Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
PDF : Lumia
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By the end of the day, Riwall got the skills related to blunt and pole weapons.


---CONGRATULATIONS!---

--Skill Branch Level Up--
-Melee Combat - Level 1-> 2

--New Skill Unlocked--
<Blunt Weapon Combat> - Level 1

--New Skill Unlocked--
<Pole Weapon Combat> - Level 1


As soon as Riwall finished the last routine, Edward said a few words about how Riwall needs to keep his high-intensity approach to the training and excused himself.


Riwall made his way to the shared bath, which resembled the ones made by the Romans, and got rid of all the sweat and red clay. He took notice of how the bathwater got slightly red-colored when he entered but in a few seconds became pristine again. According to a soldier that was there, it was thanks to an enchantment done on the floor titles.


He left his clothes in a trunk in the change room and was already dreading the fact that he would have to use it again after taking a bath. However, he was pleasantly surprised to open the trunk and find out that it was also an enchanted piece and that his clothes were as clean as possible.


Immediately he noticed one of the limitations of it: the clothes would be clean, but any damage done to them would not be fixed.


{I will have to ask Joshua for a few spare sets, this one won't last a week if today's training is the parameter.}


After asking for directions, he found his way to Hector's classroom. The Adventure's Guidmaster was already there taking notes of a book in front of him. Riwall had to cough to get his attention.


"Oh, welcome, Riwall! Please take a seat." Hector said with a smile.


{His demeanor is the complete opposite of what he showed in the guild, he is all giddy and full of smiles now. Back in the Guild he barely had any reaction when mom cried!}


"First, let me tell you how happy I am to be the teacher of you and your companions. I work as a bureaucrat because I am good at it and someone has to do the job, but my passion lies in researching magic and teaching it to the next generations."


He continued.


"According to your files, I have to help the other two develop their mana pathways. I expected this much anyways. It's extremely rare for commoners to have heirloom designs like most noble houses. Imagine my surprise when I read that you already had a pathway! Give me your hand. Let me check it for any fixable problems."


Riwall was reluctant to let a stranger circle their mana through his body. Hector noticed it and said reassuring words.


"Don't stress yourself. Even if I had any ill intentions, you would not be able to do anything. Hellen came to the guild an hour after Joshua left and asked me to check you, she said you designed your pathways alone and without any guidance. As you are still young and the pathways are fresh, I will be able to fix anything done wrong."


Riwall nodded and let Hector perform the check-up, he told Friday to keep her guard up, but she rebuked him by saying that she could not even imagine what she would be able to do to stop a mage as strong as Hector.


Hector's mana was much more fluid than Erika's. It made him feel cold and relaxed at the same time.


[In some ways his mana remembers Erika's, but this coldness stands out. It is a theory, but I think each person may have their mana attuned to specific concepts.]


Hector finished cycling his mana through Riwall's mana pathways and immediately started taking notes about something.


"Excuse me Mr. Hector, but is everything ok?" Riwall voice snapped the Guildmaster out of his trance. He had a happy smile as he started sharing his findings.


"It's more than ok! I don't know how you did it, but your pathways are perfect. I have to give the merits of that to your Bless; your mother told me it was a high-grade one, so I can only assume it was responsible for this. No way someone without a deep understanding of magic could come up with such an ingenious design. We will talk more about it later, but I will give you some books about techniques to hide your pathways from other mages."


He got serious before continuing.


"Never let others know about your design. Anyone would kidnap you and hurt you to get their hands on a design like yours. Even the Marsastor's best design pales when compared to yours. As soon as I can, I will personally instruct you in ways of hiding and disguising it. You have my word."


Riwall gulped at the idea of being tortured again. Of the few things he clearly remembered about his previous life. Nothing was as clear as his memories of the pain he suffered.


The private session with Hector came to an end when Anna and Gregory arrived. Hector dismissed Riwall, but not before giving him ten books about magic and two about pathways-hiding techniques.


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Back in his room, Riwall looked disappointed at the books in front of him.


{These things can barely be called books, the handwriting of half of them is abysmal, and only one has more than 200 pages!}


[Well, these are the very first books thaught to children, what did you expect? A dissertation made by a master to his peers?]


{I expected at least something that would take us more than an hour to finish!}


[You know very well that you will only take one hour because of me. No one else can memorize a book with a single glance. On top of that, I will cross-reference the texts between them, rule out inconsistencies, fill the gaps, and finally, create a new and improved book on the subject using techniques from Earth.]


{Ok, fine, you won.}


[Get to work then! These books won't open themselves and turn the pages.] She said with a commanding voice, making Riwall flinch and salute the air.


{Yes ma'am!}


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It took only 10 minutes for them to fill Friday's database with the book's contents and another 30 minutes for her to create a new one. Using the Earth's modern take on pedagogical techniques, the result was a book that used a simple language to convey complex concepts, making the harsh learning curve of the original texts something that could be easily absorbed even by kids.


Each of the kids received a big stack of parchment, a quill pen, and a small bottle of ink from Hector. Riwall went for the only desk of the room and got right into transcribing the book compiled by Friday.


He browsed the book in his mind and requested her to create some drawings to make some concepts even more accessible, which she promptly complied with.


She let go of all restraints they put together not to draw Edward's attention during training and guided Riwall's hands with mechanical precision.


In only 1 hour the 50 pages book was fully transcribed with impeccable handwriting. If someone from Earth were to look at it, they would say it was printed from a PDF. The drawings shared the same quality, but Riwall let himself be more creative and, with Friday's help, produced pieces that were both educational and beautiful to look at.


---CONGRATULATIONS!---

--New Skill Branch Unlocked--
-Academics - Level 1-

--New Skill Unlocked--
<Scribing> - Level 1 

--New Skill Branch Unlocked--
-Arts - Level 1-

--New Skill Unlocked--
<Drawing> - Level 1 


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---CONGRATULATIONS!---

--Skill Branch Level Up--
-Academics - Level 1-> 3

--Skill Branch Level Up--
-Arts - Level 1-> 5

--Skill Levell Up--
<Scribing> - Level 1 -> 8

--Skill Levell Up--
<Drawing> - Level 1 -> 15


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{By Odin's beard! Look at those gains!}


[That was unexpected. We now know for sure that our previous assertions were correct. The System does indeed rewards results more than effort.]


Suddenly Riwall felt a migraine starting to take form in his head.


{Uh, Friday, should I not be immune to migraines with you here and all?}


[The System is sending a massive influx of knowledge related to <Scribing> and <Drawing>, I am already intercepting it to make it easier for you to absorb.]


True to her words, Friday took only one minute to make the pain go away, and Riwall got to experience the feeling of learning dozens of drawing techniques and a handful of scribing techniques in the blink of an eye.


{What the hell was that? So scribing is the skill that allows someone to write spell books, enchantments, and glyphs? The System only taught me a few techniques on how to avoid minor mistakes when making those three, but nothing more. The drawing techniques are kind of useless. Everything it taught me cannot produce better results than our shared efforts.}


[Don't dismiss it so quickly. Not only does this knowledge complements what I have in my database, but it offers us insights that artists have on drawing that cannot be put into words. With only this much, I am already confident we can produce drawings even better than the ones we just made.]


{Well, if you say so. Now, do you mind imprinting the content of your book in my mind?}


Friday helped his brain absorb everything in the book they made. According to it, magic casting revolves around providing a spell with three things: intent, information, and mana.


The intent dictates the nuances of the spell. If a healer wants his spell to heal, he needs to wish for it to heal the patient. Should the healer harbor ill intention, the spell will be twisted and can make a broken bone heal in the wrong way or heal the exterior of a wound while leaving the inside damaged.


Information is directly related to how mana-efficient the spell will be. If the mage visualizes how his spell needs to change the reality around him,  it will take less mana and time to achieve the results desired. For example, if Riwall wants to make a flame, he can do it in two different ways. Either he plainly wishes for it to manifest, or he visualizes all the physics behind the existence of the fire. In the first scenario, he will have to expend vast amounts of mana to achieve what could be done with a fraction if he used the second method.


And finally, the third requisite is mana itself. This mysterious energy is what fuels changes in reality. The clearer the mana, the more efficient it is as a fuel. Take Hector cold mana for example, according to the book and Friday's observations; his mana is attuned to water, which means he will have an easier time using it to cast water spells than if he tried to use it for casting fire and dark ones.


The book then goes a long way into showing how to cast your first spells. As all ten books were made with kids as the target audience, they still lacked much information. But it was more than enough for Friday to begin researching it.


[Want to try casting a spell or would you instead go to bed?] Friday taunted him.


{Like hell I would sleep after learning how to cast spells! Call my family and tell them I will be late for dinner! I will not rest until I can blow up an entire room!}



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A glimpse of the future:

 

"When I step into that arena to fight against the families that did us harm, the first thing I do will be cutting their tongues out so they won't be able to give up. You can just sit by the side, I won't hold it against you later."

 

Anna looked right into Riwall's eyes and said with a malicious smile.

 

"You make sure they can't give up, I will make sure they never forget the experience." She was so angry that her hand could not stop shaking.

 

Riwall was too emotionally invested at this moment to understand how wrong it was for a XX-year-old to say something like that.

 

"And what about you, Greg? Are you with us?" He asked.

 

Greg looked at his two friends and showed a hint of a smile before answering.

 

"You two are all I have left in my life, of course I will be with you all the way. Riwall will make sure they don't give up, Anna will make sure they regret what they did, and I will make sure to bring you two back home alive."

The dawn of Emotion Based A.I.s is here, John is the fifth test subject to have an AI implemented in his brain, and so far the first one to survive.

Blinded by the dream of immortality, the researchers push the tests to inhumane standards. John is obligated to take part in sessions of torture designed to test the limits of the AI influence over the physical and mental health. What was supposed to be a new beginning in life turns into living hell.

An (un)lucky twist ends his life. John then reincarnates with his AI in a new world where a System influences the interaction between Magic and Matter. With seemingly limitless potential and a game-like system influencing the world, the hero sets on his journey.

--AUTHOR NOTE, PLEASE READ--

I will state here my promises to you, potential reader:

1. No harem! I don't trust myself to make a harem feel natural or healthy, I never met any person who has a personality that can adapt and live in a harem for reasons that are not monetary, so I can't draw inspiration from real life. Sorry!;

2. The enemies will not be bland and illogically mean. Some may feel like that at first, but I will take great care in fleshing them out, trust me. You may end up hating some, but you won't be able to deny that they had their reasons for what they did;

3. I am using a paid (and expensive) automated editor tool, and I take longer to write because I take my time in editing the stuff I write. I am aiming to improve and I will not shy away from constructive criticism, nor take offense for no reason;

4. Characters will die and will suffer, some will get over the tragedies and improve, others will not be as resilient.

5. This novel has a lot of ground to cover, it is neither a short story, a manual on crafting, or the script of some action scene. There will be both time skips and oversimplifications of some actions for the sake of moving the story forward. Time skips will be more prominent in the first 30 chapters. I will describe crafting processes and fights with more detail if they are essential for the chapter;

6. If I took my time describing something, it's because it is important. I hate novels that wastes time describing useless stuff. If you skim over something, the chances are that something in the future will not make sense. I am an adept of "Chekhov's gun" principle;

7. If in the future Webnovel comes to offer me a contract, I will first reach for the readers to know their opinion and see if they want to donate through other sites or not. It would be a dream come true to live of writing, but not if the cost is the alienation from the people that supported me along the way;

8. I already have 31k words on my auxiliary documents, I have a plan for the story, and I will not be making changes even if someone ends up noticing some foreshadowing and figures out what will happen. The story comes first.

9. I have a wife, a job that demands 9h every day and courses related to my job (lawyer) three days of the week, it's unlikely that I will be able to do mass releases at all. I will have a healthy amount of chapters to be able to post at least 1 chapter every day continually. Don't worry.

10. I will read all the comments. I will listen to all you have to say and will try my best to accommodate demands as long as they do not hamper the path I prepared.

11. There is an arc that spans the entire novel. Each volume will be an arc in itself while progressing a little bit of the main arc. Every arc will have one or more main antagonists.


I think that's it! Thank you for reading it all. Have an awesome time reading my first novel!! <3

Derek's taken back by her suggestion. He glances at himself, then at Page before looking back to Ada.

"...No," He replies sternly, "That, can't be what he planned to do," Glancing back at Page, he notices the radio on her belt. He walks over and cautiously takes the radio off her belt as if it might wake her, "Jacob, you there?" He asks into the radio, "Jacob!" Some time passes by, and no response.

Derek stands there, staring at the radio, hoping for a response.

"Derek come on," Ada says as she places a hand on his shoulder, "We don't have-"

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Fifteen minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

"Time…Jacob, you better know what you're doing…" Ada mutters as she looks up at the ceiling where the automated voice came from, "Maybe there's a map of the place in here," She states as she walks over to the computer, a timer in the upper right corner displaying a timer till the meltdown, "We need to find a lab…" She mutters as she starts typing away.

"Derek, you there?!" Jacob's voice suddenly exclaims from the radio.

"Jacob, everything alright?" Derek asks.

"Everything's fine-!" His voice quickly cuts off, a loud metallic bang echoing somewhere near him. Ada glances over at Derek as she plugs her phone into the computer, "What's wrong?"

"...Were you planning on injecting Page with the virus that's in me?" Derek asks as more noises can be heard in the background.

"I doubt that's how Luther brought you back, he must have made something new. Check all the files, there must be something about reviving dead people somewhere in the place,"

There's a lot more clanging.

"Get back here!" A deep, disgruntled, unknown voice shouts.

"Who's that? What's going on Jacob?" Ada asks as she walks up to Derek.

"Nothing, everything's fine! Just focus on finding that revive!"

"Jacob? Jacob?!" Derek asks, but there's no response.

"I was barely able to get access to the map of this place," Ada says as she unplugs her phone from the computer, "If we have any chance of getting any important files we need to get to Luther's personal computer," She grabs her phone, opening a map of the lab, "But I don't see a head office of any sorts,"

"Let me see," Derek says, holding a hand out. Ada hands him the phone and he looks through it. There's an upper floor, which they're on, and a lower floor. Leaving the hall would put them in the upper east wing, with the door to their left being a break room that has stairs leading down below. The first room of the lab they had entered was Sub Lab 2, which connects to a garden room and the Upper Main Lab. There's a room for offices on the lower floor, but there's no main office.

Luther had his own office back at the lab I was in...but he did most of his stuff on the computers in the labs themselves…

"The main lab," Derek says, turning the screen toward Ada and pointing at it, "Luther must have used a computer in there to keep his data,"

"The main labs split into two floors," Ada grabs a knife from her belt and hands it to Derek, "I'll check downstairs, you check up here,"

Derek nods in response before Ada grabs her phone and heads out of the room into the upper east wing. Derek soons follows, seeing Ada disappear into the door to the left. As the door clicks he stands there for a second, staring at the door leading out to sub lab 2. He tightens his grip on the knife and heads for the door. Entering sub lab 2 the zombie Ada had shot and kicked to the floor was back up, and only a few feet from Derek, quickly taking notice of him. He swings the knife upward at the zombie, salshing it across the face.

Before the zombie can recover from the blow Derek plunges the knife into the side of its head. The zombie starts to fall to the floor, Derek having to let go of the knife before it breaks from the pressure. Two other zombies in the room take notice of him and start making their way to him as he pulls the knife out of the corpse's head. The lights suddenly turn off, with red ones turning on, giving the lab an unnerving redish-black tone.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Ten minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Fuck, I don't have time for this!

Derek runs towards the door to the main lab, a zombie blocking his path. He jumps up onto a nearby table, knocking over several glass vials. He jumps off the other end of the table and runs for the door. He enters a massive room full of tables, giant testing tubes filled with glowing liquids, and some computers on some tables at the ends of the room. The red lights almost make the liquid in the tubes look like blood. The room is easily twice the size of the sub lab. One of those large creatures that had chased Derek back in the lab he had woken up in floats inside one of the test tubes near the middle of the room.

He hurries over to the closest computer which is only a few feet away to his left. The computer is already unlocked, a timer in the upper right corner and a red warning symbol in the bottom right by the date. Several folders cover the desktop, a lot with different names in other languages that must be the names of various B.O.W's and viruses. He stops scanning the names when he sees one called "Derek". He quickly opens it up, a little over eight minutes left on the timer.

Opening the folder, even more folders are inside. Derek lets out a grunt of annoyance as he quickly reads the names of the folders. They're all dates. Some date to shortly after the incident in China. He starts with the most recent date, which dates back a couple months ago. An email labeled, "Success" catches his eyes. Opening it, he sees it's addressed to some guy named Norton. It reads:

"Success! After all this time, Phoenix is complete, and I was able to bring back Derek C. Simmons from the dead! I'm sure you're excited about this too, I'm already working on another vial of it and will send it to the lab in Mazraea along with the instructions on how to make it as promised,"

Derek clicks on the attachment in the email and a pdf opens up giving detailed instructions on how to make Phoenix. He sees a printer sitting right by the computer, so he clicks print and the pages soon start coming out of the printer.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Five minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Derek quickly grabs the pages, opening up a map of the lab and locating the chemical mixing lab, which is connected to the upper main lab in the far back left of the room.

I need more time! Jacob, I'm counting on you…

He runs through the main lab, hurrying to the chemical mixing lab.

…

"I'll check downstairs, you check up here," Ada says before leaving the hall and entering the east wing. Heading for the door to the left she enters a medium sized room a little smaller than the one she was in. The room has a tile floor, most of it being covered by a large carpet rug. Wooden counters line the right side of the room, a staircase leading downstairs sits at the other end of the room on the left side. A long blood trail leads from the door over the carpet to the stairs. She double checks her magazine.

Whatever made this trail better die in six bullets.

With time being a luxury she knows she doesn't have, Ada heads for the stairs. As she reaches the bottom half of the stairs she sees something feeding on a corpse that's the source of the blood trail. In the right side of the room down below is what looks like a human with a larger upper body hunching over its meal. Its left arm appears to be slightly more muscular than the average person's arm, but it's right arm has swollen up to something much larger. She can just barely see part of a giant eye on the shoulder.

You've got to be kidding me, did that lunatic really make another G?!

Before Ada can attempt to make her way down  the lights suddenly go out, with red ones turning on and dimly lighting up the place.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Ten minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Gosh dammit! I don't have time to have this thing chasing me, there's no way six bullets are enough for it! … Maybe, that thing Luther gave me will come in handy after all…

She reaches in her back pocket, pulling out a pair of ordinary looking shades. Putting them on and pressing a small button on the side she looks around, the glasses scanning the room for electronics. They lock on too many of the things on the counters, but she finds something on the door leading to the lower east wing. She clicks on another button, locking onto it. She grabs her phone, showing her an image of the thing she's locked onto.

Metal shutters, perfect.

She starts tapping on various things, getting it ready to close. Holding her phone tightly, she runs down the stairs, the mutated man taking notice of her. It lets out an inhuman roar before it starts to dash toward her as she runs past. She bursts through the door, quickly closing it and jumping away as she taps on the engage button. A heavy metal door comes down in front of the door. As she takes the glasses off she can hear the thing banging on the other side of the metal wall.

Hopefully that'll hold it…

Turning around into the east wing she sees she's not alone, six other zombies in the room with her. She presses a button on the inside of the glasses between the lenses before chucking it into the middle of the room. She puts an arm over her eyes as the glass explode with a bright flash, tiny flaming sparks flying around. One lands on her arm and she quickly puts it out. The zombies walk around blindly, some starting to catch fire from the sparks. She runs through them and heads into the sub lab 4. It looks identical to the room Derek, Jacob, and her had first entered. Luckily this room seems to be empty. She hurries to the door to the far right of the room leading to the main lab, but her steps awaken the zombies on the ground. They start to stand up, a couple standing in her path. She slides over a nearby table into the walkway in the middle and continues to the door. She enters a massive room, easily twice the size of the one she was just in. Tons of test tubes make two rows going down almost the entire length of the room. In the middle of the room is a slightly raised platform with stairs leading up to it from all four sides. Several computers sit in the corners of the platform.

She hurries past the test tubes, most filled with various disgusting things like human bodies in various stages of rot or mutation. Some of them look like even more messed up versions of the thing in the break room. She reaches the platform and goes to the closest computer, which is already unlocked, another timer in the upper right corner, displaying a little less than eight minutes, and a red warning symbol in the lower right by the date. Several folders with names of B.O.W's and other things cover the desktop. She sees one named "Derek" and clicks on it. It opens to show more folders, all labeled with various dates. Some date to shortly after the incident in China. Ada opens the most recent on, finding an email labeled, "Success". Opening it, she sees it's addressed to Norton.

So, you were still working with him all this time...guess you getting fired was just a cover up.

After she finishes reading it she clicks on the attachment, opening up the instructions. She plugs her phone into the computer and starts copying the files into it.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Five minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

The files in her phone, she quickly detaches it, pulling up the map on it and looking for a room where she could make it. The chemical mixing lab upstairs seems to be the best bet, however it's connected only to the upper main lab. An elevator sits at the far end on the left side of the room though, connecting the upper and lower main labs. She heads for the elevator. Reaching it she gets inside and presses the button to go up, the door closing before it starts up.

Jacob, you better do something and fast, you promised to help me get him back...

Terrasave agent Page is sent to a remote island to arrest her old work partner, who went rogue some time ago, and will end up fighting for her life as she struggles to survive a nightmarish outbreak that's unlike anything she's ever encountered.

Getting swirled in the vortex of stupidity, Seri starts following Zeal with her car. The dusk starts ebbing its gradual way into the night.
Seri's POV
Possibilities of happenings come flooding in, as if my body chemistry just sent them a blanket invitation. I feel the panic grow and coil my insides. My legs start shaking as I slowly press the accelerator. I feel like everything hinges on what I do. My brain constantly searches for his signs, like my car's GPRS which seeks for signal as I start moving towards the mountain passes. But like the GPRS he's out of range, faraway from reach. Water droplets wet my scarf. Tears roll down my cheeks. I am worried for him. I fear his inexistence. In the mid of all of it I see a trailer coming in my direction. I was so engrossed in thinking that I didn't notice what I was doing. I feel my pulse pounding in my temples as I press the breaks hard. I shut my eyes. I hear the loud sounds of the electrocardiographic monitor. It beeps fast. Its sound resonates in my heart's core. I feel dizzy.  My brain starts moving in the state of unconsciousness. Suddenly, the ECG stops beeping. I feel everything fade away. The sandglass which once stood on the car's deck breaks into innumerable pieces filling the air with sand. The glass flakes glint as the moon shines. I don't know why it hurts. Maybe because in the end it all matters. I feel cold. I hear the faint sound of the ambulance. It all turns black.


INCHEON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, South Korea
 Reo picks a magazine 'Is Hanzo Ken going to die?' was printed on its cover. Reo first stares at the cover and then laughs. He flips the pages and finds two envelopes in it. He picks it up and sees that it addresses him. He rips it from the top and sees a letter enclosed in it. He was about to open the letter but just then his gaze falls on a girl. A rather odd one. 
Her face was hidden and unlike the crowd she was not at all in interested in what was happening in this world. Her hat falls. He was taken aback. Not by the beauty but by her resemblance. She resembled the one which he saw while hacking. She was with that boy who was prominent in his sister's computer's search history. Suddenly his thoughts break as rain droplets hit the window ledge and he realizes he has more important things to do.


Outer Seoul
An expensive car racing at high speed suddenly stops outside a medicine shop. A young teenager wearing a black mask steps out of the car. His hair was messy and his hands were red. He had a small wound on the corner of his forehead. He was wearing a loose blue hoodie with black ankle length jeans. He walks inside the shop.
"A cortisone shot please" the boy asks. "Can I see your prescription?" the pharmacist asks. He looks at Zeal with suspicious eyes. "Will PDF of the prescription work?" . The pharmacist hesitates at first but then says yes. Zeal shows him his prescription. He pays for it and walks to his car. He sits on his seat and then gulps down some water from the water bottle kept in the car. He then stuffs a piece of cloth in his mouth and injects the shot in his body. Warmth starts spreading through his body. His pain freezes. He takes the cloth out and breathes heavily. He waits for ten minutes and then grabs his phone. There were 23 calls from a contact 'End of my peaceful day'. He stares at the screen for a minute but then puts his phone back on the side seat. He looks at the flickering street light through his car's window. He then stares at his hands and puts the empty syringes back in their bags. He starts driving. 
After a forty minute drive his car stops in front of a school. He steps out and moves towards the Girls dormitory. As it was almost ten there were hardly any students out. His face was pale and his eyes were so worn out that the rest were not being able to identify him. He moves into the building and enters in the lift. He steps out on the third floor and moves towards right. He knocks on the door of the second room. A girl comes out. "Is Seri Choe here?" "She moved out three days ago." "Sorry for disturbing you." He says and moves towards the lift. He exits the building and enters back in his car.


Park Hyatt Hotel, Seoul
Zoe steps out of the car. Korea is indeed different. She felt like a complete stranger here. She enters the beautiful building and approaches the lady on the reception desk. "Ms.  Zoe Jung right?" "Yes" "Welcome to South Korea. I hope your flight was comfortable." "Yes" "Ma'am, he will be escorting you to your room. Your luggage has been shifted from your car to your room already." The lady says pointing towards a subordinate. "We hope you have a pleasant stay." "Thanks" she says and starts following the subordinate. As she presses the elevator button she notices someone looking at her. She looks back but then their eye contact gets broken. What a strange person, she thinks.

Everyone is in the same game; just different levels,  dealing from the same hell; just different devils. 

Reo is An ordinary but extraordinary high schooler, the upcoming CEO of the world’s biggest company, with life looking all glitter..but what about the real side?
A tech. A linguist. An idol. An unordinary girl. All together. Rain.
 
Every person you know, has a person you don’t know.
Every person you meet, is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Note: All the characters and place in the story are purely a string of imagination. The matching of names in real life would be coincidental. Several references have been taken from the internet. All rights have been reserved.

Three days later, System Space.
Fang Ning slept without a care in the world, but as he woke from his dreams, he suddenly snapped, "This person is truly despicable. He'll always take his chances and assume that he won't fall into the same mistakes again if he isn't taught a lesson."
"Master, are you alright?" Heavenly Book baby quickly went up to console him at the sight of this.
 "Uh, don't be afraid, my Book baby, your master's fine." Fang Ning calmed himself down and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered what happened previously and felt like I shouldn't be helping that second rate good find loopholes in the Maxim. If not, things will just fall back into the same track and he'll use those loopholes against me — he'll even treat me as a slave. After all, that fella has no integrity." 
"You're right, master. That should be the way." His Heavenly Book baby agreed as it flapped its pages in relief. 
"Tsk… Mr. Rich Boss, Heavenly Book baby, how could you do this to me? We had a deal before you went to bed, you can't go back on your words." Sir System suddenly appeared and whined in lament.
"I'm not a hero, I'm just a normal person and normal human beings are fickle like that. Why would people say that a promise is worth a thousand ounces of gold if it wasn't too difficult to keep promises?" Fang Ning said righteously.
"Ugh, Richie, don't do this. Do you have no faith in my reputation after so many years of friendship?" Sir System moaned.
"Haha…" Fang Ning laughed coldly.
"Tell me, what do you want?" Sir System asked sullenly.
"Okay, we can talk after you upgrade Baby to Ancient-level, but I won't hand you anything on a silver platter anymore." Fang Ning made a hefty demand.
Having heard this, Heavenly Book baby shone golden beams. It was deeply moved by the request. 
Sir System quickly dismissed it, "Tsk… It can only level up to Mythical-level because I can't afford to pay for Ancient Level. Do you even know how much experience points I have now?"
"How much? You're always so secretive and defensive, I don't even know how much money you have," Fang Ning retorted spitefully.
"4363 billion experience points in total. After defeating that Law-Enforcing True Dragon last time, I was awarded 2000 billion experience points but it took 3000 billion for my Dragonization Ability to be leveled up to Ancient-level," Sir System murmured.
"Eh, then wouldn't it be enough if you defeat it a few more times?" Fang Ning had a flash of wit.
"Ugh, no, no, it might've worked in the past but with more sophisticated rules now, I won't be awarded experience points if I repeatedly defeat my opponent without it improving in power," Sir System quickly explained.
"Ah, what a pity." Fang Ning sighed.
"Yeah, that's why I'm counting on you, Mr. Rich Boss." Sir System immediately cajoled.
"Cut out your nonsense. When Heavenly Sword was upgraded to Ancient-level last time, you only spent 1000 billion experience points. How is it insufficient now when you have 4000 billion?" Fang Ning got back on the topic at the sudden thought of the Ancient-Level Heavenly Sword of character. 
"It's different; the function of that stupid sword was simple, but your precious game book is all-encompassing. It's the Horn of the Azure Dragon and the Senior Grand Secretary, so it would cost at least ten trillion experience points for me to upgrade it to Ancient-level," Sir System said dejectedly. 
"Forget it, we'll only level up to Mythical-level then." Fang Ning decided to let this second rate good go and secure the bag first.
System Notification: [The System has consumed 50 billion experience points to upgrade the Master-level game book to Legendary-level.
The System has consumed 700 billion experience points to upgrade Master-level game book to Mythical-level. 
The game book was equipped with an overall function enhancement and a newly acquired Mythical-level function — Game World, which will automatically absorb the souls of the game book's contractors into Game World after their death. Game World's function is open for editing.]
"Oh, I've gotten my money's worth with this function alone." Fang Ning said, pleasantly surprised. He felt himself getting excited. 
"Is that so? Are you happy now?" Sir System quickly took the opportunity to say. 
"It's alright. Oh yeah, how are things going with the mutated Whitestone people in the past few days that I've been asleep? Didn't you say that they'd be placed in a small enclosed world?" Fang Ning quickly asked.
"Don't worry, Richie, I wouldn't dare to put off your orders. I've built a formation on Lunaette for the past two days called the Vitality-Sealing Major Formation of Enlightenment and Afflictions, where the mutated Whitestone people who can't control their reproduction can seek refuge and live normally without absorbing external vitality," Sir System said confidently. 
"That's more like it. I see you're quite efficient in handling work." Fang Ning was glad.
"Of course! Heavenly Book baby, quick, show your Master the location," Sir System urged. 
At that moment, the shining golden Heavenly Book flipped its pages to a segment regarding clans and stopped on the column about "Whitestone people".
Fang Ning watched as the golden pages started to reveal a scene. 
Once the deadly still, deserted Lunaette was now adorned with hints of greens and white. 
Clusters of white, tiny flowers grew on the greyish-white surface of stones while stalks of green vines crept atop rocks. 
From time to time, there would be a few white, squarish Whitestone people who would approach the rocks to pick flowers to eat. After that, they would lie down and sleep once they had found a sweet spot for that. 
"Eh, weren't Whitestone People supposed to be hardworking? Why are they living like pigs now?" Fang Ning was shocked at the sight of this. 
Heavenly Book baby explained hurriedly, "Oh, Master, about that, it was ordered by Clan Leader Shi Gan who said that Whitestone people have been reproducing too much, so their vitality consumption must be reduced to prevent overconsumption. He made sure everyone started by working on themselves and had stop comparing their Proficiency and Cultivation Base among one another. This is why other than Whitestone people who can transform magical energy, all the other dimwits had to reduce their vitality consumption by sleeping more."
"Ah, what a bunch of honest stones."
Upon hearing this, Fang Ning could not help thinking about some truly kind and upright people.
For example, there were some colleagues in his old company who did not just stay when the company had financial issues, they even offered to have their salaries reduced to help out…
Although these stone people had a strong reproductive ability, there were only over 200 of them left when they were in the Upper Realm. However, it was apparent that they were trying to save the world by cutting down their consumption for a great mansion on the point of collapse, their efforts were futile. 
Contrastingly, Spirit Lords who consumed huge amounts of vitality were not even concerned about whether the difference was apparent. 
"Tell them, the amount that they're saving won't make a difference. So, they should work harder on their Cultivation Base and focus on increasing the production of magical energy instead. Somebody else can worry about big issues like that."
"Understood, master." Heavenly Book baby quickly noted Fang Ning's orders.
Following that, images flashed quickly before the scenery on Lunaette was projected. 
Fang Ning quickly saw an enormous ring-shaped valley that was shrouded by fog. 
Under the heavy mist, one could vaguely see the Whitestone people who were stacked to form layers. With black spots on their bodies, it was easy to differentiate them from normal Whitestone people. 
"Uh, beneath that is the Vitality-Sealing Formation in which System Daddy made and within that are the mutated Whitestone people sitting on top of one another. They are barely getting by."
Remembering the Whitestone people's kindness earlier, Fang Ning softened and said, "This is tragic, can't you spare some space for them to sleep? Can't you just expand the area of the formation, Sir System? Make this small world a little bigger, because it's a real low blow if this is what you mean by small world."
"I can't call it a small world if I make it bigger," Sir System muttered.
"What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you," Fang Ning said humorlessly.
"Oh, I'll enlarge it right away. I'll guarantee at least 7 square meters of living space per person." Sir System gave in immediately.
"Mmm, that's more like it, it's not like I was trying to force an impossible task on you. We should help kind people like these more often in the future. After all, there are many deceitful opportunists out there and they are not kind at all. It's rare to be able to meet kind and honest people, so we shouldn't let them get the short end of the stick," Fang Ning advised earnestly. 
"Mmhm, you are right in reprimanding me, Richie. Only with your guidance can this humble System move forward without going astray," Sir System said obediently. 
System Notification: [The System made the correct decision with the Host's guidance and obtained a 24-hour God-level buff, the number of experience points gained will be increased by fifty percent.]
"Not bad, there are still some benefits to this God-level Maxim," Fang Ning said, satisfied.
"I shall go and get busy then, Mr. Rich Boss. Please do keep that thing in mind," Sir System reminded. 
"I know, I know, just leave already," Fang Ning said as he went to the System Cyber Café.
Once he sat down, he saw that the computer that was previously on fire had been fixed. There was a smooth Internet connection and none of the data was lost. 
On the desktop was a PDF file titled Information regarding God-level System, formatted in huge, bolded red font.
Fang Ning opened the file and started to read.
In the document were descriptions of all the functional changes that had occurred after Sir System leveled up to a God-level System. 
"The System consumed 3000 billion experience points to prepare for an upgrade for Dragonization Ability to Ancient Level, checking prerequisites…"
"Examining physical strength…Pass."
"Examining soul strength… Pass."
"Examining battle skills… Pass."
"Upgrade approved."


Procrastinator extraordinaire, Fang Ning, had lost his consciousness after banging his head on a night of celebration. He woke up to a realization that he no longer had control of his body, as a System had taken it over. Will he eventually regain control of his body or will he be trapped in his body forever? How does he maneuver this situation? What's in store for Fang Ning?

As Lu Zhou looked at Xu Wenhao happily walking out of his office, he smiled and shook his head. He reminisced for a second about his younger days. He then picked up the analysis reports on his table.
The analysis results were quite interesting.
The first analysis was the liquid meal replacement.
Even though Lu Zhou had never done any biology research, he still knew a little bit about biology. Also, Xu Wenhao's report abstract was written in relatively simple language, so he could still understand it.
According to the composition analysis, the liquid meal replacement food contained almost all nutrients required by the human body. It also contained a special active substance, which improved the activity and absorption of the human intestine. This increased the absorption of nutrients and reduced the excretion quantity.
Basically, if someone ate this for three meals a day, they would only have to sh*t once every three days, but they would urinate more often.
This thing could definitely be applied in spacecraft, where excretion was troublesome.
Also, in addition to being used in aerospace food, the active substance could be made into a health supplement.
As for the toxicology test of this active substance, the clinical experiments proved there were no obvious signs of toxicity. Xu Wenhao didn't do any experiments on humans, but Lu Zhou guessed it was probably fine.
After all, the future process of clinical and pharmacological tests was bound to become more and more sophisticated.
There was no reason for Lu Zhou to worry about "food safety".
After Lu Zhou finished reading the liquid food report, he began to read the report on the Future branded coke.
This report was slightly longer, and it was around a dozen pages long.
Other than the ingredient testing, Xu Wenhao also conducted clinical trials on mice for some of the most interesting substances.
It was worth mentioning that, like Lu Zhou's prediction, the coke had athletic enhancing abilities.
However, there was one part he was wrong. There wasn't a large amount of taurine; rather, a special amino acid substance was added.
This amino acid had stable chemical properties. It was insoluble in organic solvents, such as ethanol, and belonged to a special non-protein amino acid group. After being ingested into the human body, it did not participate in biological protein synthesis.
This amino acid had a special R group, which was more likely to bind to insulin receptors. This promoted cell glucose uptake and accelerated glycolysis.
Also, the amino acid could also accelerate the secretion speed of various human body glands. It improved the human body's metabolism level and stimulated nerve cells for a certain period of time.
More importantly, there was no toxic side effect!
But, Lu Zhou obviously knew that…
Because he had drunk this coke many times.
"This is basically NZT-48… The kind with no side effects."
Lu Zhou put down the report.
He was only curious about one thing. Which was whether or not the energy medicine contained similar ingredients.
Unfortunately, he drank all of the energy medicine when he was working hard. He had to wait until next time to test the ingredients.
After reading the component analysis reports, Lu Zhou contemplated for a bit. He opened his computer and opened a new Word document. He began to type up two patent document drafts.
Even though he didn't plan on selling coke, the interesting substances in the two liquids had interesting applications.
Regardless of whether or not it would come in handy, Lu Zhou decided to register a patent first.
The two patent drafts didn't take him too much time. He didn't have to write in detail. Star Sky Technology had a professional patent management department that could do the miscellaneous work for him.
Considering the fact that Star Sky Technology was in the patent licensing field, the examination and approval procedures weren't much of an issue. It wouldn't take long for the patent to be approved.
Lu Zhou leaned in his office chair and stretched his back. He placed the two reports aside and saw a notification on his laptop screen.
[Master, you have mail!]
"Okay."
Lu Zhou sat up straight and clicked the notification, which opened his email.
The email was from Yang Xu.
Lu Zhou could tell that the material analysis of the piece of clothing was completed.
He downloaded the PDF report from Yang Xu's email and began reading it. He started to get intrigued.
He glanced through the abstract and saw the transmission electron microscope image. He was in disbelief.
"… This is incredible."
Nano-thin wires were tangled intricately as they weaved into a solid mesh structure. 
The wire was made of hexagon-filled carbon nanotubes!
No wonder this material is so tough and has good thermal conductivity properties. It is wrapped in carbon nanotubes!
Other tests such as compression and tensile resistance tests were also in the report. 
Without using an actual gun for testing, just by looking at the data alone, Lu Zhou estimated that assault rifles would have difficulty penetrating through 2.2mm of this carbon nanofiber material.
If there were another layer of ceramic chip added to the clothing to disperse the impact force of the bullet, this piece of clothing would be impenetrable.
Lu Zhou couldn't help but mutter, "I can't believe this kind of material is made into a sweater, what a waste."
The SG-1 superconducting material used in the Pangu reactor was a similar kind of carbon nanotube. However, that material was so expensive that it was only used in controllable fusion reactors or atomic colliders. 
But now, there was someone using carbon nanotube fiber thinner than SG-1, to make clothes. Lu Zhou couldn't even imagine how expensive that would cost.
This thing could be applied in marine and industrial fields as high mechanical property cables. It could be made into bulletproof clothing or even tank armor. It could even be used in fighter jets and other aerospace applications. Lu Zhou had countless application ideas…
However, maybe in the future, this kind of material would become cheaper, and that's why they made it into clothes?
It's just like how aluminum was as expensive as gold a century ago, but now it's used in soda cans.
However, for now, Lu Zhou couldn't imagine using this kind of material to make clothes.
In short, this thing was an absolute gem of a treasure.
I guess I underestimated this sweater!
Lu Zhou immediately had an idea, and he stood up from his chair.
The Lunar Gateway moon space station program is about to begin.
What if I use this material on the lunar space station!


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

-SI in to Worm with a bloody Necronomicon, thankfully not the same Necronomicon from Ash Vs Evil Dead~ Chaotic Evil MC taking advantage of the better Book of the Dead!

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional) 

Frank awoke with a jolt, the concrete he laid upon offered little comfort as he stood with a groan. He was in an alley, but that couldn't be right, the shitty little town he lived in barely had two buildings close enough. He rubbed the grime out of his eyes, and groped around for his glasses, eventually finding them in his jeans, slipping them on he finally got a good look around.

It was the most stereotypical alleyway he could ever have conceived of and up above the tall buildings was a brilliant blue sky. He hadn't the faintest clue how he got here, the last thing he could remember was going out on a walk, or something, the past few hours were a little fuzzy. Had he been kidnapped or something? Almost as if to answer his question a heavy tome landed at his feet with a thud.

"What in the fuck?!" He exclaimed. But after a moment's hesitation, he bent down and picked up the strangely colored book.

'Necronomicon,' it read. Just beneath the gold emblazoned title was a note pinned to the distressingly textured cover. Written upon a thick parchment it read, 'Transported to a realm not thine own, with but two gifts and only a note to guide thee. Thou hast been granted an opened mind and a tome of great knowledge. The Queen Administrator shall fail, defeat the Warrior's shade and thine fate shall be revealed. Be forewarned displaced one, should thee fail in thine quest, death shall be a kindness.'

"What." The note was absorbed into the book's disturbingly textured cover. He blinked, the shock quickly wore away as he mulled over the note's words. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what was happening, and he was going to get an answer. The brown-haired man strolled out of the alleyway onto the mostly vacant sidewalk and walked up to a poor looking fellow leaning up against an abandoned storefront.

"Legend or Eidolon?" He asked.

"Psh, Alexandria's where it's at man, she's got an ass you could bounce a dime off," responded the scruffy-looking man with a chuckle.

"...Right, thanks," said Frank. He walked away without another word. All around him he saw a dense cityscape, off into the distance he could see a bay, leading out into the Atlantic, and right smack dab in the middle of it was an oil rig, enshrouded by a hazy energy field. The realization hit him like a hammer, and Frank couldn't decide between screaming out of fanboyish glee or gut-wrenching horror.

He leaned up against a building on the sidewalk, shaking lightly and nearly hyperventilating. Frank slowly leaned up against the wall and slide down it, eyes wide and mind racing the possibilities thrumming through his mind at a mile a minute. He was in Worm and had the Necronomicon, he was in fucking Worm and had the fucking Necronomicon. Frank chuckled lightly, and then it swiftly grew into deep belly-aching laughter.

After a moment, he collected himself, standing up he straightened his ruffled dull grey jacket, with a face filled with determination and heart full of terror he set out.

Chapter 2

The first order of business for any aspiring super person was to find a base of operations. Which was why Frank was strolling through a rundown neighborhood as he slowly stroked the cover of his new favorite book.

Judging by the distinct lack of swastikas and oriental people, in addition to the vast amount of shady looking poor people, he had to assume he was in or around the Merchant's turf, which was probably for the best, all things considered.

Frank slowly wandered the streets, looking through the run-down neighborhood after run-down neighborhood, attempting to find an abandoned house that hopefully wouldn't cave in on him. After nearly an hour of searching, he found just the right place, a tiny, shitty looking house surrounded by other, tiny, shitty looking houses.

It was a small one-floor abode, the paint was largely chipped away, the lawn overgrown and the windows mostly shattered, it was perfect. Frank walked along the overgrown brickwork leading up to the front door, idly kicking detritus out of the way. He pulled out his only weapon, a tiny, dull pocket knife. When he reached the entrance he walked over to an empty window frame and peered inside, it looked vacant, but who knew what horrors could be hiding inside. He climbed through the window frame as quietly as he could.

Frank's search of the largely barren home was uneventful and brief, the small one-bedroom home was inhabited with nothing but several rat carcasses, a small mountain of ancient used syringes, and a few badly worn pieces of furniture.

Frank plopped down on a cushionless couch that was the sole occupant of the living room and set the fleshy tome on his lap. Before him lay a book filled with untold horrors awaiting to be unleashed, a book filled with more eldritch knowledge than could even be conceived of by mortal man. His task was nigh insurmountable, and this was the tool given to him to accomplish it. Frank pondered his options for a long while, what he was willing to do to survive, what he was willing to do to win. He came to his resolution with a grimace, and a tinge of excitement, after all, Worm was all about doing the wrong things for the right reasons.

But before he set out on his quest there was one more thing he had to do. Frank held the book up by the back cover so that the pages at the end would fall to the front, they did, and then they continued to fall. He held it in that position for over a minute as pages continued to fall, the size of the book never changing. He chuckled. Frank stared at the book for a while longer, fear gripping his heart, preventing him from taking the first step.

He let out a quiet sight, with a determination born of a fear of another sort and an immense curiosity, he opened the Necronomicon. The language it was written in was of a strange sort, while appearing to just be random gibberish on the page, it somehow directly communicated the raw intent of the words into his mind. The first page was a preface of sorts, it stated that this 'Necronomicon' (as it's actual name was physically unpronounceable by humans) was a kind of compilation of all 'relevant' knowledge in the entire multiverse. Thank whatever random omnipotent being gave him this version, as the actual Necronomicon would have been fucking useless.

He turned the page, it was a table of contents.

'ROB is being so kind,' he thought.

As he read through the table of contents he realized something that should have been rather obvious. Not only was this tome a source of immense arcane lore, but technological knowledge as well. As he continued to read he also noticed that there were no page numbers. He pondered this issue for a moment if ROB was being so kind already… He thought of Shoggoths and turned the page, on it was a detailed entry on the biology and creation process of Shoggoths.

Before he really dived into it, he wanted to confirm a niggling suspicion he had. Turning to a page on directed energy weapons, he briefly skimmed it. Unlike tinker tech, the technology in this was completely genuine, no hyperdimensional fuckery here, just honest to tentacle covered god technology. Hopefully magic would be a bit easier to learn.

Turning to the introductory page on magic, he read over it, and it was actually fairly simple at its core. Magic was a lot like flexing a hidden muscle that you never knew you had. It was your connection to the very universe, something that most mortals never realized was there.

The first 'spell' the book stated a practitioner of magic should learn was a simple focusing exercise. Continuing with the muscle analogy, it was a lot like lifting weights, magical weights. It took him a couple of minutes to figure it out, but it was surprisingly easy. He continued the focusing exercise for a long while until he felt that he'd mostly gotten the hang of it.

He eagerly turned the page, now that he was a fully qualified wizard, it was time to learn some real magic!

Chapter 3

A/N: I'm grabbing most of the spells from the Call of Cthulhu Spell Grimoire (with some liberal modifications). You can find a free complete PDF online if you care to look it up.

The sun was rising, he hadn't even noticed the sunset in the first place. He closed the Necronomicon with a satisfying snap and stretched as he stood up, then immediately rushed outback as his bladder screamed for release.

After finishing his business he went into the kitchen and attempted to turn on the sink's faucet, nothing came out, while he hadn't expected the water to be on in this abandoned shithole, it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, he had yet to discover the secrets of immortality, so he still had to eat and drink, among all those other things those pesky mortals had to deal with. He needed to get money and food somehow, and he didn't have his wallet on him, so what other option was there but to go out and murder random Merchants and steal their stuff. In addition to some other things, of course.

Fortunately, during his binge reading session, he'd managed to learn one actual spell, plus a few other fun things. The spell allowed him to conjure an invisible, extendable, and exceedingly sharp razor out of thin air. It was basically Jack Slash's more obvious power, but better. And if Jack Slash could go head to head with the mightiest heroes, while murdering scores of people, obviously he could too.
​
But first, he'd need a few things, some clothing to better blend in and something to carry his stuff around in. He'd ended up stealing his disguise from a probably dead homeless person he'd found behind an abandoned store, which consisted of a brown jacket that was filthier than dirt, a beanie that smelled like it'd came out of a grease pit, and a bandanna that actually didn't smell or look that bad. His second item appeared in the form of a backpack that was made almost entirely of duct tape, which he'd found next to a homeless person that probably wasn't dead. Within the backpack he stored his precious Necronomicon, it was far more convenient than stuffing it under his shirt as he had been.

Finally, Frank began his hunt and did so for nearly three hours before he found his mark. It was an isolated group of shady looking guys leaned up against a wall quietly talking to each other. Logically, they had to be drug dealers working for the Merchants, and if not, oh well.

"Hey, you guys got any drugs?" Frank asked as he approached them. They stared at him, varying looks of incredulity on their faces.

"Fuck off?" Said the one in the center.

"Go to the Merchants if you want your fix, freak," said the one on the left.

"Well, fancy you should say that," Frank said with a laugh. He conjured and swung his invisible blade, neatly decapitating the one in the middle, and nearly decapitating the one on the right. The one on the left tried to run, but with a neat flick of his wrist his prey fell to the ground, his Achilles tendons cut, and with a few quick slashes, his final target perished.

He walked up to the corpses with a casual stroll and dragged them into the dead-end of the alleyway they had been standing outside of. The alleyway was as filthy and cluttered as most other alleys were in Brockton Bay, but luckily for him, this one was a bit different, with a decently large alcove at the very end of it, which would hopefully obscure his upcoming sorcery from the wandering eye.

Several minutes later he had finished dragging the last corpse into the alley, he walked back out, looking at the large pool of blood and obvious drag marks in the concrete, he hoped nobody would be stupid enough to interfere.

Frank plopped down next to the pile of corpses, cracking open the Necronomicon he flipped to the page with the ritual on it, he reread it once more to assuage his paranoia.

He stripped the corpses of their clothing and valuables, stowing them in his backpack. Frank conjured his spectral razor once more, it doubled as an effective ritual blade. He began to flay one of the dead men, slowly but surely, he cut away the flesh with his ethereal blade, the process was surprisingly quick, taking only a few minutes. He repeated this process twice more, neatly stacking the flayed strips of flesh on top of each other. Once completed, he picked up the Necronomicon in his off-hand and placed his right hand on top of the stack. Frank read the accursed words slowly but surely, only five minutes passed and the ritual was complete, a blob of alabaster Flesh was now where the strips of skin were, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, he wasn't finished yet.

Frank laid the Necronomicon on the ground off to the side, he'd need it as a guide for this ritual as well. He rubbed his fingers around on the flayed body, smearing as much blood as he could on them and crawled back to a portion of the alcove that wasn't already drenched in blood. With painstaking slowness he drew out the runes copied from the Necronomicon on the ground, it took nearly an hour to do so.

Once he finished quadruple checking the circle, he couldn't help but let out a nervous breath Frank picked up the blob of Flesh and gingerly placed it in the proper position in front of the circle, and then stripped off every article of clothing, placing them next to his backpack.

As carefully as he could he eased himself down inside of the circle on his knees, he began to chant, the same alien phrase, over and over, for nearly a minute nothing happened, but slowly and surely the Flesh that laid before him swept up into the air as if by some invisible current, it encircled Frank, spinning slowly around him. It drifted closer and closer to him as if by a gentle breeze, and then it flowed on top of him, the pale Flesh merging with his own.

It was agonizing, and it wasn't supposed to be, properly performed this ritual was supposed to be painless. Normally if he were subject this level of raw bleeding agony, he would be a screaming wreck writhing about on the ground, but it seemed the paralyzing effect of the ritual had taken effect, locking his body into place and preventing even a twinge. It continued like this for several more minutes before the ritual finally finished, and it took several more minutes for the paralysis to wear off. When he could finally move, he bonelessly collapsed to the ground, every motion felt like sandpaper grinding into his flesh.

Minutes passed before he could work up the energy to stand. Frank inspected his Flesh as he hobbled to his pile of clothing, he looked emaciated now, the Flesh absorbing most of his body fat in the bonding process. His skin was far too pale, far too smooth, almost like porcelain, he knew it would get better in time, but it would never look like a human's again. He was also completely bald, he really hoped he could grow his hair back.

The pain had largely faded as he slipped on the last of his clothing. Frank looked over to the bodies, there was one more ritual that he should have performed, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then again, it was barely even worth being called a ritual, all he'd have to do was say a few words and… The bile rose up in his throat, later, he would do it later. Frank hurried out of the alley, he quickly checked the men's wallets, combined they had around fifty dollars, a surprising haul for such an impoverished area. At least he could afford food now.

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I reached out and grabbed Min's shaft, my hand working steadily up and down his cock. It was warm and hard between my fingers, and I loved the elasticity and feel. Well, I had created this cock myself with the help of Pratter and Sandor. This cock would feel exactly the way I wanted it to feel, and I made it feel exactly to my tastes. Just imaging the hard thing plunging into me already excited me. It was big, but not too big. It was hard, but no too hard. It was the perfect dick for my pussy. 
"You know, Min, I've been thinking a bit." I sighed as my fingers worked over his cock. 
"Mm? Vesse?" Min asked cautiously. 
I moved myself, swinging my leg up over Min and mounting him. His perfect cock was now sticking right up under my pussy, waiting to impale me. I lowered my hips until just the head touched, but didn't slam it home. Instead, I teased the top of his cock with my pussy, squatting just enough so that it touched me, but didn't penetrate. A wet strain of lust, although I couldn't tell if it was his or mine, reached from his cock tip to my pussy lips. It was a visible conformation of how perfect our parts fit together. 
"I realized…" I continued. "That a lot of people don't tend to read author's notes and thus don't know any information about this story." 
"Re-really?" Min was breathing hard, the teasing being too much for him, especially as I started playing with his nipples, on top of two clearly feminine mounds.
"Mm… so I reckon a lot of readers don't know a lot of important details about my Tales as a Seductress." I sigh, squeezing his nipples tightly in the way he liked and eliciting a pleasing gasp. 
"Such as?" Min's face scrunched, fighting the pleasure my body was giving him. 
"For example, this story had already been out in entirety on machineslicedbread.xyz for over a year, and it is also the location of many of the writer's other erotic stories." 
"Vesse sell readers short, most know that." Min blushed. 
I finally dropped my hips down, letting that perfect cock slam into me. The warmth of it slid deep into my womb, and the feel was incredible enough my pussy trembled slightly in a mini-orgasm. That's what I got for being so teasing. In the end, I was the one who was most aroused. However, Min was flushed and breathing hard as well, so clearly it was doing it for him. 
"I'm not so sure they're aware of the blog whatsawhizzer.wordpress.com, where the author translated Arifureta, wrote Requiem to the Stars and Time and Place, and don't even get me started on his continuing series, Power of Creation and the World of Women, two very erotic and very different novels. Both have completed volumes that can be downloaded for free for all ******* supporters." 
"Of course, Vesse… aaaaa… it's tight." 
"Mmm, I'm not tight. Min is just too big." I tease as I rise my hips up and down, feeling his cock slid up and down inside me. "Either way, ******* support gets people early access to released chapters, full colored illustrations, re-edited pdfs, and some exclusive patreon-only content."
"Most reader, only want Tales…" Min shrugged, his mouth open as he panted in pleasure. 
"Ah, it's because they want to see me fucking my sexy wife." I chuckle, picking up the pace until each time my hips drop I can hear the wet sound of it sliding in. 
"Ahnn… t-tease!" Min cried out. "T-tell them… important things about tales." 
"Ah… I guess I should tell them some things. For example, this next chapter will be the last chapter of Tales of a Seductress." 
Min gasps. "Th-then, no more us?" 
I chuckle. "Of course not. Naturally, my Min and I will return in the sequel, Tales of an Enchantress. A story currently being written and released on machineslicedbread.xyz." 
"Ho-how many chapters so far?" 
"Nearly 50! Ahh… Min, right there… move your hips, ahhhh… right there!" I let out a cry as he started to hit me in the right spot.
He thrust his hips up into me roughly and a moment later I started cumming. 
As I panted and moaned, my devilish Min kept up the thrusting past my tolerance. I could barely talk, my voice coming out in a panting high-pitched moan. "Ahh… I can't get enough of Min! If readers want… want Min too… they should know about Min's story, a-a- a – aaahhhhh… a short side series following Min's origin and point of view through Tales of a Seductress!" 
"Vesse, C-cumming!" 
"Cum! Cum in me, Min!" I shouted lustfully, my tits bouncing up and down as I rode him as hard as I could. 
"I-is that all Vesse say?" Min demanded, his eyes flashing mischievously. 
"No… I have more… oh.. it's too good, you're driving me crazy with your cock, I can't stop cumming!" I cry out, my mind turning to mush. 
"Must say it or Min won't stop!" 
"Ahn… Mi-min is teasing too much, I'm really going crazy, but it's the most important part!" I cry out as I pant, erotic explosions shooting through my body as I leak all over Min's cock, my pussy clamping down in perpetually orgasm as Min penetrates me over and over again. "Next month will signify the official release of Tales of a Seductress the pdf. It includes this complete book, edited and formatted for ease of reading in a phone friendly pdf. It costs $5 to buy the book or it is free for all ******* supporters of $1 or more! Inkstone doesn't even allow simple bold and italics formatting, so it's a much different experience on pdf." 
"But what about future release!" Min demands just as he grabs my ass tightly, pulling it down until he penetrates me at the maximum level. 
A moment later I feel gobs of warm stuff shoot into me. It was Min's lust, magically converted into semen. It started filling up my womb, and for a second my eyes rolled up in my head. Min had to pinch my thigh before I could focus again. 
"Un… I feel it! I feel Min inside me!" I cried until he pinched even harder and I shook out of it. "Tales was released on inkstone to drive up interest for the pdf. Its sales success will dictate how quickly Tales of an Enchantress is finished and ultimately whether it's worth the author's time to release it on inkstone at all."
"So, if they don't pay, he stop writing? What Bastard!" 
"No, Min… ahn… it's so warm, I can feel it growing soft…" I relaxed, finally regaining my faculties. "Tales of an Enchantress already has 40 chapters out and will continue to release on machinslicedbread.xyz no matter what. However, if you want to read the completed book as a pdf, if you want to see TOAE and Min's story released on inkstone, or if you want TOAE increased in release speed (right now, it's been about twice a month), then you might want to consider dropping $1-$5 to support the author. He has many writing responsibilities, and so TOAS must prove to be financially worth his time."
With that, I lean over and take Min's lips, tasting my sweet and beautiful wife. Our tongues combine for a few minutes while our sweaty bodies heave against each other, the sweet smell of sex wafting from the pair of us. When we finally separated, Min gave a coquettish smile. 
"Basically, author greedy, want money?" Min summarized. 
"Exactly…" 
"…" 
"So, the TOAS pdf will release on 11/14/18. ******* supporters will not only get that book, but access to all other ******* content including previous finished pdfs. ******* will have various fundraising goals dictating whether TOAE will be released on Inkstone (Raise $100, TOAE once a week), Whether TOAE will pick up releases to twice a week ($200), or three times a week ($300). Basically, if there is a total of $300 increase in ******* and paypal pdf purchases between 11/7/18 and 12/1/18 (that's just 60 people buying TOAS at its retail price guys), then you will get the max releases of TOAE until this book is finished. Please support the release at *******.com/whatsawhizzer or visit the TOAS Table of Contents on Machineslicedbread.xyz to buy directly." 
"Sound good. What next?" 
"How about we start the Epilogue to Tales of a Seductress. Enjoy!"

After an unfortunate mishap with some stairs, I found myself in a fantasy world filled with sex and violence. Stripped of everything and turned into breeding stock by the first band of goblins I encountered, I turned to the only weapon I had available to me. Now, I’m a seductress, the first and only RPG class that weaponizes the art of seduction. I will survive this new and dangerous world the only way I know how: one person at a time.

Shit!
Be strong, Wei Lin! I chanted to myself. Then leaning forward, I pull up my mascara wand over my lashes and when I did, turning finding Feng Teng is standing to the side of me. He leaning into the mirror.
When I look up and come face to face with his eyes. My eyes are fixed, absolutely delighted when my greedy stare travels up his naked body and finds him looking in the mirror, coaxing his hair to the side with some hair cream. 
He really tries hard to distract me. I take a calming breath and continue to my make-up, but then he makes a point of brushing against me, his firm leg sweeping lightly over my bare arm. In a second, I shudder and glance up to find a twitching lip as he tries to feign ignorance. 
Damn it!
He looks down at me in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes swimming with all sorts of promises, and then he lowers himself behind me until he's sat cradling my body. In charge he shifts forward, his front body touching my back, before wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
In silence, I hold his gaze in the mirror.
"My lady, so beautiful," he whispers to my earlobe.
Intensely, I've got shiver all over my body.
"Arh. You too," I reply.
Oh, God.
My body starts tensing slightly when I feel his hardness pushing into my lower back.
Damn, Shit!
Looking at him from the mirror, finding the smirking at me as he knowing damn well what he's doing.
"Can't you stay?" He asks softly.
Definitely, I knew this was coming.
"No. Just stop it now," I scold at him.
He pouts.
"Don't you want to stay with me? Don't you feel tired after morning run?" He says temptingly.
I wish I could think of nothing better, but if I relent on this, I'm fully aware that I'm setting a rod for my own back. He can't keep me to himself all of the time, although I know he doesn't think that his ambition is unreasonable.
"Got to go to work," I say, clenching my eyes shut when he turns his lips into my ear.
"But I want you," He circles his tongue lightly in my ear.
Oh God, I need to get out now! Shoot now!
"Hey, no please." I wriggle in his embrace.
He scowls at me in the mirror.
"Are you denying me?" he scowled.
"No, I'm only delaying you." I reason, wriggling harder and turning myself around in his arms.
Then I push him down to his back and lay on his front, pushing my lips onto his. His arms fall above his head as he moans around my kiss.
"Now I need to work, my president,"
"Work for me. I'll be a very grateful client ever." He says confidently.
I pull back and smile.
"So you mean to say that instead of busting a gut keeping clients happy with drawings, plans and schedules not that one. Are you aware before you talking about? Do I look like one?" I said in emotion when I fume at his last sentence.
His eyes turn black.
"NO! NO! You know I didn't mean like that. Please, I'm sorry," He says apologetically.
"BOOM! It was a joke." I laugh.
I'm flipped over and pinned under his body.
"Do I look like laughing to you? It's not funny," He scolds at me.
"I'm sorry." I blurt quickly.
 He shakes his head and lifts himself from my body, strolling off to his closet.
I sit up and continue to concentrate on my make-up. Bet he is really angry with my jokes.
Whatever, I better faster. Time is run.
After smothering myself, I wear a navy suit with long trouser. I swing around and my eyes are faced by a devastatingly handsome, navy suited too. I sigh in appreciation, why my man is so handsome and perfect.
"We match perfectly," I said lightly.
He grins and finishes straightening his tie before pulling the collar of his light blue shirt. And I throw my bag on the bed, retrieve my phone, sweep some gloss across my lips and grab my shoes, all under his watchful eye. 
"Drive carefully," He splashes some aftershave on.
Oh, that minty smell. I like it.
"Okay, I'll see you later." I bid
Then he lands me with a chaste kiss on my cheek. My tummy butterflies all over.
In-office at ten o'clock.
"Morning Wei Jie," Er Xi says cheerfully.
 "Hi Er Xi," I reply.
"Would you like coffee?" She asks.
"Yes, please," I answered gratefully.
"Okay," She flashes me a lovely smile and skips to the kitchen.
When I got in my room office, immediate load my computer up, crack on with some estimates and prepare a heap of invoice requests for Er Xi. I open my email and see my inbox flooded with new emails, mostly junk, so I start to plough through them.
At ten thirty, I hear the office door open. It is Er Xi, with a cup of coffee for me. Then I look up and smile at her.
"Thank you, so much," I say.
"Most welcome jie," She says,
"Oh Jie, don't forget to send me the invoice bill," she reminds.,
"Okay, coming," I gesture nods at her. 
Then she walks out. I return my focus to my computer and finish emptying my inbox of junk emails before preparing a payment schedule for the new client along with some brief ideas.
Time flies so fast, today I have lots of idea and images keeps showing on my mind when I back to reality, time show six o'clock already. Then I quickly saving all the drawings and files into pdf before saving to my computer.  
After all, done, I grab my bag and handphone heading straight for the office door. 
"All, I'm done, see you tomorrow," I bid farewell when I find Er Xi and Fu Heng still on their desk.
"See you," Er Xi reply before turn back to her computer. And Fu Heng only nodded not even give me a look. 
He seemed got a lot in his hand. So I don't mind since I really want to reach Feng Teng penthouse as soon as possible. 
So this is what they call when the love-struck. 
As I'm in rush, I sprinted out from the office, heading to the car park and straight jump in into my beetle. 
In a happy mood, I drive straight to the road.


An Interior Designer Wei Lin has been assigned to a new project to renovate the great Old Mansion of the Feng Corp one of biggest company in Beijing but she got no that someone had awaits her coming at the Old Mansion. Feng Teng the President of Feng Corp, a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, a strong builder, anyone whom seen him will bend down immediately with fears and pleasure seeking playboy who knows no boundaries. Wei Lin doesn't want to be attracted to this man and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire and fears that he effected in her since the first met. She knows that her heart will never survive from his poisonous attraction. But Wei Lin instinct keep telling her to run away but Feng Teng never willing to let her go. Feng Teng is a conquer man so as a man who always what he wants. He determined to make Wei Lin him no matter how hard she tried to run away from him, still he won't back off since the first day he laid his eyes on her portfolio. *Do not read if you don't like it* I write this book only for hobby and releasing my stress over my jobs since my work always busy like Wei Lin too. Just mine is reality, no fairy tales. So sometime my imaginary tend to be active during my block head during working. So Wei Lin character pop up into my mind. So enjoy. If you like too. Do not forcing you to read , since my English also impromptu. Hehe*

"Dok-Ja ahjussi?"
I hesitated while watching the distant battle between two Yu Jung-Hyeoks.

[Your Incarnation Body's condition is currently unstable!]

I'd not be any help whatsoever if I joined the fight in my current condition. And when I took a closer look, the ones fighting were [999] and the 'Secretive Plotter'. I wasn't sure why, but [999] must've decided to side with us.
I clenched my fists tightly.
⸢Kim Dok-Ja made a decision. There was only one method remaining.⸥
The [Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint].
Just like back then against Nirvana, or during the fight against Poseidon....
- Maknae-yah, what are you hesitating for?
The Great Sage Heaven's Equal spoke to me. Even though he was in the middle of a huge battle in the sky, he still sensed my emotions.
I muttered in a voice that could barely be heard. "....I've gotten a little afraid of reading them."
It was probably after fighting against Yu Jung-Hyeok back in the 'Isle of Reincarnators'. And more recently, right after I heard what [999] had to say.

⸢"Do you still believe that you can understand someone through just a few lines of text in a couple of chapters?"⸥

Up until now, I had been a 'reader' of the stories. However, for how long would it be okay for me to remain as one?
- Right, you possess the power to read another person.
He had accurately guessed my ability. He stuck around my channel for a long time as the 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband', so it wouldn't have been that difficult to figure that much out.
- There was a time when I too, wanted to know more about someone.
I sensed the Great Sage's gaze landing on Yu Sang-Ah. Or more correctly, not her exactly but her current 'Incarnation Body'. He was staring at the body's 'former owner'.
- I still haven't fully understood why Sanzang chased me out twice.
During the original 'Journey to the West', Sun Wukong was expelled from the party twice.
- However, I never asked Sanzang about it properly. Maybe it was because of my worthless pride. I was stuck in a loop, thinking and wondering only to myself. Why did that idiot do that? What was the reason for those decisions? What was the point of such obstinacy? What did I do wrong, and where did a problem come from? Even after our journey was over, those questions kept bubbling inside my head.
This would be my first time hearing such a story.
Even to someone like the Great Sage, there were unresolved questions reserved only for him.
- And by the time I finally found the courage to ask, my opportunity had slipped away already.
The faintest trace of dejection could be felt from his voice.
Since I didn't know much about the story after the conclusion of the 'Journey to the West', I had no way of estimating the depths of his sadness.
One thing that I could be sure of, though, was the fact that the real 'Sanzang' was no longer with us in this world, as Yu Sang-Ah had reincarnated into the Incarnation Body in question.
- And to find out the answers to those questions, we kept repeating this ⸢Journey to the West Remake⸥, hoping that maybe, someone else would tell us the story that I didn't know before, something that I had not read before.
Only then did I realise why the Great Sage participated in this scenario event. I felt curious just then. Did he finally find his answer?
- I couldn't find it. However.... I did find a small solace.
The Great Sage's gaze was now fixed on Shin Yu-Seung. As the <Emperor>'s attacks rained down, he continued to speak.
- And about that solace, let me tell you all about it.

[Great Fable, 'Journey to the West', is continuing with its storytelling.]

- I'd probably never get to understand certain things. I'd never even get close, and maybe, everything I did might be in vain. However, even if we know it's impossible, we still have to read the Fable. That is what it means to exist as 'Constellations', as the stars of the heavens.
The Great Sage failed to understand Sanzang. And quite likely, he'd never get to understand even into the future.
Even then, he didn't give up.
- That's why you should read it.
'However, I alone can't....'
- Why do you think you're alone?
I reflexively raised my head after hearing his words.
- Maybe not like you, but people always are reading each other. So, you should not stop reading, either.
In a way, this advice wasn't really on point.
However, I still ended up feeling a certain something. It was as if small feathers had piled up. I began thinking that maybe this was the solace the Great Sage felt while watching our story.
"Yu Sang-Ah-ssi."
I called out to her, and she looked at me as if she was waiting. "Will you be alright?"
"Yes. By the way, if it's possible, be gentle...."
Yu Sang-Ah nodded her head and chanted the Constrictive Sutra in my direction.
My body slumped to the floor as if a fuse had gone out. My consciousness managed to slip out and quickly flew towards where I needed to go.

['Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint' 3rd stage is activating!]

[Your degree of understanding of the applicable individual is very high!]

[The '1st Person Protagonist's POV' is activating!]

My vision slowly stabilised and at the same time, powerful strength overflowed within my body. It was Yu Jung-Hyeok's strength.
A short while later, the enemy's figure could be seen before us. An existence enveloped in the aura of immense Status and arrogantly glancing at us.
The 'Secretive Plotter'.
The Great Sage was right. That guy could never be defeated alone.
⸢Let's go.⸥
The Transcender's Status violently raged within my body. I added every ounce of my own Status to Yu Jung-Hyeok.

[Transcender's Status has encountered the Demon King's Status!]

The powers that I earned so far interweaved with that of Yu Jung-Hyeok's and began boiling up. Vigorous energy circulated within the blood vessels as if they had a complete overhaul.
Yu Jung-Hyeok slowly opened his eyes gleaming in golden light and spoke back to me. 'You're late.'
He didn't get angry or reprimanded me, simply choosing to say that.
He probably knew that I was playing the role of Sun Wukong, though....
⸢I'm sorry.⸥
'Talk about unimportant matters later. Defeating this bastard takes our utmost priority.'
Kwa-aaaaah!!
The Plotter's [Heaven Shaking Sword] lightly danced, and the Tongtian River was split in half. With nary a hair's breadth, we managed to evade the attack. Constellations and Incarnations coincidentally within the range were swept away and became nothing more than fading screams. That was truly a nonsensical attack power.
[[You're struggling in vain. Even if you managed to regain your memories, you still can't defeat me. Because you too also began from me.]]
⸢What is he on about now?⸥
Yu Jung-Hyeok running on the river's surface replied in annoyance. 'According to him, I'm not Yu Jung-Hyeok from the 3rd turn.'
⸢Really? Then, what?⸥
I reflexively asked him, but to be honest, several dizzying theories were floating around in my brain already. Perhaps this was the question that had been building up from a long time ago.

⸢'The 3rd turn Yu Jung-Hyeok shouldn't have known about such information, though?'⸥

Back during the [Green Zone] scenario.

⸢'....No matter what, his rate of growth is just too fast.'⸥

….And even back in the [Cinema Dungeon], too.
All the questions I secretly had every time I checked Yu Jung-Hyeok's [Character List] began rising up one after the other. Even the conversation I had with [999] entered my head.

⸢"Yu Jung-Hyeok in this world-line said that he was the 'third turn'. So, this place is the third regression turn."⸥

⸢"Trusting such information at its face value. How naïve."⸥

By the time I came around, I was already initiating the [Character List].

[Applicable individual's information is far too numerous. 'Character List' will change to 'Summarised List'.]

[For the convenience of the user, only the selected items will be displayed.]

+

<Character Summarised List>

Individual: Yu Jung-Hyeok

Exclusive Attribute: Regressor <3rd turn> (Myth), Ruler of Amusement (Legendary).....

+

It said 3rd turn. He was definitely from the 3rd turn.
In that case, just what on earth were those guys talking about.....?
⸢Kim Dok Ja re ally ca n't t ell?⸥
Pages of my memories began flipping. Memories that I tried so hard not to recall.

⸢"That 'world' you've shown me, does it really exist?"⸥

⸢[The applicable individual is not a 'Character'.]⸥

'Wake up, Kim Dok-Ja!'
I abruptly regained my wits after hearing Yu Jung-Hyeok's shout. Now wasn't the time to think about something else.
The Plotter's Status as he floated up in the air was strengthening gradually.
[[It seems that you still haven't really regained your memories.]]
"....I won't lose so easily this time."
As if to oppose that rising Status, Yu Jung-Hyeok raised his own power level. The movement technique, [Red Phoenix Shunpo], and the power of the [Breaking the Sky Swordsmanship] were pushed to their absolute limits. The [Breaking the Sky Thunder Sword] completely covered the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword].
He fought in the same manner the last time. And still lost.
However, those weren't the only things accompanying him this time.

[5th Bookmark has been initiated!]

[Exclusive skill, 'Lightning Transformation Lv.23 (+13)', has been initiated.]

[Exclusive skill, 'Way of the Wind Lv.18 (+8)', is activating!]

['Demon King Transformation' is activating!]

Effects of the [Way of the Wind] were added to Yu Jung-Hyeok's [Red Phoenix Shunpo], while the electrical energy from the [Lightning Transformation] permeated into the [Breaking the Sky Thunder Sword]. And finally, the power of 'Demon King' was added to the power of 'Transcender'.
Double the power, triple, quadruple.... Yu Jung-Hyeok's Status multiplied in an instant and threateningly spread over the Tongtian's surface.
Tsu-chuchuchuchut!
As the sparks danced in the air, we dashed towards the 'Secretive Plotter'. The [Lightning Transformation] and the [Breaking the Sky Thunder Sword] permeated in the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword]. The greatest technique belonging to both Kyrgios and the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint emitted blinding light simultaneously, causing a truly incredible storm of sword aura to gush out.
Kwa-aaaaaah!!
This was the power capable of cleanly splitting mountains in half and vaporising the ocean itself.
Unfortunately, the 'Secretive Plotter' remained unperturbed even when facing such power. Two swords then clashed, emitting screeching friction noise. As I was sharing the sensation with Yu Jung-Hyeok, I felt the full brunt of the pain akin to my hands being torn to pieces.
We were attacking with both hands, while he used only one. Even then....
[[How pitiful, Yu Jung-Hyeok.]]
….We failed to cut the 'Secretive Plotter'.
Tsu-chut, tsu-chuchuchut.
Sparks exploding around him indicated that he wasn't even going all out. How could there be such a large gap between our fighting power if that was the case?

[Fable, 'Hellscape of Eternity', is continuing on with its storytelling.]

The surroundings were morphing into his stage. The hell of regression that reached 1863 turns. 'Outer Gods' moaning in pain inside burning craters and countless corpses of the stars strewn about.
[[The price for escaping the closed universe and dreaming of a new story is for you to not even remember who you are. Is that the world you've been truly wishing for?]]
That evil demon-like voice came from beyond the hellish landscape.
I was confused. It was as if I could almost get what he was saying, but at the same time, I couldn't readily accept it.
Yu Jung-Hyeok that escaped from a closed universe and dreamed of a new story. I knew of only one 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' that fit that criteria.
And if that was true, then...
Then, if the Yu Jung-Hyeok I knew was that 'Yu Jung-Hyeok'....

['The 4th Wall' is getting even thicker.]

'Kim Dok-Ja, we won't win unless you use that powerful skill.' Yu Jung-Hyeok suddenly yelled out. 'Utilise the Fable from the last time.'
I knew what he meant by 'last time'.
The ⸢Hellscape of Eternity⸥, the Fable that I used while fighting against Poseidon in the past.
Back then, we killed Theseus by borrowing the memories of the 362nd turn Yu Jung-Hyeok. I looked at the Fable of darkness flowing around the 'Secretive Plotter' and could only sigh in doubt.
⸢Honestly, I'm not sure whether we can win or not even after using that.⸥
The regression turn I used all my being to read back then was only 362nd. Things would've improved somewhat by now compared to then, but still, I couldn't even guess whether that'd be enough to defeat the guy before our eyes or not.
⸢And also....⸥
That wasn't the only thing making me hesitant here.
If I succeeded in borrowing the strength of Yu Jung-Hyeok from higher turn than 362nd, then this Yu Jung-Hyeok would lose his memories alongside me.
Just like how Constellations and Incarnations read Fables, I too read Yu Jung-Hyeok's 'Ways of Survival'.
If I used the ⸢Hellscape of Eternity⸥ here, then Yu Jung-Hyeok would have to experience the 'reading' stained by my misunderstandings along with me.
The 'Ways of Survival' I read in order to survive. History that I 'remembered' as I pleased.
I had one-sidedly twisted or exaggerated the 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' in that 'history'. My version was questionable at best, an idealistic depiction of the reality.
⸢....Dammit.⸥
Even then, I had no choice but to do this unfair thing.

[Fable, 'Hellscape of Eternity', has begun its storytelling!]

While stuck inside the feeling of powerlessness, I flipped the pages. Whether it was before or after the apocalypse, it was the same story – all I could do at any given moment was to flip through the pages of a book.
Countless regression turns of Yu Jung-Hyeok went past my eyes.
3rd turn, 4th, 5th.... 41st.... 182nd....
Memories continued to flow by.
Many Yu Jung-Hyeoks were now staring back at us.
362nd turn.... 598th.... 724th.....

[Your 'Comprehension' is advancing towards a new possibility!]

[Pages you couldn't read before are now available!]

862th.... 999th....
Blood welled inside my throat. Pain pummelled my head as if to shatter it into pieces.
[999]. The regression turn that I really liked.
Yu Jung-Hyeok's dialogues gradually decreased in the number. This was my limit.

[You have reached the highest turn you can read.]

[The highest turn 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' you can read is '999th'.]

The message popped up like the final score tied to the book report. But I couldn't lift up my head. How could reading something be this shameful and feel so wrong?
It was in exact moment that Yu Jung-Hyeok opened his mouth. 'Doesn't matter how you read it, the one to judge it will be me. So, you simply concentrate on reading.'
He deflected yet another one of the Secretive Plotter's attacks even though his body was riddled with wounds. He spoke again. 'It's my freedom to decide what I hear and what I remember. And I shall decide who I am.'
With a voice I knew so well, he was talking about a story that I didn't know.
'You fool, you are not reading it alone.'
The moment I heard him, something woke up inside me.
It wasn't the memories related to the 'Ways of Survival'. No, it was of the conversation I had with my mother a long time ago.

⸢"Why are we rereading the story we know already?"⸥

There were stories that didn't change even if you read it again. It'd not change, because the one reading didn't change.
My mother replied to that question in this manner.

⸢"Shall we read it together, then?"⸥

Reading it together.

[Your 'Comprehension' is rapidly being enhanced!]

As my head became even more of a mess, the pages that I couldn't flip with my powers alone began flipping over.
1146th.... 1398th.... 1561th.... 1733th....
The people I met in this world were flipping the pages together with me. I still failed to understand some things, but I got to figure out a few others just then.
And there were some paragraphs that I'd seemingly never understand.
[[….!!]]
I thought I heard the 'Secretive Plotter' shout something.
My consciousness continued to waver. Like a man fighting the drowsiness, I continued to flip the pages again and again – while vomiting blood, while enduring against the merciless barrage of sparks.
I still didn't know much about Yu Jung-Hyeok.

⸢"You can only return to that world after I die, correct?"⸥

⸢"If you remain here, you won't be able to save that world."⸥

However, what if my misunderstanding built up over the period of ten-plus years could help me reach just a tiny sliver of understanding like some kind of miracle?

⸢"I've become curious about that world's ■■."⸥

Then, I'd be able to read it again.

[The highest turn 'Yu Jung-Hyeok' you can read is '1863rd'.]

The Plotter's Status flying in touched the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] and scattered away.
I dazedly blinked my eyes. As if the overwritten letters were being peeled off, the [Character List] began changing. The number '3' was peeled off, and new numbers were being engraved there, instead.
And on top of this empty piece of blinding white paper, a page I had never read before began unfolding.

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<Character Summarised List>

Individual: Yu Jung-Hyeok

Exclusive Attribute: Regressor <1864th turn> (Myth)

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It was a completely new story.


<Episode 84. 1864 (1)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

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