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Is anything by Evola worth reading? People say he's a schizo and delusional, are they right?

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A man was going to the house of some rich person. As he went along the road, he saw a box of good apples at the side of the road. He said, "I do not want to eat those apples; for the rich man will give me much food; he will give me very nice food to eat." Then he took the apples and threw them away into the dust.
He went on and came to a river. The river had become very big; so he could not go over it. He waited for some time; then he said, "I cannot go to the rich man's house today, for I cannot get over the river."
He began to go home. He had eaten no food that day. He began to want food. He came to the apples, and he was glad to take them out of the dust and eat them.

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What do you think of José Saramago? I read 'The Elephant's Journey' and thought it was good. His style really drew me in and was very clever. Curious to know if anyone has read any of his other works and what they thought of them.

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1. Invincible

Synopsis:
A college freshman suddenly manifests powers on par with Superman—flight, invulnerability, strength beyond measure. Within weeks, fear and paranoia twist him into something far worse than a savior. In a single catastrophic day, he wipes out a third of the world’s population.

As humanity reels, an alien civilization arrives. Not conquerors. Not exterminators. Investors.

Earth, they announce, is now prime real estate—ripe for acquisition and resale on the galactic market.

The young superhuman, drowning in guilt and hunted as the greatest mass murderer in history, is the only being powerful enough to stop them. To save a planet he nearly destroyed, he must confront the terrifying truth:

He may not deserve to be its hero.

2. Tokyo Kitchen

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1. Invincible

Synopsis:
A college freshman suddenly manifests powers on par with Superman—flight, invulnerability, strength beyond measure. Within weeks, fear and paranoia twist him into something far worse than a savior. In a single catastrophic day, he wipes out a third of the world’s population.

As humanity reels, an alien civilization arrives. Not conquerors. Not exterminators. Investors.

Earth, they announce, is now prime real estate—ripe for acquisition and resale on the galactic market.

The young superhuman, drowning in guilt and hunted as the greatest mass murderer in history, is the only being powerful enough to stop them. To save a planet he nearly destroyed, he must confront the terrifying truth:

He may not deserve to be its hero.

2. Tokyo Kitchen

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Far from the chaos of the restaurant—
Inside a car, the Leader drove with both hands steady on the wheel. City lights reflected off the windshield like an artificial constellation.
“Did you eat?” he asked.
The City Boy, seated in the passenger seat, scrolled through a review app.
“Not yet. There’s a new café in Shimokitazawa. Opened two weeks ago.”
“That’s where we’re going. And where you’ll meet the rest of the group.”
The City Boy’s face lit up.
“So that means I’m officially part of the group now?”
“Looks like it. Congratulations.”
“Years of training…”
“They finally paid off.”
The traffic light turned red.
For a brief moment, the Leader rested his forehead against the steering wheel.
On stage, he was the father.
The responsible one.
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This is one of them.
A story about a J-pop idol group that dies on stage and wakes up inside a world that resembles a game.
Ten men in total.
Among them, two are traitors.
And one is a jester—
a role that exists only to disrupt, mislead, and laugh as everything collapses.
To return to Earth, they must play a cruel game of trust and accusation.
This is not a story about idols.
It is a story about what remains when the spotlight disappears.

Stacks of takeout boxes formed crude barricades.
Plastic cups lay overturned across the floor, nameless casualties of a forgotten skirmish.
Disposable chopsticks were scattered everywhere, as if someone had tried—desperately—to fight back with them.
And at the center of the wreckage—
Eight idols.
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Chapter 4

Where the Signal Can’t Reach

The meeting point lay beyond the network.
The address led me to an old underground maintenance station, built before cities became intelligent. No sensors. No drones. No projected displays.
My phone lost signal halfway down the stairs.
For the first time in days, the silence was real.
Others were already there.
Different ages, different faces—but none had visible implants. No floating. No data projections. No perfect stiffness.

—You’re late,
a man said, leaning against a rusted pillar.

—That says enough already.
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Chapter 1
The Empty Coffin

In the twenty-second century, dying without implants was considered an eccentricity.
Dying without implants and choosing burial was almost a cultural offense.
That was why my grandfather’s funeral felt wrong from the beginning.
Ceremonial drones hovered above the cemetery, suspended in perfect silence. Around me, people whispered through neural links, exchanging regulated condolences and calibrated sympathy.
I had none of that.

—It’s still insane to reject enhancements at this point…
a woman murmured behind me.

I didn’t listen. My eyes were fixed on the coffin.

Black. Plain. Old.
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