projection in linear algebra

A beam of light, transcending the barriers of countless universes, projected onto the countless worlds, becoming a spectacle for the natives of each world! When Jingliu finely diced Blade into minced meat, the Demon Slayer Corps were shocked! 'What kind of breathing technique is that? Ice Breathing?' (A certain Demon King trembled in a corner) When Acheron unleashed a spectacular slash in Penacony, a girl named Mei on a certain starship couldn't even hold her rice scoop steady. 'She's also named Mei? She also has lightning attributes? And... why does her voice sound exactly like mine?' This is bad! I have a feeling the upcoming scenes are going to have an unacceptable, super-crazy development! Updates Schedule: 1 Chapter every M/W/F @11am GMT+08 If you want to support me and want advanced access to up to 10 Chapters, you can check it @patreon.com/Icedrone

Seperti sebuah persamaan linear —kadang-kadang jawapan cinta hanya ditemui selepas kita berani menyelesaikan semua pembolehubah yang menyakitkan. Raisya, 17 tahun, berpindah ke sebuah sekolah kampung demi melarikan diri daripada tekanan hidup lamanya — dan untuk mencari seseorang dari masa silam yang pernah menyelamatkannya. Di sekolah baharu, dia menjadi tumpuan semua orang, kecuali seorang pelajar bermasalah yang digelar gangster: Zack. Pertemuan tanpa kata membawa kepada gosip palsu pertunangan yang mengikat mereka dalam satu hubungan tidak dirancang. Di sebalik sikap dingin Zack tersembunyi seorang remaja genius yang terluka, manakala Raisya pula menyimpan rahsia kelam yang belum terungkai. Di bawah cahaya bulan dan kunang-kunang sawah padi, dua jiwa yang berbeza mula saling memahami. Namun, persoalan terbesar masih menghantui Raisya — adakah Zack lelaki misteri yang pernah menyelamatkannya tiga tahun lalu? Sebuah kisah romantik remaja, tentang cinta yang lahir daripada salah faham… dan takdir yang tidak pernah tersilap memilih.

I was reborn inside a fantasy novel, not as a hero, not as a villain, but as Prince Arthur, a side character whose fate was predetermined from the beginning. A prince without talent, a prince abandoned by the royal family, a prince destined to die. Fortunately, I knew the future. If fate desired my death, then I would rewrite my destiny and seize the throne myself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi everyone, I'm Cameyoo (name changed). I'm a novelist who recently started writing. I hope you'll support me, and I apologize if there are any mistakes in my work.

welcome to Hallow, Junx whatever, were monsters and all creatures of the dimensions linear world come out or are spat out, here, normalization doesn't exist, but what is a human doing here for hell sake! "This world has numerous secrets, some are dangerous, other are fascinating, come and explore Hallow with all of us, if you die, then be it" said Scot

In a world where memories are extracted and weaponized, a traumatized girl and her guilt-ridden brother are pulled into a covert war against parasitic beings undermining civilization—forcing them to choose between destroying the origin of magic itself or preserving their power at the cost of humanity’s freedom. This is the linear version of the story, so you will spend more time with each perspective before switching to the next.

The year is 2022. A black hole has slowly passed by earth and consumed it breaking apart organic and inorganic matter alike into cosmic dust. The laws of science ordinarily at work with no prejudice. As the seas and earth begin to be sucked past the event horizon the people of earth stare at the edges of the primordial beast. Taking in consideration it is probably no larger than the planets core, twice as big as the moon in comparison. The feeling it gives off is unexplainable. An innate pressure and the feeling that it is not there at the same time. Volcanos and tornadoes of godly proportion is now all is seen on the horizon. A rumbling of the earth crust as it breaks into the sky dashes all hope of survival. People are losing their grip on the ground as in turn they get sucked away passing through the void. But there is still air in the void the atmosphere taking on characteristics of a funnel. Unlike theory everyone is not getting crushed but pass through a very thin film on the very edge of the event horizon and lose consciousness. That is truly where this story begins.

This is a story of reincarnation. Of survival. And of the world. Signs. A gift given to humanity's faithful by the God of Creation. The power that allows mankind to perform supernatural feats. All the elements of nature, are within mankind's grasp. Crafts. A gift given to honor humanity's hard work by the Goddess of Salvation. The power that rewards mankind's work and dedication, propels them further beyond the limits. With these powers, mankind has prospered. They weathered tragedies after tragedies. Civilization falls and rebuilds. When one future ends, another begins. There is seemingly no end to humanity's light. Nothing can stop them from growing stronger than ever before. Or so it seems. When faced with impossible odds, what would mankind do? When faced with certain death, what would mankind choose? If it's them... what would they do? A vagrant. Living a life bereft of meaning, he adventures and discovers. With nothing inside him, he went along the waves of life. A warrior. Left behind by everything she held dear, she goes wherever her strength allows her. To where? For whose sake? She does not know. Nor does she care. A mage. With nothing on her name, she strives. Alone, she works. To carve her soul upon the annals of history, she would sacrifice everything for her dream. A scholar. Drowning in his thirst for knowledge. He shunned everyone and everything that he used to hold dear. For nothing could be as fulfilling as making the unknown known. When the fate of the world unknowingly falls upon their hands... What would they become? This is their journey. This is his story. What end will those eyes see? What future will those hands grasp? Nobody shall know. But I can only hope... That their future will be a kind one. [Author's Note: I will be using Indonesian honorifics throughout this story. If you see some words you do not recognize, they might be Indonesian Honorifics. Here are some of them that I often use: Kak (Kakak): Very versatile. It can be used on both male and female. Usually used to refer to someone that's young. Can also be used to refer to older siblings or someone that is older than you. Dik/Dek (Adik): Used to refer to someone younger than you. Usually used for younger siblings. Mas: Usually used to refer to males. Can be used for both old and young males. Mbak: Usually used to refer to females. Can be used for both old and young females. Pak (Bapak): Used to refer to older males or fatherly parental figures. Bu (Ibu): Used to refer to older females or motherly parental figures. Om (Om-om): Used to refer to somewhat older males.]

The classic tale of a young hero on the quest for revenge,family, or new found love our hero is a dream state of the writer with childhood imaginative exaggerations of the writers life but , the twist is his newfound powers.

"Selamat datang di dunia kami, Altruistisch" Tanpa peringatan, dan tanpa ampun kata-kata itu menyelinap kedalam telinga mereka, lalu mengubah takdir para remaja itu secara drastis. Seakan menerima takdir, para remaja itu mengemban beratnya tanggung jawab seorang "Pahlawan", para pahlawan memiliki kemampuannya di bidang masing-masing yaitu pedang, tombak, tameng, dan panah. Namun hanya masalah waktu hingga mereka menyadari bahwa dunia bernama Altruistisch, tidaklah sesimple yang mereka duga. Dunia itu dipenuhi oleh manusia yang hanya hidup untuk memenuhi ego masing-masing, dunia dimana hidup manusia hanya seberat beberapa koin emas, dunia dimana diskriminasi dapat dilihat dimana-mana, dunia dimana sihir dan pedang berkuasa, dunia dimana perang menakutkan antara Iblis dan Manusia mengamuk di sekujur dunia. Dan dunia dimana para pahlawan mulai ragu untuk mengemban tugas mereka yaitu melindungi para sampah masyarakat yang hanya menindas. Ini adalah cerita tentang seorang pahlawan egois yang dibutakan jiwa keadilan miliknya. {Cover Source : https://mobile.twitter.com/AzurLane_EN/status/1184777891306864641?fbclid=IwAR3pe-tWi3vF0-2_kcLXlXFoPwjUXmy6oLRy0_dMCV8uvjS7IU7k_xK2dfQ}

Here, wherever I am, intangible, undefined, conscious thought does not follow a set path with which to follow. Ripples of reflections spread outward, tapering off into nothingness. Beginning and ending has no meaning here, it either is, or it isn't.