This has to be mass release

You are going crazy, Jesus.

"Sir, it's just that I feel so… fast as fuck, boi!"

I hope you don't burn out. I know an author whose heart just--exploded.

"•___•"

"Sir, what?"

Yes, It just burst out of their ribcage, and the blood went everywhere pew pew pew.

"What?"

His organs just popped like pop-- pop.

"Huh? bro… what…? Huh"

Pop

"Wh-"

Blaaarhhhhhhh

"Sir-"

Pewwwww

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"I-"

Pew-

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"Sir, I don't wanna go boom boom! Please save me!!"

Oh, I am just kidding— you should have seen your face, hahaha.

*Takes picture*

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Drop that shovel

Drop that shovel

Drop that-

Ahh

Ahh

Ahhhh

Ahhh

*More sounds of screaming*

[Bam] [Bam][Bam]

"Anyways, now that's settled…off to the chapter, guys, hahaha,"

Chapter- Mane I don't know-out of the hood, I guess

The Chosen one

Avarice ran around the fantasy-like training ground, his eyes flickering with joy.

"Can you slow down there, chief!" said Karen catching up to the excited teen who was quite fast!

"I don't wanna. I want to make my first time perfect!" Said Avarice, going farther away as he stared at all kinds of elemental spells in the sky.

"I don't think that sounds very— know what, never mind," said Karen, following Avarice but stopping as a fire swirl crossed by her.

She stopped and it passed through. "Sorry!" said a Demi elf boy before resuming combat. "Focus on the battle brat!" said the boy's opponent, a large orc with an enormous mallet, who jumped forward with runes going around his armor.

"This place is always so...chaotic!" said Karen, looking at the messy battlefield. She searched everywhere for Avarice as she had been distracted by the commotion!

Soon, she found Avarice standing right in a ring, but instead of ropes. It was in a mana barrier.

Standing opposite him was a leather-armored blond-haired man with elven ears and a triangular-facial shape.

They both faced each other with their hair getting blown by the wind.

Avarice bowed, but the man took the chance to deliver a thrust, which he barely deflected but stumbled back, almost losing his footing.

"Hey…! That's cheating!" said Karen at the opponent Avarice was fighting.

"No one will wait for you to admire your shadow on the battlefield, you know!" Said the man before focusing back his attention on Avarice, who used the distraction to cut horizontally right. The clash caused a bunch of sparks to fly through the air.

"Monsiuer, my name is Avarice…! What's yours!?" said Avarice in a mock french voice while exerting force on the blade.

"Respectful lad, since you want to know the name of the man that defeated you. The name is lancer-" Lancer wanted to say before.

[𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫] [𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔥]

[𝔘𝔫𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥] [𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔈𝔫𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱]

The strength in Lancer's wrist was reduced from [𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫], resulting in Avarice pushing him back and going into a sword draw stance, saying.", "This is!" With [Dash 2* [Active skill]], Avarice dashed at the speed of sound, making a sonic boom as he crossed Lancer and aimed at his exposed abdomen. "Sparta!"

[Slice!]

Smoke permeated the arena covering the figures of the two combatants.

Time seemed to pause as Avarice's back faced Lancer. The laughter on his face slowly morphed into fear.

"What have I done!?"

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[Drip!]

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[Drip!]

[Achievement unlocked: First sentient life killed 2000XP]

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The Sovereign and the Maid

Alicia was browsing her room. The private room had a massive bed, white-pink walls adorned with red-white banners, and a big window that showed the scenery of a city.

She couldn't sleep— each day she tried, a beautiful woman with sparkling white hair and purple eyes. Wearing a flower-themed dress and a red-gold earring would appear in her dream.

The dream would then change to a room. The mysterious lady glowing in radiant blue-purple light would say,

"In this room lay the answers to all your current problems and the ones yet to come, but overreliance leads to one's doom. Acquire all knowledge, and this world will be yours to take."

The woman would glow with radiant light and vanish, dimming the dream-- once more.

So, each day she instantly searched the room without a goal in mind, only a tinge of expectation, hope, and simply—boredom. When she was about to give up, a letter fell out of the gaps in a wall.

It was black with white flowery markings on its surface.

On it were words written in italic fonts, but one word caught her attention.

It was



𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘥