After this I entered the town it was rather multicultural and by multicultural I mean there were at least five types of giant bacteria.  Oh as for the people most of them were local humans.
Knowing what a massive threat the giant bacteria where I rushed to fight them only for them to sagely dodge every attack after a while a dude wearing glasses stopped and said.
"What are you doing, why are you kicking the air?"
I looked at him and said.
"Elder I am fighting the giant monsters."
The elder looked shocked and responded.
"Ha, so you can see them?"
I nodded sagely all the while attempting to kick my foe as I responded.
"Yeah, I am seeing the giant Bacteria."
The elder raised his eyebrow and said.
"The giant what? Bacteria? Nono what you are kicking is Garbage Pi"
I stopped trying to kick and as I did my well-kept balance collapsed ending with me falling down ass first. After I pulled myself together I asked.
"Garbage Pi?"
Yes, the elder nodded sagely and responded.
"We should test your abilities to be sure if you have the skill, but since you can see them you are almost certainly there."
After this, the elder dragged me into a rather dingy looking shack. He then pulled out a thick stack of papers and pointed out different points for me to sign.
"He mumbled something about glorious opportunities and long life and more power."
I obviously quickly signed all the papers. I was then taken into a room that had a large machine... slot machine. He then pointed to the lever. I pulled a myriad of quickly flashing by symbols and then slowly it winded down to a halt out of it came out a small piece of paper that read.
The applicant has the following characteristics.
Spirit root Terrible.
Elements
Garbage= High connection

It is what it says on the tin. A sarcastic novel.

"Do you need a moment?" Cedric asked Ian. He knew that it would be difficult for Ian to focus if he was distracted by his personal issues.
"No sir. I can be professional about this." Ian said in a stern and cold manner. 
"Camilla, go get Ayanna, she won't forgive me if I didn't include her in this." Cedric said. Camilla nodded and climbed the stairs.
"What details do you have?" Cedric asked.
"The employee that committed suicide shot himself on the roof top of the Saints psychiatric building, Nicole's pet project." Ian recounted the information he was told over the phone. "The building that exploded right across it was an Elisia Mall."
"Was anyone hurt?" Cedirc asked.
"We have yet to confirm sir." Ian reported with a straight face. "Damien will be the lead on this sir." 
"Good. Make sure he keeps us in the loop." Cedric said with a nod.
"I'll have the underground keep their eyes and ears open as well." Ray said, injecting himself into the conversation.
"Brother, I heard." Ayanna said as she ran down the stairs followed by Camilla.
"I knew you would want to be involved. I'm sorry Ayanna, but the building where the bomb went off was the Elisia Mall." Cedric explained to his sister as she ran up to hug him. 
"And the suicide?" Ayanna asked. 
"At the psych center." Cedric said somberly. Ayanna gasped at the news.
"Poor Nicole, she's worked so hard on this." Ayanna said sadly. "After everything that's happened overnight, she doesn't deserve this." Ayanna's last statement was directed at Ian.
"Let's go to the office. I'll need the Reyes Groups PR and legal team on this. Mor Co.'s team is too young to handle an issue like this one." Cedric said as he walked out followed by Ayanna, Ian, and Camilla.
"Watch over Nicole." Ayanna called out to the boys who were left behind.
"I'll call when I have news." Ray called out.
In the car both Ian and Camilla were on the phone with different people trying to organize Mor Co.'s reaction to the events. 
Cedric on the other hand called Ram and placed him on speaker.
"Have you heard?" Cedric asked over the phone.
"I did. I couldn't suppress it. It's news Cedric." Ram said apologetically. There were still some things that the public had to know and they had no control over.
"It's fine, I understand. I just need the public to know that we are doing something." Cedric said.
"Will you give out details?" Ram asked over the phone. 
"We'll give what we can without compromising the investigation." Cedric assured his friend. "7pm tonight. We'll have a press conference."
"You'll do it?" Ram asked.
"I should." Cedric said with a stern tone. 
When Cedric and Ayanna arrived at Mor Co. everyone was in a panic. The employees were gossiping amongst themselves and the directors were pacing across their offices. They had all at one point seen their bosses temper, he was smart, cold, and calculating, a far cry from who he was in private.
Cedric saw that his people were uneasy, so he asked Ian and Camilla to call all the directors to his office and then set for a general assembly at Mor Co.'s lobby. The pair quickly sprang into action and did as Cedric asked. 
Before Cedrc could even take a seat, Ian announced that the PR and Legal team from the Reyes Group had already arrived. Cedric nodded and told Ian to take them to the meeting room.
When Cedric and Ayanna arrived the PR and Legal team were ready, since they had brought along members who weren't privy to Cedric's real identity Cedric kept his disguise on. He sat at the head of the table while Ayanna sat to his right.
"This is what we know so far." Cedric began. "A construction worker committed suicide on the top floor of the Saints Psychiatric Center in the Tech Hub by shooting himself on the head by the ledge, after which his body fell ten stories down to the ground, a few seconds after an explosive went off in the Elisia Mall across the street that was being constructed."
"Sir, do we know if anyone else was harmed?" The chief legal officer asked.
"Yes, there were a few injuries from the explosion, luckily the team that was supposed to work on the area arrived late due to one of them celebrating his birthday." Cedric explained.
"And the status of the Elisia Mall building?" The PR head asked.
"The building collapsed." Ayanna said. Cedric tried to read her emotion on what had happened, but Ayanna hid it well. Cedric knew that this particular mall meant a lot to her, not only would it be located at the Mor Co. Tech Hub, but it was designed by Veronica and would be placed across Nicole's building, the girls had hand picked all of the retailers that would be allowed to put up shop inside, and at the center of the mall would be an Island���s Inc. flagship store, it was going to be Ayanna's surprise to her sister-in-law Adrianna.. Beyond the structure and the business implications, it had an emotional significance to the sisters.
"The police have begun an investigation. They placed Capt. Damien Park in charge of the investigation." Cedric announced.
"Do we have any information on the Captain?" The PR head asked.
"Yes. Capt. Damien is the youngest graduate ever of the police academy, he took further studies in America, China, Japan, and Korea due to his multicultural lineage. He was given the choice to either pursue a career here or in his father's home country, he felt he was needed here more so he decided to stay. He is a well respected serviceman and is rumored to be eyed as the future chief police." Cedric said as he recalled from memory Damien's qualifications. "He is also a close friend of Ian Lim, my personal assistant."
"Won't the relationship between them cause any conflict of interest?" The PR head asked. The question was directed more to the legal department rather than Cedric.
"No. Mr. Lim is currently, on paper, Mr. Emilio Reyes III's assistant and an employee of the Reyes Group not of Mor Co." The head Legal officer announced.
"And I know Damien will be fair with this matter." Cedric said with a nod. "Prepare everything you need. I want the press to hear our side of things by 7pm tonight." Cedric announced. 
The legal and PR teams left soon after Cedric dismissed them. Camilla came in with a cup of tea for each of the siblings. Both Ian and Camilla knew that in stressful situations they prefered to take tea over coffee.
"How are you holding up?" Cedric asked his sister as he took off his disguise. His next meeting would be with the department directors who all knew his real identity.
"I want to cry, but I can't." Ayanna said with a sad face.
"We'll figure this out." Cedric said as he gave Ayanna a reassuring nod.


“Y-y-you’re the heir of Reyes Group?” Ian managed to stutter out.

“Yes. And I would prefer no one in Mor Co. figured it out. If I know Marco’s efficiency by the time we get back to the office my appointment as an assistant to the President of Mor Co. will be announced. At the same time all business registrations of Mor Co. will be moved to my name. All the directors will be informed of this but no one else.”

Camilla and Ian nodded in understanding.
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Cedric Reyes has a secret, he is the heir and eldest son of the rich and powerful Reyes clan. As tradition all heirs of their family have to go through a form of poverty training at the age of fifteen. They are left to fend for themselves with no contact and barely any money.

Since leaving, he's gotten married to Adrianna Herandez, the Treasure of the Hernandez clan. Adrianna's family had always looked down at him due to his humble origins, but Adrianna has always stuck by him. Treated badly by his classmates in the past, and his in law in the present. They are about to encounter the shock of their lives.

The Reyes Heir rules the country with his friends, the four princes, who are each from powerful and well respected families.

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[Agate has damaged the core, reducing 30% HP of Cyclops.]

Agate joined the fight, showing his godly sword drawing skill. Although there was no sheath in the sword he was using, when he draws his sword, it already slashed deep the Cyclops skins, even capable of reaching the cores of Duplication Slime.

Duplication Slime can change the location of core and that was why Blossoms relied on Agate. 

[Merdas has dealt demonic damage toward Cyclops.]

[Merdas have reduced the health regeneration of Cyclops.]

When Agate slashed the core, Merdas quickly judged as he used his spell to accurately hit the same place that was slashed. 

But, the core have already changed it's location. Despite that, his effort was not in vain as demonic mana entered from the wounds dealing additional damage and reducing the health regeneration with much better effect.

Cyclops quickly judged Merdas as a threats as he swing his arms to shrug off the small children that was clinging to him. While Joker made use of his flexible body to dodge it, Blossoms have completely disappeared from the spot, even his comrade unaware where he was now.

Although Cyclops' swing didn't hit anyone, he didn't care. He threw his club toward Merdas who threatened his life.

"Apply Durability." Merdas calmly said while Azato who have been beside, revealing her sword which has turned completely black from silver.

It wasn't a block. She was completely unaware of that technique nor does she have the strength to block the club thrown by Cyclops. 

But, there was no need for Azato to completely block it. She was ordered to protect Merdas, not overwhelm the enemy's attack.

"Release." Her whole body turned red as she made full use of her beautiful eyes with her transcendental oni insight. She accurately calculated the trajectory and velocity of the club which was flying to their side as her sword moved as if dancing.

From the side, the club's trajectory was interrupted a little bit to the left side, completely missing them by hair breadth. The ground taken the force of club as it shattered into a web manner. Soon, Azato's red body returned to beautiful white.

Meanwhile, Blossoms moved to the back of Cyclops. He believed in these children who he just met. 

Blossoms was an experienced person who have been assassinating people underworld and have been fighting alone for 5 years in the world Radiant. With just a single look of Agate's eyes, he was able to accurately spots his intention. 

Then at the same time Agate drew his sword, Blossoms's dagger was flying toward to the same spot Agate was aiming, Knee. Cyclops was celebrating himself as he was bewildered by the illusion cast by Joker. Inside the illusion, Merdas' upper body was separated as Joker, Blossoms, and Agate was trampled to death by him. 

But reality wasn't as soft. Blossoms' dagger and Agate's sword successfully dug Cyclops' knee. 

Cyclops had 0 defense. It was because of the incompetence of Duplication Slime. But, during this time, he was slowly growing, making his copy become more perfect. He finally duplicated Cyclops' bone.

Agate's sword that inserted inside the Cyclops' knee was broken, shattering to pieces. Knee had one of the strongest bone to human. That was to support their weight. The similar went for Cyclops, humanoid creature.

While the front may be protected by strong bone, the back wasn't. Its back had nothing besides skins and meat, and that was not enough to completely block Blossoms' dagger from penetrating deep inside.

5cm...

2cm...

0cm...

[You have destroyed Duplication Slime's core.]

[Your strength have increased by 3.]

[Your agility have increased by 2.]

[Your intelligence have increased by 2.]

[You have attracted noble's hatred due to ruining their bet.]

[You are the first person to form a party with other species.]

[Title: Friendly has been acquired.]
Rank: Epic
Title Effects: You are easily liked by anyone.
However low the affinity, as long as it doesn't pass -50 line, you have a chance to restore your relationship.

Note: Multicultural Tolerant Person.

[Affinity System have been unlocked.]

[Affinity with Joker has risen by +30]

[You are now Joker's best friend.]

[Affinity with Agate has risen by +30.]

[You are now Agate's best friend.]

[Affinity with Azato has risen by +40.]

[Azato has developed a secret crush toward you.]

[Affinity with Merdas has risen by +25.]

[Merdas is amazed at you.]

[Affinity]
Old Blacksmith [20]
Joker [30]
Agate [30]
Azato [40]
Merdas [25]
Aria [100]

[You are the first person to have a in-game person with opposite gender to have 100+ affinity on you.]

[Title: Even Death Can't Tear Us Apart has been acquired.]
Rank: Epic
Title Effects: You can possibly copy one skill from her who has 100 affinity with you.
No matter the distance she will be shown in the map and guideline pointing toward the opposite party will be shown.
The affinity will never go down after passing 100 line. 100 affinity is now basically impossible to achieve for female in-game person.

Note: Originally, this title had Legendary Rank but, it went down to Epic after the side-effect it brought.

Blossoms' smiled toward the 2 epic titles that was given to him. Title had many Ranks which  goes: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythical and Reality Alter.

Epic titles more or less had a power enough to affect country while Legendary had power to affect the planet. As for Mythical, it had the power to affect the deity watching from above the realm while Reality Alter can effect the reality. 

It's not an exaggeration to say if level 1 player had combat-type reality alter titles, he will be invincible those below level 100. Of course, one can't even dream of obtaining it as even after 10 years, there was no public information of someone gaining Mythical title. Not to mention, Reality Alter

[Your party have become official and it is recommended to set a name.]

[Would you like to set a name?]

"Yes." The name was already decided the moment he received Joker's gratitude.

"Petals."

Lyon, France
Yasuhiro Residence


Lucien groaned. “Really?” he complained.

“Sorry, I thought your mother knew,” Murai offered then chuckled when Evie smacked him in the face with a dishtowel. 

“Knew what?” Evie demanded.

Murai gave her a look. “Lula had to get William out of a bit of an issue with Russian hackers that he stopped… That was some time ago, when she was still knowingly on his payroll. Does she fear this might have ties to that incident?”

“No,” Lucien said, shaking his head. “Not that I am aware of. Lula does not know of this potential tie. It was the one you refuse to speak of and acknowledge exists that fears it might be related. The man he and the client beat unconscious in the bar at the hotel commented that she looked taller in the picture. The only picture Seon Rain, Myo Mi-Sun, has looked tall in, is the red carpet William escorted her down. That was the first time she had worn high heels over an inch in height.”

Evie and Murai exchanged looks.

“How did the Russian get access to the hotel?” Murai asked; he was very familiar with the security that was in place at that particular chain of hotels that strictly catered to those with diplomatic status or crowns.

In fact, it was because of Murai’s connections that Lula was able to secure a suite there for their assignment in Seoul.

“Lula is checking on that,” Lucien said. “Security speculates they hacked a card reader and it allowed for them to copy the last legitimate access card read from that card reader. From there, they copied that key card to a blank, thus making an access card. William confirmed that type of hacking would have been done onsite, not remotely, thus the threat is in house. Hotel security will find it.”

Evie pulled a pan from the oven then tossed it on the counter before hurling a knife at her husband.

Murai’s hand snapped out and snagged it from the air a fraction of an inch from his face. “Is this your way of asking me to carve the roasted rabbit?” he asked.

She merely shrugged.

“Your temper is as arousing as it is lethal,” he said and she winked.

Lucien shook his head. “And now my siblings and their messed up sense of normality with those they care about or fancy makes sense. Thank you for making that so painfully clear. Wait until I am in the air before you two start humping like rabbits.” He shivered, making a face, causing his parents to laugh.

Growing up in a multicultural household of polar opposite cultures was different and a struggle at times. 

The French were an open and affectionate people. The Japanese were more reserved and not nearly as affectionate in public. Murai was a solider and guard for the Imperial Family of his home country, and Evie was an agent, or spy depending on who you asked, for an agency that’s never been made public, even to her family, thus putting them on polar opposite sides of the spectrum in their professions.

How the two ever fell so helplessly in love with each other as they did, no one knows.

Their relationship only makes sense to them.

“Mère, stop hurling knives at Chichi because he knows something you do not,” Lucien scolded, heading to the cupboard to get some plates for dinner. “Back when Lula was William’s head of security, William intercepted some Russian hackers that were going to make life very difficult to some very good people and organizations in the United States. William stopped them and redirected their hack to their own government. They were executed in return, most likely, and William simply smiled with a shrug of indifference. A couple of hitters or teams of hitters, from what I understand, tried getting to William, and Lula put them down.”

Evie nodded her approval. “I hate that you kids get to have all the fun anymore,” she complained.

Lucien smirked, looking to his father. “Oh, Lula did not have all the fun. Is that not right, Chichi?” he mused.

Murai barley caught the second knife that was hurled at him. “I am starting to dislike you as much as your brother,” he warned, wagging the knife in a scolding manner at his youngest son.

“But you acknowledge that you dislike him and that I have a brother, thus it is progress regardless of how close to death your wife has gotten you in just the past five minutes,” Lucien teased.

“Did our daughter call you of all people to help take care of something her mother was much more suited for?” Evie demanded, irritated.

Murai nodded. “Yes, she did. Stop trying to maim your handsome husband,” he scolded when she grabbed another knife. “You were off the grid, Dear. Most likely you were doing your own thing because you were bored, thus Lula had very little choice but to call me to assist. It was a bit disappointing,” he admitted, platting the carved rabbit. “You would have been bored after two minutes. There were only three dozen, and they were oh so effortlessly taken out. It was insulting to our reputations and caliber,” he said, mimicking her; his French accent was criminal and it always caused his wife to stop assaulting or trying to kill him.

Evie pouted with a huff; she hated it when he flirted with her in front of the children.

Lucien hugged his mother. “Do not pout, I have a feeling war is about to break out in Seoul, I just do not know which of those we are protecting will be the one starting it,” he admitted, slipping his hotel security card in Evie’s pocket then winked when she cocked an eyebrow.

Very few people know Seon Rain, but everyone knows Myo Mi-Sun—the stage name she uses as a superstar film and TV actress, who has stolen the heart of the nation by playing the sweet-hearted girl next door. But fame can bring unwanted attention, and when Rain’s apartment burns down and police suspect foul play, her manager decides to hire a world-glass bodyguard.

Kita Yasuhiro is a highly-trained bodyguard with a strict code of honor. Despite his flawless skills, his failure at a previous job has brought shame onto his name. Little as Kita wants to deal with a bratty young woman, he has no choice but to take this job.

Their meeting becomes exciting when Rain trips and almost falls down the stairs, Kita catching her just in time. Tall, handsome, well-dressed . . . To Rain, it is one of those moments that she has played out on television so many times over the years: the perfect man running into her when she least expects it, but when she needs him most. Out of habit from her acting experience, she puckers her lips, readying for a kiss.

The man gives her a look of disgust and leans back, dropping her on her rear.

Rain screams in frustration!

On a sure busy road on Earthbury city there sat an old man by the corner of the street. The Old Man was a man of elegance blue; sleek hair gently hanging over a beautiful, radiant face. Glistening blue eyes were set deep within their sockets while watching over the street; freckles were spread neatly across his cheeks, looking at him one would not think he was older than 50. 

However, he had existed in the historical records of the Auguste Clan since the time of The Ninth Clan Head, earning him the nickname The Old Man. His power was unknown his personality, however, was well known, Selfish to the utmost core and sadistic. He was what Erasmus called the perfect Military Trainer.

The Cavalry Commander of the Golden Horde watched The Old man from a distance. Yannick was sent to bring the Old Man before his Comma- No his General no matter the cost. He had already been observing him for the last couple of days, and Yannick was baffled by his attitude and behaviour. The Old Man was merely a beggar in Earthbury City which was an anomaly. The city was situated in the northern border of the Endless Mountains and was known as one of the most beautiful cities in the world. 

The city of Earthbury was built amidst the ivory fields of snow and is a trade centre. Its appearance was only matched by the backdrop of grand forests which have helped shape the city to what it is today. The trade resources these forests brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built with timber from those very same forests.

The skyline was scattered with Tall buildings which were designed to adorn the city and each other. The culture was rising in Earthbury, and it had attracted much attention. Countless cultures have left their mark not just on business, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of plain, ordinary people had grown into a multicultural hub, and it's this that united the 8 million people to this day.

It's this multicultural identity that has indeed left its mark. Hundreds of food carts and restaurants offered a plethora of culinary choices, and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy musical activities, dance, a life and battle arena or one of the many other recreational activities. It was also a famous spot for many merchants dealing in iron as the city was known to have significant quality of black iron mine. 

Yannick had to be careful in this city as it was under the jurisdiction of  Vincent Burns Auguste. The youngest child of the Auguste Clan and the most ambitious. He was known to always contend with His brother Erasmus, and if he found out that a subordinate of Erasmus was in the city, he would make sure Yannick did not leave the city alive.

It was the fifth day that Yannick was observing him and he had finally decided to meet the Old Man. As he started walking towards the old man, he saw a faint smile on his face wondering whether the Old Man had seen through his disguise. The answer came to him Yannick sooner than he would have thought.

"So young one you have finally decided to show yourself." A deep and melodious voice sounded out. 

Yannick who was shocked to find out that he had been discovered could only ask the Old Man "How did you figure out I was watching, I was using a Tier 5 Spell perfect disguise to hide."

"You may be able to hide your features but did you never learn to not stare at someone for too long."

"Learn, what do you mean by lear-"

"Do not play with me boy, your footsteps completely reveal that you are part of the military, a high ranking member at that too, so tell me who sent you huh, Is it the Barbarian Lords or is it Someone from the Auguste Clan huh."

Since he was already discovered he saw no point in hiding himself anymore, Yannick took off his disguise revealing his bloodshot red eyes "I have been sent by the Third Young Master of the Auguste Clan and the General of the Golden Horde to escort you back to the Auguste Manor."

"Huh now, why would I wish to come with you" The Old Man replied with a tone filled with greed in it.

"The General asked me to give you this letter; it would make sure you visited him."

In a displeased tone The old man spoke up "Hmph if I do not wish to go I won't, nothing can force me, now hand me over that letter." 

While handing over the letter Yannick smiled and thought in his "Oh we'll see about that old geezer."

In the land of Yuramia, there are many clans, but only 3 reign supreme.

The Auguste Clan is one of the 3 supreme clans and their might and ruthlessness is well known and feared by all. Erasmus Auguste is the 3rd son of the current clan head. 

Known as the Sorcerer King. He wielded power that made even gods and devils cower. However, every Legend has an origin.

And this is the origin of the Sorcerer King


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Indian English Poetry is not just a branch of Indian literature in English. It is now an essential part of Indian- English literature. In fact, it primarily defines Indo-Anglian literature in the sense that in its birth, Indian-writing in English came to the force with a global recognition. Like American poetry, Indian English poetry is highly distinctive in various aspects.  It is not a product that sprang into being in a span of a few years or a few decades.  It is a well-furnished product, thoroughly polished from its raw state into its present having undergone an evolution for more than a century since its inception in the early nineteenth century.
 India is a multicultural, multi-lingual and multi-racial country and its varied regions, cultures, races, languages and religions contributed amply to the enrichment of Indian-English poetry. In the early nineteenth century, the poets were severely assaulted and mercilessly ridiculed for their so called anti-national Anglophile tendencies. They were condemned. Nevertheless, the Indian English Poet quite heroically, weathered all the humiliations, winning global recognition and reputation.
The evolution of Indian English Poetry makes an interesting history that goes back to pre-independence India and links it up to the Post-independence India. The various socio-cultural factors played a very significant role in shaping the sensibilities of the educated in India during this period. With the introduction of English language as the medium of instruction in schools, colleges and universities, the people in India came in contact with the whole world outside India and interacted with the intellectuals of different countries in the world. They grasped their country's position politically, socially and economically.
 
With Derozio, who  was a teacher in senior section of the Hindu college, there came a regeneration in Bengal with  "The Fakeer of Jungheera" which  is a long undulating poem where Nuleeni the heroine who is a young Hindu widow is on the verge of mounting the sacrificial pyre whom she never loved, thus escaped with the bandit Fakeer to his cave but with the twist Nuleeni's fear came true and Fakeer's life is lost when the army arrives at the abode of Fakeer and Nuleeni cradles him in her arms and dies together. Derozio thus depicted the inhumanity of sati, the false morality of the women and the hypocritical chanting of the brahmins.
Derozio's intense awareness of India's past glory manifests in many of his poems. In "To India my native land" Derozio goes to the extent of imagining India as a goddess beauty of the halo of her glory. Derozio  desires to review and recollect India's past with passionate devotion.
"well-let me dive to the depths of time,
And bring from out the ages, that have rolled
A few small fragments of those wrecks sublime"
Derozio's another sonnet, "The Harp of India" recalls the glory of the past of India through an image of the musical instrument which produced sweet sound once upon a time but is totally silent now:
'Thy music once was sweet-who hears it now?"
Recollecting India's rich heritage, he considers it his prime duty to regain the country's noble culture
"Those hands are cold—but if thy notes divine
May be by mortal wakened once again,
Harp of my country, let me strike the strain"
These sonnets are more attractive to the reader because of the theme of love, death, patriotism and Indianness respectively and the language being English in its medium which makes the line linger in the readers mind.
 
Toru Dutt represented a very crucial period of Bengal and her poetry shared the quality of being 'distinctively post-colonial'A major displacement in various aspects had occurred: change in religion, place and learning foreign languages like French and thus she translated many French works into English. "A sheaf gleaned in French fields"; the only book published during her lifetime brought her well deserved international acclaim.
Toru's seven miscellaneous poems put together at the close of 'Ancient Ballads' are more or less autobiographical and the experiences and the impression of the poetess in this poem is extremely personal.
The two sonnets 'baugmaree' and 'the lotus' have been praised by one and all. In the first the poetess displays her love for nature where he calls the garden as 'primeval eden' which is girt round with its sea of foliage and amidst it one is bound to feel refreshed and cheerful and is finely executed :
"One might swoon
Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze
On a primeval eden, in amaze."
The lotus professes to give the origin of 'the queenliest flower that blows'. To end the strife whether the lily or rose were queen, psyche at last went to flora and asked for a flower that should be 'delicious as the rose and stately as the lily in her pride'. The result was the lotus, rose-red and lily white.
'Our Casuarina Tree'  expresses a poignant grief for the loss of her sister Aru and brother Abju recollected thought of the sight of the tree under whose shadow they played as children  are no more and might have reached to an 'unknown land' and thus wishes that the wail of the tree should reach them as she is confined to bed with her illness lying awake all night. The last stanza of the poem unfolds her desire for the immortality of the tree and thus ends like
'my love defend thee from oblivion's curse'
Toru Dutt's poetry intrinsically relate to a nation's language, to its life and tradition. Toru Dutt's poetry circulates between various literatures French, English, and Sanskrit that she read, wrote and translated and the Bengali tongue she was born into.
 
Prominent poets named henry Derozio, Toru Dutt, Tagore, Aurobindo, Vivekananda, and so on have stretched and refined the domains of Indian English poetry and the major elements in their works are nature, love, separation, Hellenism, nationalism, humanism and freedom which formed the framework of sensitive minds. They steeped in Indianness bit by bit and revealed the evolution of a unique poetic approach that probe the inner and outer world and exhibited immense ethical commitment to society.
 

Esta é uma webnovel de fantasia em um estilo semelhante as séries Discworld e o Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias.
O mundo de Propasa  tem fortes inspirações nas mitologias mesoamericanas como Inca, Maia, Asteca, Tupinambá, etc.…
Não existe uma intenção de um retrato fiel de nenhuma mitologia, mas uma influência multicultural com o intuito de criar algo diferente.
Existem muitas referências sutis a mitologia, livros, quadrinhos, filmes, RPG e até videogames. Como por exemplo a princesa prometida, um clássico da sessão da tarde.
E antes de começar a ler é bom saber que diferente da maioria dos livros de fantasia lançados recentemente, o livro que tem em mãos possui começo, meio e fim.
Boa leitura.



The world of Space Oddity Online MMO is not so fictional at it seems.
Momo a cat girl from a waste planet expend the days in the waste desert with her best friend Jenny and the spirit wolf Sam, looking for anything valuable and fighting mutant monsters in the hope to join money enough to leave the planet, until the day they found a capsule with an amnesic space warrior inside.
because of a misunderstand he believers is Jenny´s brother and now they need to kept with the lie and hope that he would not discover.

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In the darkest of night of a raging storm, there were people on the bridge standing and surrounding someone and yet that someone standing on the ledge, missing a right arm.
- It doesn't have to end like this Oni, said assassin #4. We can resolve this peacefully.
- Yeah, if you come with us we'll make sure your death will be quick and painless, said assassin #3.
- Heh, I doubt they'll gave a painless death, said Oni, the #1 assassin.
As Oni was about to fall, he removed his oni mask and take a cigarette from his case and started to smoke it with a builded in lighter. And before he hit the river, an alarm started to sound off, the young man woke and stopped the sound, then started a new day at his multicultural restaurants.

Krassu and Amy's conversation once more caught others' attention.
Some customers had seen Amy use her magic on Sargeras. Even a lava demon was almost burnt by that little fireball, and now the old man will just sit there and won't move? Maybe he shouldn't let his guard down like that.
"Do you see the small purplish gold staff on his robe? If I remember right, only those who serve the Roth Empire have that on their robes," said a middle-aged human male, who was dressed like a businessman, in shock. He was staring at the old man's left shoulder, on which a pinky-sized staff in purplish gold was embroidered.
"Yes. This old magic caster serves the empire?" said his dinner companion, a little surprised as he gazed at the emblem. It was the highest honor for a human magic caster. No one dared to impersonate one.
The people nearby overheard their words. They all looked to Krassu's shoulder. Most of them might've not seen a magic caster who served the empire before, but they had heard many stories about them.
After Alex was killed in battle, for so long the army of the empire hadn't seen one Griffin Rider who was able to kill a dragon by himself. These years, when evil dragons attacked towns and cities of the empire, more often than not, those magic casters serving the empire would show up to fight them with their powerful magic. They brought peace to the people and earned more of their love and respect.
They were all 8th-tier magic casters and above. They were very powerful and had done much for the empire.
If this white-robed old man serves the empire, then he is at least an honorable 8th-tier magic caster, the customers thought.
He is a senior magic caster that should be respected by most of his peers, but he got made fun of by Amy several times. Judging by the words he said, he probably wants to take Amy in as his disciple, but apparently she's not very interested.
Since when is it so hard for an 8th-tier magic caster to find a disciple? they wondered. Amy is little and doesn't know much, but Mag owns such a multicultural restaurant, so it's impossible for him not to recognize that purplish gold staff.
Mag's calmness after Krassu implied his intention surprised them even more. Maybe that old man isn't good enough for Mag. Maybe he is a more powerful magic caster, they thought.
Now that they had figured out who the old man was, they felt they could see the result of his little game with Amy.
He is a royal magic caster, and she is a restaurateur's daughter who can barely walk. They are utterly different in social position and power. Amy can't possibly hurt him even if he doesn't move, they thought.
He is clearly above the 8th tier if he can beat a dragon with a fireball. He's reached the 9th tier. Or the 10th, Sargeras thought. He still remembered the scene outside of Rodu as if it were yesterday.
The look on his face became a little strange when he saw Amy. But even a 10th-tier magic caster might suffer if he took her fireball lightly like I did in the morning.
Her fireball is small, but its power is huge. Its temperature is even higher than my flames'. She has such an incredible talent at such a young age. If I were a magic caster, I might want her to become my disciple as well.
Krassu's request really intrigued Amy. "White-bearded grandpa, are you serious?" she asked incredulously. "My fireball might make you kick the bucket."
"Yes. Little girl, don't hold back, and don't worry about me," Krassu said confidently. "If I can't stand your fireball, I guess I can only fight little children from now on." Amy's worry warmed his heart.
He was even happier now that he knew Amy could use fireball magic. Turns out she can use magic despite her two bloodlines. She's trainable. But I have to see her magic first to assess her talent.
"Actually, I just don't want to burn the chair and table," said Amy, casting a worried look at the table before Krassu.
"…" For a moment, Krassu didn't know what look he should use to express how he was feeling. He had never thought that he would be less important than a table and chair. "Don't worry. I'll pay for everything you burn," he said disappointedly in depression.
Amy nodded. "Well, since you have requested so sincerely, I guess I have to grant your wish. Why would anyone ask for this?" she said, the look on her face seeming like she were looking at a naughty child. She put Ugly Duckling aside and looked at Krassu. "Scream if you can't stand it," she advised.
Krassu shook his head. "That will never happen." He looked so relaxed, like a real master.
"Then here it comes," Amy warned, looking at Krassu. She held out her little hand, and suddenly a flame appeared and contracted into a bluish violet little fireball quickly. She threw it at the old man.
Krassu's eyes went wide as he watched the flame. Such pure magic! The fireball doesn't have any other magic elements. It's small, but it has tremendous power.
Of course, Amy's fireball was no more than a spark to him, but the spark had ignited infinite possibilities.
She's only three or four, and she has mastered the fireball magic all by herself without any guidance. She doesn't need any spells or time to perform her magic, no less. And she has figured out how to throw it out. She is just the kind of genius I've been searching for!
Most importantly, he liked this simple and violent fireball magic the best. His fireball magic was the fastest and the most powerful on the whole Norland Continent, if nothing else. No one disputed that.
After all, he could use his fireballs to fight dragons and send them scurrying away. No other man could do that on this continent.
In the split second when he was thinking, the fireball landed on his long beard. It started burning immediately.
"Shoot!" Krassu cried out, startled. He rose hurriedly to his feet and ran towards the door, not caring what he had just said, his beard in flames.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

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