Dimensional Library Of Taboo Techniques!

A/N: Jonathan Rieker, I apologize for the last chapter's inconveniences. It has already been fixed.

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"Please, sir, is there any way I can be of help?"

A little boy, around the age of ten, asked a man. He was walking with two sticks because he was crippled, but he was still able to keep up with the man's pace.

"No, kid, go away. I have nothing."

"I can do any work you ask me, sir. Please, is there—"

"I said go away, kid! Or do you prefer to lick my balls?"

The man yelled because it pissed him off. There were a lot of people in the market, but the kid decided to pester him instead.

The hungry boy frowned and left the man alone, but as he turned left, he saw a dog eating bread.

Inside the ruined, abandoned home far from town, the house looked as if nobody had lived in it for decades. There were holes in the roof, and any moment now the wood could give in.

A little girl was inside, shivering in the corner—the only spot that wasn't affected by last night's rain.

She was pretty, but her ragged, torn clothes and dirty self made her look the opposite.

Soon she heard footsteps, and the crippled boy walked in. He called out her name a few times, but the girl couldn't respond because she was shivering.

However, he spotted her quickly; after all, that was the only good part of the house.

"Here, I brought food," he said, bringing out the bread he wrapped around his dirty clothes. His hand was bitten.

"Your hand is hurt."

"Nah, it's nothing. A dog was just trying to steal it away from me." The boy cut off the part the dog had eaten earlier and gave the rest of the bread to her. "Come on, Li Lu, have it now."

After hesitating, and as her stomach growled, she took the bread and began eating. The crippled boy wasn't far from a leaking spot, so he just stretched his small hands together, and the little water that collected in them was carefully given to Li Lu to drink.

"Don't worry, Li Lu. When I become the emperor, we will eat good food every day," the boy said, smiling. He didn't know the chances of him being the emperor were little to none.

"Okay," she replied weakly.

"Xuan, are you in here?"

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call his name outside. Xuan didn't expect to hear his father's voice.

"Dad?"

His father was lying on the ground, all bruised up as if a thousand people had taken turns punching his face. Behind him was a cauldron.

And that cauldron started spinning the moment Li Lu came outside. Xuan's father saw there was a chance he could be saved after all.

The little boy had no idea what was going on, but Li Lu was turned into a black mist, settling inside the cauldron, and that was when his father suddenly had the strength of a million armies.

"Yessss!!!" he roared.

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"I apologize, but that order is overwritten by my programming."

The feminine voice was heard behind Xuan. When he turned around, he couldn't believe who it was.

The beautiful voice he heard—Xuan stumbled backward. It was his dad. The voice had been faking the entire time.

"What? You're... you're the system?" Xuan asked, trying very hard not to overreact.

"No, but I was once a keeper of the library. No, I created this place."

Xuan didn't need to hear any of his father's bullshit and attempted a breaking jaw strike, but his fist only went through, along with his body.

"I know you're upset about what I did, but I had no choice. You would have been the one to die if she hadn't come out."

"Fool," Xuan said. "You think I still think about the girl you killed? Even after that, you left me."

"There is no time for this, Xuan. The ones must not know you exist."

"Tsk. All of a sudden you care?"

"I don't. I am only concerned about the library. If they find you, a lifetime of knowledge will be destroyed."

Xuan kept quiet. His father was supposed to be dead—or at least that's the story his mom carved out.

It was the same cauldron, which meant either the demon was Xuan's father or he liked Xuan's father.

Obviously, his father wasn't entirely dead. "I don't need your help," Xuan said. He turned around and walked through him again.

"You think I'm trying to help you? I will not sit around and let an idiot boy ruin everything."

"Then keep your shitty library and let me out," Xuan chuckled. "I'm gonna find you after all this is over, and I'll drive this dagger through your heart."

They stared at each other like lifelong enemies, anticipating what could possibly be going through their thoughts.

So the library was quiet for a few minutes.

"System, let the boy go. You should have remained a cripple, Xuan," that was all his father said before he disappeared.

"And you should have remained dead, Father."

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Splash

Although splashed by water, the chained man still remained calm. He was locked up in a cryo chamber, a well so cold it could freeze the heart of a human within minutes.

On top were the ones looking at him, pouring him a round of very cold water to keep the freezing going.

The cell was created for that purpose, in the form of a well, and the chained man was just hanging in the middle, bound by both hands and legs, stretched painfully.

A prison created in the middle of the northern side specifically for this guy. The place was surrounded by snowstorms, and this was the only building within ten thousand miles.

"What exactly did he do again?" one of the guards asked, looking down at the prisoner. "He doesn't look so dangerous."

"Eerrr? Dude, that prisoner is 707—the world's most dangerous man. Even after capturing him, they still couldn't kill him."

"Who couldn't?"

The one who asked the question closed the well because the wind was getting tougher, and they needed to go inside.

"So what were you saying? Who couldn't?"

"What? Man, you seriously kidding me right now? You never heard of the man who destroyed the Heaven's Library, slept with the Divine Emperor's wives and children, refined a whole city just so he could gain immortality? That's why they couldn't kill him."

"Wait, you mean that guy is among the Seven Taboo Gods?"

"Yes, and I'm saying he's the leader. If 707 was to escape—" the man sighed. "You know what, let's not talk about this at the moment."

Prisoner 707 inhaled. The nickname was given to him because he was the first human to ever live that long.

Heaven Combustion Stage wasn't the last for the likes of him—Prisoner 707 had attained Mystic Body Stage Three.

A stage that only gods believed their bodies could withstand, but 707 proved them wrong.

It was after they found out he used taboo techniques, which greatly boosted his cultivation, that they hid all their techniques away from humans.

That day he was cast down to earth to die. If it wasn't for Li Lu's soul he had refined, he would have died.

Even after that, he returned back to Heaven, demanding the library, but it was already sealed away. 707 was pissed off—there was a lot he learned about the gods.

They wouldn't share this knowledge with mere humans and wanted to keep the powers for themselves.

So he stole the library in one move, by concealing it in a single object—a cube.

Something that powerful wasn't going to be left lying around, and since he couldn't return back to his world, he sent the cube there.

Only his bloodline could unlock the Dimensional Library. It was never Uncle Han that Zhao Lan's modern husband was making deals with.

It was Prisoner 707, which was why Uncle Han never bothered asking about the cube—because he knew nothing of its existence.

Prisoner 707 breathed out steam. The reason he hadn't died from the cold for decades was because his heart was created by flames.

He breathed out steam again, and anytime he felt the cold reaching its peak—

"Ghraaaaaa!!!" he roared. His hair grew temporarily long as flames burst out of his mouth. That was how he stayed warm over the years.

In most cases, he was called the Dragon of Destruction.

"You know, something feels off. I mean, what if he's waiting for a particular time to leave this place?"

"Tsk, that's nonsense. This well was designed to generate absolute zero temperature," the man breathed out cold while rubbing his hands together.

"I mean, you're putting on seven jackets, same as me, and we still feel this cold," he said.

However, the guard who kept doubting everything stood up. Inside the room where they sat, there was a door with a view.

And when he looked, the whole place was covered in flames.