memento vivere visual novel

In un mondo di continua competizione, un uomo mira alla vetta. In questo nuovo genere di VRMMORPG, intende diventare il più forte a tutti i costi. Le classi, le razze, le zone iniziali, tutto è un mistero in 'Nuovo Eden'. Questo gioco sta per uscire senza un briciolo di dettagli. L'unica cosa che è stata promossa è stata la libertà di scelta delle abilità. Il nostro protagonista Alessandro, nome da giocatore Astaroth, ha sempre sognato di diventare un atleta di E-Sports. I suoi genitori hanno sostenuto il suo sogno, ma non fanno più parte di questo mondo. Intende affermarsi in questo nuovo gioco, se non per sé stesso, almeno per onorare la loro memoria. Senza alcuna idea di come voglia giocare il suo personaggio, Alessandro sceglie la razza iniziale più misteriosa. Sarà questa la sua strada verso il successo o la sua rovina? L'assistente di gioco certamente pensava quest'ultima. "Fa' come desideri, giovane avventuriero. Voglio solo aggiungere questo. Non tornare a lamentarti quando capirai di aver fatto la scelta sbagliata," disse l'elfo, guardandolo con evidente odio. "Vedremo," rispose Alessandro con tono piatto. "Amo le sfide," aggiunse. "Molto bene!" sbuffò l'elfo. "Buona avventura della tua vita, per quanto breve durerà," aggiunse con sarcasmo. Davanti a lui si stende un cammino incerto, pieno di prove e difficoltà. Ma una cosa è chiara nei suoi occhi. Diventerà il giocatore più forte del gioco, anche se deve calpestare montagne di cadaveri per riuscirci. Finiti sono i suoi giorni di duro lavoro per niente, ora è tutto o niente!

Una novela histórica de sangre, lealtad y destino Año 57 a.C. Roma se prepara para conquistar la Galia. Julio César, procónsul ambicioso y carismático, forma una nueva legión: la Legio XIII. Sextus, un joven romano nacido en la península itálica, deja atrás una vida de miseria rural para unirse al ejército. No lo impulsa el patriotismo ni la gloria: solo la necesidad. Reclutado justo cuando nace la Legión XIII, Sextus es arrastrado a una maquinaria de guerra donde los débiles no sobreviven y la muerte es una certeza cotidiana. Desde las ásperas tierras del norte de Italia hasta las oscuras selvas galas, Sextus vivirá el dolor del entrenamiento, el miedo del primer combate y el peso de la sangre derramada. Pero también encontrará hermanos de armas, forjará su lugar entre los hombres… y crecerá bajo la sombra de un general que cambiará la historia. Acompaña a Sextus en su transformación, desde recluta temeroso hasta soldado veterano de una legión destinada a la eternidad. Porque en la Legión XIII, una cosa está clara: Memento Mori — recuerda que morirás.

A historical novel of blood, loyalty, and destiny 57 BC. Rome prepares to conquer Gaul. Julius Caesar, an ambitious and charismatic proconsul, forms a new legion: Legio XIII. Sextus, a young Roman born in the Italian countryside, leaves behind a life of rural poverty to join the army. He is driven not by patriotism or glory, but by necessity. Recruited just as the Thirteenth Legion is formed, Sextus is thrown into a war machine where the weak do not survive and death is a daily certainty. From the rugged lands of northern Italy to the dark forests of Gaul, Sextus will endure the pain of training, the fear of first battle, and the weight of spilled blood. But he will also find brothers-in-arms, forge his place among men, and grow under the shadow of a general who will change history. Follow Sextus in his transformation—from frightened recruit to seasoned soldier in a legion destined for eternity. Because in the Thirteenth Legion, one truth remains: Memento Mori — remember you will die.

Aina est la fidèle servante d'une illustre famille ducale, les Signavit. Une famille aussi mystérieuse que fascinante, dont les membres demeurent cloitrés dans un manoir au sommet d'une impénétrable montagne et le visage perpétuellement couvert par des masques. Malgré tout, elle ne questionna jamais son existence, où l'attitude de ses maîtres et maîtresses, parce que cet endroit était la seule chose qu'elle avait toujours connue. Enfin... Jusqu'à ce que l'un d'entre eux disparaisse mystérieusement. Dès lors, elle entreprit de faire la lumière sur ce mystère, sans savoir que celui-ci actionnait la roue du destin et qu'elle allait retrouver bien plus, dans sa quête de la vérité, que ce qu'elle cherchait au départ... Sans penser que tout ceci allait la ramener des années en arrière, au sein d'une vie dont elle n'avait plus aucun souvenir. "Les apparences sont belles dans leur vérité momentanée." - Octavio Paz Attention ! Ce récit va traiter de sujets qui peuvent être difficiles pour certaines personnes, je vous invite donc à passer votre chemin si les sujets suivants vous mettent mal à l'aise (attention certains termes pourraient spoiler des évènements de l'histoire) : Suicide, violence, maltraitance, dépression, troubles mentaux et viol. ***** « Tu l'aimes ? » l'interrogea l'enfant, dont elle avait totalement occulté la présence pendant quelques minutes. « Qui donc, mademoiselle ? » répondit-elle, incertaine de savoir de quoi pouvait bien parler cette dernière. Elle inclina la tête, comme si elle ne comprenait pas. « Ma poupée. » 'Oh... La poupée.' [...] « Elle est très jolie, mais pourquoi est-elle enfermée ? » ne put-elle retenir sa curiosité. L'intéressée baissa les yeux, pour les glisser sur sa peluche, dont elle caressait le cou de manière affectueuse, donnant à la scène une atmosphère sinistre. « Pour qu'elle ne s'échappe pas. »

Florence live his life as a stand-in of an alpha couple a childbearing tool for the two he lived his life under their hands and died of abused only to find himself back again to the past

Aina is the faithful servant of an illustrious ducal family, the Signavits. A family as mysterious as it is fascinating, whose members remain cloistered in a mansion at the top of an impenetrable mountain and their faces perpetually covered by masks. Still, she never questioned her existence, or the attitude of her masters and mistresses, because this place was the only thing she had ever known. Well... Until one of them mysteriously disappears. From then on, she decided to shed light on this mystery, without knowing that she was turning the wheel of fate and that she was going to find much more, in her quest of the truth, than what she was looking for at the start... ...Without thinking that all this was going to bring her back years before, in a life she no longer remembered. "Appearances are beautiful in their momentary truth." - Octavio Paz ******** Attention ! This story will deal with subjects that may be difficult for some people, so I invite you to move on if the following subjects make you uncomfortable (be careful, some terms could spoil events in the story): Suicide, violence, abuse, depression, mental disorders and rape. ***** " You love it ?" asked the child, whose presence she had completely concealed for a few minutes. "Who, miss?" she replied, unsure of what the latter was talking about. She tilted her head, as if she didn't understand. "My doll." 'Oh... The doll.' [...] "She is very pretty, but why is she locked up?" she couldn't contain her curiosity. The girl lowered her eyes, to slip them on her soft toy, whose neck she caressed in an affectionate manner, giving the scene a sinister atmosphere. "So that she doesn't escape"

Ima was always a pariah. His obsession with video games and visual novels made him the perfect target for social rejection, leading him to live more within digital worlds than in the harshness of reality. However, his life changes drastically after a failed confession of love ends in a fatal accident. On the threshold of death, Ima receives an offer impossible to refuse: a second chance in exchange for a deal that will alter his existence forever. Waking up seconds before the impact, Ima discovers that he now possesses the abilities of the games he loves so much. Notifications, statistics, and decision points appear before his eyes. But what seems like any fan's dream soon transforms into a lucid nightmare. Ima will not be slow to understand that the mechanics of a visual novel are atrocious when applied to real life. Forced by a power he cannot turn off and dragged by social circumstances beyond his control, he will gradually find himself entangled in dilemmas and problems that will lead him to live a life he never desired.

Il tempo non si può fermare. Tu sì, ma non lui. La vita continua. Ricomincia, si muove, va avanti, senza guardare in faccia nessuno. E tu, sei in grado di farlo senza guardarti alle spalle? Quando il passato diviene cenere ciò che puoi fare è costruirci sopra, che sia poi fatto coi pugni stretti ed i nervi tesi, il futuro che ti aspetta. Pieno di pericoli, di sfide, di fughe, di guai, di corse, di nuovi problemi e di nuove minacce a cui non sai dare un nome. Fra segreti svelati e nuove realtà misteriose non sempre si ha la soluzione, se non la morte su cui basavi le tue vecchie idee. Proprio là, dove si fermava sia la ragione che il suo contrario. E se il tempo non si può fermare neanche la resa dal passato lo può fare. Rimane solo da far fronte ad ogni cosa che ci si parerà davanti. E tu, sei in grado di farlo senza averne paura? @copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

"A few months ago, I would have easily said that you would simply be mine if I wanted it that way.", the taller one continued after a few breaths before he even began to smirk. "A frightening thought, don't you think?", his voice softened. Became more wary. As if he were talking about something forbidden that no one else should hear. Before I could respond to that, though, a shallow touch on my wrist stopped me in my tracks and disappeared before a single sound could leave my lips. "I'm greedy. Envious of Maynard for being watched by you with so much affection and love.", the light-haired man confessed. "Just once. Just once, I want to be looked at from those eyes.", my counterpart whispered, now carefully embracing my forearm. Pulled it closer, which is why I inevitably took a small step in his direction as well. "Not because I have blue blood in me. Not because I have successfully emerged from battles or negotiations. Nor because I later gained power as crown prince and king.", with each word Awin regained more and more of his confident tone. "You never had any hidden agenda. Loved Maynard plain and simple. Was just a woman who loved a man and it was foolish. So foolish, Kalea." The expression on his face changed, however I couldn't quite explain it or even interpret it. "And yet, in doing so, you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.", the king murmured as he now gently placed my hand on his chest. Through the fabric it was possible for me to sense his fast beating heart. It seemed to literally race, which is why I could not help it. I looked at him in disbelief, since he usually made a terribly indifferent impression towards me. "Being watched with the same affection just once would be enough for me. I'll give you the world if it satisfies you. Juste give me a chance to change your image of me, please.", Awin whispered. Seemed almost pleading, which was incredibly out of character for him.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"