Digest Basic

In order to secure the five-million-dollar business deal with a major client, I end up getting hospitalized from overdrinking. On the day I get discharged, I see a text message on my department's group chat. My manager, Robert Spradlin, has tagged everyone in the group chat. "Everyone must attend the celebratory afterparty tonight. We're celebrating the fact that our department has secured the biggest deal of the year!" As I stare at the screen, I feel a hint of warmth bubbling in my heart. Even though Robert is often stingy and loves putting on airs, I'm pretty sure that this is his way of acknowledging my efforts. I specifically go home and change into new clothes. Then, I arrive at the private room right on time. The moment I open the door, I feel a blast of hot air mixed with a strong smell of spice hitting my face. It's so overwhelming that I can't help but cough violently. "Sit, sit! I've specifically ordered these dishes for you!" Kristie Madison, the newly-recruited admin, gushes. But when I take a good look at the dishes, I feel my smile freeze on my face. Spice, spice, and more spice. Kristie has ordered 20 dishes, and yet I can't even stomach every single one.

In the year 2000, a pandemic swept the world causing a huge population decline. Every person is affected. Everyone is affected by the virus; most of them disappear, eating their flesh, while the rest are being paralyzed until the rest of their body decomposes. The two-decade-old plague just vanished like decomposing bodies. However, it also created the way for the emergence of new wonders and mysteries as a result of this virus. Migi Baldemor is an ordinary student whose life has been changed by the loss of his friends. Along with the death of his mother, he will be adamant in his pursuit of justice. As per the story, he will meet the guy who would assist him and lead him to Prae High, a secret organization that will assist people like him in developing their abilities. As he begins battling for his life, he will experience a range of emotions as he faces numerous hurdles. How far will this problem lead them? Who is the true ally and who is the true enemy?

The story revolves around a womanizer billionaire named Harry Dict, aka "Junior," the only son of a wealthy family who was living a normal life until he became embroiled in a feud between the League of Assassins and the Mafia organization led by his grandfather Harry Dict Senior, who later announced his retirement and chose Junior to succeed him. He never wanted to be a part of the Mafia until he met his stunning bodyguard, Athena. She vowed to protect Junior as he made his way through the mafia world. The Assassins were hired by corrupt politicians to wipe out the entire Bendoveh Island Mafia community, beginning with the Dict clan. The battle continues to bring Dict's hegemony to an end, up to the last Dict standing.

DEOS The world is distorted, yet most are oblivious about it. The creator seems to have abandoned his works and has left it incomplete, appearing in inappropriacy. All that's left is a book that is said to have all the records about the world and they call it "DEOS". Being aware of the distortion, a person becomes "awakened" and gains a power that can manifest their thoughts and mental images into the physical realm, a power that's almost like the creator itself. But, without the "awakening", normal people cannot see the actual power of the awakened nor the distortion, making them see what's beyond the superficial world.

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My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.