this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
Please have fun reading these poems.;,;.
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It was already the afternoon and Angeal, Arlo, Arvid, Frey, and Dharvey were already having their classes. Usually in the afternoon, each of them would be having their major classes of their degree so they don't usually meet each other unless they plan to go home together.
Angeal was in her Stylistics class, listening to Professor Leon. He was already telling the class what tasks they would be doing for the week, already giving them what they would have to do today.
It was also known to the class that Professor Leon is Angeal's father. When they knew about it through rumors that spread ironically from the faculty room, the people who knew were surprised and now understood why their resemblance is uncanny.
Angeal looked like the female version of Professor Leon. Other than that, they both share the same interest in writing—the difference is that Professor Leon lived to teach how to write, and Angeal learned to make stories.
"Now," Professor Leon said as he wrote two titles of a poems on the board, the eyes of the students focused on it. "We would be doing The Passionate Shepherd and The Nymph's Reply."
When the students read the two titles on the board, most of them weren't familiar of the titles. They stared at Professor Leon expectantly, waiting for him to explain further what they are about to do for today's class.
Since this is Stylistics class, the students already expected what they were about to do.
Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works.
Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing.
If not a short story or a novel to study, sometimes, poems can be used for literary studies in Stylistics.
"We will be studying two poems today namely, 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' by Christopher Marlowe, and "The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd' by Sir Walter Raleigh. For further information, Christopher made his poem in the year 1599, and Walter's, in the year 1600."
As everyone was about to reach out to their phones for them to do a research, Professor Leon called out their attention by clapping his hands thrice, surprising most of his students to stop them from using their smartphones.
"Hey, if you search everything on the net, what will you learn?" he reprimanded, everyone's eyes on him as he leaned on his desk, continuing to speak. "You are to study two poems, correct? We have discussed about ways on how to study poems the other day, now I want you to do just that."
With what Professor Leon had instructed, everyone got their notebook instead, getting a piece of paper at the same time to jot down what they have observed from the two poems.
"Since you are given two poems, you are going to do comparing and contrasting. Once you start, you would find it interesting—the connection of the two poems," he said further as he flashed on the white board the two poems, beside each other.
The moment the two poems flashed before the students, most of them smiled, seeing how each stanza of the different poems came out to be replying to each other.
"Now with what I told you, you are given the whole period to do your study about the poems. Five minutes before the bell rings, submit your papers then you are free to go."
With the instructions now finalized, everyone went silent as they read the poem, the students already making notes before doing an in-depth analysis of each.
Angeal, however, read each poem at the same time, reading one stanza for the other, and another stanza for the second. In this way, she would see how the two poems were connected.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
First:
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
First:
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
***
From the first stanzas of the two poems, Angeal wrote on her notes the two characters namely the shepherd and the nymph. Since the poem was made in 1599, obviously, the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh was made to reply to the poem Christopher Marlowe had done.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Second:
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
Second:
Time drives the flocks from field to fold.
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
***
From what Angeal has read from the first poem, she deduced that it was a pastoral lyric—a poetry that expresses emotions in an idyllic setting. It is associated with Shepherds writing music to their flocks. The tradition goes back to David in the bible and Hesiod, the Greek poet.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Angeal has yet to read more in order for her to deduce what else she would find out.
"Hmm…" 
Angeal tapped the tip of her pen on the table as she blankly stared at the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, mumbling to herself at the same time. 
"This is more than just a reply."
"That's right."
When Professor Leon spoke, Angeal was startled for a bit as she did not notice that the professor was actually behind her, getting everyone's attention as each student looked at their instructor.
"The poem by Sir Walter Raleigh is more than just a reply to the shepherd. Look closely—read between the lines. Look at its theme—look at the words used. Do not only skim above the surface."
With his reminder said, he continued walking about in the room, the students continuing their task at hand. 
Angeal then continued reading the following stanzas of the poems, in hopes that she would understand what she was missing.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
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Once it finished speaking, the figure of light scattered into specks of light and disappeared.

The world returned to silence for a brief moment.

Then the black market erupted into noise as countless people loudly discussed among themselves.

Some quick-witted people even sneakily ran into bookstores.

The seven Holy Bibles!

Each Holy Bible depicted the words, actions as well as the view of the Gods towards all things, the teachings they had towards their followers as well as their predictions of the future.

To find the labyrinth, they needed to look for the 21 poems of divination that lie within the 7 Holy Bible!

Fortunately, within the Strife Zones, the 7 Holy Bibles had always been the most well-circulated books, sometimes, the Holy Churches would even give the Holy Bibles out to their followers for free.

In the Strife Zones, the books with the most copies within any bookstore had always been the 7 Holy Bibles.

After another short period of chaos, everyone managed to gather an ample amount of Holy Bibles from several different bookstores.

A Combatant had the thought of wanting to take all the books for himself but quickly gave up on it.

Because he knew that if he tried to do that, everyone would gather and risk their lives to kill him.

Because this was a teaching of God!

Even before the issue of faith comes into play, the figure of light had already said that it had only bought a bit of time for living beings – for them.

If they couldn't find the labyrinth, they wouldn't be able to find the Divine Armaments, and the sinful creature wouldn't be sealed again.

If his impulsive actions caused the search for the Divine Armaments to fail at the last minute, then he would die together with everyone else within the belly of the monster!

So the Combatant took a deep breath, pulled out a copy of the Holy Bible from inside his chest and quickly flipped through.

This was a Holy Bible of Death, depicting many of the Death God's actions and words, with an addendum of his poems predicting the future at the end.

There are probably a few thousand of these poems.

And this was only one of the Holy Bibles.

There are a total of 7 Holy Bibles…

He shook his head and quickly focused on reading through the poems.

This was going to be a vast undertaking, but no matter how tough it was, they needed to find the poems that fit the current situation as fast as possible!

The entire black market fell into tranquillity.

A path that leads directly to becoming a Demigod was now in front of them.

No one had the time to kill and struggle for mundane riches.

At the edge of the floating port.

Gu Qing Shan gave Little Dusk a cup of steaming hot tea while he leaned on a chair and read his newspaper.

This was the Spire Keeper Association's newspaper.

After being silent for so long, it finally updated with more news just now.

"You're not going to try and read those prediction poems?" Little Dusk asked him as she drank her tea.

Gu Qing Shan was focused on the newspaper as he casually answered: "Ah, I won't; I've already given up my faith, remember?"

"It's actually fine you know, you can give it a try" Little Dusk encouraged him.

"Why?"

"Because according to those words just now, the Divinities don't care whether or not you're their follower, as long as you can collect the Divine Armaments, they will help you fully light your Tree of Divinity------- and make you a Demigod"

"Will they actually be that generous?" Gu Qing Shan was still reading the newspaper as he asked.

"Trust me, I know the Divinities very well" Little Dusk said: "They are very keen on sealing away all the unknown and powerful creatures of sin, and mortals who help Divinities achieve that goal will always receive their favour and rewards"

Gu Qing Shan hesitantly spoke: "But wouldn't directly becoming a Demigod be too much of a leap for living beings?"

Little Dusk smiled: "Demigods aren't really all that either, it's just the first step on becoming a real God"

"Are there any Demigods in the Strife Zones?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

Little Dusk answered him: "The serving deities being worshipped in the 7 Holy Churches are all Demigods"

Gu Qing Shan muttered: "Serving deity…"

According to the dead general's memories, Gu Qing Shan knew that each God had their own serving deities.

The serving deities would deal with complicated matters and management in place of the Gods, loyally adhering to their orders.

Gu Qing Shan then recalled the black hound that lingered around Anna.

------how strong is it?

"Demigod huh… do you think I should give it a try?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

Little Dusk told him: "You should, becoming a Demigod will greatly increase your strength, your cultivation will jump several realms, your card grade will also leap several levels at once from a grey card to something else"

"Hmm… that does sound enticing" Gu Qing Shan muttered.

In truth, he was very interested in it right now.

Little Dusk stood up: "Let's go, we should try looking at the poems in the 7 Holy Bibles------ I know the 7 Divinities quite well, so we should be able to find those 21 poems very quickly"

She continued: "From there we can analyze the poems and find out where the labyrinth is"
"We can then simply search through the labyrinth, bring the Divine Armaments out and seal the sinful creature away"

Gu Qing Shan silently looked at her and asked: "You've also been sealed by them, so why are you trying to help them? Don't you want to take revenge?"

Little Dusk asked confusedly: "Revenge? What's revenge?"

Gu Qing Shan considered briefly before explaining: "It's… whenever someone does something bad to you, you also want to make them feel what you felt"

Little Dusk casually smiled: "The Divinities were only afraid of me"

Gu Qing Shan said again: "But they sealed you away"

Little Dusk looked at him: "That was already in the past, what I'm doing right now has nothing to do with them, I just want to help you become a Demigod"

Gu Qing Shan fell silent.

He put the newspaper back on the table.

-------unlike before, this time the newspaper was white with black text, it was completely black, like a shroud of darkness that covered everything.

Lines of text burned through the black background.

[Final notice]
[The 900 million World Layers alliance has been destroyed]
[Billions of worlds have been plunged into darkness]
[The monster is currently wrestling with the Demon King Order for the right to destroy it all]
[Regardless of who wins in the end, the only path waiting for living beings everywhere is enslavement or death]
[Attention please, this is the final notice of the Spire Keeper Association before our collapse]
[Everything is over]
[Goodbye forever, my friends]

When Gu Qing Shan no longer looked at the newspaper, the burning text started to spread on the black paper.

Flames quickly ate through the entire thing.

Within the burning flames, what remained of the once-glorious Spire Keeper Association also turned into ash, completely erased from the 900 million World Layers.

The 900 million World Layers alliance had also been destroyed.

This was the end of an era.

The great shroud of the apocalypse was slowly being pulled open.

For now, the only lucky survivors were those within the Strife Zones, hidden away by the power of the Divinities.

But no one knew how long this luck could actually last.

Gu Qing Shan deeply sighed, clasped his hands together, and formed a seal.

"I have something to ask you"

He told Little Dusk.

Specks of light gathered at his fingertips, forming a terrifying visage.

It was a face made of light, half-man, half-women, their eyes were filled with insanity and hysteria, both carrying an expression of pain with wide-open mouths as if they were screaming in silence.

Indeed, this was the creature that rested within God Institute.

---------the eerie monster that no one could go against!

"Do you know what this is?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

As Little Dusk stared at the monster, her expression slowly became solemn.

With a slow and cold tone, she told him: "It has many names, the Predator, Enemy of Divinity, God Eater Sin, Ender of the Desolate Age"

Gu Qing Shan was glad and asked: "So you know about it?"

"I do" Little Dusk nodded: "This is a creature from the Age of Desolation-------- the age before the Divinities were born"
"This creature brought an end to the Age of Desolation after the Divinities were born, even the powerful True Gods with vast, unimaginable power could only become its food"
"The reason why the Divinities created myriads of living beings, even breaking all taboos in search of forces much more powerful than themselves was because of fear, and the majority of that fear came from this creature"

Gu Qing Shan asked further: "Have the Divinities ever won against it?"

Little Dusk replied: "The Divinities once had a decisive battle against it------- I was present at the time as well"

"So you already fought against it?"

"Not me alone, all the most powerful creations of the Divinities participated in that battle, some of them were even stronger than I was"

"And you won?"

"We did, but barely, the majority of Divinities at the time lost their lives for it, powerful creatures the likes of which I couldn't believe also died in that battle"

"What about the monster?"

"We couldn't thoroughly destroy it, so we sealed it away------- that was all we could do, but that way, the Divinities were temporarily safe"

Gu Qing Shan silently nodded.

Little Dusk asked curiously: "How do you know about this creature?"

Gu Qing Shan replied: "It has reappeared"

Little Dusk was speechless.

For the very first time, Gu Qing Shan saw her making an expression of fear and anxiety.

"Now that the Divinities are no longer here, does that mean it is invincible?" Gu Qing Shan tried asking.

"No" Little Dusk shook her head, "the Divinities would never allow that terrifying past to persist once again"
"Once the creature was sealed away, they studied for countless years and finally found a way to deal with that creature"

Gu Qing Shan's eyes lit up and asked: "What was it?"

"It was a secret, a secret of Divinities" Little Dusk shook her head as she looked at him.

Gu Qing Shan's expression turned solemn: "Listen to me, Little Dusk, you have to tell me, otherwise more and more people will be killed by that monster, and all the worlds will be destroyed"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but because after the Divinities won the war, the Divinities no longer trusted weaponized beings like myself who only existed for war, so I don't know what that secret was" Little Dusk explained.

"Is there no trace of it at all?" Gu Qing Shan was still unwilling to let go.

"Of course there is, I know where the Divinities hid that secret" Little Dusk replied.

"Where?"

"It was a unique number, one that represented endless death within the language of the Gods------ it was 944, yeah, the #944 coin"

"Coin? The Divinities left their secrets within a coin?" Gu Qing Shan was in total disbelief.

Then he suddenly recalled the #109 coin that he had.

This coin had the ability to summon a fridge.

Which means------
A lot of the other numbered coins actually have their own unique uses as well?

Little Dusk explained: "Yeah, every coin after #900 no longer represent wealth, and they aren't in circulation, these coins were forged by the Divinities themselves using eternal materials, hiding truths and secrets that should never be spoken"

Gu Qing Shan lowered his gaze and muttered: "Are these coins the same as those numbered below 900 as well? With their numbers depicting how crucial they are?"

"No, you can't use the same scale for measuring wealth to measure truths and secrets, every coin after #900 has its own meaning, none of which is more important than the rest"

Then Little Dusk seemed to recall something as her voice became neglectful and indistinct:

"All coins above #900 are equally important, except… the final three coins, only one copy of each were ever made…"

Gu Qing Shan didn't notice the change of tone in her voice.

He was only thinking about how to win against the monster.

Only one copy of each----- the fewer there were, the more important the secret it held, this should have been a very simple thing to conclude for Gu Qing Shan.

"The #944 coin…" Gu Qing Shan muttered, "alright, I'll keep it in mind and try to find this coin"

He stood up: "As for now, we need to find those three Divine Armaments and quickly leave this world as soon as we can"

Little Dusk also stood up: "Then we're going to a bookstore?"

"No, we're heading for the desert" Gu Qing Shan told her.

Little Dusk was confused: "But we still haven't found the 21 poems of divinations and still don't know where the labyrinth is"

Gu Qing Shan said: "Just follow me"

"Do you have a way?" Little Dusk asked.

"Yeah" Gu Qing Shan replied.

"You can bypass looking for the poems and directly look for the Divine Armaments?" Little Dusk couldn't help but ask him again.

"Yeah" Gu Qing Shan replied again.

"I don't believe you, what kind of way is it? Can you tell me?" Little Dusk pursued further.

"Ah, it's probably the same way that the God Eater Sin used to hunt the Divinities for food in the past"

Gu Qing Shan told her.

He had just spent a few thousand Soul Points on his War God UI.

The Mystic-type skill from God Institute, [Miracle Search] had been activated


The end of all worlds approach.
The Demon King Order harvests lives from all manners of living beings.
Within this darkness full of despair, a single person bypassed Space-time and returned to before the world collapsed, determined to change the fate of the past.
But as time went by, he gradually found that the Apocalypse isn’t quite as simple as he thought…
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Translator: La0o9
Link to the WAO glossary page for possible confusing terminologies, a short character list and overall minor spoilers (I recommend not to check the page out until you reach the latest chapter): 
https://otakutl.blogspot.com/2020/02/wao-glossary.html


"What?!" Zhao Yu put down his chopsticks and asked, "You know these hexagram poems?"
The place where his mother pointed really was where Zhao Yu recorded the complicated hexagram poems from the system. Zhao Yu had looked for the explanation for very long but no one understood them.
Worn out the iron shoes hunting around, and it was found without even looking for it!
"Who knew, the one who understood was right before my eyes, and she is my mother!" Zhao Yu thought. "Goodness gracious. If I really could understand the hexagram poems, it would really help me with adventures in the future!"
"I'm not too sure though." His mother creased her eyebrows and said, "These things that you wrote down, I've seen them in a book at your grandfather's house. It was a handwritten copy, called The Art of Heaven Bagua! I asked your grandfather before! Your grandfather said that the Heaven Bagua was also called the Ghost Bagua—an ancient secret art that was lost! Sounds quite incredible. Hehehe…" Then she said, "Son, I don't understand, why would you have these hexagram poems?"
"I…" Zhao Yu was trying to make an excuse, "For a case! Yeah! It was for a case! I found it when I went to investigate a case! Mom, if you were to help me to solve this, it could be helpful for the case! Hurry up, tell me everything you know!"
"Mm…" His mother was touching the words on the notebook. She looked like she was trying hard to recall something. She said after a while, "These hexagram poems seem…to be…not what the words meant! So, it doesn't matter if you know the words, you just need to look at the orientation of the four corners and the five elements…
"Mm…sigh!" His mother suddenly sighed as she said, "It'd be great if your grandfather was still alive! I only gazed at it but never studied it before! Plus, this is lost to the world. It shouldn't be easy to understand!"
"Really?" Zhao Yu was depressed. " I…. How about my two uncles? Do they know?"
"Cough!" His mother pouted and said, "Don't bring up those two heartless b*stards, okay? They never do anything good, but only know how to fool around. Such an embarrassment to your grandfather! They are no match for me! At least I had no problem evaluating my daughter in law!"
"What the…" Zhao Yu held his mother's shoulder. "Mom, think again. See if you have any way to understand this. This is very important!"
"Son!" His mother pondered and said, "I vaguely remember your grandfather said that the Ghost Bagua was said to be very magical in the ancient book. It seemed that it could predict the future! Noh…" His mother pointed at the words in the notebook and said, "Hexagram poems were made up of four words in a group, and there are four groups in total. It includes Yin and Yang, and the five elements; very volatile. If one could master this, he could predict the future, using clues such as the four points of a compass and so on. Really mystical!"
"Oh…" Listening to his mother's explanation, Zhao Yu seemed to grasp the subtlety of it. These hexagram poems were not casually made up by the system but th ey contained a profound mystery.
"If I'm not mistaken, the hexagram poems show what miracle I am going to run into, under what circumstances, what time, what location and with who!" Zhao Yu thought. "If I could figure them out, not only could I increase my adventure completion rate, but also decrease the danger I come across during my adventures. This is definitely beneficial."
"I say, son," his mother creased her eyebrows and said, "I'm really confused. Why the drastic change? I remember, when I brought up anything about horoscopes, Bagua, physiognomy or palmistry in the past, you would resist me! You said everything was sheer nonsense and that I must believe in science! Why are you…interested in this now?
"If you are really interested, why not pick up physiognomy from me! I didn't learn anything else from your grandfather, but I mastered physiognomy. If you were to learn it, your grandfather would be so proud of you!"
"Mm… about that…can we talk about it later!" Zhao Yu would not change the topic but continued pleading, "Mom, you said that grandpa had a handwritten book about Ghost Bagua, right? Do you think you can find it?"
"It's hard to say. I have no idea what did your two useless uncles did with it!" His mother shook her head.
"Hurry up, call your brothers tomorrow and tell them to find it!" Zhao Yu shook his mother's arms. "Mom, it is really important to me!"
"Important?! What kind of drugs did the police station give you?" His mother cleaned up as she complained with disdain, "Only thinking about work everyday, solving cases, you don't even come home anymore! Look at your head, you are balding! I don't know if your hair will even grow back. Sigh!"
"Mom…" Zhao Yu was quite witty. He saw that his mother was not cooperating so he had an idea. "Mom, if I solve the case, there's a cash prize! Five-hundred thousand dollars!"
Plak! The bowls and chopsticks fell onto the table. His mother nearly jumped.
"What? Five…five-hundred…five-hundred thousand?!" His mother sat on the chair and stared into Zhao Yu's eyes. "Son, why…why didn't you tell me earlier? Look at what you've done…" His mother quickly took out her phone to call her brothers. Even though Zhao Yu reminded her that it was already past midnight, she did not care…
…
One hour later.
"Hoo…" Lying on the bed, Zhao Yu breathed out heavily. That very moment, his mother had put down the phone and went to bed too. The house returned to its tranquility. Although it was already late at night, Zhao Yu's brain cells were still extremely excited.
A few minutes ago, the system finally sent an ending notification. Zhao Yu's adventure completion rate had broke his previous record. He had gotten one-hundred and ten percent! The system gave him two grade one devices at once. One was called the memory flashback device. It could be used to look for anything in the past that he forgot or did not remember clearly. The other device was called the invisible hemostat. It could be used to instantly stop bleeding, regardless if it was internal or external bleeding. It was a single-use-only-item but it was an amazing device to save one's life!
Then and there, Zhao Yu had better understanding of the devices that the system awarded him. Even though there were various devices in his device bar, and every one of them was magical, none of them were used for attack! Not only was there no handgun or any offensive devices like a taser, there were never any destructive device either. All the devices were to assist him or provide medical aid. These devices could help Zhao Yu complete his task, to rescue but not to harm anyone!
The system seemed to follow some sort of principle. It would not have any dangerous device or one that was hard to control. But even though it only providing devices for assistance, it already made Zhao Yu even more powerful. He was content.
He also had some information related to the hexagram poem. Zhao Yu was extremely thrilled. If he could eventually understand the poems, he might be awarded with more powerful devices! Then, he thought about the Bank Hidden Corpse Case that had been solved, and also Miao Ying, who he yearned for day and night.
The more contact they had, the more Zhao Yu liked Team Leader Miao, who was bold and vigorous yet valued loyalty and friendship. He thought Miao Ying was his type and was irreplaceable!
Lying on the bed, every twinkle and smile of Miao Ying's was replaying in his mind. Zhao Yu was love sick. He was lying in his bed as he hummed a song, "Though I know love sickness is painful, I still think about you all the time. After much thinking, I'd rather suffer the pain…"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Tyrant?
Screw your sister! You are the tyrant! Your entire family are tyrants!
Xu Que had fled immediately after acting tough and heard the system beeps within his head when his face contorted in anger. He couldn’t stomach the offensive new title and raged out at the system. Afterall, "Act Tough Tyrant" wasn’t half as nice sounding as Act Tough Criminal!
But… Since this new title enabled him to purchase items from the system store at 80% reduction of the original price, he didn’t argue for long and sunk into silence soon after.
(T/N : Apologies for the unclear ‘eightfold’ price reduction in the previous chapter.)
The lines which he had uttered earlier, ‘"These drops of rain were born of the heavens but died here on earth. Their lives spanned the entire duration it took for the raindrops to land."’ wasn’t actually original.
In fact, these lines were taken from the main character of a popular story. He had decided to use them at this opportune timing to great effect. Truth be told, a person of his nature wouldn’t have been able to be so deep and eloquent sounding ever!
All this were done just to act tough and gain points. As for not deriving true understanding and comprehension of the phrase and its context, Xu Que didn’t even care. After all, the way for him to become stronger and gain levels was through points and didn’t require him to attain enlightenment or knowledge!
He walked past a wall and stood at the corner before calling out his system and entering the store.
 
Indeed, the prices of all the items in his sight had drastic changes. The prices had been significantly reduced and there were many more new additions too.
The first thing Xu Que’s eyes caught sight of was the new educational and learning segment of the store. This section was new and was extremely comprehensive. It even included all the works of Confucius and his disciples along with other renowned philosophers.
However, the thing which made Xu Que the most excited was the availability of the book <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets>.
Seeing this filled him with immense joy!
"A book on couplets! Hahah! Looks like I can act tough once again! System, I wish to purchase the book <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets>!"
Xu Que thus purchased it without further hesitation and used it immediately.
Later on during the banquet, there would be a couplet competition. Xu Que knew that he was rather poor with couplets and thus had decided to flee earlier in order to save him the inevitable embarrassment. Now, however, he was filled with confidence.
Whoosh!
In that instant, the book <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets> vanished from his system inventory as it transformed into a ray of white light and swirled around his mind. Once again, his knowledge on the subject had increased many folds.
Along with the <300 Tang Poems>, this <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets> gave him many poetic lines and phrases. However, the most important aspect about this was that it also equipped him with the skill of writing poems and forming correct replies to couplets.
Additionally, Xu Que recalled the classes he was made to attend in his previous life and how he was forced to memorize poems as a child. Hence when he looked at these lines now, he didn’t find them too strange or foreign to him.
After he had purchased the <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets> book, knowledge started to fill Xu Que’s mind. His lips curled into a smile. At this point, he still wasn’t particularly anxious to return and thus continued standing by the corner of the wall, exploring the other items within the system store.
Apart from this new educational segment, there were many other new items added to the system store.
For example, there were many strange spells manuals added which caused Xu Que to feel extremely bewildered. There was this strange <Dual Cultivation - Old Man’s Cart Pushing Martial Arts Technique> and also <Heavenly Fire and Ice Ninth Waves>.
Xu Que, who admits to have the purest of hearts and was the most innocent, was startled. He took mental notes on several of these books and their prices before checking out other items.
When he next explored the food section, he was stumped!
There were many other new items added into the food section. However, the prices of these items were very high. In fact, they were unreasonably high!
When Xu Que saw these prices, he was enraged, "System, explain to me something. Why did the smelly tofu and other food items cost me only 1 act tough points in the past and yet the new food items release are being sold at such an exorbitant price? You’re actually selling a single item for 100 act tough points now? Why don’t you rob the bank or something?"
"This system has decided on prices set for each item in a fair and absolute manner!" The system replied plainly.
"Fair and absolute? Fuck me. Are you learning how to act tough from me now?"
Xu Que was clearly upset at this point as he replied the system, "Then why don’t you tell me, why would a packet of cigarettes costs 100 act tough points? Likewise, a bottle of beer also costs 100 act tough points, why?"
"Ding! Smoking cigarettes is bad for your health!"
"What?" Xu Que’s expression revealed a look of astonishment, "Then what about beers?"
"Ding! Alcohol will cause you to screw things up!"
"..."
Xu Que had no retort for that. Afterall, the system was correct in its replies. Xu Que actually had absolutely nothing to say.
It was true that smoking cigarettes was indeed harmful. But what on earth did drinking beers have anything to do with screwing things up? Could drinking a little beer ruin my acting tough career?
Damn it. It’s so obvious that you’ve realized how rich I am now and are trying to cheat me, huh? But isn’t it just 100 act tough points? Money is something I have. Since you’re trying to dissuade me from purchasing it, I shall damned well purchase it!!
The more Xu Que thought about this, the angrier he became. At last, he waved his hands and purchased a packet of cigarettes!
"Ding! Congratulations to host for purchasing a packet of cigarettes. The cost is 100 act tough points! Do you require a lighter for your recent purchase? After the 80% discount, it only costs 20 act tough points!"

"Fuck! You are indeed a scammy, cheating, damned system!" Xu Que scolded harshly as he flicked his robes.
A lighter? Why would I need a lighter? I am a cultivator. I can conjure fire anytime I wish!
Back at the dining hall of the banquet, after Xu Que had left, the entire hall slumped into silence.
Everyone was still pondering the deep essence of Xu Que’s last words as their hearts hammered fiercely within their chests!
"It was hard to fathom how a common rain was able to enlighten brother Li and direct him to speak such words." Tang Liu Feng sighed as he muttered under his breath.
Another student was filled with regret, "Looks like we’ve all misunderstood brother Li. Although he looks like an unrestrained and improper student, that’s just his character! In actual fact, he’s such a talented individual!" 
 
"While others are teasing my madness, I am laughing at their shortsightedness. This sentence was an actual depiction of his life. In the past, I didn't understand him at all. But I think I do now."
"That’s right . Although he’s an obstinate and arrogant person, the ten poems which he had recited was indeed the best I’ve ever heard! Even though we’re unable to see past his flawed character, we have to admit his brilliant talents!"
"These drops of rain were born of the heavens but died here on earth. These words had caused me to reach a new level of understanding and I’ve learnt quite a fair bit from it. In fact, after several more days of secluded meditation, I should be able to break past my bottleneck and finally ascend in cultivation. Brother Li’s words are truly wise!"
More students started opening their mouths to speak objectively and impartially about Xu Que’s talents.
Those ten poems managed to convince many students! Nobody around dared to say that they weren’t good poems. Absolutely nobody!
Even Mo Yun Shang wasn’t able to say anything negative about those poems. Instead, he sat on his seat, his expression was one of utter disbelief. Despite the sense of dissatisfaction within his heart, he couldn’t say anything in rebuttal of these words of praise for Xu Que.
As for those ten poems, he couldn’t find a single flaw in it. This was to say that in their poems sparring session, he had lost. Or rather, he had lost extremely badly!
Madam Ya’s heart was trembling in fear and she was left reeling in a daze. She had never met a more talented young man in her life. His talents were undisputed and were extraordinary. His personality and character was unique. The fact that he was so stubborn and arrogant was… Extremely charming!
The fact that Madam Ya was completely bowled over by Xu Que was compounded by her inherent condition. She was overwhelmed by such talented individuals, and had absolutely no resistance for people like these. At this point, her face was a deep shade of red as she stared at the empty door frame. There was an unspeakable strangeness lingering within her heart.
The way that Xu Que was forceful, agitated, impassioned and at the same time, cheerful, lingered within her mind. She was unable to forget the expressions on his face for a very long time.
The only person present who was still able to cling onto his composure and calmness was the leader of the four greats, young master Zhao, who was known for his proficiency in couplets. 


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

At 12 o'clock sharp.

The auditorium was directly broadcasted live.

The stage was decorated nicely and there were flowers and carpets. A handsome man and a beautiful man presided over the event as hosts. Well, unfortunately, only the staff and family members present at the radio station could witness this. The listeners in front of the radio could not appreciate this, as they could only hear their voices.

"Our listening friends, how are you?"

"I am your host, Zhang Huo. This is my partner, Sun Mengjie."

"People have reunions during the festive season of Mid-Autumn. Welcome to our listeners for today's News, Literature and Music Channels’ live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet!"

The two hosts were the star hosts of the News Channel, and they were recognized as some of the best in the station. They were steady with their words and rarely made mistakes. Letting them be in charge of this huge event was because they were highly appreciated by the station. After saying a few words of introduction, the two hosts began to introduce today's guests.

"Let us welcome Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun!"

"Also Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice-President, Teacher Meng Dongguo!"

“Famous poet, Big Thunder!"

"Famous children's fairy tale author, Little Red Mushroom..."

Every introduction was met with applause.

After the introduction, the host, Zhang Huo, said beamingly, "Before the poetry meet begins, let's invite a few Teachers from the Writers' Association to come onstage to recite a poem as an opening. We also wish that the listeners in front of the radio have a good and perfect family. May your dreams come true. And may you have the best of all reunions!"

The poem recitation for the opening was clearly prepared beforehand.

Meng Dongguo was first to go onstage, and then he lightly recited, "Many Mid-Autumns underwent, but together seldom spent. Compensating it today, mellow, as a momento.”

With this sequence recited, everyone present knew what poem they were about to recite to tune up the festive mood. Of course, Zhang Ye himself was probably the only one present who had not heard of this poem.

Big Thunder went onstage, "Through the mirror, possessing two moons."

Zheng Anbang went onstage, "Wrapping silence with a wooden branch."

An old man from the Writers' Association that Zhang Ye did not recognize was the third person to follow up, "Fragrance from one tree lulls."

The last sentence was followed up by Meng Dongguo, ending the poem, "Brimming full of Fall."

Everyone enthusiastically applauded. Zhang Ye also applauded after hearing it. This poem was not bad, it was really not bad. 

This poem was "Time for Well Wishes", written by this world's famous poet, Ma Ruihong. Because of some reason, this poem was made famous everywhere. It was always a highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only a person like Zhang Ye, who did not understand this world, did not know it. Not many others did not know of "Time for Well Wishes". Anyone of any age and gender, if pulled off the street, would be able to recite it. Yes, if an example was needed, it was the same feeling as "Hoeing millet in mid-day heat, sweat dripping to the earth beneath" in Zhang Ye's world.

Zhang Ye no longer had the intention to belittle all heroes of this world. This world was also filled with capable predecessors.

After the poem was done reciting, Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun, went to the podium to give his speech. Following that, Deputy Station Head Jia also went onstage to give his speech, wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on behalf of everyone working at the Beijing Radio Station.

After a while, the main highlight came.

The female host, Sun Mengjie, said with a brilliant smile, "Thank you for the speech of the Leader. Next will be the poetry contest segment. Let me introduce the rules. Regardless of whether it is for the poems by the Teachers from the Writers' Association present, or for the poems posted by listeners on our official website, anyone who likes poems can vote three times for the works you like. Today, we have invited a notary from the Chengdong district. We will find out who is voted into the top three. So please, cherish your every vote."

Zhang Huo smiled. "Then, who will be the first Teacher?"

There were more than a dozen people from the Writers' Association. After looking at each other, Meng Dongguo walked forward, "Hurhur. Since no one came forward, then let me be the first. I have a poem." Clenching the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his mind and began speaking gently, "The poem's name: ‘Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night’."

"Abundance of flower blossoms fall, the full moon laments the waning moon."

"Day by day the Spring resides, farewell the twilight bids."

"Thickness begets flourishing, sparseness begets Autumn farewell bidding."

"The supporting pillow hears the thunder, as the stormy rain recalls the night."

Big Thunder was the first to applaud, "Good poem!"

Another youth from the Writers' Association said, "President Meng is getting more superb!"

Zheng Anbang also nodded, "It is well-written. There are too many reunion Mid-Autumn Festival poems these days. This poem reverses the trend, writing about separation, defects and weeping. It may not give people the scene of a family reunion, so it is not suitable for the occasion, but this makes people reflect and treasure the beauty of their reunion even more. This is writing about the Mid-Autumn Festival from another angle. This part of "recalls the night" was so well-written. Hai, I don't even feel confident with my poem."

Little Red Mushroom gave a wide smile, "Old Zheng, don't compete with them. We are novel writers, so wouldn't we die of anger competing with them over poems?"

Zheng Anbang laughed, "Indeed."

The two hosts also flattered onstage. They also introduced them to the listeners since they could not see anything. "This is the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President Teacher Meng Dongguo's new work. Wow, just hearing this makes me intoxicated."

Meng Dongguo laughed, "Not really. Hurhur. If the listeners find it good, remember to vote for me. I came here with some stress. If my voting numbers are too low, I won't have any face to go home, so I need to try to garner some votes."

Zhang Huo said, "President Meng is too modest."

"That's right." Sun Mengjie said, "I think this poem has the looks of a champion."

"This is just the first poem, isn’t it?" Zhang Huo pretended to ask.

"Hurhur. Zhang Huo, why don't we make a bet? I'm guessing that this poem will be first." Firstly, Sun Mengjie was giving face to Meng Dongguo. Secondly, she also felt that this poem was very good.

Zhang Huo said, "Alright, so what if we bet? Then I.. will also bet that this poem will be first!"

Seeing the both of them joking around, the audience laughed. Actually, many people agreed. Meng Dongguo was a professional at this, so how can his poems be bad? With his skills placed there, and with Meng Dongguo's status placed there, he was the Writers' Association's Leader and was quite famous in Beijing. He was a veteran. Even if this poem was not flattered by them to the heavens, it was still of very high quality. It was pretty difficult for it not to get first.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second person was Zheng Anbang. The moment he went onstage, he added onto Meng Dongguo's words, "President Meng said that he was stressed. Actually, my stress is greater. Just being after President Meng, isn't he trying to make a fool out of me? Forget it. I need to say it regardless. I'm not good at ancient poems, so let me help cheer the mood with a modern poem.”

A minute later, he finished.

Everyone was stunned as they all gave a round of applause.

Meng Dongguo praised, "This Little Shen. He kept being modest, but he actually had such a good piece of work."

The other people from the Writers' Association did not expect that a romance novel author could compose such a good modern poem. It might not be better than Meng Dongguo's, but it definitely had what it took to compete for second or third place.

The third to go onstage was a young author. However, he did not recite a poem, but said a phrase, song lyrics. Although there was no companion music, the song lyrics were still vivid and refined. It was very creative.

The fourth person was Little Red Mushroom. The moment she went up, she first said, "Let me say something first. I don't have talent writing poems. I write fairy tales. Today I will tell a fable." She began narrating. The story was about personification, making the moon into a person. It was quite beautiful.

One worked followed another.

One person followed another.

Everyone that entered the Writers' Association was not simple. They all showed their abilities.

The last person to appear was Big Thunder. His poems were always known for their magnificence. It was similar to his character. Hence, the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival had hindered his abilities slightly. He narrated a melody poem, but the effect was not as satisfactory as he had wished. It did not garner a lot of applause. However, as it had quite a lot of literary value, the melody poem managed to make people reflect a lot. Meng Dongguo and the other Teachers from the Writers' Association also gave him high praises after he came down.

"Big Thunder, it was a nice melody poem."

"Do not care about the applause. It's very good."

"Their applause is lacking because they can't understand it. They have not researched it deeply. If they listen to it several times, after some rumination, they will really find it memorable."

Big Thunder said indifferently, "I also think it's fine."

About an hour after the poetry meet started, it was almost 1 P.M.

The host, Zhang Huo, took over the microphone, "Thank you for the interesting works from the Teachers of the Writers' Association. It was indeed an eye-opener today. Every work really made me wish to not miss a single word. I'm guessing that the listeners in front of the radio must have enjoyed the feast for the ears. What are you hesitating for? Quickly vote for your favorite work. The voting deadline is at 2 P.M. sharp. Just now, the notary has told us that it takes five minutes to verify the votes. Hence, our poetry meet still has one hour and five minutes left. What will we do for the rest of the time? Let us announce the rankings from the voting website. Everyone can have a listen to the submissions by the netizens at the same time, too."

Female host, Sun Mengjie, held a tablet. There was no cellphone reception here, so most of the broadcast equipment was equipped with their own wireless signal. Hence, they could still use them. "Ah, let's see. Ranked first is Teacher Meng Dongguo's work. Let me announce the top ten."

1st place: Meng Dongguo, 23,019 votes.

2nd place: Zheng Anbang, 12,553 votes.

3rd place: Dong Fei, 9,813 votes.

4th place: Little Red Mushroom, 9,681 votes.

And so on and so forth. The top ten were all people from the Writers' Association. Meng Dongguo was leading far ahead. Dong Fei was also a very famous modern poet in the Writers' Association. They all swept up the top spots. Even though Big Thunder's poem was not well-received amongst the station's staff, it had also obtained 10th place. Only at 11th place was there a netizen's work.

The host read it out.

This piece of work called "Wind Breaking Through the Clouds" was not bad. But it was just not bad. There was always a difference between a professional and an amateur. One could tell just from the votes.


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

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