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Daily Life of a Mob

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NPC System in the Immortal World

Earth The year is 2087. After more than a decade of development, the world's latest virtual reality game has been announced, named "Martial Journey." The key difference between this game and others was that one, it had an extremely realistic cultivation system, and two, one day in the real world was equal to an astonishing month in the game. This meant that one could "live" 30 times more if they played the game their whole life. But as people flocked to buy the VR headset for the game, they didn't realize that they weren't merely playing a game, they were exploring a whole new world... ------------------------------------------------------------------- Immortal World Bai Lixue is a lone cultivator hailed as the number one genius of the immortal world, breaking through to the Dao Lord stage at the young age of just 1,091 years of age. Now known as the Snow Sword Dao Lord, she continues cultivating towards the next stages. Yet despite cultivating for 300 more years, she is unable to advance from the first stage of Dao Lord, becoming forgotten by the immortal world. One day, she hears a voice inside her head: [Binding game system to host...] [Binding complete!] [Hello Bai Lixue, and welcome to the NPC system of Martial Journey! You were the lucky winner, and the only person to have acquired the system! To improve your cultivation, gather NPC experience points to increase your level, and eventually your cultivation. Best of luck!] Using this system, watch as Bai Lixue acquires NPC experience and rises to the apex of the Immortal World!

Sombress · Kỳ huyễn
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Could We Try Again At Love?

When do we fall in love? How far do we delve in the depths of falling? With the time I have left, I have so many questions and unanswered calls, but if luck would have it.... . . . . . May I fall in love with you? For 400 years, there was a castle. This castle should've rotted with time, yet it stood behind the overgrown plants and towering trees. The vines didn't dare to climb up those walls; it was as if it was frightening to even touch the castle. Nobody dared to step into the court; no mere mortal could. The castle seems bare with its lack of life, but beneath the surface; lurks a creature that has lived without the age of time. A creature that would pass by windows, its appearance undetermined through the foggy tinted windows, and the dim lighting would only cast a shadow on its frame. The winter is unbearable and ruthless with its harsh winds, the trees frozen in place, and the ground looked like a white canvas, waiting for someone to paint it back to life. Within the forest, a human had struggled through the falling temperatures and cold kisses of the snow; with little effort, her body ceased moving, dropping to her knees and lying against the trees. Her warm breath colored the cold air, and her eyes closed in great tiredness. Her body limped and sore; she was almost a corpse. Just before her body was consumed by the damp cold, warmth enveloped her body, making her slumber not the last.

HaruYang_9005 · Hiện thực
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Respect woman (An untold story)

The boy was sitting at the hotel with a heavy heart, waiting for a cup of tea. An old man "Babaji" approached him to know the reason as he looked worried. The boy started complaining about his wife, who does not understand him and his words, tauntingly uttered "It is rightly said that a woman's wisdom is in her knees. "Babaji" smiled and said there is no problem. But the son who has created an example that woman's wisdom is in the knees, he himself must be a madman. He said, "Neither Babaji nor you know these women." Babaji said, "No, son, you don't really know the glory of a woman. This is the one with whom the Lord is mixing His love." Meanwhile, the boy came with tea and took a sip of tea and then turned towards Babaji. After praising the tea, "Babaji" said that Lord is the One who lacks nothing. He wanted to tell about His own love, how much He loves a human being, so He took the name of mother that He loves more than seventy mothers. While the mother is a woman. The daughter is declared as Lord's mercy, while the daughter is also a woman. Son, I believe that we cannot compete with men and women. Where is the woman with high capacity and free heart and where are we men with limited capacity and narrow heart. The boy started to enjoy "Babaji's" words. "Babaji" said that a woman is the person under whose feet heaven has been placed. When she dies, she leaves everything she loves for her children. When a woman gives birth to her infant, she is in the struggle of life and death, it is not known whether she will live or die. It is known that a pregnant woman suffers as much pain as the breaking of twenty-two bones simultaneously while giving birth to a child. Have you ever felt so much pain? "Babaji" said. It is known what is the greatest quality of a woman, she does not show masculinity like a man, she does not rain slaps on a man. She does not abuse the man in front of his children. She does not kill men in the name of honor. She does not pounce on someone like a hungry wolf. She does not divorce a man in anger. She does not shout at men in the streets and markets. After hearing Babaji's words, the boy started to feel ashamed and his eyes were lowered. The name that is taken most times daily in a house is that of a mother or elder sister and both of them are females. Our houses exist because of women. Men don't build houses, women do. The beauty of the house is through the women. Everything is neat, the clothes are clean, the dishes are washed, we are blessed with the best food. If the care of small children is properly done by the head, then all this magic is performed by a woman. If the child cries a lot, the husband tells his wife to take him out of the room, my sleep is being disturbed. A woman is a very sweet thing. It does not point fingers at the character of the man, it does not reproach the man for his past. If there is a mother, she walks with heaven under her feet. After listening to Babaji's words, he realized how much a woman is an invaluable wealth of the world. Someone has said well that "existence of women is the color of the universe". Read it carefully and learn to respect women.

Murtaza_G · Kỳ huyễn
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The Royal Ruse

In a fantasy world where political alliances are forged through arranged marriages, I find myself thrust into the role of a princess from the rival kingdom of Rassec. Awakening in the body of my favorite character, Gabriella Isobel de Rassec, I face the daunting prospect of marrying Asher Von Rothchester, the formidable Duke of the Vraenia Empire. As I stand before Asher, the supposed epitome of cold-blooded aristocracy, I can't help but wonder if I've stumbled into the wrong fantasy realm. Here I am, expecting a brooding, aloof duke straight out of a dramatic romance novel, and instead, I'm met with a man who treats me like a cherished treasure rather than a political pawn. "Are you sure you're the Duke of the Vraenia Empire?" I can't resist teasing him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "You seem more like a lost puppy than a fearsome ruler." He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine, a stark contrast to the icy facade I was expecting. "Well, I've been called many things, but 'lost puppy' is a first. I'll have you know, I have a reputation to uphold." I raise an eyebrow, unable to contain my amusement. "Oh, I'm well aware of your reputation, Your Grace. The Grim Reaper of the battlefield, they say. But forgive me if I find it hard to believe that the feared duke is nothing more than a big softie at heart." He flashes me a lopsided grin, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, but you see, my dear princess, even the Grim Reaper needs a cuddle now and then." I can't help but burst into laughter at his absurdly charming remark, my initial apprehension melting away like snow in spring. Maybe this arranged marriage won't be so bad after all.

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