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FOREWORD

Adventures—what a fascinating word, isn’t it? It refuses to be confined by the boundaries of mankind.

What was once a mere curiosity became mankind’s mission.From the barren lands of Sahara to the dense forests of Amazon, from the Pacific Ring of Fire to the chilling lands of Antarctic, from the unwandered lands to uncharted seas, We conquered it all. There remains, nothing adventurable except those of this Simple Man.

What's so adventurous about this Simple Man? Well, everything! For I am not a typical adventurer, I am the chief editor of a generic English newspaper. You see I would not have became an adventurer to begin with, if my dear sister (whom I will now refer as demonly creature) had not suggested that I must do something about my handwriting, but how can I? I am a doctor by degree. That doesn't have anything to do with my adventure, I just like to show off.

Anyways, skipping the reasons and questions, I present to you my perplexing and intriguing view, which may elude your understanding but will surely amuse you by silliest twists and turns.

So, without further ado, I welcome you to—The adventures of a simple man. 

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