Battlebots Tombstone

In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes. The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, "Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

When I signed up for a graveyard cleaning job, I thought it would be a quirky summer gig—just me, a shovel, and a few tombstones. The ominous warning sign at the entrance? Just meant to keep the living out. That creepy amulet? Probably some local superstition. Little did I know, it was actually meant to keep whatever lurked in that graveyard inside. But after I accidentally shattered the amulet on my way in, I came face-to-face with a presence that shouldn’t be sitting atop his grave, especially not after 200 years. Instead of cleaning up after the dead, I’m stuck with a charming but dangerously sarcastic companion who despises humanity and refuses to leave me alone. Now, I’m navigating a chilling situation where the shadows whisper secrets, and my new “friend” carries a dark past that’s as enticing as it is terrifying. Just when I thought I could finally make some money and pay off my student loans, I’m plunged into a haunting mix of attraction and fear, with prophecies suggesting our union could spell doom for both the living and the dead. And to top it all off? I broke the only thing keeping him trapped inside the graveyard. Great. Welcome to my nightmare.

Jade Eadwald is a peculiar teenager, living with neglectful, multi-billionaire parents who hoard a load of shady secrets, and a dark past they would do anything to keep their only daughter from finding out. The Eadwald's move from house to house every year, constantly attempting to leave their past behind. But this fall, they have decided to move back to London, where it all began, for reasons unknown, and Jade is in for a school term she might not survive through. Jade is set to join a school called 'Bloodstone Academy' for the fall term, and unknown to her, behind the ancient stone-walls of the castle, lies a whole new, dark and dangerous world she will inevitably come to be a part of. 'The Vampires of Ruin' have come to reside within the walls of Bloodstone Academy, and they seem to be on the hunt for something, or rather, someone important. The Blood Prophecy that was once told a hundred years ago has been retold by another witch from the Almathea coven, and vampires all over the world have grown agitated. Tension that's been building up for a century is at its peak, and The Vampires of Ruin are relentless in their search for the one the Prophecy speaks of. Until Jade walks into the hallways of Bloodstone Academy on an early September autumn morning, with a cold, indifferent expression on her stunning face. Wild-haired, dark-skinned with a mysterious, radiant beauty that makes the world swoon, Jade quickly catches the attention of everyone in Bloodstone Academy. But especially that of two vampires; Vasilis Wang and Roman Augustus. Suddenly finding herself trapped in the webs of a dangerous love triangle, Jade realizes the boys she's falling for are not human, and her new school is no regular high-school either. Something bigger than all of them, and the affections they've come to harbor for one another is brewing just beneath the surface of their collective consciousness, and Jade seems to be the sole catalyst to a disastrous event that will come to threaten the existence of all Vampires. Bloody, dark secrets are suddenly being dug out of graves and tombstones, and the Eadwalds' family secrets seem to be right in the mix, too. Will Jade survive being in the center of so much turmoil and destruction? Or will her heart be able to bear loving two immortals she might end up having to destroy? WARNING: This book contains mature content. [see trigger warnings below!] Trigger warnings: Mature content. Use of profanity, cigarettes, weed and implied alcohol abuse. Strong depictions of mental illnesses [depression, anxiety, undiagnosed bipolar disorder, etc.] Torture. [Explicit descriptions of torture techniques/devices] Explicit and grotesque descriptions of murder/death. Explicit descriptions of blood and gore. Non-explicit mentions of grooming and rape. Mentions of self-harm/suicide. Depictions of self-harm/suicide attempts/suicidal ideations.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

A financial tycoon, exhausted by the scheming and life-or-death struggles of the modern world, returns to ancient times and finds himself in the body of the most insignificant son-in-law in a merchant family. What begins as a story of leisure soon turns to matters of state and country, things he once wished to avoid but can no longer escape. 'Someone who once stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, treading the path paved with countless envy and admiration, surrounded by throngs of people, could not escape the lonely rest beneath the tombstone.' PS:This is a long novel with over thousands of chapters, so enjoy!

As a struggling, broke, orphaned college student, Lilly needed all the funds she could get to survive. Lilly jumped at the chance when she found an offer online to work as a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery that paid enough to cover one month's rent just for one night of work. However, on her first night there, she realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew. So much for being a 'companion for the dead'. The man who sat on top of the tombstone looked very much alive! And he looked very much like the person who should be buried six feet under!

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands. Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out. A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy! "You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! " These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments. "Should my blade break, I will use my body!" The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive. "If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!" Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone. All hope seemed lost. "And if my Soul fails..." What could a single man and his army do? He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve. "I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!" But he was too weak, too fragile. The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy. Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint. Miracles were beyond his reach. Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne. His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground. Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes. His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire. Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him. Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again. He desired to fight for the people who supported him. Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this. As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him. It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again. "If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?" Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind. A frail and broken voice 'There is no reason to ask, of course!' "No matter the cost?" 'Even if I were to lose everything...' 'If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!' "You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious." "Will you still accept?" The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity. To lose that caused his mind to falter. Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm. Lancelot reached out. Towards the raspy voice. Towards the abyss. Towards a new future. [So you would accept after all...] 'I must accept.' 'I must stand tall.' 'I must not break.' 'Because...' 'I am the Lord of humanity! [Nay, you are the king of demons] -------------- Release @ 22:30 (GMT+1)

“Kuha!” I gasped and backed away, plunging out my lance out of ‘Amaranth’s’ chest. Blood seeped out of my mouth in quite literally deathly amounts. But I did not waver, I might be close to dying, my body is collapsing, but my will isn’t. “Major… no, Kiera.” I spoke, although barely. “Always remember; there are no victors in war, only survivors with scars.” My knees buckled, and I fell to one. “Also, write it on my tombstone: …” I struggled and stood back up again. Coughing up blood, I glared unto the now heavily injured Omega class with hate so pure, passion instilled, and commitment to burn. “… on the day of December 31st, year 2060, Harbinger of Humanity’s Ordinance, died with badassery, slaying a god.” For a good 5 seconds, I was met with silence before I received an answer. “…Alright. I will make sure. Now go and kick its ass.” A deep sigh resounded in my ears. I smirked, for one final attack, I let my Exsia run rampant and uncontrolled. Amaranth glared at me with contempt as it also began to prepare its final attack. “Arrogant human, I admit that you posses sufficient might to harm me. But you fall short from killing me, feel the wrath of heaven, be torn asunder repeatedly again!” A giant sword of pure crimson energy appeared behind it as I felt the Exsia fluctuations from it. Again, white flames burst out from my frame, burning to its brightest state. “A star is most brilliant before its death, heaven may fall, but I stand tall: BERNSTEIN!!!” I shouted, as I lunged forward unto the devastating attack in front of me, capable of leveling entire countries, but my attack did not waver and a bright white light engulfed my vision, taking me into its embrace. Then I heard a gentle whispering voice. [What would you wish for if you could live your life again?]

Oooh queen of tombstones, let his name never be carved. Oooh king of passage may his presence always illude you. My prayers go out to you and your child, I offer you my soul and ask you as a mere woman let this one never die. So it began, my journey to become a king of undead. Will the gods be watching? ---------------------------------------------------- Hey everyone i've discovered the quality of my story is just not good enough for this medium yet. So I'm post on roalroads instead and drop the completed version here when it done. Eventually, I do wish to split this story into two. so I might drop that part earlier. Have a good day all of you. Ps, That's my cat Noesje in the picture. You may salute.

Milk didn’t expect that one day she would witness her own funeral. The last thing she remembered was being on a boat with her bestfriend, Mook and her boyfriend, Max. But she didn’t expect her bestfriend and her boyfriend would conspiracy to push her from the boat. She couldn’t accept the moment her falling from the boat, her life would end . A second after she fall, she was standing in front of her tombstone. She froze. Unexpectedly the person that she hate, was sobbing and grieving at her funeral. First, She hated his father because due to his father’s love for his mother was so deep that it made his father lose his self -esteem and make fool himself. But what did her father receive? Her mother ended up leaving his father to marry another guy. Second, the guy that who was always by her side when she was sad and happy, who always helped her when she was in trouble it's her Childhood friend, Mark. But because of some accident happen because of Mark that make her feel hated and avoid him whenever he go or where he at. She resented her father for marrying her mother for money. Her mother loved her father deeply. But what did her mother receive? Her mother ended up dying of a lonely heart. In her whole lifetime, She dedicated her life to opposing her father and Mark. She hated them and treated them badly… so why are they grieving? Why does Mark stare at her photo? Suddenly she is given a second chance, but will things be different? She dares not to expect anything, only except that she won’t suffer any more in this life…

The heart being exposed to so much pain can either blossom into a more beautiful flower or degrade into a vast wilderness of thorns and briers with nothing but tombstones to commemorate the lives of all the fallen heroes, that is love, peace, joy etc.

Ever had a dream, one that felt so real you wouldn't be able to deceify what it truly is. One that made life seem like bad dream because the ones you felt in the fantasy felt so right. so just. I left home to start over, to learn, to gain and opportunity. Then come back just for my family. To make my father proud. Instead I find myself at the grave of my lovers. laying flowers at his tombstone everyday. All because I wouldn't pull the trigger. All because I couldn't aim. All because I shouldn't have loved him... Do I go back home or tell you our story?

It's currently the year 3318 in Greenterra. After the great mystical war, humans had an agreement to stop making harmful chemicals for the environment. Kings and queens limited the outcome of Chlorofluorocarbons. Winters were back at their best, and summers weren’t as burning-hot anymore. Plants and trees were growing once again all over the world; the making of downtown urban cities and cars was banned; therefore, all the human-made chemical ozone depletion stopped. Consequently, allowing the planet to produce more magic; giving people and animals more magic-flow that they could use and inherit. Unfortunately, this massive increase of magic produced by the planet also awakened a slumbered entity that was sealed off millions and millions of years ago by archangels. It made a group named, 'Black Tombstone' whose objective is to kidnap people and drain them of their magic to recover the entity's power back to its prime. Many humans and other mystical creatures have been suffering by the uprising of this terrorist group. A peaceful young man named, 'Rukito' is caught up in all of this; he gets targeted by one of the members to die, since his parents are one of the wealthiest people in Greenterra, and one of the few that know how to work and develop magic. While this is all happening, a new member is adopted into his family, a mysterious girl named 'Kasai' that is distant and reserved is now living with him in this colossal mansion, making matters even worse.

"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life? She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! "Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" "Actually, I have one more, do you want it?" "…"

Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over. "Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!" "I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!" The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain. On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos. Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness. He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing. The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground! A cold voice echoed across the city skyline. "Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..." A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme. Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World. Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter. Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies. In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary. [Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp. "Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again! "Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!" The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins. I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

Su Chen transmigrated to a parallel world and inherited a funeral company. To his surprise, he awakened the God-tier Funeral System because of it. Regardless of whether a person wanted to leave behind a legendary tale in the world, or they wanted to create a mysterious and extraordinary history so that others would suspect that they were bigwigs, they could do so through Su Chen’s funeral company. [With only 99 Yuan, I will appear personally at your funeral with a black tuxedo. With a black umbrella in my hand, I will silently observe the entire funeral.] [With 10,000 Yuan, there will be 100 men in black at your funeral. A Maybach will drive through your funeral and an old man, dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, will bow and put flowers on your tombstone. He will then leave with a stern expression.] [With 100,000 Yuan, 3000 men in black will appear at your funeral with black umbrellas. It will be a gray and drizzly day. A military helicopter will circle the sky. Three old men dressed in black Chinese tunic suits, and two teary women, will pay their respects at your tombstone.] … [With 10 billion Yuan, your funeral will be broadcast to the public via Livestream. The heavens and the earth will shake while your coffin is carried to its final destination by nine dragons. The entire world will dim! All the world leaders will kneel and bow before your grave. Bizarre phenomena will appear in the sky while dark clouds will loom over the vast space. All the stars in the sky shall decorate your tombstone while the sun and the moon bid farewell to you.] [The company can fulfill all kinds of requests as long as you pay us enough.] [Place an order now and you will have a mysterious past immediately.]

This is a world of combat and magic, where adventurers thrive, leveling up, and killing monsters for loots and glory. But that's not the story I'm here to tell. Decades have passed since All-father, the world's Creator, ended the ever catastrophic conflict between humans and dragons. Lives have fallen from both sides, leaving humanity only able to support their last haven, the capital city of Ratna Kingdom. And now that they're at their weakest, someone wanted to carve a tombstone for their grave. He was called the Pretender, a figure disguised as All-father himself. He travels through the continent with a quest to gather forces from those who fell victim to humanity's sins. If no one puts an end to this act, then catastrophe will surely come knocking on the kingdom's door. So a call was made to prevent this. A Veteran Hunter and his apprentice were dispatched to take down each of the leaders under the Pretender's influence. He himself was a mysterious one, dressed in black, hiding behind a bear mask. Not a lot was known about the Hunter, not his race, not his family, not his face. Though one thing is for sure, he's damn good at his job.

# SCUM-TORTURING Zhao Jinxing was the only daughter of her family, but her father brought home a new sister for her after her maternal grandfather passed—only then did she find out that her seemingly soft-spoken father had an illegitimate child just a few months older than she was! And the instant she came to the Zhao family, she wanted everything Zhao Jinxing had, and their father told Zhao Jinxing to concede a little since half of what he had was her sister's, that she had suffered a lot. Zhao Jinxing agreed for appearance's sake, but as the same thing happened thrice, she shoved her sister lightly in refusal, only for her sister to fall down the stairs on her own movement and break her hand! Furious, their father threw Zhao Jinxing out to her maternal grandfather's grave so that she would reflect on her mistake, and told her that her sister was supposed to marry an ugly man, but now she couldn't with a broken hand, and Zhao Jinxing must take her place! "Dream on!" Zhao Jinxing resisted, but was left in the eerily silent graveyard. Just as she thought that she was homeless and had to marry some grotesque rich kid, a sinister man arrived at the graveyard—handsome and noble in appearance. It was obvious he was special. Zhao Jinxing immediately got an idea—so, she's supposed to marry? She will marry right now, and a handsome older man would still be better than some ugly! After getting their marriage certificates, Miss Zhao was now Mrs. Qin and moved to his luxurious mansion immediately! Her father, believing that Zhao Jinxing would behave after sufficient disciplining, came to the graveyard at midnight to get her, only to find thick snow and cold tombstones, and promptly panicked. He had no idea that she was now in her rich husband's arms and scheming on how to get back at them!

RISE OF THE UNDEAD Silence ! eerie silence that's what you would expect from a graveyard rows upon rows of tombstones the sound of ravens and owls flooding the eerie space well not in this grave yard!!! Hordes upon hordes of skeletons naked skeletons , Armed skeletons, skeletons with pointy hats bulky skeletons , winged skeletons that looked like griffins !!!! this was What young DAMIEN VLAD was thinking all of a sudden every skeleton turned in his direction screeching and screaming !!!!!

She didn't love him in the previous life, he protected her, petted her, loved her for ten years, but she just didn't like him. He was paranoid, mad and gloomy, but he did everything for her alone, and finally gave her his heart to let her live. In front of the tombstone, she bit her lip and blushed, "Why are you being so nice to me?" But the wind passed without a trace, and no one responded to her. In the next life, she is willing to give each other a chance, but he is still paranoid and loves her like his life. This time, she...

A wedding. A trip to Spain. The most infuriating man. And three days of pretending. Or in other words, a plan that will never work. Catalina Martín, finally, not single. Her family is happy to announce that she will bring her American boyfriend to her sister's wedding. Everyone is invited to come and witness the most magical event of the year. That would certainly be tomorrow's headline in the local newspaper of the small Spanish town I came from. Or the epitaph on my tombstone, seeing the turn my life had taken in the span of a phone call. Four weeks wasn't a lot of time to find someone willing to cross the Atlantic-from NYC and all the way to Spain-for a wedding. Let alone, someone eager to play along my charade. But that didn't mean I was desperate enough to bring the 6'4 blue eyed pain in my ass standing before me. Aaron Blackford. The man whose main occupation was making my blood boil had just offered himself to be my date. Right after inserting his nose in my business, calling me delusional, and calling himself my best option. See? Outrageous. Aggravating. Blood boiling. And much to my total despair, also right. Which left me with a surly and extra large dilemma in my hands. Was it worth the suffering to bring my colleague and bane of my existence as my fake boyfriend to my sister's wedding? Or was I better off coming clean and facing the consequences of my panic induced lie? Like my abuela would say, que dios nos pille confesados. The Spanish Love Deception is an enemies-to-lovers, fake-dating, SLOW-BURN romance. Perfect for those looking for a steamy slow-burn with the sweetest Happily Ever After.

One Day, at the Site of Ariel's Dream, Asami-Sho Haru from Japan came in with his Thieving team and he and his crew died at a trap in the Grave because of their main healer who didn't purify the artifacts the correct way, so they died. Luckily, the Legacy of Ursula the Witch Saved him by bringing back 20 years in the past, where he started as a Thief when Graves and tomb sites and Tombstones appeared out of nowhere, Can Asami escape his fate and save his team? I own no credit to the artifacts from other companies, I only own the story.

As a struggling student, Aliya needed all the funds she could to survive. She was an orphan and ever since she became 20 she's relied on no one. Soon she found an offer online working as a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery that paid enough to cover one month's rent just for one night of work. However, on her first night there, she realised someone there had been watching her. The man who sat on top of the tombstone was always watching her there, although she thought it would be a ghost, he was not?

Twenty-seventh Century. Humanity is prosperous and martial arts are brilliant! Under the shade of the nursing home, the fat old man popped up a disaster with walnuts in his hand, and he laughed like a Maitreya Buddha. At 26 South Street, there was a small security guard who popped out ice-cream milk needles with milk tea and added a milk-tea-flavored corpse to the ground. He always wanted to change his job, but his education was not high. The young girl's eyes are bright, like a water drill with eight hearts and eight arrows. She likes to hit a truck with her head, and she often says in her mouth: the next one. Some soldiers inscribed a sentence on their tombstones: In recent years, chaotic times are like hemp, life is too bitter, I hope you will have a beautiful life in the future! ____________ Some soldiers also engraved a sentence: If heaven meets in the future, please tell me: Guotai Min'an, mountains and rivers are still there! ... Late at night. Su Yue was carrying more than a dozen bags of cement, and the frog jumped to the top of the hill. He was accompanied by loneliness. There is an old saying in Shenzhou: Heaven rewards diligence. Su Yue firmly believed in this statement. The people of Shenzhou who are constantly striving for self-improvement carry out the principle of rewarding their diligence, and are arrogant and respectful.

Having decided to bring out a Journal, the Editor racks his brains for a suitable name with which to christen his periodical. Friends are generally useless in an emergency of this kind; they suggest all kinds of impossible names; the following were some of the titles proposed in this instance: "Facts and Fancies," "The Cremorne," "The All Round," "The Monthly Courses," "The Devil's Own," and "Dugdale's Ghost"; the two first had certainly great attractions to our mind, but at last our own ideas have hit upon the modest little "Pearl," as more suitable, especially in the hope that when it comes under the snouts of the moral and hypocritical swine of the world, they may not trample it underfoot, and feel disposed to rend the publisher, but that a few will become subscribers on the quiet. To such better disposed piggy wiggys, I would say, for encouragement, that they have only to keep up appearances by regularly attending church, giving to charities, and always appearing deeply interested in moral philanthropy, to ensure a respectable and high moral character, and that if they only are clever enough never to be found out, they may, sub rosa, study and enjoy the philosophy of life till the end of their days, and earn a glorious and saintly epitaph on their tombstone, when at last the Devil pegs them out. Editor of the "Pearl."