As for the imaginary friend? He honestly didn't care. If Julius heard voices telling him to train, it was great, and everyone should hear them.
I Refused To Be Reincarnated
Fantasy · Adamus_Auguste
I get single mindedness but...
From yesterday afternoon until this moment, aside from practicing blade techniques, that's all he did. Even after the sunrise, he hadn't practiced breathing in the Great Sun Essence Qi to increase the experience value for the Inner Elixir Cultivation Skill.
Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint
Eastern · Scenery on the river
Wu Shiqin answered indifferently, "I prefer to use my fists."
Exploring Immortality Cultivation
Eastern · My path is not lonely.
Should be fine, most individuals who get motion sickness are fine on a bicycle, motorcycle, and a car. The key thing is that they do the driving.
Wang Qi, pale as death, leaned over the railing of the flying boat and thought mournfully, if he was also going to be sick flying on swords, that would truly ruin his life.
Exploring Immortality Cultivation
Eastern · My path is not lonely.
Capital of Camelot, Holy Britannia Empire.
I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist
Fantasy · NihilRuler
Is it the orphanage that just burned down?
"I don't see any issue," Zia replied. "Offer them a bit of money and some incentives, and they'll let us bulldoze their building without a second thought."
Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor
Fantasy · athex
Everywhere and nowhere, definitely a conundrum.
"P–Professor Vanitas?!"
Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor
Fantasy · athex
Not sure how many will get the reference but...
"I'm marrying him."
Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor
Fantasy · athex
Yup, heaven forbid you get a serious illness.
"Yes, due to your father's condition, we've had to increase the dosage of his medications. Additionally, his upcoming treatment requires more specialized equipment. The hospital cannot proceed without the necessary payment."
Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor
Fantasy · athex
But soon, the pace quickened. His strikes became a blur, the blade an extension of his will. He imagined enemies surrounding him—shadowy figures with swords and spears, each attack forcing him to adapt, to react. He spun, ducked, and parried, the choreography of his movements a deadly dance. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, but he paid it no mind.
God’s Tree
Fantasy · Ray_141