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Acquiring actual skills, interests and ideals... Is a hard task! How can you make sure, that everything you do is not an absolute waste of time, leading to less than nothing? Therefore, the main character of the story, the man affectionally called 'Nista' a name that, essentially, has no meaning, and "No meaning" is not the meaning of it either, obligates himself to nothing, aside from Visual novels! Reveling in his unemployed and severely uneducated life-style, refusing to go outside due to its dangers, the comfort of his life is challenged: unless poor Nista finds an actual job, his parents are going to stop sending him all the needed funds to slack away! So, o great' hero Nista... Can you depart on an adventure so dangerous, to seize the roots of a profession!?

El 1 de diciembre de 2022 el jurado del Concurso Nacional de Cuento "Hubert Lanssiers 2022", compuesto por los escritores Miluska Benavides, Leslie Guevara, Alejandro Neyra, Gustavo Rodríguez y Miguel Ruíz Effio, se reunió para elegir a los ganadores y menciones honrosas de dicho concurso. Se recibieron 151 relatos a nivel nacional, y se contó con un comité lector integrado por 80 voluntarios designados por Machucabotons Escuela de Escritura, para la lectura y preelección. Hecha la apertura de los sobres, la relación de ganadores quedó establecida de esta forma: Primer premio "Camel - Pulp" por Ostracista Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Segundo premio "Los cobardes no van al cielo" por Aaron Champi Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Se hace notar que es la primera vez en la historia del concurso que un participante recibe en simultáneo el primer y segundo premio. El jurado interpreta este hecho como un testimonio de talento literario y felicita el autor.

Malaki ang pagkakaiba ng panaginip sa realidad. Ngunit maari nga bang ito'y maging makatotohanan o hanggang panaginip lang

One day, Alana saves the life of an enemy knight. What she doesn't know is that she rescued the king of the Atcardians himself. What she never imagined was that he would come back for her.

Namaku Sasya Ayudia Putri Pratama, biasa dipanggil Caca. Bukan, bukan karna itu nama kesayangan, tapi aku lebih suka dipanggil dengan nama Caca, sederhana dan ringan. Oh iya, tahun ini aku kelas 10 di SMA Karya Bakti, sekolah paling diminati di Jakarta. Ayahku bernama Eriko Edi Pratama, seorang pengusaha sukses dalam bidang pertambangan. Ayahku seorang yang teramat penyayang, tapi disisi lain beliau juga bisa menjadi seorang ayah yang teramat tegas. Sedang ibuku sendiri bernama Saraswati Anggraini Pratama, seorang ibu rumah tangga. Pasti dalam benak kalian dengan nama yang teramat indah ibuku adalah cerminan seorang wanita yang lemah lembut, jangan harap! Aku biasa memanggil ibuku bunda. Ok, bunda adalah orang yang teramat bahkan sangat enerjik, suka ngomel, dan yang paling penting suka ngajak ribut. But, dilain sisi aku tau bunda orang yang teramat menyayangi keluarganya. Kayaknya ada yang lupa deh, oh iya aku punya seorang kakak laki-laki yang hanya beda usia 1 tahun denganku. Namanya Danis Sebastian Putra Pratama, kakak yang teramat menyebalkan dan paling usil. Wajar sih, karna aku saudara satu-satunya. Namun, aku tau bahwa dia kakak yang selalu menyayangiku, sama halnya dengan aku. Bang Danis juga sekolah di SMA yang sama denganku. Dia seorang Wakil Ketua Osis yang pastinya akan ikut menjadi panitia MOS. Aku memang dari keluarga berada, tapi ayah dan bunda selalu mengajarkan untuk hidup sederhana dan membaur dengan tetangga sekitar, dengan begitu kita akan hidup dengan tentram. Dan satu hal lagi... Aku suka lollipop, sangat suka!! ***** Nama gue Bara Bagaskara Darmawan, gue sekolah di SMA Karya Bakti. Papa gue Andri Hendra Darmawan, seorang pengusaha. Mama gue Anggita Herwina Darmawan, seorang desainer. Gue punya saudara yang nggak perlu gue kenalin, nggak penting. Dan satu lagi, gue suka semua hal. Kecuali seenggok manusia bernama CACA. ***** “Selagi kamu masih bisa ngrasain manisnya lollipop kenapa harus takut sakit gigi?” ~Caca “Kenapa harus ngrasain sakit dulu kalo cuma mau ngrasain manisnya hidup?” ~Bara

Previously published as The Uncrowned Paragon. *** John figured death was supposed to mean peace at last. His whole life got wrecked by heartbreak and betrayal and all that loss, so the grave ought to just end it there, right? But no, he wakes in the body of a child, dragged into the clutches of the Obsidian Covenant — a secret order that forges children into weapons. At first, all he wanted was survival. But surrounded by others just as broken, John finds himself pulled into their struggle, swearing to protect what little hope they have left. The god who put him here watches with cruel amusement, torturing him just for the sake of it...or maybe not. If John wants revenge, or even a chance at freedom, he’ll have to rise through the world of Cassiopeia, uncover the secrets binding him to this place, and turn his anger into something sharper than any blade. Peace is gone. Now there’s only the vow: to kill the god. *** I would like to say This story is kind of like a chimera. so, expect it to shift and evolve as the journey unfolds, never bound to a single genre. and although the narrative introduces darker themes, the story evolves beyond them to explore resilience and growth. *** New chapter of The Uncrowned Paragon drops every week—at least one within 7 days, sometimes more. Thanks for reading and stay tuned.

In his first life, Tosin was broken.** He was falsely accused, isolated, and exploited—left with nothing but the suffocating reality of his own worthlessness. On the day he died, he learned a cold truth: *in a world without power, you are completely alone.* Reborn into a universe governed by a rigid divine System, Tosin refuses to repeat history. Classified as a mere C-Tier Swordsman, the world expects him to be replaceable. The world expects him to fail. They don't know about the glitch in his awakening. They don't know about the ancient force slumbering inside his shadow. Adopting the moniker **Eclipse**, Tosin begins a ruthless ascent. He isn't a hero driven by noble ideals; he is a calculator driven by a profound trauma-response: the absolute refusal to ever be used again. Armed with a terrifying cosmic authority that allows him to rewrite existence data and literally devour the memories of his enemies, he begins building his own elite syndicate—the *Nullveil*. From the brutal depths of high-ranking dungeons to the dangerous corporate espionage of the *Obsidian Crown*, Eclipse will bend the world to his terms. Higher deities are watching from the heavens, but as ancient cosmic secrets unravel, they will realize too late... Some shadows aren't meant to be stepped in. Some voids are meant to devour. ***What to expect:*** * **Cold, Calculating Protagonist:** Driven by survival, psychological depth, and logic rather than generic heroism. * **Organization Building:** A focus on politics, corporate manipulation, and building an elite inner circle of powerful, independent companions. * **Unique Magic System:** Memory devouring, spatial manipulation (Void Step), and heavy cosmic law progression. * **High-Octane Action:** Visceral, highly strategic, and descriptive battle choreography.

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In the heart of a prestigious boarding school in Nigeria, a clandestine blogger's virtual pen weaves a web of secrets, exposing the dark underbelly of a society governed by a ruthless social class hierarchy. As the elite students reign supreme, unchecked and privileged, an anonymous blogger's revelations threaten to unravel the carefully crafted facade of the institution. Caught in the crossfire are Naya and Debbie, two senior secondary students navigating the treacherous waters of love, scandal, and a fight for supremacy. Little do they know that an ancient and malevolent force is at play – a diabolical book promising the fulfillment of one's deepest desires, but at a deadly cost. Tsema, a cunning and power-hungry student at the apex of the social ladder, is willing to go to any lengths to maintain control. The struggle for supremacy escalates to a perilous level as Tsema orchestrates a heinous plot, attempting to take a life and engulf the school's administrative block in flames. In a race against time, Naya and Debbie must navigate the dangerous terrain of deceit, jealousy, and dark desires. As the anonymous blogger's revelations intensify, the deadly consequences of the malevolent book become apparent. The very fabric of the school's social structure is torn, and lives hang in the balance. "Finding Gossip Girl" is a gripping murder thriller that explores the intersection of power, desire, and morality in a boarding school where the secrets run deep. Will Naya and Debbie survive the turmoil, or will they become victims of a sinister force that thrives on the shadows of their darkest secrets? Prepare for a rollercoaster of suspense, as this tale of deception and danger unfolds within the hallowed halls of academia.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.