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The Sleeping Dictionary

The Crown Of The Elite

In a world where education shapes not only intellect but the future of society, the Neo-Soviet Federation, has established the Leadership Ascendancy Program (LAP) to cultivate the next generation of leaders who will run the country. The program selects the most promising high school student leaders from across the federation. These individuals are trained, tested, and pitted against each other to earn The title of "Sovereign Leader", the head of the SLP, who will not only oversee the future direction of the program but will also be groomed for a potential role as the future President of the country. Only one student can become the Sovereign leader, while others may claim supporting roles such as Deputy Sovereign leader,CEO or CEF while competing for Sovereign leader persons will be permanently eliminated—both from the program and their prospects for future leadership. Each year, the best student leaders from the country's most prestigious schools are chosen to compete, and only one will stand at the top. The twist? The competition is not simply about grades. It's about proving who can manipulate, dominate, and outmaneuver their peers in a world of political games, strategic battles, and social manipulation. The winner becomes the Sovereign Leader, the last person standing from their school, and has a chance to be given the ultimate political power of running the country. The program's purpose is twofold: to nurture an unbreakable ego capable of leading millions and to expose and exploit weaknesses that would make someone unfit for power.
Parago_n · 2.3K Views

The Choice of The Universe

The most powerful and advanced race in the Chaos universe has sent its state-of-the-art research ship into space to search for inhabited planets and, if necessary, colonize them. Years later, on their way back home, their sensors caught a strange energy fluctuation coming from the black hole they passed near. Therefore, they changed direction and got as close to the black hole as possible. At that moment, the lightning energy suddenly released from the black hole hit the research ship. The ship, whose all systems suddenly shut down, lost its balance and was pulled into the black hole. After a while, the ship started working again, but it was too late. They could not escape from the black hole due to their insufficient energy, but sensors discovered that there was a wormhole inside the black hole. The ship heading to that point passed through the wormhole at the last moment and reached a very small universe. When they began to examine the new universe closely, they were immediately spotted by the local races and a war broke out between them. They lost the war because their advanced weapons were useless in this universe. And the new owner of the ship became the clan of the Immortal Ahzab. About 20 years later, all the clans who wanted to take over the ship united and declared war on Ahzab's clan. Ahzab's clan managed to escape from this green world by ship, but suffered many casualties. When they left the black hole with the ship and reached the universe of chaos, there was no trace of those following them. However, the condition of the ship was not very good. They set out for the nearest habitable planet. The ship quickly entered the atmosphere after many problems and sank after hitting the ground . Time passed quickly and years later, a new student joined the clan of the immortal Ahzab.
CalmWindofTheNorth · 26.7K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 699.8K Views

The Kiss of The Moon

Luna é uma doce jovem marcada pela dor. Amparada por um parente após a morte de seus pais, quando tudo dá errado a jovem tem sua liberdade roubada e se vê encurralada em um caminho sem volta. Quando Michael Preston, sexto Duque de Blanchard, retorna à cidade após longos anos, não imaginava que poderia se apaixonar instantaneamente pela jovem mais intrigante da região. A proximidade entre os dois desperta em ambos um sentimento arrebatador capaz de enfrentar qualquer obstáculo. Mas Luna guarda um segredo, algo doloroso que pode colocar em risco não apenas o amor de Michael, como também a sua própria felicidade. – Você fala sobre amor, mas não faz ideia de que duas pessoas podem unir-se por simples e puro desejo. Para muitas pessoas, é o suficiente, afinal nem todos encontram o amor. Não na sociedade em que vivemos. – Não acredito – ela afirmou, tentando afastar-se daquele homem. – Gostaria de saber, senhorita, como o desejo pode influenciar o julgamento de uma pessoa? Ela rezava para que ele não percebesse o quanto estava desestruturada. Ele penetrara sua barreira através de palavras e ela nem percebera. Não teve chances. – O senhor está sendo inconveniente. – Luna apertou os lábios. Não sabia como reagir àquela situação. Mais um pouco e estaria perdida, precisava sair logo daquele jogo de palavras o qual ela não sabia jogar. – Talvez devêssemos voltar para o baile, vossa graça – continuou, então ofereceu a mão a ele para que voltassem, mas sua fuga foi totalmente frustrada quando, ao aceitar sua mão, Michael acabara trazendo-a bruscamente para ele. – Sinto muito – ele respondeu. – Mas eu odeio bailes. – E, dizendo isso, Michael levou a mão à nuca dela, selando seus lábios com um beijo inesperado.
yui_n · 358 Views
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