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I rely on intangible cultural heritage to transform waste star

Rebirth through Time Travel] "I Rely on Intangible Cultural Heritage to Transform the Waste Planet" Introduction: [Planting + Food + Infrastructure Management Daily] In the year 4321 of Interstellar, the frozen Evelyn woke up on a waste planet. She wanted to grow flowers and fish, but unfortunately she was bound to the "Inheritance System". Faced with tens of thousands of inherited skills in the system, Evelyn was overwhelmed and wanted to lie down and give up immediately. Unfortunately, the waste planet was desolate and the environment was bad, which was not suitable for planting and retirement. In order to get rewards and improve his living environment, Evelyn had no choice but to learn various inheritances [Learn house building, food, medicine, martial arts, embroidery...] [Congratulations on completing the task, rewards include fields, forests, lakes, shopping malls, family planning supplies...] Later, there were millions of fertile fields on the abandoned planet, herds of livestock, and rich nutrition.    a priceless treasure that shocked the world was produced on the abandoned planet.   the Intangible Cultural Heritage College, the Science and Technology College, and the Immortal Cultivation College were opened on the waste planet.   …   the defeated waste star regained its vitality, with advanced medical care, advanced technology, and explosive combat power.   All races of people in the universe want to learn culture and technology.   Evelyn looked at the crowd of different races: Sorry, the natives of the ancient blue star are given priority. Special topics: Cool articles, food articles , farming infrastructure articles
Babun_Swapnil · 1.3K Views

The Rose & The Lion

"In a world where betrayal is currency and love is a battlefield, how far would you go to protect your heart?" Lia Romano thought she had escaped the chains of her past. Once the cherished wife of Dante Moretti-Il Leone, the most ruthless billionaire in Milan-she walked away with nothing but her dignity and a secret too precious to share. Her divorce was a scandal whispered in every corner of high society, but no one knew the truth: that Lia was framed for a crime she didn't commit. Now, three years later, Lia has rebuilt her life as a celebrated marketing strategist, fiercely guarded by her seven overprotective brothers, all CEOs ruling Italy's most powerful industries. But when her new job forces her to work under Dante, old wounds resurface, and so does the undeniable spark between them. Dante's world is thrown into chaos when he discovers her secret-Matteo, the son he never knew he had. As Dante fights to reclaim the family he lost, he must also face a web of conspiracies threatening to destroy everything. From Vittoria Conti, the venomous socialite who dreams of becoming Mrs. Moretti, to Alessandra Ricci, the jealous colleague hell-bent on Lia's downfall, enemies lurk at every corner. With scheming villains, jealous rivals, and shocking betrayals, Lia and Dante's love story is anything but simple. Torn between her past and her future, Lia must decide: Can she forgive the man who broke her heart, or will the shadows of his world consume them both? Amid fiery boardroom battles, luxurious galas, and emotional confrontations, La Rosa e il Leone is a tale of redemption, family loyalty, and a love that refuses to fade—even when the odds are stacked against it. "He called her his rose, but roses have thorns—and this time, she wouldn't let him bleed her dry." Will Dante prove himself worthy of Lia's love? Or will the scheming forces around them tear them apart forever?
Juliette_DA · 1.1K Views

The Warmth of the Sun in the Winter

"They told me the stars could guide me home, but they never said the journey would leave me so utterly lost." Do you still remember your highschool deskmate? The boy with the brightest smile, that girl with the world's most beautiful silhouette? In three years of high school, the shadows of two people intertwine with the chalk, black and white both distinct, drifting around within the memories. The Su Yuanzhou in her memories was an underachiever in high school. He skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. Yet, when she went back to the past she would always surprise herself for seeing a lot of his side, maybe if she did this before he probably wouldn't die. To be able to meet each other on this planet is some kind of fate, and to be able to illuminate our fleeting lives, how fortunate we are. ... Ren Yuxin was trailing behind Su Yuanzhou like a guilty puppy, her face plastered with an exaggerated pout. "Come here," Su Yuanzhou said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at her. His tone was calm, but the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his frustration. "Why?" Ren Yuxin asked, her voice overly cautious, taking a step back instead of forward. "Just come here." His patience was running thin. Ren Yuxin crossed her arms and tilted her head dramatically. "No! You’re going to hit me!" Su Yuanzhou froze, staring at her in disbelief. A few students nearby stifled their laughter, pretending not to watch the exchange. "I’m not going to hit you," he said, exasperated. "Do I look like that kind of person?" "Yes." Ren Yuxin nodded solemnly, her eyes wide with mock innocence. Su Yuanzhou sighed, rubbing his temples. How does she manage to drive me insane every single time? His patience—already minimal—was hanging by a thread. "Ren Yuxin," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "Come here. Now." "No way!" she retorted, taking another step back. "I know you’re mad because I—" She paused, looking guilty. "Because you what?" Su Yuanzhou prompted, narrowing his eyes. "... Because I accidentally sent that embarrassing video of you singing in the shower to our group chat," she admitted in a small voice, her eyes darting away. Su Yuanzhou’s face darkened instantly. He felt every shred of his dignity crumbling. "Accidentally?" he repeated, his voice rising. "It really was an accident!" Ren Yuxin protested, raising her hands defensively. "I didn’t mean to press send!" "Accident or not, you’re dead," Su Yuanzhou said, stepping toward her with purpose. "See! You are going to hit me!" she squealed, turning on her heels and running off. "Get back here!" he yelled, chasing after her.
Kissmet · 6.4K Views

The Battle of The Cultures

In the heart of Emretana, a nation forged by the legendary King Jiranyu IV, lies the fortified city of Yiaditak. Originally built by Jiranyu IV, the city stands as a testament to his vision of unity and strength. Over the centuries, Yiaditak has become a symbol of resilience for the Jibberek people, the largest and most influential ethnicity in Emretana. The name "Yiaditak" is derived from the Jibberenkrata words "Yiada," meaning light, and "Yitak," meaning guide. The city earned its name because its lights, visible from the Yestakmi Hills, served as a beacon for travelers, guiding them safely through their journeys. However, Yiaditak is also home to the Ekkadese people, a minor ethnicity that sought refuge in Emretana after fleeing their homeland on the distant shores of Irammi. For generations, the Ekkadese have built their lives in Yiaditak, preserving their culture and traditions in their adopted homeland. Tensions between the Jibberek and Ekkadese have simmered for years, fueled by disputes over territory, resources, and cultural differences. As these tensions reach a boiling point, the stage is set for an epic confrontation that will determine the future of both peoples. The Battle of the Cultures is a tale of conflict and unity, bravery and determination. Leading the charge on the Jibberek side are RedEmerald108YT, a skilled Army Chief and strategist organizing the city's defenses; King Jirakku II, the wise and just ruler of the Jibberek, upholding the legacy of Jiranyu IV; The Emretana Dispute Soldiers, elite warriors trained to handle conflicts within the nation; and CheirsDaCrafter, a master craftsman and engineer creating fortifications and traps. On the Ekkadese side, the resilient and resourceful forces are led by Ensuta, the charismatic leader determined to protect the Ekkadese homeland; the united and innovative Ekkadese people, contributing their unique skills to the defense; and Rimmadu, a skilled warrior and tactician devising clever plans and strategies. As the battle rages on, both sides face personal challenges and doubts. The outcome of the battle will depend on their strength, courage, and ability to unite in the face of adversity. Amidst the chaos, the echoes of King Jiranyu IV's vision remind them of the importance of unity and resilience. Will the Jibberek and Ekkadese find a way to overcome their differences and achieve a lasting peace, or will the conflict continue to rage on? The Battle of the Cultures is a gripping tale of cultural heritage and the indomitable spirit of Emretana's people.
RedEmerald_108 · 1.5K 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 · 684.1K Views

the legend of the creators of the univers

Before time and matter, when everything known did not yet exist, there dwelled the Creators—eternal beings born from a paradox: natural forces that created their own existence. Gifted with infinite power, limitless ideas, and an absence of malice, the Creators shaped what we now understand as reality. With an infinite source of matter and creativity, they embarked on their titanic task: the creation of infinite universes. When their infinite matter was exhausted, they made a radical decision: to concentrate everything into a perfect sphere, smaller than a pinhead but with infinite mass. This act of perfection culminated in an explosion that divided existence into thirteen primordial universes, each with its own expansion and laws, governed by gods chosen by the Creators. In their most ambitious work, the Creators forged souls, imperfect entities with the capacity to perfect themselves through an endless cycle of life, death, and purification. Though burdened with emotions, souls possess the potential to achieve perfection by reintegrating into the grand universal cycle. While emotions spill over as imperfect residues, souls unconsciously create new worlds, perpetuating the cosmos's expansion. However, everything is destined for an end: an inevitable collapse where the thirteen universes will converge, destroying all matter. From this end, the void will arise once more—the eternal home of the Creators—where they will continue their endless work, a cycle of creation and destruction that never repeats but also never concludes. "The Legend of the Creators" is a reflection on infinity, perfection, and the constant search for meaning in a boundless universe, where every imperfection and every cycle are part of a grander design that transcends human understanding.
TRH_ · 981 Views
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