How troublesome…
Lately, it seemed to be the only thought getting through his mind.
As the Secretary of Defense of the United States, he was supposed to have some level of authority, but, with the recent events, things had too much of a tendency to be out of his hands.
With supernatural matters that could threaten national security visible to the public, he felt like he visited the President's desk more than his own. It could almost be seen as enough to warrant the creation of a highly secure internal mailing system, if such a system wasn't deemed to be eventually broken through.
In fact, it could be observed that he was seen in the White House than the cans of coke the president kept drinking.
Today was no different. It's been many months since I started to write GMAW again, and I've yet to see any trace of a reader base. With the concept behind being dependent on readers giving keywords for worldbuilding, it seems obvious that I will be unable to continue GMAW after this arc. If you read this, I hope you enjoyed the journey so far. I will finish re:D.D. to the best of my ability, to see this through to the end.
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… I'm late! Who thought I'd sleep through my alarm clock… I hurry up, get dressed, and leave my room. I'm late by almost 4 hours. As I get down the stairs, I seriously consider the utility of actually going. I have about 6 hours and a half of courses in the day. Minus 4 hours it makes it down to 2 and a half. Minus the time to eat, and the 30 minutes to walk all the way there, it would eat 1 more hour into it. In the end, is it worth walking 1 hour in total to have 1 hour and a half of courses? As I enter my home, I find my sister already there, nibbling on a cookie in the kitchen. -You're here? -I finished early and I had nothing planned, so... -I see. I put down my stuff, and join her after-school snack. -Oh, by the way, wanna eat something particular today? I turn around. It was my voice, but it didn't come from me. Turns out that one face is sticking out from the kitchen's entrance, and it's mine. Well, not mine per se, but mine.<Give me a word I'll make a world Volume 10 - re:D.D. (25) - Weirded Out
Author's Note: Hi, it's ClemCa, the author. This novel already had 8 completed volumes and 1 incomplete volume by the time I went on hiatus in late 2018. Now that I got back to it and switched platforms, I'm going through the chapters correcting some mistakes, and rewriting quite a few sentences. The content itself however is not prone to change. If you wish to, do not hesitate though to join the discord and propose keywords there for future volumes. https://discord.gg/9GMFzWZ Have a nice reading! Keywords: potato/chicken/alchemy/capitalism/light saber It's been around 4 centuries since Gimmindiot struck it rich…
Keywords: cultivator/modern world/genderbender/death & reincarnation/mechs -We need you to solve an important problem… Our competitors are catching up to us, prepared chickens aren't enough anymore and our furnace budget is skyrocketing! We need to find an alchemy formula to transform potatoes directly into a cooked chicken! Rald was surprised. Not because he was the best alchemist of his era, that, he knew. Not because they came to find him to find a solution, that, he expected it. But because they compared him to himself! Himself? Yes! He's Merlin. He's
Keywords: system/kick/emperor/psycho/second chance -We need you to solve an important problem… Our competitors are catching up to us, prepared chickens aren't enough anymore and our furnace budget is skyrocketing! We need to find an alchemy formula to transform potatoes directly into a cooked chicken! […] He's Merlin.He's the daughter of Gimmin Diot. […] Then a light flashed in his eyes as he opened his head. He took his brain as well as his donger, placed it in a bottle, before closing it. His finger then pointed to the bottles as he seemed to be searching for a particular one. He found a bottle with a post-it. On it was written "Interesting Assassin". <
Keywords: shop/artifact/deer/sword/flying Not only did that man manage to hide his presence from her, but he also visibly wanted to do a show of force to her, as he filled not one, but a few hundred glasses, without letting a single drop of blood fall to the floor. [...] She somehow had a strong, imperious feeling that she not only NEEDED to kill him but also had to keep his intact brain and sexual parts… After some time pondering she didn't find the source of it, but she felt that it came from her entire being. […] She then became Rald again. Without losing a second, he washed himself of all the blood wi
Keywords: brush/ship/miscalculation/limb/dolphin/soap/pope/roaming/foaming/pants Not only did that man manage to hide his presence from her, but he also visibly wanted to do a show of force to her, as he filled not one, but a few hundred glasses, without letting a single drop of blood fall to the floor. [...] She somehow had a strong, imperious feeling that she not only NEEDED to kill him but also had to keep his intact brain and sexual parts… After some time pondering she didn't find the source of it, but she felt that it came from her entire being. […] She then became Rald again. Without losing a second
Keywords: burned cake/junk/eyeballs/advertisement/runes/shameless daoAlchemy was still Rald's passion, or else, why would he have spent three reincarnations worth of life doing the same thing?[…]-Success!Rald heard a delighted shout.But he didn’t even bother to take a look.From the smell alone, he already knew what the other alchemist did. Rald already knew what he was experimenting on days ago, and it probably didn’t change since.[…]-I need more resources.[…]