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Loki Sees His Mother Died

died to become stronger

synopsis:murim adalah dunia yg sangat kejam bagi siapa saja yg tidak memiliki kekuatan,dan aku adalah salah satu dari banyak orang yg tidak memiliki kekuatan,bukan hanya tidak memiliki kekuatan,aku juga sering sakit sakitan dan tubuhku sangat lemah di tambah kedua orang tuaku telah tiada dan aku hidup sendirian di sebuah gubuk yg di sampingnya ada sebuah kuil kecil yg biasanya di buat olehku untuk meneduh dari hujan karna gubuk itu selalu bocor,dan suatu hari saat sedang hujan lebat serta petir di mana mana aku berada di dalam gubuk,menggigil kedinginan dan juga kelaparan,kupikir hidupku akan berakhir namun saat aku sudah menutup mata dan pasrah tiba tiba muncul sebuah suara aneh,[ding]sistem revive terpicu aktif,kupikir aku sedang berhalusinasi sebelum mati,namun tiba tiba ada sebuah petir menyambar gubuk kecil ku dan akhirnya terbakar dan aku mati,namun secara tak terduga aku kembali bangkit di samping gubuku yg sudah hancur lebur karna di sebabkan oleh petir tadi,di saat aku sedang kebingungan suara yg kupikir aku sedang berhalusinasi tadi muncul kembali bersamaan dengan munculnya sebuah layar di hadapanku,dan di layar tersebut menunjukan bagian bagian tubuhku yg sedang cedera atau juga yg sedang baik baik saja,dan juga jumlah kekuatanku juga di tampilkan di sana termasuk jumlah qi internalku yg berjumlah cuma :10,dan di bawah sistem ada sebuah tulisan bertuliskan dead:1,aku tidak mengerti maksudnya apa namun tiba tiba ada segerombolan serigala menuju ke arahku,sebelum sempat menyerang aku sudah di bunuh,dan aku terbangun lagi di tempat yg sama namun sekarang aku merasa ada yg berubah dari diriku,aku merasa lebih kuat dan lebih sehat,kupikir aku sedang bermimpi di bunuh oleh segerombolan serigala namun saat aku melihat ke arah bajuku ada bekas cakaran dan gigitan di bajuku namun anehnya tubuhku baik baik saja,malahan aku terkejut melihat tubuhku menjadi lebih berotot dan saat aku berdiri aku juga merasa lebih tinggi,dan layar itu muncul kembali dan ada beberapa yg berubah mulai dari gambar bagian bagian tubuhku yg memiliki kondisi yg sangat bagus,tulang tulangku mulai menjadi lebih kuat,semua bagian tubuhku mulai mengalami perubahan,dan saat aku melihat ke genangan air aku melihat wajahku yg tampak tampan,dan saat aku melihat kembali ke layar qi ku bertambah menjadi berjumlah 85 qi,dan aku mulai bisa merasakan qi dan bisa menggunakannya walapun masih susah,dan tulisan di bawah yg bertuiliskan dead yg awalnya berjumlah 1 menjadi 2,kemudian aku sadar aku bisa menjadi lebih kuat dengan cara mati,dan setelah aku merasa sedikit senang suara itu muncul lagi,[ding]misi utama,setiap anda mati sebanyak 5 kali,anda akan di beri hadiah:satu teknik tingkat random antara tingkat menengah sampai tingkat surga dan qi sebanyak 100,dan setiap satu kali mati tubuh dan fisik anda akan bertambah kuat dan akan di beri 20 qi setiap satu kali mati,dan jika anda memiliki pertanyaan anda bisa menayakannya ke saya, aku terkejut sebentar namun aku sadar aku harus mati untuk menjadi lebih kuat,dan aku memutuskan untuk tinggal di kuil dan menyendiri untuk mati dengan cara bunuh diri atau di bunuh hewan liar untuk mati dan menjadi kuat dengan cepat
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Fear of Seeing God

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The struggled mother

Aisha's life is a stark portrait of resilience forged in the crucible of relentless adversity. A single mother of five sons, each a living testament to a man who abandoned her, she endures the ceaseless, corrosive scorn of her close-knit community. Branded a "loose woman," her reputation precedes her, isolating her in a suffocating atmosphere of judgment. Her days are punctuated not only by the whispered disapproval of her neighbors, but also by the daily struggle to provide for her children, often with meager resources. Her reflection in a cracked mirror, a constant reminder of her shattered past and the seemingly insurmountable challenges of her present, becomes a symbol of her fragmented identity. Yet, beneath the crushing weight of despair, Aisha's fierce, unwavering love for her sons acts as a defiant shield. This love fuels her quiet rebellion against the societal forces that seek to break her spirit, driving her to find strength where none seems to exist. The story delves into the profound impact of societal judgment, particularly on women, exploring the ways in which it can isolate and dehumanize. It also illuminates the indomitable strength of female resilience, highlighting the power of maternal love to transcend even the most harrowing circumstances, and ultimately, to pave a path toward a fragile, hard-won hope. Beyond the societal scorn, her life is a constant battle against poverty. Each sunrise brings the daunting task of stretching meager resources to feed and clothe her five sons. Market days become a gauntlet of haggling and bartering, where every coin is a hard-won victory. Her hands, calloused and worn, tell the story of countless hours spent washing clothes, mending garments, and tending to the small, stubborn patch of land that provides a meager supplement to their diet. The boys, ranging in age from toddler to teenager, are both her burden and her salvation. They are a constant source of worry, yet their laughter and innocent affection provide the only respite from the crushing weight of her circumstances. This daily struggle, this relentless fight for survival, becomes another layer of her resilience, a testament to her unwavering determination to protect her children.
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