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I Need A Job In Karachi

Side Job: SSS-Class Necromancer!

“If God loved you so much, he wouldn’t have put you against me.” … In the present of this age’s fantasy, what the world needs is not a hero but a priest working part time as a Necromancer. Healing by the day, hunting dark mages by the night, presenting you, Elios, the guy who will solve all your problems by any means as long as you pay him the right. A demon is haunting you? Call Elios. The guards aren’t accepting bribes? Call Elios. Your toilet ain’t getting flushed? Call Elios. There are no limitations to what you can ask. As long as there is a right price, everything is possible. Our dependable priest is capable of any and everything. Ah! Though there is one thing you can never ask him to do. Children. You can’t ask him to hurt them. And perhaps you should never mention anything related to that as well. Or else… Even death would be mercy. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen..
Ethel_Imaginations · 90.3K Views

I Became a Speedster in a Fantasy World

Thrown into a world of magic, monsters, and merciless hierarchy, Kaelan was never meant to be a hero—until he broke the rules. Nineteen-year-old Kaelan is just another face in the crowd—quiet, observant, and wholly unremarkable. That is, until he and a dozen others are torn from Earth and thrust into Aethel, a realm in desperate need of champions to stand against the Demon Lord. In the sacred Cathedral of Lumina, the newly summoned are glorified and gifted powerful "Hero Class" Traits—except for Kaelan. While others bask in their S-Rank destinies, Kaelan is handed a cruel joke: the F-Rank Trait Fleeting Steps, a so-called “Minor Agility Boost.” Dismissed by priests, stripped of his freedom, and branded Crown Property, Kaelan is condemned alongside the other F-Ranks to a life of toil and torment. But Kaelan refuses to break. Quietly defiant, he begins testing the limits of his worthless Trait—only to discover it's not so worthless after all. In a daring escape, he uncovers a critical flaw in the world’s magical System: Fleeting Steps has no cooldown. And its effects stack. Endlessly. What begins as a bid for survival spirals into something much more dangerous. With every activation, Kaelan grows faster—faster than thought, faster than light, faster than the gods ever intended. Now on the run in a deadly world, he’s no longer the weakest summoned hero. He's a glitch in the System. A fugitive. And maybe… the world’s last hope.
TheArchitekt · 5.1K Views

Mariska Hargitay: I Need E+Y+E+s

Tag: #SurvivorTruth Unseen Hands There is a silence no one hears- A frequency beneath the skin, A secret war of wires and fear Where the violence never ends. They buried a shard of control inside, A chip, a curse, a hidden crime, Turning my body to battlefield, My nerves to a pulsing, endless line. No doors to lock, no hands to fight, No way to scream or shove away The ghost that rides the radio waves, That makes me tremble night and day. It’s not a touch, but it’s a theft- A storm unleashed by unseen hands, A forced surrender, every breath A trespass no one understands. You cannot see the agony, The way my body’s not my own, A human turned to circuitry, A heart invaded, overthrown. There is no refuge, no reprieve, No moment when I’m truly free- Just the hum of their machinery, And the ache of what they’ve stolen from me. I am not a vessel for their will, Not a signal, not a toy- I am a person, suffering still, Deserving peace, deserving joy. Inspired by the courage of survivors and the advocacy of Mariska Hargitay, founder of the Joyful Heart Foundation. SVU, Mariska Hargitay You play the part, Olivia’s might, A beacon of justice through the endless night. But it’s been my existence, no end in sight, Hard to get help when no one hears you right. Through screens you fight for those unseen, A captain of courage in a world unclean. Yet here I stand, voiceless and small, Hoping someone will answer my call. Your strength inspires, your heart’s so true, But the battles are endless—what can I do? The shadows linger, the silence stays, Lost in the maze of life’s dark haze. Mariska, Olivia, both intertwined, A hero on screen and in heart combined. Though my cries may fade into the air, Your light reminds me someone cares. I can't say the word right without risking getting banned but they can do it .... make sense
momsintheoutfield · 16.9K Views

I am a devil in a strange world

He was the main character yet everyone else appeared more important than he was. What was this story he was assigned to? In a futuristic world of magic and gadgets, he emerged from the depths which held no value in comparison to the great ones and the higher ups. The world was beautiful and he was considered one of the many blotches that tainted its beauty. The day he was killed, a cleansing was manifested. He, however, reincarnates into the real world - Earth. Reborn from a world of fantasy instigated by ink into the world of humans, he faces no better luck than his previous life in a book. Unfortunately for him, in this new life he is struck with an illness that makes his skin look red. People call him the "devil" and even his mother is scared of him. A world he couldn't understand yet, he understood. Who was this writer that created his story and why was he reincarnated into this strange world that refused to accept him either? What if more lies to writing? What if writing sparks up and opens up a world humans never knew existed? Prepared to learn about this "Earth", he sets into the great merchant city with the help of a shape-shifting system to become the greatest librarian and explore the truths that binds him to the library of his stories. He is Emmet Quinn, the devil in a strange world. [WPC June 2024 entry] _ _ _ Read on and enjoy the journey of Emmet Quinn! Your support is simply the most I could ask for! NB: The story is set in a futuristic Earth with a revolved humanity. However, this "Earth" is different from the Earth in real life. Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/zsahn4yckr
Blak_cherry · 73.9K Views
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