What is love? My english teacher believes that it's truly rare to truly love someone unconditionally. You end up loving someone because you feel obligated to, or because they took care of you; is this real love?

When the blood of different races infest your body, are you still human? Are you part human? Are you still considered as a human in mind and spirit, or are you throwing your 'humanity' away?

A story is only dramatic when riddled with challenges.

Miracles only are deemed miracles in fateful moments.

Soulmates are only found when two accept what is being shouted in their hearts.

Pushing fate away doesn't stop it, only delays it.

So he stopped by woods and started thinking what would a red-blooded Bolivian man would do in this kind of situation in which he is in...
" Is everything right senor?" a old dowdy man asked politely
"Are you a woodcutter?" he asked 
"Guilty" woodcutter answered 
"I was wondering if I could borrow your axe for a while, I promise I'll give you this axe tomorrow" said Tim 
"I am afraid I can't, I mean it's gonna be dark soon and I don't even know who you are and I 65  and I got nobody but this axe, pardon me" said woodcutter 
"No, it's totally fine" said Tim and walked away from the that old dowdy woodcutter and thought to himself what did just ha,ppened, he had no control on his tongue and he couldn't believe he just said those things to that old woodcutter. He was worried and shook at the same time and started cursing himself. He didn't notice that, that old woodcutter was still there...
On woodcutter
'This man is insane and pathetic at the same time, man he is a crazy one just like me' woodcutter thought to himself 
"Senor, I guess you are having muscles fatigue by your movements" I said to him
"Yeah, nowadays I am experiencing pain alot" said that young chap
"Here you go" I said while giving that young chap  some coca leaf.
"what is this?" said that young chap
"these are some coca leaf, these would help your muscle fatigue" I said while holding his hand. 
"Thanks alot, my lord" said that young chap in a thanking way and then he left...

This novel is all about  delusional disorder  and the people who are suffering from  these disorders...

Min Yu nodded and quickly took his leave.
While the young chap was fretting over the arrival of his uncle, Mu Linfeng slowly ventured further inside. His stern eyes surveyed the office and eventually landed on his nephew. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I…"
His nephew stumbled on his words, having a hard time explaining himself. It was easy for the elder to guess his ambition from his guilt-ridden silence!
The middle-aged man studied the chap, who was fidgeting awkwardly before him, then surveyed the room again. He saw the used teacup with expensive tea leaves in it and the other messes all over the place. The office chair was positioned haphazardly at one side, and some stationery was strewn across the office desk.
It looks like this chap has been here for some time.
The middle-aged man knew that Mu Yazhe was a clean freak and would not allow any Tom, Dick, or Harry to enter his office arbitrarily. Other than the cleaner who came to do some tidying, the man maintained the office himself. Stationery was always well-kept and tidy. He would clear up the place to ensure that it was neat and tidy before leaving the office each day.
After ruminating for a while, the middle-aged man could tell what the chap was up to. After all, having been through many things in life, he had come across characters of all kinds. Besides, he watched this nephew grow up, so how could he not guess what was on this young man's mind? It was not difficult to grasp Mu Yancheng's mind compared to Mu Yazhe to begin with. Thus, without too much guesswork, he knew what was on his nephew's mind!
This fella came barging into the chairman's office the moment his brother resigned from the post!
The willful ambition of this young man was obvious.
Is he taking himself to be the next chairman of the Mu Group?!
The middle-aged man was expressionless for some time before he rebuked the young chap severely with a glare. "Yancheng, why did you brashly barge into this office when your brother just resigned yesterday? Do you know that there are eyes watching?! You'd better restrain your behavior from here on. If not, you may invite gossip, saying that you forced your brother out of the family business! This won't do well for your reputation!"
His warning came as a pleasant surprise to his nephew, who listened with eyes full of bewildered excitement!
Is uncle here worried about the implication of my action and behavior within the company?

What does this mean, then?

It means that he has the intention to promote me to this post. If not, he needs not worry about me, right?

Him giving me a warning now just goes to show how much uncle values me!
The young chap did not know how to restrain his behavior and, instead, started to crack up in ecstasy!
Alas, before he could start laughing, his uncle did a one-eighty and confronted him straight on. "It doesn't mean that you're the next in line once your brother formally steps down. You know how it needs an extraordinary talent to lead a household and a business. Whoever wants to take the seat must have the right ability for this post! I don't think you're ready from the way you're acting now, so I'm now starting to have second thoughts about you taking over!"


She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan.

As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing.
 
On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. 


Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" 

However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” 

The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his...

Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

Yoo Yeonha stared at the ground blankly. Her heels were spinning in her blurred vision. A mysterious chill strangled her. She couldn't breathe.

"…Haa."

After barely managing to eek out a breath, Yoo Yeonha raised her head. Kim Hajin was still lying in the hospital bed. In Yoo Yeonha's eyes, however, his bed was shaking like it was experiencing an earthquake.
She bit her lips.

No way.
I must have seen it wrong.
That must be it.

Yoo Yeonha raised her smartwatch with her trembling hands.
A clear picture of a tattoo appeared on the smartwatch's screen. It was exactly like the one drawn on Kim Hajin's upper arm.
An indescribable shock pressed down on Yoo Yeonha's temple.

"Uuu…."

"Hiik!"

Kim Hajin moved his body. In that instant, Yoo Yeonha's body shook greatly.
Kim Hajin slowly opened his eyes. He blankly stared at the ceiling for a moment, then slowly turned his head to the side. Just like that, their eyes met.

"Yoo Yeonha?"

Kim Hajin spoke.
Yoo Yeonha swallowed her saliva and struggled to move her stiff tongue.

"…He, hell, hello."

"What?"

"H-How, how has it been?"

"…Good, I guess?"

Kim Hajin was looking at her. Just this fact made her incapable of maintaining her calm.
However, she refused to lose her mind. She told herself that this was the one time she needed to stay calm and decisive.
First, she collected her breath.
As though she hadn't been breathing for a while, a gush of oxygen flowed into her brain. As a result, her vision turned clear and her discontinued thoughts came back.

"Huu…."

Calm down. Nothing is sure yet.
Everything might just be a huge misunderstanding.
It might be Yoo Jinhyuk's mistake, or someone might have tried to pin the blame on him.
For now, nothing is one-hundred percent certain…

"Oh right, how's Chae Nayun?"

Kim Hajin hurriedly asked. He was worrying about Chae Nayun, worrying about her sincerely. However, his sincerity confused Yoo Yeonha even more.

"Chae Nayun is, is fine. Uh, I, I'm going out for, a minute."

Yoo Yeonha quickly turned around and left, leaving behind Kim Hajin who was staring at her quizzically.
Although Yoo Yeonha was in a situation where sound judgment and logical thinking were difficult, she knew what she had to do.
Yoo Yeonha messaged her information guild.

[Gangnam Severance Hospital. Patient name, Kim Hajin.]

Because her head was spinning, she found it difficult to type. She felt sick to her stomach. Holding herself back from throwing up, she shot her eyes open.
Most hospitals took written records of their patients' identifying characteristics. Naturally, tattoos were included in them.
As such, all data about Kim Hajin gathered today had to be erased. Before Chae Joochul or Chae Nayun found out, it had to be wiped away from existence.
Kim Hajin's tattoo had to be something only she knew about.

[Delete all data related to Patient Kim Hajin.]

Few doctors and nurses might have seen his tattoo already. However, if no information about the tattoo existed on paper, no one would ask them whether Kim Hajin had a tattoo.

"Um, Yoo Yeonha-ssi?"

The doctor in charge of the VIP rooms walked over.

"Ah, doctor, can you get a jacket for Kim Hajin?"

"A jacket?"

"Yes, he looked like he was cold."

"Ah… yes."


**


"…Argh, my head."

Once Yoo Yeonha left the room, I clutched my head.
My body trembled, and my head felt like it just took an ice bath.

"Auuu."

First, I thought back to what happened before I fainted.
I was trying to get away from Chae Nayun, then… something exploded.

"What was that?"

Although I wasn't certain… I remembered writing something similar. Because it felt a bit out-of-place to have a rank 1 guild fall to rank 7 with a single failed Tower campaign, I added a bigger incident.
But why was it today and why was it in Seocho?

"…."

In any case, I needed more information.
I took a look around. On the shelf was my smartwatch. When I checked the news, there were only articles about Creator's Sacred Grace as I expected.

"…Haa."

While I was taking in the information, my heart suddenly sank. It was because I remembered Chae Nayun protected me.
Since I lost consciousness, the explosion must have struck me directly. The only reason I was unhurt had to be because of Chae Nayun.

Tok, tok—

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

When I answered, a doctor walked in. With a calm expression, he walked up to me.

"Patient Kim Hajin?"

"Yes."

"Here, you can put this on."

He gave me a jacket. I put it on without much thought.

"Are you feeling okay?"

I felt my body here and there.
Although I didn't feel any pain, when I checked my smartwatch, I noticed that 90% of the stat points I amassed with Energy Conversion were gone.
To think all those stats points I collected painstakingly would disappear in an instant…

"…Yes, I'm fine."

I swallowed my sigh and retorted.

"In that case…"

The doctor let out a dry cough and slowly spoke.
As his somewhat envious voice continued, my face stiffened. I could no longer hold my sigh back.

"…So."

What the doctor told me could be simplified in one sentence.
'Chae Nayun is suffering from a severe trauma.'
After losing someone she loved for the second time, Chae Nayun developed a mental illness.

"If it's okay, can you go see her?"

"…."

I got up silently. I couldn't feel much strength from my legs, but I had no trouble walking.
Chae Nayun was next door.
After taking a deep breath, I walked in.

"Nurse Kim?"

"Ah, yes."

The nurse checking Chae Nayun's pulse stepped back. With a bitter smile, I sat down next to her.

"I just have to stay here?"

"Yes."

The doctor checkmarked something on the clipboard he was holding, then glanced at the nurse.

"Let's leave so they can be alone."

"Ah, yes, doctor."

Then, they left.
In the blink of an eye, only Chae Nayun and I were left in the room. I scratched my neck and waited for her to wake up. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but I could see a hint of tears around her eyes.
With Stigma's magic power, I wiped away her tears.
It was then that I noticed something.

"Her hair…"

I knew for a fact that she recently started going to beauty parlors to get her hair done. However, her hair was now cut short.
I touched my hair, wondering if mine was also cut, only to find it perfectly fine.

'Her hair should have been left intact, even if I had to become bald…'

As I sighed inwardly, Chae Nayun moved.

"Kuuung…"

Her eyelids shook as though she was having a nightmare, and she tightly held her blanket. Worried that she might have a seizure, I quickly worked to wake her up.

"Hey, hey, Chae Nayun."

Chap, chap. But even after being slapped, she remained asleep. In fact, she looked like she was in greater pain.
Chap, chap, chap. Since I wasn't sure what to do, I continued slapping her face. However, Chae Nayun still didn't wake up.
Should I utilize Stigma's magic power?
For now, I slapped her a bit more.
Chap, chap, chap, chap.

"Kuaaa, aaah…."

"Hey, wake up!"

"Ah…."

As she showed signs of waking up, I hit her strongly one last time.
Chap!
Then suddenly…

"Ah…, it freaking hurts!"

"…."

Her roar filled the room. I quickly pulled my hand back, and Chae Nayun shot up with reddened cheeks.
Her previous cursing must have been subconsciously done as she stared at me with half-clouded eyes.

"Ah…"

But soon, a teardrop fell from her eyes. Her face quickly distorted.

"…Ah, I, I thought you…"

Something warm and soft embraced me. Chae Nayun had jumped into my arms.

"I really, really thought…."

Unable to speak clearly, she only cried.

"…."

I let out a deep sigh.
It seemed I was mistaken.
Chae Nayun wasn't stronger than she was in the original story.
Of course, she might be stronger in terms of might. She changed to a sword quicker, and she even received Yoo Sihyuk's teachings.

"I, I thought you were going to disappear too…"

However, no matter how strong she tried to act, the current Chae Nayun was weaker than the Chae Nayun in the original story.
Her mind was already half-broken.
I couldn't help but worry.
Would she be able to endure everything that would happen in the future? Alone?

"Hng, hnng."

"…Stop crying, you're always crying. I'm going to call you out for being a crybaby on your social media."

"Hmph, I'm crying because of you, you bastard."

By the time Chae Nayun stopped crying…

"Hey, Chae Nayun!"

The VIP room shot open and Kim Suho appeared.


**


[Creator's Sacred Grace failed in their conquering of the Tower of Miracle, causing a huge magic explosion. Currently, the Hero Association is investigating the members of Creator's Sacred Grace and where the blame falls for this incident.]

"Haa…"

A sigh came out of Kim Suho's mouth.
It wasn't so surprising. Currently on the news was Yun Seung-Ah who had her head down like a criminal under arrest.

In truth, Yun Seung-Ah couldn't be blamed for this failure. In fact, she displayed outstanding leadership as the guild's vice-leader.
Of the 1000 members and 300 mercenaries that participated in the Tower campaign, 75% had returned alive. But without Yun Seung-Ah, that number wouldn't have even reached 50%.

"Hajin, are you okay?"

Kim Suho turned towards me and asked.

"As you can see."

"I'm glad. It looks like Chae Nayun… is also fine."

Chae Nayun cried herself to sleep. Her hand was still tightly holding onto mine.

"…You should contact her."

"Hm?"

"Yun Seung-Ah. Call her, message her, do something."

"…."

Kim Suho shook his head with a troubled look. At that moment, the door shot open once more.
This time, it was Shin Jonghak.
He stormed into the room and looked down at Chae Nayun. I tried to release my hand, but Chae Nayun didn't let go. She frowned and murmured in her sleep, holding my hand even tighter.

"…."

Shin Jonghak glared at me silently. His face was filled with rage.
However, he didn't say anything. He didn't express his anger or cry out in jealousy. He didn't even try to separate us. He only softly caressed Chae Nayun's shortened hair before turning around and leaving.

"…Hajin, I'll be back soon."

Kim Suho followed after him.
Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same. Because Chae Nayun was holding onto my hand, I couldn't even smoke.
But with my Gift, I could eavesdrop on any conversation.

"…Hey."

But suddenly, a voice rang out from next to me.
When I turned my head to the side, I saw Chae Nayun staring up at me with narrowed eyes.

"…I knew you weren't sleeping."

"Pft."

Chae Nayun laughed. Then, she moved her mouth without speaking.

—Come, here.

"Speak out loud."

She still only moved her mouth. She might have been speaking extremely softly, or she might have been cosplaying as a mime.
Without any other choice, I moved my ear closer to her mouth.
It was then.
Chae Nayun's arms suddenly wrapped around my neck.

"Ah!"

"…Got you."

We were close enough that our lips were practically touching.
Chae Nayun smiled brightly and lightly bit my nose.

"Ah! Hey, what are you doing!?"

I tried to get away, but it was impossible.
In terms of pure strength, Chae Nayun was miles ahead of me.
After struggling for a bit and failing, I stared into her eyes without a choice. Then, I spoke.

"…Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"What happened today."

"I do."

Since that was the case, I tried to get away from her. However, she didn't let me.

"Hey, can you let me go?"

"…What if I drop out of Cube too?"

I frowned and glared at Chae Nayun seriously.

"Then I'll start hating you for real."

"Why?"

"Who would like a girl foolish enough to give up her dreams for a man?"

"…."

Chae Nayun seemed to agree as she slightly loosened her arms.
I tried to get away from her using this opportunity… but it still wasn't enough.
Feeling like my pride as a man would be greatly hurt if I struggled any more, I decided to wait until she let go of me.

"But you know…"

Chae Nayun shook her head and continued.

"I thought about it. Even if you drop out and become a mercenary, that doesn't mean we can't see each other."

"No, that's…"

"What, I can't even see you? That doesn't make any sense at all!"

"…"

I was at a loss for words.
Chae Nayun's face turned serious. I could tell she was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

"We can call each other and meet every once in a while. Then, when I graduate…."

It was then.
Tok, tok.
A knocking sound rang out, along with a deep voice.

—Nayun, it's Dad. I'm coming in.

"Uaat!"

Chae Nayun quickly pushed me away.

Author(s)
 
Jee Gab Song,지갑송
Artist(s)
Translator:FudgeNouget
Editors:IllidanStormrage,Asvare,Krazey
Source: WuxiaWorld.com
 
Action,Comedy,Drama,Fantasy,Psychological,School Life
Type
 Korean Web Novel

-Disclaimer- First of all this is not my novel I did not write This I'm just a fan of this author If the author wants me to take this down I will the photo as well as fast as possible. I hope you guys enjoy this novel as much as I do.

The release rate of Chapters a week will be around 10 to 15 chapters



The Novel’s Extra Summary

Waking up, Kim Hajin finds himself in a familiar world but an unfamiliar body.

A world he created himself and a story he wrote, yet never finished.

He had become his novel’s extra, a filler character with no importance to the story.

The only clue to escaping is to stay close to the main storyline.

However, he soon finds out the world isn’t exactly identical to his creation.

"Everything's OK, man. They leave a note outside every night. I deliver every morning. It's fun. The latest thing is they've been asking for is cat food."
"Cat food?" Kim couldn't remember any talk of a cat coming into the equation. He hoped they weren't getting too far away from the proper scenario. He gnashed his teeth.
"Listen, Steve. I've got a real problem here. My father wants me to get married before he dies."
"Hey, congratulations, man. I didn't even know you were engaged."
"I'm not. They're lining someone up for me."
"Hey, that's really weird, man. Wouldn't you rather pick one yourself?"
Kim sneaked a look at his bodyguards. He wasn't sure how well they understood English, but they were watching him very suspiciously.
"Yeah, I really would. But I haven't got any choice."
"Come on, man, they can't make you marry somebody if you don't want to."
"Oh yes, they can -"
Kim's conversation came to an abrupt end as Asif politely took his phone away from him and closed the lid.
Shit!

Back in England Steve stared at the phone which had suddenly gone dead in his hand. It was a joke, surely? This sort of thing didn't happen anymore. It was the twenty-first century for God's sake!
And then he remembered the girl at school, Becky. 
That hadn't been her real name. Her real name was Bhagyalakshmi. She said nobody could ever remember it, so she called herself Becky. He had felt privileged to know her real name, like she had trusted him with a secret part of herself.
Becky was Indian, or rather, her parents were from India. She herself had been born in Bradford. And she wasn't one of those weird Indian girls that insisted on wearing a headscarf all the time. She was just, well normal, you know. She was OK. 
She was in his science classes, and she was good. Really good. He found himself in her company a lot. They discussed homework and other stuff. The internet mainly. How it was taking off and one day computers would rule the world. They had both decided to do a degree in computer science. They had filled in their UCAS forms together, with the same choices in the same order. 
"Wouldn't it be cool," she had said, "if we ended up in the same Uni?" 
She had been very excited by the idea. Her eyes had glowed with enthusiasm. He had almost kissed her then, but had held back. They were friends. Really good friends. He didn't want to rock the boat.

And then one day she wasn't there anymore. He asked around and nobody seemed to know what has happened to her.
"I think she got married," one of the Indian girls said.
"Married!" Steve had been horrified. What about university? The degree in computer science?
The girl had shrugged. "If her parents wanted her to marry, then she'd have to, wouldn't she?"

He hadn't understood then. He felt betrayed. She had married someone else and never even told him. 

He saw her once - in the street with two other women - she wearing the full Indian gear, enveloped in a sari, her head covered, with just her eyes peeping out from under the wrappings. But he knew her. 
He stepped forward as if to speak to her, and she shot him a wild glance, her eyes rolling with ... what? Fear? A warning? She certainly didn't look happy. 

It seemed horrific that it was only now, years later, that he finally understood what had happened. He banged his fist on the desk. She had been kidnapped and married against her will. She was probably living with some fat Indian bloke, his virtual slave, having a baby every year. And he had done nothing. He had stood by and let it happen because it never occurred to him that such a thing could happen in England. 

And now, it seemed, the same thing was about to happen to Kim. Could they do that? To a bloke? He supposed if you were rich enough and powerful enough you could do anything. And Kim's parents were certainly not short of the readies. Kim had always had plenty to throw around when the rest of them were on their uppers. 
Well now it was payback time. He rocked back in his chair and thought for a few minutes, his hands steepled together, the fingers tapping gently against his lips. In his mind he went through all the people he had known at Uni. People who had gone on to take important jobs. He would use the old boys' network. 
He started with Laurence. 
"Hello, is that the Foreign Office? Would it be possible for me to speak to Mr Laurence Creasey?"

****

Dr Jarman thought he must have misheard. "He's where?"
"In India. His father died."
"I'm sorry to hear that. When is he coming back?"
"That's just it. We don't know." Dr Horton pulled out a piece of paper with his scribbled notes upon it. "The thing is, Peter, we think he may be in some sort of trouble. A Mr Stephen Carpenter contacted us. He is of the opinion, ahem, that Kim's family is holding him hostage and forcing an arranged marriage on him."
"What! I can't believe I'm hearing this. Surely that can't go on in this day and age."
"Well, I don't know this chap, Peter, but he sounded genuinely concerned. And we've had only one phone call from Kim since he went out there over three months ago." He glanced at the calendar on his desk. "Three and a half months, in fact."
"Three and a half months! What about the tests?"
"Oh, don't worry about that, Old Chap, Matron's got it all in hand and..." he turned the paper round and examined a list of numbers, "it doesn't look like there's been any significant change in any of them, except for Mr Jenkins, who is sinking fast."
Jenkins was one of the patients who had not responded to the experiment. 
"What about the Thompsons?"
"Well, we've not run any tests on them, obviously. They're Kim's baby." He paused. "Oh, I see what you mean. I don't think we've got anything to worry about, though. This chap Stephen says he has it all in hand and they're doing fine."
"But he's not a clinician, is he? I wonder if I ought to cut short the lecture tour."
"No, don't do that, Old Chap. Everything's under control. I'll go and see them myself, if you're worried."
"No, don't," Jarman said hastily. "Kim will be furious. I'll talk to this Stephen chap. Have you got his number?"


Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family.
She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.
She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic.
In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles.
In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award.

Tilly wakes up in the dark, alone and very frightened. She finds she is in a strange room inexplicably furnished in 1940s style. However did she get here? Has she somehow slipped into the past? Has she been kidnapped? Of one thing she is absolutely certain, she has never seen this place in her life before. 
All in the Mind is a fascinating tale exploring the human capacity to overcome any obstacle, no matter how great, as long as you believe you can.
Tilly is part of an experiment working on a cure for Alzheimer's disease. She and most of the other patients taking part in the experiment seem to make a full recovery, but there is a strange side effect. 
Tilly and her fellow experimental subjects appear to be getting younger.
Can the same experiment be repeated for Tilly's beloved husband so that he can recover from a stroke? Tilly thinks it can and she will move heaven and earth to make sure it happens.
A charming and thought-provoking story full of reminiscences of a bygone age, All in the Mind also deals with the dilemmas posed by new developments in a society whose culture is geared to the idea that the natural span of a human life is three-score years and ten.


The newly arrived doctor frowned and gave his instructions in an orderly manner.
"Bring over some restraints and bind him up. We should get this place settled since the road leading down the mountain has been sealed off, and we can't make phone calls. Let's move Doctor Zhou's body downstairs for the moment and lock up this person before we discuss what to do next."
"Let go of me!"
The vessels in the side of the large chap's neck bulged as he scratched the ground wildly with his hands. As soon as the doctor spoke, the nurses quickly moved into action. 
They took out some needles and medication from a small fridge in the corner of Doctor Zhou's office. As soon as the needle went in, the large chap's struggles began to weaken, and the nurses and bodyguards restraining him were finally able to breathe at ease. 
When the large chap lost his ability to fight back, the bespectacled guy's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists together. He gently pushed up his spectacles and glanced over at Song Qingxiao. When he noticed her looking back at him, the bespectacled guy quickly turned away.
Since an incident like that occurred in the hospital, the atmosphere changed. Doctor Zhou's body was moved from the chair. The large chap was tied up by the bodyguards, and they were going to move him to a level one security unit on the ward. It was clear that the hospital staff would treat him like a critically ill patient for the next few days.
After he was placed in the level one security unit, the large chap would be bound and drugged. He would also be kept under constant surveillance 24 hours a day. He had barely entered the scene, yet he was already completely out of the game.
"What on earth is going on?"
The bespectacled guy who had silently observed everything finally opened his mouth to speak. Song Qingxiao noticed that as he spoke, his gaze stayed on her before moving to the pocket of her nurse's uniform. The same pocket where she kept the large chap's pistol after she took it from Zhu Xiaoke. 
Song Qingxiao had slipped it into her pocket when no one watched and had not let go of it since. As the bespectacled man spoke, her hand began to erupt in copious amounts of sweat, nearly causing her to lose hold over the gun.
Song Qingxiao knew for sure that the bespectacled guy's question was clearly directed at her. An instinct to kill developed in her heart, but she lowered her head and did not speak.
Zhu Xiaoke spoke up and explained the story of the large chap with the gun once more.
"The hospital has been short-staffed recently since Doctor Li left and Doctor Guo is on leave. The hospital has recruited a few doctors, and this person was being interviewed in preparation to start the job today."
Zhu Xiaoke seemed to be much calmer than before, possibly because the large chap was under control, and some time had passed since the incident with Doctor Guo. 
"I don't know why but this person was carrying a gun. I was standing outside when I heard him yell, and a gunshot could be heard. When I entered, Doctor Zhou was already…"
Song Qingxiao felt a chill down her back when she heard those words. She remembered what it was like when she entered the scene and turned to look at Liu Yixun. He looked exactly like the person that she killed in the last trial. 
If it was not for the fact that Song Qingxiao had mentally prepared herself for the trial as soon as she entered the scene, it was likely that she would have struggled to maintain her composure as soon as she faced him. The psychological trauma of seeing the person who was close to ending her life but whom she killed with her own hands was indescribable.
Since things developed that way, Song Qingxiao could guess what had happened as soon as the large chap with the gun appeared in the trial scene from Zhu Xiaoke's words. 
After they entered the test space, as soon as everyone received the instructions, number four could not stop herself and immediately tried to bully cowardly number five to find out more about the task instructions he received.
No one expected that after number five had been frightened by the red whip lady, he had run off into the midst of the thick fog before she had time to swing her whip. Soon after that, everyone was forced to start the task.
During the task, Song Qingxiao was almost certain that the large chap heard the ticking sound and saw the countdown as soon as the trial officially started, just like she did. Those two changes were enough to make a person uneasy. Soon after that, the choice to enter the task scene appeared, and they had to make a decision in a short time frame.
By then, anyone would be scared witless. However, the people who managed to survive the first trial would be far more vigilant than ordinary people. The large chap must have been clear that he was highly likely to face danger as soon as he entered the task scene. However, he had no other choice. His nerves must have been extremely frayed by that point.
The pressure on him would have increased gradually along with the appearance of the ticking clock sound, the numbers flashing in a countdown, not to mention the looming choices before his eyes. Once the scene changed, his vigilant nature and guard must have gone up to a certain level that even a tiny trigger would have caused him to overreact.
Song Qingxiao could understand the nature of the trigger when she recalled how she felt when she saw Liu Yixun. Even a mentally resilient person would suffer a mental breakdown if they experienced multiple shocks one after another only to be faced with a person they had killed previously.
When Song Qingxiao first entered the task scene and saw the doctor, she could not stop her body from shaking and instinctively reached for the dagger strapped to her arm. The large chap must have reacted similarly to her. The appearance of Zhou Yu must have been the final straw for the last chap, so he responded speedily and killed Doctor Zhou.
As soon as she thought about it, Song Qingxiao could not help but feel fear. She could see the fate of the large chap. His identity had changed from a doctor to a patient in an instance. From being the one in control to the one being controlled. His advantage in this trial had vanished entirely.
It proved that the choice that he made when he entered the scene was not the right one. Everyone would react differently on the spot based on their mental resilience leading to different results. 
If Song Qingxiao attacked the doctor as soon as she saw him like the large chap because she was so worked up from all the successive stressors, even if she succeeded in killing the doctor once more, it was likely that she would end up like the large chap. After being restrained, the large chap's identity had swapped from being a medical staff into a patient. He would eventually die in the trial.
Even though the trial had clear instructions and a generous reward, it was far more dangerous than the previous trial!
Song Qingxiao gritted her teeth tightly and struggled as she lifted her head to look at the bespectacled guy in the doctor's uniform. It turned out that he was looking at her too. Their eyes met, and they were each warier of the other. 
The large chap was out of the running since he did not pass the psychological test when he entered the task. However, if each participant who picked a medical staff role had to go through the same test, it meant that the bespectacled guy had managed to remain calm to successfully become a houseman in the hospital. She could imagine that he was full of restraint, scheming, and had strong mental fortitude.
At the same time, Song Qingxiao and the bespectacled guy did not look eye-catching in the space. In the eyes of the bespectacled guy, Song Qingxiao must have looked quite ordinary when she was held at gunpoint compared to the two women, number four and number six, who entered after her. Since she had been successfully inducted into her role, naturally, the bespectacled guy would not underestimate her.
Song Qingxiao sighed silently. Things were going to be problematic


This was the most dangerous mission but it had the greatest reward. The next second could be the end of her life but she was at the point of no return. She might finally become a God, and stand above all living beings! 

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