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Crafting Goddess System

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Baca novel Crafting Goddess System yang ditulis oleh penulis strawberry_012 yang diterbitkan di WebNovel. During the COVID-19 pandemic, the prodigy of analysts, Kim Ha Neul holed herself in her own world of crafts and YouTube tutorials. From recycled paper to homemade BBQ sauce to books on plant toxins, s...

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During the COVID-19 pandemic, the prodigy of analysts, Kim Ha Neul holed herself in her own world of crafts and YouTube tutorials. From recycled paper to homemade BBQ sauce to books on plant toxins, she was immersed in her own paradise. That is, until an accident in her craft room caused her untimely death only for her to wake up as an infant in a whole new world. Loved by her new family but missing the modern life she's familiar with, how will she make life easier for herself? . . . “Did you hear? The Viscount's daughter was out buying scrap papers!” “I also saw her entering the Dark Forest last night!” “I heard that she made the Duke's demon son cry like a baby!” *on the other hand* Kim Ha Neul shrugged to herself as she tied up the ‘animals’ in the manor, “If restraining orders don't exist then I could just dispose of them without a hitch. Who would suspect a 7-year old of homicide?"

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Eu re-encarnei em um mundo de labirintos e magia com meu sistema FPS

Eu era só um cara comum como qualquer outro na era moderna, desperdiçando a minha vida com jogos e novels quando um ROBB iniciante decidiu-se aleatóriamente que eu teria uma nova vida em um mundo com labirintos e magia, e um sistema do último jogo que eu joguei. mas espera! Porque esse mundo se parece como uma mistura de novels e fanfics que eu li, e como se alguém sem um pingo de criatividade decidiu juntar um monte de histórias aleatórias em um único mundo com apenas algumas mudanças para ficar mais conveniente. Agora eu estou nesse mundo louco com outros transmigadores e regressores de história shoujo? tomara que elas não fiquem no meu caminho porquê eu fique um pouco louco depois de despertar o meu sistema!. -------‐----------------------------------------------------------------- -Essa fanfic não é bem uma fanfic, eu apenas peguei algumas ideias de algumas novels e fanfics que eu li e coloquei nesse mundo, mas personagens, nomes e lugares serão escolhidos por mim. - MC será bastante apático em relação às outras pessoas, o motivo será revelado nos primeiros capítulos. - Haverá SMUT, mas não como aquelas histórias sem sentido. - Haverá HARÉM, mas não no sentido da palavra pois o MC não as considera seu parceiros e sim posses e recursos, mas esperem um desenvolvimento de personagem, -Essa história será um pouco pesada, coisas como Incesto/Escravidão e estupro seram considerados comum nesse mundo, se não for pra você então não leia. - PS "O MC pode coagir ou manipular as mulheres com que ele tem interesse em levar para si, mas não com estupro". - Lembrando que essa é a minha primeira fanfc a outra não conta pois foi mais um teste e será re-escrita por isso eu posso estar em um ritmo lento no início para ganhar experiência em fornecer uma base para esse mundo. -Eu escrevo pelo celular então me perdoem pelos erros de gramática e me informem de futuros erros.

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THE LAST HEIRESS OF OBLONSKY, BEATRIX

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you... I am always with you til the end of time. You have no choice, we are both destined. Oh loving sun and dreamy moon, Grace us the light in our path divine, My past self, I thank you! For the wonderful memories... In my troubled present, found peace in you. Beatrix ********************************************** As I closed my journal... I just hear my Nana's footsteps and call out. "My princess, it's dinner time. Don't forget your coat, it's a bit freezing today!." "Yes, coming Nana!." I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, before sharing the table with Nana. The beauty in the mirror speaks of simplicity and elegance. I'm tall at my age of 15, around 183cm, with soft silver wavy hair and emerald green eyes. I'm looking at the reflection of my mother. And before my tears fall. "Beatrix?" A hint of annoyance in Nanas voice. "Yes, sorry Nana." Then, we silently eat our beetroot soup. In the same month, in different year. Our mother gather all of us, her children, near the fireplace hearth, made of granite and marble stone. My eldest brother Maxim played the piano while my older sister Annika played the flute. While me and my mom, cheerfully singing. Then, our beloved father Dimitri, joined us in our joyfulness. Amidst our liveliness, the commotion outside the House of Oblonsky raised our fears. People shouting with torches and guns. My father Dimitri was stunned. I'm crying in horror. I hugged my father...for the last time. When.... My small voice... bellowed "NO!!!!" "Mama, Papa..." "Maxim, Annika..." 

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