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RE-awakened: Let Me Sleep In Peace!

Ding! — SSS-Rank Talent Awakened! ❰ World Digitalization (SSS) ❱ ➤ Scan & Convert: Instantly scans an area, dungeon, or portal up to 100,000 square meters, transforming it into a fully interactive virtual world stored within the host’s mind. (Usable once per day) ◆ Skills Unlocked: ➤ Virtual World Access: Host can enter the digital world at will — train, battle, and explore. ➤ Time Slow: Time flows 10 times slower. ➤ Death Override: Upon death in the virtual world, host can respawn endlessly. All injuries, pain, and deaths suffered inside leave no effect on the host’s real body. ➤ Resource Synchronization: Loot, rewards, and knowledge gained within the digital world can be brought back into the real world. —————————————— The galaxy descended into chaos following the descent of void portals and its invading creatures. Starved and hungry for human blood, they wiped out almost 90% of humans. During the war Alerian, the leader of the Nine Great Primarchs , fought hard for humanity, finally wiping out the last Darkgod that had infiltrated Earth. However, it almost cost him his life. At his weakest; instead of the praise, he was met with betrayal by the other Three living Primarchs including his most beloved. As a last ruse, Alerian activated his final contingency plan, a full neural upload protocol that transferred his consciousness into a specialized quantum chip, even as his physical body was destroyed by those he had trusted most. After five centuries, civilization was then rebuilt. Various Megacities and metropolis exist and human civilization was even more glorious and prosperous than it ever was. Alerian awakened five centuries later. Instead of vengeance, Alerian only wanted to live his life in peace. However, life often has its own plan. ——————————————
RagingArtPunk · 272 Views

Flirting with Fate

Theo is the ultimate embodiment of confidence and wealth. His family's fortune affords him the luxury of high-end fashion, exclusive parties, and a social circle that worships his every move. However, under his flawless exterior, Theo is completely detached from the idea of love, viewing it as a mere game or fleeting connection. Love letters flood his locker daily, but they only serve to amuse him-until one letter changes everything. This isn't just a random confession. It's a mysterious letter-deeply personal, full of longing, and meant for someone else. Written by someone who's long secretly harbored feelings for Wren, the brilliant and elusive engineering student, the letter was never meant to reach Theo. For almost a week, Theo doesn't even notice it, buried in the pile of love letters and confessions he has no interest in. It's only after Pasha reads it aloud during their lunch break (unintentionally drawing the attention of all of Theo's friends) that the letter's presence creates a subtle rift in their friendship. The letter is addressed to Wren, but has no sender's name-just an unnamed, heartfelt confession. The mystery piques Theo's curiosity, and instead of tossing it like he would with any other letter, he decides to personally deliver it to Wren. The catch? Wren's life is so busy and mysterious that finding her becomes a game of hide and seek. Not only does she barely leave the engineering building, but when she does, she's swarmed by projects and commitments. Theo finds himself growing more and more frustrated, caught between trying to fulfill this random mission and becoming increasingly obsessed with who could've written such an intense, secretive letter.
Zan_Ccai · 723 Views

Cursed With Immortality

In the land of Etheloria, a relentless Shadow Plague threatens to engulf the land, corrupting all in its path with its malevolent force. Alvan, a selfless young man bound by a solemn promise he made to his late mother, sets forth on a quest to save his homeland from the plague that had befallen it. Guided by an ancient tome, he embarks on a journey to the long-forgotten Lost Temples, forming unbreakable bonds with his chosen companions. In order to retrieve the Elixir of Immortality, which is the only thing that can stop the shadow plague. Alvan succeeded, but at what cost? He gained immortality and unparalleled power of the God of Light, but also triggered the curse of ascendant power placed on the elixir. He watched as his friends and lover, the people he wanted to protect, withered away before his eyes. He also grappled with the effects of the curse that began to take hold in his immortal life. Can Alvan break this eternal curse that came at the expense of saving Etheloria? Or will he become a pawn in a greater cosmic design that threatens the very fabric of the universe? Embark on a journey that transcends time and space, where the price of immortality is weighed against the fate of world. *** > Excerpt: "Have I done anything wrong by fulfilling my mother's dying wish and saving Etheloria? Why do I have to suffer like this because of this curse? I can't even take my own life..." There has to be a way. " ...I am determined to find a way to break this cursed cycle and bring an end to my suffering and life." Alvan lamented. The tree on which he leaned his body withered instantly, transferring its life force to Alvan. ------- [Hey Guys, please read at least ten chapters of this novel before deciding whether to invest your time in it. Here are some of the themes explored in "Cursed With Immortality": Sacrifice, Redemption, Cosmic Struggle, Ambition and Scheming, Selflessness, Legacy, Power, and the Cycles of Life. Happy Reading!]
De_Prodigy · 94.4K Views

Christmas With You

Powei is twenty years old, she was born and raised in a Christian household family of four. She has three older brothers and she's the last born. It's her final year in university studying mass communication at a private university and it's the end of the first semester which means Christmas is approaching. Powei doesn't want to go home to her family but she can't stay in school either because it would be closed. Having no other choice, Powei goes home for the holidays and it's just her immediate older brother who's going to be home for the holidays with her. The first son, Tamuno, is happily married and lives in London with his family. The second son, Deinyefa is currently preparing for his bar finals in the law school so he doesn't want to come home and her parents excused her. Which leaves her and Tari home for Christmas. Things take a surprising turn when their mother insists that they would be spending Christmas at her older sister's family home this time since their father wouldn't be home for Christmas. Powei isn't surprised by this because her father is never around for anything that has to do with celebrations. All he does is send money. Powei feels like the change of environment could be great for her and she's excited to visit her aunty. Donald Ebiowei (22) doesn't understand why his parents insist that they have to fly in to Nigeria for the Christmas holidays this year. Since they arrived in the United States more than twenty years ago when he was just a kid, their entire life has been here. This year, his parents insist that they spend Christmas at their family home in Nigeria. Donald and his family of four eventually fly into Nigeria and this sets the pace for unprecedented activities in his life. Donald thought Christmas would be completely uneventful but meeting Powei changed everything for him. But it gets even more intriguing when Powei and Donald's relationship stirs up drama in the family. There's a history of betrayal between both families and for decades, both families swore to never be as close as they used to be. Would the two eventually overcome the family history between them? Or would they let the past affect their present. Or, would they just live in the moment and enjoy Christmas.
tammybea · 477 Views

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
man_of_culture3030 · 712.4K Views
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