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The Democratic Ones

[SCENE START] "Get the fuck out of here, you broke-ass, miserable Mandorian piece of shit!" the wealthy DI'an resident sneered, aggressively adjusting the cuffs of his ridiculously expensive suit. "Get the fuck out of our country, you bottom-feeding peasants!" The man in the poorly dressed uniform stood his ground, glaring right back with pure defiance. "I am not poor, and I am not going anywhere! I'm a legal resident of this shithole just like you, so take your elite corporate entitlement and shove it straight up your tight fucking ass!" "Oh? You wanna play hardball?" the DI'an resident laughed, a dark, cartoonishly evil grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a real corporate beatdown looks like, you pathetic broke fuck!" "And... CUT! Cut!" a director yelled from the background. "Beautiful! That was absolutely perfect. Exactly the scene I wanted!" [SCENE END] I instantly dropped my evil smirk, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and looked right at the screen. Yeah, aren't you? I am talking to you. Mr. Reader, or Mrs., or... whatever it is. Just—look, Reader. Listen up. Let me properly introduce myself. I am the actual Narrator of the story you are about to read. Yeah, I just took a minor acting role in this cheap propaganda ad because I needed to scrape together some extra revenue on the side. The economy is absolute shit right now. Now, you are probably staring at your screen, looking at our tags, and thinking, 'Oh boy, they placed this story into the Fantasy category! Is it a standard fantasy story?' Let me stop you right fucking there. No. There won't be any majestic dragons, no pointy-eared elves, no generic magic systems, and definitely no standard-issue Demon Lord waiting at the end to get punched in the face. So why the hell did we choose the 'Fantasy' tag then? Well, let me explain the logic. The events in this story are entirely disconnected from real life, taking place in a completely different world with its own strange rules, massive scale, and alternate dimensions. We couldn't exactly throw this into 'Realistic Fiction' or 'Urban.' But honestly? The platform simply didn't have a better box for us to check. If I had the power to accurately name the actual genre of this novel, it would be a Pseudo-Corporate, Geopolitical Comedy. I know. It sounds ridiculously long, incredibly stupid, and a bit ridiculous. But it is whatever the fuck it is. We didn't have any other options. So, look. This story might not be exactly what you were expecting when you clicked that tag. You have a choice right now: you can either jump into Chapter 1, or you can get the hell out based entirely on what I am telling you right now. And yeah, yeah, I know it has literally been six months since we launched and we are just now updating our old, horribly vague synopsis. I have been busting my ass writing the main chapters, okay? I know this story is vastly different from the usual fantasy novels you see in this category. Some people might not click with it, and that is completely fine. But it's up to you. You can give it a try, or don't— AHEM. A loud, highly pointed, aggressively fake cough echoed from off-stage. I rolled my eyes, glaring at the Author. Alright, alright, I get it! The synopsis ends here. I am going to write the new chapter now before this guy fires me. Byeeeeee.
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Cultivation Start From Archery

Chen Sanshi transmigrated into a chaotic world at the end of a dying dynasty. Fortunately, he had the Grinding System by his side. At first, he just wanted to make a living by hunting—earn some money, and one day join a martial arts school to learn a bit of fist and kickwork. His dream was simple: to become a modestly wealthy man who could live comfortably. But heaven never follows one’s wishes. Officials were greedy and oppressive, martial schools bullied commoners, and to survive, Chen Sanshi had no choice but to enlist in the army, becoming an archer. Starting from [Archery (Beginner)], he ground day and night until he reached [Ten-Thousand-Stone Bow—Every Arrow Unavoidable]. He could shoot down an enemy general’s head from one hundred li (about 50 kilometers) away! From [Basic Spearsmanship for Infantry], he pushed himself beyond limits until he mastered [Dragon Spear of Nation-Suppression—The More He Fights, the Braver He Becomes]. Standing firm with his spear on horseback, he alone could roar and make one million enemies retreat! Years later, Chen Sanshi had fought north and south across countless battlefields. He was now unmatched under heaven, commanding two hundred thousand elite iron cavalry. As his generals draped the imperial yellow robe over his shoulders, he looked helplessly at them and sighed, “You all… you’ve really made me suffer, you know?” ______________________________________________________________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412
NO_NAME1412 · 835.8k Views