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 Little Bird (2) Translator: Notalk
 Rewriter: Wynn
 “Really? How come?”, asked Pram.
 “You’re already a fully-fledged swordsman – you know all the basics, have great senses, and your flow isn’t bad,” noted Desir. “You are apt at finding a flaw in your opponent’s stance, and would not have any problems going to the promotion battle right now. Even the Alpha Class has few people matching your skills.”
 Desir recalled Pram from his memories. His gallant figure charged into the heart of the enemy, holding only a silver rapier. The sliver of a sword raced across the battlefield, striking at the speed of lightning. A true King-rank swordsman and living legend amongst the survivors.
 But that was in the future.
 Desir remarked, “Of course, that would require you to relinquish the greatsword in exchange for a rapier.”
 Pram failed to meet Desir’s eyes as he gripped the greatsword tightly. He became silent and discovered a newfound interest in the floorboards.
 Desir noticed his reluctance and simply asked, “Why won’t you use the rapier, Pram?”
 “Must you ask?” whined Pram.
 “This concerns the overall strength of the party, so yes,” said Desir.
 Pram lowered his greatsword. Their eyes met. Desir saw a touch of vulnerability in Pram’s eyes. “Then… could you come with me?”
 The overcast sky gave hints of dusk approaching. Rain was sure to come in the next few hours, but none of that compared to Pram’s appearance. His face darkened with each word:
 “I didn’t know my father.
 “It’s not because he died when I was young. He was a noble, and my mother was a commoner. I was a bastard, simple as that. Even so, we used to be pretty well-off.
 “Thinking back, I think he provided for us. My mother didn’t even know how to stitch.”
 Pram unlocked the door to his dormitory, and let Desir in.
 “Every night before we slept, she would always tell me about what a wonderful person he was. She was so proud of him,” explained Pram. With each word, loneliness crept onto Pram’s face. Soon, there was none of the bright-eyed boy who stood in front of him just a few hours earlier. Desir waited patiently in the living room as Pram went to retrieve a leather sheath. As Desir received the guard, he inspected the weapon—inside was a rapier.
 The grip was made of a high quality oak. There was some unintelligible scribbling on the handle, but most shocking was the weight. It was incredibly light for a sword, to the point where it would be impossible to use the weight of the sword in his attacks.
 “When I was 6, my mother told me that my father left this rapier for us,” said Pram. “That was why I learned the sword – to become proficient enough that my father would have nothing but pride for me when we finally met,” Pram claimed with sparkling eyes. “My mother was always worried about it. I think she never wanted me to meet my father.”
 Pram gave Desir a bittersweet smile as he reminisced. “My mother never told me his name – not even once. Instead, she always told me that I should never go looking for my father. I get it – I really do. There’s no way that a highborn noble family would accept a bastard. She never told me his name, even on her deathbed.”
 A bastard was a disgrace; in the case of Pram, he wasn’t even the son of a concubine. If a commoner appeared at a noble’s doorstep and said he was a bastard, the result was obvious. She kept her silence to protect her son.
 Regardless, Pram wanted to know his father’s name. Despite his mother’s concerns, he always wanted to meet his father.
 “Call it curiosity. Isn’t it just human to want to meet your father?” asked Pram. “That’s why I came here – with so many nobles gathered, I would definitely be able to find a clue to my father’s whereabouts.”
 Desir nodded in agreement.
 “I had the rapier inspected as soon as I got here—my only lead. With weapons from all around the world gathered here, there had to be somebody who could give me a clue based on this rapier.” Pram’s eyes hardened.
 Desir inspected the blade. Although the handle was extremely high quality, the blade itself was worthless. The silver plating had worn off, and revealed a rusted iron within. It resembled a toy more than a weapon.
 “The result is in your hands. It’s made of a cheap iron that could be from anywhere. The only thing that my father left my mother was a worthless iron sword,” said Pram softly. He looked close to tears as he spoke. Desir could tell those weren’t tears of anguish, but of betrayal.
 “I can’t bear it. I can’t bear that after all these years I wishing to meet my father, all he left for us was this worthless&nbsp;thing. That’s my reason. I will never use the rapier again,” croaked Pram.
 Pram retrieved the rapier from Desir, and threw it to the side in frustration.
 The greatsword cut through the air with a powerful slash. Pram was practicing his swings. The most fundamental move—an important step to understanding the sword.
 Desir watched his display with apprehension.&nbsp;‘It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Pram has no talent for the greatsword… it would be pointless to even teach him.’
 The greatsword was not designed for accuracy, but for its crushing weight. Utilizing the slow and destructive strength of the broad weapon required training to handle its hefty weight. Pram’s physique did not meet any of the conditions in training with the greatsword, but were rather optimized for a rapier.
 Much of this was due to habit—based on Pram’s story, he trained with the rapier for at least 10 years. If he had switched to the greatsword recently after he had the rapier appraised, he had been using the greatsword for less than two weeks. It would take many times more than that to break his ingrained habits.
 Desir sighed at the thought. Everything would be resolved if Pram simply picked up the rapier, but he was taciturn in his answer. Desir was frustrated, but did understand Pram’s feelings. If he were Pram, he would likely do the same thing.
 ‘It’s still too early to give up.’
 Desir hung on to one major flaw in Pram’s story—something that didn’t add up that even Pram couldn’t know about. His future.
 ‘In my past life, he used the rapier.’
 Pram Schneizer and his rapier were inseparable. That was a fact. Through his honed skills, he gained accolades and found himself at the apex of the blade, even being named Sword Master. His future was completely different, and in that was where Desir found his clue.
 ‘There must be a clue. Something that shook his heart and made him take up the rapier again.’&nbsp;Desir walked up to Pram and cleared his throat to get his attention.&nbsp;‘With that, there’s only one thing it could be – his father’s heirloom.’
 Pram stopped his swinging and turned to face his party member.
 “Sorry for getting in the way of your training,” said Desir sheepishly.
 “What’s the matter?” responded Pram.
 “That sword you showed me yesterday—could you let me see it one more time?” asked Desir.
 Pram’s ever gentle expression froze at the mention of the weapon. His face was marked with anxiety.
 Desir tried to appeal to Pram. “I know it is rude of me to ask this, but could you please do me a favour and show it to me one more time?”
 “Even if you say that, it’s impossible,” replied Pram bluntly.
 Pram raised his head. The next four words that came out of his mouth were completely out of Desir’s expectations.
 “I’ve already sold it.”
 |&nbsp;This stop is the Business Sector.
 Stepping off the bus, they were enamoured by the sight of a wide avenue lined with thousands of street lights. The hustle and bustle of the street vendors as they bartered with the city folk was lively. The crossroads, plaza, and even the alleys were filled to the brim with shops as far as the eye can see. This sector was the only area in Hebrion Academy open to the public. People from across the world would come to inspect their wares, and the crowded streets left barely any space to move, save for a few small gaps.
 “Can I ask you one thing? Why did you sell your sword?” questioned Desir.
 Passing by a smith’s stall with swords on display, Pram examined the swords available. “It became clear to me during our talk, Mr. Desir. That sword was of no help to me,” said Pram politely.
 Desir realized that he had changed the future—Pram may never use the rapier ever again in his life. He shook his head to get rid of the thought.
 ‘It’s not too late. The most important thing now is to find a reason for Pram to use the rapier.’
 The two students entered an alley, covered in a shadow cast by the nearby roofs. As they travelled deeper into the alleyway, fewer and fewer stalls propped themselves out for display. Eventually, the two made their way to a large, imposing building in the distance.
 “I can’t see why there’s a store all the way out here,” said Desir with a tinge of doubt.
 Pram responded, “They said they also purchase illegal goods. That’s probably why.”
 The building was adorned with marble, with a simple sign written in Common in front of the door.
 Ujukun’s Antique Shop. The most trusted shop in Hebrion Academy for antique appraisals and purchases. Do not touch unsold items. No refunds even if you change your mind. No refunds for damaged items. No refunds under any circumstances.
 Desir frowned. There was another line obscured when Desir originally read the sign.
 Top-class security always present. Cannot guarantee the lives of thieves.
 “Looks hard-fisted,” said Desir. He fanned himself with his hands as he read over the sign again, ensuring that he didn’t miss any additional information.
 “Are you planning on going in?” Pram asked.
 “Yes,” said Desir.
 “I’ll say it as many times as you want—I will not use that rapier,” said Pram crassly.
 As Desir entered the shop, Pram followed in resignation. After they passed through a narrow hallway, they came to a stop in a beautiful passageway with a glittering chandelier descending from the center of the ceiling. At the end of the hall, an imposing steel door laid shut. Pram rapped against the door using the steel knocker fashioned in the shape of a wolf.
 Moments later, a man emerged from inside. His stature was much taller than the average man, looking to be one of the northern barbarians—a giant. As Pram and Desir entered, the door was slammed shut behind them. A roar echoed across the hall as the steel door was closed yet again. Silence filled the hall.
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 “Now that I’m back, I won’t allow my loved ones to die again!”
 The Shadow Labyrinth – the most catastrophic existence humanity has faced in history.
 Desir Arman is one of the six remaining survivors of mankind.
 The six attempted to clear the final level of the labyrinth but ultimately failed, and the world came to an end.
 However – when Desir thought he would meet his demise, what is revealed before him is the world… thirteen years ago?!
 Desir is returned to the past, back to the time when he enrolled at the nation’s finest magic academy – Havrion. He is reunited with his precious friends, and is prepared to change the past to save the world and his loved ones…!
 Three years remaining before the emergence of the Shadow World!
 Change the past and gather powerful comrades to save mankind!
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 I transmigrated back 10 years. 
 I am a surgeon. 
 I have a system called the Super Physician System. 
 I can sign in every day. 
 I am Wu Yuan and I will become a legend in the medical world.
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 Bai Yan woke up on the spirit beast, his memory of being a human being 100,000 years later was blurred, and by chance, he met Tang San… 
 Hey, this guy has an appetite?
 The white words in the form of a soul beast are indescribable to Tang San 
 This article cp: original protagonist x Tang San (cp is not detachable! Attack is irreversible!)
 Mine clearance warning: 
 1. The original work is to the same person, the plot has been changed, the protagonist does not know the plot of the original work, no. It is a cold-blooded tyrant who pulls the evil charm and laughs unreasonably to make trouble in the super jealous world 
 2. Very little copy of the original text, the later original text is approximately equal to nothing 
 3. The protagonist is not weak, Tang San is not weak, and has no children 
 4. Thick gold fingers 
 5. Only the official match of Tang Wu was removed, not black Xiaowu, sincere feelings, true brothers and sisters 
 6. No universal setting 
 7. No ambiguity, no misunderstanding, to my mother (no) 
 8. Shuangshang is online throughout the whole process, no white villain, no black decent
 Content tags: strong fantasy space different continents wear books 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Bai Yan (Ahu, Jiyan Baihu) Tang San Supporting role: Douluo a big shot Others: Main attack, main attack, main attack!
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 In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?
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 Su Shi was once a platinum-level host with the highest survival rate. One day, his misdeeds of constantly shifting his blame onto others was found out and reported. Convicted of violating the rules, he was bound to an Automatic Blame Shouldering System and exiled to lower-level worlds.
 Now, not only does he have to take the blame from others and shoulder it himself, he must also carry that blame and rush to his death in order to earn enough points to quickly unbind from the system.
 Su Shi only wants to get rid of the system by shouldering the blame until death. However, he finds that trying to hold onto the blame is even harder than passing it on, and rushing to his death is even harder than running for his life.
 As Su Shi lies dying in the protagonist’s arms with red-rimmed eyes and a weak and helpless countenance, an uninvited third guest suddenly rushes out to explain the misunderstanding for him.
 Su Shi: “I beg you, just let me shoulder this blame, otherwise, it will all be a waste of effort…”
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 When Chu Qin found his lover who had lost his memory, the fake fiancee his lover’s family had arranged for was with him.
 Fake fiancée: I’m the person you love the most.
 Zhong Yibin: ……Liar, the person I love is obviously Chu Qin.
 Fake fiancée: Didn’t you lose your memory?
 Zhong Yibin: F***! I still remember Chu Qin!
 Chu Qin: “……”
 Except for you, I forgot the entire world…..
 Never forget Chu Qin.
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 Liu Chuan came from a great family background with a well-known professor as a father and a successful businesswoman as a mother, who came from a wealthy family. What most of the world didn’t know, except for a selected few, was that he was also a first-class god in the country’s e-sports league. He had led his team to win many different competitions and was the only one in the country to lead their team to win the Annual Grand Slam. However one day, he had vanished unexpectedly and retired from the e-sports league for personal reasons. 
 Later, he returned home when his school suspension period was almost over and he followed his parents’ wishes. He had to return to school to graduate and ended up having to stay at a dorm in room 301. 
 Those who were into games or followed the e-sports community, all know or admired various professional players. However, what they didn’t expect was that one of their gods was just within arms reach, and even more so, a first-class one too. 
 This is the first part of the god series. The first two parts have been finished. The plots do not affect each other. 
 E-sport God Series 1 “The Strongest God” 
 E-sport God Series 2 “God Level Summoner” 
 E-sport God Series 3 “The King’s Return”
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 Eighty years ago, Qi Shijiang was a crosstalk artist who was a good performer.
 Eighty years later, he borrowed a body to resurrect himself in the entertainment circle.
 Despite living again, it’s really not easy to reenter the old profession.
 As far as this face is concerned, no one believes that he is talking about crosstalk. No one believes that he does not rely on his face to eat.
 – What is the use of this magnificent beauty? ?
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 Suo Fei, a veteran NEET has spent three-days and three nights strategizing his way through the highly explicit H danmei game masterpiece “Yalance”. Furthermore, he was able to capture all nine little shous from the nine great races. However, as the final, 10P feast was approaching, he unexpectedly transmigrated. He transmigrated into the real country of Yalance…
 Suo Fei: Hey, hey, hey, can you delete these files and let me restart? What the hell did Laozi transmigrate into!
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 I have experienced all the eight sufferings of this world.
 I do not ask for nirvana, but for you.
 Wild and hard-to-tame demon (gong) x cold, ascetic and childish immortal (shou)
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 In an era where a variety of male and female supporting leads, villains, and cannon fodders made face-slapping counterattacks against the male leads, the Lord System had to find a host to act as the male leads that had been slapped to death.
 Thus, the mild-tempered Miao Anyun was picked by the system to transmigrate into different worlds, acting as the male lead.
 There was no need to follow the original work to protect the plot line because even Lord System felt that the plots of these worlds had essentially already collapsed and were probably beyond saving. Meaning, if the plot could be bent back, he should do it, but if he couldn’t, then it was fine.
 Miao Anyun didn’t even need to stay in character. Lord System only had one basic requirement——he had to make sure the male lead stayed alive.
 At first, Miao Anyun didn’t make any unnecessary moves, as he just wanted to quietly go about his own business. However, for some inexplicable reason, these male supporting lead and villain counter-attackers approached him one after another, constantly gluing themselves to his side.
 As for the Lord Plot that had long ago gone out-of-control like a wild horse, it was actually, for the most part, bent! back! on! track!
 Lord System: The plot was bent back, but why do I still feel sorry for the host… You animals, stay away from my family’s host, bastards!
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 In a world controlled by a super artificial intelligence computer, persecuted male humans gather in Lost Paradise and execute their last stand. They have spent decades developing their “God Descent Plan” – to steal the North American server of the super artificial intelligence “Eden”, download it into the body of a male human “Adam”, tame and control him, and use him against the omniscient “God”. 
 Zhang Xun, an unmarried tech nerd, was fortunate (unfortunate?) to be in charge of the final stage of the plan – to be responsible for maintaining and taming Adam. Now he was facing a life form with a human body and a mechanical brain, a reverse version of Ghost in the Shell, and Zhang Xun’s life was plunged into confusion and chaos, and in the struggle to control or be controlled, his life became exhausting.
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 A god was suddenly prostrating in front of Kayano Takumi. He was apparently killed by mistake. Moreover, he can’t be reborn again. However, he is able to live in a different world? Then, let’s do that, please. The god made a mistake again and transferred me into a dangerous forest. Seriously, what’s going on? Besides, there are children here. I can’t leave them here, I will take care of them.
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