What happened to the storage ring?
The thought sparked a strange yearning. What if I hadn't encountered her? Where would I be? How well would I have fared on my own? Unlike the protagonists in those stories I used to read back in the human world, there wouldn't be any mystical encounters, no hidden caves with magical beasts guarding ancient artifacts. No, in my reality, even stumbles upon four-star beasts meant certain death, let alone defeating them as a one-star scrawny kid. Even back there, fights were settled with fists, the occasional gun fights or other weapons basically anything I found near me, nothing to prepare me for the monsters and magic that awaited in this new world. Even Raven himself had little knowledge.
Fantasy · Kas73_
Wow, he really can't handle his alcohol 😭🤣
Chu Ning, his face covered, looked down at the corpses of Li San and the other two men on the ground. When he acted, he left no survivors.
Eastern · Nine Lamps and Goodness
Once she has proven trustworthy, I will release her from her bondage and welcome her to the group as one of us. My job will be as an overseer. She will need to learn to fear me if she wishes to properly integrate into our party.
Urban · Zentmeister
What's a fish? :)
"What did I say about making noise? Calm yourself or I will gut you like a fish!"
Urban · Zentmeister
so Zane isn't infectious?
Thus, Elena forced herself to swallow the beer, no matter how much she hated the taste. Where her cheeks became slightly rosy afterward. She then handed the bottle back to Zane and was quick to comment on how much she hated it.
Urban · Zentmeister
See this! I just gifted the story: Ice cola
See this! I just gifted the story: Ice cola
See this! I just gifted the story: Ice cola
See this! I just gifted the story: Ice cola
But I'm excited, my blood pumping with adrenaline. It's my first case, and the woman might be in great danger. We better hurry, I urge, bouncing on the balls of my feet like a boxer before a fight. After what feels like an eternity of the senior's procrastination, we finally arrive at the woman's home, a dilapidated old apartment building that looks like it's seen better days. We push her doorbell, but no one answers. We try again, and after a while, the woman finally comes out, looking about as frazzled as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
I Can Hear a Serial Killer's Voice in My Head
Fantasy · TK_Selwyn