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Game Alive A Litrpg Adventure

How Am I Still Alive?

Spiritual Qi Resurgence, Gods descending? Continuous disasters, all living beings suffering? What does it have to do with me? I'm just a patient with an incurable disease, who's been given up on treatment and has a countdown to death. Embarking on the path of exorcising demons and annihilating immortals with my crippled body is not for the sake of protecting my family and country, but because the hazardous duty pay is too tempting, especially the compensation... "This Evil Gods profession system is cursed, even if there's smooth progress in the early stages, the practitioners will eventually commit suicide..." "Give me a set." "This Demon Sword poisons its user and has already taken ninety-nine lives..." "Give me two, and also that man-eating demonic helmet, soul-devouring blood claws, get me a set." "This Magic Potion is harmful to heaven and earth..." "Enough talk, I'll take them all!" However, the problem is, why am I still alive after taking on all these high-risk missions, stepping on every risk, and doing every deadly task? 【Congratulations, congratulations! Ranked first among the Top Ten Heroes Who Moved the World...】 "...Heavens, wasn't the average life expectancy in this line of work three and a half years? I've been here for one cycle of three years after another, I'm almost an S-level hunter, the first of the top ten heroes! Why am I still alive? I just want to make an honor sacrifice, scam some compensation! Is that so hard?!"
Persimmon Whale · 526.1K Views

Adventure of Zhao

Dear Bosstraatnese, my friends, and those who once lived on Bosstraat, Twenty-five years ago, we navigated the alleys and woods of Hasselt and Diepenbeek with our broken English. Alongside foamy beers, hot wine and waffles, we debated European history, culture, politics, the future, music, and folklore, and created a series of inside jokes that still shine in my memory to this day. Now, with the rapid advancement of new technologies, where neural implants rewrite human cognition and quantum tunneling blurs the world's boundaries, I'm crafting an adventure titled Adventure of Zhao—a vessel that preserves the DNA of our shared cross - cultural wonders. The story is set in Huinan Town, Shanghai, in 2025. It tells the tale of Zhao Ming, an ordinary 48 years old clerk in his zodiac year. At seven o'clock on the eighth day of the first lunar month, while riding his electric bike to work, he suddenly noticed double - vision. Curiously, he discovered that these were glimpses of another world. Unable to resist his curiosity, he entered this parallel realm only to find it occupied by alien creatures even smaller than viruses. Humans were confined to tiny safe zones, at risk of infection with the slightest misstep. Once infected, they could only alleviate symptoms with herbal remedies, but the fate of becoming a puppet was irreversible. Fortunately, he found that the cola he carried could significantly relieve the infection symptoms. Even better, whenever he saw the double - vision again, he could return to his original world. Thus, a miracle doctor emerged in the other world. His blue and red potions saved many lives. He actively established an impregnable stronghold in an abandoned town on the front line (a town in Los Angeles, USA), which became a reliable supply point for exploration teams from diverse ethnic and national backgrounds. Through trading with the exploration teams, he provided many affordable supplies for the civilians in the safe zone, earning universal praise. Unbeknownst to all, cola syrup, AI technology, nuclear power batteries, robots, and other items were quietly delivered to the stronghold, becoming powerful weapons against the alien creatures. The climax of this novel hinges on a fact we prove every day: Friction between cultures doesn't breed chaos but joy—the very energy that fueled our midnight laughs and loud talks in the Common Room in our twenties. Will you let your laughter be forever etched on this speculative tapestry? I'm compiling my memories and adding my imagination—from the Nordic regions to Sicily, Italy—to fuel the narrative core. Let's use time - travel to create an all - powerful version of ourselves, for as my story will demonstrate, the most radical future is built upon a beloved past. With nostalgia for Bosstraat, Spencer P.S. The draft includes a strange creature called the "Toad - mouthed Owl," which can speak in our idioms. When it declares, "Fxxkxx Bxxxx!", be ready to cringe/laugh!
DaoistSGGKiH · 889 Views

SLOTH (Superhero Litrpg Progression)

Dark events occuring in Sadie's life will cause her skills tree to awaken and sprout with stats as long as she's able to cultivate them properly. #antihero #litrpg #progression ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep within the dilapidated Sinclair district of the city, amidst the crumbling remnants of a nameless temple, an intrepid archaeologist delved into its ancient catacombs. He unearthed an otherworldly artifact near one of the sealed coffins—a muddied relic emanating an eldritch aura that stirred unease in his excited heart. Upon peeling the layers, he found it to be a vase crafted from porcelain and jade and identified strange writings on its side. With each careful stroke, more details unraveled. The letters were that of a forgotten tongue, seemingly appertaining to an extinct civilisation, but what was clear is that it was wrought by a master's hands. Then suddenly, the dark of the cave seemed to spread, as the archaeologist attempted to escape the encroaching darkness that seemed to materialize from naught, a desperate fumble caused the artifact to slip from his grasp. The precious vase, steeped in the weight of forgotten wisdom, tumbled through the air, its delicate form shattering upon impact with the jagged rocks. In that fateful moment, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and pulsating energies burst forth, dispersing through the atmosphere. as if a rainbow pierced the heavens and rain poured forth on unwitting denizens. The city's population inhaled the strange color particles, their very essence became entwined with the mystical forces unleashed. Thus, a metamorphosis unfolded—a phenomenon that bestowed upon the citizens a tapestry of extraordinary powers, each intricately tied to the primal instincts of the animal kingdom. Some found themselves endowed with awe-inspiring abilities, harnessing the strength of lions or the agility of cheetahs. Yet, amongst the transformed throngs, a young woman named Sadie awoke to a different reality. As the veil of slumber lifted from her weary eyes, Sadie discovered herself transformed into Sloth Girl—a being defined not by raw power, but by an unparalleled languor that seemed to stretch time itself. While others were psyched in their newfound might, Sadie found herself sedated of care, a somnolent haze permeating her every fiber. She had gained the knowledge that when a civilisation collapses, spirits reincarnate in other lifeforms and all had to be redone again. Dreading such a restart from scratch. Her purpose became to slow the frantic pace of a world always rushing headlong towards its own ruin. The weight of her eternal existence and the burden of time's unending flow tested her resolve. She wished to understand the true purpose behind evolution and sought to unravel the mysteries of the relic as a gateway to learn the secrets animating her strange universe. Hoping that one day, she will gain respite from the eternal cycle of chaos and creation.
Basilius_Author1 · 26.6K Views
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