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Rebirth in the Tower of God

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Đọc tiểu thuyết Rebirth in the Tower of God của tác giả Mrfanfic được xuất bản trên WebNovel."Rebirth in the Tower of God" follows Arie Enryu's journey as he reincarnates into the world of Tower of God with remarkable swordsmanship skills and memories from his past life. Navigating the tower'...

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"Rebirth in the Tower of God" follows Arie Enryu's journey as he reincarnates into the world of Tower of God with remarkable swordsmanship skills and memories from his past life. Navigating the tower's challenges, Arie seeks to unravel its mysteries, protect his allies, and improve life for its inhabitants, all while confronting adversaries and uncovering the truth about the tower's existence.

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Rejected by the ice prince

Everyone dreaded and anticipated the summoning, while some prayed that it wouldn't happen in their lifetime. It only happens once in three hundred years You had to be at least 18 years old to participate. You don't choose to participate, the quintessence chooses you You can't not participate Resistance is futile You can't stop a person from participating. Resistance is futile The only gift you receive; A glance at the ice dragon prince in all his full glory. If at all you reach the final level without dying and the quintessence releases it's hold on you Your body, mind, heart and soul will never be the same. There are three steps to coming out on top Win against all odds Win against all odds Win! And if you do Win you get the greatest gift of all. An opportunity to melt the heart of the Ice Prince. I'm Raven Kharhahlac. I got chosen, me, an underage. Talk about a total 'Blew my mind moment'. And do you know what's worse? The quintessence itself appeared in a humanoid form and invited me to help melt the prince's heart. Wait, there's more I got a black rose, as in, I don't have to participate, just straight up meet the Ice Prince. I fucking made history. And it gets worse The ice prince doesn't want me, and if I want him to want me—mind you, not that I want him to want me— I have to go through the trials, the test, the levels, and prove myself to be worth it. And you can guess what my answer was I told him to get rid of the stick in his ass, who wanted him anyway. I wasn't about to give up seventeen years of my life for an ice dragon prince with ice for a heart just to get rejected in the end, or even worse Dying. But what's a guy gotta do when the quintessence won't stop harassing me, my friends won't stop poking me, and my elders won't stop criticizing me?

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An Ode to What Remained

“Only when it ends!” Sola cried. “And then what?” the Old World asked. Sola could only look back in shame at those pitiful mammals, as the "Longing" forced that silver on their fingers and their fingers around their supervisors' throats. She couldn't even imagine how it must have felt for that thing to seduce their spinal cords and slither into their periaqueductal grey. As she sank deeper into the temperate embrace of "Order", a quiver coursed through some of her layers, swallowing unimportant third-world villages and economically destroying some coastal cities. At last, she too had gotten over herself and her little dalliance with Longing. Who could’ve known that the remedy for heartbreak had always been: Forty-two million casualties, an unprecedented intersolairial union, and forty-eight years of progressive cultural and intellectual stagnation—certainly not her. “Adieu!” She waved as the ship distanced itself from the sizzling shore of frantically gathered history. Long gone were the smokey memories of rebellion, innovation, and hope. Taken by the ash, carried to the railing, and surrendered to the red waves. Nothing but soggy mind pictures, castles in the sky, drug-induced disruptions of neurotransmitters, and juvenile phases. “Maturing takes sacrifices, and these," the clear waters whispered, “were worth it.” Rail carriages drove when turned on. Rain dropped from the airship-dotted skies. The veil devoured reality. Sol sat on his throne. All was normal on Sola... But what’s that? There at the coast. Did the blood waves not wash up the corpse of the past? It couldn't have been suicidality that ripped open the discolored tissue while it wriggled and writhed its way to the primary motor cortex. Did forgetfulness make the molten pinky and ring fingers twitch? Maybe perseverance forced the purge fluid to escape through the mouth and nose. Who cares? What mattered was that the question was never answered.

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