dune 2 press conference

by: 내츄럴향기 『Pressing this button will transport you into the world of the genre I write. (You can leave once the story is finished. But if it’s not completed, who knows.)』 A silly post that appeared on my social media timeline. The problem was that anything seemed interesting during exam period. I quickly pressed ‘Share’ and called my friends to chat, then I must have fallen asleep… I should have fallen into a deep slumber just like that. “Chirp.” What? “Cheep!” What?! Where am I?

“Thank you for calling Centerburg Bank and Credit account management. This is Leigh, how may I help you?!” For the millionth time since I started this job, I wonder how I got stuck here in my hometown, when all my other high school friends, even my old crush Donovan, managed to go on to do so many more cool things in way better places. “Hey, Leigh, how was your weekend?” A voice like smoke and velvet flows through the headset that soothes my Lycan ears. Butterflies and sparks make my cheeks flush. How is it possible for a Lycan to fall in love with a voice? *** Mackenzie thought her life working at the local bank was boring and simple until, suddenly, it wasn’t. Can such a simple love survive the return of an old flame, brutal fights with Shifters, and a violent mystery that rocks a small town? It will be a close call, but for Lycans, you can always press one. For Lycans, Press One is created by Meg Carlyle, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The War of Blood has lasted for centuries. On the night the Sage Kingdom fell, Queen Yusa put her four-day-old son in a wooden box and hid him with magic. Her brother Arthava took the crown. ​ Thieves stole the box. They thought it was gold. That baby is now twelve-year-old Luis Nimero. He lives in a border town with his adoptive parents — a retired mage and a blacksmith. He trains every morning with his uncle Jack, the kingdom's third-ranked swordsman, and his best friends Rio and Lily. ​ The town Appraise says Luis has normal human energy. So why did a queen die to hide him?

# SURVIVAL # MATERIALIST # HUMOR When Su Yan woke up, he realized the zombie apocalypse had arrived. His door was about to be broken down by zombies and he wasn’t armed with anything. He quickly picked his keyboard up to try and defend himself. It was then he noticed something written on his keyboard. [F1: Move-through-wall] [F2: Invisibility] [F3: All Weapon, Infinite Ammo] [F4: Automated Lock] [F5: See-through Sight] [Ctrl + C: Copy Everything] When Su Yan finally got to the last line of command, he was shocked. [F: World Destruction]

In an empire where prophecies are woven by the Bene Gesserit and the Noble Houses battle in an ancient power game, some are born marked not by destiny... but by the fear they inspire. Kael Atreides, firstborn of Leto and Jessica, was not conceived to be a mere cog in the Brotherhood's schemes. From birth, his abilities defied expectations, and the Reverend Mothers saw in him a threat that not even the Kwisatz Haderach could contain. The decision was stark: banishment. No trial. No explanation. Only an order sealed by silence. Aboard a rudderless pod, Kael was launched beyond the known routes, into the eternal void... until the void answered. In the farthest reaches of the universe, where neither CHOAM nor the Emperor could cast their gaze, a colossus of metal and mystery awaited him: a Ring forgotten by human history. There, an ancient intelligence—a Monitor of the Installation—saw not a lost child, but the worthy heir to an impossible legacy. Raised among titanic structures and the secrets of a technology that defied the laws of the Empire, Kael grew up far from Arrakis, from the intrigues of the Landsraad, and from the echo of the spice. But he did not forget his name. Nor his blood. Years later, when the Monitor declares his apprenticeship over, Kael returns to the known universe—not as the exiled son, but as the wielder of a power the Great Houses cannot understand or confront. As Paul Atreides faces his own destiny in the arena of Arrakis, Kael contemplates a broader horizon: He will not fight for a throne... He will fight to rewrite the rules of the game. But even in his unstoppable rise, questions haunt him: Is he master of his own will, or just another cog in a design even more ancient than the Bene Gesserit? Can a man molded by machines retain his humanity... or is Kael Atreides the first emperor of a new age where flesh no longer rules?

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

-- CAPÍTULOS TODOS OS DOMINGOS ÀS 18:00H!! -- (Obra pausada por algumas semanas!! 09/05/2021) Sinopse: Jhin acorda e percebe que está dentro do primeiro jogo de realidade virtual lançado há pouco tempo, no qual conseguiu ser selecionado para adquirir uma das cópias. No entanto, o que ele não imaginava é que fosse ficar preso dentro deste mundo perigoso e mortal, tendo que lutar por sua própria vida na esperança de zerar Adventure World Online...

The Garden of Eden is real. And from the Garden, creatures of sin and dust are born to roam the Earth, consuming sinners. When highschool senior Soji Ojo becomes one of these creatures, a bloom, and accidentally incinerates his family home, he's thrown into the world of blooms and maestros. He soon learns that there is a woman responsible for his curse, and sets out to destroy her before he completely loses his humanity. But as he dives deeper into this world, Soji and his friends will learn that reality is much deeper than what they perceive.

Because some Cinderellas wear boots. And some princes are just okay with that. "You're not a man," they all say and they're right. She isn't, and she wasn't trying to be. University isn't university when there isn't some drama involved, right? So, in comes Zenjee, a third-year university student whose sole objective was to graduate comfortably without shedding any light on her mundane existence. But things never go as planned, and she soon finds herself the centre of attention as a result of one unlucky encounter. Everything in her life comes crashing down the pit when she meets Raine, an obnoxious, homophobic disaster sent from hell, who just so happened to mistake her for a gay. The wheels of fate turn slowly, first comes hate, and what follows next is blatantly obvious. One is stubborn, and the other in denial, yet the two misguided souls can't escape from each other. "What's the cure for homophobia?" "Falling in love."

“I didn't realize you were in a conference. You said you'd dedicate three days to me, but you've been in meetings constantly. How frustrating.” During the company's regular online meeting, a voice from a young woman appeared on Ryan Carter's display. She didn't seem to realize what was happening and was acting coquettishly with Ryan as if no one was around. The colleagues who were just making noise suddenly quieted down, as if they were all waiting for my reaction - Ryan's wife. Everyone wants to see my jokes. This time, I remained calm. I calmly said to the colleague, "Please continue and ignore any interference."