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Transmigrating into a World Building Game Mode
"Your time as an overseer did have its effects?” Shawn thought. "Alright then, you can go," he said before waving the wolf away, a bright light dawned on Blan and dimmed with him gone."I still have to complete tasks." Shawn sighed while looking at the tab, “Over ten more." He groaned. [Ding! Maximum energy taken.][Reassigning host to sleeping state] [Logging creator out of the world.]Shawn's eyebrows arched before he shouted, "What are you doing?, Am I not supposed to finish to spend six hours resting?" [3…2…1]Everywhere became blank as his vision began dimming, yet he didn't know how long it was till when his eyes opened as he stared at the timer on the wooden stand close to his bed. "5:00 on the dot?" "Strange that I woke up on time and felt less stressed." He said before touching his forehead. "What is happening? What other secrets is the system hiding?" As he got up, a slight pain struck against his back. "I feel sore all over," he complained. "I'll just have to manage fo
Transmigrating into a World Building Game The Kitchen
"I'm glad, I just finished a quest and earned 2,000 CP for it," Shawn said with a yawn before stretching his arms and turning his gaze to the window. "It's nearly dark," he thought. The sound of the entrance door opening drew his attention and he ran through the stairs, "It's Lucas's turn to cook." Emily was just returning home to see her kids and as usual, they didn't delay in appearing from their rooms to welcome her. "How was school today?" She asked. "Fine!" They unanimously responded. "It seems the workday was also good," Shawn said while covering his yawn. "Yes of course and why are you still in your uniform?" Shawn's eyes widened at the realization that he hadn't changed. "Anyways, it's your turn to cook dinner" Emily pointed to the two boys before carrying Stacy who was hugging her legs. Immediately, the duo made their way over to the kitchen. Shawn brought out the utensils while Lucas went to the refrigerator to get carrots and butter. "I'll do the gathering," said his b
Transmigrating into a World Building Game Weird Power
"Aren't the hot springs in the tribe enough to temper us?" Drache asked. Armagan shook his head before pulling towards the hilltop, he then turned and grabbed Drache. "When will you learn to aim and run for power and strength?" He asked when Drache balanced his footing. "There is no need for the mountains of our clan to be enough," Drache responded. "Sigh, such a content Draconian you are.” Armagan laughed. “But remember that if war comes, you'll be the first one the clan will send,” he said as the duo traversed the blackened comical hilltop. "Our leveling increases our bodies but overall we have to train our minds to adjust to our fire abilities as that's what the clan desires in us.". Armagan then walked to a point and touched a rock. His dark red eyes shone as a red heat appeared and sizzled beneath his palm. It wasn't long before his face twisted, depicting pleasure and his white horns glowed. “The power of heat increases his abilities and his scales," Drache commented as his
Transmigrating into a World Building Game Cheek Kicking
Bharash raised an eyebrow "Do we?" "Yes, we do. Absorbing energy from this hill and figuring it out would be nice." "Besides, a lot of us are going to get hurt in our cheeks if we don't master this power." "Let's rest up a little" Bharash suggested, trying to ease Armagan's stress. "So be it then." Armagan agreed. The nine of them then laid their backs on the hill's surface, racing the clouds. After a while, Armagan raised his head shouting, “Let's move now!" Bharash shut his eyes, frustrated "Who do you suggest should go first, you?" "Not me. I've been kicked in the face before and it was neither funny nor enjoyable." "Well, maybe Drache should go then," Drache gulped in fear from their gazes as he could hear Arma gan's fist tightening. “Go easy on me please," he pleaded. "It depends on how aggressive you become," Armagan replied. Drache took a deep breath and then implanted his hand into the blackened hill, his white horns brightened, his scales simmered and his eyes glow
Transmigrating into a World Building Game Hospitable Trap
Urkezi gazed at the land of the oasis, the home of her tribe that was beneath her, and smiled as her figure turned into a shadowy haze. Around the oasis, a large number of female orcs stood beside plants, taking water from the source and wetting the ground around them then they took out small round yellow seeds the size of a speck from their animal bags then threw them across the field.A female orc with leaves wrapped around her waist and chest contrary to the rest in animal hides made the other orcs part for her. As soon as she came close to the wet ground, she then reached for the leather bag strapped to her waist and took some ash from it which she then threw on the ground before clapping her hands allowing more of the black powder to fall while she sang.After singing alone at first, the other females joined her to clap and sing. "Water from the oasis,Grow our crops,Ash from the dead trees,Bring forth new growth,For our families to use."Among the female orcs, one of them was
Transmigrating into a World Building Game Lord of Shadows
The chilly desert winds during the nighttime woke Naz up from her unconscious state.She was surprised to see that her her hands were strapped with a silver black rope while her feet tingled with the desert sand."We're restrained by mana ropes," She thought."Where are we?" said a voice, few meters away from her."Shush! Urluck. We fell into a trap, "she whispered. "They had water, anyone would fall for it after crossing the desert for three days," Eiggeira refuted, "But I wonder why she did that?""It's because she's a sour hand," Naz answered."Great, first we lost our way and now we're about to be made sacrifices in exchange for power due to the crazy beliefs of a few dolts and mad orcs," Bickernash complained."I have to agree with you," Naz nodded. Urluck revealed a grin, "Not all hope is lost, we can still escape""The tight rope? It's fused with mana!'' Bickernash scolded. "As usual, the only purpose of your mouth is to be ran at all times" said Naz.Their bickering was interru
Transmigrating into a World Building Game Two Higher Beings, One Race
Hmm, the domain of protection, domain of war, domain of chaos, domain of shadows,"He kept swiping until he found one that grabbed his attention "Domain of Warding?" He clicked on the tab and read the description under the title Gravagor - The One Who Guards.[Gravagor lived his life as a normal orc in his horde until the attack of a group of monsters they call 'Grols', creatures with thick brown skin that could not be sliced through easily, possessed tusks, and lived in desert caverns.During the raid of the Grols, Gravagor lost his family and in grief took an axe and slaughtered two-thirds of the Grols that were invading. After the raid, the orc had lost an arm but still led a group of orcs to slaughter the Grols in their cave before eventually dying due to fatigue.]"Can you show me the location where his tribe is?"A second tab appeared and showed the area of the northeastern lands. A red dot around the western part of the map. "So it seems the Grols live in between the Goldorns h
Transmigrating into a World Building Game Productive Day
After clearing his throat, he continued “Since you are nearing the top class of the ladder and the school is in its midterms for your second semester, I must tell you that after the midterms, we will start with choosing the prefects." Murmurs began to spread from the students in the hall causing the headmaster to cough again, returning silence into the building."Remember that a lot of factors will be taken into account when you submit your application and all that." Stephanie whispered to Shawn as they both sat at the seats at the far end of the hall. "So after next week, the prefect's applications will be allowed. Isn't it exciting?" She said, holding in her smile. "For our set though, I wonder who will be chosen as the head," said Harry who sat at the left of Stephanie."Academics, Social skills, Records, and many others are always taken into consideration for this application," said Charles. "You all should keep quiet before the headmaster catches you all," Shawn whispered wi
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