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Fang Qingyu has a special talent that he could see profession tags of others, which, in most cases, are Student, Deliveryman and Driver. However, one day when he steps into a martial arts hall, he notices a special tag above the couch's head. The red words read: Martial Artist.

its anything that you want it to be its meant for your feelings to just let lose

As the arcane tide surges in reverse, conflict and death once again sweep across the land.Foreign races rise, dragons roar, and abyssal demons stir in the depths.The Transcendent wield divine might in mortal flesh, greedily coveting the gods’ forbidden domains—unaware that the deities, silent for tens of thousands of years, have already opened their eyes. In such a turbulent age, the protagonist Roland relies on his unique profession interface to break free from conventional class-change restrictions, gaining special effects. [Blacksmith Apprentice] → [Humble Apprentice][Recruit] → [Battle-Ready][Scholar] → [Focused Study] More than that, different professions can resonate with one another, granting additional bonuses: [Blacksmith Apprentice] + [Recruit] = [Tempered Through Trials][Blacksmith Apprentice] + [Scholar] = [Standardized Production][Recruit] + [Scholar] = [Theory and Practice] Every path leads to unknown power, and every breakthrough carries him one step farther from the shackles of mortality. Holding multiple professions—scraping by in a chaotic age?No.Omniscient. Omnipotent. Standing at the pinnacle of the world.

I hope you read, and when you read I hope you find that aching- that longing in you. I hope to light a spark of love in everyone who reads me, that will forge a fire of self love- together we can raise Mother Earth higher.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due. There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions, There is blue.

It's just poetry I wanted to share with you

Poetry ••• Aimless. I guess that's what I am. There's no place I'd like to arrive at. So that makes me aimless. My feet start to ache. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm so very tired you see. I'm urged to keep on moving. Even if it's painful. I want to stop and ponder. Maybe think of where I'll end. What will happen if my feet grow roots. They usher me forward. Hands pushing against my back. I don't want to walk anymore. Upon this dusty path. My feet are dirty and tired you see. Good sir, please allow me rest. I'm urged to keep on moving. Regardless of my health. Since they push me to walk forward. I guess that I'll walk sideways. Aimlessly in the dust. I guess that's what I am. Aimless.