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*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

Vous êtes vous déjà sentie trahis, blessé, utilisé, humilié ? Avez-vous été bienveillant et soucieux avec des gens qui n'en ont jamais valu la peine ? Avez vous déjà questionner le sens de votre existence dans ce monde ? Si nous savions ce que la vie nous réservait, nous refuserions sans doute de naître. Et c'est pour ça que la vie est sage de nous tromper. Et aujourd'hui, l'humanité fait face des menaces qui pourraient la mener à sa perte. Une chose est sur la boîte de Pandore a été ouverte, en espérant que cela ne soit pas le crépuscule de l'humanité.

Bored with all the other worn-out games on the market a virgin gaming addict named Martin goes onto the dark web in search of a new game. It was after many hours of going through seedy chat rooms and dealing with obvious hackers, he found exactly what he was looking for. An RPG without a title. A game that ranted and raved about its hyper-realistic graphics and its nightmarish difficulty. But this didn't impress Martin, however, the obese shut-in would soon find out that the game he was about to play was going to be much more realistic than he originally thought.

Billy is a Human from earth who is transmigration into the body of a 1 year old child in the fantasy Kingdom of Brittania. What can he do with a fistful of ambition and a whole lotta potential? IMPORTANT!!! I am a New writer and would like constructive criticism not hate. I know its generic for knew authors to say this and write the worst shit possible and if you see me making plot holes plz point them out. This is not a Harem not sure if it's a romance but there's a High chance for intersex relations between the MC and an alive willing maybe human woman. I am trying to stretch my creativity muscles by making this masterpiece of a story that even Tolkien would cry in sheer joy when reading. The MC will most likely be prone to ranting about things in his past life. There may be some subtle or overt influences from anime, mythology or legends because I'm a huge anime and mythology fan.

Our Main Character here is Isekai'd after he is just finished with his 1,000 words ranting about how trashy are those Herbivorous Protagonists in that so called "Harem" Novels/Animes/Mangas that they still keep their virginity even after 300 Chapters, 20 Volumes or 100 Episodes has passed over, with the number of their womans keep increasing but not a single one have ever been devoured by the Protagonist. An Almighty Goddess who at that time is also online in the internet forum and happens to read about our Main Character's rants is also agree with our Main Character's ranting and decides to sent Main Character to another world that is a fusion of some Animes/Mangas/Novels mixed up with each other. The Goddess Almighty also gives our Main Character a Goldenfinger, a System where everytime our Main Character disrupt the Protagonist or messed up the Story Plot in that World, he will get a Random Reward. And thus began the adventure of our Main Character here, to mess up with the Plot of the World, beating down the Trashy Male Protagonists to their demise and picks up any Good Female Protagonists (Yes, you read that right, Female Protagonists, not some mere Heroines) as his Wives. ..... Author's Notes: Release Speed: 1 Chapter from Monday to Saturday, 1 Chapter for every 100 Stones/Reviews on Sunday. Each Chapter contains 1,200-1,500 Words. After being Unemployed for Two Years, I decided to Seriously Authoring Novel to Make a Living. You can read Nine Advanced Chapters more than in the webnovel (that means you're More than One Whole Week Ahead!) by supporting me on my Pàtréon: https://www.pãtreōn.com/Asmadhi if you're using PC or just pãtreōn.com/Asmadhi if you're using smartphone You can also support me in Webnovel by throwing Power Stones and/or leaving Positive Reviews. Thank you very much for reading my works, and Your Supports are My Motivation! " \ ( ^ ∆ ^ ) / "

Aight bois. This is coming from an author and a reader: most of y'all's writing sucks. Readers shouldn't have to turn their brains off to enjoy your writing... That's just forcing them to be a zombie and mindlessly passing time by, ain't no enjoyment there. So in case you couldn't tell already, this will be very blunt. Thus, here's some things to keep in mind as you read. 1. If you're just going to hear and not listen, skedaddle. Hearing is having it go through one ear and out the other, listening is paying attention and making the effort to understand. 2. Toss your pride away. Yeet it across the ocean. I've seen sooo many authors unable to take constructive criticism and INSIST on improper grammar because they couldn't admit they did something wrong. 3. If you think your writing is good, then it's terrible. Simple. Reason: If you think your writing is good, then you stop looking for ways to improve it and it stagnates. Even the best of the best authors (on wn and traditional books) have room for improvement so don't be like "ah it's good enough" or "there's no where else to improve." 4. Don't listen aggressively. I.e. listening only to find faults in what the person says and use it disprove their claim. One example is waiting for your opponent to make a grammar mistake.  This is different from debate tactics to lead your opponent into logical trap and use their fallacies they accidentally left behind to invalidate everything they said. It's hard to notice, but the main difference is that someone who listens aggressively is no longer open minded or calm. They're usually narrow minded and stubborn to admit they're wrong in those moments and are very easy to manipulate bc they're blinded so ye. Did I leave some traps within the logic presented here? Maybe. Don't be an idiot and you won't have to find out. Side note: apologies if this boi comes off as ranting, bc it is. The average wn quality is on par with mtl childrens books, which is infuriating bc now there's hardly anything good left to read.

[Revamping! Updates would be regular once I get free from school] "She was lucky enough to transmigrate but that mysterious duo sucked all her joy!" ------- Excerpt: "She is messing our world, Kaden!" ThunderBill roared, fumes raging out of his nose. "She is gambling with her own system! And worse, is causing a ruckus for every quest!" He added, but the guy sat there uninterested. "She even KISSED you in front of those humans!" He ranted, his voice almost echoing in that empty hall! "We have seen enough, Kaden!" Berlina, his dear wife finally expressed her thoughts and he was glad that she was able to catch that stubborn guy's attention. "Do you want me to change her death date?" Berlina asked the moment Kaden finally met her eyes. "Not needed! I will talk with your higher-ups." Kaden declared and got up from his seat to walk out. "Bruh, so much for a girl!!!!" ThunderBill groaned, slumping back on the couch. Liking someone was fine! But to point of risking your own life? He couldn't understand that part! ---- Welcome to this new world of entertainment, where, interesting things are yet to happen, new ships are bound to sail and of course, mental torture is sure to amuse you! This story is about Luna, who was transmigrated in the body of Hazel Gray, oh wait with a duckling that claimed to be her system! Not to forget, the mysterious mentor dude who tagged along, unusually strange than the normal humans around. Interested about her dudely duckling? Then, join me in this new venture as our Luna uncovers new mysteries of her past life. ---- The cover is not mine! Credits to the artist~

Just a place for my ideas to be put in. It can be things that range from creatures or concepts for worlds. Or just deranged rants. Take them with a grain of salt and if you want to take my creations then do as you wish but just tell me and give a few shrapnels of credit, or don’t which I physically can’t stop you from doing. Thanks!

Officer Draven gets transferred to a smaller town for a secret mission. With his colleagues incessantly ranting about the town's best cake spot, he hops on the trend. Stopping by to feed his curiosity, he meets the grumpy owner and is determined to torment her, but when he tastes a creamier bite and is getting addicted, he discovers she is a part of his secret mission. As an addict, how much more starvation can he endure?

Liam had always lived a hard and boring life. Going through the same thing again and again. Forcing himself to keep living for the sake of a promise made years ago. He had thought he was going to live and die like this... When something unusual happened in his life, freeing him. ------------------- "Welcome, host. I know you must be scared but there's nothing to worry about. I won't harm you as long as you fulfill what's asked of you..." Liam looked with his eyes full of disbelief towards the weird glass ball, hovering in the air and ranting. "Wait are you one of those systems? The ones in books." The glass ball, yes he was going to call it that for the time being, looked at him (atleast that's what he felt, it didn't exactly have eyes) than patiently replied. "Yes, you may call me Demyx. " ---------------------- That was the start of his life new life. He had to face lots of hardships with his dark past haunting him. But he was happy... MC is the top. --------------------

Goblins They are the weakest race just next to a slime, novice adventurers practices against them. But when a Goblin Chief was born, disaster and terror struck in the nearby villages. The city lords would have to send high rank adventurers just to subdue the chief along with the goblin hordes. But, what if, one day, a king was born? It is the mark of revolution, a change that will terrorize gods and demons alike. Powers will shift and those who are at the top became the prey, and those who are in the bottom are now the monster that hunts. _____ Photo not mine but was created by John-Stone-Art, an amazing digital artist! This is your amatuer but not so-nice writer, Teika! I'm not open for suggestion or interested in your rants but I do care about my well-being so stfu if you will just condemn my little work, anyway this is a story you'll probably enjoy, if you like a non-human mc without remorse towards his past kind, humans. I'm just starting and building up the world and characters, so expect the slow updates. Have a fckin' awesome day, y'all.

Not a conventional thing by any means but I just wanted to clear my thoughts that I have on a daily basis with a little spin to it I guess … tell me if you are interested and want to hear more

Di sebuah sekolah dikota tokyo yang bernama sekolah fujuhan adalah sekolah yang sangat brutal dan terkenal sangat kuat, dikarnakan sekolah tersebut sering tawuran dengan sekolah yang berada di kota tokyo juga diluar tokyo. Disaat itu ada seorang anak bernama kenzo yang baru pindah ke kota tokyo dan bersekolah di sekolah fujuhan. kenzo terkenal dengan anak yang memakai hoodie,memakai masker dan tanpa negosiasi dalam bertindak. kenzo adalah anak dari ketua yakuza terbesar di Jepang, tetapi ayah kenzo tidak pernah menampakan kenzo ke publik karna ayah kenzo ingin kenzo bisa memimpin tanpa embel embel orang tua kenzo, dari kecil kenzo di didik sangat keras hingga dulu tulang rusuk kenzo pernah patah akibat di pukul oleh ayah kenzo memakai balok kayu dan menyebabkan kenzo sampai koma 1 bulan. kenzo tidak tertarik memimpin fujuhan dikarnakan kenzo benci kursi kepemimpinan ayah nya, soalnya dulu kenzo sempat melihat ayah nya memenggal kepala anak buah nya akibat telah gagal menjalan kan tugas yang di berikan ayah kenzo. di kota tokyo terdapat 7 sekolah yang populer dengan kekuatan nya, yang pertama fujuhan dengan ranting no 1, yang kedua ada sekolah demon dipimpin oleh Korawa yang berulang kali bentrok sama sekolah fujuhan. yang ketiga ada sekolah hilton dengan zisa sebagai pemimpin yang sangat misterius keempat ada sekolah gusen, kelima ada sekolah poliur angle, ke enam ada sekolah far fair dan ketujuh ada sekolah sana sate, itulah ketujuh sekolah terkuat di kota tokyo. disekolah fujuhan banyak konflik yang bakal terjadi dikarnakan banyak yg ingin merebut tempat utama untuk menguasai fujuhan. fujuhan juga bakal banyak konflik dengan ke tujuh sekolah terkuat di Tokyo. selanjutnya ayah kenzo selalu memantau perkembangan kekuatan kenzo dari kejauhan lewat mata mata yg bersekolah di fujuhan. kenzo bertemu dengan seorang gadis di sebuah gang kecil karna ingin di perkosa oleh segerombolan preman, dan preman tersebut menuntut balas atas kejadian yg telah kenzo buat.

George looked in Jean's direction, glad she was safe, the rescuers had pulled him out despite his rants about losing her. His heart nearly gave out, he had scratch marks from grazing against the trees but those were the least of his worries. Up ahead, he saw a tall guy with raven black hair talking to Scarlett, from time to time, his eyes drifted to Jean, he looked drenched all the same and he nodded when a staff handed him a blanket shaking his hand. "Who's that?" He asked the lady who was done dabbing his wounds. "He prefers to remain anonymous but he saved the young lady's life. Come on, we have to stitch up those deep cuts." *** Cover Credit to the Artist Source: Pinterest

Just poems, songs and rants from a shameless author

Disclaimer: I don't own the game franchises listed here. it's basically a rant on me stating things on how to make a good game for certain franchises. and "perfect" is very debatable feel free to disagree

Odetta Lawrence has a secret, she is posing as Olivia Reyes, a renowned breakout fashion designer. The world was finally recognizing her for her talents but not as her true self. She falls in love with the distrustful bigshot CEO of Luxe Textiles, Edward Cummings and Edward is falling for Olivia, but what happens if she lets her heart lead? Will she give up her career for love or love for her career? *** I hear she assaulted a local in Delhi, what a racist. _Exes15 Olivia scoffed tossing her phone into her purse and zipped it up clapping her hands together. "If you'd like, I'd put up that outfit," He leaned on the wall. "Maybe buy it off your hands," She spread her arms to keep them apart, Edward just had the best way of endearing her and she stood her ground. "You...you will?" She nearly forgot about the headlines. They walked together on the beach, she held her hands together. "I appreciate that," She bit her lip. He stepped in front of her and she stopped "I could grab my boat_" "Yes, I'd love to sail," Tasha stepped in wearing a green wrap up bikini and fabric around her waist, she rolled her eyes when Dante nudged her and she blushed. "Quit bugging me alright?" She said and bit down a laugh then blinked at Olivia. "Poor dear, I'm so sorry about that guy...," Olivia fidgeted locking her fingers, "Nevermind," Edward held her shoulder and she disliked his advances. "I know, he was really good looking, I guess you never can tell," She ranted holding on to a bunch of keys and sighed. "The boat," "Right," She said and they roamed to the docks. Olivia watched a crab wrestle with a broken shell and she saw another empty one. "Are you gonna give it or live in it?" He cackled unknotting a rope, he had help with the sails and she tossed it in the water. "No thanks, I'm fine, it's a really nice boat," "Thanks, it's just a rental," He said and he stepped inside stretching his hand. "No, thanks I got it," She stepped up and her other leg was stuck in-between. "Help," She crossed over. "It's slippery," He said and made it to the controls after he released the sails. "Are you sure you know how to sail? Because I'm concerned_" "You had to stand and watch me do a safety check. Olivia, there's a lotta things I had to learn," He said and twisted the keys and the jets rumbled spewing a stream of water. "Hang on," He said and she reached around his side. "This is not funny," She said leaning on his shoulder and he was the least ridiculous at the moment. "Here we go," Edward stirred the boat and he was aware of the direction of the wind and set sail across the shores till he was sure they hit the water. The smell of salt lingered in the air and he set his hand above his eyes at the distance. Olivia was wistful and held on, she couldn't think of the last thing to worry her, maybe a sail was what she needed the whole time. The water wobbled and the sky was getting grey and he picked up speed warranting another grip from Olivia. He felt a drip on his skin and she yawned. In a moment, the turbines gradually stopped spinning and her head rose stepping away from him. A smile returned to his face when he was sure they were safe, the island was just a few metres away, he would drive there in a moment but still, they had to enjoy the view. She sat down on a chair wistful about her dad's trips. "It's been a while since I've been on a sail," "Not long enough," He went to retrieve two glasses and handed her one. "Been a while since I've had a drink," She swivelled. She sipped and her eyes popped at the sweetness. "Apple juice?" He laughed. "I figure if we did, then none of us will be leaving this boat," She imagined careening and Edward laying on the edge, wasted and she shook her head. "Better safe than sorry," She crossed her legs

Casey was dancing beautifully at the bar. Her beauty is already seductive reason to seduce the men in the bar. Men's eye's glances directly to Casey everytime she sway her hips and the her hair bounces according to the beat of the music. Casey was born from a wealthy family. She is a kind and understanding kind of daughter. All her life, she always obey what her father told her to do so. But this time, she cannot bare that kind of sh*t. To ease her angriness, she went at the bar and do what she want to do. "Arrange marriage???? Hell no. I don't want to marry the person I don't love" (Casey's rants in mind as the liquor pour down through her throat) *Casey continue dancing* "Hey hottie" Casey was taken aback as someone whisper in her ear with a husky voice. He put his hands on Casey's hips. And because of the liquor she drunk and she felt tipsy, she sway her hips more as a "hello" response to the guy. They dances hungrily to the dancefloor. The don't do what they are doing due to the vodka they are drinking. The guy look directly in Casey's eyes like they are something to tell her. Like they are composing a message to tell to her.But then Cassy just nod and the guy smiled seductively and they both exited the bar with tipsy face and a blurry vision

random whims of inspiration, compendium of ideas a collection of stories, future manuscripts, archive of dumb ideas, SSC (short story collection) anthology. 2am writings, rambles and rants. Let's "try" to make this a weekly thing, but don't expect much.

Billionaire Secret Heir Prologue Extract from the story "You hid him from me for seven years! Seven good years Jackie. I never got to hold my son when he was still a baby, you deprived me of that right"Elroy's broken voice cried. "Ivor is not your son!" She yelled. "Stop lying Jackie! This here, this shows that Ivor is my son. I had a DNA test done" he yelled throwing the pice of folded paper on her body. Jackie picked the paper and read through it." How dare you? You ran a test on my son without my permission!"Jacqueline ranted with a bit of guilt running down her spine. "Why did you hide him from me? For seven years." "He is not your son Mr Romero" "Jackie please stop this and tell me, is he my son?" Jackie kept quiet for seconds not willing to give him an answer to his question. " Tell me Jackie is he my son?" He growled with anger boiling inside his body. "Yes! Yes Ivor is your son. The son you got from using me" she cried out. Few years before this Jackie gets a job as Elroy's secretary. Elroy who has lustful eyes for her ask's her for sex but she refused. Weeks and months pass by with his request pending but Jackie refused because she isn't a bitch he could just fuck. But when a tragedy strike Jackie runs to Elroy for help but he makes a condition. A condition that makes her loose her dignity, her virginity. It makes her leave her home. It turns her into something cold hearted. It turns her into a mom. Few years after her child's birth she storms the city in a new look, as a billionaire. And she ends up trying to hide her son with all the connection she has.

I don't think I'm very good at descriptions but I hate it when books don't have one so... here I am! I might have more books if this on goes well and might reuse characters. and just to let you know im not planning on having this as one of those 'heroic,give up everything for others and actually care about if strangers live or die' nor are they meant to be one of those 'used to be good but Oh sO UneXPecteDly (that's how I express sarcasm thru text by the way) gets betrayed by there 'fRIenD' then ONE OF TWO THINGS HAPPEN 1. they're still good and decide to get as strong as they can but is tramatrised and has to deal with it (aka the one if not done properly is annoying as hell in my opinion but also made one of my favorite stories...) or 2. they're done with people's bull and start to f♡ck up some sh!t (in this storys I have no intention to censor the words but in some others (if this isn't so bad I have to just stop writing...) ) also... this isn't one of those 'build up to power' books... they don't do much in the beginning but I think it gets a bit better and they're op from the beginning but they still somehow grow... in this it's not about how you get power but what you do with it. also the mc is more of a genderless character but I had to put one in... and as a side note why are the classifications of genre different if the mc's a girl then a boy and has less at that... I get if one gender is more likely to be written in a certain way but at least include other types... and why do they not at least have a non-binary option... but that's enough of my ranting so try to enjoy! oh and one more thing... if you see a spelling mistake leave ONE comment on THAT paragraph with the correction please and if you don't like something then you can always review with me of what you think I could do better in the LITERAL REVIEW SECTION instead of b!tching bout it and flooding the comments. and if you just don't like it but have nothing to say or 'just don't want to' then don't bother and PLEASE don't leave a comment that just says something along the lines of ' I'm leaving ' if you have nothing else to say... this is a book not an airport you don't need to announce your departure nor will any one really care... so this is the real end and goodbye! wait actually just one more thing... just kidding! have a nice day.

Poems and Proses. Note: It originally was supposed to be novel, but I had a change of mind. Apparently, we can't delete or unpublish stories in this site. Go figure. Decided to edit this into what it is now. I will rewrite and republish the story I had in mind one day ^^ Until then, I'll be dumping poems and proses (most likely rants) here. Thanks.

* TRIGGER WARNING* Extract* His lips were on mine, burning all other thoughts out of my head and interrupting me mid-rant. I tried to be strong and ignore the fever his kiss had ignited in my body but as I opened my mouth to take a gasping breath his tongue slid in to duel with my own and I was lost. I slid my hands around his neck and tangled my fingers into his thick, silky hair tugging on the strands to pull myself closer to his body * * * To find his sisters murderer they teamed up with a fake engagement.. but will real feelings develop? Will they find true love or will the killer silence them? Chapters get considerably longer around the 16th chapter. Sorry for starting off with such short chapters! ? *WARNING* this story includes mature themes and distressing content - not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Feedback good or bad is invaluable and also lets me know people are reading so I would really appreciate your comments xxx

Synopsis: "What's wrong with the Protagonist in stories with crossing-over story trope?! It's like they are losing their brain cells in their upper head that forces them to think with their lower head instead! Tch, this is why men are looked down upon... because they cannot think without using their lower dick when they write a story? Don't joke around, damn it! "What's the need for harem?! Many women and a single woman are no different! In the end, their pussies are at the same place with the same structure! What's important is love between the couple! A man can't love many women equally, it's bullshit! Bullshit, I say! Then there are those protagonists who outright raped any pretty women he meets! They are nothing but scum! Trash! "If I got transferred, transmigrated, or reincarnated to another world, I will stick with only one devoted wife and swear I am going to love her with all my heart and will be always faithful to her! I'm going to spend my entire life being lovey-dovey with her till even the most shameless stupid couple will puke honey and vomit sugar then die from diabetes! Humph!" Such was the rant of Jason Vinson, the protagonist of this story. He was single and virgin, and a self-proclaimed, stubborn feminist who believed in monogamy and the concept of loving and sharing happiness and misery with only one wife. Therefore, he wanted to find his true soulmate and didn't want to try dating flighty girls in his college. However——— He wasn't in his room anymore when he woke up. Furthermore——— *Ting~♪* [Congratulation! Host has been randomly chosen to be the Successor of System's Creator.] [System has successfully and safely fused into Host's Soul, Body, Karma, Samsara, Fate, and Destiny.] [Host has been sent into a random Imaginary World until Host is strong enough to go to Boundless Immortal Realm.] [System commences scanning the entire universe... Scanning in progress... Scanning completed. Location and time have been established. Host is currently in an alley of XXX Street, Fuyuki City, Japan. Time: Saturday, 1/1/2000 - 00:01 Japan's Time Zone.] *THUD!* ...Thus, Jason Vinson's new life begins! ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ • Copyright Disclaimer: Other than the Type-Moon's materials (Volume 1) and Caster/Medea, everything is mine! • Update Schedule: At least, 1 chapter/week! • Length: 750~1500 word count/chapter ★ Support ★ If you enjoy this story, please consider supporting what I do. 1) Patreon.com/CommonNEET 2) Ko-fi.com/commonneet 3) Paypal.me/commonneet THANK YOU FOR READING!

No editing. A chapter a day. We die like web series authors. Don't take it too seriously. What is the dream? Reincarnation? OP life cheats? An ultimate system? An ultimate writing system? Yeah sure does sound nice, too bad this author gets none of that. Tune in for the random life of a slow hobby writer and the ratatouille- style hamster that actually runs the place. Enjoy ramblings, writer's block, distractions in every chapter and a lot of internal arguing as author and hamster battle it out. Find spoilers in CC's other novels. Read into the nerdy worldbuilding research, cry in the editing room and drink too much tea. This is half novel half ranting exp adding tears. Not a diary. Maybe just entertain yourself for 2 seconds. This has been CC and Mr. Hamster's daily life.

*** Discord: https://discord.gg/99VTnsK *** Schedule: 3 chap/ week. Wed, Fri, Sun at 00:05 (GMT+8). *** Credits: Cover by yaoyueyi Betrayed, murdered, given a second chance, determined to get revenge. ... Wait. Sounds kind of familiar, doesn't it? Hello, new readers, this is the author. Let's get this out of the way first. Say, you've read at least one of the following: - Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - MMORPG: Rebirth of the Legendary Guardian - Rebirth of the Thief Who Roamed The World When you read this novel's first 2-3 chapters, you'll immediately find the beginning similar: "Serious business" VR game + MC gets killed + MC reincarnated/ time traveled/ respawned/ quick-loaded/ groundhog-dayed + time for REVENGE! Then you'll dismiss it as yet another rehash. Well, fair enough. I failed to make a good first impression. Then perhaps you'll drop a few dozen 1-star reviews. That is not cool. Please don't do that. Just 1 review is enough for me to know you don't like this novel. The point I'm making is, if you read past the 4th chapter, you'll see that it's not another rehash. At least, that's what I try to avoid doing. For example, you won't find the following: - MC with perfect memory and phenomenal luck, who gets showered with super rare loots that only drop like 0.001% of the time. - Super OP MC that steamrolls everyone with ease. - Female characters who fawn over MC because (1) he gives them lots of stuffs and (2) "He doesn't drool over me although I'm super beautiful! That makes me angry... and aroused... for some reason!" and (3) not much else. - Delusional villains who gloat and then get face-slapped (at least, not many of those, perhaps one per 70-80 chapters) - Laughable game mechanics. Examples: (1) Dying locks you of the game for 24 hours (2) It's possible to spawn camp someone and kill them back to level 1. - etc What will you find here, then? Well, I guess you'll have to read to find out :). I'm not dissing those gaming novels. I'm inspired by them, and want to take that basic premise and do something new with it. If you can look past the first 3 chapters, cool! Hop on! Adventures await! Otherwise, well, have a nice day, regardless! ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Whew, that's a long rant! Now, time for the synopsis. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ In 2042, the Virtual Reality game Epoch of Liberty (EoL) is a worldwide phenomenon, with a player base of 500 million and an in-game economy comparable to Russia. Mahn Li, the top player of the guild Scourge, was betrayed by his closest friend Fatty Fu - murdered in the real world. The in-game business was tied with the real-world business. And business, as they say, was war. Mahn Li was simply another casualty… … Until he inexplicably woke up in the body of his 22-year-old self - one week before EoL went live. "Is this my second chance?" He asked himself: "What should I do?" "Should I find a job? A real one? Be a good, productive member of society? Live a meaningful life? Forget about the 10 years of my life lost in endless battles in a virtual world?" "F*CK THAT!!!" "I’m gonna wreck all the bastards responsible for my death! And Fatty Fu! Wait until I get my hands on your slimy neck!" Aiding Mahn Li on his quest for vengeance is his knowledge of the future. Using it, he will get the sickest, baddest gears in the game! The most powerful of them all is an artifact that is a little bit out of place in this fantasy-themed game. A gun. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Chapter Length: 1500~2000 words ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Support the author: https://ko-fi.com/imbloo_writer https://www.paypal.me/ImBloo ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Runner-up in the Writing Prompt Competition #26: Legendary Mage

My name is Rhemil Rhoa, and I was once a Knight of the Order of Iron. As I am confine within these walls of stone, awaiting my execution, I will recounted my story to you, O the stranger in the dark. Our disastrous defeat has greatly changed the order. Our illusions of obligation and honor, of grandeur and glory, of wealthy and pillage ,which we held ourselves to before, have entirely disappeared. Lord Eisen has given into apathy and refuses to see anyone, his sons, all of them have died in the siege. The officers rounded up the remaining dregs of our order and relocated us under the ruins of the fortress. It's a dismal, depressing place, but it's better than staying the forests among the corpses of our men. No one wanted to join the fight anymore, after all, one can only do so much against such overwhelming strength. The Auturo Kingdom has ordered the execution' of anyone that dare to enact desertion. And that means the inquisition's dungeon, torture, and death in the cleansing flames is all that awaits us back home should we had not died..... Dark, black, hungering crows no longer appear in our camp above. In their stead has appeared a most shining warriors high above our heads. They are mighty and like gods, are not afraid to use force against anyone standing in their way.....it was.....a mistake for the likes of us mortal to dare peek unto the domain of The Gods.....May the Holy Spirit save our soul..... —————-——————————————- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. That being said, this work is a compilation of various (dead) works whose author is either dead, unknown-unable to contacts, or simply being put up on craigslist in the rant section.

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