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Why does the universe seem so silent if it harbors countless stars and planets? In The Fermi Paradox, a comprehensive and thought-provoking exploration, readers journey from the paradox’s humble beginnings—when Enrico Fermi posed his famous question “Where is everybody?”—to the cutting-edge technologies and theories that might finally yield answers. Through ten meticulously structured chapters, this volume unfolds the paradox from every angle. It begins with the historical and scientific foundations that shaped the early debate, then delves into the staggering scale and probability calculations suggesting we should be surrounded by extraterrestrial civilizations. Readers are guided through the latest astronomical observations—why we see only “great silence” where we once expected cosmic chatter—and introduced to pivotal theories like the Great Filter, the Rare Earth hypothesis, and the darker side of technological evolution. Sociological and economic analyses add human context, revealing how cultural forces might shape our cosmic destiny. Finally, The Fermi Paradox tackles alternative conjectures, from simulated realities to hidden alien probes, before mapping out future directions that blend ethical questions, advanced detection projects, and a synthesis of the most credible scholarly references. For anyone seeking a deep, multifaceted understanding of why our universe appears so quiet, this book offers both clarity and wonder.

Su Chengyu took the blame for his wife and went to prison for three years. Upon release, he realized that she had betrayed him. Despite this, he benefited from misfortune and comprehended the Dao, stepping into the world of immortal cultivators. He could easily master immortal techniques and ancient martial arts. He could also refine pills, draw talismans, treat illnesses, and save people at will! Su Chengyu postured crazily in the Red Dust City, vowing to find out the truth behind the death of his 127 Su family members 26 years ago.

In a world on the brink of destruction, a fierce battle rages between the third-generation savior, Aiden, and an enigmatic adversary. The stakes are unimaginably high as Aiden fights to save humanity from this unknown man whose name and motives remain mysterious. As the dust settles from their devastating clash, Aiden stands victorious, questioning his fallen foe with a mix of defiance and triumph. The journey to uncover this powerful enemy's true identity and intentions has only just begun.

Lu Mingshu had never believed in fate. She hadn’t believed in it when her father had remarried and caused her family to break into pieces, nor had she believed in it when she’d been thrown into a valley to perish. She hadn’t believed in it when she didn’t have any resources to cultivate with, nor had she believed in it when she’d been condemned by everyone. She climbed up little by little from dust, while her reign soared into the sky, which caused the world to look on in fear! If justice doesn’t come, I’ll personally obtain it. If fate disregards me, I‘ll open up a way to survive. No matter what fate throws at me, I will surely become a phoenix! “What a ruthless woman. I’m willing to risk my life and limbs for you, willing to be calculative for you – I’m even willing to be an enemy of the entire world for you. Aren’t you moved even a little?” “That’s right, since I‘m such a ruthless woman, what exactly is it that you like about me?"

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Under the sky of history, whether you love or not, you are merely a speck of dust. No matter who you are, what you can grasp is only yourself.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

In a brutal, Apocalyptic world ruled by gods and monsters, a young man awakens in the arms of a fearsome War Mother A tall Female warrior bred from the rage of the war god himself. Naked, disoriented, and barely alive with his organs hanging out, he quickly learns that her mercy is as terrifying as her wrath. Rescued and pieced together by her crude hands, he struggles to understand why she spared him, especially when War Mothers are known for their savagery and their penchant for grinding their enemies to dust.

His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees, and then her thighs. The soft white skin-it all looked so smooth. She watched him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize every detail of her. It made her feel so warm inside, to know that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much. When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback. He cocked his head and met her gaze. She suddenly got self-conscious and sat up. "What? Is there something wrong?" He was staring at her bush, or more precisely. the lack thereof! There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly hair that started just above the hood of her clit, went up three inches, and stopped. He was totally confused. He had never seen any woman that had just a thin strip of hair down there. It was either all over and thick; or, if they were very young, not there yet, or just some fuzz. His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully forward, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out why it looked the way it did. She saw his expression was one of confusion, not disgust as she had feared. She relaxed a little.

Amanda Eclairs is no stranger to pain. Bullied by her peers, abandoned by those who should care, and dismissed by a world that thrives on cruelty, she’s spent her life trying to survive the darkness around her. But when the torment pushes her past her breaking point, Amanda decides she’s done being a victim. Swearing Revenge, how far will Amanda go to take back control? And when the dust settles, will she find peace—or lose herself completely? ************** This work is completely a work of fiction. This is an original story. Cover Art is Created through AI. This work is extremely short.

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy. But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come. The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner. “What the… what the hell is this?” Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned. Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive. Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all across the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny. Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources, neither of which he had. But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Join my discord: https://discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv

In the scorching deserts of Solara, a once-great kingdom now ruled by the tyrannical House Blackthorn, Evelyn Ashford is the daughter of a disgraced general. When her family is framed for treason by the crown prince, Caelum Blackthorn, Evie watches helplessly as her father is executed, her mother and brother dies in exile. Left to die in the barren wastelands, Evie discovers the Ashen Crown, an ancient relic tied to the lost kingdom of Erythra. The crown grants her the power to manipulate fire and ash—but it feeds on her rage and sorrow, threatening to consume her entirely. With the crown’s power, Evie regresses to the day before her family’s downfall, determined to rewrite their fate.

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a flash of mottled light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is predetermined. Where will you and I be thousands of years later? The country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are nothing more than a speck of dust in the deep space. The starry sky is a moment, and the human world is a thousand years. The chirping of insects is only autumn, and you and I are fighting for it. What is at the end of the deep space?

Beyond the veil of mortal sight, where time itself doth falter and stars are but fleeting candles in an endless dark, there drifts a Presence. Vast beyond measure, ancient beyond memory, it wanders the cosmic void, untouched by the petty reckonings of men and gods alike. Yet even eternity, in all its dreadful splendor, is not without its curiosities. Thus, with but a whisper, a thought—a gentle stroke upon the loom of fate—It remakes the barren firmament. Where once lay naught but dust and silence, now burgeon worlds of wonder, rich with treasure and ripe for the plucking. Planets bloom with bounteous gifts, the heavens teem with hidden providence, and in the heart of one unassuming sphere, life stirs. Humanity awakens, none the wiser to the hand that shaped their fortune, to the architect unseen. And yet, as they toil and triumph, as they carve dominion from the void, a shadow lingers at the edge of thought. Too oft do they find the road paved smooth, too oft do their hands alight upon that which they did not sow. In whispers and in dreams, in fleeting glimpses betwixt wake and slumber, a question takes root—Are we alone? A few, cursed with sight keener than most, seek the hidden hand that pulls their strings. They peer into the dark, and the dark peers back—silent, patient, and amused. For It doth not govern, nor meddle, but merely watches... and waits. What fools these mortals be, who dance so blithely upon a stage set long before their time.

Nous rêvons tous. Avec le temps certains d'entre nous oublie nos rêves. Les cauchemars quant à eux sont plus mémorables. Dust souhaite que son rêve soit exaucé, et pour cela il doit survivre aux cauchemars. ( ce concentre sur l horreur mais les deux personnages principaux vont être engagés dans une romance hommeXhomme)

After the crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization plunged into stagnation. From that day onward, people could no longer manufacture rockets, nuclear bombs, airplanes, or cars… The towering pyramid of modern science and civilization crumbled, but the disaster was far from over. The world turned gray as the red meteor descended, like a spectral reflection in a mirror, slowly dragging the civilized world into an abyss of chaos. In this age, human life is as insignificant as dust; In this age, humanity shines like the stars. As the great structure collapsed, some saw a pair of twins standing atop the ruins of civilization, their blood-red eyes shifting between laughter and tears. The curtain of the era slowly rises behind them, and with arms wide open, they whisper softly to the suffering masses— “The show… begins.”

We all dream. With time some us forget them. Nightmares are more memorable. Dust, wanted his dream to be fullfilled, for that he need to survive nightmares.

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

257 years ago, two countries were reduced to dust for calling his wrath. After the incident not one drop of rain fell. Fearing the demon lord’s power, all races stopped the ongoing war. Peace finally returned, bringing new changes. But the demon lord disappeared...

Evangeline, The Angle Who was about to enter the Gate of Connection between heaven and hell but before she could do so, she saw a couple of Warrior Angels flying towards her and can reach her in just a monent and seeing them flying, Evangeline too felt an urge to fly and just then beautiful white wings came out of her spine and she reached the Gate of Connection by flying but not before getting hit by an arrow on her right leg below her ass although she had seen who it was that harmed her but she had already entered the gate of connection. "AND THE SWEET LITTLE ANGLE COULDN'T KEEP HER EYES OFF THE DEVIL"

"In a universe ruled by ancient gods, humanity faces existential threats. As protagonists Noya, Yoshi, and Kai navigate a world of horrors, they confront their destinies. Battling demonic forces, they uncover truths about their own powers and the dark origins of their foes. Sacrifices are made, alliances tested, and in the end, redemption found. Yet, a lingering mystery remains: the enigmatic figure Yamada, driven by an inexplicable hatred. As the dust settles, questions linger, setting the stage for an epic second season where secrets will be revealed and destinies fulfilled."

Demon Lord Arnin has reached the apex of his universe, with everyone and everything fearing his very name, however, no one knows of his tragic past. With his clansmen being brutally slaughtered when he was very young, he was forced to enter the ruthless world alone. Betrayed at every step and finding himself against the world at every angle, his heart turned to stone, not allowing anything to affect him ever again. Right when he thinks that the world is firmly in his grasp, he learns about the existence of the beings that partook in the Great Demon Massacre of time immemorial. Learning that their power significantly exceeds his own, Demon Lord Arnin finds that the best way to increase his own strength as quickly as possible is by reincarnating into a world that uses a power completely unknown to him and starting over once again so that he may merge his powers in the future. Will the feared Demon Lord Arnin finally achieve the revenge he yearns for, or will he collapse after his million-year reign, simply becoming a figure of the past? Editor: D.J Support me on Amazon!! TDDL Descent of the Demon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NCMC33K

There is endless dust in the world, and every speck of dust is a world. The peerless powerhouse Ling Feng unexpectedly returned to a thousand years ago. In this life, he not only had to protect his loved one who died tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife, but also had to crush all the geniuses from his previous life and tremble at his feet. Endless stars, millions of planes, billions of geniuses, stepping on the path of heaven, proving the divine path, asking the vast sky and earth, who dares to fight against me?

Beyond the Core By Leah Gess In a world divided by power and privilege, those without desirable abilities are cast out into the desolate Outskirts—left to survive in a wasteland of dust and despair. Zora, an 18-year-old exile, was discarded not because she was powerless, but because the Core feared what they couldn’t understand. When a brutal purge shatters the fragile existence she’s built, Zora’s buried strength erupts in a surge of uncontrollable power, tearing through the Core’s oppressive walls and thrusting her into the untamed wilderness beyond. With only a handful of outcasts by her side, Zora must navigate the dangers of the unknown—savage clans, whispers of an ancient prophecy, and the relentless pursuit of the Core’s forces determined to reclaim what they lost. As her abilities grow stronger, so does the truth she’s been running from: she may be the key to toppling the Core’s iron grip, but at what cost? Torn between trust and betrayal, survival and revolution, Zora must confront the darkness within herself and decide if she will be the spark that ignites a new world—or the force that destroys it.

In the dim light of the Musuem, Ethan stumbled upon an old, dust-covered pocket watch, its brass surface tarnished with age. As he turned it over in his hands, a strange energy pulsed through him, and the air shimmered like a mirage. Little did he know, this was no ordinary timepiece; it was a gateway to the past, a relic of a forgotten age.

In the VRMMORPG Ethereal Realms, Jin Park spawns with no class, no weapons, and a single item: a broom. Mocked by players and NPCs alike, he’s ready to rage-quit—until he discovers his broom can summon dust storms, vacuum monsters, and even wipe out raid bosses. Armed with a weapon meant for cleaning, Jin accidentally becomes the game’s most overpowered player, leaving a trail of sparkling clean dungeons and humiliated enemies. Forget swords and magic—this janitor is sweeping his way to legend!

Shen Weiyi has a younger, boy-next-door boyfriend whose allure lies in his height, long legs, and strong torso. With a wild mind and a talent for flirting, the eighteen-year-old Jiang is impulsive, fun-loving, and fickle, exhibiting both innocent and wolf-like traits at the touch of a button. Beloved by countless girls, he always thought Shen Weiyi, who would do anything at his mere call of 'sister', would forever indulge him, only to find she suddenly doesn't want him anymore. Breakups are breakups; whoever regrets it is a dog. Shen Weiyi, once red-eared and compliant to his every whim, now won't look back, leaving an eighteen-year-old Jiang's genuine liking turning into a resolute declaration of disinterest. 'Jiang,' she says, 'I date for happiness, not for extra headache.' Later, a desperate Jiang tries everything for her, getting injured in the process and lowering himself to the dust, only to see her blooming in another man's arms, which drives him to a jealous rage. Sheng Ting, the genius of the Z University, untouchable and seen by everyone as the embodiment of purity and restraint, had decided the names of their unborn children upon his first glimpse of Shen Weiyi. [Childhood friend VS Sudden love, not seeking the adoration of the whole world but asking to be your one and only exception in life.]

[Shadow Slave Fanfiction] To bear the weight of endings is to carry the hush before the storm’s final breath, to cradle the silence that lingers when the last note of a song fades away. It is to walk among ruins, knowing they are not beginnings, but echoes of what was—and what may never be again. To hold such power is not to wield creation, but to carve paths through the marrow of existence, to sever threads that were once tightly bound and scatter them to the winds, unweaving the fabric of what once was. It is a burden both solemn and vast, to touch the fragile balance between presence and absence. And yet, in every fracture, in every final note, there lies the faintest whisper of something waiting to begin— a truth that can only bloom from the ashes of its ending.

In the year 1995, a crystalline meteor hurtled towards Earth and crashed in the forests of Aomori, spreading clouds of mysterious dust upon its impact. These dust clouds contain a mysterious substance that turns children and teenagers alike into Espers, human beings gifted with supernatural powers known as Sigils. Some have telekinetic powers, others can control elemental properties and some of them have mind-control powers. As time passes, Espers faces prejudice from normal people due to their powers, fearing that they might replace them. Some of them even think that Espers must be eradicated. There are even people who want to capture Espers and exploit their Sigils. On that day, an organization dedicated to researching and defending these supernatural youngsters known as Lazuline was formed. They even built a paradise for them known as Azure City, an artificial island located on the temperate waters of Sagami Bay, Japan. However, Azure City was just a temporary solution to the Espers. Eldritch beings known as Deviants invaded the city and the shadow of a mysterious consortium loomed upon its supernatural inhabitants, and they must fight back for their rights to live. These are the stories of their struggles and their daily life amidst the threat posed by the evil forces. Cover illustration by Reei_ReIN Original character design and story concept by Farhan Gustama Hartono and Alfredo Chandra Special thanks to Gregorio Corigliano, Jacob Furrier, Grant Felix, Rizqy Abd, DJLordSuzaku, Bernice Neoh and Tatyina