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Uzumaki Clan No Roots

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views

Urban Roots: The Farming System

You know how some people get super excited about their job interviews? Yeah, I wasn’t one of those people. Meet me—Kieran Vale, a broke college grad with a degree I’m still paying for (thanks, student loans). One day, I find myself in the middle of a totally normal scenario: unlocking a mysterious "system" that rewards me for growing organic produce in the city. I mean, who wouldn’t want a farming side hustle on top of their 500 tabs of nonsense? So now, instead of desperately sending out résumés (and failing), I’m out here unlocking farming tools, skill trees, and weather predictions like it’s a game. And guess what? Every time I grow a plant, I get some new gadget. It’s like if Minecraft and real life had a baby, and that baby was... well, me. The system’s even got automated irrigation and AI drones. I don’t know how to feel about that. Am I a farmer or just a tech geek with a green thumb? But wait—there’s more! Just when I think I’ve got it all figured out, city developers show up wanting to bulldoze everything I’m trying to build. Oh, and did I mention the rival farmers who are way too competitive about their rooftop kale? Yeah, there's that too. Apparently, being an urban farmer means playing a weird game of "who can grow the weirdest vegetables while avoiding getting arrested by city officials." Anyway, I’ve got a decision to make: build a farming empire out of thin air, or let the system’s rewards turn me into some kind of weird urban farming legend. But seriously, author, can we have a moment of honesty? Does anyone actually want to farm this much? Because I’m starting to think the system is less "helpful" and more "let’s see how much Kieran can handle before he breaks." So, yeah, this is my chaotic journey of turning dirt into something worth a whole lot more. Let's see where this farming adventure takes me.
SageCrow · 5.7K Views

The destroyer,of the clans,sects and factions.

A man cladded in a black rode walked up the mountain to finally meet his nemesis the guardian ancestors which is ironically led by his great grandmother,he looked back and all he could see where people he had already slaughtered he sighed" maybe I shouldn't have been born anyway" as if getting back to his senses he roared "I don't care,I make decisions and I don't regret them " his voice echoing through vast space that was filled with bodies,every step he took he remembered his losses all of them weighing heavily on him he paused then looked up and behold they where there waiting patiently for him he could smell their helplessness but that wasn't going to stop him from destroying them.on the largest mountain in the universe they stood waiting for him guardian ancestors of clans, sects and factions this people where literally gods but they couldn't help but swallow heavily,the nearer the harbinger of destruction came,the funniest thing is that they knew they couldn't beg,many of them actually wished he could spare them but they also "understood" he couldn't.Their leader the guardian ancestor of the clans sighed and spoke"Here he his everyone,my great grandson the one that has been destined to destroy and put an end to us finally,I hate to break it to you I'm out of motivation at this point it seems this the finally the end"then she clapsed her hand seeing her the guardians also clapsed their hands transferring their essence to their leader who was getting powered up every seconds,then the man arrived upon seeing them he scoffed"I can't believe the guardian ancestors are also making final struggles how touching" then he burst out laughing but the laughter was more of a pained one,all of a sudden his demeanor changed to a very cold and chilling one with a devilish smile he said"well pls put up a good enough fight"
spiritualwriter · 587 Views
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