de ja vu
Besides, he did need to eat, nutrition was most important for a child his age and malnutrition could screw him forever in the worst-case scenario. This was not something he could tolerate, as someone who suffered from poor health for a lifetime. As a former chronic asthma patient, the feeling of air gushing into his lungs and invigorating every cell in his body was addictively satisfying.
The Martial Unity
Action · Lord_Streak
this aint earth
"It's really tasty sister." Rui replied with as much sincerity as he could fake. In truth, he hated porridge, as someone from the middle class of a first-world country, he was accustomed to much better food than porridge, but this was something Alice had personally made for him, with a lot of love and care, he did not dare hurt her feelings out of his privileged lifestyle.
The Martial Unity
Action · Lord_Streak
As an adult mentally, Rui was able to learn languages much quicker through active learning. He quickly remembered everybody's names first, followed by basic greetings, words he came across most, such as 'food' and 'eat', before making his way across a large portion of the common language. He could form basic coherent sentences by ten months, and had grown more comfortable and fluent with them by eleven months. The orphanage considered him a genius, after all, what baby could speak so well before it even turned one year old?
The Martial Unity
Action · Lord_Streak
He was born with severe asthma, preventing him from ever engaging in any physically intensive activities, martial arts included. So instead of practicing them, he'd decided to dedicate his life to learning about them. If he could not study martial arts as a practitioner, he would do so as a scientist.
The Martial Unity
Action · Lord_Streak
Hopefully someday you'll continue this. It is a really good fanfic I wish it was more known I've read far worse fanfics that are way more popular kinda sad.
I'll be here if you ever decide to contninue this☝🏾🧐
mannnnn im heartbroken😭 i was so into this fanfic
*sigh*
This may be the start of something great
On a mild Wednesday around noon, a tall, slender man walked into a small bakery. Atlas felt a deep sadness as he stepped inside, knowing this was the day he would die. That very morning, he had learned of the grim fate that awaited him: facing a "Door."
Doorbound
Fantasy · Mr_Mysteries