Conflict[Truth Juice allows the consumer to only speak of the truth. Its effect lasts for 30 minutes. With pulps and fruit chunks, it is best consumed chilled."Those words were printed on the alloy can as the introduction of the Truth Juice.]"They even threw in something funny. But why isn't it something that gives you special skills of some sort?"Reading the introduction of the product. Christopher couldn't help but feel disappointed. The prize that he imagined was supposed to be on par with exclusive techniques like Dual Wielding. It's still better than nothing. At least that was how he consoled himself as he bagged the Truth Juice.Arriving at the station, he kept the juice well and put his phone into his pocket before alighting the public transport.The single apartment that he rented was located among a number of low-rise buildings which made up a residential area. In this area,there were all sorts of people, most of whom were in a similar situation as Christopher's; they were
Confusion"What do you want? Christopher said exasperatedly."Pay!" Sean wore an irritated expression before adding."You must pay back!"'Is he trying to blame it on me now?' Christopher thought to himself as he frowned.He was unsure whether or not he caused the button to fall off, but Versace?You must be joking!Although Christopher didn't have the luxury to wear clothes from that brand, he had seen Luna wearing it various times. Anyone could tell that from the fabric and quality that Sean's shirt was highly likely counterfeit products that were often sold in roadside stalls. 200 bucks was the ceiling price for it. Moreover, people who could afford to wear such luxurious brands wouldn't bother about such petty issues.Unwilling to argue with Sean, Christopher simply brushed past him, wanting to walk away.Just as he attempted to do so, Sean grabbed Christopher's collar before saying,"Hey,are you trying to escape?""Listen up you punk! You must pay me back today. Otherwise, believ
Crossing overSmart felt as if someone was calling him."Your Highness, wake up..."He turned his head away, but the sounds he had heard did not disappear, instead they became even louder. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve."Your Highness, my Royal Prince!”Smart opened his eyes immediately. He did not see any of the things he had grown familiar with-the screen was gone, the desk was gone, and So too, was the wall which he had plastered with Post-its. They were replaced by a strange scene-rows of small brick houses, a round public Square that was crowded with people, and a door-shaped gallows that was erected in the middle of the public square. He was seated on an elevated platform from across the square. The chair he sat on was not his usual soft swivel chair, but instead, a cold and hard iron chair. Sitting alongside him was a group of people whose gazes were fixated upon him. Among them were a few young women who were dressed as mediaeval ladies like what he had seen
Find herFor a period of time Roland locked himself in his room as he carefully reviewed the memories of this new world,such that dinner had to be sent directly to him by his servants.Roland suppressed his fear of the unfamiliar environment he found himself in under his strong will to live. He was very clear that if he wanted to blend in and avoid being suspected by the people around him he needed to get more information as soon as possible.Roland had to say that the fourth prince had, apart from fooling around with some other sons of the nobility, no additional things in his brain.Over and over again, Roland was unable to remember any valuable information such as knowledge of the aristocracy,the political situation in his own country, or the diplomatic situation with his neighbours. As for basic common sense, such as city names, or the years of significant events, they were completely different than the history of Europe he knew.It seemed that based on his memories, the old Roland
AnnaRoland swallowed the last piece of fried egg from his breakfast, took a napkin and wiped his mouth before saying,“So you are saying that you are worried that the Witch Cooperation Association will hear the news that the witch did not die and hence will try to rescue her?”“It is as your Highness has said,” Barov stomped angrily as he exclaimed, “If the prisoner had died it would be bad enough,but now she is still alive! If those witches are even crazy enough to steal babies on the chance they might become future comrades, how far do you think they'd go for someone who has already become a minion of the devil? With how recklessly they behave,attempting a rescue wouldn't be surprizing."Roland was confused, he had always felt that there was something amiss about this situation. Why were the Assistant Minister and the Knight Commander so scared of witches?The woman who should have been hanged was a witch,right?The woman who was so thin it was as if she would fall down when the win
Flame"Can you clearly describe what happened when the mine collapsed? " Roland asked.Anna nodded and began talking.Roland was surprised because he expected her to stay silent or to angrily curse at him, but she responded to all of his questions cooperatively.It wasn't a complicated story.Anna's father was a miner and was working when the mine collapsed. Immediately after they heard about the accident,Anna and the other miners'families went to rescue their loved ones. The North Slope Mine area was rumored to be an abandoned monster lair with many forked pathways extending in all directions.Since the volunteers were all acting on their own accord, they separated at the mine entryway,and only Anna's neighbors Susan and Ansgar were by her side when she found her father.Her father's leg was crushed under a cart filled with ore,rendering him motionless, but at his side was another miner patting him down for money.When the looter saw them, he rushed at Ansgar with a pick and knocked h
Reasons"The Second Law of Thermodynamics: Heat can never pass from a colder to a warmer body without causing other effects, or it is impossible to convert heat from a single source into work without causing other effects, or entropy always increases in an irreversible heat reaction."Roland carefully wrote this down using the language of this world. At a glance, the text resembled a moving earthworm, and he really didn't understand how the locals could learn so many complicated characters.If asked which of the physical laws was the most depressing,Roland would definitely choose the second law of thermodynamics. It states that heat will always pass from high to low temperatures, thus adding chaos to order and increasing entropy. Eventually,everything will become nothing and the universe will become morbidly silent.Somehow, this world was exempt from the issue of increasing entropy. It could produce magic power out of nothing, which was much more impressive than a perpetua
Begin TrainingIn the rear castle gardens stood a single cottage, surrounded by a wooden fence. The cottage was built out of clay bricks and the ground was filled with loess, a mixture of sand, silt and clay. There was also a pond in front of the cottage with a circumference of roughly nine and a half yards and with the pond filled with an appropriate amount of river water, this environment was not only difficult to burn but also had a certain manufactured feel, it seemed to be taken right out of a dream. Piled atop the ground were several iron ingots, these came from the blacksmith and were placed there by Carter.The pond was very charming,Roland had immediately taken a fancy to this place, but as for a laboratory, this place was still too crude. Roland shook his head,realizing that using some random materials and having them build a perfect lab was not possible. If he could find a suitable place in the future and collected all the resources, he would get Barov to start making him a