72 Pokemon

The day I decided to donate my body to science, my family gathered around my adopted sister, Hailey, celebrating her acceptance into a cutting-edge experimental treatment program. The one with brain cancer was supposed to be me. But Hailey used my husband Zane's position at the hospital to swap her healthy medical records with my terminal diagnosis, stealing the one chance I had to survive. And the worst part? Everyone cheered her on. The pain became too much. I fought to stay present, only to overhear the nurses whispering, "It's a good thing Dr. Zane secured that spot for Hailey. They said she only had three days left." So, in the last 72 hours of my life, I quietly let go of everything. When I gave Hailey the original manuscripts of my novels I had poured my heart and soul into, my father and brother gave me a satisfied smile. When Zane decided to grant Hailey her dying wish by marrying her, he handed me the divorce papers. I signed without a moment's hesitation. He sighed and praised me for finally being "so reasonable." And when I was the one who coaxed our daughter, Olivia, into calling Hailey "Mommy," Olivia gushed that her new mom was the best. "Don't worry," Zane soothed. "We're just keeping it safe for now. Once she's gone, it'll all come back to you." I gave Hailey everything I had, just like they wanted. So why, when they find out this was all Hailey's vicious lie, do they come crying, saying I'm the one they wanted all along?

Dokter mengatakan, tanpa terapi sel terbaru, aku hanya bisa hidup selama 72 jam. Namun, Tommy Harper memberikan satu-satunya kuota pengobatan itu kepada Anna Wilson. "Gagal ginjalnya lebih parah," ujar Tommy. Aku mengangguk, lalu menelan pil putih yang akan mempercepat kematianku. Dalam sisa waktu itu, aku melakukan banyak hal. Saat penandatanganan, tangan pengacara gemetar. "Saham senilai empat triliun ini, Anda benar-benar akan mengalihkan semuanya?" Aku menjawab, "Ya, berikan pada Anna." Putriku, Clarisa, tertawa bahagia dalam pelukan Anna. "Ibu Anna membelikanku gaun baru!" "Bagus sekali, nanti dengarkan perkataan Ibu Anna, ya," ujarku. Galeri seni yang kudirikan dengan tanganku sendiri, berganti nama menjadi milik Anna. "Kakak, kamu terlalu baik," ujarnya sambil menangis. Aku menjawab, "Kamu akan mengelolanya lebih baik dariku." Bahkan aku telah menyerahkan hak atas dana perwalian orang tuaku. Tommy akhirnya menampilkan senyuman tulus pertamanya selama bertahun-tahun. "Sofie, kamu sudah berubah. Kamu nggak lagi galak. Kamu yang seperti ini, sungguh cantik." Benar, aku yang sekarat ini akhirnya menjadi Sofie Barnes yang sempurna di mata mereka. Sofie yang patuh, dermawan, dan tidak pernah membantah. Hitungan mundur 72 jam telah dimulai. Aku sangat penasaran, ketika detak jantungku berhenti, apa yang akan mereka ingat tentangku? Apakah aku akan diingat sebagai istri baik yang akhirnya belajar melepaskan, atau sebagai seorang wanita yang menyelesaikan balas dendamnya dengan kematian?

Flora hancur. Ia pergi membawa luka dan sebuah rahasia besar—bahwa ia tengah mengandung anak Nathan yang kini berusia empat bulan dalam kandungannya. Tak ingin anaknya tumbuh dalam lingkungan penuh kebencian, Flora memilih untuk diam dan menghilang. Ia pindah ke sebuah desa terpencil bersama neneknya yang bernama Marlina, yang kini sudah rentan berusia 72 tahun, lalu melahirkan seorang bayi perempuan cantik dan manis yang ia beri nama Nayla, dia putih bermata khas seperti ayahnya. Flora Andini, seorang wanita yang kini berusia 24 tahun dan tubuh mungil itu harus membesarkan Nayla dengan penuh kasih sayang, menjalani kehidupan sederhana sebagai petani, meskipun hidup dalam keterbatasan, namun damai. Tiga tahun berlalu. Kehidupan Flora tampak tenang meski sering kali dihimpit kesulitan ekonomi. Nayla, putrinya, tumbuh menjadi gadis kecil yang cerdas dan manis. Namun, takdir kembali mempertemukannya dengan masa lalu. Perusahaan Marshall Group membuka sebuah proyek besar di dekat desa tempat Flora tinggal. Nathan turun langsung untuk meninjau proyek tersebut dan tanpa sengaja ia melihat Flora bersama Nayla. Seketika hatinya terusik—wajah Nayla terlalu mirip dengannya. Terlalu familiar untuknya. Didorong oleh rasa penasaran yang besar, Nathan meminta asistennya untuk melakukan penyelidikan. Hasil penyelidikan itu mengguncang hatinya: Nayla adalah anak kandungnya. "Nayla anakku, bukan anakmu! Ia bukan bagian dari keluarga Marshall!” seru Flora di malam itu, setelah Nathan mengembalikan Nayla yang sempat menghilang selama hampir 24 jam. Peristiwa itu membuat Flora dan neneknya panik bukan main. “Dia anakku, Flora! Kau tak bisa terus mengelak!” Nathan membalas dengan nada tinggi. “Bagaimanapun, darahku mengalir di tubuh Nayla. Ia adalah darah dagingku!”

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

「最新型の実験療法がなければ、あと72時間の命です」 医者はそう言った。 でも、そのたった一つの治療枠は黒崎蒼汰（くろさき そうた）が佐倉美優（さくら みゆう）に与えた。 「彼女の腎不全の方が深刻だから」と、彼は言った。 私はうなずいて、死を早めるとされる白い錠剤を飲み込んだ。 残された時間で、私はたくさんのことをした。 署名のとき、弁護士の手は震えていた。 「……400億円相当の株を、すべて譲渡するおつもりですか？」 「ええ、美優に全部です」 娘の萌花は、美優の腕の中で嬉しそうに笑っていた。 「美優ママがね、新しいワンピース買ってくれたの！」 「よく似合ってるよ。これからは美優ママの言うことをちゃんと聞くのよ」 私が自ら築き上げたあのギャラリーも、今では美優の名前が掲げられている。 「お姉ちゃん……本当に、ありがとう……」彼女は涙を流して言った。 「あなたの方が、きっと上手く経営できるわ」 両親の信託基金さえ、私は署名して放棄した。 蒼汰はようやく、長年見せたことのなかった心からの笑みを浮かべた。 「紗季、君……変わったな。もうあんなに尖ってない。今のお前、本当に綺麗だよ」 そう、死にかけの私こそが、ついに彼らの求める「完璧な伊藤紗季」になった。 従順で、寛大で、決して争わない伊藤紗季（いとう さき）。 残された72時間のカウントダウンは、もう始まっている。 私はふと、思った。 心臓が止まる瞬間、彼らは私のことをどう記憶するのだろう？ 「ついに手放すことを覚えた良き妻」？ それとも―― 「死をもって復讐を遂げた女」？

A war veteran and an anime fan as well, he got into anime by watching it with his grandson after his retirement, his grandson loved pokemon and so did he also came to like this world of pokemon where people didn't kill each other and people used to have fun with there pokemon, after watching Pokemon with his grandson and playing with him all day he got back his childhood which he could never experience due to the cruel war, and as of now our MC has turned 82 years old he was very satisfied with his life with no regrets and waiting for death to take him away but will death be is end or will it start a new beginning, a new legend.

男の自殺の邪魔をしたのは、同じく自殺しようとしていた女だった。 その最悪の出会いが縁となり、共同生活を始めることになった二人。男は言った。「お前が死ぬまで俺は死なない。俺はお前の死を見届けてから死ぬ」と。 死に囚われた二人は共に生活していく中で「生きる意味」「死の意味」について考える。そして「人を愛する意味」を。 全72話です。

The General Assembly, Recalling its relevant resolutions regarding the question of Palestine, Recalling also its relevant resolutions on the protection of civilians, including resolution 71/144 of 13 December 2016 on the status of the Protocols Additional to the Geneva Conventions of 1949 and relating to the protection of victims of armed conflicts, resolution 72/131 of 11 December 2017 on the safety and security of humanitarian personnel and protection of United Nations personnel and resolution 72/175 of 19 December 2017 on the safety of journalists and the issue of impunity, Recalling further the relevant reports of the Secretary-General, including the most recent report, of 14 May 2018, on the protection of civilians in armed conflict, Recalling all relevant resolutions of the Security Council, including, inter alia, resolutions 242 (1967) of 22 November 1967, 338 (1973) of 22 October 1973, 605 (1987) of 22 December 1987, 904 (1994) of 18 March 1994, 1397 (2002) of 12 March 2002, 1515 (2003) of 19 November 2003, 1544 (2004) of 19 May 2004, 1850 (2008) of 16 December 2008, 1860 (2009) of 8 January 2009 and 2334 (2016) of 23 December 2016,

When Tessa Shoreman read Henry Jennings' cancer report, she immediately paid her hard-earned money of sixty thousand to the hospital. She had saved the money from working part-time while she was in university. However, she was worried the money was not enough, so she held back her fear as she sold a kidney to the black market to get more. As she walked to the ward door with a heavy bag filled with cash, she heard shrill laughter coming from inside. "That cheap woman, Tessa Shoreman, got tricked by us again. Haha!" Tessa's hand gave pause right when she was about to push the door open. What did he mean by saying she was tricked? Tessa looked through the glass on the door to see inside the ward. When she left, the man looked extremely weak, but he was now sitting up lazily in bed. Henry had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was blowing smoke rings nonchalantly. He did not look like a cancer patient at all. "It's been two years, and that woman still has no idea." "If she hadn't beaten Serene to first place, Henry would never have left behind his life as a rich heir and planned such an elaborate scheme to become a working-class man living in a cheap rental home. The way that cheap, penniless woman looks at Henry is so amusing." "We agreed that the punishment ends when Henry and Serene get engaged. It looks like time is almost up. We've probably punished her 108 times in the past two years." "The first time was lying to her that Henry didn't have a suit for a job interview. She worked tirelessly for 72 hours straight before she earned enough money for one, but that suit was given to the domestic help to use as a cleaning cloth. The second time was tricking her into believing Henry had a high fever. She forfeited during the finals of a scientific research competition to race home and take care of Henry in the hospital…" "Sigh. Too bad it's coming to an end. I'm going to miss entertaining myself with her."

The pope's death, the union of China and Korea as a single country, and the economic breakdown triggered the third world war. Or is it a secret society that wanted to create a one-world government to end Christianity forever? When the Vatican claimed that they received a retraction from a journalist who wrote about the demented pope, they could not show it to the public. The mysterious death of the pope surprised the world following the disappearance of the writer. That year, there was no Christmas celebration, to commiserate with the Catholic church. The war in the Middle East continued to worsen leading to fluctuations in the oil prices and the price of commodities skyrocketed as a result. There was an economic breakdown even if there was also a digital chutzpah going around. China and Korea united as a single country. They wanted to rival NATO, particularly America. Both countries wanted to be a superpower. Henry, the premier of the China and Korea, visited as a commoner to America and met the brother of the journalist, Isaac. He believed that chaos theory should be laws of chaos and he predicted war. When Isaac received a late phone call about his brother, he set on an adventure to save his brother. Discovering that a secret society was launching a one-world government to launch a war, Isaac asked the help of Henry. In 72 hours, there will be a third world war. "If power is a religion," Henry once said, "then, I'm proud to be an atheist." This inspired the young genius to save the world from New World Order. What if instead of a New World Order, this secret society strengthened the Roman Catholic Church, much to the dismay of the one-world government? Will faith reign over the greedy and evil?