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Erlenmeyer Flask Diagram

"The Prehistoric Survival Manual: Written by an Engineer"

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would
zaemeowlikebeef · 353 Views

The Vampire's Luna

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?
JoyceOrtsen · 151.7K Views

7 DEADLY SIN ARTIFACTS

Light was just a name. Ordinary. Forgettable. A fading ember in a world that never noticed him. On the brink of his final high school exams, Light was already slipping through the cracks of life. No matter how hard he tried, knowledge never stayed. Every morning, it was as if his mind locked itself away, mocking him with blank pages where answers should be. He wasn’t dumb. He wasn’t lazy. He just didn’t know why everything kept falling apart. He failed. Again. What followed was a slow descent into silence. Once praised for his calm presence and sharp common sense, Light became a quiet shadow of his former self—avoided, pitied, or worse, forgotten. Failure clung to him like a curse. His dreams, his efforts, his love—everything turned to dust. Until one night, walking alone under a starless sky, he met them—seven strangers cloaked in mystery, power, and temptation. They weren’t human. Not anymore. They called themselves the Original Sins—Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. And they offered him a choice. One gift. One sin. A legacy no mortal had ever survived unchanged. But Light did something no one expected. He chose them all. Through a forgotten divine loophole known only as the Karma Point, Light becomes the first and only being in existence to wield the power of all Seven Deadly Sin Artifacts. A golden wallet that births endless wealth. A watch that freezes time. Spectacles that see into hearts and minds. A ring that unlocks infinite intellect. A flask that erases hunger, weakness, and disease. A gun that kills without fail—and steals time itself. A locket that commands love and desire. One by one, each artifact bends the world to his will. But power has a price. As Light rises, the world begins to shift. Factions take notice. Secret organizations stir. Ancient forces awaken. And the sins within the artifacts begin to whisper. Will Light remain who he once was—or become something far more terrifying than any demon? In a story where failure births destiny and sin becomes salvation, follow the journey of a forgotten boy destined to become the most feared, desired, and unstoppable being in the world. Because Light isn’t just surviving anymore. He’s rewriting the rules of reality.
Shubhanshu_Lakra · 1.4K Views

The Ghost of Portugal

its the year 2014 14 Year old João Félix is a prodigious young talent playing in FC Porto's youth academy. Though physically undersized, he demonstrates exceptional spatial intelligence, technique, and tactical awareness. His teammates call him “O Mago” (The Magician) for the way he creates opportunities from impossible angles. His family is supportive but modest—his father a teacher, his brother Hugo a fellow academy player. But João’s rise halts abruptly when he is cut from the FC Porto youth system, with the reason cited as “developmental concerns” (a euphemism for being too small and not physically developed enough). The decision devastates him. Suddenly, the player everyone was talking about disappears from the football world. Teammates stop replying to his messages. His name fades from league records. No clubs call. João becomes invisible. He returns to Viseu, haunted by shame and self-doubt. He refuses to train. Watches old match footage in silence. The once-prodigy now battles depression and isolation. Then, during a solo jog, João notices a man watching him from afar. This man, Tiago, introduces himself as a former analyst from Porto. He presents João with a notebook—filled with diagrams and data focused solely on João’s off-the-ball movements. Tiago offers him something no one else has: belief and a new system of training. He calls it “Jogo Sem Bola”—the game without the ball. João accepts. He will train in secret. No spotlight. No club. No recognition. Just the work.
GOAT7 · 15.9K Views

Golden Enclosed

Shi ZhenXian slid his boot across the mud and nearly fell off the mountain. What an idiot! He thought to himself, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in such difficulty during a fight. The night before the Taoist cultivator could not resist the temptation to drink the liquor that he had longed to taste; so, as soon as the first sip slipped into his throat, all sense of responsibility vanished just as quickly. The Taoist blinked twice, looked at the empty flask in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. That joy was as immense as it was fleeting. He didn't even have time to think that he fell backwards on the wooden floor with a thud. "Ahahah ...", a light laugh escaped from his lips "What the fuck have I done". His vows required him to abstain from worldly pleasures, which included wine. - At the end, Shi ZhenXian imprisoned the man he was fighting with. He went to see him to try spilling something out of him, and in the moment the man saw Shi ZhenXian, his eyes widened and his face twisted into a grimace of shock and fear. He opened his mouth and it seemed clear to everyone what he was about to do. He was about to bite his tongue off! Shi ZhenXian's he ran towards the prisoner and blocked his jaw with his hand, placing the hollow between his fingers and thumb between the man's teeth. They sank into Shi ZhenXian's hand, who did not bat an eye, but remained still, restraining him by the head. “Not so fast.”
Silver_light_s · 12.7K Views

Bell Abyss: The Corpse Falls Chronicle

Title: Abyssal Chimes Genre: Cosmic Folk Horror / Time-Bending Thriller *Synopsis:* In the fog-shrouded valley of Corpse Falls Town, where pagoda trees bleed and construction sites exhale the breath of the dead, antiques dealer Lin Moyu becomes entangled in a temporal curse older than the Ming Dynasty. When a smuggled Bronze Bell covered in corpse wax appears in his shop, its cursed chimes fracture reality, revealing three overlapping timelines: a 15th-century massacre of shaman priests, a modern archaeological expedition’s disappearance, and Lin’s own complicity in a catastrophic urban development project three years prior. As the Bell’s vibrations summon corpse soldiers from limestone caves and warp digital devices into occult artifacts, Lin discovers every victim’s skull sprouts bronze roots connecting to an underground Bone Pagoda. The town’s "residents" are revealed as echoic phantoms—their deaths endlessly reenacted through cursed objects: QR codes that rewrite memories, livestreams broadcast from decaying eyeballs, and concrete mixed with ground funerary coins. Key horrors unfold through fractal revelations: - The Bell’s Sanskrit inscriptions are quantum codes predicting Lin’s own autopsy report - Construction blueprints from 2021 contain hidden blood sacrifice diagrams - Missing archaeologists are found fused with Ming dynasty burial silks, their smartphones playing war drums from 1423 The cosmic truth emerges through temporal bleeding: Corpse Falls Town exists in a "wound" between timelines, sustained by an ouroboros of guilt. Every character is simultaneously victim and perpetrator across centuries—Lin’s father designed the dam that awakened ancient curses, while Lin himself becomes the Ming general who first ordered mass executions to silence the shamans. *Themes:* - Guilt as a self-replicating cosmic force - Technology as modern necromancy (5G towers as spirit poles, cloud storage as soul jars) - Archaeological colonialism’s cyclical violence *Closing Paradox:* In the fractal finale, Lin must let the Bell annihilate all timelines—including his own birth—to break the curse. Yet the final page reveals this manuscript itself is a cursed object, its words rearranging to implicate whoever reads it in the next cycle of atrocities. *Comp Titles:* - *Annihilation* meets *The Ring* in Guillermo del Toro’s *Pan’s Labyrinth* - *Dark (Netflix)* collides with Junji Ito’s *Uzumaki* - *The Southern Reach Trilogy* rewritten as Ming dynasty occult procedural Hook: Every technological artifact you use—from subway QR codes to wireless earbuds—becomes a gateway to ancestral horror in this narrative ouroboros where reading the book implicates you in its curse.
shancha03 · 1K Views

A Spark in the Shadows

In the sprawling, magical metropolis of Lumina City, Silas Calder lives a double life: by day, he’s a bartender at *The Alchemical Flask*, a speakeasy that caters to both humans and magical beings. By night, he secretly experiments with forbidden enchantments, yearning for a purpose beyond his mundane existence. When Kael—a mysterious and brooding shadowbinder with a dangerous past—walks into the bar, Silas’s life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn together by an undeniable connection, Silas and Kael discover they share a rare soulbond, a magical link that intertwines their fates. But their bond makes them targets in a city teetering on the edge of chaos. The Sentinels, an elite force tasked with policing magic, relentlessly hunt Kael for his shadowbinding abilities, while Silas struggles to harness the volatile magic within himself. As their feelings deepen, so does the danger. When the Sentinels raid *The Alchemical Flask*, Silas risks everything to save Kael, setting them on a path of rebellion against the oppressive forces controlling Lumina City. Together, they uncover the dark secrets of the Sentinels and the true nature of their soulbond, which may hold the key to saving not only themselves but countless others persecuted for their magic. In a city where shadows hold secrets and sparks ignite revolutions, Silas and Kael must confront their fears, embrace their powers, and decide how far they’re willing to go for love, freedom, and each other.
Rafaelr666 · 1.7K Views

The Fantastical Greek Odyssey of Dionysus

In the distant land of ancient Greece, while Zeus was busy flirting with every goddess in sight and Poseidon was throwing wild underwater raves, our time-traveler Linley somehow ended up being mistaken for the apostle of Dionysus. This wasn’t just any journey, but a divine misadventure—uh, I mean, a godly quest! Think being a god is all glory and no grind? Think again! Linley, spends his days brewing wine, teaching others to brew wine, and dodging Roman soldiers who think he’s their personal bartender. But fear not! Our hero’s got a magic flask. One swig of his potent brew, and enemies are instantly transformed into drunken kittens. Even the fiercest gladiator will be serenading you with "I Will Survive." In this world where myths and reality tango, Linley’s got his hands full not just battling the Holiness-worshipping “Saints” but also moonlighting in slave liberation and building a revolutionary base. Sometimes, he even finds time to philosophize with the centaur Chiron or discuss underwater beauty secrets with mermaid princess Pandora—though these chats usually end with Linley drenched. But wait, there’s more! Linley’s life is a carnival of chaos. He’s constantly facing off against fantastical creatures, like nagging Hecatoncheires and trigger-happy Harpies, while also bracing for surprise missions from his tricky system. “Teach a hundred goats to waltz in ten minutes or face divine punishment!” Seriously, system? You can’t be serious! Yet, amid these hilarious escapades, Linley evolves from a rookie time-traveler into the revered God of Wine. With brains and bravery, he leads his loyal followers and pens an epic tale on the enchanting land of ancient Greece.
00Stars00 · 71.7K Views
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