4.8Christian is an orphan raised from birth by the Paladin Order. He trains hard to become someone worthy of wearing the title "Paladin Knight". He becomes exceptionally strong and quickly rises through the ranks of the Order. But after slaying countless demons, beastmen, and others, he becomes emotionally numb to cope with the countless lives he's taken. This is until he saves a beast girl from the sword of his comrade. He's then forced to choose between her life and his place in the Order.
A man had given up his real life. He was one of many NEETs who wished to change their life. A new popular virtual reality game, Heallance, was released. He intended to become a new person inside the game. Thus, he promised to himself that he would never log out. And he was reborn as a player named Zeroth. Throwing his real life away, Zeroth's new life in artificial world has begun.
I was raped and humiliated. My last life was ruined but in this one, I will crush everything that displeases me! This is the story of a broken woman on a path to healing herself. Covered in the scars of her first life, how will she prove herself in the second? P.S.: The path may not be pretty, but it sure is fun! ~ ~ ~ Strong trigger warning for the prologue. Feel free to skip it.
In a brightly lit bedroom where the snoring sounds of a single teenager could be heard, an articulate voice of a young female sounded reverberatingly around the room. The female computer's voice was overlapping with the youth's harsh breathing. It seems something big was occuring to the bedridden teenager, while being totally unbeknowst to him...
Every Spirit Cultivator has its own martial spirit, when it is awakened at the age of six, it can either be a beast spirit or tool spirit. Their spiritual qi resonated with each other, encircleing around the child's left or right palm, forming a spirit tattoo like a mark, which is the symbol of their spirit contract.
We were overwhelmed by how vast the space behind the stage was, but what made our hearts cringe was the fact that all the slaves were imprisoned inside cages, some were in diminutive cages of their own, others were squashed together in huge prisons that were pounded to the walls. Guards and other people with surprisingly clean clothes were rushing around, tending to the slaves and polishing them to the point that they seem to be shining. Quite a large number of slaves were positioned outside the cages, still binded by shackles but with better clothes and better looks than the imprisoned ones, which indicated that they were the goods to be sold. I clenched my fists, I was determined to release every single one of them with the infinite cash that was bestowed upon my system. The stench waffling through the air was also surprisingly smelling of soap and perfume, with a slight whiff of something cooking. I was glad that the slaves weren't as badly treated as how the rumors had said, though of course it was still categorized as very bad treatment. The anger inside me was starting to flare up, but was then slightly diminished by the fact that I had noticed the slaves weren't skinny and seemed to be in good condition. We went past the soon-to-be-sold slaves and the guards tending them, who looked at us with frowning faces but went back to their work as soon as they saw the VIP passes that I stuck on our clothes. I looked at the face of the slave that the first guard was fussing about on, and I noticed her to be a species of adolescent juvenile female dark elf. Her gaze met mine, it had a hint of despair but also a sense of longing to be free.
Toya was a Japanese feudal lord of the fifteenth century well known for being a martial artist practicing various fighting styles, some even unknown even in addition to master the use of over 200 different types of weapon. His life was always full and often battles making him run into the cold arms of death, but against all expectations he never died in any of these battles, in fact he now met with over 120 years. "I ... I will die like this? On a bed as a decrepit old man?" Toya said in his last breath. 'Had I known that, I would have died in my last battle * sigh * at least I hope my next life to be exciting ... You should' These Faram the last thoughts of Toya Minazake the biggest feudal lord and god of war this world has had. And so his conscience travels over V centuries in the future and our history finally begins. - - - - - - - - - N / a: My story takes place in a land parallel to ours, so has many differences with ours, such as the land is hundreds of times greater than ours, and has ... Magic!! Ps: I will invent names of cities, countries even schools, so do not tell me I wrote the name of a certain wrong place!
A statistic (or stat) in role-playing games is a piece of data that represents a particular aspect of a fictional character. That piece of data is usually a (unitless) integer or, in some cases, a set of dice. For some types of statistics, this value may be accompanied with a descriptive adjective, sometimes called a specialisation or aspect, that either describes how the character developed that particular score or an affinity for a particular use of that statistic (like Specialisations in Ars Magica or Attribute Aspects in Aria).
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