Some concept art of Alice done by a different artist and I ended up not liking the design. Not that it’s the artist’s fault, it just didn’t fit the style or image I had in mind.
It came out like the sun, shedding its light on anything below it. One wing pointed to the sky and the other towards the city, circling Lehvie’s castle. I saw that unlike Rook, each of Madrick’s feathers burned brightly.
“Gale,” she said, hand raised.
“I’m ready,” I took aim on her signal. The bushes rustled and a bull-hog rushed out. Its horns well sharpened by repeat grinding on the bark of a tree, and hairs full of yellows and browns. But most importantly, its thick thighs and filled belly. I let go of the arrow and for a few seconds the forest was silent, nature continued but a life was taken by the eventual sound of the bull-hog’s squeal.
“You burned every piece?” asked the old man.
“Every piece that I could find,” I said, taking my seat on the cold ground. The old man went on with selling his small wares and trinkets, little cups with carvings of animals, and finely cut pieces of wood painted with beautiful scenery. One in particular caught my eye, it was a ship sailing through a rough storm and neatly placed stars shining in its background. I looked away as soon as I saw how much the old man was selling it for. Nothing I could afford even if I saved for a month or two, not when food is more important. I took out my empty cup and held it out in front of me.“I haven’t seen him since.”
Arifureta has led me to see a different side to the basic hero we have become accustomed to and transformed them into something else. I won’t spoil it for potential readers, but I will say that I greatly enjoyed the first few volumes of the story that I read. And while some of them had lacking translations, filled with bad grammar, and strange wording, it shouldn’t keep you from enjoying the story.
Among the class transported to another world, Nagumo Hajime is an ordinary male student who didn’t have ambition nor aspiration in life, and thus called “Incompetent” by his classmates.
This was probably the hundredth time I’ve walked to the house. I would do so once every morning as the sun was rising and the sky a mix of hazy reds. That same early light lit the narrow path that leads to a house, hidden by thick trees and heavy scented smells of rotting wood. Wild plants grew around it and would otherwise trick others into believing the road led nowhere. That’s why of the many times I’ve walked the path, this was the first time I didn’t go alone.
Mushoku Tensei was perhaps the first light novel I picked up. The only problem was that I couldn’t put it down after that. Yes, I do believe it was that good as I lost many days without sleep, and even when I felt I couldn’t read anymore and took a rest, I went back to reading more of it the next time I awoke.
A 34-year-old NEET otaku was chased out from his house by his family. This virgin, plump, unattractive, and penniless nice guy found that his life was heading towards a dead end. He recalled that his life could actually become much better if he can get over the dark history he lived through.
Just when he was at the point of regret, he saw a truck moving at a high speed with three high school students in its path. Mustering all his strength, he saves them but ended up getting run over by the truck, which kills him.
I first learned of this story from a comic site I usually frequent, sadly, only three chapters are currently made available. Thus, I began my search for the novel version because I truly believed it had the potential to steal every second of my time it deserved. I was right. Spirit Migration, as the synopsis reads, “A spirit was floating in another world’s dungeon, missing its memories. Eventually “he” learned to posses other creatures and using the bodies of the beasts in the dungeon, made his way to the outside world. Dragging a young female knight, a pretty young lady, and even a beautiful mercenary into the mix, our protagonist begins his great adventure in this world!”
No. This isn’t some kind of conspiracy theory where I ask my readers to question their governments, though you should at your own discretion.
I’m talking about what we consume regularly on a daily basis like the many types of media, books, articles, and other sources we may use to stay informed. There have been many times when I look at the news and that same news source ends up being called out for being incorrect a day later, I mean, isn’t this why we have retractions? We didn’t question them until the issue came up of their credibility, so in the meantime we
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