MachineSamurai9124
Stories
4
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2,565
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29.9 M
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103 d, 20 h
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High-level beheading… complete annihilation… After hearing Dekar’s words, everyone fell into a deathly silence. After a full half-minute, rustling whispers began, even escalating into a fierce quarrel. “Beheading operation? When did it start?!” “So… so, tonight, we are going to uproot the Evil Claws?” “This is too sudden, too fast.” The intelligence Dekar threw out was too terrifying, like a depth charge, shattering the calm surface and raising waves several…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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The gathering dispersed. The night, like the subtle intoxication of wine, slowly spread and filled the sky. Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, everyone pushed open the doors of the Ink House and said their goodbyes. “That’s all for today. See you next time, everyone!” Elton waved goodbye to everyone; after such high-intensity socializing, it was unclear if his heart was still closed off, but at least his behavior was no longer timid or hesitant. “Yes!…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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In the afternoon, the setting sun, like a dying ember, painted the sky in an orange-red hue, which was then sliced into narrow streaks by the buildings. Dailin abandoned all pretense of personal image, sprawled carelessly on the cold steps, his clothes damp, a chill seeping into his spine. “An imagined… life?” Sirian savored his recent words. His tense body relaxed, and he imitated Dailin, slowly lying flat. The sharp edges of the steps pressed against his back like a…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian leaned against the wall, his gaze blankly fixed on the narrow alley. The golden sunset fell at the end of the alley, framing passersby like a viewfinder, shaping them into warm vignettes. He remained in a daze for quite a while until someone pushed open the door. "Why are you out here? I've been looking for you for ages." Dailin stepped out, still holding a wine glass, carrying the lingering joy of the party. Ignoring the wet steps, he plopped down next to Sirian's feet and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Warm yellow spotlights shone down from the ceiling, casting overlapping circles of light on the bar counter, while the amber liquid in the glass swirled, refracting tiny flecks of light. “One day, oh... one day...” A lazy blues tune drifted from the old record player. Sirian found the song somewhat familiar; it sounded like the melody Bruce had been humming when Sirian left home. “Paul and I have been in love for many years, and our relationship has always been…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The streets after the rain were like a ground paved with broken mirrors, with the sky and street scenes reflected in the puddles. After Sirian changed his clothes, Meifuni dragged him to the party venue, not giving him a chance to go back to sleep. “The party is in the afternoon, but we still need to go early to prepare.” She said so. “I say, Miss, do you really like parties that much?!” Sirian complained. Meifuni had some interest in the story…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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What heavy rain... Sirian pulled open the balcony door. The balcony had accumulated a layer of standing water, filled with rotting leaves. "It's a good thing you came back early last night. If you had been even a few minutes later, you would have been drenched." Bruce came over, expressing similar continuous sighs of amazement. The torrential rain, like an enraged giant beast, finally exhausted its strength and retreated into the clouds, dragging its soaking wet tail. Heer…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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When they first met, Dekar was very curious about the identity of the Deathbird and his purpose, but after several attempts to probe, he came up empty. After that, the Deathbird borrowed manpower from the Evil Claws and used Dekar to confirm the location of White Cliff Town. He left, and never returned. The man in front of him did not know much about the Deathbird, let alone the reason he went to White Cliff Town. As time…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The downpour was torrential, and the iron-gray curtain of rain sliced the city into blurry blocks of color. The citizens slept soundly to the rhythm of the rain, completely unaware of the undercurrents surging through the city, as countless black silhouettes emerged from the shadows of the buildings. They stepped on the accumulated water, their hems brushing against rusty iron railings, their leather boots crushing the lamp reflections in the puddles, yet they made no sound whatsoever. The sound of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Late at night, Sirian and Dailin said goodbye at the street corner and returned to their respective homes. The road was not long, but it felt exceptionally drawn out. Dailin was both excited and uneasy, constantly recalling Sirian's plan; everything was clear, except for how to weave the story that would serve as the trap. The task of crafting the story still had to be entrusted to Anya; due to her past experiences, she knew too well how to dance between interpersonal…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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