sea of silence

Avant les formes et les mondes, il n’existait que deux réalités : le Néant, et la Conscience. De la première vibration de la Conscience naquirent les êtres capables de donner sens au réel. Amado Shirogane, gardien de l’Équilibre, fut créé pour réguler ce qui existe. Rebecca Shirogane, Artiste de la Création, donna forme aux pensées et aux émotions. De leur œuvre émergèrent les Ama Girls, incarnations conceptuelles chargées de stabiliser les dimensions issues de la Conscience. Dans cet univers façonné par les idées, chaque émotion peut devenir matière, chaque pensée une loi, et chaque fracture une anomalie capable d’altérer la réalité. Mais alors que des perturbations inédites apparaissent dans les plans de la Conscience, Amado pressent que l’équilibre qu’il protège commence à vaciller. Voici la chronique d’un monde où raison, imagination et harmonie façonnent l’existence… et des premières gardiennes appelées à en préserver la cohérence.

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

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

This is a world with only the sea, countless islands scattered on the sea, and countless treasures scattered in the sea. Swords, gunpowder, and sailboats are the main themes of the sea. The power of the gods is hidden in these countless secret treasures. Eternal wealth, endless life, hidden knowledge, and fantastic power are all treasures. Get the treasure hunting system and find treasures in this magical sea.

En la Tierra de la era moderna, An Lin parece haber sido abandonado por Dios. Cuando su padre desaparece de repente, An Lin se queda con la inmensa deuda de su padre, lo que pone su vida en riesgo. Tras ser acorralado en una azotea por sus acreedores, An Lin es inesperadamente levantado por los aires y depositado en el suelo a salvo. Tras descubrir que fue salvado por un Inmortal, a An Lin le es obsequiado, aparentemente por pura generosidad, el «Sistema del Dios de la Guerra» y un pase a un nuevo reino. Acompaña a An Lin mientras experimenta un mundo completamente nuevo de leyendas, conoce a muchos nuevos amigos, adquiere armas y herramientas legendarias y emprende su camino para convertirse en un poderoso cultivador. ¡Nunca hay un momento aburrido en la nueva vida de An Lin con su "genial" nuevo Sistema!

Pendant des années, Liora a tout donné : son corps, son énergie, son silence. Mais un jour, elle réalise la vérité la plus violente : ce qu’elle appelle “amour”… est en train de la tuer. Mariée à Neris, un homme froid et imprévisible, façonné par un père manipulateur, Liora s’efface un peu plus chaque jour. Les silences deviennent des murs. Les excuses deviennent des armes. Et ses enfants deviennent les témoins d’un mariage qui se désintègre. Jusqu’au jour où son cœur lâche. Où son âme se fissure. Où Liora comprend que rester la détruit plus que partir. À partir de là, tout se déchaîne : – crises émotionnelles – mensonges familiaux – trahisons cachées – manipulation psychologique – blessures d’enfance – vérités qu’on aurait préféré ne jamais savoir Alors que Neris répète les comportements toxiques hérités d’un père disparu, Liora découvre quelque chose qu’il ne pourra jamais contrôler : son éveil. Ce roman est celui d’une femme qui se relève. D’une mère qui protège ses enfants. D’une âme qui renaît après avoir trop longtemps survécu. Elle s’était tue pour sauver sa famille. Elle parlera désormais pour se sauver elle-même.

Un evento repentino y sin precedentes tuvo lugar en la Tierra. Una fisura apareció instantáneamente en el cielo azul y despejado, revelando un vacío desprovisto de toda luz más allá, cubriendo al instante todo el planeta, sin dejar Vida, ni Infierno, ni Paraíso atrás... Así comenzó un nuevo caos y el gran inicio de una vida carente de toda esperanza. En este apocalipsis y mundo sin ley, sin límites impuestos a sus seres, una silenciosa y oscura voluta tomó forma. Una voluta que estaba destinada a convertirse en el Horror de Todo nació... "Espera… ¡¿Me he convertido en un Fantasma?!" _______________________________

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend