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Rhaegar Targaryen Time Travel To The Future

Murderous AI: That Time I Got Kidnapped to the Future

This book’s full title is: “Murderous AI: That Time I Got Kidnapped to the Future and My Suit Solves Everything With Explosions” Christopher “Chris” Cross never expected much from his night out in Chicago—until he picked up a pair of sleek, high-tech sunglasses in an old gaming lounge. One bad decision later, he finds himself kidnapped into the distant future, permanently bonded to a sentient A.I. battle suit with an unhealthy obsession with destruction. Now stranded in a world where humanity rules the stars, corporate-backed militaries wage endless wars, and advanced technology is as dangerous as the people who wield it, Chris has a few pressing concerns: • He has no way back home, and his new A.I. co-pilot thinks ‘diplomacy’ is just another word for ‘missile strike’. • The suit he’s wearing is an outdated experimental relic, but somehow, it’s more advanced than anything in this era. • R.A.G.E. wants to solve every problem with overwhelming firepower and keeps offering unsolicited ‘explosion-based’ solutions to everyday situations. • By sheer accident, Chris prevents the assassination of a high-ranking military official, putting himself on the radar of powerful factions—and making enemies he didn’t ask for. With shadowy organizations watching him, dangerous figures hunting him, and an A.I. constantly trying to escalate every situation into a full-scale war, Chris has no choice but to adapt—or die trying. But in a galaxy where power determines survival, he’s quickly learning that controlling R.A.G.E. isn’t just about keeping himself alive. It might just decide the future itself. *** This work will be participating in the 2025 Spirity Awards. Upload schedule: Every Tuesday and Wednesday with a minimum of 4ch/week (I’m a working man. My apologies, readers.) 500 Power Stones/week= 1 extra chp every week for the first three months. First 20 reviews = 1 extra chapter a week for the month. Every 50 golden tickets gifted (when contracted) will unlock a chapter designated at 1 coin for the first three months after being contracted and going premium. (Applies to privilege as well.) That is all. Thank you for reading and don’t forget to add to your library and comment while reading. It motivates me.
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The Time a Historian Traveled Through All Ancient Eras

In a person's world, everything is composed of their time on earth, where the past, present, and future intertwine in a universal order... However, due to an event we still don't know, history takes a 180-degree turn in a sudden change. A young adult historian, 26 years old and obsessed with the great figures of history, is dragged into a reality that defies everything he knows. Since childhood, his fascination with ancient figures for their importance in history and their unyielding bravery in every era has led him to dream of past eras and crucial moments in history. But he never imagined that his destiny would be linked to those legends and mythical stories he so admires. The end of the world arrives in the most unexpected way: the sky tears apart, time fractures, and eras collide. Medieval, futuristic, and Roman soldiers mix in a visual chaos that defies logic. Amid this temporal collapse, the protagonist is thrown into a war-torn France in the year 1430. His knowledge of history and his command of the language make him a privileged witness, but also a suspect. Captured by French soldiers, he must fight for his life while trying to understand the role assigned to him in this new and dangerous world. It is then that he comes face to face with Joan of Arc, a figure as charismatic as she is enigmatic. She distrusts him, but his knowledge of the future and his ability to foresee key events make him a potential ally. Will he be able to alter the course of history without destroying it? Or is his presence in the past part of a much larger plan, a plot woven by forces even he cannot comprehend? In a journey where time is an unpredictable enemy and every decision has unimaginable consequences, the protagonist must choose between being a mere spectator or becoming the hero history never knew it needed. But in a world where the past, present, and future intertwine, who decides what is written in the pages of time? ---
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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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