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Eloi In The Time Machine

I am In The World Of Magic With Nano-Machine

In a future where medical science has achieved remarkable breakthroughs, curing diseases that once ravaged humanity, a 45-year-old man named Arrol finds himself in a harrowing predicament. Despite the advancements around him, he suffers from a mysterious affliction that has aged his body prematurely, leaving him resembling an 80-year-old man. Trapped in a deteriorating body, Arrol believes he is slipping away, a mere shadow of his former self, with one foot already in the grave. His life takes a dramatic turn when he is approached by Dr. Albert Kesford, a brilliant but unconventional scientist at the forefront of groundbreaking research. He invites him to participate in a revolutionary experiment designed to unlock the secrets of human rejuvenation. Desperate for a cure and drawn by the potential of a new lease on life, Arrol reluctantly agrees, hoping to reclaim his vitality. However, during the experiment, everything goes awry. A series of unforeseen complications lead to a catastrophic explosion in the laboratory, engulfing Arrol in a blinding light. When he regains consciousness, he discovers he has been transported to an entirely different world—a vibrant realm of magic and supernatural beings, far removed from the sterile confines of his previous life. To his astonishment, Arrol finds himself in the body of a 15-year-old boy named Deese. As he navigates this new existence, he grapples with the excitement and confusion of youth, while also carrying the weight of his former life’s experiences. Not only does he have a second chance in life, but he soon discovers that his new body is enhanced with advanced nanomachines. These microscopic marvels harbor incredible abilities, granting him powers beyond what he ever imagined possible. [Nano Machine is fully activated, and all the functions are available to be used] In this enchanting world, filled with mystical creatures, ancient secrets, and a complex web of politics and power struggles, Albert—now Deese—must learn to adapt. He discovers that the nanomachines within him not only enhance his physical abilities but also enable him to tap into the magical energies that saturate this realm. As he embarks on thrilling adventures, he soon realizes a dark secret known only to the hidden powers of the world. ---------------------------------------- What to Expect: • [Reincarnation, but the MC retains all memories of his past] • [Slice of Life, Magic Technology, Crafting, Strong, Kingdom Building eventually] • [Romance? Hard to say] -------------------------------- I'm just writing this story as fun when I get the time. I enjoy writing and I hope you will enjoy the story. I will be posting this story on Royal-Road and Scribble-Hub too. https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1437914/i-am-in-the-world-of-magic-with-nanomachine/ https://www.royalroad.com/profile/543838/fictions
CraftsManofStory · 1.3K 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 · 704.5K Views

The First Time Daddy

Max never imagined his life would turn out like this: a single father raising a lively two-year-old while working at a quiet bookstore. Far from the successful man his wealthy parents hoped he'd become, Max is still finding his footing after years of setbacks in school, work, and love. Despite the odds, he's determined to provide the best life he can for his son, Kota, even as the chaos of fatherhood often leaves him questioning everything. Kota, a mischievous toddler with a knack for getting into trouble, brings constant laughter and challenges to Max's life. Their bond is at the heart of the story, as Max navigates parenting while learning to accept and cherish the unexpected joys of fatherhood. At work, Max is surrounded by a cast of unique characters, including his supportive yet occasionally intimidating manager, Noriko. Their professional relationship begins to blossom into something deeper, adding warmth and quiet moments of hope to Max's hectic days. Meanwhile, his best friend Kenji brings both humor and mystery, adding another layer of complexity to Max's journey. Amid the humor, heartache, and self-discovery, Max's story is one of resilience, love, and personal growth. He must learn to face his insecurities, confront his past, and embrace the messy, beautiful life he's building for himself and Kota. Through laughter, tears, and unforgettable moments, this is a tale of finding strength in unexpected places and love in the simplest, most profound connections.
FLOOEYE · 3.7K Views

Reincarnated Supreme Arcane Emperor's Machinations

“Eat shit!” Those were the last two words I shouted before creating the largest supernova and targeting the unknown enemies that called themselves The Order. Everyone was affected, me included. In the end, I, Emperor Vance, died using my own hands. I thought this was it. The Darkness that enveloped me is known as death. That changed when my gaze fell on the pulsating light that joined my presence in the expanse of darkness. It was Arcane; the accumulation of my learnings, the system of magic I built, and the sole owner of the mysterious power was with me in death. ‘Arcane’ enveloped itself to me, becoming the sole radiating light in the dark world. “How long has it been?” However, that single memory I had remaining in this ‘world’ seems to be becoming the only recollection I have left. I’ve become lost in time, drowning myself in the darkness. The only thought that crossed my mind was enduring yet another day in the same situation. Whoosh—! Not until it looked like I was being sucked outside of this nothingness. ‘What the fuck!’ For some strange reason, I felt tears fall down my cheeks, and I had no control over them. “Uwah!” In the first place, why am I crying? ‘And how is it possible to feel someone carrying my back?’ Amidst a series of strange occurrences, four simple words instantly made me realize exactly what was happening. “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” I’ve been reincarnated back into my own world.
Ordki_Hozei · 7.9K Views
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