Far away from the city of Wewsa, a city millions of miles away, a twelve-story building stood firm on the main streets.The top floor was occupied by a seemingly ordinary old man but those who knew him knew not to call him 'ordinary'. He was anything but ordinary in the eyes of many. With white short hair and a beard, he looked old when he was just over forty.His emerald green eyes sparkled through the glasses he wore and over his left eye was a vertical scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek.Adorned in dark blue suits and sitting in this office-like room—which had a round desk, three chairs, and a large wardrobe—he inspected every corner with sharp gazes every few minutes.Crack!He heard a sound and his head turned in the direction of the crack.On one of the walls, hundreds of glass orbs were placed orderly in ten columns but varying rows that showed a certain ranking from highest to lowest. As the columns descended, the glass orbs became smaller.On the ninth column, one o

Cang had just finished his talk with his father-in-law and family head of the Wuhan family and so, he decided to have a short tour around the central building out of habit before he'd return to the embrace of his captivating wife.As he walked through the different paths in the building, he sighted a lady a few meters from him going through one of the forked paths.Her figure was even more graceful compared to his wife and he didn't need to behold her facial features to know she easily surpassed Qing Wuhan in terms of beauty.Just looking at her from behind was enough to steal his heart which already belonged to Qing.As she took the turn, he had a brief second to see her face though partly—jade-like skin without blemishes, a beautifully shaped nose and lips he could already tell were softer than his wife's—and he felt like he'd fallen through a trance. 'What the hell?'He hastened his steps as he planned to get a better view of her but by the time he arrived at the forked path, he wa

Emerging from his abode and securely locking the door in his wake, Yen embarked on a departure from the edifice he had procured and christened as his dwelling.A span of over a week had witnessed his residence being more than just a mere acquisition; though he didn't constantly inhabit its interiors, the nights he had spent within its confines exceeded the instances he had chosen to rest elsewhere since becoming the proprietor.Stepping away from the structure and achieving a certain distance, Yen pivoted, casting a lingering gaze upon his abode. The tableau before him was an exquisite composition—a symphony of flowers flourishing on either flank of the two-story domicile, a walkway meticulously paved with crimson bricks extending from the entrance, meandering to the parking area, and finally culminating at the gateway. Amid this picturesque setting, the resonant voice of Stem resounded within his thoughts.{This vista is truly captivating, a commendable achievement on your part,} Ste

The pill production area buzzed with controlled chaos, illuminated by the dim glow of overhead lights. Rows of cauldrons lined the room, each one poised to orchestrate a symphony of chemical transformations. The rhythmic hum of machinery and the scent of potent ingredients intermingled in the air.Yen's fingers deftly navigated the control panel, his motions precise and efficient. A flick of the switch initiated a surge of electricity that coursed through the veins of the cauldrons, rousing them to life.With the power activated, Yen's synchronization with Stem commenced. Their mental harmony facilitated the seamless progression of tasks. Equipped with a meticulously prepared concoction, Yen's swift movements resonated with purpose.Fluidly, he poured the amalgamated mixture into the diminutive cauldrons, resembling kettle-like vessels. Despite their narrow openings, these cauldrons blossomed wider at the base, their stout stature accentuated by vertical handles that flanked opposing

The meeting room was saturated with tension, an atmosphere thickened by the gravity of the ongoing negotiations. As the discussions progressed, all four participants found themselves embroiled in a silent battle of intellect and strategy, the ebb and flow of their words mirroring the ebb and flow of a high-stakes chess match.Yen, having deftly navigated through the complex terrain of explanations and value propositions, had meticulously unveiled the facets and significance of every available pill. He went above and beyond, providing each attendee with a compact booklet, a trove of information encapsulated within its pages.The booklet contained a precise breakdown of the pills' uses, quantities, pricing, and instructions for consumption, all neatly summarized for their convenience. This unspoken gesture spoke volumes of Yen's dedication to transparency and professionalism.The issue at hand had its roots in the innocuous-looking booklet Yen had handed out. Within its pages lay the se