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The Good Life: New Friends (ch. 117)

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The Good Life: King of Beasts (ch. 116)

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Legends Never Die: Long Live The King (ch. 151)

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Legends Never Die: Plans within Plans (ch. 150)

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Legends Never Die: Old Friends (ch. 149)

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Legends Never Die: Responsibility (ch. 148)

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Going Native: Rewritten: Vega System 2.1 (ch. 6)

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Going Native: Rewritten: Wilds 1.5 (ch. 5)

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Going Native: Rewritten: Wilds 1.4 (ch. 4)

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Going Native: Rewritten: Wilds 1.3 (ch. 3)

“I think he's related to my dad and me somehow, but I dunno how,” Raditz admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders as he ripped off a chunk of meat from a thigh bone in his hands. “Beyond that, I don't really know that much about him. He's the Forest King. He ruled over this place for years after he beat the last Forest King.” 

I mulled over that for a moment, still feelin...

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The Good Life: Old Souls (ch. 118) (Arcane Return)

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The Good Life: New Friends (ch. 117)

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The Good Life: King of Beasts (ch. 116)

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The Good Life: Homecoming (ch. 115)

There was a pretty big part of me that wanted to stay and explore what Nora had gotten up to in the world of El Dorado. I wasn't the biggest history buff, as Supe culture had been my chosen form of escapism, but of all the subjects I had been mediocre at in school, history was the one I sucked at the least. Mainly because it was just memorizing dates and names, but there had been a spa...

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Legends Never Die: Plans within Plans (ch. 150)

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Legends Never Die: Old Friends (ch. 149)

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Legends Never Die: Responsibility (ch. 148)

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Legends Never Die: Counting Blessings (ch. 147)

“God be good, these Northmen are like locusts. Only they do not take the harvest, but all that glitters and is golden,” King Ecbert lamented to the assembly of nobles, but few of them were cut from a warrior's cloth in Pepin's silent estimation. And the most vocal among them was King Ecbert's son, Prince Æthelwulf, a boy of ten who was ready and eager to do what the others hesitated in.&nb...

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A Golden Path: Design 3.13 (ch. 36)

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A Golden Path: Design 3.12 (ch. 35)

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A Golden Path: Design 3.11 (ch. 34)

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A Golden Path: Design 3.10 (ch. 33)

“What… what happened? Where are we?” Rhaegar rasped, his eyes feeling like they were covered in sand while his throat didn't feel much better. His head swam when he tried to sit up, only for a pain in his side to keep him down. Despite the pain, he looked around, his heart leaping to his throat when he realized that this wasn't his tent and he almost concluded that the camp had surrendere...

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The Good Life: New Friends (ch. 117)

If there had been a shadow of a doubt in my mind that Kaido was the strongest opponent that I had ever fought, then they were banished the moment that we clashed. Odin's sword materialized in my hand, the blade turning black as my Haki flowed into it. Yet, our weapons didn't clash against one another and instead were caught in a contest of wills that sparked black lightning that danced across t...

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The Good Life: King of Beasts (ch. 116)

I’d found some unexpected treats in my old world -- Sage, Cipher, and the complete series of Final Fantasy up to FF15, since I figured the other Final Fantasy worlds were in the cluster that surrounded FF7. Other media was grabbed as well just in case, though a lot of the digital stuff had been wiped by the EMPs from the nukes. The last goodie on the list of goodies was Jenova claiming the ...

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The Good Life: Homecoming (ch. 115)

There was a pretty big part of me that wanted to stay and explore what Nora had gotten up to in the world of El Dorado. I wasn't the biggest history buff, as Supe culture had been my chosen form of escapism, but of all the subjects I had been mediocre at in school, history was the one I sucked at the least. Mainly because it was just memorizing dates and names, but there had been a spa...

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The Good Life: Law of the Jungle (ch. 114)

I had underestimated Taylor. Almost dangerously so, I thought as I checked out the sights around Nuka-World and beyond while she scrounged up the various leaders of Fallout that now fell under my domain. Bug control at her level wasn't anything to sneeze at, but it wouldn't crack the top ten when it came to what anyone would choose if they could get superpowers. In a more mundane world her powe...

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Legends Never Die: Old Friends (ch. 149)

They withdrew from the hall upon the exchange of pleasantries, allowing them time to refresh themselves after a long journey. As well as time to gather their wits.

“Such a change in attitude could mean a number of things,” Ova voiced to them in Arabic, just in case the walls had ears. “It could be that the outreach was always at the prodding of the clans, and King Tiger never spoke ...

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Legends Never Die: Responsibility (ch. 148)

Ragnar found himself riding up a dirt road alongside his brother Magnus and his cousin Harald. They were part of the delegation to the kingdom of Alba, alongside the five hundred Ironclad bodyguards to ensure their safety as they rode ahead of his father's army. Father was withdrawing from Mercia, and now turning his attention to Northumbria, which made traveling through the country somewhat da...

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Legends Never Die: Counting Blessings (ch. 147)

“God be good, these Northmen are like locusts. Only they do not take the harvest, but all that glitters and is golden,” King Ecbert lamented to the assembly of nobles, but few of them were cut from a warrior's cloth in Pepin's silent estimation. And the most vocal among them was King Ecbert's son, Prince Æthelwulf, a boy of ten who was ready and eager to do what the others hesitated in.&nb...

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Legends Never Die: The Prince (ch. 146)

“That's it? That's Britannia?” Ragnar asked, half leaning over the railing of my flagship, as if it would make him arrive a half second sooner. I grabbed the back of his tunic, making sure that he didn't fall over while I gazed out at the familiar white cliffs. Or, rather, I gazed at the flapping banners of Wessex, watching the men who watched us. 

“Aye, that's Britannia,” I ...

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