Praise The Lord Genius Novels & Stories

At the end of the speech of the middle-aged man who seemingly ran off in the middle of experimentation, his tone was already so sarcastic he could even rival Agatha's AI. Paul had hardly restrained himself from glaring at the doctor. "Sir, you're not getting my point. I have the capability to back up my words." "Oh? What made you think so? Your little knowledge about the promiscuity system and how you are still not hunted down by it? Good for you. Your ego and imagination are as vast as the universe, probably only one level away from the vastness of humanity's ever so famous trait, stupidity. I wonder if it means your brain is slightly tilting to the creative side. Ah, wait, I'm recalling wh

💛💛💛 Alhamdulillah: Praise be to God. Alhamdulillah Robil Alamin: Praise be to God, The Lord of all worlds. 💛💛💛

Cyrus tried to picture a scene where all those certified powerful figures gave new streamer gifts. The mere thought of such an occurrence becoming headline news sent shivers down his spine; it was a scenario that must never, ever come to pass. Joel said quickly, "Dr. Genius said before that she won't let you pay whenever you visit her for a consultation, so you shouldn't give her any gifts. You know as well as I that she prefers to keep a low profile and doesn't want any attention."

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

he asked. "Because it’s a flaw," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the dark ink of his tattoos, "It makes me less than everyone else. It means I have to work twice as hard just to look half as good as a normal person." "That’s where you’re wrong," he said. He leaned in, making me look at him. "Do you think guys like Steve Jobs had 'perfect' brains? Or Einstein, Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso... they didn't. Their heads didn't work like the rest of the world’s, and that’s exactly why they were the ones who changed it."

You really are a genius. a lady with great intelligence. Who provides you with such amazing ideas?"Perhaps you ought to consult the moon goddess," I said. Lucius got up from his chair and walked over to sit down directly across from me at the table."So, why didn't the moon goddess bless everyone with such intelligence?" He enquired. "Well, I'm not sure," I said. "I need to inquire with the brain's owner.

I forgot that this jerk is here. “No way I will be glad to work with you! If I'm going to work with an airhead arrogant jerk like you. Never. Never I will be glad” I said while glaring at him. I can't stand the thickness of this man's face. That's what happened, when people praised him so much that he became so arrogant and thick-faced. I don't understand folks either, why praised a person so much just because of their appearance? Why people stan a person as of it was a god. Why don't they stan and pray to god everyday, for them to be atleast spiritual. They stan a person, but some of them don't stan god—don't believe in god. Great!

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

"I never would have thought that such a figure would arrive from the Genius Camp!" Suddenly, a person walked out from the crowd. ... A student cried out in shock, "It's Harold." Harold was the number one genius in Genius Camp, a Rank 4 Earth King Ranked Realm. Harold walked up to Lucas. He was very tall and very handsome. His brows were multi-colored. And his eyes were bright like the stars. ... Harold stared at Lucas and said, "You are very strong." "Just so-so." Lucas looked down on everything as if he didn't care about Harold at all.

Everything was just moving too fast and taking a whole different direction and I found the need to remind everyone that God is the only one who deserves praise. “ I am really grateful about the immense amount of support and show of solidarity that I have been getting from people, especially you, the members of the parish”, I said during homily on a Sunday, “ words alone cannot describe how grateful I am”, I continued, “ but then, I would like us to remind ourselves that we are nothing. That as human beings we count as nothing before God. He is our all and all, He is the source of our strength, He is our provider, our restorer, He is the one who works through us. Without him we cannot do anyt