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Catwoman Pickaxe

Blood Violet: My Underground Journey With My Pickaxe

Space rifts appeared on Earth, leading to the arrival of creatures humanity once thought were nothing more than myths. These beings descended, causing catastrophic events across the planet. Carnage. That was one of the many words used to describe the world after their descent. Luckily, every disaster comes with an opportunity. A game-like panel appeared in front of humanity, granting them abilities and a fighting chance. But even with this newfound power, humanity lacked the time to adapt. Pushed into a corner, they were forced to abandon Earth. With the help of the elves, humanity relocated to a newly discovered, unoccupied planet—a fresh start and a vast world waiting to be explored. Jeff, a youth with a bright smile and an energetic aura, was among the few lucky ones to awaken an innate ability. Not just any ability—it was unique, one that placed him on par with the strongest survivors of humanity. His ability? Weapon Manifestation. It allowed him to conjure weapons out of thin air, weapons that could evolve into legendary forms. The strongest survivor wielded Sword Manifestation, a weapon that cut through armies. The second strongest wielded Spear Manifestation, dominating the battlefield with precision and power. Finally, the day came when Jeff fulfilled the requirements to evolve his ability. Everyone was eager to see what weapon he’d manifest. Would it be a sword? A spear? Perhaps an axe, hammer, bow, staff, shield, or even a gun? But as the light settled, the weapon revealed itself. “A PICKAXE?!” everyone exclaimed, their disbelief echoing.
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I Became the Black Swan Mother of the White Swan Princess

OutLIER By LIER Non-hoLIER These are the words I am scared of, and I don't think this will go away for the rest of my life. I have been seen by others like foLIAR. [I just need something to happen] My name is Foliaris Capote... I read it somewhere... In the newspaper in which they brought food, not for me... I was special... I got all the food... –Left near the pile of newspapers, where I claimed food less but stories more... I got great stories... As a matter of fact, I learned my English from the place... I still can't thank that coal mine enough. It was so valuable that people around me didn't do much work and sat around eating who knows what was inside the newspaper... stealing and ravaging... But when a man with a pickaxe came, they offered him their food with a smile and some teeth waiting to be crushed in fights again... that man was Iso... Iso Pomo... and for some reason, he didn't eat any food; he gave it to me. Maybe it was because he didn't feel like eating after seeing ugly black toothless of a fat man. Well, that might be the only reason I can think of; otherwise, why would he choose a girl hiding like a boy with a beaten and swollen face... why would he? And remembering it makes me smile; it was not usual to get food and stories at the same time... it was not usual to be working, kind of, and getting paid with a free course of English learning with some meal of lucky and free cave with running water on the ground and from the ceiling all the time... books reading made me forget everything... It was a nice time reading the stories... But... was it worth getting beaten so many times that I can't remember a grumpy jealous man JUST FOR GETTING BACK AT HIM AND taking revenge on ISO GRANDE POMO.... -WE MIGHT KNOW... -WE MUST KNOW... -WE SHOULD KNOW The photo is not mine it's from pinterest.
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