The writing scene in Vietnam is so serious (cus like, Vietnamese is a very intricate and complicated language), I sent the first chapter in for a regular mid-size website, 1,5k words... Got sent back with at least 20 mistakes pointed out.
"Let me go..." I said, adding, "I do not want to stay here, not around him, I already got you the explosion spheres."
"With all due respect, Tanya. Your value to this team is limited to your presence, so if I get my hands off you right now, anyone can delete you and we wouldn't bat another eye."
"...Are you playing saint?" I asked, though a bit stupid, hostility towards someone trying to help.
'I took a breath, I desperately want to press something against my chest right now, like my knee or my hands, just to surpress all the air building up, but I couldn't. So I just exhale out loud, a warm, hot puff of air from my mouth that kept me at ease.'
When God gave Luoir a spiritual artistic mind, he asked: "Among billions of people who have different spiritual perspectives from you, who will win, the others, or you?" then Hai Anh replied, "Well, if they use domain expansion [AI Generated Story] and [Instant Noodles], then I'll have a bit of a problem."
"But will you lose?"
"Nah, I'd win."
It will take a month for the youngs in your body to develop, then they will eat their way out of your body. Seymour wants 10,000 so it should be pretty painful.
"... Can I trust you?" I asked.
"That would depends on you."
No, I would like to say. I instinctively felt like this is a Elu situation, where my trust will get crumbled into bits and pieces, so instead of forming an answer with my throat, I made another question.