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FIRST LEVEL FARMGIRL

"May the blinded see" The Window to the Soul. Gods system of which all who are born are attached to. Bestowed the destiny they are divined to fulfill. Each person is born with a "Class" that determines their future. Beginning at level 0 at birth until the age of 10 where they become level 1 and are allowed to begin earning experience by fulfilling their class quests and using their skills. The vast majority of people on the Grand Continent are born into simple classes. Tailor, Trader, Cook, Scholar, Farmer. Among others. All of which whose leveling will likely stagnate once they reach level 5. Unable to progress because their Class quests needed to level up become increasingly more unfeasible to fulfill. And by then, most will be in their old age. With the exception of those who rule over the peasant classes. Those who were born with combat classes who level considerably faster with the abundance of monsters that plague the Grand. None more powerful than the Holy Order of Paladins that aids in governing the continent. Liore is a peasant of a distant village, born to Farmer and a Chef. Born with the Farmer class like her mother. She was destined to be in the shadow of her older brother who was born with the "Holy Swordsman" Class. After her brother is sent off to train with the Holy Order, leaving her with his old training sword as a keepsake, Liore attempts to follow her brothers training with futility. Leading her into grave danger that almost takes her life until she stumbles upon an ancient artifact that gifts her abilities beyond her god given class. Emboldening her pursuit for her own destiny and sending her spiraling towards great power. With all of the strife that comes along with it...
LeLovelySuccubus · 5.4K Views

So, they were the protagonists all along

Mu Zhian traveled to the world of immortals and became a supporting role destined to be used as a stepping stone by the protagonist. He wanted to make friends with the protagonists who were the chosen ones, but when Mu Zhian looked back, he found that the girls around him were either the protagonist's childhood sweethearts or the protagonist's fiancée. The most incredible thing is that those girls who should have liked the protagonist all liked Mu Zhian, the supporting role. Looking at the beautiful girls around him, Mu Zhian had a bold idea and decided to kill the protagonist and turn over to be the master. After finally leveling several protagonists and getting a lot of resources, he shared many resources with the girls around him in order to improve the strength of the girls. I thought that I would be able to prove my Dao and become an emperor in the future with many resources, and ascend to the immortal world. Until one day, looking at the rolling clouds in the sky and the several empresses who were reborn in the thunderstorm, Mu Zhian's eyes gradually lost their spirit and murmured: "I am so stupid, really... I thought that after killing those chosen ones, I would be the protagonist of the new world and a future immortal-level strongman, but I didn't expect... they were the protagonists." (This site solemnly reminds: This story is purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.) Author : ccc Editor : Mymensingh Khan Editor's Note : Mymensingh Pub is just editing the novel. All rights to Fanmtl.com . Go there if you want to read the raw. Our patreon link : patreon.com/MymensinghPub
Mymensingh_Pub · 9.8K Views

First crime record

Protagonist: Huang Zhong: Male, 17 years old at the beginning of the story, in the critical period of youth rebellion. He is thin, with slightly messy short hair, and his eyes are often stubborn and confused. Because he grew up in a repressive family environment for a long time, he is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He usually wears simple T-shirts and jeans, and there are occasionally some stains on his clothes, which is a small portrayal of his unruly life. He lives with his parents in a residential building in an old community. The small and dim room carries his countless sleepless nights. The walls of the room are covered with posters of his favorite rock bands, which is his yearning for freedom. Key characters: Father: Male, in his forties, an ordinary factory worker, busy all day for the family's livelihood. Long-term fatigue makes him slightly hunched, and his face is full of traces of time. He is not good at speaking and has serious communication barriers with Huang Zhong. When Huang Zhong rebels and makes mistakes, he always treats him in a simple and rough way, which also deepens the gap between father and son. Mother: Female, also in her forties, is an ordinary housewife with a gentle but somewhat cowardly personality. Faced with the conflict between her husband and son, she often feels powerless and can only cry secretly. She always manages the big and small affairs of the family, trying to maintain this shaky home with silent efforts. Best friend: Male, about the same age as Huang Zhong, a boy with a generous personality and a strong sense of friendship. He is tall and strong, with two deep dimples when he smiles, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. He and Huang Zhong met on the street and experienced many rebellious days together. When Huang Zhong was in danger, he always stood up without hesitation. The injury that time to protect Huang Zhong became an important opportunity for Huang Zhong's life transformation.
Daphnexiao · 2.8K Views

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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
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