spirapira
Stories
5
Chapters
509
Words
1.6 M
Comments
5
Reading
5 d, 16 h
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Lu Qing, with a string of little tails following him, arrived at a river outside the village. This river wasn't big, measuring only about ten meters at its widest point. However, though the river wasn't wide, it wasn't shallow either. The deepest parts could submerge a person entirely, so adults always forbade the village children from playing in the river. Lu Qing naturally adhered to such warnings. So when he reached the riverbank, he immediately sternly warned the group of kids behind him:…
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92.8 K • Ongoing
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"Brother, what is this?" Xiao Yan had been obediently watching Lu Qing busy himself. When he finally finished making the fishing rod, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. "This is called a fishing rod. It's used for fishing. Whether we have something to eat today depends entirely on it." Lu Qing waved the bamboo rod, testing its feel. He was somewhat satisfied. In his previous life, he was a fishing enthusiast, and when he felt like it, he would enjoy making some small rods to play…
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92.8 K • Ongoing
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"Hey, don't run!" In a small courtyard surrounded by a simple wooden fence, Xiao Yan was running on her short legs chasing a butterfly. Lu Qing sat on a stone stool, holding a plant with small red flowers in his hand, and watched. At this moment, in his field of vision, the plant with small red flowers was emitting a faint white light, with two lines of text appearing on it. 【Beef Bone Herb: Average quality, can be used medicinally.】 【Seems to be quite effective for bone injuries,…
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"Gurgle…" Early in the morning, Lu Qing woke up to the sound of his stomach growling. Feeling the hunger in his belly, he sighed and patted his stomach. "It's no use calling… Where can I get food now?" Looking at the dilapidated house he was in, which could be described as bare bones, Lu Qing forced a bitter smile. Others traverse worlds and so did he, but he can't even fill his stomach. What kind of situation is this? He had been lying in bed for two days. Two days ago, Lu Qing…
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As my timer that I had set to remind me of the impending "burn" reached zero, I gripped the handrests of my seat in anticipation of weighing three or four times as much as normal again... but nothing happened. I glanced left and right, wondering, worriedly, if the pilots had a problem. Why were we not accelerating again? Why was I not being smooshed into the back of the seat again? Was there an emergency? Or did something happen to change our navigation plan? Finally, I realised that we were…-
68.8 K • Ongoing
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Tau Alpha-1000 moved with what he considered prudent haste, loading his belongings into a small electric-powered truck. He'd borrow and leave it at Landing's spaceport. Somebody, probably the Genetor himself, had discovered and eliminated his tap into the Heretek's data network, and he knew he had to get to safety while he could. Originally, it had been his intention to use this access to uncover proof of the Genetor's heresy. Unfortunately, his access was not complete—he only had access to the…
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68.8 K • Ongoing
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I didn't follow up with Mrs Okada for about two weeks. She did say to settle into my job first. We averaged three or four calls a day, although yesterday was a fluke where there were no calls all day long. Most of the calls were traumas, which wasn't surprising, but also acute cardiac cases were pretty common. Surprisingly, it wasn't that common for there to be combat on the calls. People, even their client's assailants, tended to run or scatter when a Trauma Team AV-4 showed up, and neither the pilots…-
126.2 K • Ongoing
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As I lay motionless and silent in my bunk, I considered the past several weeks. I didn't entirely keep my head down in training. I just couldn't help myself, but the Drill Sergeants kept punishing us as a group for anything that I did myself, which I didn't feel was very fair until I thought about why they were doing it and got a seriously large dump of information from the psychological portion of my medical sense. That made everything make sense, finally, and probably would have been obvious, but I…
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126.2 K • Ongoing
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Meetings were often held virtually these days, but what was even more common than that was conference vidcalls. One such call was occurring, despite the fact that it was past eleven P.M. for everyone involved. A slightly tired-looking man said, "Present for this conference call are International Assistant General Counsel Maxine Meyers, Night City Director of RiP Ryan Davis, Night City Medical Director Samantha Kim, and myself, Tyler James. I currently hold the position of Regional Vice President for…
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It's the little things that you don't take into account when you're making plans. Like, for example, that you've never actually flown on an airplane before, to say nothing of a helicopter, and to say nothing of an AV. There weren't even any armrests for me to white knuckle grip; the spare seat was a fold-down jumpseat, so I just gripped the five-point harness that I was strapped into for dear life. Hearing laughing over the intercom, I glanced over to the assistant Med-Tech, a man named Alex Santos, but…
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