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Sakura Sleeping Around Sasuke

The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around

After years of exhausting work as an editor, constantly meeting impossible deadlines and dealing with frustrating clients, he finally reached the finish line—his long-awaited vacation. No more emails, no more last-minute revisions, just pure, uninterrupted laziness. His perfect plan? Lock himself inside his house, watch his favorite shows, playing video games, sleep to his heart’s content, and embrace a life of pure relaxation. But just as he was about to enjoy the bliss of doing absolutely nothing… he woke up somewhere else. Not just anywhere—but in another world, inside the body of a young noble boy. And not just any noble boy—the second son of a Marquis, notorious for his laziness and bad reputation. Great. Just great. Yet, instead of questioning the absurdity of his situation, he did what he did best—ignored everything and went back to sleep. Unfortunately, the world refused to let him be. --- [System installed...] [Congratulations, Host! You have been chosen as the new candidate of this world.] [Please complete the following task to finish the quest and receive a reward.] [Warning: Failure to complete the quest within the time limit will result in consequences.] [...] [...] [...Host?] [Didn’t you hear what I said?] [WAKE UP!] Zzzzz… And so, his peaceful days were over before they even began. Now, with an annoying system breathing down his neck, a family that already expects nothing from him, and a world filled with power struggles and danger, all he wants is to laze around. But will the world really let him?
B_N_F2 · 31.8K Views

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 · 219 Views

Decietful Allure (Around the fireplace series)

The light of the fireplace cast long shadows on the wall, the fire reflected in the eyes of the woman sitting on the couch with a blanket over her shoulders. She had a bittersweet smile on her face as her mind traveled to the past days, nights long passed, nights she shared with her family when she was a kid. Memories she hoped to bring alive if possible. First story: a story adaptation of a popular folklore in Nigeria; The Princess and the half man; She had sworn on her mother's grave never to be blinded by emotions. But It'd seem she took after her mom in that aspect after all. Throwing all caution to the wind just for a man. She had thought she was different from the rest, leave it to reality to smack her back to her senses. Her feelings for her dad was complicated, she could say she hated him, but that was not quite true, no matter what, he was still her father. The one who pampers and gives in to her every whim. She knew it was partly guilt and the fact she was his only daughter out of a battalion of boys that contributed to his attitude towards her. But so what, she didn't care much for affection, all she had cared for was getting what she wanted, and that had been true about her, until now. Authors note: As a kid my dad will always sit us down at night, outside, in the darkness and tell us the most delightful stories of kingdoms long passed, Princesses and princes, magical creatures, much to the delight of us kids. But there's not much of that nowadays. So I want to share these delightful stories with everyone and I hope by doing this, these stories will not get lost in the sands of time. Thank you, have a nice read.
Jessica_Konju_5763 · 5.4K 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 · 712.2K Views
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