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After several minutes of contemplative silence, Arthur finally reached his conclusion. "I've made my decision," he announced thoughtfully. "The Skull Organization could prove quite valuable to me for an extended period. There's no need to eliminate them immediately."
Firfel and Vivienne exchanged relieved glances upon hearing this declaration. The prospect of Arthur engaging another dangerous organization in direct conflict had filled them both with considerable...
2025-07-28 12:22:36 +0000 UTC
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Seeing the eager anticipation in Keanu's eyes, Arthur reached into his storage system and withdrew a bound set of papers, placing them on the desk between them. "This is the script. Take a look."
Keanu accepted the pages with careful reverence, his eyes immediately drawn to the title page: John Wick: Chapter 1. Below the bold lettering was standard formatting—project details, production information, and most notably, the screenwriting credits....
2025-07-28 12:22:15 +0000 UTC
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Hi everyone, I wanted to let you know that upcoming chapters may be delayed. I'll be attending my uncle's final funeral later, and then the burial will follow. The service was postponed due to weather, and it will take several hours. I really appreciate your patience during this time. Thank you for understanding.
2025-07-26 20:59:13 +0000 UTC
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It had been a week since Lucas and Jennifer returned from their honeymoon, and they were finally settling into married life at "The Billionaire." The massive Bel Air mansion felt different now—not just Lucas's house, but truly their home.
With Jack and Simon taking a well-deserved vacation, the newlyweds had the place completely to themselves for the first time. The estate's built-in security system gave them confidence they were safe, and the privacy felt like pure...
2025-07-26 20:52:24 +0000 UTC
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Alexander stared at the bizarre gathering in his chamber—a priest, his uncle, his father, and even Fritz the cook all crowded around his bed. His face showed complete bewilderment.
What's happening here? Did I miss something important after I lost consciousness? he wondered, still vividly recalling his dream of being a mighty warrior commanding respect on the battlefield. He'd enjoyed that vision of strength and authority, only to wake up to this chaotic scene.
The sh...
2025-07-25 13:49:00 +0000 UTC
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Alexander entered his private chambers. Despite Castle Eisenberg's financial struggles, his room remained reasonably spacious—a privilege of his noble birth.
The furnishings were practical rather than luxurious: a sturdy oak writing desk paired with a wooden chair featuring a simple padded seat, and a chest of blackwood that served as his wardrobe. Near the window stood a washbasin on its wooden stand, while a wall rack held his cloaks and belt.
Exhausted from the day's events...
2025-07-25 13:46:16 +0000 UTC
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A man in his thirties dies from a mysterious illness, his final moments filled with crushing regret over a wasted life. Just when he believes everything is over, he awakens reincarnated as the son of a medieval baron in another world.
But fate proves cruel—his new body is even more frail and sickly than before. In a world resembling Earth's medieval period, where disease claims more lives than war, his weak constitution seems like a death sentence waiting to happen.
However, t...
2025-07-24 14:14:16 +0000 UTC
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The head maid, Elsbeth, studied the bowl of stew before her with curious eyes. In all her years of service, she had never encountered such a dish. She observed the pale, cube-shaped pieces floating among the familiar onions and herbs, their surfaces slightly rough and earthy-looking.
What could those chunks be? she wondered. Perhaps some type of turnip? Or maybe white carrots that grew strangely? They're too large to be parsnips...
The rich aroma rising from th...
2025-07-24 14:14:10 +0000 UTC
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After cooking the potato stew for a full hour, the rich aroma filled the entire kitchen.
Alexander nodded approvingly as he inhaled the savory scent. "Perfect. Fetch the wooden bowls—it's ready to serve."
Fritz also caught the delicious smell and nodded, though he remained hesitant about the root vegetables. He retrieved wooden bowls and began ladling out the stew, but Alexander reminded him firmly, "Make sure to include plenty of those root vegetables for both of us."
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2025-07-24 14:14:06 +0000 UTC
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Alexander unwrapped the potatoes on the preparation table under Fritz's watchful gaze. His excitement was barely contained as he spoke. "I have something special for you to cook, Fritz. These root vegetables could help our people survive without relying solely on grain and gruel—especially during harsh winters!"
Fritz examined the strange tubers with curiosity, listening patiently to his young lord's enthusiastic words. "What are these? They look familiar somehow..."
Alexander...
2025-07-24 14:14:01 +0000 UTC
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Alexander sat quietly behind his uncle on the horse, clutching his precious bundle of potatoes. Excitement coursed through his veins as he imagined the culinary possibilities. Potato stew, roasted potatoes with herbs, potato bread mixed with regular flour, boiled potatoes seasoned with salt and wild garlic, even potato porridge for the sick and elderly.
He could barely wait to reach the castle and convince the cook to help him prepare these dishes.
"Young Lord, this is your firs...
2025-07-24 14:13:57 +0000 UTC
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Alexander surveyed the butcher shop's interior with barely concealed disgust. Iron hooks and wooden beams stretched across the ceiling for hanging carcasses, with several cuts of pork wrapped in stained linen cloth suspended overhead. At the room's center stood a massive chopping block, scarred from countless cuts and stained dark with old blood.
Buckets of blood and murky water sat nearby, drawing clouds of buzzing flies. The stench was overwhelming—a mixture of raw meat, old blood,...
2025-07-24 14:13:52 +0000 UTC
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The farmer continued his explanation, but grew annoyed when he noticed the boy staring blankly into space like a fool. Who am I kidding? I knew this boy was just here to waste my time. He's not listening to a word I'm saying.
Just then, the butcher shop door creaked open. A stocky, broad-shouldered man emerged—around forty years old with a balding head ringed by greasy black hair and a bristly beard peppered with gray. His face was flushed from heat and labor, his nose sligh...
2025-07-24 14:13:47 +0000 UTC
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The pig farmer gave Alexander a strange look, shaking his head as he began walking toward the butcher's shop.
Seeing the farmer departing, Alexander quickly followed. "Wait! Where are you going?"
The farmer didn't slow his pace when he heard the boy pursuing him. "I've got no time for you, lad. This blasted pig has already caused me enough trouble today."
"Just wait a moment!" Alexander persisted, hurrying to match the man's stride. "You seem to know about potatoes. Do yo...
2025-07-24 14:13:40 +0000 UTC
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Graybrook Village consisted of a small cluster of weathered cottages built from timber and wattle-and-daub, their thatched roofs green with moss and sagging from years of neglect. The entire settlement sat on soft, muddy ground that left most houses slightly sunken or tilted at odd angles, clearly receiving minimal maintenance over the years.
Even from a distance, Alexander could see everything he needed to know. One word came to mind: poverty.
I ob...
2025-07-24 14:13:35 +0000 UTC
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Alexander could hardly process what had happened. He had actually been reincarnated as a baby.
He had read countless novels and manga in his previous life about characters being transported to other worlds, but he never imagined it could happen to him. The concept had always seemed like pure fantasy.
Am I dreaming? Is this actually real? Alexander struggled to make sense of his situation.
Everything felt overwhelming and surreal. Yet deep down, he hoped desperate...
2025-07-24 14:13:31 +0000 UTC
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A man in his thirties stared at the white ceiling above, tears streaming silently down his hollow cheeks.
Alexander lay in the hospital bed, his body reduced to little more than skin draped over bones. His frame, once strong, had withered to the fragility of dried twigs. The sharp angles of his face told the story of his decline—there was nothing left of the man he used to be.
So this is it. This is how I die? Alexander thought, his eyes heavy with despair.
Onl...
2025-07-24 14:13:20 +0000 UTC
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Keanu knocked on the chairman's office door. A familiar voice called from within: "Enter."
He stepped inside to find Arthur seated calmly behind his desk, reviewing some documents. Without ceremony, Keanu pulled a collection of small cores from his pocket and laid them carefully on the polished surface.
"These are the 'batteries' my realm produced from your enemies," he said with his characteristic stoic expression.
Arthur leaned forward to examine...
2025-07-24 12:24:38 +0000 UTC
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Four days had passed since Arthur's dramatic revelation about his divine nature, yet Firfel and Vivienne remained stubbornly skeptical.
Rather than accepting his claim with awe or terror, they had instead dismissed it as an elaborate jest—a reaction that was perhaps more unsettling than outright rejection.
Their skepticism wasn't entirely unreasonable. They had known Arthur for years as a charming filmmaker, not some divine entity.
Even witnessin...
2025-07-24 12:23:42 +0000 UTC
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William's eyes softened as he studied Lucas's face, as if memorizing every detail. "You know, at my age, every milestone feels precious. I've lived to see you find love, success, purpose..."
He paused, a hint of wistfulness creeping into his voice. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping to hold a great-grandchild before my time comes."
Lucas felt his chest tighten with unexpected emotion. "Grandfather..."
"I'm not trying to pressure you," William added quickly, raising a...
2025-07-22 18:59:47 +0000 UTC
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Arthur surveyed the pristine street with satisfaction, then turned to face Firfel and Vivienne.
Their expressions were frozen masks of disbelief, eyes wide with an almost childlike wonder that might have been endearing under different circumstances.
He could sense their emotional turmoil—waves of awe crashing against walls of confusion, disbelief warring with the undeniable evidence before their eyes.
While he could read their feelings as clearly...
2025-07-20 10:00:33 +0000 UTC
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The Skull operatives fell swiftly before Hellsing’s forces, magical bonds snapping into place around their limbs with ruthless efficiency. Despite their defeat, the captured soldiers clung to defiance, straining against their mystical restraints.
“This can’t be happening!” one operative gasped, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled. “Lord Viper will save us—he has to!”
...
2025-07-20 10:00:23 +0000 UTC
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The teaser dropped by Warner Bros. was barely a minute long, but it was enough to send fans into a frenzy.
Who could blame them?
Lucas Knight had developed a reputation: when he was in a movie, it meant something. He didn’t do fluff. His rare appearances on the big screen were either Oscar contenders or instant cult classics.
And this time, it wasn’t just any role—it was Elvis Presley.
The King of Rock and Roll. The face of an era.
It...
2025-07-19 18:29:57 +0000 UTC
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Sylwen struggled to stay upright. Her limbs trembled, her breath ragged. Blood trailed from the corner of her lips.
Across from her, Viper loomed—his aura heavier than ever, his presence menacing and absolute.
“Hehehe…” Viper’s voice was low, confident, cruel. “After crushing that artifact, I’ve surpassed the limits of a Supreme Mortal. I’ve touched the threshold of a Demigod. You don’t stand a chance, Lala.”
He wasn’t boastin...
2025-07-17 16:18:15 +0000 UTC
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Viper had assumed this would be easy—like cracking open a tightly sealed jar. Three women. One of them his former subordinate. How hard could it be?
He never expected the “actresses” to fight like trained assassins.
With a dark scowl behind his mask, Viper glanced toward the street where chaos had broken out. His nine men—each elite in their own right—were struggling.
Firfel ducked low, gracefully evading a spinning kick, then pi...
2025-07-17 16:17:55 +0000 UTC
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Guys, it was a heavy night for me. My uncle passed away in the end.
I got a call from the hospital saying his heart had stopped. I was filled with anxiety. A few minutes later, they managed to revive him, and that gave me hope. My whole family held on to that hope. I felt especially relieved knowing his heart had started beating again. I even found the strength to write a chapter of Tycoon Actor, thinking things might be getting better.
But as I was finishing the chapter, the wo...
2025-07-15 19:20:17 +0000 UTC
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Lucas was serious about launching his own annual gala—just like Leonardo DiCaprio. For him, it wasn’t about glamour or showing off wealth. It was about using his fame to make a real impact in the world.
Especially now.
He was the most-followed person on Earth, with a staggering 200 million Twitter followers. Something he never imagined back when all he wanted was to become a “great actor.” Now, with that influence, came responsibility.
“Yawn... I guess that’s ...
2025-07-15 19:18:06 +0000 UTC
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Apologies for the delayed chapter uploads. It’s been a difficult few days due to a family emergency. As some of you may know, my uncle had a stroke and has been hospitalized since. While we initially thought he would recover quickly, his condition worsened due to other underlying health issues, and he eventually had to undergo a tracheostomy to assist with his breathing.
Things have been a bit hectic on my end as I adjust and manage everything, but I’m slowly finding my rhythm agai...
2025-07-11 22:32:34 +0000 UTC
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The looming global pandemic was no small matter.
The world, still blissfully unaware, carried on in complacency—unprepared and naive. After all, most nations had never faced anything on the scale of what was coming. But Lucas knew. He had lived through it once before.
In his previous life, the pandemic had brought the world to its knees. For months—no, years—societies struggled. It didn’t matter whether you lived in a first-world country or a developing one; no ...
2025-07-11 21:52:11 +0000 UTC
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By the next day, word of Titanic had exploded across the Horn Kingdom and the Morningstar Kingdom.
It spread like wildfire—an unstoppable force of chatter, rumors, and sheer emotional impact. Theatres were packed, lines were long, and wherever people gathered, there was only one thing they talked about.
The film was more than a hit.
It was a phenomenon.
Those who hadn’t seen it were left blinking in confusion, like fish...
2025-07-11 21:44:21 +0000 UTC
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