Cyan is an alice-blue short haired girl. She lost her family when she was very young and got adopted by her aunt Sky. Some years later, at the age of 6, Cyan loses her aunt as well and gets kidnapped by her aunts murderers... later on everyone will discover that Cyan is no ordinary girl...

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Wang Tian. Often nicknamed just 'First' is known to be the most affluent cultivator ever known. Coming from a ordinary background and joining a ordinary sect. Even after surpassing his own Master and Sect Master. He stayed loyal and never betrayed his sect even after urging from his Master and Sect Master. He is on definition the most loyal disciple.

That's what the outside world thinks anyway.

Sure Wang Tian is a genius. But if he were to come clean about being lazy. No one in the world would be able to beat him. The word 'lazy' itself would bow to Wang Tian.

Wang Tian, despite already known to be the most talented Cultivator. Is actually using a self-made cultivation technique. That allows himself to cultivate without actually cultivating. Wang Tian usually just sleeps or laze around and let his 'automatic cultivation technique' do its work. This technique compared to the world's best technique is only 10% efficient. His overpowered talent which is more than a hundred or even a thousand times better than other 'top-tier' genius is the only reason why he is still 'First".

As Wang Tian continue to laze around. What would happen if someone came down from the Heaven's in an attempt to destroy the world. What would Wang Tian do?

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Story Plot
Wang Tian decides to cultivate the best technique for one month! Before spending two months upgrading his automatic cultivation technique to 30%! (Yes he was too lazy to upgrade it).
Wang Tian. Who kept delaying his lightning tribulation. Was sniped by it when he let his guard down for a split moment when sleeping.
Wang Tian, after being forced to ascend to the heaven's. When passing by someone's Dao Lecture, unconsciously took a hour to listen to it, surpassed it. And blame the Lecturer and correct his mistakes.
Wang Tian found his sect ancestor and laze around in that new sect.
Wang Tian after countless lazing reached the return to mortal realm. Where one has to understand their roots and remember their reason for cultivation. Which Wang Tian completely skipped. Since he is still following his belief and never strayed from it. Which was a historical moment. Since no one in history have stayed so true to their Dao.

A list of compiled stories with quick writing.

Basically each story is like a lengthy description. And each chapter would be on a different story.

Blame the author since he thought of stories but couldn't bother to write the full version.

Side Note: Some of these stories may be made into a actual story if I ever feel motivated and/or if that story is really well liked.

Also, if any story interest you and you can write an entire story with it/similar to it. Feel free to use it. But please credit me and the book.

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Adapt one of the chapter into a real story.

   I don't remember it, really. It isn't something I had ever thought to be traumatic. Not until they told me. Momma said things. But she's always said things. A lot of opinions. Sometimes I wish those opinions were say nice things. Maybe I wouldn't be like this. Maybe I could still feel things.

  Momma said things that night when she saw it. She saw my life. My reason. My escape. Momma said she knew it. She knew I was sick.

Sick.

  They always tell me that. I don't feel sick. I feel lonely. I want to hold out my arms, and be held in an embrace. I want to depend on a heart that isn't mine. Mine is too broken to help me. I write these things down sometimes. I write so that I don't have to turn to it. What mamma saw. It's dangerous. I'm dangerous. I'm not stupid, or oblivious. I'm not a little kid. But I'm also scared.

  I know I'll get hurt. I know it will leave scars on me, and cause me pain. But there is something so satisfying about having the power to get rid of everything you can't stand to see.

To watch it burn before your eyes.

Pyromania-
an obsessive desire to set fire to things.

  This definition could come with many different circumstances. Maybe it's because you're suicidal. Maybe you like watching others suffer. Maybe you enjoy seeing yourself in pain. But I don't want that. I want to end the pain. End the suffering. So I end everything that reminds me of that.

  I turn the knob on the bathtub off and sit in silence. I don't like silence, I've decided. I just breathe slowly, basking in the feeling of cold liquid surrounding me. I miss Seokjin. Kim Seokjin. My best friend. Only Jin hyung understands me. He doesn't live with me anymore. I live alone.

  I shouldn't live alone. I think too much. I shift my position in the tub so that I'm hugging my knees close to my chest with my fingers intertwining around them. Some days I think that it will go away. That the voices will stop. Or that I wont spend every waking hour of my dragged out life thinking solely about burning the remains of my brokenness. Of my broken past. But it never does.

I'm still here.

"GiGi... come back."


(A/N)

While this story has strayed quite far from my usual writing style, I can't help but think it fits much better.

I purple you! <3

Min Yoongi is a pyromaniac. At least, that's what they tell him.  His world seems to blossom when he meets a therapist that actually cares, that actually wants to help.  His feelings may start to blossom as well.

He was alright.
The boy was alright.
He was sitting there, among his friends, chatting away while Xiao Ying was stood off to the side, first dazed and still, as if he was unable to comprehend what was happening, until he too, as well, moved off to resume his pseudo rest in another quiet corner, where he would be able to easily observe the goings on of his surroundings and Ming Cheng, more specifically.
Xiao Ying was most uneasy, shifting from side to side, occasionally glancing out of the windows and the doors, while his mind refused to let itself leave Ming Cheng alone for too long.
He fixated on the child that he had created and doomed to life of misery and pain, guilty for what he had done and attempting what he thought was his best to try and fix the situation - not that it was going to be enough the way that the current plot was going.
Not enough had strayed from the original destinies, and what had shifted and moved were the most superficial elements possible.
Lan Chang had a name, and she had been put on a path that now denied her obscurity.
The other kitchen children were no longer bullies, with only some additional importance falling upon them, but what did that really mean?
Did Xiao Ying really think that it was all going to be enough, the man now reclining back and feeling sorry for himself and the general lack of humanity he now possessed?
He had been human before, and it had not served him well at all.
He had cried.
He had craved human contact.
He had needed sleep.
But now, he was now able to go on for eons at a time without the unnecessary needs for rest, nourishment and any kind of break, however, he still doubted.
He mourned his weaknesses as if their removal wasn't something that was necessary and as if he himself hadn't begged for their removal.
What was he complaining about?
What was there to complain about?
There was nothing to complain about.
The man had only one task, and he himself, had recognised it all by himself, so why was he despairing, why was he refusing to do more with all the abilities and resources provided to him.
Xiao Ying could do more, but he was not.
The man himself knew that he could do more, but he was not.
Why was he not?
He had only one task, but he was not doing it?
Why was he not doing it?
It made no sense.
Why was Xiao Ying not doing it?
An author given free reign over their creation from within the world itself would probably be inclined to change it, giving their characters a new life, a new story, and then interact with the world that he had been so attached to.
Xiao Ying's utter disinterest with his own creations, his own children by technical definition, was baffling, considering the hours that he had spent on writing their names, their personalities, crafting maps, crafting timelines, and all sorts of other details about his work, story, and tale.
I did not judge him for what he had produced.

Ming Cheng, former beggar who used to live on the streets, enters the Heavenly Emperor's Palace as a servant.

While at the same time, in another world, poor university student Xiao Ying falls into a coma, after a devastating car accident.

Suddenly, upon waking up, Xiao Ying is thrust into a chair, behind a screen, and told, by a suspicious note, that he will be able to regain his life and wake up in his world, once again, if, and only if, he manages guide the Emperor's one and only lost son - Ming Cheng - to the throne.

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"The Legendary Tale of the Holy Emperor Ming Cheng," Xiao Ying mused to himself, almost bursting out into delirious laughter, was the story that he had once written and published online to absolutely no reception.

And now, some sadistic, messed up deity had deigned his unpopular wreck of a work as his great trial to stave off death!

At that thought, Xiao Ying really did laugh, dropping to his knees and throwing his head into his hands. 

He was supposed to guide his own, fucking protagonist, brought to life before his very eyes, to his death - just so Xiao Ying could go back to experience his own proper one at a later date.

Didn't this deity know that he had written a tragedy?! 

Ming Cheng would steadily work his way upwards through the Palace, becoming closer and closer to the emperor, until one day, he was discovered to be the emperor's long lost son - the small boy who had vanished one night during a legendary bad storm - finally achieving all the great power that he had worked so hard to earn and deserved! Only for it all, in the end, to be cruelly stripped away from him, as he dies on his wedding night:Xioa Ying's attempt to hastily end the book, once he realised that there was no hope for it. 

Now older and hypothetically wiser, he decided that it would be idiotic to just ignore the situation he was in, considering the consequences of such a thing were unknown.

He really had no choice but to play along and become the system to guide his protagonist.



CHAPTER 15 

WHERE ARE WE HEADING? 

The wild animals are one of the most beautiful part of the nature. They have all the rights to live. Isn't it? 

Significantly, the news of a wild pregnant elephant had triggered a nationwide outrage. This happened in the state of Kerala, where the chief minister claimed that the culprits won't be spared. 

The forest divisions also registered a case and initiated a probe into killing of the fifteen year old elephant carrying a baby inside her. 

The elephant had chewed on an explosive stuffed pineapple that went off on her mouth. The injured animal stood in the river for hours when she finally died in the forest. 

The forest department had employed to rescue the injured animal. The effort went in vain. 

The officer said the firecracker filled with fruit could have been placed to kill crop raiding wild animals. 

However, it seems now that the elephant was likely to be killed by accident, with a trap meant for pests like boars. Was the elephant really killed or was it an accident? 

We don't know, but it is very unfortunate for us to see an innocent animal die because of our deeds. She didn't deserve to die but oh well yeah, it's better for her to get away from this human world. 

Gone was her baby who couldn't even see the world. This thing might happen anytime but this year has brought a lot of unfortunate events, where the animals are not spared either 

Another shocking incident took place in Himachal Pradesh. The cow is respected as a holy animal in India. 

The news came that a cow was strayed towards a field in an area covered with bushes and shrubs where someone had placed some wheat flour mixed with explosive substances! 

The police of the state arrested a person in connection with the injury to this pregnant cow, which ate the wheat flour mixed with those explosive substances. 

The incident triggered an outrage on social media after a video was posted by the owner of the cow which showed the injured animal, went viral. 

The cow was then medically treated and the police was informed too. A case was registered in the police station. The officials said that the cow was then in a stable condition and delivered a healthy calf as well. 

First an elephant and now a cow, a holy animal which is worshipped in our country. What are we turning into? 

The animals were hurt and created a rage on the social media but we don't stop hurting them! Every time it creates a rage and we forget after a few days! 

On the other hand, we all know the incident which happened in the United States of America. 

George Floyd, a forty six year old man was killed by a white police officer. 

He arrested him and knelt on his neck for almost nine minutes while Floyd was in handcuffs and lying face down in the street begging for his life and repeatedly saying 'I can't breathe!' 

A second and third officer further restrained Floyd while a fourth officer prevents bystanders from intervening. 

After three minutes Floyd was motionless and had no pulse. While the officer ignored the onlookers who were pleading him to remove his knees, which he did not until medics told him to. 

The surprising thing is that the bystanders and the onlookers were making videos, helpless! The video of him suffering like that got viral in all over the world! 

Soon there were people from all over the world showing their rage on various social media platforms. 

Nowadays it is very easy for anything to get viral, thanks to social media. The protests on these platforms can have a huge impact on the people worldwide. 

Not to forget, all four officers were fired the following day, after the videos made by witnesses and security cameras became public. 

Also, two autopsies found Floyd's death to be homicide. 

Floyd's death triggered demonstrations and protests in more than seventy five US cities and around the world against police brutality, police racism and lack of public accountability! 

It had worldwide impact, people questioning the system in the US. People started raising their voices and participated in the protests through social media as well. 

Floyd's cousin, Tera Brown, said, "Police were supposed to be serve and to protect and I didn't see a single one of them lift a finger to do anything to help while he was begging for his life." 

The questions were raised by several celebrities and public figures from all over the world apart from US. It had become the new trend on social media. 

If we consider India, there were people who had no idea what they were standing for. They themselves had being a racists once in their lives but when it comes to a worldwide protest, they participate blindly. 

Apparently, the young generation on the social media had started using the hashtags on their stories as black lives matter. Meanwhile in their older days, they had done the same thing by suppressing a different coloured person. 

The truth is these platforms are used to follow a trend. Yes, there is an impact but if we see the percentage, there is a higher number of people participating just to enjoy the latest trend in the town! They least care about the cause and the change which needs to happen. 

Not to forget, there were people who actually supported the cause and had actually made an impact on people's mind. 

The protests were initially peaceful, but later there was vandalism of stores, police station windows were broken and fires were set. 

Police in riot gear used tear gas, flash grenades, rubber bullets and smoke bombs. Some protesters threw rocks at the police. 

The media highlighted the apparent day differences in aggression between the police response to this year's US anti lockdown protests featuring gun welding white protesters. This sentiment also spread on social media. 

The unfortunate death of Floyd sparkled a civil war like atmosphere in America has now snowballed into worldwide protests. 

After all these, can we ask a question to ourselves? Would we choose to be black or white, if given an option? 

We all somewhere are racists down there, me, you, all of us. I would honestly prefer to be a white because sadly since a long time, it is considered as the definition of beauty and we will obviously get more privileges, we all know that. 

The harsh truth is, this is all our definition of things, there is no such thing as the colour differentiation, we have made it as it was never default. Why is blacks not given that much privilege as compared to the whites? 

Just because of the skin tone? Do we ask this question to ourselves? 

The irony here is that nothing has changed and yet everything has changed. Our lives have been affected drastically and the year has brought a lot of new problems as well as solutions.

The book '2020 THE YEAR'  is a non fiction work. This book is about the year '2020'. The book helps us in looking at the changes which we faced during this pandemic, how it changed our lifestyles all over the world and how we are dealing with this situation. The world is in a war against this deadly Corona virus which have affected us in a major way and there has been huge losses all over the world. The world has been transformed into something new and wearing masks is our new normal. Reading the chapters helps the readers to open their eyes and realize those things from which we were blindfolded. There have been a positive as well as negative changes in the world. The important thing is what we learnt from these changes. The communities all over the world have been facing different and difficult situations in their lives, during this time, we all have to keep patience and fight this deadly virus together.

"Come on Juju! There has to be someone at least!" Lia insisted, followed by more ushering and cheers from the crowd as Richard simply smiled secretively at Jumin; their group of college batch-mates (or Richard and Lias's friends, really) had decided to go on an outing to the beach today. And seeing the evening had been perfect to end with a bonfire—they'd decided to play spin the bottle with one of the beer bottles that'd been left empty after they'd finished.
"There's no way our Mister Robot has never had a crush on anyone before, it just sounds unrealistic! Everyone has a crush on someone at some point, okay?" Dohyun—Richard's classmate—stated.
"You'll have to be more specific about your definition of 'crush'—since for someone who hasn't had one before, I might even not know what it means," Jumin replied back simply.
Kate, Dohyun's girlfriend who sat hugging his arm, replied. "Well … there's no specific definition of a crush, you know? It's just signs." Jumin frowned at that, visibly curious.
"What signs?" His question caused a roar of laughter to erupt among the boys, and Eugene, the drunk one out of the group stood up to announce.
"You know! When you have butterflies in your stomach as soon as you see them, whenever you think about them—the red blood cells in your body decide to take trips to your cheeks and… ahem, other places." He slurred, staggering on Kate who pushed him away with a 'hey!'
Jumin pondered, smiling faintly to himself at the realization, "I did have a crush on a girl back when I was in school." The crowd cheered, but were silenced by Richard who decided to get up,
"You guys, up. It's getting late and none of us wants to hear an earful from our parents when they return home. Up!"
Jumin sighed once again, toying with the tip of the diamond tip pen his father had gifted him not too long ago—absently flipping through the fiscal report present in front of him. It wasn't as if there was anything to check in it, to begin with—assistant Kang had made sure to double-check everything before she passed it to him, and had there been any issue, she'd have told him anyway.
Tired of staring at the already perfected report, his eyes strayed outside the window, where assistant Kang was talking to some woman whose face was hidden by the person standing in front of her.
However, the person moved away not long after and—! Jumin's eyes widened. This can't be … he quickly reached over to call assistant Kang, who picked up instantly.
"Yes, sir?" she replied monotonously. Jumin cleared his throat, before asking,
"Are you busy at the moment, assistant Kang?" His question was met with silence—by Jaehee who was still not used to this sudden change in Jumin's behaviour.
He doesn't usually ask these questions before asking what is needed of me… she wondered, giving the woman in front of her an apologetic smile before continuing, "No, Mr Yoon. I am free if you need me.���
Jumin craned his neck to get a better view, but the image was still not clear, "Keep the visitor occupied, I'd like to meet them." he added, before hanging up to grab his coat from the chair behind him and strutting out of the cabin.
And true to his assumption, it really was her. Ophelia Chan stood there, wearing her dazzling smile beside Jaehee who looked at Jumin like he'd grown an extra nose. But he couldn't bring himself to care about Jaehee at the moment, and instead turned to Ophelia.
"Ms Chan, what brings you here?" he asked, stretching a hand out which she took in hers instantly.
"Oh it's because the team was done with the SWOT analysis, and since I was free today—I thought I'd drop by to hand over the progress documents to you guys myself." She replied, a little hesitant as she glanced at Jaehee who was still staring at Jumin, bewildered.
"A good decision," Jumin replied, letting go of her hand when she glanced down at it—as if passing him a silent reminder that he'd been holding on to it.
"Funnily enough, I'm free too. So I'd like to… look into the analysis results myself. That way I can explain it to our team as well." He added, unsure—but Ophelia nodded instantly, making him more confident in his words.
"And I have this café I've been meaning to try too, so perhaps you could tell me the details over a cup of coffee?" He finished, and Ophelia agreed within a beat.

"I'd love to!"
Later when they were leaving for the café, Jumin caught a glimpse of himself in the elevator door—the uncharacteristically dopey grin on his face catching him off guard. "So this is why assistant Kang looked like that…" he murmured without realizing.
Ophelia, standing beside him, sniggered to herself—making Jumin turn to her. "Did I look too weird?" he questioned, making Ophelia laugh out loud. But somehow it didn't make him feel embarrassed, and instead, he felt an odd sense of accomplishment after making her laugh.
The elevator dinged once they reached the basement, and her giggles having subsided, Ophelia placed a hand on his shoulder before rising on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"You never look weird."
The action left Jumin frozen in his place, and before he could even respond, Ophelia strode out as the doors opened. She turned to give him a glance over her shoulder,
"Are you going to follow me or—?" she raised an eyebrow.
Of course, I am. He smiled, before striding out.
Once having arrived the café, the two sat in tranquil silence—with Jumin eyeing his drink (a caramel frappe, something Ophelia insisted he should try) with interest, and Ophelia in return eyeing Jumin with a similar interest mirrored in her eyes.
"What?" catching her stare, Jumin asked. And while most would turn their eyes away, Ophelia's eyes remained unmoved, and instead, she pursed her lips around the straw—sipping her drink before finally replying.
"It's just, you stand out a lot." She shrugged, glancing at the others present in the café. And it wasn't entirely wrong. Out of all places, Jumin concurred Starbucks wasn't somewhere people wore three-piece business suits to.
"In a bad way or good way?" he questioned immediately, making Ophelia smile.
"Good, I suppose. You fill those suits really nicely." Her comment made him choke on the sip of his coffee—followed by coughing that she simply giggled at.
"I'm so sorry, it was something that needed to be said."
"No need to apologize, I simply wasn't expecting that." Jumin replied awkwardly, with a bashful smile of his own, "Thank you."
He was rewarded with another smile, and the two continued to sit in silence together, the original purpose of their visit forgotten entirely. And truth be told, Jumin hadn't exactly forgotten, but he wasn't going to ruin it by bringing up work now, (what if she thinks I'm robotic and boring like everyone? He reasoned.) Besides, it was rare that quiet between two people was so comfortable; even in silence, Ophelia Chan was excellent company.
No, he wasn't going to bring up work anytime soon.
"Have you ever had a crush on anyone, Ophelia?" out of sudden, Jumin asked. Ophelia—who had been staring out of the window—hummed in response, her eyebrows pinching together as if she were concentrating.
"I don't think so, nope." She replied, to which Jumin countered almost instantly. "That's not possible, everyone has a crush on someone at least once in their life."
Ophelia turned to him with a bemused look on her face, "Well, I still have time. Maybe my first 'crush'—" she emphasized with air quotations, "has yet to come in my life. It's just… I don't think I ever got the time. Growing up, we constantly kept moving, so I never stayed in one place for too long. Its better, if you think about it now, at least I never had to suffer heartbreak."
Her words made an involuntary tug rise at the corners of Jumin's mouth, as he took another spoonful of the whipped cream on the top of his cup. "And what about currently? Do you have a crush on someone?"
In response, Ophelia reached forward to take a spoonful of whipped cream from his cup—earning herself a confused glance—before she replied slyly, "Wouldn't you like to know?" she gave him a cheeky wink, making Jumin raise a brow, before adding. "What about you? Does Mr Chairman has had a crush on someone before?"
 
Jumin mirrored her look with a cock of his head, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

JUMIN YOON had never wasted 
his time on trivial matters such as 
romance . he was much better off 
without having to deal with matters 
like this , thank you . 

but there was an instance back years 
ago that made his heart beat a little 
more faster than usual . made his 
face warm up more than considered 
normal . and made his stomach do a 
weird little flip that he couldn't quite 
comprehend what it was back then.

it wasn't like it meant anything , 
though . right ?

The Yellow Sea was the biggest sea bordering the Pacific. The average depth was about 56 meters with its center reaching 60 to 90 meters deep, and the deepest region in the north near Jeju Island was 140 meters deep. It couldn't compare to the ocean with depths of up to ten thousand meters, but its depth of over a hundred meters could already be considered an abyss for mankind.
If you thought about a hundred meter tall building, you would understand its greatness.
Chu Xian splashed into the sea like a dragon roaring through the ocean. The endless water all around reminded him of a great poem: Great sea, how wide you are, how majestic! Poet Chu Xian….
"Fish who don't want to enter the sea are all salty fish (1), heehee. From now on, my next journeys will be to the stars and the ocean (2)!"
Chu Xian swished his tail excitedly and rushed forward into the depths. As he moved, he activated the god's eye view and his new sonar detection. Shapeless waves spread out and black and white creatures appeared in his mind.
"The god's eye view lets me see sixty meters around myself in incredibly high definition, and the sonar lets me see six kilometers around myself albeit in a fuzzier manner. The two abilities are a perfect match, and if there's any danger, I can escape. Even though I'm three meters long, I should still be careful and not risk anything!"
Multiple small fish appeared in his view along with seaweed, rocks and different shrimp at the bottom of the sea. There weren't any big fish near the coast, let alone any schools of fish. The Chinese population wouldn't let any schools of fish remain near the shore for long.
Chu Xian's speed was about twenty meters per second - not too fast but not too slow. He sped towards deeper waters, and when he occasionally encountered some bigger fish, he flashed by and swallowed them.
Pomfret: Energy 110
Gift: None
"Tsk tsk. Saltwater fish of the same weight generally have higher energy than freshwater fish." Chu Xian swallowed the pomfret in one bite.
"But each bite I take is worth more than a hundred RMB. Crazy!"
There were many kinds of pomfrets, and the common ones sold in the market were only around ten RMB per cattie, but the higher-quality farmed ones were worth a couple hundred RMB. If the word "wild" was added to the name, the price could be hiked up by ten times or more.
"The ocean really deserves the nickname of the 'Blue Treasury'." Chu Xian could see all kinds of fish and some lobsters that were probably around two or three catties, but the sea wasn't that densely populated. He could only spot one or two fish every thousand or so meters.
"If I spend the night catching fish, lobsters, and crabs, I can earn more than ten thousand RMB!"
After swimming for about three hours, Chu Xian was more than a hundred kilometers away from the coast. At that point, he didn't keep swimming, but instead, he turned around and followed his way back to the coast. He was afraid if he strayed from his path, he wouldn't be able to find his way back, especially considering how difficult it was to navigate in the giant ocean.
"It'll be safer to come with a ship, otherwise I'll be an aimless fly in the ocean. I should take a look around the coast for now!"
Chu Xian thought as he swam quickly.
"Eh? A giant sea turtle! Huge!" On the way back, Chu Xian encountered a sea turtle. Just as he was hesitating about whether to attack the turtle, it had already reacted and retracted into its shell.
Chu Xian bit the tortoiseshell hard, but he couldn't even make a dent. He left the turtle where it was and swam away. When he happened to pass a giant lobster, he swallowed it down, but unfortunately, his energy didn't increase.
"If only the system could upgrade by devouring sea creatures that aren't fish!"
Chu Xian thought, and he had the feeling the system wasn't reasonable at all. If the upgraded system used energy, why didn't devouring other creatures increase his energy pool?
"Eh? The sonar shows a huge creature!" Suddenly, a giant figure appeared on Chu Xian's sonar detection.
"It looks like a whale seven or eight meters long. If it isn't a small finback, it'll be a killer whale. Sharks are rarely seen in the Yellow Sea!" Chu Xian noticed that the huge figure was swimming towards him, so he sped up and swam away.
He already knew he was considered a natural enemy to fish, and even normally mild-mannered fish attacked him whenever he swam by.
After the huge figure disappeared from his sonar detection, Chu Xian slowed down and devoured small yellow croakers, hairtails, chub mackerels, Spanish mackerels, yellow-boned fish, Chinese herrings, Clupea Pallasis, and cod non-stop.
Although the fish population wasn't as dense as in the Mississippi, the high energy content compensated for it and his energy increased just as quickly as it had in the US.
"I'm almost at the coast. Let's look to the left!" Chu Xian swam over quickly.
"There are so many seagrasses and colorful plants. Beautiful!"
A large cluster of seagrass, colorful sea creatures and small fish of many different colors appeared in his view.
"This clump of seagrass isn't small!" He could see through his sonar that this area was extremely wide, though not so deep. The deepest area was around fifty or sixty meters, and the whole place was filled with many sea plants. Some of the bigger ones were one or two meters tall, creating a dense habitat for the small fish swimming around inside.
"An ocean prairie!" Chu Xian thought to himself in admiration, and he swam closer. The location was excellent for lobsters, and he might be able to find a large group and make a lot of money.
Chu Xian swam into the seagrass and the colorful plants made his eyes spin. Occasionally, small colorful shrimp crawled on the seabed underneath him, and he even spotted some of the shrimp Germany's Primordial Fish Farm showed off at the Aquarama.
"There are quite a few of these small shrimp. I can sell these at the store!"
"Why aren't there any giant lobsters? There are so many small shrimp - how come there are no big ones?"
Chu Xian swam past a big rock, but to his astonishment, there were no giant lobsters and only a difficult group of creatures.
A smack of jellyfish (3) floated in front of his eyes, shining blue in the ocean. Their tentacles waved lightly in the water. This image was like a dream, but hiding underneath the pretty veneer was a danger that terrified Chu Xian.
"There's a box jelly fish, what the f***. The tentacles are at least three meters long!"
In front of his eyes, a giant jellyfish waved its body. Its head was as big as a basin, and its countless tentacles floated gently in the water. It was beautiful, but on every tentacle were dotted bladders with hollow needles invisible to the human eye, each filled with poison.


A chance to change, challenge destiny, make dreams a reality, and live a legend! A regular man gains a system that allows him to turn into a fish! 
In the modern world, a young man gains an unconventional system that gives him the power to transform into a fish! With this strange power, he shoots for the stars!

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