blueberry inflation story

Thorvald was a good Norwegian, but that life was short lived as he was forcefully transmigrated to a fantasy world. Follow the lighthearted protagonist as he works his way from being a blueberry sized dungeon core to become the most famous dungeon master! —— Author’s disclaimer: This is written for my own enjoyment, at my own pace, whenever I feel inspired or am bored enough to put in the time.

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[Two Chapters/Day... Unless I'm really busy. Like I am til the 20th.] What weight would you put on life? Is it something sacred? Or something you can just toss aside the second it gets inconvenient? Would you consider life to be a sum of all lively experiences or just the art of existing? Even if the existence itself was empty? Elyan was but a human who didn't know how to answer any of those. But humans can learn, they can grow, after all, they are alive. This is the tale of a man trying to get back up on his feet after everyone he knew left him to rot. This is a tale about trying to find meaning through the absence of life. A tale trying to explore death. This is a tale recalling the rise of Death Incarnate. *** Art by taekwonkim. I did not commission this god-tier artist. https://discord.gg/dkSzcwa3DM (character design and more) [THIS RE-UPLOAD IS JUST TO CHECK IF I'M GETTING SHADOWBANNED OR NOT. CUZ THE NUMBERS DON'T MATCH UP.]

Sasha is a Gold digger with daddy issues, finding her match...someone, with a lot of Principle Ash...with sexual tensions...rising between her and her sugardaddy, on why her sugar daddy never touched her... but... for some reason... very touchy to this new butler; Ash. Sasha has suspicions... But she can't help.... falling in love, on Ash before everything else. What would happen next?

"But even in the darkness I could still see his soul, and its color was a deep blue." His soul is shattering, reaching out to anyone willing to take it and put it back together, but all her efforts to help him only result in their suffering.

I’m really good at writing a synopsis so just read it if you’d like _______________________________________ I’ll try my best to do a weekly update

"Jika waktu ini habis apa aku akan kembali?." "Tentu kau akan kembali dan semua akan seperti semula." apa aku bermimpi aku mendengar seseorang berbicara pada ku?. walau samar aku mendengar nya, BERISIK.... Dia mengusik telingaku DIAAAMMMM..... !!!! ........ "Hanya aku tak ingin waktu ini habis."

Heroes. Icons of hope. Defenders of the weak. They are not bound by duty, nor are they compelled by law. And yet, they rise. They stand between chaos and order, not because they must, but because they choose to. That choice—the willingness to fight for others—is what makes them more than just people with powers. It makes them legends. Every child dreams of being one. Of soaring through the skies, of standing tall against the forces of evil, of hearing their name chanted by the people they save. To be strong. To be admired. To matter. Kevin Trades once shared that dream. But dreams are fragile things. The cold wind howled past his ears as he plummeted. The night sky stretched above him, a canvas of stars indifferent to the boy who had just been thrown from a rooftop. The world around him blurred, city lights twisting into streaks of yellow and white. His body twisted midair, arms flailing as he reached for anything—something—to stop his fall. But there was nothing. Only gravity’s cruel embrace pulling him down, faster and faster. Then—impact. Pain exploded through his body. He hit the pavement hard, his vision flashing white before turning to darkness. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world felt distant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake from. Then, the taste of metal filled his mouth. A weak cough escaped his lips, splattering liquid onto the cold concrete beneath him. He forced his eyes open, the dim glow of a nearby streetlight illuminating the substance pooling by his face. It wasn’t red. Blue. A deep, rich blue, glistening under the light like liquid sapphire. Kevin’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers reached out, touching the unnatural blood oozing from his lips. It was real. Something inside him stirred. A realization. A possibility. Maybe… just maybe… He could become a hero.

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...

Reborn into the past, Zhao Nuanyue is no longer willing to be morally blackmailed by her so-called relatives and be a puppet at their mercy. She will use her own abilities to protect her younger brother and personally take revenge for her past life. Her benefactor from her past life is in a coma, and she voluntarily becomes a bride to ward off bad luck, becoming his wife. What was a solo fight transforms into a tag-team takedown, crushing those cruel, malicious bitches and scumbags from her past life! That man: "Whoever bullies you, I'll kill them!" That woman: "No need. Just dote on me. I'll take care of trashing the scum myself!"