My first original, Where I basically tried to make a system where you can actually buy Luck attribute. Got the idea from the strongest gene.

Though I will focus on combat suits a little bit, most of the time I will focus on both mechanic and gene-related parts. As for the gaming elements, the whole world is set in a partial game setting. no such thing as Health Points or stuff, but there will be attributes And levels.

I happen to read novels like The Legendary Mechanic, Super Gene, and The Strongest Gene, and I got this idea, to make a new novel.

Only this time on a very massive scale.

I'm learning to write a novel with the same writing way as that of the strongest gene.

Hope you all like it. And please comment. My writing capabilities are really shitty.

"Are you okay with the fact that you'll never be normal again?"

...

"Do you promise to follow my orders, no matter how drastic they may seem?"

...

"Are you okay with the fact that you may never see someone that you care about again?"

...

"Will you devote yourself to the betterment of humanity?"

...

"Alright. Last one. Do you promise to never betray me?"



Three adventurers have been traveling across the world, in search for jobs to get themselves more money. It was just a normal day, when the town they were stopping by in was suddenly attacked by the most fearsome person in the world.

God.

That attack led those adventurers into a much different path than they had been expecting. One with action, excitement, fear, and heartbreak. But, where will their journey end up? Only time will tell....

Leo Lock was a ordinary boy who lived a life that could only be described as horrific!

His luck in life was horrible, if something and could happen to him it would no matter what, ranging from small things to big things!

However as if god seemed to pity him Leo was killed by a painless heart attack only to end up being whipped a moment later!

God seemed to hold no pity towards him as Leo was a slave underground, getting whipped every time he dare try to leave.

And so Leo must find a way out of his hell hole so he can maybe, just maybe live a good life!

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Bukan Cerita Bersambung, tapi berisi ratusan cerita VULGAR

Dewasa dulu baru boleh baca
Perjalan seorang Ridho, siswa kelas  XI SMA karena dendam pada ayahnya, dia akhirnya terlibat dalam dunia hitam.

Tak pernah terduga jika hubungan asmara diantara meraka menjadi sebgitu pelik

I will post a thought-provoking question daily as well as my answer to it. It's obviously not a novel, but it's just a collection of Q/A. 

It's my OPINIONS towards some questions that I find interesting. So, don't hate/bully me for my writing. 

^^ Have fun reading.

Comment below if you agree/disagree and why. I will be reading your comments.



Angelina took the piece of cloth from its hand and wiped her eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” Angelina asked before blowing her nose into the cloth. 

It began to speak‚ but suddenly stopped. 

“I….” 

Angelina had a curious expression written all over her face. Why did it stop? 

She wanted to force it to finish it wanted to say‚ but noticed it only hesitated. Seeming like it was unsure of what to say. 

 “You still haven’t explained your connection with James” Angelina asked ignoring its reply. 

“Don’t just fall asleep tonight” It warned 

“What… Why” 

“Don’t fall asleep” It said giving Angelina a warning glare 

James is going to strike tonight. That’s why she’s- I mean‚ It’s here. It came to warn her‚ but why? She remembered when IT told her‚ Its soul as well as the rest of the dead children would be free‚ when James is put to rest or something like that‚ which meant they needed her to set them all free. But it all still didn’t make any sense to her. What is their connection with James? Why did they need her? Or why is he the reason they can’t rest? She had a lot of questions to ask. 

Angelina immediately snapped herself to reality. 

She was about to thank it for the warning but noticed it was had already gone. 

 ****** 

 1997 

20th July 1997 

City cemetery 

10:00am 

The hearse arrived at the cemetery. It wasn’t like any other hearse that would be loaded with flowers and gifts‚ this one only had the casket inside. On top of a casket sat a flower- the flower James had given to Anna from their first date. Anna tried not to think of that night and neither did she want to feel emotional. Why should she? Anna only felt angry‚ nothing else and she didn’t care what the priest or cemetery staff thought of her acting the least emotional. Honestly‚ this was the same man that wanted to kill her daughter for a selfish reason. 

Since James biological parents and adopted parents were both late‚ and he never made mention of any relatives‚ Anna was the only one present as family. 

The atmosphere never felt gloomy‚ except for a little girl who stood by herself from a distance. 

It was a sunny day‚ and a good day to take a walk around the park. Besides Anna and her new born baby- Angelina‚ Jessica‚ cemetery staff‚ the pallbearers and the priest‚ were the only ones present. Anna was surprised as to what the little girl was doing there. She looked around just in case she came along with an adult or someone‚ but it seemed she was alone. 

The casket was carried out of the hearse by the pallbearers and laid on rails. It was then supported on belts so it can be lowered into the ground. 

After the priest said the final prayer and the casket had been lowered‚ and covered‚ Anna handed Angelina to Jessica and approached the little girl. 

“Hey there” Anna said with a smile “Are you here with someone or are you alone?” she asked softly 

The little girl just continued staring at James grave ignoring Anna’s question. 

“I’m Anna‚ what’s your name dear?” Anna asked 

“I think you should let her be Anna” a voice from behind Anna said 

“Alright then” Anna said turning to Jessica “But I have never seen her before” she whispered into Jessica’s ear. 

Just then Angelina began to cry and Anna stretched out her arms to hold her. “It’s okay dear mummy is here” she said in a comforting voice. 

“Can I hold her?” the little girl asked.

A young girl is been haunted in her dreams and in reality by a sinister stranger....

The shuttle landed smoother than she expected, easing down onto the hardpacked gravel slow enough to make it hard to identify when they touched ground. Cassandane ran through a post-flight checklist, then led Sam outside with the rest of the small crew of four. The crew and the Angmari staff of the supply depot watched Sam warily as they walked to one of the Quonset huts.

A man who seemed to be in charge indicated which items had loading priority. Another one, whose uniform jacket designated him a cargo master, began dictating how the items would be loaded on the shuttle to balance the weight side to side and front to back. When the two men finished their pontificating, Cassandane informed Sam that as part of her paragon training she would be performing most of the loading under the direction of the crew.

So began a grueling day of labor. Sam could only lift approximately eighty pounds of cargo at a time, so the cargo master had the other three crew members tasked with identifying items at or below that weight for immediate transport. Despite the lack of physical exertion, she found herself wearying fast. Cassandane advised her after a dozen trips to balance out her precursors by releasing bursts of nous in what she called an unstructured meme-cast. Judging by the blank expressions on the faces of the crew every time she balanced herself, the burst of nous had the effect of disrupting the thought processes of those around her, even to the point that people would lose track of their conversations mid-word.

Several trips later, Cassandane handed her a rock and instructed her to break and repair it using gravitas. The breaking part proved simple enough, but reattaching the rock halves required a significant precursor investment. After working the rock over once, she could resume her job porting heavy items without problem.

Larger pallets floated through the air as Cassandane effortlessly picked up the slack created by Sam's lagging pace. Hours passed before all cargo had been loaded. Cassandane led her back into the control room of the shuttle and they strapped in while they waited for word from the crew that they were ready to depart. Following that, Cassandane radioed their status and lifted the laden vessel straight into the air.

"You're not going to orbit up?"

Cassandane didn't even look over at the question. "I'm not concerned with efficiency."

"Oh," Sam said. "How much stronger than me are you?"

"It's not worth calculating at the moment. Your strength will increase rapidly in the next few months. Though you shouldn't expect to match anything near my level of performance unless you manage to generate. Full paragons . . . are an unjust existence. Not only do they have a wide range of talents and possess the ability to permanently prevent resonant buildup, they are also significantly stronger than other kinds. All of the perks and only a minor inconvenience."

Sam sat up straighter. "What is the inconvenience?"

"You can never turn it off," Cassandane said.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a constant preoccupation." Cassandane smiled at her. "Don't concern yourself too much over the issue. The likelihood that you will have to deal with it is small."

Once they reached a certain altitude, Cassandane had Sam help with their ascent. So soon after her labors with the cargo, Sam barely felt able to contribute, yet she dug deep to avoid disappointing her benefactor. When the Angelship became visible in their screens, Cassandane took over completely.

Unlike with her previous shuttle ride, the docking proceeded smoothly. Cassandane did call "contact", which the crew echoed back, but the vessel never rocked as it fit into the cradle. A slight shudder passed through the shuttle as the airlocks interconnected.

Then came the time to unload. In a reversal of the work on the ground, Sam moved cargo into the Angelship and into a designated storage bay. She did not get any assistance from Cassandane this time as the lack of gravity allowed her to maneuver even the most massive pallets.

After, Cassandane took Sam back down to the lower level where they took a casual stroll in artificial gravity through the central street. Sam looked around at the steel-and-glass buildings to either side backed up against the dazzling white porcelain of the external walls, then at the smaller adobe buildings nestled at odd intervals between them. Rooftop gardens were everywhere, soaking up the bright light from straight above. The street weaved around public parks and over ponds and once under a stadium.

"You can ask questions," Cassandane prompted her after a while.

Sam continued to stare around at the marvel of the spaceship that would be her home for the rest of her life. After all her efforts that day, she didn't feel much desire to use her brain for anything more involved than sightseeing. Yet she had the impression that this powerful woman wanted to talk. For all Sam knew, Cassandane had no friends, other than possibly her niece Ayla.

"You're an Aoleyen," Sam said. "And Ayla is a Lentaran. Does that mean one of you isn't . . . purebred?"

"This is not the type of question I anticipated."

"Sorry."

"No. It is fine. Ayla and I are not actually related. A number of Lentarans made it into space during the Chekowan invasion because their guileless natures made them an ideal labor force for simple ship maintenance. They wouldn't rebel and couldn't double deal. Ayla's parents weren't sterilized . . .at least not then."

Cassandane paused before continuing. "Traditionally, Lentarans were not permitted to raise their own children. They are affectionate and generous to a fault, but they don't make decisions in the same way a competent adult would. This practice continued even after the human rights reforms were enacted. The only exception would be if a third party agreed to take on a supervisory role for the parents and act as a guardian to act in the best interests of the child."

"That's . . . nice of you to take on that role for Ayla."

"I suppose."

"But isn't all of this a bit racist? Do Angmari even have that term?"

"Yes, Sam, I know what racism is," Cassandane said. "And this is not that. Your Earth never dared to test the possibilities of human breeding. Emperor Gotaki Vonger's three programs created subspecies with wildly divergent mental and physical characteristics from the baseline population. Ayla is not like you. And neither am I."

"Sorry."

"No apology is necessary. I don't expect you to understand these things after spending a week in an industrial farm. Let's eat before I start my shift on generators."

The universe is a strange place.  First the stars in the sky began to change, twinkling out to be replaced by stars identical to the sun.  Then an alien fleet appeared in the solar system, decelerating without obeying the laws of physics.  None of that prepared the world for what was to follow when the aliens revealed themselves to be English-speaking humans.

15 Minutes later, the last ground vehicle is finally out of the city. While on the other hand, the air cav is still grounded, because of technical issue. With nothing else to do, Faust order the air cav men to rest up, but still be ready to move.

The mechanized & motorized infantry on the other hand, is doing smoothly. Oman, who is sitting on top of the lead Tsujigiri tank, is currently checking the route using a drone, Mindi is sleeping inside one of the Tardec RST-V, and Logan is driving one of the KLX250.

When the lead Tsujigiri tank enter a village, the villagers got scared, thinking they were monsters that coming to attack the village. Oman's screaming didn't really helping either. He used the loudspeaker, to tell the villagers to clear the main road. The panicked villagers try to quickly get out off the way, but some of them are scared children that froze in place. Few soldiers decided to get off the tank to help clear out the road.

One of the elders resolved himself, and ask one of the men about what do they want to do to this village. The men answer honestly, and say "We are just passing through." Hearing this, the old man then pass out the word to the rest of the villagers, calming them down. It turns out, there are another reason the villagers start panicking. It's because usually, when the Dowa army came, they will forcibly conscript the healthy adult and the young adult into the army. Although many of them are still sceptical, some of them come out of their house to watch the vehicles drive through the village.

Unknown by others, one of the villagers manage to sneek inside the forrest. After a short walk, the man arrived at a large tree that has an arrow mark on it, an then open it's hidden drawer. Inside, there is a manacom, that he immediately use to call his supperior.

"Report. There's a large army moving out. It's possible they are the reinforcement to take back Turov. Please advice."

After a few buzzing sound, there is an answer. "What! How come the agent inside the king city didn't send a word!? Is it possible that they were captured? Which ever is it, this is bad.. Anyway, do you have an estimation of how many they are?"

"No sir. They are using a large number of some kind of magic wagon. I saw the biggest magic wagon I have ever seen, capable of carrying six to eight large demihuman."

"That's impossible. No magic wagon can carry that much load. Anyway, you lay low. There are few interception team near there, they will delay their movement."

"Yes sir."

After that, the men then turn the manacom off, hide it again, and then head back to the village. When he's at the edge of the forrest, he was shocked to see that Oman is waiting for him.

With a large grin that show his canine, Oman ask the man. "How do you do?"

The man immediately run away toward the forest, but stoped short by Oman. Oman immediately shot him with a Benelli M4, loaded with taser shell. When the shell hit, 50.000 volt of electricity shocked the man for a few seconds.

"Heh, you idiot. Although you manage to dodge the eyes in the ground, you forgot the eyes in the sky." A drone then appear behind Oman. "Now, let me call a friend of mine, and then we can do a long~ chat. Shall we?" Oman then pick the man up.

After a short talk with the village head, Oman manage to borrow a barn for the 'talk'. Few minutes later, Mindi enter the barn while yawning. "So, this is the guy?"

"Yup."

"Got it."

After Oman straped the spy to a chair, he then splash him with water, waking the man. "Rise and shine sleeping ugly. We have few questions for you, can you answer them honestly?"

Although confused at first, the spy quickly calm himself. "Heh, it's no use. No matter how much you torture me, I won't speak."

"Damn!"

"Haha, he used the cliche line. You lost Oman."

"Damn man, you made me lost 50 Nim (Eldia's currency)! In this situation, you should just stay silent like a cool man, not blaber like some hot shot! You're a spy not a damn general!" Before Oman woke the spy, he and Mindi made a bet whether the spy will use a cliche line from the movies, or just stay stay silent.

"Like I say, you men love showing your bravado."

"..." The spy couldn't understand what kind of situation he's in. They suppose to make him fear them, not joking arround in front of him.

"Oh now you didn't say a word?" Oman then slap the spy's head.

"Hey, be nice. And you, hot shot, I have a bad news for you. No matter how tough you are, you will answer our question. It can't be helped."

"I like to see you try."

"Hmm... he got fire I give him that." Mindi then load a blue liquid into a syringe, and then inject it into the spy. "You better not struggle. You don't want the needle to break mid-injection. Thrust me, it will be incredibly painful."

"What is that?" After Mindi finish injecting the serum, the spy ask her.

"This thing is called... you know what, the name is rather hard to pronounce, but we called it the truth serum. In a few minutes you will having a mild headache, and then your thoughts will become dull. After that, it will take your will away, making your lips very loose."

"Heh, like that kind of drug exist. Ugh.."

"Oh, the drug finaly kicks in. Let's try it then. What's your real name?"

Although the spy try to keep silent, his lips just open up like it was natural. "Mowi..."

"Good boy.. He's all yours Oman. I'll go back to sleep."

"..You know Mindi, I sometime forgot that you are a doctor."

"Why? Because how venomous I can be?"

"Yeah.. you're the complete oposite of how people wished their nurses should be. You used to be a doctor right? Helping patient, healing the wounded, that kind of stuff. But here you are, shooting lead into a person skull. And not one of us know why would you chose this life."

"That's part of my charm. Also, let just say, that I believe in the saying, 'sometimes, the only way to save a live, is to take one'... Call me if you need anything else."

"Thanks." After Mindi close the door, Oman then began his questioning. "So then, Mowi, how many spy friends do you have in this village."

"None..."

"How about the next town, or on the way there?"

"There are few teams that will try to delay your movement... There should be a merchant in Lervi that act as our agent..."

"What's the merchant's name?"

"I don't know his real name.. but his merchant name is Odel..."

After few more questions that Mowi have no answer to, Oman then ask him a final question. "Thank you very much Mowi. Now, this is personal, but what is your deepest desire."

"I.. want to go home... To my little brother and sister... To my mother... I want to just leave this god awful 30 years of war..."

".. I hear you man. But you're lucky, let me tell you that. You still have family to go back to. Now that's over, you better sleep." Oman then shot Mowi with a tranqulizer round, knocking him out. He then grab Mowi and throw him to one of the car.

Not long after that, the convoy suddenly stop. Oman ask about it over the radio. The commander of the lead tank say, "Lt Logan order us to stop."

Oman then run to Logan. When he arrive, Oman immediately ask Logan what is going on. Logan response by pointing his eyes using his fingers, and then run his thumb across his neck. What Logan meant by that, is that he can feel the enemy scouts, and that he will take care of them.

".. I see.. Do you need any help?"

Logan shake his head in response.

"Got it. Be careful out there Logan. MOVE OUT!" After Oman shout the order, the convoy began to move again.

The MC was 25 years old man who is a type of otaku who can consume everything from military to magic occult. One day he got to an accident that cost him his life. It turns out, a god from other world are the perpetrator. The god told the MC that he want MC to help his world from an impending dissaster few years ahead.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on the ground, the hammer was already standing at my door.

    "Morning, friend, are you ready? Father asked me to take you to our house." The young dwarf looked a little impatient.

    I had nothing to prepare, so I followed him.

    The city seems to have awakened from its deep sleep. Walking on the streets of Clark City, there are constantly ox carts loaded with various goods passing through the streets amidst the shouts of the owner. The shops on the street also open their doors, At the door, you can see the industrious guys cleaning the shop, preparing to welcome the first visitor. I can even hear the butcher's cry from a distance.

    "Hammer, you should not be an adult yet. Are the dwarves already walking down the mountains and living together with humans?" I always have questions about the hammer's youth. According to the description of the elders, although the dwarves are not Not as closed as our elves, but underage dwarves are still not allowed to leave the village on the mountain. This is also related to the dwarf's poor reproductive ability. Like the elves, every dwarf born is a treasure of the race.

    "You are right. I am not an adult, and I was not allowed to leave the tribe." The hammer looked back at me and continued: "However, the harvest on the mountain has been poor for several years, and the tribe itself has not With enough manpower, we, underage dwarves, had no choice but to go down to the mountain to help deliver food to the tribe."

    Speaking of this, the young dwarf was a little depressed: "I don't like the city, there is no smell of minerals here. And there is no wooden handle."

    "Wooden handle?" I was a little confused. Although the dwarves love to strike iron, they don't seem to have any special interests in woodworking.

    "Yes, Mushan is the daughter of Aunt Anisha, who lives next door to my house. Mushan is the most beautiful dwarf in the entire village. She has thick arms and beautiful skin like black iron ore." See Xiao The dwarf's look of longing made me seem to be happy with him.

    "But next week, when the last batch of food arrives, I will be able to return to the village," the hammer raised his little chest. "This time I have collected enough food for the entire tribe for two winters. Shimokihara won't laugh at me because I am not as strong as her."

    It's not far from the hotel to Jin's weapon shop, even if it is swaying slowly behind the dwarf, it will arrive in a while.

    The fire weapon shop was not too big. The walls on both sides were covered with weapons without handles. Gold was not on the counter. The hammer led me through a small door behind the counter and down to the underground workshop. Kim was standing. By the blazing fire, Jin first gave me a warm hug when he saw me coming in.

    "Clark City is too crowded. Those humans can't enjoy the beautiful sound of ironing. They think I'm too noisy and have to get my workshop down." Jin was a little depressed, but soon recovered and said to the hammer: "Go to the top and take the three weapons I kept."

    After a while, the hammer took the weapon off.

    Jin stroked these weapons, eyes full of love. He first picked up a two-handed sword. "This is a work I completed when I was three hundred years old. His name is Zhongfeng. It is all cold-forged with fine iron and is extremely sharp." , Jin picked up a warhammer again: "This is heavy pressure. I used 30 tons of good materials and fifty years of my life, and kept working hard. Don't look at it so small, it's so heavy. Eighteen tons, as long as he can swing it, no one can stop him." Finally, Jin stroked a tomahawk as high as himself: "His name is Jin, Stephen Jin. This is my production. I will take the time to rebuild the first weapon every day. It is our dwarf's partner in life and death. It is my proof in this world and the only weapon I use in my life. He also has a name-Dwarf's soul."

    Putting down the battle axe, Jin said to me: "This is the highest representative of my level of production, and my level is among the top three among the dwarves. You can choose one directly, except of course my battle axe. Or You can also let me change or remake it?"

    I smiled and shook my head: "These weapons are undoubtedly very good. From the selection of materials to the workmanship, they can be regarded as excellence, and these weapons have their own unique personality-but I will not choose them. , And will not choose any weapon in your shop. Just because they are not suitable for me."

    I closed my eyes: "My weapon should be as light as a flying flower, flexible as a new-born twig, and able to pass through the wind gap. Only such a weapon is suitable for me."

    Hearing my statement, Jin's eyes began to shine: "My friend, you passed my test. Although I promised to make you a weapon, I only saw the excellence of the weapon and didn't know how to choose the right one. People are not worthy of having weapons built by dwarves."

    At this point, Jin frowned. "But the weapon you mentioned is different from all the weapons I have built before. It is as flexible as a newborn twig? I can't imagine such a weapon. It seems you will have to wait a long time. ."

    I took out a piece of white cloth from my body and painted the sword I designed for myself: "My weapon is such a sword. She has always been in my heart. Before, I didn't have enough strength to make and control her. Now I With your help, I think maybe I finally have a chance to see her." Passing the cloth to Jin, "Since I have such a chance to see her, don't you think that I have not had the patience to wait a little longer in the life of my elf? ?"

    Jin looked at me, and then the two of us laughed relatively loudly, so that the ashes in the workshop throbbed.

    When we laughed enough, Kim pulled me and said, "Go, let's choose the materials."! ~!

An elder old man died naturally but reincarnated as an elf. In a different world, what wonderful story will happen? Let us follow in the footsteps of the elves and experience a different kind of life

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