This story has no real plot every page is a story (most likely it will be 2-3 pages per story) its just a bunch horror stories

You can talk and talk all you want. But speaking tens of thousands of words over the average amount each day can't silence the simple phrases that your head recites.

A young man by the name of Devon Mersi craves independence, exploration, and most importantly: adventure. Join along in his journey to witness his many adventures. Please leave feedback, because I plan to post at least three chapters per week, to a maximum of five per week. Chapters on average will be 1000 - 5000 words, excluding the prologue which is merely a teaser. I really am just curious of what people think of this, and whether or not there is any interest. Please, again, leave feedback, and thank you for reading this!

Since January 4, as I started to keep statistics, a lot of time has passed (175 days). What do we have.
The plans for 2020 were to write from 500,000 to 1,000,000 words. Just to develop the habit of writing every day, well, at least every week at least 10,000 words.
To learn how to express the emotions of characters.
Exit this year at 500 collections.
Collect the total amount of views of all novels in 1 million.
Write several novels on topics that interest me as an author.
Check how the system works - https://forum.webnovel.com/d/34886-how-long-does-it-take-to-reach-a-million-views-for-an-original-novel
What do we have today, after 175 days, 190 days are left until the end of the year (the year began with a countdown from January 4, 2020):


Data as of January 4, 2020:
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Finished Stories - 1
Dropp - 1


Ongoing - 5


Collections 286 (minus 1)
Views - 414, 840 (+1510)
Words 333 160 (+1040) (+908)
Chapters 310 (+3) (+1)


Data as of May 28, 2020:
Finished Stories - 4
Dropp - 1


Ongoing - 4


Collections 453 (+166)
Views  974,072 (+559,232) + (35.85K Views - from drop novel)
Words 438,990 (+105,83)
Chapters 461 (+151)
Due to coronavirus in the world and in our country, and corononeurosis, productivity has fallen, from an average of 1,500 words per day to 604 words. Plus, I rewrote two novels, I deleted part of the chapters, cut some, added something (so the words were cut).
Of the existing novels, only one has ratio 440, the rest of 1000 or 2200 or so.
The text block has become a little better, but still, there is still a lot of work on polishing. The texts do not have enough emotions to immediately attract the reader.
As an author, I love accuracy, numbers, it's interesting to me, facts, philosophy, to understand the ins and outs of the character, what he thinks, why he takes such actions. But in novels, you need fewer numbers, facts, shorter less information, more manifestations of feelings, emotions, you need action, more monologues.
Plus the title page - I draw it myself, on the vector graphics, on the one hand it's good that no one needs to pay for copyright. On the other hand, they are not as attractive as those drawn on special graphic editors.
In addition, during the time I write, I came to the conclusion that success comes to those who have:
1. high-quality, easy to read text2. the meaning of the plot is not lost3. frequency of updates (at least 3-4 chapters per week)4. the number of words in the chapter should be at least 1500 - 25005. quality content6. The title page is less important (than quality writing and quality content)7. self-promotion skill8. the presence of a large number of friends so that they can give promotion stones, the number of collections, and the number of views (Tomoyuki - thanks for the tip).
Well, the path to enlightenment is still long ... so you need to learn again and again.
While you can achieve your goal in terms of views, this seems an achievable goal. But the number of collections is a more difficult task. Then how to write 500,000 words, not to mention 1,000,000 words, and this year seems not to be a sale. If, perhaps, in the remaining 190 days it is not possible to catch up and write the remaining 395,000 words!
But for this, you need to write 2079 words a day!
So far, these are the statistics results!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

But when Zhao Xu started taking in all that knowledge, he realized that he had been thinking about this too simplistically.
There were so many players who chose to be Wizards, and the fastest among them took seven days to graduate from the training for a good reason.
It was like making a middle school student study high school math. It wasn't impossible, but it would be difficult.
The amount of studying needed in high school wasn't as much compared to university, but they had to go through it over and over again throughout their three years in high school, just so that they could apply it on the spot when they were faced with a question during the high school exams.
The time given for high school exams wasn't enough for each student to take their time and think about it, so many students were well versed in answering techniques and used their experience in tackling questions to deal with the lack of time.
Spells were like that, too.
The formation, words, and positions all had to become instinctive.
Zhao Xu had learned how to cast spells over the past few days of studying, and most of the work was done within that one hour he had each day to decide which spells he was going to cast.
The actual act of casting spells was like driving a car. The spell was already there, just like how the car was already assembled.
But this process required everyone to put their hearts and minds together.
Wizards couldn't possibly flip their spellbooks open at the last minute to check what they had to say in order to cast a spell when they were faced with danger. Their enemies would just laugh at them.
But Zhao Xu got a headache just reading the various words of a spell out loud.
But this didn't slow Zhao Xu's progress down too much, and he was still in line with the schedule Antonya had planned. This sort of thing required him to repeat spells several times to solidify the process in his mind anyway.
So he more or less finished looking through the two books on spell preparation and spellcasting after five days and moved on to the book on cantrips.
"The spellbooks that we wizards use are written in arcane texts and there are some similarities among them, but each wizard has to add on something extra to it. So even if I give you a spellbook now, you have to use an Arcana check in order to be able to decode the book and read it properly."
What Antonya was really saying was that every spellbook had an additional layer of protection and you needed the key to translate it into something you could understand.
Arcana was a skill that the characters in Arthur had. Just like Perception and Sense Motives, they were skills that required points and practice.
Zhao Xu hadn't reached the course on advanced Arcana yet, so it didn't matter for the time being.
"You're able to read the spells in this book because this Encyclopedia of Cantrips has been specially configured. Or rather, when the owner of the spellbook has allowed you to read it, you won't have to use Arcana."
"And using the cantrip Read Magic, wizards can also read spellbooks that haven't been specifically sealed by others without any problems."
Zhao Xu nodded as he listened. In other words, the Read Magic spell was the key to opening all sorts of spellbooks.
So it seemed like using arcane words was a way wizards tried to protect their spells. They made them complicated so that it would be difficult for non-wizards to read them, so then wizards came up with a spell that could decode the words.
They were protecting themselves against the other classes, not other wizards.
"But you must remember that a spellbook is the foundation of every wizard. You don't need a spellbook to prepare the Read Magic spell, but for all other spells, wizards must have a spellbook with spells already copied into it in order to prepare spells and cast them."
Antonya spoke very slowly and gravely.
Zhao Xu had heard about how wizards in his previous life had gone broke from copying spells, so he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Mentor, is there a price to pay for copying spells?"
Antonya passed a book to Zhao Xu instead.
After Zhao Xu took it from her, he opened it up. It was also another thick tome, but this book was completely empty inside. He touched it and estimated that there were about 100 pages in it. But since every sheet was made from parchment paper, it looked pretty thick.
He looked back at Antonya a little confusedly and didn't understand what she was trying to tell him.
"Once you've taken one full day to study spells, you can start copying spells into your own spellbook. The number of pages required will depend on the level of the spell, and even a cantrip will require one page even though it's considered level 0."
Zhao Xu frowned when he heard this. Taking one day to study just one spell was already a problem in itself, but the other problem was that 100 pages were only enough to copy up to eleven Level 9 spells. These spellbooks ran out of pages very quickly, so he would have to carry many spellbooks on himself.
"Also, each time you copy one page, it will cost you 100 gold pieces. You rookie wizards get a special concession, and the association will cover the cost of copying all cantrips as well as three Level 1 spells. So you don't have to worry about that."
Zhao Xu had heard that the price of copying spells was high, but he didn't expect it to be this exorbitant.
"Mentor, who do I have to pay this money to?"
"It doesn't go to anybody. It's just the cost of the materials used. The spellbook for copying spells, the special goose feather pen required, the specially processed ink, and the incense sticks for lighting up the place where you copy the spells would average around 10,000 gold pieces for copying 100 pages worth of spells, and so we've all agreed that it will cost 100 gold pieces per page."
"If you don't cover these costs, then there's no way you could copy spells that carry magic in them and you wouldn't be able to cast them."
After Zhao Xu heard this, he could just sigh and say that wizards were really poor and led really difficult lives.
There were so many special requirements. No wonder nobody thought of mass printing spellbooks in his previous life.
If you didn't have enough assets, there was no way you would be able to spend money on reproducing spellbooks like that.
"That's the way it is if you either copy from memory or copy from a spell scroll. If you copy from someone else's spellbook, then you could get a check and the cost and time of copying would be halved to just 50 gold pieces a page. That's also the result of a calculation."
Zhao Xu perked up when he heard those words.
But he didn't need to see her face to know that Antonya was probably grinning away under that cloak of hers, just waiting for him to make a fool out of himself.
He had to pay membership fees even if he just wanted to stream a comedy online.
But these people weren't stupid. Even if another wizard lent you a book, and you could copy it at a faster rate than normal, it meant that the owner of the book wouldn't be able to use any of the spells in that book while it was being borrowed.
It took 50 gold pieces per page to make a duplicate of your own spellbook, and nobody would do something so dumb unless they had to.
Antonya didn't wait for too long and explained it to him directly. "Nowadays, borrowing a book just to read costs 50 gold pieces per page too. And some really rare spells require you to either pay more or you might not get to read them at all."
Zhao Xu nodded at her words. The cost of borrowing a book was exactly the same as the amount saved by copying from someone else's spellbook.
That meant that borrowing a book to copy spells would cost 100 gold pieces per spell.
"So now you have to make a decision between two choices."
"Your first choice would be to take the book in my hand." As she said this, Antonya suddenly pulled out another book from absolutely nowhere and sent it flying into his hands. It was a 30 by 15-centimeter book that was about 15 centimeters thick, and it had a metal cover with a lock on the side.
"That's the goddess' Blessed Book. It's a Wondrous Item. Because the process of creating it infused magic into it, you don't have to pay for the materials to copy spells. Each book has 1,000 pages and it's sold for 12,500 gold pieces. It's hard to buy because so many wizards want one."
Zhao Xu looked at the plain cover and couldn't imagine that there was an item that could actually reduce the price of copying spells to almost 10% of the original cost.
As long as you had this Wondrous Item, then the cost of copying spells would go down to 12.5 gold pieces a page. That was way better than the original cost of 100 gold pieces or even the 50 gold pieces required to copy from another spellbook.
As for the fact that the item was difficult to purchase, that was a problem for others. He had managed to get himself into a large organization, so there was a way to get his hands on this internally.
This was probably one of the special privileges everyone was talking about.
But Zhao Xu didn't get too excited at this point because he noticed that Antonya had mentioned he had a second choice.
"The other option is to activate your Enlightened Spellcaster feat."
"Once you use that, the spells will be copied into your memory and you won't need a spellbook anymore."
Zhao Xu couldn't stop his heart from racing. His path to becoming a wizard had begun, and the powerful feats that this organization held were finally being revealed to him.


Zhao Xu goes back 10 years in time to the day when Arthur's game servers opened. Only he knows that one year later, the earth will be destroyed and everyone on earth will transmigrate into the world of Arthur! PS: MC is a double character class of Wizard and Archivist, training in both the arcane and the divine, includes metamagic/magic guards/spells/rubies/action points/hyperactivity/pause/temporary effect/activation/in-game purchases in the making.

The recording dissolved, leaving behind three shimmering gold words on the page. The options were 'Watch Again', 'Stay', 'Reset', and 'Logout'.
It was a no-brainer for Hugh. He hated his day job and his grades had been too poor for college. He'd barely talked to his parents in the five years since he moved out. His mom wasn't worthy of the title and his dad was less useful than a potato. He doubted his little sister would miss him. She, along with all her snotty Net-famous friends, believed gamers were embarrassing toads. Or so they said, loudly and often, when he encountered them.
Hugh's only real friends were probably sitting at their own campsites watching the same video he'd just finished. He had no reason to hesitate, so he didn't. He immediately pressed his finger to the word 'Stay'.
As he pulled away, the word dissolved. More words appeared in their place, asking him to confirm his choice to stay. He confirmed again and those words dissolved, too. A full sentence appeared, reminding him of what he was committing to—staying in Thrive for a minimum of a hundred years. He confirmed once more, noting how the place he had to press moved with each dialogue so no one could claim their choice was made by accident.
Next, he was asked to read a statement aloud for the record.
"I choose to stay in Thrive. I commit to remaining in stasis for a minimum of one hundred years. I understand this is not part of the game. This is real. I understand I will not be allowed to log out and return to the physical world until after final wake-up protocols are activated by the World Council. I understand I will not be able to change my mind once this decision has been finalized."
Yet another dialogue popped up, asking him if he had any questions regarding the terms of his decision. He pressed no. An outline of a hand appeared, along with the words, "Press this page to finalize your choice."
He pressed his palm on the page. Three seconds later, light flared under his fingers. He hesitantly pulled away to find his hand-print stamped on the inside cover in gold foil. The edges were slightly raised. Instinctively, he scratched it to see if it would come off.
There was no flare of light this time, but the effect was still noticeable. Text rose up on the book's first page, encircled with a fancy frame imitating an old illuminated manuscripts. At a glance, Hugh recognized it as a table of contents, except there only seemed to be one entry, "Page One...Profile."
He flipped the page to see what it was about, but it was still blank. He went back to the table of contents and stared at the words. They didn't shine like the gold foil words had, but perhaps that wasn't necessary for him to interact?
He pressed the entry. Like magic, the pages flipped by themselves, bypassing four blank sheets before it finally settled down. The blank surface of page one filled with a copy of his Net profile. It wasn't just the alias profile he used to log into the game's site, but the one he had registered with the World Council—his official citizen's registration profile. In it were links to his real world medical profile, his banking profile, his criminal profile, his job profile, his school profile, and his genealogical profile. Literally everything the government knew about him was available to view in neatly organized, scrolling sub-menus.
The very top of the page even announced his real name, "Hubert Dean Vander-Huberten." With a grimace, he pressed on it in hopes he could interact with the heading and change it. Nothing happened, telling him he was stuck with seeing his real name until he went to the World Council offices and officially changed it—assuming he could find an office in the game's main city.
Recalling the recording had said something about exchanging money, Hugh looked under the sub-menu for his bank profile. He wasn't too happy to see both his personal account and his gaming account listed. He'd always been careful to keep the two separate. His day job paid for his daily necessities. Money made from gaming—mostly streaming video and compiling articles for Net sites—paid for more gaming. The two accounts weren't supposed to overlap because then he got confused and overspent.
When he saw the new account listing for 'Bank of Nexus,' he realized it didn't matter if they overlapped anymore. Nexus was supposed to be Thrive's main city. And since he wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon, only the money in the Bank of Nexus account would actually matter from now on.
The interface for transferring funds was no different than using his bank's Net application, except it didn't bother asking for his login information. They didn't need to confirm who he was since they had custody of his entire body and all the DNA in it. Now that he thought about it, that was probably how they'd linked him to his World Council profile to begin with—his Cryosis suit sampled his DNA and matched it to his medical profile.
It took only a minute or two to confirm no bank accounts were missing, then transfer the funds in both real world accounts to his new auto-generated Bank of Nexus savings account. The page warned him funds would be automatically exchanged for Zettabits at a rate of $1.27 per bit. He didn't know if that was any good, but he supposed it could be a lot worse. At least this digital currency would be used, unlike so many others on the Cryptocurrency Market.
When he finished, he closed the sub-menu, then turned back to the Table of Contents. Three new entries were already waiting on him—Status, Navigator, and Life Drought. He was severely tempted to jump ahead to 'Navigator', but he pressed "Page Two...Status" first. The book flipped itself open to the correct page and filled in the appropriate information.
As far as he could tell, it was an approximation of a typical character status sheet using a star diagram. There were six stats in total. To the right it said Strength, Dexterity, and Stamina. To the left was Intellect, Empathy, and Constitution. His star was bottom-heavy with his best talents being empathy and constitution. Everything else was barely reaching average despite how much he'd built up his body with daily workouts in the real world.
Beneath the chart, there were sub-menus for Titles, Achievements, Contracts, and Hobbies. The first two were blank, but the third made him goggle when he saw a dozen entries. He opened the entry under 'Gaming' and found every game he'd ever played. Under 'Movies', he found dozens of titles. 'Writing' provided a list of gaming articles and walk-throughs he'd put together.
It wasn't until he saw 'Cooking' on the list he realized what must have happened, because he actually hated cooking. The system must have gone through everything he scanned into his memory modules and categorized the contents. And since he'd downloaded a bunch of freebie survivalist recipe books into his digital library, the system now thought he liked to cook.
He must have paused too long with his finger on one of the cookbooks because the neighboring blank page filled with a question. "New Recipes Found. Would you like to add them to your Book?" Hugh pressed yes. The pages instantly began flipping until it reached three-fourths of the way back. A new page appeared entitled 'Cooking Recipes 19/500'. Below were a half dozen entries for Dutch-oven casseroles. He stopped himself from adding anything more since there was a storage limit. Undoubtedly, there would be a way to buy upgrades later, but for now he preferred to play it safe.
He returned to the Table of Contents at the front of the page and pressed "Page Two... Navigator."
The book flipped to the correct page and filled in with a drawing of a man's face. Hugh smirked when he saw the gender symbols in the corner of the page and the sub-menus necessary for customizing the NPC's appearance. Finally, his experience as a gamer came in handy.
Hugh breezed through the menus, making selections and adjusting sliding scales by rote, until his Navigator looked like the avatar he used in nearly every other game he played. The only surprise came at the end where it said "Test" rather than "Confirm."
He pressed it.
"Hello, Hubert."

The world is dying.  To buy time to find a way to revive it, humanity retreats into cryogenic stasis and uses a game called 'Thrive' to allow society to continue to function.  This story follows an average adult gaymer, Hugh, and his AI Navigator, Dex, as they explore this new world.

"I'm sorry, I—I was forced." Xuan Lefei's eyes were filled with tears, like a wronged lamb.
How could Su Yu believe her biased words?
He searched her clothes and belongings; a wooden box among her things caught his attention.
"Top-grade spirit elixir?" Su Yu opened it up in shock, his eyes narrowing as he realized what had been inside. How could Xuan Lefei, with her family background, have obtained such a precious elixir?
"Tell me, before my anger gets the best of me—tell me the truth!" Su Yu walked towards Xuan Lefei slowly.
Xuan Lefei blinked fearfully. She was short of breath; her anxiety evident in the great rises and deep falls of her chest.
"It's…it's Qin Feng—he made me do it, I'm sorry." 
It was Qin Feng after all! Had he collaborated with Jiang Zhishi?
Qin Feng, the second among the gold students, was at Level Four Lower Tier; his power was terrifying.
It was him who had stolen Su Yu's childhood love! It was him who viciously framed Su Yu, again and again!
"Qin Feng! If I don't seek revenge, I, Su Yu, am not truly a man!" Su Yu clenched his fists tightly.
Xuan Lefei curled deeper into the bed like a little lamb; "Can you let me go? I won't dare to do it again," she said quietly.
Su Yu looked towards her, his eyes cold and distant. Finally, he waved his hand and signaled for her to leave; "Remember, don't do this again!"
Both Su Yu and Xuan Lefei existed at the bottom levels of society, and so Su Yu empathized with Xuan Lefei's hardships. Since this scheme to frame him had turned out to be a blessing in disguise, he saw no reason to not show Xuan Lefei mercy.
Having been released, Xuan Lefei, greatly relieved, hurriedly fixed her clothes before slipping out fearfully.
"Oh—hey, by the way, is it true about the demonic beasts on the Twilight Mountains? Are they really guarding treasure?" Su Yu asked.
Hearing Su Yu call out to her, Xuan Lefei's petite body froze and she turned back tearfully. She nodded her head—lightly, like a chick pecking rice—and said, "Yes, it is true. This is the map."
She quickly dropped the map before making her escape, out and away from the Silver King. Only when she was far enough away from him did she start to cry; she felt wronged and humiliated.
"Oh...I wish I were anywhere but here! He took my spirit elixir, and even—even my body was exposed—all for nothing!"
She thought about how many playboys she had interacted with—how none of them had taken advantage of her, how she had been able to protect herself… Until Su Yu, who had trapped her so easily. She sobbed uncontrollably—worst of all, Su Yu didn't even seem genuinely interested in her!
Of course, the most important matter was the spirit elixir; she had planned on using it after she completed the task—just in case she failed and had to return the spirit elixir to Qin Feng. But now, she had not completed the task and had lost the elixir; she did not know how to explain herself to Qin Feng.
Su Yu sat cross-legged in the courtyard and looked at the top-grade spirit elixir with a smile on his face; the strong power it contained was much higher than that of the middle-grade elixir, and the low-grade was barely worth mentioning in relation to the top-grade elixir he now held in his hands.
Su Yu adjusted his position until he was comfortable, and promptly swallowed the elixir. Its strong power spread through his limbs like wildfire. Quickly, Su Yu started sweating profusely all over his body. Sweat drops trickled out from his nostrils—he was absolutely drenched.
Two hours later, he awoke.
Su Yu eyes flicked open; beams of light shot from his pupils. He clenched his fists and a strong sense of power spread throughout his veins; he felt as though his whole body was full of strength. He felt like he could kill a large bull with one punch.
"Is this what Level Three feels like? It is not too different than what I've felt before," Su Yu exclaimed excitedly; he realized that he could now defeat a powerful Level Three student like Chen Tiannan—all thanks to the strength of Universal Stroke, a low-level technique.
Su Yu was so close to so much power!
However, Su Yu did not feel satisfied with himself—he needed to be stronger.
"From now on, my opponents will only get stronger; there is no way I can just depend on Universal Stroke." Su Yu instantly took out the Order of Unlimitedness, his lips curling into a smile. "Jiang Zhishi—this whole so-called trap really worked out well for me, didn't it?"
Half a day later, though it had only been a month since his last visit, Su Yu was at the Depository of Buddhist Scriptures again. As per usual, the old man guarding the place was sitting on the staircase, his expression indifferent. Seeing Su Yu approach, he coldly stated, "Within half a year, you can only enter once."
The old man's face was unpleasant as he muttered, "I have previously told you that Cloud Shadow is hard to train—not even one out of a thousand people succeed. I warned you that you would not succeed. Now, you return in defeat? Now, you want to change your technique? Well, too late!"
Awkwardly, Su Yu held up his hand, "I know, but I have the Order of Unlimitedness."
Su Yu handed over the coin and the old man's cheeks moved slightly; he stared at Su Yu intently for a moment. How had this boy, a silver-ranked student, received the Order of Unlimitedness? It was curious indeed, but it was not his place to investigate; instead, the old man merely asked another question: "How is your Cloud Shadow training progressing?"
He had hoped Su Yu had quit, as he had previously pegged Su Yu as an overachiever who failed to actually achieve.
Su Yu blushed slightly. "Cloud Shadow is hard to master; I have only trained to Stage One Top Class," he said quietly.
On average, a student with Su Yu's qualifications would take at least six months to reach his current level with Cloud Shadow—however, due to his time-cheating abilities, he had been able to reach his current stage.
The old man's face suddenly changed; his pupils shrank as he asked, "Just half a month and you have trained to Stage One Top Class?" Unbelievable! Suspicious, the old man glared. "Prove it. If you are lying to me, you know the consequences," The old man said coldly.
It was hard for him to believe that among the silver students, someone could successfully train this obscure, light-body cultivation technique. For this technique, even the highly-skilled would find it hard to get started without at least a full month of training—but Su Yu had somehow managed to train to Level One Top Class within two weeks.
Of course, the old man did not know Su Yu had a time-cheat technique, which allowed him to train ten times faster than other students. Now, after increasing his time-cheat power, he could increase the speed to twenty times faster than usual—his training speed would be even faster than before.
Su Yu, after the old man challenged him, promptly displayed the light-body cultivation technique. His light body was like the cloud's shadow—light and fluid, like floating duckweed—he was elegance and agility combined, never once slowing down.
The one man's face was one of shock. Realizing he had forgotten himself, he quickly converted his shocked expression and stepped clear of the staircase, speaking with his usual cold tone; "You have the right to enter the second and third levels, but you can only take away one skill; that rule remains the same."
"Okay!" Su Yu flew past the old man in a flash.
Su Yu had seen all the skills on the first level before—there was nothing left which caught his eye. Only the second and third levels had the skills he needed. At the entrance of the second level there was a stone sign:
'Level two, 49 assault cultivation techniques, 490 assisting techniques.'
Su Yu clicked his tongue. Level one had 101 assault cultivation techniques and 491 assisting techniques; Level two had less than half of the number of techniques available on level one. Of course, the techniques in level two were all medium level, and the attacks on level one couldn't even compare. With fewer techniques, Su Yu was more serious in choosing his selection.
A long while later.
"Medium level technique, Tempest!" Su Yu's eyes lit up.
"After successfully training this technique, there will be cold wind generated between leg techniques. After training Tempest to completion, the cold wind will solidify water vapor into ice, and there will be wind and snow generated between kicks. This is the top tier of the medium level techniques; its strength is comparable to top level techniques."
"This technique's basic requirement is a strong foundation in leg techniques; a core requirement is strong comprehension skills."
"To those who choose to attempt this technique, please be careful! If you do not have the determination found in only one-in-a-million, do not waste your time!"
Su Yu flipped open the book, and his vision instantly swam with the amount of information packed onto one page. The words written within were not only choppy but hard to pronounce. Cloud Shadows technique was considered hard to comprehend—but compared to this book, it was nothing. Su Yu looked at the book for ten minutes and did not understand a single sentence!
Su Yu was not discouraged, however, and was instead more motivated than ever. The harder it was to comprehend a technique, the more powerful it was; it also meant there were not many other trainees, and it would be difficult for his opponents to counter the move. 
Su Yu activated his time-control; time sped up twenty times faster than normal. To outsiders, Su Yu only looked at the book for half an hour—but, he actually spent a total of ten hours memorizing it. In actual fact, he had already spent ten hours memorizing it.
After that, Su Yu continued reviewing the techniques available. "Ghost Spirit technique, medium level technique." Su Yu discovered the technique which Chen Tiannan was training. He took one look at the text before setting it down; although the technique was powerful, it required a foundation in poisons—which he did not have.
"Oh? Demonic Eyes? What's this?" When he had browsed up to the last assault cultivation technique, a black-covered gloomy book grabbed his attention.
"Demonic Eyes, medium level technique. After training, it can attack the soul. The lower tier can cause the victim to be dizzy, and the upper tier can cause death; it is extremely dangerous.
"The only basic requirement is to be gifted in soul energy.
"This technique is extremely powerful. Because it involves the soul, there are great risks involved in training—as the soul could easily retaliate. For those gifted in soul energy, please select carefully. For those not gifted in soul energy, there is a 90-percent chance of death."
Su Yu clicked his tongue. Demonic Eyes had unique requirements.
Am I gifted in soul energy?
Flipping open to the top page, there was a small line of words:
"To check if you are gifted in soul energy, you can refer to the first ten words on the first page of this technique book; the words hold a weak soul attack. If you can read the first word clearly, it means you are weakly gifted in soul energy… If you can read the second word clearly, you are average… Third word, above average… Fourth word, rather strong..."
Su Yu flipped past the page and saw the introduction to the technique had ten rather weird-looking words. They were blurry—the letters swimming across the page as if they were alive, which made it difficult for Su Yu to read them clearly. Even so, strangely, Su Yu could distinctly read the first seven words.
According to the previous passage, his ability to see seven words clearly meant he had a terrifying gift in soul energy! Su Yu blinked in disbelief; his body was entirely mediocre; mediocre physique, mediocre perception—he was only capable of his current strength due to the Nine-Dragon Cauldron.
To suddenly discover his terrifying gift in soul energy was difficult for Su Yu to process. 
After Su Yu took a moment to sit in shock, he came to an understanding.
"It must be the result of the combination of the souls of the two Su Yus; thus, my soul is twice as powerful as others my age!"
Su Yu rejoiced. He immediately memorized Demonic Eyes. After that, of the 490 available assisting techniques, Su Yu saw nothing that interested him.
"I wonder what level three is like. Maybe it's all top-level techniques?" Looking upwards, Su Yu lept to level three. Level three was only open to the institute's ten great demon students—every technique kept there was nothing less than incredible.


A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.
A poor little kid walks out from a remote mountain area while holding the Nine Dragons and the Incredible Cauldron. With a control over the time and space eternally, he embarks on the Path to God where he defies the odds of the boundless universe gaudily by fighting against royalty and clashing with the legendary generation.

Dante is just your average man, working in a BPO company. His looks is also average, nothing special about his character. He is a very hardworking man. He very often do overtime just to help his parents have a good life. During his break time, he received a text message from his parents about a serious problem. His dad was addicted to gambling and now, he use the house's deeds as a bet and lost. Now, the gambling house is getting the house as payment and they don't know where to get the money to get their house back. They need to have 4 hundred thousand peso to pay for the house and gave them 3 days to settle this, if not they will claim the house and his parents will lose their home. Since Dante only have around 5 thousand peso on his bank account so he told his mother that he will ask for help from his friends. 

He contacted all his friends and ask for help but no one helped him. He is now helpless. After he got off to work, he checked online for personal loans but he didn't find any. While browsing, a pop up suddenly appeared before him. It states " Extreme win win win lottery!!! In need of money? Try your luck now!" The pop up's design's design seems legit but you know about pop ups. Since he's so desperate of money, he Clicked on it and he was directed to a page where in there's a typical lottery machine. The page states that the lottery will start in just  5 minutes. He's really desperate for money so he clicked on the "Enter lottery" button. 

As a new page loads, he was shocked with what he saw. For you to enter the lottery, you'll need to have at least 5 thousand pesos. That's the cost per lottery. The other thing that shocked him was the price for winning is $347,892,657. Freaking three hundred forty seven million, eight hundred ninety two thousand, six hundred fifty seven Dollars!! He is tempted to play however, he's not quite sure if this lottery is legit or bogus, He needed the money but if he played and lost, he wont have any money to add for him to pay the gambling house. There was no way he can find 400 thousand peso in just a matter of 3 days. The page says "3 minutes remaining before the lottery starts" There is a disclaimer that this will be the last time they will run the lottery. If no one wins, the amount will be given to charities around the country. Dante is desperate, he really, really need the money. After a minute of thinking, he decided to give it a go. Its a do or die chance for him. He was asked for his bank account number so the site can collect the amount and it will be used in case that the player won the lottery. The payment was made and he now gets to choose the numbers. With this specific lottery, you'll need to pick 5 numbers from 1 to 56. With 1 minute left, he wasn't able to think about the numbers to pick. he just randomly clicked on a number. What he chose was 12, 7, 16, 35 and 55. After choosing the numbers, it was just 5 seconds before the lottery begins.. 5...4...3...2...1... Another pop up was shown stating "Lets start the lottery!! the lucky numbers will be shown in a while". After a while, the page was refreshed.

Dante, a typical hardworking man who is struggling with his current life. He then luckily won a lottery worth $347,892,657. How will he change his life from nothing to something?

The truth proved that nothing is impossible.
It was fine to have no taxes, and it was fine to remove tariffs for some goods, but the latter exception made the Malaysian government troubled. While both New Guinea and Papua Province were both on Papua Island and the two countries were connected by a highway, any goods transported through this highway required tariffs to be paid.
Especially when it came to mining resources, Papua was rich in resources throughout the island. The Papua provincial government didn't want to see New Guinea's ores flooding into Malaysia to steal their own market share.
But if Future Group was granted a special pass, that meant the border was non-existent to them.
But!
The 5 billion USD investment made it hard for the Malaysian government to give up. Malaysia received a total investment of 174.9 billion Ringgit in 2016, a drop from 186.7 billion in 2015 by 6%. Although the decrease had slowed down compared to the terrifying 21% cliff dive, overall, the Malaysian economic situation was optimistic.
Future Group's 5 billion USD couldn't be underestimated. Based on the investment performance of Future Group at the port, one USD of investment attracted at least 1.7 USD in international capital. Even compared with the wealthy Wall Street across the world, Future Group was considered a generous investor.
A lot of investors even closely monitored Future Group's activity and invested wherever Future Group invested. The trend of following Future Group was best demonstrated in Xin; Future Group's 10 billion USD investments there drew in at least 13 billion of follow-up investments. Because of the international capital flooding in, it made Coro Island a rising pearl in the west Pacific.
Yu Weida brought Jiang Chen's words back to Malaysia.
One week later, the Malaysian government sent Jiang Chen a reply.
There was only a short sentence in the letter.
"Cheers to our cooperation."
The Malaysian government executed the document with the cooperation of the local Papua provincial government to designate the 180-square-kilometer area on the northeastern border of Papua Province as the New Malaysia Special District. Combined with the 40 square kilometers of land negotiated with the New Guinea government, Celestial Trade owned land on Papua Island the size of three Xiangjiangs.
The land was located at the border of the two countries. After the establishment of the special zone, Celestial Trade and Future Group's employees and vehicles could freely move between the special district and New Guinea. But entering the other area of Papua Province from the special zone would still require custom inspections and tariff charges. It was the equivalent of the Malaysian government moving out the inspection station on the border by ten-something kilometers.
Establishing an industrial zone on the border was similar to the UK industrial zone, but differences also existed. In terms of taxes, the two governments' tax revenue was split 8:2. In terms of management and administration, Malaysian officials managed the special district.
Jiang Chen was extremely pleased with their compromise, and he was also shockingly surprised.
Malaysia had high hopes regarding Future Group's prospects and was willing to establish a special zone to attract Jiang Chen's investment.
Just as Yu Weida said, the education levels of the indigenous people of New Guinea were too low. The production efficiency of the workers was, in fact, related to their education levels. It might not be reflected in the boilers of the steel plant, but it could be seen in other plants.
Take, for example, the parts required to construct a housework robot.
To polish a part of the robot, a worker with an elementary education would require one month of training with an average polishing speed of 31 parts per day, but a worker with a high school education would only require 10 days of training with an average polishing speed of 47 parts per day. A lot of Han and Vietnam descendants who entered New Guinea through Papua Province had production efficiencies that were levels above the indigenous people of New Guinea.
After the approval of the special zone document, Future Group negotiated with the special district government and acquired ownership rights of all 15 square kilometers of land at a symbolic price of 1 USD per square meters.
Immediately, Jiang Chen spent 1.2 billion USD and hired five construction companies to simultaneously start on the construction of roads, residences and other basic infrastructure as well as steel plants, robot part plants and chemical plants for manufacturing MIX1 batteries to connect the plants built at the west end of the port.
The completion of the industrial zone would create 117,000 job positions in Papua Province.
The Capitol.
The atmosphere in the conference room was low-spirited. The thinktanks of the Capitol sat around the table and exchanged opinions regarding the document in front of them. Their faces displayed shock, disbelief, and mostly concern.
Hill sat at the end of the table. The aggressive old woman won the race against her opponent, but since her inauguration, she had never been tested by an incident this scale.
A middle-aged man walked into the room.
All the eyes in the conference room were directed at him, including Hill who sat at the end.
Naomi Martin didn't waste any words and put the document on the table.
"The results of the autopsy report have come out. The result of death was heart failure ... it's suspected he was killed."
The conference room became rattled.
Gordon, the F35 pilot, was found not on MLL Island, but in Singapore 2,000 kilometers away. When CIB agents found him through all the clues, he had been dead for half a month.
Why would the F35 fighter pilot suddenly leave the combat zone and strike City K? Why did he not attempt to contact the command center after he parachuted and appeared in Singapore 2,000 kilometers away?
Too many questions were brought into his grave.
But CIB was indeed the hound of UA. When they were conducting a search of the pilot's apartment, they found a suspicious diary.
30 pages of the 41 pages diary were ripped out. They found a large number of smudges on the 31st page with the only distinguishable thing being a word.
"Kurofune, the black boat."
"We already discussed this problem."
"Should we contact the Nippon government? Perhaps they know something."
"I'll bet 10 dollars that the 'Kurofune' probably is a nightclub that our boys like to go."
"Luke, we're in a conference." Hill used a calm but authoritative voice.
The man named Luke immediately closed his mouth and shrugged at his colleagues.
Then Hill directed her gaze at Naomi, who just entered.
"You're late, but I guess you have new discoveries, right?"
Naomi took a deep breath and nodded.
"Gordon seemed to be tortured before his death, but based on the statement from his neighbor, no one entered or left his room. From the room, we detected vomit and alcohol… he ingested a large quantity of alcohol before his death."
"Get to the point; I'm not here to listen to your autopsy report."
"I am just about to get to the point." Naomi continued, "based on the analysis of our intelligence personnel, Kurofune should be an organization. And Gordon should've contacted the organization before his death. But this wasn't the most shocking discovery."
"There's indirect evidence to prove that Kurofune is perhaps related to that thing we're researching in Area 51."
When Naomi finished the last sentence, the entire conference room was dead silent.


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


The astonished projection of Zex looked at the interface then looked around. 

Everything was dark except a spherical area within a 5 meter radius around him. He was floating as there was no gravity to pull him down. In fact, there was no assurance which direction WAS down.

'I've read and seen enough stories about this genre in my life --- *Ahem* previous life... So I have a system. And for now, it would be a waste of time to be deducing how I ended up like this.'

'I need more information.'

This means that what I need to do right now is understand the system so I can use it to survive, exploit it as much as I can to be overpowered and explore this world with as much freedom as possible…' Zex set his mind to various short term goals and long term goals as he usually did in his previous life.

…

He then transferred his attention to the interface which had been hovering in front of him. He consoled himself by thinking that it was good that the system wasn't a 'living' companion acting all stupid, narcissistic, or horny, annoying him to some extent. However, part of him still wished otherwise… just a small part.

"Please be overpowered. Please be overpowered." Zex prayed intensely as he tapped a finger on the interface.

A ripple effect spread throughout the interface originating from the spot where his finger touched and the words 'Welcome to Valeingash' flashed once before moving to the upper left of the screen. The interface widened and the empty blue screen began to be filled with numbers and symbols that were unsurprisingly, from his mother tongue.

[Character Page. View: Detailed v]

Name: Zexekiel Cross
Level: 0
Race: [Human]
Age: 21
Class: [Villager]
Subclass: [Novice Farmer 1/5 Lvl 0(Exp 0/100)]
Experience Points Available: 0

Alignment: Neutral Evil
Faction: None

Active Skills: None

Passive Skills: [Stamina up lvl 1], [Wisdom of The Aged lvl 10], [Knowledge Seeker lvl 10], [Smooth Talker lvl 5], [Repressed Evil lvl ???]

Buffs: [None]

Debuffs: [Unfamiliar Body lvl 9 (unknown duration)], [Demon Lord Suppression lvl 10]

Primary Attributes:
(0 unspent)

Strength - 6+0(3)
Vitality - 8+0(4)
Constitution - 7+0(4)
Resistance - 0+0(0)
Agility - 4+0(2)
Dexterity - 3+0(2)
Intelligence - 2+0(101)
Wisdom - 1+0(101)
Spirit - 0+0(0)
Charisma - 8+0(54)
Luck - 0+0(0)

Secondary Attributes:

Health = 32/32
Mana = 808/808
Stamina =18/18
Concentration = 98/111
Resonance = 10/100

[Physical]
Melee Physical Attack - (Str*3)+(Agi*1) =11(0)
Ranged Physical Attack - (Agi*3)+(Str*1) = 9(0)
Attack Speed Bonus - (Agi/100) Attack per second = 0.02(0) Attacks per second bonus
Max Health - (Vit*8) = 32(32)
Health Regeneration - (Vit/10) per second = 0.4(0) per second
Max Stamina - (Vit*2)+(Con*2) = 15(17)
Stamina Regeneration- (Vit/20)+(Con/20) per second = 0.31(0) per second
Physical Defense - (Con*2) = 7(0)

[Magical]
Magical Attack - (Int*2)+(Wis*2) = 403(0)
Magical Defense - (Int/2)+(Wis/2)+(Res) = 101(0)
Casting Speed - (Wis/5) Cast Completion Points per second = 20(0) per second
Max Mana - (Int*8) = 808(0)
Mana Regeneration - (Int/20)+(Wis/10) per second = 15(0) per second


[Mental]
Mental Attack - (Int*1)+(Wis/5) = 121(0)
Mental Defense - (Int/4)+(Wis/10) = 35(0)
Mental Penetration Speed - (Int/10)+(Wis/10) per second = 20(0) per second
Mental Penetration Reduction - (Int/20)+(Wis/20) per second = 10(0) per second
Concentration - 10 + (Wis*1) = 111
Concentration Recovery - 0.1 + (Wis/100) = 1.1(0) per second

[Spiritual]
Spiritual Attack - (Spi*4) = 0(0)
Spiritual Defense - (Spi*2) = 0(0)
Full Resonance = 100 - (Spi/10) = 100
Resonance Gain =  1 + Spi/20 per day = 1(0) per day

[Odds]
Accuracy Bonus - (Dex/5)*1% = 0.4(0)%
Evasion - (Agi/5)*1% = 0.4(0)%
Critical Strike Chance - ((Luc*2) + (Dex/10))*1% = 0.2(0)%
Critical Strike Evasion - ((Luc/2) + (Agi/5))*1% = 0.4(0)%
Critical Hit Damage - ((Str/2) + (Int/2))*1% = 52(52)%
Special Effect Success Chance Bonus - ((Luc) + (Wis/10) + (Spi/10))*1% = 10%(10%)
Special Effect Evasion - ((Luc/2) + (Wis/5) + (Spi/8))*1% = 20%(20%)

[Elemental]
Fire Damage - +0% (0)
Fire Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Wind Damage - +0% (0)
Wind Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Water Damage - +0% (0)
Water Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08% (0)
Earth Damage - +0% (0)
Earth Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Lightning Damage - +0% (0)
Lightning Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Light Damage - +0% (0)
Light Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Dark Damage - +0% (0)
Dark Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Space Damage - +0% (0)
Space Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)
Time Damage - +0% (0)
Time Resistance - (Res+1/12)+0% =0.08%(0)

...

'These are… extremely detailed. Oh, there is a toggle for 'simple view'.

Anyway, what the hell is the deal with my Intelligence and Wisdom stats?' Zex mused to himself after giving the information a first look. 'Let's see.'

...

Passive Skills:

[Stamina Up Lvl 1] - Your body has a slightly above average ability to deliver more effort. Increase Maximum Stamina by 10%. 

[Wisdom of the Aged Lvl 10] - The wisdom you have gathered for living long enough is commendable. Increase Wisdom by 100 points.

[Knowledge Seeker Lvl 10] - Your accumulation of knowledge is amazing. Increase Intelligence by 100 points.

[Smooth Talker Lvl 5] - You can talk your way out of most situations. Increase Charisma by 50 points.

"WHAT THE FUCK??? So because I died of old age… I was able to get these OP[1] passives???" Zex complained aloud but felt his heart beating faster with excitement.

"Huh? [Repressed Evil]?" He noticed that the last passive skill was very unusual and had a wall of text.

[Repressed Evil Lvl ???] - You have lived your previous life holding back the evil within you. Now is your chance to unleash your inner evil upon this world. Evil Actions and Choices grant +100% more experience. When using or casting Forbidden Items or Skills (Abilities, Techniques, and Spells): ignore backlash effects, +100% damage, +100% range, +100% projectile speed, -50% Cast Completion requirement, +50% Cooldown reduction, +50% Special Effect Success Chance. Alignment will always be at the [Evil] spectrum. Special Triggers can award you [Repressed Evil Fragments] that can be exchanged for a random number of Free Attribute Points between 66-666 or used to learn one out of five Forbidden skills randomized from the [Source pool]. Please discover these Special Triggers yourself. Other effects are currently hidden.

WARNING: Can learn only one ability or spell from each pull, once one is chosen and another fragment is used, the choices randomize once more.

Current Number of Repressed Evil Fragments: {1}

…

"Fuck it! Am I destined to be the antagonist?"

[1] OP or Overpowered is a gaming slang which means having an ability or feature that makes it seem unfair for those who don't have or use it.

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