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Betrayed by his childhood friend and expelled from the Hero Party, Orun Dura—once a skilled swordsman turned loyal Enchanter—is mocked as a "jack-of-all-trades, master of none." Cast out alone, he returns to solo adventuring with his versatile skills. What his former comrades dismissed as mediocrity becomes his greatest strength: rapid adaptability across swordplay, magic, and more. As he rises through explosive battles and deadly challenges, Orun proves that true power lies in versatility, forging a path to surpass every expectation.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment Title : Jack of Arts Synopsis: Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world. "Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation" - Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner "I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better." - Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner. "Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era." - Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee. "I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!" - Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor. --------------- A ground work for a novel idea in the future. --------------- English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

A story about lazyness and the true NEET life.

A nameless man awakens in a world he does not recognize, inheriting the life of a dead dock worker. With no past, no identity, and no place in this unfamiliar world, he must decide what kind of life he will build from the remains of another’s. This is the first draft version of the story. The writing quality is lower than the planned final version that will be rewritten after this draft is completed. Read with that in mind. Note: 1st – Starting from chapter 27 onward, I will write the plot with more summarized events, minimal dialogue, and fewer internal thoughts. Once that draft is done, I can focus on fleshing out the characters, environment, and other details. 2nd – After chapter 50, I will begin adding chapters that specifically explain the things behind the story, mostly for future reference after rewriting the whole story. IT WILL HAVE A LOT OF SPOILERS. There will also be things I wish to add in the final version as well.

They first met on a train. She just came out from retirement of being a hermit while he was traveling incognito. He was reading a book when she interrupted his concentration. “Do you want to know how fast I read?” The man looked up, his charcoal eyes peered at her, an eyebrow was raised. How shameless can she be? But whatever, she needed to read that book. “I can finish it in thirty minutes.” “So do I. If you stop talking to me,” the man once again buried his head on the book. “I can give you a very detailed book review?” The man continued reading, treating her like an air. She pursed her lips, thinking how she can convince the man. “Giving up so soon? I thought you want to read this book?” The man threw her a glance, raising the book in front of her face, tempting her. “Okay. What do you want?” She braced herself for his outrageous answer. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m sure you can give it to me.” She squared her shoulders, indicating him to proceed with his request. “Just a kiss,” the man said, his charcoal eyes became darker. She almost fell from her seat when she heard the man’s request. She looked at the man’s lips unconsciously then back to the book. For the first time in history, Li Nuxie wanted both. ================= This is an original story. I just changed the cover which is from Canva. I hope you like it. :) Thanks. By the way, I'm an amateur writer and English is not my first language so please pardon my grammar.

Jack Frost, el príncipe heredero de Magik, posee un poder prohibido: el equilibrio perfecto entre Fuego y Hielo. Encerrado durante años en un castillo flotante sobre un abismo infinito, Jack escapa buscando la verdad sobre la desaparición de sus padres. Pero al llegar a la ciudad humana, descubre que su libertad es una ilusión. Una conspiración milenaria liderada por los **Cuatro Genios de la Maldad** ha puesto sus ojos en él. No quieren matarlo; quieren usar su esencia como batería para conquistar otros reinos. Con la ayuda de su hermano mayor, la legendaria **Storm**, y un grupo de herederos dispares —incluida una princesa rebelde y una misteriosa espía del linaje Thunder—, Jack deberá sobrevivir a trampas mortales, desvelar secretos familiares y enfrentar un torneo amañado diseñado para drenar su poder. En un mundo donde dioses antiguos despiertan y dimensiones colisionan, Jack Frost debe decidir: ¿será la pieza que rompe el multiverso o el **Nexo** que lo salvará?

‘‘What in God’s name is happening’’ Martha asked as she properly wore Marcus’ jacket and rolled the sleeve till it was her arm’s length. ‘The thing I have been shielding everyone from’ I answered running a hand through my hair. ‘’And what is that?’’ she asked pulling off her shoes. ‘Nothing you need to know about Milky way’ I said to her. ‘’You did not just mean that! I almost just got hit right now Sir and you are still telling me I need not know?’’ she asked in a slightly elevated hushed tone. ‘I’ll explain it all to you but do you see that car over there’ I asked pointing towards my car and she nodded. ‘I am going to cover you and I want you to run as hard as you can. Do you hear me?’ I asked looking at her directly. ‘’You might not know this but I am a level four combatant now but my dad put a pause to my trainings because of my studies so the least I can do is run’’ she said with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘I know everything about you L4 combatant. On my count of three, you run’ I said as I pulled out an Akdal Ghost TR01 pistol from the back of my pants. ‘One Two…’ I started but she cut me off, ‘’don’t get hit Milky Way’’ she said and I chortled lightly, surprised that she was still worrying about me even though I put her in harm’s way only a couple of seconds ago and at the nickname she just reciprocated in calling me. ‘I’ll try. Three!’ I said and she started running while I side ran with her shooting at the direction the bullet came from the other time. Because I was running, the bullets fired back did not touch me at first but before I got to my car, I was shot in my arm. I opened the door of the car to get in and was expecting Martha to do same but that was when I turned back and saw it. Martha did not make it to the car, she was sprawled on the floor, in her red dress, with her blood flowing from her side.

Warning I lost most of my work for this, just the writing would have sucked but I also lost my huge amount of planning and its too much work to try and rebuild what I was writing, so I’ve stopped writing this and started a new novel. It’s very different from this one though, but if you’d still like to support me it’s called “For I will be the war Empress.” I am a student though so posting stories won’t really be on a fixed day but I’ll try my best. Anyways, thank you for reading this. The world is at its peak of technology, Many things that seemed unachievable were now at arms length. Yet even now, Money is still what really controls the world and the people. Those who have too much time began to spend time in a virtual reality game that is so vast and open, that there are still many places that haven't been open. This game was called The Lands of Oasis. L.O for short. Like many others, this man has a hard time with money, earning minimum wage from a local convenience store, which he hates, but he needs to pay rent after all, but he's not self absorbent, he was also working to pay off his dead father's debt, and mother's hospital fees. He was once a top player in RPG games but now, he has no choice to live by working until he spotted a great deal with the game he has always wanted to try, A boarding house for gamers, specifically for L.O players. The male managed to get a deal with only having to pay 30% the amount that was meant to be paid for half a year, room and gaming equipment and food included, he rushed to take the chance. Earning money however he could within the game, Even getting a legendary and one of a kind class. Without realizing it, his job slowly became something he truly loved, now slowly aiming for the title of number one player. Yet what if there was something else that was brought with his luck, while in a random party, a member suddenly acts weird before logging off. The next day, they were found killed. At first, the boy wasn’t going to mind it, but the moment he witnessed his own companion, he himself felt he had to find out what happened, both inside, and outside the game.

Are you sick of characters gaining supreme powers without earning them? Do you get sick of the phrase "A jack of all trades but a master of none?" Well I am! And as the author I welcome you to this wonderful book following the tales of Vincent! for once I'm gonna make a MC that isn't OP because some god made a stupid mistake or because they for some unexplained reason got a system out of nowhere (don't get me wrong i do genuinely enjoy such stories but recently I've gotten a bit tiered of such tales) in this story it will be earned! Practice makes perfect!

After hitting the game-winner in the NCAA Finals, Michael Schmidt dies on the court—his heart finally giving out. But he wakes up in 2009, 14 years old, healthy… and 6'9". Given a second chance and a Michael Jordan Template System, he must grind to unlock greatness—one percent at a time. No heart condition. No excuses. Just pure domination. From high school gyms to NCAA arenas, he’s not here to follow Jordan’s path— He’s here to surpass it. Dont have an editor so i get AI to do it (only to fix grammer mistakes though)