Legend of Orochi

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The Legend of Orochi (Prologue) Kazu… Kazu… Kazu… Autumn was late and winter was early, the north wind growing increasingly biting. The cruel wind blew, making the signboard on the door rattle. A wooden signboard hung askew on the decaying iron gate, the ancient seal script characters now barely visible due to long-term wind and rain and lack of maintenance. The once bright gold-leafed lettering was now only faintly discernible. Standing before the gate was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. "The ninth school. Nine in three years, three a year. At this rate, whether I can graduate high school is really a question," the man muttered to himself, staring blankly ahead. "Chengmen High School, hmm... this must be it. Is it really a school where you can graduate just by paying tuition? Even the signboard is so shabby. No wonder it has such a prestigious reputation in the education sector. I heard that the graduation rate here is 100%. I hope I can spend my final year of study here safely." The man looked at the signboard and gently pushed the iron gate. "Click... zi..." The ear-piercing scraping sound of the door opening rang out, and the signboard, which had been hanging diagonally on the door, swayed a few times with the help of the wind and then fell down with a "thud." Just as the signboard fell to the ground, the previously clear and refreshing sky suddenly had a "bang..." when a thunderclap appeared in the clear sky, and the already chilly wind blew up with enough cold air to freeze a person. "No way! This scene shouldn't happen in a movie, right? How come..." The man felt the scene before him and stared at the front after the gate opened. Before him stood a three-story building, its red brick facade topped with a pointed clock tower flanking two rows of buildings. Thunderclaps, seemingly about to break the sky, continued to strike behind the building, and the once clear and crisp weather had turned damp and chilly, creating an eerie atmosphere. "Uh…something seems off…" the man murmured, a strange, ominous feeling rising within him. Standing before the doorway, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts: should he go in or not? Going in meant academic success; not going in meant a bleak future. In this materialistic society where academic qualifications reign supreme, a small college diploma was the bare minimum for establishing oneself in society. Without it, even a basic restaurant job might be impossible. He, devoid of grand ideals and ambitions, simply longed for this small piece of paper, beginning with his name and bearing the inscription "[Proof of My Dedication]". Shaking his head, the man cleared his mind and strode towards his ninth high school. Thunderclaps continued to fall, the biting wind seeming to amplify their fury. He quickened his pace towards the red-brick building ahead. Upon entering, each step brought surprises and delights. For instance, at the first entrance, he saw a hand-drawn recruitment poster. It was simple, but it bore the striking statement that was the main reason he wanted to attend: a 100% graduation rate; followed by the signature of a high-ranking official from a certain empire. Beyond this, he was greeted by posters of outstanding alumni from previous years, densely packed with hand-drawn portraits and names and achievements, forming a long line that obscured the classroom windows. "It really is…" the man murmured, staring at the posters with an excited expression and a darting gaze, his eyes fixed on the portraits and names. "Wow... even this is an alumnus, and this... this... even this one?" The man pointed excitedly at the alumni portraits on the poster. Some of the alumni on the poster were well-known figures in the empire's political, economic, and business circles, demonstrating the school's significant standing in the education sector. So many famous people graduated from this school. As the man walked past the classroom following the poster, a portrait in the most hidden corner of the poster caught his eye. "Lawrence? Pound!" Attracted by the name, the man stopped and stood still, staring at the inconspicuous yet somewhat familiar portrait and name. "I can't believe it, but..." The man looked at the portrait, muttering to himself, but after a few words, he moved on and walked towards the administration office. The red brick exterior walls looked somewhat dilapidated due to years of neglect. The once bright and clear glass windows had turned a hazy white from not being cleaned for countless years. After passing the admissions posters and walking past two classrooms, a sign that read "Application Office" hung precariously above the doorway. One wonders which unlucky soul might be struck by such a sudden sign. Just as he reached the door, the faint light filtering through the interior and the movement of figures immediately convinced the man that this was indeed a prestigious school; the sheer number of people moving around indicated just how busy the administration was. The man straightened his clothes, smiled, and strode inside. Upon entering, an unbelievable and shocking scene unfolded before his eyes.
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The first thing that greeted me upon entering school was a erotic show! This was the first profound impression I had upon entering the school. (From this point onward, the perspective shifts to the first person.) A short, lewd old man was straddling a female doll created using rudimentary alchemy, his lower body thrusting vigorously. However, at this moment, my gaze was no longer focused on the old man's lewd actions, but rather on the doll beneath him. Speaking of this doll, due to the diversified development of alchemy in this era, alchemy was no longer limited to the research and development of refining metals and minerals. Long ago, a historical figure named Cai Lun of the Yanhuang clan used alchemy to refine paper, the materials of which were nothing more than tree bark and bamboo strips. Of course, with the progress of the times, and with the refining and processing of various materials, this product, commonly known as "pseudo-skin," naturally emerged. With the processing and research of alchemists throughout the ages, this kind of product, catering to the needs of single men, naturally appeared. Incidentally, with the operation of the market and the increasingly fierce competition among businesses, many small shops have been swallowed up by large merchants, leaving only the big ones that get bigger. Only four such large merchants remain, and at their monthly product launch events, these four merchants always present a variety of innovative products to meet the sexual needs of different groups. "Oh...oh..." The old man lying on the doll let out a few groans as his lower body movements quickened. "Hmm..." As the sounds faded from high to low and then disappeared, the old man must have reached his limit! He was completely exhausted, lying on the doll, its firm breasts flattened as if they were real, and the person causing this was still panting heavily. It was clear that the old man had exerted tremendous effort on the doll. "Excuse me..." I called out when I saw the old man stop moving and lie on the doll. "Hmm... " The old man responded, turning to look at the doorway. "Is there something you need?" The old man moved his body, slowly climbing down from the dummy. Once he was down, I noticed that his manhood was unusually large and long, and even after ejaculation, it was still incredibly hard, making me feel quite inferior. Fortunately, while the old man's was one in a million, mine wasn't bad either. Besides, he would age while I would grow, so I didn't believe his manhood would remain impressive for long—provided, of course, that the old man truly achieved immortality in his lifetime. "I... I'm here to apply for admission!" I answered the old man's question with a smile. "Um... wait a moment, I'll get you a form to fill out!" The old man reached for the pants, and while putting them on, he pulled out the plug from the air vent on the doll's head. Instantly, the doll's smooth, delicate appearance crumbled like an old orange peel. A moment later, an application form appeared before me. Calling it a form was a stretch; it was more like a pile of documents—a thick stack of papers. Except for the first page which had a section to fill out, the rest was filled with densely packed school rules. I glanced at the last page—my goodness, there were practically a thousand rules! After giving me the form, the old man pointed to a table next to the door I'd just entered through and told me to fill out the application there. In no time, I'd filled out the basic information on the form. This was thanks to the orientation sessions at the previous schools; a basic form might not seem like much, but filling it out was definitely a headache. Having gained experience from previous schools, filling out the basic information was a breeze. "Hmm... all done?" The old man's sudden question startled me. Without a word, filling out the basic information hadn't taken much of my time, but the old man's ghostly appearance behind me instantly put my heightened aversion to student administrators, honed during my time at eight previous schools, into sharp focus. These student administrators, present in almost every school or college, were incredibly pervasive, causing considerable hardship for those of us considered "problem students." They claimed it was to help students manage their psychological and physiological immaturity at their age, prevent them from going astray, and guide them back to the right path, thus employing extreme measures to monitor them. But this justification merely satisfied their own excessive repression during their own growth, and in this process, they treated these so-called "problem students" with inhuman or even more perverse retaliation. How many of them could truly help these "problem students" return to normalcy and achieve genuine mental growth? Everyone says they can do it, but what they actually see is only the surface; the intense self-repression they feel is deeply hidden within. I turned around abruptly, intending to give the old man a big surprise, but to my surprise, the old man moved in that instant, so fast I could only see his afterimage. He was behind me, and as soon as I looked back, he was standing opposite me at my desk, holding my newly filled-out "Application Form for University Admission." "Hmm... quite complete, kid, you seem to have a lot of experience filling out these forms!" The old man smiled, but that smile made me uneasy, and that unease would later lead to a battle of wits between us! But at this point, I had no way out. I had to grit my teeth and persevere, even if it meant risking my life. Just one more semester, and hey... my luck would change. "Yi Ruo Xuanyuan..." The old man looked at my file in his hand and called out my name. I responded with a standard good student expression, a smiling emoji, still with that extremely obsequious smile. "Hmm, what a strange name. Kid, where are you from? Are you here to fool this old man?" The old man looked at my name with that puzzled expression, which I had seen countless times, but this had also made me develop the appropriate response to that expression. I stood up and respectfully pointed to the "Personal Basic Information for Admission Application" in the old man's hand, saying, "My father is a member of the Yanhuang clan, and my mother is a citizen of the Germanic Confederation. Xuanyuan is my father's surname, and Yiruo is my mother's surname. So, using the Confederate surname system, my name is Yiruo Xuanyuan. If using the Yanhuang clan system, my name is Xuanyuan Yiruo." After hearing my explanation, the old man nodded, continuing to look at the information in his hand. He seemed to have noticed something, and a smile with a very sinister meaning flashed across his face, disappearing in an instant. But I saw that change, and my acquired reflexes immediately reacted, telling me that something was wrong. To my surprise, the old man's next reaction was: "Hmm... the information is very complete. If there's nothing else to add, go to the admissions office later to pay the fees and pick up your books." The old man put down the information in his hand and instructed me on what to do next. Strange...strange...my acquired sense of atmosphere has malfunctioned. My innate, sharp sixth sense tells me this old man is no ordinary person. "Young Yi Ruo, have you prepared your tuition?" The old man suddenly called out, instantly snapping me out of my daze. But what I saw next was even more astonishing. "You...you...old sir...you..." I was utterly astonished. The old man was now sitting right where the show had just taken place, a sly grin on his face. He had changed into a suit and plaid shoes, what Germans would call "pointed eels," except for the top hat. In some local dialects of the Chinese people, there's a saying: "Even if you take a cow to Beijing, it's still a cow." I don't know where Beijing is, but this saying perfectly describes the old man's attire. "What's this?" Looking at the old man, my doubts and worries grew stronger. "Oh... I forgot to introduce myself. I am Nobi Dafir, and I am in charge of all school affairs, including academic affairs, general affairs, and administration... all of which I handle myself." The old man had a kind old man's smile, but to me it looked like a despicable and cunning grin. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, but he felt too unreal and unreal to me. Just like how he held all the school's administrative positions by himself, even the most basic educational institution needs a basic team to maintain its operations. "Young man... do you want to enroll or not? If you do, come and complete the procedures here. If not, the gate is right behind you. Just go back the way you came in!" The old man's tone changed slightly, probably because he was unhappy that I hadn't paid attention to him and completed the procedures. "Yes, yes... I'll do it right away." I smiled back. After all, my purpose in coming here was to complete my higher education, and I absolutely couldn't afford to have a conflict with this old man at this moment. However, once I get that certificate… heh… heh… heh… I reached into my pocket, wanting to take out the money I'd saved from my part-time jobs, but when I touched it, my face changed drastically. Where was my money? I fumbled in my front pockets, then my back pockets! "My money… my hard-earned money!" I cried out in despair. Why? Why is my hard-earned money gone? I looked at the old man waiting to collect his money with pleading eyes, and said to him in a very humble and sorrowful tone, "I… I want…""The tuition fee I paid is gone!" Upon hearing my words, the old man kindly asked, "Are you sure you've looked for it all?"
I nodded. Aside from what I was wearing and the other set of clothes I was carrying in my luggage, I had very little else left. "I see!" The old man's expression shifted several times as he saw me frantic. "Hmm... Young Yiruo! How about this? I have a student loan application form here. If you really can't afford the tuition, you might want to try applying for it." Although a student loan application is a very ordinary student aid application, the old man's actions were truly those of a kind and gentle elder. This made me feel extremely ashamed; I had just been suspicious and distrustful of him, finding his appearance despicable. I... I... I was truly ashamed and felt I had wronged him! "Here you go... Young Yiruo, take the application form and fill it out. Otherwise, according to the rules, I can't let you enroll without paying!" The old man—oh... no, I can't call him an old man anymore; I must now respectfully address him as—Mr. Dafir. I made up my mind. "Thank you, Mr. Dafir." I walked up to Dafir, took the loan application form, and quickly filled it out, presenting it to him. Dafir took my application, looked at it, made some corrections, and then stopped writing. He looked up at me and asked, "Yi Ruo, after you enroll, will you apply for accommodation at the school or commute to class?" Hmm... I guess accommodation! Accommodation would be cheaper, especially since I've run out of money! "Accommodation, I want to apply for accommodation." I answered immediately after considering it, but the living expenses after enrollment would be troublesome. "Okay, then I'll include this year's accommodation fees in the student loan application! Is that alright, Yi Ruo..." Dafir kindly helped me take advantage of the student loan opportunity and also included the accommodation fees. "This... of course!" How could I let such a good opportunity pass by? Anyway, the student loan repayment is in installments after graduation, and the amount of each installment isn't much. "Why not take this opportunity to apply for all the necessary expenses at once, so I don't have to scramble to pay off the remaining debts after I enroll?" I asked Dafir politely. "Mr. Dafir, can the miscellaneous fees also be included in the student loan application? If so, could you please add them as well?" "Of course, just attach a tuition fee list from the school." A glint of interest flashed in Dafir's eyes as he answered. "Alright, please sign your name in the applicant section of the application form, and I'll attach a list to it!" Dafir handed me the application form. I took it, glanced at it briefly, and without suspicion, signed my name and added my fingerprint at the bottom. "Welcome, Yi Ruo, welcome to Martial Arts High School!" Dafir smiled at me after taking the application form and casually offered his welcome. "What... Martial Arts High School, isn't it Chengmen High School?"
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Chapter Two: Entering the Wolf's Den "Isn't this Chengmen High School?" I was startled by the old man's words. Why was this Wudou High School instead of Chengmen High School?! "When, when, and when did I say this was Chengmen High School? Yi Ruo, kid, don't say it. I know you want to back out, don't you?" Dafir's answer was equally straightforward. "But...but doesn't the school sign at the gate say Chengmen High School?" I retorted. "Heh...no wonder you've attended so many schools in a row. You can even mistake Chengmen and Wudou, which are so different. Kid, you're really something!" Dafir laughed, mocking my poor literacy. "I...I don't believe it, you old fool, you're lying to me!" I was furious. The title "Mr. Dafir" was completely forgotten at this moment—no, I would never use it again. "I'm lying to you? Fine, I'll show you clearly!" As soon as Dafir finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand, muttering incantations. A moment later, the school sign that was at the entrance appeared in Dafir's hand. "Look carefully, what is martial arts? What is a sect's formation? You brat!" Dafir's tone was quite displeased. The old man's sudden display of skill was truly astonishing. Despite his sleazy appearance, his intermediate-level spell, [Wind Magic - Moving Objects in the Wind], was incredibly sophisticated. Due to the rebirth of the new era, various magical elements that did not exist in the old world have emerged because the quality and quantity of matter have changed drastically over time. Some so-called magicians use their spiritual power to control these magical elements for various applications. Correspondingly, due to the substantial changes in quality, races and beasts that did not exist in the old world are now rampant, and various elemental crystals are being mined and researched extensively and applied to various needs. Currently, the elements that have been discovered and are frequently used are divided into eight types: earth, water, fire, wind, electricity, light, darkness, and summoning. Although this space is filled with various elements, not everyone can use these eight types of magic. Generally, users must undergo long periods of training and learning. However, learning and training do not guarantee the ability to use magic. The use of magic usually requires a harmonious combination of one's own inherent qualities and the elements within the space. Furthermore, there are mutual repulsion phenomena among the various elements. For example, a high-level water mage, due to the attraction between their own qualities and the water element, and the mutual repulsion between elements, may be unable to use fire magic. Their use of other magics is also weaker because of the weaker combination of elements and their own qualities. Therefore, a high-level water mage using other magics is not as skillful or smooth as using water magic, and their magical rank is also lower. Because of the repulsion between elements, the application range of auxiliary elemental crystals is also wider. So, if you encounter a mage on the road, you can infer which elemental magic they use simply by looking at the auxiliary elemental crystals they use. Among these, earth, light, dark, and summoning magic are particularly special. Earth magic utilizes the earth beneath our feet to perform various actions, and it's the only type of magic that doesn't clash with other elements, making it accessible to almost every mage. Besides the three most common uses—support, attack, and defense—there's another particularly admirable application: tilling farmland using earth magic. This method was invented by a down-on-his-luck mage named Kaia Driss, who failed to master elemental magic, and in his honor, the magic is called Driss magic. This type of magic is taught in basic magic classes at most secondary schools. The other three types of magic depend on the individual's inherent affinity and combination. Light and dark magic require a combination of thought, essence, and elements, so there aren't many mages specializing in them. Most mages use basic to intermediate levels of light and dark magic. Those who specialize in these two types are often members of various religions. As for summoning magic, it depends on the synergy between the mage's magical power and the magical beast. The stronger the magic, the more powerful the various magical beasts that can be tamed. However, not all mages can summon magical beasts. The reason is simple: due to their nature and varying intelligence, magical beasts will assess whether a mage is worthy of their service. When you capture a magical beast, you use summoning magic to communicate with it spiritually. If it accepts you, it will accept your summoning magic and acknowledge you as its master. If it doesn't accept you, there's no other way but to force it to submit and acknowledge you as its master through inhuman communication. To put it bluntly, if a magical beast doesn't like you, hates you, despises you, and doesn't want to deal with you, that's all that matters. In terms of magical summoning abilities, the elves are arguably the most powerful, because their upbringing and the origins of magical beasts are roughly the same, and their spiritual level is also similar. Therefore, elves generally use summoning magic better than humans or other races. Moreover, elven girls are top-tier beauties. Even the most ordinary elven girl is considered a top-tier beauty by humans and other races. Therefore, in the black market for slaves, elven slaves are considered high-class goods. Their prices are about half to half the price of the next-tier fox beauties. When I saw the school sign, I was speechless. As I approached the sign and followed the strokes of the characters, uh… it really was Martial Arts, not Chengmen! Damn, I've entered the wrong school. That was my immediate reaction. Looking at the sign, my memory flashed back to before I arrived at this school. "Excuse me, which way is Chengmen High School?" I asked a firewood vendor by the roadside. "Huh… what the hell… what are you talking about?!" The vendor's answer left me completely bewildered. What are you talking about? "Never mind, I'll ask again, 'Excuse me, sir, is there a school nearby called Chengmen High School?'" "Oh... a school? You should have said so earlier! What do you mean by 'high school'? I don't understand. Let me tell you, see that fork in the road at the end of the street? Turn right, keep going, go around a pond, and you'll see a hill. That's where I got my firewood. The school is halfway up that hill." Having said that, I felt bad about asking any more questions, so I picked up my luggage and headed towards the school. Recalling that moment when I asked for directions, ah, I'd been tricked! My mood plummeted. But wait... I can get a refund! Thinking that I'd only filled out the forms and the other procedures weren't finished, hey... there's a chance! Thinking... thinking... my mood naturally improved. "Hehe... Anyway, this isn't a prestigious high school, and besides, I just filled out the application form, so... even if it's about student loans, you haven't submitted it yet, there's still room for negotiation, right? Mr. Nobi Dafir!" Usually, people's expressions change as quickly as a fairy's when they need something. Of course, I was no exception. Although I asked politely, I was inwardly seething! "Is that so?" the old man said. The old man then picked up a thick application form, weighed it in his hand, and flipped through it several pages before handing it to me. "See this? Application Form—Article 99, Section 10 of the Application Agreement: Please read the Application Regulations carefully. The school's application regulations are a unilateral contract. Once personal information, including a signature, is filled in on the application form and verified to be correct, the application is immediately valid. Anyone who wishes to terminate this agreement after the application is valid must pay 1,500 Confederate gold coins as punitive damages. Therefore, all applicants are advised to carefully read these terms before applying to Martial Arts High School." After reading this clause, cold sweat broke out on my back. My god, this wasn't an application form; it was a loan agreement from an underground bank! "This…this is a complete scam! You old bastard!" I yelled, unable to bear it any longer! I angrily pointed at the old man, but he remained defiant, his arrogant demeanor seemingly saying, "Money...money...I'm waiting for you." "Don't say anything," the old man said, "I know what you're thinking. My application terms have been approved by the Confederate Education Review Committee, so...kid, you only have two choices: either enroll obediently and be a good student, or give this old man 1,500 Confederate gold coins." Seeing my expression, the old man had already effectively blocked my escape route. The terms approved by the Education Review Committee are legally binding. Now, as this old man said, I either enroll or pay up. But...where would I get so much money? In all my life, the highest denomination I've ever seen is ten Confederate gold coins, and my annual living expenses are only five Confederate gold coins. This...1,500 Confederate gold coins, how could I possibly afford that? "Hey... kid, what's your decision?" The old man's sly smile returned. I knew I really couldn't escape this time. I guess I'll just have to accept my fate. Anyway, my past record was that the school would automatically expel me shortly after enrollment for reasons like being late, leaving early, skipping classes, or taking too many absences. So... okay, I'll take the gamble. What's there to be afraid of! "Okay... I accept it. I'll enroll." "That's right, that's a good student who wants to study seriously. Our school won't...""You've been taken advantage of! Here, take this book collection list. Go to the General Affairs Department to collect your books later. Oh... I almost forgot, you can just come to me to collect your books. I almost forgot that I work part-time in the General Affairs Department myself." Hearing the old man's last words, I only had one thought: Let me die! "By the way, about this student loan, the school... uh, no, how much tuition do you want to apply for?" I almost forgot about the student loan application. I almost had to pay a debt of 1,500 gold coins because of the breach of my enrollment application. Seeing that this old man looked like he was trying to rip me off, I thought it would be better to ask more clearly. "Oh... not much, not much!" the old man muttered, putting the enrollment application form back on the table and picking up the student loan application form that I wanted to apply for and reading it carefully. "Wait...wait, let me check! Hmm...tuition and fees—fifteen gold coins; tutor's fee—one hundred gold coins; school district maintenance fee, various activity equipment usage fees, annual desk and chair replacement fee...all these add up, uh, oh...eight hundred and fifty gold coins. So...all the fees are one thousand gold coins. By the way, this year's student loan application partner bank union is the fourth branch of the German Confederation Bank Union."
When the old man read out all the application fees, all I could think was, "This...this...is this some kind of predatory scheme?" There were even fees for the instructors, plus a loan from the Fourth Branch of the German Confederation Bank Union. Everyone knows that this Fourth Branch of the Confederation Bank Union is a well-known legal underground bank registered with the Confederation Bank Union. Uh...I seriously doubt this is really a school. This is practically an underground lending den! Someone come and kill me! "Don't worry," the old man said smugly, "our school has a series of student part-time job application programs. We will never let students leave our school with such huge student loan debts. You can use a year of part-time work to pay off the debt. Don't worry, the interest rate for this student loan is the lowest ever, only eight percent—calculated quarterly. It used to be twelve percent, so you can relax." "Fine, I give up. Give me the textbooks I'll be using after enrollment. Also, where's the dormitory? I'm exhausted right now, I'm not arguing with you anymore. I surrender." I waved my hand. I was completely beaten up in this battle, now I couldn't advance or retreat. I decided to settle for second best and slowly wear you down after enrollment. Let me go back to the dormitory and rest first, then I'll fight you again in the second round. After I finished speaking, I took the book collection list. I looked at it, and there were no books on it, only one book in total. I glanced at the old man, the old man's money-grubbing attitude was still the same. I hurriedly signed my name and gave him the list. I saw him turn around and take out a very thick book from behind. I looked at it... "Is it a new book? Why is it so tattered!" I asked. "Don't look at this old book, it's the hard work of your seniors!" the old man retorted loudly. "The culmination of generations of seniors' hard work? You mean the people on those recruitment posters outside?" I was curious. Who were these seniors of mine, that they could withstand this old man's ruthless torment? "Oh! You mean those recruitment posters? No! It's because the windows of those classrooms were in disrepair, and the school didn't have the extra funds to repair them, so they just picked up these big posters from the roadside and stuck them up. Hey... they actually work!" The old man was quite pleased with his clever trick, but hearing it hurt me deeply. "Stop talking! Just
tell me where the dorms are!" My heart was bleeding, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. ********** ...
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The unification of currency was handled by the Allied Unified Currency Foundation, established by the five major alliances of this era. To ensure currency uniformity, gold, silver, and copper were used as the basic unit of currency, with one hundred copper coins exchanging for one silver coin, and ten silver coins for one gold coin. To prevent unauthorized minting from disrupting the market and to clarify the responsibilities of each alliance, each alliance issued its own currency, which was still interchangeable among alliance members until it reached public and private financial institutions in the market for exchange. Simply put, if you used currency issued by the German Confederation in a country belonging to the New Era Federation, the merchant would automatically exchange it for New Era Federation currency. The currency issued by the German Confederation was then exchanged annually by financial institutions with representatives from each alliance member state during the annual market settlement. The elemental crystals produced by the various states and tribes within the alliance are traded at prices determined by the free market. The Foundation does not interfere with the trading of elemental crystals unless the market price experiences a significant increase. In such cases, the Foundation intervenes to stabilize the market and prevent speculators from using elemental crystals, a high-priced necessity, for illegal activities. Looking at the stone slab house before me, my head was throbbing. What bad luck I'd had today? Why was I being treated like this just to get to study? Pushing open the small wooden door that could barely be called a door, I saw an empty room with only a bed, a desk and chair, and a small cubicle separated by a private bathroom. There wasn't much furniture. Moreover, the entire room looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages; a thick layer of dust covered the desk. The bed was even worse—it had a large hole in the middle, with termites crawling around it. Not only that, the windows by the bed and desk had long been corroded and half-fallen away due to years of disrepair, leaving only half of them open. "Heh...heh..." Looking at the environment before me, I laughed, a helpless laugh. "Sigh..." I sighed deeply! Anyway, today is the first day of school, and the old man hasn't said we'll start classes today, so I might as well use the day to tidy up this little nest that I'll probably be living in for the next year! As soon as I finished speaking, I used a piece of wood to scrape some dust off the desk, creating a clean surface, and then placed my clothes on it before starting my deep cleaning. First, I opened all the vents, including the two half-open windows, and then ran to the bathroom stall next to the stone house. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of stray cats, a young couple, cuddling and making love. The moment I opened the door, two pairs of cat eyes looked at me. I stared back at them, and the male cat, who had been perched on top of the female cat, suddenly meowed. Still with his penis attached to her, he dragged her away. Apparently, this hurt the female cat, who yelped and lashed out with her paw at the male cat's face. That one swipe ended their brief affair. Seeing he'd been scratched, the male cat, disregarding their previous encounter, twisted and leaped, pulling his penis from her and lashing out with his claws. The two cats fought their way from the cubicle into the dense woods behind the house. "Forgive me… forgive me…" I said with a smile, using a teasing tone, mimicking the common refrain of a member of a certain religion of the Yanhuang people after committing a transgression. The bathroom facilities are pretty good, and the toilets of both sizes are fairly clean. The bathroom has a shower, and there is a large wooden tub next to it for storing water. Inside the tub is a smaller wooden tub, probably for me to collect water.
Since the bathroom wasn't as dirty as I'd imagined, I immediately started cleaning the stone slab house. The first step was the bed. Since the bed's wooden planks had a large hole, I simply removed the small wooden door. After getting rid of the termites and cleaning the bed, I put the door back on—hey…it fit perfectly! The second step was cleaning the cobwebs and dust from every nook and cranny. During the cleaning process, I even found a dozen or so silver coins bearing the five-clawed dragon seal issued by the Yanhuang clan in a corner. Finding these coins made me incredibly happy. I wondered which kind senior student was so insightful, predicting that someone would fall into that old man's clutches again, and leaving these coins to support future juniors so they wouldn't have to suffer too much. I picked up one of the dozen or so silver coins I found and carefully hid it away, secretly vowing that if I could escape the clutches of this old man, I would do as this senior did and leave some money here, so that if any unfortunate junior were to suffer the same fate, it would lessen the damage. After cleaning the corners of the room, I moved on to the desk and the chair. While cleaning the desk, I discovered a hidden compartment in the drawer. It wasn't large, only enough to hold about twenty or thirty sheets of standard paper. The papers had both text and hand-drawn illustrations. The text was densely written and I couldn't understand it, but I could read the illustrations. They were roughly depictions of sexual intercourse, with dozens of positions shown in each illustration, each accompanied by an explanation! Heh… I wonder which senior left these behind. But with something like this, I won't be bored living alone anymore! After finally cleaning the entire house and the bathroom, I was exhausted and drenched in sweat. The water bucket, which had been half full, was now empty. After a short rest, I carried the bucket and headed towards the woods behind the house. I don't know who came up with the terrible idea of building the dormitory on the mountaintop; it's exhausting for us all. Luckily, I've been independent since childhood, so these little things aren't too difficult for me. I walked along the forest path, which seemed to have been cleared by someone. The dense trees were dappled with sunlight filtering through, and a gentle breeze lingered in the woods. After walking for about ten minutes, I reached a small pond at the end of the path. I suppose this forest path was also cleared by a senior student to collect water. The pond wasn't deep, only about thigh-high. The clear water reflected the bottom, and many fish swam and foraged in the pond. I approached the pool and scooped a little water from the wooden tub to rinse it before filling it with water. I did this a dozen times, until the tub was nearly nine-tenths full. Satisfied, I returned to the pool to wash myself. Early September weather was hot but slightly cool. The water in the pool was cool but not icy. I tested the temperature with my hand; it was just right. With a quick pull, I easily stripped off all my clothes and jumped in. "Wow…so comfortable!" I gently shook my hands in the water, squatting in the pool, maintaining buoyancy with only my head above the surface. I would occasionally dip my head in, enjoying the cool sensation. Instantly, the day's fatigue was washed away in the pool. Just as I was happily playing with the small fish in the pool (actually, chasing them), I suddenly saw a red light emanating from a crevice in the water. "What is this thing? And it emits a red glow?" A faint red light emanated from the shimmering water. I looked on curiously, wondering what could possibly possess such wondrous energy. People say curiosity killed the mouse. That's absolutely true. I swam to the source of the red light, submerged myself, and slowly parted the pile of pebbles. A moment later, I saw a tiny bead, about the size of a thumb, lying quietly in the water, slowly emitting its own luster. As the cracks in the rocks widened, the red light intensified. When I reached out and picked up the red bead, a strange heat instantly spread from my palm throughout my body, concentrating three inches below my navel. But this feeling was fleeting; in the cool water, it wasn't particularly surprising. Of course, this was also because the bead had completely focused my attention, so I didn't notice the strange sensation that occurred to me. "How beautiful! Hmm... there's a smoky feeling inside the bead." I held the bead up to the sunlight, examining the little red bead closely. "Great! I never expected to find something so wonderful while just soaking in the water and taking a bath. Heaven hasn't let me down today, otherwise, that old man's antics this morning would have ruined my mood." Holding the red bead, I slowly walked back to the pool. "Alright, I can go back and rest now!" I quickly put my clothes back on, thinking: Today was a mixed bag. Back in the so-called dormitory stone shack, it was almost evening. After entering, I first put the red bead away, then changed out of my filthy clothes and went to the bathroom to wash them and hang them on a tree branch outside to air dry, otherwise I wouldn't have any clothes to wear tomorrow. Back in the stone house, I pulled up a chair, unpacked my luggage, and took out today's dinner: a slice of toast with meat in it, a hard-boiled egg, and a few vegetables. Luckily, I'd bought a quick breakfast on the street early this morning to get to school, intending to eat after registration. Not only did I end up at the wrong school, but that old man's meddling had turned what should have been breakfast into dinner. I ate my dinner while looking at the textbook that old man had given me. Seriously… I only intended to learn some basic subjects after enrollment, but here, this old man gave me books on magic theory. And what's even funnier is that this so-called textbook is a completely handwritten copy, densely covered in handwriting. I wonder where all my seniors are now?
Looking at this magic book, my spirits sank. It wasn't that I couldn't use magic, but rather that my own constitution and the various magical elements existing in the space weren't quite compatible. Every time I used magic, I had to prepare for a long time before I could cast it. As a result, I was eventually called a "half-baked magic apprentice," so I gave up learning magic and switched to studying basic subjects. Looking at that magic book, the more I flipped through it, the less interested I became. After dinner, I simply put the magic book away and took out some valuable item left behind by some senior student. Looking at the dense text on the first page, I found it increasingly strange. It contained strange terms like "gathering qi in the dantian, circulating endlessly, all qi returning to one, qi swallowing heaven and earth," and so on. However, because it was getting stranger and stranger, my body unconsciously followed the descriptions, and unexpectedly, this caused some inexplicable strange phenomena to slowly appear throughout my body. At first, as I began studying the first sentence, it felt as if many different forces were surging through my body. As I read further, all these forces concentrated three inches below my navel. The moment I finished reading the last page, the surging forces vanished, replaced by a concentrated energy three inches below my navel. I felt no discomfort; instead, I felt energized and inexplicably excited. I picked up the stack of papers and sat on the bed, continuing to generate these forces within my body as described, concentrating them three inches below my navel as instructed. Perhaps my body had naturally adapted to this method, because after several repetitions, I no longer needed to read the text; my body operated automatically according to the process. Of course, I'd already learned most of the written stuff. Next up, of course, was what all those men loved most. But it would have been better if I hadn't looked. As soon as I started reading, my little brother got incredibly hard. Normally, I'd cool it down with cold water, but that didn't work this time. Not only that, but it was half a size bigger than usual, almost comparable to the old man's dick I saw this morning—it was practically as big as it could be! "Wow! Cold water didn't work. Then I'll have to use the last resort: sleep!" Based on my usual methods, if my little brother was still rock hard after the cold water, sleeping was almost a guaranteed solution. With that, I shoved the stack of papers onto the headboard, sprawled out on the bed (it should be "too big" now), and fell asleep immediately. In Chapter Four, the Lustful Dragon's dream vaguely sensed that a certain erect part of his body was enveloped by a warm, slippery, soft object. The slow, gentle suction made that erect part swell even larger. Sometimes, he felt that the erect part was sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes loose, sometimes tight. Sometimes, the sensation changed with the movement of the soft object, but the constant was that the feeling was extremely comfortable, vaguely revealing a pleasure that was about to be released. He enjoyed this feeling in the dream, both illusory and incredibly real. In the dream, he was in a state of blissful euphoria, but this feeling, both real and illusory, compelled him to investigate further. Finally, I broke free from the illusion of my dream. I opened my eyes, and what appeared before me was an absolutely erotic scene. The bright moonlight outside shone through the half-damaged window, illuminating the small stone house. Although the light wasn't as bright as daytime, the soft moonlight allowed me, standing in the stone house, to clearly see what was before me: a beautiful woman with long, waist-length hair, flawless white skin, slender yet voluptuous, naked, was right in front of me. I wanted to speak, but found I couldn't make a sound. I wanted to move, but my body was frozen in place on the bed, still in the same position I had been in when I fell asleep. The woman's slender, long hands were constantly stroking my erect penis, using various techniques of stroking, pinching, and touching, each one making me gasp for breath. Because the woman was kneeling on my lower thighs, her long hair obscured most of her face, but I could still vaguely make out that she was quite attractive. Because of her kneeling position, her heavy, firm breasts pressed against my thighs, rubbing against them with her movements. Perhaps due to the restriction of her movement, she was acutely aware of these subtle movements; the slight rubbing of her breasts against my thighs allowed me to determine that the protrusions on her firm breasts were experiencing pleasure. The woman's hands continued moving, but her head had moved towards my penis, sending waves of sensation through my thigh muscles, causing them to soften briefly before quickly returning to their original position. She was licking my ammunition storage compartment. With each flick of her tongue, the two "protein-diluting" particles inside seemed to be vying for her sensual tongue. "Hoo..." I couldn't help but gasp. The woman beneath me wasn't just licking my penis, she was also sucking on my testicles. Her sucking and licking made it impossible for me to calmly consider what was happening.
"A ghost?" That was my first thought, but... was that possible? Could a ghost experience feel that real? But how could I explain being unable to move or speak? Could I have encountered a flirtatious female ghost who drains men's essence as food, letting them soar to the heavens before taking their lives at the peak of their orgasm? Or perhaps it was that old man's trick, first giving me a girl to get me hooked, then using her to blackmail me. Besides, that old man is elusive; my current predicament must be his doing. I felt the various stimuli from the woman's movements in my mind, while simultaneously analyzing the issues I had just considered. The latter possibility seemed most likely. Putting aside everything else, the way that old man treated me during the day showed he was no good. And considering the woman's practiced movements beneath me, it was clear he had spent a fortune to orchestrate this scheme. Having considered this, I made up my mind: don't let me gain the upper hand, or I'll show you what an invincible, virgin rooster is! Daring to eat my virgin rooster? That's courting death! I'm saving this rooster for my future wife; how can I let such a casual woman eat it? My rooster is sacred and inviolable. Dare to eat my virgin rooster? I'll show you what a real virgin rooster is like! Thinking about it is one thing, doing it is another; I still couldn't move my body or open my mouth. I didn't know what was wrong. Perhaps the woman had been manipulating me for a long time, but my penis remained stubbornly erect. The woman had no choice but to move her target again, aiming her tongue at my penis once more. Sucking, licking, stroking, sucking, holding… she tried every method available, but my penis remained unmoved, showing no sign of wanting to ejaculate. The woman was probably getting impatient. She slowly got up, and her exquisite and alluring figure, her firm and full breasts, all flashed into my mind as she stood up. Just as she slowly moved her body in a half-squatting position to my penis, I could even clearly see the slight moisture glistening on her pubic hair through the moonlight. The woman reached out, grasped my penis, and slowly moved her moist vulva above it. Then, the woman's body sank down. "Oh..." A very soft moan escaped the woman's lips. Of course, I also felt the urge to utter it, but the sound was muffled. However, at this moment, I felt like I was being raped. I thought I could only turn my head away and let the tears flow. Ah... my first time in a virginity, just like that, gone. But I didn't turn my head away in despair and let the unknown woman trample on me. Instead, I watched her, watching her thrust in and out of my penis. I don't know if her movements slowed down because of my size, or if it was also her first time, but the woman's beautiful face showed a slight expression of pain. As time passed, the woman probably got used to the size of my crotch. The woman's movements slowly quickened, and the slightly painful expression on her face turned into an expression of pleasure, and the moans began to grow louder with the movements. "Hmm... ah... hmm..." The moans echoed very rhythmically in the room, and I also felt the warmth, wetness, and tightness of the woman's honey hole. "Ah...oh...hurry...come out quickly, give me back my essence!" The woman's moans carried a different kind of plea. "What...what essence? If you want my sperm, why didn't you say so earlier? Aren't you taking it now?" Because her voice was so soft, I couldn't hear her very clearly, but since she mentioned the word "essence," I figured she wanted my sperm!
Being made love to by a stunningly beautiful woman is undoubtedly a pleasure for a man. Conversely, being restrained, silenced, and relentlessly made love to without any responsive movement is cruel and abusive. "Quick...quick...return my essence to my body!" The woman's moans changed, this time with a hint of helplessness and urgency. My penis was being moved up and down by the woman's wonderful honey hole, like the tip of a succulent constantly making intimate contact with the walls of her honey hole. With each movement, my succulent tip scraped out the fluids produced by the woman's body, making my entire penis wet. Although my body couldn't move, the feeling was quite pleasant. Perhaps the woman was approaching her limit, the suction inside her honey hole grew stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to bite off my penis, tight yet slippery. The woman's movements became increasingly vigorous, each thrust engulfing my entire penis in her tight vagina. With each stroke, the tip of my penis penetrated deeper into that beautiful yet unknowable realm. "Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...no...I can't take it anymore, hurry...hurry, give me back my essence, I...I...I can't take it anymore!" As soon as the woman finished speaking, a brilliant red light filled the stone house, brighter than moonlight, a blood-red hue that permeated the entire space. Simultaneously, the woman's movements locked her body tightly in place, the contact between her vagina and my penis reaching its most intimate point. The tight, elastic walls of her vagina gripped my penis tightly, and at the tip, it felt as if countless tiny hands were caressing it. The intense sensual sensations made me want to release all the semen I had stored up for years. Just as I was about to climax, the words from the unknown erotic book I had read that evening appeared in my mind, and my body naturally activated the internal energy cultivation method. "Ah...no...quick...quick...give me back my essence!" the woman cried out during her climax. This time I heard it clearly; she wanted her essence. Perhaps due to the natural flow of my internal energy, I was supposed to reach the peak of climax with her, but because of the tension, the energy flowed naturally, preventing my ejaculation. This preventation, however, actually made things worse. My penis suddenly thickened and lengthened, causing the woman to cry out. Instead of me ejaculating first, she released a large amount of her vaginal fluid. And because there was so much fluid, I felt a suction force at my glans, as if it were drawing the woman's fluid back into my body, afraid of wasting it. "Ah...no...no...don't!" the woman screamed, struggling to shake her body. But because she had just climaxed and their bodies were so tightly joined, it was too late for her to pull away. "So...so good!" Ah...I can speak now. I tried to move different parts of my body, and I could move! With that movement, my wish was about to be fulfilled. Perhaps because the woman had climaxed too much, she lay limply on top of me. I moved my body, pinning her beneath me. My penis wasn't pulled out. Soon, the roles reversed, and I immediately started shaking my hips, thrusting my penis in again with all my might. "Ah...no..." The woman, who was already somewhat weak, screamed again after this. I didn't care. To get revenge, I thrust in and out even harder with each stroke. After about a hundred thrusts, the woman beneath me quickly reached her second orgasm, and I, just like the first time, sucked the sweetness she ejaculated from my glans. After her second orgasm, the woman was noticeably weaker, but that didn't mean I would let her go. I pulled out my penis, which gleamed silver in the moonlight, a silver tinged with blood. I tried to think about what that bloodiness meant, but my desire for revenge was stronger, stronger than anything else—I only wanted to get revenge on her. I held the woman's slender waist; her supple skin felt so good. I didn't let her rest for long; after all, she had provoked me first. I got off the bed, picked her up, cleared the things off the desk, and then carried her back to the bed. She wasn't too heavy, and as soon as I lifted her, I immediately thrust my penis back into her wet, sweet hole. Her narrow opening hadn't loosened despite my repeated penetration. The woman automatically wrapped her long legs around my waist, enjoying the few tricks I had learned from that erotic book. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in my ears, the woman's moans even louder than the previous two rounds, and I, in turn, exerted myself to the utmost. "Good...good...I...I...I'm coming again!" Soon, as I changed to the second position, the woman lay on the desk, her hands gripping the edge, while I lay behind her, penetrating her from behind, simultaneously enjoying her incredibly elastic and full breasts from back to front. The delicate protrusions, originally the size of red beans, maintained a state of pleasure throughout this continuous and uninterrupted sex, her firm and full breasts constantly changing shape in my hands. "Good...good...ah...coming again!" The third climax, her juices spilled all over the floor, reflecting in the moonlight, creating a lewd picture. The unfinished juices were not as intense as the first ejaculation; as her strength waned, the juices could only flow down her slender, jade-like legs. The fourth round began. I, who hadn't yet ejaculated, wasn't having many problems besides being exhausted. The woman, however, seemed completely worn out after all this time, but that wasn't a reason for me to let her go. I carried her back to the bed and thrust in again. She cried out again, but her subsequent moans lacked the intensity and passion of the previous rounds. Even so, I continued my vigorous thrusts, my hands not neglecting her ample breasts. In this final round, perhaps the suction of her vagina wasn't as strong, I finally ejaculated all the semen I'd accumulated over the years deep into her vagina. ********** ... So because of this, Chapter 5 might be released a little later! Everyone! I'm going to go lurking now, I'll talk to you again when I get back from my break!

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