wow logs

Good news! The game is up and running! Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game. Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world. High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery... Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players. Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die. Wait, what's this? 【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】 Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!" (PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about. Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...) ```

Yo. Name's Nori. I'm just an ordinary twenty-year-old university student—really—that woke up transported to this world called Gaellia one day. On my first day, I find myself thrown in jail and met my partner that will travel with me: an AI that I have a telepathic bond with. [Nori, there are monsters attacking the city.] Not my problem. "Big Sis! I bought this dress for you!" "Bro! Let's head to the gate to see who would get a higher kill count!" [Nori, if you do this mission, you can read 50,000 words of a new title—] Ah! Alright already, I get it! **On hiatus for volume compilation** ***Volume Two being roughed out*** {Note: Written in 1st Person POV. Nori is nonbinary. Romance-free for Nori but lots of misunderstandings happen.}

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

Ned Forester’s life hit rock bottom when his royal status was exposed as a mix-up and his only talent turned out to be spectating. Banished from the palace and stuck in the slums, he’s just trying to survive mosquitoes, awkward family dinners, and society’s ridicule. But when his broken family heirloom—a suspiciously glowy watch—comes to life, Ned stumbles into a mystery that changes his life. Armed with his wit, his “useless” talent, he might just prove that even a spectator can take center stage.

His life is really a wild run. Find out who he ends up with after his really messed up encounter.

"Ding, the 'Plot Lord' system is being installed. Please wait." "Hello. Who are you? What is this place, and why am I here? Can you..." "Ding, Mission: Identify and transfer the system to the target within a year." "Ding, Reward: Host soul will not be destroyed." "Go fuck yourself." "Ding, 3..2...1... The system is willing to reissue the mission. Is the host willing to accept?" "Again. Go fuck yourself." Long Chen screamed in discomfort. "Ding, Host, why are you unwilling to accept the mission?". "First, Go fuck yourself. Second, stop with the Ding sound. It's irritating. Third, what the hell is happening here?" "Host, the system is exhausted after a long journey. The system thought it had found the right host but didn't expect to meet you." ...................................................... Authors Note- Please comment and provide feedback for Improvements.

My name is Antonio sevenstars, a captain of the black mountain guards. My duty is the protection of the scholars as they learn the magical secrets of our ancestors. The continent is a vast and ancient land, with as many paths to power as the stars in the sky, with so many paths forgotten or fragmented. Most have become secrets that are trapped in the rock of ruins, the rotten pages of books or the memory of the old. The black mountain has an hegemony on these secrets due to the scholars and we are the shield that guard the scholars. This is a logbook with the details of a mission that I am undertaking to the very north of the continent, in the lands of the snowwind empire, an up and coming imperial empire.

This is the story of a broken man who has lost so much and yet strives to survive amidst the danger and horror the world has to offer while fighting against foes of power and influence he has no clue about and yet must fight against if he wishes for even a chance of survival read about his logs and how his journey begins and maybe even ends

Since he was told by special guests that he was eight - character, He Bixue has really started hitting ghosts! And it was a bloody female ghost who was scattered all over the body, smiling at him with a cracked mouth and holding him tight.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!