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Dagashi Kashi Beer

The Musings of The Silver Fox

Alternative Title - "Since I’m Reborn in Another World’s Oldest Country By My Ancestor, I Guess I’ll Have To Settle On Being ‘Racist’" Through the years of my past life, the moment I was born, you could say I watched and observed things coming from this person whose family being influential yet low-key and hidden. It was a practice started by my famiglia's first patriarch for the purpose of expanding the network of our famiglia's business and intelligence with layers of front organizations and entities handling the operations as the 'public face'. Our famiglia's first patriarch, he was the starter of everything and the one who set the foundations of our famiglia while we continue building and expanding his foundations. During my breaks, and vacation, from my other occupation, I play a certain game. The game itself while it is a fantasy and having a magic, it served as one of my training tools, knowing that the reality I live in does not have magic, and the reality itself, for example, me, able to go the speed beyond Mach 10 without devices. One day while partially drunk after drinking beer cans, my device suddenly had a reincarnate to another world offer by none other the first patriarch himself. After reading and understanding, I accepted it, reincarnating to the world similar to the game I used to play. From there, as a reincarnated citizen of Blue Star's oldest civilization and state under the same ruling royal dynasty, after reading the history books and records and many more accounted, I came to accept why the citizens of this country jokingly refer to the foreign persons from the younger countries and civilizations as 'youngsters' I'm now a full-fledged 'racist'! While I'm able now utilize full of myself , living the way I want in this new life, time to watch, learn, and replicate the swordsmanship techniques of every poor son of the gun, be it monsters, or mankind, in this world. Oh yeah, did you know there's a form of magic in this world? P.S. Also published in Wattpad and Scribblehub
Wahbtsa · 5.3K Views

SYSTEM MISSION: TAME THE MAFIA BOSS

“Your mission is to retrieve an artifact that was lost a long time ago. But that artifact wasn’t here in our realm. You have to find it on Earth. Someone had stolen the item ages ago and escaped. It was time to search for it again and try to have it back. It is destructive for Earth. We know their world was much more fragile than ours. And I chose you for this mission, General Rizika, for I believe in you. The kingdom as well. Will you accept the mission?” The king announced. [System: Mission: Retrieve the Autonus artifact.] [System: Please confirm.] “System, confirm.” She announced with a hard tone. [System: Mission: Retrieve the Autonus artifact confirmed. The tasks would start upon reaching Earth.] When she crossed the portal. [System: Hello, Rizika. Welcome to Earth.] [System: Checking your body...] ‘Wait, your voice changed.’ The male robotic voice that her system had in Albria had turned into a girly voice with a high-pitched tone. It wasn’t robotic at all. It seemed like there was a teenager in her head. [System: Loading resources...] [System: Opening...] [Glamour: Cool, Chic, Vibrant, Natural, Hot, Sunny. Select which one.] Each one was showing an image of her face with the makeup. [Footwear: Flipflops] [Jewelries: Star-studded earrings, bangle bracelet, diamond pendant necklace] [Other accessories: None] [Gold chest: None] [System: This is a Goddess system. Start with the mission to earn and visit beauty shops.] “A Goddess system? What the hell?! This is a fucking scandal!” She wasn’t done rampaging yet. “An—” She was panting in furiousness. “An insult! A debauchery to my career!” She went to a nearby tree and punched the sturdy bark. She had never even touched any makeup in her life. She was solely focused on training, fighting, and drinking beer with the knights. She’s a respectable general in her kingdom. Never in her life did she even wear a girl’s clothes outside of her standard military dress robe uniform. Sure, she had suitors, for despite how manly her actions and status are, her natural beauty was remarkable in the entire kingdom. She did not even pay attention to it. “System, do you know what’s the freaking mission?” It was a sarcastic question. “It’s to ret—” [System Mission: Tame the Mafia Boss] "What the actual fuck?" AN: Be warned for cursing, vulgarity, and sexiness. This is also the first time I write about systems. But it would focus in romance. > Please do check out my other story, THE RUNAWAY HUNTRESS. Thank you so much.
IzannahFrame · 8.5K Views

Beyond the Mistake

What the hell? Is it true? Is she-oh my gosh!? Whispers ripple through the university halls. Everyone is talking about her. She is Mandy-a girl who embodies quiet elegance, sharp intelligence, and an effortless air of sophistication. Though she exudes an aura of understated wealth, she remains grounded and unassuming. As a member of the campus band Black Panther, Mandy is admired not just for her talent but also for her poise and grace. She's never been swayed by the charm of the school's usual heartthrobs, carving out her own path away from the spotlight of cliché romances. Enter Dreid-the ultimate alpha male. Rich, athletic, and effortlessly charismatic, he's the guy every girl dreams about. But Mandy never gave him much thought, and Dreid's heart was always set on his best friend, Shantal. Everything changes during the annual school festival. Dreid, devastated by the news that his first love is marrying someone else, drowns his sorrows in beer-eight bottles deep. Meanwhile, Mandy, frustrated with her own troubles, drinks more than she should. Two lost souls. One reckless night. When they wake up together, confusion sets in. Blurred memories, unanswered questions, and a growing sense of dread. What happened between them? And how did they end up here? They agree to move forward with their lives. No attachments, no expectations. But as they're forced to confront each other, Mandy finds herself seeing Dreid in a way she never expected. And for Dreid, feelings he thought were impossible begin to surface. Sometimes, the most unexpected nights lead to the most life-changing stories.
Lexiaftermidnight · 1K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 7.5K Views

Game's Villain; The World of the Anima

… My head… it's fucking hurt! I feel like someone is pounding inside my head, holding inside of my brain, as if it were wrapped in a woman's firm thigh… Coiling there around my head, squeezing them into submission… My head felt like it was about to split open, spilling memories of cheap beer, it tasted like horse piss. Loud music that can make the ear deaf. What the hell! I groan, squinting against the unfamiliar, Luxurious surroundings. This isn't some dingy bar with sticky floors and questionable clientele. Where are those men rubbing shoulders with each other! And Lisa! That fucking slūt! Did she hide this from me! Bītch! This isn't luxurious? It's more like a damn hoarder's wet dream. ‘Asher Aegis,' the name echoed in his mind, a bitter curse on his tongue. He was Asher Aegis, the infamous villain from "Eternal Heroes: The New Dawn of Desire," a notorious VR game notorious for its brutal realism and adult themes. [Additional Tags]: #Fantasy | Adventure | Swords & Magic | System | Monsters | Dark Elements | Dragons | #Gods | Goddesses| Sexual Content | Demons | Angels | Non-Human Characters | #Beautiful Female Leads | Multiple Lovers | Milf | Teacher & Student Relationship | Obsessive Affection| Cold Female Leads | Villainess | | Doting Lovers | Yanderes | Maids | Master-Servant Relationship | #Game-Elements | World System | Level-Up | Multiple Sub-power system | #Overpowered Protoganist | Handsome MC | Protoganist strong from the start| Anti-Hero | Ruthless MC | Cold MC | Villain | Lack of Morality | Hard working | Power Stealing | Strong to Stronger | Evolution | Selfish | Self-centred | Crazy | Genius #Taboos [Special Tags] #Taboo Subjects #No Yuri #No NTR (This Book has taken Inspiration from Several works! If you find some similarities between them, it is because of it. However, as the plot progresses there would be different thing's from those works.)
Ellucid_Dreams · 474.3K Views

Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”
Fredrick_Udele · 19.1K Views
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