hand puppets

Lin Chen ist in eine Welt gereist, in der Bestienmeister durch Meditation Bestien-Zähmungsräume öffnen können, was ihnen erlaubt, Geistbestien als Partner zu binden. Im Gegensatz zu anderen erweckt Lin eine besondere Fähigkeit--[Blutlinie Goldene Hand], die es ihm ermöglicht, seine Bestien besser zu entwickeln. Jetzt ist er dabei, seine erste Bestie zu kaufen. "Xiaobai, dieser Kunde möchte dich berühren, ist das in Ordnung?" Die Verkäuferin lächelt warmherzig. "Muh~~" Die Plowhorn-Bestie muht einmal und zeigt mit ihrem Huf auf das nahegelegene Wasserbecken. "Was bedeutet das?" fragt Lin Chen. "...Es bedeutet, dass du dir zuerst die Hände waschen solltest", sagt die Verkäuferin verlegen.

Lin Chen has traveled to a world where Beastmasters can open Beast Taming Spaces through meditation, which allows them to contract Spirit Beasts as partners. Unlike others, Lin awakens a special talent--[Bloodline Golden Hand], which allows him to better evolve his Beasts. Now, he's going to purchase his first Beast. "Xiaobai, this customer wants to touch you, is that okay?" The saleswoman smiles warmly. "Moo~~" The Plowhorn Beast moos once and points its hoof at the water basin nearby. "What does that mean?" Lin Chen asks. "...It means you should wash your hands first," the saleswoman says awkwardly.

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The protagonist possesses mysterious medical skills and becomes a famous doctor, able to cure various diseases and even fight against death.

Her mother was killed by her father. She had to use another woman's identity and marry a man. This man happened to sleep with her for one night. What would she encounter next? How should she take revenge on those people?

In this era where Mecha and muscle collide, Lu Xun takes the stage with the "All-Knowing Right Hand" capable of analyzing all things. The hand also allows him to fuse with Projection of ten thousand races: Orge Race, Elf, Giant Dragon, Undead, Demon Race, Giant, Beastman... "Is Mecha the romance of men? No... there's also muscle!"

Puppet was born. Puppet question. Puppet learns. Puppet develop. Puppet becomes itself. And puppet will be not stopped.

What happens to a world of Magic and Dragons when a cultivator bursts into their universe? What about when a cultivator is raised right under their noses? How do Wizards and High Elves, Dungeons and Dwarves, fare against an unknowing cultivator and the Laws of the Universe? Epochs ago an Immortal left his inheritance behind on a dying plane of existence. Now, at the edge of what was once desolate world, the immortals inheritance is about to make himself known. And his name is Noone. An original cultivator of his world, unguided, and unrestrained. Noone is the powerless child of a civilazation locked away at the edge of the world. When tragedy occurs, and his world is turned around, he inherits the Will of The Ancestor. An ancient legendary being who protected the conclave of Tapestry, until the desolate world above would become re-inhabitable. --------------- IMPORTANT: This is a long-form narrative. If you don't enjoy slower-paced world building then this isnt the novel for you. NOT: a systems/reincarnation story ================== Discord! https://discord.gg/J9PyhA5 Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/LukeisAurelius

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone — and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the identity he had spent years building inside a game that no longer contained him. The world that received him has existed through dozens of eras. Civilizations rose and collapsed long before humanity had a word for either. What walks its roads now — human and elf and dragon and beast-kind and peoples whose names don't translate — are the living residue of everything that already happened here. The gods who shaped the early eras did not all survive them. The world doesn't advertise how much of it is arrangement of ruins. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. Beneath the gas lamps and the elevated rails, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough weight act as though permission doesn't apply to them. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. There is no king. There are only consequences. The Church of the Solar God holds it together, which is not a metaphor. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. Nine others arrived the way Gepetto arrived — carrying what they built inside the game, now operating in a world where what they touch does not reset. They are not heroes. They are ten people who understood a system well enough to reach its limits, placed inside a reality where the limits are elsewhere and the other Players have their own intentions. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force or faith or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. The story that begins with one man in one city does not stay there. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. AUTHOR'S NOTE: House of Puppets is not a power fantasy. It's slow by design — the kind that accumulates, not the kind that stalls. The story starts small and expands aggressively. The pacing shifts across volumes. It will surprise you in directions you didn't see coming. Tonal influences: Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, the Soulsborne tradition, Dostoevsky. Not references — register. I'm a reader who started this by studying what great work does and trying to do that. The story is strange and volatile partly because of that, and I think that's also why some of it works. The ambition is real. The reading will tell you if it got there. [This work is currently on hiatus. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I haven't abandoned it (at least not forever!). I promise to come back and continue the story later on.]

Far from the world he knows, he’ll find a home. Among strangers, he’ll find acceptance. And in the arms of an unexpected man, he’ll find love.<br><br>Young Billy Strobaw comes West to escape the stigma of his Tory family. In the Dakota Territories, he encounters the Yanube warrior Cut Hand. Billy’s attraction to the other man is as surprising as the Yanube perspective on same-sex love. Unlike Europeans, the Siouan tribe celebrates such unions. Billy and Cut Hand can live as partners and build a life together, which Billy agrees to do.<br><br>As Billy struggles to acclimate to a very different culture, quickly discovering the Yanube have as much to teach him as he has to impart to them, a larger struggle is brewing. The white man is barreling through the Great Plains, trampling underfoot anyone who stands in his way. As a leader of his people, Cut Hand must decide whether it will be peace or war.<br><br>In a historical romance taking place against the epic backdrop of the early American West, where a single spark can ignite a powder keg of greed, lust for power, and misunderstanding, one man must find his place in history and his role in the preservation of all he has come to value.