocked? Mu Ru Yue leapt out of bed and sat cross-legged. Her finger gently pressed on her pulse, as her expression gradually darkened. It seems that this body wasnt naturally trash. It became this way because it was poisoned. The poison has spread into the meridians, clogging up the energy flowing in my body, thus making it impossible for me to cultivate.

However, in Hua Xia, she had been the successor to an aristocratic medicinal family so this poison wasnt hard for her to deal with.

If I had silver needles on hand, I would be completely confident in detoxifying my body. But now, I can only make use of the sewing needles I have on hand. It will be much riskier to use sewing needles. If I make a mistake, not only will I fail, cross contamination might also occur. Moreover, sewing needles are shorter, so if I were to be careless, the needle would get stuck in my body.

However, she currently didnt have any other alternative.

If she were to go to a weapon store to manufacture a silver needle, she would need a lot of silver coins. Currently, she was so poor that she did not have even a single copper. It was unimaginable that the genuine young mistress of the family suffered such treatment.

Fortunately enough, she was an unwed girl, so there were a lot of sewing needles close at hand.

The first step in acupuncture and moxibustion is detoxification.

With a few five-centimeter-long sewing needles in her hand, Mu Ru Yue lit a candle and placed the tips of the needles above the flame. After a short moment, when all the needles were red hot, she then placed them in clean water.

This place is not as developed as Hua Xia. There isnt any alcohol, nor are there any disinfectants, so I can only use the most primitive method of disinfection. But its more than enough. Now for the detoxification.

Mu Ru Yue sat crossed-legged once again, using two of her fingers to press several acupuncture points before slowly piercing them with the sewing needles.

Time went by slowly.

During that period of time, it was extremely difficult for Mu Ru Yue. The bitter pain from her bodys detoxification made her knit her eyebrows and her lips tremble faintly, while her lovable face showed a deathly white complexion.

In the evening, the young girl in the bath suddenly opened her sharp eyes. There was a willful smile on her lips and a flickering glimmer in her cold eyes.

The poison has finally been eliminated.

At this moment, she felt unexpectedly relaxed. Feelings from her previous life flared in her heart again. Her smiling expression intensified, but her gaze was still bone-piercingly cold.

Im not the Mu Ru Yue from this continent, but Im now living in her stead. Thus, Ill slowly help her pay back her unwillingness and anger to those people.

Mu Yue, was a successor to her medicinal aristocratic family in Xia. After being murdered bt her enemy, she reincarnated in the body of a recently deceased good-for-nothing Miss in the Mu Family of the Martial God Continent who had been beaten to death.

After being beaten to death, Mu Yue , who had originally been a successor to a medicinal aristocratic family in Xia, reincarnated into her new body. With the same name Mu Yue, who had been poisoned. Her meridians were blocked, hindering her cultivation, which led to her being known as trash.

In the throne room, she smilingly recieve a marriage notice to have a change in marriage to wed the infamous Ghost King from the kingdom of Zi.

It was well-known that the Ghost king was stupid and foolish, with a ghost-like appearance. But who knew that he was actually the most two-faced person?

Everyone laughed, thinking that a good-for-nothing was well-matched to a fool. But not in their wildest dreams did they even consider that she was actually a peerless genuis in the making.

"They want to sted my path? I will train to reach the peak of the realms! They give me a foolish prince as my husband? I can make do with him. It would be easier for me to deal with him, rather than with other candidates who would be thrown at me in the future."

" I shall strive to become powerful enough that nobody will be able to mock or kill me."

When Mu Yue looked at the man, who had a hansome god-like face, she said, gnashing her teeth, "Ye Wu Chen you lied to me. How are you a fool at all?"

The Ghost king chuckled as he affectionately embraced her. "By your side, I'm willing to be a fool that you can freely order around."

If the real Zhang Wen Jing were to know she wasn't a trash but she was poisoned thus unable to cultivate. Would she be anger to the point of vomiting blood and throwing ruckus demand the one's responsible, stirring Zhang Family viciously. Then later, fell in despair after her outburst calmed knowing the heartless Zhang Family wouldn't lift a finger to help her, even if truth about her being poisoned came out, nothing would change…after all what done is done. A poisoned trash is still a trash, who unable to cultivate and lowest of the fodder, inferior to a mere servant. And probably remain that way unless a godly doctor was to descend, just a mere skilled one is never good enough to cure her... 

But this Rong Fangsu not weak and bullied Zhang Wen Jing!

Rong Fangsu however, in Azure Continent, she had been travelling around and was able learned the art of medicine from a well-known aristocratic medicinal family so this poison wasn't impossible to cure but...

The entire process is a lengthy one with a long procedure, requiring various herbs and treatment to fully cure her. But that doesn't mean there's nothing to be done to her current situation.   
With confident, "If I had silver needles on hand, I would be able to start treating myself although I can't completely detoxifying my body without assistant of herb, I was able to get rid of some that cause all her muscles and meridians blocked, making her a trash that couldn't cultivate. Some isn't same as none; at least she can start cultivating to some extend and no longer be a good-for-nothing." 

Letting out a sigh, she continued in a slightly low spirit "Currently I only have sewing needles, so I can only make use of what I have on hand. It will be much riskier than using silver needles, one wrong move contamination might occur, making my physique even worst. That not all sewing needles are much shorter, so if I were to be careless, the error would cause the needle to get stuck in my body."

Such risky method, she normally wouldn't restore to it but now is not a time to be picky as she currently didn't have any other alternative.

If she were to go to a weapon store to manufacture a silver needle, she would need a lot of silver but the truth is she is penniless. The current, she was so poor that she did not have even a single copper. Although it's seem unbelievable that the genuine young mistress of a noble family would suffered such treatment but can she do she was an unloved trash, abandon by her Father, mistreat by her sisters and look down by servants. The Zhang family except for three meal offer her nothing else so she even poorer than a beggar.

Fortunately enough as an unwed girl, so there were a lot of sewing needles around which she can use for the time being...

"The first step is acupuncture for detoxification." Rong Fangsu lit a candle and placed a few five-centimeter-long sewing needles on the handkerchief. Then she readies them, all sewing needles laid neatly in her hand. This place is not as developed as Azure Continent. There aren't any disinfectants nor can current Rong Fangsu can afford any alcohol so she can only use the most primitive method of disinfection. But it's more than enough.

She carefully placed the tips of the needles above the candle flame and she waited after a short moment, when all the needles were red hot, she then placed them in clean water then she dried them with clean cloth. "All set" Rong Fangsu sat crossed-legged once again, using two of her fingers to press several acupuncture points before slowly piercing them with the sewing needles. First Dumai Meridians then Yunmen, Xiabai, Tianfu, Jianyu, Touwei and lastly Shaohai point. Rong Fangsu pressed them one by one, each needles pierced with precision. Accuracy and depth of each needle is well-measure, her skill is nothing but first rate, and even aged doctor in Royal Family would be shocked at her superb performance.  

Time went by slowly.

During that period of time, it was extremely difficult for Rong Fangsu, as pain escalated her eyebrows knitted together, her white complex become paler. The striking pain from her body's detoxification and intensity of needles cause her lips tremble faintly and in each interval of acupuncture she bit her lower lip due to sting wounds.

Later she performed a few more acupuncture treatment, and then she carried out moxibustion on position of points Lingdao, Shenmen, Fuai, Kunlun and Yixi. Although the pain gripped her tight, her lovable face showed a deathly white complexion. Her concentration didn't falter even as tension and agony hit her; one after another each point was applied pressure. There are many skilled doctors in Shower Crimson Continent but none would confidently treat themselves especially on delicate operation such as this.

Within the sewing department, there was also a sector that focused on beddings.
Using the size chart for the mattresses (king size, etc), this department was able to make items like bed sheets and mattress quilts that would be used to cover the mattress foam.
Of course when making the quilts, they sized up a bit so as to give room for fitting and sewing.
To make any side of the quilt, the workers placed thin layers of foam between 2 thick fabrics and sewed them together.
Of course on each side of the quilt, they would sew criss-cross designs which kept the thin foam layer within the quilt from moving around.
If any one had ever seen a mattress back on earth, they would quickly notice these designs as the many lines that ran across the mattresses surface from all directions.
Since Mattresses were generally rectangular in shape... the top, bottom and sides of the quilt were done separately.
And at the end, the quilt parts were then sewn together..... making the rectangular shaped quilt, look like an extremely thick gigantic pillow case.... that had only one section opened (unsewn).
And once the mattress foam was brought in from the Alchemy Industry, the workers fitted the foam into the quilts, and used pins to close the opened section.
They also folded all the excess loss fabric on the mattress, and pinned it towards the edges.
For the next phase, the workers left the table size sewing machines, and used the big guns.
Since there was no way that those tiny tables could contain those large mattresses, Landon had made steam powered sewing machines.
Once more, 17th century earth had done it again.
And at this point, Landon had already concluded that the 17th century was the birth era for Steam engines.
Those people used steam for almost everything.
In fact in the 18th century, these people went as far as to create steam cannons and  guns...bruhhh Landon was done with them.
I mean...he understood the reasons such as metal being expensive..... but for war, that wasn't a good strategy.
What if some people had drank all the water, or their enemies destroyed your water tank? Even something as basic evaporation could lower the water levels..
It was good that they thought about saving cost and energy, but with some of their steam inventions, Landon couldn't help but feel that they had gone a little too far.
Anyway, the steam powered sewing machines could only be used on big items like couch cushions, mattresses and so on.
It was better to imagine the machine as an airport metal detector door.
There were 2 thick needles placed at the top and bottom of both sides of the door.
These needles could be adjusted to any height that was required for the items.. As well as the width of the door.
For the case of the mattresses, once they passed through the narrow doors, the needles would start sewing their corners.
At this point, only the top and the bottom would have been stitched.
So the height of needles were adjusted and the mattress passed through the machine again.
This time, the other sides of the mattress were stitched up properly.
And at the end, the pins that were used to grip the mattress were carefully removed.
Of course with the mattresses successfully made, the 'inspection and storage' department also ensure that no pins were left on them.
Presently, mattresses alone had 12 storage rooms which all differed depending on the bed size.
So after inspection, they would be stored away neatly according to their sizes.
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Since all the sectors within the sewing department had no issues or reported injuries, Sophia went on with her Inspection.
She began by inspecting the National flag.
The flag had a green background.. And at its center stood, a circle that had several stars surrounding it.
The left side of the circle was blue, while the right side of the circle was red... And of course, the stars surrounding the circle were white as well.
His majesty Landon had told her that:
•The green symbolized Agricultural prosperity and fertility 
•The Red stood for power, vibrancy, courage, War and domination
•The Blue symbolized liberation, alertness and good fortune
•And the white symbolized Peace, Purity and Harmony.
Once she had heard the meaning of all those colors, she was very impressed and pleased with the flag..... who wouldn't want to be identified with those qualities?
Right now, she was inspecting all the different types and sizes for the national flag.
There were 3 main types that were made presently:
•The civil flags: which was basically a version of the national flag that could be used by civilians..they could put in their homes or offices... the sizes ranged from double extra small to large.
•State flags: which would be flown in Government buildings
•And War/Military flags: which would be flown in the military, coast guard, police station and other fighting units within Baymard.
Once she was done with inspection, she immediately went to her office to write her report.
On the 3rd week of September, all her products would officially be marketed off to the citizens.
And With only a week and some days left, she began checking the amount of products needed for her to meet her goal.
In her entire life, she had never had such a huge responsibility before.
Before Landon came to Baymard, her life goal was to sit at home, feed her husband, do all the housework, sew, wait at home all day for her husband, take care of her children..and that was it.
Truthfully, she had been bored with that repetitive lifestyle for the past 15 years now
But ever since his majesty Landon had come to Baymard, her boredom immediately flew out the window.
And now that she was Chief, she had a lot of people that looked up to her... so she didn't want to disappoint them.
It felt strangely satisfying and fulfilling to have a different targets every day, week and month.. it felt like she was contributing to the society.
If someone had told her that she would one day do this kind of job, she would hit their heads with a cooking cauldron... but look at her now...
Whenever she went home, she and her husband Lyore would gist about their work.... and how far behind, or ahead they were on their target schedules.
She felt very motivated to do her job.... the salaries were good, the food was good... and more importantly, she now felt like she had an important purpose in life.
A day in the life of Sophia.
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While some people slept peacefully, the same couldn't be said for others.. specifically Yodan's 'queen b**ch'.


Author here; Please make sure to check out my other book!
Thank you all for tuning in..... English is my second language... so I promise to try my best.
Again, the first few chapters may seem slow, but trust me, everything will fall into place. there's a reason for everything.
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Well, now back to the synopsis....
Er-erhmm. 
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Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

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Author-san: the book is a bit fast paced. But it be really be worth it. so just give it a try and you might be surprised.

The next day, Bai Yu Yan went back to the shop. Manager Gao and Zhang Song had already arrived and were waiting for her.

"Manager Gao, did you manage to arrange all the things that I told you about yesterday?", As soon as she entered, Bai Yu Yan asked the important matter.

"Yes, First Miss. There is a room at the back where this servant has arranged all the machines. If there is anything more to do then First Miss can tell this servant." After the incident of yesterday, Manager Gao was eager to prove his worth to Bai Yu Yan. He was willing to give away his salary for a few months but not to be kicked out.

"Okay, first, stop calling me First Miss. Now my identity is not the first daughter of the Bai house but the owner of this shop. And second, when there is no outsider, none of you will refer to yourself as this servant. Those who work here are the employees and I am your employer. Remember that."

Manager Gao the rest were dumbfounded hearing what she said. How can they refer to themselves as 'I' when they were just small servants?

Bai Yu Yan knew that it's not how things worked here. The world where she was living now was the one where buying and selling slaves were legal. But no matter how many days she had been here, she just couldn't get used to it. So in order to ensure a comfortable working environment, she had to make these people forget the master-servant role, at least when they are in the shop. After all, her profession was all about creativity and she knew for sure that creativity couldn't develop without a free mind.

Although they were not really used to the idea, no one dared to oppose it.

After that, Manager Gao led Bai Yu Yan and the others to the room at the back. When he opened the door, Yu Yan's eyes were instantly drawn towards the big sewing machine lying on the table. The sewing machine of this time was a lot larger than what Bai Yu Yan had in the 21st-century. Still, it was better than using hands to sew the entire garment.

The room was big and bright with sun spilling inside through the large window. The wooden floor was clean without a speck of dust. Two tables were neatly arranged facing the window. The light would help in embroidering and making small details of the dress a lot easier. As she roamed her eyes inside the room, Yu Yan couldn't help but like it. But what surprised her was the other sewing machine which looked a bit old and rusted.

"Did you buy two sewing machines?", asked Bai Yu Yan, turning towards Manager Gao.

"No, First Mi- I mean Boss, that was brought by Zhang Song. I didn't buy it.", Manager Gao rushed to answer before Bai Yu Yan cut its cost from his salary.

Bai Yu Yan looked at the woman who was quiet from the beginning and was silently wringing her fingers. "Did you bring it here?", she asked.

Seeing that the question was directed at her, Zhang Song answered in a small voice, "T_That there was a sewing machine in my old shop. So, yesterday when I accidentally heard that the shop was lacking sewing machines, I brought it here. But it is old and...Miss might not like it."

"Why would I not like it? As long as it is usable, it will be of great help to us. Our shop is still in the early phase so buying everything new would just be a waste of money. You did the right thing by bringing it here.", Bai Yu Yan looked at Zhang Song with a smile.

Now that the set up was ready, it was time for them to start. The spring banquet was less than 2 weeks away and they had to finish Consort Shu's dress before that.

At first, Yu Yan wanted to check Zhang Song's skill with her own eyes before planning on what kind of work to assign her. So she randomly gave her a long strip of chiffon to make the bottom part of a long dress in Xiao Fan's size. The time given to her was 45 minutes.

Chiffon is the most important lightweight fabric used in fashion and design for centuries. If Zhang Song knew how to work with it then she could become a very useful asset for Bai Yu Yan.

Although the time given to her was lacking, Zhang Song didn't complain and started taking Xiao Fan's measurements. Bai Yu Yan and the others left the room to let her work alone. She had other matters to settle.

Outside, Bai Yu Yan discussed the layout of the shop. They had to first start with its name. As the purpose of the shop changed from selling raw materials to the customized dress, many things had to be changed. The renovation could be done in just a few days. She had sold some of the jewelry of the original owner that she was sure not to wear in the future. Adding it to the pocket money she receives in the Lu manor, it wouldn't be difficult to make a simple renovation and decoration.

By the time Yu Yan was done explaining her ideas to Manager Gao, Zhang Song also came outside. It seemed she had already finished her work.

Bai Yu Yan looked at the time. It was less than half a shichen, which means she finished it within 45 minutes. She inwardly nodded her head and took the skirt from Zhang Song, who looked hesitant to let her see it.

Yu Yan carefully looked at the skirt in her hand. The flair was just to the right degree. The border was meticulously sewn so that the thread wouldn't come off. The thread lines were made indistinct by sewing it from the inner side. It truly impressed her.

Bai Yu Yan looked at Zhang Song. The girl seemed to be her age. If she could train Zhang Song for a few months, she had no doubt that this girl had the capability to become a master in this. Yu Yan could finally say that she didn't make a mistake by hiring her.

"You've done it well!", she smiled looking at Zhang Song. 

Note: 1 Shichen = 2 hrs

Transmigrated into an ancient novel, modern fashion designer Bai Yu Yan suddenly became the wife of the Prime Minister. However, regardless of her position, her ending was but a tragic death. 
  
"Death? Ha!", Bai Yu Yan scoffed as she packed her bag to become the master of her own fate.
  
"Wife, this lord has already warmed the bed for you. You dare run after eating this lord's tofu?", a certain lord stripped himself and closed the bedroom door.

...

In a world where survival was her only goal, love came knocking on her door. Although he was her husband, she knew he would soon meet his fated one. 

But why does this man look so handsome in her design? 

Bai Yu Yan looked at the fate on one hand and her heart on the other. Which one will she choose? 


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[Original Story]
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Frank glanced at the System Window, trying to find that it wasn't deceiving him somehow and that he didn't simply get a Skill named… 'Dirt'.
He glanced at his status again but it was there. The Skill named Dirt was there!
"What is this stupid trash Skill?" he thought, he could not help but think that!
No matter how fancy could a skill be if it is named 'Dirt', it should not be anything extraordinary, to begin with…
"No, wait, I am being way too hasty with my judgment of this Skill. I bet it is one of those Skills that sounds trashy but are in fact, a super game-breaking Skill! Just like in the Isekai Novels I have read… Like the guy with the Breathing Skill that was the 'God Breathing Technique' or the guy that could only inflict Negative Status Effects, but they were rather strong! And how not to forget the guy with the Transmutation Skill that became all edgy when he fell into a Labyrinth's depths and ended up even creating guns with the Skill…" he thought, glancing at the 'Dirt' Skill description.
[Dirt: Level 1/10]
Allows the user to create a handful of dirt, each use costs a small amount of Mana.
Cooldown: 1 second.
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"…"
As much as Frank could wonder, think, and imagine, he could not think of any way that creating a handful of dirt could be of any use…
"I mean… Just think about it! You can fill a whole place with dirt… one handful at a time… and err… make a mountain of dirt after one day of hard work? Is the dirt even rich in mana or something? Maybe I can sell it!" said Frank, glancing at his palm as he activated the 'Dirt' Skill.
Flash!
He felt like he spent only one point of Mana, and a handful of dirt appeared on his palm.
"Woah, although this is so lame, the flashy effect was rather surprising… But I bet that there are Earth Attribute Mages that can create a wall made of rock instead of… a handful of dirt" thought Frank, inspecting the dirt.
It was no filled with mana. Although it was rather rich in minerals, it lacked any kind of special property, it was simple and common dirt.
Frank dropped the dirt into the ground as his hands trembled…
"This is frustrating, just after getting so many good rewards I get this… Haah. I guess luck cannot follow me everywhere, huh? I bet if I open this chest, I will get something like a needle…" thought Frank, deciding to cheer up by opening the Treasure chest.
"Thanks to these things, I got Ruby! So maybe I could get another Monster Pet? That would be awesome… But unlikely" said Frank, opening the chest as it suddenly began to glow in bright yellow colors, dissipating into small particles through the air.
An item was left behind, Frank glanced at it as his eyes were about to burst out of his sockets.
It was a needle. A simple needle, it was of silver color, but that was it, it was a needle, nonetheless.
"Are you fucking with me now, System?" he thought.
It was incredibly unlikely for him to think that he would get something as useless as a needle just after having thought about it… it was as if the System were putting a prank on him for getting too cocky with his new strength. And honestly, Frank thought that it was exactly the case.
Frank sighed as he glanced at the needle… He noticed a faint, blue-colored glow from within the needle, as he grabbed it with his fingers, it was rather thin, but not too small, perhaps if you were to stab someone with it, it might cause a relatively shocking amount of pain… or not, it depended if the person was a Magus or not.
Inspecting the new item, Frank glanced at its description.
[Silver Needle (C)]
A Special Needle said to have been made by a Goddess of Sewing.
It looks quite simple in appearance, but it grants the one that holds and equips it the ability to sew wonderfully even without any previous experience.
The path of sewing leads to other wonderful creation-oriented abilities, it is up to you to one day discover them.
Stat Bonuses: [+3 Speed]
Skill Bonuses: [Sewing: Level 1]
Special Effects: Sewing Proficiency Increase, Fast Speed Sewing, Fabric Enhancement.
"Wait… So I can… Oh. It is for sewing, I guess… The moment I held it, it felt as if I've always known how to sew… and even, do I feel a bit faster? Can I equip it permanently and simply hide it?" wondered Frank as he 'equipped' the needle into the left-hand square on his equipment tab that was for weapons. He instantly gained +3 speed inside brackets on his status, alongside the [Sewing: Level 1] Skill.
He thought that as long as he practiced sewing, he might be able to learn the Skill permanently.
"Sigh… Although it is not the amazing item I might have expected, it does have its uses… and if I keep developing this, would I be able to craft my own equipment? That would be very convenient… But I bet I will need too many materials to even get to craft anything…" thought Frank.
Frank began to think in which ways could he even sew something… He would first need some kind of fabric, and even then, he would have to plan out what to sew… A hat? A scarf? Could he sew a shirt? Or pants? Perhaps a blouse? He felt like he was somewhat capable of achieving such things, but he needed some good material…
"Maybe if I can get a good fabric, I could sew something like a set of clothes with a few stat bonuses… maybe? This Needle seems to give off the vibe to help me out in doing something like this…" thought Frank.
However, Frank was distracted by his intense fatigue, and decided to finally walk back home, entering stealthily into the house and into the second floor… everyone seemed to still be sleeping… however, a young Minotaur girl was standing right in front of Frank as he got into the second floor.
"Hilvera?" asked Frank in surprise.
"Muh… Frank? Hm… What were the strange lights outside?" she asked with a sleepy face.
"Ah… That's… Well, I was practicing magic. I often like to do this to get better at it… Don't tell Gwendolyn or she'll get mad at me for not sleeping…" said Frank.
"Oh… I see. Okay… I will not tell her…" said Hilvera.
"Haaah, good thing she is such a nice girl," thought Frank.
"But with one condition…" she said.
"Huh? What is it?" asked Frank.
"Can I practice magic with you?" she asked.
"Hm…? I guess… It is fine" said Frank.
"Nice… Now, can you move aside, I want to go to the potty…" asked Hilvera with still a sleepy face.
"Okay, go ahead…" said Frank as he went over to his bed.
"She surprised me with her cute personality, but she seems to be quite opportunistic… Well, training magic with her shouldn't be so bad of a thing…" thought Frank.
Frank put the blankets over his body, making sure to cover himself almost completely. He also put several cushions below the blankets… this was because he was about to leave Terra for an hour that would be one or two days on Earth, so he wanted to leave these cushions in the case that his body was to disappear when he went to another world.
He still was clueless if a body would stay in the world he left or not, and there was not any way of finding out that did not involve asking people. For now, he decided to leave these cushions just in case Of course, he also waited until Hilvera was back into her bed at her mother and brother's side, covering herself in blankets and going back to sleep.
"Now… let's go back…" thought Frank, as he took off his phone from his Inventory and went back to the World's Gate and then back to Earth.
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After being hit by thunder while sleeping with his phone, Frank awakened to his Ability, being revealed to a new world of wonders and dangers and countless other Worlds filled with Chaos through his World Traveling System!

He discovered that Earth wasn't as he had thought it to be.

What he always believed to be fiction was real.

People with Abilities existed everywhere.

Powerful entities controlled the entire world behind the scenes.

Dungeons covered the world and Monsters roamed freely, bringing chaos behind the facade of a peaceful society.

However, Frank will not only have to face the dangers of his homeworld, but the unpredictable ones of countless others...

He has no choice, as he has been bestowed the Title of World Traveler!

Accompany Frank on his journey to grow as a person, to save his homeworld, and to conquer the multiverse!

This is a novel with a main character with emotions that develops more as the story advances, it is not about a lifeless drone that mindlessly kill things without any actual plot nor character progression! 

In this novel Frank slowly changes, from a World Traveler to a World Conqueror! From a common man to someone who carves his way through challenges or enemies!

This novel is character progression at its finest, make sure to read up to the latest free chapter and tell me what you think! (You won't be dissapointed if you reach this far) 

Please make sure to check out my other novels, I am sure that you will like them! 
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