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Good news! The game is up and running! Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game. Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world. High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery... Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players. Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die. Wait, what's this? 【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】 Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!" (PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about. Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...) ```

Gute Neuigkeiten! Das Spiel läuft! Schlechte Neuigkeiten, während andere Spieler das Spiel spielen, werde ich vom Spiel gespielt. Bai E hatte "Galaxy Online" reserviert, nur um festzustellen, dass er in Kanonenfutter, einen künstlichen Menschen innerhalb der Spielwelt, verwandelt wurde. Hochdimensionale Dämonen, endlose Schwärme von Insekten, die Krise intelligenter Maschinen... Universelle Schädlinge, die außer Kontrolle geraten, und Bai E muss sogar einer vierten Katastrophe gegenüberstehen—Spielern. Angesichts dieser Dinge findet nicht einmal die Seele nach dem Tod Frieden. Einen Platz zum Begraben zu finden scheint zunächst die klügste Art zu sterben. Warte, was ist das? 【Glücksschlag: Zehnfacher kritischer Treffer, maximierte Droprate, ein einzelner Schlag für 999! Aktuelle Ladung: 100/100 (Hinweis: Ausrüstung hängt vollständig von Drops ab, freier Handel für alle.)】 Bai E: "Anfangs habe ich mich geweigert, in dieser krisenreichen Galaxie-Welt ums Überleben zu kämpfen, aber dann habe ich es versucht, wow! Die Droprate ist wirklich hoch!" (PS: Spieler, die betrogen wurden, können auch einen Prozess haben, für den sie sich begeistern. Kommt, spielt ein Spiel, Protagonisten, Spieler, wir...)

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

A princess in a fantasy world, shackled by restrictive rules of the castle, had sought nothing but freedom. She found it in the end. It was death. However, the princess had found herself waking up in a body of Devon Lin. A twenty-five-year-old aspiring author living a double-life struggling to write stories at day and a contracted sleeping buddy at night? Meet Lewis Qin. Fame, looks, wealth, and power. He has it all. However, not known to many, Lewis had a severe sleeping problem. Until he met her… Can the princess finally find the freedom she sought? Or was the contract that binds her with him was just another shackle she must break free? Would he fall asleep? Or fall in love? Watch as these two try to make ends meet, find their place and purpose in this vast world.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dragons, who existed even before the birth of human civilization, became the guardian dragons of the empire. But I don't care what you all call me, I'm going to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Special Tags: Gender Bender

Author: Donald Firesmith is the prize-winning author of speculative fiction including The Secrets of Hawthorne House (teen paranormal urban fantasy), the Hell Holes series (alien invasion science fiction), and Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore (fantasy). Named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, he is also the author of 7 technical books in system and software engineering. In his spare time, he crafts one-of-a-kind jeweled magic wands. It was only an old book that the professor found while traveling by train through Scotland. A scholar of medieval history, Professor George Smith was on sabbatical studying Scottish legends and myths when he chanced to meet an aged Scotsman and his granddaughter on their way to her new boarding school in the Isles of Skye. The young girl had accidentally left her book behind, and the professor picked it up meaning to send it on to her. But then he looked inside and discovered it was no ordinary book. It was a school textbook on magic. Could it be real? Could it have actually been left by accident and found by chance? Or was it all an elaborate hoax played on the unsuspecting professor? Did he ever find the secret Isles of Skye School of Magick? Did he ever discover the hidden world of wizards and witches implied by the book's very existence? Or did they find him? The professor vanished soon afterwards, and the answers are unknown. Read the book and decide for yourself. Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore is that textbook from The Isles of Skye School of Magick. The first chapter begins with a basic overview of magic wands followed by an introduction to magical theory including the four planes of existence (Astral, Spectral, Physical, and Daemonic), the five metaphysical elementals (Quintessence, Air, Fire, Earth, and Water), and the three preternatural phases of Light, Twilight, and Darkness. It also contains sets of the commonly used spells associated with each of these elementals and phases. The first chapter then describes the different types of wands, their components, how they are crafted, and how they are used to cast spells. Chapter two teaches the 17 principles of wand making. Chapters three through six comprehensively cover the materials used to make magic wands including magical creatures (both beings and beasts), magical woods, mystical crystals, and mystical metals. Chapter seven documents 26 famous and infamous witches and wizards, their wands, and how well their wands suited their needs. Chapter eight concludes the textbook by nicely summarizing the contents of the entire textbook. Each of the chapters ends with student exercises, the answers of which are included in the back of the textbook which also includes a glossary, references, and afterword by the editor. If you have ever wondered what young witches and wizards actually study in their hidden magic schools, then this book is for you.

[Mystery/Crime Solving + Mental Illness + Doted On By Everyone + No CP] A week ago, whenever Jiang Li slept, she would find herself either dismembering a body or on the way to dispose of one. When she saw that a serial murder case in the news matched her dreams exactly, she decided to turn herself in. At the police station, she dreamed of killing someone again, only to realize upon waking up... She had gained the first-person perspective of a criminal! Right at the beginning, she sent her human-trafficker adoptive father to the police station. As a result, just after returning, she dreamed of herself driving a car and running over a whole street of people! After a careful investigation, it turned out to be the largest trafficking organization. The moment she closed her eyes, she saw herself chopping meat again, so she had no choice but to call the police once more. Later... "Officer Ji, I..." As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the police officer squatting by her bed, looking at her with gleaming eyes. Before she could finish speaking, he excitedly stood up. "Let's go, let's go! We get it, we get it!" Afterwards, it was almost as if they had moved the entire police station into her house, eating and living together with her. "Jiang Li, you're awake? Are there any new cases?" "Jiang Li, Jiang Li, are you sleepy?" "Jiang Li, Jiang Li, handcuffs in the left hand, gun in the right, we're always ready!" Further on, as the cases unfolded, her life story came to the surface, and everything became traceable.

From the day he was out of diapers, he never knew a peaceful life. Alone as a child and sent to a orphanage with questionable practices, then adopted by criminals and grew up to work in a black company. There was not a time where he could rest in peace except for when death finally came. But now, in this new world and in his new body, he will do whatever it takes to protect his sleep time. Whether it's defeating the demon king or making friends with the hero, as long as it protects his peaceful sleep he'll do it.