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Muscle Man Sleep Fights

Protoganist's Sidekick Fights Back

A mysterious object triggers Arya's sudden death, reincarnating him into a world of cultivation, spiritual beasts, and powerful sects. Reborn as Su Kang, a genius of the prestigious Su family, he befriends Li Fang, and they embark on numerous adventures together. However, Li Fang, shielded by a seemingly invincible "protagonist's halo," recklessly offends powerful individuals and engages in constant face-slapping for even the pettiest of reasons. Though Su Kang tries to help his friend, Li Fang remains unfazed by the dangers he attracts. Ultimately, tragedy strikes. Those close to Li Fang perish one by one, yet his numbers of female companions continues to grow, even taking Su Kang's own fiancée. Li Fang's enemies, relentless in their pursuit, eventually destroy Su Kang's family and take his life. But now, Su Kang has been granted a glimpse into the future. He has seen the destruction that awaits him and his family. This time, he will not be a mere sidekick to the "child of destiny." This time, Su Kang will fight back. His battle, however, will lead him to an unexpected battlefield: The heart of Li Fang's captivating and mature mother, Bai Yunxi. Su Kang: "I have always admired you, and I want to marry you." Bai Yunxi: "You... What are you talking about? [He traded vengeance for a lover's heart, To win the battle for a mother's heart.] _____________________________________ [It's my first novel so I there will be some mistakes but bear with me.]
TheLazyDreamer · 74K Views

Berserk: Beast Fight

In a Japan where the spiritual world intertwines with everyday life, Kazuo Shishi, an 18-year-old high school student with an explosive temper, lives a life far from ordinary. Known as the "rakai" of his school, this brave brawler hides a secret far more dangerous than his fist: a "beast gift" that gives him the abilities of a humanoid lion. With sharp reflexes, raw strength and animal instincts, Kazuo embodies the "lion heart" within him.But an ancient evil threatens to devour the world. The Lord of the Beasts, a beastly entity sealed in a dark dimension, is trying to escape to conceive a half-human, half-god heir destined to plunge the Earth into chaos. To achieve this, he sends fearsome minions, spiritual and mortal creatures, responsible for the weaknesses and defenses of the earth. Alongside two high school friends with supernatural powers - one able to see the future and the other to manipulate gravity - Kazuo engages in an occult war to prevent the birth of this being of destruction. Between violent encounters and mundane escapes, such as trips to the cinema or the park, Kazuo must also juggle an unexpected love triangle, his friends and a family who know nothing of his dark secret. "Berserk: Beast Fight" is a gripping and impactful Book that combines violence, drama and the supernatural. Through dynamic dialogue, a long and meaty plot, and no-holds-barred language, Kazuo and his friends are immersed in a fierce struggle between their teenage lives and their fight to save the world.
Charo_sama · 14.8K 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 · 706.4K Views
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