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How To Motivate Yourself All The Time

The Heroines All Want to Kill Me

In the fantastical empire fraught with crises, the shadow of the Demon King looms ever closer. Frey, as the eldest son of a hero family that has endured for thousands of years, shoulders the mission of preventing the Demon King from devouring the world. It turns out that according to the family's prophecy book, his ancestor was teleported to this world after insulting the game "Dark Fantasy" in another world. The ancestor managed to achieve a satisfactory ending by relying on the game's knowledge. In the sequel, "Dark Fantasy 2", for a happy ending to be unlocked, the hero must first destroy the world to obtain the "system". In the previous "game", Frey committed countless evil deeds. After successfully obtaining the "Pseudo - Evil Path" system, he was reborn to the day before entering the academy. However, his evil actions made five heroines harbor intense hatred for him in the previous life. After being reborn, they awakened their past - life memories and were bent on revenge. These heroines included the future prime minister, the great mage, the saintess, Kania, the cursed dark mage, and the imperial princess. Before entering the academy, Kania, who served as a maid in the duke's family and was a dark mage, attempted to assassinate Frey several times, such as by poisoning his food. Frey defused the crises with his "Intuition of the Pseudo - Evil". He also discovered that Kania was on the verge of death due to a curse, and the effect of the curse would weaken when she was by his side. The key to saving her might lie with her younger sister. Therefore, while hinting at his coveting of her sister to maintain her hatred, Frey injected vitality into her, even though it would shorten his own lifespan. After entering the academy, at the welcome party, the nobles indulged in extravagance and bullied the commoners. Frey rescued Irina, the future great mage who was caught by the nobles. He used the system skills "Information Detection" and "Emergency Defense" to resolve the fatal curse and earned evil points. Upon moving into the dormitory, Kania became Frey's attendant, which was the result of her request to Frey's father. If Frey caused trouble, he would be expelled from the academy. Meanwhile, Frey found that he could neither view nor upgrade his attributes except for his spiritual power. He could only accumulate points by completing tasks. Moreover, Perosh Astrad, the "Pure White Saintess", also harbored a strong murderous intent towards Frey due to her past - life memories. In this perilous world, Frey has to deal with the pursuit of the heroines while solving the empire's problems. Whether he can accumulate points, unravel the mysteries, defeat the Demon King, and survive remains a suspenseful question.
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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
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