The Fantastic Life and Times of an Ambitious Young Man

Come on, author, the pace is okay so far

The collection of inspiration for this dialogue is organized as follows. 1. Drama Introduction Materials Winter has finally arrived, and the White Walker army has crossed the Great Wall. Jon and Daenerys lead the coalition to fight against the Night King; at the same time, the fight for the Iron Throne is coming to an end. As old alliances, family responsibilities and personal desires collide, everyone must choose between survival, loyalty and power. Grand narratives like these remind me that dialogue should not only convey information, but also allow for stance, threat, and unspoken emotion to all exist simultaneously. 2. Novel dialogue materials "Including accommodation, this little money can last for four weeks at most. We must find a way to make money quickly, otherwise we will really have nothing to eat." This inner monologue uses a clear time limit to create a sense of urgency. Without lengthy explanations, it immediately explains the character's dilemma, goals and motivation for action. When writing dialogue, you can have the characters talk about the most pressing issues first, and then use the tone to reveal the anxiety, rather than directly listing the background. 3. Vocabulary and Example Sentence Materials The first word means "default". Example: You can log in using the default settings. The second word means "dissolve". Example: This tablet will dissolve in water. The third word means "caution". Example: Lemurs always guard their houses carefully. The fourth word means "drought". Example: The lake turned into a dry land. The fifth word means "suitable". Example: When meeting someone for the first time, a gentle handshake is appropriate. These materials can be transformed into different dialogue strategies: use "default" to imply the character's dependence on the rules, use "dissolve" to describe the collapse of relationships or will, use "caution" to create a tentative tone, use "drought" to express the exhaustion of the environment and emotions, and use "appropriate" to create conflicts beneath the surface of politeness. When writing English dialogues in the future, I will reduce the straightforwardness of the narrative, allowing each sentence to bear the character's purpose, scene pressure, and subtext at the same time, and enhance the differences in the characters' voices through short sentences, pauses, rhetorical questions, and answers to unintended questions.

Now I feel that the only disadvantage is that the indigenous people have no sense of representation. I am not interested in seeing how others succeed. When I read online articles, I actually fantasized about traveling through time and being happy.

Dear parents, the increase in collection is normal. If you don't move if you pursue reading 😭, you will die 😰. Please pursue reading. This is really important for new books.

Lamp and Moth

Why don't the author turn off the anti-theft function? Otherwise, how can I read the following content?

Brute force, betrayal, cunning, pain, conquest, domination, struggle, resistance. We call it a blade. I curled up into a trembling orange fur ball in the cardboard box. The smell of blood mixed with the rotten smell hit his face. What I saw was not a warm nest, but my mother's sharp teeth. In her hungry pupils, I am a piece of squirming flesh, the food that continues life. The hairs on my spine stood upright, and I forced the hissing sound of a poisonous snake from the depths of my throat. The childish but ferocious gasp echoed in the small cardboard box. There is no natural protection in the world. My mother's fangs hung above my eyelids, and her sharp claws brushed against the tips of my ears. She licked the corners of her mouth stained with blood, as if she was recalling some unforgettable taste. I stumbled into the corner of the damp cardboard box. This is the first rule of survival I learned. I must live. Growth is a never-ending war. I walked through the pre-dawn darkness, following the smell of rotten food. I huddled under the eaves on a rainy day, wrapping my trembling body with my tail. The moment the garbage truck overturned, I grabbed the rancid bread with my sharp claws. We circled around the moldy bag of bread, growling like sandpaper. We struggled in the moonlight, hair flying, until we were both scarred. Until he suddenly turned around, limped and disappeared into the darkness. I discovered that half of the hair on the tip of his tail had been burned off. Like a reed broken by the wind. I tasted the bitterness of freedom for the first time. I have seen pet cats with bright fur looking at me through the glass window, their eyes full of pity. I met a one-eyed white cat who taught me how to beg for food from humans. Until one day, I found his stiff body at the bottom of the trash can, with dark red blood scabs still congealed in his mouth. The black cat on the street corner always likes to snatch my food, and the orange cat at the end of the alley will suddenly attack when I pass by. My fur is covered with battle scars. Wounds scab and open, new scars covering old ones. I was injured in battles and transformed in pain. I ate half a piece of fresh watermelon rind in front of the green belt of the park. A human being with a smile on his face that I couldn't understand. He slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand to me, his voice as soft as the warm sun in winter. The honey-colored paste flowed under the moonlight, making my throat itchy. "Poor little thing, come here quickly." I think of countless similar people huddled in iron cages, the light in their pupils being crushed by human palms. I have seen an orange cat wrapped around a pink ball of yarn around its neck, and a black cat poisoned to death by a cream cone under a bench. I remember the temperature of my mother's teeth, and the last cloudy look in the one-eyed white cat's eyes. Weakness and gullibility are equal to death in the laws of survival. I arched my back like a blazing flame. I swung my claws without hesitation, scratching the skin like a fragile candy wrapper. The sparrows fluttered and smashed the humid wind in June. The humans cursed and fled, leaving the torn-to-piece packaging bags flying in the wind. Perhaps in the eyes of humans, I am a beast that knows no good or evil. So I turned and ran into the bushes, my fury still burning. The neon lights of the city dye the clouds an eerie orange color. I licked the blood from the tips of my claws. The whimpering of kittens was heard in the distance, and the fangs of a certain mother were flashing in the moonlight. In this world of the weak and the strong. Those past pains, betrayals and struggles have woven into an airtight web. I insist on using my flesh and blood to carve my own cracks in this absurd curtain. So I arched my back, facing the darkness that was about to break, and showed my sharp claws glowing with cold light. "Ha! The cat is the smallest creature of the Lionsmith, so this sound also comes from him Angry, unruly and full of power, just like the roar of the golden general when he smashed his sword This is a sign of struggle

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Although there are not many readers, let's build one Answers to the questions about joining the group The first four words of the title of this book

I can feel the author's progress, creating an atmosphere in which a big drama is slowly unfolding, hoping that it can be restrained and reach a climax. It's not like she's a newbie, come on, author, Platinum Juice

There is a sentence in the Esoteric Cult Simulator that I particularly like: "You won't always know what to do next. Keep trying, and you will master the secrets." The charm of this long-lasting game lies in exploring the unknown, groping on the edge of life and death, starting from a ignorant mortal, and gradually entering the magnificent mysterious world... Rather than mechanically completing the ascension process by following a tutorial. And this is exactly the atmosphere this book wants to convey.

I've read the first few chapters and it's pretty good. Why are so few people reading it?

With the resources of a great god, come on and realize the truth and become a god as soon as possible

It would be nice if it was a finished work. It's so tiring to follow it.

The first volume is still very good, please come on the author🤓

I've finished reading the first volume. How come no one has read such a beautiful book? 😆

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Where can I get a good chair that can be driven up the wall ('▽')

I've forgotten how I got it, but it's pretty good. Please give me some support 🤓

There's nothing wrong with the setting and writing, but the plot design feels too deliberate at the beginning.

After reading the first two chapters, the protagonist's character setting is very awkward to read, a bit like a light novel or a girl's video…

It's a bit too two-dimensional. The main character is a young male servant at first glance. The characters are also described and set in various two-dimensional things. Nowadays, normal people can't write this novel. The characters are all set in this way. The contrast between Yu Jie, Luo Li and the handsome uncle. The protagonist is still a white and thin man. He doesn't have to have any special characteristics. Normal people can do it. I don't understand the point of describing a lot of these. I can't feel the charm of the characters and the protagonist at all.

It's well written, but the author is a little chef, right?

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