Speech Skyrim

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The world's generation today is deeply-rooted in such manipulative, inherent, and mischievous behavior. Sometimes, we don't have the freedom, and liberty to say things that are against our rights. This book is not just an expression of liberation, but for the freedom of speech one can't say the least.

Xenia Alderidge was supposed to give the best speech of her life on graduation day. Instead, she gave orders—while zombies tore through the crowd. Now the world has ended. The city of Argenta has fallen. And somehow, Xenia has become the leader of a small group of survivors: a katana-wielding gym rat, a serious ex-soldier, and a crying baby with no diapers. There’s no signal, no safety, and no time to fall apart. But Xenia has something no one else does—a color-coded survival binder, a sharp mind, and a plan for everything. The zombies? They’re changing. Some are fast. Some can mimic voices. Some melt your skin with a single touch. Every region brings a new nightmare. To survive, Xenia must build a base, fight off bandits, and protect the people who now rely on her. Even when her own heart feels like it’s breaking. Even when she’s scared out of her mind. She wasn’t trained for war. She was trained for school. But the girl who always overachieved… is about to do it again. This time, she’s fighting monsters, betrayal, and her own grief... with nothing but guts, brains, and a planner full of hope.

Guard Your Five Senses is a heartfelt and biblically grounded guide that explores how our five senses—sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell—serve as powerful gateways to our hearts and souls. Each sense shapes how we perceive the world, influences our thoughts and actions, and ultimately affects our spiritual health. Through thoughtful reflection, scripture-based teaching, and practical applications, this book reveals the sinful pitfalls that can arise when our senses are misused—such as lustful gazing, deceitful hearing, careless speech, and more. But it also shines a light on the godly purposes for which these senses were created: to worship God, love others, and live in holiness. Starting with a deep dive into the sense of sight, the first section uncovers twenty ways eyes can either lead us into darkness or draw us closer to Christ, challenging readers to purify their vision and fix their gaze on heavenly things. With compassionate encouragement and spiritual wisdom, Guard Your Five Senses calls believers to an intentional life of guarding not only their eyes but all their senses—empowering them to walk daily in God’s light, truth, and grace.

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

#Action #Adventure #Romance #Actor #Speech and Motivation #Sci-Fi #Weak Strong and Stronger #Power #Fighting #Determination *Evolution #Technology #Invention and Innovation Main Actor: Kairos the Samurai Major Actors: Martine Pedro, Bella Zena, Jackson Nectar, Champlain I, Oscar Venas, Blaze Eddy

Aaron Thoss Varthias Is a young man whose had a lot of responsibility and weight on his shoulders since a young age. Since he learned to walk and talk he's been forced to go to every lesson and training course imaginable for a young noble heir. from being taught proper etiquette amd speech to learning how to weild all the civilized weapons. he was set up to become the next ruler of a citystate that was a part of a coalition of other citystates. but when a powerful empire attacks they're lands and tries to conquer them nothing goes as it should've. between assassinations and a heavy seige Aaron is forces to flee his home and hope to rally enough forces to save his homeland, family, and people.

"To maintain the diversified development of Great Britain, I believe that monopolistic behavior in certain industries should be thoroughly investigated. Monopolists, including the Devonshire family, need to make more room for full competition in the market!" In 2024, during the inaugural speech in Parliament, the new female prime minister's speech caused the entire venue to be silent. A month later, the female prime minister was impeached and resigned because she had shielded her subordinates. From birth to death, every British person is inseparable from the Devonshire family. And the legend of this family began to surpass the past from that day in 2002. That year, Arthur Cavendish succeeded to the dukedom.

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)

When mythology student Elias Morgan discovers a mysterious book in his university library, he is transported to Aetherion, a realm where all myths begin. There, he awakens as a primordial entity known as the Weaver of Echoes, destined to shape the birth of gods and legends. As he navigates the raw beginnings of Greek myth and encounters ancient forces like Nyx, Gaia, and Logos—the divine embodiment of language—Elias learns that speech itself creates reality. Armed with modern knowledge and the power of the First Word, he begins to write new myths into existence. But a dark force called Nulla, the unmaker of stories, threatens to silence creation forever. Elias must embrace his growing godhood or risk the unraveling of all myths before they begin.

Kean was born into the strongest village of the 7 Realms—but not as a warrior, not as a prodigy, not as anyone worth remembering. He had no father. His mother fell into a coma when he was just a toddler. Raised by silence and ignored by everyone, Kean grew up invisible. Weak. Forgotten. But inside him slept two things: a devil sealed deep in his soul… and an eye power the world had never seen before. As Kean begins his journey to be noticed, he unlocks layer after layer of a power hidden even from legends. He’s mocked for his strange fighting style, Aura Farming, but it soon becomes a symbol of fear. His fights aren't just physical—they’re emotional, psychological, and personal. Each battle shapes him. He starts to hear the devil within, forming a dangerous bond that both helps and haunts him. Just as he rises to lead the fight against a terrifying Voidborn threat that unites all 7 Realms, he suffers the ultimate loss—his mother dies in front of him. In that moment, Kean unlocks the 5th level of his eye—something no one believed could exist. A power so perfect, it doesn't harm the user. He becomes unstoppable. But after defeating the Voidborn, he learns the painful truth: the Council of Nine, the creators of his village and so-called protectors, were never on his side. They knew everything. His past, his curse, his father’s death. Betrayed and burning with fury, Kean hunts them down—one by one. Brutally. No mercy. No speeches. Just justice. And when the blood settles, Kean does not claim a throne. He creates a new council. A council that stands not on power or fear—but purpose. He names it after the only thing he ever came from. Nothing.

There is this cool high school. That everybody wants to get into but this year they are going to do things a bit differently. The school had decided that they are going to do a little experiment on the kids at the school. This may cause some kids to be traumatized more. Are the children ready to win or not? Will they just stand around and do nothing the whole time? Who will be chosen to partake in this little experiment? I don’t know myself but l guess this means we both are in for surprise readers. When Juno gets to the school he is confused as to why everyone is bowing to the teachers. Not knowing what to do he just copies what everyone else is doing. Eventually, his first teacher is done with counting everyone in the class, but instead of having them all sit down. The teacher has the whole class go to the gym. While waiting in the gym Juno makes some friends at least he thinks he did. After a bit, the famous scientist comes out from the curtain of the stage. The scientist does a huge speech and then people start to be chosen. Juno hopes that he won’t be picked because it sounded like too much work. People are not away lucky though. Juno wonders how he would do in this little experiment. -Game start- -Yes/No-

Tags: R-18 • H-Game • Soulslike • Dark Fantasy • Monster Girls • Sex Power System • OP Protagonist • Degenerate World • Boss Waifus • Smut • Harem •Yuri During Threesomes or more •Netori •No netorae or netorase • Level Up • Inspired by Elden Ring, Bloodborne, Skyrim. Malone Mercedes was just a programmer who was sleep-deprived, overworked, and drowning in bug reports. He helped build Eroge Souls, an R-18 soulslike H-game infamous for its brutal difficulty, corrupt world, and unapologetically lewd content. A game where players fought, died, and fucked their way through a realm governed by the Seven Sins. It was twisted, depraved, and a cult classic game among fans as it goes deeply into lore and immersion. And it exploded into a global phenomenon. However Malone did not live to enjoy its success. He collapsed at his desk mid-crunch, fingers still on the keyboard. As he died from overworked. But this was not the end for Malone. Because right after he died he soon find himself in familiar place. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But inside the very game he help build, as he was transmigrated into the body of Ren Hal Asauron, also known as the wonder. A legendary being blessed by the Free Throne. With the Demiurge long gone, the Seven Sins. Lust, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, and Pride have become twisted gods, flooding the land with depravity and chaos. The last of mankind suffer under their iron rule, as humans fight for the place in the Prime Lands. Kings die, and new one emerge, yet none has seen an era of peace. For mankind is locked in an eternal war with the Deamons. Each Sin holds one of the Seven Laws needed to become God. They are the key to becoming the new All Father. And rise into a divine position as the new Demiurge. And each Sin will do anything to keep Sauron from claiming them. Armed with the secret knowledge of a programmer, and the body of a living weapon of the Worlds Will. Ren must fight, fuck, and dominate his way through Daemon's, corrupted goddesses, broken realms, and seductive boss battles. Till he eventually clear the seven hells, and Dominate or kill the Seven Sins. Lucky for Ren, he is not in this world alone unarmed. The Wonder is Blessed with the power of Save and Load. All he must do to reach a good ending is level up and take advantage of the leveling system till he reach his end goal.

A hidden dragon lurked in the abyss, cultivating immortality for ten years. Today I descend the mountain—I, unmatched across all realms! Mortals mock my ragged robes, unaware a Celestial Sovereign descends upon them. Nobles scorn my archaic speech, ignorant that my word could doom entire lineages. With but one sword in hand, I rend the heavens apart! I descend only to declare to this world— The Divinity has returned!

Stephen Hawking, He was regularly asked for his thoughts on the “big questions” of the day by scientists, tech entrepreneurs, senior business figures, political leaders and the general public. Stephen maintained an enormous personal archive of his responses, which took the form of speeches, interviews and essays. Now, he's not here with us but somewhere in the form of tiny particles, he's travelling around in this universe or who knows maybe in any other alternate universe... He had lost some of his physical abilities due to any spinal issue ... But, in his mind, he was completely free, free to travel around anywhere, free to explore the existence itself ... In this book, I'm gonna share what I've studied, what I'm studying, what I've observed, what are the possibilities, what actually our life is ...these all things, about whom? About my favorite, "Mr. Hawking" and his theoretical physics concepts.

Reborn in a fantasy world with two brothers and a full set of parents Yeah, sounded decent until I realized my brothers were annoying, dramatic, and somehow even louder than me. Then my mother left me. Why? Because I looked too human. She took my elf-eared brothers and walked away. I got left behind with my poor human dad, in a crumbling farmhouse on the edge of nowhere. So here I am: a newborn, cold, cranky, and ready to fight the entire world. They can keep their glowing eyes and destiny speeches. i’ve got a skill system, a reputation to build, and receipts for everyone who ever doubted me. She wanted to throw me away? Big mistake. Huge.

After the Kingdom of Runalond united the world 500 years ago, its signature Rune Art became a part of citizens’ everyday lives. No matter one's identity or status, all children at the age of 16 are granted the right to study at a Rune Art Academy in order to secure a place in society. However, one region is an exception. Lostburg, inhabited by outcasts, scoundrels, and rejects, is a large town completely abandoned by any form of law and support from the kingdom. Though poor and uneducated, it remains a relatively comfortable place to live... if you know how. Nathan Modernson, a young boy born and raised in Lostburg, has never met his mother and lives a humble life alongside his rogue father. With his wits of speech and mindfulness of the environment, he believes nobody knew how to live freely and happily in Lostburg more than him. Just when Nathan thinks this is as far as his life goes, one ordinary day, his father suddenly asks him a simple yet peculiar question. Nathan’s seemingly careless response, changed him, and possibly the entire world, forever.

In a world where speech is outlawed, one voice could start a revolution. Or end everything. Kael was raised in silence—just another forgotten soul in the crumbling outskirts of the Vowenrealm. But when blood is spilled and secrets rise, Kael discovers he holds a forbidden power: the ability to command with a single word. A Whisperer. Now hunted by a ruthless theocracy and haunted by the cost of using his gift, Kael must decide what he's willing to lose in order to set the world free—if he doesn’t lose himself first. The Last Voice is a dark, character-driven fantasy about power, memory, and moral fracture. Fans of grim settings, quiet rebellions, and morally grey protagonists will find much to love—and fear—in this tale. New Chapters on Mondays @ 12:00PM PST and Thursdays @ 12:00 PST

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.

A young man named Nick sighed as he stare at the sky outside of the window with a lazy face. “Hah… reality is often disappointing, if only I live in those stories at least life will be much simpler…” He said slightly upset. As he closed his eyes to relax, he hope that when he open his eyes something will happen. -Ding! A familiar sound he always read about in novels appeared out of nowhere. [Superior System has been integrated into the host soul] [For you whom destined for supremacy, I have been bestowed upon thee as a loyal companion and assistant to reach the peak of existence!] After he heard the system speech of nonsense, he opened his eyes and is greeted by a flat transparent screen with words on it. A huge grin appeared on his face as he know what that thing is. It was a system. “This will be very interesting~” The young man chuckled as he continued to stare at the sky with a grin on his face. ***

Amid a joyous Christmas celebration, friends Jayson and Nikolai along with their workmates, find themselves in the middle of a storm. Jayson woke up inside his friend's video game, which he soon found out was with him in a cell next to his. They were rescued by Malik, and joined the Imperial Legion, reuniting them with familiar faces, their co-workers and boss: Francis, Nica, and Oscar. Together, they find out that they shared the same last memory, and discover they've been transported to Skyrim in different times. Under the guidance of Oscar and Francis, Jayson and Nikolai venture on exhilarating adventures led by Malik. The Civil War looms, testing Malik's loyalty when Olly, a friend of Malik, and a Dragonborn, enters the scene. A tragic confrontation ensues, resulting in Malik and Oscar's demise and Olly's sudden departure after succeeding in eliminating General Tullius. In the cold landscape of Winterhold. Porcia sends Glenn, Maricar, and Erica on a quest to Pyeath Shadowthorn, unveiling Olly's emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, the mischievous Sheogorath weaves chaos for his amusement. A new vampire lord emerges, thanks to Sheogorath. Sheogorath unites Miraak and the vampire lord. The group of Jayson, Pyeath, and Olly himself embarks on a quest to unravel the truth, guided by the Elder Scroll of Ethereal Harmony. At the iconic 7,000 steps, tensions escalate between Olly and the groups of Pyeath and Jayson. Sheogorath soon reveals his orchestrations, warning of an imminent uprising by Miraak and the new Vampire Lord. In response, the "Frost Fall Alliance" is born, uniting the group against the looming war in Skyrim. They face challenges, mysteries, and internal conflicts, striving to maintain harmony amidst the chaos.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

Because of Her Upbringing and Values: She may have been raised in an environment where respect, kindness, and gentle speech were important. It shows she was taught to treat others with dignity. 2. From the Softness of Her Heart: A girl who speaks beautifully often carries empathy, love, and deep understanding within. She doesn’t want to hurt others, so her words are always soft and thoughtful. 3. Because of Self-Control and Confidence: She doesn't react with sudden anger. Instead, she speaks calmly and with control, expressing herself clearly without being harsh. 4. As a Sign of Grace and Elegance: Speaking beautifully isn’t just about saying nice things—it’s about knowing what to say, when to say it, and how. It reflects her inner refinement.

[Mature Content] Living his whole life in regret and self-loathing, Hirvan took his last breath thinking he had paid his debts by sacrificing his life for his two sons. However, opening his eyes again, he found himself in a young boy’s body. Can he live for himself this time? ******* First day at university: Other students: Ahhhhhh, it's senior Angel! Thank you, God, for letting us attend the same uni as our male god! Hirvan: Oh, My cute little Yuze. Others: ???? During the orientation: Student 1: What’s with our luck? My husband is going to give us a speech! Studant2: Ren MengSheng, my Idol! I can die in peace! Hirvan: Oh, Son, don’t be nervous. Daddy is here! Others: WTF! In a business seminar at the university: Student 1: That's the legend of the business world! Elian Ashford! Student 2: He is the wealthiest man of the year! Student 3: The most wanted bachelor for the past ten years! Hirvan: Tsk, the cheap father of mine. Others: Whaaaattt???

Mo Zhu's mother remarried after her father went missing, and she had lived in the countryside with her elderly grandmother ever since. The girl who had no parents wanted to protect herself. Therefore, to avoid getting bullied, she had turned wild since she was a child—she played truant, fought, and drank. There was nothing she did not know how to do. She was a problematic student in the eyes of her teachers, a big sister in the eyes of her classmates, and a hooligan in the eyes of her acquaintances. When she was eighteen, her birth mother retrieved her to live at her stepfather's house. Everyone in the village claimed that she was going to live a happy life in the city, that her mother had not forgotten that she had a daughter here. "Mo Zhu, the Huo family is one of the most powerful families in the country. It's your good fortune to replace your younger sister in marrying into the Huo family. You have to cherish this opportunity," explained her mother patiently as she held Mo Zhu's hand. Mo Zhu's eyes were filled with sorrow. At that instant, she knew why her mother thought of her. Inviting her over to the city to enjoy life was simply a figment of her imagination—she was simply an exploitable piece of trash that her mother could sacrifice. The Eldest Young Master of the Huo family fell severely ill recently. He did not just develop a twisted personality, but also became violent and cruel. His face had been completely ruined and he had only two years left to live. Mo Zhu's younger sister was supposed to be Eldest Young Master Huo's fiancée, but the ruined young master was no longer a suitable match. Fearing the Huo family's influences, her mother did not dare to cancel the marriage, thus she sent Mo Zhu under the bus to protect her younger sister. However, was Mo Zhu truly just a useless simpleton who knew how to smoke, drink, and fight? No! That was simply a disguise she used for self-defense since she was a girl without parents. After marrying into the Huo family, she stopped smoking, drinking, and fighting. She became the best daughter-in-law a mother-in-law could ever have; the best wife a husband could ever have. What never occurred to anyone was she no longer flunked in her studies. In fact, she transformed into a straight-A student. Half a year later, she enrolled in the best university in the country and majored in specialized medicine. Determined to become an excellent doctor, she cured her husband's illness completely in merely two years. That handsome and suave Eldest Young Master Huo returned. After Huo Xuan's recovery, he allocated a huge budget and held the biggest wedding of the century for Mo Zhu. During the grand wedding ceremony, Huo Xuan announced during his speech, "In this lifetime, there are two people I'm most grateful for other than my parents. One of them is my mother-in-law. Thank you for despising me after I fell ill and forcing my wife to marry me in her younger sister's stead. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met the most important person in my life! The second person must be my wife! She never despised me when I was at my lowest. Instead, she takes good care of me. She's an angel sent by God, and she has saved me with her forgiveness and kindness, granting me a second chance at life."

Somehow, I don't know how for sure, though, I've been sent to the world of my favorite game, Skyrim. The longer I'm here, the more I notice that this world is real. Not simply realistic, but real. Everything I do has an effect on the world, either good or bad, especially in the case with the storylines. I love Skyrim, but I'm not going to be able to survive here, right? How do I get out? Getting out isn't even the beginning of my problems. The longer I stay here, the more I realize – things are different, and not necessarily for the better. -------------- As embarrassing as this is, this is a Skyrim fanfic. It's probably permanently in progress, as I'm mainly just using it as a drawing board to practice writing storylines for games. Writing it out is just a fun way I've got for going about it. I've also written this in a style so that people who haven't played any of the Elder Scrolls series of games can read it as well. I warn you, though, there's a *lot* of words. Side note: I've also got this story on other sites/apps, in case you want to read it there. -------------- This is also a challenge to That Guy Right There. This is a combination of how I would write the fanfic you made, along with the fact that I got tired of waiting for the author, That Guy Right There, to finish his story, "Living Skyrim." It's pretty good, y'all should check it out. However, Guy's mc is an asshole, so I warn you now. The puns he makes are also kinda bad. So I challenge you, Guy. I'm gonna write my version of how it'd go, and you finish yours (unless you died.) This is a direct copy from my work on my other accounts on various reading/writing apps. Check that one out, too. It doesn't matter to me which you support, cuz I'm not monetized by any. I'm just the writer, man.

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.

My name is Esteria, and I was born in a world of swords and sorcery — a quiet, forgotten village cradled between the Whispering Mountains - Silvermist. We lived simple lives, warmed by hearth and tradition. But peace never lasts in stories like mine. They came at dawn — cloaked in fire and shadow — and by dusk, my home was nothing but ash. I watched them slaughter everyone I loved. I should have died too… but something in me refused. As the flames devoured all, I awakened to a gift I can copy talents, the essence of skill itself — swordsmanship, magic, logic, speech, survival — anything another being has mastered, I can learn by witnessing and understanding it. That night, amidst ruin, I took my first skill from a dying hunter — his instincts, his eyes. Since then, I’ve taken many more. But the world wasn’t enough. A rift opened — whether by fate, magic, or something older — and I stepped through into the Multiverse: a boundless web of realities, each with its own truths and rules. Sci-fi megacities of neon and AI. Post-apocalyptic wastelands where memory is currency. Mythic realms where gods walk among mortals. And in each world, I find a problem — a wound in reality, a puzzle to solve — and I become the solution.