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Between Fiction and Reality

This may not be too important since it's more focused on giving you the basics (again) but I promise the next chapter is where you will meet the characters ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Chapter 4: Ready Set Work!

Hwang Mun-Yak, a shrewd and calculating man, is the president of the Eunha Trading Company. He had a reputation for making decisions based solely on the potential benefits he could gain. He didn't care about a person's background or origin; he cared about what they could bring to the table. So, when he purchased a child slave, it raised eyebrows and sparked curiosity.

Zhang Jun sat nervously in one of the opulent chambers of the Hwang family. As a slave trader, Zhang was accustomed to dealing in the business of buying and selling human lives, but this encounter was different.

As Zhang Jun faced Mun-Yak and his enigmatic gaze, he pondered a question that had been asked silently: What value did Mun-Yak see in the child he had bought? What value did he see in you for him to take notice of you?

Zhang Jun thought really deeply as he sat down with the Hwangs. All three of them sat around the circle table, discussing something regarding you.

"President Hwang, allow me to shed light on the child’s history," Zhang Jun began, choosing his words carefully.

"This child, despite her unfortunate circumstances, possesses a unique set of qualities that transcends her current situation. She is remarkably resilient, resourceful, and possesses an innate intelligence that is, dare I say, exceptional," Zhang Jun explained, hoping to emphasize the positive attributes that might have caught Hwang Mun-Yak's discerning eye. However, he remembered what happened a few moments before. He nervously sweats at that embarrassing memory.

“Though her resilience can be an issue from time to time, she is very capable.” Jun took a moment to compose himself, recalling the embarrassing incident from earlier, and hoped that Mun-Yak would appreciate the overall picture rather than fixate on a single awkward moment.

Zhang Jun awaited Mun-Yak's response, hoping that his explanation would assuage any concerns and convince the president of the profound value the child held.

Are there more? "Hwang Mun-Yak asked while he drank his tea.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment. “I was told that the child was an illegitimate child from a previous lord in a small village near the seas. The mother of the child was a woman who was said to be from an island far away. Her journey to our lands was not a choice but a result of being taken from her homeland by a merchant who sold her to the previous lord.”

Jun paused, carefully remembering the information he had. "From what little I could remember, the lord was captivated by her exotic beauty and took her as one of his concubines."

Zhang Jun continued, "The relationship, however, was short-lived. After the birth of the child, the lady fell gravely ill and, unfortunately, succumbed to her ailment. Right after the lady’s death, the previous lord died right after. The child’s half-older brother took the position as the new lord, and he tried selling the child as a slave.”

Hwang Mun-Yak continued to absorb the information about the child from Zhang Jun as his gaze at his teacup penetrated it with his thoughtful look. The story of the child's origins and her half-brother’s actions left a sour taste in the air. “A few moments ago, outside, I noticed that you and your caravan had been traveling for a very long time. May I ask where you were planning to sell her before I decided to buy her from you, Mr. Zhang? ”

Jun sweats from the question, "I will admit originally considering giving her to the Jang family as a gift for their child and as potential buyers. However, your timely offer to purchase her changed the course of events. It is only fitting that you are the one to decide her fate now, President Hwang."

The room fell into a momentary silence as Mun-Yak contemplated the narrative. "Thank you for the information, Mr. Zhang. Here, this is a reward for your assistance."

A bag of gold coins was put on top of the expensive table. Zhang Jun's eyes widened as he beheld the bag of gold coins on the table, the glint of the metal captivating him. He felt his hands trembling from the glittering money that was presented in front of him. Those glittering gold coins before him were a testament to the success of his latest transaction.

"Ah, President Hwang, your generosity knows no bounds," Zhang Jun said, his voice tinged with a hint of greed thinly veiled behind a facade of gratitude. "As a humble trader, I am honored to have played a part in bringing valuable information. I assure you that should you ever require my services in the future, I will be at your disposal."

Hwang Mun-Yak nodded, acknowledging Jun's thanks, though he couldn't help but notice the insatiable hunger in the trader's eyes. "That would be unnecessary; your cooperation and the information you provided about the child are enough," Mun-Yak replied, his tone holding a hint of caution.

But before Zhang Jun could attempt to further curry favor, Mun-Yak gestured toward the door, signaling the end of their discussion. Zhang Jun, clutching the bag of gold coins tightly in his hand, left the room with hesitation. It was a transaction, yes, but an opportunity to have a secure connection with the influential Eunha Trading Company. would greatly benefit him.

"Father, do you really think this is a good idea?" The man next to Mun-Yak finally voiced out his concern about the whole situation.

Mun-Yak responded without a hint of emotion. "What do you mean, Jongui?"

Jongui hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Father, I know you felt bad for the child, but to this extent? Do we really need to know about her background when she will only be a servant here?"

"I am not blind, Son."

Jongui felt a chill run down his spine at the firmness in his father's voice. Straightening his back, he braced himself for what would come next. Mun-Yak continued, "I planned to observe the child to see how capable she is. If my opinion about her turns out to be true, we will take responsibility for her."

Mun-Yak stands up from his seat and walks to the window, gazing at the scenery before him. Jongui gazes at him with utmost curiosity. Wondering what his father may be thinking. "But if she turns out to be useless, we will leave her as a maid in training."

As Jongui gazed at his father, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled within him. His father's decision to go to such lengths for a mere child troubled him deeply. He wondered what had compelled his father to take such a keen interest in the child.

Jongui knew his father well, and he understood that Mun-Yak was not a man to act impulsively. There had to be something about the child—something that Jongui himself had yet to see—that had motivated his father to make this unusual move.

Eventually, Jongui decided to trust his father's judgment. Mun-Yak had built the Eunha Trading Company into a formidable force through shrewd decision-making and an innate ability to recognize potential. If he believed that the child held value beyond that of a common slave, there had to be a compelling reason.

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Meanwhile,

By the time you woke up from the void, you were greeted by a very extravagant room. The extravagant room you woke up in was impressive. “I feel very rich inside this room.”

You hummed as you were admiring the room design. Mr. Rich should have let one of his people put you here. You were thankful for the generosity.

Ping*

A ping was heard. You look at where the sound came from, only for the colors of your face to drain.

[100 curl-ups| 100 right punches and left punches| 100 push 100 left kicks and right kicks]

“Maomao, what the fuck are these?! ”

A very scared and nervous Maomao appeared before you; they trembled from the glare you gave her. “Those are commissions! You have to do it or else you’ll be punished. Please don’t get angry at me! ”

Maomao cried as she moved far away from your heart.

“Commissions? "You look up at the blue screen with the ‘commissions’. “Ah, I get it, but it doesn’t explain why it has to be intense. ”

You gave Maomao a look and a gesture at your figure. “As you can see, Maomao, I have the body of a weak child. What do you think I could do? "You made an exaggerated gesture to the screen, “all of these without fainting every second!" ”

To Maomao’s credit, they answered your question. “Um, improvise? ”

You sighed. The sudden appearance of these demanding commissions was far from what you expected. Realizing that Maomao was probably not the best source for empathy in this unfortunate situation.

"Improvise, huh?" you muttered to yourself, eyeing the list of physical tasks. "Well, let's see what we can do here."

You decided to start with the curl-ups. Instead of the full 100, you opted for a more reasonable number, settling for 20. As you attempted the exercise, you couldn't help but feel the strain in muscles you didn't even know you had. Maomao watched with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Okay, not bad," you said, panting slightly. "Now, the punches."

You adjusted your stance and threw a series of punches, alternating between left and right. You weren't sure if they were up to the standards of a martial artist, but at least you weren't embarrassing yourself completely.

"Push-ups next," you mumbled, lowering yourself to the ground. You were struggling so much but managed to complete 30 before your arms protested vehemently. This was definitely not your usual morning routine.

"Now, kicks," you said, eyeing the remaining tasks. Instead of high kicks, you settled for a more manageable level, kicking the air with moderate intensity. While also feeling the strain in your legs.

"Alright, Maomao, that should do it," you declared, your muscles tense and sore but feeling the accomplishment. "How was that for improvisation?"

Maomao, who had been cautiously observing your attempts, nodded with a hesitant smile. "Um, not bad, Y/n. But the commissions are still not complete. Maybe you can try to do a bit more?"

You groaned, "Alright, Maomao," you said with resignation, "I suppose I have no choice but to finish it. Though I'm warning you, this is going to be a disaster."

Your threat left Maomao shuddering in fear. You were not someone to mess with when you’re angry.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally completed the commissions, panting and sweating heavily. You felt your chest squeeze, wheezing a little. Your weak child's body was not built for such strenuous exercise. Maomao offered you a towel, which you gratefully accepted.

"Good job," she said tentatively, offering you a glass of water. You gulped it down, grateful for the refreshment.

You looked at the commission's screen again, feeling accomplished despite the physical strain. "Alright, Maomao, what happens after I finish the commissions?”

As if to answer your question, another ping was heard. You look at the blue screen, and your eyes widen from the words it displays.

[Congratulations! You have finished your first commission! As a reward for your hard work, here are your prizes: 40 Exp.| 3 Free Energy drink<common> | Free QI Energy ]

Maomao grinned, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Congratulations! You did it! Finishing your first set of commissions is a big milestone."

You read the message on the blue screen, and a sense of accomplishment washed over you. The rewards for completing your first commission were better than you expected.

Maomao clapped her hands in delight. "Look at that! You've earned experience points, energy drinks, and even some QI energy. Those rewards will come in handy for your cultivation journey."

"Thanks," you said sincerely, while you stretched your body a little to release the tension in your muscles. "So, what's next after completing these commissions? Do I get more tasks or challenges?"

Maomao shakes her head. "Fortunately for you, no, you will only receive commissions daily, so that was your first commission on this day; tomorrow will be another one."

You grumble at the thought of more commissions, but at least it was only once a day, so maybe you’ll tolerate it for now. "Okay, then, so can you explain to me about the rewards I got? ”

“Sure! "Maomao excitedly responds, “The experience points (Exp) you've earned will be used to level up your character, and you can also sacrifice' Exp for Stats points. The free energy drinks will help replenish your character's stamina, and the free QI energy is a special resource you can use to help replenish your current QI; in fact, you can use it now if you want."

You thought about Maomao’s suggestion, “Hm, maybe let’s focus on replenishing my stamina first, then we can do QI after.” After all, you were so tired from the commission.

Maomao understandably nods and lets you summon one of the energy drinks. You gulp down the whole bottle like a wild animal (which is understandable), and as you finish drinking the whole bottle, you feel your body become light and energized. “Wow! I actually feel very energized; it feels like I didn’t even do an intense workout a few minutes ago.”

Maomao grinned, pleased to see your positive reaction to the energy drink. "They work wonders in replenishing stamina and revitalizing your character. It's a quick fix for when you need a boost during or after challenging tasks."

As you relished in the newfound energy coursing through your virtual veins, Maomao continued, "Now, let's talk about the free QI energy you received. Qi energy is crucial in this world; it's like your character's life force and power source. You can use free QI energy to restore your character's Qi, which is essential for your future abilities and skills."

She guided you through the process of using the free QI energy, explaining the intricacies of managing this vital resource. As you followed her instructions, you felt the replenishing surge of energy within the game, mirroring the real-world rejuvenation you experienced with the energy drink.

"Now that your stamina is replenished and your Qi energy is restored, let us discuss your current state." But before Maomao could finish, both of you heard footsteps coming to your (not really) room. This made both of you panic.

“Oh no, um, let’s continue this another time; for now, just talk via telepathy to communicate with me, okay? ”

As you were about to respond to Maomao, they disappeared from sight. The door also slides open. “I see you are finally awake, esteem guest.”

This is going to be a long day.

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I have been writing this since morning. So many distractions but I was able to write chapter 4 •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

I may be edit it, too tired to bother today (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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Moments with you [Chung Myung x Fem! Reader]

I made this instead of studying :DD Also, this story was supposed to be based on Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey but it didn't even have any ounce of inspiration :) Chung Myung may be a lot OOC in this so bear with me.

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“You’re here again to visit Grandaunt, Master Chung Myung?” A teen asked a handsome ‘young’ man, “She’s currently in the garden, I could inform her that you’re here.”

Chung Myung waves his hand, “It’s fine, I’ll go to her, and you continue your work, Wuxie.”

He walks past Wuxie who curiously gazes at the man. The boy always wonders why a disciple of Mount Hua would come and visit his Grandaunt without fail. On each visit, he would bring trinkets or flowers, if not he would just be here to chat with his Aunt. The boy had believed that maybe the disciple saw his Grandaunt as his mother or something, but it all changed when he saw him looking at his Grandaunt with that look.

Wuxie shudders as he remembers the way Chung Myung always looks at you. It was the same look that his father would give to his mother.

As he mulled over the situation, he couldn't help but voice his thoughts aloud, "I could never imagine him being interested in old women…"

The chuckles from his mother and sister only deepened his intrigue. It was as if they shared a secret, one that they found immensely amusing.

"Hehehe…" his mother giggled softly, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Wuxie heard a chuckle from his side, it was from his mother. Who had an amusing look, she seemed to know something that he didn’t.

"Son, do you know what Master Chung Myung's real age is?" his mother asked, still wearing a mischievous grin.

Wuxie scratched his head, trying to make sense of the situation. "Well, he looks like he's in his twenties, maybe as old as Sister. Why?"

He heard his sister scoff at his words, “Oh please brother, if he really was the same age as me, I would have been gushing about him each time he visited.”

“But did you not admire him once?” With his mother’s comment, his sister blushed furiously.

“That was when I wasn't aware of his real age!” she defended herself, “and plus you can’t really blame me, with Master Chung Myung’s charming face, who wouldn’t have fallen for him?”

His sister had a point. The Mount Hua disciple really had such charms, but that still didn’t answer his question, “Mother, how old is he?”

His mother looked at him with a teasing look, “Do you know how old your Grandaunt is?”

Confused, he nods at his mother’s question, “Is she not 86 years old?”

“Yes, then minus it with 4.”

When he did what his mother said, his brain stopped for a moment. He looked at both his mother and sister. They both had an understanding look.

Wuxie's jaw dropped. He was certain he must have miscalculated, right? "He... He's 82?

His mother nodded with a knowing smile. "Yes, that's right. Master Chung Myung is actually 82 years old."

But he looks so young!

As if to read his mind, his sister laughed heartily. "Exactly! He's managed to maintain his youthful appearance, I heard it’s through a special cultivation technique."

Wuxie was still struggling to come to terms with this revelation. "So, he's only 4 years younger than Grandaunt? And he's been visiting her for all these years?"

His sister chuckled. "Seems like it. And from what I've heard, he's been visiting her for a very long time."

Wuxie couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. "That's... quite a dedication, isn't it? I thought he was just being respectful, but it's more like he's... well, courting her."

His sister joined in, "In his own unique way, yes."

As they watched Master Chung Myung approach Grandaunt in the garden, Wuxie couldn't help but smile. His perspective on the situation shifted. The mysterious disciple's visits, the flowers, and the trinkets—all took on a new meaning.

Wuxie thought of his Grandaunt and Master Chung Myung's unconventional love story, one that defied age, and had been silently unfolding under the blossoming trees for years.

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Meanwhile, Chung Myung leisurely walks towards your sitting figure near the fishpond. The years have been kind to you, it seems. Even as you age, you still have that beautiful smile, even after you left Mount Hua all those years.

“I see that you came to visit again, Myung-ah”

Your voice was still the same too, it never failed to allure him. He continued to walk towards you, standing next to you as you both gazed at the dancing fishes.

“How could I not? It would be very disrespectful of me to not visit you, Senior sister.”

A light laugh erupts from you, “And you can’t do the same with your elders and the rest of the disciples?” You weren’t looking at him, but you could feel his pouting face. This made you chuckle at your junior.

Chung Myung complained to you that he wasn’t being disrespectful to the elders. They just kept on stopping him from visiting you, and he didn’t like that. As for the young disciples? Those brats were the ones being disrespectful! Not him!

Chung Myung couldn't help but voice his frustrations to you. He leaned closer, his tone of exasperation. "Senior sister, you won't believe the audacity of those elders! They keep stopping me from visiting you as if paying my respects is some kind of crime! Even Elder Brother Chung Mun thinks it’s troublesome!"

You chuckled at his indignant expression. "Myung-ah, you do have a reputation for causing a bit of trouble from time to time."

He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Trouble? Me? Never! I'm just misunderstood."

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful protest. "And what about the younger disciples, Myung-ah? You called them disrespectful."

"As for them," he continued, his annoyance growing, "they have no respect for their seniors! They don't understand the significance of your presence, Senior sister. They see you as an outsider, someone who left Mount Hua, and they underestimate the wisdom you hold."

You appreciated his protective stance and his loyalty to both you and the traditions of Mount Hua. "You've always been fiercely protective, Myung-ah. But remember, they look up to you. They see you as a role model, even if they don't always show it."

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "If this is their way of showing admiration, I'd rather they just spar with me. At least that would be more straightforward!"

You reached out and patted his hand affectionately. "You're a complicated man, Myung-ah, but that's what makes you unique."

He sighed, his frustration melting away as he looked at you with fondness. "I suppose you're right, Senior sister. I just want to spend time with you without all these interruptions."

A gentle breeze rustled the cherry blossom trees around you, creating a fleeting moment of serenity. As Chung Myung relishes your gentle touch just like before.

"You truly never changed, Myung-ah," you remarked, your voice tinged with nostalgia.

He turned to look at you, his expression of longing. "You always have a way of calming my temper, Senior sister."

You smiled warmly at him, appreciating the bond that had endured despite the passage of time. "That's what my elder sisters are for, Myung-ah. To guide and advise their troublesome juniors."

You retreat your hand, Chung Myung wants to hold your hand a little longer. But he knew better than to do that.

His gazed fascinated at your aging figure, he couldn’t help but clench his fist. ‘If only I was there to help…. You could’ve stayed a little longer.’

When Chung Myung was still young, he overheard one of the previous Elders how his senior sister’s QI core was suddenly broken during your isolation. He ran to your room only to see your forlorn figure. His cheerful and gentle Senior sister was no longer who she was.

With each passing day, your body keeps getting weaker and weaker. He could always see you struggle to hold your sword as you train—even with how much the others have told you to not. But you were stubborn, you were so stubborn that when he saw you collapsed from the strain of your body. He panicked.

You isolated yourself from everyone and coped inside your room. But that didn’t stop Chung Myung though.

He had done everything he could to lift her spirits, to make her smile, but it had never been enough.

The image of you leaving the sect, and returning to your family, had been etched into his heart like a scar. It was a moment of profound loss, a feeling of abandonment that had haunted him for years.

‘If only….’

“Myung-ah?”

Chung Myung snaps from his train of thought. He gazed into your concerned eyes, he could feel the weight of those memories pressing on him.

He forced a smile, a facade to hide the turmoil of emotions that had gripped his heart as he got lost in the painful memories of your past. It was a time he had never truly moved on from, a time when he had watched helplessly as you, his beloved senior sister, had slowly withered away. "It's fine, Senior. I was just... lost."

He didn't want to dwell on the past, nor did he want to burden you with his melancholy thoughts. Instead, he decided to cherish the present, the moments he still had with you.

With a more genuine smile this time, he replied, "Thank you for being here, Senior. Your presence is a comfort to me."

You reached out and gently touched his face, offering a silent reassurance. He responds with him leaning towards your touch. He will truly treasure these moments with you.

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I got lazy after this, I wanted to add more but my mind became empty so >:)

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