Tai Lung Voice

He’s her teacher. She’s his student. But nothing about this is innocent. She’s rich, unhinged, and has been stalking him for years—watching, planning, waiting. And now that she’s back in his life, she’s not asking. She’s taking. He swore he’d be the responsible one. He swore he’d stay away. But she’s everywhere—his classroom, his home, his mind. And the worst part? He doesn’t know who the real stalker is anymore.

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death. But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life. ... Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people. Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish... [Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

Betapa besarnya kekayaan keluarga yang diwariskan selama lima ribu tahun? Terkadang, Anda tidak pernah tahu seberapa kaya keluarga Anda sampai Anda mendesak orang tua Anda sedikit! Hanya setelah mewarisi kekayaan keluarganya yang berusia lima ribu tahun, Zhang Menglong menyadari bahwa kebahagiaan orang kaya begitu sederhana. Presiden bank, "Tuan Zhang, tolong, saya mohon Anda menyimpan uang Anda di bank kami, dan Anda dapat menetapkan suku bunganya!" Generasi kedua terkaya di Huaxia, "Apakah seluruh dunia milik keluarga Anda atau apa?" Orang terkaya di dunia, "Saya merasa seperti saya hanya orang miskin!" Keluarga Kerajaan Eropa, "Tuan Zhang, apakah Anda kekurangan pacar? Jika ya, apakah Anda keberatan mencari satu? Jika tidak, bagaimana dengan negara kami?" Kemudian, Zhang Menglong menemukan bahwa perguruan tinggi yang ditinggalkan orang tuanya adalah yang paling mengesankan. Sebenarnya, menjadi dekan ternyata lebih menyenangkan daripada menjadi orang terkaya di dunia!

How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

Chàng trai với ba búi tóc nhỏ xinh, hai tay ôm lấy ngực đầy uất ức, nói với ông Lý. "Tôi là đứa con mang trong mình dòng máu của ông, ông nhất định phải cứu mẹ tôi... nếu không tôi sẽ kiện ông vì tội đã bỏ rơi con cái" Lý Giang nhướn mày: "Tôi thậm chí không có vợ. Làm sao tôi có thể có con trai?" Chủ tịch Lý vừa định bỏ đi thì bỗng một cô bé đáng yêu, trên tay đang bế búp bê barbie chạy vào, ôm chặt lấy đùi ông và hét lớn: "Xin hãy cứu mẹ con, nếu không con sẽ không buông." Chủ tịch Lý bị chàng trai có ba búi tóc nhỏ xinh kéo lấy tay đặt lên cơ thể của người phụ nữ xa lạ. Từ dạo đó trở đi, Lý Giang luôn nghĩ về người phụ nữ ấy với mong muốn được chịu trách nhiệm với cô trong suốt phần đời còn lại...

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

Following the tragic death of her beloved Kai, Elara becomes fixated on preserving the memory of his voice, a task that leads her down a rabbit hole of old recordings and forgotten moments. But as she delves deeper, she uncovers a hidden secret within Kai's past, forcing her to question everything she thought she knew about the man she loved and the true meaning of his voice.

Ivan is the golden boy of his high school—blessed with a voice that captivates crowds, a talent for art, and a secret knack for poetry. But when he hears Tracy sing, a quiet Senior One girl with a melody that unravels him, his world tilts. She’s reserved, her voice a hidden gem, and he’s smitten—stealing glances, sketching her in secret, writing love poems he’s too scared to share. Popularity be damned, he finally makes his move, and their voices blend in a harmony he never knew he needed. For five years, they’re a duet—singing under mango trees, sharing whispered verses, building a love as tender as it is fierce. But Tracy’s insecurities simmer beneath her quiet exterior. When Ivan’s star keeps rising, she starts to fade, confiding in someone who doesn’t outshine her. A misunderstanding tears them apart, leaving Ivan with a broken heart and a notebook full of unsent poems. Can love’s melody survive the silence? Her Voice, My Verse is a poignant tale of first love, hidden doubts, and the songs we sing to keep each other close.

In the shadow-cloaked city of Norlington, where eldritch horrors seep through cobblestone cracks, Dr. Fran-a prodigious surgeon stitched together by paradox-operates the clandestine Mistveil Clinic under the cryptic guidance of her [Medical Module]. Between tending to gore-streaked mercenaries and cultists whispering to void-born deities, Fran undertakes 【Diagnostic Expeditions】 across the [Prime Reality] and its splintered anomalies. Each harrowing house call sharpens her unorthodox craft, funds her biomechanical obsessions, and drags her closer to the rot festering at the world's core. Her patients? A kaleidoscope of the extraordinary: heretical nuns wielding blessed artillery, philosophers with calcified lungs still spouting prophecies, and things that wear human skin poorly. Through their wounds, Fran unravels truths-about the city's pulsating heart, her own sutured past, and why the stars above Norlington blink in hexagonal patterns.

*Synopsis:* Gu Shengsheng, a young woman betrayed by her boyfriend and step-sister, is rescued by Mo Qingcheng, a wealthy and mysterious stranger, on a stormy night. He proposes a marriage deal to her, promising to help her get revenge on those who wronged her. Despite initial reservations, Gu Shengsheng agrees to marry Mo Qingcheng, and they begin a complex and intense relationship. As Gu Shengsheng navigates her new life as Mo Qingcheng's wife, she must confront her past traumas and learn to trust her husband. Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng's true intentions and motivations remain unclear, adding to the tension and suspense. Cover solely owned by the author

Tuân lệnh " từ an cất quả cầu trắng vào ngực áo nhìn sang hướng từ yên nhi " điện chủ ra lệnh rút lui mau trở về " giọng hắn không lớn nhưng có tính xuyên phá cực mạnh Tần trúc đã bị đánh bất tỉnh thương tích đầy mình nằm dựa vào gốc cây tôn thượng hương đang bị từ yên nhi bóp cổ nhấc bổng lên " Điện chủ ra lệnh rút lui từ yên nhi mau trở về" " định hồn châu còn chưa hấp thu được một nửa mà đã rút lui có nhầm lẫn ? mà thôi kệ để tỷ đưa hai cưng đi một nơi mà chắc chắn hai cưng sẽ rất thích thú cho mà xem " " Ngươi ...có bệnh " " Hahaha ngươi mới có bệnh đợi khi về tỷ sẽ treo hai cưng lên từ từ dạy dỗ " Tôn thượng Hương nhìn sang tần trúc lúc nãy hắn bị tên điên này đá một cái vào hông cả hai đều té xuống nhìn có vẻ tần trúc bị thương rất nặng Tiểu cô nương nhìn sang từ yên nhi " ngươi đã bao giờ nếm trải cảm giác của những người bị ngươi hại chưa " từ yên nhi bỗng lạnh gáy bỏ tôn thượng Hương ra lùi lại hai bước lấy ra từ trong hư không ra một chiếc roi da đính đầy những miếng thép nhỏ * Tu vi tiểu cô nương này mới hậu thiên tầng 3 sao ta lại có cảm giác bị uy hiếp, không được phải đánh nhanh thắng nhanh tránh đêm dài lắm mộng * " Loại như ngươi đến địa ngục cũng không dung nạp được " tôn thượng Hương đồng tử chuyển sang lam nhạt từ ngón tay giữa hai tay hình xăm màu lam như hai con rắn quấn đến bàn tay thì dừng lại trán điểm chu sa tóc hai bím thả ra bay nhè nhẹ như làn nước xanh tuyệt đẹp người tỷ tỷ này của tần trúc hiện giờ nói là tiên nữ hạ phàm cũng không ngoa chút nào Trong đầu từ yên nhi bây giờ chỉ còn một chữ * chạy * chỉ trong một cái chớp mắt khí thế tăng gấp mấy lần rõ ràng là muốn đồng quy vu tận vả lại thủ đoạn còn không tầm thường * ngươi điên rồi * Tôn thượng Hương chỉ cười nhẹ tay phải đưa lên phía trước kèm theo đó là một dòng linh khí nhẹ nhàng mền mại nhưng không kém phần hủy diệt bay về hướng của từ yên nhi toàn bộ luồng linh khí màu lam bao quanh chỗ này tiếp sau đó là một tiếng nổ kinh thiên động địa đến những người đang chiến đấu chật vật cách đó một ngọn núi cũng phải dừng lại một nhịp Cùng lúc này một thanh linh kiếm màu trắng từ trời giáng xuống một phân thành hai hai phân thành bốn bốn phân thành tám đến vạn kiếm ảnh " Đây là cái gì nhiều tới mức này làm sao tránh được " " Ba mẹ hài nhi bất hiếu " " Hức ta còn chưa đụng tay vào nữ nhân bao giờ ta không muốn chết đừng mà a a a " Còn chưa đau buồn xong hàng vạn kiếm ảnh đã đến trước mặt dân làng từng thanh kiếm lạng lách tránh né một cách không hợp lẽ thường chém thi quỷ như máy xay cắt thành từng mảnh vụn không thể khôi phục sau đó bốc cháy toàn bộ " Ta...ta còn chưa chết " " Đáng sợ quá " " Nhất định là vấn đạo tông đến, chúng ta được cứu rồi " Diệp vô thương phi kiếm lên núi khung cảnh hiện ra trước mắt chỉ có tần trúc nằm đó, xung quanh đổ nát như vừa có một trận kịch chiến nổ ra đây tuyệt đối không phải chuyện một hậu thiên tầng 3 có thể làm ra được HAI NGÀY SAU * Tiểu trúc ta xin lỗi * " Hương tỷ "

Câu chuyện về nhân vật chính tên Hitsuki Akeru, cậu đi tìm những người thực hiện kế hoạch của mình. Trong phần truyện này, cậu đã gặp và đặt tên cho một cậu bé là Hitsuki Michio trong tình cảnh thế giới của cậu ta bị hủy diệt bởi một vị vua phản nghịch. Michio sẽ phải gánh trọng trách bảo vệ thế giới của bản thân mình khỏi tương lai mà các vị vua sẽ tới để đem lại tai hoạ. Đây là hành trình Michio khám phá thế giới, tự trải nghiệm, học hỏi và dần trở nên mạnh mẽ hơn sau hàng trăm thất bại và thành công khác nhau cùng với những người bạn của mình.

Everyone has a unique talent waiting to be revealed to the world. Some are born with it, while others spend a lifetime developing it. But in rare cases, there are those who choose to hide their gift, as if exposing themselves is more terrifying than failure itself. Alex Rose is the kind of person who could be considered a promising talent in the prime of her youth. Blessed with a captivating voice and impressive musical abilities, some might even say her talent could conquer any stage. However, her social anxiety makes it completely impossible for her to perform in front of an audience. The only way she can truly express herself is by wearing a mask—a refuge that shields her from judgment and gives her the courage to sing without restraint. Now, as she prepares to enter the prestigious Great Legacy Talents School, Alex faces the greatest challenge of her life: surviving in an environment where shining is not a choice but an expectation. As she struggles to remain unnoticed, her undeniable talent threatens to surface, and the mask that once offered her solace may soon become a source of curiosity and suspicion.

"Hahaha! A street rat like you needs to leave and learn his place. You can't afford a scrap of this store!" laughed Viscount Tern as Mark eyed a gilded sword in Rubenhold's market. But suddenly, the noble's vision began to blur as the so-called street rat pulls out a black card with a crown on it. "Valoria Bank Royal Card. Enough to buy your whole estate." Mark said coolly. The noble was shocked. "This can't be! Is that a Valoria Bank Royal Card? Reserved only for members of royalty and the wealthiest of the wealthy?!" The noble began to shudder in fright. "You-you can't have that card! You must have stolen it!" "Take a look then. See my name on the card? It's right there, written in gold." The noble fainted from shock upon seeing this, his butler lunging to catch him. Ding! Purchase approved! 14 Billion Gold withdrawn from account ending in x9304 at Valoria Bank. Thank you, esteemed VIP customer!

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

Hắn vì muốn trả thù nên đã cưới cô. Trong mắt hắn cô chính là người gây ra cái chết của Linh - người mà hắn từng yêu. Hắn tìm đủ cách để hành hạ cô, thậm chí đẩy cô vào tay những gã đàn ông xa lạ, chỉ để thỏa mãn cơn hận thù. Nhưng trái với mong đợi của hắn, cô không gục ngã. Cô kiên cường chống trả, thách thức hắn từng chút một. Mỗi lần như thế hắn lại trừng phạt cô rất tàn nhẫn, tưởng rằng sẽ khiến cô khuất phục. Nhưng rồi, kẻ đau đớn nhất trong trò chơi này, không phải là cô, mà chính là hắn.

On his first day as a university professor, Tariq Mathis plans to lead a Myth Studies class. But when a mysterious voice interrupts his lecture, the world shifts. The voice announces the start of the 4th God War, where ancient gods will battle for dominance, and humanity will undergo painful transformations, choosing sides in the conflict.

(BOYS' LOVE) When Tai Yang, a young, handsome yet introverted scientist gets hauled into one of the alternate Universes (by a dog-eared man claiming that staying on Earth would kill him), four things become especially clear. One: his black belt in karate is useless against the strange, magical, anime-looking spells of the alternate world. Two: he needs to stop getting lured into human birdcages even if there is 4-ply toilet paper in them. Three, Prince Li Jun is an asshole on Earth and in the alternate universe too! Desperately trying to return to his world, Tai Yang manages to escape several times. The problem? He keeps bringing the annoying Prince back to Earth with him where another Li Jun already exists! And after a while, it seems Prince Li Jun has gotten too fond of having him as a personal bird-cage advisor to let him escape to Earth easily, making Tai Yang's life even harder. But his behavior starts to change; why? Is Li Jun really only keeping him around for relationship advice? Or does the late-night sight-seeing, and attempts to make him immortal mean something? What do the close proximities, hand-holding, and stares mean? The fourth thing that becomes clear to Tai Yang is that he has to disappear before he actually falls for that narcissistic Prince who seems to have no intention of catching him. ...Or does he? Join Tai Yang to find out!

Since Webnovel can't recognize mount tai, I've deleted all the chapters, Sept from chapter 1, and moved to royal road. So long.

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.

His gaze was intense and piercing, it was as if he could see through her. As he neared Nicholina felt her heart skip a beat,every step he took towards her had a strange effect on her, which she couldn't decipher. His intense gaze, swept over her seeing through the thin fabric that showed off all her curves. swallowing hard, Rheaphel's hand moved involuntarily to explore every part of her curves. The closer his hand got, Nicho felt the air live her lungs. It was as if the air was caught up by a magical force. Every movement of his hands on her pale skin caused a strange and unyielding need in her that terrified yet triggered an excitement in her. suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her mouth. Nicholina was glad when a knock interrupted

Daring to listen to the voices inside his head, Caleb kills himself as this were the wishes of the book Now armed with a grimoire, two voices in his head and an iron resolve to go back home, follow him as he adventures into the land of mystics overruled by demons, witches and emperor's #mystery #fantasy

I was just trying to help them escape. Escape from the person who I thought to be a very convincing thief. I never expected them to be leading me into a trap. A trap I most certainly could not fight my way out of. So their I lie, on the cold, hard asphalt of the trash filled alley way. With not even a shred of light anywhere near, I was completely devoid of any hope that someone would find me. Yet, it was within this cold, fear inducing embrace of darkness that I heard a voice calling out to me. Not from the, what felt like, endless expanse of alley way in front and to my rear. No, this voice was coming from within. It was as if someone was transmitting their voice into my mind. The words spoken by this voice truly shocked me. It was almost beyond belief in fact. [The Gods of Creation gaze upon your existence with a shred of astonishment] [The Gods of Creation wish to reward you for your bravery and selflessness] [You will now be reawakened with a special privilege]