Ed Zitron of Better Offline and Where's Your Ed At engages regularly in a unilateral war of aggression against Sam Altman. He has done a ton of research on Sam, as he has for other "rot economy" tech figures, and thus has a sophisticated factual scaffold built around them he can hold them to. pen For me, it's just like a… taste, or smell. I'm receiving information from some kind of sense and it is setting off red lights on the panel. Is that fair? I dunno. If I saw a huge lizard gnawing at the roots of Yggdrasil, to what extent am I required to give it the benefit of the doubt? We clown ourselves when we hold ourselves to baroque standards of fairness around malefactors like this. They know about the rules, they just think those rules are for other people. They depend on this asymmetry. They rely on it.
Ed Zitron of Better Offline and Where's Your Ed At engages regularly in a unilateral war of aggression against Sam Altman. He has done a ton of research on Sam, as he has for other "rot economy" tech figures, and thus has a sophisticated factual scaffold built around them he can hold them to. pen For me, it's just like a… taste, or smell. I'm receiving information from some kind of sense and it is setting off red lights on the panel. Is that fair? I dunno. If I saw a huge lizard gnawing at the roots of Yggdrasil, to what extent am I required to give it the benefit of the doubt? We clown ourselves when we hold ourselves to baroque standards of fairness around malefactors like this. They know about the rules, they just think those rules are for other people. They depend on this asymmetry. They rely on it.
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Rudelite, leveraging the fact that he was a dragon well-versed in magic, managed to secure a job as a mage in Heins Territory.
“Ahem.” Cui Wenjing interrupted the newlyweds, who were gazing tenderly at each other through the veil. He said slowly, “According to tradition, the groom should take the bride to his home. But given the current circumstances, we’ve kept things simple. We’ve prepared a new bridal chamber at an estate just outside the manor. Consider it a gift to King Zhao. This way, there’s no misunderstanding about him marrying into the Cui Clan or something.”
When Cui Yuanyang emerged from the secret realm, holding the resplendent Qinghe Sword, the elders waiting outside were overcome with a mix of joy and reverence. Without hesitation, they all dropped to their knees.
The Grimm District was located in the southern part of the city. If one were to depart from Blooming Flowers Fountain Plaza, they could walk along Mibora Boulevard and, after navigating a few complicated turns, eventually arrive there. However, taking a carriage was far more convenient than finding the way by yourself.
A minute later, the sleek black car sped away.
Swoosh! Bam! Swoosh! Bam!
Crack!
Sword qi crisscrossed, forming an angled "X," appearing to surround Qin Sang for a deadly strike.
One of the cultivators was shocked. "The person over there looks like Chen Chongen from Northern Dipper. He's a Dao Union Realm cultivator... How could he have been so severely injured in the Pitu Ruins?"
The Nascent Soul Realm cultivator called Brother Miao did not follow the brocade-clad young man's line of conversation. Instead, he glanced at Fang Chen and then smiled faintly at the young man in brocade.
Atop the black lake were the white-robed immortal adepts, seated cross-legged as they pursued enlightenment. None moved, and none reacted at all to Xu Qing’s arrival. The white Immortal Skills Hall was just as still and silent.
Chapter 1245
The Community of the Dead, on the sixteenth floor.
“Let’s go to Incarceration Peak and interrogate them to find out where the Everlasting Creed’s headquarters are.” Yun Zhi curled her finger, and those from the Everlasting Creed lost control of their bodies, floating in the air as they trailed behind Yun Zhi.
“The grass at my dad’s grave is taller than me!”
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This takes place after this chapter, in which: They go on a boat We meet Jenny for the first time Zimmy freaks out thanks to the robots The gang works together to save the day
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New comic! Today's News: Hello, dear readers! You can support Paranatural on Patreon or with a one-time donation on Ko-fi! Also, hey! Remember how you guys helped make the Eightfold plush real? Well... what if something else was ALREADY real? Stay tuned for next week: That's all I'll say for now! Thanks for reading! :^) ~ [Transcript] “Well, well, WELL!†creaked the Vice Principal, hitting each repeated “well†much like a hammer would a nail that killed its loved ones. “What do we have here?!†“EEP!†peeped Isaac. “HOLY GOD,†cried Max, continuing his streak of impromptu religiosity. “INCORRECT. You’re about as far from correct as you COULD be, in fact, Mr. Puckett,†Devilora sneered with impish glee, intruding further on the airspace of the gathered middle schoolers. She’d appeared without warning, out of the blue and out of place, like a zerg rush suddenly cresting the hill of a well-known painting’s picturesque horizon. Even Johnny looked a little bit surprised, though he was too used to life in her looming shadow to be properly unnerved. “What I see are three naughty children gathering before school to CONSPIRE! TELL ME that my AGING EYES deceive me—that’s an ORDER!†“...Your... aging eyes... deceive you?†Max cautiously complied. “RUDE! DETENTION FOR RUDENESS!†She jabbed a digit towards Isaac and Johnny. “AND YOU TWO! DETENTION FOR DISOBEDIENCE! I GAVE YOU AN ORDER!†“N-now, now, Devilora...†came a meek voice from behind her. Principal Pleezdoo tiptoed shyly into view. “We’re a long way from the middle school and the, er... broad authority that you enjoy there. That you, erm, really, really enjoy there.†“...Your name is Devilora?†Max asked, honing in on one star in the constellation of absurdity surrounding him. “That’s VICE PRINCIPAL to YOU,†hissed Devilora. “...But Lora to my friends, and Devi when my ex-husband was feeling lovey-dovey.†Max nearly wretched. This was poisonous knowledge, like learning the name of a big squid that hated you in a cosmic horror story. “In any case, Devi, d-detention is a punishment reserved for oopsy-daisies made at school, dear—†stammered Principal Pleezdoo. “An excellent point, Miss Posy,†Devilora said. “To normal jail, then.†“...Oh, you—you kidder, you. H-hello there, children,†Principal Pleezdoo cringed, erroneously hoping that ignoring the Vice Principal would help to curb her autocratic rampage. “So lovely to bump into you boys outside my office. Goodness knows I never want to see a student inside it! Erm, n-not that my door isn’t open BEFORE you, er... pull a fire alarm to ‘add dramatic tension’ to a food fight...†Principal Pleezdoo glanced at Johnny. “Your door wouldn’t open at all when we were tryin’ to TP your desk last week, PP,†said Johnny. “Had to pick the lock. But the pen we used got stuck so we just hit it with a chair.†“That’s not—†Principal Pleezdoo shut her eyes just like her therapist had taught her. “Okay.†“That’s not okay,†Isaac agreed, trying and failing to push Johnny under the bus. The bully was too dense to budge... and Devilora, normally prepared to punish any and all bus-related shenanigans, was distracted by something high above her on the ceiling of the Corner Shore. Principal Pleezdoo noticed first, following her gaze up to its target. “...Hm? Devilora, dear, is, er... is everything all right?†Max and Isaac, who could have witnessed what entranced her, had looked too late to notice PJ phasing back up through the floor. The little ghost had gotten curious, and thought to peek at Max below... but then that creepy lady had stared straight into his eyes! Could she have seen him? And why on earth did she look so familiar...? “We sell snacks, ma’am,†Max suggested. “You don’t have to hunt for house flies if you’re hungry.†“...A spider doesn’t hunt,†grinned Devilora, stroking the crooked curve of her prominent chin. “She simply waits... and all the yummy morsels come to her.†“I’m not surprised that you’re attracting flies but I’m not sure you should brag about it,†Max quipped, but his joke fell on deaf ears. What a valuable excursion this had been! So that poor scamp was still—well, Devilora wouldn’t say ALIVE... but even then, how fortunate! Within her host, the Witch was grinning even wider. What a tangled web fate weaved, what bittersweet and scrumptious tragedy! How grand to be the boogeywoman beneath so many bedtime stories—each path that crossed her own was one more chance to be some tale’s unhappy ending! Already the threads were converging in her grasp. She had a plan, a backup plan, red herrings, hostages, contingencies and countermeasures! Fauxbia had EVERYTHING that she’d need to survive—no, to succeed. From here on out, all else would just be icing on the insect! “Wow! So many customers!†Peter Puckett had returned from the Corner Shore’s stockroom, the residence’s rather cramped garage. “And from such a diverse range of age demographics! I must be good at this small business stuff.†Devilora realigned her spine to face him, her eyes alight with gleeful recognition.
I settled Epherene into the chair in my office, leaning in close as I shone a light in her eyes to check the pupillary response.
As soon as I stepped out of my room for my early morning exercise, I was met with a scene that made me hesitate about whether to speak up or not.
New comic! Today's News: Hello, dear readers! You can support Paranatural on Patreon or with a one-time donation on Ko-fi! Also, hey! Remember how you guys helped make the Eightfold plush real? Well... what if something else was ALREADY real? Stay tuned for next week: That's all I'll say for now! Thanks for reading! :^) ~ [Transcript] “Well, well, WELL!†creaked the Vice Principal, hitting each repeated “well†much like a hammer would a nail that killed its loved ones. “What do we have here?!†“EEP!†peeped Isaac. “HOLY GOD,†cried Max, continuing his streak of impromptu religiosity. “INCORRECT. You’re about as far from correct as you COULD be, in fact, Mr. Puckett,†Devilora sneered with impish glee, intruding further on the airspace of the gathered middle schoolers. She’d appeared without warning, out of the blue and out of place, like a zerg rush suddenly cresting the hill of a well-known painting’s picturesque horizon. Even Johnny looked a little bit surprised, though he was too used to life in her looming shadow to be properly unnerved. “What I see are three naughty children gathering before school to CONSPIRE! TELL ME that my AGING EYES deceive me—that’s an ORDER!†“...Your... aging eyes... deceive you?†Max cautiously complied. “RUDE! DETENTION FOR RUDENESS!†She jabbed a digit towards Isaac and Johnny. “AND YOU TWO! DETENTION FOR DISOBEDIENCE! I GAVE YOU AN ORDER!†“N-now, now, Devilora...†came a meek voice from behind her. Principal Pleezdoo tiptoed shyly into view. “We’re a long way from the middle school and the, er... broad authority that you enjoy there. That you, erm, really, really enjoy there.†“...Your name is Devilora?†Max asked, honing in on one star in the constellation of absurdity surrounding him. “That’s VICE PRINCIPAL to YOU,†hissed Devilora. “...But Lora to my friends, and Devi when my ex-husband was feeling lovey-dovey.†Max nearly wretched. This was poisonous knowledge, like learning the name of a big squid that hated you in a cosmic horror story. “In any case, Devi, d-detention is a punishment reserved for oopsy-daisies made at school, dear—†stammered Principal Pleezdoo. “An excellent point, Miss Posy,†Devilora said. “To normal jail, then.†“...Oh, you—you kidder, you. H-hello there, children,†Principal Pleezdoo cringed, erroneously hoping that ignoring the Vice Principal would help to curb her autocratic rampage. “So lovely to bump into you boys outside my office. Goodness knows I never want to see a student inside it! Erm, n-not that my door isn’t open BEFORE you, er... pull a fire alarm to ‘add dramatic tension’ to a food fight...†Principal Pleezdoo glanced at Johnny. “Your door wouldn’t open at all when we were tryin’ to TP your desk last week, PP,†said Johnny. “Had to pick the lock. But the pen we used got stuck so we just hit it with a chair.†“That’s not—†Principal Pleezdoo shut her eyes just like her therapist had taught her. “Okay.†“That’s not okay,†Isaac agreed, trying and failing to push Johnny under the bus. The bully was too dense to budge... and Devilora, normally prepared to punish any and all bus-related shenanigans, was distracted by something high above her on the ceiling of the Corner Shore. Principal Pleezdoo noticed first, following her gaze up to its target. “...Hm? Devilora, dear, is, er... is everything all right?†Max and Isaac, who could have witnessed what entranced her, had looked too late to notice PJ phasing back up through the floor. The little ghost had gotten curious, and thought to peek at Max below... but then that creepy lady had stared straight into his eyes! Could she have seen him? And why on earth did she look so familiar...? “We sell snacks, ma’am,†Max suggested. “You don’t have to hunt for house flies if you’re hungry.†“...A spider doesn’t hunt,†grinned Devilora, stroking the crooked curve of her prominent chin. “She simply waits... and all the yummy morsels come to her.†“I’m not surprised that you’re attracting flies but I’m not sure you should brag about it,†Max quipped, but his joke fell on deaf ears. What a valuable excursion this had been! So that poor scamp was still—well, Devilora wouldn’t say ALIVE... but even then, how fortunate! Within her host, the Witch was grinning even wider. What a tangled web fate weaved, what bittersweet and scrumptious tragedy! How grand to be the boogeywoman beneath so many bedtime stories—each path that crossed her own was one more chance to be some tale’s unhappy ending! Already the threads were converging in her grasp. She had a plan, a backup plan, red herrings, hostages, contingencies and countermeasures! Fauxbia had EVERYTHING that she’d need to survive—no, to succeed. From here on out, all else would just be icing on the insect! “Wow! So many customers!†Peter Puckett had returned from the Corner Shore’s stockroom, the residence’s rather cramped garage. “And from such a diverse range of age demographics! I must be good at this small business stuff.†Devilora realigned her spine to face him, her eyes alight with gleeful recognition.
"R…"
As Li Luo's squad rushed towards Thunder Finger Peak, the sounds of thunder boomed in their ears and they could see thunder energy blanketing the skies and covering the earth before them. He carefully observed the environment ahead, noticing that there were countless tall, silver trees dotting the mountain. These trees were anything but ordinary, crackling with silver lightning and occasionally letting out rumbling booms. Amongst the silver trees were several passages that led into the depths and peak of Thunder Finger Peak.
Bang!
On the tumbling surface of the lightning pool, the Spirit Refining Kettle carried Underworld Son as it floated like a small boat.
In the nine-story Sword Pavilion, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth had ceased its flow and the radiant cloud symbolizing the divine seat had long since dispersed.
"The sun and moons have appeared in the sky together. It's Li Wang!"
The room was silent.
The kings and demon kings stood frozen, shocked by the overwhelming aura radiating from the Thunder Fiery Demonic Dragon. Meanwhile, Chen Chu turned visibly pale. Summoning the Demonic Dragon had consumed half his energy and vitality, as though an unseen principle had instantly erased them.
As Chen Chu feigned weakness, feeling the overwhelming aura of the battle raging tens of thousands of meters above, a commanding and majestic voice suddenly echoed.
A hush stole over the City of Supernaturals after the city lord’s announcement rang through the streets. Utter mayhem erupted one beat later. Hearts quailed with terror!
Yuxu Palace was brightly illuminated, its entire structure glowing in a bluish-white hue. Against the backdrop of the vast, starry sky, it resembled a celestial palace in heaven.
Qi Xuansu did not rush to leave. “Although I’m quite satisfied, you still need to explain how exactly this Dragon Painting Pistol is better than the Divine Dragon Pistol. My shot just now didn’t even touch a single hair of yours. It’s still far inferior compared to the Staff of Merit.”
Natalya remained in the recuperation center, focusing on healing her body.
After receiving a new temporary badge from the divine tower, Sein wasted no time contacting Natalya and Yuri.