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This'll be a minor prototype since Ultrakill is still in early access and has yet to finish the final two layers (Fraud and Treachery) are yet to be released. So don't take everything here for granted of the final product of Ultrakill, it is just an educated guess from Dante's Inferno. So let us begin. V1 fell through the ninth layer of Hell, Treachery. The freezing layer was quite out of character in its own opinion. The rest of the layers were a little more hellish, excluding of course Limbo. It has been using the parts of other machines, demons, and available materials to improve itself. V1 was still a prototype that was improving slowly over time. And now, it is finally finished. It now had access to every variant of every weapon, even their alternatives. All blood stored within it could be recycled, he could technically fly, dashes are more effective, armor had been improved to collect more blood but also for more protection. Plus, after killing multiple Mindflayers, it learned

Ahmond wasn't sure where she was. She struggled to find her place in this pitch-black underworld, and as she took jittery breaths, she accidentally swallowed dust. Her coughs wracked her injured ribs, so she had to calm herself into sputters. Even with the lights from the overworld, she couldn't make out her surroundings. Ahmond examined her injuries: Everywhere. She also went over what hurt: Everything. After falling hundreds of feet, that seemed about right. A few footsteps clambered from the depths. Lilu, Cyras, Rosod? No, what if these were those gross goats or crimsons? She had to run. No, what if there were traps even this far in the recesses? She didn't want to stumble on one. Also, she could barely move. A light came from an alleyway that glinted off storefronts and shops of the ruins. The glow intensified with every echoing step, getting nearer. Horror filled her to the point she couldn’t still her breath. The coywolf tried to drag herself up, tried to prepare herself

Three days have passed since Sarah and Melissa returned from Starpoint and since then Melissa hasn’t left the morgue. She didn’t eat she didn’t sleep she just wasted away staring at her brother’s body on that table hoping for any sign that he was alive. She didn’t care how impossible it was she wanted to believe that he’d wake up. As time passed she became weaker and weaker but no matter what she wouldn’t leave. Unfortunately, the fatigue and hunger became too much to bear and rather slowly she started to fall out of the chair. Her face was inches away from the ground but it never reached thanks to a hand clutching her by the shirt. “H-he’s not gon-n-na wa-ake up.” Elsewhere Sarah laid awake in her bed she couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried; her mind was restless with thoughts of everything that happened at Starpoint. Sarah looked at her clock and saw it was almost 2 in the morning. Sarah gave up and got out of bed hoping a walk might clear her head. She

Full title: Croonford Detective Case 36: The Next Generation Story can also be read here. Full series can be found here. Summary: No longer suffering from the tabloid disinformation, Michelle and the other teen detectives have to focus on their GCSEs while Michelle's sister Kate attempts to be a girl detective. Chelle, Lin and Jenn were in the detectives headquarters revising for their GCSEs. Despite adding a portable heater, the converted caravan was still chilly. They congregated here as other study areas such as the libraries and school were far too crowded or noisy. Their boyfriends decided to study elsewhere or had other activities to tend to. To brave the cold, Chelle and Jenn wore thick jumpers with equally think long-sleeved shirts and still scarfs around their necks along with jeans for the winter. In contrast, besides a long-sleeved blouse and a jumper, Lin wore a  below knee-length skirt with dark purple 60 denier tights and boots. As they all were buried in their books

*** Warning: descriptions of violence and blood *** [Paris, France, winter of 1788: Patricia Valmont, a.k.a. "The Black Rose," has infiltrated the Parisian building occupied by Monsignor Jean Baptiste de Colbert, a powerful and corrupt Bishop from Toulon, complicit in the plot to assassinate Robespierre and Marat. Patricia has already thwarted the assassination attempt and eliminated both the hired assassins and some of the other conspirators but is determined to punish and kill all the masterminds involved. In the building, she has already silently eliminated three of the mercenary swiss guards protecting the bishop. Before facing the powerful prelate, Patricia decided to completely eliminate the threat posed by the remaining mercenaries.] Read the First Chapter HERE Read the Second Chapter HERE --- Patricia waited hidden behind the silhouette of a massive armchair in the main hall on the ground floor. Kneeling to avoid detection, she held a dagger in her hand as she

*** WARNING: Descriptions of violence and blood *** [France 1788. Patricia, disguised as a second-tier austrian noblewoman, is targeting a powerful official from the Ferme Générale, the private company which collected taxes on behalf of the french monarchy and had seriously contributed to the financial disaster in which the kingdom was drowning] [ Read the PREVIOUS CHAPTER ] De Gascoigne was still trying to recover from the punch Patricia had delivered to his stomach, smashing his breath and causing much of what he had drunk during the party, and just before leading that woman into his apartments, to rise in his throat. Waves of pain and nausea spread from his stomach, and his legs felt weak, unable to support him. If he was still 'standing', it was only because of his wrists, bound by the leather strap to a metal ring embedded in the wall above his head. It was a position that made him extremely vulnerable, unable to defend himself against whatever the woman might have wanted to

Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is the Mystery Writer speaking, and welcome back to Manga Review! Today, I'll be reviewing volume 5 of Interspecies Reviewers! Mostly just continuing to read this series out of curiosity more than anything else. With the steamy bits, however, it can be a good read. Is this volume any different than the previous ones? Let's find out! In this volume, Grand Mage Demia gives our gang of pervy delinquents the task of testing some new fire resistance rings. To do this, they return to the salamander joint for round two! Then we see the gang rewarded for their review with having three days with Demia's available duplicates, and she covertly continues her research on Crim the Angel. This situation results in contact with the angel Crim's been talking about possibly trading places, and this new angel shares some secrets about the world they inhabit. Then it's a trip down memory lane, as Zel has a dream about the first time he met his favorite human succu-girl

Tayasu looked on with anticipation as the Chacoan peccaries approached Nico and Tajacu as well. Both collared peccaries and white-lipped peccaries were taken aback by the large size of these peccaries. They resembled the collared peccaries slightly, but the stripe around the shoulders was not as prominent as in the collared peccaries. These peccaries also had longer ears, snouts and tails than the others, a dark stripe down the back, and a third hind toe. “Chacoan peccaries. The first time I’m meeting them in person as well,” Tayasu said to Isabel. Isabel nodded too. These peccaries though were so imposing. How were their parents even comfortable around these guys? Chacoan peccaries, also known as giant peccaries, are the largest living species of peccary and the only living member of a genus of prehistoric peccaries called Catagonus. This makes Chacoan peccaries something of a living fossil in that regard as well as first being discovered as fossils, making them quite unique