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[Death Transcript: Talent Active] Skill copied: Fog Form (G-rank) Timer: 23:59:46 Permanent Inscription Condition: Kill a target ranked above G-rank Warning: Proceed to higher floors. Liam Null killed a monster with a rock and stole a dead man's skill. The countdown has started. Every system awakening gives you a weapon. Liam gets a faded quill. Scribe, F-rank Civil Class. The worst inscription the Registration Hall had seen in a decade. No combat rating. No dungeon access. No future. But the quill does one thing no combat class can: it transcribes. Kill a monster, copy its skill. The catch? The ink fades in twenty-four hours. To make it permanent, he has to use that stolen power to destroy something stronger before the timer hits zero. Every fight is a countdown. Every stolen skill is borrowed time. And the deeper Liam pushes into the dungeon fantasy the Libraries conceal, the closer he gets to a truth the combat classes don't want exposed: scribes were never meant to serve. They were meant to rewrite the rules. His missing sister. A collapsing world. A progression fantasy built on impossible deadlines and permanent consequences. The clock is already ticking. What would you kill to keep?

Norman Dremour is an ordinary college student who likes to daydream about his ideal life. But his dream soon turns into a nightmare when he becomes the target of the Foundation, a secret organization that captures and studies people like him who can manifest their dreams into reality. Norman is a Dreamer, one of the rarest and most powerful anomalies in the world, and the Foundation wants to exploit him for their agenda. But the Foundation is not the only group interested in him. He is also contacted by Aria, a mysterious young woman who claims to be part of the Resistance, a group of Dreamers who oppose the Foundation and seek to liberate their kind. She offers to help Norman escape and join their cause, but can he trust her? Or is she just another pawn of the foundation?

Hey there, I'm Nadiya,code 200404, from STPRI High School. As you know, 95% of Bruneian school is ordinary one but do you know...5% of the school is ah...a little bit special,is more like UnOrdinary..

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A world of gods and monsters grows bigger with each passing day. More secrets are uncovered and discoveries are made. More is learned about the world and it's inhabitants as a young man learns what exactly he is through pain and suffering. Though he is known by many names, they all point to one, snowy haired man. White hand, Venor Nox, Asher Cain, these are but names and do not do justice to the man himself. He has known suffering beyond comparison and all he wants is a life where he doesn't have to deal with loss. unfortunately for him, suffering and loss follow him like a dog and it's bone.

In a world were everything seems real until you wake up and notice what is real and what is fake? But you only know one thing

João da Silva sempre se viu como alguém medíocre, até que Isabel Braga — uma jovem neurodivergente — atravessa sua rotina pacata com ações inesperadas, tão constrangedoras quanto engraçadas. Entre mal-entendidos e instantes sutis de ternura, os dois lentamente constroem uma conexão intensa. Uma história sobre duas pessoas aceitando a si mesmas por meio do olhar uma da outra: Isabel, ao encontrar alguém que não a cobra para que ela seja diferente, porque a ama do jeito que ela é; e João, ao entender que não é necessário ser visto ou se sentir como alguém único, ao encontrar uma pessoa que o enxergue entre todos como o mais especial.

25 babies on a bus that itself is weird but all the babies are calm wiht looks a baby shouldn't have. Outside the bus are 5 people with swords,bows etc. Where are they taking these babies?

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?"

As a blade of grass, Ji Xiaosong wanted to become an immortal. But having only just gained sentience, she couldn't even leave the hillside. From the Turquoise Pool, a Caiyun named "Rongrong" flew out; she also wanted to become an immortal. But she had no body. By a stroke of accident, Rongrong and Ji Xiaosong teamed up, embarking on a journey of world-hopping through myriad realms. In every lifetime, Ji Xiaosong becomes the mother of powerful figures from the myriad realms, finding suitable fathers for them and raising these powerful figures to adulthood. "My wife is delicate and can't take care of herself, so don't you dare bully her." The protective General pulls Ji Xiaosong into his embrace, looking around warily. The crowd, who had just been bagged in a sack and beaten by Ji Xiaosong: ... "My mother doesn't have much ability to earn money; she can only rely on me." The genius son holds Ji Xiaosong's hand, a look of resignation on his face. Ji Xiaosong, the richest person in the world: ... Everyone thought Ji Xiaosong was weak and easy to bully; how could a blade of grass turn the world upside down? Yet, lifetime after lifetime, she is doted on and pampered, and all things are hers to command.