internalised capitalism

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock! "Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business." Hello, traveler! Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid? Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader. Right. This is probably where I give you my "tragic backstory." Fine. I used to be human. Then I died. Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation. Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development. But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war. So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all. So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon. Just don’t ask about the warranty. There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Born with the wrong kind of talent, shunned from his family, removed of his succession rights and made the guardian of the lowest of the low dungeon─the infamous, most terrible, dungeon that no one visits unless they have to...that was Moros' home. Until a certain wall crumbles, and a new realm sends out its deadly invitation with Moros name on it. It was a hell that was made for him. A hell he will soon call home...and best of all, there is a lot of money to be made.

Jacob Hemlock is a troubled man who has discovered his society is absurdly powerful. He is probably immortal due to how bullshit and anime life can be. To the point he is unsure of even achieving his new ultimate dream. But he still vibes with life too hard. The main story of this book is completed. After enough journalling of my schizo life, it's just a semi-stable man's blog. https://discord.gg/xYEmZ3nj This is a discord link to a text rp server for 18+ and it's sfw. No sex, but we will be edgy lol.

Five friends, battered by the grind of New York City, stumble into a strange new world where their everyday items are treasures. Armed with wit, grit, and a knack for trouble, they navigate danger and opportunity in a land that doesn’t play by Earth’s rules. One unexpected leap could change everything—or break them apart.

In ancient times the four Gods each chose a kingdom to lead the war against the Great Evil and together they defeated the Great Evil. After the Great War, the four kingdoms were blessed with the power of the four Gods. The Gods left the earth after the Great War. Back then people used Chi Cultivation which is now illegal. Now they use God's power. But not everyone received the power of the Gods as a blessing. So, What will happen to those who did not receive the power of God as a blessing?  And why is Chi Cultivation illegal? Legends tell us about a mysterious mountain painting. What is its power? Will it be able to change our hero's fate? Will it be able to change God's will? [ This is my first time writing. Hope you guys will enjoy my work. Any type of criticism is appreciated. And I do not own the copyright of the cover picture. ]

Cinta menganggap ia adalah seorang biasa yang lahir dan tinggal di kota J. Hidupnya penuh dengan keceriaan, terusik oleh hadirnya seorang pria dingin yang dijodohkan orang tuanya. Cinta yang merasa hidupnya biasa benarkah hanya biasa? Kehidupannya yang kedua petaka ataukah berkah? =================================== Cinta: "Mengenai anak, kita bisa pake cara modern, gak perlu konfensional. Jadi gak ada yang akan mempertanyakan apakah memang anak tersebut anakmu atau bukan. Aku bersedia mengandung anakmu. Kasih sayang pasti akan didapatkan toh anak itu hasil dari benih kita berdua. Anakmu pastilah anakku juga. Aku tidak akan berselingkuh. Tenang saja..." Cinta dengan berani mengungkapkan pikirannya, mata almondnya berbinar indah menantang mata elang Rayhan dengan berani. Cinta: "Gue gak cinta elo, tapi karena Abah dan Mama mau gue nikah sama elo, ya sudah... Gue nurut aja..."

percintaan romantis persahabatan

Following the death of his master, Kai is left alone in a world caught between ancient spiritual powers and a cold industrial revolution. Bound by a final, cryptic will, Kai is forced onto a path where intent matters more than sight, and survival demands more than mere strength. In a landscape where spirits deceive, humans exploit, and light itself is a mask for lies, Kai faces a singular choice: submit to the destiny imposed upon him by the dead, or carve out an intent of his own. In a war of illusions, sight may guide the powerful, but only intent will decide who survives.

Ten years ago, Mellie woke to find her father's bloodied corpse on the kitchen floor. And the killer? Her mother. Rushed off into the night, Mellie's journey begins. At first, she fears the woman who gave her life. But not all is what it seems. PROLOGUE: I know he's watching me. Hell, I can practically feel the fire burning in his eyes as I sway around the room, the slamming of the drums in rhythm with each slow turn of my hips. "Come here," he says calmly, his eyes never leaving my body as I dance. I ignore him, knowing full well my ass is going to take the fall for disobeying his command. I smile cheekily and raise my arms above my head lazily. I squeeze my red locks splaying over my shoulders, scrunching the strands at the scalp. Dancing in front of him is the most thrilling, exotic, and enticing thing. I'd never known I'd feel this good. Well, maybe it's the atmosphere; or the way his gorgeous eyes follow my every move? I flinch in pain when my hair is roughly pulled back by his hands; unlike my own simple squeeze, his is demanding and made to prove a point. He glares down at me as he pulls my hair up, forcing me to stand up on my toes. I whimper at the pain stabbing along my scalp and quickly reach out to shove his hands away from me. "When I tell you to do something, you listen," he growls, his expression flickering. I can tell he is fighting with the demons lurking inside his mind. With furrowed eyebrows he stares down at me for what seems like hours; and before I can respond, he takes what's his. His lips smash onto mine with a force of a thousand waves. It's a kiss that knocks me off my feet over and over again, powerful and intimidating; yet beautiful and extravagant in its greatness. It sucks me in and pulls me out into darkness, a tidal wave of emotions swallowing me whole. "Hm," I moan, ignoring the pain along my scalp and instead focus on his tongue invading my mouth. He doesn't take, no, this man destroys whatever is in his path. And that includes me.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"