Sota Toyoda is a small boy who lost his parents at a young age and now lives with his aunt Ruka.  His only friend is Harumi, who often berates him. He is a shy guy who lacks self-confidence and his classmates take advantage of him. One day, a portal opens and a fairy enters his bathtub. Eventually, Sota became a love magnet for four fairies!

"Ugh!! He is such an asshole! I can't believe I fell for a guy like him!!" Chelsea complains.

"Who are we talking about again?" I humour her although I already know who she's complaining about.

"Callum?!?! I can't believe you, Dillon remember?"

"Aaaah him~ what did he do to you this time?" I asked my best friend who rolled her eyes at me.

My name is Callum Stride and the beautiful young lady with frizzy hair in front of me is called Chelsea Martin.

It's currently the study period and instead of studying, Chelsea decided to tell me about her on and off relationship with a boy in a grade higher called Dillon.

I kind of zoned out while she was speaking and currently need her to explain from the beginning. We're both in the tenth grade and take the same subjects, but we also have the subjects we specialize in.

I'm good at English, Maths, Chemistry and History whereas Chelsea is bilingual and good at gossip.

Haha, like I was saying before, Chelsea and Dillon have been dating on and off for the past year and a half and she still has not learnt her lesson, he is a shameless bastard that has many girlfriends, but she still likes him and refuses to let go, it has become somewhat of an obsession if you ask me.

"Like I was saying, Dillon told me to find another boyfriend if I am not happy with him, I told him that I would kill him if he ever cheated on me and yet he did it again, he literally played dumb in my face and acted as if everything that happened was my imagination," she ranted on.

I took the glasses that were resting on my nose off and placed it next to my chemistry textbook, rubbing my balled palms against my eye sockets trying to get rid of the dryness my eyes tend to get whenever I had my glasses on for a long period of time.

"Hello? Are you listening to me?" Chelsea called out to me while snapping her left hand's middle finger against her palm, "Yeah, I am listening, do I need to listen with my eyes as well Chelsea?" I answered while questioning her sarcastically at the same time.

She clicked her tongue at me and took out her iPhone from her purse and started tapping on it with her index fingers while it rested on the desk. I stopped rubbing my eyes and looked at her who was busy going through Dillon's Instagram and spying on him.

Chelsea knew she could speak to me and ignore me right after because I am like a wall that soaked in all the information but did not care about it at all, so you could basically say I was 79% a good friend and 21% an asshole.

The bell rang and finally, it was time for the second last period for today, I had English while Chelsea had Arts and Design being her extracurricular subject.

We headed to our lockers then separated with me walking up the staircase to Mr Armstrong's class for English while Chelsea went over to the other building for her double period of Arts and Design.

Holding my books against my chest, I looked down at the clip that dropped out of my hair onto the floor beside my foot, I sighed inwardly because I did not like moving my body too often, I'm really lazy and because I fell this morning while getting out of the shower.

I bent down ever so slightly hoping that the pains in my back don't get triggered, but it was to no avail, my head fell forward and the hair that was tied up in a loose bun swung forward messing up my glasses.

Biting on the inside of my cheek, I quickly picked up the clip that fell and swung my annoying black ponytail to the back and fixed the glasses on my face to rest perfectly on my nose.

I sighed inwardly again because my back pains just got worse, being me is not easy and I did not ask for so much pain!

I made it to Mr Armstrong's class at the same time as the rest of the students, we greeted him and he gave us a project to do that was due for next month on the fifth.

My desk partner and I don't speak unless we have to, the project was an oral presentation that needed pdf files and illustrations on a novel that we are currently reading in class. I particularly think that this is all nonsense because all we ever do is presentations and literature.

I love literature, don't get me wrong, but it's so boring especially for me, for instance, we were previously working on a Shakespeare book, old English basically, things I already knew and then we moved on to topics that were Latin, I understood everything whereas even Mr Armstrong had to google what certain things meant.

Again, don't get me wrong, I learned Latin because I found it interesting before and it's easier because I basically know what others don't and it's fun, but also a useless talent I have.

The period passed by slowly. The bell rang and I had a free period after this because our biology teacher called in sick. I stepped out of the class greeting Mr Armstrong and walked down those horrible stairs again.

I figured that I'd wait for Chelsea and head over to the computer lab. When I stepped in and I felt the chill coming from the computer lab; I cursed inside my heart for not bringing my jacket with.

I checked in with the teacher who was overseeing the class and walked down the middle of the classroom that separated the class with fifteen computers on the right and fifteen on the left.

The class was filled with seniors and they were all doing their own thing. I looked over at the last computer that was open on the left side far at the back of the class near the windows.

The seat next to it had a senior seated in it that I had a crush on, but was too afraid to speak to. He must have felt my stare and looked up at me. Our eyes met and my body froze, he squinted his eyes, turning his attention back to his computer screen. I sighed at my stupidity and walked over, taking the empty seat beside him.

He was playing an online game and it looked like he was busy duelling against someone, he had an intense expression on his face and it eased up once the screen displayed fireworks with the word "Glory" on it.

I smiled and moved the mouse that was to the right beside the keyboard. The computer screen lit up and prompted me to add in my student number and passcode.

When the process was over, I inserted my flash drive into the USB port and clicked it open, the screen displayed many files and I clicked on one called "Tales of Lore and Lies."

It had over five hundred documents inside it with the first document being the master file. I had written about four hundred chapters worth and I ready to publish it, not wasting any time, I logged into the website which I planned to publish my novel in called "Writes World" and clicked on the link which opened the writer's tab.

I dragged the document called chapter one and filled in all the details that the site required and added the cover image I asked Chelsea to make for me. I bit down on my bottom lip while I hovered the mouse over the publish button, deciding whether or not to do it.

I heard a cough from beside me which startled me and made me press the publish button, realizing what I just did make a chill run down my spine, I turned to look at the culprit that coughed and my crush was staring straight at me.

Fourth book of my Desire Series.
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Callum Stride an author of many books but yet to upload any of them is an anti-social but social when needed, high schooler that goes through life, one step at a time. The only friend he has is his best friend Chelsea Martin who always gives him a headache. 

What Callum doesn’t know is that he’s caught the attention of one of the jocks at school who is silently stalking him.
A love that starts online between the author of his favourite book Tales of Lore and Lies and himself. What happens when they find each other?

Reviews and comments welcomed.

Cover by: Joanna Kosinska

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"Ugh!! He is such an asshole! I can't believe I fell for a guy like him!!" Chelsea complains.
"Who are we talking about again?" I humour her although I already know who she's complaining about.
"Callum?!?! I can't believe you, Dillon remember?"
"Aaaah him~ what did he do to you this time?" I asked my best friend who rolled her eyes at me.
My name is Callum Stride and the beautiful young lady with frizzy hair in front of me is called Chelsea Martin.
It's currently the study period and instead of studying, Chelsea decided to tell me about her on and off relationship with a boy in a grade higher called Dillon.
I kind of zoned out while she was speaking and currently need her to explain from the beginning. We're both in the tenth grade and take the same subjects, but we also have the subjects we specialize in.
I'm good at English, Maths, Chemistry and History whereas Chelsea is bilingual and good at gossip.
Haha, like I was saying before, Chelsea and Dillon have been dating on and off for the past year and a half and she still has not learnt her lesson, he is a shameless bastard that has many girlfriends, but she still likes him and refuses to let go, it has become somewhat of an obsession if you ask me.
"Like I was saying, Dillon told me to find another boyfriend if I am not happy with him, I told him that I would kill him if he ever cheated on me and yet he did it again, he literally played dumb in my face and acted as if everything that happened was my imagination," she ranted on.
I took the glasses that were resting on my nose off and placed it next to my chemistry textbook, rubbing my balled palms against my eye sockets trying to get rid of the dryness my eyes tend to get whenever I had my glasses on for a long period of time.
"Hello? Are you listening to me?" Chelsea called out to me while snapping her left hand's middle finger against her palm, "Yeah, I am listening, do I need to listen with my eyes as well Chelsea?" I answered while questioning her sarcastically at the same time.
She clicked her tongue at me and took out her iPhone from her purse and started tapping on it with her index fingers while it rested on the desk. I stopped rubbing my eyes and looked at her who was busy going through Dillon's Instagram and spying on him.
Chelsea knew she could speak to me and ignore me right after because I am like a wall that soaked in all the information but did not care about it at all, so you could basically say I was 79% a good friend and 21% an asshole.
The bell rang and finally, it was time for the second last period for today, I had English while Chelsea had Arts and Design being her extracurricular subject.
We headed to our lockers then separated with me walking up the staircase to Mr Armstrong's class for English while Chelsea went over to the other building for her double period of Arts and Design.
Holding my books against my chest, I looked down at the clip that dropped out of my hair onto the floor beside my foot, I sighed inwardly because I did not like moving my body too often, I'm really lazy and because I fell this morning while getting out of the shower.
I bent down ever so slightly hoping that the pains in my back don't get triggered, but it was to no avail, my head fell forward and the hair that was tied up in a loose bun swung forward messing up my glasses.
Biting on the inside of my cheek, I quickly picked up the clip that fell and swung my annoying black ponytail to the back and fixed the glasses on my face to rest perfectly on my nose.
I sighed inwardly again because my back pains just got worse, being me is not easy and I did not ask for so much pain!
I made it to Mr Armstrong's class at the same time as the rest of the students, we greeted him and he gave us a project to do that was due for next month on the fifth.
My desk partner and I don't speak unless we have to, the project was an oral presentation that needed pdf files and illustrations on a novel that we are currently reading in class. I particularly think that this is all nonsense because all we ever do is presentations and literature.
I love literature, don't get me wrong, but it's so boring especially for me, for instance, we were previously working on a Shakespeare book, old English basically, things I already knew and then we moved on to topics that were Latin, I understood everything whereas even Mr Armstrong had to google what certain things meant.
Again, don't get me wrong, I learned Latin because I found it interesting before and it's easier because I basically know what others don't and it's fun, but also a useless talent I have.
The period passed by slowly. The bell rang and I had a free period after this because our biology teacher called in sick. I stepped out of the class greeting Mr Armstrong and walked down those horrible stairs again.
I figured that I'd wait for Chelsea and head over to the computer lab. When I stepped in and I felt the chill coming from the computer lab; I cursed inside my heart for not bringing my jacket with.
I checked in with the teacher who was overseeing the class and walked down the middle of the classroom that separated the class with fifteen computers on the right and fifteen on the left.
The class was filled with seniors and they were all doing their own thing. I looked over at the last computer that was open on the left side far at the back of the class near the windows.
The seat next to it had a senior seated in it that I had a crush on, but was too afraid to speak to. He must have felt my stare and looked up at me. Our eyes met and my body froze, he squinted his eyes, turning his attention back to his computer screen. I sighed at my stupidity and walked over, taking the empty seat beside him.
He was playing an online game and it looked like he was busy duelling against someone, he had an intense expression on his face and it eased up once the screen displayed fireworks with the word "Glory" on it.
I smiled and moved the mouse that was to the right beside the keyboard. The computer screen lit up and prompted me to add in my student number and passcode.
When the process was over, I inserted my flash drive into the USB port and clicked it open, the screen displayed many files and I clicked on one called "Tales of Lore and Lies."
It had over five hundred documents inside it with the first document being the master file. I had written about four hundred chapters worth and I ready to publish it, not wasting any time, I logged into the website which I planned to publish my novel in called "Writes World" and clicked on the link which opened the writer's tab.
I dragged the document called chapter one and filled in all the details that the site required and added the cover image I asked Chelsea to make for me. I bit down on my bottom lip while I hovered the mouse over the publish button, deciding whether or not to do it.
I heard a cough from beside me which startled me and made me press the publish button, realizing what I just did make a chill run down my spine, I turned to look at the culprit that coughed and my crush was staring straight at me.
 

My Everything!

My Heart!

My Love!

My Soul!

My Desires!

My All!

You are my everything!
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Reviews and comments welcomed.
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#1 - Prince Aldrich's Story
#2 - Sage's Unrequited Love
#3 - Guns' Uncalled For Love
#4 - Taylum's Innocent Love
#5 - Just Maybe
#6 - Requited Love
#7 - Leaving My Mark In You
#8 - Blinded
#9 - Find You

desainer gaun itu, itu bukan Miss Song, kan? "

"Saya mendengar bahwa tahun ini Grup Huang masuk ke pasar Eropa dan Amerika dengan desain bergaya Kuno, dan bahwa setiap karya mereka berkualitas tinggi."

"Jika kamu mengatakannya seperti ini, maka perancang gaun kejuaraan itu pastilah Miss Song."

Di tengah percakapan mereka, wanita cantik, berpakaian dari ujung ke ujung dengan mewah, tiba-tiba melihat Keira. "Miss Song, gaun kejuaraan kompetisi mode, apakah kamu benar-benar mendesainnya?

"Aku tahu dia melakukannya. Lagipula, gaun ini sangat mirip dengan yang lain. " Song Keira sedang mempertimbangkan bagaimana menjawab mereka ketika seorang wanita lain menyela dengan balasan. Wajah cantik Song Keyra menggantung senyum elegan. Ketika mereka memulai percakapan mereka, hampir semua mata di tempat itu menatapnya. Song Keyra ingin menyatakan bahwa dia bukan perancang gaun kejuaraan, tetapi ketika dia melihat ke atas, dia melihat bahwa semua orang mengenakan ekspresi penuh harap sambil menatapnya. Bahkan Ayla memiliki ekspresi memuja di wajahnya. Hatinya yang sia-sia mengambil alih. Dia merasa bahwa hari ini dia telah berubah menjadi protagonis partai.

Saat dia hendak menjawab mereka, dia memperhatikan sosok Woojin.

Song Aily memegang lengannya saat dia berdiri tidak jauh, menatapnya. Mata Huang Woojin gelap seperti tinta, sorot matanya sangat dalam dan tak terduga. Song Keira tidak bisa mengatakan apa yang dipikirkannya, tetapi Song Aily yang berdiri di sampingnya tampaknya mempertanyakannya dengan tatapannya, 

"Apakah kamu benar-benar perancang gaun kejuaraan?"

Melihat ekspresi itu membuat hati Keyra tidak nyaman.

"Hak atas gaun itu milik Grup Huang, aku tidak merasa sopan untuk memberikannya kepada Ayla, jadi aku mendesain ulang sendiri. Song Keyra menarik garis pandangnya dari Woojin dan tersenyum pada sekelompok wanita yang berdiri di depannya.

"Bukankah aku baru saja mengatakannya? Hanya Keyra yang cukup berbakat untuk mendesain gaun yang begitu indah. " Ayla memegang gaun itu saat dia melihat Keyra dengan pujian: "Keyra, kau terlalu sopan!"

"Miss Song memang wanita paling berbakat di industri fashion."

...

Song Keyra sangat senang dipuji oleh semua orang. Perasaan kesombongannya telah terpenuhi hingga yang tertinggi, tetapi wajahnya menunjukkan senyum yang rendah hati.

Dia sengaja mencuri pandang ke Woojin dan Song Aily. Melihat bahwa ekspresi Woojin persis sama seperti sebelumnya dan tidak benar-benar berubah, dia menghela nafas lega. Dia takut Woojin mungkin marah pada kebohongannya, tetapi ketika dia melihat ekspresi terkejut Song Aily, Song Keira mengangkat dagunya tinggi-tinggi. Ada jejak kesombongan dan kebanggaan di wajahnya saat dia berjalan dengan cepat.

Aily, apakah kamu melihatnya? Jadi bagaimana jika kamu memiliki wajah cantik dan tubuh yang cantik?  Posisi seorang dewi berbakat adalah tempat duduk yang tidak akan pernah bisamu duduki. Bahkan jika kamu adalah istri Woojin, kamu tidak akan pernah dihujani pujian dan penyembahan.

Aily sedikit menyandarkan kepalanya ke arah Woojin Wajahnya tersenyum tipis ketika dia dengan lembut bertanya: "Pemenang kompetisi pakaian memiliki hak untuk menjual produk mereka sendiri. Kapan hak tersebut dibeli oleh Grup Huang? "

Woojin memiringkan kepalanya dan menatapnya dengan senyum yang bukan senyum, "Ketika kamu bersedia menjual, saat itulah dia akan dibeli."

Song Aily menghela nafas tak berdaya dan sedih: "Sekarang semua orang berpikir gaun itu dirancang oleh Song Keyra. Jika saya menjualnya kepadamu, mereka tidak akan percaya bahwa aku adalah orang yang mendesainnya. "

Sudut bibir Woojin melengkung, mengungkapkan senyum yang tidak mungkin bagi orang lain untuk melihat,

 "Apakah kamu tidak membungkus gaun itu sendiri untuk diberikan kepada Ayla?"

Song Aily mengangguk, "Ya, sudah dikirim." Hanya saja semua hadiah ulang tahun yang diterima Ayla telah ditempatkan di sebuah ruangan kecil di kapal pesiar dan belum dibuka.

note : sini aku bakal jelasin lagi kenapa ceritanya enggak bisa dilanjut karna cerita ini sudah melanggar aturan webnovel yang melarang untuk mengupload cerita terjemahan, aku sudah dapet peringatan dari webnovel dari jauh hari, jalan satu-satu yang mau lanjut baca novel ini aku akan buat versi dpf, dan aku enggak pindah ke aplikasi lain, jika kalian benar-benar mau lanjut aku akan buatkan versi pdf yang di mulai bab 130 sampai 310 bab, itu untuk tahap pertama, nanti tahap kedua 311-600 dan tahap ketiga 601-sampai tamat, kenapa gk bisa langsung sampe tamat karna cerita ini babnya sampai 1000 lebih dan aku juga butuh waktu untuk terjemahin, semua itu kembali kepada kalian semua yang masih niat untuk baca aku enggak maksa cukup 30 orang ajah yang minat, dan pdf ini akan aku kirim lewat emailku ke email kalian, jika kalian mau nanti aku akan buatkan grup di Instagramku @valery0393, silahkan chat aku nanti akan aku buatkan grupnya, selain itu aku juga bakal kasih novel terjemahan lainnya yang sudah lama aku terjemahin.

"Apakah pria ini tidak akan menceraikanku? Kenapa dia masih memintaku untuk menghangatkan tempat tidur setiap malam? ”

Seorang pria tertentu mengatakan ini karena musim dingin terlalu dingin. Namun, ketika musim panas akhirnya tiba, dia masih perlu menghangatkan tempat tidur, sehingga seorang gadis tidak tahan lagi:

"Aku ingin bercerai!"

Seorang pria hanya tersenyum nakal dan berkata, “Cerai? Tentu, selama Anda menyetujui dua syarat saya. "

"Kondisi apa?"

"Entah kau memanjakan aku atau aku memanjakanmu, durasinya sepuluh ribu tahun ..."

With Li Shi Ying strong character, she felt more secure if she could protect herself. 

Fortunately she had learnt karate for 3 years and got a black belt. With this experience maybe she could at least escape when she met a strong cultivator. 

Hhh...it wasn't that bad to learn karate afterall....Li Shi Ying used to hate it though when her father forced her to learn karate.

Her mother... was an ambitious women. All her sister and brothers including herself was forced to learn many things since kindergarden! 

She learn mandarin, english, piano, drawing, singing, swimming, and so on. In her family, Li Shi Ying was ordinary. She was smart..it was indeed true but her sister was smarter than her.

Li Shi Hui, Li Shi Ying sister was perfect. She was soo smart that she always got the first place in school. She was very talented in drawing. She had her father's trust to manage the shop money. Basically she could do anything plus she was diligent unlike Li Shi Ying.

Because of it, Li Shi Ying was often neglected by her parents. Her first brother (same age as her) was a genius even if he was a computer addict. 

Her third brother (same age as her) was a bussiness genius. Even if he wasn't doing well in his study, he was good in term of bussiness.

So what could Li Shi Ying do for her family? Nothing. She was like an extra child in her family. 

Li Shi Ying was actually talented. She could play piano well...she could sing well...she was a good novel writer and a good storyteller...she was also very talented in english but aish...her father didn't think that her talent was useful.

By the way only for a small information. Li Shi Ying live in a small town in Indonesia when she was living in earth, her previous world. So she had to learn other languange beside her nation languange. 

She learn her hometown languange which was sundanese. She also learn mandarin and english. Li Shi Ying talent was more in english while Li Shi Hui, her sister was good both in english or mandarin.

 Until finally her father told her to study english education program in a normal university in her town. That's how Shi Ying ended up in english education department.

Okay. Li Shi Ying snapped out from her  reminiscence. 

"Believe in yourself shi ying! even if you're not that talented you still have a talent!" Li Shi Ying said in her heart to motivate herself.

Li Shi Ying knew that she should use anything she had to her advantage. Her strength including a useless one, she should use it to the fullest.

Li Shi Ying made a draft of the thing she could do and she couldn't do in her mind. For the sake of survival. 

She could write story...she could be a storyteller. She also could play piano but alas...here in this world maybe there wasn't any piano exist. 

Li Shi Ying was listing a possible job for her. After she gather enough force to protect herself, she also need to make money.

Hmm...she could spoke beast languange. Maybe she could swindle a few strong beasts to protect her? Yap Mao Mao was already included in the list of strong beasts to 'swindle'.

Nah she learnt karate. At least she could escape with her life if someday she met a mishap. 

Hm hm...what other skills she had...she couldn't be a maidservant anymore. She couldn't even wash her own clothes how could she wash other people clothes.

Li Shi Ying was indeed a spoiled one. She had a housemaid to do all the house chores back in her world. The housemaid do everything related to a girl skill. 

Soo as the result Li Shi Ying couldn't wash her clothes, couldn't do the ironing, couldn't cook, couldn't wrap a present, couldn't sweep the floor, couldn't clean the floor, couldn't change her bed sheet, couldn't sew etc.

When Li Shi Ying realized these fact, she really want to cry. Ahhhhh how useless she is!!! 

Ok enough for analyzing her strength and weakness. Now she should take advantage of her being a reader of light novel "XXX" which was basically would be her greatest cheat.

With this cheat, Li Shi Ying planned to avoid offending a big power existed in this world. 

One thing Li Shi Ying knew she should be aware of wasn't the power in lower realm. In lower realm as long as she could swindle one scared beast and a few divine beasts then she would have nothing to be scared of.

The frightening power which she should take a carefull note to is first, the upper realm. That realm which was filled with mythological beast was undoubtly dangerous. But since she was a human then maybe she won't go to the upper realm.

Li Shi Ying knew from the novel that the upper realm wouldn't be involved with power struggle in lower realm so she could be relieved.

The second one which was more dangerous for her is...the middle realm.

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

Other project:
1. The CEO's Office Boy is a Girl (completed) 
2. 101 Days To Date Mr Target (coming soon) 

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Big thanks to my editors: Overlord_venus, Kuma, DarkAngel84

Proofreader: Lilian


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los ojos de la oscuridad (
the eyes of darkness)

Coronavirus: el libro que 'predijo' la creación de un virus en Wuhan
Un libro escrito en 1981 por Dean Koontz presenta similitudes con la llamada crisis del coronavirus.

Coronavirus: the book that 'predicted' the creation of a virus in Wuhan
A book written in 1981 by Dean Koontz shows similarities to the so-called coronavirus crisis

ISAAC ASIMOV está considerado uno de los más grandes escritores de ciencia ficción de todos los tiempos.

La máquina del tiempo (The Time Machine) es una novela de ficción del escritor británico Herbert George Wells, publicada por primera vez en Londres en el año 1895 por William Heinemann. Consta de dieciséis capítulos y un epílogo.

Al contrario que Julio Verne, padre del detalle y la explicación minuciosa, Wells describe (a propósito) la máquina de modo superficial y a la ligera, con algunas pinceladas de color (como cuando comenta que tenía partes de metal, cristal de roca y marfil), que dejan al lector con curiosidad por saber más del invento y su mecanismo.

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Jack Cull, muerto en la Tierra en un accidente de automóvil, vive ahora en un extraño mundo hueco, encerrado en sí mismo, todo él construido de piedra y arena, y que es una versión moderna, cruelmente sofisticada, del infierno tradicional.
Pero se trata de un infierno muy particular, donde no existe más dolor que el no saber a dónde conduce una existencia vacía, donde la gente que muere resucita al poco tiempo en idénticas condiciones que antes, y donde los demonios, detentadores antes del poder en aquel mundo infernal, son ahora los esclavos de los seres humanos.

Descripción
El hombre abandonado por el mundo, el hombre esclavo del dinero y el hombre conocido como el legendario Dios de la Guerra en el muy popular Continente de Magia MMORPG. Con la mayoría de edad, decide decir adiós, pero el débil intento de ganar algo por su tiempo y esfuerzo se convierte en un efecto que nadie podría haber imaginado.

A través de una serie de coincidencias, su legendario avatar se vende por 3 mil millones de wones, lo que le brinda una gran alegría, solo para sumirlo en la desesperación de perder casi todo por malévolos prestamistas. Con la revelación de dinero a través de los juegos, se levanta del abismo con una nueva resolución y avanza hacia la nueva era de juegos liderada por el primer MMORPG de Realidad Virtual, Royal Road.

Esta es la leyenda de Lee Hyun en su camino para convertirse en Emperador con solo el corazón amoroso de su familia, su deseo ilimitado de dinero, su mente inesperada, su cuerpo forjado diligentemente y el talento del trabajo duro que lo respalda.

ojo lo pueden encontrar en: https://www.novelupdates.com/series/the-legendary-moonlight-sculptor/?pg=39

solo  lo estoy traduciendo porque me gusto la novela y quiero compartirla (ademas quiero leer la novela: libera a esa bruja y necesito creditos para ello.)

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