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Marie X Jordan

Logout X Life

» [SYNOPSIS]: Loading... » [ERROR]: Corrupted / Error... » [SALVAGING]: In 3... 2... 1... A nameless player has been stuck in the same world for an unknown length of time. The system forbids him from logging out, even debuffing him without mercy for his repeated attempts. He failed two cycles and was about to fail his third. On the character 'Daedalus', it was supposed to be a no-death run—but that proved impossible, as the save file 'Daedalus' was corrupted upon dying at the Celestial Tower of Babel's peak, compromising his future cycle. As a consequence of his failure, in his fourth cycle he wasn't allowed to make a new custom character. Instead, the rogue AI-tier system picked an already pre-existing one to transmigrate into. His new body proved to be a lot weaker. Not only that, his memory has missing gaps in it, as the tier system tried its best to stitch together his original self as best as it could from the corrupted fragments. But before the character 'Daedalus' died, he was given a privilege: a 1,000-word allocation budget across 20 different tags encompassing various themes—Love, Hate, etc. This 1.000-word budget is immune to memory corruption. Each Tag, along with its assigned words, grants a buff or debuff based on how high or low his sanity level. Now, it is up to the player to decide how to spend his 1K word budget on five selected tags. He won’t remember what he picked, but they will be revealed to him as he grows stronger in his new cycle. A cycle… in a far weaker body. Trying not to let his Sanity drop below the threshold. » [SYSTEM]: Synopsis End...
16miracle · 1.9K Views

My Dearest Mary

"Hey, Miss, wait!" a handsome police officer called out to me. I stopped my motorcycle and gave him a sweet smile, but his face was serious. "Hehe, yes, sir?" I said cutely. "Why aren't you wearing a helmet? Do you know how much the fine is? Oh, your name and age?" I scratched my head. I'm dead. I saw that he seemed to be writing something. "Ah, eh, Mary Lie, 24." That's all I could say. "Your family name? Wait, do you have a license?" "Bog, sir. Yes, I do." I said shyly. Of course, who wouldn't be shy when you see a cool police officer with a good physique, and their uniform is intimidating, hello! He seemed surprised by my last name, tsk. My brother put our licenses in the U-box so it would be easy to get them if needed. I immediately opened it and showed it to him. "Where are you from?" he asked again. "Just from around here, sir." After I said that, he wrote again on what looked like a receipt and immediately handed it to me when he finished. "Oh, here, go to the municipal hall and pay at the treasurer's office. If you don't pay that within seven days, we can forward it. You can go now, Miss. Next time, wear a helmet." He said it without pause. I took the receipt, and my eyes widened when I saw that the fine was 500 pesos?! Idiot! Tsk, what a bad day, that animal! I angrily got back on my motorcycle. Before I could even start, he said something that made me turn around. "Is Jerry Bog your brother?" I didn't answer him and sped off immediately to the municipal hall to pay. Wait, what does he care anyway? That police officer is so annoying, ruining my day!
Marsntalwrites · 5.6K Views
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