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Even If I Sleep I Rank

I WAS The Rank–1 Hero

In a world where heroes are the last line of defence against threats, 17 year-old Zane Skylark, was the most powerful of them all—a symbol of strength and justice. Known as the Rank-1 Hero, [Hope]. Zane's every move was praised by the masses, and his victories were legendary. But during a mission, Zane is believed to have died, but only to survive due to an unknown skill—[Immortality]. For 60 long days, Zane's lifeless body remains inactive, as the [Hero Association] declares him dead and appoints a new hero who can mimic Zane’s strength under his hero name [Hope]. "After everything I did for them." After resurrected, Zane finds himself dangled between his past as a 'Rank-1 Hero' and his desire to live a normal life. "It's been almost 3 years... " "Maybe I should return home." Choosing to distance himself from the [Hero Association], he decided to return to his hometown, hoping to bury his past and lead a peaceful existence. "And if the world needs me—then someone else had to take that responsibility." But... can a hero truly abandon their destiny? Or will new challenges and tragedies force Zane to confront his past self and the responsibilities he has left behind? :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: – Newbie Writer here: First of all, Thanks for choosing my story, beside an author, I am also a student but I will do my very best in writing this story. Some times the upload may delay as I have my exams and stuff (hope you understand). I have planned so much for this novel. I will give my very best. Thanks!! – 1500+ words / ch
itsron · 45K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 680.4K Views

If I Can Hate You, Why Can’t You?

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress more. He smirked and said, “Mm, so fiesty?” He smirked, glaring at her and pushing her against the wall. “You are evil Abdullah!” She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. “Just tell me, why?” She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. “Why what?” She cried “Heh” he chuckled, “don’t play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!” He shouted pushing her more against the wall. “Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving” she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. “If I can hate you, why can’t you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of his relationship, I can’t do it anymore just let me go” With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, “If I can’t have you, then no one will” He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there has never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed!
Mardiyyarh_Sani · 8.8K Views

Beast Taming: I Can Even Breed Gods and Demons

Wild Savage Ape → Eight-Arms Mad Ape → Primordial Grey Ape...... After Chen Fan and tens of thousands of people had crossed over to the world of Guardian Beasts, he discovered that he could view the evolution paths and methods of evolution for the Guardian Beasts. The Guardian Beasts he cultivated could assist him in gathering void energy when they killed monsters! When the Golden Gyrfalcon kills fifteen level 12 two-headed bugs, System Energy +450 points were awarded. When the Wild Savage Ape kills eight level 11 Wind Wolves, System Energy +166 points were awarded...... Energy can be used to enhance Star Power, increase mental strength, open up meridians, and even......duplicate other Guardian Beasts’ skills! What skill has your Guardian Beast awoken after breaking through? Excuse me, I really don't care whether my Guardian Beast has awakened any skills because all of your Guardian Beasts’ skills can become my Guardian Beast’s skills. From then on, Chen Fan became insanely fond of raising beasts. ———————————— In the world of monsters...... Mountains, rivers, and plants can all transform and take shape, and even antique swords can cultivate sword spirits. Demons, monsters, giants, elves, insect races......have pushed human's living space to the limit. It was only when the Beastmasters, who could form contracts with monsters, appeared that mankind had a fresh start. Two thousand years later, Chen Fan made his appearance. He tilted his head slightly upward, speaking to his Guardian Beast...... Centuries later, if I become a legend, my tale will surely include you. Centuries later, if you become a legend, I hope that......your tale also includes me. With me in Tang Country, we are unvanquishable! With me on Blue Star, even God Demons should flee!
Colorless Sea · 2.2M Views

The Evening Moon

Kurosawa Katsuki, a high schooler with a fierce, predator-like gaze, plays the role of the kind enforcer in a gang by day, while enduring abuse at the hands of his father, Masarai, a bitter, former star fighter, by night. Despite the gang's bullying, Katsuki secretly tries to soften their impact. A diligent student with a sharp intellect, he dreams of escaping his father’s grip by attending college far away. Yuzuki, a brave classmate who isn’t intimidated by his fearsome gaze, soon notices the kindness hidden beneath Katsuki’s tough exterior. As she learns about his troubled home life, she begins to support him in small ways, even discovering he works at a convenience store to save money. As their bond deepens, Katsuki’s painful past and future ambitions collide, forcing both him and Yuzuki to confront the harsh realities of his life. Will Katsuki be able to endure the pain and suffering until college, or is he doomed to repeat the same miserable fate as his father? This one-shot story about tragedy, bittersweet, and coming-of-age is about to begin! Warning: This story contains graphic content, including depictions of domestic violence, sexual assault, suicide, and dark strategies. It is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for the faint of heart. The narrative explores disturbing themes and the psychological toll of trauma and survival. Please proceed with caution! Treat! Here's the visualisation for the one-shot: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Jh0pDrKy-S_wm1MDB1F8RQXzvJ22UI-J?usp=drive_link
Joeing_25 · 487 Views
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